Jong-in and Hae-in are left at a stand still after Jinwoo's rightfully explosive exit. Without you, who is there to calm the storm?
Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x New mom!reader
Tags - Jong-in x Hae-in, Dilf!Jong-in, New mom!Hae-in, Depictions of Blood/Death, Angst,
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Jong-in waited for Jinwoo to leave before slipping back into the hospital room where Hae-in stood by your body. He couldn't shake the feeling that someone else was here, but no one ever showed or revealed themselves. So he let it slide.
You were dead and Jong-in couldn’t believe it.
“How is this happening?” She said, holding In-ho close to her chest, eyes tearful and wet.
“I… I don’t know.”
He wanted to get close, to see you properly, to clean you up with dignity. His body did not allow it, it halted where he stood like Jinwoo’s condition created a physical barrier around you.
You were dead, and he wasn't sure if Jinwoo knew that fully.
Jong-in never said goodbye, he never came in to congratulate you on the twins who were missing.
I should have listened to Hae-in… I should have done more. I've never been more useless than I was today.
He did not believe for a second that the association was capable of this, of such cruelty. Snatching children from their mothers arms like Chairman Go previously mentioned, then rescinded. Was he actually behind this? He looked to Jinwoo like a son, a child protégée he never had despite Jong-in's public nickname. And then to order your murder? You were dead. Gone. Vanished out of existence.
In-ho was safe. His son. His little boy. But Jong-in didn’t feel one ounce of relief, not while your body laid on a hospital bed with more blood outside of your body than in it, and two newborn babies without their mother, their father. Alone and vulnerable.
Perhaps it was because of his paternal instincts kicking in the moment In-ho was born. Seeing his little tufts of blonde hair like his mothers, his grey eyes matching Jong-in’s like a cute little pair. He was perfect.
And he shamefully had another child on the way.
Another shameful issue for another time. It wasn't how he saw his life heading.
The twins would be perfect too, no doubt. He’d know that when Jinwoo brought them back to your side.
“Take him, I’m going to clean her up.”
Hae-in handed In-ho to him, being the most lucid she’d been in weeks. She waddled over to the sink and found a sponge in the little cupboard underneath, picking up a fallen bowl and filling it with what she could.
You didn’t look peaceful at all, never seeming like you were sleeping either, not like other hunters who’d perished would have. Your brows were furrowed, like you were laying in pain that medication couldn't fix, hair knotted and sticky on whatever skin it could find and cling to.
Still, you were beautiful. That would never change.
“You loved her, didn’t you?” Hae-in said, her lip trembling awaiting an answer she probably wasn’t sure she’d want the answer to.
She was right. Mostly.
“I uh…” Jong-in was taken aback.
He did. But he didn’t.
“To be honest? I never got the chance to.” He sat down in the chair in the corner, cuddling In-ho close to his chest. “I have these feelings and never acted on them... I uh... Well I always thought I wasn't good enough, despite everyone's view of me. So I decided to never do anything about it.”
Up until In-ho’s birth, Jong-in found himself thinking about what his life would have been like if he’d been paired with you. It wasn’t that he regretted his path with Hae-in and in honesty, he wished the association hadn’t pressured him to make more children.
He was happy being a dad and partner to one person. But it didn’t stop him thinking about you. In respect, he never even entertained pursuing anything, taking Jinwoo’s feeling’s into account.
Jinwoo was in love with you, that much was obvious before today, the engagement, even before you fell pregnant. You were just that oblivious.
Just like you were oblivious to Jong-in too, even when his excitement and disappointment was barely contained before and after the results came in.
Not that it mattered anymore…
"She was so hot headed, always trying to stand up for what she believed in. She would have made a great mother. I don't really know how Jinwoo will cope."
“Oh… Right.”
Hae-in sponged you down respectfully and started taking off the dried flakes of blood and grime off of your hands. Your body still slumped, still loose.
How long before she starts going stiff? Fuck, what must be going through Jinwoo's mind right now? What's going through mine?
“But, I love you, Hae-in. I know that much, and I'd like to make a go of things if you'd have me too. Once my second child is born, I’m stopping this. I’m not letting the association push me into any more decisions, not when I’d like to stay with you.”
"You love me..." She hesitated. Mouth closed. Then open. “Do you love her too?”
The other Hunter Jong-in slept with was someone he wasn’t keen on, she was in lack of a better word, high maintenance. Not meaning she wanted Jong-in’s attention, just the attention that came with his presence, like a massive human sized pawn. Jong-in attended appointments with her and nothing else. She kept to her own social circle and pretty much pulled him out for special occasions like a toy doll for company or fine china.
Jong-in, the ultimate hunter, pregnant with his baby.
Like he was even ultimate any more. He did nothing today to prove it when he should have pushed through his exhaustion, and did everything he could to protect his child instead of relying o someone else to do it. So fucking weak.
Hae-in was nothing like that, she didn't expect much form him in terms of his presence or social ability. She had poise, dignity, and Jong-in had ignored her ‘paranoia’ and it led to this.
“No. She doesn’t feel anything for me either despite how she is during our public appearances.”
She shook her head slowly, processing something, wiping your face down and ridding your skin of blood and red. “I’m not sure how I feel, Jong-in. My pregnancy was so difficult, I never felt seen.”
He disagreed like he was trying to make himself believe it more. “I saw you. I did. I do. The association have their way of getting under your skin, that doctor- the facility drummed it into me that you were just having a funny turn. I never thought anyone would be capable of stealing children away.”
“What if they come back? Or they take In-ho in the middle of the night when we’re sleeping? I can’t sleep knowing that.”
There was only one solution that Jong-in could think of that made logical sense and get out of the associations back pocket for good. “We move, we get out of here with In-ho and we leave the city- no, the country, if you want to.”
“What about your other child?” Hae-in moved closer to Jong-in on the other side of the bed to clean your other arm.
“She wouldn’t let me have full custody. I doubt she’d even want me around at all, not if I’m halfway somewhere else. She'd probably make it difficult, but I'll still try for some sort of a relationship. If not, then I’ll support her from afar and do my duty as the baby's father, but this is where my family is, in this room.”
Hae-in continued cleaning you, standing weak in the poorly strung hospital gown. “You really love me?”
“I do.”
It seemed like the best type of love, one that grew with time from nothing, a seed in the grown given enough love and care that bloomed into something beautiful. The love he felt for Hae-in versus you was entirely different. With you, it was almost instantaneous, and still he never had time to get to know you more like he wanted to. He learned little things about Have-in he never did with you. Her favourite colour was red. She did this little nose wiggle before she sneezed. And she was entirely more sensitive to sad films than she ever let on.
In the end, Jong-in was where he was supposed to be. With Hae-in. Just part of him didn't want to let you go even though he never had you in the first place, even your friendship fizzled out because it was just never meant to be.
It would take time, but he'd grieve it.
Have-in sniffled, cleaning your body with brief pauses to compose herself. “I can’t believe she’s dead… Jinwoo, he loved her too, and he’ll never get to again. How did this happen? His babies are missing. What if they were taken like In-ho almost was but he can’t ever get them back? He'll never be the same again.”
Jong-in would carry that guilt with him for the rest of his life, begging Jinwoo to help him and it put his own children’s safety at risk. Now they were missing and Jinwoo stepped into a war path he might not ever come back from.
Useless. That was the only word he could come up with.
Useless.
“How can he come back from this? I always saw the way he looked at her, he worshipped the ground she walked on. He was so intense, around her, but he looked at her with a softness I’ve never seen before. I think she was the love of his life... he's never looked at anyone else like that... and s-she's gone.”
Jong-in knew that look. “I know exactly what you mean. His intensity. Sometimes I noticed how he looked at me like he wanted to beat me up.” He chuckled sadly, knowing full well if Jinwoo did go for him, it wasn’t just a quick fight Jinwoo wanted, it would be blood.
Any blood.
All blood.
Someone to answer for your murder.
Someone killed you, clearly. It wasn’t like you fell on something by accident and just died. Any idiot could see you were murdered.
“Jinwoo doesn’t want me around and I understand completely, but if there’s anything I can do to help find who did this, I’ll do everything I can. I’ll use the guild’s power and connections if I have to. Maybe the other guilds might help?”
“We’re in it deep, Jong-in... aren’t we?”
Hae-in straightened your hospital gown and pulled the thin, and no doubt scratchy sheet over your lower half until the majority of the blood was covered. She placed your hands in a respectful overlap and softly stroked your hair as thought you really were sleeping.
Jong-in couldn’t even pretend. He couldn’t look at you for more than a few seconds without losing his breath.
“Yeah…” He nodded slowly. “We are. And I don’t know who to trust.”
The people he did trust were either storming off down the hill, dead, or hours postpartum. The list was small, thinning out and their lack of presence lately had Jong-in even doubting Baek, Tae-gyu and Dongwook’s positions on this.
“What do we do, Jong-in?”
“We do the best we can with what we’ve got. But no one is taking our child away from us, not again.”
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Too quiet. Too much time to think. But tonight, you wish you’d stayed late.The house is warm, dim. Quiet at first. Then—laughter. Muffled. Feminine. You freeze halfway down the hallway, keys still in hand. The sound comes again, breathy, giggly. Intimate. It’s coming from your bedroom.
Your bedroom.
Your fingers numb as you set your bag down.You tell yourself it’s nothing. A misunderstanding. He’s on the phone. You’re imagining it.
But then you hear it. A moan. And the deep murmur of his voice. His voice.
Something inside you breaks.
Your feet move without thinking. You push the bedroom door open. Slowly. Silently.
You wish you’d screamed. Maybe it would’ve hurt less.
She’s straddling him. His hands are on her hips. Her bra is on the floor. The sheets are a mess.
Your sheets.
He looks up, startled. His mouth opens like he’s going to say your name.
You run.
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You don’t know how you get to Baek’s apartment. Maybe it’s muscle memory. Maybe it’s instinct.
He’s Jong-In’s old friend. Former guild partner. One of the only people who actually saw what you and Jong-In looked like before marriage turned into this tightrope walk of guilt and glass.
You’re crying so hard you can barely knock.
The door yanks open, and Baek stares at you like he’s seeing a ghost.
“Y/N?”
You fall into his chest.
He catches you without hesitation.
He doesn’t ask you anything right away. Just brings you inside, hands gentle as he guides you to the couch.You’re curled into yourself, knees tight to your chest, sobs still stuck in your throat. Baek crouches in front of you, his eyes sharp, scanning your face like he’s checking for injuries.
“What happened?” he says quietly. You open your mouth. Nothing comes out. So you just whisper, “He cheated.”
Baek’s face hardens.
You continue, voice shaking, “She was in our bed. Like it was nothing. I—I saw it. I saw them.”
And then you’re crying again.
But this time Baek doesn’t hesitate. He wraps his arms around you, strong and protective, pulling you into his chest like he can absorb some of the pain. He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t give you pity or platitudes. Just holds you while your world crumbles.
~~~~~~~~~
It’s hours later when there’s a knock at the door.
You’re in one of Baek’s hoodies now, curled on his couch, eyes red and raw. You stiffen when you hear the knock.
Baek glances at you. You shake your head.
He walks to the door, calm and slow.
When he opens it, you hear a voice that turns your stomach.
“Where is she?”
Jong-In.
Baek doesn’t move. “Leave.”
“I need to see her,” Jong-In snaps.
Baek’s voice doesn’t rise. “You don’t need shit.”
You curl tighter into the hoodie, heart thundering.
“She’s my wife.”
“You should’ve thought about that before you brought someone else into her bed.”
There’s a pause.
Then Jong-In’s voice, low, desperate. “I messed up. I—I was going to tell her. It didn’t mean anything. It just happened—”
“Cut the bullshit,” Baek says sharply. “She doesn’t want to see you.”
“I need to explain!” “No. You need to leave.” Another beat of silence.”I still love her.” You feel sick.
Baek slams the door in his face.
He turns to you slowly, cautious like he’s handling something fragile. You don’t say anything. Just stare at the closed door.
“He looked like hell,” Baek mutters. “Good.”
You exhale shakily. “Do you think I should’ve talked to him?”
Baek walks over and sits beside you. “No.”
Your hands fidget in your lap.
“I keep thinking this is a dream. A nightmare.”
Baek leans back against the couch, arm draped along the top. “It’s not. But I’m here.” You rest your head against the cushion, tears stinging your eyes again.
“I don’t know what to do.”
He turns his head toward you. “You don’t have to know. Just don’t go back. Not yet. Not until you can breathe.”You nod. Baek doesn’t press. He doesn’t try to fix it. He just stays.
The next morning
You wake up to the smell of coffee.
Baek’s already up, dressed in a worn t-shirt and joggers, mug in one hand, flipping through the news on his tablet. He glances up as you shuffle into the room.
“You sleep okay?”
You nod, even if it’s a lie.
He holds out the coffee. “I made it the way you like. Hazelnut and cinnamon.”
You take it.
The warmth in your hands makes you feel human again.
“I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here,” you admit.
He gives a small smile. “You’d still survive. You’re tougher than you think.”
~~~~~~~~~
Later that afternoon, Jong-In texts.
Jong-In: Please talk to me. I’m not giving up on us.
Then again.
Jong-In: You’re still my wife. We can fix this.
You stare at your phone for a long time. Then you hand it to Baek.
He looks at it, frowns, then blocks the number.
“Don’t let him manipulate you,” he says. “He’s not sorry. He’s just afraid of losing control.”
You exhale. “That’s exactly how it feels.”
“Good,” Baek says. “Then we’re on the same page.”
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Authors note; okay guys i’m thinking about making this a series i’m not sure yet but i have a good idea of what it would be like lmk if you want a series.
Title: Uncontrollable
Word Count: 2,700
Genre: smut, fluff, story + boyfriend!Kai, college au, light masturbation, ‘punish’, little part of Kai pov
A/N: i did some research for this one, so hope you like it!
Couple No. 1(part 2)
“Why don’t you come over?” Kai asked changing his tone noticeably. You pulled the phone from your cheek to give a glance. Pretending to see if it was actually him.
“Is that a joke?” You raised your voice gaining the attention of the 30 people also walking to the library. You smiled cheesily, embarrassed at the judgmental eyes.
He scoffed over the phone, “What do you mean?!”
“I told you I have to study for mid-terms! And your response is I do it at your house! Pfft! Yeah.” When you got to the steps you settled to hear his laughable excuse.
“Well, yeah. I have to mid-terms too, I can help!” He reasoned with you.
“If I come over, you and I know no “studying” will happen,” He gasped loudly. As if you were speaking lies. “I’m not arguing with you.” Quickly, you smacked your teeth as you were easily drawn to the red button to end the call. Just as you ended the call abruptly and his cute photo disappeared; you could only feel the guilt build up in your throat. You opened his texts and typed: “I’ll call you later” Only a second later did it read: ‘read’
You sighed, choking on your own breath wasn’t fun. You knew that you had barely seen him in the past two weeks. Even you were hungry for his hunger. You snapped your fingers repeatedly - a habit you picked up in high school to cope with nervousness.
You turned back to the stairs to step on each step. You felt your skirt hike up your waist. It scared you to think about how many guys were trying to look up it. You smooth the skirt out trying to pull it back down to its original place.
Inside the library, it was more crowded than usual, and even though it was three days before mid-terms this was still much. You scanned the room for just one single empty chair. It was in the corner, but it was better than nothing.
After you put your over-the-shoulder bag on the table. You searched the aisles for a textbook on basic history. Up and down the aisle you couldn’t find a thing. Until at the end at the very top, the exact book you were looking for was barely visible. You cringed, knowing that if you tried reaching for it your skirt would work against you. You sighed before making a reach for the title. One hand trying to snatch the book, the other pulling down your hem. All the while you were unwarily pulling on the delicate lace of your panties. Your sharp nails started cutting into the weak fabric. Before you knew it the ripping noise alerted you. You pulled back and went into a dark shadow of the library. You gasped realizing that half of your ass was exposed!
You needed out! You went for your bag, halfway to it you hear a cruel cat whistle in the crowd of focused people. You can’t pinpoint it, but it sure does boil your blood anyways.
“Immature.” You mumble to yourself. You reach into your bag aimlessly for your phone. You can only find it by the rough crystal DIY case it has. Grasping it by both sides. You press the power button. Reluctantly you open Kai’s text-only saying the word “ok”.
You know that if you ask to come over, it’ll be humbling but quite a blow to your pride. You slowly press the keyboard telling him that your way.
Kai POV
I wasn’t amusing myself. I was stilling beating my self up. The fact that my girlfriend thinks I can’t control myself baffles me. But it got me thinking...is she right? It can’t be! The last time I saw her all we did was kiss and eat dinner. She even slept over, and nothing happened. She’s just making excuses. I sighed aloud.
My eyes went down to rest in my palm for a moment. It stayed that way until my phone notified me of a text. I lifted myself out of my pitiful state peeling off the sofa in the centre of my bedroom. Immediately I lazily grab at the screen until I am completely gripping on it. I turned the screen on and she has texted me! I rapidly unlock it anxious to see if it was all a misunderstanding.
“Oppa, I hope it's okay...I want to visit you now^^”
A sigh of relief leaves my lips, I begin to reply to her text: “It’s a long way from campus Y/N. Do you want me to come to get you?” I hear the rain outside begin to hit my windows urging me to add another text. “I hate it when you walk in the rain.”
Three dots pop up, then they disappear. One more time and she responds.
“No, It’s okay I have an umbrella~”
I pout. She turned me down again. I take a deep breath deciding whether or not I should continue this conversation. I slam the phone down in anger as if I was moving on from it. I stormed to the bathroom door, slamming it behind me. I took one glance and I was already fixing my hair. I focused in on my hair. Moving the hairline back and forth. My frustration got the best of me.
“Screw it!” I yelled.
I started at the hem of my shirt stripping it slowly in pace. When my shirt was blocking my face the lusty image came to my mind: her taking my shirt off for me. I winced. Internally begging myself not to think like that. But I couldn’t stop. A whole scenario played in my mind, of me fucking her till I basically pass out.
“Cold shower it is!” I announced to myself.
I spun around to the glass door, the crystal clear glass door. I reminded myself that my jeans were most definitely still on. As excited as I was for this shower I lingered in removing my pants at all.
I took another two steps and one more into the large spaced shower. I stepped under the showerhead as if it was a spotlight. I was very reluctant when turning on the cold water and not the hot, but I still ended up turning it on. Like needles in my skin, the water was almost painful until I got used to it like I would in a pool.
It dripped down my face to my lips and to my neck. I tried to pry my eyes open but one involuntary blink and I was still seeing her mouth engulfing my dick. I cried out. I wanted to open my eyes but I couldn’t. My head fell to the tile wall in front of me. And my hand was almost instinctively sliding to my hard length. Seeing what I was seeing while stroking myself ever so gently, I was merely tasting faux satisfaction.
I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself around her at this point.
Your POV
You ran down the stone path to his house. You were barefoot at this point. Your cloth Converse shoes were more important than your now cold feet. An arm's length away from the lock you reached into your bag desperately for the house key Jong-in had given you. “Where is it!” You whined. Hyperventilating worried you had dropped it or left it somewhere. “Please.” You begged. when you heard the key chain shake you tracked it down, seizing it frantically.
You jangled the keys in front of the lock, using one hand to hold the umbrella and the other to find the matching key. Once found, you jabbed it into the door, then shoving the door open when it clicked.
You stood up straight throwing your umbrella to the floor. All the lights were off. You could see everything but no lights were on. You dropped your shoes behind the door and started travelling up the wooden stairs.
“Oppa?” You called out slightly. You didn’t yell it loudly, seeing as barely anyone was home you reckon he would have heard you. You got to the top of the staircase and peered up. All doors were closed except for his. Before going on, you fixed your strap and your skirt.
When you got to his door, you tiptoed in and suddenly felt more comfortable. You dropped your bag and kept on to the bathroom. The sounds coming from it peaked your interests. “Oppa?” You called again.
The moaning stopped, and he replied “Y/N! I’ll be out in a second!” He insisted nervously.
You shrugged and backed away to your bag. Grabbing your phone and tossing it to the perfectly made bed. Your hands went on the waist-line of your panties pulling them down, glad to be rid of them. You moved on to the lone clean close basket beside his couch. Digging through it in search of the underwear you left 3 weeks ago after making a quick escape from his parents.
No sign of them.
You stood up to the dark wooden wardrobe in the corner of his spacious room. You kneeled down to the mini drawers at the bottom of the closet. Digging through seemingly-endless pairs of socks and underwear.
How hard can it be to find a bright yellow pair of panties?
As you began to give up you noticed the light fabric underneath it all. You pulled them out, stood up, and closed the wardrobe as it was before.
You went to the right side of his bed where your phone was. You rested on the edge of the bed forgetting about the panties which you planned on putting on. You went into your pocket for your AirPods. Taking them out quickly and putting them in without a second thought.
You opened up Instagram. Scrolling endlessly. Double-tapping. Everything was unamusing and simply boring. You with your legs barely one the floor, and in a state of trance; didn’t even realize that the shower was off and Jong-in no longer in it.
You were distracted by your phone when you felt to hands slide onto each side of your ass and massage smoothly. Your head leapt up and looked back. Jong-in starring at your exposed ass, merely drooling at the sight. He closed his eyes and stopped his hands. He stuttered out the shy words. “I need you.” You looked down almost ashamed.
You frowned at his distraught face. You took out your AirPods and put them back in the Winnie the Pooh case. You shook your head. “Are you sure?” Chuckling out whilst questioning him. “, because if you really did you would already have me naked and begging for it.” You narrowed your eyes, cocky and sure of yourself. Hoping you would get him to fuck you.
His hands started again and he revealed: “I’m afraid I'll be rough.”
You stood up looking at him face-to-face. Taking the lead with a kiss. You started to run your hands through his thick hair. His hands travelled up the back of your shirt, unclipping your bra you pulled back giving him a deep stare. At this point, he was so afraid of making the wrong move. He went on a limb and started sucking on your neck, making you moan under your breath.
Running out of skin to kiss he pulled the neck-line of your tight t-shirt. You scoffed and pulled it off yourself along with your bra. You pinned back to his lips and he started to stick his tongue in to explore you more. You started to release yourself bit his lip sending adrenaline through him. He hands still caressing your back then slid down to the zipper of your black skirt. When it dropped to the floor, he pulled your bare pelvis to his to feel his staff stabbing through his towel. He snatched your waist again turning you around pushing you to the bed.
You on your stomach, crawling up on all fours resting on your elbows. He stood behind you, untucking the towel still wrapped around his waist.
You didn’t know when h-- Your walls clenched around him, the cold shower making him nearly chilled. He almost fell over after feeling your walls around him making him groan loudly. Once he stood back up straight, immediately his hips starting thrusting into you. Now your breaths were matching his thrusts, however, his were rapid pants.
Pulling your hips further into him you moaned with the deeper feeling. You encouraged him with each cry of his name you shouted. When you tensed up your end was near. “I’m gonna cum!” You insisted. Without a second Jongin replied, “Not yet, baby.” You tried holding back. But only a moment later did you let go. He slapped your ass, “Bad girls who don’t listen need punished.”
He pulled out and turned you on your back. You backed up until he grabbed your ankles. You followed him as he snaked up on you. He hung over you, set at your entrance once again. You laughed and requested, “Do better this time will you?” Only sparking his ego further. Almost annoyed by you he was abruptly in shoving his dick in you. You weren’t expecting this much force, in return, your nails dug into his back making him howl “Ow, fuck, Y/N!” He started thrusting harder and faster. Your moans started to be screams. “Oppa!” You called out. “Please!” You weren’t sure why you were begging for more, but you knew he sure did listen. The nails, which were still in his back, starting scratching marks into his. His snatched your arms from around his back and pinned them beside your head. He got lost in his throbbing trying to reach his orgasm. He threw his head back when you clenched around his member. His hands let go of your wrists, and his face fell into your neck. He began nibbling on your collar-bone. Whilst your hand stroked the back of his head and the other rested on his back.
At this moment he felt his orgasm coming. He started to groan while still buried at your neck. “Aw, fuck! Baby, I'm gonna cum!” He yelled helplessly. He started to moan your name each time he went in deeper. “Y/N!”
You wrapped your legs around his hips as he came. You cried out as he pulled out. He lifted his head up to give you another kiss. Smiling brightly he asked, “How about a cleanup?” You nodded vigorously as he dropped down. He started in between your breasts, before taking one in his mouth. The travelling further down, giving butterfly kisses to each inch of your sensitive skin.
When he was finally eying your soaked pussy, he licked his lips and said: “Baby, you look so good.” One of his hands went to rub your clit softly, wary of how sensitive you are right now. You swallowed down one moan before letting out a louder one. His finger stopped and his mouth went to your clit. Sucking on it hardly and roughly. You grabbed each of your nipples giving a good massage before nearly smashing them between your fingers. Now biting on your clit he was ready to taste you. His tongue made a trail to your entrance. Then both his hand and his tongue went it. Beating in and out of you. His other hand went in too, on each side of your opening; allowing for easier access inside of you. You felt each digit add a second, both pumping in and out of you. “Yes, Oppa!” You yelled. Quickly, you reached for his head pulling him closer. Driving his tongue further in your pussy. His fingers found their way deeper than his tongue, they were syncing and stretching you. By the time you could catch your breathe his fingers were curling on the inside. Forcing a pleased scream from you. “Yes!” You shouted. His swipes and circles were hard to keep up with, you rocked your hips to feel them further. “I’m----” You had finally come. And Jongin was there licking every drop of your sweet juices up.
He came up for air and found a comfortable resting place on your stomach. He caressed your waist and spoke after a long silence. “Thank you, baby.”
You smiled weaving your fingers in his locks again. “I love you, Y/N...” He admitted aloud.
You sighed peacefully before replying - “I love you, Jong-In.”
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