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JUNGWON: Somnophilia

or the one where jungwon thought he was dreaming, only to awake to something better than any dream.

only upon feeling his mouth fall open and his brows furrowing did jungwon truly wake up.

he thought it was a dream. that pang of arousal in his gut, the goosebumps rushing across his skin, the wet and hot feeling enveloping his softened length. the empty-brained blankness of his sleep didn't offer a dream to cause such an aroused reaction in his sleep though.

that slight sleepy moan elicits a chuckle out of you as you feel his cock thicken up against your tongue. you continue to suckle, running your hands up to rub against his stomach and chest. you don't care if he wakes up now, it's always cute to hear his raspy and confused breaths when this happens.

and it doesn't take long to hear them either. his cock always wakes up before he does, but he's awake now. you know because you feel one of his drowsy hands rest against your cheek as you continue your antics. his other hand is probably up there tugging at his hair, or perhaps rubbing the sleep from his eyes, you wouldn't know. after all, you're tucked up under these blankets with him, making sure he gets the perfect "good morning" from you.

as if on cue, jungwon pushes the blankets down by the time he realizes he's getting head. always so sleepy, his brain barely comprehends anything but the pleasure usually, but after a few waves of arousal he tends to wake up and recognize who he's with and what's happening.

you blink up at him, with the pretty sunlight shining through the windows at him. his bed-head hair is all over, and his eyes are still partially blinking out of sync. ah, he's so fucking pretty. he's so fucking cute like this. all you can do in response to his empty-headed gaze is sink down further on him.

a little sound in his throat ignites the fire within you. now sucking and essentially fucking your throat with him in full. it's always nice too, when he goes from tired and gentle to gripping your hair and thrusting his hips up. all while consistently moaning, barely catching his breath in the early morning sun before he's releasing against your tongue.

all before recognizing what time it is, or what day of the week it is. not a word spoken, and not a word needed outside of the little "thank you, baby." after you move back up the bed to continue the lazy morning with him.