love at first sight [part two]
pairing- kang daesung x f!reader
contents- smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected piv, use of oppa during sex, praise kink if you squint a little, reader is obsessed with his muscles and huge size .
synopsis- you agree to join daesung back at his hotel after coachella...
a/n- part 2!! i had a few of you ask for a sequel and i had lots of fun with this. we are married he just doesn't know it yet. enjoy !!
love at first sight [part one]
(you could read this as a stand alone, but i suggest reading part one for a little context)
He really did mean it when he said he’d take the long way to your hotel. You’ve been in the car for over an hour.
You’ve asked him about his work, about the concert and his music, and he answered all of your questions. He’s honestly exactly how you imagined him—kind, funny, and very touchy.
He had one hand on the wheel, and the other either holding yours, or resting on your knee as he laughed.
You didn’t want him to stop, but even if you did, you don’t think you would be able to find the words. Despite how nervous you were though, he made it feel easy. Like you’ve known him for years.
When he finally pulls up to your hotel, you don’t get out of the car quite yet.
He smiles knowingly, one hand still resting on your knee. “What?”
“I’m sure you have things to do tonight…” you tilt your head a little.
Daesung lets out a soft laugh. “I don’t, actually. I told the others I was going straight back to our hotel.” He narrows his gaze. “Why?”
Your eyes widen a little, heart hammering. “I’m just wondering.”
“Do you?” He asks, grip on your knee tightening just a little. “Have things to do tonight, I mean.”
You shake your head. “I don’t.”
“Maybe we could find something to do tonight.” He offers, and you freeze.
There is no way this is happening.
“Yuna will wonder if I don’t come back…” You trail off, suddenly remembering how much your phone was blowing up while on the drive.
“Text her. I’m sure she’ll understand.” He gestures to your phone.
You don’t hesitate. Your hands tremble a little as you type.
You: dude, he asked me to go back to his hotel
You: do you mind if i go…
You: i’ll leave my location on i promise
Yuna’s typing bubble appears immediately.
Yuna: HOLY SHITYuna: YES!!
Yuna: Leave your location on yes!!!
Yuna: But go!!! Go for those of us that don’t get noticed in the crowd by our idols :’)
Yuna: I expect frequent updates!!!!
You smile at your phone, then catch Daesung leaning over your shoulder to read your messages. He laughs a little at Yuna’s response.
You quickly type back a thank you before shoving your phone back in your pocket.
Daesung starts driving again before you can even think to change your mind.
“Where are you staying?” You ask, and he hums, speeding up.
And oh boy, you do. The hotel is massive. Your eyes widen when he guides you through the front door. Crystal chandeliers, marble countertops, staff dressed way too fancily for your taste.
It’s extravagant. It’s honestly a little overwhelming.
He smiles at your shocked expression. “Pretty, huh?”
You nod. Daesung snaps you out of your daze by placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you to the elevator.
It plays that strange music as it ascends to the top floor. He intertwines his fingers with yours as you step off the elevator. Your heart skips a beat, but you just follow with a smile.
A what the actual fuck type of smile.
This doesn’t feel real. If it’s a dream, though, you hope you never wake up.
He stops at a suite at the end of the hall. “This is my room.”
You stop dead in your tracks when he opens the door. The room is insane.
It’s huge. It looks like a million dollar penthouse from some romance drama. Daesung lets you look around, taking in the view.
“This is insane.” You run your fingers along the kitchen counter.
“It’s pretty nice. Let me show you the rest.” Daesung holds out his hand for you, and you take it.
He brings you to the bedroom, which is just as extravagant. Huge, king sized bed with silk sheets and a big headboard. A balcony that overlooks the city, the dazzling lights shining through the glass door.
You stop before the glass and just look at the view. Then, you feel big hands on your shoulders. Daesung digs his thumbs into the back of your neck, gently but firm, letting his chin rest on the top of your head.
“You know, I took a shot before I had my staff get you.” He says, and you laugh a little.
“Are you serious?” You turn to face him. You don’t know why, but you feel strangely comfortable with him.
“Very serious. I was nervous. I don’t really talk to women often.” He lets his hands slide down your arms, then settle on your waist.
Your heart is racing. Internally, you’re panicking. But not from nerves now. From anticipation.
“You were nervous to talk to me?” You ask, almost shocked.
He nods. “I’m always nervous when I talk to pretty girls. But you especially.”
You try to stop yourself from smiling, but fail. “I was really nervous too.”
“Are you still nervous?” He asks, pulling you a little bit closer.
“Good.” He says, satisfied. “I’d hate to make you anxious.”
“You aren’t. Don’t worry.” A smile tugs at your lips, but you don’t stop it now.
Daesung hums, staring at you for a moment, as if memorizing you. Then-
He doesn’t waste any time. Daesung leans in, his grip on your waist tightening just a little. You freeze for approximately three seconds before you melt into it. Your hands find his hair, long and wavy, soft between your fingers.
His hand climbs up your back, pulling you endlessly closer, until your bodies are pressed together. You feel his muscles around you, and God, they are a lot bigger up close.
The kiss deepens, and after a moment, Daesung picks you up and you wrap your legs tightly around his waist.
He gives a quiet groan as you do so, and it goes straight through you. You squirm in his grasp until he finally lays you on your back on the bed. His lips never leave yours, his hands still roaming your body, pushing your shirt up and dancing around the waist of your skirt.
He pulls back suddenly as his thumb hooks the waistband, as if asking permission. You nod without hesitation and pull him back down.
Daesung smiles against your lips as his hand pulls down your skirt in one smooth motion. You’re freaking out. Your favourite idol, one you’ve admired for years, has you in his bed and his hand between your legs.
All of that shock is channelled into the kiss, your tongue pushing past his lips and fighting with his own.
Your hands tug on his hair as he traces the line of your panties, then pulls them off too, throwing them to the floor. He moves his kisses to your neck, leaving marks under your jawline.
He touches your thighs first, testing, waiting. Then he moves up, in, until his fingers are running through your heat and you’re moaning softly against his hair.
Daesung hums against your neck, deep and strained. He looks down to where his hand is, still not inside you, but getting dangerously close. “So wet for me already…”
“Oppa, please…” your voice comes out small, almost not there.
Daesung sucks at your neck again. “Tell me what you want.”
“Y- you… inside me…” you barely manage as he pushes against your clit with his thumb.
He doesn’t wait. He pushes his fingers inside of you slowly, letting you adjust to the stretch, earning a soft gasp from your trembling lips.
“Oppa…” Your head reels back, pressed hard into the silk pillowcase. Daesung is satisfied, so he pushes in further until he reaches that sensitive spot that makes you yell out.
He curls his fingers inside you, hitting that spot every time, your legs shaking and breathing uneven.
He connects his lips with your neck again, working you so perfectly, like he’s done this before, like he knows your body. Your hips involuntarily thrust upward, chasing his touch, needing more every second. You already feel yourself approaching the edge.
“Hm,” Daesung suddenly stops and pulls his fingers back. You whine.
“Oppa… please, I’m so close…” You beg, but before you can protest further, he slides down and connects his tongue to your clit.
“I wanna taste you when you cum, jagi.” He breathes into your heat, and you lose it.
He presses his tongue in just the right spot, swirling it and sucking hard until you clench your thighs around his head and let out a broken moan. He licks up every drop, strong arms wrapped around your thighs, working his tongue as you ride out your orgasm.
After you sigh deeply, trying to catch your breath, Daesung pulls back. His chin is dripping from your slick, pupils blown.
“You want more, jagi? You can give me another one.” He climbs back up and brackets your head with his arms, big biceps brushing your face.
“Y- yeah…” you bite your lip as Daesung reaches into the drawer of the nightstand next to you. He pulls out a condom and rips open the package with his teeth.
“That’s my girl.” He grins, pulling off his shirt.
You almost get whiplash from his figure—toned and muscular in all the right places, abs more prominent than your future.
Daesung leans down again, face only inches from yours. “You want this? You want my cock, jagi?”
You nod, shaky. “Y- yes, oppa. Please.”
Daesung hums in response, kissing your neck again, going over all of the marks he’d previously made. He pulls off his pants and boxers in one smooth motion, you don’t even notice until he’s sliding on the condom.
Again, just as you imagined. He’s huge. You let out an involuntary sigh, reaching out and gripping his bicep to pull him back down to you.
Daesung meets your eyes as he aligns himself with your dripping entrance. He pushes himself in slowly, allowing you to adjust to every inch. And God, there’s a lot of them.
“S- so tight, jagi. So perfect.” He groans as he leans forward, his words ghosting your ear.
You whimper, his cock stretching you so wide it makes you lose your breath. When he bottoms out, you almost scream.
“Yeah, good girl. I knew you would feel this good.” His voice is so dangerous, so dark right next to your ear, and it drives you insane.
You are not going to last long.
He starts slow, since you’re barely able to handle him, still adjusting to his size. You pull on his hair, but he doesn’t care. He lets you do whatever you need.
You yelp when he speeds up, biting down on his shoulder. Daesung is living for it.
“You’re doing so good, jagi. You take my cock so well, like s- such a good girl…” he bites at your ear as he speaks.
You’re at the point that you can’t form a response. His praise goes straight through you, sending jolts of electricity through your veins, and straight between your legs.
His pace is unforgiving now. His cock pounds into you, hitting you perfectly every single time, as if he was made for you. His fingers curl into your hair, his other palms your breast as he kisses and sucks on the sweat-soaked skin of your neck.
You’re so close, you aren’t going to be able to hang on for much longer. “Oppa… I- I’m gonna cum…”
He groans, his pace not faltering even a little. He fucks you until you’re shaking, thighs squeezing around his waist, fingers pulling on his hair until you finally fall off the edge.
Daesung follows a moment later, filling the condom deep inside you with a deep groan against your skin. He stays inside you until you catch your breath and stop trembling, then he slowly pulls out and discards the condom to the small trashcan next to the nightstand.
He lays on his back next to you and pulls you to his chest, and you melt into it. He runs his fingers through your hair gently now, then down to softly scratch your back.
“I think we should do this again.” He says, voice barely above a whisper.
You hum in response, nodding against his chest. You think you forgot how to speak.
You wake up still laying on Daesung’s chest to the noise of his soft snoring, and the feeling of his hand firm on your back. He stirs too, then you feel a soft kiss on the top of your head.
“Good morning.” You whisper, still half asleep.
“It is a good morning.” He kisses your head again.
The rest of the morning is almost domestic. He makes you coffee, cooks you breakfast. He kisses your cheek and hugs you from behind.
After a while, you remember your phone. Yuna.
10 missed calls. About 40 unread texts.
You send her a quick text, promising to tell her everything when you return to your hotel. She scolds you for not answering last night, but she’s secretly excited for all of the details.
Daesung distracts you with another kiss on the top of your head as he sits down next to you on the couch.
“Where are you from?” He asks, sipping his coffee.
“I live in Seoul. I like the city.” You smile, and he nods.
“Good. Give me your phone.”
You narrow your gaze. “Why?”
“So I can put my number in it.” He says, like it’s casual. “I want to see you again.”
He speaks like he’s talking about the weather. Not this life altering change, as if your heart didn’t just stop.
You nod and hand him your phone with a shy smile. He puts his number in and hands it back, but not before taking a dumb selfie and setting it as your lockscreen.
“There. Don’t forget about me.” He teases, and you actually laugh at the absurdity.
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
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