his nose nuzzles in the crook of your neck while his lips curl up into the perfect shape, to draw small kisses on your skin. he kisses you very slow, taking all his time. his eyes are closed and his breathing is uneven, gentle sighs are leaving his lips after every kiss. his breath blows against your skin, causing butterflies to erupt in your lower stomach.

everytime you weave your fingers through his long black hair, his kiss would last longer, would go slower and you’d feel his lips push more through the soft flesh of your neck. his lips are plump, plushy and more swollen than normal with desire.

your back curves into the perfect arch off the mattress, like the rainbow. he’s the sun and you’re the rainstorm with raging goosebumps hitting your skin like lightning with each of his touches. your heart thunders inside your ribcage he can feel your fast pulse through his lips on your heated skin.

his hand travels habitually to the prominent swell of your boob, specifically on the cusp of it, fingers boldly brushing over your hard nipple, traveling till your under boob and settling there, thumb pushing into your ribs. you breathe hard beneath him, trying to contain the feeling of wetness pooling down your panties. everytime you have the reflex to close your legs and rub them together to ease the pain of pleasure, he’d lustfully nudge his pelvis into you, spreading your legs even more. the hand that’s on your boob swiftly goes down to the underside of your thigh, helping you settle it around his waist, securing it completely still.

everytime you even think of closing them, he pushes his body further down on you, rutting his hard on into your clothed, juicy cunt. you’re flushed against him, heat bubbling inside your tummy and rising up from your back, expanding through your shoulders and rushing to your cheeks. the situation you’re in is so lewd and very arousing and you’re so in love with everything that is haechan right now.

“haechan…” you moan out, chest heaving and breathing speeding up. your perfectly round and deliciously period-in-one-day swollen boobs are jutting into his black t-shirt clothed chest with each sharp intake of your breath. “baby…”

he hums. he hums for god’s sake. he hums for your misery. he hums while not stopping. he hums while only continuing to give you more and more pleasure with every kiss, every lick, every bite. and his little, honey glazed voice, thick with pleasure is all it takes for you to let out a ridiculous whine.

“you’re so sweet,” haechan sucks on the skin just above where your breasts meet. where you spray your fresh coconut perfume every day, where droplets of sweat travel down under your clothes. and the mixture is just about enough for him to go crazy, for blood to pump harder through his veins, all down to his cock. “could drown in your scent all night.”

he takes a deep breath, taking in your intoxicating smell before he starts going down on you, painfully slow, his lips kiss down between the alley of your boobs, and he goes down until his nose disappears between them. when you look down, the only thing you can make out of his face is the slit in his eyebrow, one of the many things you die but not be in love with.

“can’t get enough of you,” he chants after every kiss on your skin. “can’t get enough of you, goddamn.” he takes a deep breath, filling his lungs deeply with your scent. you look down at him with a loving gaze, a hazy smile tugging at your lips. he’s so engrossed in his own thoughts, he’s so full of you, to the brim.

“you smell so good,” he licks a strip from the top of the space between your breasts till the base, burying his nose even deeper into your skin. “you’re so soft, and you smell so sweet…god, fuck.”

his entire body hums with pleasure with just his face between your boobs, nibbling on your skin gently and brushing his nose horizontally on your chest. his fingers slither from your thigh up to the hem of your camisole, tugging on it before slipping his fingers past the silky tissue and gripping on your waist. he doesn’t even flinch when you rake your fingers through his hair, he only swims deeper into his pleasure. a whiny moan escapes his throat, his breathy voice vibrating through your chest and eliciting sparks to erupt along the skin of your spine.

haechan barely pulls his head away from your skin just to bite on your right nipple from above your silky camisole. you moan out loud, pelvis bucking up into his own. “haechan…” you pull onto his black strands of hair. “baby look at me.” you meekly whisper, trying to contain yourself. the soft makeout session you had earlier turning into something you didn’t even expect, but you both happened to be so horny and so needy for each other that this was bound to happen.

first you needed to bring haechan back to you because he’s way too gone to be even conscious of what he’s doing. “baby look up.” you tap on his forehead three times, rubbing your thumb on his steamy skin, caressing the slit on his eyebrow until you reach his cheekbone that’s plastered on your inviting skin. you tap your finger again on his cheek and that seems to gain his attention.

his eyes shoot up and he gazes at you devotedly, lust filling his siren eyes. your insides clench around nothing when you make eye contact with him. you bite your lip and breathe deeply before smiling down at him.

“hi,” you brush his hair out of his forehead.

“hi,” he whispers in a low voice, breathing labored and lips swollen. a smile blooms on his face while scrambling up to you.

you smile at each other, foolishly in love. your fingers keep playing with his hair as he makes his way to position himself right on top of you, leveling his head with yours and supporting his body with his elbows.

“welcome back,” you comment when you see him breathing normally, eyes back into their round shape. “feeling good?”

he pecks you softly. “you drive me fucking crazy.” he breathes on top of your lips and you giggle at that. “let’s make out some more, please.” he whines, making you chuckle even louder.

“let’s take a small break, yeah?”

he hums. “what do you wanna do?”

“let’s just talk.”

“talk?”

you hum and he makes himself comfortable in your arms, feeling tired after having his body propped up on top of you. he snuggles into your chest and you wrap your arms around him lovingly.

“what do you wanna talk about?” he asks softly. almost like a small kid whose parents promised him some candy if he keeps calm. he’s gazing up at you with tender eyes, he looks comfortable and you smile at that.

you caress his cheek sweetly, leaning down to plant a kiss on his forehead, then on the bridge of his nose to finally arrive at his lips. when you pull away, he stretches his neck cutely to chase your lips again for another kiss, but you gently push your palm into his chest.

“i love your eyes. i love the shape of them.”

“really? how much?” he smugly asks.

“so much.” you reply instantly, finding it a great opportunity to just express your love to him, since he loves to be complimented. “i love how you look at me. i can see so much love inside them when you do. they always look so soft…and gentle. they’re so small but when you concentrate on talking about something, you sometimes zone out and they go big, so big actually,” you laugh when he looks at you quizzically. “but it’s so cute.” you scrunch your nose at him.

he contemplates your words for a moment, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “what more do you love about me?”

he takes you off guard and a small hum escapes your throat but you smile down at him.

“i love when you press your lips together and the dimple on your cheek pops up. i think it’s so stinking adorable.”

haechan is impressed to say the least at how specific you’re being but he doesn’t seem to be able to form a sarcastic comment to tease you. he listens to you quietly and you’re both grateful and worried because he’s always been the type to have an obvious reaction for everything.

“what else?”

“eh?”

“tell me,” he shrugs. “i know there’s more.”

you sigh. “there is.”

he looks at you expectantly.

“okay. i’ll tell you.” you whisper and you don’t even have to take long to think before you give him an answer.

“i love how your face is heart shaped.” you see him laugh soundlessly, eyes squeezing shut in the process. you smile as you continue. “like your entire face.” you trace his cheekbones with your index finger and he relaxes under your touch. “from your forehead, to your cheeks down to your chin… it looks like a heart for me. i can also see a heart in the shape of your nose.” you boop his nose as you talk and he scrunches it before you pinch it. “and i think your lips are also heart shaped, i don’t know if that’s true, maybe i’m just hallucinating but god, you’re so adorable.” you breathe out.

haechan puckers his lips up at you, waiting for a kiss after you complimented his lips. you do as he wishes without hesitation. afraid you might pull away from him too soon, he places his hand behind your neck and sets you in place, deepening the kiss. it’s still a soft kiss. it’s the kind of heated kiss that keeps you wanting more. his tongue is daintily caressing your lips, pulling hotly on them with his teeth and inhaling your faint moans.

your hand travels to his cheek, thumb caressing his prominent cheekbone. he drags the hand that was placed on your neck to place it on top of your hand that’s on his face. his fingers wrap around your small hand, engulfing it completely, like a soft blanket. a smile sneaks to your lips, halting the kiss to a stop.

haechan breathes hard against your face and butterflies erupt inside your stomach when he brings your palm to his lips and kisses it, softly and unhurriedly. you gaze lovingly at him, his eyes are closed, hair slightly curtaining over them.

“this is a weirdly specific one but i love your finger’s shape, you have slightly big joints and i love it. especially your thumb, i don’t know your hands are just so manly,” you say as you caress the shape of each of his fingers. “even this weirdly shaped pinky of yours is cute.”

“oh god, you’re so in love with me. nearly three years into the relationship and you’re still as obsessed with me as the first day, aren’t you?”

“i actually am, i won’t deny it for once.”

“you know exactly what you’re setting yourself up for, mhmm sweetheart?”

you bite your lips, suppressing a smile. you know how bad he’s going to use this conversation in his advantage whenever he’s going to want to tease you in the future. he’s going to be so cocky about it, always rubbing it in your face, how much you love him. he’s going to show off to all of his friends and your family, whenever, wherever he wants.

but you don’t care. there’s so much love for him inside you that you sometimes feel suffocated. and telling him seems to be your only remedy, because you can’t seem to control how you breathe when he’s all over you. you can’t seem to control yourself when he’s around.

your brain is full of him, always lingering on the thoughts of him. he’s just so attractive to you, from his personality to the way he treats you, the way he treats his family and your family as well. there’s so much to him than his teasing. he’s so respectful and so loving, he tries so hard to always understand you and he never ceases to make you feel loved.

he’s truly wonderful and you feel blessed everyday to have him in your life. you never saw a boring day with him and he always knows how to keep the sparks alive.

“yes. but i don’t care. i’m so in love with you. and your moles and your lips and your eyes and voice and hands and smile and how good you are to me and to everyone around you. i just love everything that you’re made of, haechan.” you breathlessly blurt out.

in the blink of an eye, haechan’s expression changes. it’s still soft and loving but his eyes are now reflecting a burning emotion. his body tenses up with desire and he feverishly kisses you.

it’s passionate, breathtaking, and so messy but filled with yearning, eagerness. he’s suddenly so greedy to mark you, to make you all his over and over again. his ego is boosted to the max, your words burning into him like embers. heat travels up his ears, buzzing with a strident sound and his mind is gone crazy. he’s so infatuated with you, so crazy in love with you he feels his heart on the verge of exploding.

“god, oh god how do you expect me to just not eat you the fuck out after saying those things to me.” he whispers in defeat.

he doesn’t even wait for you to recollect yourself and go back to your consciousness after the breathtaking, tipping-you-over-the-edge-of-insanity-kiss. he’s already taking off your camisole and going down on you, leaving burning kisses all over your stomach while fondling with your boobs. he’s licking and biting and nibbling on every crevice of your skin and you might just dislocate your jaw because of how wide your mouth is open, crude moans slipping past your throat but oh it sounds so pretty to haechan.

his kisses become steamier, needier and he peels the last piece of fabric covering you from him off your body. and just like that you’re completely naked and exposed to a still-fully-clothed haechan.

“god you’re so pretty.”

his mouth waters at the sight of you. already so fucked out and blissful. pussy wet and still glistening from the previous make out session. he gazes up at you from his position between your legs, siren eyes back again, full of heat and desire.

your cunt aches at the sight, clit pulsating with nerves, craving his touch like it’s the only thing you need to survive.

“i’m gonna eat you out so good, you’ll forget about everything you just said and only think about how good i fuck you.”

“oh god, fuck,” you moan out in a high pitched voice, too surprised with his filthy words. his tongue lies flat on your pussy and you buckle your hips up at the shock. “oh haechan…”

after licking a bold stripe from your entrance up to your clit, he quickly wraps his lips around it, sucking on it with fevor. your fingers pull at his hair, the intensity of his lips being too much for you to handle. he alternates between licking, nibbling and full on sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves, not giving you any chance to register your own emotions.

when he places his index at your entrance, that’s when you lose it. before he even gets to do anything, you’re already trembling and quivering underneath him, trying so hard to close your legs. he slaps the skin of your thigh as a warning and you desperately moan out when he forces your legs open.

wetness gushes from you as he keeps sucking on your clit without a halt, building your orgasm slowly, making you reach the top of the cliff steadily, driving you over to the edge. your legs shake, you’re feeling too sensitive and so out of breath that your heart is pounding against your ribs.

when you’re just about to come undone, he thrusts his finger inside you easily, too lubricated for him to move in and out from you effortlessly and your insides subconsciously clench around him. your walls suck him in as he keeps assaulting your clit with bold movements of his lips.

“oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

you scream out as you feel the knot coiling at your pussy breaking loose, mind going foggy and back arching off the mattress. haechan quickly pushes another finger inside you and that adds more fuel to the tension, desire coiling at your lower stomach before you come completely undone by his mouth, wetness rushing out of you as you uncontrollably squirt on his face.

he pulls away quickly, mouth glistening and moaning in surprise along with you.

“wait fuck, did i just squirt?” you plop yourself on your elbow to look down at the mess that you created, wetness pooling down your legs, staining haechan’s t-shirt and the bedding.

“fuck you did, oh my god.” he chuckles at the sight and you throw yourself on the bed, body going numb, still trembling with the aftershocks.

haechan pulls you to his body and hugs you so close and so tight, bringing all your shattered thoughts back together. “you did so well for me, pretty baby.” he whispers against your temple. “i’m so in love with you.” he keeps whispering sweet nothings in your ears, rocking your body from side to side to calm you down. “you did so good.”

his fingers deliver feather touches to your arms and he notices how goosebumps start to rise on your skin. he quietly smiles, heart swelling at how sensitive you are and how you still so easily get affected by him. he leans down to kiss you slowly, and you can taste the tangy remnants of your cum on his lips. you inhale deeply, melting into him.

“don’t relax too much, i’m still standing by my words. i’ll fuck you so good tonight, you’re not even prepared for it.” he snickers as he pulls away.

and you’re in for a long (ass) ride.

a/n : please reblog if you liked it 🫶🏼 it’ll encourage me to write more 🥹