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day after day ▸ k.j.m

when the earth turns her head, her sun is always there

suho/junmyeon & fem!reader - his homecoming

words: 8.1k

warnings/tags: pure love, domesticity, acts of service, unprotected sex, kinda sub!reader, mostly romance, smut at the end - DNI unless 18+

a/n: this is for all of junmyeon’s babies in celebration of his return!!! he’s BACK

One day left. Tomorrow when you woke up, he would be coming home to you. The sweet, gentle man you loved more than anything would be back where he should be, by your side. You finally made it, having waited nearly two whole years for this. In the grand scheme of things, anyone could say that wasn’t very long, but you felt every single day as if they were decades. And you were counting. It wasn’t just two years and he wasn’t just a man.

He was coming back just before Valentine’s Day, and usually you wouldn’t go all out for the holiday, but this felt like a worthy occasion. You wanted to make him feel special and loved and do something grand for him like he’d done for you so many times. You wanted to make up for lost time where you couldn’t shower him with affection and love and even gifts. You wanted so much. After so long without him, you weren’t sure how you were going to act. But you did know that you had one day left to get yourself together and start preparations for his return.

You knew him and you knew he didn’t like people making a fuss over him, his humble nature not allowing him to enjoy too much attention. But you also knew how pink his cheeks would get when you would do something special or take care of him in an intimate way. How shy and giggly he would get whenever you got him nice gifts or praised him. Your heart was doing leaps just imagining his face. It was easy to decide just what you would do for him, and even easier for you to do it.

In the last twenty-four hours, time seemed to speed up all of a sudden, which did no favors for your trembling hands. You had gone shopping and gotten everything you needed, spending the last day before his discharge preparing his surprise and yourself. You brought everything to his apartment, making sure to go in through the back with your key so not to be seen, and started your preparations immediately.

Junmyeon was the sweetest, most accepting man you knew and loved you as you are, but you still felt the desire to put extra effort into your appearance for him. You bought yourself a nice dress, something flattering to your form and a bit elegant. You made sure to give yourself enough time for self-care and grooming before coming over. You wanted to be as close to perfect as possible for him. He deserved it and so much more.

After you finished putting your things away, you began putting together his gifts. With shimmering silver wrapping paper you carefully wrapped the first of his gifts, a white gold Cartier love ring nestled in a signature red box. You checked for any imperfections and finished it off with black ribbons and a bow when you found none. The other gift you had in mind was less of a material one, but an experience. It was something you had been researching for a while and practicing so you could do it together once he returned. You wanted to have something to show for it, however, so you put together all required materials in a small gold bag with sparkly tissue paper.

It was still early once you had those all put together, so you got a head start on his final gift. Most of it would need to be done tomorrow before he got home, but you prepped as much as you could before fixing up the house and adding a few small touches here and there. You couldn’t stop yourself from getting the cheesy ‘Welcome Home’ banner and some other party decorations, so you made sure the living room and dining room looked perfect and stayed out of them for the rest of the night. You figured you had time for a bath, both of you loved his deep tub and jets.

As the night went on you felt yourself getting more and more jittery thinking of how soon he’d be with you, his skin pressed sweetly against yours for the first time in so long. His deep brown eyes that always made your heart flip. You wondered if his temperament would change and if he would be more reserved with you. If he would be a bit shy at first, hesitant with his touches. You weren’t even sure how you would be. Since you met you had never gone this long without seeing each other, much less since you started dating.

You found yourself feeling like a teenager getting ready for your first date, which is one of the things you loved so much about Junmyeon. He made you feel so much in so many ways. He made routine feel new. He made the mundane exciting. He made you, someone who was so ordinary, feel so special just with the way he loved. It was overwhelming. Just the thought of him could have you falling all over again as if it was the first time. You couldn’t wait.

After your bath you helped yourself to his wardrobe, opting to wear his much larger clothes to bed than your own. He always encouraged you to take them, letting you know how much he liked seeing you in them with his wandering hands. It was also his idea to have you stay at his place tonight. He asked you to stay in since the public was aware of his discharge date and he knew he’d have eyes around him until he got home. Fine with you. You got to sleep in his big, soft bed that no longer had his scent, but held on to an essence that was so uniquely Junmyeon. Even without him by your side, you had nothing but pleasant dreams when you came over and slept on his silky sheets.

Choosing only one of his baggy t-shirts, you got yourself into bed early so you could try to calm down enough to sleep. You need to be up early enough to prepare for tomorrow. He would be discharged early, but you knew your sweet man, so you knew that he would be visiting a few people before he finally made it home. You knew how caring he was and how much he loved his friends and his fans, so you had no problem with waiting just a little bit longer for him. Especially if that meant you would have him all to yourself.

As you were lying on your side hugging his pillow to your chest like the desperate case you were, you heard the text tone you had assigned to your one and only. He would always try to text you goodnight if nothing else, but you were still surprised somehow. When you turned over and grabbed your phone, you took a second to adjust to the brightness and read his message eagerly.

‘Just one more day, my love. I can’t wait to see you.’

Your whole body hummed at his words, hearing his voice in your head as he would say it. You smiled wide, sitting up on your elbows to reply without hesitation and tell him the same thing. He told you that he would still be there for dinner time and that he would text you if it was any earlier, which you thanked the gods for since you were going to need the time. You wished him a good night and put your phone away, his words swirling in your head enough to lull you into a deep sleep.

The next morning you woke up just before your alarm, well-rested and ready to begin the day. You also woke up to a message from Junmyeon, a photo attachment with no other message. It was a picture of the sunrise behind a park, the bare trees still beautiful in the yellow morning light. That meant he was already out. You jumped out of bed and hopped around, giddy like a child on Christmas morning. Your sun was coming home.

You replied with only a picture of his bed, sheets messed up and looking warm and inviting. You also made sure your own discarded panties were visible at the foot of the bed, hoping he would notice. Though you knew if he did, he wouldn’t say anything and would keep it his mind for later.

Slipping on a pair of his sweats and tying them tight at the waist, you got to work in the kitchen. For his surprise, you were going to cook him the best dinner you possibly could, and hopefully one of the best he’ll ever have. Taking care to prepare his favorites and even little side dishes he only got to enjoy when he went out or had dinner with his family. You got everything you needed and had even asked his mom for help so you could get it perfect. You were buzzing with excitement, knowing how much he would love it even if you managed to mess up. He was so good.

Once you had started, the time began to fly again. You weren’t worried about the time, all of the practice you had cooking with his mother making you confident in your execution. After hours of chopping, mixing, frying, baking, cooking, and more baking, you were close to being finished with the whole meal. The last thing you needed to do was cook the meat, which you wanted to do right before he got home so it could be as fresh as possible.

You were ahead of your own schedule, wrapping up with all of the dishes that could be stored away with ample time to spare before he would arrive. The table was set and the house was in order so you had little left to do. It was going into the afternoon and you hadn’t heard anything else from him, so you figured he would be on time for dinner as he said. Not wanting to fall behind, though, you got a head start getting yourself ready.

With every step you took, you thought of Junmyeon. You laid out your freshly steamed satin dress, glancing at it every now and then and imagining the way his eyes would move over you once he saw you in it. The way his hands would always find their way to your back and shoulders like they were magnetized. The thought made you burn, but you couldn’t fight it. You were doing this for him. It was all for him.

As you sat in front of his large closet mirror and did your makeup, your mind wandered to all the times he had made you feel truly beautiful. You thought of all the compliments he would shower you with at the most random times. Obvious ones, like when you would dress up and put more effort into your look. When you would sneak over to his place in dark comfy clothes, your form barely recognizable to yourself. When you would come out of his shower and return to him in bed with nothing but the skin you were born in and he would hold your face and stare at you like you were the most precious work of art. All of them felt the same coming from him. He always made you feel like he was seeing you instead of just looking at you on the outside.

You found yourself choking up, overcome with emotion at how lucky you were just to know him. Just to have existed in the same time and space as him. To be able to have him and have him know you, too. To be able to feel him and be loved by him. And to love him, most of all. You could hardly bear the weight of your own emotions, glad you were getting the brunt of this out of the way now, before you finished your makeup and he was finally here in front of you. It was starting to become real to you now.

By the time you finished your little moment and then your makeup, it was just after five. Junmyeon purposely left out a time in case he didn’t make it on the dot, but you figured it was safe by now to ask for an estimate. As soon as the message sent you became nervous. You knew once a number was involved it would hit you and you were already feeling unstable. He gave you little time to overthink, however, responding immediately with one of his cute smiling emojis and the number six.

Your knees buckled and you had to sit down and breathe for a second. Why were you so nervous all of a sudden? It was just Junmyeon. The cute, kind man you had spent so many years with already. How could he still make you feel so out of control of yourself? You were aware that he had too much power over you, but it was so easy to fall into him. He was so good.

Snapping out of your spiraling thoughts, your eyes found the clock and you trembled. You had just over half an hour if he got here right on time. That was enough time for you to put the food in the oven as it would need to cook and broil in there for about forty-five minutes before you would be able to finish off the meal. You quickly got that out of the way and that gave you enough time to gather your bearings and get dressed.

You watched yourself in the mirror, fidgeting with your hair and adjusting your dress, satisfied with the way it all fell into place. You were thanking the heavens that everything had gone so well today, and the excitement for him to see what you had prepared was returning.

The minutes passed like seconds and soon enough you were only a few away from six o’clock. The familiar sound of his text tone nearly made you jump out of your skin, a warning that he was just five minutes away. Your hands had been trembling all day, but now your entire body was shaking like a leaf. The excitement was incomparable to anything you had ever felt before. It was even worse than when he asked you out for the first time, the handsome twenty-five-year-old Junmyeon still fresh in your mind when he asked you to dinner and turned your stomach inside out. This was definitely worse, so much worse.

The overwhelming mix of excitement and nervousness was starting to make you dizzy. Time was escaping you. You wanted to ask him for updates to ease your nerves. Ask him for when he parked, when he got into the building, when he reached his floor all the way up to when he got to the door. You felt unprepared, even with everything in perfect order. You were starting to feel sick.

You didn’t need to wait much longer until you heard movement in the hallway, your body positively vibrating because you just knew it was him. The steps grew louder up to the door and you were suddenly unsure of what to do with yourself. Should you open it for him and help him in or just stand and try to look nice? In your game of mental ping-pong you stumbled in front of the door, the lock clicking into the still air and the handle turning right in front of your eyes. You swallowed, your heart stopped.

The first thing you saw was his head poking in and his dark eyes searching for you from behind his already grown out black hair. The entire room flipped upside down. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears and you were overcome with the desire to run to him, so you did. As soon as he stepped in you made your way toward him with haste, prompting him to throw his bags on the floor and meet you in your stride. He caught you in his arms and swept you up, his warm hands pressed firmly against your back and preventing you from moving even a centimeter away from him. Junmyeon lifted you in his arms and buried his face in your shoulder, letting out a string of sweet words onto your skin.

He was the first to speak, pulling his head back to touch his forehead to yours. “I missed you so much. I can’t believe that didn’t kill me. You have no idea how many times I wanted to just run home to you. I love you so much, oh my god.”

It took everything you had to stop yourself from crying and ruining your hard work right there. You were tearing up in an instant just hearing him say those words. Feeling how much he wanted you back. You could only return the sentiment and squeeze him tighter, barely able to breathe but feeling like you no longer needed to.

He sniffed and tilted his head up and kissed you, and you were okay again. Everything was warm and light. His presence filled in every crack that had appeared in his absence, sealing them like he had never left them in the first place. You were glad he was holding you, since you felt like you were about to fly away. All your nerves melted away with his warm lips. It felt so right. You missed him so much.

Junmyeon pulled away slowly and gently let you back down on the ground, his grip on your arms never letting up. It was only then he seemed to take in his surroundings and notice what you were wearing. His eyes traveled over your body, slowing over your curves and drinking you in. A small gasp escaped his lips and he looked back up to catch your eyes.

“You… You look so beautiful, baby. Absolutely angelic.” He shook his head and slid his hands down to grasp your own, stroking your knuckles with his thumbs. That’s when he noticed the rest of the house and the decorations you had put around the living room.

“You did all of this for me?”

You chuckled at his question and pulled him in by his hand. “Of course. I wanted it to be special.”

You began to lead him to the dining room when he stopped walking, halting you in your step.

“Wait, wait, I don’t feel right being the only one not dressed up.”

“It’s just the two of us, Myeon, it’s okay,” you giggled.

He pouted and shook his head, backing up toward his luggage by the door and grabbing it all at once. “Nope, if you’re gonna get all pretty for me then I need to look nice for you, too. I’ll be right back!”

You quickly followed him into the bedroom and whined. “But Myeonnie,” you dragged it out cutely, “we need to have dinner.”

He stopped digging in his suitcase to look up at you with round eyes. “How much time do I have?”

You looked at the clock and the reminder you set for the food, rounding it to about fifteen minutes before everything would be done. He smiled and continued pulling things out of his luggage.

“Perfect! I’ll only need that much. I learned to shower quick, be right back.” He stood and kissed you on the head as he passed you toward the bathroom and you just shook your head. You thought about what he might do to get ready but swiftly pushed that thought aside so you could finish this dinner in time.

Once the food was perfectly cooked, you heated the dishes that you had pre-made and plated everything as nicely as you could. The table was set with his best china and silverware, rose petals scattered around between all of the plates and the tall candles lighting up the space. You had to admit, it looked amazing. You couldn’t help but feel proud and hope that he would like it as much as you enjoyed doing it.

Junmyeon called to you from the bedroom, telling you he’d be right out and to take a seat, which you did willingly. Your legs were a bit tired from standing in the kitchen so long, but it was well worth it for this. Not even a minute later he emerged from the hall and walked into the soft candle light from the table in front of you. Your mouth fell open at the sight of him.

He was all dressed up in a neat black suit, one that seemed to be made for him as it perfectly fit his broad shoulders and worked so nicely with the lines of his body. His dark hair was slicked back neatly to his head and his smooth face glowed in the light. He had even put on dress shoes. Somehow he had managed to make you feel underdressed, even though your outfit would have been perfectly appropriate for the finest restaurant in the city. He was too beautiful to stand.

From the moment he entered the room his eyes had been locked on yours, but he quickly noticed the table and all of the food as soon as the scent hit his nose. His eyes darted around wildly, taking in the numerous side dishes and the way you set everything up with such detail and care. It took a minute for him to process, thinking about how long this must have taken you on your own and it had his eyes watering instantly.

When you saw his eyes shine you stood and went to his side immediately, taking his face into your hand and making him look at you. Junmyeon pulled you into him instead and hid his face in your hair, your scent grounding him and keeping him together. He held you with all of the strength and tenderness of the universe, his heart nearly touching yours through your chests.

“You did all this? How…”

You didn’t pull away, only holding him and running your hand up and down his back. “Well I knew how to make a lot of it myself, but I played intern with your mom so I could get it just right. I know it’s your favorite.”

At that, he squeezed you even tighter, letting out a soft sob over your shoulder and taking a minute to gather himself. You rubbed circles into his back and swayed him gently back and forth, waiting for him to speak up when he was ready.

Rather than words, he pulled away and kissed you sweetly, something quick and light, and looked into your eyes. “You’re so amazing. Thank you.”

You smiled, heart swelling in your chest with his handsome face so close to yours. “Don’t thank me yet, you still have to try it.”

He chuckled and nodded, grabbing your hand to guide you back to your seat. “You’re right, let’s eat then. I can’t wait to.”

Like a true gentleman, he pushed in your chair and stepped over to his seat across from you, sitting and immediately grabbing his chopsticks. You tried to quell the nervousness in your stomach, a bit anxious because you didn’t want to disappoint if he was comparing it to his mother’s. As soon as the thought came, he took his first bite. You watched his expression carefully and in a second it was melting into one of pleasure. He sighed and shook his head, looking between his plate and you. You giggled and nodded for him to eat some more. He did so eagerly, taking another big bite before he was even finished with the one in his mouth and groaning all the while.

Your chest swelled with love and pride, elated to see the man you adored enjoying the meal you cooked for him. He continued to pick at other sides before sitting back and sighing again. “Baby girl, this is so good,” he sat forward and looked you in the eye, “truly, so good. There’s really nothing you can’t do.”

The words and intention were pure, but his praise shot straight to your lower half. Hearing his noises and watching him enjoy his food had done something to you, and you had barely touched yours. You suddenly weren’t very hungry for this meal.

Junmyeon seemed to pick up on the shift and questioned you, but you covered it up by saying that you had been taste-testing all day and weren’t as hungry. He smiled and looked satisfied with that answer, so he kept eating until he was full. He had finished what appeared to be two plates worth of food and was glowing even more now. You had to think of something else to stop the inappropriate thoughts flooding your mind, and that’s when you remembered his gifts.

You jumped up from the table, walking to his side and pulling him from his chair to the living room. “Come on, it’s time for gifts!”

He let you drag him to the couch where he plopped down, sitting with his legs spread and looking too inviting. You shook your head and ran to grab his presents, returning with them hidden behind your back.

“Okay, first one,” you chirped and handed the small silver box to him. He took it into both hands and looked around, complimenting your wrapping job and making you even more excited.

You watched his fingers work open the paper on the back, carefully pulling it off and giving you too much time to focus on them. The veins in his hands were prominent as he delicately undid the tape and discarded the paper at his side. Your throat felt a bit dry.

He finally got to the box and opened it after looking up at you through his eyelashes, head tilted like he was confused. He gasped when he looked inside at the ring shining back at him and snapped his head up to you.

“Oh my, why did you spend this much? Please, you shouldn’t have.”

You giggled and held your hands together in your lap. “Because! Myeon, you always go above and beyond for me, so let me do this for you. It’s fine.”

He looked reluctant, still staring at you with his eyebrows tilted up.

“Besides, it’s not only your homecoming, it’s also Valentine’s Day.”

His expression shifted once you said that and you wondered if he forgot about the holiday entirely. He looked back down to the red box and slowly took the ring from its cushion, slipping it onto his finger with ease and admiring it.

“Well, thank you. I love it,” he pushed the box to the side and scooted closer to you, pulling your hand into his much larger ones, “but you have to let me do the same for actual Valentine’s day then.”

You scoffed, scrunching up your nose at him teasingly, but you agreed anyway. How could you say no to that?

“Okay, okay. Next one. This isn’t really something that can be wrapped, so I just put this together so you had something more to open for it.”

He nodded and took the gold gift bag from your hands, pulling out the tissue paper and peeking inside cutely. You smiled, watching as he pulled out the bag’s content slowly, slight confusion visible on his face.

“Body lotion? How is this not something that can be wrapped?”

You laughed and bumped his shoulder at his sarcasm. “Yeah, yeah, smart guy. Keep going.”

He flashed a toothy smile at you and pulled out another bottle and a tool he had never seen before. “Huh? Is this for the bath?” He knew how much you loved baths.

“Not quite. You’ll see.”

That was all you gave him and then you were up again, snatching the things from his lap and making your way into the bedroom. You could hear the heels of Junmyeon’s shoes on the hard floor behind you, following you in.

“Your second gift is something else I want to do for you,” you smiled, “or with you.”

He tilted his head at you but stayed silent for you to continue.

You paused. You hadn’t expected him to shower before dinner, so you didn’t have the chance to set up what you needed for this. You wanted to do it while he wasn’t in the room so he could come back and see and understand, but you had to work around that now. Thinking fast, you told him he couldn’t be all dressed up for this and pulled him toward the bed by his tie.

He was stiff but let you lead him, falling on the bed with a gasp as you pushed him down by his shoulders. His eyes went wide as he watched you sink to your knees in front of him wordlessly.

You tried not to smile at the cute look on his face as you got down and started removing his shoes, busying yourself with the laces and promptly removing his socks. When you looked back up, his eyes had relaxed, but his shoulders were still visibly tense. You climbed up to his level on the bed and straddled his thighs, your dress riding up and revealing more of yours.

“Relax,” you spoke softly, hands smoothing down his strong shoulders to begin undoing his tie. “You deserve some rest now, you’ve worked so hard for so long.”

His veins were prominent in his neck as he watched your delicate fingers work at removing his clothes. He couldn’t seem to get himself to move or speak.

You bit back a smirk, making quick work of the tie and moving on to his jacket, throwing it with the tie somewhere on the floor behind you. You paused, taking a moment to look at him after so long and noticing the way his white shirt stretched over his shoulders and arms. Had he gotten bigger? You almost whined at the feeling of his chest under your fingers, greedily roaming over every inch you could reach.

He let out a shaky breath, one hand moving to hold your waist and making the skin there burn. He didn’t want to ruin the fragile atmosphere, but he wasn’t sure if this was part of his gift or something else entirely.

You caught his eye and ran a hand up his chest to his neck, leaning forward to whisper into his ear. “Let me take care of you.”

Junmyeon shivered, nodding once and then tilted his head back to look at you. You avoided his eyes and went straight for the buttons of his shirt, working through each one with precision and speed. Just as quickly, his shirt was discarded and his skin was finally visible to you. Removing his shirt allowed another scent to mix with his cologne and shampoo, his. It was strongest around his neck and chest, and now with it overbearing, you barely kept yourself from burying your nose into it.

It had been so long, too long since you had him like this. Too long since his scent had you surrounded, clouding your senses and only leaving room for him. You were already losing your composure, his slightly tanned skin adding to the mix, glistening and taunting you. You were feeling dizzy for the second time that day.

Junmyeon was watching you, anticipation for your next move causing a flurry in his stomach. He wanted to let you make all of the moves until he knew where this was going, but his hands were aching to touch you. He wasn’t sure he knew how to handle himself after so long.

You felt around his chest some more, marveling at how toned and large he was. You had almost forgotten. Before you could get stuck in that spot, you lifted yourself off of him and knelt in front of him again. With a gentle touch you started moving your hands up his legs from his calves, squeezing softly where his muscle mass was and focusing on any hard spots and areas that were tense. As you got up to his thighs, they stiffened with your touch, making you look up at him and search his eyes. He looked down at you silently, waiting for your words.

“This is your gift. But I need these off to get started,” you punctuated your sentence with a sharp tug at his belt and pulled until he was standing. You looked at him to make sure he was still okay with this and you were pleased to see his eyes nearly pleading, begging you not to stop. You pecked his cheek, pulling away before he could suck you in to him and derail your plan entirely.

Without hesitation you began undoing the buckle of his belt, sliding it out of the loops slowly and letting it drop to the floor at his feet. You were onto his pants in a second, carefully unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper, holding it away from him so it wouldn’t catch anywhere. Slipping them over his boxer-briefs, you slowly dropped to the floor and pulled them down with you, helping him pull them off over his feet. When you rose again, Junmyeon looked a bit nervous.

“Don’t worry, baby. You don’t have to do anything. Can you lie down on your front for me?” You asked softly, encouraging him with a hand on his forearm and a small smile. He nodded and got into position on the bed, his head turned to the side in an attempt to see what you were doing. You moved away from the bed toward a box you had left close by for this moment. You took out a few things and brought them over to the bed, laying them out by his feet where they weren’t visible to him.

“No peeking. Just relax, close your eyes.”

Junmyeon heard you walking up next to him by the bed but kept his eyes sealed shut. He felt your warm hand on his chin and he lifted his head at your touch, leaving enough room for you to slide something under it. You turned his head and moved it back down where it rested comfortably on the neck pillow you brought. He let his head relax where the round pillow held it without blocking his nose or mouth. Almost like he was getting a — oh. Like the flip of a switch, he got it. He knew what his gift was.

You continued fiddling with things behind him and he tried not to let you see how much he was shaking. You had never done anything like this before, and if he was right, he didn’t know how well he would be able to relax with you touching him like that.

Sure enough, he heard the sound of a bottle being uncapped, but he kept himself from turning around. He heard you shuffling and then heard something fall on the floor far off to his right. Before he could ask any questions, you beat him to it.

“Can I take these off? I have a towel for you, if that’s okay.” Your fingers were prodding at the waistband of his underwear, dangerously close to dipping underneath. He tensed again and nodded, realizing that it wasn’t visible before humming a response.

You hooked your fingers under the fabric and guided his hips up, pulling them down and over his feet to join the rest of his clothes on the floor. He tried not to think of how exposed he was, even though you had seen all of him before. His heartrate was increasing and he could feel your eyes on him before you covered his backside with a warm towel. So he was right.

You could tell he was tense and still confused, so you decided to get straight into it, squeezing the body oil into your hands and spreading it over the back of his legs, working it carefully into his skin and taking your time on his calves. You alternated between his calves and thighs, pressing your thumbs into the pale flesh and making him sigh deeply.

He didn’t even have the time to think before the warm liquid and your hot hands were melting away any coherent thought. You were able to get him to relax instantly, your touch soothing to him and taking over his mind. Right after you started on his legs, the sweet scent of sugar filled his nose and he realized you had lit a candle at some point. He thought again about how much time and effort you put into all of this, and it had his heart full with love for you. All of his senses were overwhelmed by you, and he wanted nothing more than to be able to sit up and kiss you as hard as he could. But he didn’t want to mess up what you had worked so hard for, and he wasn’t sure he had the coordination to do so at this point, so he didn’t move.

You watched as the muscles in his back became more and more relaxed, the ones under your fingers getting less tense with your ministrations. Once you felt it was okay to move on, you climbed up over him on the bed, one leg on each side of him and grabbed the bottle from behind you.

Junmyeon felt the bed dip at his sides, feeling the heat of your body hovering over his and tried to stay relaxed. He heard the cap of the bottle and the feeling of your warm hands followed, rubbing the oil into his back. You started from the small of his back, spreading it upward to his shoulders where you dug your thumbs in a bit harder. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him, glad that his face was hidden because it was certainly flushed at this point. You had barely done anything and he was already losing it.

You smirked when you heard the lewd noise from him muffled by the pillow. You were glad to know that this was having a similar effect on him, as you were starting to lose control just looking at his huge back. His shoulders were so warm and broad, the definition of his muscle making beautiful shadows with the light of the candles in the room. You could smell him so strongly and it was driving you crazy. You thought for a second about stopping and just letting him take you then and there, but he was enjoying this, and that’s what mattered most.

Pushing away your greedy thoughts, you continued to massage deep all across his back, using the technique you had learned from all of your studying. You wanted to make him feel as good as possible and ease all of the stress that had accumulated in the knots in his poor muscles. His reaction to this was even more intense, his back arching under you and a high-pitched noise leaking through the pillow. Heat was starting to pool in your stomach, and you knew this wouldn’t last long for both of you.

He got impossibly wider as his breathing quickened, ribs expanding and making him look huge under you. You couldn’t play this game much longer. You wanted him so bad. You were torn because you wanted to drag it out, you wanted to make him feel good but also to get him desperate and have him wanting you just as much. So you changed course. Pouring more of the oil onto his back, you capped the bottle and threw it to the floor, making him flinch at the sound. Finally, you lined yourself up with him and lowered your body down onto his, your bare chest fitting perfectly into his back and picking up all of the excess oil.

Junmyeon nearly jumped off of the bed as soon as he felt your weight on him, confused and overwhelmed and losing a lot of blood in his head at the feeling of your small body pressed to his. Did you mean to do that? Was this part of it? He stopped questioning when you started to move, sliding yourself up and down his back and making his head spin when he felt your full chest pushing into him. His head was empty. All he could do was lie down and take it.

You tried not to think too much about what you were doing, focusing on what you had learned from the videos and things you read about these massages. You thought this would be a fun thing to try, but you were losing your patience now and you just wanted him to let go and fuck you senseless. He was tense again, and you could tell he was feeling similar to you. But you wanted to push him to his limit.

Leaning into him completely, you slid your hands out on both sides over each of his arms, massaging his biceps and rolling your hips lightly into him. You were teasing him now, no longer working with just his pleasure as the goal. It had been too long.

He seemed to pick up on what you were doing, a low rumble sounding in his chest as you worked your hips over his. He was beginning to feel cramped with his front smushed into the bed, his length straining against the mattress. Once he heard your small gasps, he snapped.

You were caught up in the feeling of your own pleasure when you were flipped onto your back on the bed in a split second. Before you could even process it, he was climbing over you, his knee pushing your legs apart and putting you on display for him. His eyes traced over your curves fervently and had your face burning. He looked so different from the cute, gentle man you had been eating with just an hour ago. He looked a bit crazed — and hungry. It was exactly what you wanted.

He was the first to break the long silence. “I can’t… wait any longer. I know we talked about this but I need you so bad. I can’t take it.”

You thought back to the conversation you had one of the nights he had free during his service months ago and had come to visit you. You had stopped him from touching you, telling him you wanted to wait until he got out so he wouldn’t have to leave you in the morning. Stupid. That was so stupid. You shook your head, unable to find the words but you wanted him to know you didn’t care anymore. You needed him just as much.

“Please, I don’t want to wait. You’re here now. Please, Junmyeon, take me.”

It was like he expected those words to come from your mouth, his lips crashing onto yours in a second and rendering you thoughtless. You felt his lips everywhere, moving down your neck to your chest, sucking and biting and pulling a string of moans from you. His hands were roaming around you with urgency, like he was trying to be everywhere at once and overwhelm your system. He was fitting himself between your thighs, his bare skin meeting yours and heating up your whole body. You could feel his length poking into your thigh and it had you whimpering pathetically.

“Junmyeon, please.” That was all you could get out, hoping he would get the point.

He looked up at you and paused to take in the sight. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your mouth falling open to let out your sweet noises. He was so deprived for so long, it was like he forgot what you sounded like. What you felt like. He wanted to take his time and drink you in, taste you on his tongue, but he couldn’t deny you when you were begging so nicely.

“How do you want me, baby girl?”

You whined at the pet name, grabbing at him and trying to get him to keep touching you. “Like this, I want to see you. Please, I can’t wait-”

Your words died in your throat when you felt his hot hand run up and down your slit, collecting all of your wetness and coating his fingers with it.

“How long has it been since you last did this?”

You blushed, looking away and answering truthfully, knowing that if you lied he would take longer. “Maybe a week, not long. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

He groaned at that, his fingers prodding at your entrance and making your whole body writhe in his hold. He loved how needy you got for him, and loved hearing you say it even more.

But you were growing impatient. You wanted him to skip this, you really didn’t need the warm up after all that. “Myeon, I want you. I’m aching. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

Luckily he didn’t try to press it, accepting your words and quickly moving to give you what you needed. He lined himself up with you, giving a few experimental thrusts over you and covering himself in your essence, before pulling back and finally pushing into you. You lifted off the bed, arms seeking him out and wrapping around his neck to keep yourself steady. You couldn’t believe you had denied yourself of this for so long. Denied him. You wanted him to just let go already.

“Please, Myeon. Fuck me.”

He groaned into your neck, hips twitching and pushing him all the way into you. You couldn’t make a sound, so focused on the full feeling you had forgotten somehow. The feeling you had gone so long without. He stretched you so perfectly and it felt so right, you could almost cry.

Junmyeon pulled back to look into your eyes, noticing how shiny they were and worrying that he had hurt you. You shook your head and told him you weren’t in pain at all. You needed him to move. He got the message at last and wrapped his arms around to hold you closer. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ll take good care of you now.”

With no more inhibition, he was pulling out of you slowly, only to push back in and start thrusting at a rapid pace. The force of his hips stole all of the air from your lungs and you could already feel that telling feeling in your core building up. His lips were all over you, peppering your face and neck with kisses that felt too loving for the assault he was delivering on your hips. The pleasure was overtaking your senses along with him. All you could process was him, and you were getting close embarrassingly fast.

Junmyeon was struggling to keep himself together just the same. He was trying to pace himself so he could drag it out longer, but he was no longer used to the velvety feeling of you. Your warmth. How perfectly you squeezed around him. His thrusts were quickly growing sloppy and he knew he wouldn’t last if you didn’t finish soon. So he brought one hand down between your bodies, expertly locating your sensitive bundle of nerves and circling it with his fingers.

His movement ripped a moan from your throat, so raw and loud, and you felt the tightness in your core after a few seconds. “Myeon, I can’t-”

“Me too, baby. It’s okay. Let go. Come for daddy.”

Your back arched as your orgasm ripped through you, your whole body trembling and burning white hot. His words swirled in your mind, but you couldn’t hold on to them as the pleasure melted your brain. You couldn’t hear yourself, but your throat felt sore and you knew you were being loud. All you could focus on was Junmyeon’s voice as he finished right after you, spilling into you and making you feel fuller than you’ve ever felt before.

He whispered soft praises into your hair, stroking your head and kissing all over the side of your face. You could have sworn you were ascending.

“So good, baby girl. I love you so much.”

You tried to say it back but he stopped you, pulling out of you slowly and turning you over to hold you in his arms. Sleepiness weighed heavily on you, no longer being able to fight against its hold now that you had your safe place again. You quickly drifted off in his warm embrace, the last thing you thought of being how glad you were that he would still be there in the morning, now and always.

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