Dreamcatcher Imagines

𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗴 | breakfast in bed

Reader Is: Neutral Age (Group Not Mentioned)
Categories: Smut
Preferences: Top (Reader), Bottom (Handong)
Summary: Handong offers the reader breakfast in bed, as she'd promised.

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The hairs on your neck are standing on end. That's the first thing you notice.

Then Han Dong's soft voice reverberates next, through your ear towards every extremity until she's awakened every cell with a rush of serotonin. "Baby?"

"Yes?" you hum. You blink a couple times, finding her silhouette beside you, all slender and lithe and – lacy. Your eyes fly open wide.

Handong smiles broadly as she sits up. "Something in your favorite color...you like?"

"I, uh—"

You're at a complete loss for words. You even rub your eyes, wondering if it's only a dream – but no, when you open them again, your girlfriend is still poised above you in ribbony lingerie. There's a grin on her cherubic face but a glint in her eyes that gives her away.

Finally, you regain enough sense to answer Handong's question. "Yes. I – I love it. You're beautiful."

Ignoring the compliment – she simply expects them – Handong pounces onto your lap. "Oh, good." Instinctively, your hands fall to her soft thighs.

"To what—" you clear your throat— "do I owe the honor of receiving such a treat?"

"Well, if you remember, last night, I promised you breakfast in bed."

"Yeah, you – oh. Oh."

Handong smirks.

Heat surges through your veins and pulls your fingers like a magnet to her arms. You suddenly can't feel close enough to her.

Handong returns your ardor in kind with fingertips kneading your skin with the ebb and flow of pleasure she feels. You move on to grasp the back of her neck, and she whimpers in appreciation. You'll never get over how beautiful she sounds – especially right in your ear.

She breaks from kissing your neck and starts to pant instead when your hands fall to her chest. As well as your tight embrace will allow, you find her nipples through her flimsy bra and roll them between your fingers.

An erotic moan makes you pull back sharply to catch a glimpse of her face, and oh, God, how lucky you feel to get it.

Her eyebrows are knitted together above her blackened orbs as they roll back in her head; her sable tresses are flowing over her shoulders and into her face and – fuck – her delicate hand looks so beautiful as she reaches up to pull together the strands.

"Take off your clothes," you rasp, letting go of her chest. "Please. Show me how gorgeous you are."

Handong lets go of her hair and moves onto her bra. It's a strappy contraption that your brain can't quite comprehend, and you're glad she's the one taking it off – not least because of the way that her spindly fingers work so seductively.

As the fabric is torn away from her burning skin, you lose sight of everything but the stiffened peaks in the center of her breasts. They're practically begging you to take them in your hands, to please them again; so that's what you do. And this time, as you do so, Handong begins to rock against you.

Only, she's just removed her panties. All that she has left on is a garter belt around her slim waist. So, when she leans forward, her core slides over your bare abdomen.

Fuck.

It's fiery hot and slick with arousal, coating your skin instantly. You let go of her breasts and let your grasp fall to her hips instead, pushing them down into you. Some mumbled curses escape Handong's lips as her shaking hands grab your shoulders.

Your mouth is watering at the prospect of tasting her, but she feels so fucking good, you can't bring yourself to make her stop. She can grind on you until she comes, for all you care. And it seems like she's close, judging by the mess she's leaving.

Sure enough, she tells you so after only another minute. "B-Baby," she breathes. Her grip on your shoulders has gotten weaker, her rutting shakier. "I think – think I'm gonna—"

When she loses the rest of the sentence to a moan, you interject, "That's my good girl. Let me feel you come all over me."

That'll do it. You bite down hard on your bottom lip as you stare up at her. She looks like a goddess above you. You want to memorize the sight of her hips rolling, her breasts bouncing, her hips swaying – and most of all, the way her eyes roll back in her head as her mouth parts. "Oh, oh, oh—!"

As she starts shaking too violently to move alone, you hold her thighs to your sides and continue to guide her against your body. You swallow hard and resist the urge to screw your eyes shut as you feel her completely soak you. If you thought hard enough about it, you're pretty sure you could come just from that feeling.

When you're finally able to tear your eyes away from your dripping abdomen, you see that Handong's face has gone bright red. Her hands cover half of it as she peers down at you. "S-Sorry," she mumbles. "I really – we should change the shee—"

Your lips are pressed to hers before she can finish her sentence. She hums in surprise, but relaxes into you once she gathers that you won't be stopping anytime soon. And you don't, not until you are both devoid of breath.

"Fuck, please don't apologize," you gasp. "That was so sexy."

"O-Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. Yeah, fuck, yeah."

As Handong murmurs some more giggly acknowledgment, you allow yourself to give into your earlier cravings and place her on her back.

You begin by cleaning off her legs with your tongue, leaving nothing wasted. She's a treat as always, a delicacy only you have the pleasure of enjoying.

She's positively dripping by the time you reach her sex. It's enough to make your mouth water.

Somehow, she tastes even sweeter when she whines and moans.

The hand that is not buried between her velvety walls cups her backside and squeezes gently. Her eager body pushes her further into your touch so automatically you don't think she even knows what she's doing. She just needs you as much as you do, her.

In actuality, you've hardly remembered that you're working to bring her to another high. You're simply enjoying her; enjoying the moment.

But she's there to remind you, when her body begins shaking again. Her long, slender fingers tangle themselves in your hair and hold you close to her womanhood. "P-Please," she whispers desperately. "Don't – stop."

You won't reassure her with words; that would require your mouth to go against her very request. You just keep a steady pace until she's crumbling beneath you, a moaning mess.

Handong's grasp is no longer strong enough to hold onto you, for her hands have become trembly in her overwhelming peak. And then, what you have been waiting for: her nectar floods your tongue, your mouth, your face.

She cries out as her back arches from the bed. You catch her easily, pulling her right back into your overwhelming touch. You don't stop until she comes again within a mere minute, this time with a scream that rips from her lungs and fills the room with her inhibitable pleasure. It swaths you in pride as she hastens away from your naughty hands. "T-That was amazing," she whispers in awe. Her voice is ragged and torn; it's incredibly sexy.

You wink at her as she collapses against the pillows. "You're delicious. Best breakfast I've ever had, hands down."