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you had wandered into his room 20 minutes ago, or was it an hour? your mind is hazy. jeongin had his arms around you, his fingers working swifty on the controller as he hummed a tune. his concentration not disturbed by the fact that you were sat with his throbbing cock inside you. he promised you to fuck you once he was done with the game, but the game kept getting longer and longer.
you huff, feeling desperate and a little annoyed.
"10 more minutes baby" he says for the 4th time, his dedication to the game not wavering as you whined and squirmed everytime he jerked in his seat. every so often he would take a few seconds to kiss your neck, giving you false hope of him losing off the game. but his eyes would always go back to the game.
as you let out a lustful whine, you began to rock your hips. your movements becoming even more frantic as you are filled with undeniable desire; each rock of your hips was met with the same pressure from his soft but solid length. it caused your pussy to clench ever so hard. tears of frustration collecting in your eyes. you were getting so close, your cries for him muffled by the loud noises from his game. however, throughout all that, there wasn't a hint of any change in jeongin's expressions.
he didn't notice your tears, though a part of him nags him to pause and look at your face. instead, the only reaction you got from him were his lips that gently grazed the underside of your jaw, before returning back to the satisfying task of kissing your neck. satisfying for both of you, but not enough to completely cater to your needs.
your head lowered until it finally hung low; not because of embarrassment, but mostly from exhaustion. in this state, you couldn't even bear to pleasure yourself anymore. you slumped forward onto jeongin's chest and fell asleep with your eyes drooping shut. your pussy still clung to his length, its throbbing rhythm a testament to the intensity of the pleasures you craved.
even in your doze, he could feel the way you were dripping onto him, making the seat of his pants slightly sticky. with a sigh, he paused the game and watched as you slumbered right above his heart, nestled cozily against him. a smile tugged on the corner of his lips.
isn't it amusing how someone smaller than him could leave him trembling with need, as well as giving jeongin this feeling of possessiveness…
the dried tracks of your tears on your cheeks spoke volumes, showing your desperation for an intimate physical connection with him. meanwhile, the slick that had accumulated on his cock, trickled onto his chair. however, as fate would have it, you drifted off to sleep, trusting him to take care of you.
jeongin was more than happy to reciprocate that trust. he had a finger hooked behind your knee, raising it up to rest on his hip. this left you even more exposed, allowing him easier access to your wet entrance. his breathing intensified as he traced the tip of his cock along your folds, teasing you without penetrating.
with his free hand he continued to play his game, the rhythm was slow yet deliberate, setting a steady pace of pleasure for both you and him.
as jeongin slowly pulled out, the absence of his cock within you resulted in a loss that your body protested against. a whine escaped your parted lips, voicing your sleepy complaint. your hips jerked unconsciously, searching for the firmness that jeongin possessed.
however, in your dreamless slumber, you remained unaware about what was going on around you. your lashes hid your eyes, and your face relaxed into a contented smile–not that it would last for long. soon, his cock would return, this time pushing deep inside and filling you entirely.
the sway of your breasts along with those subtle movements caused jeongin's cock to glide through your slippery folds, coating his entire length. he thrust harder, using your raised leg as leverage, ramming himself deeper and hitting all the right spots, his game long forgotten.
just as he was about to change his angle, your eyes opened abruptly. at first, they were heavily hooded with slumber, making them appear indescribably seductive. and oh, how they widened when you finally registered your surroundings. your gaze zeroed in on jeongin, causing your fingers to clutch his shoulders with need. with every thrust he made, a sweet mixture of moans filled the room.
besides the sounds of game, jeongin was making low groaning noises as well. the combination of those erotic sounds coupled with the slap of skin against skin added to the sensations you both felt. jeongin knew that soon you'll be gasping for air, your teeth sinking into your lower lip, biting down while your nails dug into his shoulders.
a mix of eagerness and hunger flashed across your features, and jeongin could hardly wait for when your eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure he was inflicting upon you. his stamina was abysmal, but he promised to make up for that with his technique that was more than enough to send chills up your spine.
the beast within you came alive as you clenched around him deep in the throes of ecstasy. with a grunt, jeongin increased his pace, shifting slightly to directly hit that spongy spot inside you. the sound of your frantic pleas mingled with his wanton grunts, creating a carnal symphony.
jeongin started to bite down on your throat, feeling how your heart raced under his teeth. his hand squeezing the back on your neck harder, as if to give you that extra breath you needed. he managed to pinch a nipple between his fingers, rolling it with a low moan.
he felt how you quivered against him, your body tensing. he pulled back, slamming forward into you once more, driving you over the edge.
jeongin felt as if time slowed as you achieved climax. the way you shuddered and your back arched as you milked his cock. that single second was when jeongin's own orgasm threatened to break free, painting your insides with his seed. through his own breathy sounds of release, he could only flick his tongue against your neck, effectively marking that spot as his.
as you both lay against each other, basking in the aftermath of your intimacy. jeongin looks down at you leaning on him, his chest blooming with love for you. he was going to clean you up, assess the damage, and fall asleep, right next to you.
when morning arrived, jeongin would probably wake up covered in sweat and sticky with love. And the scent of your arousal would be imprinted on his clothes. later, he'd think about all that happened, indulging in how perfect those moments had been. it was the simple things that mattered, and this wouldn't be the last late-night rendezvous.