Nothing But Love Part II | Jww X Reader

Nothing But Love Part II | jww x reader

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~3.5 | Pairing: jww x reader | Genre: smut, romance

Wonwoo dazedly remembers he had something to give you, something to show you, but for the life of him, he can’t remember what. 

Part I

Warnings: inexperienced/shy wonu, reader kinda calls the shots but it doesn’t feel like dom/sub (imo), naked wonu clothed reader, big dick wonu (what’s new), oral m. rec., dry humping but it’s not dry but i simply cannot just say humping so dry humping, fingering, piv sex, creampie

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, wap, still shorter than wonu

Wonwoo dazedly remembers he had something to give you, something to show you, but for the life of him, he can’t remember what. 

Your heels came off as soon as you stepped through the door, and before he knew it, you were kissing him. It took him little to no time to kiss you back, even with a voice in the recesses of his mind saying there was something he wanted to do first. 

It’s just so easy, too easy, to get carried away with you, especially when you’re the one making the moves. Having you in control means he doesn’t have to worry about overstepping his bounds or doing the wrong thing, soothing much of his anxiety around being intimate. He’s not a virgin, and he wasn’t when you started dating, but beyond you, he doesn’t have a lot of experience and he’s still not confident about taking charge. 

Which is why you deepen the kiss, you move it over to his couch, you push him down to sit on it and kneel between his legs. His gaze immediately goes to your mouth, your bottom lip swollen and juicy and reminding him of what’s waiting for you in the kitchen. But honestly, flowers and strawberries couldn’t be less important to him right now. 

You’re all he can focus on, your bright eyes and the curve of your smile and the delicate press of your fingers as you glide them up and down his thighs. He can’t tell if you’re teasing him or if you’re just easing him into it, but either way, your touch has him burning up inside. 

He’s taking measured breaths in an attempt to keep from hyperventilating when you push his legs wider apart and scooch closer. He wants to offer you a pillow to kneel on but he fears he’ll moan if he opens his mouth, the sight of you on your knees for him in your pretty dress enough to unravel him completely. 

“Can I suck you off?” You ask quietly, trailing your eyes up over his sprawled body to meet his gaze before leaning down to drag your tongue over the thick print of his cock in his slacks. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he murmurs to himself, swearing you were built by the devil specifically to lure him into sin as his dick throbs. You arch an eyebrow and he rushes to say, “Yes, please, fuck,” watching as you smile a pleased little smile and start undoing his pants. He lifts his hips when you tug, swallowing when you pull them and his boxers clean off, leaving him in just his sweater. 

That feels wrong, weird, so he swiftly sheds his top, his nerves flaring and his dick getting harder at the thought of being completely naked while you’re fully clothed. It’s hot but it leaves him vulnerable too, makes him feel like he’s literally laying himself bare for you to do with him what you wish. 

But he trusts you, and he knows you won’t intentionally do something he doesn’t like, so he takes a steadying breath and leans back against the couch, his hands folded at the base of his spine and his body yours for the taking. 

He’s tempted to close his eyes too, give himself up to you completely, but he can’t deprive himself of this view. Your face is inching closer and closer to him, your plush lips parted and your eyes hungry as you stare at his rapidly hardening cock like it’s a present, a treat. You glance up at him as you take hold of it, and he can’t bite back the groan, can’t hide the way he melts under your touch. 

Literally, he melts into the couch, his chin tucked to his chest as he watches you through bleary, heavy lidded eyes. He feels drunk somehow, on you, on the feeling of your warm hand wrapped around his dick, on the sight of you guiding it to your mouth. He’s a bit nervous you’ll do the same thing you did for his first blowjob - swallow it whole - but you kiss the head instead, laving your soft tongue over his sensitive crown before licking a fat stripe up the side. He shivers at the sensation, his gaze tracking your every move and his mind fighting to commit them to memory. 

You pull away to spit into your hand and even that’s hot to him, but he shouldn’t be surprised. Everything you do is sexy or cute or beautiful to him, and maybe that’s because the relationship is young but Wonwoo prefers to believe it’s just because you’re the perfect fit for each other. 

You feel like the perfect fit, at least, your wet hand surrounding the base of his cock and your pretty mouth suctioning around the first two inches. There’s a good six more and he knows from experience that you can take it, but he’s not in a rush, and more than that, he’s not inclined to dictate how you enjoy his cock. 

He can tell that this is just as much for you as it is for him, in the way you indulgently suckle at the head, the way you keep letting out mewling little moans, the way your eyes leave his every so often to trail over his abs and chest and biceps. That’s part of what makes it so fucking good, the fact that you like it almost as much as he does. 

Almost, but not quite. 

He doesn’t think you could like it at the same level because he absolutely fucking adores it, cherishes every second that you touch him, treasures every bob of your head, reveres your mouth and the things you can do with it. 

His hands clench behind his back when he feels your throat open up for him, the muscles relaxing so he can get even deeper. He bites back a groan, a wild sound that would surely startle you, and lets out a shuddering breath instead as his eyes start to flutter closed. He forces them open so he can keep watching you, the image too entrancing to miss for even a second. 

He can see your eyes watering, knows you’re pushing yourself to your limit, more than half his cock in your mouth by now and just a couple inches left to spare. 

He doesn’t want you to endure discomfort just for his pleasure, but he can’t say the fact that you’re willing to do so doesn’t make him want to fuck your throat until your voice is hoarse and then treat you like a princess to make up for it. 

Maybe another time, he concedes as you pull off and pump his length with your hand, panting to catch your breath. Your breasts rise and fall beneath the silk and Wonwoo wants to see them, wants to see all of you. 

“Baby, can you take your dress off?” He gasps out, not expecting to be breathless himself. 

You answer by sitting up on your knees and gathering the fabric in your hands, pulling it up and over your head before tossing it to land next to him on the couch. He fights the urge to lay it out for you so it doesn’t get wrinkled, returning his focus to you and finally, finally letting a noise loose when he sees you. 

You’re clothed in nothing but panties and the necklace he bought you, your hands resting on your thighs and your eyes waiting to find his. Your lips are swollen, your lashes are wet with tears, your chin is coated in a mixture of spit and precum, and Wonwoo has never wanted to kiss you more. 

He leans down, takes hold of your hands and starts pulling you up, murmuring, “C’mere,” over and over until finally, you’re in his lap, your legs straddling his waist and your warm palms flat on his chest. 

He cups your face with both hands, drawing you into an open mouthed kiss and sucking your tongue into his mouth, a sigh escaping when he feels you relax against him. He loves feeling your body pressed to his, loves feeling your racing heart and soft skin, and he loves even more when you’re on top. Your body weighing him down makes him feel safe, secure, like even when he feels light as a balloon, you’ll never let him float away. 

Wonwoo’s grateful, honestly. You brighten all of his dark corners, paint new colors when his palette gets dull, shine him up all nice and new when he’s feeling tarnished. He can only hope he does the same for you, and when you wrap your arms around his neck and press even closer to him, he thinks he just might. 

One of his hands leaves your cheek to vine around your waist, holding you tightly as he kisses you, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair and sending a shiver down his spine. He doesn’t know how long you stay like that, making out in the low light of his living room, just that he’s almost heartbroken when you start to pull away. 

Your lips leave his and your hands slide back down to his chest, stopping him when he tries to follow you before you climb off of him altogether. The sudden lack of your warmth and weight leaves him feeling bereft, adrift, and despondently, he asks, “Where are you going?” 

You smile gently and take his hand, tugging insistently until he rises on trembling knees, “We are going to bed.”

“Oh,” he breathes, relieved beyond belief and more than a little lightheaded as he watches the way your ass moves under your panties as you walk with him to his bedroom. You turn when you cross through the doorway, walking backwards and leading him to the bed, smirking when he can’t seem to take his eyes off the minute bouncing of your tits. 

“Lay down for me?” You request, gesturing toward the bed and waiting for him to get settled. His hands clench into fists at his sides when you push at your panties, letting them fall to the ground and stepping out of them before climbing onto the bed so gracefully, he wonders if you practice or if it’s just natural talent. 

He watches as you crawl towards him, your eyes meandering over his body, lingering on his cock. There’s a curve to the shaft, not sharp but enough for you to feel it, and it’s hard enough to cut diamond, throbbing and leaking and twitching in the air. When you arrive at his side, you sling a leg over his hip and straddle him again, pushing his dick to his stomach and taking a seat before leaning down and pressing your lips to his. 

The wet heat of your cunt is scalding on his aching cock, makes him shiver and drop a hand to your hip, pulling you even closer until his dick is fully nestled between the lips of your pussy. 

You roll your hips, grinding your clit against the head of his cock and gasping into his mouth when he starts helping you, the hand on your hip gripping tight and dragging you back and forth. Even like this, you feel so fucking good, your cunt silky and dripping and searing hot on the underside of his dick. 

He can feel every wave of arousal as it hits you, your entrance flush to his cock and your wetness seeping out to coat the base of him before it gets smeared up to the head. Soon enough, you’re gliding, slick sounds following every grind of your hips into his as you start to shake above him. 

“Can you cum like this?” He asks desperately, his lips brushing against yours and his grip like iron on the flesh of your hip. 

“Let’s find out,” you gasp, shortening your movements and concentrating them at the head of his dick, using the slight ridge to stimulate your clit as he feels you grow wetter and wetter. But there seems to be something missing, your breaths growing quicker and your face scrunching up as you teeter on the edge. 

Wonwoo’s not positive but usually, you like to cum on something, like something filling you up, so he offers, “Fingers?”

“Yes, yes, yes, fingers,” you cry out, stilling your movements long enough for him to slide two digits inside you, pressing and pushing until his knuckles are flat against you. Your pussy hugs them snugly, your walls fluttering around them before he pulls them out to the first knuckle and thrusts back in. 

Your cunt clamps down, attempting to hold them inside of you, but he knows you like the friction, like when he bullies past your tightness to fuck you with his fingers, so he doesn’t stop, filling you again and again as your hips buck in sharp little bursts. When you let out a broken whimper and freeze on top of him, your undulating cunt and beating heart your only movements, he grins, rubbing his dick against your clit and curling his fingers in pulses to carry you through to the other side. 

He watches as you recover, your chest expanding against his with your gasping breaths, your eyes clouded with pleasure and need, your lips shiny and puffy from so much kissing. He expects you to take some time, maybe get a sip of water or at least let your heart return to a normal speed, but you whisper, “Inside. Wonwoo, get inside me.”

He would ask if you’re sure, but he’s done that before and you told him you wouldn’t say it if you weren’t certain, so all he does is withdraw his fingers and wait for you to sit up on your knees so he can position his dick for you. He jumps at his own touch, used to your warm hands and body and much preferring them to the chilliness of his own. He doesn’t suffer long, your blazing heat engulfing him as you slide down slowly, making his head push back into the pillow and his hands fly to your hips. 

He just holds you, supports you as you take his cock, sure that your thighs and knees must be aching by now and wanting to carry some of the load for you. Gravity pulls you down and lets every inch of him fill you until he’s inside you to the root, until your hips are pressed to his and your arousal is trickling out onto his pelvis and balls. You shudder when he bottoms out, a full body shiver wracking you as you brace your hands on his chest and breathe through the stretch. 

His hands make a circuit up your thighs, over your hips, and along your sides, trying to soothe you even as you feel like rapture around him. Maybe because you feel like rapture around him. He feels a bit guilty, knowing he’s experiencing so much pleasure while you’re still struggling to adjust to him. 

You’ve told him you like it, like the challenge and the absolute fullness and the perfect soreness after, but still, he only wants you to feel good when you’re with him like this. So he slips one hand between your legs, finds your clit with his agile fingertips, circles it until your muscles untense and the line between your eyebrows disappears. 

When you’re ready, you get one foot under you and then the other, and Wonwoo wraps his hands around your ankles, holding you steady as you begin to rise and fall. He can’t hold back his noises now, groaning freely and openly into the quiet of his bedroom, the only other noises being the wet slap of your hips against his and your little huffs of exertion. 

Soon, there’s a squelch too, a slick burst of sound every time he meets the end of you, and it makes Wonwoo’s cheeks and ears flush but it also makes his dick harder, the thought of you getting wet enough for him to hear it. He loves any evidence that you want him, loves feeling your eyes tracing the breadth of his shoulders and your hands trailing over his abs and your lips pressed anywhere you can reach, but he especially loves this. 

“Fuck,” he swears brokenly, his cock twitching and leaking precum inside of you, only adding to the fluids seeping out. He’s getting close already, and he reminds himself that if he withstood your mouth and your pussy on him before, he can withstand this. Until you settle back down on your knees and drape yourself over him, your breasts pressing against his chest and your lips on his neck. 

Then, it’s all he can do to keep from cumming as you roll your hips into him, the closeness making him feel dizzy and the clutch of your cunt making him feel nigh incandescent with desire. Your teeth drag over his collarbone, your mouth suctioning to the side of his Adam's apple, and he’s almost convinced himself he can last when you drag your lips to his ear and whisper, “Cum, Wonwoo.”

The pleasure is kaleidoscopic then, light whiting out his vision and blood rushing in his ears as he drifts in the space between the stars and the sky. Distantly, he feels you cumming around him, hears your whines and cries through the static in his head, and gathers enough of himself to wrap his arms around you and hold you close, his feet shifting on the bed as his knees bend to cradle you against his body. 

You stay like that, your cheek pressed to his chest, his cock still buried inside you, for what feels like hours, until you inch up to kiss him. His softening dick slips out, cum flowing in its wake and oozing onto his stomach, but he barely even registers it. His brain is too fried to think about more than kissing you back, his lips as gentle as yours as he feels a syrupy sweetness come over him. 

He wants to take care of you now, wants to wash you with soft hands and dry you with softer towels, wants to help you brush your teeth and put your pajamas on, wants to tuck you into bed and slide into his spot beside you. 

First, he needs to disentangle himself from you, which is easier said than done. You’re clingy (in the best way) after sex, and it actually pains him to release you and tip you over onto your side so he can escape. You pout and hug his pillow, making him frown dramatically and jog away, starting the shower and grabbing his other bedding set from the closet before returning to the bed. 

“Baby, I have a surprise for you. But you have to get in the shower for me first, okay?” He says quietly, helping you when you hold your hands out and escorting you to the bathroom when you don’t let go. He tests the water temperature and, finding it to your liking, gestures for you to climb in. 

“I just need to change the sheets,” and set up the flowers and strawberries. “Then I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, Woo, be quick,” you sigh, letting the water pound against your lower back to soothe the ache he knows you get there. 

I love you, he would say, but he doesn’t know if four months is too fast to be confessing like that. Maybe he’ll save it for your six month anniversary, for the surprise trip he’s planning, the one based on your pinterest boards and commentary from your best friend. 

You gasp, eyes wide when he shows you the flowers. Your eyes rove over every bloom, your mouth forming around their meanings as you tear up, and Wonwoo discovers four months isn’t too fast, thanks to your watery, “I love you, Wonwoo.” 

He’s sure the bouquet has already told you how he feels, but he says it back anyway, feeling you burrow ever deeper into his heart as the words cross his lips. He’s never said them romantically before but they feel right, true, honest, and as he chats with you over bites of chocolate covered strawberries, he hopes they’re words he’ll be saying to you for the rest of his life. 

AN: yayyy part 2!! i hope you enjoyed, i feel like there's a bit of a different dynamic between idol x reader than what i normally do and it was fun to explore! it was also fun picturing how a shy/inexperienced wonu would react hehe

pls reblog if you enjoyed! it's even better if you leave me a comment or some tags 😍 sometimes when im sad i go back and reread them so pls know how much i value and appreciate your thoughts!

My Masterlist

giving vernon hickeys as he gives you some of the most beautifully worded compliments inbetween desperate moans in his deep voice🤭

“you’re the most amazing lover i could ever have,” he whispers, groaning when your teeth graze over sensitive skin, “you’re so perfect. I can’t resist what you do to me.”

he hears you giggle, knowing you take great pleasure in make him a wreck. he still can’t help going on and on about how much he loves you, wreck or not.

“i swear, baby,” he rambles, “there’s no one else in this world who could make me feel so good. you’re too good to me.”

you find a new spot, right at the crook of his neck, to place your mark. he wonders for a moment if you’re a vampire with how sharp your teeth feel. he’s just so vulnerable like this. he whimpers softly (and beautifully).

it only turns him on to realize that he is truly at your mercy like this. your hands hold his shoulders down, body caging him on. his hands are tied above his head, and that rope is tied to the bed. he really couldn’t do anything even if he tried.

as if you’ve read his mind, you move to whisper in his ear while he moans at the things you say, “i’m going to keep giving you hickeys until all you can think about is how much you belong to me. and then i’m going to fuck you so good you won’t even be able to think.”

Just Relax

Requested by Anon: So sorry if you get this more than once, tumblr mobile is being an ass. Could I please request a scenario where vernon’s girlfriend has been avoiding/putting off having sex with him because she has trouble making herself cum and is worried that he’ll be disappointed or feel bad if he cant do it either. Bonus if it ends with him slowly and patiently working her up to an amazing orgasm, double bonus for funny, goofy hansol

Hansol x Female Reader

Word Count: 1932

Contents: making out, slight dry humping, nipple play, fingering, oral, use of vibrator

Hansol’s grip on your hips tightened and he guided your hips to rock against his, his lips capturing your in yet another deep kiss that had your head spinning. You sighed against his lips, welcoming the friction as you slowly got more and more worked up. You felt his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt and broke the kiss to let him take it off. You couldn’t help the way your heart swelled seeing the giddy smile on his face.

You really didn’t want to stop this time. Every time you went a little further but you always stopped him before your pants came off. You knew he wanted to have sex with you, or even anything beyond playing with your boobs, but you hadn’t been able to let him.

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member | fwb!vernon x f reader genre | smut, like a little tiny bit of angst? with a happy ending word count | 2.4k synopsis | so what if calling your fuck buddy every other day is a little excessive? maybe you're just in love with him. smut warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, lots and lots of kissing, some dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, begging, creampie warnings | vernon is called hansol - i don't usually do that but just go with it; vernon is kind of a sweetheart tbh this ended up being pretty soft notes | june is back !! i've really been struggling to write these past few months so i'm actually super proud that i was able to sit down and write this as fast as i did. i can't promise another fic anytime soon or any kind of consistent uploads, but i hope you enjoy this meager offering! thanks for the support even while i've been gone :) also this is based on a dream i had about vernon the other day and i could not stop thinking about it it was driving me crazy, so everyone say thank you to my brain or the sandman or whoever put that idea in my dreams because this fic is a result of it. if there are mistakes pls ignore i wrote this at 2am

the thing you remember most about hansol is his lips.

the first time you kissed him was like opening a door to a world you'd never known existed. your past hookups had been terrible kissers, or even worse—hadn't even tried to kiss you at all. you were sick of the boring, underwhelming sex with men who couldn't care less if you got off or not. but some god or being in the universe must've been looking out for you, because finding hansol was nothing short of a miracle.

it was so good, you weren't even that embarrassed when you'd desperately texted him a couple of nights later, practically begging him to come over and fuck you again. he was burned into your brain, the feeling of his mouth locked with yours seared so deep in your memory you couldn't erase him if you tried, but it wasn't exactly like you wanted to. 

he hadn't explicitly said you would only be a one night stand, but you usually didn't hang around the same guy for too long, and he didn't really seem like the commitment type anyway. but when you find something this good, you don't let it go, and somehow you both knew that whatever this was, it was too good to pass up on.

so it wasn't really a surprise when you found yourself on his couch, straddling his lap in the late hours of the night for the third time this week. 

like you remembered, his lips were warm and soft, his cheek brushing against yours as you melted into him. you could kiss him for hours and not notice the time passing at all, so focused on the rhythm of his mouth working you up more than anything you'd done with any man you'd slept with before.

the heat of his hands resting on your hips sends shivers up and down your spine, unconsciously arching towards him as his tongue pushes into your mouth.

one gentle hand travels carefully up beneath your shirt, tracing the skin of your stomach before stopping at your breast, your heartbeat racing beneath his palm.

your breath is hot on his cheek as you readjust your position, slipping your knees onto either side of his hips and sinking down to straddle his lap. your clothed cunt throbs as he presses his bulge against the inside of your thigh, and you don't hold back the open-mouthed moan that escapes you as his other hand quickly reaches up to angle your jaw and guide your lips back to his.

you push your hips down a little harder on him and his nails dig into your breast. his grip tightens a little as his hips cant up against you, desperate for more pressure against his strained cock.

your eyelids flutter as his other hand tilts your chin upwards, finally breaking away from your mouth only to reattach his lips at the base of your jaw. his tongue laves over your skin before he starts to suck, and you shiver when he pulls back and cold air hits the wet patch of spit on your neck.

you have to focus hard not to drool when you open your eyes and catch a glimpse of his face, lust-glazed eyes staring up at you through his long, thick lashes, his intense gaze fixed on you.

if you ever get past this weird in-between stage of talking but not talking, maybe you'll tell him how jealous you are of his beautiful, natural eyelashes. if you ever actually get to have a conversation with him outside of calling to hook up, maybe you'll tell him how nice his lips are. you'll tell him how soft his hands are and how he's by far the best person you've ever slept with, leaps and bounds better than all the rest, and—

before you fully realize what's happening, you feel your shirt being pulled over your head and hansol's lips have made their way down to your chest. without a sound his hands roam your body, fingers drawing invisible lines over your bare skin and leaving trails of goosebumps with every touch.

he doesn't talk much during sex, or maybe you just don't know each other well enough yet for him to have much to say. aside from the way he occasionally murmurs about how perfect you are — an oddly intimate thing to say to someone who's just a friend with benefits, but coming from him it sounds so casual — the only words you ever get out of him are curses and whimpered pleas.

the only words he ever gets out of you are shamelessly begging him, please kiss me again, please, hansol; and you're always too far gone to care about how whiny you sound, because you need his lips on you so fucking bad you think you might just die without them. but he always obliges, quickening the speed of his thrusts and wrapping his arms around you tighter so he can kiss you deeper, until your lips are numb and you can still feel the weight of him holding you even hours after he's gone.

so maybe you do have a teeny tiny crush on hansol. anyone in their right mind would, and when he's finished with you tonight you're sure you won't have much mind left to even think about it. certainly this is a problem for another day, a day when you'll inevitably call him again so he can make you lose your mind all over again and you won't have to think about how much you like him, and you'll continue like that for who knows how long. 

maybe he'll get bored of you, or find someone else, or move to another city too far for you to justify travelling for a relationship that isn't even a relationship…

… but then he lets out a little groan and you fall back into reality, the reality where you've been making out with him for the past half hour and he quietly but confidently lets you know if he doesn't get his dick out soon he's definitely going to cum in his pants and not only will it make him look like a loser but he also won't get to fuck you, which is the whole reason you asked him to meet up tonight, right?

well, yeah, you guess, but a part of you knows there's more to it than that. but that's not really a conversation for right now.

you lean down to press another chaste kiss against those lips that you can't stop thinking about, and your fingers pull his t-shirt over his head before finding their way down to the button at the top of his jeans.

you've had his cock inside you more times than you think you deserve, but still your stomach bubbles with excitement as he lifts his hips and shimmies out of his pants, the outline against his briefs more than enough to make your mouth water before he slips those off, too.

for tonight, you're the recipient of his undivided attention. you alone get to have him and his perfect cock all to yourself; maybe not forever, but for right now, and that's all you really need.

he presses his hand against his bulge, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you stand up from his lap to kick off your pants and underwear.

you must have been taking too long for his liking, though, because as soon as you're fully nude his hands tug impatiently at your waist and pull you back down onto him. 

he lets out a heavy sigh, the head of his cock pressed deliciously against your clit as you start to rock your hips back and forth.

but before long his hands bring you to a stop and he lets out his usual string of pleas to let him fuck you, and now it's your turn to sigh in relief as he pushes into you, the stretch so natural like he was the only one who was made to sit you on his lap.

he doesn't move right away. he never moves right away, whether to give you a chance to adjust or maybe because he himself can't handle the feeling. either way, you always struggle to take in a shaky breath as your walls flutter around him, perfectly thick and long that you could probably cum untouched like this if you sat there for long enough.

but as badly as you want to never move and let him cockwarm you for hours, he always eventually moves. 

he starts out slow, just a few inches at a time, a gentle in and out that's almost romantic until you feel like you can breathe normally again— right before he knocks the breath out of you, increasing his pace until the room is filled with the loud sounds of skin against skin.

he always fucks you like it's been months since he's came, even though you know for a fact it was last thursday and all over your stomach. all you can do now is hang onto his broad shoulders for dear life, nails scratching helplessly at his muscles as he carries you up and over the edge, pushing you into the first of many orgasms tonight.

sometimes he'll make a comment about how wet you get when he fucks you like this, rough and fast as he pounds into you like there's no tomorrow. and that's when you'll agree, yes you love it so much, yes he's so good, yes you need more and please, please keep going.

if it were anyone else they'd probably smirk at that, satisfied with the momentary boost to their ego. but that's what you love about hansol, is that he's not anyone else: he'll take those words and use them to somehow fuck you even rougher and even faster, so rough and so fast that sometimes tears will start to roll down your cheeks, and that's usually about when you start begging him to kiss you.

you can't help it. the way he bounces you so effortlessly on his cock, his lips parted and beads of sweat trickling down his neck, you need him bad. you want to be closer to him, closer than you know is physically possible but damn if you won't try anyway.

throwing your hands around his neck and falling against his chest, tears still streaming from your eyes as you plead with him, repeating his name over and over and over like you've lost your mind and he's the only thing left. in all honesty, maybe he is.

he quietly shushes you and tilts his chin up to capture your lips in the kiss you so badly crave, and it's everything you need and more and somehow still not enough but you can't think straight anymore when his cock is hitting you just right and his mouth is also just right and each vein, each curve, each ridge, drags perfectly along your walls and he's splitting you open and goddamn you are ruined for anybody else.

you feel like you're skirting in and out of consciousness when you cum again, squeezing around his cock so tight that even his powerful thrusts can't continue at their current pace.

it isn't long before he lets go too, holding you flush against his body as he fills you up, painting your insides white with a breathy moan, and in a weird way it makes you feel kind of proud.

you both sit there for a moment, panting as you start to come down.

without even standing up you already know your legs are jell-o, but you don't really have time to think about that as hansol lifts you off his lap and sets you carefully on the couch, leaving you with another kiss before he stands up and disappears down the hall, returning seconds later with a towel that looks suspiciously new.

you'd asked him about his bathroom towels last time you'd been over at his place. a mismatched collection of white and brown and aquamarine that he'd taken with him when he'd moved out of his parent's house, he said, he'd never really had a reason to buy a set of his own. 

the grey cloth in his hand now that he uses to gently wipe between your legs is one you don't remember seeing.

he finishes and you want him to kiss you again, but you're too shy to ask now so he leaves you again with just a kind smile this time.

you've put most of your wrinkled clothes back on by the time he comes back. he offers to drive you home every time afterwards, but you always insisted you were fine, already feeling like you'd overstayed your welcome.

this time he doesn't offer, though, just quietly sits down next to you to pull on his own clothes until you're both fully dressed.

he speaks before the awkward silence has time to set in.

"have you been seeing anybody else?" he asks, and it's probably the longest sentence he's spoken to you outside of when he's fucking you.

it takes you a couple seconds to say no. god, you sound like a loser, but you couldn't lie to him. since the very first time with hansol the thought of seeing anyone besides him hadn't even crossed your mind. just like you thought; ruined.

it takes him a couple seconds to reply, too. 

"good," he says, and you could almost swear his cheeks are pinker than usual as he admits that he hasn't been with anyone, either. "could we keep it that way?"

your breath catches a little. "yeah?"

"yeah," he answers. "whatever… this is, i like it. and i like you."

and just like that, things make sense. 

"maybe, would you, y'know, wanna stay this time?" he asks, and you can't hide the grin on your face as you lean over and kiss him again, your answer evident in the way your hand falls against his warm chest and your fingers weave gently through his hair.

everything is so simple with hansol.

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Today’s been an absolute drag, you take to social media to let off some steam where your bff sees you're having an off day. Without a second thought, he decides to stop by your dorm—unannounced, and with provisions in hand.

contents: smut, idiots to lovers, an interrupted bean flicking sesh, college AU, simp bononie :), a potent strain of substance based off one of my fav taylor swift songs bc it fit so perfectly, soft dom Vernon ㅎ, oral (f recieving), raw sex, biting, yeah i think that’s about it tbh.

note: this has been in the drafts since @chwesbaby commented on my mingyu fic, but I just watched the follow movie and the words just vomited onto the page. hope u rock w it :)

Just as your hand slivers past the waistband of your pajama shorts the lewd video cuts off, phone screen taken over by a 0.5x picture of Vernon you took of him at his dorm.

Panic flashes through your entire body, accelerating the beat of your heart as you quickly withdraw your hand from your shorts. Pawing the loose strands of hair out of your face as you stand up in a hurry, attempting to even out your breaths before picking up the call. A thick swallow is all you have to try and gobble up your nerves, “Uh, Hello?”

“You home?” Vernon’s got that casual tone he always carries, voice sounding all too close as it echoes in your ear.

You’re still attempting to regain your wits, pacing around the room with wide eyes as you stammer into your cell, “I, well—um, yeah, I’m—”

“Cool cuz I’m already outside.”

“What?!”

Vernon can hear you yelp from the hall, a smile creeping into his features as you shuffle around the room to find something to cover yourself up with before letting him in. You drape the closest thing within reach—a tattered blanket you’ve kept from your childhood—over your shoulder before making your way to the door.

He’s perched up against the hallway when you open up, wearing black jeans with both hands stuffed inside the pockets of a blue leather jacket, “Yo.”

There’s a lopsided-ness to your smile that he finds cute, “And what if I wasn’t home?”

“Well, then…” He pushes up off the wall to stand before you, eyes outlining the rim of your doorframe before speaking up calmly, “Then I would’ve just gone home.”

“Unbelievable.” You turn around to hide the startled mess of your face, reminding him to lock the door before he sits down.. 

You plop onto your mattress, hugging the blanket a little tighter around your pajama cladded body, “ So, what’s up?”

Vernon gently pulls the chair that’s tucked into your desk to straddle it, crossing his arms over the backrest so that he can still maintain eye contact with you from this angle, “I saw your story while I was at Shua’s party, you seemed kinda bummed, so,” he reaches into his pocket to pull out a clear baggie full of green nugs, giving it a slight shake, “Brought you this.” 

The combination of his styled hair and outfit finally makes sense, but you’re too overtaken by joy to comment on it. Squealing as you practically leap over to his side to take a whiff of the buds.

A delighted smile takes over your features as you pick out one of the clusters for a closer inspection, watching it glitter under the lamp on your desk, “Leaving Shua’s end of the year party is crazy, you love me sooo bad, dude.”

He shrugs his shoulders before looking away for a brief second. Shyness bleeds through his nonchalant expression, but you’re too engrossed with the nug to notice, “Eh, you’re alright.”

You roll your eyes before taking his hand in yours, “Let’s go by the window, yeah?”

To sit on the perks of being a RA: a cute little window nook that you two have designated as your ‘pot spot’. It’s just big enough for the two of you and far away enough from the smoke alarm to prevent setting it off.

On his way there, Vernon picks up the tray that lives on your dresser. It holds the grinder, a lighter, some rolling paper, and a pack of backwoods that were left over from last time. He stares at the options with careful consideration before turning to face you, “Feeling anything in particular?”

You criss-cross on the small built-in bench, “Hmm, up to you.”

He plants himself next to you, fingers going directly for the woods, “Thoughts?”

You smile up at him through the makeshift hood of your blanket, “Just what I was thinking.”

The illumination of the moon paired with the lamp on your desk provides more than enough light as you reach for the grinder, set on crushing the flowers into smokable bits as he guts the cigarillo. Vernon always appreciates the way you two naturally fall in tandem, with this unspoken telepathic connection that always seems to land you both on the same page.

You finish your task just in time, and without a second to spare he begins to sprinkle the green onto the cleared leaf, using a small metal rod to pack in as much as he can. After rolling the first one generously, he realizes there’s enough weed for one more.

From his peripherals he can see the way you watch him in quiet awe. He doesn’t question it because this is always how your seshs always play out: Vernon rolls and you watch attentively. Mindlessly captivated by the finesse in which he handles each of the materials in front of him. 

Your keen observation doesn’t make him quiver, rather, he enjoys it. A small smile plays on his lips before he seals the second blunt with a light drag of his tongue, extending it out so you can take the first drag, “Ladies first.”

Eyes light up with glee as you tuck it in between your lips, snatching up the yellow lighter from the tray to spark up. Three flicks leave you hopeless, and when you shake the lighter near your ear, the lack of liquid sloshing around lets you know it’s empty.

Vernon watches you struggle with a corner of his mouth lifted upwards, letting you pat around the bench before seeing that you’re about to stand up. He gently lays a hand on your bare leg to stop you, expanse silky and smooth thanks to the extra effort put into the everything shower you had taken hours before. 

Fingertips indulge in the softness of your skin for a little before he speaks up, “I gotchu, look.” A hand digs into the pocket of his jeans to fish out the lighter you got him on some random night out. It’s pink and has a collage of cats on it that are backed by shiny glimmer decals, it’s his favorite thing he owns.

“Here,” He leans into you, making a little house around the fire so the breeze passing through won’t blow it out. Vernon watches the light of the flame illuminate your face, making you glow as a twist of concentration tugs at your brows, focusing on the tip to make sure it lights up properly.

Once the end burns bright red, he knows it’s ok to stash away his prized possession, calmly leaning against the windowpane to watch you sit on the cloud of smoke, letting a handful of seconds pass before releasing the plume into the night. 

You pass Vernon the blunt while beaming up at him, “What would I do without you?”

“I don’t wanna find out.” It’s got the cadence of a joke, and he’s relieved to hear you laugh but it’s true. A day without you in it just seems hard to imagine, he can’t fathom the thought of it. As long as it’s up to him, he doesn’t plan on ever finding out.

——

Heavy toques burn through the first blunt in a flash, reducing it to nothing but two centimeters of damp leaf. The fun you’re having leaves you with no other option than to start on the second. By now you two have settled comfortably, basking in each other's company with low eyes and hazy smiles as his curated playlist of the week sounds through the speaker you keep on your desk.

The strain mixed with his vibe of the week is soothing, melting away any stresses you’ve endured today to leave your spine feeling loose and shoulders relaxed.

You break through the soft melodies, eyes bloodshot as they look into his, “What did you say this was called?”

He runs through the memory of Joshua handing him the baggie before he left, “He called it Lavender Haze.”

His big hits have finally caught up to him, adding a rasp to his voice that stirs up your tender senses. You look out to the pearly night sky, sighing into the air, “Sounds pretty.”

Were you commenting on his voice or the name of the strain? Who knows. A part of him secretly hopes it was the former.

A clothed knee brushing against your bare one cuts through the mellowness in your mind. The touch is light but it sears, how long has it been there? You’re spiraling too deep into the light touch when the chime of your phone suddenly yanks you from the free fall. Your laughter sounds through the room as you read the incoming messages on your screen.

Vernon picks up his own to look at the time, 2:49 AM, displayed in big bold numbers over the screensaver he’s got of you and him during finals week, he’s putting his thumbs up while posing next to your slumped figure on the desk. 

He watches you giggle at the screen, careful to pick out your emojis before hitting send. Unintentionally, his eyes go past your shoulder to ask, “Who are you texting?” It's composed because he doesn’t want to come off as possessive, that’s simply not him, even if the thought of you texting someone in the dead of the night sends a pang to his chest. 

You don’t look up at him when you answer, engrossed with the screen as you type away, “Oh, it’s just Seungkwan.”

Vernon and Seungkwan, they’ve been friends since middle school. Both of them count themselves lucky to have grown up with each other’s influence and attend the same college. Vernon loves Seungkwan. He’s funny, kind, smart, respectful, and in some ways, the polar opposite of him. Seungkwan’s always had this effortless, well-received charm that makes him easy to adore. So yes, there’s a twinge of hurt and jealousy simmering in the pit of his gut when he sees the way you’re laughing at his texts. 

He draws away from the screen to take in your profile, admiring the way the moonlight cradles your features so gracefully, Do you look like that when I text you?

The evident dejection in his voice causes your fingers to stop clicking against your screen, “Hm?”

Vernon’s eyes bulge out of their sockets, “What?”

You set your phone face down, moving in slow motion as you turn to look up at him, “You said something. What did you say?”

His tongue runs over his lips as he reaches for the crushed up water bottle that sits in between your bodies, “I didn’t say anything.”

You’ve learned to read Vernon like a book, he’s nervous, jumpy. The rare sight only pushes you to prod, because you need to know if what you heard was real and not some weed induced hallucination.

Surely not your Vernon. Not your unfazed and casual bononie, your second pea in a pod, your voice of reason… Is his reasoning finally meshing with yours? 

Has he been visiting you in your dreams? Set up cameras in the confines of your mind to bear witness to the way you get off to the thought of him? Did your telepathy really run that deep?

You shuffle towards him to find out, bracing his shoulders in an attempt to get him to look at you as you corner him against the window, “Hey, no secrets. We have a pact, remember?”

This pact, a silly little swear that was born after you two had a horrible night, drinking your sorrows over something he can’t even recall now. His slurred words come back to haunt him in the dimness of your room, “Promise me we’ll never lie to each other, okay?”

His once relaxed body tenses up, focus falling on the lack of distance between your bodies. The beat of his heart picks up as the warmth of your palms soaks through his jacket. Your touch isn’t even skin to skin and it’s already dissolving his defenses, making him suck in a deep breath before looking into your eyes.

You widen them, shaking your head to wordlessly encourage him into repeating his sentence, and to your surprise he actually does, “I uhm. I asked—” He looks out the window, finding the courage to confess, “I asked if you look like that when I text you.”

The grip you have on him softens up, but your gaze remains unwavering, “Like how?”

His voice goes meek, but he doesn’t even think about looking away, “You know, all happy and stuff.”

Vernon watches you retract, sitting back on your calves as you let the confession marinate in the air between you. The besotted piece of you wants to have full faith in his unspoken statement, but the smoked through blunts on the tray are mocking you. Pushing the false narrative that this might all be coming from the weed and not from his heart. 

He follows your attention to the tray, wondering why you’re so focused on the burnt-through ends that lay there. 

His breath gets caught when he turns back to see you slowly making your way over to him, crawling through his spread legs to reach over and pick up the remainder of the blunt. You inspect the flattened roll carefully before meeting his glossy eyes, “Vernon… Is this coming from here?” Gently, you settle your free hand on his chest, flattening it there to feel his heart slam against your fingertips for a couple seconds, “Or from here?”

He wonders why you even need the answer to such an obvious question. In his mind, he’s been nothing but firm on where he stands with you since the day you’ve met, you just always seemed to laugh his words off. Maybe you thought it was all some silly bit, but now that you’re asking so sincerely, he’ll lay all the doubts you have to rest. 

Hesitation is nonexistent as Vernon places his hand down on the one you have on his chest, squeezing it ever so softly, “From here, only ever from here.” He’s closer to you than he’s ever been, breath shaky from the surge of emotions running through his body. His grip gets a little tighter when you don’t respond, “Is… That okay?”

Words can’t make it past the muddle in your mind, only allowing you to nod as a grin overtakes your face. Vernon can finally let go of that breath he’s been holding in, letting his body melt into the hug that you’ve captured him in. His state of relaxation is cut short when he feels you settle between his legs, inadvertently pressing his back against the cold glass.

He’s split 50/50. Scorching hot on one side and biting cold on the other, it’s entirely too much for his hypersensitive nerves. When you hear him wince you break off immediately, “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, keeping his eyes trained on the ground in shame, “No, hah—just felt too good.”

Your cheeks flare up, reaching to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Is that off limits?”

His blood’s pumping crazy, feeling the warmth spread throughout his entire body. Despite that, he keeps his voice level, “Do you want it to be?”

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek, thighs pressing together to try and put out the heat you feel radiating between your legs, “No…”

His cock twitches with each flex of your thighs, Vernon’s trying to overcome the drought that the sight of you leaves in his mouth, “Me either,” His hands rub along his tingly thighs in quiet anticipation, “Wanna c’mere?”

The space looks so inviting, how could you not crawl up on his lap? It’s impossible to resist letting your hands fall around his shoulders as he helps you settle comfortably on him.

With all the movement, your blanket finally falls off your shoulders and Vernon can finally see why you kept it over yourself the entire evening. The soft set of your matching camisole and short pajamas leaves nothing to the imagination, it clings along your figure to reveal every dip and curve you’re sculpted with. 

He’s waited long enough, longing fingertips can’t live any longer without your softness, they clutch and grab at all they can reach and relish when you arch your chest into his. Making him shiver run up his spine as he feels your nipples poke through the poor excuse of a top. The sensation rushes his grip to your waist, greedily leading your hips to grind on his clothed cock.

He’s pervading all of your senses, overloading your fuzzy brain with every action, slowly robbing you of your breath as you pant against his lips. They’re so plump and pouty, he can’t hold back from catching them in a kiss where he invades feverishly. Giving into his repressed desires to lead the dominating dance of his tongue. The forced submission has you moaning into his mouth, filling him with pride as you tug him close despite the sharp clash of teeth.

Purposely or not, he’s being sloppy with each wet caress, not discouraged by the drool he can feel starting to drip down to his chin. Unsticking from your mouth with a wet smack only because he can feel his lungs starting to run out of oxygen. Trembling hands reach up to cradle the nape of your neck as he rests his forehead against yours. Shallow chuckles escape him as you both attempt to catch your breath, “This okay?”

You nod in his hold, breathless as you smile against his lips, “More than okay.”

By now your pajama bottoms are beyond wet, sticking to your bareness, but you can feel the bulge straining against his jeans. He’s been so good to you, it’s only natural that you want to repay him, right?

You sliver a heavy palm down his chest, raking over his tight abdomen to put pressure against his pant zipper, batting dark lashes through your glazed over eyes as you rub there, “Want me to take care of this?”

You look so pretty offering to pleasure him like this, and he almost thinks about letting it happen, but there’s something else he’s been dreaming about… 

He takes a hold of your hand to bring it up to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to the back of it’s palm, “I’d rather take care of you.” His lips move to peck your cheek, then higher to tickle the shell of your ear as he whispers into it lowly, “I can feel how wet you are.”

He laughs wholeheartedly when you fall silent, “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s cute.” Vernon starts shimmying your bodies off the bench, hooking his hands under your thighs to carry you to your bed, “Let’s me know just how bad you want it.” 

Your back plops onto the mattress and he doesn’t give you any time to adjust as he tugs your legs off the edge, taking a thumb to mess with the soaked seat of your bottoms, “Let’s take these off, yeah?”

In the time it takes you to rid yourself of the shorts, he drops to the floor. Stomach twisting with pleasure as he’s met with your gleaming folds. Palms quickly move to the pit of your knees to spread you wider for him, the sticky sound of your lips parting plays over the melodies, making his cock jump as he presses your knees flush against the mattress.

The lewd exposition leaves you whining out for him, and when a cold breeze comes in through the open window, the shiver travels directly to your clit, causing your hips to buck up into his face.  

His voice rumbles against the soft flesh of your inner thighs, “Fuck.” 

That’s the only warning he gives before diving into your heat, he rims your fluttering hole before shamelessly running the warm muscle through every one of your folds, occasionally nudging your clit with his nose as he buries his face into you. Making your mind spin when he’d stop to skim over the bud gently.

You’re a mess of twitching hips and huffs above him and he loves the sight, letting you babble around pathetically for some time before complying to your requests of, “More, please baby, more.”

He always knew you’d sound so pretty like this, but his dreams don't do you justice. Your protests lead him to release one of your legs, moving two fingers along your drenched pussy to generously coat them with your wetness before easing them in, “How’s that, hm?”

The soft hum that rumbles from your chest is enough to know that you’re enjoying the feeling. Only a couple seconds pass by before he watches your hands snake their way onto your chest to fondle your tits through your top. He keeps his eyes trained on you, picking up on the way your hips are starting to fall into a light roll.

He pumps into your heat achingly slow as a smug look smears over his features, “That feel good?”

Seeing your reactions just eggs him on more, curling his fingers inside of you to watch your face scrunch up in pleasure as he begins to lap at your clit delicately. Sensitive nerve endings receiving all the low vibrations of his ridiculing voice as he murmurs there, “‘Course it does, huh? You wouldn’t be squeezing me so tight otherwise.”

Your hips match up with the thrust of his fingers, shoving your fists into your comforter as he continues to relentlessly massage that sensitive spot from within. Your moans lose their breathiness, growing more guttural as the light lashes against your clit becomes constant, the tip of his tongue swirling endlessly against the bud with no mercy. 

He doesn’t dare put up a fight when you cross your legs around his neck, trembling thighs smothering him as you grind yourself against his face, “‘m so close han, please don’t—.”

The ache in your raspy voice has him groaning into your heat, slipping in a third finger to your sopping hole to try and make you feel full and boy, does it work. You imagine he's stuffing you full of his cock and the thought alone propels you over the edge, clamping around his fingers as a wave of ecstasy suddenly comes crashing down on your core, “ah, hmm—fuck!”

Only his lungs are relieved to have your legs go limp around his neck because every other part of him already misses the feeling of your pulse on his tongue. He licks up the release of your orgasm, going as far to trace the line of arousal that had dribbled between your cheeks and onto your puckered rim. He enjoys the sharp groan you let out as his tongue collects the sticky mess there, using his hands to spread the fat of your ass so he can make sure to get everything.

You whine, “Ah—shit. Wait, c’mere.”

A small twinge of worry settles on his face, “You don’t like it?”

“That’s not it.” You sit yourself up, fingers tugging his body to get him to stand up. When he does, you aim straight for the zipper on his jeans, looking up at him, “Just gotta feel you.”

He taps around his pockets before grimacing, eyes falling shut in defeat, “I didn’t bring a condom.”

You successfully manage to free him from the denim, immediately shoving a hand beneath his briefs to tug on his angry cock, “Did I ask?” He looks at you like you’re insane, but you only reply with a broad smile, “I’m on the pill, don’t worry—just fuck me.”

His brain buffers then and there, wondering if he's dreaming. Hoping he’s not because if he is, there’s no way in hell he’s ever going to wake up.

The sting of silence makes you slowly lose your grip on his length, “Unless… You don’t want to?”

That’s all it takes for him to snap out of it, removing his jacket then moving onto his pants as he keeps his gaze trained on you, “ No. Of course I want to, just uh, tell me where you want me.”

You pull him by his shirt, bringing his body down on top of yours so he sandwiches you between himself and the mattress. From here you can feel his hot weight throb against your tummy, “Don’t care, just wanna feel you close.” 

He looks at you with a lazy smile that you can’t help but reciprocate. He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, “How about you turn on your side?”

Cheeks almost hurt from how much you’re smiling, quickly following his request to feel him curl into your backside. Vernon’s hand immediately hooks under the back of your highest knee as you busy yourself with lining him up with your entrance. You feel him twitch in your grasp as you glide his head along your folds, voice strained as it plays in your ears, “Don’t tease.”

His smugness from earlier transferred over to your harsh grip, “Not a nice thing to do, huh?”

He can’t argue, not when paradise is sitting right at the tip of his cock, “Sorry, you just looked so—”

Without warning, you sink yourself on his head, hot, wet hole tapering his sentence into a curse, “Fuuck me.”

He fills you up more than you anticipated, voice not sounding as firm as you wish it would, “Sh-shouldn’t I be the one asking that?”

Fingernails dig into the skin of your leg as his grip tightens, spreading you open so he can feed you more of his length, “Whatever you say, baby.”

His use of a pet name triggers a flutter around his cock, he tries to take a peak between your legs, but comes up short, falling in the crook of your neck instead, “Fuck—She keeps sucking me in.”

He refers to your pussy as ‘she’, cute. Who are you to not play into his bit? You’ll do anything to feel him deeper, voice coming out strangled as you plead for him to fill you up, “She needs more.”

“Oh? Say less.”

He raises your leg up higher to finish sliding the rest of his cock in without delay, “Like that?” He leaves you gasping and without the chance to respond before pumping into you once.

Hips naturally fall on a languid pace to get you accustomed to his girth. Rolling against your ass slowly to hear your pussy squelch with each drag in and out. Now that he’s rendered you to a puddle of hitched gasps, his cocky demeanor makes a comeback, “C’mon love, answer me. Is this enough for her?”

Just as your lips part he tugs on one of your unsuspecting nipples, nudging his nose into the skin of your neck, “Need to know where your head is.”

It’s far gone, you can see it drifting further away with each slight brush that his tip gives your sweet spot. Nothing else seems to matter though, not when he’s filling you so perfectly..

Your hands reach behind you to thread into his hair, yanking him impossibly close so he can hear your shattered voice through the obscene squelch of your pussy, “F-feels so fucking good.”

He takes in a deep breath of your scent, further disorienting his senses as everything about you begins to pickle his brain, “Yeah? Here, look—” The hand holding your leg lets go to come up and meet with your lips, perching two fingers on the plush of your lower lip so you’d open up for him.

Raw instinct forces your tongue roll out to accept the digits, coating his fingers in drool as he fuck into you at a steady pace now. When the slobber rolls down in between the skin of his fingers he pulls them away, immediately swirling the slick digits against your puffy clit.

The sensation makes your legs close shut, but that doesn’t get him to stop. Instead, he comes up to lick at the shell of your ear, harsh huffs tickling the skin there, “Keep these legs open for me, yeah?”

It’s a devastating plea that your burning thighs automatically give into, holding themselves in the air as his hips continue to smack against the flesh of your ass. The sound is wet and vulgar, only encouraging him to plunge in deeper. You both let out a wince as you start to push against his thrusts. Your obedience mixed with your neediness earns you a wet kiss on the neck, “That’s my girl, just like that.”

His girl, yeah, you could get used to the sound of that.

Confessed mumbles of how long he’d been craving your pussy spill into your overloaded mind. The tautness in his voice spreads a heat throughout your entire body that slowly begins to pool below your belly button. Vernon tries to hold back his moans as your pulsing walls slowly start to cave in on his length. His free hand finds its way on the expanse of your neck, squeezing there to hold you in place because you’re starting to move yourself up on the mattress.

He can feel each one of his actions coming right back to wreak havoc on his cock, and when he bites on your shoulder to try and keep his noises to a minimum the tension in your tummy finally snaps. Making your gummy walls contract on his twitching length.

His teeth sink deeper into your skin at the feeling, and in his cum begins to spill into your tight cunt, the gravely moans he’s been holding in finally sound in the room. Overexerted hips buck up a few times as the last of his release fills you to the brim. 

He stills in your heat till your breaths come back to normal. Holding you close as he slowly starts to pull out, only getting midway when you both hear his heavy load bubble out of your spent pussy, hot cum leaking over each bulged out vein lining his cock. Reflexively, his hips thrust themselves back in.

Overstimulation finally catches up to your singed nerves, “Fuck, dude.”

He apologizes quickly, hugging you tight as he nuzzles himself into the top of your spine, “Sorry, just missed the warmth.”

A spent chuckle manages to leak through your hoarse voice, “Don’t worry, it’s not going anywhere.”

Vernon kisses over the harsh bite mark he’s left on your shoulder, “Promise?”

You hiss, holding out a weak pinky behind your back, smiling when he winds his around it tightly, “Of course. No lying, remember?”

-

shoutout to however caught the bite me sneak lmao

kim mingyu x fem reader

this is part 2 of my sexting au I posted last week! you can check out part 1 here

pwp, smut with fluff at the end, MDNI!

warnings: switch mingyu, fingering, cum eating, protected penetration, he has a big dick, size kink if you squint.

6k hehe

note: thank you so much for the support on the first part♡ I hope you like this and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes

Kim Mingyu: come to my place at 8 so we can arrange everything🙏

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Kim Mingyu: guys I told Seokminnie to come at 9😊 [15:36 pm]

Kim Mingyu: and don’t forget to bring the stuff on the list😁

The new text from the group chat made exclusively for tonight’s surprise party lights up your screen, taking your attention away from the tv show you were watching.

You have the urge to ask why he decided the time on the same day, but you don’t. You have a feeling that things are still a little awkward, and you never talked much anyways so it would be weird.

These few days, even if you tried not to, the only thing occupying your mind was your little chat with Mingyu.

Can sexting change your view of a person? That sounds so stupid. You were never mean to him, on purpose at least, and you would always think twice before going somewhere if he was going too. But now, you find yourself a little excited at the idea of seeing him.

You have about four hours to get ready and half an hour to get to Mingyu’s place. There’s plenty of time, so you finish the episode of New Girl you were re-watching and begin to get ready.

You absolutely do not think about seeing Mingyu for the first time since your… conversation. Not during your shower, where you shave your whole body. Not while picking a cute outfit you don’t usually wear that flatters your body and shows off your boobs. And absolutely not while doing your make up, you just happen to choose a red lipstick that has been sitting collecting dust since you bought it. There’s nothing wrong with trying different things sometimes!

Looking in the mirror, you realize that maybe you went a little overboard, not enough so that your friends would think it’s on purpose, but it is definitely noticeable.

Whatever. You’ll welcome whatever attention you might get. There’s no time to change anyway, you have to leave now or you’ll be late, so you grab your purse and go out.

You were tasked to bring the cake, so you drop by the cake shop a few blocks from your home and take a taxi afterward. It was a simple two tiered pink cake that said “Happy Birthday," but looking at it, already seated on the cab, you can’t help feeling like you’re forgetting something.

Checking the list over and over again doesn’t help, it only says “cake" and your name beside it. You’re thinking about what could possibly be so obviously necessary that no one thought to write it down. And then you remember, CANDLES! Painfully, obviously and pretty needed for a birthday cake.

It’s too late to go back now because you’re already 2 minutes away.

It’s fine.

It’s completely fine.

You’re sure someone else might have thought about it and will bring some. Mingyu has to have candles around just in case the power goes out. Maybe in the box there’s a candle the cake shop puts just in case.

The taxi leaves you at 8 pm sharp at Mingyu’s building. You try to calm down during the elevator ride, and it’s not until you’re at the door, knocking, that you remember at whose house you’re at. And realize that it’s just a little bit too quiet inside.

Mingyu opens the door, knowing it’s you on the other side. You’re always the first one to arrive.

You know you should be more put together, but you’re left without words at the sight of him. His hair is pushed back, a little wet still. He was probably on the shower while you were on the way. His outfit is simple, black jeans and a white t-shirt, but it somehow looks amazing on him. You wonder how does someone make a plain white t-shirt look so good. It’s almost unfair to everyone else.

Too lost in thought, you don’t realize you have the same effect on him. He’s left breathless by the sight of you. He thinks you have never looked this beautiful.

A door opens at the end of the hallway, and the sound takes you both out of your trance. He’s the first one to speak.

“Hey sorry come on in.” Mingyu says with an embarrassed tone you almost don’t catch. He moves to the side to let you through and speaks up again. “You’re first like always.”

“Yeah they can’t be punctual at all." You’re standing awkwardly looking at the cake in your hands while he closes the door.

“Should I put this in the fridge?" Your eyes point to the cake Mingyu didn’t register before. “Sure let me -" He tries taking it from your hands, but you back away.

“I can do it.” It comes out drier than you want to, so you look him in the eyes and show him a little smile. Even if your “friendship” didn’t change drastically in a matter of days, you don’t want to still have a rocky relationship. That seems to make him relax. “There should be enough room.” You hear him say as you’re walking towards the kitchen.

You know his apartment like the palm of your hand by now. It seems like he’s the only one willing to have many people over at once, so the hangouts are always here.

He follows behind you and stands in the kitchen while you try to figure out the best way to store it without getting it damaged.

“Oh I should tell you I forgot the candles, I’m sorry I don’t know why I didn’t think about it but I remembered on the way here and it was too late, but I thought maybe you had some here but if not we can just ask the guys I’m sure some of them aren’t even on the way yet and-" You turn around after you place the cake on the fridge and you blurt out the apology, only to find Mingyu standing right behind you.

He's so close you can smell his cologne. The one he always uses that you secretly love and wish you could steal, but he doesn’t have to know that. His body so close to yours does not affect you. In any way.

“I bought them don’t worry.” You sigh, relieved that you didn’t ruin anything with your stupid mistake.

“Oh thank God" You start and look up to look at him in the eyes, “Thank you really, I was panicking on the elevator I thought I ruined the cake because-"

“You should be a rapper." Mingyu suddenly interrupts you.

“What?” You look at him, very confused by his statement, and he just laughs.

“You just said 50 words in like two seconds.” He adds in between laughs.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You punch him lightly on one arm, “I was actually worried!” You really try to sound mad, but his laugh is awfully contagious and brings you to laugh with him.

“I don’t think you spoke that many words to me in years." He suddenly says, still laughing, but your smile dies slowly, because you realize he’s right.

“Yeah well…” You’re looking at him directly in the eyes. His smile is still plastered on his face, a little faded but there nevertheless.

Your eyes move to the side, to not make eye contact with him as you say “Things change.”

The atmosphere changes as fast as a heartbeat. You’re suddenly very aware of your body so close to his. Mingyu’s gaze wander to your lips a second too long before it goes back to your eyes. Slowly, he begins closing in the space between your bodies. You step back but find yourself caged in between him and the counter.

His warmth embraces you when he places an arm on your side to cage you in more. He has to crouch to look you right in the eyes. “How?” You barely register his question, his closeness making you dizzy. “What?”

“What changed?” For sure he’s trying to take a reaction out of you, and you hate that he’s succeeding. But you can have your fun too.

“You know… when you make a guy cum in his pants your relationship changes.”

He doesn’t seem affected by your response, quite the opposite actually, he might be enjoying it judging by the smirk forming on his mouth.

“You know damn well I did not cum in my pants”

“Didn’t you? Huh… Guess I wasn’t that impressed because I would remember otherwise.” Impressed you were. And remember you do. But you like annoying him.

He sighs, acting shocked as he puts his right hand on his chest. “How could you?” You don’t resist it and start laughing at his silliness.

But his arms are back to caging you in a millisecond. “I’ll have to make you remember then.”

You can’t resist it when your eyes drop from his eyes to his lips, suddenly calling to you like he’s got you under a spell. He seems to notice because his smirk makes a reappearance.

So slow you barely even notice. His face comes closer by the second. It's so slow he’s for sure doing it on purpose.

“And how would you do that, may I ask?” Now it’s your turn to smirk as your eyes go up back to his eyes, defying him.

His face is so close now that you can feel his breath on you. Your lips are only separated from his by bare millimeters. You’re about to tilt your chin up to connect them when someone knocks on the front door.

Mingyu drops his head as he sighs and separates from you a few inches. Your hands find their way to his chest and push him back a little to draw his attention.

“You should probably get that.” His head goes back up at your words and gives you a disappointed look.

His gaze goes down to your lips. “I don’t want to.” You smile at his reaction, you don’t really want it either but more people are going to start showing up so you need to get going. The person outside knocks again and you push him one more time, a little harder this time so he gives you space to leave his arm prison.

“Go! I’ll start putting up decorations.”

He gives up and let’s his arms go from the counter, but you don’t move. You watch his form as he turns around and walks to the door.

You were always amazed at how tall he was, his broad shoulders and strong back that somehow ended in a tiny waist. Somehow what he was wearing today accentuated all of that.

The door opens, and you hear Mingyu welcoming whoever was outside.

The night goes as smoothly as it could have. When Seokmin arrives, everyone shouts happy birthday, and he looks genuinely surprised. But then you all find out he actually knew because Soonyoung accidentally told him yesterday. Wonderful evening.

After all the singing and shouting, someone you can’t see puts music and the drinks start rolling in. You had no idea there was that much alcohol at the party to make like 15 people drunk but you’re not complaining.

It's already 4am when you start feeling the effects of alcohol leave your body.

You’ve been sitting on the couch watching Wonwoo destroy everyone at Mario Kart. You don’t dare to try to play against him, so you just sat back to laugh.

Everyone eventually grows bored of the game. Some go back to their homes, but you and a few others stay to hang out.

Mingyu, on the other hand, started tidying up when people started leaving. He doesn’t mind people staying over, but he prefers cleaning now, so he doesn’t have to do it when he wakes up. He’s still listening to the conversation, though, throwing in a few comments here and there or laughing.

When he finally finishes it’s a little over 4:30 am. There’s no room on the couch and he doesn’t want to sit on the floor, so he stands against the wall facing the group.

You’re sprawled out on the couch, resting your legs on top of Vernon’s who’s sitting at the other end. The guys are debating about… something. You stopped understanding a while ago. You just laugh when someone says something funny.

It’s when Mingyu comments about something Wonwoo said that you notice he finished with whatever he was doing, standing there in his full glory. Your eyes can’t seem to move away from him, and you don’t resist it either. His hair is now messy, and he's sweating a little bit. He catches you staring and raises his eyebrows. You shrug in response.

The chatter becomes background noise as you two play a staring game. You don’t dare move your eyes off of him, and he doesn’t either. After a few minutes, you motion a “What?” With your mouth.

He grabs his phone without breaking eye contact, but ultimately does to unlock it and starts texting someone. You realize that someone is you when his gaze is back at you, and your phone vibrates in your back pocket.

No one is paying attention to you. The guys are still debating, maybe about something else now, so you grab your phone without getting noticed. The only person who notices is Vernon because you move your legs off of him, but he doesn’t even glance at you, just re positions himself.

Kim Mingyu: so how long are you staying? [4:33 am]

You look up at Mingyu with an incredulous look and he just motions for you to reply.

You: wow no emojis this time

Kim Mingyu: I’m being serious😔

When you look at him he’s actually making the same face as the emoji. Cute.

You: for how long am I welcomed? [4:34 am]

Kim Mingyu: you can stay however long you please

You: I was thinking I might leave when the guys leave

You: but they seem to have a lot of energy today

Kim Mingyu: I can tell them to leave [4:35 am]

You: you want me to leave that badly?

Kim Mingyu: I want you to stay.

Kim Mingyu: but I don’t want them to be here

You giggle at his response. That definitely draws attention to you because Seungkwan asks “Who’s got you giggling like that?”

“No one.” You rush to reply, and hope no one sees your eyes dart to Mingyu before adding “You don’t know him.”

The interest dies soon enough, but you know Seungkwan will ask you again later.

Your eyes find their way back to Mingyu’s to find him already looking at you, waiting for you to text him again. You raise your eyebrows before going back to your phone.

You: don’t be mean they’re your friends! [4:37 am]

Kim Mingyu: when I’m done with you you’ll thank me

You: done with me?🤔

Kim Mingyu: you’ll see…

Kim Mingyu: do you want to stay? [4:38 am]

You: only if you make me breakfast in the morning

You: I hear you’re a really good cook

He doesn’t reply, instead he starts subtly kicking everyone out, saying stuff like “hey guys it’s getting late" and “you’re all gonna be wrecked tomorrow".

Someone jokes “that’s him politely asking us to get the fuck out", and everyone laughs as they start picking up their stuff.

You also start grabbing your stuff and cleaning around you, although slower that everyone else.

It’s around 5 am when the last few start heading out the door. You get asked how you’re leaving. You lie and say you called an Uber, and you’ll just wait here for it.

You’re back on the couch as Mingyu closes the door after the last person leaves, awkwardly sitting while waiting for him.

Butterflies show up on your stomach when Mingyu appears on the hallway, walking straight to you with a smile on his face.

The atmosphere feels awkward as he sits beside you.  You want to say something, but your mind is blank. There’s really only one thing you can think about.

Mingyu opens his mouth to speak but you get up and sit on his lap, one leg on each side of his hips.

“So what’s with all that talk earlier?” Your hands position themselves on his shoulders almost like they’re meant to be there.

Mingyu’s shocked for a second before he focuses his eyes on your lips and licks his.

“C-Can we talk about what h-happened the other day first?” He mentally kicks himself for stuttering. But his words contradict his actions, his hands are around your waist keeping you in place, and his eyes don’t leave your lips, like he’s on a trance.

“What happened was…” You grab the side of his face and get close to his ear to whisper “You got horny because of me, and I helped you.” Slowly, you go back so you can see his blushed face. “Is that right?”

But blushing doesn’t prevent Mingyu from teasing you too. “Acting like you weren’t practically begging for me huh?” His hands slowly travel from your waist to your thighs.

“Says the one who actually begged to cum.” You try your luck and grind softly against his growing bulge and he squeezes your thighs, closing his eyes lightly.

“You liked it.”

“I did, yeah." Now your hands are on his very firm chest. Mingyu sighs as you grind on him again, a little harder this time. Your faces are so close you feel his breath fanning over you, and you can’t resist your eyes when they focus on his parted lips.

When he opens his eyes again there’s only one thing on his mind, the thing that has been plaguing him since you arrived so many hours ago.

“Can I kiss you?” Mingyu says softly, almost in a whisper.

“I thought you wanted to talk?” You grind on him, hard enough to feel his already hard bulge, and you feel how your panties get ruined by your arousal.

“You’re funny.”

“I get that a lot.” Mingyu’s hands go back to your waist to make you grind on him again, setting a pace that’s not fast but hard enough to create more friction between your cores.

Electricity flows between your bodies. You wrap your arms around Mingyu’s neck, your faces barely millimeters apart. His lips are still parted, just like yours, releasing little sighs that almost make your lips barely touch.

“Please.” He pleas in a whisper, and you swear a million butterflies explode in your stomach. You can’t resist it anymore. You can't resist him.

You connect your lips with his, and Mingyu reacts almost instinctively. He wraps his arms around your waist, almost as if to keep you from getting away. As if you ever could.

The feeling of his lips against yours is addictive. He’s kissing you like he wants to erase any trace of anyone who has ever kissed you, making your lips his, so needy and hungry for more.

He thrusts up, making you moan in his mouth, and takes the opportunity to meet his tongue with yours, deepening the kiss and making you more addicted to him. If that’s even possible.

Mingyu’s hands start roaming your body, traveling from your waist to your thighs, then up to your neck. Your skin burns everywhere he touches, and you want more. You want to feel him everywhere all at once.

Your hands play with the hem of his shirt. You lift it up just a little so you can touch his abs without fabric in the way. You feel him smile against your lips at your touch.

He breaks the kiss and you chase after his lips. When you open your eyes you find him smirking at you. His lips are swollen and he’s stained red all around because of your lipstick, you figure you look the same. “Eager are we?"

“Yes very in fact.” You grab the hem of his shirt again and push it up. “Take this off.”

He obliges, but not before laughing softly at your eagerness. You follow his moves and also remove your tiny top. You can’t move your eyes away from his bare chest, and your hands immediately touch him, but he stops you.

“This too.” His hands sneak behind your back to unclasp your bra.

As soon as the bra is off you push yourself against him and kiss him again. His hands are quickly on your tits, thumbs going in circles around your nipples.

“Ah! You’re making me crazy.” You manage to say almost in a moan.

The clothes in your lower bodies soon begin to annoy the both of you, the friction is no longer enough.

Reluctantly, you get up, now it’s his time to chase after your lips.

Mingyu understands immediately and also gets up. You remove your shorts while he gets rid of his jeans, and in no time, you're sitting on top of him again. Only your underwear in between you now.

You trace kisses down his neck, leaving marks so he has a reminder of you for a few days. His now fully hard dick presses against your clit just right. Your panties are so soaked they’re beginning to stain Mingyu’s boxers too.

He kisses you hard to quiet down both of your moans, as his hands sneaks down to your core and his fingers start stroking your pussy through your panties.

“You’re so wet already.”

“That’s because you’ve been teasing me for like 20 minutes.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No.” You roll your eyes playfully. “But if you don’t actually touch me in the next five seconds I’m going to lose my mind.”

He chuckles, and you think he’s about to kiss you again, but you’re starting to learn that Mingyu is a man full of surprises.

In a swift move, he turns your body around, your back now against his chest, and spreads your legs wide. One hand sneaks under your panties while the other plays with one of your boobs.

You quickly turn into a moaning mess as he starts circling around your clit and pinches your nipple. But it’s not enough. “Mingyuu.” It comes out more whiny than you’d like, but right now that’s the least of your worries.

“Tell me.” His finger slow down but also press harder. You squirm under him and he kisses your neck softly. “What do you want? Tell me.”

“I-I need your fingers.” Your words barely get out.

“But I am touching you” He feigns confusion. His fingers stroke from your hole to your clit, collecting your arousal and spreading it.

“Inside.” You grind on his fingers in hope of getting more friction, but he slips his hand away from you. You see his fingers glisten with arousal and feel a new wave gushing out of you. “Please.”

You don’t see, but rather feel Mingyu smile against your neck. “Whatever you want baby.”

His hand is back under your underwear in no time, playing with your hole and collecting your juices with his fingers. You grind against his hand as he slides two fingers in.

Not even your imagination could have prepared you. His thick fingers stretch you more than you ever could, and the slow but deep thrusts let you feel him in places your fingers could never reach. You can’t hold back the moans that comes out of you.

“Oh my God! Mingyu faster please!” You’re not ashamed to beg anymore.

His palm is creating friction on your clit while his other hand is still playing with your nipples, and he thrusts into you faster.

You pace your grinds to match his hand and you’re sure this is what heaven feels like. You feel the tightness in your stomach close to snapping.

“I’m so close!” You breathe out.

Mingyu slows down his thrusts and you’re about to complain when you feel him add a third finger. He’s stretching you deliciously, knuckles deep inside you. You can feel him everywhere.

“Cum on my fingers c’mon” He demands as he speeds up. His fingers reach the spongy spot inside you that makes you jelly and abuse it.

You’re cumming on his fingers faster than ever. Shaking on top of him as he thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, helping you ride out your orgasm.

When he finally pulls his fingers out of you, you’re still breathless. Mingyu surprises you again when he moves his slick covered fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.

You remove your panties once and for all and turn around. You feel his still hard cock under you and he winces at the friction.

“That was really hot.” You state, and his whole face turns red.

“I’m not done with you.” In one swift movement, you have your back against the couch and your head on the armrest. “I really wanna eat you out.”

And who are you to stop such a determined man? You grab his face and kiss him hard, tasting your arousal in him. “Okay.”

He starts a trail of kisses on your thigh, slowly going down until he reaches your cunt, but skips it and starts kissing your other leg. You whine in response as you grab his head and put it back on your core. You feel his breath on your bare cunt and shiver.

He looks at you in the eyes and barely licks your lower lips. You sigh at the little contact. “Stop teasing.”

His hands open up your legs and he flattens his tongue on your lips, licking in up and down motions and kissing your clit.

When he experimentally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, you moan and instinctively close your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.

With his head now trapped in between your thighs, his tongue licks you from your clit and to your hole, tasting and savoring your arousal like it’s his last meal.

He toys with your clit and your hands find themselves in his hair again, pushing him more against your cunt. He moans when you pull at his hair, sending vibrations straight to your core and you feel a wave of arousal gushing out of you and to his mouth.

His tongue teases your hole, stroking the tip in and out lightly. You push his head into you again and his nose bumps into your clit, taking a moan out of you.

“Feels so good" You grind against his tongue as it keeps teasing your hole and his nose stimulates your clit.

Your orgasm hits you hard and fast and you’re cumming on Mingyu’s mouth in no time. He keeps his mouth on you, licking every last drop of arousal that gushes out. You have to pull at his hair to make him stop.

When he lifts his head up from you, his chin is shiny with arousal and he’s smiling.

You waste no time and make him sit on the couch again, “Now it’s tour turn."

You kneel on the floor as you remove his boxers. Even after seeing him on video and feeling him under you, you were not prepared to see how big Mingyu actually was.

His cock springs out against his stomach, angry red and already leaking pre cum.

It barely fits in your hand, and he sighs at your touch. You give a few experimental pumps but he stops you.

“I don’t have much longer. Do you have a condom?”

“You wanna be inside me that bad?”

“Yes.” He responds quickly. You chuckle as you grab your purse. You find the one you put while getting ready and open it.

He squirms under your hands as you put it on him. As soon as the condom is on, he grabs you and gets you on top of him again. You both sigh as your cores touch.

You grind on him, covering his cock with your juices and you both moan as he traces your neck with bites and kisses.

“Looks who’s teasing now.”

“It’s fun seeing you frustrated.” You stop your movements and he looks at you frowning. You can’t resist his sudden cuteness and give him a peck as you resume grinding on him. His tip grazes your clit and you shiver.

“You’re making me crazy.” He breathes out and you can’t help to chuckle.

“Can you cum like this?”

“I want to cum inside you.” His whiny response takes you by surprise.

His hands grab you by the waist and lift you up. With one hand you grab his cock and position it under your hole.

You steady yourself putting your hands on the back of the couch and slowly start going down.

If you thought his fingers reached places no one ever has before, then you’re sure his dick is creating more space for you to feel him. You can feel every vein dragging inside of you.

You suppress your moans by kissing him and he sighs in your mouth when you bottom out.

You’re so full you’re having trouble breathing. He keeps you still, giving you time to adjust. Even the tiniest move makes him twitch inside of you.

“You’re so fucking big Mingyu.”

“I told you I would make it fit.” He wraps his arms around your waist and brings you to him to kiss you. You moan, feeling him grind inside you, and he stills.

You start grinding on him slowly. You’re sighing on each other’s mouths, savoring every drag of his dick inside of you, feeling him reach deeper with every thrust.

Your hands travel to his chest and start playing with his nipples. He thrusts up when you pinch one nipple lightly, hitting exactly where you need it and making you moan louder, so you do it again.

“Yes like that Mingyu.” That encourages to start thrusting up harder and matching your pace.

One of his hands creeps down to your cunt and start playing with your sensitive clit, still wet from his spit, and the other plays with one of your nipples.

You start clenching around him, eliciting a moan out him.

“You’re so tight around me baby.” He says almost in a moan. “I'm so close."

His thumb is still playing with your swollen clit, making you squirm and clench so hard it’s hard to keep grinding on him. You collapse on his chest and he embraces you as he fastens his moves.

He's thrusting so deep and hard, you're sure he's marking you as his. Ruining you for any other man,  spelling his name in your insides so you're forever his.

Your bodies are so close together that your clit is rubbing against his abs, a friction you've never experienced but it makes the tightness on your stomach come so close to snapping you can almost taste it.

A few hard thrusts later you’re coming undone on top of him. But his thrusts don’t stop, chasing his high while you’re clenching around him, making him go crazy. You’re staring to feel the overstimulation when you feel him twitch inside you, and his thrusts come to a stop.

You stay like that, your head on his shoulder and hos arms around your waist while you regulate your breaths. Your torsos pushed together allow you to feel the beating of his heart.

Mingyu relaxes his arms from around you and you release yourself from his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck and look him in the eye.

“So what did you want to talk about?” He chuckles at your question.

“I’m still inside you and you want to talk?” His reply sends shivers down your spine and you unconsciously clench around him. He drops his head back in a sigh and his hands find their way to your hips.

“Are you staying over?” Mingyu looks at you with puppy dog eyes, and even if you wanted to, you couldn’t say no to him. You just nod as an answer and he smiles like you just gave him a million dollars.

He surges forward to kiss you and you both wince at the stimulation from the sudden movement. “I think we should get up.” You chuckle with his mouth still on yours.

He helps you get up and you instantly miss the fullness of having him inside.

While you grab your clothes from the floor, he disposes of the condom and goes to his bedroom. He comes back with one of his shirt to hive to you. Your stomach give a little jump at the idea of sleeping with his t-shirt as he shows you where the bathroom is so you can clean up.

When you finish and go to Mingyu’s bedroom, he’s waiting for you already inside the covers, smile still plastered on his face. You sit on the bed and give him a peck, but he doesn’t let you go as he deepens the kiss and hugs you close to him.

“Mingyu the sun is about to come up we need to sleep.” You manage to say with his lips on yours and he smiles. You separate but neither of you make any moves to go to sleep. You lay facing each other, admiring each other’s features in silence, when he suddenly says.

“Can I confess something?” That definitely wakes you up.

“You’re not a murderer are you?” You joke and he shakes his head as he puts one string of your hair behind your ear.

“I know we didn’t really liked each other until a few days ago…" He says, now with a serious expression on his face, and you listen carefully. “and I’m not saying this just because you made me cum on the phone…” He continues very seriously but you can’t help to chuckle lightly. Mingyu removes his eyes from you a little embarrassed by what he’s about to say, “and I don’t know why you sent me that photo the other day and I might be embarrassing myself saying this but, I think I kinda like you and I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

You stay in silence a few seconds, processing what Mingyu just said. He doesn’t dare to look at you.

“Can I confess something too?” Your question makes him look at you again, with those puppy eyes you’re learning you’re too soft for. “I sent that picture by accident the other day.” He looks worried, fearing that what you’re saying means you’re rejecting him, so you quickly continue, “but I don’t regret it.” You see a little smile appear on his lips. “I think we were very stupid not talking all these years, we could’ve save a lot of time if you just showed me your monster cock before!” You can’t help to joke to lighten the serious mood and he laughs with you.

You grab his face and give him a little peck. “I think I might like you too, but we need to see how it goes first.”

He smile grows impossibly wider at your words. “Let me take you on a date tomorrow.”

You chuckle at his eagerness, he’s too cute for his own good. “Ok let’s go out tomorrow.”

He hugs you and brings you closer to him again, taking his time sweetly kissing you while his hands sneak under his shirt to touch your skin.

In a swift motion Mingyu traps you under him again, your back on the mattress and he presses against you to let you feel his already growing bulge. “Oh my god you’re insatiable.” You say as you grind against him, earning a moan out of him. “Look who’s talking.”

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note: thank you so much for the support on the first part♥︎ I'm sorry this ending is kind of abrupt

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