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nunukibebe · 5 years

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Does He? pt 3 (THE END!)

WARNING: Seonghwa pulls out all the stops, m'kay? All the fluff and smut.

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET THIS OUT!! I had to start over three times, so its not exactly what I'd planned, but I ran with what I had. I hope you enjoy!

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You weren't sure what was louder, your hammering heartbeat or the voice inside your head screaming at you to do something as Seonghwa stared down at your, fingers still wrapped around the hand that was held mid-air. Yet you were sure he heard it all, the small smirk that danced on the corners of his lips made it clear that he was fully aware of your inner battle.

And yet, he didn't speak.

It had you pausing even as your hormones were urging you to jump his bones. There was an emotion other than lust shining in his eyes, and there was something inside you waking up the longer you stared at each other, answering the silent call he was putting out.

It also had all your fears rearing their ugly heads up, making you bite your lip and duck your head down, breaking eye contact once again. A moment of silence passed and Seonghwa slowly dropped your wrist, making you squeeze your eyes shut and cringe, expecting the accusations of being a prude and a tease. The words your ex had hurled at you had struck deeper than you'd cared to admit, and even as you fought to keep from tearing up as they echoed in your head, a warm hand on your cheek had you looking up.

He was staring at you, smirk gone as his eyes darted over your face, taking in the watery eyes and lip caught between your teeth. The sound that crept up his throat had your eyes widening, an almost feral growl from low in his chest doing things to your insides that had you flushing and biting your lip for a whole different reason.

"I hope I never see that bastard."

Seonghwa's voice was rough, and your eyes were drawn to the small muscle that was jumping by his jaw. He was pissed, and you had to admit that it was one of the hottest things you'd seen in a long time. Yet he still handled you with care, hands dropping to your hips as he turned you so your back was pressed up against the hallway wall, stepping in close so he could drop his forehead down to yours, eyes shut as he tried to reign himself in.

Blinking at the nearness, your fingers tingled as the need to touch grew. Unable to fight it, not when he looked so… vulnerable, you hesitantly reached up, your hand landing softly on his shoulder. When the man sighed again, hunched shoulders dropping as he relaxed, you slowly reached up with your other hand, sliding your fingers into the short at the nape of his neck, cradling his head as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

Then Seonghwa was opening his eyes, his impossibly long lashes brushing against your skin as he looked at you, leaning back slightly so you both wouldn't go cross-eyed. Gone was the anger at your ex, and in its place was a simmering fire that had your gut twisting as you slowly recognized it for the emotion it was. When you felt the same heat wrapping itself around your heart like a protective cocoon, a question lodged itself in your throat, mouth opening and closing as the words stayed stuck.

You caught the twitch at the corner of his lips before he leaned forward to brush his nose against yours, the tenderness at odds with the almost bruising grip his fingers had on your hips, not that you were complaining. And then you knew that Seonghwa knew what you were wanting to ask, yet he didn't pry. He didn't rush or try to control the situation.

He was leaving it up to you, no matter how he felt.

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you forcefully shoved your fears into a steel box, determined to focus only on the man in front of you and the emotions he was stirring up in you.

" 'Hwa?"

It might have been the fact that you'd decided to break the stillness that had closed around the two of you, or it could have been the fact that you had gently tugged at his hair to tilt his head so you could see his whole face, but Seonghwa's full body twitch had you struggling to keep a laugh from bubbling up, totally at odds with the nervousness that was threatening to take over.

When his eyes shot to yours, you gulped at the intensity of his gaze, but you didn't look away and sudden hope had his eyes widening.

"Kiss me?"

The whispered question dripped from your lips, creating a ripple in the fabric of your reality that shook you to the very core. And when Seonghwa hesitated, eyes darting down to your lips as you captured your bottom one between your teeth in nervousness, there was no doubt in your mind that you had been a fool for not seeing what was right in front of your eyes.

"Are you sure?"

Unable to help the small smile that crossed your lips, your trailed the hand that had been on his shoulder down his back, fingers feeling every dip and curve of his spine.

"Show me what I've been missing."

It was as if a switch had been flipped at your words, and Seonghwa let out a sound like that of a man finally getting what he wanted most, his lips crashing onto yours as he splayed a large hand on the small of your back, pulling your lower body towards his. Melting into the kiss, you let your body say what your brain couldn't seem to.

When Seonghwa trailed his tongue along the seam of your closed lips, there was no hesitation in you as you opened up to him, an active participant in the age-old battle for dominance between lovers. Hands roamed, your own not stopping as you tried to touch every inch of exposed skin, quietly enjoying the small hitches in his breathing as your fingers danced over his ribs.

He took great pleasure in making you moan as he tilted your head back, a hand snaking into your hair to gently pull at it, his other sliding under your shirt, thumb brushing against the underside of a breast before he slid his hand towards your back.

Lungs starting to protest at the lack of air, you started to pull back, unable to help the sharp nip at his kiss-swollen lower lip as you parted from him, you stifled a laugh at the shock in his eyes before heat blazed in them, his eyebrow raising as his tongue darted out to ease the stinging. Shrugging at the silent question, you caught the chuckle before he fused his lips with yours once more, the passion he'd been holding back coming out full force as he pressed his hips to yours, swallowing the gasp as his denim covered erection pressed into you.

Hands on your ass was the only warning you had before Seonghwa lifted you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his hips, bringing your pussy in direct contact with his cock, eyes wide as the heat of his seeped through the layers of clothing separating you. Feeling the sudden need to even the odds, Seonghwa's bared chest doing funny things to you, you slipped an arm from around his neck to lift your top up and over your head, shaking your hair free as the cool air had goosebumps covering your skin.

Grinning and rolling your eyes as Seonghwa stared at your covered breasts, the rapid ride and fall of your chest causing them to brush against him with each inhale, you put a finger under his chin, lifting his head so he was looking at you, lungs caving inward as you finally saw the adoration he'd kept hidden for who knows how long. Fighting back tears at the long forgotten feeling, you dipped your head and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then the tip of his nose before finishing with a soft kiss to his lips, mouths sliding against each other unhurriedly.

And then Seonghwa was trailing featherlight kisses across your jaw and down your neck, his hands keeping you upright as your head fell back against the wall as he chose a spot on your neck and sank his teeth in, tongue laving at the spot to ease the sting and you knew that it would leave a mark. And you also somehow knew that by the time the sun rose, you'd have a few more marks on your body.

Surprised at how your body reacted to the thought of Seonghwa leaving his handiwork on your skin, you dug your nails into the skin of his back, the need to mark him in turn rising like fire in your blood. You wanted him to know that he was yours and you were his.

"Take me to the bedroom."

You whispered the words in his ear, a slight groan rattling his chest as your lips brushed against his ear, and you smirked at the turnabout.

In a surprising show of strength, Seonghwa kept you wrapped around him as he walked down the hallway, sliding into the doorway you motioned as yours, and the next thing you knew you were tumbling onto the bed, a laugh escaping the both of you as your hundreds of pillows collapsed on top of you. Instead of commenting on it, Seonghwa simply grabbed one and shoved it under your head, propping himself up with his elbow, face over yours as he trailed a long finger down your face, down your neck and between your breasts, his eyes following the tip of his finger as he ran it down to your bellybutton, smiling when you shifted against the comforter, giggling at the ticklish feel.

"Does he ever make you feel beautiful?"

Grabbing his chin, you pressed a firm kiss to his lips, mumbling a no as he slid his hand around your waist, somehow sliding his body on top of yours, centers once again as the kiss turned heated, tongues entwining as your breaths combined.

No, your ex had never made you feel as beautiful as you felt right now, body unashamedly bared to his gaze. Seonghwa had a way of looking at you as though you were a priceless painting made for his eyes only.

When his fingers paused at the clasp of your bra, you hummed your answer against his lips, and a gasp escaped as he deftly undid it, the man lifting his head to stare as he uncovered your breasts. Sliding the material from your shoulders, Seonghwa pressed his lips against the indents the straps left on your shoulders, the small act bringing tears to your eyes as you felt the tenderness you'd never experienced with anyone else.

Then his mouth was hot against a stiff nipple and you couldn't help the cry that escaped at the sensation of his lips closing around it, suckling it into his mouth. Back arching as if wanting him to take more, his other hand slid to the other boob, thumb rubbing torturous circles around the peak.

And then his teeth clamped gently down on the nub in his mouth, and his name left your mouth in a breathless gasp.

"He never had you calling his name out, did he?"

Any words you wanted to utter slid from your memory as he slid his hand down your belly, undoing the button of your jeans and sliding them off your legs with ease, his eyes darker than the blackest oil, nothing but passion in their depths.

"Let's see if I can make you call my name again."

The challenge was whispered against your skin, and you knew without a doubt that his name was the only thing you would be able to manage the second his fingers slid into the short curls covering your innermost part, your wetness clinging to the hairs a testament to how ready you were for him.

Then all you could focus on was the feel of his fingers sliding against your clit, varying in pressure until you sucked in a breath, a sharp shock of pleasure sending molten lava coursing through your veins. Seonghwa muttered encouraging words as he trailed sharp nips and kisses up your chest before capturing your lips with his as he focused all his attention on the nub that was making your body sing.

Hips bucking against his hand, your eyes flew open as a finger slowly slid in, and Seonghwa's hooded eyes and proud smile were the first thing you saw, his hand setting a slow pace that had you gripping the sheets under you, a second finger making you gasp and toss your head. The little ball of lightening in your belly coiled and wound tighter, and when he pressed his palm against your clit with his fingers never stopping, you moaned, a hand shooting out to clamp down on his free wrists.

"He never had you writhing like this, did he?"

Shaking your head, you gasped as he curled his fingers, brushing up against something that had your hips stuttering and your breath catching.

"No, if he had he wouldn't have even thought of anyone else. You're so beautiful like this."

The words were muffled as you gasped for breath as he worked his fingers inside you, your nails digging into his arm as you held on, your body starting to fall apart at the nerve endings until his name was a mantra falling from your lips, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your back arched, the whole world imploding around you as your orgasm ripped through you.

Even through your pleasure, you reached for Seonghwa, needing something that you couldn't articulate. And once again he proved that he could read your mind as he slid his body over yours, somehow having shucked his jeans without you noticing. You could feel him pulsing against your core, your legs opening to let him settle in the cradle of your hips.

"Tell me something he never did, baby."

The words were hot against your neck, your arms wrapping around his as you turned your head, pressing fever hot kisses against his skin as he reached between you, a hand in his length rubbing his head against you, spreading your slick around, a groan falling from his lips as you mimicked his earlier actions and sinking your teeth into the muscle between shoulder and neck.

"He never loved me like you do."

The confession slipped from your lips as he slid in, settling himself in to the hilt in one breathless move, the sensation of him finally in you leaving you shuddering as a wave of mini-orgasms had your thighs quivering and Seonghwa burying his face in your neck as he muttered your name between praises and curses.

Bodies undulating together, hands never stopping as you each mapped each others dips and curves, breathing in and exhaling the same breath, it was a night that you knew would be forever etched in your memory. You'd never experienced love making, and it had tears forming in your eyes as Seonghwa uttered nothing but your name, his hips pinning you down to the mattress with each thrust.

Time lost all meaning as he brought to the edge over and over again, making you feel nothing but him. Sweat dripped from your bodies as his hips started to stutter and when he pressed his forehead to yours, hands smoothing your hair back, he asked you to open your eyes.

"I need to see you."

His hoarse words came straight from his soul, and you forced your eyes open, locking onto his as his breath came in harsh pants, echoing your own labored breath.

And then he was coming, each pulse punctuated by a sharp thrust, a groan falling from his lips as he kept eye contact with you, drawing another orgasm from your exhausted body even as your souls soared to shared heights. His release was warm in your core as he collapsed onto you, arms doing the best they could to keep most of his weight off you.

Not that you cared, you welcomed it, using it to ground yourself as you clawed your way back to reality.

When you finally came too, Seonghwa was resting his head on your chest, eyes shut as he fought to control his labored breathing, legs tangled fron where he'd barely managed to slid out of you.

"There's something else he never did."

You muttered quietly, a tired smile crossing your lips, and Seonghwa simply hummed in reply, turning tired but bright eyes up to yours.

"He never let me love him like I love you."

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nunukibebe · 5 years

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Birthday Wish FIN

WARNING: Seonghwa AND Yeosang, folks. At once.

(Sorry if this is spacey, I wrote it whilst at work oops lol)

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You weren't sure how you made it through the rest of the party without spontaneously combusting, phantom touches on your thighs and neck plaguing you until you wanted to hurl yourself back into the pool. But somehow you made it, and by the time you were helping a very giggly and very drunk Wooyoung to his bed, part of you almost believed that the 'incident' in the bathroom hadn't actually happened. Neither Seonghwa or Yeosang had acted any differently around you or each other, no passing glances or knowing looks…

Softly shutting the door to the bedroom Wooyoung and San shared, you made your way back to the living room where a tipsy and harried looking Hongjoong was picking up the last of the plates. Mingi was passed out on the couch, already drooling. Grabbing a blanket from the basket by the couch, you draped it over your lanky friend, catching the fond yet slightly exasperated look the eldest threw the redhead as he passed by.

"Seonghwa was looking for you, he's in the backyard." The slightly shorter man muttered in passing, tilting his head in the direction of the sliding glass doors. Sending him a nod in thanks, you shuffled through the door, shivering slightly as a gust of chilly night air hit your skin, and after letting your eyes adjust to the dark, you caught sight of your boyfriend sitting on the bench under the one tree in the yard.

Crossing the grassy yard, you sunk down on the wooden slats next to Seonghwa, who lifted an arm and tucked in close to his side without looking away from where he was staring beyond the tree branches. Sighing as you snuggled up to him, his heartbeat steady and sure under your head, you looked up at the night sky, revelling in the silence after the last few hours of excited yelling and raucous laughter that usually accompanied any gathering with your friends. As you gazed up at the stars, you felt Seonghwa press a kiss to the top of your head, his free hand finding one of yours and interlocking your fingers with his.

"Are you tired?"

His quiet question broke the stillness and you shifted so you could look at him, his dark eyes unreadable in the dark, and you shrugged in reply.

"Not really. I snuck a RedBull between San's crack version of Shoots n' Ladders and Yunho's dance-a-thon." You admitted, grinning at the snort that escaped your boyfriend at your choice of descriptions. "Why, are you?" You asked in turn, raising an eyebrow you knew he couldn't see in the dark.

"No, I slept a little better than you did."

"That's because you're a cover thief and now you know why we have two blankets on my bed." You huffed, pulling away in fake indignation, Seonghwa's strong arm pulling you back to him easily. Not that you were actually trying to get away, but the quiet laughter that spilled from your lover's lips had you grinning.

Settling back into his side, the smile not leaving your lips as the quiet wrapped around you two once more, you soaked up the opportunity to relax with Seonghwa. He was usually surrounded by his group members, not that you really minded seeing as they were your friends too, but the times you got alone with him were few and far between, so you cherished moments like these. Vaguely acknowledging Hongjoong's goodnight call when he stuck his head out, you rolled your eyes at his reminder to not do anything he wouldn't as Seonghwa's chest rumbled with laughter under your ear.

Sitting there, staring up at the stars, wrapped in Seonghwa's embrace, you lost track of time, lost in your head, thinking of everything and nothing at once. A small jostle of your shoulder had your mind crashing back to the present, and you had to ask Seonghwa to repeat his question. He did, not bothering to hide the amusement he felt at your space cadet moment.

"Are you ready for bed?"

Shrugging a shoulder, now fully relaxed and feeling slightly lethargic, you accepted the hand he held out to you, not needing the help to get up but wanting to hold his hand as you both slowly walked back to the house.

Smothering a giggle at the comical way Seongwha opened the door for you, you slipped back in, taking care to not wake the sleeping boy sprawled out on the couch, his snores the only sound in the house. Tiptoeing down the hallway, you playfully slapped Seonghwa's hands away from your ass as he followed you, stopping in front of the closed bedroom door only when his fingers once again found themselves wrapped around your wrist, bringing the afternoon's adventure back to the front of your mind.

Raising an eyebrow in a question, you turned to face your boyfriend, heart skipping a beat as you saw what you'd caught glimpses of earlier but had dismissed as a trick of the light or a passing shadow. Pure sexual desire had his dark eyes practically aglow in the dimly lit hallway, and you fought hard to swallow against the sudden lump in your throat.

"Do you remember that one scene from that book we read together while I was on tour a few months ago?"

His question was an instant memory trigger and you mentally cursed your choice of underwear as the fabric immediately damped as you recalled with crystal clarity what he was referring to.

Nodding, you saw the small smirk cross his lips before he tipped his head towards you, capturing your own in a kiss that threatened to rob you of your breath and senses. When he pulled away, you sucked in a breath only for it to get caught in your throat when you opened your eyes, instantly locking onto the black silk tie that he held up.

Then, after a quick look to make sure you were ok, he tied the tie around your head, effectively cutting of your sight.

"Safe word?"

The question was whispered against your neck, the resulting shivers it sent down your spine halting your answer momentarily.

"Alabama." You managed to get out between breaths, his quiet praise not lost to you even as you heard the sound of the door opening.

A firm hand at the small of your back had you stepping forward, trusting your boyfriend to not let you crash into the door jam as you walked into the bedroom you shared with him. It felt like forever but in reality was only a few steps before Seonghwa gently grabbed your shoulder to stop you.

And then he was sliding his hands under the hoodie you'd stolen from his suitcase, and he was chuckling at the sudden goosebumps that erupted as he slowly lifted it up and over your head.

"You didn't think this afternoon would be the end of it, did you?"

Sucking in a breath as his words hit your ears, you were suddenly aware of another presence, the lack of eyesight somehow heightening the other senses, and your mouth went dry at the low rumble of a chuckle that was uniquely Yeosang's.

"You're evil." You whispered as you felt Seonghwa's breath ghost your neck as he slid a hand up your back, fingers deflty undoing your bra once again, and a huff of hot breath followed by a quick kiss to your collarbone was the only answer you got.

In almost no time at all, Seonghwa had stripped you of your outer layer and bra till you stood in nothing but a pair of panties and the silk tie across your eyes.

Fingers, you didn't know whose, landed lightly on your shoulder, dancing down your arm, sweeping across the soft skin of your inner arm before grasping your palm. Confused for a split second, the question that was on the tip of your tongue was answered when two hands circled your hips, sliding under the thin fabric that kept your mound covered. Slowly, the hands slid down your legs, a trail of fire in their wake as one of the two men in the room helped you keep your balance while the other stripped you of your last remaining cover.

Rustling of fabric was the only warning you had before you were pulled by the hand that had kept you upright while being divested of your panties, and a wave of uncertainty rushed through you.

"'Hwa?" You whispered nervously, pausing mid-step, and the hand that had held yours let you go as someone stepped up behind you. Hand blindly grasping at the air, you couldn't help the sigh that left you as his arms wrapped around you, grabbing your hand and putting it on his chest so you could feel his heartbeat.

"You okay?" He asked lowly, holding you tight against him, and you knew that all you had to do was shake your head once and he would wrap everything up without question. Yet, the part of you that wasn't scared of the unknown was dying to see what he had up his sleeve with Yeosang, and you let the two parts of you war inside you before coming to a decision.

"You remember my hard no list, right?" You asked quietly, smacking Seonghwa's chest when he snorted, his arms squeezing you hard before he released you, whispering an affirmative answer in your ear before stepping back, lightly holding your hand as he placed it back in Yeosang's slightly rougher palm.

Feeling the hesitation rolling of Yeosang in waves, you sent a reassuring smile in what you hoped was his direction. When the hand holding yours gave a small squeeze in turn, you knew he'd seen it, and you let him lead you once again.

Not five minutes later you were upon the bed, headphones pouring music into your ears as each boy tied your hand to a bedpost. Seonghwa, fully informed on what you were and weren't ok with, knew not to tie your feet and instead dipped down to press a featherlight kiss to the inside of your thigh by your knee. You knew it was him simply by the brush of silky hair across your skin, just like you knew it was Yeosang tracing the swirling tattoo on the inside of your bicep by the guitar calluses on the tips of his fingers.

Then, nothing.

No touches, no wandering hands, not even a whisper of air. Biting your lip to keep from making a sound, the warning Seonghwa had uttered in your ear to keep quiet as he secured his knot echoing in your head as the music swelled before settling to a slow tempo.

And all at once they were back, tracing every dip and curve of your body till you didn't know whose hands belonged to whom, the music doing nothing but keep you inside your head as their touches turned teasing. A flick to a hardened nub perched on a heaving breast that had you swallowing a gasp followed by the swipe of a tongue just below where your thighs met, fingers sliding through your folds as hands cupped your breasts.

Between the music and the flurry of hands as they stroked the fire in you so it burned hotter and hotter, you missed the dip in the mattress as someone settled between your legs, gentle fingers caressing the skin as a tongue darted out to lap at the wetness pooling at your core. A sharp nip at the underside of your breast had you sucking in a sharp breath that quickly turned into a moan as a finger teased your entrance. The moan echoed in your head as the finger slid lower, and your eyes flew open when it brushed up against your second entrance, seeing nothing but the blackness of the tie.

Suddenly the author whose scene Seonghwa had taken and made his own came unbidden to your mind, their ridiculous description of the place currently being touched and prepped on the tip of your tongue. There was no helping the smothered chuckle that escaped you, even as the laughter turned into a sigh as the finger prodded the entrance, using your own natural lubrication to ease the slight pain. It wasn't the first time you'd done anything anal, but it had been awhile, Seonghwa preferring to bury his cock as deep as he could in your pussy after being away.

A hot, wet mouth attaching itself to a nipple had your mind reeling as your body practically thrummed with pleasure at the hands of two very sexual men. Between the man laving and sucking and nipping at your chest, taking turns so each breasts got attention and the man currently a finger deep in both your orifices, it was hard to keep the orgasm at bay, your back arching as sparks of electricity went off in your every vein, arms tugging uselessly at their ties as you shook. Before you had time to come down from the mini orgasm, a second finger was added to each entrance, the long fingers plunging in just as you caught your breath, mind soaring as the music swelled and dipped, carrying your conscious with it.

Hands at your hips brought you back from your little death, and a naked body was sliding itself underneath you, the hard expanse of chest supporting you as your hands fell to your sides. Someone had set you free while you sailed the galaxies behind your eyes. The body between your still quivering thighs stroked a warm hand up and down your leg, the other still strumming your nerves, thumb paying attention to your aching clit.

Body responding before your mind could catch up, seemingly already knowing this dance backwards and forwards, your hips tilted as something larger prodded your back entrance, your dripping juices aiding the cock that slowly slid in, pausing at every gasp that left your lips till it was seated in your bowels to the hilt. Four hands swept up and down your sweaty body, each pass of a palm sending your nerves dancing, soothing you as you fought to catch your breath, growing used to the feeling of a dick in your ass once more.

Just as you caught your breath, another cock was settled against your core, and you suddenly knew who was who, your sluggish mind slow to connect the dots. The man who was the only one allowed to burying himself in your cunt paused, no doubt waiting to see if you were going to utter the safe word, but your continued silence, as much as panting moans and groans could be silent, was enough to have him easing himself in, moving slowly as the feeling of being stuffed almost beyond capacity had you grunting slightly.

The hands at your hips slid upwards to your waist, holding you steady as the hips under your ass gyrated slightly, sending dark and sensual zings of lightning across your blindfolded eyes.

As soon as the second cock was fully seated in you, everyone stilled, no doubt soaking in the sensuality of the moment, as well as letting you get as used to the new sensations as you could before they couldn't control their hips anymore.

Sweat-slicked bodies writhed and pushed against each other as the three struggled to set a steady rhythm that worked for everyone, but nature soon took hold and it wasn't long before you were holding on to whoever your hands reached first as mind blowing orgasm after orgasm swept through your body, lips finding yours to muffle the cries as your belly rippled uncontrollably. Hot pants at the back of your neck were mirrored by the ones brushing the top of your head and the fingers at your waist were no doubt going to leave bruises as he bucked up into you even as the hips between your thighs pinned you down over and over and over again. Your nails raked down the back of the man at your front, the continuous brutal pleasure sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your limbs started to shake uncontrollably.

Still their hips kept moving and a keening whine rose in your throat before a hard jab from the cock in your pink hole had it dying and turning into a gasp. The rhythm got sloppier and sloppier as both men sought out their end with your body, your mind reeling as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you, leaving no room for breathing as you panted.

The hips under you started to stutter, fingers digging into your soft flesh as warmth started to spread in your gut, a final thrust till he stilled, dick still hard and pulsing in you as the man on top started to shake. A forehead rested against yours, hot breath puffing across your cheek till his hips started to jerk, and you instinctively knew he was close, having danced this particular dance many times before.

The sheer thought of two men emptying themselves in you was enough to send your mind to the Milky Way, and the clench of your walls around his cock was enough to have him reaching his release, spilling himself inside as your walls milked him.

Grunting as his heavy body collapsed onto you, you slid off the man under you, curling in on yourself as you body shook with aftershocks, the multitude of mind-collapsing orgasms leaving you weak. Whimpering slightly as they both slid out, your hand shot out blindly, needing a body to help you stay grounded.

Familiar fingers found yours and an arm was slid under your shoulders, pulling you to a warm and solid chest as another set of hands gently took out the headphones, the sudden lack of music helping you to return to the present. Then the blindfold was removed, and you blinked blearily, meeting Seonghwa's eyes that were alight with pure male pride.

Mind sluggish, you looked around for the other man, you found him stepping into his boxers, sweaty hair plastered to his forehead.

"Stay." You muttered, glancing up at your boyfriend for approval, which he gave without hesitation. Curling into Seonghwa, you caught the slight raised eyebrow Yeosang threw at his brother, and then he was crawling into the space behind you, pulling a blanket up over your shivering body. Reaching behind you, you grabbed his arm and pulled it to wrap around your waist, giving Yeosang no choice but to curl around your back even as you curled deeper into Seonghwa's side.

Eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion started to creep in, it didn't keep your lips from quirking up into a smile as Seonghwa muttered a sentence, a hand smoothing the top of your head over and over, like he were petting a kitten.

"That was one heck of a birthday wish, babe."

And then, Yeosang spoke, making you and Seonghwa snort in laughter.

"We need a shower, we stink."

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Welp. There ya have it.

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nunukibebe · 5 years

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✨ - MASTERLIST

ATEEZ LINKS

One-Shots:

WooSan Eats - here

5:25am/Yunho- here

Devil's Hour w/ San (RATED R) - here

His Hidden Talent w/ Yeosang (RATED R) - here

New!

Forget-Me-Not w/Hongjoong - here

Series:(all rated r unless noted otherwise)

Does He? w/ Seonghwa - 1 / 2 / 3

Birthday Wish w/ Yeosang & Seonghwa - 1 / 2 / 3

The Bet w/ Yeosang & Mingi - 1 / 2

MONSTA X LINKS

One-Shots:

Solid w/ Jooheon - here

Series:

Someone's Someone:

Hyungwon: 1 / 2?

#christeewrites #masterlist

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nunukibebe · 5 years

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Solid

WARNING: swear words and alcoholic beverages, oh my!

Jooheon/Reader

Yes! My first Monsta X story... Thing. (Idk what you call these). I love them as much as I love Ateez, so I had to share this with y'all. Just something cute and fluffy while I'm sicker than a dog and hacking up a lung.

For @one-hunnit

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8:57 PM: "Joojoo, can I crash at your place tonight pls?"

9:22 PM: " yaeh ill be in l8tr"

9:30 PM: "Same code?"

10:12 PM: "duh."

10:15 PM: "Brat."

10:48 PM: "loser."

SIX HOURS LATER

Staring in silence as your friend stumbled into his apartment, not bothering to hide the huge yawn that split his face in two, you held a hand to your mouth to keep from laughing out loud as he dropped his duffel bag on the floor. Shoulders drooping as he let out a sigh, he sagged slightly before shaking his head and straightening up.

Not for the first time, you could see the circles under his eyes and the pinched look to his mouth that he hid well. Hand resting on your upturned knee, TV remote dangling from your fingers, the show you'd been watching paused the second you'd heard the locks beeping open, your eyes followed his figure as he kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket. As he slipped on the ridiculously orange slippers he loved, you tilted your head, waiting for him to realize you were there.

You'd been expecting him to be late, but 4 am had rolled around with no sign of him, so you'd gotten comfy on the couch, sneaking in a chance to burrow in his hoodie, the item already large on him, it swamped you. It was a much needed security blanket at the moment, and you snuggled deeper into it as you fought a grin when a stumble from your friend had him finally coming back to reality. The second his eyes landed on you, he lept backwards as a scream of fright left his lips, a leg in the air as he faked a kick.

Unable to help the snort of laughter that escaped, you waved a sleeve covered hand at him as he waved his hands in front of him like the ninja he most definitely was not. Cheeks twitching slightly as you tried to keep your laughter in check, you couldn't help the teasing tone from your voice when you spoke.

"You forgot I was gonna be here, didn't you?"

"Jesus FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!" Jooheon panted, a large hand clutching his chest, fingers digging for his heart as his other arm supported his weight from where he leaned on the arm chair, knees still recovering from the scare.

"I'll take that as a big, fat no." You snickered, batting away the glare your friend sent your way, blue hair falling messily in front of his eyes, which were dull with exhaustion.

When he finally decided to just collapse into the armchair, you wrapped your arms around your knee, other leg crossed underneath you and the blanket you'd dragged from Jooheon's bedroom. His eyes latching onto the familiar black hoodie, a tired eyebrow was raised and you shrugged, taking the opportunity to flap your sweater-paws at him. His snort of amusement used his whole body, and you flipped him your middle finger, sinking back into the couch cushions as Jooheon sighed again.

"I am sorry I forgot though." Jooheon apologized, a hand brushing through his hair tiredly before he brought both hands down his face. "We had to get a dance practice video out." He explained and you shrugged again, cutting him off when he tried to apologize more, ever the kind hearted person.

"It's ok." You assured him with a small smile. "I knew what I signed up for when I became the best-friend of an Idol."

"Best-friend? You sure about that?"

Ignoring the muttered comment you caught coming from your friends mouth, you decided to be the more mature one and settled for sticking your tongue out, kicking the blanket off as you stood up. Legs instantly breaking out into goosebumps as the fall weather gave the air a crisp bite to it, you shivered and padded barefoot to his kitchen, calling out over your shoulder as you went.

"Need a drink?"

"Yes please!"

Rolling your eyes at the vehement reply, your hand switched direction mid course, fingers grabbing a beer can instead of a bottle of water, instinctively knowing that it was what he was wanting. Pausing as you straightened up from the fridge, you glanced at the beer in hand and then back to the five that remained before grabbing one for yourself.

After the week you'd had, a beer at 4 am with Jooheon was just what you needed.

"Hands up." You called as you walked back towards the living room, and when a hand appeared over the back of the arm chair, you didn't hesitate, tossing one of the beer cans without a second glance.

The snap, hiss and crack of the beer can opening was enough to let you know he'd caught it and you sniggered under your breath as you sank back down on the couch, drawing the blanket back over your legs. Opening your own beer, you took your first swallow of the strong beverage, wincing as the aftertaste hit your tongue, exaggerating your expression on purpose.

At that Jooheon had to laugh, his first belly laugh since he'd stepped into his apartment and you felt a spark of joy light up inside you as your friend perked up a little. You knew his job was draining, even though he loved it, so when he actually made the effort to carve out time to see you, you tried to be like a human battery, transferring your energy to him via stupid jokes and silliness. And in some way, he repaid you by being a solid presence when your foundations felt weak.

And they definitely felt weak tonight. Work had been brutal, co-workers had been bitchy and people you'd thought were friends had turned out to be backstabbers. You needed the solidity he offered.

"Yah, why the frown?" Jooheon called softly, breaking the small moment of silence. Shaking your head, bringing yourself out of the brief trip down unpleasant memory lane, you forced a smile on your face as you looked up from where you'd been staring at the beer can. Fingertips fiddling with the tab, you caught the concerned dip of his eyebrows.

"It's been a rough week is all." You really didn't want to talk about it, and Jooheon knew it. He could tell by the way your shoulders tightened and how your knuckles went white as your grip on the can tightened. So he shrugged it off and decided to wait until you brought it up.

"Well, I'm going to take my beer to the bathroom and take a quick shower." He announced instead, groaning slightly as he picked himself up off the armchair, plush mouth pulling taut as his muscled pulled, and you frowned again, this time in worry over your friend.

"4 am shower beer?" You questioned with a snort as Jooheon smirked at you, raising his beer in a silent cheer, to which you raised yours in return, calling out after him. "Classy!"

Smiling as you took a sip from your drink, Jooheon's laughter echoed down the hallway before the sound of his bedroom door shutting ended it and you sunk deeper into the cushions, pulling your knees up as your free hand brought the blanket up around you, eyes staring blankly at the space between you and the TV. Mind rehashing the previous week, flashes of arguments flashing across your memory relentlessly, the phantom pain of being backstabbed was ever present and it demanded to be felt.

And that was how Jooheon found you, staring at the still paused TV screen, fingers sliding around the rim of the beer can, the small muscle in your jaw jumping as your mind raced behind your eyes, and not for the first time he found himself entranced as your face reflected your thoughts. Knowing of no other way to help you other than to distract you, he leapt over the back of the couch and settled himself on the cushions, damp head resting in your lap.

"Pet me." He whined with a pout, tone firm as though he wouldn't take no for an answer, and when you raised an eyebrow at him, he poked a finger into his dimple and you slapped a hand over his mouth before he could pull out the baby voice. "Mmph!" His voice muffled, you snickered as you knew he'd just cursed at you.

"You're such a child." You muttered under your breath, not bothering to hide the smile as your fingers complied with his request, burying themselves into his hair, fingernails lightly scratching at his scalp. Your friend simply stuck his tongue out at you before turning his attention to whatever show you'd been watching, now long forgotten.

As Jooheon started to visibly relax, you could see his eyes start to droop as you ran your fingers through his hair, eyes stuck on watching the blue strands brush over your skin. If Jooheon was a cat, you were pretty sure he'd be purring right about now, and you stifled the chuckle that rose in your throat with a swig of beer. For as long as you'd known Jooheon, he'd always needed to have some form attention at all times, and while at first it had annoyed you down to your last nerve, it had grown on you.

So much so that it wasn't at all uncommon to see him lounging just like he was now whenever you were at his apartment. Or whenever you were simply around. If he met you for coffee, he'd drag you to the most private part he could find and sweep you up in a bone crushing hug before draping himself across your shoulders. Smiling to yourself as you remembered how you used to hate his bear hugs, you had to admit that you loved them now. No day was fully complete without a hug from Jooheon.

Blinking in surprise at the sudden thought, you couldn't help but recall all the times you'd fight against the hug and Jooheon would just hold on, that damn smirk playing on his lips. Of course, you always ended up leaning into the hug, grumbling and muttering under your breath as Jooheon laughed, squeezing you tighter, arms stuck to your sides so you couldn't swat at him.

Stuck in the memory, a pleasant one for a change, you let it play on, the familiar bubble of some unnamed emotion that always grew in your chest when you were around Jooheon spreading a giddy warmth through your body.

Of course, as soon as Jooheon did let you, you were right there with a solid punch to the shoulder, grumbling under your breath when it always seemed to hurt you more than it hurt him. And Jooheon always reacted, pretending it hurt even though you knew it didn't. The scene was vivid in your mind, it occured so often that it was like watching a movie that only you could see.

So when the memory of Jooheon smirking at you, that puckish glint in his eyes as he uttered the one line he always said after he'd annoyed you, the one you'd never really payed attention to because you were so busy being frustrated with him, came up in your mind, it was crystal clear and you finally heard the words.

"You know you love me."

Feeling those words like a punch to the tit, your chest felt like it caved inwards as they echoed in your ears and you swore your heart stopped beating for a minute. Closing your eyes as you sucked in a breath through lungs that didn't seem to be working, you pressed a hand to your chest, surprised at the rapid beat as literal lights went off in your heads, points finally connecting in a heart shaped pattern.

A soft sigh broke the silence that had engulfed the two of you, and unable to help it, you looked down and swallowed, hard. Jooheon was staring up at you, the flashing TV light throwing odd shadows dancing across his face, and a little voice inside your head, sounding more and more familiar, remarked that you'd never seen him look so handsome.

"You would suck so bad at poker." His words were soft, affectionate even.

Sitting rigid as though your spine had turned into a rod of steel, you couldn't bring yourself to look away as ,slowly, the emotions crossing his face started to make sense.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Brain tripping over your tongue, you forced your vocal cords to work, hating that all you could manage was a whisper.

And then Jooheon smirked as he reached out to tug on one of the hoodie strings, eyes roaming across your face like he was reading his favorite book.

"Watching you think is more entertaining than television. Every thought you have plays across your face when you get lost in your head. It's like you have your own little language in facial expressions."

Words dying on the tip of your tongue, you watched, frozen, as he reached up to trail the back of his fingers down your cheek, his touch leaving a blazing trail his eyes followed. You knew Jooheon well enough to know that he wasn't done speaking, and you were proved right, a little burst of pride in your gut, when he spoke again.

"I'm glad you finally figured it out." He muttered, eyes hooded as he looked back up to your eyes, still keeping his head in your lap.

Almost as if he knew that as soon as he moved you'd be up and running.

"Figured what out?" Happy that the words came out clear, you bit your tongue to keep from making a sound when Jooheon chuckled low in his throat, the real version of the one he did on stage and was in his sexy persona.

"That you love me, you idiot. I was waiting for you to catch up."

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nunukibebe · 5 years

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Someone's Someone - H1

Hyungwon - Part 1

WARNING: mutual masturbation.

This series is gonna be fun, lovelies. Buckle up!

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It hadn’t been the best day, and it only got worse when you finally stumbled home. After kicking off your heels and dumping your purse and mail onto the kitchen counter, you almost missed the pale green envelope that slid from under all the other mail you’d collected. If the apartment hadn’t been as silent as a monastery during evening prayer, there was no way you could have heard it hit the tile floor. But, you did and as soon as you picked it up, you wished you hadn’t. You knew what it was the instant you laid eyes on the handwriting, and there was no stopping the instant clench to your gut as you realized what you were holding was a wedding invite.

Not just any wedding invite though. Your cousin was marrying your ex. Who had cheated on you with your cousin. After 5 years of being in a relationship.

Uncaring of the ripping sound that came from your skirt as you slid to the floor, the innocent envelope hand in shaking hand, you fought back tears that were both from fury and the sudden stab to the back. It hadn’t even been a full year since you’d caught them in your bed, and now they were inviting you to the wedding. You had managed to escape going to their engagement party, but it looked like you were doomed.

Cousin Da-Da knew damn well that there was no way you were going to be able to decline the invite. Attendance to all family functions was almost mandatory in your family, and although you had been able to skip out on the last few holiday dinners thanks to work, there was no way you would be able to use that same excuse. Work had finally died down, the purchase and merging of a small business on the brink of bankruptcy done and settled.

To make things worse, you’d be going to the wedding single. Because of the workload that had been dumped into your lap the second you’d received the promotion, there had been little time for dating or men in general. That didn’t mean you hadn’t had ‘fun’ though, and a wave of goosebumps ghosted over you skin as a particular night came to mind, followed by the flash of a card being slipped into your purse.

Scrambling up from where you’d been leaning against a cupboard, invite in hand, shedding work clothes as you made your way to your bedroom until you were clad in nothing but a silky camisole that did nothing but emphasize your cleavage and panties of the same fabric. Passing the full length mirror that stood by your closet, you rolled your eyes as you noticed your nipples standing out as though you weren’t wearing a lightly padded bra. It had been a few weeks since that night, yet your body still reacted as though it had just happened.

Grabbing the purse you’d used that night, you fished out the card that you knew was there, having thrown it back in after a long internal debate. It wasn’t much, just a smallish piece of stock paper with a few lines written on it in black matte ink against a plain black background, yet it stayed in the back of you mind for days. Just last night you had stood with your hand stretched out over the trashcan for hours, the unassuming business card dangling from your fingertips as you had a mental war over whether to drop it or not. In the end you had sighed and tossed it onto the kitchen counter, instead throwing yourself on to your couch to bury your head in the cushions as you screamed.

Now, however, you were staring at the black card, gaze switching between it and the wedding invitation. Two very different kinds of hell, one in each hand and if you hadn’t been so upset, you would have laughed at the irony. Instead, you were toying with the idea of slamming your head into the nearest wall.

Dropping the invite on your desk, you grabbed your laptop and pulled it closer, gathering your courage as you waited for it to boot up. Typing the website into a private search browser, you impatiently tapped your fingernails against the arm of your chair. Then, the page loaded and your heart leapt into your throat as the simple white words danced against a deep red background.

Someone’s Someone - VIP ESCORT SERVICES

With a shaky hand, you scrolled down till the end, mouth dry as you clicked on the ‘Hire’ button. Eyes widening at the list of questions you were required to fill out, you paused, uncertainty seeping in. Then the cruel laughter in your ex’s eyes flashed across your vision, and you set to answering the questions, being as honest as possible. Not faltering at the security questions meant to prove you weren’t a psycho looking for their next meal, you spent the next half hour with your tongue caught between your teeth, fingers flying over the keyboard.

Then, with a sharp finger stab to the enter button, you waited as the website verified your information, moving from your desk to the where a decanter of whiskey waited on a cart. Pouring yourself a glass of the amber liquid, you blankly stared out the window that overlooked the city skyline, trying your best not to think about the night that would go down in history as the worst night ever.

Thankfully, a cheery ping from your laptop had you turning around, a small smirk crossing your lips as you caught the personalized greeting as you slid back into your chair, crossing your legs off to the side as you leaned an elbow on your desk. Then, the screen changed again, and a photo gallery of the options appeared. Catching your lower lip in your teeth, you clicked on the album that offered Full Service, mouth instantly drying up when the first picture appeared, finger mashing the mouse button.

Tanned skin that glistened with sweat, abs for days, you stared at the body displayed on your screen, lost in thoughts of lust before forcing yourself to snap back to the task at hand. Scrolling down to see the details, you frowned when you read that he didn’t offer the one thing you needed to deliver a swift kick to the nads of your ex. Public Displays of Affection had always been a sore point between the two of you, he hating it and you loving it. Bringing arm-candy who would give you those little touches you craved was exactly what you needed.

Regretfully closing the tab, you ran a finger along the rim of the whiskey glass as you watched the marvelous body disappear and returned to the main page of the album. Clicking the next one, there was no way for you to control the full-body jerk as you yelped in shock. Nails digging into the arm of the rolling chair, you stared at a pair of eyes that you recognized. There was no forgetting the wicked gleam that had danced across them as his hands had ran across your body, not when it occupied the majority of your dreams.

When your eyes fell on the checkmark next to PDA, you sank back bonelessly into your chair, pressing a hand to your mouth as you stared at the picture of the man who had brought you to an explosive orgasm in a nightclub bathroom. Hand moving almost of its own freewill, the pointer hovered over the ‘Hire’ button, hesitation creeping in.

Did you really want to hire an escort for your cousin’s wedding? It wouldn’t be the first time someone in your family had done the same thing. It was easier to pretend to be in a relationship than to lie about it.

Running a hand over your face, you gathered your courage and before you could talk yourself out of it, you clicked the small red button. After a few seconds, the screen changed back to the full bio, but your eyes were caught by the flashing screen at the bottom, offering ‘Video Chat’, the little green light next to it sending your heart beating a thousand miles a minute.

Almost as if you suddenly had no control over your hand, you watched in slight horror as your finger hit the mouse. Heart stopping and lodging itself in your throat, you tossed back the rest of the whiskey, making a face as the pleasant burn made its way down until it settled as a pleasant burn in your belly. After a second of staring at your own face as the call rang, you pulled the elastic from your hair on a whim, long hair tumbling over your shoulders, scalp screaming in relief after hours with the bun.

A slight crackle in your speakers was the only warning you had before the eyes that haunted your dreams were on your screen, and all words died in your throat. When surprise flitted across his face before he schooled it back to the mask you were familiar with, you couldn’t help the small smirk that crossed your lips as you leaned forward, chin resting on the back of your hand, elbow propped up on the desk.

“Surprise.” You couldn’t help the breathiness to your voice, nor could you hide the small chuckle at the end of the word, and when his full lips quirked up in a laugh, you grinned and winked. Marveling at your own boldness, you tilted your head to the side, showing the pale column, sublty reminding him of the marks he’d left with great joy.

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He had almost declined the video call, something that would have cost him his hearing after his manager lectured him for hours on end. He’d honestly been surprised to see that someone had hired his services so late at night, the usual prime time long since passed. Not minutes after he’d received the email informing him of the new engagement, his computer had trilled at him, signaling the request for a video.

Glancing down at the satin pajama shirt, he shrugged and ran his hand through his hair, messing it up even more as he clicked on the green button. Waiting as the screen loaded, Hyungwon turned his attention to his phone, scrolling through the details, an eyebrow raising as he scanned briefly over the information, a sense of familiarity creeping in. When the connection was finally established, there was no preparing for the shock he felt when he met your eyes, that tantalizing quirk of the lips bringing the memory of those lips around him front and center. There was no stopping the sudden heat in his veins, and when you tilted your neck, showing off the neck he’d marked so thoroughly, he stifled a groan as his pants tightened and his dick hardened.

“Surprise.” You whispered over the speakers, and he couldn’t help the answering chuckle as he settled back into the chair, a hand slipping down to palm himself through his pants.

“I was hoping you’d find the card.” he admitted, watching as you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Very smooth of you, slipping that into my purse.” Watching as you slid your tongue over your lips, he mentally smirked as you fought to remain serious and he remembered your need to be in control.

Yet, you had relinquished it so sweetly to him and the thought that maybe this was a bad idea crossed his mind. Personal connections with clients was frowned upon, yet the way you slid into business mode had him wanting to see you lose control even more. The fact that you had absolutely blown his mind with your mouth had nothing to do with his desire to see you again.

“I’m assuming you received the information I filled out.”

Sliding back into work-mode himself, Hyungwon reached for his phone at your words, paying more attention to the information this time around, an eyebrow raising.

“You read my requirements?” he asked, setting the phone down, wondering what he’d gotten himself into, wondering at the anger in the pit of his belly at the thought of your ex, but then you nodded, a low humming sound catching his attention as you tapped a finger against your mouth, lost in thought.

His cock swelled as thoughts of you on your knees, that same hum low in your thoat came unbidden to his mind, and he smothered a groan, adjusting his heavy erection as you spoke, eyes focused on something off screen.

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Clenching your thighs together as you caught his movement in the lower half of the screen, you forced yourself to remain professional, calling upon years of needing to remain straight faced even as your body remembered everything he’d done with crystal clarity.

As you set up dates to meet before the wedding, you couldn’t help but be drawn to the deep v of his nightshirt, the material hanging off his body in such a way that you couldn’t help but want to tear it off, his skin practically calling out for you to sink your teeth in. Your feminine pride definitely got a boost when you noticed that his eyes were stuck on your cleavage, and you recognized the tightness to the corner of his mouth.

After going over the necessary details of what you needed, basically the ‘Attentive Boyfriend’ package specifically tailored towards your desire to stick it to your ex, all it took was a trailing finger over your collarbones to have Hyungwon shifting in his seat again, hand going down to his lap once again. Glad to be done with the serious part, you paused, an eyebrow raising as Hyungwon sucked in his bottom lip, eyes following your fingers. Throwing caution to the wind, you slid a strap of the camisole off your shoulder, grinning when he let out a sharp breath.

“Take it off.”

Smirking at the look that crossed his face, you waited, knowing from experience that he preferred to be the one in control. Even though you knew he could make your body sing like a canary if he so wanted, you were drunk off the excitement of the moment and you wanted to savor the feeling of being in charge. He seemed to know this, and his eyes were dark as he slid button after button out of their hole, your mouth going try as he exposed his body, kicking his chair back so you could see all of him.

Sitting back in your own chair, you slid your own hand down your body, mirroring the hand he ran down his own body, and when he glanced at you, fingers playing with the edge of his pants, you smirked, raising an eyebrow. With a deep chuckle that you felt in your cunt, he lifted his hips, sliding his pants down just enough for his erection to slip free and slap up against his lower belly.

“You gonna charge me extra for this?” you asked, voice hoarse as you slid your fingers through your coarse curls, wetness clinging to them as you teased yourself.

“Consider this my gift to you.” his own voice was thick with desire as his long fingers wrapped around his length, sliding up and down. Marveling at the length, your eyes were drawn to the bead of precum that dangled from the tip, tongue peeking out of your mouth as you had the sudden desire to taste it, wondering if your memory was as good as you thought it was.

“How generous of you.” you couldn’t help the quip from falling from your lips, the resulting chuckle from the man currently sliding his hand up and down his hard cock in a languid rhythm making you suck in a breath as your fingertips brushed against your clit, already hyper-sensitized.

Eyes feasting on each other, you knew he remembered the night you’d met, the devilish gleam in his eyes as his chest rose and fell with each pant as he stroked himself. Sliding a hand under your camisole, fingers finding a hard nipple with relative ease, there was no stopping the moan that fell from your lips as your head fell back, the pleasure sending electric shocks though your body.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” the gravely tone to his voice had you glancing at the man on the screen through your eyelashes, pants coming faster as you saw his hand flying on his cock, his own eyes heavily lidded as he stared at you bringing pleasure to yourself. “I’m close.” he warned and you shook your head.

“Not yet.”

He’d seen you begging, and the need to see him in the same boat took over, and before you could rethink it, you slid the camisole up and over your head, exposing your lace covered breasts, fingers playing with a barely covered nipple. Teeth sinking into your lower lip, you swallowed a whimper when Hyungwon groaned, his head tilting backwards, exposing his long neck. Mesmerized by the twiching muscles in his abdomen, you hissed as you spread your legs, a finger slipping into you while your thumb didn’t let up on its assault on your clit.

“Please.”

The word was a low whine, and with eyes glued to the angry, red cock in his hand, you shook your head. Your own orgasm was on the brink, but you wanted to see how long you could make him wait. It was the game you two had played, his hand over your mouth to keep your moans from letting anyone know he’d snuck you into the mens bathroom. You could see his nails digging into his muscular thigh as he edged himself right along with you, and there was a dark gleam in his eyes that promised payback as he stared into the camera. The low light played with the shadows on his body as his whole body tensed, lanky muscles rippling as he fought off his orgasm at your request.

It was enough to send you over the edge, a low keening moan slipping from your lips as you plunged two fingers into your wetness, thumb and forefinger pinching a nipple, the electric shocks spreading through your body as your mind blanked, the sound of Hyungwon groaning your soundtrack as your mind went to outer space and back.

When you finally caught your breath, a breathy chuckle was all you could manage, body falling into the languid state you cherished. Opening your eyes, you caught the smirk that crossed his full lips, hooded eyes doing nothing to hide the satisfaction he was feeling, and you knew you looked the same exact way. His release lay cooling on his belly, hand still on his still hard cock, not showing any signs of deflating.

Feeling confident and sexual, you took the fingers that were coated in your juices, sliding them between your lips, making sure he could see your tongue cleaning them. His smirk only deepened, and to your delight, his cock twitched in his hand. His own chest was heaving as he breathed hard, and his chest glistened with sweat, shining and beckoning you to his body like a beacon of pure sex.

“See you at noon on the 12th?” you asked, voice low and husky, drawing a laugh from his pillowy lips as he straightened up, body moving sinously as he grabbed tissue from beside the computer.

“See you at noon.”

A quick wink before you shut down the video call, his laughter ringing in your ears, you closed your laptop before gathering your legs under you and moving to your bed, the large mattress and extremely comfortable comforter calling to you like a siren calls a pirate. It was a small smile that you shucked the rest of your undergarments, sliding between the sheets as naked as the day you were born.

There was no doubt in your mind that this wedding was going to be interesting.

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