— shhh. i just want to stay here a little longer, alright? — you nodded — is my weight bothering you? — he asked as he kissed your neck, his head resting in place.
— no.
his weight didn't bother you, but the fact that you could feel him completely inside you, motionless and pulsing, made your core squirm around him, begging for the slightest movement.
with your eyes closed and your hands on his back and hair, you felt him slowly withdraw, almost coming out, only to fill you completely again. one and another time. your sighs became more frequent as chan moved inside you, always slowly, keeping his kisses down your neck. your mind begging him to speed up.
— i know what you want, baby. we can go faster later, hm? just let me make love to you.
author’s note; i don’t think there’s much to say or add here…. i find the fact that hyunjin sweats so much and so easily very VERY attractive. it’s in my top five sexy stray kids things. i want to lick him like a popsicle. enjoy this 3K whopper of a fic that has NOT been edited.. oops.
warnings; wet and messy, implied sweat kink, wap!reader, dirty talk, copious amounts of body fluids, established relationship, unprotected sex, implied idol!hyunjin, they’re disgustingly in love and obsessed with each other, creampie, breeding kink (sort of), hyunjin takes the more dominant role but there are no explicit or extensive dom/sun dynamics, not explicitly stated but hyunjin’s dick is very… pleasing, reader talks a lot, hyunjin talks a lot, he also goes from loverboy to menace VERY quickly… uhm… i think that’s all?
Messy, that’s the only adjective to describe it.
The two of you are messy, but to say it is any bit of a turn off would be to lie. You’re in love with the Hyunjin drips with the effort he puts in, beads of sweat constantly rolling down the planes of his pretty face and elegant neck. It’s attractive when he’s dancing, when he’s performing, but it’s outright sexy when you get to track each drop with your own fucked out eyes, staring intently as each of them fall from his chin and into the dips of your collarbones. Your reaction, whether you’re watching him or under him, is always the same: a flood of wetness between the thighs.
For all that you’re obsessed with the sheen that covers Hyunjin during any physical activity, he’s just as enamored with responding wetness of your own. The wetness that he finds between your legs is addictive — at its most arousing when he’s got you under him and it overflows with every push of his hips, bubbling around the base of his cock with every slide of him against your walls as he moves in and out of your dripping cunt. He drips for you and you gush for him, tit for tat in the worst way. It’s so bad these days that you see him sweaty and heated and your pussy clenches around nothing, walls spasming as they work overtime to create wetness that Hyunjin loves so much.
“Fuck,” you bite out, high pitched mewl leaving your throat when your fingers slip and slide against Hyunjin’s skin.
“Shh,” he whispers, plush lips barely meeting yours, “sorry, baby. It’s just so–,”
“I know,” you whisper back, bumping your nose against his even as you tilt your shoulders to get a peak at where the two of you are connected. You whine at the sight, literally tracking sweat as it rolls down his pelvis, feeling yourself ache at the ring of white your pussy leaves where your folds meet Hyunjin’s skin.
“God,” you sigh, hands lifting to brush your nails briefly over the expanse of Hyunjin’s abs, feeling the muscles jump while he lets out a stammering breath. “It’s s’wet, Jinnie. So messy.”
The statement is nothing but truth, a common and accurate descriptor for the picture you and your boyfriend create. Hyunjin can barely stifle his own whimpered response and you swear you can feel the length of his cock twitch inside you. You’re so damn wet and ten times warmer than the summer heat; your pretty cunt wraps around his dick so snugly — fitted to him like a glove — and it drives him insane with feelings of both lust and love.
The sound of his keening makes your brain short circuit. Hyunjin has the prettiest noises when he lets himself free; he’s the most vocal partner you've ever had. Your pussy tightens up around him, dragging yet another sound from his chest, this time a rumbling groan that has your gaze jumping back up to his. This time you don’t care that your fingers slip and lose their grip a few times in your pursuit to touch him. You can only mewl happily when you’ve gotten a good enough hold on him that you can pull him down by the back of his neck for a proper kiss.
The feel of his pillowy lips against your own makes you clench once more, clit throbbing with neglect as your boyfriend’s satisfied hum reverberates against your mouth. You expect the kiss to make Hyunjin speed up, to make him drive into you until you’re both shuddering with release, but it has the opposite effect. Instead of letting his hips work faster, his strokes lengthen and slow, yet still manage to maintain their intensity. It makes you shiver against the sheets, a loud, reedy moan punching its way past your lips, pupils blown wide and pussy fluttering. Hyunjin just fucks you open so, so good.
“Oh,” you drawl, head thumping back against the mattress. You’re staring at him like he’s hung the moon, greedy cunt eating every stroke of his cock right up. “So good, Jinnie. Your cock’s s’good.”
“Yeah?” he pants, full lips split in a smirk and your stomach flutters in anticipation of whatever filthy thing he’s going to say next. “My pretty girl likes getting fucked, doesn’t she? Little baby just loves having her pussy stuffed.”
“Mhm!” you squeal, eyes rolling around in your skull from the way he sinks his cock into your cunt so achingly slow, but with so much power, every snap of his hips carrying just the right amount of care and carnality.
“Love it, love it,” you babble, hands curling before splaying wide again, alternating between pulling at the sheets and pulling at his hair. “Love your dick, Jinnie. F-Feels so fucking good in my pussy.”
Alongside your desperate rambling, Hyunjin can hear the wet gush of your pussy every time he moves and it makes his teeth ache. You devastate him with your pretty moans, breathy voice, and that too-sweet cunt creaming all over his dick; he wants to eat you alive, wants to come inside that hungry, little cunt only to replace his cock with his tongue so he can get his face right up in your puffy, glistening folds and lick the cream — both his and yours — from your leaky slit.
The sudden fluttering of your cunt draws him back from his thoughts, leaving him to look at you, brown eyes narrowed into slits. You’re somewhere far off, lost in your pretty head and looking at him like you don’t know whether you should cry or come. He wants it to be the latter, of course, but he’s not opposed to seeing you shed tears. Hyunjin needs you to hug his cock and milk him with your orgasm, even if he’s gotta overwork your cunt to make it happen. He wants your climax to force his own and make him leave your cervix sticky and coated in white. He needs to fill your pussy so he can massage it back out of you afterwards.
“You—,” you choke, staring at him with wild eyes, “Hyunjin.”
He must have said something out loud for you to be looking at him like that. You’re surprised, but pleasantly so if your reaction is any indication. Regardless, Hyunjin can’t find it in him to be embarrassed. There’s not a lick of shame in his bones — there can’t be — not when your heels are digging into his ass like they are, sliding along his damp skin as you hug his hips to the space between your thighs. He definitely can’t be ashamed when your cunt’s now begging to be bred, twitching and locking up tight, gushing sloppily in the telltale way that it does when you’re just shy of coming.
“Mm, you like that?” He asks rhetorically, mouth spewing filth as his pace picks up again. There is no other goal existing in his brain outside of encouraging the flutter of your pussy and in turn, enticing the orgasm he feels bubbling within you to the surface.
“Does my baby like hearing that I want to taste her? That I wanna taste myself on her? That I plan to stuff my cum so deep in this greedy cunt that I’ll have to give her another orgasm just to be able to clean it out?”
“H-Hyunjin,” you whine, sounding absolutely wrecked.
“Yeah,” he grits, fucking into you with nothing but the raw desire to feel you come on you fueling him.
“Gonna work you right back open and coax it out with my fingers, baby. Let it drip right onto my tongue. Maybe I’ll even give you a little kiss afterwards, hm? Share the taste of us. Let you find out how your freshly fucked pussy tastes after I’ve bred it full.”
There are tears in your pretty eyes when you come, hips trembling and hands scrambling for purchase against Hyunjin’s slick skin. Your cunt absolutely floods him, drenching his cock and balls in your cum, insides massaging Hyunjin’s length while simultaneously trying to push him out. The orgasm steals the very breath from your lungs, leaving your breath ragged and your jaw slack. Your mouth is dry and your eyes are mostly unfocused, but it doesn’t stop those staccato noises from ringing out; Music to Hyunjin’s ears.
“Mhm, that’s it,” he hums, licking his lips and fucking you through it. His nose rubs against yours as tears drip down your cheeks, the mess between your legs making obscene noises as Hyunjin continues driving into you, overstimulating you in the process of chasing his own high. “Good girl, comin’ so hard for me.”
“J-Jinnie,” you hiccup, cinching your thighs tight around his waist. Your nails dig into Hyunjin’s shoulder blades to keep yourself grounded, nevermind the fact that it’s a futile attempt, and he hisses, dick kicking where it’s still sheathed within you.
“Wan’ you to come,” you slur, pussy still spasming wildly as you continue to babble mindlessly. Hyunjin’s eyes never leave your face, too addicted to the cockdrunk expression written all over it and far too invested in the desperate huff of your voice as you try to coax your boyfriend over the edge with you.
“N-Need it, Jinnie, need to be full. It’s— Don’tcha wanna come inside me? It’ll feel so good; I promise,” you tell him, swallowing harshly, “God, you’re so deep — mmm! — y’make me feel s’good. Please, please fill me up. My pussy’s so hungry, Jinnie.”
You swear you hear him growl when comes and you feel your insides warming with every rush of cum he spills inside you. You’re not bothered by it, knowing you’d purr like a cat yourself if you could, if there were any brain cells left over after being so thoroughly fucked. Your cunt is so sensitive, swollen and tender from the treatment you’ve received. Still it pulses and hugs him like a vice, milking him of every single drop of cum that he could possibly give you.
“F-Fuck,” Hyunjin groans, lowering himself gently and letting his weight rest on you. He’s drenched in sweat and various other fluids, but so are you and he finds that it makes the possessive side of him very, very happy.
He shifts, careful to pull himself out of you so that his cum doesn’t come rushing back out before either of you are ready to get clean. When he checks to make sure you’re okay, he finds you pouting. He chuckles, a smile on his lips, and nuzzles you in such a loving way that you’d second guess whether or not everything prior had really happened if you couldn’t literally feel the evidence settling within depths of your womb.
“Why’re you pouting?” Hyunjin asks, kissing the pout from your mouth.
“Wanted to stay full a little longer,” you blurt, still slightly out of it. Your boyfriend laughs, loud and melodic, and it makes you feel giddy.
“Haven’t had enough yet, baby?”
“Never enough, Jinnie,” you sigh, flexing your hips as soreness begins to settle in, “Always wanna be full of you.”
Hyunjin can only groan, amazed but not surprised to hear you be so eager for him. He’s literally obsessed with you — your intellect, your body, your heart, all of it, really. He can’t help it; years of loving someone will do that to you. Logically, he knows you love him just as much, can tell it in the way you track him with star-dusted irises whenever he’s just existing in any space. However, he can’t deny the burst of happiness he feels when you express your desperation. Hyunjin’s been called clingy before, too needy and overbearing, but knowing you feel the same — hearing you voice it — sends him soaring to new heights.
“I love you,” he says, mouth finding its way back to your own. You mumble the same against his mouth, welcoming the press of his questing tongue to the seam of your lips and parting them for him to explore.
Hyunjin kisses like the romance novels describe, especially when the two of you are alone with no obligations threatening your time together. It’s slow and heated, spit and sweat dripping between the two of you as your tongues swirl together, and you’re a little bit embarrassed to admit your pussy is throbbing again, clit buzzing and nipples hardening with every swipe of Hyunjin’s bubblegum tongue against the sensitive crevices of your mouth.
“Pretty girl,” he murmurs, feeling the press of your pebbling nipples against his chest as he adjusts himself, long, lanky limbs surrounding you yet again.
“Jinnie,” you sigh, hands cupping his jaw and thumbs brushing his cheeks. “You— You said—,” you pause, heat traveling up your neck and into your face from embarrassment at how wanton you sound.
“Mm?” he questions, pressing a kiss to your mouth and then your chin. He kisses your clavicle and the swells of your breasts, eventually licking over the stiff peaks of your nipples. You keen and he rumbles, kissing and sucking his way down your sternum and navel.
“I said a lot of things, baby.”
“You—Your fingers, Jinnie. Said you’d gimme your f-fingers.”
“Did I?” You watch as he cocks his head in feigned confusion, a teasing lilt to his voice. You nod, feeling whiny and petulant. “Hm, did I say anything else, pretty?”
“S-Said,” you stammer, tucking your chin to your shoulder, “Said you’d— please don’t make me repeat it.”
Hyunjin clucks his tongue, brown eyes shining with mirth as he looks up at you from his crouched position. A large hand smooths a path up your sternum until slender fingers are sliding under your chin, encouraging you to untuck your chin from the curve of your shoulder and neck. You let him tug you out of hiding of course, always such a good girl when it comes to him. The pads of his fingers run across your lips and you fight the need to open your mouth and suck his digits in.
“C’mon,” he coos, mouth nearing your cunt with every kiss, even as his long arm extends the length of your body to coax your lips to speak the words he wants to hear. “Tell me what I said.”
You squirm and whine, pussy twitching and you’re graced with the feeling of something trickling out of your entrance. You quickly glance down before releasing a sob, trying to clench your walls to keep Hyunjin’s cum inside where it belongs. He follows your gaze, irises growing hungrier when he puts two and two together. His cum is leaking from your slit and you’re trying to keep it in? You’ll be the death of him.
“Said you’d clean it out!” you exclaim, whiny as can be. “Y-You said you’d clean your cum from my cunt; that you’d eat it all up. That, that—!”
“What? That I’d what? Say it,” he demands, hand leaving face so he can slip a thumb between your folds, only reaching far enough below your waist to rub slow, teasing circles into your puffy clit.
“Said you’d eat it up,” you whine, covering your face with your hands. “You said you’d make me come again. That you’d clean out my cunt with with your fingers, and you’d eat it up, and that you’d share,” you gasp, arching into the press of his thumb, “Fuck, Jinnie, please!”
“Yeah. I did, didn’t I?” Your boyfriend grins, sliding those same elegant fingers away from your clit and down to where you’re dripping.
You think he’s going to make you beg at this point, but to be completely truthful, Hyunjin’s already past his breaking point. His dick hangs heavy and hard between his thighs again, having filled out during the time that’s stretched on since he’d filled you up. Not to mention, he still wants, aching to feel your combined release on his fingers, needing to taste it on his tongue.
With that thought he wastes no time slipping inside your cunt, two digits pressing in at once. You sob happily, cunt clamping down for the umpteenth time, ecstatic to be filled by your lover once more. Hyunjin’s fingers are so long too, curling into your g-spot and spreading into a vee experimentally as they work more of his cum and your slick out of you. You might black out if he keeps fucking your this good, find yourself teetering on the precipice of a second orgasm already.
“You gonna come for me?”
“Yeah,” you gasp, nodding frantically with your back arched up off the bed. “Gonna come, Jinnie.”
There’s an edge to his smile when he finally brings you to the edge and over, a sharpness to his features when he gets the front row seat to the flood of white that leaves your cunt. You’re given no time at all to recover when his mouth meets the swollen folds of your pussy, tongue swiping hungrily through the mess of your cunt. You’re a teary, twitching mess when he pulls back enough to catch your eye and you keen loudly while you watch his throat bob with a swallow, beads of pearlescent white and translucent slick covering his plush lips. You expect the way he leans over you, welcome his mouth against yours as you lick over his reddened lips. You suck at his tongue until he bats you away, the two of you lust drunk and panting.
“Delicious,” Hyunjin croons, petting at your skin. “Let’s do it again.”
Yeah, the two of you are messy, but that’s just how you like it.
₊ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. after a few days away, him wants to make up for lost time with you.
₊ 𝐜𝐰. (UNREVISED) 1,6k. {established relationship, foreplay, fluff, morning sex, shower sex, unprotected sex, a little mutual masturbation, needy reader.} {english is not my first language, so grammar mistakes can happen.}
₊ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’s 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i decided to start the blog with him cuz i am totally falling in love with this man and terribly sorry for him lost.
{tell me your version.}
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He is often away for long weeks due to training, but he is always checking up on you via messages or video calls. And even when he is away from his cell phone, all Richarlison's thoughts turn to you.
'I hope she is missing me as much as i miss her,' 'I wonder if she is awake. I don't want to text and wake her up. Damn time zone.' 'I wonder if she remembered to eat before bed.'
So when he return the first thing Richarlison wants is to rest in your arms. And you are more than happy to welcome him, hold him tightly and allow him to be the smallest spoon. The first night nothing happens but kisses, he is tired and quickly falls asleep under your body when you start running your nails through his scalp. This probably happens in the middle of a conversation, and it takes you a while to realize that you are talking to yourself until you hear the soft snorts escaping from him parted lips.
You smile and quickly register the moment with your cell phone camera, before turning off the light on the lampshade beside your bed and surrendering to the drowsiness that soon overtakes you.
The next morning you wake up feeling colder than usual, and it is enough to look at the still sleeping man next to you to understand why. At some point in the early morning, Richarlison moved to the other side of the mattress and took more than half of the blanket with him, leaving you unprotected to the cold temperature of the air conditioning. Now your exposed feet are uncomfortably cold.
You decide to save your protests for later when you realize how cute he is under the covers and you really don't want to miss that sight.
But, you also can't ignore the urge that arises to go to the bathroom and you start moving out of bed, pulling his arm away from your waist.
"Stop moving." He murmurs, his morning voice startling you for a moment. You turn your head to check him and realize that his eyes are still closed and his breathing is still heavy, making you believe that he is just dreaming too much. But proving otherwise, his grip becomes stronger on your waist as you move once more. "Baby, don't go."
"I have to pee."
"Will you come back?" It sounds more like a demand than a questioning.
"Yes. After i relieve my bladder and take a shower, i'll come back to you."
He grumbles disgruntledly, a small pout appearing on him plump lips. You sneer.
"Or you can meet me in the shower."
You whisper against his ear and for the first time in the day his eyes open. Richarlison no longer has any sign of fatigue in his gaze. Now his pupils are dilated and little lines form around his eyes when he smiles, suddenly looking very interested in your words. You do not wait for a response and move out of bed, walking towards the bathroom.
After relieving yourself, you remove your sleeping clothes and get under the shower. You hum a song as you begin to run the soap over your body. A small cry of surprise escapes you as he opens the glass door and reveals himself on the other side, coming in faster than you deduced. Richarlison lets his underwear fall to the floor and releases his properly erected morning erection, giving you a small display of his muscular body before joining you.
"Turn around, baby. Let me lather your back."
You obey, putting your hair over your shoulder and turn to face the tiled wall. He begins to spread the soap across your back and his hands soon slide to your ass, squeezing it roughly. You hiss as his nimble fingers move up the sides of your body and find their way to your breasts, enveloping them and pinching your protruding nipples. Your head falls back and rests on his shoulder, so that your back is now fully pressed into his chest.
Richarlison brings you under the shower, watching the water wash the soap bubbles from your skin. He sighs as you impatiently rock your hips and rub yourself against him.
"I have to prepare you, you know. Don't be so greedy."
He warns. You knew that, that's how it always starts. The most important thing for Richarlison is to make sure you are comfortable enough to receive him, ignoring your protests of how torturous foreplay is.
Keeping one of your legs in the air, his other hand moves down your belly and stops where you need his touch the most. His fingers spread your folds and move under your clit in a hard way, rubbing quick circles and drawing a long moan from you. Your hand reaches for his dick and you start jerking him off at the same speed as him fingers shake your bundle of nerves.
Shuffling moans echo through the bathroom as your thumb caresses the tip of his dick and he returns the teasing, gathering some of your moisture to plunge three long fingers inside you so that his palm rubs your clit each time he pushes his fingers through your walls.
"Please, that's enough."
You plead, your eyes firmly closed. Him chest quivers with a giggle.
"I'm serious, i can take it. Please fuck me now."
Now he can tell that the drops running down your cheeks are tears. You know he gets a kick out of seeing you like this, being a mess of moans as you beg and cry for him. You hate him for it, but it's not as if you are strong enough to complain.
"If you ask so nicely."
He pulls his hand away from your core and staggers forward, only to press your face against the cold tiles so that your hips are thrusting toward him. Your hands quickly reach for the wall to support your body weight. Richarlison keeps your leg in the air for easy access and positions himself at your wet entrance, sliding the tip of his dick through your folds over and over before finally sliding inside.
He is mesmerized by the sight of his dick disappearing inside you and how your warm walls always envelop him so well. But he's also aware of its size and how sensitive you usually are, so after thrusting the full length he stands still and waits as long as you need to adjust to the intrusion, his thumb sliding up and down your thigh in a comforting manner.
Slowly the burning becomes more bearable and you move your hips, subtly pushing yourself against him and giving him a green light to continue. Richarlison obeys, pulling his entire long length out of you only to thrust again, harder than before.
Your cheek drags against the tile each time he repeats the motion and his hips crash against your ass, your moans echoing through the four walls of the bathroom each time he seemed to go deeper. His forearm slides across your belly to hold it in place and keep it from falling straight to the wet floor, and you mentally thank him, at that point realizing that one leg wasn't enough to keep your upright. He smiles arrogantly as feel the protruding bulge in your stomach as he pushes once more, leaning in close enough to whisper in your ear: "Feel that?"
You just nod, your confused brain unable to formulate any vocal response. Nothing comes out of your lips but moans that become more outrageous as the tip of his dick crashes against your sweet spot and brings you to the brink of orgasm. Your hand reaches your swollen and neglected clit and begins rubbing it desperately, swirling and tracing designs in disjointed shapes. He groans at the tantalizing sight of you chasing your own pleasure and must muster all his self-control not to cum.
Not before you do.
Two more lunges are enough for the familiar pressure in your stomach to explode.
Richarlison holds you more firmly as you crumble and convulse under him, your release dripping down your trembling legs and his fingers sure to leave marks that will become visible on your skin later.
He kiss your shoulder and pulls out. In a swift and desperate move, your back is pressed against the wall and your feet leave the floor as he lifts you up by your thighs, pushing them far enough apart so he can get between your legs and can push himself inside you again. The pain of your sensitivity disappears as the new angle feels even more pleasurable than the other, allowing him to hit your right places again. His lips capture one of your bouncing nipples, nibbling and sucking on it as his thrusts become frantic against your core and you almost cry out when you feel another orgasm growing in the mouth of your stomach.
Your nails leave little scratches and crescent marks on him shoulders and you scream at the top of your lungs, as loud as the sound of your bodies colliding, as you cum once more around him. Richarlison keeps thrusting, prolonging the sensation of your second orgasm and chasing him high.
He rests his forehead against yours, your noses rubbing and your gasping breaths mingling as you stare into his dark eyes and watch them roll to the back of him head, swear words escaping his lips as his hot thick ribbons of cum shoot inside you.
You tighten around him and hold him there, enjoying the feeling of being so full of him. Richarlison kisses you lazily and eventually his softened dick slips out of you, the mixed fluids leaking from your center and diluting in the water. You feel the loss and tighten your walls around nothing in a failed attempt to contain his cum. He buries his head in the curve of your neck, leaving little kisses on your skin, waiting for your trembling to calm to make sure you could stand again without his intervention.
"Isn't today your hair washing day?" He murmurs against your neck, suddenly remembering your hair care routine.
"It depends. Will you do it for me?"
You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively. Richarlison rolls his eyes at that lazy side of you, but doesn't disagree. Him hand reaches for your shampoo on the next shelf and pours the fragrant liquid over your head, beginning to massage your scalp with his fingertips. You close your eyes and he puts a soap bubble on the tip of your nose, smiling at the sight.
You remain like that for a few minutes before pushing your head under the shower, him helping to make the rinsing faster. "Thank you, honey. It's so much better when you do."
