OTP(s): Jongdae x Reader
Genre: Smut, fluff (“Smuff?”)
Word Count: 2,876
Sypnosis: First times with Jongdae were always memorable. In bed, it proved to be nodifferent.
Author’s Note: So happy to finally be writing for Jongdae! My 3rd fav in Exo, I love him s’much cuz he’s such a cinammon roll! His song with Dynamic Duo is so goood too! Enjoy the one-shot, peeps!
“Open your eyes, love.”
The voice swiftly carried across the bedroom to you–the woman reclining casually against the duvet, your legs crossed and your left leg bowed slightly over your right. The hem of your silky, jet black dress was hiked a little above your knees and a pair of thin, scarlet panties were barely visible between the crevice of your thighs.
You peeled open your eyes, and found Jongdae’s intense, brown-eyed gaze, his dark eyebrows slightly narrowed, his pink lips swollen. He was leaning over you, his hands pressing into the sheets, the neck of his shirt slightly agape. You let her eyes leave his face for a moment just to regard the skin of his collarbone. It was of a glorious color, the bones angled in such a way they seemed to only insinuate the beauty beheld if one only panned upward and sought Jongdae’s face.
Sharp, angled jawline.
Oval eyes budded with sparkly brown pearls.
Smooth, curvy lips, sweet and rosy with innocence.
Supple rounded chin, one that was smooth and warm to the touch.
You reached out to touch him, paying homage to the angel kneeling above you. He closed his eyes, eyelids donned by a set of long, dark, beautiful eyelashes, and calmly breathed against you, his cheek relaxing against your fingers. When you lightly drew upwards to kiss him sweetly, he made no move to shrink or recoil. He leaned forwards, lips melting into yours as passion poured freely through your skin, warming your blood and sweltering your bones. Jongdae moved a hand to grasp softly at your waist, his fingers wrapping around your hip. You parted your lips, allowing him to lap your mouth with his tongue. He tasted as he always did–of sweet chocolate and salty caramel with the small, tantalizing hint of tea. He lapped softly at the roof of your mouth with his tongue, slipping a hand to smooth the curve of your jaw. You both groaned in timeful unison as your tongues met, first as fateful friends, slow and quiescent, and then as passionate lovers, fast and slightly rough, stroking and kneading. Your fingers loosened and splayed across the skin of his jawline, tugging his head forward. You fisted a knot in the back of his shirt and pulled him against you, his lean, yet muscled body nestled softly against yours. He tugged on your lower lip with his mouth, keeping his tongue in place as not to forbid the connection, as both of his hands curled around your waist and hauled you upwards, pulling you into his lap. You coiled both legs around his hips, the heels of your feet digging deeply into his clothed back. He kept his lips remained heartily on yours, the kiss becoming less sweet and careful and more passionate and erotic.
He broke from you, lips parted, eyes dancing with a heavy myraid of emotions, hands ghosting over the concealed region of your hips.
“Are you sure you’d like to do this?”
When you’d first met Jongdae nearly four years ago, that had been the only question on your mind. Did you want to get involved and tangle yourself in a precarious, binding knot of love that could send you reeling to the depths of hell, tears shrouding your eyes, despair screaming through pain? His rust-colored eyes had sent you into a hazy frenzy of thoughts, blinding you with their overbearing compassion and kindness. His hands, gentle and carved by the holy hands of the Lord himself, soon proved to have only been made to please and satisfy, to touch and caress. His face, budded with the most precious red lips, had only supplied you with expressions of concern and affection, never making you feel less than beautiful.
You trusted Jongdae.
With your life.
You knew at this moment, there was nothing else to lose.
“Please,” you leaned forward, drawing his lips into your own. He sighed softly, running his fingers along your back. You glided your hands carefully over his shoulders, smoothing out the sturdy swell of his arms and the soft band of his wrists where the skin panned to delicate, skillful hands. “Make me yours, Jongdae.” You nipped playfully at his lower lip and he bared a snigger. “Take me.”
He leaned forward, closing his mouth sweetly over yours as he began to recline against the bed, taking you with him. You gently reached to cup his head as his back hit the bed and peppered kisses along his neck and ears. His smile burned against your neck as you lightly drew the skin of his earlobe into your mouth. His lips nipped at the gentle slope of your throat, nudging tresses of your hair out the way.
“God, you’re beautiful,” his voice had lost its usual exhilirated, playful tone, instead adopting a soft, tranquil whisper. His hands reached to cup the bottom of your thighs, fingers moving to smooth the backs of your knees.
“Not as beautiful as you,” You traced your lips across his neck, a groan in your throat shriveling to naught as his fingers curved over the cheeks of your ass. Your fingers danced along his shirt, parting it beneath your touch, scribing heiroglyphics along his ribs. He left pettles of kisses along your neck, sinful whispers marking the shadows beneath your jawline. His magnificently sculpted body was warm beneath your hands, the rockiness of his abs quivering against your fingertips.
He ran a milky-toned hand up to your chest, palm pressing into your heart.
You sank your teeth into your lower lip. “I’m not.”
“It’s okay to be,” he slid his hands to your cheeks, drawing you down to kiss your mouth. “I’m nervous too.”
“Hurting you,” he lightly squeezed your thigh.
Jongdae quickly sat up, seeing the look of panic that crossed your face. “It shouldn’t hurt. It should only be uncomfortable, and if there is pain, it will be very, very minimal.”
He kissed you again, and you lightly sagged into him. Your fingers danced over the bulge in his pants and he shuddered out of his shirt, letting it hit the ground. He linked his fingers with the scarlet strap of your dress and gently smoothed it down to your elbow, placing kisses along your bare shoulder. He divested your shoulder of the other strap as well and coaxed you to raise your arms. Jongdae slid the dress over your head, letting it hit the ground. Rust-colored affection lit the path of his gaze towards your bra-clad chest. You instinctively grabbled at your legs, never having been this bare before Jongdae. Sensing your nervousness, he gently held your hands, but didn’t force them away. He smothered your neck with his mouth, gently lapping at the skin. He availed to soothe you, painting your leg with careful fingers.
“If you only want to make out, we can do that.”
You shook your head. “I’m not backing out. I want to do this.”
A light groan burned your neck as you mapped Jongdae’s back with your hands. “I’m serious. I don’t want you to do this just to make me happy.”
He drew back to kiss your lips. “I’m already happy having you here with me like this. Knowing you trust me.”
Silently, you lulled Jongdae’s wrists to your back, and he nodded, understanding you. His fingers twitched along the clasp of your bra and suddenly the temperate air of the room was whipping around your breasts. Jongdae peppered kisses along your throat, before wordlessly gesturing toward your chest. You nodded and a harsh gasp plunged from your mouth as his lips slowly enveloped your nipple. His fingers gently gripped the curve of your ass, pulling you flush against him, his tongue still paying homage to your oh-so-sensitive skin.
Your fingers found the zipper of his pants and from above, you saw the need in Jongdae’s eyes pulse. He nodded and you drew it down, tugging his pants to his knees. Jongdae kicked off his pants, pulling you tighter against him. You tensed a little, feeling his erection rock between your legs, but you softened as Jongdae’s ministrations made your pleasure mount.
Gently lowering you to the pillows, Jongdae scattered kisses along your torso and hips, brushing your navel with his tongue as he slid down your body. Realizing what he was about to do, you immediately parted your legs. Jongdae smiled, a feather of kisses landing on the inside of both of your thighs.
Ecstasy shot up your body in a swift, heated torrent as Jongdae’s tongue touched you, his thumbs smoothing your thighs. He drew your clit into his mouth, wet muscle thrashing along your wetness. You weaved your fingers through his hair as he frivulously lapped, pleasure rising with each sweep of his tongue. A finger came to test you as the workings of his tongue prolonged. You shuddered against his mouth as two fingers stretched you with confidence; the moment his fingers curled against your spot, your fingers clutched the bedsheets, bucking against his tongue.
“Jongdae, I’m not ready to cum yet,” you gasped, his thumb stroking your clit in small, slow circles.
“It’s okay,” Jongdae sucked harder and your back bowed gracefully over the duvet. “My objective is to make you come more than once.”
Your breathing became laboured as his fingers sped, his tongue tracing heiroglyphics along your most sensitive lick of skin. With a soft cry, you quaked against his tongue, spilling freely into his mouth. Jongdae swept up every drop of release, smoothing your thighs. You expected to be tired, but desire pulsed through your blood like water.
“Jongdae, I’m ready,” you lightly tugged his hair. Jongdae’s mouth slid to your thigh, warming the skin with kisses.
“Do you want me to be on top?”
The heat of the moment furling tightly around you, you froze.You felt worry scattering along your bones. What if Jongdae didn’t recieve any pleasure? It was your first time; he obviously didn’t expect you to be a pro, but what if it wasn’t good at all? What if he eventually lost any interest and hope in your sex life and scampered off to others?
Jongdae, taking your silence and the anxiety swept across your face as a bad sign, gently pulled himself up off his stomach and rolled beside you. Distributing his weight to his elbow, he softly ran his fingers along your jawline.
“I’ll be gentle. We can stop now, if you want.”
Your eyes landed on the bulge in his boxers. “I don’t think you’d be too happy about that.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Jongdae whispered, honestly. “This is to make you happy. Not having sex with you wouldn’t upset me.” He cupped your hands. “Do you want to do this?”
You nodded and silently gripped the hem of his boxers. He flattened himself as you drew the cloth down, watching you with loving eyes. Staring a little dazedly at his erection, you let his boxers fall to the floor. He was patient, waiting for you to make a move and when you finally did, he hissed with anticipation. You took him into your hand and began testing his pleasure with slow strokes. His head fell back against the pillow, his mouth slack and his eyes glazed. As he began to grow in your grasp, you bowed your head forward and took him into your mouth. A rich moan fell from his lips as your tongue slashed along the head, stroking the base with confident fingers.
“Jesus,” he husked.
He hauled himself up into a sitting position, his fingers running down your spine. Splaying his fingers between your ass cheeks, he petted you slowly, groaning at the vibrations of your moans that trembled around him. He repeated his movements from earlier, stretching you with two fingers.
“Your mouth feels so good, ” he grunted, withdrawing his wet fingers before slowly pushing them back in. You slowly began to bob your head, fondling his balls with your fingers.
“I want you inside of me,” you murmured around him.
Silently, he drew your mouth off of him and gently flipped you over, hovering over you. He warmed your lips with a comforting, gentle kiss, smoothing your hips.
“(Y/N),” he whispered.
“I’m ready, Jongdae,” you cupped his cheek. “I’m sure.”
He bobbed his head wordlessly, planting his hands on either side of your head. With one hand, he positioned himself, gazing at you intently all the while. You cupped his shoulders as he slowly, carefully pushed inside.
He stretched you gently with the head first. It was slightly uncomfortable, and thankfully you couldn’t sense a strong twinge of pain. Jongdae stared hard at you, looking so tense you nearly winced.
“I’m fine,” you quickly assured him. “I’m alright.”
He nodded, stooping to lap at your breasts and shoulders. After a few seconds, he nudged a little deeper, holding tightly on to you. The same feeling came and surpassed as he built a slow, gentle pace, making sure not to dive any further. Your gaze locked on Jongdae, focusing on his magnificent face, the chocolate pearls of his eyes, his smooth skin, his thin vermillion mouth, the long, sculpted throat. You were almost too distracted by staring that when he finally made to nudge his hips forward, you shuddered with surprise. Jongdae immediately stopped, withdrawing a little.
Oh no, you thought. He thinks he’s hurt me.
Jongdae’s mouth twisted with worry, his eyes wrung with pain.
You quickly kissed him, cupping his face. “I’m fine. I just…I got lost in my thoughts.”
“Oh,” he breathed, obviously relieved. “God, if I’d hurt you, I would’ve…”
“I’m alright. You can move.”
He nodded, guiding himself deeper inside of you. He buried his face in your neck as he set the pace, slow and deep. You gripped his back, sinking your teeth into your lower lip.
“God, you feel so good,” he grated, perspiration starting along his neck.
You moaned and held onto him as he swung his hips, gently rocking back and forth. Pleasure mounted your body with haste, pressing your hands against his hips, coaxing him to go deeper. Jongdae’s mouth found your breasts, sucking and lapping, his fingers reaching to pet your clit. The sudden movement of his hand made you gasp and you buried your face in his shoulder. Splaying your fingers across his ass, you hauled him deeper and his grunt of pleasure wafted into your ear. He distributed his weight to his elbows, snapping his hips a little harder, but not too much to harm you with his force.
You were getting close. Oh, so close. Jongdae’s fingers sped along your clit, wracking the bundle of skin with so much pleasure, your hips shamelessly bucked into him.
“I’m gonna cum,” he rasped. “I’m gonna cum for you.”
You nodded into his skin, letting him know you felt the same. The knot in your stomach pursed tight and then slowly, deeply, gloriously–fell. It felt like the world was shifting around you, like you were hurtling through empty space. The colors of the ceiling shifted and revolved and you remained suspended in your high, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You felt Jongdae falling with you and wondered if heaven felt just like this.
“Umpph,” Jongdae groaned against your skin. The last few tresses of ecstacy faded slowly as reality came screaming back. You properly peeled open your hooded eyes. You were staring at the ceiling, but you weren’t on the bed. The prickly, dense coat of carpet was warming your back.
Jongdae rose his head from your shoulder. His black locks were swept across his forehead and over his right eye, casting shadows along the skin. A jovial smile spread his mouth.
“W-We kinda fell off the bed.”
A laugh erupted from your chest as he hugged you close. “I thought I just came too hard, but…we were actually falling,” he sniggered. “Are you alright?” His eyebrows came together with worry.
You nodded, still shaking with laughter. “I’m alright.”
He rolled over beside you, splaying his arm across your stomach, smiling broadly. “That’s great.”
You kissed his cheek, wrapping an arm around his damp shoulder and letting his head fall against your chest.
“Was it good?” His gaze shifted up to meet yours.
You chuckled, pecking his nose. “What do you think?”
He smiled, sweetly kissing you back. “It was absolutely great for me.”
You smiled cheekily as he feathered kisses along your jawline. “So great, we can do it again?”
Jongdae grinned, playfully tugging you into his lap and searing your mouth with a long, hot kiss. “You bet.” He leveled your ass against his erection and slowly swept inside. You both moaned in concert at the feeling of him stretching you again.
“I’m gonna go slow the whole time this round,” he whispered, pecking your forehead. “I don’t want you getting sore. After this, I’ll have to pamper you.”
You chuckled, lightly squeezing his chest as he began to guide you up and down. “I love you, Jongdae.”
He slowly kissed your lips, as if transferring all the love pulsing through his soul into your mouth. “I love you too. Now ride me, baby.”