svt-luna - Tumblr blog

svt-luna · 21 hours ago

Note

“Queen Sel will write the aftermath smut for Soldier!!!” I say as they drag me to a psych ward kicking and screaming. 😃

𝜗℘ CANDYMAN

❛ 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦— 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘪 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘱, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵-𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯', 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳-𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘯. ❜

timeline: 2024

synopsis: After coming home from Jeonghan’s military training graduation, the uniform, the weeks apart, and the tension of missing each other become too much to resist— until they finally unravel in each other’s arms.

wc: 6.7k

warnings: 18+ mdni, mature content, sexual content, smut, cursing, sexual tension, flirting, pet names, make out galore, piv sex, unprotected sex (girly pop is on birth control), teasing, dirty talk, degradation, soft dom!Jeonghan, uniform kink, Luna wears his beret during sex, oral sex, cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling, dry humping, riding, they are both freaky af, pure filth!

ask and you shall receive 😌 like i said before, i wasn’t planning on doing a part two for this but since A LOT of you have been asking me… here it is! here is part two or the smut aftermath of my recent one-shot Soldier. another smut for you freaky human beings! remember! read the warnings and disclaimers !

Disclaimer: The following chapter contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. It is intended for adult readers only. If you are under the legal age or find these subjects uncomfortable, it is advised for you to refrain from reading further. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

╰ ౨ৎ soldier

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ writings masterlist

Missing each other is the understatement of the year.

Missing each other means spending the first hour catching up over shared milk lattes, whispering about the little things— the taste of Jeonghan’s favorite breakfast sandwich, the way Luna always steals the covers, the new playlist she'd made just for him.

Missing each other means cuddling at home on the couch, feet tangled, watching silly rom-coms and dozing off together under one blanket.

Missing each other means cooking together in the kitchen, cheek kisses over simmering pots, hands brushing flour-dusted countertops and each other.

Missing each other means late-night pillow talk, half-shares of dreams and mischief, socks strewn across the floor, the quiet peace of two souls finally reunited.

But Luna didn't know how to categorize what she and Jeonghan were feeling right now anymore.

Because the second they reached home and the front door shut behind them with a muted click, they weren't walking, they weren't talking, they were devouring each other.

The soft clunk of Jeonghan’s boots barely registered over the rustle of fabric and the sharp, rhythmic sound of their breathing— heavy, urgent, unsynchronized like two people trying to inhale each other more than air.

The sloppy, messy sounds of their kisses echoed off the quiet walls of their house— the wet slide of lips on lips, the catch of breath between mouths, the soft gasp Luna let out when Jeonghan's hand slipped under the hem of her shirt to rest against her lower back.

Luna’s coat was still half-on, her bag still dangling from one shoulder, but neither of them cared. They didn't even make it past the entryway.

With a low grunt, Jeonghan turned her and pressed her back firmly against the door. Luna let out a surprised breath, half a laugh, half a moan. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, anchoring herself to him as he kissed her like he hadn't eaten in days and she was his first meal.

His palms roamed, slow at first, reverent almost-up her waist, then down again over the curve of her hips. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, his proximity short-circuiting her entire system.

"God, you feel so good," he murmured against her lips, voice already low and rough and raw, like it'd been building for weeks as he threw her coat to the ground.

"And you're overdressed," Luna replied with a whisper that bordered on a growl, her hands already tugging at the collar of his uniform, her fingers carding through the barely-there hair at the back of his head.

Jeonghan chuckled breathlessly, lips brushing along her jawline, down her neck. "You gonna undress me, baby?" he asked, teasing and warm, "Or do you want the honor of ripping the uniform off yourself?"

"Don't tempt me," she replied, arching into him, her breath catching when he grazed his teeth lightly along the column of her throat.

"Oh, I'm counting on it."

She smiled, eyes fluttering shut as his hands gripped her thighs and lifted her just an inch higher so her toes barely touched the ground. Her legs parted around his hips, her heels nudging the back of his calves. His hips pressed into hers, slow and deliberate.

"Hannie," she whispered, not in warning this time but in invitation.

"I missed hearing that," he said, lips moving just beneath her ear. "Missed how you say my name like it's the only one you know."

Her fingers pulled gently at his collar. "You talk so much for someone who's clearly dying.”

"Dying's a little dramatic, Nana-ya," he smirked, pulling back just enough to look at her— his flushed lips, his dark eyes that gleamed even in the low light of the hallway. "But I was definitely starving."

"And I'm dessert?"

He tilted his head. "You're dinner, dessert, and the glass of wine I need after. All in one."

Luna huffed a laugh, fingers brushing down the side of his face. "What happened to the sweet soldier act?"

Jeonghan leaned forward again, resting his forehead gently against hers, letting their breath mingle. "He graduated. This is the man who waited four weeks to do this."

"And this is the woman who almost flew the plane herself just to get here faster."

He grinned. "Fuck, I love you."

"I love you more," she whispered, tipping up to kiss him again— softer this time, lingering, like they had all the time in the world to explore each other again.

They didn't move from the front door.

Couldn't.

Wouldn't.

Their lips met again and again, chasing each other's breath like it was the only oxygen left in the world.

The kiss was deep, slow, warm, indulgent. It tasted like time lost and made up for all at once. Jeonghan's hands gripped her waist firmly, his thumbs brushing slow circles over the fabric of her top as her fingers curled around the lapel of his uniform. There was something about it— the pressed collar, the chest badge, the weight of it that made her want to tug it off and let it crumple to the floor.

But Jeonghan, being Jeonghan, broke the kiss just as Luna leaned in more. He pulled back slightly, chest rising, and let out a breath that fanned warm across her kiss-bitten lips.

"Missed you so bad," he murmured, his voice husky and thick with amusement.

Luna barely let the words register. "I know– missed you too,” she whispered, already chasing his mouth again with another kiss, lips slotting over his with need.

But he grinned against her and pulled away again just enough to make her whimper. "Did you think about me?" he asked, low and smooth, eyes gleaming with playful cruelty.

Luna's brows pinched as she whined, voice high, breathless. "Han…"

Again, she leaned forward.

Again, he moved back, just enough to keep her right on the edge.

"Oh, what's that, baby?" he teased, pretending not to hear, his grin only widening. "You want something?"

"Stop teasing," she whispered, brows furrowing further as her pout deepened, fingers tugging at the collar of his uniform like she could anchor him in place.

"Stop teasing," Jeonghan cooed, mimicking her tone obnoxiously sweet. "Stop teasing, Hannie," he repeated, voice syrupy, mocking, loving. "I should stop teasing, yeah?”

Luna let out a dramatic sigh, puffing out her cheeks in frustration as her hands gripped tighter at his collar. "You're so mean," she whined. "You always do this. You get all smug and smirky and you know exactly what you're doing and… ugh… just kiss me properly. Why do you have to make everything a game?"

His hands slid slowly up her sides and back down to her waist, grounding her. He tilted his head, eyes never leaving hers. "Because you make the cutest faces when you're mad at me," he said, thumb brushing the crease between her brows as if he could iron it flat. "Like this one," he added, cupping her cheek now with one hand while the other slid to the nape of her neck.

"Baby…”

"Shh," he murmured, nose rubbing hers. "You're so pretty when you pout."

Her lips twitched despite herself. Her pout softened. Her lashes fluttered.

And that was exactly when Jeonghan leaned in again, nose nudging hers, teasing until finally, finally, he kissed her the way she wanted.

This kiss was different— deeper, more open, with less teasing and more intention. His lips moved with slow precision, coaxing her mouth open, angling his head to deepen it. He kissed her like he meant to undo her with nothing but lips and tongue, like he was tasting something he'd been dreaming about every single night.

Luna melted into it with a soft sound in her throat, hands sliding from his collar to his chest. His uniform shifted beneath her fingers, scratchy in texture but grounding, real. Her fingers curled slightly, pulling him closer.

Jeonghan hummed into her mouth, low and satisfied, and nipped lightly at her bottom lip, enough to make her gasp before smoothing over the sting with a slow lick of his tongue.

"Better?" he whispered against her mouth.

Luna blinked up at him, dazed. "Mhm."

He smirked, his thumb now stroking beneath her jaw. "Can’t speak already?"

"Don't push it," she warned, eyes narrowing playfully.

He laughed. "Wouldn't dream of it, my pretty moon."

But the glint in his eye said otherwise.

Jeonghan slowly eyes her, gaze trailing from her lips, down her neck, across her chest, lingering on the curves of her body. Luna feels the heat of his stare, feels her skin tingle, feels her nipples peak beneath her shirt. His fingers trail along her side, brushing just beneath her breast before moving lower to her hips.

He then leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the base of her throat before he pulls back slightly. His hands move to the hem of her shirt, and he begins to lift it, slowly, inch by inch. Luna raises her arms, allowing him to pull it off, her breath hitching as cool air meets her skin. She's suddenly aware of how little she's wearing— just her bra and jeans, and now her shirt is gone. She feels exposed, vulnerable, and it sends a thrill down her spine.

His eyes darken as he takes her in, hands now moving to the button of her jeans. He unbuttons them, slowly, one by one, his knuckles brushing against her skin, sending shivers down her body. She watches him, breath catching in her throat as he slides the zipper down, revealing the lace of her underwear.

"Hannie," she murmurs, a warning, a plea.

He looks up, those dark eyes locking with hers, and smirks. "What, baby?" he asks, voice low, hands now hooking into the waistband of her jeans. "You want me to stop?"

Luna bites her lip, eyes wide, and shakes her head slightly. "No– don’t stop," she admits, voice soft.

Jeonghan's fingers hook into the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. The cool air hits her bare skin, making her shiver. She steps out of her jeans and underwear, now standing before him in nothing but her bra. Jeonghan's gaze roams over her body, lingering on the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the softness of her stomach. His eyes darken with desire, and he reaches out, tracing the line of her jaw with his thumb.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

Jeonghan kneels in front of her, his hands resting on her thighs. He looks up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and she can see the love and longing in their depths. He starts to unbutton his uniform, but Luna stops him, placing her hands over his.

"Keep it on," she says, her voice firm but gentle. "Please."

Jeonghan smirks, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You really want to keep me in uniform, huh?"

Luna nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah.”

Jeonghan chuckles, his hands moving to her legs. He starts to caress them, his thumbs tracing slow circles on her skin. He presses soft kisses to her thighs, moving higher and higher until he reaches the apex of her legs.

Luna's breath hitches, her hands gripping his shoulders as he lifts one of her legs up onto his shoulder. She can feel the heat of his breath against her most intimate place, and she shivers in anticipation.

He looks up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and she nods slightly, giving him permission. He leans in, his tongue flicking out to taste her, and she gasps, her head falling back against the door. He starts slowly, his tongue tracing gentle circles around her clit, teasing her, driving her wild.

She can feel the tension building inside her, her body aching for release. He knows exactly what he's doing, his tongue moving in rhythm with her breath, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her steady. Luna can feel the pleasure building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Ha– Han," she moans, her hands gripping his hair tighter, pulling him closer. "Oh fuck, Hannie, don't stop."

Jeonghan hums against her, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. His tongue flicks faster, his fingers digging into her thighs as he holds her in place. Luna can feel the edge of her orgasm, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. She's close, so close, and she doesn't want it to end.

But then, suddenly, he pulls back. Luna's eyes fly open, her body still trembling from the near release. "What– Han," she whines, her voice desperate. "What are you doing?"

Jeonghan looks up at her, his eyes dark with desire, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "Patience, Nana-ya," he says, his voice low and husky.

Luna's eyes widen, her heart pounding in her chest. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’ve been patient."

Jeonghan stands up, his hands moving to her waist. He pulls her closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I mean, I know you have, my love," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “And it will feel even better when you wait a little more.”

Luna's breath hitches, her body already responding to his words. She can feel the heat between her legs, the wetness building. She looks up at him, her eyes searching his for any sign of hesitation. But all she sees is desire, pure and unadulterated.

"I– I want that," she whispers, her voice filled with need. "Want to feel good."

“And you will, pretty girl,” He smiles, his hands moving to her back to unhook her bra.

Luna gasps, her body arching into his as he slides the straps down her arms. He tosses it aside, his eyes never leaving hers. She can feel the cool air against her breasts, her nipples hardening in response. He leans in, capturing one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, teasing it to a peak.

“Fuck,” she moans, her hands gripping his hair, holding him close. He switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention, the same love. She can feel the pleasure building, her body aching for more.

But then, suddenly, he spins her around to face the door. She lets out a surprised gasp, her hands pressing against the cool wood. She can feel his hands on her ass, caressing it, squeezing it. She arches into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps. And then, without warning, he spanks her. Hard.

“Jeo– ah!”

He spanks her again, the sound echoing off the walls, and she gasps, her body jolting forward. His hands grip her hips, holding her in place as he presses his body against hers. She can feel his hardness, pressing against her, and she pushes back, grinding against him. He groans, his hands moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers. She moans, her head falling back against his shoulder.

Jeonghan leans in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You like that, baby?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "You like it when I spank you?"

Luna nods, her breath coming in short gasps. "Mhm," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I love it."

“Mhm, you love it?” Jeonghan smirks as he cooed, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her back against him. He grinds against her, his hardness pressing against her ass.

She can feel the heat of his body, the rough texture of his uniform against her back. His hands move to her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers, making her gasp. He leans in, his lips brushing against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. She shivers, her body arching into his touch. "Hannie," she moans, her voice filled with need. "Please."

He hums against her skin, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her back against him. "Please what, Nana-ya?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "What do you want?"

Luna pushes back against him, grinding against his hardness. "You," she whispers, her voice filled with desperation. "I want you."

Jeonghan's voice was low, a growl in her ear as he pressed against her, his hands gripping her hips. "Stay just like that, Jiyeonie. Don't move." She felt his breath on her neck, hot and ragged, as he reached over to his bag on the floor. He pulled out his beret, the one she'd always teased him about, and placed it gently on her head.

"There," he murmured, his voice softening for a moment before it turned rough again. "Now, you look like my little soldier."

Luna felt a shiver run down her spine, not just from the cool fabric of the beret, but from the way he was talking to her. It was different, dirtier, and it sent a thrill through her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps.

Jeonghan's hands were on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her back against him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her ass, and she pushed back, grinding against him. He groaned, his hands moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder.

And then, without warning, he pulled her hair, her head tilting back, exposing her neck. She gasped, her body arching into his touch. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. She shivered, her body aching for more.

"Jeongie," she whined, her voice filled with need.

He hummed against her skin, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her back against him. “Feel good?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yeah–“ Luna's eyes closed tightly as she felt his breath on her ear, his hot tongue tracing a line down her neck. She arched her back, pressing her ass firmly against his hard cock, feeling it throb through the fabric of his uniform. "Fuck– I want you," she managed to gasp out. "I want you so fucking bad, Jeongie."

Jeonghan growled, a low, primal sound that sent a shiver down Luna's spine. He tightened his grip on her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh as he ground against her. "You little impatient bunny," he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

One hand slid down to the juncture of her thighs, fingers brushing against her wetness. She gasped, her hips bucking forward, desperate for more contact. He chuckled, a dark, throaty sound that made her squirm. "You're so fucking wet, Jiyeonie. You want this cock, don't you?"

She nodded eagerly, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, baby. I want it. I want it so bad."

He groaned, his fingers slipping inside her, curling up to hit that spot that made her see stars.

"You're fucking drenched, baby," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're so ready for me, aren't you?"

“Since I saw you in that fucking uniform,” Luna nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She couldn't form words, couldn't think beyond the sensation of his fingers inside her, of his cock pressing against her ass. "Jeonghannie, please," she managed to whisper, her voice tight with need.

He chuckled, a low, dark sound that made her knees weak. "Please what? Tell me what you want," Jeonghan rasped in her ear, his fingers moving inside her, curling and twisting just the way she liked.

She could feel the heat radiating off him, the rough texture of his uniform against her back. She was so wet, so ready, her body aching for more.

"I want your cock," she managed to gasp out, her voice tight with need. "I want you to fuck me, Hannie. Please, please fuck me."

“Always beg so pretty for me,” He groaned, a deep, primal sound that seemed to vibrate through her entire body.

Luna felt his hand leave her waist and then, suddenly, his belt was unbuckled, his zipper being pulled down— leaving his uniform on just like he asked her. She gasped as she felt the head of his cock press against her, hot and hard, and she pushed back against him, wanting more. "You want this, baby?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You want me to fill you up?"

Luna nodded eagerly, her breath coming in short gasps, “God, yes. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me."

Jeonghan chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine.

"So fucking greedy, aren't you, bunny?" he murmured, his voice laced with amusement and desire. "But I've got what you need, baby. I've got what you've been craving."

With one hand, he gripped her hip firmly, holding her in place as he lined himself up with her entrance. Luna could feel the head of his cock, hot and hard, pressing against her, and she pushed back against him, desperate for more.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Jeonghan groaned, his voice ragged as he slowly began to push inside her.

Luna gasped, her fingers curling into fists against the door as she tried to adjust to the sensation of him filling her. He was big, bigger than she remembered, and it took all her willpower not to cry out at the slight discomfort. But she didn't want him to stop, didn't want him to pull out. She wanted this, wanted him, and she would take whatever he gave her.

"Relax, baby," Jeonghan murmured, his voice soothing despite the rough edge of lust. "Just breathe for me.”

“Fuck, you feel so good,” He growled as he slowly inched inside her.

Luna whimpered, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the door for support. "More," she begged, her voice ragged and desperate. "I need more, baby."

He complied, pushing deeper, his hips flexing as he filled her inch by inch. Luna could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he stretched her. It burned, but it was a good burn, one that made her crave more.

“Hannie– fuck– m’feels so good!” She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body desperate for him.

She could feel him stretching her, filling her, and it was everything she'd craved for so long. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to move faster, harder.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a primal, carnal sound that sent shivers down Luna's spine.

"Fuck, you're so tight, baby," Jeonghan groaned, his voice ragged and desperate. "You feel so fucking good around me.”

“Hghh–” Luna couldn't respond, couldn't form words.

All she could do was whimper and moan, her body adjusting to his size, her legs trembling as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. He gripped her hips so tightly she could feel his fingers digging into her flesh, and she loved it. She loved the way it felt like he was claiming her, marking her as his own.

"That's it, baby," Jeonghan growled, his voice thick with desire. "Take me. Take all of me."

Luna pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a primal, carnal sound that made her feel both wild and possessed. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her, and it was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Jeonghan's hips moved faster and harder, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Fuck, pretty girl," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight."

Luna could feel the pleasure building, coiling low in her belly like a spring ready to snap. She was close, so close, and she never wanted it to end.

But Jeonghan seemed to sense her impending climax, and he pulled back slightly, his fingers digging into her hips as he slowed his thrusts.

“No,” Luna protested, trying to push back against him, begging for more. “Don’t stop, Han. Don’t fucking stop.”

Jeonghan chuckled, a dark, dirty sound that made Luna’s stomach flip. “Not gonna stop, baby,” he promised. “But I’m gonna make sure you feel every fucking inch of me.”

He leaned forward, his chest pressing against Luna’s back, his fingers slipping up to tangle in her hair.

She gasped as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You like it when I control you?"

"Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with need.

Jeonghan chuckled, a dark, dirty sound that sent shivers down her spine. “I do too,” he murmured, his fingers tightening in her hair as he pulled her head back even further. "Now, tell me what you want."

His voice was low, a growl in her ear as he held her head back, his fingers tangled in her hair. Luna could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, the hardness of his cock still buried deep inside her.

"I want you to make me cum," she gasped, her voice tight with need. "I want you to fuck me until I can't take it anymore."

Jeonghan groaned, his hips jerking forward, driving his cock deeper inside her. "Fuck, Jiyeon-ah," he muttered, his voice ragged. "You're so fucking dirty. I love it."

He released her hair, his hands moving to her hips, gripping them tightly as he began to move faster, harder. Luna could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her, and it was exactly what she needed. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body desperate for release.

"Hannie," she gasped, her voice filled with need. "Just like that."

He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust harder, faster. "You're mine, Jiyeon," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Say it. Say you're mine."

Luna's breath hitched, her body trembling as she felt the pleasure building. "I'm yours," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "I'm yours, baby."

And then, suddenly, he pulled out of her. Luna gasped, her body aching at the loss of him. But before she could protest, he spun her around, her back pressing against the cool wood of the door. He lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around his waist, and entered her again, his cock filling her completely. Luna wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he began to move, his hips thrusting against hers.

Her fingers dug into his back, nails scraping against the fabric of his uniform, leaving small, crescent-shaped marks. She could feel the muscles in his back tense and relax with each thrust, the heat of his body pressing against hers. "Ah! Han," she moaned, her voice filled with desperation. "Please, don't stop."

Jeonghan's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his forehead pressed against hers. "Never," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I'm not going to stop until you cum around me.”

Luna's heart pounded in her chest, her body on fire with desire. She could feel the pleasure building, coiling low in her belly like a spring ready to snap. She pushed against him, meeting his thrusts, her body desperate for more. "Han," she gasped, her voice tight with need.

He groaned, his hips jerking forward, driving his cock deeper inside her. "You're doing so good, bunny," he muttered, his voice ragged. "I can't get enough of you."

Jeonghan lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist before carrying her to the couch, making Luna squeal as she held onto his beret on her head.

He sat down, pulling her on top of him, her legs straddling his hips. She gasped, feeling him slide deeper inside her, and he groaned, his hands gripping her ass. "Fuck– you feel so good like this."

Luna's breath hitched as she adjusted to the new position, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She could feel every inch of him, and she loved the way it made her feel, powerful and desired. She began to move, her hips rolling against his, and he groaned, his fingers tightening on her ass.

"Fuck, Luna," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "You feel so fucking good. I could fuck you all day."

“F’me– all… d-day,” Luna whined, her eyes rolling back from the pleasure.

“They… they keep asking me about you. Guys in my division— asking about you. Calling you pretty and such in front of me.” His voice was low, a growl in her ear as he held her head back, his fingers tangled in her hair.

Luna stiffened, breath catching. The possessive edge in his voice wrapped around her tight and protective. She was about to respond when suddenly, she felt a sharp pain on her neck. He had bitten her, hard enough to leave a mark. She gasped, her body tensing for a moment before melting into him again, the pain morphing into pleasure.

He tilted her chin up with one strong finger, gaze burning. “So tell me,” he growled softly, pressing his forehead to hers, lips brushing her ear with every word. “Who do you belong to?”

Luna swallowed hard, pulse hammering in her throat. Her eyes glistened as she whispered with fierce certainty, “I belong to you… and only you.”

Jeonghan’s dark eyes flickered with satisfaction. He captured her lips again, cutting her off with a kiss that was equal parts claim and devotion. His arms lifted her slightly, pressing her body flush against his with calculated intensity.

When they finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers, nose brushing hers. His eyes never left hers. “Good,” he murmured, voice low and certain. “Because no one gets you… nobody owns you. Only me.”

"I'm yours, Jeongie," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "I'm yours, and you're mine." She turned her head slightly, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting the metallic tang of her own blood on his lips.

He groaned, his hands moving to her ass, gripping her tightly as he thrust upwards, meeting her grind with a force that made her gasp. "Fuck, angel face," he growled against her lips, his voice thick with lust. "I can't get enough of you."

“Feels so good,” She moaned, her hips moving faster, her body desperate for release.

“I know, baby,” Jeonghan's eyes darkened, his grip on her ass tightening as he pulled her down harder onto his cock. "I'm not stopping, baby," he murmured, his voice low and rough. He leaned back, his hands moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers. She gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her.

She held onto the beret with one hand, the other gripping his shoulder for support. Jeonghan leaned back, his arms lifted at the sides of the couch, watching her with a smirk as fully bare Luna rode him, still fully in his uniform. "You look so fucking hot like this," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Ride me, Nana-ya. Take what you need."

Luna's breath came in short gasps, her body moving on instinct, chasing the pleasure that was building inside her. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her, and it was exactly what she needed.

"Fuck– I'm so close." She ground against him, her hips moving in a rhythm that matched his thrusts, her body desperate for release.

But Jeonghan wasn't listening. He was too busy chuckling, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he watched her with amusement. "Yeah? You close, baby?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're like a little sex kitten, aren't you? All you need is a little attention, and you're purring like a kitten in heat."

“M-More– Han, faster,” Luna begged, her voice ragged and desperate. She needed release, needed him to fill her up and make her his.

Jeonghan growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he lifted her up and slammed her down onto his cock, making her cry out. "Like this, baby?" he asked, his voice a low, dirty rumble. "You want it faster?"

"Yes," Luna gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Yes, please.” She whimpered, her voice filled with desperation. She was so close, her body aching for release, and she needed him to take the lead.

As if reading her mind, Jeonghan flipped her onto her back, lifting her effortlessly. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked onto hers as he started to plow into her, his hips moving in a steady, powerful rhythm.

Luna gasped, her body arching to meet his, her fingers digging into his back as she held on for dear life while he hummed, his voice thick with lust.

"You’re made for me," he muttered, his voice ragged as he thrust deeper inside her.

Luna moaned, her back arching as she met his thrusts, her body on fire with desire.

"You're so fucking greedy, aren't you, baby?" Jeonghan chuckled at her expression as he pounded her, “But I love it. I love the way you completely fall for me."

Luna whimpered, her fingers digging into his back as he continued to move inside her, his hips thrusting against hers with a force that made her gasp. "Han, please– I’m close,” she begged, her voice filled with desperation.

He growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust harder, faster. "Come for me. Come all over my cock."

Luna's body tensed, her breath coming in short gasps as the pleasure built inside her. She could feel it, the coiling spring ready to snap, and she pushed against him, her body desperate for release.

"Fuck!" she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy as the orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing as she came hard and fast. He groaned, his hips jerking forward as he followed her over the edge, filling her with his hot release.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths ragged and uneven. Luna could feel his heart pounding against her chest, his cock still twitching inside her.

Their bodies still hummed with aftershocks, like the air hadn’t quite settled yet. His fingers traced lazy shapes along the curve of her thigh while hers rested flat over his chest, feeling the slow, steady beat underneath.

“Can’t believe you really have a uniform kink. You went feral over my uniform, Nana-ya,” Jeonghan murmured into her hair, lips curling into a knowing grin as he broke the silence.

Luna groaned into his neck. “Please shut up.”

“Can’t. Gotta process this.” His voice dropped into that silky, teasing cadence she knew too well. “We walk through the door, barely even there, and suddenly you’re climbing me like a tree.”

She slapped his chest, laughing. “You literally pushed me against the door.”

“Under your spell, apparently,” he said, completely unrepentant.

She huffed a laugh, then snuggled deeper into his side. “I didn’t think it’d get to me like that.”

“The uniform?” he asked, eyes gleaming as he looked down at her. “Or me in it?”

“Big fucking ego.”

“Baby,” he purred. “You moaned when I adjusted my beret in the car.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

She pulled the blanket that was on the couch up slightly to hide the embarrassed smile threatening her face. “Shut up, Yoon Jeonghan.”

“You should see your face,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her jaw. “You’re blushing.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re always so put-together. Bossy. Sharp-tongued. But apparently all it takes is a little camo and a rank pin.”

She tilted her head up to meet his eyes, mischief glinting. “Oh, so now you’re acting like you’re not the one who made me wear your beret?”

He chuckled, slow and smug. “I was giving you what you wanted.”

“I hate how much you know me.”

“I love how much I know you,” he said without missing a beat, the tone behind his teasing softening into something deeper. He turned to face her more fully, shifting her leg slightly so she was resting entirely in his arms. “You were beautiful today.”

Luna blinked, caught off guard. “Jeonghan…”

“You showed up for me,” he said, more serious now, voice husky but earnest. “You rearranged everything just to be there. You flew across the damn continent. That meant more than you think.”

She tucked her head under his chin again, smiling quietly. “You’d have done the same for me.”

“I have done the same for you.”

“And you’ll do it again.”

“Every time.”

A soft silence stretched between them, filled only by the occasional pass of his hand through her hair or over her arm, the quiet beat of their breathing in sync.

Then he broke it again. “Still thinking about the uniform?”

She laughed, groaning. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking annoying.”

He smirked. “You looked like you were gonna unbutton it with your teeth.”

“I might still.”

Jeonghan leaned closer, brushing his nose against her cheek, whispering like a devil at her shoulder. “Next time, I’ll wear it when my hair has grown longer… till my neck. Your favorite.”

Her breath hitched, and she rolled her eyes—affectionately. “You’re evil.”

“I’m irresistible.”

“You’re exhausting.”

“You’re obsessed.”

She sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”

He kissed her temple, letting his lips linger there. “You love me.”

“I really, really do.”

Jeonghan smiled then— soft and smug and lovesick all at once.

And in that moment, Luna realized, again, what she always did after the dust settled and the haze lifted— Jeonghan was the only one who ever got her like this. Who could unravel her just by being himself, effortlessly.

She was usually composed, sharp, untouchable, all quick wit and poise… but Jeonghan made her giggle and blush and squirm. He made her lose her balance and love every second of it.

Just like she was the only one who could make him drop the act and become something louder, bossier, more unhinged in his affection— biting and bratty and completely besotted. They met each other in the middle, exactly where chaos kissed control and made something sweeter than either on their own.

And Jeonghan… well.

He was the kind of man you didn’t just crave, you craved again. Over and over.

Smooth. Addictive. Warm to the center with a hidden burn if you tasted too long.

Luna sighed, eyes fluttering closed as she nestled closer into his chest.

Of course he was dangerous.

That’s what happens when you fall in love with someone who knows exactly how to melt you— slowly, sweetly, until you’re nothing but his favorite flavor.

After all, Yoon Jeonghan is made of sugar, sin, and smirks.

mdni banner: @cafekitsune

ೃ⁀➷ comment or message me to be added to the tag list :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SUBMIT A REQUEST AND ASK ME ANYTHING!

: ̗̀➛ requests are always open ♡ - selఌ

Taglist: @zhqvie @minminghao @angie-x3 @jennwonwoo @k13endall @heeseungthel0ml @chisskaa @megumi2020 @yoonzzziino @lllucere @smh-anon @yveclipse @randomworker @bunnystrm @iamawkwardandshy @gratefulbunny1 @bmo-bri @syren-ash @megseungmin @multiplums @unlikelysublimekryptonite @night-storm7 @cookiearmy @seokqt @btskzfav @billboard-singer @junhuisworld @caturdayvibe @coralbatlampzonk @sof1eya @lyraea @jihoonsbbygirl @cocopuff2424 @okoknotco @minvxq @soulphoenix1618 @whineywheeiny @rairaine @toplinehyunjin @ateez-atiny380 @cherrylovescheol @jiimtaee @blurr3db3rry @seomisaho @amanda08319 @peanutbutterslothsstuff @cheolsboo @allthings-fandoms @mystic-megumi @sherlockbye @tastyluvr @luperque @reignofraine @kpoplover-19 @star2013 @frankenstein852 @axleighkaize @jmkookie01 @shhh94 @gigglensnort @stupendouscookiehumanmug

209 notes · View notes