Warnings: kissing, cursing, explicit smut, multiple orgasms, fingering (f.), multiple sex positions, protected sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, teasing, a little bit of edging, rough sex
Summary: When your boyfriend's frustrations arise in the bedroom, you know just the way to ease his tension
Word Count: 2.3k
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(a/n: i've been so inactive i actually feel terrible but college is hard guys 🙁 next time i post it’ll be better than this)
"Text me when you get home safe!" You say to your friend as you wave to her.
She says she will as her body leaves your field of vision and you close the front door of your apartment. You turn the lock, smiling to yourself as you reminisce the night you just had with your friends.
Moments later you feel a familiar pair of warms snake around your waist from behind.
"Guests are finally gone?" Minghao asks.
You nod, turning your body to face him. "Yeah. I had a good night."
"I'm glad you got to see your girls again," He runs his fingers along your cheek. "But now it's my turn."
You grin. "I live with you, we see each other plenty. Can't miss me if I ever left."
He pulls you in closer. "Haven't seen your pretty face in hours, of course I missed you."
He's not entirely wrong. You decided to host a girls night and have some of your friends over. Minghao locked himself in the bedroom and allowed you and the ladies to have the apartment for the time being. It was no problem, but it's nearing 2am and he's been away from you for too long.
He seals the moment with an intimate kiss. Your back presses against the kitchen counter lightly and he holds you in his arms. His soft lips press against yours, moving in perfect harmony and sending butterflies fluttering through your stomach.
The kiss grows heated quickly and you find yourself leading him to your shared bedroom. One by one, the two of you discard your articles of clothing onto the ground.
When you're completely naked underneath him, his hands slip between your thighs. He runs his fingers through your folds, smirking when he feels how wet you are already.
Your body shudders, shivering in anticipation. His thumb begins circling your clit, and your body instantly relaxes against his touch. His fingers ease into you, one at a time. He starts pumping his digits, causing you to squirm in pleasure beneath him.
He curls his fingers, making you mewl. "Ah–fuck."
You grind your hips against his fingers, matching the rhythm of his hands as you selfishly get off on his fingers. He licks his lips as he hovers over you, watching the way your face contorts with pleasure with lust behind his eyes.
His fingers move faster and you moan out loud. You can feel your high approaching as he stretches you out with his fingers. Just a little bit more and..–
To your disappointment, your tease of a boyfriend decides to withdraw his fingers completely. A cocky grin is plastered on his face.
"Fuck," You huff out.
"Sorry baby, can't let you have all the fun."
He turns your body over so your stomach meets the bed. "I'm gonna stretch you out properly, promise it'll be worth it."
You arch your back, lifting your ass up in the air. He opens up a brand new box of condoms and tears the package open with his teeth. You can't see, but you hear it all and his tip soon presses against your entrance.
He aligns himself, slipping in with ease and properly stretching you out. You moan out loud at the feeling. The pleasure is overwhelming and he wastes no time. He thrusts into you, shaking the entire bed the force of his movements as he fucks you from behind.
You grip the bedsheets with a tight fist as he fucks you. You can hardly form words or proper thoughts as the pleasure washes through your body.
"Fuck..." You breathe out.
Suddenly, he pulls out and flips you over with no warning. Your back meets the bed and you can feel him press his length against you. You hear him groan, voice laced with frustration. Before you can dwell on the thought, he's pushing his length back into you and scrambling your brain up.
His palm lay flat next to your face as he hovers over you.
"Shit," You pant.
His eyes scan over your features. The way your breasts bounce, the way your face twists in pleasure, the way you try to keep your noises quiet. He focuses all his attention on you.
He groans again, pulling your legs so they're over his shoulders and he can pound deeper into you. His movements are hostile, but the pleasure quickly builds up inside of you.
He drives his hips into yours repeatedly, cock hitting deep inside of you and making you cry out in pleasure. He's rougher than usual tonight, not that you're complaining.
Your back arches above the mattress and your head sinks deeper into the pillow. Your skin warms under his touch, flushing your face and causing your body to grow sticky with sweat.
"Hah–fuck, 'm close," You warn him.
He bites his inner cheek, letting out another breath before snapping his hips back and driving his cock into your harder. It knocks the breath out of you and you smack your palms over your mouth to stay quiet.
It's late and you've gotten a few complaints from your neighbors in the apartment as of recent.
His head comes down, pressing his ear closer to your covered mouth so he can hear the moans of pleasure that escape your lips. Your eyes screw shut and your nails dig into the sheets under you.
He continues to drill his cock into you, easing you over the edge and sending your body into climax. You press your palms harder against your lips to minimize the noise as you cum around his cock.
Your pussy throbs, aching around his length as you relish in sweet release. He continues to fuck you through it, chasing his own high with every fluid movement of his lips.
You've hardly recovered from your orgasm when he changes positions again, pulling your legs off his shoulder and wrapping them around his waist. The sudden movement takes you by surprise, but he starts pounding into you faster than you can think.
You're still sensitive from your high, making it difficult to process anything but the pleasure. You find yourself quickly growing overstimulated, although he doesn't seem to be letting up.
He huffs out an annoyed breath and bites his inner cheek. He's concentrated, shifting the rhythm of his hips to fuck you deep rather than fast.
Your hands ball into a fist as you grip the bedsheets. He's so deep, feeling you all the way up and overstimulating you more. It's a lot, but you love it. You can already feel another orgasm approaching.
"Hao," You breath out. "'M gonna cum."
He holds himself up with one strong arm as he hovers over you. You wrap your legs around him tighter, pulling his body flush against yours. He's got the same concentrated look on his face as he fucks you through your second orgasm of the night.
Again, he hardly gives you time to come down and continues fucking his cock deep into you. Your body is overwhelmed and overstimulated, yet he keeps going.
Again, he groans with annoyance and lifts one of your legs back up over his shoulder. You cry out at his attempt to bury himself deeper into you. Fuck, it feels so good, but it's so much for your body to handle. You're not used to this.
Usually, he would've cum by now, but he hasn't. He's putting your body through more than you usually handle and you're not used to this.
"Fuck's sake," He huffs out again, allowing your leg to drop from over his shoulder.
It's not until this moment that you realize something is bothering him.
You press your hand on the side of his face, cupping his cheek lightly. "Hey, what's wrong? Talk to me."
His movements slow down, and he sighs again in frustration. He stops completely, nibbling on his bottom lip. "I can hardly–I can hardly feel you."
"What?" You ask.
He pulls out slowly, looking down at you with a frown on his face. Your weak legs fall limp against the bed as you unhook yourself from him. He's only half-hard now.
"I don't know what's wrong, but I can't cum like this," He huffs out.
Oh. You try not to freak out. Momentarily you fear that you're the issue and have done something wrong, but the moment he senses your doubt, he's quick to reassure you.
He notices the instant drop of your face and cups your cheek in his palm. "You didn't do anything wrong baby."
"Are you sure? Cause I just like–"
"No baby, it's not that you don't feel good. I just... can't really feel anything. I don't know, something's different. It might be me." He says.
You huff out, thinking to yourself what the issue could possibly be.
"Let me check something," You say.
You move onto your side, reaching over to grab the box of condoms on the nightstand. You notice the words "extra thick' and 'extra protection' displayed on the box and realize the issue.
You hand your boyfriend the box and he sighs in disappointment. "Fuck."
"You didn't look at the box before you bought them?" You sit back up.
"I was already in the checkout line when I realized I didn't have any. Grabbed the first ones I saw and rushed back into the line while they were ringing me up." He tosses the box to the side. "Never buying that shit again."
You pull him in by his neck, holding him close. "I feel bad... like I'm giving you blue balls or something."
He lets out a soft chuckle. "It's okay baby, you already came. Your satisfaction is my satisfaction."
You lick your lips slowly. "Yeah... I still feel bad though, it's not fair. I could always blow you or.... we could go raw."
He raises an eyebrow at you.
Raw? When you first became sexually active in your relationship you two agreed to use protection. It's been that way for the past two years but he can't help the excitement that bubbles in his thoughts.
"You'd let me fuck you raw?" He questions in a low voice.
You grin. "Is that what you want?"
"Fuck yeah." He breathes out.
He pulls off the condom, discarding the unnecessarily thick latex. You press your palm flat against his chest, pushing him back down on the flat surface.
His breathing grows ragged in anticipation. You hover over him, gripping his length and aligning it with your entrance. You slide down onto his length, letting out a gasp in unison as he fills you up again.
The sensation is new, unlike anything you've done before. Your heart pounds in your chest as you feel him stretch you out properly. His palms lay flat on your hips, holding you against him.
He lets out a long ragged breath, sinking his head down into the pillow. "Holy shit," He whispers. "Thought you'd be too spent to ride me."
You breathe out. "I–fuck–I was. But I really wanna make it up to you."
You start grinding down on him, progressively moving faster in his lap. Instant relief washes over him. "You feel so good."
Now this is what you're used to hearing. He's never quiet in bed. He's always been one to talk you through it and never hold back from letting you know how good you feel.
You start bouncing on his cock and his eyes roll back into his head. Breathy groans and moans escape past his lips as he continues to stretch you out.
Your breathing grows heavy and your body grows weak. But the pleasure drives you to keep going. You can tell he's not far from climax, and there's another orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach.
He sits up, pressing your chest against his and thrusting his hips up to meet you halfway. It feels so good, so intimate. You've never been this connected with one another, so in tune with each other's bodies.
The feeling is incredible. It's a bliss you want to experience over and over again. It's almost addictive. You grip his shoulders to hold yourself steady as you ride his cock.
You arch your back, pressing your chest closer against his as you tilt your head backwards. His head dips down, burning his face between your tits as they bounce. He latches his mouth around your nipple, sucking lightly and making you squirm in his lap.
The stimulation pushes you into overdrive and you reach your third orgasm of the night. It's dangerous, how tightly you grip him when you cum. He can feel you, all of you and it's incredible. You contract around him, leaking out of your hole and around his already wet cock with your release.
He almost loses the will to pull out. You just grip him so well, milking his cock and drawing pleasure out of him. He makes the split decision to lifts your limp body up, giving himself a few quick strokes before he releases over his lower tummy.
Spurts of cum shoot out of his cock and he lets out a breathy moan. He cums more than he anticipated, blaming the immaculate feeling of fucking you raw.
"Fuck... you're incredible." he breathes heavily.
It takes a while for you to fully come down from the mind-blowing orgasms, and by the time you mentally recover, your body has reached the brink of exhaustion.
He cleans himself up and lays back down in bed next to you. He holds you close, softly touching you lovingly. He knows your limits were pushed today, but he's thankful it payed off.
He presses his lips to your forehead and he holds you in his arms. As you fall asleep together.
"How long do I have to keep this on?" Mingyu asks with a pout.
You're seated on his lap, straddling him as you press the sheet mask down on his face. He's sitting on the toilet seat with his eyes closed.
"15 minutes," You tell him, smoothing the mask over his face. You pop up off his lap. "All done!"
He stands up and looks at himself in the bathroom. You stand there next to him, looking just like his twin. Both of you have your hair up in a messy bun, wearing matching pajamas and sheet masks.
Even with the mask, he can see you smiling.
Cute, He thinks to himself.
Looking at you warms his heart. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying this, the domesticity. It's your first actual sleepover as a couple and he's already looking forward to making this a regular thing in his life.
He won't admit it out loud though, can't give you the satisfaction of knowing he he enjoys the cheesy slumber party activities you have planned.
You then insist on taking mirror pictures with him, to which he pretends he doesn't enjoy. Once you're finally satisfied, you're running off to the kitchen, yelling about how the cookies should be ready to bake.
He follows behind you and you're already raking through his cabinets for a baking sheet. You pull the pan out and place it on the counter.
"Be a dear and grab the cookie dough out the fridge?" You ask as you line the sheet with parchment paper.
He agrees silently, smiling to himself as you take control of his living space. It brings him joy to see you so comfortable here.
He grabs the wrapped-up cookie dough you two made (you made it and he washed the dishes and stayed out of your way) and hands it to you. You form the dough into balls while he preheats the oven and washes up the last of the dishes.
You pop the pan into the oven and allow the cookies to bake before dashing into the living room and scrolling through to find something to watch to end your night.
...
A few hours later, you're cuddled up in bed, bellies full from the cookies and comfortable. His arms are wrapped around your frame as you've designated yourself little spoon.
You've already fallen into a state of slumber, chest rising and falling as small snores evade your lips. He holds you in his arms, front side pressed against your back and he tries to will himself to sleep.
This night has been nothing short of perfect and wholesome and he fears he's about to ruin that.
Mingyu has found himself in a bit of a... hard place.
Since it if your first night together, Mingyu is still learning a lot about you. And tonight he's learned that you move around in your sleep, a lot.
The material of your matching pajama pants is thin and with you practically grinding against him for the past 10 minutes, Mingyu finds himself struggling.
He can't help it, it's completely normal. But he feels like such a pervert. He tries to think about something else, anything else. But then you start moving and he's screwed.
He feels so bad. He knows you're a virgin, and it's still early in your relationship. This was supposed to be a wholesome night, but now he's got a raging hard-on and it's aching uncomfortably in his pants for relief.
You shift in your sleep again, pressing your ass up against him more and he fucking moans.
His heart drops, he hopes you didn't hear that.
"Gyu?"
Fuck, you totally heard that.
"Yeah, baby?" He asks.
"You okay? Sounds like you're in pain." He shifts again.
You reach over, turning on the lamp.
"-And something poking–oh."
His heart drops and silence fills the atmosphere.
Okay so he's in a little bit of a pickle. A dilemma if you will. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but he's also really fucking uncomfortable right now.
If it wasn't dark in here and you were to turn around you would see how red his face flushes in embarrassment.
"Sorry," He apologizes sincerely. "You were moving a lot and it just kind of... happened."
You shift again, turning to face him. "It's okay." You say in just above a whisper.
"I don't wanna make you uncomfortable. I'll just sleep it off, ignore it honestly."
"Was already getting uncomfortable Gyu," You whisper.
Before he can question you, you're guiding his hand between your thighs, slipping below the waistband of your pajama pants and underwear.
"Oh shit-" He whispers.
"What do you want baby? I'll take it slow." He breathes out.
"Your fingers–" You moan out. "Wanna cum on your fingers–fuck–please."
"Are you sure?"
You nod. "Please."
He's quick to oblige, applying more pressure to your clit as he draws circles around your sensitive bud. You let out a sob, pushing your hips against his fingers.
He knows you need more than this.
Who knew you could be so needy?
He stops his movements to strip you of the layers covering your lower half. He lays you on your back, hovering his body over yours as he slips a finger into you.
He starts slow, pumping at a steady pace before slipping in a second finger.
"Ngh–" You moan.
He curls his fingers, pressing his digits against your inner walls to satisfaction. His hard cock is straining against the fabric of his pajama paints.
His length throbs, aching as he leaks precum, wetting the front of his pants. As distracting as it may be, he keeps his focus on you. His own pleasure is far out of his mind as his pace increases.
He pumps his fingers into you, harder and faster. You writhe beneath him, bucking your hips up to meet the rhythm of his fingers.
Oh fuck– this is so good. You've never experienced this kind of pleasure before. His fingers are much better than your own. Longer, thicker, and much more skilled. You can't help but be curious about how it would feel to have more.
The image flashes across your brain. Having all of him inside of you, filling you up inch by inch as his body weight crushes you. The rhythm of his hips, the sounds he would make, the feeling of his cock...
But you shake the thought and decide not to be greedy. Mingyu is doing a great job right now, drawing you toward the brink of an orgasm much faster than your own fingers ever have.
You squeeze your eyes shut, small hand gripping his forearm as he works his fingers inside of you. You feel your lower tummy tighten, and you moan out.
"Close–hah fuck, 'M close," You warn him.
He draws circles around your clit with his thumb as his fingers work inside of you. The sudden shock of pleasure causes you to instinctively shut your legs closed.
He sucks his teeth in disapproval, prying your legs back open with his other hand and forcing them to stay that way. You let out a sob as he continues his ministrations and elicits a proper orgasm out of you.
Your hips grind against his fingers as the pleasure courses through your body. You cry out his name, tightening your grip on his arm as he draws out your pleasure.
He hums in approval, eyes glued on you as he watches you ride out your orgasm. He wants this image forever etched in his mind and he has every intention of making it happen again.
His hand slows as you come down before he pulls out of you completely. He licks his fingers with a grin and sits you up on the bed.
"How do you feel?" he asks, pushing your hair out of your face.
"Fuck Gyu.." You breathe out with a grin. "incredible."
He smiles. "Glad I could help."
He plants a kiss on your forehead and you feel his body weight leave the bed. "I'm gonna get you something to drink."
You groan, holding onto his arm and pulling his body back. "Don't go."
"I'll be right back," He chuckles. "I swear."
You pout, eyes shifting between his face and the obvious tent sprouting in his pants. "Don't go, wanna suck your dick."
You pull at him, again, but this time his body falls onto the bed. You completely caught him off guard with that. You climb on top of him, straddling him as you pull up his wifebeater and your palms rub against his chest. "Please?"
"Shit baby–I don’t know if you should–"
You frown. "But I wanna."
"I don't think you can handle it yet, baby," He breathes out.
Mindlessly, you begin grinding down on him. The feeling of his hard cock against your already sensitive clit is exhilarating. "I think I can."
He lets out a groan, tilting his head back and showing off his adam's apple. He rests his body weight on his elbows, licking his lips as his throat dries up. He's so sensitive right now and having you on top of him is not helping. He's afraid he'll cum as soon as you take him in your mouth.
"Fuck–uh..." He groans. "What are you doing?"
Now the wet spot on his pants has grown. You're leaking as you grind down on him and it's driving him crazy. Your clit throbs against him, aching for more and building up to another orgasm.
You're still sensitive and the craving you have only grows.
"I'm not–hah–doing anything–fuck!" You moan as you grind down on him.
Your hips pick up in pace and you've long forgotten about your original objective. It just feels so good, too good."
You grip the bed sheets as you continue to grind against him. Both of you let out a string of breathy moans and groans. It's pathetic almost, the way you're humping each other like horny teens, but fuck–it's getting the job done.
His hands grip your waist and he guides your body as you grind against him. His eyes fall shut and his hips begin to match the set rhythm.
"Shit..." He whispers.
It doesn't take long before you're cumming again, this time leaking against his clothed cock as you moan out with your plans pressed flat against his chest. Your head falls back and you ride out your orgasm, driving him into his.
He lets out a long groan as the stain on his pants grows again.
You both breathe heavily as you come down, staring at each other with half-lidded and hazy eyes. He sits up, pushing your hair out of your face once again, and kisses you softly. The kiss lasts longer than anticipated as you lose yourselves in one another. You don't let it escalate again however, pulling away, and pressing your foreheads together.
You poke out your bottom lip and pout. "Wanted to suck you off."
"Shit Y/n," he lifts you off his lap. "You're crazy."
You giggle. "Sorry, you bring out a different side of me."
He sucks in his breath. "Here I was trying to be all respectful and you're acting all freaky."
You grin, planting another kiss on his lips as you lay side by side. He changes into a fresh pair of sweats and hands you one of his t-shirts before venturing into the kitchen to get the drink he promised.
He grins when he sees you wearing his shirt and hands you a glass of water. He kisses your forehead again nd climbs into bed with you for the night.
This time, you both fall asleep peacefully through the night undisturbed.
but i've been obsessing over romcoms again, and i was wondering if you could write how seventeen would react if you were at a sports game together and get put on the kiss cam.
thank youuu!!!!
Svt Kiss Cam Reactions 💋
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Seungchol: He's like confident and shy at the same time. Definitely gets red as soon as he sees himself up on screen, but he knows it's a one-time chance so he doesn't hesitate to grab you and kiss you with a smile.
Joshua: Thinks it's the absolute funniest thing. Laughs a lot and kisses you sweetly even though you're sitting there embarrassed.
Jeonghan: He's already sitting there with his arm around your shoulder. When he sees himself on screen he kinda smirks and leans in. Your face is hot and you're trying not to let it show, but he just pulls you in closer and kisses you.
Jun: Probably more nervous than you. Takes him a second to realize he's literally on screen in front of thousands of people. When it does process, he kisses you, but it's quick because he's a little scared.
Hoshi: Definitely starts laughing really loudly and pointing at the camera. He yells at you about how you're on the screen and then grabs you and kisses you. He also cheers immediately after.
Wonwoo: He sees himself on camera and instantly gets shy. He didn't sign up for this and wants no part, but you're the one to initiate the kiss. You make it a quick and sweet kiss, and you spare him from the attention and embarrassment.
Woozi: Tries to play it cool at first and pretend he doesn't know he's on screen. You nudge him and tell him people are watching so he kisses you softly and returns to sitting with his arms crossed because he honestly finds them a little cringe.
DK: Definitely laughs and gets really loud and excited. Grabs like your entire body and kisses you. Much like Hoshi, he'll cheer with the crowd too.
Mingyu: Notices himself on camera, probably starts mewing to make sure he looks good. Points it out to you and steals a kiss when you look up at the screen. He laughs about it and puts his arm around your shoulder.
Minghao: Thinks it's a little cringe, but when you point it out and he can see how excited you are, he embraces it and kisses you with a smile.
Vernon: Just kind of... looks around. Might point it out and start laughing and his eyebrows raise up super high. But he does like that boyish grin and kisses you anyway.
Seungkwan: Definitely has a dramatic reaction when he realizes he's on screen. Starts hitting your leg to her your attention and points it out to you before stealing a kiss.
Dino: Points directly at the camera with a smile and moves your head so you can see yourself. Then turns your head again and steals a kiss before cheering.
Warnings: kissing, cursing, grinding, lots of sexual tension, explicit smut, protected sex (missionary), fingering (f.), low-key rough sex, scratching, teasing, they're so cute and domestic ugh, teensy bit (a lot) of angst cuz i can't live without it, if you realllyy read into it it’s a lil toxic but they’re so cute 😪
Summary: When you’re with him, the time around you ceases to exist. You’ve got your own little bubble that’s immune to reality where he’s just yours.
Word Count: 5.1k
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(a/n: i usually don't read/write content where they idols because I'm simply not a fan. but i read a jk fic like this recently and it was a masterpiece. to say the least i was inspired so shout out to that author and i hope you enjoy)
The cool outside air fills your lungs as you step onto the sidewalk. It’s not cold, just fresh and cool enough to rejuvenate you from the hot sweaty air from inside of the club.
It’s a lot emptier out here, it helps to clear your mind. There’s only two or three other people out here, having a smoke in silence or waiting impatiently for an uber.
Your mind is still just a little bit muggy from the alcohol coursing through your veins, but being outside has instantly given you clarity.
You just couldn’t be in there any longer. The guy at the bar just could not take a hint. He was cute too, the type of guy you would typically be interested in. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested in him at first.
But then halfway through your conversation and his hand touched your lower back, the guilt settled in. It suddenly felt so wrong. The guy in the club’s hand didn’t feel the same as when he does it.
Almost instantly, it registered in your mind. This stranger didn't compare. He had nothing on the guy who really has your heart.
The famous idol who doesn't hesitate to answer your phone calls or cook for you when you're hungry.
This guy was a nobody.
One phone call and you’d have so much better.
The stranger clearly didn’t pick up on your shift in energy, probably too drunk to notice how you started to pull away. You were suddenly uninterested in anything he had to say and it was exhausting to have to fake laugh and smile as you tried to make excuses as to why you weren’t going home with him tonight.
But he was persistent and suddenly felt too touchy. He probably wasn't touching you as much as you thought, but you were suddenly so aware of him that it felt wrong with him being so close. His very presence alone was irritating. You finally caught the attention of one of your friends and gave her the ‘SOS’ look. She drunkenly stumbled over to you and pulled away from the conversation somewhat smoothly.
You thanked her before letting her know you were stepping out to get some fresh air.
But now it's a little after one in the morning and your thoughts are clouded with him. Your mind begins to wander to the moments you've shared over the past few years. The pet names, the sleepovers with homemade face masks, the phone calls from his hotel rooms.
Now you're texting him.
You: you awake?
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Mingyu sits at home on the couch, beer in hand as the TV flashes in front of him. He's watching a movie he's got no real interest in, but he can't sleep. He's been home for a little more than a day and he's still got major jetlag ruining his sleep schedule.
No matter how hectic his life has been, he always dreads the jetlag.
The buzz of his phone captures his attention and he can't avoid the smile that pulls on his lips when he sees your name flash on the screen.
Mingyu: nah, sleeping
You giggle at your phone, smiling at the device just as he is. Your hands move a little slower to text back as the cool air outside changes your body temperature. You shiver, blowing on your hands as they grow cold.
You: call me
The message flashes delivered briefly before your screen changes entirely. You're surprised to see an incoming FaceTime and not a regular call.
You hold the phone up to your face, fixing your hair before you hit answer.
He lays on the couch in the living room, the darkness surrounding him heavily contrasts the colorful beams of light that flash behind you. The loud music thumps in the background.
"Hi." He smiles.
"Hi," You grin.
You feel giddy inside. Partially because you were drinking a bit and mostly because you're talking to him again. It's been quite some time since you've seen each other.
"Where are you?" He asks first.
You take a moment to respond as you walk toward the curb. You fix your dress and sit on the curb of the sidewalk, holding the phone up to your face.
"At the club," You reply.
"Ah, fun night I presume?" He asks.
You shake your head. "Not really."
"Sorry to hear that Shorty," He says.
Your heart skips a beat at the nickname. Your heart always leaps when he calls you that.
"Yeah, not really my thing anyway," You frown.
"I remember, surprised you're even there this late," He comments.
You smile. He remembers.
"Took some convincing from my friends. It wasn't so bad when we were drinking earlier, but then it started to hit and I wasn't feeling it anymore," You say, chipping away at the white nail polish on your fingers.
"They didn't abandon you, did they?" He asks, voice laced with concern.
"Who? My friends? No, they were looking out for me but I just wasn't feeling it anymore so I told them I was stepping outside for a minute," You continue to chip away at the polish mindlessly.
"I don't like you being alone like that, especially if you've been drinking," He frowns.
"I'm okay, I promise..." You assure him. "I wanna see you though."
A boyish smile forms on his face. "Yeah?"
You nod. "You home?"
"Yeah, come over," He offers. "I'll get you something to eat and you can spend the night."
Your ears perk up from his words. Your heart jumps out of your chest in anticipation.
"Okay, I'll order a–"
"–Text me what club you're at," he interrupts. "I'll get you an Uber here."
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You call another one of your friends while you wait. You’re surprised she picks up on the second ring. “HELLO?” she shouts into the phone.
“Hey love,” You say.
“Y/N WHERE DID YOU GO?? The hot guy you were talking to is still here, I thought you went home with him.”
The loud music thumps in the background, but you can surprisingly hear her clearly.
You shake your head. “I’m heading home, I’ll see you guys later.”
Of course, the terms of your NDA don’t allow you to tell them where you’re really going. You make up an excuse about not feeling well and she pouts.
“Aw but we were– Hana NO!” She interrupts herself and the line goes silent for a few moments.
You hear shifting and wait to hear her voice again.
“Sorry, we’re in the bathroom and Hana started throwing up. She’s fine now. You feel better though, and text one of us when you get home. Stay safe babes.”
“Okay, I will.”
Before you can hang up, she’s calling out to the other girls. “GUYS, Y/N IS GOING HOME.”
More shuffling suddenly fills your ears and female voice.
“Nooooo, don’t leave,” Hana drunkenly slurs.
You laugh. “I’ll go out with you guys again next weekend.”
After a little bit more drunken banter, you finally hang up and wait on the curb until your ride gets here.
____
Considering he's the one who ordered the Uber, you know he'll know exactly when you get there. So, you spend the entirety of the ride in the backseat fixing up your appearance.
You play with your hair, refresh your lip gloss, and adjust your appearance for the better.
When you arrive at the familiar home, your heart rate picks up and you open the door with shaky hands. You stand outside the car, purse in hand as you shut the door.
Just as you close the car door, his front door opens almost on cue. His full stature comes to your sight and your excitement bubbles over.
He leans against the door frame, grinning at you. He looks cozy, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, a white wifebeater, and his glasses. Your knees nearly give out at the sight of him in his glasses. He looks so good. His muscular body is visible in the tee and you have to stop yourself from pouncing him.
His hair is definitely shorter than the last time you saw him. And it's been well, months since you've seen him. Two? Maybe even three? But that doesn't matter, what matters is that you're here with him now.
You try not to express how excited you are, but you just can't wipe the smile off your face. You walk toward him and he invites you in with open arms.
His strong arms wrap around your frame. You're so happy you could cry. Your arms wrap around him, squeezing his frame. You inhale, breathing in his scent. He smells like home. His touch is so comforting, this moment feels unreal. You hold him and appreciate him for everything he is.
He pulls away, looking down at you with a grin. He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Hi, Shorty."
You grin up at him, bringing your hands to his hair. You run your fingers through it. "You cut it."
He nods. "Couple days ago yeah, you don't like it?"
"I always like it," You tell him truthfully. "But it was a little sexier when it was long."
He pulls you all the way inside, closing the door and locking it. "I'll tell management to let me grow it back out just for you."
"Doubt they'll see me as reason enough for that," You say.
"They'll just have to deal with it," He runs a hand through his hair. "I'll never let scissors touch my hair again if you say so."
Oh my gosh. You hate him.
You hate how he makes your heart skip a beat and he somehow always knows all the right things to say to you.
You giggle. "I wouldn't ask you to do that, Gyu."
"You'd still like me if I was bald?" He asks.
"Yeah Gyu, I would." You admit.
"Oh wow" He has a boyish grin on his face. "You like-like me."
"Yeah well, you like-like me too," You remind him.
"Damn right I do, Shorty," He pulls you in by your waist. "Don't know why you're so far away."
You squeal when your body moves against his. "I'm still wearing my shoes! I need to take them off."
"Relax Shorty," He lifts you up effortlessly, placing you on the kitchen counter.
He drops down, undoing your heels and placing them on the mat next to his front door. He stands back up to his full stature, face mere inches above yours.
He leans in. "I missed you."
You look up at him with soft eyes. There's so much yearning behind your pupils, that it makes you wonder if he can see through to it.
"I missed you too," You admit.
You find yourself back hin his arms. His big hands circle your waist, pressing your chests together. But now, his lips are on yours.
The kiss is soft, just delicate enough to express how much he missed you. Your small hand cups his cheek as your lips move against one another. His touches are gentle, but they spark so many things inside you, igniting you from the inside out.
But your moment is cut short when your growling stomach interrupts.
You pull away just a little bit, brushing your nose against his, giggling to yourself. He lets out a genuine laugh, holding your hand in his. "I did promise you food, didn't I?"
You nod. "I believe you did."
He helps you off the counter and back onto your feet. He walks over to the pantry.
"Sorry to get your hopes up," He admits sheepishly. "I just got back so... there's not much."
"Oh that's okay, it can't be–"
You open the fridge, finding virtually nothing. Some milk, A couple water bottles, half a carton of eggs, a few bottles of liquor, and a can of half-eaten kimchi.
You wedge your way in front of him, looking into the pantry and it's somehow worse. There's only stuff that needs to actually be cooked, and there's not much of it.
You fall dramatically into his chest and he laughs. "I told you there wasn't much."
His hand touches your lower back as you sink your face into his chest. This time, it feels right.
"Why did you even offer me food if you didn't have any?!" You exclaim.
He holds your head in his hands, cupping both of your cheeks. "I don't know, I guess I forgot Shorty. You do that to me."
While his words are making your stomach turn, the hunger rumbling is a lot louder. "Is the milk in the fridge even good?"
"Yeah, I just bought it today." He says casually.
"You went out and bought milk... and nothing else? Knowing you had no food?" You question.
"I needed it to go with my cereal," He shrugs. "But that's not important. Look, there's some rice in here."
He grabs the uncooked rice out of the pantry. "I can make you some fried rice with egg and kimchi. I've got soy sauce somewhere around here."
"No I think I'll just take some cereal," You walk out of his grasp, making your way toward the fridge.
He pouts. "I can cook for you though."
"I'll take you up on that offer another time," You tap his cheek with your palm lightly. "I'm very hungry. And you've got no vegetable to go with, not even a green onion. I'm getting some cereal."
You open the fridge, grabbing the milk while he gets the bowls and spoons. You try to grab the cereal box from above the fridge, but you can't quite reach it. Mingyu comes up behind you, grabbing it with ease and a shit-eating grin on his face.
You frown, but you're too hungry to make any comments. The two of you sit at the table, each pouring yourselves a bowl of cereal. "You said you just got back?" You ask.
He nods. "Like two days ago, I think. My sense of time is a little messed up, jetlag."
You nod in acknowledgment. He continues to tell you about the past few months since he's seen you. You play friends catching up as he answers all your questions about his life as of recent. The shows, the photoshoots, all the traveling, filming, and preparations for the upcoming months as well.
He asks you about work too, although your updates are not nearly as interesting as his though. But he doesn't ask out of courtesy, he genuinely cares. He likes hearing about your life, likes just listening to you speak even if you're not the one doing Calvin Klein photoshoots.
The time flies, and before you know it, it's 3 in the morning. You always find yourself invested in him when you're together, like the world around you ceases to exist. You get caught up, failing to realize that time is indeed still passing, and a lot of it.
He pulls you in by your hips, pressing your back onto his chest.He pulls the bowls and utensils out of your hands swiftly and turns you around.
"Nope, don't worry about that," he drops them into the sink. "You just go hop in the shower, I'll give you one of my t-shirts."
"Are you saying I stink?" You accuse him playfully.
"Never, Shorty." He kisses your cheek. "As much as I love this little dress on you, it's getting late and you should be in something comfy. Now go." He playfully taps your butt, sending you to the bathroom.
You look back at him, feigning offense as he grins.
______
When you step out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, there's a t-shirt laid out for you with a pair of boxers. You get dressed before walking down to the living room.
Mingyu lays there, scrolling through his phone. When he hears you enter, his attention shifts to you immediately and he gives you a warm smile.
He sits up all the way and pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling him. "Thank you, for letting me using the shower and for the food."
He holds you close to him. "Of course Shorty
"Where are your clothes?" He asks.
"Folded on the dresser in your room, why?" You ask.
He pulls you off his lap and stands to his feet. "Wanna wash them so you can have them tomorrow. Are they washer and dryer safe?"
"Yeah, but you don't have to worry about it." You assure him.
"Don't worry about it, I have clothes I need to was anyway. I'll just through yours in with them," he says.
He disappears up into his room and when he emerges, he's holding a basket of clothes and your dress on top. He walks down and walks over to you on the couch.
"That's all you had? Just the dress and the panties? No bra?" He asks.
You grin. "Nope."
He inhales sharply, but pushes his thoughts aside. "Come with."
You follow behind him downstairs. He leads you to the laundry room in the basement.
You sit on the dryer as he loads the washing machine. There's a comfortable silence in the atmosphere. Everything about this is so comforting... so domestic. It's exactly what you needed.
"Hand me that?" he says, pointing to the detergent behind you. "Please?"
You grab the detergent, handing it to him. "Thank you, Shorty."
After he's done with it, he hands it back to you and adjusts the settings before starting up the machine.
"Ready for bed?" He asks.
You nod, reaching your arms out to him. He turns around, lifting you off the machine and piggybacking you all the way up to his bedroom. He drops your body on his plush mattress and strips down to just his boxers. He places his glasses on his dresser gently. Immediately after, he climbs under the covers. You join him, making yourself comfortable in his bed.
He pulls your body against his, yearning to have you close to him. He looks at you with a softness in his eyes. His hand runs along your thigh gently and innocently.
But right now, close doesn't feel close enough. You've missed him so much, you want to feel consumed by him. You need him inside of you.
You press your forehead against his, look at him with soft, sultry eyes. His hands start to wander, moving from your thighs to your butt.
Almost simultaneously, you pick up on one another's energy. The sexual tension grows and pretty soon his lips are on yours again. You moan softly against his lips.
He brings his hand to your cheek, cupping it softly as your lips move against his in perfect harmony. He takes everything you give and vice versa,perfectly in sync.
Pretty soon, you're itching to get undressed even though his clothes are extremely comfortable. You're eager for more of him, pulling away from the kiss.
"Gyu," You breathe out.
"I know baby, fuck–I know," He pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling him once again.
He lifts your hips enough to pull his boxers off of your body. The t-shirt you're narrowing is next to go, leaving you completely naked on his lap.
"Fuck," He whispers. "You're so pretty, Shorty. Need you so bad."
You lean over, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck. You know better than to leave marks, but you grind down against him slowly. He lets out a shaky breath, holding your hips as you move against him. "Mm-fuck."
His cock grows stiff beneath you, poking against your bare core. You grind down harder, feeling the veins of his cock against your clit through his boxers. "Feels good, Gyu.." You moan.
You chase the friction selfishly. You know you could cum like this, and with how good it feels, you're not entirely against it. But his hand comes in between the two of you, pressing against your pussy to feel how wet you are.
"Fuck, Shorty you're soaking..." he groans.
You can only nod in agreement as the pads of his fingers graze your clit. You're dripping on his fingers, so much so that he could easily slip–
"–You want my fingers?"
Fuck, he knows you so well.
You nod eagerly. He pinches your clit, making you yelp.
"Use your words baby."
You mewl. "Yes, fuck yes, please."
He lifts your body, flipping you over so you're underneath him. He holds himself up with his arm, hovering over you as he slips two fingers into you with ease.
Even though it's just his fingers, he can feel how tight you are. Your cunt stretches around his digits as he pumps them into you. You moan out, feeling the way the pleasure builds in your lower region.
His fingers are so skilled and he knows your body well. He knows that when he curls his finger, you're gonna squeeze your legs together and cry out.
Which is exactly what you do when he curls his fingers inside of you. He pries your legs back open, picking up the pace of his fingers as you moan out loud. "Ah fuck–nngh."
His cock twitches in anticipation as he pleasures you. He's not focused on it right now, but your pleasure is his pleasure.
"Shit–I'm gonna cum," You warn him, gripping his bicep.
He grins, teasing you with his words. "Already, Shorty?"
You breathe out, pushing your hips against his hands. "Fuck– 's been a while.
Oh?
His digits press against the sweet spot deep inside of you and you arch your back up off the bed and cry out. "You don't touch yourself when I'm not here, Shorty?"
"Not enough–ah!" You moan. "Can't cum."
You know you'd never admit this if you weren't drinking earlier or on the brink of an orgasm. But your words affect him more than he lets it show.
He's ruined you.
That means you haven't slept with anyone since he last saw you. And to top it off, you can't get yourself off without his help. A sense of pride fills his chest and only encourages him to go faster, pushing you over the edge.
Although, the same can't be said for him. The pride in his chest is pinched by a small twinging of guilt.
It's not something you really talk about with each other. You know it happens, but you choose not to acknowledge it. As much as it feels like it when you're together, you're not together. It's been nearly three years since your relationship, if you can even call it that, came to fruition.
But with him constantly busy and on the move, you've spent a small fraction of those three years in each other's presence. When he's not with you, he's performing and traveling the world. He catches the attention of plenty of other pretty girls who are more than willing to sign an NDA to spend the night with him.
He's just a man after all. And a famous one who constantly travels at that. He's got needs of his own and the means to fulfill them.
He's someone you trust. You know he'd never catch something and risk bringing it to you. He's too careful, has too much at stake with his career.
But those thoughts only cloud his mind, and for a brief moment at that. With you underneath him, writhing and gasping for air as you cum on his fingers, his attention is fully on you.
He pins your body on on the bed, adding more pressure as you grip his bicep. You nails dig into his skin, sure to leave marks. He doesn't mind though, not when you cry out his name and screw your eyes shut in pleasure.
Your hips move on their own, grinding against his fingers as you ride out your orgasm. "Shit, Shorty... that's it, yeah."
It takes a moment for you to come down. When you do, you blink your eyes open, loosening your grip on his bicep. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning against your neck. His fingers slip out of you slowly and you whine as the loss of touch.
His hard length presses against your thigh, making it very known how badly he needs you. You think about pushing him down on the bed and sucking him dry, but you'd much rather have him inside of you.
You press a hand on his chest gently, pointer finger lightly dragging on his skin. "Mmm, that was so good, Gyu."
"Yeah?" He lifts his head up.
You bite your lip seductively and nod softly. "Yeah... want you to fuck me now, though."
He licks his lips slowly. "Want it, or need it?"
"Need it, need it so fucking bad, Gyu" You pull at the material of his boxers. You're so needy. He can hear it in your voice and it's clear in your actions. He wants to give you everything and more.
He presses his hips down against you and you help him to pull of his boxers. You wrap your hand around his cock and start pumping him slowly. He lets out a breath of relief.
His cock is hard and heavy in your hand. It's pulsing and aching to be touched. He inhales sharply when you circle your thumb around the tip, smearing his precum around.
You love it when he's sensitive like this, so reactive. It reminds you that you have just as much of an effect on him as he does on you. You continue to pump him, and he reaches into the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a gold package.
You snatch the condom out of his hand. "I wanna do it."
He grins. "Okay, Shorty."
You tear open the packaging with your teeth.
"You know, you shouldn't do that," He warns you. "Could accidentally puncture a hole in it. Wouldn't want another pregnancy scare would we?"
You toss the gold wrapper onto the nightstand. "First of all, you use your teeth every time we do this. Second of all, you used your teeth to open the condom the time we had to scare." You remind him.
He smirks. "I learn from my mistakes, baby."
You ignore him, rolling the condom onto his length and laying on your back. He hovers over you again, stroking his cock a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.
When he enters you, the stretch is immaculate. You both breathe out, moaning as he bottoms out inside of you. He sinks further into you, deep into your warmth and you stretch to accommodate him perfectly.
"Fuck... Gyu," You moan out, wrapping your arms around his muscular back.
"Shorty... fuck me–" He groans. You breathe out, wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing your hips up into him. You move in perfect sync as his hips drive into yours. His neck nearly goes limp as his head dips down. "Yeah, Shorty–just like that–uh. Fuck, you're so hot, baby."
"Mingyu–" You moan out. "I missed you so much... so fucking much."
His hips snap back, his cock thrusting deep into you. "Missed you too, missed everything about you."
His thrusts slow down, but they don't stop. He taps the side of your thigh, silently telling you to unwrap your legs around around him. You oblige, and he lifts your legs up.
He drives his cock deeper into you, bringing your legs over his shoulders. You gasp out at the sudden stretch and wave of pleasure that hits you.
The pure force of his thrusts, how good he feels as the pain turns into pleasure into pleasure, the noises he makes – it's overwhelming in the best way possible. It's so much, but it's so good, you don’t want him to ever stop. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as your breath catches in your throat. You eyes fall shut as your face scrunches in pleasure before the sensation courses through through you and you can hardly take it. Your hands grip the sheets tightly.
"Fuck... pussy's so good," He groans. " 'S all mine."
"Hah-fuck," You cry out.
"Tell me it's mine, baby," He demands. "C'mon Shorty."
Your eyes fall shut and your breathe in through your nose as his cock pushes deeper into you. Your voice is broken and soft. "It's all yours–"
He thrusts into you particularly hard. "Say it again–louder."
"Fuck! It's all yours."
It's a lie, somewhat. Everything between you two is complicated, yet simple. But in moments like these, you don't focus on the small details or realities.
"That's what I fucking thought," He groans.
You whimper, pussy fluttering around him. A telltale sign that you're close to the edge. His pace doesn't falter, and he continues to fuck you as your orgasm courses through your body.
Your body spasms beneath him, writhing to escape the overwhelming pleasure. He doesn't let you though, pinning your body down as he continues to drive his cock deep inside of you.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck–uh!" You cry out. Tears are brimming the corners of your eyes.
Your pussy tightens around him, convulsing as you cum for the second time tonight. He watches as your face twists and contorts with pleasure, a sight that remains forever etched in his memory.
You're still coming down while he's fucking you, grunting and groaning with each thrust of his hips. There's sweat dripping down his body, causing his skin to glisten in the moonlight.
Your mind is hazy, still struggling to process all the pleasure you're body is enduring. You're growing overstimulated, but you can tell he's getting close.
His hips lose their rhythm, thrusts growing erratic and uncoordinated as your pussy milks him. He lets out a long groan, cursing out your name as he spills his load into the rubber.
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he sits up. He presses a kiss to your ankle before pulling out of you and allowing your feet to touch the bed.
His body is spent, and the soft look in your eyes relaxes him. It makes him feel blissful and at ease, it makes the sleepiness creep its way into his body.
You wrap your arms around his neck softly pulling his face toward yours. "All good?"
"Fuckin perfect," he sighs with a smile.
He's too close and too tempting not to kiss. So you do, softly pressing your lips against one another. The feeling in your heart is overwhelming. You don't know that he feels it too, two hearts moving rapidly yet somehow in perfect sync.
It's moments like these where there's a conundrum of things weighing heavily on your mind that you want to express or say out loud, but you don't. You know better than that, and so does he.
So a kiss will have to do. To speak the words that will remain unspoken and seal it closed. A silent way to express the thoughts that run through your brains and the emotions that are pouring out of your hearts.
So you kiss him, because that's all you can do for now. While he's still here, while he's still yours.
___
After you two clean up, you climb back into the bed. You face each other, laying on your sides.
His eyes are closed, but he's not fully encaptured by his slumber. He's halfway there though, pouting in his state of rest with a soft expression. He looks so peaceful, so cute. Such a contrast to the man who had your legs thrown over his shoulders only minutes prior.
You press your hand onto his hair, pushing it back ever so lightly as you admire his features. You see the smile tugging at his lips. "Go to sleep, Shorty."
His eyes don't open as he speaks to you.
"Sorry," You say sheepishly. I was just admiring."
"Cute, you can admire in the morning though. Go to sleep, baby."
You nod, although he can't see you, and exhale softly. You adjust the comforter and his eyes blink open slowly.
"I'll make you breakfast in the morning," he offers, pressing a kiss onto your forehead.
You hum, smiling to yourself. "lemme guess, cereal?"
A breathy laugh escapes his lips. "Alright, I'll take you out for breakfast, or we can order in if you can't walk."
You punch his shoulder playfully before burying your face against his chest. You fall asleep in his arms peacefully.
Warnings: kissing, cursing, drug use (marijuana), smoking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of oral (f.), squirting, slight breast play, reader has nipple piercings
Summary: A couple of honey packets, a freshly rolled blunt, and hours to kill, but can you keep up?
Word Count: 2.6k
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The Morning - The Weeknd
The smooth blade tears through the cardboard box in your hands. Vernon sits on the couch beside you, hunched over the tray as his hands skillfully roll the blunt.
You open the box, pulling out the black and gold packets. You stand to your feet, discarding the cardboard and leaving the packets on the table in front of you. You plop down on the couch with a small thud beside your boyfriend.
"Where did you even find out about that stuff?" Your boyfriend asks, eyes focused on rolling the blunt in his hands.
You shrug. "Somewhere online, TikTok I think."
He wipes his hands off, leaving the perfectly rolled blunt on the ashtray. He holds his hand out and you hand him one of the black and gold packages. He inspects it carefully.
"It tastes like regular honey?" He questions.
You shrug again. "Pretty sure. Just makes you super horny."
He digs into his pocket for a lighter and pulls you onto his lap.
"Ladies first,." He says.
You pick up the blunt, placing it between your glossed lips. He flicks the lighter, sparking the blunt, and watches you inhale.
His eyes scan over your face slowly. You exhale, blowing the smoke into his face with a grin. He smiles back at you, thoughts filling his mind about how beautiful you look in this moment, how beautiful you always look.
You take another hit and he tears open one of the honey packets. The sweet honey trickles down his throat and he licks his lips slowly. You take a couple more hits before handing him the blunt.
He places it between his lips, smoking through the perfectly rolled blunt. You tear open another packet, drinking the sweet gold. You climb off your boyfriend's lap, adjusting the speakers in the living room and connecting your phone.
You turn on one of your playlists before circling back to Vernon's lap. He hands you the blunt and you two take turns smoking through the entire thing.
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Vernon leans back into the plush couch. His eyes are half-lidded, limiting his vision to a near squint. His head tilts so he's looking at you.
"It's hittin?" He asks with a smirk.
Your teeth pull at your bottom lift softly and you nod. "Yeah," You say in just above a whisper.
"C'mere."
He pulls you back onto his lap. He doesn't even remember you climbing off of him. His tongue runs over his lips as he stares at you with hazy eyes.
Fuck, he's so hot.
You blink slowly, bringing your hands to his chest. You press your forehead against his and allow your eyes the fall shut. Wordlessly, you close the gap separating the two of you.
Your lips press against his softly. His hands circle your waist, holding you still on his lap. One of your hands comes up, cupping his cheek softly as the kiss intensifies.
It feels like there's a current flowing through your veins, electrifying your touches. You moan against his lips, tasting the sweetness of the honey on his tongue.
He's hardly touched you and you're throbbing. You can feel your panties dampening as the seconds pass and all he's done is kiss you. Luckily for you, he's enjoying this just as much as you are.
His hard cock pokes at your inner thigh. It twitches beneath the confines of his sweats, aching for more. His hands tug at your tank top.
You break the kiss for a moment, allowing him to pull your top off. You're not wearing anything else underneath, so your pierced tits sit pretty in front of him.
"Fuck..." He groans.
Your body feels hot. Your blood is overheating in your veins, rushing through your body. You feel lightheaded in the best way possible. Your entire body feels light like you're floating high up in the atmosphere.
He latches his mouth onto one of your tits. His warm tongue glides across the cold metal of your piercing, sending shivers through your body. You gasp at the initial contact, arching your back.
Such a simple act has never felt so good. Your core throbs with need, aching to be tended to properly. The sensation of his tongue gliding across your nipple drives you mad.
With a soft pop, he releases your hardened bud and moves on to the next. Your back arches again when his tongue glides across the cold piercing.
Your body grinds down on his very prominent bulge, creating friction to relieve the tension in your lower half. Fuck, it feels so good.
Even through the layer separating you two, you can already feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm. You can't remember the last time you've gotten this close this fast, and completely untouched? It's unheard of.
But everything around you feels like its intensity has been brought up by 100. Even through the layers, his cock brushes against your clit and you mewl, allowing soft cries of pleasure to evade your lips.
The music plays dimply in the background. The familiar sultry tune of a song by The Weeknd fills the room.
I'm fucking gone right now
I'm fucking gone right now
You suspect he must feel it too, because he stops and lifts you off his lips. He looks up at you with hazy eyes as his chest rises and falls. He's already breathless and panting from the sheer intensity of it all.
And when you break contact, you fucking whine. You never whine.
You're not the only one just barely holding onto your sanity. You see the wet patch on his sweatpants and feel your pussy throb again. Vernon feels like you're sucking all the life out of him and reviving him at the same time. He feels so much in this moment, his brain can't fully process anything but the pleasure and it's sending him into overdrive.
But he exhibits self-control nonetheless. After getting his hormones pumped up with that honey and high from the weed, he wasn't going to let his first orgasm be in his pants. He needs to experience it inside of you and it'll be so much more worth it. But not until he's had a taste/
From the mornin' to the evenin'
Complaints from the tenants
He lays you down on the couch, peeling off your sweatpants.
"Need to taste you," He breathes out.
He pulls off your damp panties, tossing them onto the floor as his body hovers over yours.
His mouth is practically watering. He can imagine the sweet taste of you on his tongue and it only makes his desire for you burn more. you pull at his shirt, bringing his face down to yours.
Your noses bump against one another.
Sky's gettin' cold, we're flying from the north
Rockin' with our city like a sold-out show
"Later," You groan. "I need you inside of me."
Your voice is soft, yet it's laced with pure unadulterated desperation. It's a kind of desire that burns in your chest and doesn't settle until it's fulfilled thoroughly.
It's not a want, but a need that your body craves. All your fuzzy mind can think about is him and the desire that courses through your body rampantly.
Fast life grippin'
Yeah, we still tippin'
He can't deny you, not when his cock is so hard and aching. It's practically tearing through the material of his sweats, twitching and pulsing against the fabric.
His hot bold pumps through his body, rushing toward his swollen cock. He needs you just as bad as you need him, he can have a taste later.
He nods, scrambling to pull off his shirt. You make it easier for him, pulling down his sweats and tossing them. His cock strains against his grey brief, wet stain even more prominent on the thinner layer.
Girls get timing
But behind closed doors, they get poles so rigid
You spread your legs for him, exposing your dripping wet pussy. His breath catches in his throat at the sight. He hardly touched you and you're already so wet.
More precum dribbles from the tip of his flushed cock. He can't take it anymore.
Cock in hand, he guides his length into you. The moment his tip brushes against you, he's a goner. The two of you shiver, moaning out in unison as his tip enters your walls.
It's electrifying and intense. He grips the plush couch above you, nails digging into the material to ground himself as he fills you up slowly.
He chokes on his breath, feeling the way your warmth envelopes him. He's suffocating, drowning in you and all your being. At this moment, he's not sure if it's the honey or the weed, or both, but the intensity and intimacy are almost unbearable in the way they consume both of you.
All that money, the money is the motive
All that money, the money she be foldin'
It's never felt this good before. You fear this is a high you'll be chasing for the rest of your life. The stretch of his cock is intense, it feels like he's splitting you open in the best way possible. When he slides in, you feel like you're above the clouds, as through he is stretching you out into a state of inexplicable bliss.
Your nails dig into the material of the couch next to you and you cry out when he fills you up properly. His tip nuzzles against the walls deep inside of you.
"Oh fuck," You whine.
Girl, put in work, girl girl put in work
The motion and intimacy of it all cause your brain to spin. It leaves you dizzy, overwhelmed by the chaotic emotions and sensations that somehow create a harmonious flow inside of you.
And when he bottoms out, it feels like he breathes life back into you. His hips snap back and he thrusts into you, knowing the air out of your lungs.
"Ah, shit," He moans.
You arch your back, letting out a sob that he forces out of your lungs.
Push it to the limit
Push it through the pain
Your entire being is filled with pure pleasure. Every motion build a sensation that courses through your entire body and satisfies something deep inside of you.
His nails dig deeper into the couch, nearly ruining the plush material. His arm hovers above you, muscles flexing as his body goes into overdrive at the addictive feeling of you.
I push it for the pleasure like a virgin to the game
He fits your legs up, placing them over his shoulder so he can drill into you deeper. Your lips can hardly form a coherent sound. You whine and cry out as he overwhelms you with pleasure.
Closer to the top
The higher that I climb
The harder imma drop
He drills into the spot deep inside of you that drives you mad. You're gushing around him, arousal coating his bare cock and dripping onto the couch. You could care less about the mess when he feels so good.
His cock is so sensitive, but he can't stop fucking you. He hasn't cum yet and your warmth is sucking him in so well. He fits you like a mold and he can feel the way your walls stretch round him. He can feel the way you gush and coat his cock with your arousal. He can feel everything and all he wants to do is bask in it.
His other hand slips between your thighs, gathering your wetness on the pads of his fingertip.
Shit I got them on straight bar hoppin'
To the music of the ambiance, get that shit poppin'
His thumb circles your clit in quick circles and your body shudders. You squirm beneath him, but the position he has you in makes it difficult for you to run.
His pace doesn't falter, fucking you thoroughly. He can't stop, pushing his cock into you over and over again, tip nudging against the deep patch that makes your legs shake.
Your eyes roll back into your head. "Ah-fuck ah. Vernon-uh!"
All that money, the money is the motive
All that money, the money she be foldin'
Girl put in work, girl, girl put in work
The jumble of emotions and sensations boil over inside of you. They're running rampant and pilling out and there's no way to suppress it. It overflows, tears spilling out of your eyes as you cry out to him.
Better slow down, she'll feel it in the morning
Ain't the kind of girl you'll be seein' in the mornin'
Too damn raw
It all builds and hits you instantly. It builds and erupts quicker than you can process. It all gathers in your lower tummy, pussy reaction to every sensation. You flutter around him, sucking him in deeper as he drills into you.
He fucks you through your orgasm, only pulling out momentarily when the rush of liquid flows out of you and covers his lower half. He's quick to fill you up again, ignoring the mess you've just made.
All that money, the money is the motive
All that money, the money she be foldin'
Girl put in work, girl, girl put in work
Your entire body spasms beneath him uncontrollably. He holds you in place, forcing you to lay there and take it, limiting your squirming. But it's so much, almost too much. Your body struggles to process everything that's happening. Your mind is hazy and your eyes roll deep into the back of your head.
It's the longest orgasm you've ever experienced. His hips don't let up, drawing out more from you until your body reaches exhaustion. Momentarily, you feel your consciousness slipping away. It’s a brief flicker, but you nearly find yourself passing out.
His hips roll steadily until his orgasm catches up to him. His body still craves for more, but the reaction catches up to him. "Oh fuck-fuck-fuck–fuuuuuck."
Much like yours, his orgasm is drawn out past experience. His hips move seemingly on their own, continuing to drill into you as he milks himself dry. His cock twitches as he empties himself into you.
The arm holding him up grows shaky and he struggles to support himself. His sweaty body falls on top of yours, chest rising as falling as he desperately draws air into his lungs.
Minutes go by before you two recover enough to move. He lifts himself onto his arms slowly, pulling out of you and sitting up on the couch. His cock is swollen and red, and still throbbing and hard. His cock aches for more, fighting against the exhaustion in his body and the haze in his mind.
Your body aches for more too, throbbing and tightening around nothing when he pulls out. You still feel the warmth in your blood, your body desperate for more despite its lack of recovery.
He looks at you with the same hazy look in his eyes. They're half-lidded, matching the desire in your pupils.
His body hovers over yours once again. He breathes deeply, licking his lips slowly. His cock twitches, pressing against your inner thigh. You blink at him slowly, half-lidded eyes sucking him in more.
Without wasting another second, his lips are on yours again. It's intoxicating, drawing you in deeper and deeper. You can't help yourselves, repeatedly laying it into one another into the hours of the night. In the kitchen, on the floor ,and on the balcony before finding ends meet in the bedroom.
Your desire for each other overpowers everything until you come down, sweaty bodies maxxing out from exhaustion in each other's arms.
HIIII! I have a request 🤭🤭 it's SVT ofc, I was wondering if you could do a SVT reaction/imagine where they do IT in water (pool/beach/shower)
If not, ignore this please!🙌🏼
Thank you bby🩷🥹 (also can I be anon with this emoji?🌷?)
(a/n: you absolutely can my love!!)
Where I think the SVT members like to do it underwater 🌊
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Seungchol: Shower, but specifically bathtub. Maybe you've had a stressful day and he draws a bath for you. But of course it doesn't stop there because now he's joining you in the tub. But it's definitely not stopping there because his hands start to wander and eventually you're grinding down on his cock in the tub when he was supposed to be making you feel better.
Joshua: Pool. You guys just bought a house together and he insisted on getting a house with the pool. You guys have a housewarming party in the summer but you're wearing a bathing suit. He's most definitely distracted the entire time and as soon as your guests leave, he's undoing the strings to your bikini top and telling you he wants you.
Jeonghan: Beach 100%. Specifically at night when there's no lifeguards or anyone outside for that matter. Starts as an innocent walk on the beach at night and then his hands are all over you. You're complaining that the water is too cold, but he's gonna be sure to warm you up.
Jun: Shower. Probably after you guys have already fucked but he's secretly still horny so he offers to help clean you up. Of course he's quick to get touchy and you can feel his length poking your ass from behind and you end up letting him bend you over as water drips down your body.
Hoshi: Pool. Has most definitely been hard since you put the damn bathing suit on. His eyes have been glued to you the entire day and he stayed in the pool until his skin started pruning because he didn't want you to see how hard he was. Eventually just pulls you in with him and fucks you because he can't take it anymore.
Wonwoo: Shower. Definitely somewhere intimate and private. Definitely makes good use of the shower head and makes you cum until you can't stand. You nearly slip on the wet floor, but he catches you and decides to call it a night.
Woozi: Beach. He got turned on when rubbing sunscreen on you. When you offered to return the favor, you immediately became aware of his arousal when you felt his cock poking at you. You rolled your eyes and told him he'd have to wait until you guys got back home.
DK: Also beach when you were rubbing sunscreen on him. However, you definitely were the one to initiate and let your hands linger on his body too much. He started whining about you teasing him too much.
Mingyu: Like the lake or something. He wanted to be different and take you camping in the middle of the woods with a lake. The second you stepped into the water in your little bikini, he was a goner. You were hardly in the water and his lips were on your neck and his fingers were slipping into the stringy bottoms of your bikini.
Minghao: Shower. You definitely come into the shower after him, purely innocent. But it doesn't take much for him, pretty soon he's kissing you and gripping your ass with wet hands.
Vernon: The pool but like specifically with the jacuzzi bubbles because he likes the way the bubbles feel. He's convinced himself the bubbles are gonna make being inside of you feel 10x better.
Seungkwan: Beach. You were playing volleyball, but he was distracted by your boobs the entire time. Every time you jumped, lifted your arms, or did anything really, he found himself staring. Definitely pulls you aside and tells you how bad he needs you.
Dino: Shower. Wants to be a cliche and put soap on your tits and see the way they press against the glass when he fucks you from behind. Also definitely wants to see how many positions you can do it in and almost convinces you to let him carry you while he fucks you in the shower.
hi thereeee ! hope ur doing okayyy 🖤 i just dropped by to say that your hoshi habit series is my absolute favorite, no matter how many times i've reread it 😭😭 i'm so inlove w them liek AAAAAKSDJSJSJJS (sorry if this is so random, i just want to tell you this cuz u are so amazingg !!!)
thank you so much omg!! this is actually so validating because habit is my favorite thing i've ever written. ngl i reread it all the time too but it's good to know it's not just me 😭 have a good day my love 🫶
exhusband!jeonghan who was extremely possessive and protective over you when you were together, but seemingly more than ever since you ended things
exhusband!jeonghan who is dreading this whole co-parenting thing because he can’t be with his two favorite girls anymore
exhusband!jeonghan whose knuckles turn white against the steering wheel when his daughter mentions ‘mommy’s new boyfriend’ after he picks her up from school one day
exhusband!jeonghan who loses sleep over the thoughts racing in his mind about you
exhusband!jeonghan who has so much love for you but for the life of him just cannot communicate
exhusband!jeonghan who struggles to concentrate and go about his regular life because of there mere thought that he's not only lost you, but you now belong to someone else who'll never love you the way he does
exhusband!jeonghan who shows up at your apartment one night after dropping your daughter off at his parents house for the weekend
exhusband!jeonghan who calls you baby despite your protests because it's muscle memory and you'll always be his baby
exhusband!jeonghan who smells so fucking good and familiar when he leaves little distance between you two
exhusband!jeonghan who is quick to question you about your ‘new boyfriend’
exhusband!jeonghan who doesn't really want to hear what you have to say and doesn’t give you a proper chance you answer because his lips are on yours before you can respond
exhusband!jeonghan who stops himself when he realizes this behavior is part of why you aren’t together anymore
exhusband!jeonghan who has you begging and aching for him touch seconds later and can’t help but give in
exhusband!jeonghan who knows your body inside and out and relieves all the tension in your body when he touches you
exhusband!jeonghan who manhandles you and bends you over the kitchen counter
exhusband!jeonghan who drops to his knees and pushes his head between your thighs
exhusband!jeonghan who has a tight grip on your shaky legs as he uses his tongue to show you how much he misses you
exhusband!jeonghan whose eyes are dark and lustful, burning with passion for you and only you as he stands to his feet
exhusband!jeonghan who teases you about how “your little boyfriend can’t be doing it right if you’re still this damn tight” when he slips his cock into you
exhusband!jeonghan who teases you at first, then suddenly thrusts his cock into you with force and speed, knocking the wind out of you
exhusband!jeonghan who fucks you dumb, making it hard for you to form a proper sentence
exhusband!jeonghan who chastises you for being “so fucking stupid to leave him” as he fucks you from behind
exhusband!jeonghan who cums inside of you with a loud groan, uncaring about the risks and possible consequences
exhusband!jeonghan who kisses you sloppily when you're coming down and have hardly caught your breath and holds you up as your legs shake
exhusband!jeonghan who tells you this is a reminder that you'll always be his as his fingers press against the ring you still have on your finger
newhusband!hoshi who really doesn't see how the honeymoon stage is just a stage, he's confident it's going to be like this for the rest of his life
newhusband!hoshi who knew he wanted to marry you from the very first date, he still remembers every detail of your appearance, your hair, the dress you wore, the color of your nails, etc.
newhusband!hoshi who called his mother after that date and told her all about you
newhusband!hoshi who still gets nervous around you, fumbling with his hands and feeling the beat of his heart in his chest pick up when you walk into a room
newhusband!hoshi who has so many hopes and aspirations for the life you're going to build together
newhusband!hoshi who rests his head on your lap when you're laying on the couch so you can play with his hair
newhusband!hoshi who cooks for you and handwashes the dishes with a smile on his face
newhusband!hoshi whose hands start sweating when he reads the little love notes you pack in his lunch when he's at work
newhusband!hoshi who wants to give you the world and so much more
newhusband!hoshi who begs you to ride his face and laps your wet cunt with his tongue desperately when you finally give in
newhusband!hoshi who holds you by your plush thighs and moans out loud when you sink down onto his face
newhusband!hoshi who always fucks you with love and passion in his every kiss and neediness and desperation in his every movement
newhusband!hoshi who is very vocal in bed, he's not shy whatsoever and wants you to know how good you make him feel
newhusband!hoshi who prefers to do all the work, but never opposes when you want to let him sit back and bounce on his cock until he can't take it anymore
newhusband!hoshi who jumps in to take over when you're tired, laying you down and pounding you without his pace faltering, fixated on pleasuring you as much as possible
newhusband!hoshi who accidentally makes you squirt and kisses your ankle when you hide your face in embarrassment
newhusband!hoshi who assures you that there's nothing to be embarrassed about and and confesses how much it actually turned him on
newhusband!hoshi who is completely and utterly consumed by the love he has for you
richhusband!joshua who buys you the biggest and most beautiful house in the neighborhood with a picket white fence and a pool
richhusband!joshua who instantly draws attention from the new nosy neighbors as he moves into your new home, carrying big heavy boxes while dripping in sweat
richhusband!joshua who simply hands you his black card, allowing you to splurge as you utilize your creative eye to decorate the interior of your new home
richhusband!joshua who shamelessly mows the lawn shirtless, continuing to catch the eye of the nosy neighbors
richhusband!joshua who laughs at the flirtatious comments made by the women in the neighborhood, but makes it very clear that his heart belongs to you and you only
richhusband!joshua who works hard to earn the money he makes, but always has time for you in his schedule
richhusband!joshua who lovesssss spoiling you and taking you shopping
richhusband!joshua who can't help but indulge, picking out clothes that he wants you to wear just so he can take them off (dresses, lingerie, etc.)
richhusband!joshua who is finally settled down and having thoughts of completing your family
richhusband!joshua who comes home after a long day at work with a burning desire inside of him
richhusband!joshua who wastes no time lifting you onto the brand new custom marble kitchen counter and disappearing between your thighs
richhusband!joshua who leaves you breathless and trembling, devouring your cunt and using his tongue to suck on your sensitive clit while his fingers ease your wet folds through 2 orgasms in record time
richhusband!joshua who bends you over the marble counter, biting down on your shoulder as he eases his hard cock into you
richhusband!joshua who whispers and moans against the shell of your ear with soft praises as he fucks you from behind
richhusband!joshua who plays with your clit while he fucks you, coaxing two more orgasms out of you before he pumps his load into you
richhusband!joshua who cums a lot, thoroughly filling you up
richhusband!joshua who plugs his fingers into your sensitive cunt immediately, just as insurance you'll end up pregnant in a few weeks time so you can really start building your family together
shybfwonwoo! who spends weeks planning a nice home cooked dinner just for you. he gets you flowers and prepares your favorite meal from scratch
shybfwonwoo! who can't get his hands to stop shaking when he finally asks you to move in with him when he gives you your dessert.
shybfwonwoo! who doesn't really show it, but is absolutely elated when you say yes
shybfwonwoo! who diligently helps you to move all your stuff into his apartment with no complaints, even though you have a lot of stuff
shybfwonwoo! who quickly grows comfortable with living with your and having you sleep in his bed every night and looks forward to waking up next to you every morning
shybfwonwoo! who enjoys the warmth of your body beside him when he's sleeping
shybfwonwoo! who wakes up in the middle of the night with a painful hard on, but is too shy to wake you up because he doesn't want to be an inconvenience
shybfwonwoo! lays on his side and slips his hand beneath the waistband of his boxers while you sleep next to him
shybfwonwoo! who has to suck on his own fingers to keep his moans down as thoughts of you flood his mind
shybfwonwoo! who's still loud enough to wake you with his moans and groans of pleasure
shybfwonwoo! who nearly cums all over himself when he realizes you've been watching and listening to him touch himself
shybfwonwoo! whose cheeks tint a deep red with embarrassment knowing he's been caught in a sinful act
shybfwonwoo! whose embarrassment is quickly eased when he feels your hand replace his own on his throbbing cock
shybfwonwoo! who melts when you tell him in a soft sultry voice that he's free to use you in his sleep or wake you up when he's horny now that you live together
shybfwonwoo! who returns the favor, telling you that you can do the same as he slips his hand in the waistband on your panties and circles your clit with his skillful fingers
shybfwonwoo! who slips two of his fingers into you, pumping them to stretch your tight cunt just for him
shybfwonwoo! who pulls you on top so you can ease all the tension in his body
shybfwonwoo! who can't help but moan out your name like a chant as you sink down onto his cock
shybfwonwoo! who struggles to maintain eye contact as you bounce on his cock.
shybfwonwoo! who plays with your clit while you ride him, relishing in the way you tighten around his cock with every movement of his fingers
shybfwonwoo! who stares at you in silence in complete adoration as you ride out your high on his cock, moaning out his name with your head tilted back
shybfwonwoo! who cums with a soft groan not long after, filling you up and mixing his cum with yours
shybfwonwoo! who continues to hold you in his arms, administering soft and loving touches to your exposed skin as you both come down from your highs
shybfwonwoo! who lets you cockwarm him through the night because he doesn't want to disturb the intimacy between you two
Summary: He can’t say it enough, so he’ll use his mouth in other ways
Word Count: 992
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(a/n: sum light 🗣️)
"Ugh...fuck–please don't stop,"
Your voice is breathy and weak. Your back meets the marble counter with a light force, providing support for your shaky legs.
The two of you hardly made it through the apartment door before Seokmin dropped to his knees and hiked up your dress. Your panties are pooled at your ankles He's had his mind on this all day, not that it's ever really a thought that escapes his mind.
Your hands grip his hair, tugging at the soft brown mane between your thighs. The diamond ring decorating your finger shines beautifully in the moonlight, reflecting slim beams even when buried in his hair. A string of moans escapes your glossed lips. Your hips move seemingly on their own, grinding down on his warm tongue.
He's suffocating in the best way possible. He could truly die a happy man right now. His fingers snake up your leg, gripping your inner thigh to hold you up.
You've been so stressed out lately with the wedding planning, he knows how badly you needed this. A night out with some drinks, and incredible head.
He detaches his lips, instantly replacing his mouth with his fingers. He doesn't pull away far, his nose still nudges against you sensitive clit. His digits disappear into your soaked cunt. He watches your face tighten in pleasure and your eyes screw shut. Your breathing grows heavy and your hips continue to grind down on his fingers and nose.
"Look at you," he grins. "So perfect, so needy."
His other hand travels toward his jeans. His cock is painfully hard, noticeably poking against the confines of his jeans. He doesn't indulge too much, palming himself lightly as his real focus remains on you.
Your head falls back when he attaches his lips to your clit. He sucks on your sensitive bud and his skillful fingers curl inside of your soaked cunt.
He thrusts his fingers into you and his digits are completely covered in your arousal. You taste so sweet on his tongue, he can't help but let out a moan against you.
The vibrations quickly travel through your body, causing goosebumps to arise on your arms and legs. "Don't stop," you pant. "Please... 'm so close."
It never takes long. The second his mouth travels below your belt, you know you're a goner. He's addicted to the way you taste and how you moan and writhe against him when his mouth is on you.
His fingers pick up pace and he sucks on your clit harsher. Your hand grips his hair harder, and the other holds onto the edge of the marble counter tightly.
Your high hits you before you can warn him again, but with how your moans grew more high-pitched and your thighs began trembling, he knew it was coming. Your eyes roll back and your hips jerk against his face as your body is overwhelmed with pleasure.
He fucks you through it, working his fingers into your cunt and refusing to allow a gap between his swollen lips and yours. You come down from your high, but the euphoric feeling doesn't settle.
The pleasure is never ending, it continues to build without stopping. If you weren't sensitive already, you definitely were now. Your head drops and you stare at your fiancé as he continues to devour you.
Oh fuck. He's not stopping. His grip on your thighs tightens, holding you in place as he continues to guide his tongue through your folds. "Oh my f– baby..."
He doesn't mean to overstimulate you. He's just got a bit of an.... oral fixation, especially when it comes to you. He can't help but fall deeper every second he's with you.
Every inch of his body and being is enthralled by you. He's got so much love to give you, and he's just gotta give it to you.
His fingers speed up again, curling at the perfect angle to press against the spot that drives you crazy. Your legs tremble with vigor, even in his tight grip. Your head falls back again and your back slumps against the counter as your eyelids falls shut.
The pleasure is a lot to handle, but it's so fucking good. It's overwhelmingly good and you never want it to stop. You can feel your arousal dripping down your inner thighs.
"Shit, I can't–ah!" You struggle to form a sentence. Your mind is overridden with pleasure and you can't think. The only thought flowing through your mind is moremoremoremoremore.
You tug at his hair and he groans in pleasure. His cock is throbbing and he can feel himself getting more and more turned on with each passing second.
His tongue circles your swollen clit and your second orgasm follows soon after. You cum even harder, mind going blank with pleasure and vision going blurry. A rush of fluid paints his face, clear evidence of your pleasure that will serve as a reminder for him.
He finally pulls away from your spent pussy. The tingling between your thighs doesn't stop, even as your vision clears up and you tune back in with your senses.
Your head tilts down, admiring your handsome husband-to-be. You blink away the tears prickling the corners of your eyes and admire the features of his face.
His head tilts back as you push some of his hair out of his face with your palm. His soft brown eyes meet yours. They're half-lidded, teeming with lust, admiration, and so much love.
He licks his lips slowly, relishing in your taste. You're still breathing heavily, chest rising and falling as your lungs expand. "Glad you finally decided to give me a break."
He stands to his feet, hovering over you in his full stature. His hands wrap around your hips and he lifts you up with ease. You wrap your legs around his torso and allow him to carry you toward the bedroom.
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