Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

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Minho's arms are wrapped around me as I cuddle into his chest. A movie plays in the background, but who am I kidding? I'm not paying attention.

"Min..." I whine, squirming a little because my hip bone keeps digging into the wood.

Without another second to think, he wraps his arms around my torso and lifts me until I'm completely on top of him. My head slightly grazes the top blanket.

He gazes up at me as I stare down at him. This position was definitely not innocent. Suddenly, his hands are grasping my ass, making me laugh. I shake my head, leaning down to capture his lips.

The movie is long forgotten as we continue to kiss. My heart pounds faster than ever before. He tastes so good; it's so addicting. How can someone be so addicting?

His hands massage my ass, startling me, but only for a second. Heat raises between our bodies, producing a certain smell that I couldn't name.

My stomach is doing flips by the time we pull away to catch out breaths. I have no clue why, but my legs are trembling while they still straddle his lap.

I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling his hands finally take a rest and instead, rub my back. Our chests move in sync while we breathe heavily.

"You okay?"

I nod, my head feeling a bit fuzzy.
"I am. Are you?"

"I'm living the life right now."

I cough out a laugh, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "Would you like to continue then?"

"Did you really just ask me that?"

Before I can do anything, lips on my skin send chills down my spine. His kisses soon turning into nibbling and sucking. He travels further up my neck, almost looking for something. My breath then hitches. My shoulders tense when he hits it. I didn't even think sweet spots were real. I thought it was something made up in books.

My voice catches in my throat as he bites that area. Heat swirls in my stomach, but I pay no mind. The fuzzy feeling was captivating, blurring any senses other than touch.

His explores my jaw before gripping my chin in his hand. It was like he was controlling my movements. My mouth opens immediately when he lands on my lips once again.

Want and need were controlling me. I wanted him, but I needed him. My heart jumps when his hands are back on my ass, but they... they were at the top of my jeans, tugging gently.

Panic makes me forcefully pull away, hiding myself in the crook of his neck. He must've gotten the message because his hands were rubbing my back again. Thank god I'm dating someone who knows how to use context clues.

"It's okay," he whispers, saying sweet nothings into my ear as we wait for me to calm down. "Deeps breaths. Good boy."

"S-sorry."

"Don't apologize. You were just overwhelmed, hm? We can stop. It's okay."

I whimper, feeling extremely sensitive. It was just making out, why was I being so dramatic? This isn't the first time it's happened.

"Do you want me to help you?" He asks softly, knowing both of us were a bit... heated still.

Hesitantly, I nod. This was the first step. Maybe it could help me get more comfortable.

He moves a bit, wanting to see my face clearly. My eyes are trained on his shirt, embarrassed because this would be our first time doing anything of the sort.

"I need a verbal answer, baby."

My lips part to answer, but nothing comes out. My eyes dart around, anxiety stricken. Just say it. He knows you. You love him. He wouldn't force anything onto you. You want this as much as he does.

I whisper, my breath wavering. "Yes."