Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter twenty seven (part two)

Even when I found out about him being off limits romantically and sexually, I can't get over him. I search about his condition every night and at this point, I think I know more about demiromantics and demisexuals than him.

I know that there's hope...I just have to work for it for a long time. I need to stick by his side and make him connect to me. I know I can do it. people tell me I look hot and even pretty all the time and I have a great body...great thighs. He'll want me...I just gotta be patient.

Or maybe I'm being stupid and he's gonna break my heart in the end.

I gulp when he turns, his breath directly on my lips. I look at him in the dim night lights which Joon left on cause he was lowkey scared of sleeping alone in an unfamiliar bed. He looks like a Michelangelo statue...and this thought is what tells me that I'm too fucking far gone.

I look at his pink lips, wondering how they would feel like against me. can I get a taste? He seems to be deep in sleep...I take the risk, leaning forward, my heart beating fast like I'm a teenager about to have his first kiss.

I finally press them against his, seeing fireworks go off behind my closed eyelids. It's even softer and better than I imagined. He's as perfect as I always thought...

I nearly jump out of my skin when he starts kissing me back, my eyes shooting wide open to see his closed. He kisses me a little roughly and I decide to let go of my momentary panic. It's what I wanted right?

He grabs my jaw, forcing me to open my mouth. His grip is a little painful but I don't mind. he has really strong arms...maybe he's not aware.

His tongue doesn't let mine move. At this point, I'm just lying breathless and he is devouring my mouth.

He slowly gets on top of me and I panic again. What if Joon wakes up?

And then I feel so happy that he's interested in me...at least sexually.

He leaves me lips, trailing kisses down my neck, biting me a bit harshly. I wince but try to focus on the pleasure of his hands on my sides.

It seems to be going forward so fast but I'll accept what I can get...yes, I'm that desperate.

He raises my shirt up, going to work on my nipples and I lose it, putting a hand on my mouth to keep quiet. I'm usually forced to top but it seems like it's not the case with him...fuck I'm a shitty parent for thinking about that with my kid present in the room.

I slowly breathe through my nose while he bites hard on my nipples, bringing tears to my eyes...even with all this, I'm hard as a rock.

He trails his teeth down my stomach, his hand palming me. I buck my hips, putting my other hand on my mouth as well.

Something seems off but I don't pay attention cause I'm fucking aroused like I've never been before and he hasn't even touched my dick directly...which he finally does, with his hand going under the waistband of my shorts and boxers at the same time.

My torso lifts off the bed when he starts stroking me roughly and fast...it's a little painful and I have half a mind to tell him to stop but I hold back, not wanting to ruin the mood.

It goes on for a few minutes before I embarrassingly come soon in his hands and my underwear...so soon, trembling violently while I'm still holding my mouth.

He comes up while I'm still catching my breath, worriedly looking at joon to see if he's asleep and calm down when I hear him snoring.

I see his face in front of mine, a blank expression on it. should he look like this in a situation like this?