heeeeyy, i really like your stories! I'm not sure If youre taking requests, but... could you write a jongin scenario where they've been dating for a little while and it's their first time "sleeping" together 👀
you're my love belt | 김종인
warning smut, somewhat inexperienced!reader, unorotected p in v, , squirting, cum eating, first time, belly bulge, nipple play, big dick!jongin,
a/n HOW JONGIN DEPRIVED ARE U GUYS?? I GOT THREE REQS OF JONGIN SMUT OKAY you ask i deliver 🥹 i was controlling my urge to add a growl reference in between
jongin’s presence was always a heavy, magnetic force, but tonight he was feeling particularly mischievous. you were curled up on the couch, completely absorbed in your phone, oblivious to the moment he crept up behind you. he leaned in, his chest brushing against your back as he peered over your shoulder to see what had captured your attention.
suddenly, with a lightning-fast movement, he snatched the phone right out of your hands. you gasped, flinching at the sudden theft. "whatchu watching~?" he teased, his voice a playful, sing-song melody that vibrated against the nape of your neck.
"hey! give it back!" you exclaimed, scrambling to your feet. In a desperate bid to reach the device, you stepped up onto the cushions of the couch, reaching out, but jongin was too quick. he moved backward, pulling the phone high above his head, laughing as he leaped back onto the couch with an grace that left you stranded.
you let out a frustrated whine, crossing your arms. "what do you even want?" he paused, a wicked glint in his eyes. he winked slowly, his voice dropping an octave into something far more mischievous. "you."
you rolled your eyes, but you noticed the split second he let his guard down. seizing the opportunity, you lunged at him with everything you had. the momentum sent both of you crashing back into the sofa, with jongin landing flat on his back and you pinning him down.
you straddled his lap, your thighs gripping his hips as you wrestled for the phone. he chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that you could feel in your own chest, as he tugged the device back and forth. in your eagerness to win, you leaned forward, arching your back and grinding your hips down to get a better angle for the reach.
the shift in position was sudden and electric. jongin’s breath hitched sharply, and in a flash of instinctive panic, his hands flew from the phone to anchor themselves firmly on your hips, locking you in place.
"what are you doing...?" you questioned, breathless and flushed. jongin didn't answer immediately. his gaze dropped from your eyes to the point where your bodies were fused. he was breathing heavily now, a deep, crimson flush creeping up his neck and staining his cheeks.
"do you have any idea what you're doing?" he muttered, his voice strained. following his gaze, you looked down. through the thin fabric of your clothes, you felt it—the rigid, pulsing heat of his half-hard shaft pressing firmly against you. The realization hit you like a wave of heat, making your heart hammer against your ribs.
startled and flustered, you made a move to stand up, but jongin’s grip tightened. His fingers dug into your hips, refusing to let you escape the friction. you let out a nervous, airy chuckle, your voice trembling. "sorry... I didn't realize..."
his pupils blowing wide as he looked back up at you. "don't apologize," he groaned, pulling you down closer until your lips were inches apart. "i actually like this position.." he grinned against your lips.
his voice thick with a hunger that made your toes curl. he pulled you down closer until your lips were mere millimeters apart, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. "what about you?" he grinned against your lips, the vibration of his voice sending a shiver straight to your core.
you instinctively smacked his chest, your face flushing as you mumbled incoherent protests. he just chuckled, leaning into your space, his hand coming up to stroke your jaw with a slow, graceful precision.
"what do you say, cutie?" he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours. "it's all your fault I'm like this now, princess." he let out an exaggerated pout, though the desire in his eyes contradicted the playfulness.
"you should've not taken my phone..." you mumbled, though your voice lacked any real conviction, "now I'm all needy and horny," he admitted, the unhinged honesty of it making you gasp.
"are you serious...?" your expression shifted, a mix of shock and growing arousal. in response, his hands snaked around your waist, roaming slowly over the curves of your body. every touch left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "you're so irresistible... what am I supposed to do with you?" he murmured, sounding completely breathless.
he leaned in, his eyelashes brushing against your cheek as he lingered there. you could feel the tension between you, a wire ready to snap. he was hesitant, respecting an imaginary line he feared crossing, but as you looked into his eyes, you saw the truth; raw neediness, blinding passion, and a desperate unsaid desire.
you gave a small, decisive nod. that was all the permission he needed. jongin’s plump lips crashed against yours in a bruising, hungry kiss, erasing any space left between your bodies. his hips unconsciously rutted upward, the friction of his hard length against you leaving you both breathless.
his hands became frantic, roaming everywhere, leaving no inch of your skin untouched—except for the place where a tight, demanding coil of heat had formed in your stomach.n
he kissed you with a precision that felt like art, suckling on your tongue and biting your lower lip just hard enough to make you moan. with a fluid motion, his free hand slid under your shirt, unbuckling your bra with a practiced ease that told you he’d imagined this a thousand times. you helped him, pulling the shirt and bra over your head in one motion.
jongin almost gasped at the sight of your bare breasts. he froze for a second, his mouth agape, gulping hard as his mind seemingly fused from the view. "shit... you kept me deprived of this," he breathed, his tone a mix of disbelief and sheer lust. as his hands finally closed around your breasts, a sigh of relief and pure desire escaped him. "oh, you're so—"
embarrassed by his sweet talk, you pulled him back in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. you jolted, a sharp gasp escaping you when his fingers squeezed your hardened nipples. you pulled back, shocked, only to find him wearing a playful, predatory grin.
"i never knew you were this sensitive..." he muttered against your ear, his low frequency vibrating through your entire body.
before you could recover, he shifted with a sudden burst of strength, flipping the positions. now you were pinned beneath him, your breath hitching as he continued to worship your chest.
he leaned down, his plump lips capturing one nipple, sucking it with a precise angle that made you squirm and arch your back. his other hand kept your opposite breast busy, squeezing and teasing the peak until you were jittering under him. he worked his way across your skin, his tongue leaving a trail of deep purple and red marks.
the sensation became too much; you were on the verge of coming undone just from the friction in your shorts. "jongin... uh—i need you," you whimpered.
he looked up instantly, his eyes sincere and burning with anticipation. "yes, baby? where do you need me?"
"need you—in me..." you muttered, unable to even look him in the eye. a cheeky smile returned to his lips as he raised an eyebrow. "huh? where? i can't hear you, darling."
you exhaled sharply, looking everywhere but at his smug, anticipating gaze. "in me—can you just give it to me?" he groaned, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. "yes baby, I will."
he pressed one last firm, searing kiss to your lips before reaching down to free himself from his slacks. he pushed down his boxers, revealing his thick, throbbing length, fully erect and pulsing with need. you audibly gasped at the size of him, a flicker of doubt crossing your face.
jongin read your expression instantly. "yes baby, it will fit," he whispered, his voice dropping to a commanding growl, "i'll make it fit."
you scoffed at his cockiness, but your heart was racing. without another word, jongin’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down with an urgency that promised no more teasing.
jongin stripped away your shorts and panties in one swift, impatient motion, throwing them aside. as he looked down, he let out a sharp, ragged gasp at the sight of you—slick, glistening, and completely open for him.
"you needed me this much?" he breathed, his eyebrows knitting together in a mix of surprise and raw arousal. he could see how much you were craving him, and he was too. the evidence of your desire dripping down your thighs.
"please..." you mumbled, your voice a broken whisper of desperation. he didn't make you beg again. the playfulness was gone, replaced by a primal intensity. jongin stroked himself a few times, the friction making him hiss through his teeth, before he pressed the angry, pulsing pink tip of his length against your soaking heat.
your back arched instinctively, a jolt of electricity shooting through your spine at the first point of contact. your heels dug deep into the couch, your body instinctively trying to pull him closer.
with a low grunt, jongin grabbed your legs, hoisting them up and pinning them firmly against his shoulders. the position opened you completely, leaving you vulnerable and exposed, giving him the perfect angle to destroy you.
he began to move in, pushing forward inch by agonizing inch. you were already breathless, your lungs burning as you felt the sheer girth of him stretching you open. even at only halfway in, you felt filled to the brim.
"oh my—jongin—!" you moaned his name in a desperate, high-pitched plea. it felt as though he were taking up every inch of space inside you, pushing aside everything else just to make room for himself. your hands gripped the couch cushions so hard your knuckles turned white, and you clamped your legs tightly around his neck, pulling him deeper into your heat.
with one final, powerful surge, he buried himself to the hilt, bottoming out against your cervix with a wet, heavy thud. jongin let out a long, shuddering exhale, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as he trembled from the effort.
"you're so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice a gravelly wreck. "god, if i stay still for even a second longer, i might just cum in you right now..."
you closed your eyes, your head tossing back against the sofa. you focused on the overwhelming sensation of his fullness, the way he stretched you to your absolute limit, and the heavy, throbbing heat of him pulsing deep inside your core.
the silence of the room was filled only by the sound of your synchronized, heavy breathing and the wet slap of skin against skin.
jongin paused, his eyes searching yours, silently asking for permission to finally break the stillness. you exhaled a shaky breath, giving him a small, desperate nod.
he didn't waste another second. he slid out of you almost completely, the sudden absence leaving you cold and aching, before he rammed back into you with full, punishing force. the impact knocked the air clean out of your lungs, leaving you gasping as you squirmed beneath him.
"be gentle—please," you whimpered, your voice cracking under the sudden assault on your pussy. "s—sorry, i couldn't—oh shit," he groaned, his voice trembling. he was shaking, overwhelmed by how incredibly warm and tight you felt.
his legs trembled with a raw, primal desire; he had imagined this a thousand times, but the reality was far more nerve-wracking and intoxicating than any fantasy. sweat trickled down his forehead and raced down his spine. his hands anchored your waist, his grip tightening as he began a slow, rhythmic pace.
the wet, slapping sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by the broken whimpers and moans escaping both of your mouths. jongin leaned in, his breathy moans hot against your ear, his entire frame shuddering with every thrust.
"can you go faster? i think... i think i can handle it," you whispered.
the innocent request made his ears perk up, a predatory glint returning to his eyes. he gradually picked up the speed, his gaze locked onto yours, eating up every expression of lust and desire on your face.
it was a mistake to ask him to go faster, because now he was absolutely wrecking you. the couch groaned under the inhuman pace of his movements, the frame shaking with the violence of his thrusts.
your breath was stolen, words refusing to form; all that remained were breathless whimpers and the sound of you moaning his name like a prayer. jongin’s grip on your waist became bruising, his fingers digging into your skin as he rammed into you at a pace so blindingly fast you couldn't even tell when he was inside or out.
a ring of creamy semen began to form around his length from the sheer friction and lubrication, and your legs jittered uncontrollably. every time he pulled out, a small exhale of emptiness escaped your lips, longing for the fullness to return.
jongin groaned, his breath ragged and desperate as he chased his orgasm. your breasts bounced wildly under the stimulation, and though your legs were tiring out, you refused to let go of the feeling. with one final, guttural growl, jongin grabbed your waist and lifted your hips high, burying himself to the absolute hilt just as his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. overstimulation surged through his veins like electricity.
even as he peaked, he kept moving, determined to take you with him. you clenched your hands into the fabric of the couch. "i'm gonna—come!" your voice sounded ragged, stripped of everything.
jongin pushed even harder, his legs trembling violently. with every thrust, his cum leaked out of your pussy, the sight acting as pure eye candy that pushed him over the edge. you trembled, feeling yourself fill with him, the heat tightening in your stomach until your own orgasm hit you with a crashing force.
"fuck—!" you screamed, your body racking with spasms. you felt the couch beneath you and the heat of his thighs getting soaked. You opened your eyes, blinking in confusion at the sudden dampness.
"holy shit..." Jongin breathed heavily, staring at the aftermath. his thumb reached down, rubbing your clit with precise pressure to push you further through the peak. your back arched, but you instinctively tried to close your legs.
"duck... what—did I pee?" you asked, your eyes knitting together in concern and embarrassment. jongin let out a breathy, amused chuckle, shaking his head. "no, no, no—" he gently but firmly spread your legs again, keeping the stimulation going. "you didn't... holy shit, i made you squirt."
the words made you flush a deeper red, and you closed your eyes in sheer embarrassment, though the sensation was divine. every muscle in your body felt deliciously sore, your skin slick and wet. once he had ridden you through the high of your climax, jongin slowly pulled his hand away.
he deliberately sucked his fingers, licking every crevice and tasting your juices with a slow, sensual flick of his tongue. "you taste amazing..." he murmured, his cheeky smile returning. "i can't believe i waited this long."
you gave him a weak, soft smile, your energy completely spent. "that felt so good..." your voice trailed off, nearly gone. jongin leaned down and gave you one last firm, loving kiss on the lips. "well, they do say good things take time—"
you scoffed and rolled your eyes, though there was no heat in it. your gaze dropped as he stood up and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a warm, wet towel. he began to clean you up with a tenderness that contrasted with the violence of minutes before.
"are you alright?" he asked, his expression shifting to one of genuine concern. you nodded, reaching up to stroke his jaw. "I'm alright. You?" jongin leaned down and kissed your wrist softly. "i'm... sleepy?" you smiled at him, finally relaxed and completely satisfied.
you struggled to sit up, your muscles feeling like jelly and your legs still trembling uncontrollably from the aftershocks of the climax. the world felt a little hazy, draped in the warm, golden glow of complete satisfaction.
jongin watched you with a look of pure adoration, his chest still heaving slightly from the exertion. "let's get you cleaned up?" he murmured, his voice returning to that low, melodic tone.
he opened his arms wide, an invitation for you to let go of whatever strength you had left. you nodded weakly and leaned forward, practically collapsing into him. he caught you effortlessly, his strong arms wrapping around you and pulling your smaller frame flush against his warm chest.
as he hoisted you up, he didn't just carry you; he showered your face and neck with a barrage of soft, lingering kisses. each press of his lips was a quiet thank you, a tender affirmation of the passion you'd just shared.
"i've got you," he whispered against your skin, his breath warm and comforting. with you tucked securely in his embrace, he began to make his way toward the bathroom, continuing to pepper your cheek and forehead with kisses, his heart beating a steady, contented rhythm against your ear as he carried you away from the wreckage of the couch.
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