Something to do with monsta x + touching? I trust you with whatever.
insp; 🖤
Hyunwoo’s dark eyes kiss the beautiful edges of your lower stomach, and you burn with exposure and sudden self-consciousness. He feels so hard and looks so handsome lying beneath the press of your bare thighs, and your heart aches with the worry that he’ll suddenly find you unattractive, that the reality of the morning light will burn away the illusions of the darkness.
Want me, you press with the tiniest pleading tighten of your muscles against his hips. Your toes curl in inexplicable apprehension, need me, again.
You exhale softly, a little shy and a lot awkward as you wrap the messy and sunlight softened sheets around your fingers and pull them up over your naked body. He glances up at your face, gaze lingering on your frown, and the slightest twitch of frustration tugs the edge of his lips.
“Don’t do that.” he whispers, tugging the sheet until your knuckles are bouncing off the heavy gold chain dripping his chest and your nails are sinking his skin like he wants you to claim him. “Let me look at you.” his nails drag your knees, and you jolt. “Let me enjoy you.”
Your muscles tighten at his words, heart thudding as he spreads his palms across the dawn brushed canvas of your thighs, sliding their wide touch along the rose-kissed length of you. His eyes deepen with raw adoration, and you feel his breaths and body quicken beneath where your fingers clutch his chain tight. With every inch of his shameless exploration, you feel hotter, sexier, badder, until you’re almost ready to rip the sun soaked sheet from between your bodies, grip him between your fingers, and make him yours.
“God…” he breathes, like he can feel your thoughts beneath his fingertips. “You’re so sexy, like a fucking wet-dream.”
Tentative, you pull the long chain over his neck, dragging it over the golden hued shine of his finger fucked hair to slide the cool edge of it along his neck and chest and across the rippled muscles of his stomach. You let it swing between your legs, and his fingers push your thighs together over his body so his two thumbs can press it against your core.
You whimper; want me, need me.
“Put it on, then.” he says, low and lust lost. “And I’ll show you how beautiful you are.”
