[Advent] Day 13
For: xiusass
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Minseok/Jongin
Length: 1300w
Warning: fem!minseok
Summary: Minseon just wants to help Jongin relax.
The house is quiet.
It’s early evening in the middle of the week and the only light on is the soft glow of the table lamp in the living room. The one traditional clock they own - for decoration - ticks in the silence as Minseon waits on the couch. Jongin had called her earlier, explaining that he’d be late and she could already hear the strain in his voice because they’d had reservations for dinner tonight; they’d been looking forward to it for ages and the words, “baby, I’m so sorry,” had sounded so desperate.
Minseon doesn’t blame Jongin for it because she knows how demanding his job can be and she’s used to things popping up and stealing Jongin from her for several nights in a row. She wants him to know that she’s not upset and that they can make reservations again. Dinner isn’t important.
Jongin is important.
Minseon is worried because Jongin has been more and more stressed as of late and there’s little she can do about it. And now she’s sitting in a mostly dark apartment, wearing only a pair of black panties and one of Jongin’s white work shirts that’s only partially buttoned. The sleeves are rolled to her elbows and the fabric falls off her shoulder when she moves. Her hair is pulled back from her face and she watches the clock. Waiting.
She hears when his key slips into the lock and the door clicks open. She hears the sound of his shoes hitting the floor and his laptop satchel following. His loud sigh permeates the atmosphere and there’s silence before he calls out to her in question.
“Are you home?” he queries, a gravelly edge to his voice that betrays his frustration.
“In here,” Minseon calls softly, standing from where she’d been sitting and choosing to prop on the arm of the couch instead so he can see her when he walks in.
“Hey, why are all the -” Jongin stops mid-sentence once he rounds the corner and finally lays eyes on her.
Minseon licks over her lips confidently, smiling sweetly at Jongin when she knows she looks anything but sweet. There had been exhaustion set in Jongin’s face, but it fades as he drags his stare over her, lingering on her thighs where the shirt ends. She knows he can’t tell what’s underneath from this angle and Minseon uncrosses her legs just enough to tease.
“Baby,” he breathes, like he can’t believe she’s real.
Minseon only smiles brighter, walking her way over to Jongin to press against him. “Hey,” she answers softly as her fingers trail down his front, slipping loose the buttons of his shirt along the way. “How was your day?” Her question sounds misplaced, like she isn’t tempting him with her head tilted so her neck is in full view, the shirt sliding down her shoulder.
“Long,” Jongin answers, swallowing. His palms are warm when they fit on her waist; Minseon can feel the heat through the shirt.
Minseon pouts up at him. “Too long?” she asks. Teasing. She already knows the answer.
Jongin dips his head, his nose skimming over her cheek and toward her ear. “Never.”
Minseon stands on her toes to kiss him, her hands roaming over his chest and to his shoulders to push his shirt off with his suit jacket. She has no need for him to be dressed. Jongin slides his arm around her waist, keeping her upright as she bends back, moaning at the urgency in his kiss. He licks through her parted lips, taking everything she’s so willingly giving.
The way Jongin lifts her so easily from the floor has her moaning into his mouth, her legs wrapping around his waist. His fingers push into her thighs and she holds tighter, her heart brimming with affection and love as Jongin walks them down to their bedroom. He pauses by the door so she can flip on the light before their journey ends at the bed.
Minseon gets more than she’d hoped for when Jongin pins her down and absolutely ravishes her. He doesn’t waste any time getting his clothes and her panties off. The shirt she’s wearing stays on, but it’s unbuttoned and open as he slides into her. Minseon moans, toes curling and legs hooked around him to keep him inside her. Jongin doesn’t go slow. He’s had such a long, stressful week and this is one of the few ways Minseon knows how to relax him.
Her back curves off the bed and Jongin pins her wrists and uses her, fucking her until Minseon can’t feel anything other than the pleasure that races through every part of her. She gasps out his name, nails biting into her palms and eyes rolling back when she comes. She can feel Jongin still moving inside her, quicker and faster and Minseon clenches around him. She’ll never get enough it.
Jongin jerks forward when he comes inside her, hips smacking against her ass and his forehead pressed to hers. He groans and shudders, finally releasing her arms when it’s over.
“I love you,” Jongin pants. “So much.”
Minseon laughs.
They heat up leftovers for dinner and sit on the couch with only the table lamp on for light. Minseon is still in Jongin’s shirt and Jongin’s pulled on a pair of soft cotton pants. It’s comfortable, relaxing. It’s been too long since Minseon’s seen Jongin so carefree.
Their plates are discarded on the coffee table, forgotten as they move on to more interesting things. Minseon takes her time when she slides onto Jongin’s lap. Her fingers trail softly down his chest, his hands secure on her hips beneath her shirt. The urgency is gone, but the passion hasn’t wavered.
Jongin is sweet, with his lips on her neck and a palm curved around her breast when she sinks down on his cock. They sit there for a minute, content in just being together. Minseon moves languidly, rocking her hips with her forehead pressed to Jongin’s, her hair falling in a curtain around them. He smiles at her, so sweet and adoring that Minseon can’t help smiling back.
Minseon takes her time, indulging in the heat of Jongin’s stare, in the way his fingers press into her skin possessively. They have all night together and she plans to make good use of it. Jongin raises her hand to his mouth, a kiss left on her palm before his touch travels down to her wrist, thumb caressing over her pulse. He leaves a kiss there too.
Minseon’s heart swells with affection, her body curving to be closer to him as Jongin helps her keep moving, rocking. It’s so much, so perfect, so soft and loving that Minseon falls for Jongin all over again. She gasps, her mouth falling open with his name on her tongue as she trembles. He coaxes her through her climax with smooth rolls of his hips, keeping her wrapped in his arms.
Minseon whimpers, the sound muffled in Jongin’s mouth when he kisses her, thrusting into her just a little quicker until he stutters and groans. Minseon leaves a kiss on his temple, pushing sweat damp strands of hair off his face. His hands move up her sides, and back down, over her hips and along her thighs before going back up.
Jongin kisses her again, smiling against her lips. “Thank you,” he sighs. “For being here.”
Minseon hums, resting her weight on him. “Does that mean you’ll take a bath with me?”
Jongin laughs. “Anything for you. Even a bath.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Minseok/Jongin
Length: 1300w
Warning: fem!minseok
Summary: Minseon just wants to help Jongin relax.
The house is quiet.
It’s early evening in the middle of the week and the only light on is the soft glow of the table lamp in the living room. The one traditional clock they own - for decoration - ticks in the silence as Minseon waits on the couch. Jongin had called her earlier, explaining that he’d be late and she could already hear the strain in his voice because they’d had reservations for dinner tonight; they’d been looking forward to it for ages and the words, “baby, I’m so sorry,” had sounded so desperate.
Minseon doesn’t blame Jongin for it because she knows how demanding his job can be and she’s used to things popping up and stealing Jongin from her for several nights in a row. She wants him to know that she’s not upset and that they can make reservations again. Dinner isn’t important.
Jongin is important.
Minseon is worried because Jongin has been more and more stressed as of late and there’s little she can do about it. And now she’s sitting in a mostly dark apartment, wearing only a pair of black panties and one of Jongin’s white work shirts that’s only partially buttoned. The sleeves are rolled to her elbows and the fabric falls off her shoulder when she moves. Her hair is pulled back from her face and she watches the clock. Waiting.
She hears when his key slips into the lock and the door clicks open. She hears the sound of his shoes hitting the floor and his laptop satchel following. His loud sigh permeates the atmosphere and there’s silence before he calls out to her in question.
“Are you home?” he queries, a gravelly edge to his voice that betrays his frustration.
“In here,” Minseon calls softly, standing from where she’d been sitting and choosing to prop on the arm of the couch instead so he can see her when he walks in.
“Hey, why are all the -” Jongin stops mid-sentence once he rounds the corner and finally lays eyes on her.
Minseon licks over her lips confidently, smiling sweetly at Jongin when she knows she looks anything but sweet. There had been exhaustion set in Jongin’s face, but it fades as he drags his stare over her, lingering on her thighs where the shirt ends. She knows he can’t tell what’s underneath from this angle and Minseon uncrosses her legs just enough to tease.
“Baby,” he breathes, like he can’t believe she’s real.
Minseon only smiles brighter, walking her way over to Jongin to press against him. “Hey,” she answers softly as her fingers trail down his front, slipping loose the buttons of his shirt along the way. “How was your day?” Her question sounds misplaced, like she isn’t tempting him with her head tilted so her neck is in full view, the shirt sliding down her shoulder.
“Long,” Jongin answers, swallowing. His palms are warm when they fit on her waist; Minseon can feel the heat through the shirt.
Minseon pouts up at him. “Too long?” she asks. Teasing. She already knows the answer.
Jongin dips his head, his nose skimming over her cheek and toward her ear. “Never.”
Minseon stands on her toes to kiss him, her hands roaming over his chest and to his shoulders to push his shirt off with his suit jacket. She has no need for him to be dressed. Jongin slides his arm around her waist, keeping her upright as she bends back, moaning at the urgency in his kiss. He licks through her parted lips, taking everything she’s so willingly giving.
The way Jongin lifts her so easily from the floor has her moaning into his mouth, her legs wrapping around his waist. His fingers push into her thighs and she holds tighter, her heart brimming with affection and love as Jongin walks them down to their bedroom. He pauses by the door so she can flip on the light before their journey ends at the bed.
Minseon gets more than she’d hoped for when Jongin pins her down and absolutely ravishes her. He doesn’t waste any time getting his clothes and her panties off. The shirt she’s wearing stays on, but it’s unbuttoned and open as he slides into her. Minseon moans, toes curling and legs hooked around him to keep him inside her. Jongin doesn’t go slow. He’s had such a long, stressful week and this is one of the few ways Minseon knows how to relax him.
Her back curves off the bed and Jongin pins her wrists and uses her, fucking her until Minseon can’t feel anything other than the pleasure that races through every part of her. She gasps out his name, nails biting into her palms and eyes rolling back when she comes. She can feel Jongin still moving inside her, quicker and faster and Minseon clenches around him. She’ll never get enough it.
Jongin jerks forward when he comes inside her, hips smacking against her ass and his forehead pressed to hers. He groans and shudders, finally releasing her arms when it’s over.
“I love you,” Jongin pants. “So much.”
Minseon laughs.
They heat up leftovers for dinner and sit on the couch with only the table lamp on for light. Minseon is still in Jongin’s shirt and Jongin’s pulled on a pair of soft cotton pants. It’s comfortable, relaxing. It’s been too long since Minseon’s seen Jongin so carefree.
Their plates are discarded on the coffee table, forgotten as they move on to more interesting things. Minseon takes her time when she slides onto Jongin’s lap. Her fingers trail softly down his chest, his hands secure on her hips beneath her shirt. The urgency is gone, but the passion hasn’t wavered.
Jongin is sweet, with his lips on her neck and a palm curved around her breast when she sinks down on his cock. They sit there for a minute, content in just being together. Minseon moves languidly, rocking her hips with her forehead pressed to Jongin’s, her hair falling in a curtain around them. He smiles at her, so sweet and adoring that Minseon can’t help smiling back.
Minseon takes her time, indulging in the heat of Jongin’s stare, in the way his fingers press into her skin possessively. They have all night together and she plans to make good use of it. Jongin raises her hand to his mouth, a kiss left on her palm before his touch travels down to her wrist, thumb caressing over her pulse. He leaves a kiss there too.
Minseon’s heart swells with affection, her body curving to be closer to him as Jongin helps her keep moving, rocking. It’s so much, so perfect, so soft and loving that Minseon falls for Jongin all over again. She gasps, her mouth falling open with his name on her tongue as she trembles. He coaxes her through her climax with smooth rolls of his hips, keeping her wrapped in his arms.
Minseon whimpers, the sound muffled in Jongin’s mouth when he kisses her, thrusting into her just a little quicker until he stutters and groans. Minseon leaves a kiss on his temple, pushing sweat damp strands of hair off his face. His hands move up her sides, and back down, over her hips and along her thighs before going back up.
Jongin kisses her again, smiling against her lips. “Thank you,” he sighs. “For being here.”
Minseon hums, resting her weight on him. “Does that mean you’ll take a bath with me?”
Jongin laughs. “Anything for you. Even a bath.”