Summary: Woo-jin is always ready to remind you how good you are to him
Pairing: Hong Woo-jin x Fem!reader
Genre: Smut, MDNI!
Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Unprotected sex, Not p in a v, Porn without a plot, Body Worship, Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Over all soft sex
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A/n: What is it? My first smut? I'm shocked as well
The air in the room was warm, thick with the scent of your skin and the quiet hum of the night outside. Woo-jin had you stretched out beneath him, his body a solid, gentle weight between your thighs. His mouth hovered over yours for a moment, lips brushing, before he trailed down—slow, deliberate kisses along your jaw, your throat, the hollow of your collarbone.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured against your sternum, each word a warm puff of breath. “Just let me take care of you.”
His hands slid down your sides, fingers grazing your ribs, your hips, before settling on the inside of your thighs. He pressed them apart, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin there, and you shivered, arching into his touch. When his mouth finally reached your belly, he kissed a path lower, lower, until the heat of his breath ghosted over your cunt.
“Please,” you whispered, your voice breaking.
“I know,” he said, his voice low and tender. “I’ve got you.”
His tongue was the first thing you felt—flat and warm, dragging a slow, wet stripe through your folds. You gasped, your hips jerking, but his hands held you steady, fingers pressing into your thighs. He licked again, circling your clit with the tip, then flattening his tongue to lap at you like he was tasting something precious.
“God, you taste amazing,” he breathed against you, the vibration making you clench.
His fingers found your entrance, one then two, sliding in with ease. He curled them, that perfect come here motion, and your vision blurred as he hit that spot inside you—the one that made your toes curl and a broken whimper escape your lips.
“That’s it,” he praised, his mouth still working your clit, alternating between soft sucks and the flick of his tongue. “You’re taking it so well. Such a good girl.”
Woo-jin sped up his fingers, pumping in and out while his tongue circled your clit faster, tighter. The pleasure built, coiled deep in your belly, and you felt yourself clenching around his digits, the pressure mounting until you were trembling on the edge.
“Don’t stop,” you begged, your fingers twisting in his hair.
He didn’t. He pushed you over, his mouth relentless, his fingers still curling inside you as your orgasm crashed through you—waves of heat and tightness that made your back bow and your cries turn into choked moans. But he didn’t let up. He kept licking, kept stroking, drawing out every last shudder until the sensitivity became too much, and you were squirming, whimpering from the overstimulation.
“Shh,” he soothed, his voice soft against your slick skin. “One more. I know you can give me one more. You’re so perfect, so responsive.”
His fingers slowed, gentler now, but still pressing against that sweet, overworked spot. He sucked your clit between his lips, a gentle pull, and you cried out—caught between pleasure and the sharp edge of too much. But his praise wrapped around you like a blanket, coaxing you through it.
“Just let go. I’ve got you. You’re doing so well.”
And you did. A second orgasm rolled through you, softer but deeper, leaving you breathless and boneless against the sheets. He pressed a final kiss to your inner thigh, then crawled up to hold you, his cheek resting against your damp chest, his hand splayed over your heart.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, and you felt the smile in his voice.
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