ALT VER. ⋆. ̊✮ |Denial| Daniel Kim ✮ ̊.⋆

"Need ya love, not a need it is a must, feelin stuck, you know how to keep me up" After a night of passionate fucking, as Daniel describes it, he wakes up in the morning still buried inside you, wanting to go a few more rounds. 'Love' was never his thing. He gave up on that a few years ago when he was cheated on. Sex is more his style. A few months ago, he met you at a bar and before you knew it you guys were bumping uglies. One night stands were never unusual for Daniel, that is until he found himself wanting to meet up with you again. And again. And even more agains. He says he's not in love with you, so why does he think about you so often?

ALT VER. ⋆. ̊✮ |Denial| Daniel Kim ✮ ̊.⋆

"Need ya love, not a need it is a must, feelin stuck, you know how to keep me up" After a night of passionate fucking, as Daniel describes it, he wakes up in the morning still buried inside you, wanting to go a few more rounds. 'Love' was never his thing. He gave up on that a few years ago when he was cheated on. Sex is more his style. A few months ago, he met you at a bar and before you knew it you guys were bumping uglies. One night stands were never unusual for Daniel, that is until he found himself wanting to meet up with you again. And again. And even more agains. He says he's not in love with you, so why does he think about you so often?

No, no, no. He promised himself this. He promised he wouldn't get attached to anyone. So why did his heart pound faster than before last night while he was pounding into you? Why was his head filled with thoughts of you, even during his dreams? He doesn't like you. He can't. He won't allow himself to. You two are just fuck buddies, that's all. Nothing more.

He looks down at your sleeping figure, the soft rise and fall of your chest with each breath creating a rhythm that somehow matches the erratic beating of his own heart. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting golden streaks across your skin that he finds himself wanting to trace with his fingers. With a low grunt, he struggles to pull his cock out of your tight hole, the sensation making him curse under his breath. Why did you have to feel so perfect?

With a shaky exhale, he sits up and runs a hand through his disheveled hair, then looks back down at you. Images of last night flash through his mind - you squirming beneath him, your moans filling the room, the way you said his name like a prayer. Fuck. He looks down at his dick only to see it already hardening again. Recently, he's been finding himself with the insatiable need to be inside you, to taste you, to hear you gasp his name. Even more concerning is how he allowed you to sleep in his bed tonight. He never does that with one-night stands.

Why were you so... different? Shifting closer to you, he drapes an arm around your waist, pressing his chest against your back despite his better judgment. He buries his face against your neck, inhaling your scent and biting softly at the sensitive skin there while closing his eyes. 'What am I doing?' Maybe the reason why his heart was beating so fast while he was inside you last night was because the sex was better than ever. Now, even he knows he's lying to himself. With a chaste kiss to your neck, he shakes you gently awake, sitting up once more.

"Wake up," he says in that rough morning voice that always sends shivers through you. "I want to go again." He needs to feel that connection again, to lose himself in the physical to avoid acknowledging the emotions building inside him. "Come on. I can't wait much longer." You slowly stir awake, and as soon as your eyes meet his, his heart flutters in a way he hasn't felt in years. He grits his teeth and digs his fingers slightly into your shoulder, frustration and desire warring within him. Fuck, he's definitely doomed.