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“... Are you sure you wanna do this?”
The room around you both is dim, save for the candle on the bedside table. It casts shadows over the crease of Ranboo's brow, the unsure bite of his lip as he hesitates to move forward. The door behind him? Locked. It’s just the two of you now. Just standing there in nervous silence waiting for the other to make a move.
You have to take a deep breath before you speak, make sure the words don’t get caught in your throat. Even then, you’re quiet. “I’m sure.”
The sigh that leaves his lips is ragged and you feel something pool in your stomach at the sound. His fingers card through his hair once, twice, and now he’s faltering as he steps forward, caught between morality and newfound desire.
“I- are you sure ?” and his voice cracks. “We don’t have to. This- all this can stop if you say the-”
“Ranboo,” your voice is breathless. “Really I- I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this. .”
You smile sheepishly at him, pushing a rouge strand of hair behind his ear. Your hand lingers for a moment and you debate pressing the back of your hand into his neck. Maybe just to see how warm he was, to see if he’ll react. Maybe he’d lean into your touch, nuzzle your hand and look at you through those grey eyes, and just know. But no- you pull away. Just like you always do. Just like you always-
“Wait! Wait, just- just…” Ranboo grabs at your hand in mid-air, holding it in the middle of you both. His eyes flick from your hands to you before he swallows dryly. “Please, don’t pull away. I just wanna-”
He doesn’t finish his sentence, and you’re glad for it. His skin is flushed with a blush when he reaches for you, slowly intertwining your fingers with his as he brings them to rest between you two.
You both just stare at each other for a moment then. Just you, him, and the silence of the moonlight.
It was you who had to take the first step. You, who intertwined your other hands, running your thumb up and over his. It was Ranboo who drew you in by the waist and tilted your chin up to meet his. Him, who kissed you like he wouldn’t ever be able to again.
His kisses are slow, passionate at first, breathing you in because after so fucking long he was finally touching you. Finally running his hands up and down your waist, grabbing your hips, kissing you. It didn’t seem real- couldn’t be. But then he felt you. Your lips on his, your hands tugging at his hair, pulling him down, down into the depths of desire. It was all you. Just you.
So many times he’d imagine you in his clothes and think of how good they looked on you. How good they would look strewn across the floor with his own shirt, lost in a moment of feverish passion. So many times he’d imagined you underneath him, breathless and whimpering and always so fucking beautiful that it stole every word away.
So he doesn’t say anything. Just bends down and captures you in a kiss again, hoping that the moment never ends.
A low moan escapes him as he pants against your lips. His hands are restless against your sides, sliding up and down digging and caressing and it was all so confusing but it was great. When you pull away for air he doesn’t give you the chance to breathe, catching your bottom lip between his teeth and dragging you back towards him
“ Fuck ,” he whines when your hands slide under his shirt, tracing his shape. “ Please, ‘lemme- ‘wanna-”
His voice drags on into a needy whimper, feeling himself fall deeper into the hold of whatever spell you cast on him. Ranboo reaches out for you, sliding his hands around your waist, drawing you closer and closer until you’re flush against his chest, panting into his mouth when you separate for air.
This is what he had always wanted. This. Having you close enough to touch, in his bedroom, in his clothes. Being his.
He wasn’t quite sure how you ended up on his bed, but he wasn’t complaining; not when you whimpered like that, not when your hands slid up his front, tracing the dips and valleys of his flushed skin. You were rushing, fueled by desire and the want- no, the need to be closer. You tug at his shirt, begging silently to feel his bare chest against yours.
“ Off. Take it- I want-” You pant into him, dizzy with the feel of his kiss against your lips. Your hands wind themselves into his forest of hair and tug him back to you. “ Please, I-I need you.”
“I know, I know, ” he’s just as breathless. “But, l-let's slow down. I-I wanna do it right.”
Ranboo looked down at you then. Really looked at you, wide grey eyes flickering over your face, taking you in. Your lips were swollen and pupils blown, breath coming out in short gasps for air.
Beautiful wasn’t the word he was looking for anymore. There was no word strong enough, nothing that could describe you right now.
He kissed you slowly again. Nipping and licking his way into your mouth, tasting and savoring the rise and fall of your chest beneath his. Rough fingertips slid up your arm, intertwining themselves with yours, rolling his hips slowly. Testing. Shy. Unsure.
You gasped at the pressure and squirmed, trying to get more. More anything. Ranboo sucked his teeth with a groan, head falling forwards.
“ Please, please, please, ” he almost begs with a gasp. “ Please, ‘wanna taste you .”
It takes you a moment to realize what he’s asking, and when you do you almost go rigid with a mix of excitement and fright. Ranboo pauses above you as he waits for a reaction, brow creasing when you nod hesitantly.
“I- we don’t have too if-”
“No, no. That’s not it, no,” it’s hard to think like this, when he’s so close, barely hanging an inch above you. You have to sit up and he leans back on his knees above you to give you more room as you fumble with your belt. “I’m sorry just- just gimme a minute.”
Ranboo chuckles, carding a hand through his hair. “No, no, you’re fine. Do you-um, need help?
“I think I… got it,” and you freeze as it hits you. Your pants go slack against your hips as you take off your belt and you look up at him from under your lashes.
You can tell he’s nervous too, just by the way his Adam's apple bobs when he stands and extends a hand. Your pants pools around your ankles as you stand, exposing your bloomers. When you look at him, it’s like he’s a different boy. His eyes roam and travel, taking in your corset and every inch of skin you leave exposed.
“ Wow ,” And he has to stop himself from devouring you right then and there, from manhandling you back onto the bed and just taking you. “Can you, um- lay down? Just like, on your back.”
Another hesitant nod. Once you’re settled, he climbs over you, swallowing dryly as he reaches for the shirt.
“M’gonna… m’gonna take it off, okay?” he fumbles but it only takes a few more seconds before he pulls the shirt off, and you suck in an anticipating breath.
You close your eyes, bracing yourself as he lifts it up. It’s almost painful to resist the urge to cover yourself. To keep your hands flat against the bedsheets and just wait.
And then you heard him.
His voice is strangled and broken with desire, halfway between a groan and a whimper. You peek your eyes open.
Awestruck. That’s the only word you could find to describe the look he’s giving you. Hazel eyes run up and down as he swallows dryly like he always did when he’s nervous. His gaze flicks from your eyes to your chest and back again, and you giggle at his failing struggle to be respectful.
“It’s okay to look, y’know,” you laugh softly. “Y-you can touch if you want to, b-but only if you want-”
“ Holy shit, can I?” he basically whines. He licks his lips hungrily. “ Fuck , I- how long have you been hiding this from me?”
Your silence is building, building, and you open your mouth to speak but he doesn’t let you. He always holds your chin when he kisses you and this time is no different, despite the awkward angle, the pressure of his thumb is constant.
Ranboo has always been a playful kisser. He’s rough and soft, sprinkling kisses along the edges of your lips before he dives back into your mouth again. His kisses stray from your mouth down your neck, leaving a trail of tingles behind him. You shiver at the feeling, trying not to let the sounds escape, but he’s insistent, almost deliberately so.
And then he’s moving down, down, down, pressing a kiss to your nipples. It sends a jolt through you and he seems to light up at the surprised squeak you make. This time he pinches and you yelp, glaring at him as a shit-eating grin slides over his face.
“Whaaaat, you sure you didn’t like that?” And he does it again, flicking at the very tip. It’s more like a whine that escapes you, and his voice slips lower as his eyes go half-lidded. “Look a’cha, so pretty. Just for me. ”
“ Ranboo, ” you’re on the verge of begging, writhing beneath his too-soft touch. “Please- please , touch me.”
His eyes widen at the sound of your plea before he adjusts himself above you, reaching down to run a hand along your chest. His tongue comes next- hot and searing and god it’s almost too much; when he uses his hand to pull at the waistband of your bloomers. He tries to tug them off, but you stop him,
“No- no fair,” you tug at his shirt. “You’re not- off. ”
“Ah- okay. Sorry, sorry,” he tugs it off desperately, almost struggling to get off the shirt without choking himself. But then he’s hovering over you again, and this time when he lowers himself you can feel him and he’s so warm. You relish the way his skin feels against yours, smooth and somehow gritty at the same time.
“ S’good, so pretty,” Ranboo slurs each time you whimper for him, pressing his face into your skin, basking in its warmth. He snaps the waistband of your bloomers against your skin. “L-lift your hips, please. Gotta get these off or we’ll never get anything done.”
And so you do, and with it go your underwear, thrown to the same corner where his shirt had fallen. It’s still embarrassing, spreading your legs for him, but the scrambled moan that leaves his lips is worth it.
“Fucking christ, baby ” his voice is breathless, you can feel every pant against you. “ Please. Tell me this is wrong. Tell me- tell me to stop.”
But you can’t bring yourself to do it, not when it’s already so good and he’s barely touched you. “No, please, please . Touch me.”
Ranboo's hesitant at first. He asked for this- he knows, he knows . He just thought it would be the gentlemanly thing to do, it being both of your first times and all. He wanted it to be special and stuff, but he doesn’t really know where to begin.
Maybe you sensed his hesitance, because you sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows as you looked down at him with a look that said well, what are you waiting for?
“ H-hold on, geez,” he chuckles at your glance. “Aren't ya’ gonna let me enjoy the view?”
“Oh my god, Ranboo!” You whisper scold him, and he can hear the embarrassment sleeping through your voice. You try to snap your legs shut, but his arms curl around your thighs, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. “Ranboo-”
You don’t get a chance to finish; not when he licks you like that. It sends a shudder through your entire body. When you look down, he’s there, and his breath is so hot on you when he chuckles at your reaction.
“What the fuck?” Your voice is disbelieving as you gasp for air. “Do- do it again. Now. ”
And then, like the smug little shit he is, he pulls away, arms still curled around your thighs as he smirks up at you. “No. No, I don’t think I will.”
“Oh, you’re fucking evil, you know that?” You groan and try to sit up, but he forces you back down flat. “Let me go or just do it again, you asshole! Lemme go!”
“Why don’t you ask nicely? ”
It’s the curl in his voice that stops your squirming. You can still feel his breath against you, warm and panting and patient as he waits for an answer. You have pride, you do, but you can spare some can’t you? Just… just this once.
You swallow dryly, looking anywhere but his face when you speak. “Ple-please, Ranboo. Please, do it again.”
You have to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes when he chuckles, but then you don’t care because he does do it again and it feels so good. You lean your head back against the cool sheets, relishing the feel of his tongue as he prods and pokes, dipping all over. Each whimper, each groan he makes reverberates against you and sends you spiraling again.
When he finally touches your sweet spot it’s like heaven, and you arch. His arms keep your hips steady, but when you look down at him his face is covered in surprise and a slight flush.
“So thats the spot” He says with a sheepish grin.
“Just- just stop talking,” you groan. “I- we can have this conversation later, just please don’t stop. ”
For a moment it looks like he’ll pull away again. Instead, he shrugs and dives back into devouring you. His palm slides up your thigh, splaying across your stomach to keep you grounded as he continues to lay you open.
Before you know it, your breath is coming quicker and you’re so close and he knows it. You can tell by the way he looks at you, almost as if he’s just as desperate.
“ Please, please,” he begs. “Please, please , come for me. So sweet, so beautiful. C’mon, baby, c’mon- ”
The pleads fall from his tongue one after another, begging for you to come for me. Grabbing at his hair, his hands, his clothes, anything that would bring him closer to you. You were pliant beneath him, and when he touched you just right and you came unwound, cries high and needy. Needy for him. Only him. Only Ranboo. Ranboo.
When time finally caught up to you, his hand was intertwined with yours. His kiss brought you back and melted underneath him. This time he was rougher- teeth clashing, messy, and all-encompassing in every way.
Ranboo collapses on top of you, breathless, pretty pale skin flushed and hair sweaty. He peeked up at you from your chest, a contagious giggle falling from his lips.
“ Wow, ” he pants, giggling. Now that it was over, he seemed nervous, “Um, t-that was my first time, so I’m sorry i-if- uh-”
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, you bastard.”
He laughs into you, and you can feel the smile when he kisses you. Now that he was comfortable, he was teasing, playful. Dipping in and out of you, sprinkling soft kisses along the corners of your mouth before tangling his tongue with yours. He tastes good, you decide, like the sunset on a perfect evening, a wavering candle before a raging flame.
With the little strength in your legs you have left, you pull him flush against you, drinking in the low moan that drips from his lips. Your arms wrap around his neck and suddenly you’ve rolled him onto his back. When you pull away for air it’s you hovering over him this time.
A goofy grin spreads over his face like butter, hands sliding up your hips. “ That was hot.”
You scoff and roll your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling that’s pooling in your gut. It’s power- this is how he must’ve felt when he hovered between your legs, savoring you like a man starved. A wicked grin of your own begins to form, and the glint in his eyes turns to nervousness.
“No, no, don’t give me that look,” he pouts and props himself up on his elbows. “Whatever you’re thinking about, it’s probably not a good idea.”
“Oh, so you don’t want me to suck you off?”
And now he’s frozen, and when you shift just the tiniest bit you can feel him beneath you. Your breath hitches and you glance up at Ranboo, and he looks away shyly. It’s cute, really- you can’t help but tease him just the tiniest bit.
Your hand tilts his chin towards you and guides his lips to meet yours. It’s the way he sighs into you, the way his hands travel up to wrap around your shoulders and push you closer. When you separate you stay together like that, forehead to forehead, just breathing the air.
Grey eyes finally meet yours, obstructed by a veil of curls. “I… I wouldn’t mind, but- but-”
The nervousness in his throat sticks to his words, makes it hard to form a coherent sentence. You silence him again, and when you pull away, your voice is firm, but somehow tender at the same time.
“Is that yes?”
“ Yes, ” his voice is little more than a breathy whine, and that’s an overstatement. “Yes, please touch me. ”
And so you do, shifting down until you’re kneeling over his calves. You reach for the string of his pants and they go slack against his hips and you tug them down to his ankles.
Next go his underwear, tugged down just enough to set him free. He sucks in a breath and you feel yourself throb just looking at it. Your next breath is light, airy, and the tiniest noise escapes you just thinking about all the sinful things you could do.
Your fingertips trace up his thighs, dancing over his stomach, twirling around where he needs you most. And when you finally grasp him he arches, biting down on the crook of his index finger with a broken moan.
“Fuck, fuck, ” he whines, eyes frantic with the need for release as he looks into yours. “Don't- don’t stop, baby, please.”
He’s so beautiful like this, clenching the sheets with that wild look. You can’t help but savor the sound he makes when you squeeze just the right amount and he starts to leak. A sadistic little giggle escapes you as you tut.
“You’re already so worked up; I’ve barely touched you,” Just to show him, you move your hand up and down slowly, relishing the way he hisses. “Awww, such a good boy, aren’t you, Ranboo? You’re my good boy?”
“I’ma good boy, s’good for you ,” he slurs. He whimpers when you pump him again. “Yea, yea. I’ll be good, I’ll be good just, please-” A little hiccup as you squeeze him again.
“Please what?” You ask, your legato strokes coming faster and faster. You can see it in the way he pants, the way he whines that he’s close, so close . I need you. He needs you, doesn’t he?
You’re throbbing at the scene in front of you, the way you wind him high enough to get like this, clinging to the sheets as he moans your name. Curls stick to his face with sweat, chest heaving with each breath, cheeks flushed with the tiniest twinge of embarrassment, drowned out by the desire your hands were fueling.
Ranboo can feel himself building, building, building as you pump him up and down. His voice is hoarse from whimpering for you, fingers stiff from clenching at his bedsheet. You’re so beautiful between his legs. Your hands are practically dripping in his leak and it’s so fucking hot.
“Ranboo, use your words,” you coax, your hand moving faster and faster against him. “Tell me what you want, good boy. Tell me.”
He’s close- so close he can feel himself begin to leak more onto your hand. He tries to speak- he really does, but it’s all happening so fast and I’m coming, please, baby, M’gonna come-
And then there’s nothing.
A sharp gasp falls from his lips when you let go, little pleads of no, no, I was gonna come, please, baby no-
“If you can’t use your words then why should I?” Your voice is sultry, serious. You seem to tower over him like this, the mischievous glint in your eye giving way to full-blown lust. “Tell me what you need, or else you can’t have it.”
He has to take a breath before he continues. The words stick in his throat as he tries to speak, the words garbled sentences. What have you done to him?
“ ‘Wannna- ‘wanna… please, baby. please, ” Ranboo fumbles for the right answer. What does he want? “ I wanna come- come in your mouth. Wanna feel- please, please- ”
Ranboo watches your eyes light up at the request, and that shit-eating grin crosses your face. And he’s scared in the best way.
“Oh, you want my mouth? Is that what my good boy wants?” You mumble, leaning towards the tip of him. Your tongue darts out of your mouth, swiping over the very tip and dio it’s so god that he just can’t help but whimper for you. “What a good boy, all for me.”
And then your tongue is snaking up his shaft and it’s like nothing he’s ever felt before. Grey eyes roll back as he arches and I’m coming- I’m- I-
The final moan that rips through him touches your core as well. A shiver runs up your spine when he splatters all across his own stomach, just the tiniest bit coating the very tip of himself. His eyes meet yours and bravely (honestly, you were shaking) you licked it off and swallowed.
It was a long time before he said anything. He sat there panting, eyes glued to yours, searching and searching. For what you couldn’t be sure.
When he finally sits up, he runs a hand through his hair, chuckling thinly in disbelief. “Where the hell did you learn that?”
“Learn what?” you ask naïvely, and he blanches.
“The- you- what?” he’s in disbelief, gesticulating wildly with his hands as he tries to explain. “The- I’ve never come that hard in my life but- you- how long was that?”
You glanced at the clock on the wall, back to his grey eyes. “Couldn’t have been more than five-sixish minutes?”
Another chuckle in disbelief. Another silence. Both of you were caught in the afterglow together, fingers intertwined. You curled his hair around your fingers, watching it bounce back to his head like a spring.
“Sooooo,” he starts so very nonchalantly. He turns his face towards you, letting two fingers drift up to your neck. “Do you… do you wanna keep going?”
Your eyes widen in surprise. “You- you want to do that? With me?”
He glances away shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. He’s so pretty when he’s embarrassed like this and you can’t help but smile when he stumbles and stutters over his words. “Well, I mean, if you’re down. I- you’re it. Like, you’re it for me. Why… why wouldn’t I want this?”
And then, it’s so easy to kiss him. To lean into his chest, his touch, and lose yourself as he hovers above you. So easy to look into his eyes and say yes.
So when he smirks and kisses you rougher, tells you m’gonna ruin you, you can’t help but feel the tiniest bit of excitement. Because he wanted all of you.