You're pathetically twirling your noodles as you look at Mingyu, feigning disinterest in hopes he can't see right through you.
He's splayed beside you in bed, those stunning eyes glinting up at you from where his head sits on your chest. His hand sits teasingly along the hem of your shirt, the warmth and size putting your poor heart through laps around your chest.
Take out boxes are strewn all over your plaid sheets: a lone crab rangoon, a pair of postickers, and fried rice already frustratingly escaping into the bed. You pick at the defecting grains to toss back in to the box, waiting for him to speak.
“Let me see them,” he laughs, flinging first the tv remote and then the duvet back behind him. You pair your rolling eyes with a smile as you lift up your shirt.
“This might be the best Friday night tradition we have,” you inform him around a bite of orange chicken.
"Who goes out on a Friday these days anyway?" He cheekily responds, obscenely licking at your clavicle just to get a reaction out of you. It works, and you wiggle further into his waiting arms.
You've chosen to watch a corny action movie; he's chosen to watch how stunning your tits look in the powder blue bra you've revealed to him. You can't wait for him to shimmy down your shorts so he can see you have the panties to complete the set.
This is the tradition: he buys the two of you takeout, you watch whatever was just released for streaming, and he gets to eat you out. How it started, you can never quite remember. But you're not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He lets out a quiet groan of satisfaction, more for himself than for you. His hands grab and pull at your hips greedily, taking in the flesh languidly. He pushes your thighs apart and settles his hips between them so he can get into a proper position to pinch your nipples.
He always knows exactly how to wind you up, obscenely groping you in a way that makes you drool. His long fingers gripping and pulling and pinching at the swell of you. His warm tongue following to soothe the reddened skin.
You watch as he peels his leg up, the imprint of his buckle leaving its signature along the inside of your thigh. Why does he still have clothes on….?
"Your biceps look so amazing wrapped around me," you whine, watching as they swell and contract. You feel mesmerized by how he shifts your hips further down the bed so he can better stick his tongue between your legs.
“Mingyu-“ whatever praises are about to leave you fall off when his lips wrap around your clit and suck. He spreads you open to sloppily kiss at your clit and cunt, warming you up before he sticks his tongue inside you. Wow.
He alternates between flicks and drags, fingers spreading you open so he can keep his attention focused in on your clit. The pleasant sting of his scalp as you pull at his hair tells him to keep soldiering on.
The reward is well worth it as he pulls moans from you easily, chin shimmering from your excitement. He can tell you’re close by the way you clamp around his ears.
Your orgasm is gentle, and you shake around his as you let it wash over you. He flops next to you, smug as you nestle into him.
“Wait so what’s the plot?”
You figure he can catch up with context clues as you pull your hair up so you can return to favor, already hungrily eyeing the tent in those jeans that you still haven’t been able to rid him of.
Giving wonwoo hickeys would change my life. Straddling that tiny waist, leaning down as you bury your face into his warm neck. You watch as he squirms against you when your eyelashes brush along his blushed skin.
“Hi,” you murmur smoothly into his ear, just to feel his breath hitch in that gorgeous chest of his.
"Hi," he responds and you selfishly have to kiss those plump lips before you get back to the task at hand. Ok, maybe you have to slide in a little tongue too. You're not perfect. You love feeling how he reacts beneath you, love to feel how those large hands grip deeply into your thighs when you suck his bottom lip into your mouth. You know it drives him wild, and you wiggle your hips in satisfaction against the tent growing in his jeans.
God, what a man. How he manages to make an outfit with no more than a white shirt and pants have you to the point of drooling all over him, you have no idea. But when he walked into the door of your apartment, you immediately had to shove him onto your couch, pull his zipper halfway down, and then throw your legs over his. He looks picturesque in the way you've strewn him about, hair ruffled and jeans sliding down just enough to show a hit of muscle that makes you feel unholy things.
All that can wait though, because the spot just behind his ear is calling to you. You press your mouth there first before losing control and taking the tiniest nip just to watch the color flood up from his chest to his cheeks. What a beautiful gradient.
"You make it too easy, you know?" You say, smiling down at him as he brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, still flushed that cherry red. "One little bite and your'e going to act like this?" He nods shockingly fast, tipping his glasses down his nose with the action. You press them back up with your own nose, winking as you turn back to where you were. No distractions this time.
The noises that leave him always make it worth it. You take no prisoners when you pull at his skin, leaving obscene pops in your wake. You alternate between bites and licks, sucking and nipping. Only once you find the spot that creates the most delicious moan do you stop journeying, pressing your hips tightly into his. Feeling the heat start to radiate further off of him. Tasting the salt off his skin. Letting him writhe against you as you smile into the bite.
You look beneath you to admire your work.
"You're so lucky that I make pretty hickeys," you tell him smugly. And it's true, but maybe it's just that everything suits him. Beautiful blooms in varying shades of red and purple litter the left side of his neck. He groans as he slaps a hand over it.
"Ugh, did you have to go asymmetrical? It's going to be impossible to cover the one behind my ear with a turtleneck...." You laugh as you finally finish pulling down his zipper.
"I know you can't be mad when I just heard how you were behaving." He flips you onto your back on the couch and lifts up your shirt, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.
"Mine are going to be prettier than yours," is his only reply as he leans down to leave open mouthed kisses to your tits before he begins rival your bruises with his own.
"I love when you get competitive," you sigh dreamily.
Giving wonwoo hickeys would change my life. Straddling that tiny waist, leaning down as you bury your face into his warm neck. You watch as he squirms against you when your eyelashes brush along his blushed skin.
“Hi,” you murmur smoothly into his ear, just to feel his breath hitch in that gorgeous chest of his.
"Hi," he responds and you selfishly have to kiss those plump lips before you get back to the task at hand. Ok, maybe you have to slide in a little tongue too. You're not perfect. You love feeling how he reacts beneath you, love to feel how those large hands grip deeply into your thighs when you suck his bottom lip into your mouth. You know it drives him wild, and you wiggle your hips in satisfaction against the tent growing in his jeans.
God, what a man. How he manages to make an outfit with no more than a white shirt and pants have you to the point of drooling all over him, you have no idea. But when he walked into the door of your apartment, you immediately had to shove him onto your couch, pull his zipper halfway down, and then throw your legs over his. He looks picturesque in the way you've strewn him about, hair ruffled and jeans sliding down just enough to show a hit of muscle that makes you feel unholy things.
All that can wait though, because the spot just behind his ear is calling to you. You press your mouth there first before losing control and taking the tiniest nip just to watch the color flood up from his chest to his cheeks. What a beautiful gradient.
"You make it too easy, you know?" You say, smiling down at him as he brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, still flushed that cherry red. "One little bite and your'e going to act like this?" He nods shockingly fast, tipping his glasses down his nose with the action. You press them back up with your own nose, winking as you turn back to where you were. No distractions this time.
The noises that leave him always make it worth it. You take no prisoners when you pull at his skin, leaving obscene pops in your wake. You alternate between bites and licks, sucking and nipping. Only once you find the spot that creates the most delicious moan do you stop journeying, pressing your hips tightly into his. Feeling the heat start to radiate further off of him. Tasting the salt off his skin. Letting him writhe against you as you smile into the bite.
You look beneath you to admire your work.
"You're so lucky that I make pretty hickeys," you tell him smugly. And it's true, but maybe it's just that everything suits him. Beautiful blooms in varying shades of red and purple litter the left side of his neck. He groans as he slaps a hand over it.
"Ugh, did you have to go asymmetrical? It's going to be impossible to cover the one behind my ear with a turtleneck...." You laugh as you finally finish pulling down his zipper.
"I know you can't be mad when I just heard how you were behaving." He flips you onto your back on the couch and lifts up your shirt, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.
"Mine are going to be prettier than yours," is his only reply as he leans down to leave open mouthed kisses to your tits before he begins rival your bruises with his own.
"I love when you get competitive," you sigh dreamily.
i bet seokmin would feed me strawberries and nutella and then let me suck on his fingers after until his raging hard on is too difficult for him to ignore <3
Seokmin is such a gentleman. He buys you roses, cooks dinner, and has never once in his life worn a bad cologne. Thank goodness. You love making him smile and treating him the way he spoils you. You love covering him in lipstick kisses to accent his own heart shaped mouth. Perhaps love even more baking him his favorite treats, tucking him into bed and taking him on surprise movie dates.
You love most letting him come wherever he wants.
It was such a pleasant discovery when you found out how Seokmin reacted seeing his cum adorn you.
You had been rushing to suck him into your mouth, and spectacularly missed. Felt his cum sliding down your cheek instead. Heard a moan like you've never heard before spill out of his mouth.
You'd very much like to hear that again, you think, reaching a finger up to wipe away his mess.
His hand shoots up to grab at your wrist.
"Leave it for a second, won't you sweet?" You smile in understanding as you reach for his phone so he can take a couple of pictures. And so it begins. Seokmin would do anything for you, so of course you have to treat your lover right
It definitely doesn't hurt that it wildly turns you on when you see how his pupils dilate.
Watching him whine and sweat as he rubs himself along your tits, smearing his cum into your skin. Making you dribble his cum out of the corner of your mouth so he can watch how it mixes with your saliva to drip into you collarbone. Collapsing exhausted into the bed after an incredible round of doggy as he paints your ass with satisfied groans.
You love how vocal he is. Just another thing that makes him such a polite lover. He never fails to shower you in dirty praise and wonderful whines that feel almost as good as the way he plays with you now.
You wouldn't trade anything for when Seokmin gets in this mood. He has you splayed out in his bed as he rubs his cock along your clit, collecting the wetness from your pussy and catching his head along your hole without actually making that final push in.
You whimper at how incredible he is at teasing you out of your mind.
He's kissing along your chest unhurriedly as he slides along you.
"This feels like the dirtier version of if we were teens dry humping with our clothes on," you sigh to him.
He waits before he responds, grabbing at your nipple with his teeth and pulling up, up, up before releasing it to watch how you jiggle. "But that was always my favorite part when I was younger."
You let your eyes crinkle. "Mine too."
He's starting to move faster now, the tip of his dick weeping precum as his thrusts grow more urgent between you. "Fuck sweet, how can every part of you feel so amazing..."
You love being able to watch him thrust, love seeing the way he peeks out towards your stomach with each movement. Of course this man is so stunning that even his cock is hypnotizing. Beautiful and pink and velvety and every other accolade you can give him.
The pressure he's putting on your clit is making your toes curl. Each bump of his dick has both of you gasping at the same time. Your nails make themselves at home in his back as you arch into him, helping him drop his full weight between the two of you as he starts to get desperate.
"Jesus sweet I'm-" and you feel that beautiful sensation of his hot cum dripping along your abdomen. Watch him as he watches you. You lay there and pose for him, let him trail his hands in it and squeeze at your hips.
You let your eyes roll back as his warm tongue slowly slides up your stomach, tracing the lines that he just drew on you. Gentleman that he is, never leaving anything a mess.
"So polite, cleaning me up," you coo. You let yourself get carried away in the little nips he gives your hip bones as he works his mouth all over you. He laves wet kisses down your belly button until he's satisfied with his duties, and only then does he turn to sloppily kiss at your pussy.
He always eats you out like its his last duty on earth. You certainly know that if heaven is real, the way he works you is a service enough that he should get entrance. He sucks your clit into his mouth like the two are long lost friends reuniting. His tongue dips into you and he kisses at you in a way that almost makes you wish he was doing that to your tongue instead. Almost.
You selfishly grab at his hair as you orgasm, and he deftly slides two fingers inside you to help you ride out the way you shake in bed for him.
God what he does to you. You look down between your thighs to see him hard again, and make eye contact as you laugh.
"Come inside this time though, yea?" The way he throws you onto the pillows tells you he very much agrees with how you feel.
What a gentleman, he really is never one to make a mess.
You’re too shy to tell him outright, but you absolutely love when cheol fingers you with no purpose. Laying an absolute squirming mess across his lap as he dips into you languidly with his eyes on the soccer game that plays on the TV.
He could have made you come multiple times by this point, so the fact that he’s chosen not to makes you drip even more across his light wash jeans. You swear he wears them just so he can admire how the wet patch grows along them. Neither of you are in a hurry to be anywhere but exactly where you are.
The soothing sounds of the announcer’s voices provide the perfect background buzz as he spreads your lips apart to greedily look at how you wiggle for him. Using his other hand to grab at your ass before he slides his fingers up to your clit. Heaven, you declare. Heaven is when cheol decides to play with you.
He gently circles your clit while you bury your face into the pillow and make noises that you feel like you shouldn’t be physically able to make. He makes cute kissy sounds at you as he resumes exploring your insides with his index and middle fingers.
The game is getting interesting, and he momentarily pauses 3 knuckles deep as he sucks in a breath. You’re sucking in a breath too, but it’s only because of course he’s chosen to press right up against your g spot in his moment of rapt attention. You’re going to pass out. Or turn to dust. Or pull his dick out of his pants. You really can’t decide.
But the moment passes and he returns to his previous ministrations, putting a soothing hand on your lower back. Fingers rocking in a rhythm that has your hips searching against him desperately. He pulls out to slide his finger along the outside of your lips with no rhyme or reason. Just because he can. Just because you’ll let him. You jolt each time he chooses to rub at your clit as he journeys. Jesus, is all you can say.
He leans down towards your ear, eyes still on the game. “god your ass looks amazing laid out for me like this.”
“Have my kids?” You ask, eyes clenched shut as he crooks his fingers back in deep in that way he knows gets you going. Well, what else is a girl supposed to say when she’s getting sweet talked like that?
You laugh when you feel him harden beneath you.
“What, fingering me for an hour does nothing until I say that?”
“Who said I wasn’t sporting a semi since the moment you laid yourself down all over me?”
You hurry to straddle him as you fumble with his zipper. Lucky for him you like to come best around his cock anyway.
MDNI. I love thinking about mundane, comfortable relationship day in the life remus. YUM.
Sucking remus’ dick would be such a transcendent experience. Feeling his eyes roam your face as you slowly sink your knees into the carpet. Hearing the click of his belt as he slides it from his jeans and watching the cool metal glisten when it falls to the wayside. Running your hands up his thighs as he continues to silently watch you. Helping him spring free from his boxers as you take the first look at him. Smiling up at him through your lashes as he gently gathers your hair up behind your neck.
The first taste of him as you teasingly circle around the tip. Licking slowly up him as his fists tighten on your scalp. Laughing as he exasperatedly reminds you that you have to meet your friends for a dinner date in 20 minutes. Your response is to suck the tip into your mouth and hum in agreement. Watch as he crumples in bliss. You suck harder and come off him with a pop, looking at how he goes pink well… everywhere. You’re pink everywhere too, rosy blush spreading across your cheeks in embarrassment at your lewd acts. You passively break the spit that connects the two of you.
“Slap my face?” You ask because you know he’d never refuse you. You love how intimate it feels as you let him slide his dick across your cheeks, tap and rub over your closed eyes. Let a drop of precum sit on your eyebrow as he whines in appreciation. You rub your thighs together as he causally feeds himself back into your mouth.
“I love when you take control,” you mumble around his dick. He can’t understand you and you don’t care. You focus on hollowing your cheeks so that your splayed hands can feel how his abs tense. Yum.
Ever the gentleman, he lets you set the pace, slowly working him with your mouth and hands. Praise falls from him freely, moaning your name and sighing praises as his head rolls back.
You love the fact that he doesn’t even ask or warn as he comes deep down your throat (you’ve assured him enough that you wouldn’t want it any other way), absentmindedly wiping his head along your lip to clean his last string of cum as he pulls out. Your tongue eagerly darts to clean it up.
You rise with reddened knees, sailing towards your door to pull your coat off the rack. Remus is right behind you, pulling his belt back through the loops as he fumbles for his keys. He puts a hand on the door before you can open it.
“How w-“ he asks but you’re already one step ahead of him as you hike your skirt and panties to the side and guide his finger in, appreciating the way he strokes inside you before receding to watch how his fingers glisten. You swear he nearly cries as he sucks his finger into his mouth.
“If I didn’t know how fucking hard these reservations were to get, you would be fixing that,” you tut as you straighten his tie. “Next time can you look a little uglier?” He laughs like a man in love as he quickly reaches up to wipe away the bead precum that still trails your face.
“James is going to be asking how you got that glow you know…” You stick out your tongue at him as you turn to face the bitter winter air.
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