Puppy Love˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
18+ minors dni
pairing: '08 era kang daesung x reader
tags: smut, sub!daesung (mostly), dom!reader, switch, p in v, oral (male! and fem!receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, some fluff
summary: Daesung was your highschool sweetheart long before the fame. But now, with his career pulling him in every direction, stolen moments are all you’re left with. No matter how late his schedules run, he always finds his way to your college dorm, quietly craving the comfort only you seem to give. Neither of you has ever crossed that line before, but each time he comes over at a midnight like this, it gets harder not to.
a/n: Family Outing era Daesung so they're both 19:*
You and your boyfriend sat on the bed of your dim-lit dormitory, having late night talks while soft music played on the radio. It was quarter to 12 and Daesung should be at home using the time to rest, but he came over to your place just to talk about how both your days went, just like how he does every night.
You've been dating since high school. After you graduated, you went to college while he debuted.
If you were busy and stressed in college, it was nothing compared to how Daesung was doing. You feel bad that he feels the need to sacrifice his rest to see you, but it's almost the only way you two ever see each other anymore. Of course he'd do anything for you, you're his first love after all.
Even though you've been dating since you were teenagers, and though he sits on the edge of your bed every night after long and tiring days while still being madly in love with you, nothing has ever happened between you two—nothing intimate or physical.
He was still wearing the same clothes he wore from the shooting while you were already in your sleepwear.
"They told us to improvise like that helps at all," his eyes were curving into thin lines as he laugh. "but I handled it okay... eventually."
"Right, eventually. I can imagine your face going red," you laugh at him.
Your long hair draped over your bare shoulders as your body leaned forward laughing, Daesung couldn't help but notice. The distance between where the two of you sat felt suffocating for him. He saw you as a conservative type, much like your family whom he had met on few occasions. He yearns to touch those bare shoulders of yours, he could only dream about it.
The laughs died down and there was a short silence after that, "Look at the time," Daesung sighs, his voice sounding defeated, "I guess I'll see you again tomorrow?"
"No, wait," you stopped him in his tracks as he was preparing to stand up. Actually, you had no reason to stop him from leaving. You just didn't want him to.
"Uhm... don't you want to stay for a bit longer?" you asked. Your intentions were not clear but suddenly Daesung got nervous. You did, too.
"Yeah, sure." he answered quietly as he shifted back to his seat and fiddled on the wrinkled duvet beneath him. You mirrored his actions, fiddling with your socks on your criss-crossed legs.
Daesung doesn't know, but you were also thinking about it. You thought about it ever since the two of you got together in high school.
You wanted him, too—long before he was a trainee, and even more now. You would see him on TV and think he's cool doing the things he do best, and girls go crazy over him. He'd always been into working out, but you notice he's getting even more in shape lately, must be because he danced a lot more. It's evident on the tight white shirt he's wearing now. His broad shoulders and small waist—you haven't seen him for an entire week since he went away for his variety show and the muscles on his arms are even more toned than before. His skin had tanned even more which you think suits him perfectly.
He looks up at you and see that you were already staring at him. He doesn't know what to do or where to look. The way you were eyeing him, why else would you ask him to stay for a bit longer at this hour?
You get on your knees and crawl towards him, lessening the gap and sitting very close to him now. "Tell me more stories."
He tried to answer naturally, "What do you want to know?"
"About your concerts."
"Which part?" his heart was racing now as your hand went to his hair, playing with it. He's scared his blood will rush to his face and you'll see him turning red, but even more scared if blood rushes to that other part of his body.
"The part where girls fawn over you. Asking for your number backstage and all."
"I don't look at them. They only care about Jiyong and Seunghyun... not that I'd want them to care about me." he chose his words very carefully.
"You sure you don't want them looking at you?" With your hand all tangled up in his hair, you stare directly in his eyes searching for signs of wavering, but he stares back with eagerness.
"They're not really you so..."
There was that silence again. You get back on your knees, slightly straddling him now.
"You're always away filming for your show. I'm starting to miss you a lot." you took one of his hands and played it with your own.
"But we'd talk over the phone," he forces a chuckle, but his smile slowly disappeared as you leisurely brought his hand underneath your shirt.
"Phone calls won't do when I'm missing you like this." You nervously bite your lip. You drag his fingers across your stomach, slowly bringing them up.
Daesung's blood was definitely rushing to that body part now. This is the first time he's seen you like this, touched you like this.
As you guided his hand to your chest, he absentmindedly grabbed your boob.
You just stare into each other's eyes as he massages it. Your breath gets shorter and shorter as your boyfriend knead on your chest.
He watched the outline of his hand moving under the thin fabric of your shirt. He can't believe this is really happening.
He looks back up at you. "It's soft," words slipped from his lips as he stared at you with the most innocent eyes.
You shove your lips on his, pressing a long, soft kiss, testing the waters, before slowly pulling back with a string of saliva connecting your lips.
You look him in the eye, searching for response, when there was an evident shift in Daesung's stare that was no longer innocent.
He kisses you back hungrily, grabbing your waist with his free hand. Now you're fully straddling him.
All the tension and wanting you've pent up through the years exploded in the kiss, holding and grabbing each other impatiently.
"I missed you. You have no idea." You say in between kisses, "I'd look at photos of you when you're away... and imagine your hands in place of mine while I touch myself..."
He was surprised but turned on. He's too embarrassed to admit he does the same thing. The tension building up to this point plus your confession left him rock hard, you can feel his mound rubbing beneath you.
He got the confidence to pull your shirt over your head.
With mouth agape, he shamelessly stared at your bare chest. They looked just like the ones from the magazines but even better, he thought. His hand went back to grab your boob while his mouth followed suit.
His mouth sucked on your nipple while he played with the other in between his fingers. You throw your head back from the foreign sensation, your hand on the back of his head pressing him further. Your hips unintentionally started grinding on his, wanting and needing more.
His mouth traveled to your neck. The roughness of his jeans felt perfect for your thin silk shorts. You feel your panties getting more soaked with each movement. Daesung was already feeling an ache under his pants, wanting to be released. His hands gripped your hips, like he was scared of what could develop next.
"You sure you wanna do this?"
You nod frantically, irritated from the lost of friction. Without second thought, he lays your back on the bed.
You immediately slide your shorts off. He knelt in between your legs as he stripped off his shirt, the lamp from your bedside was the only light illuminating his lean figure.
Your hands silently make their way inside your panties, touching yourself, as you watch him undo his pants. You only got a glimpse of the outline of his member from his boxers, the size making you nervous and excited, before he went down to press soft kisses all over your body. His kisses traveled down, pausing when his face was very close to your mound, you can basically feel his heavy breaths as he admire your hand moving under the baby blue fabric.
He kisses your inner thighs, then your clothed hand. You watch him in awe, slowly removing your hand away, so now he's pressing kisses on your core.
You gasped, fisting on the pillow above your head for dear life.
His soft kisses turned hungry, slipping your panties off before quickly attaching his lips back. He eats you out, like an amateur, but it felt really good. You wonder why you haven't done this before.
He slides a finger across your folds then inserts it. He lets you get accustomed to it before he inserts another. Daesung knows well to stretch you first. You were already a mess.
His boxers were getting tighter by the second, it hurts. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore and gets back on his knees.
The sight of you, bare and dazed underneath him—it made him so weak.
His and your eyes shared a silent understanding that you both want to continue, so he pulls down his boxers. His member slapped on his stomach. He pumped it in his hand as he hurriedly rummaged for a condom in his pants.
You gathered your remaining strength to sit up, grasping on his hand, "Shouldn't I suck you first?"
Daesung stares at you in disbelief. You snake your hands to where your boyfriend's were. He used to imagine this exact moment, the thought of it would keep him up at night.
Big brown eyes stare up at him as he slowly remove his hand to let you take control. Taking a bead of precum from his tip with your thumb, you spread it down his length, gently caressing it. You'd be lying if you say you weren't scared. You didn't know he would be this big, you wonder how it's all gonna fit inside you.
That didn't get him wet enough so you put his entire shaft in your mouth as much as you could, then pulled back. "Ohh, fuck." Daesung whimpered.
You started pegging him slow with the wetness of your saliva. One hand went to his lean abs, then slowly pushed him to lie down the bed so now you're above him again.
Daesung was a mess, failing to suppress the groans and whimpers that come out his lips as you lick the bottom of his shaft from down up. You did him the way you learned from the perverted DVDs Daesung doesn't know about, hidden under your bed.
His hand gently gripped your hair, "Fuck... baby, not too tight."
His eyes were tight shut while you relish upon sucking him. So this is what it's like. You were growing obsessed with his taste, his size, the feeling of his dick against your tongue and the walls of your mouth. This was pleasure to you, too.
You comply with the little things he asks you to do. You want to make your boyfriend feel good, as much as he made you feel good the past minute.
Moments later, he was bucking his hips up, slightly pulling your hair to stop you, "Baby, I might cum."
You lift your head up to see his face so red. You grab his pants from the floor and searched for a condom again.
"Where do you keep it?" You look in his pockets.
He was quiet for a while. "I didn't bring any."
You turned to him, dropping his pants to the floor and slowly climbing back on top of him. With a slightly suggestive tone, "Well, how do you want us to do it, then?"
It's all too overwhelming for Daesung. Only minutes ago, you were just talking, and you were still the same modest girl he’d been seeing since highschool. Nothing had really changed, but he just found this situation a bit explicit for your image, you looked like one of those magazine girls he'd mindlessly ogle to kill time.
A bit explicit is an understatement when you're sounding like you want to do it without protection and waiting for him to say it first.
"I do keep one in my pocket when I come here." He says shyly, "It's just I wore different pants today and forgot."
You giggle at him sheepishly. Even though it incredibly turns him on, he can't have you do it without protection on your first time. He wrapped his hand around your wrists on top of his chest, "We don't have to do it now. We can always do it next time when it's safe." It pains him to say this but he meant it.
You kissed his lips, and you would've peppered his face with even more if you weren't already so needy. You reached out to the drawer on your bedside, picking out a condom.
Daesung was amazed seeing what you were holding in your hand, ripping it open with your teeth. He never would've imagined you would keep something like that in your room.
He helped you put it on him. You attach your lips on his again, "I love you."
You share an intimate kiss before you slowly sank down on him with his hands on your hips guiding you. You bury your face on the crook of his neck in pain. "I love you, too... fuck, I love you so much" Daesung grunts.
He rubs your back and kisses your shoulder if it helps you get through the pain. You feel the stretch even if he didn't go all the way in.
Daesung is in pain, too. If you stay like this, he thinks he could cum before you even start moving. "Baby, I need to move."
You turn your head to look at his needy face and nods, giving him the permission he needs. He thrusts upward slow and careful. Moments later, after few gentle thrusts and your boyfriend's erotic groans, pleasure dominated pain. Your hips started moving. You kiss his neck down to his chest before holding yourself up, hands propped on his stomach as you pick up your pace.
He throw his head back on the pillow as he let you take over, savoring the way you felt, watching you please yourself on top of him. His mind is dazed and his eyes wander around your room—dim light, the subtle lewd posters and drawings, displayed CDs of his group, study materials laid on the desk, used bras hanging on the back of your door—then his eyes landed back at you, eyes shut and biting your lips. He thought about how everything in this room is perfectly you, and how perfect you are for him.
He's wishing the sensation would last, but he already feel himself getting closer. He notices your movements getting slower and your thighs getting weaker, so he holds you and carefully switches your position.
"Keep going." You felt like your bodies were melting together. This is the first time you've ever been this close. With him inside you, you felt being owned by him, and him owned by you. You'll permanently own something of each other from now on.
He let out struggled groans and couldn't help but thrust deeper before he finally snapped, "I'm gonna cum..."
Bruises would surely appear on your thighs and hips tomorrow from how hard Daesung was gripping on them. "Baby, you feel so good," moans embarrassingly roll out his tongue as he rides out his high and you wish you could feel his warmth inside you, but you still haven't cum yet.
"Dae, just a little bit more..." you embrace him as you feel yourself getting near, too.
Daesung had kept his pace but he's starting to get overstimulated. You bite on his shoulder as you unraveled.
A knot unwound in your lower stomach and ribbons and silk softly slipped outside of you. Your cries were like music to his ears.
Lewded wet sounds filled the room with every thrust Daesung makes on your spend.
He collapses on top of you, panting. There was a comfortable silence as you both just lie there.
Moments passed, the hot and sticky feeling was getting to you so Daesung shifts to pull out. He pulls out with a grunt, throwing the used condom somewhere on the floor, and you felt empty without him inside you, like him being there was always normal and that's how it was always supposed to be.
You both stare at the ceiling, vulnerable, spent, and still a bit unable process what happened. You turn to him and reach to play with his hair, "You should stay the night."
Daesung gently moves your head so you could use his arm as a pillow. "I will, but I might be gone before you wake up."
"Early schedule?" You can't hide the sadness in your voice.
He holds your hand on his hair, caressing it with his thumb, before placing it on top of his chest, "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."
"I know how you can make it up to me." A smile crept unto your face. Your eyes were already closing, unable to fight the drowsiness and Daesung laughs at the state of you.
He pulls you in for a kiss, "You're amazing."
"We should do this more often," you managed to mutter before unknowingly falling into sleep.
Daesung smiles down at you. He got to see a different side of you tonight. A side that's electrifying and naked. Not even minutes after you dozed off, sleep got the best of him, too.
You don't even have to worry about not seeing him the next morning. After what you gave him tonight, no matter how tired he gets from work, you're sure he'll come running back to your dorm room same time tomorrow.
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