#jongin x reader

What was meant to be a recharging weekend had quickly spiraled into a series of unfortunate events.

From the second you stepped out of your apartment, the universe seemed to have it out for you. You had realized—too late—that your keys were still on the kitchen counter, and because you hadn’t checked the forecast, you were standing on the sidewalk without an umbrella.

The rain broke just as you entered an old bookstore a few blocks away. The transition was instant: the air turned warm, filled with the scent of aged wood, the dark coffee in the owner’s mug, and that unmistakable, comforting must of old books.

You figured you could kill time there while waiting for Jongin, your boyfriend. He was still across town, likely lost in the rhythm of his class, rehearsing with his students for the upcoming dance competition.

Yet lucky days had never really been your thing.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, dear, but we’re closing in ten minutes,” the old bookseller said. Her voice was just as soft and inviting as it had been when you first walked in.

“Oh… right. Sorry,” you stammered, feeling a flush of heat in your cheeks. You felt clumsy under her gaze; she definitely knew you’d been wandering the aisles for an hour without picking up a single thing. Desperate, you grabbed the nearest spine. “I’ll take this one!”

“Of course! Follow me, please.”

As you trailed her slow steps toward the register, your eyes drifted to the window. Outside was a blurred gray. People scrambled for cover or huddled under umbrellas, while a few indifferent souls simply trudged through the downpour.

You prayed your new purchase wouldn’t be ruined the moment you stepped outside, but the universe apparently had other plans for your wallet.

Snap.

The sudden blackout made the woman jump. “Oh, goodness!” She peered through the dim light at the register, which died, then up at the wall clock, marking 4:52 pm. “I’m sorry, dear. I can’t process the sale without the scanner, and it doesn’t look like the power is coming back anytime soon,” she apologized, trying to turn on the light switch with no success.

“No, I understand,” you said, trying to mask your disappointment as you returned the book to its shelf. “I’ll come back for it soon.”

“Thank you, dear. I’ll give you a discount when you return—”

“Oh, no, please! It’s not your fault at all,” you insisted, waving your hands and letting out a nervous, awkward laugh. 

You felt entirely out of place as you offered a final goodbye, pushed open the door, and braced yourself for the cold air. You tried to walk as fast as your shoes would allow, hunched over with your hands uselessly shielding your head. It was a losing battle; your cardigan quickly became wet and a heavy weight against your skin.

Your only goal at this point was the café you frequent. But as you rounded the corner, the sight of the dark windows made your heart drop. The closed sign dangled mockingly behind the glass. Of course, it was closed. It was sunday.

You stood in front of the door, hoping someone from inside could save you, but that didn’t happen. Frustration boiled up, followed quickly by a wave of exhaustion. You reached into your pocket, desperate to call Jongin, and yikes... your phone was dead.

The universe had finally succeeded in ruining your day.

You sank down onto the narrow ledge of the café’s doorway, tucked away as much as the shallow awning would allow. You pulled your knees to your chest, wrapping your wet arms around them to form a tight, shivering ball, letting out a shaky breath, your eyes watering as the frustration finally broke.

You didn’t know how much time had passed in the same position. However, you felt the same way. 

The sound of splashing footsteps echoed down the empty street, growing louder and more frantic until they stopped right in front of you.

“Angel?”

You looked up, your vision a watery blur, to see Jongin hovering over you. He was breathless, his hair damp, and his eyes were wide with a raw panic that made your heart ache.

“Oh… thank god it’s you, princess,” he exhaled, the words coming out shaky. He dropped to his knees in the puddles without a second thought, his hands framing your face, his thumbs frantically brushing away the rain and tears. “I was terrified… I went to the apartment and saw your keys still in the lock, and when you didn’t answer your phone…” he had to pause, “I didn’t know where you’d gone.”

Jongin didn’t wait for you to explain. He felt how violently you were shivering and immediately pulled off his warm hoodie.

“Wait, no—your clothes will get soaked,” you whispered, your voice cracking. 

“I don’t care about that,” he countered softly. He took off your damp cardigan, guiding the oversized hoodie over your head, helping you find the sleeves. It was huge on you, smelling like him and his cologne. “God, I called you so many times.”

“My phone died,” you choked out, embarrassed. “The power went out at the bookstore, and I forgot the umbrella, and when I came here, they were closed and I just… I couldn’t do anything right today. I’m such a mess…”

You braced yourself for a lecture about being clumsy, but Jongin wasn’t like that. He wrapped your arms around you so tightly you could feel his heart still hammering against his ribs from the stress of looking for you.

“It’s okay,” he murmured into your hair, his voice dropping into that low soothing register he reserved only for you. “My sweet girl, it’s just a bad day, that’s all. You’re not a mess. You’re just exhausted, okay? And I’ve got you now.”

You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shirt as you cried quietly into his shoulder, feeling even more embarrassed. He just comforted you, rocking you slightly and pressing kisses to your temple. After a few minutes, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression melting into a soft, comforting smile.

“Let’s get you something hot to drink, okay?”

“It’s closed,” you said, fresh tears welling up as you gestured toward the dark windows and the mocking sign. “Everything is closed…”

Jongin looked at the sign, then he let out a soft, tender laugh and squeezed your hand, leaning in to bump his forehead against yours. 

“The café might be closed, but the convenience store is definitely open,” he said, standing up and pulling you gently to your feet. He kept his arm firmly around your waist to keep you steady and warm. “And I happen to know they have that ice cream you love. The one with extra chocolate? We’re gonna buy the whole shelf.”

“Jongin… it’s raining,” you protested weakly, even as a tiny smile finally started to tug at the corner of your mouth. “It’s freezing.”

“It was raining,” he corrected softly. “Which is why we’ll buy a ridiculous amount of sweets, go home, and eat them under the thickest blanket we own,” he promised, leaning down to kiss the tip of your cold nose. “C’mon, princess.” 

He held your hand, and with his free hand, he grabbed your damp cardigan. You kept your hand tucked firmly in his, your fingers entwined, while your other arm was lost deep inside the cuff of his massive hoodie. with the hood pulled low over your damp hair.

Jongin didn’t let the silence grow heavy. “I’m thinking we also need those spicy chips we had last time,” he mused as he nudged the store door open, the bell chiming a cheerful welcome. “Or should we go full sugar crash and get gummies, too?”

“Jongin…” you whispered, though a small laugh bubbled up in your throat as you watched him grab a basket. “We can’t possibly eat all of that. It’s too much.”

“Watch me,” he teased, leaning down to touch your nose with his fingertip. “Nothing is too much for my girl.”

He moved through the aisles, tossing items into the basket like he was on a mission. He’d pick up a package, waiting for your opinion, and then drop it in when he saw your eyes crinkle at the corners. He was doing his best to make up for something he didn’t ruin. 

“Two?” you asked, leaning your head against his shoulder as you followed him to the register, noticing he grabbed two pints instead of one ice cream.

“One for the movie, and one for the ‘just because I love you’ part of the night,” he whispered, leaning down to press a quick, lingering kiss to your temple. 

By the time you reached the counter, the basket was overflowing with a ridiculous mountain of sweets. You watched him pay, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over the last of your frustration. The clumsy girl who had been crying in the rain felt far away now. Standing there with him, your hand never leaving his, you realized that your favorite café wasn’t your safe place—the real one was standing right next to you, making sure you never stopped smiling.

Instead of rushing back to the apartment, you found yourself pulling gently on his hand, guiding him toward the long way home. You weren’t ready to end the magic of the moment just yet; you wanted to linger in this version of the world where it was just the two of you.

“Not ready to go in?” he asked softly, pulling you closer to his side. You shook your head, and he didn’t even hesitate. “Alright, then. Night picnic on the move, it is.”

You walked through the quiet streets, tucked deep into the warmth of his hoodie. Jongin started tearing into a bag of sweets, popping a gummy into your mouth and then into his.

“Thank you,” you whispered, noticing your voice cracked a little, making Jongin stop for a second.

“For the gummy? I’d give you the whole bag if you ask me to,” he murmured, his eyes crinkling into those half-moons you loved so much.

You shook your head, feeling a bit overwhelmed. “Just for... for everything.” You weren’t crying, but you had the urge to hug him tightly enough as he hugged you back.

“I love you, angel,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And I will love you even more on bad days like today, okay?”

You looked at him with teary eyes, wondering what you had done to really deserve someone like him. “I love you too, Nini,” you murmured, curving your lips because there were no more tears of sadness or frustration, but love.

Jongin smiled back at you, leaning down to finally kiss you properly. His warmth and soft lips were all you needed to feel better. “Let’s go home, honey. I’ll handle the rest.”

“This is the playlist?”

Jongin frowns. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Well, it’s not very Christmas-sy. Most of these are…” you trail off, shaking your head as you continue scrolling through his music.

“You don’t like it?”

Rolling your eyes, you ignore how your ears burn under his scrutiny. It’s not that you don’t like the music. No, the songs aren’t the problem. The issue arises from the fact that you’re hosting a family dinner, not a… sex rave orgy party, or whatever the hell he actually made the playlist for. Most of the songs aren’t even holiday-themed!

“Maybe you just need to hear it,” he says, sidling up behind you, hand already reaching for his phone.

“I doubt that.”

With a flick of his finger music fills the room. Even before the lyrics start you know this is a bust. The song is sensuous and bass-heavy; the exact opposite of a holiday tune. You sigh, once again shaking your head. Your mouth falls open to protest his choices but snaps shut twice as fast when bed squeaks blast out through the speaker. Despite the heat flooding your system, a shiver tears down your spine.

Jongin remains in your space, his arms wrapped around your waist, hips swaying to the beat. Resting his chin on your shoulder, his lips ghost along the curve of your neck. If he notices how your breath hitches, he refrains from commenting on it. Instead he pulls you closer. Your back meets his chest and you commit him to memory: the comfort found in his arms, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, the shape of his muscles as they flex–

“Jongin,” you whine, squirming in his grasp. “This won’t wor–”

“Shh,” he hums, the sound reverberating from his body to yours. “Feel the music.”

Deciding to humour him, you close your eyes. The bass thumps against your chest. An erotic fantasy plays out before you courtesy of the explicit lyrics floating within your mind. Jongin’s fingers trace patterns across your stomach, switching to a series of taps whenever the beat drops. It’s all noise and reverb as the music speeds up. Unable to make out a single word over the cacophony of sound, you throw your head back and lose yourself to the rhythm.

Sliding his hand under your shirt, he unbuttons your pants with deft fingers. Loosening them just enough to slip inside, his fingers brush over your clothed cunt, teasing your entrance until you’re bucking into his palm. Your lip stings the harder you bite down on the plump flesh, holding back your wanton moans.

His kisses are liquid fire against your neck. When his teeth graze your pressure point you break. Your body shakes with unrestrained need as you whimper, tilting your head to the side to offer him better access. He nibbles and sucks on your skin until your knees tremble. Reaching above, your hand finds purchase within his silky hair. The longer he prolongs the inevitable, the harder you tug.

“You’re so impatient,” he murmurs. “Are you feeling neglected?”

Nodding, you grind against his crotch in response. He laughs. After a final chaste kiss to the searing patchwork of marks he’s undoubtedly left on your neck, he focuses on your cunt. Nudging your panties to the side, he eases his middle finger into your pussy. You clench around him as your core kicks into overdrive. Raw heat explodes through your veins.

“Fuck, Jongin, it’s so good,” you say, fighting to keep your tone steady.

His palm presses into your clit each time he pushes inside. Setting a lazy pace, his movements are languid yet delectable. When he slips another finger inside to scissor you open, you release his hair in favour of gripping his wrist, both as an anchor and to hold him in place. It isn’t until he finds the spongy ribs of your g-spot that he gets serious.

Losing faith in the strength of your legs, you lean back against him. He chuckles at your pout but readjusts his hold, tightening his arm around your waist and securing you against his chest. Increasing his tempo, his fingers pump inside your clenching walls. When your nails dig into his arm he hisses, biting your shoulder in return.

Somewhere between exquisite pain and feverish bliss you’re thrust over the edge. Blinding waves of pleasure rock your body. You ride out your orgasm, oblivious to the ache building within your muscles. The world slows around you as your vision dims and your hearing fades. Slumping against Jongin, you yawn.

“So do you still hate it?”

“I can’t play this tonight,” you say as his hand retreats from your tingling cunt.

“Tonight?”

Lifting you into his arms, he carries you toward the bathroom before setting you down by the counter. He grabs your basket of supplies and sets off to work. Steam clouds the mirror as hot water flows into the tub. Tossing in a bath bomb and some oils, his eyes drift over to you. Devoid of any expression, you stare at him. A spark flashes within his dark eyes.

“Wait, did you think I picked that music for dinner tonight with your parents?”

“What other playlist would I want today of all days?”

A smile cracks across his face. He shakes his phone before placing it beside the sink. “Good thing I have your Christmas music right here.”

He whisks you into his arms and a contented sigh escapes your lips. You relax into his touch, allowing your worries to ebb away with each kiss pressed against your skin. His fingers once more travel the length of your body. He undresses you with ease. Warmth tickles your sensitive clit as his mouth hovers over the small bud. Each word he speaks sends trembles down your spine.

“I’ve taken care of everything else, so now let me take care of you.”

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jongin huffs. “you hate me.”

“yeah,” you reply sagely, throwing him a grin you know is annoying. “i hate you so much that i married you yesterday. kissed you in front of everyone we love. and promised to always be by your side.” you wiggle your fingers dramatically, the slim silver band on your fourth finger catching the light from above, shining softly.

a permanent reminder of your love, one that jongin also carries now.

jongin groans. “that's not fair.”

“i know. but sickness and health, remember? i didn't think it'd happen so fast. it hasn't even been a whole twenty four hours yet.”

“i don't understand how it happened,” jongin says, pushing himself to sit up and rest against the headboard.

“nini...” you say, concerned, but your husband waves a hand at you. he pulls the blankets over his shoulders with trembling hands that tug at your heart.

“i'm okay. just a little cold.”

“do you want your sweater? i found it on top of my clothes when i unpacked my suitcase.”

jongin shakes his head. “don't need it. i kept it there for you, anyway.”

“kim jongin.”

“are you crazy?” jongin asks, a little hysterical, eyes wide as he looks at you. “calling me by my full name?”

you sigh. “why are you acting like your teeth aren't chattering?”

“it's...the weather. iceland is way colder than home, you know.”

but he shrinks under your gaze. you say nothing as you fill a glass with the warm water and hand it to him. he drinks it slowly under your watchful eyes, scooting closer with every sip he takes till he's resting his head on your shoulder.

“sure you don't need something warmer?”

“i need you,” he mumbles, finishing off his glass.

something warm blooms in your chest. you run your fingers through his hair, wincing at the heat radiating off his skin.

jongin sighs. “'m sorry.”

“for what, nini?”

“getting sick. ruining our honeymoon.”

you frown. “are you seriously apologizing for that?”

“yeah,” jongin sniffs. “i know how much you wanted to see the northern lights. you'd always bring it up every time i mentioned a vacation.”

“i know,” you reason, “but i wanted to see them with you. it would be more magical with you.”

“exactly,” he groans. “now we'll probably have to wait out my fever before we can do anything. or fly back home earlier than expected. god, i wish we were home. i wish i didn't catch this stupid cold.”

“we can't always have what we want, nini,” you say gently, kissing his head, “but you have me. and i'm happy i'm with you. a whole week away from everyone and just with you feels like a dream.”

“...my running nose is a dream?”

“it's not the most ideal situation, but it's you, so it's okay,” you say, patting his chest. “we have the rest of our lives to keep seeing new places, don't we?”

jongin's shy smile highlights his face, like the sun coming out from behind the clouds after a storm. “yeah,” he mumbles, sounding tired but honest. “i'm so happy i married you.”

“me too, nini. now, if you'll be sweet enough to take this medicine as well—”

non idol au, reader(dreamer) x exo polycule vibes, more implied to be with junmyeon but hooking up with most of them, constantly heavy teasing in public like public-public, indirectly edging sub!kyungsoo, tickling/nipple play, kinda cucking vibes but again dream logic so it was treated as casually as friendly touches if that makes sense, may update this section later if I remember anything else

also it kinda looked like the view mv, very spring break with a hot friend group fanfic vibes, I think..................... I'm not american idk anything abt spring break

such a weird dream but I can't say I didn't enjoy it... if like one person shows interest i'll write it, this blog is becoming my (sex dream) diary anyway

White, fluffy clouds surround you all around in this beautiful paradise of his creation. High up in the sky, the sun shines vibrantly, casting its warm glow upon your skin as you rest upon the softest of cushions. A stream gently trickles nearby, white columns surrounding the sacred temple you currently reside in. 

A place only reserved for him, and now you.

Not a single other soul is around. No one to interrupt, or to disturb your peace as he finally gets to take his time with you. Just as he had planned it. Just as it has always been intended to be.

After all, his sanctuary is only meant for you.

Jongin’s touch is soft, caressing your skin as if it is the most delicate crystal he has ever had the pleasure to hold. Not an inch of you goes unexplored, devoting himself to finding out every little thing that makes your breath hitch, and your heart stutter. His hands are warm, tingles erupting beneath his fingertips everywhere he traces over your body.

He is entranced, and he is unashamed to say it.

“You are absolutely breathtaking, My Love,” He sighs out, his eyes fluttering in bliss.

A tender smile pulls at your lips, whole body heating at his honeyed words. Multiple times he has vowed to never lie to you, and given how earnestly his eyes shine with admiration and devotion for you and you alone, you believe every word that falls from his plush lips.

“The most perfect beauty I have ever had the blessings to lay my eyes upon.” He keeps his voice steady, a gentle timbre as his hands trace up the sides of your body.

Pleasant shivers run down your spine, and you find yourself arching into his touch. It’s been like this for hours now. Slow hands adorn your skin, stripping you of clothing piece by piece, and drinking in every inch of your exposed figure with the utmost care. After each piece is removed, he then starts the whole process of worshiping you over, and over again.

Soft, graceful wings flutter behind him as he strips you of your underwear. Pure white feathers flare out, his pupils dilating in adoration as he takes in the sight of you completely bare beneath him. Never has he seen such a wondrous, flawless piece of artwork beneath him, and the fact that you are his only serves to make his head spin.

“Absolutely stunning.” He whispers, completely mesmerized by you for the moment.

Carefully, you reach a hand up to cup his cheek. “I could say the same thing about you.”

Jongin’s heart positively leaps for joy inside of his chest. A tender, loving smile to mirror your own pulls at his lips, eyes clouding with that all too familiar desire and devotion the longer he goes simply staring down at you. His bare chest heaves with each breath, trembling hands back to tracing along your skin.

Again, he starts his whole process over from the very beginning.

Sliding his touch to the back of your calf, Jongin gently lifts your leg beside his head. Carefully, he places your ankle onto his shoulder, turning his head to press his lips against your skin. He lets his kiss linger, lashes fluttering in bliss at the feel of your warmth beneath his lips.

“There is not an inch of you that I do not desire.” He breathes out, slowly beginning to trail kisses up your leg. With each press of his lips, he lets his touch linger, breathing in your scent eagerly. His eyes flick upwards to your own. “You are so fucking perfect, My Beauty.”

Something deep within him purrs at the thought, his gaze darkening as he admires your pure, unfiltered form laying beneath him.

“My Beauty.” A pleased rumble shakes his chest, wings flaring lightly behind him. “All mine to admire… Mine to worship as I please…”

“Jongin-“ 

His name is but an airy gasp upon your lips, eyes hooded in bliss as he coos in content.

“That’s it, Baby,” Placing your one leg back down, he is quick to repeat the same actions to the other. “Only you get to say my name like this. Only your beautiful lips are worthy to speak it. For there is no other sound more fulfilling than that of My Beauty calling out for me, and me alone.”

The sound of his lips pressing kisses along your thigh echoes around the area, soft groans accompanying each movement. His eyes flutter shut, nuzzling into you affectionately the closer he gets towards the apex of your thighs. Just before he reaches your precious cunt, aching and dripping for him, he pulls away.

A small whimper escapes your lips, squirming beneath his touch. The way he chuckles as he slides his hands up the curves of your body has you shivering in anticipation.

You crave more, and Jongin is gladly willing to comply each and every time.

Lightly, he traces his touch over the skin of your stomach lovingly before he’s taking one of your hands into his own. Leaning in, he places a kiss onto the back of your palm, beginning the same process of trailing his lips up your arm. Again, not a single inch is left untouched, his nose tracing along your veins as he smiles against your inner forearm.

The way your free hand comes up to gently brush against the skin between his wings makes him moan. His eyes fall shut, hips jerking forward involuntarily as you begin to massage the spot on his back where his wings protrude.

“You’re not the only one who admires the other.” Your tender admission sends a jolt of pleasure racing down his spine, pride swelling inside of his chest.

“I’m all yours, My Beauty.” He nibbles lightly at the skin of your shoulder. Turning his head, he peeks up at you through his lashes, the corner of his lips tugging upwards. “Every part of me belongs to you.”

A pleased hum escapes you as you comb your fingers lightly through his feathers. “Mine.”

Immediately, his hips jerk forwards again, pressing himself right between your legs. You can feel how hard he is, cock straining against his slacks as a shameless moan tumbles from his lips.

“Yours.” The affirmation is but a pleasant sigh upon the air. “As you will always be mine, My Love.”

Your expression softens, a tender smile pulling at your features. “Yours, Jongin.”

Another pleased rumble shakes his chest, lips trailing kisses across your collarbones and beneath your neck. He nuzzles into you affectionately.

“I could never grow tired of hearing you say that.”

A playful nip is given to your opposite collarbone, continuing his path of kisses down your other arm. His one hand gently soothes over your side, holding onto you so delicately as he begins to roll his hips against your own.

The blissful sigh you let out is simply music to his ears.

Placing a lingering kiss onto your palm, Jongin soon pulls away from you. His tender gaze trails over every inch of your exposed body, taking in the sight of you spread beneath him once more. Excitedly, his wings twitch behind him, lowing himself over you in order to begin tracing his lips over the skin of your stomach.

Greedily, his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you even closer into him. His tongue comes out to lave over your skin, nosing along every dip and curve of your body. Low, pleased hums escape him, along with even more of the same sultry and sweet praises he’s been singing to you since he started this very act. Admiration is too tame a word to describe how he looks at you right now, let alone how he is treating you. What he feels for you is beyond even his comprehension, and he will spend every single day for the rest of eternity proving to you just how much you mean to him.

And, oh, how he worships you.

Slowly, his hands slide up your body, shifting to cup your breasts. An appreciative squeeze is given to your flesh, his dark eyes peeking up at you playfully as he begins to trail kisses up your body. Again, his tongue darts out to taste your skin, thumbs flicking against your nipples before beginning to gently circle over the pert buds.

Another blissful moan escapes you, eyes fluttering shut as you revel in his touch. You arch into him, hands coming up to cover his own over your breasts as he massages your flesh so tenderly. Gently, your thumbs begin tracing over the backs of his hands, squirming beneath his every ministration.

Eagerly, Jongin watches your every movement, drinking in your reactions as if you are his oasis and he has been stranded in the desert for months. His thumbs continue to circle over your nipples, squeezing your breasts together as he buries his face between them.

Taking a deep breath in, Jongin absolutely revels in your scent. A shuddering moan escapes him as he exhales, nuzzling into you affectionately.

“So soft, Baby.” He coos, lips burning a path of feather-light kisses against the swells of your breasts. “Love the feeling of you in my hands… Could worship you for hours.”

A moan slips passed your lips, hips beginning to shift beneath him. The ache in your core is almost unbearable at this point, body burning with desire and need the longer he touches you. Only, right now, you crave his touch somewhere much more intimate. Otherwise, you might just go insane.

“Want you-“ A choked whimper escapes you, pawing at him lightly in attempts to pull him further up your body. “Need you-“

You nearly let out a sob in need, your core throbbing along with every pulse of your heart. There is an innate desire to feel all of him against you, craving his touch in new ways. Ways in which you never thought possible before.

The corner of Jongin’s lips quirks upwards as he feels you beginning to shake with desire. A pride unlike anything he’s ever felt before swells in his chest, a low growl permeating the air. The fact that he has made you this desperate, this needy for him makes his head spin.

Who is he to deny His Angel?

Agonizingly slow, Jongin sinks to his knees. His hands skim down your body, wings fluttering behind him as he settles your thighs over his shoulders. Lightly, his fingertips tease over your skin, brilliant feathers tickling over your flesh as he draws in closer.

“You have me, Baby.” He breathes out so lowly, nothing but adoration dripping from his loving gaze. “You will always have me.”

With those words, he’s leaning into you. 

A chaste kiss is placed over your clit, a smile tugging at his lips as you whimper beneath his touch. Not even a moment later, his tongue comes out to part your folds, moaning shamelessly as the taste of you floods his every sense.

His eyes roll to the back of his head, pressing himself deeper into you as he loses all sense of composure. He meant to take things slow, to continue such a languid pace and show you every inch of his devotion to you. Only, the sweet nectar that drips onto his tongue intoxicates him, making him immediately crave more.

Your thighs threaten to close around his head as he suddenly buries his tongue as deeply as he can inside of you. The way he begins swirling that soft muscle around your cunt, nose pressing firmly into your clit has another moan tumbling from your lips. Each movement over you is met with pleased groans and low growls, the likes of which reverberate against your core and send pleasant shivers racing up your spine.

Jongin’s grip is the firmest it’s ever been when caressing your skin. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, wings draped over your thighs as he pulls you impossibly closer. His tongue explores every inch of your cunt that he can reach, listening closely to every hitch in your breath, and every stutter of your heartbeat. He needs to know exactly how to please you, which movements have you sighing and moaning his name the loudest.

If you aren’t trembling beneath his touch, screaming his name out in ecstasy to every corner in Olympus by the time he’s finished with you, then he truly has not accomplished anything, yet.

Eyes shining with pure devotion gaze upon you as he wraps his lips around your clit. Eagerly, he suckles at that pert little bud, flicking his tongue over it in the next second.

Moans and high pitched whines escape you, along with chants of his name. Your one hand buries itself into his hair, keeping him pressed against you as your nails scratch against his scalp. The way he moans against you each time you tug him closer lets you know that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are right now. Possibly even more.

Flattening his tongue, Jongin begins drawing circles over your clit. His hot breath fans over your cunt, wings fluttering over your thighs and causing his feathers to tickle your skin. He reaches up with his one hand, desperately seeking out your own.

You can feel that coil tightening within your lower stomach, getting closer and closer to snapping with each flick of his tongue over your clit. His name falls like a prayer from your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you eagerly meet his touch halfway.

The moment his fingers intertwine with your own, squeezing your hand so delicately, you feel yourself fall right over the edge.

With a slight hitch in your breath, your eyes are rolling as your back arches from the intensity of your orgasm. Nothing but pure euphoria floods your veins, whole body shaking as your thighs close around his head. All you can manage is desperate cries of his name, high pitched whines escaping you in tandem.

Low, pleased groans echo alongside your own. Fingers tighten in your own, holding you to him as he suckles every last ounce of pleasure from you with his lips wrapped around your clit. Soon, the tip of his tongue is flicking against that sensitive little nub, keeping you suspended in pleasure for as long as he can as he grounds you to him.

Finally, as you settle yourself back down to catch your breath, he pulls away.

“You did-“ A kiss is placed to your inner thigh. “So well-“ Another. “For me.” A pleased rumble shakes his chest, his free hand sliding lovingly over your side. “Such perfection, My Love… I could never tire of watching you come for me.”

A soft hum is all that he receives in return, not trusting your voice to speak for the moment.

Still, he continues to place tender kisses against the skin of your thigh, nuzzling against you affectionately. Something within his eyes makes your heart skip a beat when you meet his gaze. A look you’ve never seen before. One that is full of a deep, dark lust and a very primal desire.

Again, the brush of his feathers tickles the skin of your thighs.