Seventeen Ships & Smuts

(SMUT)

Meanie AU

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I twirled around in the clean, fresh sheets. Thunder crashed over my head, shaking the bed slightly, I look over at my new boyfriend.

"Wonwoo..." I tugged at the hem of his shirt. 

He groaned and opened his slim eyes. "Hm?"

I smiled at the beauty before me, "It's 3 AM."

"Then why are we awake?"

I moved the jet black hair from his eyes and leaned in closer  until our lips touched. His lack of sleep from constant school work caused a delay in motion from him. Kissing was weird for me. The weird feeling of the wet underside of lips, or the awkward slurping noises when things got too rough, but kissing Wonwoo was different. Nothing about kissing Wonwoo was different except the person, and for me that was the changing point. 

He slipped his hand under the side of my shirt expediently while twirling me over so that he laid below me. He moved his head so that my lips hit his jaw. I understood, I continued to kiss down his neck. I kissed it softly, but quick to bite into his pearl colored flesh. I lifted my head up to looking into the serious eyes, glossed all over.

Rain fell, hitting the roof shacks in many ways. The sound was comforting for me, and I could tell he was in a new state of relaxed. A sudden burst of lighting hit the ground, soon the sound of the crackle followed. The lighting was bright and glowy, but not as much as the being below me. 

"I love you," I blurted out, unable to keep those words form my lips.

Wonwoo lifted up and kissed me, sucking out all the other "I love you"s I had to say. Somewhere in the mess of lips and spit, he said it back. He said twice and know I have just counted a third. 

I mumbled against his tongue "I want you" and in the mist of him sucking my bottom lips he begged "Fuck me" and against his neck I growled, "Anything babyboy."

Even in the smudged words we spoke I could understand him perfectly.

I unraveled his delicate body from the clothes that stood as my wall. He slowly, painfully pulled off my shirt and slid down the boxers I had worn almost three days in a row.

I tugged at his thick gray, over sized, sweatpants and threw them to the floor as I engulfed him in yet another kiss. My tongue lapped over his lips and swirled into his mouth, he happily took it and sucked on his eagarily.

In a normal situation, at this point, I would have my partner sucking on my dick, but this isn't a normal situation. This was Wonwoo. He was the salvation I needed for an entire lifetime of shit mistakes. I wouldn't waste this glorious first time with him, by getting his mouth dirty from sucking my shit body. I feel bad enough having him touch me.

Again he read my mind. He released from my body, when our skin was stuck together by sweat, "You're perfect with every inch," he whispered.

I cried, my tears slipping out and onto his dipped nose, he wiped the tears away and kissed my eyes. He calmed me down and grabbed a handful of things. I stood on my knees while he rolled on a clear condom onto my erect member. Once he got it on, he gave it a tug. I moaned out at the feeling and pushed him down so he laid on his back.

I pulled his legs so he was closer to me and spread his thighs. I love his thick, creamy thighs. All I want to do it bite into them and suck all the marks over them. 

I drizzled lube onto his hole and slipped my fingers in. After minutes of prep and endless little whimpers I decided I had enough. 

I kissed him yet again, making sloppy and gross noises, but I didn't care. Not with him.

I rubbed the head of my cock against his hole and he moaned holding onto the back of my legs in hopes of pulling me in. I pushed in, all at once.

He held in the shriek, I could tell by the way his cheeks filled with air and he huffed it out like it was hazardous smoke. I snuggled my face into his neck, biting and sucking away the white color and pushing purple marks into his skin.

I slowly moved, I couldn't bring myself to beat him into the bed, not today at least. I moved slowly, because not all sex is fast. Sure we're needy, but for each other. Not touch, or lust or horny want. All I was is to feel close, to be with him, inside of him. He pushed his head back into the soft pillow as I brushed more of his hair away from that perfect face, I love the heavenly expressions he was giving.

The way I would slowly, barely move against his prostate. Tickling the sensitive nerve until he gripped my shoulders. Just because I wasn't beating him into the bed doesn't mean I was soft. I was using a force that made him feel everything that was happening. 

He put his hand on my chest, ruggedly feeling down my body, slipping because of the sweat that glistened on my tan skin. He trailed his hand to my mountain trail and  to his own member where he pumped it. I pushed my thumb into his slit, moving it up and down.

He cried out in an unbalanced moan. I felt hot liquid cover my thumb, but I couldn't look down. All I could look at was his beautiful face while he orgasm. I strongly, but lovely, thrust hitting the magic stop again so that I felt the warm oozing again.

I Stopped, ready to pull out before he yanked my shoulder and gasped, "Finish yourself, please, cum inside me."

I pulled put and peeled off the condom and reentered slowly once more. I kissed him neediness for him and him alone. More and more of his love overflowed me while I came inside him with a shark inhale of his own breath. 

"I love you," I said shaking,

He looked up at me with that sweet smile,

"Marry me?" he asked.