Beautiful hate (Joji x Reader Insert)

Chapter 44- Reader POV *LEMON*

This is my gift for anyone who has stuck around through my shaky editing habits haha
*BAD THEMES AHEAD*
We stayed connected for what felt like hours without a word, the comfortable silence felt right for the moment. Although we were now technically a new couple, it felt like we were meant to be together much earlier.
He used his slim hand to push my chin up to face him, he stared into me with deep, dreamy eyes. I felt myself getting sucked into them.
Right before I could sink further into his abyss he guided my head up to meet his lips. Much like every other kiss we shared, I felt the Disney magic, as fireworks went off in my heart. I could tell he felt them too because he only pulled himself closer and deepened the kiss as if craving the new sensation that our connection had brought. I couldn't lie to myself, I craved it too.
The more I kissed him the more I needed him. What started as an innocent kiss to mark the start of something beautiful turned into a lust hungry battle between two tongues.
Joji swiftly wrapped his hands around my thighs, picking me up with ease. He brought me over to the kitchen counter where he placed me gently, the rough clench he had already started forming light bruises on my inner thigh.
Breaking the kiss, I pulled him in closer, trailing my kisses from his lips, to his cheek, stopping to lightly nibble his ear lobe (loving the delicate groans that invoked), and dragged my tongue down his neck, occasionally stopping to blow a line of cool air where I had previously traveled. Feeling him shiver with every light blow I released only made me want him more. I loved the partial control he allowed me.
I continued down his neck, biting, sucking and overall leaving his throat decorated in deep marks. I pulled back to look him in his pleasured eyes. I flashed my gaze back to the artwork I left for him to hide the next morning, giggling, letting him know I was proud.
"Alright, my turn" He groaned in a low, raspy voice. The sound alone tightened my thighs.
He slipped his hands to the corner of my shirt and swiftly slipped it over my head, revealing my covered breast. Well... covered for about 5 seconds, before Joji unclipped the back of my bra, lightly mumbling a "fastest I've ever done that before...", making me laugh, just the slightest.
Finding himself back in the moment he attached himself to my breast almost as if he were a leech. He swirled his tongue around my bud, whilst keeping his dominate hand on the opposite, pinching, rubbing and filling my head with nothing but thoughts of how much I needed him even more than what I was receiving. What snapped me out of my thoughts was the gentle tug on the zipper of my shorts, followed by the motion of them being tugged from under me.
Before I knew it, a warm muscle was traveling it's way down my body, occasionally stopping to leave a hickey, thus leaving me more impatient by the passing seconds. Finally, it managed to find the sweet spot between my legs. Causing me to throw my head back in a mix of shock and ecstasy. The tongue continued to flick and stir, until I was practically begging for more.
My moans and cries proved to be fruitless, and finally I regained my composure just enough to raise my foot, to detach the handsome man from my lower half. He looked me in the eyes, his face pink from the heat.
"Stand up." I commanded.
He obeyed with ease, standing tall, waiting my next moves. Easily I removed the shirt from his torso, allowing my hands to dance across his smooth chest, drifting then further down until they met the belt of his pants, which was then tossed aside only moments later. I slid his zipper down, agonizingly slow. I kept eye contact with him the whole time, watching his eyes silently begging me to speed up.
I dipped my hand into his pants, retrieving his large member, stroking his slowly as I pulled his from its usual spot next to his leg. My hand slid up and down the shaft as my knees slowly met the floor. My lips perked at the tip of his manhood, and in one quick motion, it found its way to the back of my throat. I never broke eye contact.
My head bobbed up and down as my hand danced below, pleasuring him like no one had before. He gripped my hair and continued to push me further and further.
Just as I felt the weight in my mouth tighten, it was removed from my cavern. He pulled me up to meet his lips, and gave me another passionate kiss, which once again, felt even more magically than the last.
Rougher than prior, he had torn me away from him and flipped me over the counter, my butt high in the air and in perfect position. A sudden grip was felt on my hips and a few soft words were spoken,
"You're okay with this right?" (always get consent kids)
In response I simply pushed myself to meet the tip of his wood. He cautiously slid himself inside me, the length feeling much better than expected. I unintentionally released light whimper. He took the sound of pleasure as a sign to continue. He started off slow, allowing me to get used to the feeling, but then began to slam himself in and out of me, landing harsh slaps to my bottom half as he did so. Without even seeing them, I knew they were going to turn into bruises.
He continued for what felt like an enjoyable eternity. Only encouraged by my moans and screams for him to go harder, to which he complied. Soon my walls began to tighten around him and I gave one final groan of pleasure. My legs shaking from pure pleasure. My womanhood, dripping between my legs. I carefully removed myself from him and placed myself back on my knees to finish him off.
His low, melodic voice sang through the home, grunts, pants, accompanied by his shaky uneven breaths. Quickly, the feeling of his warm seed shot to the back of my mouth, which I happily swallowed. I beamed up at him as he leaned against the counter, sweat dripping from his brow.
With tired, loving eyes he returned the smile, and with a smooth scoop I was back in his arms, bridal style.
"Where's your room, I need a nap".