Setting Sun
Authors Note: a gift for @kpopgurl91
Summary: It’s too quiet inside when Jongin works late.
Pairing: Jongin x Reader (female)
Genre: fluff, smut
Rating: M
Warnings: explicit sex, explicit language, dirty talk, kinda voyeuristic?(they’re outside.).
Word Count: 2K
Dusk calls to you.
It’s the appeal of pinks and oranges swirling together as the nighttime sky takes over, slowly pushing a pastel purple across the sky and beyond the horizon making way for the stars to shine. It’s the way the world comes alive, city lights illuminated in the distance, stretching out for miles and miles beyond your touch. It’s the way the nightlife sings, the faint call of an owl echoing across the vastness, lightning bugs swaying low to the ground to compositions only they can hear.
Dusk in the summer is your favorite, the way the temperature drops and the sweltering heat of the day turns almost cool, painting your skin in a welcoming embrace. The faint summers’ night breeze flirts with the hem of your sundress, raising goosebumps in its wake.
Dusk is a distraction. With Jongin working later nights, the house is too quiet. The walls close in around you, turning your sanctuary into a cocoon. The baritone of Jongins’ voice doesn’t echo through the halls and the lack of his presence makes you feel like a guest in your own home.
Outside though, doesn’t hold Jongins’ likeness its prisoner. The rustling leaves coat your sense of smell in the scent of rain in the distance. The water splashing gently in your pool drowns out his laughter, the warm air an acceptable replacement for his body, wrapping you in a blanket of unknown familiarity until it lulls you to sleep.
Thunder rumbles overhead as Jongin pulls into the driveway. He knows from the lack of lights on in the house that you are either not home, or you are outside on the round day bed that he has found you on for the last three nights in a row. Your sneakers by the door tell him it’s the latter and he makes a trail of his suit jacket and tie as he makes his way outside, pausing at the large glass sliding door.
The amaranth pink dress is the one he bought you for your birthday last year and is undeniably his favorite piece of clothing to see you in. It’s tighter at the waist, following the curves of your body perfectly, skirt stopping just above your knees. The color brings out the natural blush on your cheeks, and Jongin finds himself utterly lost staring at you in it.
Except for lightning flashes across the sky, clouds threatening to spill their secrets and it’s a race against the rain to get you inside. “I’m going to move you, little one. It’s going to rain” Your skin is warm against his hands, thighs soft as he slides his arms under your body. “Mmm, let it. Lay with me.” Your voice is thick, sleep holding on to you as you wrap your arms around Jongins’ shoulders, pulling him closer to you.
“We’re going to get sick if we stay out here.” He says this as he lays you back down, letting his body hover over yours as he smiles down at you, full lips formed in a pout as you slowly wake up and stretch. The movement pulls your dress up higher, hem sitting at the top of your thighs. “I’ll take care of you if you get sick.”
“And who’s going to take care of you?” His voice is teasing as he leans down, peppering kisses across your forehead, nose, and cheeks.
“I’ll call Chanyeol’s fiancé.” You tease back, grinning brightly up at Jongin as he playfully glares down at you.
Thunder roars across the black ocean above you and Jongins response is drowned out as the rain falls. His body takes the majority of it, a shield for you and you alone. Water drips from his hair, pattering along your face as you stare up at him and it’s then your breath leaves you.
There are moments when you fall in love with Jongin all over again when the world stops and you are convinced that the sun lives inside his skin. Moments where there is nothing else, it’s just you and him floating through space and you swear at any moment your heart will become a supernova, an explosion of nothing but Jongin.
The first moment came on your third date, at the small pout that formed on his lips as you beat him to the punchline of his own joke. You went home that night, heart pounding so loud you swore your neighbors could hear. The second came the first night you slept together, his touch near divinity and you found yourself questioning the existence of God in his fingertips. As cliché as it could have been, you cried as you told him you found meaning in his heartbeat. You laughed through tears at the irony as he told you he found God in your breath.
The third moment came when you went house searching together. Your stipulation, close enough to the city to see the lights, but far enough away to see the stars. His was a three-bedroom. “Room for us and our children when we have them.” It was the first time that instead of assuming you’d spend forever with him, you imagined eternity. The fourth came after Chanyeol shared the news of his engagement, the house emptied of its guests, the two of you curled up on your sofa watching Men on A Mission. You knew he was distracted, grin not quite reaching his eyes, and when you questioned him about it, his response was soft, a confession of his impatience to share his name with you.
“What’s on your mind?” Jongins’ voice pulls you back to the present, eyes scanning yours.
“I want to drown in you.” Your voice is something serene to him, a tether keeping him grounded.
It’s not the first time your words have left Jongins’ mind to wander. There’s an elegance in the way you speak, syllables rolling off your tongue like a spell, like a song, like the way water follows the current, in a way he never could replicate. He calls you a poet, a lyricist, a reincarnation of Seshat, a Goddess of his own. You call him your muse.
Where you use words, Jongin uses lips, pressed against your own, casting his own spell over you as his tongue flicks against your top lip. He’s a mixture of tastes, rainwater and the spearmint of his favorite candy. He’s all hands, using the right to keep himself propped up above you, the left trailing down your body, rubbing small circles against your clit through your underwear.
Jongin swallows the gasp that slips past your lips, rolling his hips against yours. There’s something different in the way he touches you tonight, fingers and lips unhurried as if he’s relearning your body, relearning your soul.
The rain doesn’t let up as you roll the two of you over, straddling Jongins’ hips. Your hand goes through your hair, pushing it out of your face as you grin down at him, grinding your hips down against his. Jongins’ hands find purchase in your thighs, calloused fingers squeezing the subtle skin as his head goes back, hissing through his teeth as he arches his hips into yours.
“You could bring the world to its’ knees with that smile.”
“Lucky for you, there’s only one person I want on their knees.”
“Little one, I was made to be on my knees for you.” Something in his confession makes you melt, hips stalling in their pace long enough for Jongin to lean up and capture your lips with his. One hand is in your hair, the other making quick work of his pants, pulling his cock free as he leans back, pulling you down with him. He grips your hips tightly, rubbing himself against you through your panties, your whimpers creating goosebumps across his arms.
“I want you.”
“Take me, Nini. I’m yours.” That whisper. The warmth of your breath against his lips, your pulse beating against his palms. The rain seems to intensify your scent, vanilla swirling around his head, the sweetness rushing through his veins like a sugar rush. He squeezes your thighs as he darts his tongue across your bottom lip. “Ride me. I want to watch you.”
You’re quick to get your panties off, leaning back between his legs to pull them off your own before straddling him again, biting your lip as you roll your hips. You know by the way his fingers flex against your skin that he’s desperate for you, desperate from the high that he can only get from your body and you decide not to tease him.
Any backbone you had, disappears as you sink down on his cock. Your walls pulse around him, stretching with a pleasurable resistance to adjust to the thickness. You can feel him everywhere, coursing through your bloodstream as your hips meet again. The look of him under you is downright sinful, head tossed back, eyes closed, mouth parted. Drops of rain form small streams, sliding along his jaw and down his neck.
The rain has sewn your dress to your skin, so with slow teasing hands, you trail your nails down Jongins’ abdomen, smirking as his body jerks under you when you let them drag over his nipples, before lazily pulling the hem of your dress up as you roll your hips, moaning softly.
“Little one…move…please.” Jongin isn’t above begging, eyes glued on the spot that your bodies meet. You’re tight around his cock, twitching with almost every heartbeat. His gaze goes up your body, locking with yours before you move, bouncing up and down on his cock. He swears as he watches his cock disappear inside of you with every down bounce. “You’re so fucking tight. Always so fucking tight for me.”
“Jongin..”
“So fucking perfect. I could stay inside you for hours, inside your tight, pretty pussy.” He knows your soft points, knows the way you watch his mouth as he speaks. “The way you clench around me makes me throb, can you feel me? Can you feel the way you make me twitch? Can you feel this?” He sits up, gripping your hips tight as he rolls his hips up into yours. He knows where he’s at, watching as your eyes roll in the back of your head as his cock moves deeper.
“There..fuck, Nini there.” His breath is hot against your neck as he buries his face, thrusting into you. Your nails dig into his shoulders, holding onto him as if you’ll float away. The way he moves against you makes you wonder if he was a dancer in his past life, hips following the body as he rolls against you. His mouth is on yours, tongues swirling together almost leisurely, a contrast to your bodies, rushing off together into your own personal oblivion.
In the back of your mind, you understand exactly what he meant when he told you he found God in your breath, his exhales fueling your inhales, breaths, bodies, and hearts all moving as one.
There’s no warning before you come, body trembling as your walls tighten around Jongin, his name leaving your lips in a whimper. He lays you back, one hand under your knee, the other lacing your fingers together. You can hear him swear through your pulse pounding in your ears, can feel the way his thrusts stutter at the friction. They turn sporadic as he nears his own finish, pulling out and spilling himself on your stomach before falling to the space beside you, pulling you tight against him.
The two of you lay like this for some time, the rain subsiding to a sprinkle before stopping altogether. The air is cold against your skin and you know from his occasional shivers, Jongin is cold too.
“Nini, we’re gonna get sick out here.”
“It’s fine. I’ll take care of you.” His breath is warm against your shoulder as he tightens his grip on you, throwing a leg over your own, keeping you pinned.
“And who’s going to take care of you?” You grin at his answer, poking his side as he moves, standing up and offering you his hand.
“I’ll just call Chanyeol’s fiancé.”
