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hans-megaverse · 23 days ago

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𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 (𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖎 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙!

Content: SMUT (mdni), fluffy!!!, idol!mingi dating non-idol!reader, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), softdom!mingi, sub!reader, safe system, soft aftercare, this is actually rly cute

plotless smut, it’s cute, enjoy ✨

His breath was warm on your skin, the back of your neck tickled by his stubble. He had been home for a couple of days at this point on a break and had let it grow a little bit, relieved to have the choice on how to handle it.

You laid awake for a few minutes silent, pretending to remain asleep so that you could drink him in - feeling his eyes on you as your chest gently moved up and down, the feeling of his strong arm around you, holding you close and softly stroking your arm. The still hours of the morning, this ritual of drifting into nirvana in his arms while the room echoed of nothing but your gentle breaths, in sync without even trying.

You let this go on for a little while, just feeling the vibration of his heartbeat against your back, impossibly close but yet, still not close enough. It was enough to make you question if you were really there, in your warm shared bed, with your boyfriend.

He had been busy. Of course, Mingi was always busy. Between his work, his brand deals, his life, you simply had to grow familiar with the fact that while you were the greatest thing in his world, you would have to fit into it in a way that was less conventional than you were used to. But you didn't mind, not really. Not for him.

But this time belonged to the two of you, and the two of you alone. You finally decided to end your sleeping facade, turning to him with a soft smile. You had always felt your stomach leap, your heart skip at the sight of his face - his features sharp and strong, the curl at the corners of his mouth as he smiles, his beautiful eyes, shimmering beneath his brow. He truly was the image of perfection. You once again had to shake yourself internally to remind yourself that you weren't dreaming.

"Good morning," he said, his deep voice thick with the morning, still stroking your skin, "How did you sleep?"

"Perfect," you replied, a yawn hiding beneath your voice, "You were here."

His smile widened as he leaned down, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

"I'm not going anywhere today, I might not even leave this bed," he teased, squeezing you closer. You giggled, "So that means I can't either?"

"Nope," he responded playfully, "I finally have you in arm's reach, I'm not letting you go now. Besides, you sleep like a cat, that means it's illegal for me to move you."

You laughed. He could be ridiculous, but you loved it. You loved everything he did, said.

You'd had a lot of "lessons" in your life. Men, some women. None working out long term, some better than others, some you'd rather not think about. But none of them mattered, because what you had now was better than all of them combined. You had the man who sent you small updates on his day, the man who looked at you like you hung the moon even when you were just cooking in your pajamas, the man who listened intently to every worry, every thought, every joy, every hardship, the man who held you tight and promised to never let go - and you believed him.

As your thoughts drifted into memories, visions of his kindness, his gentleness, the thrill of his touch, you felt him slowly move his hand from your forearm to your waist, the movement natural, as though the curves of your body served as a map for him. You awoke from your daydream to focus in on his gaze.

"What?" you asked. He always stared, like you were art, like he couldn't get enough.

"Just you. You don't know how pretty you are when you get lost," he said, "When your mind settles down."

You blushed, leaning over your side to kiss him. He kissed you back with a hunger in his motion, not rushed, not heavy, but needy. As you hummed your approval, the vibration setting his lips on fire, he kissed you deeper, using his hand on your waist to pull you to lie on your back as he laid on his side beside you. His kiss was enticing, unique. He somehow devoured you, consumed you as his tongue parted your lips and found your own, while handling you delicately, as though you were an orchid under his care, cautious, protective. Your eyes closed, losing yourself in his smell, his taste, you felt him crawl over you, pressing down softly as he held himself up with one arm and moved his other from your hip up to your chest as your breathing sped up, steady but labored with desire. He grinned into your kiss as he noticed your heartbeat increase under his hand. You both slept nude, not wanting anything to come between your skin, and he had never been more thankful for this fact as he moved away from your lips, trailing his down your jaw and neck, alternating between planting small kisses and nipping love bites into your skin, hands exploring your chest as though it was uncharted territory. His hands (and mouth) moved down your body, no rush, no pressure, just the gentlest love you'd ever experienced. He was there to make you feel good, to hear soft curses leave your lips as he swept every single spot that set your nerves ablaze. As his lips trailed down your chest and stomach, he stopped just short of your core, illiciting a quiet whine. He smiled up at you, his sweet baby, as needy for him as he was for you. He reached up to take your hand, lacing his fingers between yours before speaking, his tone quiet, sweet but serious.

"You know what to do if you want me to stop, right?" He checked, confirming that the plan you'd laid out when you first started being intimate was at the front of your mind.

You nodded.

"Yeah, I squeeze your thumb."

He smiled, a dark flicker behind it this time.

"Good girl," he said, unable to hold himself back anymore.

He opened your thighs with one swift movement, placing them on his shoulders as he dove between your legs to find you already dripping for him, hot, in need. He began with soft strokes of his tongue, tracing the nub above your hole in small circles before dipping lower, inside of you, tasting everything you had to give him. He couldn't hold his control any longer, though, squeezing your hand gently to let you know that he was ready to really start, to take you to the place you had been fantasizing about. As you squeezed back to confirm your consent, he became a man possessed. He lapped with greater speed, alternating his attention between your clit and your pussy, focusing on nothing else but your taste and the lewd, quiet noises coming from your mouth. He knew music, and those were better than any song he'd ever made or heard.

As he felt your hips twitch and jut, signaliing your pleasure, he moved his lips up, sucking in your clit and beginning a suckling motion. Between the ministrations of his lips and tongue, you were unable to control yourself, quiet mewls escalating into louder, breathless exclamations of his name. You heard him groan into you, loving the way "Mingi" sounded in your wrecked voice, knowing it was him and him alone that could make you feel this way.

"M-Mingi, it... It's too much, I'm so close, please," you begged, feeling the familiar but distant wave approach you.

This only turned him on more, prompting him to separate his lips from your heat to replace them with his hand, quickly rubbing two fingers along your clit with determination, eyes fixed onto your face as he moved up to be closer to you, his beautiful lips and chin glistening with your arousal.

"Go ahead, baby... Let go, let me feel you lose it," he spoke low and raw into your ear, clearly wrecked himself, "Want to feel you on my fingers... Want you ready for me..."

That was enough to push you over the edge, quickly wrapping your arms around his shoulders, crying out his name and a string of begging pleas as you finish, not even sure what you're begging for, unable to control the noises and words you're making, putty in his hands.

You can feel him smile into your neck as you hold him tight, gently cooing to you as he keeps going, knowing exactly how to taper your pleasure to make it last as long as he can, until you're feeling tears of overwhelm prick at your eyes.

"Mingi, I-I can't take it, I can't..."

He shushed you softly, brushing his lips against your ear, only to whisper, "You can take it. You're my good girl, right? My pretty baby, ruined for me."

He guided you through your orgasm, slowing his hand before removing it as you feel your slick covering it as he trails it down your inner thigh, bringing you down from your high with a comforting, grounding touch.

He leaned over you, both hands on either side of your head now, gazing down at you, a big grin on his face. Oh no. He was starting to get smug.

"You okay, baby?" He asked, his voice dipped in both jest and care.

"I'm fine, I... Please," you babbled, breathing deeply, still coming down a little bit.

"Please what?" He smirked, "Good girls use their words, baby."

"Mingi, please... Please fuck me," you whined, pressing your hips up, trying to reconnect with the friction you had experienced moments before, "Need you."

He chuckled, amused as you melted into a puddle underneath him.

He was ready to oblige you though, struggling with control on his own end as his eyes scanned your body.

He was the only one you felt comfortable with seeing you like that, the only one that made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, the way he worshipped your body. He pressed his hips down to grind teasingly against you once or twice before settling into the cradle of your hips, pressing against your entrance with the gentlest pressure he could manage. Holding himself back, he paused, softly whispering, "Ready?"

He always asked your permission, no matter how needy your moans were or how you ground your body against his, never wavering in his mission to ensure you felt comfortable, held, loved. You nodded at him eagerly, leaning up to kiss his him, a soft beg exiting your mouth as you pulled back.

"Yes, please."

With your consent, he pushed in slowly, eyes never leaving yours as he sunk into your body. You closed your eyes as you felt him, losing yourself in the stretch of him, before his voice pulled you back with a small growl.

"Look at me, keep your eyes open... I want to see you fall apart for me, I want you to look at me while you take me."

You struggled to prop your eyes back open as he pushed deeper, the pleasure flooding you, but you did it for him, knowing he loved to see his girl's eyes shake and shatter, pupils dilating back and forth as he took you over. You wanted to be good for him, he deserved it.

So obeyed you did as his eyes bore into your own, locking you in as he bottomed out, a beautiful groan emanating from him. He sat there for a few moments, drinking in the sight of your already fucked out face, your body and his combined into one. As you whimpered and begged under your breath, he started moving his hips, starting with a slow, deep, controlled pace. He paid attention to everything as your eyes stayed connected, like a lifeline, keeping you on the ground and in your senses while you felt every inch of him move inside you, almost all the way out and then back in as far as he could go, the way your brow furrowed and relaxed, the way your breathing began to lose its steadiness, making note of the way every muscle in your face jumped as you felt him take you.

Judging by your sounds, the way your staggered moans changed pitch and volume throughout the act, he knew you were already starting to feel your release come to you. Not far off himself, he moved to hold himself up again with one hand, his other pulling one of yours from his shoulder and lacing it again, an almost pained groan in your ear as he managed to pant, "Gonna go harder, gonna wreck you... Squeeze me if you need me to stop."

You nodded hurriedly, impatiently rocking your hips against his, ready, wanton moans ripping through you with each wave.

That was all he needed. He began to rut his hips harder, faster, the force pressing you back into the mattress. The room was so warm, smelling of sweat and sex, your combined moans bouncing off the walls against each other.

"Please!" you squealed, "More, more, please... I need you, I need you so bad, Mingi, please!"

You were killing him.

He happily acquiesced your request, railing into you, leaning down to kiss and bite at your collar, rougher than before, almost feral, pulling at your skin with his teeth and soothing it just as quickly with his kisses. His thrusts became sloppy after a bit, untimed, uncontrolled. You knew he was about to reach his own ecstacy, and that pushed you almost off the edge on that knowledge alone.

"Please, baby, fill me up," you begged, pulling him along, trying to push both yourself and him over the edge, "I need it, I need to take all of you."

He couldn't hold back anymore, a broken moan ripping from his throat as he pushed in as deep as he could go, pressing himself as close to you as he could without crushing you, hips slowing but pumping deeply as his release spilled into you, warm, sweet, comforting. You belonged to him, and he you, and you never felt more in his possession than when he came inside, marking you where nobody else was allowed.

As you felt him finish, cock throbbing inside you, you were hyperaware of every nerve in your body, suddenly letting out a yelp as your second orgasm overtook you, his name to follow, shouted, repeatedly. Even after you came down, your body shook, aftershocks of your climax rippling through you.

"Shh," you heard him coo from his spot in the crook of your neck, still fully seated inside of you as he began to soften, "You're okay, baby. I've got you."

It took awhile for you to be able to speak again, only a hoarse whisper coming out, your throat raw from screaming his name just minutes ago.

"I love you," you croaked, still catching your breath, "Love you so much."

"I love you too," he said, smiling at your state, looking up to kiss you, "My good girl."

You laid like that for who knows how long, holding each other, slick with sweat and breathing deeply to steady yourselves.

Eventually, he moved. He slowly and gently pulled out of you, rubbing his thumb against your hand he was still holding as you squirmed with overstimulation. He stood, stretching out his back.

"What do you need?" he said with a smile, ready to take care of his baby as he always did when you finished intimacy, "Water?"

"Water," you agreed, nodding, "A-and a towel, I'm... I'm a mess."

His mess. He secretly loved seeing his seed leak from your body, your pussy wide, reminding you both that he owned it, owned you.

"You got it, lay right there."

He disappeared for a few minutes as you closed your eyes, your deep breathing lulling you to sleep, starting to feel the exhaustion.

"Baby?" he whispered by you, your eyes fluttering open, a small laugh leaving you.

"Oops... You made me tired."

"I'd say I'm sorry but I'm not," he grinned, setting a glass of water on the nightstand.

"I know you're not," you teased back, "But I'm not either. I really do love you."

"I love you more, now let me take care of you," he said, nudging your legs back open, running a warm, damp cloth over your core to clean you up, as gentle as possible with his touch. He cleaned you up, leaning to kiss all over your face as he did, whispering sweet things that made your stomach burn in knots as he did.

After he finished, he smiled at you, looking you up and down to make sure that you were okay. Once he was satisfied with your body language, the way you laid back relaxed, your breathing calm, your face still fixed in an airy, cockdrunk smile, he couldn't help but dote on you one more time.

"You really are so good for me."

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hans-megaverse · 23 days ago

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𝔬𝔫𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡 (𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔧𝔦𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯)

𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔦𝔠 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱, 𝔦 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶’𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶 ✌🏻

(content: SMUT, breeding kink, actual conception, unprotected sex (do not do this unless u mean to pls this is fiction!!!), some fluff, fingering, use of the word “whore”, softdom!jisung, sub!reader, established relationship, idol!jisung dating nonidol!reader, uhhhh I think that’s it sorry if i missed any)

you and jisung are ready to start a family ✨

You couldn’t stop sneaking peeks at the clock, waiting for your set leave time. You were picking him up today, after a year long tour, bringing him home to stay. For now, at least.

He’d been home a few times when he had longer breaks in between shows. Each visit sweet, stung by his exhaustion, and never long enough. But this time, he was all yours, body, and soul.

And this time had an even more exciting string attached.

You’d discussed kids since you first began a serious relationship, both of you expressing enthusiastic interest in becoming parents, especially with each other. You hadn’t been able to marry, you hadn’t been able to be public. There was so much that circumstance wouldn’t allow you to give him, or he you. But this? To give each other the gift of legacy, of lifelong love, of unmatched familial connection, that was something you could give each other if you were careful enough, and you decided that it was time.

The date on the calendar of his homecoming and your most fertile window were perfectly aligned, even more of a sign that this was meant to be. You hadn’t told him yet, though… Not that your body was as ready as you were. You wanted to surprise him with that.

The clock barely struck 10pm when you jolted from your seat, excited and ready to go collect him from the company building. Never directly from the airport, you couldn’t be that obvious. But from the company building, for all anyone knew, you were a driver or a family member.

Underneath your nice navy dress was his favorite set - an innocent white silk and lace matching set that framed your assets with intricate design and a cool, soft touch that kept you aroused and prepared when combined with the memory of what these return encounters with Jisung felt like - like the joy of a lifetime of summers mixed with the depth of a heart attack, almost overwhelming, but just as he took your breath away he always put it right back, a master in tapping into each of your energies.

You drove to the alley behind the way, the easiest spot to avoid being seen. They knew his flight schedule better than even you did, so every precaution was necessary when tiptoeing around the world to be his lover. It wasn’t an easy life, but he was worth everything. A few nervous minutes passed as your throat burned with anticipation, waiting with a loudly thumping heart echoing in your ears to see that back door open.

Finally, your heart made its leap into your throat as the creak echoed of the door opening into the night. And suddenly, there he was, his presence knocking the breath out of you. As he approached the car, he squinted as he looked through the windshield to ensure that you weren’t a fairytale to him, either. One of those giant smiles spread across his face as he saw you, and you couldn’t help but smile back. He picked up his pace, although obviously tired, practically running to your car and all but diving into the passenger seat.

You turned to him with a smile as the door opened in order to greet him, but before you could say anything his mouth was on yours, delivering a sweet, sloppy, smiley kiss. Yep, he was back, alright. Just as he was when you dropped him off.

You sunk into his kiss for a moment before you mutually pulled away, taking a minute to gaze at one another, confirm mentally that this wasn’t a dream.

“Baby,” he broke the silence, because of course he did, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” you replied softly before cursing under your breath, tears starting to sting your eyes, something you’d been trying to work on not doing.

He noticed, concerned at first, reaching up a gentle thumb to wipe away the small tears that slipped down your cheeks.

“Hey, no fair,” he whispered, stroking your cheek again, “You’re not supposed to cry until you lose the “I love you” fight, we didn’t even get past the “I miss you” fight.”

Despite your emotions, your tears spilling at the sheer delight and warmth of his presence, you couldn’t help but laugh. He never failed to make you laugh, smile, to make your heart sing.

“Who said I would let you win this time?” You joked back.

“Let me?! That’s preposterous,” he muttered, “I don’t need your help winning.”

You laughed again, shaking your head, your eyes returning to a non-wet state.

“Well, we’ll see who wins when we get home,” you offer innocently, pulling out of the alleyway and heading toward the apartment you shared in secret.

He caught it.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He had the most expressive face you’d ever seen and you loved it, and you were especially going to love how his face looked over you later, heaven willing.

“Yeah, I have a surprise for you,” you said quietly, deciding to play a little dangerously. You glanced at him before looking back at the road, shimmying your shoulder a bit to drop the sleeve down, just enough for him to notice your lace strap of your bustier.

You heard a low, quiet growl escape his lips as his eyes caught on.

“You did that on purpose,” he pouted, setting a hand on your thigh as you drove, gently sliding it up a bit.

“Hey, I’m trying to drive,” you teased, keeping your eyes ahead.

“Well, then you should’ve thought twice about this, if we die, I want it in the obituary.”

You rolled your eyes a little as you scoffed a laugh, quickly changing tone as you squeaked a bit as he shot his hand up your dress to confirm what he already knew - one, you were wearing the full set he loved so much and two, you were already soaked for him. You inhaled quickly before exhaling, keeping your focus.

“Ji, I’m serious,” you say, smacking his hand away.

He grins.

“You’re gonna pay for that when you get home, you know.”

“I was hoping to pay some dues today,” you preened, feeling bold.

You could practically feel him getting harder next to you as you teased, and you couldn’t have loved it more if you tried. You truly had each other wrapped around your fingers.

He stayed quiet for the most part for the rest of the drive, uncharacteristic but somehow sexy - he was thinking hard about what he was going to do to you and you felt just fine letting him think about it and surprise you with it. As he’d discovered, you were already ready for whatever he had for you.

When you got home, you barely got out of the car and locked the doors before you were being drug through the parking garage, him not caring if you didn’t get a chance to duck past openings, almost feeding off the danger of possibly being seen. Because tonight, none of that mattered, not to him.

In fact, he made sure you knew how ready he was for you.

“So,” he muttered breathily in your ear, stopping in a corridor, empty aside from the sounds of your steps and hot breath, “Do you want to be taken upstairs like a lady or down here like a whore?”

Oh, you LOVED when he talked like that. This side of him wasn’t something you’d assume from the outside, but you loved that. This was just something shared between the two of you. The passion, the intensity, it had you drunk on him and he knew it, grinning as he gently grasped your cheeks with one hand.

“Well?”

“U-upstairs,” you exhaled, submitting nonetheless, “Please.”

He grinned that pretty crooked grin you fell in love with every time you saw it.

“Anything you want.”

His grip loosened, his touch becoming gentler. To him, it didn’t matter which option of intensity you chose, as long as he got to experience you and have you to himself, he’d go as soft or hard as you wanted.

And normally, that wasn’t very soft at all. Most other nights, you’d have teased him into taking you against the parking garage wall, setting off alarms and hiding in the shadows to avoid anyone seeing your escapades. But tonight was special, it wasn’t a memory you wanted to be washed away by rain cleansing evidence of a needy meet up - you were manifesting, something in your heart knew it, tonight was the night you would conceive your first child together.

So upstairs you went, both fighting to keep your hands to yourselves in the elevator, straining every muscle in your bodies to walk casually to your apartment door, entering at separate times as per your precautions.

The minute you walked in, though, the game was on. You felt a gust of air as the door behind you was slammed shut and locked, and suddenly the front buttons of your dress were being fumbled with.

“You tell me if it’s too much, you tell me what you want, okay?” he breathed into your ear as he pulled the dress down, shuddering when he sees you fully exposed in front of him in your angel set. Fallen angel, maybe.

“I want you to fill me up,” you said softly, taking his hands and guiding them to your hips, “I don’t want you to stop or pull out.”

His confidence shook for half a second as he searched your face to ensure you were being serious, honest.

“You mean it, babe?” he said, his voice still silky, but dressed with more formality. He wanted to be very clear before risking something like that.

“Yes, please,” you said with a twinge of whine to your voice, “I-I want it. I want you to give me everything, I want to have your babies.”

He could’ve passed out hearing you say that. Aside from being extremely turned on, he was touched. He felt self conscious often, worried he wasn’t giving you the life you deserved. The secrecy, the distance, the constant on the go. But this meant that you truly didn’t mind like you always told him you didn’t. This meant that you really did want to do this thing called life with him forever.

“… Anything for you, baby,” he finally answered, pulling your hips to his and leaning down to kiss you lovingly, deeply.

You slid your hands up his back and into his hair as you kissed one another, lovingly toying with his soft locks. He groaned softly into the kiss, gently undoing your bustier, pulling it from your body, freeing your breasts.

He reached his hands up to fondle them, lovingly molding them in his hands, his fingers almost painfully gently playing with the stiff peaks of your nipples, causing a heavy exhale into his mouth, causing him to grin against your lips.

“This has you feeling sensitive, huh?” he muttered, feeling down to slip your panties down your legs and off, “Thinking about me filling you up, putting a baby in you, using you.”

You nodded, pleased when you felt him starting to pull off his own clothes.

“Bedroom. Lay back, baby,” he said, grinning as you immediately obeyed, moving away from him to head into the bedroom to your right, laying your bare body across the bed, spread and ready for him.

He approached not long after, his shirt and pants gone, boxers barely containing him as he eyed you down. You, you were everything to him, and tonight he planned to really make you believe it.

He started crawling up your body, planting kisses from your legs all the way up to your neck, taking his time, savoring every inch of you. He kissed every freckle, mole, tan line, every spot that designated your skin unique, yours. His.

As he found your neck, he began to suck small bruises into the delicate skin. You let out a trembling moan, already feening for him, even just from the brush of his lips up your body. You could feel the next little bite he pinched into the crook curl into a grin, happy to hear your sounds again.

He reached one hand down to slip his fingers between your folds, two gently teasing your entrance, the smirk surviving over your face as you blushed.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he repeated in a cooing voice, still sliding his fingers back and forth, barely enough but just there.

"I-I want you inside me, your fingers, please," you whined wantonly, "Please, Ji, please..."

He loved when you begged and couldn't help but oblige your request, leaning down to press his forehead against yours, his large brown eyes making direct contact with yours as he slipped both slender fingers into you, easily sliding in against your slick as he pressed on, curling them up inside you and twisting gently, knowing exactly how to pull your strings.

You couldn’t help but moan out, egging him on by whining his name. He loved the sounds you made, especially when you were telling him how good he was making you feel.

“J-Ji, please, feels good…” you breathed, hips starting to writhe under his touch.

“You want more?”

“Yes!”

A slight smack landed on your thigh, causing you to yelp.

“What was that?”

“Yes, please!” you nearly shouted, aching with how bad you needed more, needed to hit your peak.

“That’s better,” he grinned before locking you into a kiss as he added a third finger, jutting them in and out of you, holding your hips down with his other hand. He reached his thumb to press into your clit, his fingers not stuttering once. You were rapidly approaching your climax and you let him know.

“Ji!” you cried, “Jisung, please, I’m so close, I’m gonna- please!”

“Let go baby,” he said barely above a growl, “Cum for me.”

You did as he said, arching your back off the bed and tilting your head back as you cried out a string of “I love yous” and “Jisung!s”, breath strangled in your throat.

He fucked you through your orgasm with his fingers, groaning low into your heat as he felt you gush around him. Your thighs shook around his shoulders as you rode it out, trying desperately to catch your breath as you did.

When you eventually came down, he slowly pulled his fingers from you, gently kissing the inside of your thigh as the overstimulation made you wince.

"Do you need a minute?" he asked, softening. He loved when you did as he said, molded to his desires, but he also never wanted you to feel pressured. He wanted you to fuck him because you wanted to, because it felt good for you.

You nodded, finally catching up with your breathing, head spinning a little still.

He nodded back, moving up to lie beside you, holding you to his chest. He knew you'd be ready in just a moment, but he wanted to make sure you felt held and comfortable.

He stroked his hand up and down your side, keeping you feeling that warm tingle that he controlled in you until he felt your body relax, your breathing steady. He leaned down into your neck, brushing his lips along your ear as he did.

"Green light?" he asked breathily into your ear. You could feel his hardness against your hip as he held you, knowing he was trying to not sound as desperate as he was.

You turned your head to smile at him, nodding.

"Green as can be," you said softly, taking his cheeks in your palms and pulling him into a deep kiss. He kept kissing you as he crawled back over your body, positioning himself between your thighs, stroking himself as he lined up with your entrance, visibly holding himself back from just ravaging you.

He pressed in, slipping in easily thanks to your prior orgasm still leaking from your body, and he groaned beautifully in your ear as he did. You loved his sounds as much as he loved yours and you were thankful constantly that he was a vocal lover. He was always vocal, in bed or out of it.

He moved slow. He was savoring every moment he got to be part of your body, he wanted this to be with purpose. He wanted to make love to you, this was special, this wasn't every other day.

As he bottomed out, he let out a slight whimper, his body vibrating as he held himself back.

"I love you," he muttered softly before he started to move, slowly at first, drawing small moans from your throat as he moved with care.

"Love you too, love you..." you babbled, leaning your face up to bury it in his shoulder, "Faster, more, please, please..."

You heard him exhale as something broke inside him. His self control.

He began to set a stronger pace, leaning up and pressing your thighs back to give himself a better angle. He moved in fast, calculated strokes, knowing exactly how to make you mewl and whine for him, and by god were you making his favorite sounds like a song.

You started to feel the pressure building inside you, your breath quickening, starting to grasp for the pillows, turning your face as it began to blush.

"No baby, look at me," he said in a low voice, gently turning your face to him, his hips not stuttering once, "Please show me what that beautiful face looks like when you're taking me this good."

Your eyes met his once again, your pupils dilating and shaking as he continued to turn you inside out.

"Ji, I'm close, I-I can't hold it," you nearly shouted, overwhelmed by how good you felt, how intimate it all was.

"Don't hold it, let it go, I want to feel you, I need it," he panted back, picking up his pace a little more as he gazed into your eyes, egging you on just through that look.

You broke, letting out nothing less than a scream as you came all over his cock, the splash coming out and soaking his stomach, your thighs, everywhere.

That was more than enough to push him over the edge, his eyes narrowing to a close as he leaned down to grip you tight, unable to stop from moving himself through your orgasm to reach his own, painting the inside of you with his release. A few sloppy thrusts after, he was still, laying atop you, holding himself up on his elbows as he brushed a hair out of your face, himself the one out of breath now. He smiled. He had the most beautiful smile you'd ever seen, and you couldn't help but smile back.

He stayed still, just drinking in your face, flushed and smiling stupidly, before gently pulling out and moving away to gather the blanket, laying back down with you and wrapping you both in it, your bodies just about melded together.

"So... You think it worked?" he asked hopefully, kissing the top of your head.

You laughed.

"I don't know, it doesn't work that fast," you said, still smiling brightly, "It was only our first try, so you better have more where that came from, just to be safe."

"That, I can do," he teased, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

"But... It would be cool if it did, wouldn't it?" you giggled, looking up to him.

"... I honestly couldn't want anything more," he said honestly, "That's all I've been thinking of since you brought it up a few weeks ago, the more I think about it the more sure I am that I want it. I don't think I've ever wanted anything more."

"Not even Stray Kids?" you teased, half honest.

"Nope," he said without missing a beat, "You're more than that now."

You were stunned for a second, always in a lowkey state of shock that you even had this life with him, and to hear that your mutual love was affirmed took you to silence.

You stayed quiet for a moment before kissing his jaw, planting your lips up to his cheek softly.

"I really do love you, and I feel the same way. I'm just... Are you nervous? Do you have any reservations about this?"

"A little bit," he admitted, "Nervous, I mean. But I'll protect you, I'll do whatever I have to do, it doesn't matter to me what anyone else thinks about it. Like I said... You're more than all of it to me."

You settled down into his arms, fully comfortable and relaxed at hearing that.

"Then onward," you said with a smile, tracing the tattoos on his chest with your fingertips, "It's a new life for us. Starting now."

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