A/N: AFAB reader cries during sex because she loves Dongwoo too much. That's it that's the fic, and it's not self-indulgent at all hahaha what do you mean
The room was encased in comfortable darkness. The only light source a warm-colored lamp on the nightstand that bathed its surroundings in liquid warmth, and the only sounds stemmed from the wet smacks of your kissing and the low moans you both sighed into each other's mouths.
Not that interested in chasing highs at the moment, you'd been slowly riding Dongwoo for the last 10 minutes, basking in the delicious fullness of having him throbbing so deep inside that you could nearly feel him in your stomach. You rolled your hips lazily, waves subtle enough to allow you to still kiss him, just as languidly as you moved.
The heat emanating from his body was intoxicating. Deep down, you wished you could melt into him, drip down his torso, to become the very layer of sweat covering his chest. Whether you'd be spread across his body or absorbed into his skin, you didn't care, as long as you could be fully taken by him, into him.
You loved Dongwoo like you'd never loved anyone or anything else before.
You whimpered quietly when he suddenly licked into your mouth, the wet slide of his hot tongue making you dizzy.
Despite his breathtaking ministrations in your mouth, Dongwoo was nearly limp under you, immersed in a blissful state where all he could feel were your soft lips on his and the velvety tightness of your walls clenching around his hard length. His large hands rested tenderly on your hips, his warm grip serving as a grounding point lest you ascend into a higher plane.
You could only remember half of how you'd gotten there. Dongwoo had gotten home after being at the studio for a few hours, and you’d been missing him like crazy, as if you hadn't seen him in a week. As soon as he’d arrived, you all but jolted from your seat on the couch. The process of getting to the bedroom and undressing was a blur. But the memory of finally sinking into him had been tattoed on your mind.
You pulled away from the kiss to gasp for air, only to have your breath stolen again. Dongwoo went for your neck almost immediately, licking a slow, wide stripe from the base of your neck to the spot under your ear. You gasped, and clawed into the skin of his back.
“Ah…! Dongwoo...”
And that's how you flipped the switch. Upon hearing his name, his hands instantly slid up to your waist, and tightened, locking you in place.
“Again,” he exhaled hotly against your skin.
Before you could even think, he dug his heels on the mattress and thrusted up into you.
“Hah… D—Dongwoo!”
Another thrust.
“Ahh! Dongwoo, please...!”
Your head was spinning. Not only from the pleasure, but mostly from the source of it. A string of whimpered pleas flowed out your mouth, your head lolling forward to rest heavily on his shoulder.
You barely knew what you were begging for, but it felt right to do so. Only he could give you what you wanted.
Dongwoo's arms rounded your torso, and as he pulled you flush against him, his body heat swallowed yours, and a dizzying shiver ran across your skin. He kept mouthing lazily at your neck, constrained groans escaping his lips, but then...
You noticed his heartbeat. Rapid, erratic, thunderous enough that you could feel it on your own chest. The closeness allowed you to inhale what was left of his cologne mixed with the smell of his sweat, a scent in equal parts warm, musky, and sweet. And most importantly, his. He was yours. Everything that he was, belonged to you.
Your eyes welled up with tears.
Never in your life had you thought you'd be holding back tears from such overwhelming affection.
Dongwoo rolled his hips up, moaning lowly, his thick base rubbing on your clit continuously, deliciously. Your nails, once again, ran sharp across his back, and the first tear rolled down your cheek.
He paused for a moment and sighed shakily, as if he was practicing restraint, delaying the end of it. Only then did he move away from your neck.
His gaze, hungry yet adoring, found yours, hazy and glistening with tears.
His eyebrows immediately furrowed as he searched your face.
“Hey… what's wrong?” One of his hands came to your face, his thumb carefully wiping away the drops. "What's wrong, angel?"
You winced, the impossibly loving tone in his voice, the tone he only ever used with you, was making your heart swell almost painfully. You shook your head slightly.
“I… I love you,” you smiled weakly through your tears, "I just... I love you, so much," a sob broke through your speech as more tears slid down your flushed cheeks.
Dongwoo's expression softened even more, and he seemed to nearly melt, both from affection and relief. He huffed out a small laugh, his eyes crinkling into beautiful crescents. You loved him so much you could die.
“Angel… I love you too,” you noticed a gleam in his eyes, his voice thick with emotion, “God, I love you so much, baby..."
You rested your forehead against his, both of you carrying weak little smiles, your chest so tight you barely knew what to do. Part of you wanted to give in to some sort of shame, for loving him so much, out loud. But seeing the way Dongwoo welcomed your feelings, every day, as raw as they were, and embraced every aspect of who you were, so easily, so naturally, like it was his favorite thing to do. You couldn't possibly feel embarrassed.
He made loving you seem like the simplest thing. And he gave, he gave so selflessly. His time, his energy, his attention, entire parts of his own life to you, shamelessly, wearing his heart on his sleeve but only where you could see it and hiding it away whenever anyone else tried to access his innermost layers.
Damn it, crying really was the only possible response.
Dongwoo kissed you softly, tenderly, even more now as you were so vulnerable, not at all concerned with the salty taste invading both your mouths. He pulled away slowly, letting you decide whether you'd chase his lips back or not.
He watched your reactions attentively, ready to hold you if you crumbled. You wiped your face, releasing a deep and tremulous sigh. You were okay. He took that as a sign that he could at least move, which he did, simply scooting up a bit against the headboard to better adjust both your bodies on the mattress.
You squirmed a little on his lap despite yourself, the delayed climax starting to bother you now.
“Did that feel good? Hm?” He asked quietly, kissing at the salty streams on your face, tasting them. You nodded timidly.
“Come here, hold on to me,” he carefully positioned your hands to hook onto his shoulders, at the base of his neck, and slowly pulled you up from his lap, just enough to have you hovering slightly above him, his tip still inside you. You sniffed quietly, watching curiously as he repositioned his legs behind you to give him enough leverage.
“Look at me," he whispered, and your eyes obediently locked onto his, “I love you."
He then drove his hips up, once, twice, sliding in and out of you, wave after wave of pure dopamine spreading through your brain. His hands held you securely in place so you wouldn't move, so you would let him do all the work.
“Mmh—Ah! I love you… more…!” you responded, to the best of your ability as your breath hitched.
The muscles in his abdomen tensed and rippled with each thrust, but you couldn't admire for long as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Dongwoo knew exactly how to move, his ability to overwhelm you with pleasure if he so desired drove you insane.
He watched proudly as your head fell back, your eyes closed in bliss, and a dragged out moan dripped from your lips. His own eyes rolled on their own account, but he made sure his motions never ceased.
Your eyebrows furrowed, fresh new tears starting to sprout from your eyes. It felt so good, Dongwoo felt so good you were literally crying from it.
You moaned his name, again and again, like a mantra, and each call spurred him on to grind into you harder, faster. The breathy little moans coming out of him sent your head reeling, he even sounded good.
You made an effort to focus your blurry gaze, you needed to see him, to watch him cum. You loved the way his mouth fell open and his brow wrinkled, sometimes he'd even bite at his bottom lip to try and hold back a loud sound. You wished you could get his climax face framed and hung on the bedroom wall.
The slick slide of him was driving you to the edge, your thighs trembled under you, forecasting your high, but you still watched him. You whined his name one last time, and that did it for him.
Dongwoo's hips stuttered as he came, moaning the loudest he had that night. And that did it for you.
The overwhelming pressure in your core snapped and you came hard enough to see stars, your moans sounding a lot more like sobs than anything else. You would've tipped all the way backwards from it had he not been holding you steady. You were putty in his hands.
He pulled you towards his heaving chest and that's where you landed.
Home.
His heart hammered against your ear, his pulse matching yours, beautifully, and your arms melted around the sides of him. Out of pure instinct, you nuzzled his chest, taking in as much of him as you could, tenderly rubbing your damp cheeks on his skin, once again wanting to meld your bodies together.
You felt him shake under you when he laughed. Breathily, but he laughed.
“Hmm… What a pretty little kitten,” he teased breathlessly, although there was no bite behind it. He sounded enamored if nothing else. Your arms forcefully snaked around his broad back, your lips forming a pout he couldn't see. He encased you in his arms as well.
“You smell good…” you mumbled, your eyes shutting on their own.
He rested his nose on the top of your head, taking in your scent, and hummed in agreement.
“You smell good too. Like blueberries. You look good," he began running his fingers up and down your back, “You taste good… you feel good..."
Only then did your mind come back to the fact he was still inside you, softening. You wanted to warm him for a while still. You wouldn't ask, but you wanted to. A pesky blush took over your cheeks.
That's when you looked up at him, your eyes wide and still glimmering with leftover tears. He looked back at you with a fondness so deep, you would've given him your soul if he asked. You touched his face, caressing the features you adored so much. A moment passed, your gazes speaking to one another in meaningful silence. His smile faltered for a second.
“You scared me," he whispered. One of his thumbs ran across your forehead, his eyes scanning your face, searching for a sign. He wanted to make sure you were okay, you knew he did. You leaned into his touch.
“I'm sorry. It was just...” your voice wavered, and you took the chance to slide your hands back to his front, resting them on his pecs. “It felt so good. You felt so good, I was just overwhelmed...with…”
“With how much you liked it?"
“With how much I love you."
Dongwoo seemed taken aback for a split second. He huffed out a small laugh, in... Disbelief? Amusement? You tilted your head, letting him know you hadn't quite understood.
“You know, I've never heard this before… never had this before.”
Your head remained tilted. You blinked once.
“I'm still getting used to the amount of love you have for me. It's... A lot, isn't it?”
You smiled. “It’s too much, Woonie. You can't even imagine it. It's more than I can take myself,” with each sentence, you gravitated closer and closer to his lips, until you captured them, driving your point home.
He sighed against your lips, a smile making its way through, but you insisted on kissing him, even though you began to smile yourself, until he murmured, voice low, gravely. And smitten.
