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Sweet kisses.
Soft, sweet kisses. From even softer, sweeter lips.
You’re not sure how long you’ve been kissing these supple lips, but you do know you never get tired of it. Jeongin’s lips are one of your favorite features of his, though let’s be real, everything about him is your favorite.
But those lips. Perfectly full, the top slightly plumper than the bottom, and always so soft.
Hands cupping either side of his face you hold him close to deepen your kisses, relishing in the feeling of those beautiful lips against your own. The other feeling you’re relishing in is that of his body pressed against yours. Slotted comfortably between your legs, Jeongin stands in front of you with his hands resting on the swell of your hips, you perched on the trunk of his car. The smooth metal warm beneath your legs from the late summer weather.
Your height difference is corrected with the addition of the few inches the car provides, which you’re already using to your advantage, bodies flush against each other. You can feel his jeans starting to strain from his growing arousal through the thin layers of your skirt and what you would consider a poor excuse for underwear considering it reveals more than it covers, notably with absolutely zero complaints from your present company.
The parking lot is empty now, the theater workers having already finished cleaning, locking up, and scuffling to their respective vehicles before peeling out of their parking spaces to return to their lives outside of ticket-tearing and distributing movie concessions. You hadn’t actually seen them leave, but when half of the lot lights stagger off it’s easy to deduce due to the obvious lack of other cars that once scattered the pavement.
Now shrouded in half-darkness, you can feel Jeongin’s resolve slowly starting to falter. His breathing is heavier, his lips capturing yours with more fervor, and one of his large hands slips to the small of your back to pull you closer, if that’s even possible. Your own breathing feels erratic at best, each kiss threatening to steal it away completely.
You snag his full lower lip between your teeth, fingers carding into the fluffy curls at the nape of his neck and giving them a tug. This elicits a low, gravely groan from his throat that instantly makes your core clench around nothing. Releasing his hostage hair and lip from your combined grips, your hands find sanctuary along his shoulders and your lips instead begin to press warm kisses along his sharp jawline, starting at his chin and working upwards before switching back and moving down the smooth column of his enticing neck.
Jeongin’s neck has always been a sensitive area, something you found out fairly quickly into your relationship and have integrated into yours and his intimate moments time and again. There’s just something about working him up this way that turns you on more than you’re willing to admit, not to mention seeing the marks you’ve left after each time - and he has never once rejected the advance, which only serves to encourage you all the more.
He tilts his head opposite for you to have better access, eyes closed and lips parted slightly in anticipation. Your mouth swiftly attaches to the recently healed skin in the centermost area of his neck, admittedly your favorite spot. Yes, doing it farther down on his neck would make it easier for him to hide, but the blemishes you leave are never too dark and Jeongin is adamant you mark wherever you please, and who are you to resist such a tempting offer?
You suckle at the sensitive skin, rolling your tongue over the blossoming pink and purple that is starting to appear. Jeongin’s fingertips, now along your back, press firmly into your skin, small crescents indenting into your soft flesh. He moans as you continue your ministrations on his silky neck, alternating sides, until he abruptly pulls back from your grasp with a low growl.
He lifts you by your waist with ease and sets you down on the pavement, locking your hand and his and pulling you around the side of his car. He opens the rear door for you and his familiar scent of clean linen accosts your senses as you go to clamber in to the other side, but a tug on your hand causes you to halt halfway and peer back at him.
Jeongin’s lean frame ducks inside and captures your mouth with his again, all teeth and tongue, filled with need. He drops your hand to pulls your legs toward him and encourages you to lay back on the seat with a large, warm hand flat on your flushed chest, lips never detaching, body hovered over yours while his other hand supports his weight on the seat beside your head. Your own eager hands slipping under his shirt and mapping the contours of his chest, fingertips brushing over his pert nipples and down his sculpted abs.
Breaking the kiss, he looks at you with pupils blown, breaths coming ragged. You know you probably look much the same, you can feel your face and ears flushed pink, your heart hammering against the hand he still has on your chest, desire pooling in your gut while wetness pools at your core. You love seeing him like this.
“Can I taste you, baby?”
“Mm, yes please,” you nod eagerly, your core tightening already.
Again you’re reminded how much you love Jeongin’s lips. Always so eager to please you too, tonight being no different. With the consent he needed, he wastes no time in his endeavors, lips finding their way down your neck, nipping occasionally at the skin as they go. At your chest he kisses over the fabric against your breasts, his calloused hand having slid over to massage them gently in tandem; your own hands nestling in his fluffy curls.
You arch against him from his actions, soft moans leave your bitten lips as his teeth tease your sensitive nipples through your layers. Your hips buck against him involuntarily and you tug hard on his locks, eliciting a strained groan from deep in his throat. Gods, you love the sounds that leave those perfect lips.
Slowly he makes his way down your form, plump lips never more than an inch away, and he kneels on the pavement, slotting himself back between your legs once again. You’re pulled closer towards him and the exposing air outside, skirt sliding up and bunching at your waist. Excitement tingles from your crown down to your toes, causing you to slightly tremble with anticipation.
His deft fingers slide into the waistband of your panties, hooking around them and dragging them down and off your legs before he slips them into his pocket. He spreads your thighs apart as much as the space will allow and you gasp softly as the outside air hits your exposed wet core. Jeongin notices your reaction and smirks, leaning in closer and blowing cool air directly onto you, in turn causing you to tighten and clench while more of your arousal spills out. He groans at the sight of you.
“You look so beautiful like this, darling, all spread out for me and soaking wet.”
Without another word, his tongue darts out and he laps up your spilled arousal, humming at the taste of you. His hum sends vibrations through your core and adds to your arousal, making you moan softly. He traces along your entrance with the tip of his tongue before slipping it inside of you, causing you to moan louder as your eyelids flutter from the sensation. Your legs naturally try to close and he presses his palms flat on your inner thighs, forcing you to keep them spread out as he begins to devour you fully.
Your moans increase and turn desperate as he plunges his tongue deeper inside you with each thrust and alternates his attention between your entrance and your clit, swirling and flicking the tip of his tongue against your bundle of nerves. You can feel the familiar heat building in your core as he expertly pushes you towards release.
Sensing your impending orgasm, Jeongin redoubles his efforts, determined to push you over the edge and shatter you on his tongue as he’s done time and time again. Your thighs shake under his palms and your body tenses as you teeter on the edge. Knowing what will help you reach your peak, he releases his hold on one of your thighs and slips two long fingers inside you, curling them to hit your sweet spot as he simultaneously sucks and flicks your clit with his tongue.
The added stimulation shoves you into your orgasm and you shatter on his tongue and fingers as they continue to work you through it to completion, all the while you moan his name and grip his curls tightly in your fingers.
Jeongin removes his fingers from you gently and pulls back once you’ve begun to calm from your high and he looks up at you with a satisfied smirk on his enticing lips.
Without missing a beat, you sit up from the seat and grab the collar of his shirt, yanking him inside the car as you crash your lips against his. Jeongin is shocked for a split moment at your sudden eagerness but quickly recovers, melting into the kiss and returning it hungrily as he looms over you once again.
Your hands slide down his lean body and continue until you reach the buckle of his pants, only pausing as you deftly unbuckle and open his jeans. Jeongin lets out a low moan into your mouth at the feeling of your hands on him and groans loudly as you release the pressure on his throbbing cock.
You slip your fingers into his boxers and wrap them around his leaking head, swiping his precum down his shaft as you grab him fully and use your other hand to slip down the material of his clothing and expose him completely. His breath catches in his throat as you wrap your hands around his cock and pull him out, his free hand beginning to map down your body as it’s done many times before, appreciating every curve and dip. His hand meets yours and you both guide his hardness to your aching center before you remove your hand and let him take back over.
Jeongin swipes his angry head through your arousal, letting it coat over him as it also stimulates you both even more before he lines himself up at your entrance. You mewl softly as he stimulates you further and prepares to take you, relishing in the low growl your sounds elicit from him in return. He breaks the kiss, pulling back slightly to look down at you beneath him.
“Ready, beautiful?” he confirms, voice deep and husky with need.
You nod eagerly and he starts to push inside you, the feeling of him stretching you making your head fuzzy and your eyes flutter. You moan low at the same time he groans, each of your noises adding to the other’s arousal. He continues to stretch you as he bottoms out, allowing you a moment to adjust to his size, and you clench around him from the sensation of feeling so full. Jeongin lets out a staggered moan at the feeling of you tightening around him, and he has to force himself not to thrust hard into you right then.
He slowly begins to rock his hips against you, dragging against your warm, wet walls with every movement of his skilled body. Instant pleasure washes through you like ice water in your veins and you tighten around him again, your heels hooking around his legs and pulling him to you with a silent urge for him to move more. His pace quickens as he thrusts into you, the sound of skin slapping against each other mixed with the combination of the noises falling from each of your lips fill the car and leak into the evening air.
You claw at his chest, his arms, his back, raking your nails along his perfect skin and marking him as yours, his own hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises. The pleasure builds, warm and inviting, as he pounds into you harder and faster with reckless abandon. Your hips buck up to meet his, each of you chasing release, wanting it - needing it for yourself and for the other.
Jeongin leans forward, hitting deeper inside of you and you cry out in desperate pleasure as you toe the edge of your orgasm. He can feel you tightening around him, signaling your impending release and he’s set to push you over, to feel you cum around him.
His perfect lips find your ear and he growls “Cum for me, baby.”
You instantly unravel with his command, eyes rolling back and squeezing shut, fingers gripping anything and everything they can find as you tremble beneath him. Your orgasm wracks through your body, clamping down on him like a vice while a slew of curses mixed in with his name spill from your lips.
He groans your name in your ear, pumping into you a few more times as you ride out your release before burying his cock deep inside and filling you with his warm, sticky seed, your body helping milk him dry.
Jeongin slumps against you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent as you each pant heavily and come down from your respective highs. You stroke his hair affectionately as you recover and he hums with content, placing soft, feather-light kisses on your neck and shoulder.
“Well this was unexpected,” you chuckle softly, breaking the silence after a few more moments of total bliss. “But I’m certainly not complaining.”
He lifts his head from your neck and looks down at you with a cocky, lopsided grin on those glorious lips of his. “Yeah, I bet. We should do this more often when we come to the movies. So, what’re we seeing next weekend?”
“Next weekend?” you quirk a brow, a smile forming on your face. “Let me think…”