Seventeen x Reader - Imagine Scenarios

arrangement - mingyu (pt.2)

Requested by : immagulbuddies

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A.n- guys before I start let it be known I took my melatonin then remembered I never finished the chapter. So please excuse anything that doesn't make sense. Im about to pass out-

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The next morning.

My heart raced as I felt his warm breath on my neck, his hands slowly undoing the buttons of my nightgown. I knew this was it...the moment we'd both been waiting for. His fingers brushed against my bare skin, sending shivers down my spine, and I could feel my body tensing up in anticipation.

He pulled the last button free, letting the fabric fall to the floor and revealing myself to him. My breasts, bare in the moonlight, seemed to catch his attention as he let out a soft moan. His hands cupped them gently, teasing my nipples until they hardened and peaked.

"Mingyu...," I breathed, feeling my body grow hot with desire. He kissed his way down my neck, nibbling on my collarbone as he trailed his fingers lower, dipping into the wetness between my legs. His touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I arched my back, pressing myself against his hand.

He smiled against my skin, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. "You're so wet for me," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I've wanted this for so long." His fingers found my entrance, and I gasped as he slipped inside, feeling him fill me in one smooth motion.

I arched my back, pressing my hips against his hand, wanting more of this incredible feeling. He started to move, slowly at first, his thrusts matching the rhythm of my breath. His free hand found its way up to my breast, massaging and squeezing it, sending waves of pleasure through me.

"You're so tight," he gasped, his voice strained. "God, you feel so good." His movements grew faster and more urgent, his body pressing against mine, our skin sliding against each other. The bed creaked beneath us as he took me roughly, pushing me to the brink of orgasm.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate for purchase as I felt my own climax building, threatening to consume me. "Mingyu... I'm going to..." I couldn't finish the thought as a wave of pleasure washed over me, my body tensing and relaxing in perfect synchronization with his thrusts. He followed me over the edge, his breath hitching as he let out a hoarse cry and buried his face in my neck.

Our bodies trembled together, still joined as one, as I felt the warmth of his seed spill deep inside me. He held me close, his lips finding my ear. "You feel so good, y/n," he whispered, his voice still shaky from the intensity of what we'd just shared. "I love you."

My heart swelled at his words, and I tightened my arms around him, relishing in the feeling of being so completely connected to him. His kisses trailed down my neck and across my collarbone, his tongue teasing the peak of my breast. I arched my back, offering myself up to him, wanting more of his touch.

As his kisses and caresses continued, I felt myself growing more aroused, my body aching for him again. He must have sensed this, because he slowly withdrew from me, his gaze meeting mine as he did so. "Are you ready for more, my wife?" he whispered, his voice deep and husky.

I nodded eagerly, my heart racing at the thought of feeling him inside me again. He leaned down, kissing me softly before rolling onto his side to face me. His hand found my nightgown, lifting it up over my hips, baring me to him once again. His eyes traced the curve of my hip, the dip of my waist, before settling on my exposed sex.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed, his fingers brushing against my sensitive skin. "I could spend all night worshiping you like this." He lowered his head, taking one of my breasts into his mouth and sucking gently, while his other hand continued to tease my folds. I arched my back, moaning as the pleasure built inside me.

His hand found its way inside me again, and he thrust his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm, in perfect synchronization with his mouth. His tongue danced across my nipple, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I felt my orgasm building, threatening to consume me as he expertly brought me closer and closer.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against my skin. "Let it go." His words were like a trigger, and with a cry that was more pleasure than pain, I surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, my body tensing and relaxing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

He continued to move his fingers inside me, his mouth sucking hungrily at my breast, his other hand squeezing and kneading my hip. I felt like I could feel every inch of him pressed against me, his skin on mine, his heat mixing with mine. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but I couldn't bring myself to want it to end.

"Mingyu..." I moaned his name, feeling myself growing more and more aroused with each thrust of his fingers, each pull of his lips. His free hand found its way down between us once more, his fingers teasing at the sensitive nub between my legs, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "I love watching you come apart for me like this." His hips began to move in a steady rhythm, his fingers moving deeper inside me as he found a pace that had me arching my back off the bed. His other hand gripped my hip tightly, holding me in place as he took .

I could feel every inch of him pressing against me, his skin hot and smooth as it slid against my own. His thrusts grew deeper, harder, his breath hot against my neck as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside me. His lips trailed up my neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he found my earlobe and sucked gently.

"That's it, my beautiful wife," he groaned, his hips moving faster, his thrusts more urgent. "Let me feel you, let me feel every part of you." His words sent a shiver of pleasure through me, and I tightened my grip on his shoulders, arching my back to meet his movements.

His mouth found mine, his tongue demanding entry as he thrust deeper, harder. His fingers moved faster inside me, finding a rhythm that had my body trembling with need. I could feel the tension building inside him, the way his hips moved was insane to me, possessive and yes. He was in control, and I loved it.

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