Pick-Up Lines | Yong Hoon x Reader (18+)

3 | All That Led To This

YH: "And you've done this before, right?" he asked.

You were taken aback.

"What made you think I haven't?" you asked, getting really impatient by the second.

YH: "I just thought..., maybe you didn't react to my pick up lines and jokes because you had never-" he explained.

You laughed out. He looked puzzled.

"The problem wasn't that I hadn't had sex before, which I have, by the way. Your pick-up lines are just really, really bad," you joked, grinning at him.

He was playfully outraged.

YH: "Okay, wait, you'll love this one. Why do-," he began but was cut off by your voice.

"I am laying on your bed, half-naked and you're trying to impress me with a pick-up line? You can do better than that," you scolded him, chuckling.

The tension between your legs became more unbearable with every passing second of him not touching you, and you couldn't handle it.

YH: "You're right. I'll show you how to be truly impressed, don't worry," he was back to being his cocky self.

You were almost glad because finally, he pulled down your underwear. You lifted yourself up on your forearms, watching him as he breathed hot air against your wet centre. Gently, his arms wrapped around your bent legs, laying on your lower stomach.

"Please, hurry," you begged.

He smirked, and you almost regretted saying it. Then you sucked in a breath when he licked a stripe over your folds, teasing you endlessly. He chuckled lowly when you let out a mix between a whimper and a groan, only leaving you more eager. His tongue was way too gentle on you.

Forcingly, he pushed your legs apart further, giving him better access. When his tongue went over your clit, he suddenly stopped the game. While his fingernails dug into your stomach's skin, he sucked on your clit, first hard, then softly and so on. He hadn't been lying. Your throat left a breathy moan when he continued with licking, this time stronger than at first. As time went on, his muscle became faster and you felt yourself become weaker. You had to admit, he looked extra good laying between your thighs. You smiled in bliss, forgetting everything else around you.

"You're so damn good at this," you said, but the last part ended in a whimper when he paid extra attention to your sweet spot, making you see stars for a second.

YH: "Told you," he mumbled, barely pulling away.

The vibrations his voice sent through you made you grip the bed sheets tightly.

YH: "If you would've only realized it sooner."

He smirked up at you, not stopping his actions. Your stomach twisted in pleasure and anticipation. At this point, holding yourself up was no point anymore. You let your upper body fall backwards, the soft sheets catching you as you closed your eyes. You felt like you wanted to get even closer, although his face was basically buried between your legs. You squirmed under his grip when you felt yourself near your release.

YH: "Stay still for me," he ordered.

There was only a little dominance in his voice, yet it made you want to behave. Even though you knew you couldn't.

"But I'm so close," you whimpered.

He only took your words as motivation. Faintly, you wondered how he had gotten so good with his mouth. His hands made you shiver even though they were gripping your body with roughness, keeping you in place. As you felt yourself get closer and closer to your release, your hands went to his hair. He slowed down for a second, but then he realized you didn't want him to stop. The short break seemed to have left you even more sensitive.

When he began sucking your sweet spot again, you almost couldn't take it. His tongue leapt at your clit quickly. All you could do was close your eyes and attempt to control your moans. Within seconds you were coming, squirming underneath his touch while pulling his hair. Your back arched off the mattress and you moaned his name, no one else on your mind. He slowed down his actions and you shook slightly when he licked your over-sensitive clit one last time before pulling away.

For a few seconds, you caught your breath, feeling his arms loosening their grip and his hands stroking over your skin soothingly. You stared at the ceiling for a while as your chest heaved, eyes blinking slowly. For some reason, you didn't have enough of him yet. When you looked down, he was already staring up at you, grinning proudly at your expression. He gave you no signs of being eager, even though you were pretty sure he was. He was simply admiring you. It made you feel slightly weird.

"Are you not gonna take your pants off?" you asked.

He laughed at your comment, shaking his head out of his focused state. Then, he got up and did just that. His boner was prominent and looked almost painful. He made a move towards the bed, almost as if he was going to climb on top of you. Then, he stopped in his tracks.

"Wait-" you began.

YH: "Condom, I know," he said, digging through his dressing table.

When he finally scrambled onto the bed, he seemed to have lost all patience. Your hands went around his neck while he pumped his shaft a few times, squinting his eyebrows at the built-up tension.

YH: "Ready?" he asked you.

You nodded before he had even finished the word. He entered you slowly but wasted no time in picking up pace. At first, you whimpered at how he filled you up and how sensitive you were. Then, you got lost in the way he bit his lip and how his jaw flexed under his skin. His moans sounded like music to your ears. He was holding himself up on his arms while your legs bent a little, making him slam into you at a perfect angle.

You cried out when he almost pulled out fully, only to thrust back into you until his hips met yours, his skin hot against yours. Your hands were playing with his soft hair by the nape of his neck, while he lowered his head a little. He wasn't kissing you, but your lips were touching slightly, your unsteady breaths becoming one. He repeated your name a few times as if praising you. His arms flexed under his weight, his veins standing out.

His member brushed over your sweet spot over and over, making you clench around him. He grunted at the sensation, only leading you to do it again. You loved seeing the way he shut his eyes tightly, concentrating on the pleasure. His thrusts were quick, but seemed less controlled than in the beginning, meaning he must have been close. Curses left his mouth, while you moaned softly. His motion became even quicker as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, lips hovering over your skin. His name slipped past your lips when he messily kissed you there, not slowing down his thrusts. When you clenched your walls around him again, he was sent over the edge.

He groaned, his arms giving out and he fell onto his forearms, basically laying on top of you now. His skin was hot and his breaths uncontrolled, face still in your neck. When he looked up at you he looked thoroughly content. You grinned tiredly. He pulled out carefully, making you whimper. For a few seconds, you stayed that way, catching your breaths. It was quiet in the room, and you felt energetic and at the same time completely exhausted. Of course, he was the first to speak.

YH: "Don't you wanna hear my pick-up line from earlier?" he asked.

You almost smacked him. Then, you laughed.

"Okay, tell me," you said, leaving him surprised.

He was going to tell you anyway.

YH: "People call me Yong Hoon, but you can call me tomorrow."

The End.

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