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The dim glow of your book light shone brightly against the pale moon’s gleam. Laying curled utop the fluffy mattress and pillows, the smell of fresh detergent and new book hung in the air. Yunho told you he would be late tonight, that they were finally going to finish recording, that you shouldn’t wait, but you weren’t still awake for him. These were the final hundred pages of the last book of an eight book series-- a lot of hours lead to this moment. It was bitter sweet, these last pages. You were speeding through them to finally finish the plot but, after this, it would be over. But you had to know how it would end.
From outside the bedroom, you could hear the opening and closing of the front door followed by heavy footsteps. “Baby,” a deep voice called.
“Yeah,” you half heartedly replied, still engrossed in your novel.
“What are you doing up?” he asked, coming through the bedroom door. “I could see your reading light; it’s almost 2.” You could see him in your peripheral vision: he stood tall, hands on his hips, loose clothing hanging off his build frame.
“I’m finishing this book,” you said, trying to remain focused on the words on the page.
He chuckled lightly, his voice a little raspy from the recording session he had just finished. “Aren’t you tired?” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.
“No,” you replied.
“Hmm,” he hummed and you could hear him walk towards the closet, the dull sound of clothing falling to the floor behind him.
He emerged from the closet as you turned a page. “Hey,” he stood in front of you: shirtless and divine.
“What?” you rolled onto your back to read more comfortably.
“What do I have to do,” you felt the bed cave as he climbed on. “To get you to look away from that book?”
You didn’t respond as things in your story were finally coming together.
He sighed heavily against the skin of your lower leg.
“Yunho,” you giggled as he began to kiss up your legs. “I know you’re excited about the song, but I really want to finish this book first.”
“Come on,” he crawled up your body, leaving kisses on your collar bones as you held the book above his head. “It’ll be fun,” he said with a cloy tone.
“It’s always fun,” you said, rereading the same paragraph for the third time. “It’ll be fun in thirty minutes.”
“No,” he came face-to-face with you. “I mean fun fun. I have a game.”
Your eyes froze on the page behind him. Yunho was a fun loving guy both in and out of the bedroom. Sex with him was always carefree and full of love but-- a game? That was new.
“A game?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the page though not reading the words.
“I knew that would get you,” he breathed against your neck. “Yes, a game.”
“What kind of game?”
“Ahh,” he tapped a finger against your jaw. “You’ll have to put the book down to find out.”
Damn your curiosity; you dropped the book without even saving your page.
“Hey, sexy” he winked.
“Gross,” you pushed his face away. “Now tell me the game.”
“You’re gross,” he muttered but sat up next to you. “So, here's what I’m thinking: I'm going to eat you out while you sing a specific song. If you sing the whole song, I’ll make you come.”
Blood definitely rushed into your cheeks. He said it so nonchalantly, like he was ordering a coffee. And what was that if part?”
“If?” you asked. He had never held an orgasm from you. He was selfless during sex, always about pleasing you.
“If,” the syllable rolled off his lips. “You can’t finish the song, I won’t let you come.”
“What do you get out of this?” You asked, confused by his motives.
“Nothing but your taste and voice.” The look he gave you was almost sickeningly sweet. And he always looked at you like this before he went down on you: such anticipation and excitement, like you were his favorite flavour of ice cream on a blistering summer day. “So… yes?” His eyes softened into his killer puppy dog beg. Oh, those eyes, you always wanted to kiss him when he looked at you with those eyes.
He leaned into you as he noticed your gaze on his lips.
“What song?” You whispered as the gap closed.
“Aurora,” he spoke against your lips.
“Hmm,” you hummed, having a feeling of foreboding from this song choice. He seemed too cocky as he smiled into the kiss. But this kiss was so intoxicating and the feeling of his hands on your hips so perfect. “Okay,” you broke away.
“Okay,” he said with immense satisfaction, trying to conceal the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth.
His hands gripped your hips tighter as he pulled you down the bed, resting you now flat on your back. He sat on top of you, his weight pressing down on your thighs. Delicately, he placed his lips on yours as his hands hungrily groped at the skin beneath your sleep shirt. Warm hands tugged at the fabric and pulled it over your head. His wet tongue fell to the valley between your tits as his hands reached for the waistband of your shorts. With one sharp tug, your shorts and panties were on the floor.
As he came up from your breast to kiss you, you reached for the bulge in his pants but he quickly pulled away. “Uh uh uh,” he spoke disapprovingly. “That’s not part of the game.”
“Can we make it part of the game?” You tried to mimic Yunho’s puppy eyes.
“Nope,” he responded before you even finished your sentence. It never worked on him. “Start singing.”
You opened your mouth but your breath hitched as you saw Yunho lowering his face to your pussy. “I won’t do it if you don’t sing.” He looked up at you with a smirk.
“You go first.”
“Okay,” he chuckled and you could feel his breath against your clit making your walls clench. “Fine.”
His lips were warm but chapped. They moved gently as he kissed pepperd butterfly kisses on the lips of your pussy.
Shakily you took a deep breath and began to sing. You weren’t a particularly good singer but, Yuhno always loved to hear your pitchy voice-- especially if it was his group’s song you sang off key.
You were half way through the first verse when he added a finger, causing you to moan loudly.
“Keep going, baby, or you’ll have to start over,” he spoke against your clit, leaving you squirming from the vibration of his voice.
“I-i,” you struggled to remember the lyrics as pleasure muddled your thoughts. “I don’t remember where I was.”
“You’re going to have to start over then.”
You would have wriggled away from him if his forearm wasn’t pinning you to the mattress, his breath made you see stars.
His tongue swiped over your clit as you choked out the first lines again. His pace quickened with each line leaving you tongue tied. You barely made it to the chorus-- 나를 감싸줘 My Aurora, leaving your lips as nothing but a whisper.
“y/n,” he raised his chin and you watched with shaky eyes as he licked his lips. “I can’t hear your beautiful voice. Are you going to sing louder?”
You nodded your head eagerly, continuing where you had left off with the chorus.
A second finger entered you as you began the second verse, forming a knot in your stomach. The words couldn’t come to mind and the only thing that escaped your lips was a low, continuous moan that came from deep in your chest.
He removed his lips and raised his dark eyes to meet yours, dull nails lightly grazing the outside of your upper thigh. “Start over, baby,”
“Yunho,” you desperately ran your hands through your tangled hair, terribly frustrated by this little game. “I can’t think straight. I don’t even know the lyrics without your mouth-”
“앞에 펼쳐진,” he cut you off, dropping his head back down between your trembling legs.
The original confidence you had when he walked through that bedroom door and proposed this little game completely melted into the sheets you fisted in your now white hands. These first couple lines you could handle, they were Yunho’s lines-- he sang them all the time: in the shower, doing the dishes, folding laundry. And now, he sang them against your vagina. Yet, the lyrics melted your brain, you couldn’t even register the sound of your own voice. Though, you imagined you weren’t saying much of anything.
“Yunho,” you gripped his hair, pulling his head up. “Please, just fuck me. I can’t take this anymore. I’ll never remember all the lyrics and you’ll eat so much of me you’ll never want to eat me out again.”
“But, y/n,” he pouted. “I would never be sick of you.”
“Please,” you flashed the puppy dog eyes again and, this time, it worked.
“Okay, baby,” he said, climbing up your body.
As fluffy as ever, he smiled as he kissed you. “I love you, y/n,” he placed his forehead against yours.
“I love you too, silly boy,” you fiddled with the hair at the base of his neck. “Now, please fuck me so I can finish my book.”
He laughed, leaning back on his heels as he pulled down his pants.
He eased into you slowly, your walls already clenching from the extreme arousal. “I don’t think I’m going to last long,” he said with a moan. “You feel too good.”
“me neither,” you whined, not even able to relax enough for Yunho to bottom out. His dick throbbed too deliciously against your walls.
“I’m going to move,” his hips shuttered as his head fell to your chest.
“Please, move,” you moaned, now digging your nails into his neck.
His pace started out slow, a light gunt leaving his lips with each thrust. Your hands entangled in his hair, tugging lightly, desperate for his lips.
You pulled at his hair but his lips remained fixed on your collar bone. “Yunho,” you whined.
Lustfully, he licked up the side of your neck, his lips coming to rest on your jaw. His hips became erratic as he sucked on your jaw.
“Yunho,” you grabbed at his face. “Please kiss me.”
He mumbled something against your skin as a hand reached for your leg, pulling it up his back, shifting the angle of his thrusts.
“W-what,” you choked.
Tears began to well in the corners of your eyes, the pleasure almost unbearable. Your climax was fast approaching as the knot grew so tight, it could snap at any moment.
“Come,” he said, crashing his lips onto yours.
Your walls were painted white, his hips continuing to fuck the warm cum into you as he kissed you. Fluttering fingers met your clit and your orgasm tore through you like a lightning bolt, leaving your mouth hung in a silent screen. A shiver ran through your whole body when he pulled out.
Yunho dropped to his side, face still buried in your neck, hot breaths against your skin as he caught his breath. “Are your legs okay?” He rubbed your lower stomach lovingly.
“Mhm,” you hummed. “But,” you pulled your legs up, the pain making you wince. “Could you carry me to the bathroom, please?”
“Yeah, baby,” he shifted and stood, reaching his arms under your sore body and pulling you close to his chest. You could feel the cum leak out of you and down his forearm.
He helped you clean up and left you sitting on the bathroom counter to brush your teeth as he changed the sheets.
It was a warm night and Yunho slept shirtless and you could hear the echo of his heart beating like a drum against his ribs. “You’re not going to finish your book?” He asked, stroking your hair as your head laid on his chest.
“I can’t keep my eyes open.”
“Me neither,” he sighed.
As you drifted to sleep, the gentle sound of the fan and the soothing melody of Yunho’s voice cooled your body and stilled your mind.
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