Things You Said 1/1
Author's Note: G-Dragon oneshot. This is for davonnaxlovesxu and whoever requested it on formspring jadeskylar. :)
You were already sweating, writhing in sheets as his lithe body moved above you and his swollen dick inside you. Your mouth was dry, breaths passing by your stretched lips as you huffed out dirty word after salaciously dirty word. They were moist earlier, wrapped around his member as he caressed the locks of your hair, his fingers tightening ever so slightly when your tongue prodded at him. It left him gasping and the falsettos spilling from his lips marked the air with chimed notes of ecstasy. It left you shivering and humming and made his core heat up before he pulled you off with a pop and took you lying down.
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"You're a little on the small side," you'd said.
Now you found that to be something that turned you on the most. He was fit, continuous in his lovemaking and exhausting as he reached completion only to exhaust you out again. His size made him agile. You dismissed his strength, but found yourself pushed, pulled, flipped and rolled constantly in the throws of passion. It was exciting, arousing you to no end as you wondered where his hands would move next; up the edge of a breast before he merely breathed on a nipple, leaving you anxious and wanting him to nip at you, or down your stomach and edging your panties, only to rub your thigh and miss the mark. Those delicate fingers had you yearning for his touch. You wanted that pout little mouth on you, edging the threshold of your womanhood before he sent you crashing into oblivion with a stroke from the devilish muscle within.
"That blonde looks ridiculous on you," you'd said.
Now it glowed around his head in the moonlight, striking around his beautiful features like the halo around a deity. You worshiped everything about his golden white tresses and reached up to slide your hands through them whenever you could. When movements were slow, lazy with fatigue as you made love deep into the night, your digits massaged the hairs near his temples before they slid in and grasped the back of his head. You felt his pulse, felt the ripple of it speeding up as you touched him softly. When movements were fast, his thrusts escalating in speed, your hands slid up his back and gripped, holding on to the edge of soft, moistened tendrils at the edged line by his neck as you bore the jackhammering of your core.
"I hate what you wear," you'd said.
Yet here you were, loving when he wore an extra accessory that slid across your skin teasingly. Pieces of chilled, metallic necklaces were the wind chimes of your steamy afternoons, chinking and tinkling softly when he moved. Some designer jeans had an unfair softness to them, his erection easily felt as you teasingly straddled him before he began to disrobe you. These layers covered him to the point of making you scream. They were vivid, ostentatious taunts of the perfection that lay underneath them, the body which made you lose the last semblance of sanity you had when it touched you.
---
All of these memories, all of these words, came in and out of your mind as he continued to move. That's all you wanted, this painstakingly sweet movement. Your legs spread, but your found your walls tightening. You'd lost track of time and space, feeling not only your breath but your mind catch. His body seemed lighter and you felt like you were swelling, ready to burst from another impossibly strong orgasm. You found yourself nearly crying, body wracked with another sway of his hips...and another...and another. You clenched onto him to hold on; your legs around his waist, your inner walls on his dick, your hands on his back. Your fingers went up again, longing to hold onto those wisps of hair as you let go. His face came down at the dip of your collarbone and his lips pressed along the recession behind hit, tongue coming out to lap and lead its way up to the pulse in your neck.
It was too much, always too much, and it was just enough. Your shouts glanced off the walls and into his ears, leading him to make pitchy breaks in his moans. Your orgasm hit and he followed soon after, showing his agility once again as he let the gorgeously pained look on his face tighten with his remaining strength. On the way down, awareness of the world around you came back; the distant sound of cars on the street, the seeing of small bits of light in the room, the feeling of the syncing rhythm of two heartbeats. You wrapped around each other, each admiring the other with soft touches and stares of longing.
---
You admitted a lot of things to yourself in the time you'd gotten to know him. You'd said and thought a lot of things, too...but he consistently, and rather effectively, found ways to make you bite your tongue.
You were already sweating, writhing in sheets as his lithe body moved above you and his swollen dick inside you. Your mouth was dry, breaths passing by your stretched lips as you huffed out dirty word after salaciously dirty word. They were moist earlier, wrapped around his member as he caressed the locks of your hair, his fingers tightening ever so slightly when your tongue prodded at him. It left him gasping and the falsettos spilling from his lips marked the air with chimed notes of ecstasy. It left you shivering and humming and made his core heat up before he pulled you off with a pop and took you lying down.
---
"You're a little on the small side," you'd said.
Now you found that to be something that turned you on the most. He was fit, continuous in his lovemaking and exhausting as he reached completion only to exhaust you out again. His size made him agile. You dismissed his strength, but found yourself pushed, pulled, flipped and rolled constantly in the throws of passion. It was exciting, arousing you to no end as you wondered where his hands would move next; up the edge of a breast before he merely breathed on a nipple, leaving you anxious and wanting him to nip at you, or down your stomach and edging your panties, only to rub your thigh and miss the mark. Those delicate fingers had you yearning for his touch. You wanted that pout little mouth on you, edging the threshold of your womanhood before he sent you crashing into oblivion with a stroke from the devilish muscle within.
"That blonde looks ridiculous on you," you'd said.
Now it glowed around his head in the moonlight, striking around his beautiful features like the halo around a deity. You worshiped everything about his golden white tresses and reached up to slide your hands through them whenever you could. When movements were slow, lazy with fatigue as you made love deep into the night, your digits massaged the hairs near his temples before they slid in and grasped the back of his head. You felt his pulse, felt the ripple of it speeding up as you touched him softly. When movements were fast, his thrusts escalating in speed, your hands slid up his back and gripped, holding on to the edge of soft, moistened tendrils at the edged line by his neck as you bore the jackhammering of your core.
"I hate what you wear," you'd said.
Yet here you were, loving when he wore an extra accessory that slid across your skin teasingly. Pieces of chilled, metallic necklaces were the wind chimes of your steamy afternoons, chinking and tinkling softly when he moved. Some designer jeans had an unfair softness to them, his erection easily felt as you teasingly straddled him before he began to disrobe you. These layers covered him to the point of making you scream. They were vivid, ostentatious taunts of the perfection that lay underneath them, the body which made you lose the last semblance of sanity you had when it touched you.
---
All of these memories, all of these words, came in and out of your mind as he continued to move. That's all you wanted, this painstakingly sweet movement. Your legs spread, but your found your walls tightening. You'd lost track of time and space, feeling not only your breath but your mind catch. His body seemed lighter and you felt like you were swelling, ready to burst from another impossibly strong orgasm. You found yourself nearly crying, body wracked with another sway of his hips...and another...and another. You clenched onto him to hold on; your legs around his waist, your inner walls on his dick, your hands on his back. Your fingers went up again, longing to hold onto those wisps of hair as you let go. His face came down at the dip of your collarbone and his lips pressed along the recession behind hit, tongue coming out to lap and lead its way up to the pulse in your neck.
It was too much, always too much, and it was just enough. Your shouts glanced off the walls and into his ears, leading him to make pitchy breaks in his moans. Your orgasm hit and he followed soon after, showing his agility once again as he let the gorgeously pained look on his face tighten with his remaining strength. On the way down, awareness of the world around you came back; the distant sound of cars on the street, the seeing of small bits of light in the room, the feeling of the syncing rhythm of two heartbeats. You wrapped around each other, each admiring the other with soft touches and stares of longing.
---
You admitted a lot of things to yourself in the time you'd gotten to know him. You'd said and thought a lot of things, too...but he consistently, and rather effectively, found ways to make you bite your tongue.