Summary: Jihoon finds himself thinking of you while taking a shower and he can't help but act on his urges.
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation (m), sexual fantasy
Jihoon lowers his head as he turns on the shower. He takes a sharp breath as he feels the lukewarm water run down his back and he quickly tries to adjust the temperature, turning the handle all the way to the hot water. He sighs as the water slowly becomes warmer and places his right hand on the shower wall, supporting his weight. For a few moments he stays still, just letting the water fall down on him, washing away all the fatigue of his busy day away.
He pushes his wet hair out of his eyes with his free hand before he raises his head and grabs the body wash from behind him. He puts a generous amount of the gel on his palm and starts rubbing his tired limbs, groaning when he passes over sore parts of his body. He turns on the hot water, his hand resting against the wall once again as he closes his eyes and tries to enjoy the feeling of his muscles relaxing.
The steam grows thicker inside the bathroom as Jihoon leaves the water on and his breathing becomes heavier. His left hand twitches next to his thigh and his chest heaves as he struggles to return his breathing to a normal level. But, as flashes of you cross his mind, he is unable to control his body anymore. His left hand slowly crawls upwards, moving to his inner thigh as he feels blood rushing to his cock.
Jihoon hadn't seen you all week; the last time he saw you was twelve days ago when he managed to find some time between dance practice and vocal class. He stopped for a bit more than an hour at your place as the two of you didn't even have enough time for a coffee date. He remembers dropping by while you were studying for a project, but you were more than glad to ignore your deadline for an hour or two if that meant spending time with your busy, idol friend, who barely managed to find some free time nowadays.
He remembers how your face brightened up upon seeing him at your door and the way you hugged him tightly as you welcomed him in. Jihoon remembers very vividly how your body felt pressed against his own; he recalls your warmth and your scent floading his senses, but most clearly he remembers how your chest felt squeezed between your bodies and the way you sighed when he pulled you even closer by the waist before he released you.
His eyebrow twitches at the thought and he exhales deeply by the mouth, chest heaving faster to match the pace of his breath.
He remembers how you moved to sit next to him on your bed when he didn't sit by the chair beside yours, claiming the bed was more comfortable. He remembers how your hand accidentaly brushed by his thigh when you tried to grab your cat plushie from behind him and how hard he tried to push away all the nasty thoughts that crossed his mind right then and there.
At that Jihoon finally lets his fingers wrap around his dick as all these thoughts come back to him and there is nothing and nobody here to prevent him from letting them take over. He slowly rubs the head of his cock with his thumb, moving his finger in circles and spreading his precum over the whole area. He slides his hand lower, pulling the foreskin downwards and applying more pressure over the sensitive skin right under his tip.
He swallows, Adam's apple bobbing and shuts his eyes tighter as he imagines your hand being the one holding him right now. Your fingers hesitantly take a hold of his cock before you regain your confidence and squeeze him, feeling his shaft pulsate against your skin.
Jihoon is using his left hand, so it feels like you.
He is not used to jerk off with his left side so he finds it a bit hard to synchronize his movements at first, but you would probably be a bit awkward in the beginning too, right?
You would look down as you would begin stroking him before you would raise your eyes to stare at his, trying to understand if you were doing it right. Your gaze would lock with his as he would slowly become undone under your touch; mouth opening slightly and eyes closing half-way as he would struggle to keep them open. He wouldn't want to miss this for anything in the world.
Seeing his ragged breathing and the way his muscles would tense and his jaw would clench, you would shift your attention back to his cock. Your hold would tighten over him as your strokes would become faster and harder. Knowing you, he guesses that you would bite your bottom lip as you would concentrate and Jihoon can't help but throw his head back at the shower as his left hand is moving in a steady pace now.
He squeezes his eyes shut and quickens even more the pace while trying not to loose the image of you.
He is certain that at some point you would turn back to face him, enjoying this view of him that you would have just unlocked. Maybe you would move your face closer to his, teasing him with how close you would bring your lips to his trembling ones, yet not touching them. And as your lips would be hovering over his, you would look up to him and smile while you would suddenly slow down your strokes, thumb sliding over his tip, nail grazing over his hole before you would move lower to trace the underside of his head.
Jihoon gasps at the thought and the feeling of his thumb roughly rubbing around and over his tip, moving the foreskin up and down. He is so close that the image of you in his head almost blurs from pleasure, but he snaps his eyes open and manages to hold it.
He is now panting as the thought of you slowly moving your face further from his without loosing eye contact, only to bend and spit on his cock pops in his head. He groans and drags his hand all the way to the base of his dick as he imagines you would do before picking up the pace again, settling on a merciless speed.
His mouth falls open but no sound comes out. He feels like he is going to burst, overwhelmed from the experience. He clenches his jaw, hips bucking forward, desperate to meet something other than his own hand. Pleasure spreads all over his body, travelling inside his veins, burning his skin as he huffs for more air.
He cums, a moan escaping his throat as he stains the shower wall.
Cum drips from his dick, sticking to his fingers as he continues pumping his cock, slower now that he has reached his high. When cum stops oozing from his tip, Jihoon places his left hand on the wall next to his right one and he tries to catch his breath.
His orgasm was so tense that he is still processing it. It hit him harder than any previous time and Jihoon chuckles weakly at the realization, wondering if imagining you jerking him off was really the closest to trying to get inside of you.
He staggers and leans his back on the wall behind him, letting his arms fall limply on his sides. The water running down his chest is not as warm anymore and Jihoon blinks slowly, knowing that he needs to clean himself off and get out of the shower before one of the other boys starts searching for him.
"One more minute…" he mutters to himself, closing his eyes and enjoying the last bits of this moment.
He squeezes harder his eyes shut and begs to feel something new soon.
Summary: Sometimes love can be rough, especially when it has to do with braiding your partner's hair.
Word Count: 0.7k
Warnings: established relationship, hair pulling
A/N: Just something short for Valentine's Day~
"Ouch!" Hyunsuk hisses, squeezing his eyes shut as you tug his head backwards.
"It wouldn't hurt so much if you stopped moving!" you mumble as you continue braiding his hair.
"It wouldn't hurt so much if you tried to be more gentle!"
"Where would be the fun in that?" you tease him and Hyunsuk opens his eyes to look at you.
His head is thrown back at the back of his chair as he faces upwards. If it wasn't for you standing right behind him and combing his hair, he would be staring at the ceiling right now. But instead he stares into your eyes while you look down at him, the corners of your lips twitching as you try to stop yourself from smiling smugly.
He raises his eyebrows and you huff, finally letting your lips stretch into a smile. You lean down and place a soft, upside-down kiss against his lips. As you retreat, you notice him part his lips open and you bite your bottom lip.
"I am just teasing you. I will be more gentle."
"I know." he replies and his voice is soft, almost as soft as a whisper.
You smile again as you let your fingers pass between his bleached hair, "Then why do you seem so offended?"
Hyunsuk doesn't shut his eyes this time; on the contrary he watches you as you grab another handful of his hair and start twisting it into a short braid, "You know I hate it when you tease me."
"I know!" you say nonchalant and as you notice his bewildered expression you add, "But, it's so much fun!"
It's his turn to huff and you chuckle, tying the new braid with a tiny elastic. You place your hand to the side of his face and bring your face closer to his; hesitating for a moment as you gaze into each other's eyes before you connect your lips to his again.
Your lips move in sync, familiar with each other's as he brings a hand to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. You feel him open his mouth and you grab the opportunity to slip your tongue past his lips. Maybe upside-down kissing isn't the most convenient, but you are too into the moment to care as the kiss becomes more sloppy.
You feel a bit mischievous as your free hand moves to his hair and tugs his head back. Hyunsuk groans and your lips disconnect as he regains his previous pose. You chuckle and Hyunsuk narrows his eyes at you; the hand in your hair turning into a fist and his grip tightening as he pulls you towards him again.
His lips miss yours by a few centimeters, but he soon finds them and captures them in his. You can feel him straining his neck to push harder against your lips and you take a step forward, pressing your front against the back of the chair. This time he is the one who controls the pace and you moan into the kiss.
Hyunsuk chuckles against your lips and you pull a bit back, "What?" you whisper.
"I prefer this kind of fun!" he mutters as he untangles his hand from your hair, gently brushing your hair back.
"Mmm…" you smile, pushing yourself up.
Hyunsuk's eyes follow you as you walk around the chair, stopping in front of him. You pass him a mirror and he looks at his reflection in it; a smile slowly appearing on his face. Three tiny braids hang in front of his forehead, two on the left side and one on the right while a few charms decorate two of them; one on each side.
"Well?" you ask, fingers interwining behind your back as you anticipate his answer.
"I like it!" he grins and his eyes rise to lock with yours, "No, no- I love it!"
You grin back at him and snatch the mirror from his hands, only to place it back at the table. He grabs your hand before you have the chance to step away from him and he pulls you towards him. You laugh as his intentions dawn at you and you move to straddle him. His hands instantly slip around your waist, holding you close as he gives you his signature smile; eyes narrowing from how hard he is smiling. He nuzzles your nose with his and he giggles when you suddenly get shy.
"Can we continue having the other kind of fun now?" he asks you cutely and you laugh quietly before you close the distance between you.
Summary: Who knew kisses could be so disastrous when painting your nails.
Word Count: 0.8k
Warnings: established relationship
"I don't understand how you can mess this up so bad!" Haruto sighs as he cleans the polish from your fingernails.
You giggle as he wipes the last of the color from your nails; his touch is gentle as he holds your hand in his.
"I don't know! I just can't paint the nail without painting some of the skin as well! How do you even do that?!" you complain as he sets the now color-stained cotton ball aside.
Haruto rolls his eyes as he ramages through the nail polish bottles in his little makeup bag, "So, what color do you want to paint it?"
"Mm…Black and red!" you grin at him and he stops looking in the bag, turning to face you.
"So, like mine?"
"Yes!"
Haruto huffs, but you can see how the corners of his lips tug upwards, threating to break into a smile.
"Since when did you become so sappy?"
He finds the two colors in his bag and sets them on the table next to you. He takes your right hand in his, thumb brushing over your fingers as he opens the black polish bottle.
"Since you started getting so embarrassed about it." you smile at him smugly and Haruto gives you a dirty look before he focuses on your nails again.
"I am not embarrassed!" he tries keeping his voice monotone, eyes glued on your fingers as he paints them, deliberately avoiding your face.
"Mmm." you mumble as you stare at him and the growing blush on his cheeks.
He paints your thumb, your index and small fingers black, finishing your right hand and then moving on the left one. He dyes your index and middle fingers black before putting the cap of the nail polish back in the bottle, closing it.
He notices you staring at him with a smile on your face, but chooses to ignore it. But, when your gaze still follows him as he twists open the red polish bottle and starts painting the remaining fingers red, he can't help but ask.
"What?"
Your smile grows bigger, but you shake your head, "Nothing."
He raises an eyebrow and glances at you suspiciously before lowering his face to finish with your right hand.
"Do I have something on my face?"
When you don't reply, he raises his head to look at you and you bring your hand closer to his face. He is taken a bit aback, leaning back by instinct.
"It's just an eyelash." you lie and he brings his hand to his face in an attempt to find it.
"Wait, let me do it!"
Haruto stares at you and puts his hand down as you cup his face, thumb stroking the skin under his left eye. He closes his eyes instinctively as you caress the skin and the nonexistent eyelash.
You bite your lip, trying not to laugh at his soft expression. You lean closer and connect your lips to his, in a gentle kiss. Haruto keeps his eyes closed, his breath catching in the back of his throat as you kiss him softly. His lips move to match yours and they taste like chocolate.
You break the kiss, slowly opening your eyes to look at Haruto who parts his lips, lingering at the feeling of your lips on his. A moment later he flutters his eyes open and you smile at him as you make eye contact.
His face immediately turns red and he grabs your left hand, lowering his head supposedly to look better at your nails, but mostly to cover his blush. His red ears still peak out from his long, dark hair and you chuckle, finding his embarrassment adorable.
He paints till the last nail, humming satisfied as he places the cap back in the nail polish bottle and turns to you.
"Do you like them?"
You extend your hands in front of you and admire your newly painted nails and grin.
"I love them! Thank you!" you say excitedly and jump towards him.
"Wait they haven't dried yet-" Haruto exclaims as your body crashes into his and your lips meet again, taking his breath away.
He soon forgets about your freshly painted nails and melts into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your body. You lock your hands around his neck and bend your head to the side to have better access to his lips. He pulls you closer and you stumble forward on the floor, grabbing his cardigan for balance as he deepens the kiss.
You moan as his tongue licks your bottom lip and you open your mouth, letting his tongue slip inside. You tug his hair roughly and he groans into the kiss, pulling you harder against his chest.
You break the kiss, both of you breathing heavily as you stare into each other's eyes. Haruto bites his bottom lip as he tries to contain his smile, but fails miserably the moment you playfully poke his nose.
That is until he notices your nails, suddenly grabbing your hand and bringing it on his eye level; eyes squinting to look at it. He sighs disappointed and loosens his grip on it, letting it fall to your side.
Genre: Non!Idol AU, friends to fwb(??), smut, fluff
Summary: Park Jihoon is notorious for his gift-giving and this Christmas you are unlucky enough to have him as your Secret Santa! What you don't know is that he has another present prepared just for you!
Word count: 6.7k
Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, kissing without asking for consent, fingering, dirty talking
A/N: This was supposed to be posted on Christmas day, but better late than never! Happy New Year!
"Hey?"
This is wrong on so many levels!
You stare at Jihoon's perplexed expression as he holds the door to his apartment open. He is standing right in front of the doorway, blocking your way in, but you are not really there to hang out.
"H-Hey…" you fail to hide your nervousness as you stutter, but you quickly clear your throat and straighten your head, "Is Junkyu here?" you ask, eyes glancing behind Jihoon's figure and inside the apartment as if trying to find the brunette yourself.
You know Junkyu is not in their apartment. You asked his whereabouts with an innocent-looking text to be sure he was out before you made your way to their flat. It never hurt anybody to double check though!
Jihoon's furrowed eyebrows relax a bit, "Eh, no. You actually just missed him." realizing your unannounced visit was meant for his flatmate, he loosens up and leans against the door; the confused look on his face completely gone, "Are you here to see him?"
This is it!
You brace yourself for what you are about to do; taking a deep breath before meeting Jihoon's mischievous eyes.
"No." you reply and Jihoon raises one eyebrow, "I am here to see you."
Before he can do or say anything, you raise yourself on your tiptoes and grab his face with both hands, crashing your lips on his.
You firmly press your lips against his for a few seconds before you pull away. Jihoon is looking at you wide eyed, his lips parting as he tries to collect his thoughts on what just happened.
Your hands release his cheeks, fingers slightly brushing his jaw in the process before they fall back to your sides. You stare at him blankly and readjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder.
You seriously want to cry!
He is staring at you with that stupid moonstruck expression on his face and you can't look at him after what you just did. Which you did for the stupidest reason ever! You want to take the kiss back so bad. So fucking bad, but you can't! You can't!
So, you just turn your back on him and start walking -almost jogging- toward the stairs.
Jihoon's eyes become even wider upon seeing your actions, "Wait!" he shouts after you but you are already running down the stairs, not even thinking of trying the elevator in case you have to wait for it and then have to face the consequences of the kiss!
You reach the ground floor in record time and bang the central door behind you as you exit the building. You continue running, till you are a few blocks away and then lean against a wall to catch your breath.
You haven't run so fast before in your lifetime!
As your lungs oxugenate and your brain starts functioning again all you can think about is what have you done?!
"Y/n!" Junkyu's gummy smile is what greets you when he opens the door to his and Jihoon's flat.
You wrap yours arms around him and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, "Nice to see you too!" you smile at him as you step back to look at him properly.
Oh, you are so glad it was him who opened the door!
"Is Yoshi already here?"
Junkyu smiles at you as he lets you come in the apartment, "You are the last one again!"
"Yoshi is always super early!" you defend yourself as you remove your coat and shoes and arrange them on and under the coat rack, "And it's your apartment! There is nobody else to come!"
"So many excuses." Junkyu teases and you playfully shoot him a dirty look as you finally settle your things.
Junkyu's eyes spark as they fall on the two bags beside you on the floor and he tries to take a peak inside of them. You catch him looking and you grab the bags, bringing them to your chest, "No cheating!"
Junkyu huffs, puffing his cheeks and that only makes you laugh, "Has anyone told you you look more like a puffer fish than a koala?"
"Hey!" he pouts, his cheeks never failing to stay chubby.
You chuckle and give him the smaller bag, "I made cookies!"
His eyes go round and his mouth forms an O as he opens the bag and stares at the transparent box of ginger cookies. He looks at you excited before looking back at the cookies and you laugh at his enthusiasm.
"Let's put them in the kitchen!" he declares as he raises the bag over his head, like he wants to showcase the importance of the backage.
You follow behind him, but as soon as you step into the kitchen your smile drops.
Jihoon has his back turned to you as he prepares the beef for bulgogi, but as Junkyu bounces in with the cookies, shouting "Y/n is here and she brought cookies!", Jihoon turns to look at you.
You lock eyes for a second, which feels like an aeon, before you avert your gaze to look at the floor. When you look back up, Jihoon has already turned his attention to the food.
"Then dessert is covered!" Jihoon smirks, still having his back turned to you and you find yourself lightly scowling.
Junkyu gets your cookies out of their box and places them into a plate, looking overly pleased with himself. He turns to you and puts his hands on his waist, a smug smile on his face.
"Jihoon made dinner." he tells you and with the corner of your eye you see Jihoon nodding his head as his efforts are getting recognized, "And for once it is something that people can actually eat!"
Jihoon, who is in the middle of tasting the sweet potato noodles in the pot, chokes on a noodle and coughs violently, grabbing the kitchen counter for dear life. Junkyu laughs at him and you can't help but bite your bottom lip to prevent laughing and causing the wrath of Jihoon.
Once Jihoon recovers he sends you and Junkyu a dirty look, apparently having noticed you choking on your laughter. He places the beef and noodles on the counter and straightens his apron.
"Next time I will let you cook the food and see how that goes." Jihoon has his scary look on, but the mischief is still there in his eyes.
"No please!" you plea and Junkyu's goggles at Jihoon in horror.
"That's right!" Jihoon crosses his ams, playing the stern card, "Maybe you should appreciate what you have!" he says and you gulp when he briefly locks eyes with you.
Oh no, was that one aimed at you?!
You shut your mouth and try to clear your head from all the anxious thoughts that start clouding it. Even if it was a remark for you, it doesn't matter! What is done, is done. Just continue acting like everything is normal!
Jihoon gives Junkyu the pot with the beef, his behavior back to normal, "Make yourself useful and take this to the living room."
"Okay!" Junkyu complies without protesting and exits the kitchen as he gives you one last gummy smile.
You are dwelling on following after him because if you don't, you will be left alone with Jihoon in the kitchen. And in no way you would like to be alone with Jihoon anywhere right now!
Not after what you did...
But, you hesitate enough that when you make up your mind on going after him, it is too late and your brain convinces you that if you leave now, you will only appear awkward. Well, more awkward than now!
Jihoon however prepares quietly the noodles, kimchi and the bulgogi ingredients with his back again turned to you. You watch as he acts like you are not even there and take a step back, closer to the door. Maybe he won't notice if you leave quietly!
However, Jihoon turns to face you at that exact moment and you stop on your tracks abruptly, making your intentions rather obvious. He chooses to ignore it, asking you a question instead, "Can you take the noodles to the living room?"
His tone is softer than the one he used with Junkyu and you feel your heart flutter inside your chest. You resist the urge to place a hand over it and slowly nod, walking to him to get the pot.
You find yourself standing really close to him, shoulders almost touching as you get the sweet potato noodles' pot. The handles are really hot and you hiss under your breath. But, with the small distance between you and Jihoon, he picks up the sound and looks at you.
You don't notice he has turned his attention to you till his larger hands cover yours and you snap your head upwards to stare at him wide eyed. Jihoon meets your gaze, hands staying over yours on the handles as he stares back at you intensely.
"I-"
Jihoon hands gently remove yours before you can continue talking and place a potholder over the loop handles, so you can grab the pot without burning yourself.
"Thank you." your voice comes out quiet again, but you can't bring yourself to speak louder when your face is centimeters away from Jihoon's and he has a look in his eyes that you have never seen before in all your three years of friendship.
His eyelids move downwards and you realize he is now looking at your lips. You both stay still for a second before he starts leaning closer to you, his eyes never leaving your lips.
And that's the moment you panic! The alarm goes off in your head and you stumble backwards as he keeps leaning forward, his lips parting, going for a kiss.
"Ehh! Uhh…I-" you stagger backwards along with the pot, "I am going to the living room! Before it get's cold!"
You practically run out of the room with the noodles in your hands, your brain trying to make the sting in your heart disappear after you saw the disappointment in Jihoon's eyes.
"The noodles have arrived!" you yell as you enter with full force into the living room, where Junkyu and Yoshi are sitting.
You mimic the iconic scene from 'The Lion King', raising the pot of noodles over your head for your crowd -Yoshi and Junkyu- to admire. Junkyu and Yoshi are kind enough to grin and clap at your antics as you try to erase what just almost happened in the kitchen.
You set the pot of noodles on the coffee table next to the beef and a lot of bottles of soju. Jihoon should be bringing the rest of the food any time now and then your Christmas dinner would be complete!
You shake your head in an attempt to stop thinking about Jihoon in any way or form and plop down on the couch between Yoshi and Junkyu. This makes your chances of Jihoon sitting next to you a round zero! And you couldn't be happier!
The living room is decorated with colorful Christmas lights and the small Christmas tree in the corner of the room is heavy with various ornaments. Even the plushies thrown on the floor to make room in the couch for you are wearing santa hats! You must admit that Junkyu and Jihoon tried extra hard this year to create an ideal Christmas atmosphere for your annual celebration!
Junkyu is wearing his favourite Supreme black hoodie with matching black sweatpants while Yoshi is in a black and white stripped blouse and baggy black pants. His mismatched stripped socks are ever so distinctive of him.
"Why do we need all this soju for?!"
"It's Christmas!" Yoshi laughs and leans back on the couch. You wiggle your nose at him and pull your tongue out and Yoshi shows you his own tongue.
"Yoshi is just trying to find an excuse to drink more!" Junkyu teases and Yoshi throws him a pillow, making the younger man screech in terror.
"I am an adult! I don't need an excuse to drink!" he defends himself, crossing his arms over his chest playfully.
You chuckle and grab Yoshi's cheek, tugging at the soft flesh while he whines, "Look at this big baby!" you say, grabbing his other cheek and stretching his face.
Jihoon arrives at that moment in the room, balancing four plates of rice, kimchi, lettuce and cookies on his arms. Yoshi immediately jumps up to help him place them on the coffee table, finding the perfect excuse to escape your hold. Despite Yoshi's swift reaction, Jihoon catches a glimpse of you and Yoshi on the sofa and his eyes narrow. You and Junkyu remain sitted; Junkyu too busy picking his ear and you too busy staying as far away from Jihoon as possible.
"Thanks for the help!" Jihoon snorts when everything is settled and Junkyu responds with a simple shrug of his shoulders.
Jihoon rolls his eyes and seeing the empty space on your left, he heads for it. With Yoshi standing up to help him, the seat was freed, making one of your worst fears for the night come close to realization.
Your eyes widen and in an act of desperation you jump and grab Yoshi's arm, pulling him back next to you on the couch. Jihoon is left dumbfounded as he stares at you hugging Yoshi's arm with all your life force. Yoshi is taken aback too by your sudden actions and as you feel three pair of eyes burning holes through you, you nuzzle your face in Yoshi's side.
"The seat is taken!"
Jihoon's mouth hangs open before he jaw clenching as he moves back and sits on the armchair on the left side of the sofa; his gaze lingering on you. You try to ignore him and continue acting as if nothing is going on.
"Yoshi I haven't seen you for so long! I have to catch up on all the gossip!" you say as you keep leaning on him.
Yoshi, who is familiar with your aggressive snuggling, smiles and pats you in the head, "You didn't miss a lot!"
"Mm…I missed you!" you say truthfully, but the emphasis you put on it, makes Jihoon eye you suspiciously.
Yoshi laughs softly and pats your head again, leaning on you too as Junkyu, who grew tired of your sicky sweet interraction, presses start on the 'Tokyo Godfathers' movie. It had taken you about a week to decide on which film you would watch on Christmas, finally agreeing on Yoshi's pick as some of you had grew tired of rewatching Home Alone or How the Grinch Stole Christmas every holiday season!
Everything goes back to normal while you watch the movie, meaning you all chat while the movie is playing, making clever remarks at each other, arguing on how great the plot is and laughing at whoever sheds some tears first -spoiler, it's Yoshi- before you tear up yourselves. The food disappears pretty quickly, leaving you bellies full and only some crumps on the plates. You take it easier with the soju though, drinking less than a bottle each.
As the movie ends and Jihoon turns off the TV, you know the moment you have all been waiting for is near!
The moment you have been dreading…
"Bring out the gifts!" Junkyu shouts and with a flamboyant move, his reaches under the couch and pulls out a present.
Jihoon chuckles and reveals his own wrapped package, hidden behind the curtain. Yoshi and you run back to the entrance of the flat, getting your gifts from beside the coat stand and return to the living room.
This is your 3rd year doing your Secret Santa tradition with the '00 liners. Ever since you begun university and you moved to Seoul, away from your family, you found out the hard way that getting back home for the Christmas holidays is very fucking expensive. And thus you spent a tremendous amount of money to visit your family in your first year.
Hanging out with the group of friends you made in university though, you accidentaly found out that the rest of the boys in your age also had difficulties visiting their families at this time of the year. The airplane tickets for Japan would always skyrocket around the Christmas dates for Yoshi while the same would happen to the train ticket prices to Busan for Jihoon. The train tickets for Chungju would be a bit more expensive too for Junkyu, but as the rest of you '00 liners came to the realization it would be cheaper and equally fun to spend Christmas together in Seoul, Junkyu decided to join you. Therefore, saving some of his money too!
And so this Secret Santa tradition begun for the four of you! Every year for the past three years, you would gather to Jihoon's and Junkyu's apartment and trade gifts with each other, as your financial state as college students could only afford the expenses of one gift.
Unfortunately, what you also learned the hard way, was that Jihoon must be the worst gifter ever! His victim on your first year of your Secret Santa tradition had been Junkyu. The poor man could only smell the Eucalyptus Jihoon had given him and make funny faces as his brain was trying to comprehend the situation and what his reaction should be. Jihoon didn't seem bothered by how obvious Junkyu wasn't fond of his gift; he just sat back amused and watched, having the time of his life.
Yoshi was his victim on the second year of your tradition and he had had it even worse, as Jihoon honored him with a whole, uncooked chicken! You would never forget the look of utter disbelief on Yoshi's innocent face as he looked at Jihoon and then at the chicken and then back at Jihoon. The only explanation you or anyone could give was that Yoshi was really into fried chicken that period and Jihoon had been…inspired!
This year, you were the unlucky one...
You look at Jihoon as he takes a seat opposite from you on the carpet. You all sit in a circle in the middle of the living room, as to be more personal when gift-giving and hold the presents on your laps. Jihoon raises his head and catches your staring, instantly giving you a smirk. You roll your eyes and look at Junkyu next to you, who is excitedly bouncing up and down.
Junkyu never lasted long under pressure and this year you had broken him! Two weeks before Christmas you had tricked him into revealing to you who he had picked for Secret Santa. Spoiler alert; it was Jihoon!
Yoshi's pick wasn't hard to figure out when you bumped into him exiting the skateboard shop ten days before Christmas. Only him and Jihoon were skateboarding among you four and you already knew Jihoon was Junkyu's pick. Yoshi's terrible lying confirmed your suspicions that he was indeed choosing his Secret Santa present and that the receiver would obviously be himself!
You came to the horrible realization that there was none other than yourself to be Jihoon's pick for Secret Santa, as you had picked Junkyu's name out of the name bag! You had feared this might happen, but you had never thought of what course of action you would take if your worst nightmare became reality!
Who could have guessed that you would choose to go along with the worst possible idea you could have; kissing Jihoon out of the fucking blue!
For a strange, unknown reason, you were convinced that this would make it hard for Jihoon to pick a crappy gift for you in case of hurting your feelings. Your feelings for him, which were none other than platonic ones of course! Of course!
But, Jihoon needn't know that!
At least not until you exchanged gifts!
You would let him believe the kiss was intentional; a showcase of your romantic feelings in the midst of the holiday excitement. Then you would just come clean to him and confess that the kiss was just a trick for receiving a nice gift and then you would laugh about it!
Because there was no harm in such a stupid prank like that. Yours and Jihoon's relationship is purely platonic and that's the way it is going to stay because Jihoon isn't attracted to you and you definitely aren't attracted to Jihoon!
But, as Yoshi opens his Christmas gift from himself and laughs shyly at Jihoon's and Junkyu's teasing, your eyes are glued to Jihoon's form. Why does this feel so wrong?
Jihoon raises his gaze as he has Yoshi on a chokehold and ruffles his dyed orange hair and your eyes meet. You crack a smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. Why do his stares feel so much different?
With the corner of your eye you see Junkyu throw Jihoon his own gift, which he grabs, but before he rips it open, he glances at you, making you look down on your lap. Why do you feel so tense around him?
Jihoon awes at the pair of headphones that Junkyu got him, trying them on and you catch yourself focusing on his face as he smiles brightly. Why doesn't this feel more than a stupid prank?
Distracted by your thoughts, you are caught by surprise when a plushie lands straight in your face. You yelp as you fall back; your survival instict failing at saving you! You can hear the boys laughing at your clumpsy fall and you narrow your eyes at Junkyu besides you as you pull yourself back into a sitting position.
Jihoon wears a smug expression on his stupidly handsome face, not bothering of hiding his identity as your assaulter. You throw the plushie back at him with force, but he catches it nevertheless, laughing at your annoyed face.
"Are you back with us?"
"I never left in the first place!" you speak between your teeth, still annoyed at his squishy attack.
You know he hears it and you know he smirks, but you refuse to look at him as you grab the big bag you were carrying from the beginning and pass it to Junkyu with a soft smile. Junkyu smiles back and opens it excitedly, pulling out a yellow hoodie. His mouth opens wide as he hugs the hoodie to his chest and grins at you.
"Thank you!"
"Wow! Another hoodie to his collection!" Jihoon teases, "Now you can wear a different color every day of the week!"
Junkyu pouts and hugs the hoodie tighter as if protecting it from Jihoon's jokes, "Don't worry Y/n, I love it! Thank you so much!" he reassures you, "I will wear it every day!"
"Or just twice before switching back to your usual black hoodie!"
"Hey!" Junkyu grabs a pillow from beside him and throws it at Jihoon, who protects his face at the last minute by raising his arms over his face. "Don't trash talk my precious, new hoodie!"
Jihoon laughs at Junkyu's growing pout and Junkyu throws another pillow at him, which he deflects again.
"You are just jealous my gift is better than yours!"
"But you got me my gift!"
Junkyu opens his mouth to reply to that before realization hits him and his mouth twists into a horrified expression. Yoshi falls back from laughter, hugging a pillow to his chest and Jihoon raises his eyebrows, challenging Junkyu to go on.
"Whatever! Let's see what great gift you picked for Christmas!" Junkyu changes the subject, too ashamed to face defeat head on.
Your smile drops and you turn to look at Jihoon, who still wears that same smug expression as he turnsmeets your gaze. His smirk widens as he grabs the package he hid behind his back and presents it to you.
Your heart drums against your ribcage, but you keep a cool facade on as you take the gift from his hands, fingers barely brushing against his. Colorful wrapping paper conceals the content of the package and as you rip it open in anticipation, you are left stupefied.
You raise the red dog bowl you found inside your package to take a better look at it and make sure your eyes are not tricking you. Junkyu and Yoshi start laughing loudly; Junkyu going as far as grabbing Jihoon's arm to hold himself from falling back while throwing his head back. Yoshi claps his hands and Jihoon just watches you carefully as you inspect your present.
Honestly? You were expecting something else!
This falls in the same category as Junkyu's and Yoshi's shitty presents from the previous years! At least you didn't get the raw chicken...
You sigh, dissapointed and emotionally exhausted; you went through all that trouble for absolutely no fucking reason!
You turn to Jihoon and give him an unimpressed look, "Really? A dog bowl?"
Your question somehow makes Junkyu burst into a new fit of laughter; his high pitched cackle echoing in the room.
Jihoon bites his bottom lip, barely holding himself back from laughing at your face, "You don't like it?"
"No, no, you are right. It is perfect! Except I don't have a dog!" you smile at him and flutter mockingly your eyelashes at him.
Jihoon bites his lip even harder and you just sigh and rub your forehead, "Thanks for the gift asshole!"
"You are welcome!" his eyes glimmer with mischief, but at least he has suppressed his laughter.
"Hey! Last year I got raw chicken!" Yoshi butts in, "Don't complain for a dog bowl! At least, it's kind of useful."
"Yes. Right. I can use it for my morning cereal. Thanks Jihoon!" you give him your fakest smile and he reciprocates by biting his lips again. This time though he isn't holding back his laugh and though there is mischief in his eyes, it's not the same one as before.
"Goodnight!" you shout as you close the door to Jihoon's room behind you.
A muffled 'goodnight' comes from the side of the living room, where Yoshi is sleeping, whereas a high pitched whine comes as an answer from Junkyu's bedroom. You chuckle as you jump into the bed next to Jihoon's and he tunrs off the lights.
And then... silence.
The silence would be welcoming in any other situation, but right now the silence makes you even more nervous than you already are. You wish you didn't have to sleep in the same room as Jihoon, but this is how you have been sleeping for the past three years whenever you and Yoshi slept over in the boys' flat.
Yoshi had insisted on sleeping on the couch, being the gentleman that he is, while you took the only other bed in the house, which was a pull-out bed under Jihoon's. Junkyu hadn't invested in a trundle bed like Jihoon, leaving limited sleeping places for guests.
So, here you are now, forced to sleep in the same room as Jihoon; who could as well be considered a victim of your poor choices. Although, one could argue you were also a victim of his stupid gift giving, but who is counting?
You sigh as you try to clear your mind of any thoughts, but it comes out louder than you intended it to be.
"Is it so bad that you had to share the room with me?" you hear Jihoon ask from the bed next to yours and he sounds almost sincere.
"Yes!" you quickly respond and when no answer comes from his side you realize that you might have been a bit harsh, "Maybe think more next time you get someone a gift rather than just trying to be funny!" this is still a bit harsh, but at least you clear that you are talking about the Secret Santa and not something else!
"Are you sure that's what's on your mind?" Jihoon asks and you hear him shifting in his bed sheets.
You are relieved that the room is dark and that he can't see you right now because you feel your face slowly warming up. You shift your weight in the bed, pulling the covers closer to your face in case he has the bright idea of turning on the lights.
"What else would there be?" you go on defense because that's the only option in your mind right now. You are not talking about that!
You stay stiff as you wait for his reply, but it never comes.
You hold your breath, thinking for a moment that he maybe fell asleep in the middle of the conversation and that you managed to avoid doing the talk. His breathing is indeed stable and after a minute or two has passed without an answer, you allow yourself to relax. You turn your back to his apparently sleeping form and close your own eyes, trying to catch some sleep.
You hear the springs under his bed creak as he changes position, but you pay them no attention when suddenly you feel your mattress dip at the edge. Before your mind can catch up to the situation, you feel the warmth of Jihoon's body in your back as a hand is placed in front of your face.
Your eyes open wide and you inhale sharply as you feel Jihoon's breath next to your ear. You stay as still as possible, hoping that you could maybe disappear, but your wish stays unfulfilled.
It takes him a moment before he finally whispers in your ear, "I think you know what I am talking about." his voice is steady and composed and unlike you he seems like he knows what he is doing.
"I don't." your voice comes out small and phoney compared to his and you can hear him smirk next to your ear, "If you are refering to the kiss, then you should know that I just did that to get a better present from you." you add, this time a bit louder, trying to throw him off.
"You don't really believe that."
You hate how your words don't seem to affect him at total!
"I do. And yet after all that trouble your gift still sucked!" you are meaner than usual, but he has cornered you and has left you no other choice.
For a moment, Jihoon stays silent and you actually start to worry if you maybe were a bit too harsh.
"Jihoon I-"
Your breath catches in your throat as the hand that he had on the pillow next to your head, retreats to his side before snaking around your waist, pulling you flat against his chest. He nuzzles his face in your nape, not minding your hair that tickle his nose and cheeks.
You are not new to the famous Jihoon back hug -especially when it's bed time- but the cuddle feels off considering its timing. Suddenly, you feel like it's hard to breath, his scent filling your nostrils; it's almost intoxicating. Did he always smell that good?
"If it means nothing, then you don't mind cuddling before sleep, right?"
You gulp, "No."
You are way too stiff to match your answer, but Jihoon doesn't pay mind to that as he tightens his grip over you.
"I am so glad the kiss didn't mean anything." he says, but you feel his hand creeping lower, "I was afraid that it would make things awkward between us, considering how you were acting today." his hand passes your stomach and reaches the beginning of you pajama pants, where it stops.
You want to tell him that your behavior was perfectly normal today and you were anything but awkward around him, but not only your words are stuck in your throat, but you also lean on his touch. His hand radiates heat so close to your core and your ass involuntarily presses against his pelvis.
"I would say that if I didn't get the impression that you were lying through your teeth!"
He presses his hand a bit more firmly in your lower stomach and you feel wetness pooling between your legs. You try to control your breathing by inhaling through your nose but it doesn't make your chest heave less intensely.
"I also have the impression you would rather have my hand somewhere else." he whispers in your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine as his hand starts moving in circles over your lower stomach.
And then he moves down, cupping your pussy over your pajama pants. Your breath hitches in your throat before a quiet moan escapes your lips. Jihoon chuckles next to your ear, his teeth grazing your skin behind the ear and you struggle to restrain yourself from moaning his name.
Now that it came to this, you guess there is no point in denying it any more!
Your hand flies down to your legs, grabbing his hand and pulling it upwards. Jihoon's eyes widen as for a second he thinks he misjudged you and that he acted hurriedly when you shock him by pushing his hand under your pajama pants. In your hurry, you place his hand over your underwear, but Jihoon's lets out a quiet groan, feeling the wet patch on your panties.
He pushes two fingers against the thin fabric of your underwear, exactly over your vagina, making you jerk your hips. His fingers move in circles; the wet fabric being the only thing seperating them from your cunt. His free hand slips under your body and gets a hold of your right breast; again over your pajama top.
He kneads your boob, fingers digging into it over the fabric and you whine as you arch your back against his body. The lack of contact with your skin is making you beyond frustrated.
"Jihoon!" you cry, "Please!"
You know your cries are effective when both of his hands stop moving and only his grip tightens. You whimper as he clenches harder at your breast and you hear his breathing becoming frantic.
"Look at you, begging already!" he breaths out and his right hand slides under your blouse, "How can I say no when you are being such a good girl?" he hums as his fingers wrap around your breast, finally digging into soft skin.
You gasp and push your hips back, waiting for his other hand to slip under your underwear and enter your tight hole. When his hand doesn't badge, you push your ass against his crotch once more, but he still doesn't move.
He laughs quietly at your desperation and his hand squeezes your boob, index finger brushing against your nipple, "You want my fingers that bad?"
You nod frantically and he bites his bottom lip as the corners of his mouth stretch into a grin, "Such a greedy girl! And to imagine that a few hours ago you didn't even want my lips!"
You feel the caress of his lips on your ear helix and your mouth falls open, but no sounds come out.
"N-No!" you manage to blurt out, stuttering as he twists your nipple between his fingers.
"Hm? What was that?" he smirks and presses his thumb over your clit.
You squirm, squeezing your legs tighter together for some much needed friction, "I want your lips!"
"Where?"
You whine as he still refuses to touch you properly, moving your hips back and hoping that maybe you can push him over the edge before he pushes you. You can feel his erection rubbing your backside; his pajama pants doing nothing to conceal it.
He grabs your hip and steadies your movements, his voice lowering in volume, "Where?!"
You are close to crying at this point, too embarrassed to say the word, yet too aroused to continue the banter with Jihoon.
"Here." you hiccup as you point at your cunt.
"Ah, here? Why didn't you say so?" he asks you innocently and as you are about to curse him for teasing you so much, he pushes your panties aside and enters two fingers in your vagina.
A broken moan leaves your lips as you finally -finally- feel some relief on you aching pussy. Jihoon shoves his fingers knuckles deep inside you and then curls them, finding your sweet spot and aiming at it every time.
"You take my fingers so good though. Are you sure you want my lips too?" he speaks in a hoarse whisper, "Aren't my fingers enough for you?" he asks as he thrusts his fingers roughly inside, making your whole body jolt with every shove.
"I love your fingers!" you moan as his thumb sweeps over your clit.
He synchronizes his monements, curling his fingers inside your tight walls while his thumb strokes your clit. You shudder when his nail scrapes your sensitive bud and Jihoon repeats the motion, only to have you shivering beside him.
"Ah, Jihoon!" you cry out loud, feeling a familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach as you become more sensitive by each passing second.
"Shh! You don't want the others to hear, do you?" he reminds you as he catches your hard nipple between his fingers and twists it roughly, "You seemed so concerned they would find out something had happened between us. Tch, you even went as far as denying my kiss in the kitchen!"
You are not oblivious to the meaning of his words, but as he presses his hard-on on your ass and fucks you with his fingers, you find yourself too weak to form a coherent response. You only bite your lip and shut your eyes, in a hopeless attempt to stay quiet. You don't last for long as he slides a third finger in your cunt.
Jihoon removes his hand from under your pajama top and slaps it over your mouth. His pace quickens and he fingers your ruthlessly, making you bite on his palm to contain your moans. You are surprised he doesn't even hiss as your teeth dig into his skin. Rather, you feel his dick twitch under his clothes and he jerks his hips forward, to dry hump you.
Your eyes water and a few tears land on the sheets as your walls clamp around him and you feel like you are about to burst from arousal.
"Are you gonna cum?" he asks breathless and you nod your head, a sob catching in the back of your throat.
You shut your eyes, ready to embrace your orgasm when suddenly you feel empty. You clench around nothing and your pussy throbs at the abrupt lack of friction. A sound between a whine and a cry abandons your lips and you realize that there is no hand to cover your moans any more.
The mattress shifts behind you and you turn around to see Jihoon crawl back to his bed, like nothing had happened. You watch him wide eyed as he lies down and even pulls the bedcovers up. The moment he brings the blankets to his chin, you snap out of it and jump up.
You sit on his lap over the covers, a shiver traveling up your spine as your pussy comes in contact with his still erected dick even under all those layers.
"Jihoon!" you whine, exasperated fisting the blankets.
"You want to cum?" he asks you bluntly as he moves his hand to rest behind his head.
His question takes you off guard before you feel your arousal slide down your thighs and are reminded of the orgasm you never had, "Y-Yes! So bad!"
"Then use your fingers!"
You look at him dumpfounded, not believing a word he just said. But, when he doesn't move, you whine and crawl towards him. You sit on his belly and lean closer to his face, ready to do anything if it means you can feel him again.
Your hand ghosts over his crotch and your mouth almost waters even at the thought of jerking him off. There is no way he can continue playing hard to get if you have your hands or mouth wrapped around him!
"Jihoon, please!" you beg, but this time it doesn't seem to work.
Jihoon raises himself on his elbows, his eyes gleaming with mischief as removes your hand from his election. He grips your chin between two fingers and pulls your face closer to his, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
"If you want to cum…" he speaks in a velvety voice, "Then use your fingers. I am not helping you!"
You lips tremble as you hear his words, a pout forming on them. Jihoon smiles smugly and pecks your lips before closing the distance between you again, grabbing your bottom lip that sticks out between his teeth and pulling it slightly.
"Next time be a good girl and leave the pranks to me baby!"
Summary: Friends help each other and what better help could you possibly offer than posing nude for Asahi when he can't find a model for his nude painting project?
Word count: 8.8k
Warnings: explicit sexual content, nudity, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, Asahi and reader are crackheads, Asahi and his longer hair being a threat to humanity
As soon as Asahi walks into the cafe, you can tell that something is wrong. He spots you the moment he pushes open the heavy glass door and immediately heads to your table. You watch him as he rushes towards you, flopping down in the chair in front of you and letting his shoulder bag fall to the floor. You bring your mug of hot chocolate to your lips and carefully sip the thick liquid as Asahi rubs his face with both hands, causing his glasses to be pushed upwards.
"Can I get you something?"
Asahi removes his face from his palms, his glasses falling back into their place as he turns to look at the waitress that was quick to come to his aid.
"Iced Americano please!" Asahi's drawls and the waitress nods, giving him a small smile before leaving.
Your eyes follow the waitress as she gives his order to the barista, only to turn and see Asahi massaging his eyes. He sighs again and pushes his hair back and out of his eyes. You find the action extremely attractive and you mentally thank his morning drowsiness for probably being the cause of his forgotten headband.
"So…" you begin saying as you let your mug down, "...let me guess. Late night painting or Jeongwoo's and Haruto's loud asses kept you up all night." you grin as you rest your chin on your palm.
"Neither!" he groans and leans on his chair, "I have to hand in a painting in three days and I still don't know what to draw!"
"You still don't have a theme?"
At that, Asahi pauses and looks at you before averting his eyes, one hand scratching the back of his neck, "That's not exactly the problem…"
You titl your head and pick up your mug again taking small sips, "Then what is it?"
"Eh…"
This could be the most awkward you have seen Asahi act in a while and Asahi rarely acts awkward. Weird, yes! But, awkward? Not really. You can't help but be curious of what caused him to be so uneasy in front of you as you watch him fidget in his seat.
"I have to draw nude…"
You choke on a mouthful of hot chocolate and quickly set your cup on the table not to spill any of the drink as you are violently coughing. You are gulping down a glass of water and Asahi is furiously blushing when the waitress returns with his coffee.
"One Iced Americano!" she says brightly before reading the room, hastily leaving.
Asahi takes a swallow of coffee as you finally manage to calm down and look at him. A red tint is still visible in his cheeks even though he tries to seem unbothered.
"Nude?"
"Well not nude as in me being nude but yeah…" Asahi finally turns to face you, "Basically, I am having real trouble finding my model."
You stare at him, still unsure of what is the right thing to reply to that and Asahi scratches his neck, tension building up once again. You drum your fingers on your mug and focuse on the cars passing outside the window.
"Did you ask any of the boys?"
"Well, yes and no!" Asahi seems to relax a bit at the slight change of topic as he leans back on his chair, "Jaehyuk would probably agree, but he is visiting his parents this week and I don't think we can videocall this! Then there was an attempt with Haruto and Jeongwoo…"
"An attempt?" you giggle, raising an eyebrow at him now that the mood has lightened.
"Yeah…They said no! A definite no. No second thoughts, no reconsidering. They said that only over their dead bodies they would pose for a nude painting that would be displayed in front of the whole class!" Asahi laughes but then his expression turns a bit bitter, "So, I guess I am failing it."
He shrugs and drinks a bit of coffee, silence falling once more between the two of you. You are whirling the remaing of your hot chocolate with your spoon when the words come out of your mouth.
"I can do it."
Asahi stops moving, his straw still hanging from his lips as he stares at you wide-eyed. You keep swirling your drink, seemingly calm but inside your head there is only chaos. Your heart is beating hard against your chest to the point you think that not only Asahi, but also the people nearby your table can clearly hear it.
Why would you say that? you scream inside your head, barely holding back from hitting yourself or face planting the table.
You raise your eyes and look at him sitting utterly dumbfounded across the table, staring at you like you grew a second head. Well, fuck it now you said it, you can't go back.
"I can model for you."
Oh, God that sounded so wrong!
You just want to hide your face in your hands and stay like that forever. Instead of doing that though, you keep still, waiting for him to turn down your proposal and then you can say that it was just a joke and laugh about it.
"You would do that?"
"Uh…" you are lost for words as Asahi actually sounds excited.
"Are you free tomorrow afternoon?" he asks and you feel like your brain is failing at comprehending what is happening.
"Wait!" you raise your hands in front of you and look at him dead in the eye, "Are we really doing that?"
Now Asahi seems to be the confused one, "Yes?" he furrows his eyebrows, "...No?"
You hesitate and it doesn't go unnoticed by him.
"If you don't want to do it it's fine, you don't have to-"
"No, sorry, I just-" you wave your hand in front of you, "I just-" not going back now, "I will do it, there is no problem." you manage to smile despite the chaos in your mind.
Asahi doesn't seem conviced, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, don't worry. I will pose for you, you will pass your class and everyone will be happy!" you play the laid back card as you lean on your chair and grin at him.
Asahi is still furowing his eyebrows, but seeing you so persistent, he relaxes his muscles and takes a sip of his coffee; his eyes scanning your face for even a hint of regret. But, at this point you have convinced yourself that this is not such a bad idea as you thought of it at first.
This was a terrible idea.
You are sitting alone in Asahi's room wearing only a white robe; his white robe. It isn't the fact that you are in his room that makes you uneasy, nor is the fact that you are mostly naked apart from the robe.
Not that this makes the situation any easier!
It is more the reason why you are in his room, wearing his robe, waiting for him to come inside.
At any moment now, Asahi will come inside and you will remove the robe, letting him paint you naked for one of his classes. Not what you would call an everyday interraction between friends!
You close your eyes, take a deep inhale and then you exhale from the mouth, trying to ease your nerves. Opening your eyes, you attempt to find comfort in the familiar paintings hanging on the wall in front of you, as you have seen them a million times by now. Most of them are Asahi's paintings for some of his university classes, but others were drawn by him in his spare time. You were there for most of the part to see him create these, while others were hanging on his walls way before you two became friends.
Somehow staring at them and the dark blue walls you know so well, makes you forget the reason you are here today and instead you reminisce about the happy times you have spent with Asahi between these four walls. That is until the door opens with a click and Asahi walks in hesitantly; at first not looking at you, but after noticing you are still wearing the robe, he raises his eyes from the floor. He leaves his brushes next to his tall canva and turns to you.
"I am ready."
The words echoe in your ears and you gulp. You wish that he doesn't notice that your hands tremble slightly as you grab the rope of the garment, ready to untie it.
"Uh I-" he tenses and takes a step backwards, averting his stare from you, "I will wait outside. When you are ready call me in!" he basically runs out of the room, banging the door behind him and you are left staring at the closed door wide eyed.
Even in the empty room, your heart keeps pounding against your chest as you let the robe fall to the floor. You quietly fold it and put it aside. You stare at his bed for a moment before gathering the courage and climbing on top of it. His bedsheets are soft and they are smelling exactly like him. You let your hands wander, feeling the smooth fabric, before you mentally slap yourself.
What are you doing?
You retrieve your hand and move around trying to decide on the best pose. You have agreed with Asahi that you will pose in a way that will pretty much cover your intimate parts, so that you won't have to expose yourself to him or his class. Although, you can't deny that as you are trying to find the ideal position, the thought of posing more seductively crosses your mind.
The thought is gone as quickly as it came, considering that Asahi would probably have a heart attack and your friendship would never be able to recover from that! And also because you don't have the guts to try something bold like that.
In the end, you settle with a sitting position; your legs laying on your right side, one thigh slightly higher than the other to cover your genital area while one arm supports your weight and the other hides your breasts. You nervously inhale, easing your breathing as you try to appear calm and collected. You can hear Asahi pacing up and down on ther other side of the door, which makes a new wave of distress wash over you.
"C-Come in."
You curse under your breath for not sounding determined enough, but every thought quickly empties your head as the door opens and Asahi steps in. Even before coming inside the room, his cheeks are painted a light red, his eyes scanning the floor as if he is meticulously searching for something; fortunately missing the way you gulp. He reaches his canva and only then he lifts his eyes to look at you.
If his face had a light blush before, now the blush turns to a vivid red color as blood instantly rushes to his face. You feel your own cheeks heat up, betting that their color matched that of a tomato. Asahi clears his throat and dips a brush in the water next to him, selecting a few paint tubes from his stash.
"We will start now…" he says quietly and begins drawing a rough sketch of you with his pencil.
You stay still as Asahi starts drawing, trying to be as helpful as you can. But every time Asahi leans away from his canva to look at you, taking measurements with the head of his pencil, you feel your throat becoming dry and goosebumps appearing on your skin. That lasts for about 8 hours -short breaks included- and you definitely count them as some of the hardest 8 hours of your life.
You spent all these hours in silence, with a few exceptions while the tension could easily be cut by a knife. Every time you took a break, Asahi would leave the room, letting you stretch and walk around before returning without a word and continuing the painting. Even when you did a lunch break, Asahi and you ate silently, in contrast to your usual bubbly conversations over food.
At some point Asahi set down his brush and looked at you, telling you that he had finished and that you should get dressed. He still wanted to add a few details on the painting, but he said he could do those on himself, eager to end this day. You had quickly gotten dressed and muttered a quiet goodbye to Asahi as you practically run towards the door of his apartment, bumping into Haruto on your way out, but you were too stressed to apologize or even greet him.
As you walk further away from Asahi's shared flat, you recall again the events of the day, getting more and more embarrashed by the minute. You hide your burning cheeks with your hands, feeling how hot they became while wishing that Asahi would pass his class and you would both forget about it.
You stare wide eyed at your cellphone that is ringing; the name of the caller overly familiar. It has been two days since you went to Asahi's place to pose for him and since then you two haven't talked or even texted each other.
But, now he is calling you. And you are freaking out!
"H-Hey…" you pick up the phone and immediately regret it. Maybe you can just end the call and maybe he will think that you actually never answered?
The other line is silent for a bit and for a moment you wonder if you have really accepted the call. Just then, Asahi's voice rings through your ears.
"I got an F."
You freeze. What?
"What?!"
"The professor said that the painting was too constrained…"
What?!
"But…isn't he the one always praising your paintings for their boldness?" you pace up and down on the campus, your moves becoming more nervous as a sinking feeling settles in your chest.
"What are you going to do?" you ask before he has the chance to reply to your previous question.
"I need to make another painting if I don't want to fail the class."
You abruptly stop moving. There you are, standing still in the middle of the campus grounds, gaping like a fish.
"And I need to submit it by the end of the week."
"That's why I called…" you never react and Asahi takes that opportunity to continue, "I need you to pose for me again."
"...If you would like." he adds when he still gets no answer.
"Uh…" you are still processing the situation when he bombards you with the offer and your brain just seems to shut down for a moment.
How would you do this?
Yes, Asahi needs your help, but things were so awkward last time! You hadn't even talked or seen each other for two days because of how absurd the situation was. And now he needs you to do that again!?
You bite your lip and look around you in frustration, as if one of the passing students can save you from this mess.
"Isn't there anybody else who…" you slowly cut your sentence in half, knowing that he wouldn't be asking you this if he had any other choice. You can hear Asahi's nervous breathing from the other side of the line and you feel your throat dry and your heart sink.
You close your eyes and sigh, "Is tomorrow fine with you?"
Once again, you find yourself sitting on Asahi's bed, wearing his robe, waiting for him. You close your eyes and take deep breaths to calm your nerves. How did things turn out like that?!
You shake your head to make the thought go away. You have done this before; you can do it again! You snap your eyes open, determined to make this work this time.
Muffled voices echo behind the door and you recognize them before the door swings open, revealing Jaehyuk and a very flushed Asahi. You bring your hands closer to your body, suddenly feeling a bit exposed as you were not expecting to encounter Jaehyuk.
Jaehyuk however doesn't roam his eyes over your form or act weird upon seeing you. Instead he smiles brightly and tilts his head, happy to see you.
"Hey! I was just telling Asahi that I am heading out, so he should better behave!" he glances at Asahi, who is holding the doorknob and is having the worst time of his life, "If you need anything call me!"
"Yes, okay, bye." Asahi mutters hurriedly, closing the door on Jaehyuk's face.
"Have fun! Bye!" Jaehyuk manages to utter before the door slams shut.
Asahi stands beside it for a moment, his ears red from embarrassment, before he walks behind his canva. He chooses his brushes and colors for the painting, hands slightly shaking from his distress. He rubs his face with one hand, pushing his glasses upwards before they fall back in place and sighs dramatically.
He raises his head to look at you and his eyes widen, "S-Sorry I forgot you have to take off the robe!"
He takes a few steps towards the door, "I will go outside!"
"No, wait!"
Your hands fly in front of you as in to stop him and Asahi halts. He furrows his eyebrows and looks at you baffled. You feel the tension leaving your shoulders as you lower your hands back to your lap.
"I think…" you start, fingers fiddling among them, "...that you should be here while I undress."
Asahi's eyes widen and you panic.
Wrong phrasing you idiot!
"Not in a- I mean that-" you stumble on your words, feeling heat rising to your face and neck.
You take a deep breath and lock your eyes with his, "That sounded very bad."
Asahi nods, "It totally did."
You sigh and scratch your neck nervously, "I meant that, last time you failed exactly because of this!"
Asahi tilts his head to the side, like he is trying to understand your point.
"We were so afraid of facing each other and the situation and- and we just acted so childish!" you run your mouth and now that you started it seems impossible to stop, "It's not like we haven''t seen a naked body before! And you are an artist! You will see hundreds more naked bodies in your life! And- and it's not like I haven't seen myself naked before!"
Okay, maybe you were a bit getting out of hand.
"So, why can't we act like adults and strip naked?! Huh? It doesn't make sense!" you take a breath and point a finger at him, "I will take this robe off and you will decide on the pose and I don't care if I have to model with my legs open or my anus showing, I will do it and you will draw the fuck out of me! Because that's what real friends do!" you finish your mess of a speech, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.
Asahi looks at you and blinks once, twice, before he bursts out laughing. You feel your cheeks flush, yet scowl at him and cross your arms over your chest.
"What's so funny?"
Asahi has almost doubled over from laughter as he grabs his knees for support. He makes eye contact as his laughter slowly dies out and he straightens up.
"You are right. If we are doing this, we should do it properly."
All of a sudden, he is serious again and that doesn't help with your nerves. At least, the atmosphere has undeniably lighten up.
"Right."
You gulp and hop off the bed, standing before him, with only a few meters separating the two of you. You grab the ends of the rope and pull, untying the robe. Suddenly, all of your previous confidence evaporates in thin air and you feel vulnerable again.
Asahi is watching you with pursed lips, his eyes following your every move. You haven't done anything similar to this before and especially not with Asahi! You have been close since the beginning of your friendship two years ago, but never like that!
Too late to back off now you remind yourself and with a deep breath you push the robe over your shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
Your face is burning up, but you don't stray your gaze from Asahi. He takes a sharp breath and you notice the light tremble in his hands before he closes them in tight fists. You stare at each other for about half a minute, his eyes taking in all of you while yours stay mostly focused on his face. Asahi's face has turned red and he gulps audibly before he looks down.
We should do it properly.
"How should I pose?"
You are surprised at yourself for sounding so calm and Asahi snaps his head towards you, He looks around him then at his canva and then back at you. He is certainly not as unbothered as you.
"Eh…"
He steps behind his canva and stares at it, lost in his thoughts. You wait till he snaps out of it before shyly making his way to you. His face is still red and his eyes are focusing everywhere but on you.
"Lay down so that your head faces the canva and your legs are close to the wall."
You do as he says, lying down on the bed from the side and bending your knees, as there isn't enough space for your legs in this angle. You throw your head back, at the edge of the mattress and look straight at the canva.
"Like that?"
"Uh, kind of, yes." Asahi seems hesitant as he inspects you, "Your knees are nice like that. Can you open them a bit more? And place your left hand at the edge of the bed next to your head?"
You move around, following his instructions and bite your lips as cold air hits your vagina. You can't deny that you feel overexposed; you never imagined you would pose like this, even if you claimed to be comfortable with your legs open. Asahi looks like the confident one now as he guides you and you submit to his requests.
"Uh, can I...?" Asahi cuts his question in half, but you understand what he wants from the way his hands reach towards your body.
"Don't worry. You can touch me."
You look into his eyes as you utter the words and try to keep your blush to a minimum.
"Change whatever you don't like."
Asahi nods after a moment and moves next to you. You watch him as he fixes the position of your hand and then grabs your chin, pushing it a bit higher. His touch is gentle and your eyes meet as he moves your head a bit.
You stare at each other and for a second it feels like there is more to the light touches and long stares. But, then Asahi turns his head away and leans forward to reach your legs.
And it is at that exact moment, when Asahi's lower body is close enough to your face and visible from the angle you are placed, that you notice it. That you notice the bulge in his cotton pants.
Asahi is hard.
Asahi is hard!
Asahi is hard because of you!
You gulp and take deep breaths, but it doesn't stop you from staring at his boner. You feel his hands spread your legs even wider and your pussy clenches around nothing. Your legs slip away from his hold and press together, in an attempt to hide your glistening folds from him. Asahi, thinking you moved out of sole instinct, grabs your knees and pulls your legs apart.
"N-No, wait-" your voice is hoarse, but you are too late.
Asahi's gaze locks with your cunt and he immediately notices the thick liquid oozing of it. His head whirls to face yours and you gape at each other, both of your chests heaving as you breathe hard.
He studies your face and his eyes widen when you glance at his hard on, realization hitting him. You slowly raise your head from the mattress while you mantain eye contact, hundred of thoughts swirling in your head. Now that it came to this, maybe it is finally time to be a bit bold!
You slide your hands over his and slowly, as if testing the waters, you guide them from your knees, towards your pussy. Asahi doesn't resist you, but maybe he is just too stunned to actually react. His eyes just follow your hands, lips pursed and Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows his own saliva. When you pass your mid-thigh though, he pulls slightly away, like he is unsure of what you are about to do.
And for a second you are worried that you took it too far, that you ruined your friendship -or whatever it was that you were having right now- and everything that came with it. But, when you look into his eyes, you see that they have dilated with nothing but lust. You recognize the flicker of worry that passes by them and you squeeze his hands in reassurance.
"I told you. You can touch me."
Asahi's eyes widen and he takes a sharp breath from the mouth. You give him a nod and a small smile and Asahi closes his gaping mouth, clenching his teeth.
That was all Asahi needed to hear.
His eyes are back on the lower part of your body and his hands glide all the way down to your pussy; long fingers catching your inner folds and parting them open. He turns to look at you as two of his fingers massage your pussy, gathering some of your fluids and smoothly move them on top of your clit.
Your mouth opens and a loud moan slips past your lips, as you feel his fingers circle your sensitive bud. The feeling is unreal; the fact that Asahi is the one touching you is unreal! You honestly can't believe this is really happening and it's not just another fantasy of yours, like all the others that you have had these past few months.
Suddenly, two slender fingers slip inside you and you immediately clench around them. His thumb stays on your clit as his fingers lazily fuck you. This time you can't help but throw your head back on the mattress, his hard-on coming into your view again.
In between your moans, you manage to raise your hand and palm him over his pants. The fabric is relatively thin and you can feel all of him under your palm. Asahi let's out a low groan and he curls his fingers inside you, his long digits hitting your walls, making you squirm.
Your hands fly to his belt and try to unbuckle it; a bit of a struggle with your face staring at his crotch upside down. You whine and Asahi actually chuckles. You stop and raise your eyes to look at him, only to find him smiling down at you with that stupid, closed-mouth grin of his.
You furrow your eyebrows in annoyance and tug him towards you by his still-intact-belt. Asahi stumbles forward and you place your lips over his clothed bulge, kissing it softly. His dick twitches against your lips and you grin, your hands lowering to grab his hips as you peck his length.
Asahi's fingers loose speed till they go completely numb inside of you as he stares at you, mind blank of logical thoughts. His left hand moves from your thighs to your neck and then at the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair, but not attempting to pull at it. Yet.
You give him a quick glance, lips curling into a smirk as you leave another kiss over his pants, this time an open mouth one. You can feel Asahi loose his footing for a second before he recovers and slightly massages your head with his thump. Your hands go back to his belt and this time you manage to unbuckle it, without separating your lips from his lower body.
With one swift move you pull his belt and drop it to the floor. Excitement arises inside you and you pull away to unbutton his cotton pants with ease. Your lips are back on him the moment his pants fall lower, revealing his underwear. There is a wet stain where Asahi's tip is located and you push your tongue against it, eyes locking with Asahi's as you tease him.
His eyebrow twitches but he doesn't give you the satisfaction of a grand reaction. Instead, the fingers between your folds start moving again; slowly sliding in and out of you.
You guess two can play this game and Asahi is not handing you the victory that easily.
Fine. If he wants to play, you will play with him.
You yank down his underwear and his dick springs free, hitting his lower belly. Having been friends with Asahi for a while now, you find it a bit weird to be looking at his erected dick while you lie on his bed in the nude. But, maybe weird is just the upside down angle that you are forced to stare at it from!
Asahi's fingers are still moving inside of you, but slower now as not to distract you from the decision up ahead. You strain your neck and tilt your head a bit in order to take a better look at his cock. You don't touch it though.
"You can touch me."
Asahi's voice is hoarse and it makes you look up at him. It's the first time he talked since you started getting handsy.
His cheeks are flushed, a rare sight on his pale skin, while he is gaping at you. His long, black hair is falling messily in front of his eyes and his glasses have fallen a bit lower on his nose as he hasn't bothered pushing them up.
Not breaking eye contact, you push yourself off your current position and stand on his bed with your knees. His hands fall limply by his sides and he doesn't reach out to you, waiting for your next move. You can see the curiosity in Asahi's eyes as you grab the sides of his glasses and put them back on the root of his nose.
You beam with pleasure and Asahi is left staring at you, before his eyes flicker to your lips. Your smile fades as you follow his gaze, lips parting open as you stare at his own mouth. He slightly leans forward, but he doesn't close the distance between you.
You are both still so nervous, it is ridiculous!
You tilt you head to the side and touch his lips with yours in a light peck. None of you move your lips; you just stay still, lips touching each other in a shy peck. You pull back and open your eyes. Asahi keeps his own closed for a bit more, savouring the kiss, before they flutter open.
You look at him and the only thought swirling in your mind is how soft his lips were and how much you want to kiss him again!
You wish he is thinking the same as your hands rise from your sides and you place them on his shoulder. Your touch is gentle, almost feather-light as if you are afraid that if you put more pressure you might scare him away. You tilt your head again and connect your lips with his as tenderly as the first time.
Asahi inhales in your kiss and his palms brush your sides before settling on your love handles. You break the kiss and look at him while mantaining your hold on his shoulders. His fingertips press a bit in your sides and he holds your gaze.
You bite your lip and lean to kiss him again, pushing harder against him. Asahi is taken by surprise and you take advantage of his open mouth to flick your tongue over his bottom lip. You pull back again and it is Asahi's time to surprise you by making the first move. The grip on your love handles tightens and he pulls you closer as he captures your lips.
You become breathless as the kiss becomes more and more heated. You don't expect Asahi to be the kind of guy that bites your lip to make you open your mouth wider for his tongue to slip inside, but today is full of surprises! You nails claw at his shoulder blades while he tugs you tighter against him, nipples pressed hard against his clothed chest.
His glasses slip lower again and when you feel them hit the bridge of your nose, you laugh. You move your face back and try to put them back to their place when he stops you.
"Wait!" he grabs them and places them aside on his nightstand, before turning back to you, "I don't want them to break."
You raise your eyebrows at him and giggle, "Are you afraid I will break them?" you say as you tug at his t-shirt for more emphasis.
"I don't want them getting in the way."
"What way?" you say breathless and tug at his t-shirt again.
You pull harder this time and Asahi tries to steady himself by putting one knee on the bed. But, his pants, that are still pooling on his ankles, make him stumble and fall forward. He manages to put his hands on the mattress and not fall entirely on top of you as you fall with him; hand still gripping his t-shirt.
You stare at each other, chests heaving as the position you find yourselves slowly dawns on you. A deep red blush spreads across Asahi's face and by the heat rising to your face, you are sure you aren't in a better situation.
You open your palm and let go of his blouse, placing your arm back on the bed for better balance. You don't break eye contact with Asahi as you are lifting yourself on your elbows under him, anticipating his reaction. His eyes seem to follow your every move and the atmosphere has changed again.
You wet your lips and you are pleased to see that the gesture has caught Asahi's attention. Slowly, you crawl backwards on the bed, turning towards the headboard and Asahi trails after you. He pushes off his slippers and lets his cotton pants fall to the floor before he gets on the bed, as to prevent another clumsy incident happening.
When your back hits the headboard you bite your lip and wait until Asahi is within reach. You are about to grab his t-shirt and bring his lips to yours when you notice his eyes taking in your form, from head to toe. And just like that, all the confidence inside of you evaporates, leaving you embarrassed again!
You snap your legs closed as his eyes wander between them and you take a sharp breath, "I-"
You don't get to finish your sentence as you rise to your knees, ready to jump off the bed. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe you shouldn't be doing this! You start doubting the situation and yourself again as your need of flee gets more prominent.
You want this, but why do you keep backing down?!
You have fucking wanted this for so long so why are you now-
Asahi's arms snake around your thighs the moment you attempt to get on your feet and force you back on your knees. You gasp and look down at him, holding you in place and staring at you with a blank look before he turns to look ahead of him. Straight to your pussy!
Your eyes widen and you press your thighs together, harder than before. Asahi looks up at you again and you feel mushy upon seeing his big, dark eyes and red cheeks.
"If you don't want to do this-"
Oh no.
"-then we can stop."
You shake your head. Oh no!
"You don't have to-"
"I want this!" it comes out of your mouth before you can filter it, but as you stare into his surprised expression that slowly turns to a happy one, you don't feel regret.
You realize he also wants this oh so bad and looking at the situation, it's obvious that it's the only thing on your minds right now. So, you stop yourself from hesitating any further and just… give in.
You take a deep breath and relax your shoulders. You slip your hand over his right one and close your fingers around it, steadily guiding it to your cunt. Asahi's gaze follows the movement of your hands before he locks eyes with you.
You think it's cute that he double checks you so many times as you press his palm against your core. Even subtle, you don't fail to notice the sharp inhale he takes the moment he feels your juices run on his hand, making you needier than before.
You seem to not be the only one that is done with hesitating, as Asahi dips his head towards your entrance, lips wrapping around your clit, giving it a soft kiss. You gasp and your whole body shudders from pleasure as one of Asahi's fingers slips past your folds and enters you.
"Asahi!" his name leaves your lips and instantly his eyes run to your face as he moves back to have a better look at you.
You slowly open your eyes and lower your head as you feel the absence of his lips on your clit. Your gaze meets his own as he keeps pumping his finger inside of you, curving it every time he is knuckles-deep inside of you.
Your mouth hangs open in a quiet moan and Asahi's pupils dilate as he slowly speeds up his movements. The change in pace make you take in a sharp breath and open your mouth wider as your hand flies to Asahi's hair, grabbing it for some kind of stability. He keeps his eyes on you even when he inserts a second finger in you and you pull hard at his hair.
You tug his hair back, exposing his neck as his mouth falls open and he pants in ecstacy. For a moment you look into each others eyes while Asahi's fingers keep moving in and out of you and the room is silent apart from your wet sounds.
That is before he slowly moves his head towards your pussy; his eyes still boring on you, your hand still tangled on his black locks. You watch as his mouth opens, tongue darting out, connecting with your clit and you moan his name again; loud and clear as the first time.
This time though, Asahi doesn't let your cry distract him. His free hand rises and grabs on your hip, yanking you closer to his mouth as he flicks your clit with his tongue. The two fingers that are thrusting in and out of your pussy suddenly stop, as he starts curving them inside you, pushing them as deep as he can.
Broken moans and whimpers of his name escape your lips as your grip on his hair tightens. Your thighs start to shake as he keeps hitting that sensitive spot with his fingers. You are sure you are going to cum any minute now and you shut your eyes as you try to concentrate on your release.
A small whine gets caught in the back of your throat as Asahi's mouth leaves your clit for a second time this afternoon, but it is quickly replaced by his thumb. You are not sure what he is trying to do but your mind clears of any thoughts the moment you feel his lips on yours.
You gasp surprised and open your eyes. The sight you find facing you is one you could only have dreamt about; Asahi's face is tinted in a light pink as his soft lips move against yours, his eyes fluttered shut and his eyelids casting long shadows on his upper cheeks. Your eyes remain open as you admire him for the first time up close. But as his hand on your hip raises to cup your cheek gently and his head dips to the side to deepen the kiss, you realize you can't keep your eyelids open any longer.
Your hands wrap around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into the locks at his nape and you drown all of your moans inside his mouth. Asahi can feel every vibration, move and sound you make as his fingers keep fucking you faster and faster till your thighs are trembling violently and your walls are tightening around him.
You are so close now. So close to finally cumming. When he suddenly brings his movements almost to a stop!
You choke on your own saliva at the change of pace as his fingers lazily move inside of you. You buckle your hips in an obvious attempt at stimulation, but Asahi doesn't pick up the speed. Instead he breaks the kiss, getting a good look at your displeased pout and furrowed eyebrows.
You whine and grab his hand in between your legs, trying to make it move when Asahi lowers himself on the bed. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulls you down along with him until he is sitting on the bed and you are hovering a few centimeters over him.
You stare at him wide eyed as he pulls you a bit closer. You look down and gasp when you realize he is guiding you so that you are hovering over his erected dick. You look back at him as you breath deeply; this is happening. This is happening!
He ever so slowly lowers you towards him and you shift your knees on either side of him as you move your body down. You halt when the tip of his dick touches your folds and you look at him, only to see his Adam's apple bob and his lips quiver. You don't break eye contact as you start moving again; his dick sliding into your vagina easily with how wet you are.
You sigh and throw your head back when his length is all the way inside of you. You bring your hands to his shoulders when you realize he is still wearing that damn t-shirt while you have been naked for all this time. You fist his t-shirt and tug at it, but Asahi doesn't seem to understand what you are trying to tell him.
"Asahi!" you whine as you tug at his clothing again and he chuckles as he realizes what you are expecting him to do.
You manage to pull his t-shirt over his head with a bit of help from him, but as you do so, you shift your weight as you straddle his hips. You choke a moan as you feel his dick shift inside you and you try to stay still as you toss his blouse across the room.
Asahi notices the way your face crinkles when your hips move forward and he caresses your cheek with his knuckles. You lean on his touch before his other hand finds your face and he cups it with both hands, bringing you closer for a soft kiss. He plants a second kiss to your lips and then a third as his hands leave your cheeks and move down your body, gently brushing your neck, your collarbones, the curve of your breasts, until they settle on your hips again.
You moan against Asahi's mouth as he roll your hips on his before he begins lifting your body up and down. Asahi isn't too big, but that doens't mean he isn't stretching you out nicely; his dick brushing against your walls as he fucks you gently. You take deep breaths from your mouth as you keep your hands on his shoulders, leaning on him for support.
With your eyes tighly shut, you don't notice the hand that heads to your clit until it's too late. You shriek and jump as you are taken by surprise, which results in you dropping on his dick more abruptly than before. Asahi groans loudly as his fingers rub your clit and more blood rushes to your face and neck.
You bring your hips up and sink on his lap roughly, causing another loud groan to leave his lips. Your face breaks into a sly grin as you stare at Asahi, with his head thrown slightly back, eyes closed firmly and mouth gaped before you repeat the vicious movement. When you replicate the movement for a third time, Asahi opens his eyes and stares into your own mischievous ones as you carry on with that pace.
You are both exhaling deeply as you continue fucking him faster and Asahi helps you not lose speed but grabbing your sides and applying more force. You pant harder by every passing minute, but you still refuse to break eye contact with each other. One of your hands speeds to your clit, finally putting some pressure on it after Asahi became busy with helping you at jumping on his dick.
You grimace as you circle your clit and discover it feels more sensitive than before. You press down Asahi's shoulder with your other hand, trying to keep stable and focus more on your clit; the rest of your movements becoming sloppy, letting Asahi take over. He guides you nicely as his gaze lowers to watch the way his dick goes in and out of your tight hole while your fingers stroke your sensitive bud.
"God…" you slightly open your eyes as your attention snaps back to Asahi who mutters more to himself, "...you are beautiful!"
At that, your eyes fully open and Asahi raises his gaze to look at you. Your whole face is burning up from embarrassment and you bite your lips in an attempt to keep your expressions under control. You are expecting Asahi to change the pace or the position you are into or even stop, but instead of doing any of that, he burries his face in the crook of your neck.
Your face is burning as Asahi trails sloppy, wet kisses on your neck; at some spots even pausing and biting your soft flesh. You gasp for air when in combination with the neck kisses, he slips his hands from your hips to your ass, grabbing the skin there and kneading it. You moan and rub your clit faster, as you feel your high coming closer and closer.
Asahi becomes aware of how your walls clasp around his dick and gives your butt cheeks a tight squeeze, triggering a mewl from you. His left hand glides over yours and starts rubbing at your clit vigorously, like a man desperate, while his right arm snakes around your waist. His grip is firm and he leans you a bit backwards as he uses only one arm to move you on his cock, his hips pounding onto yours.
You cry out loud and intertwine your fingers with his hair. Your mouth falls open and you close your eyes as you feel your walls tightening, that familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Asahi's mouth drops to your breasts, kissing the area around your nipples before giving them each a quick bite; pulling with his teeth the second nipple he gets in his mouth.
"Asahi!" you gasp his name as your muscles relax and a warm liquid flows out of your vagina.
You sigh and close your eyes and Asahi lets go of your nipple. He kisses it better and minimizes his movements, loosening up his hold on you and leaving you enough space to calm down from your high.
He pulls out and you glance down between your bodies, where his dick, still red and erected, is standing. You soothe your breathing and wet your lips; and keeping one hand at his nape, you reach down with your other hand, grabbing his shaft and pumping it.
You turn to stare at him as you jerk him off; watching how his expression changes every time you squeeze him a bit more or move slightly faster. It doesn't take long before Asahi's calm demeanor breaks and you feel a thick liquid run down your fingers.
His dick softens in your hand and you close the gap between your faces as you kiss him one more time. The kiss is short yet slow and as you separate you smile sleepishly at him. Asahi stares into your eyes as he moves back a lock of your hair with his fingers. You blush and look down, realizing that you are still sitting on his lap before you crawl back and sit on the bed instead, right in front of him.
Your knees are almost touching his and you fiddle with your fingers, staring at them like they are the most interesting thing in the world. Now that your sexual intercourse came to an end, it's like it finally downs on you what you actually just did with Asahi. What that actually means!
You bring your legs closer to you and bite your thumb nervously as you raise your eyes to meet his. But, to your surprise, Asahi is staring blankly at you like he just had a revelation before he raises his eyes to meet yours and smiles widely.
"That's it!" he exclaims happily and leans forward to give you a chaste kiss.
"Stay here!" he jumps out of the bed and grabs his underwear, hastily putting it on as he runs out of the room.
You stare dumbfounded as the door bangs closed after Asahi and you stay still like he told you to do. On the other side of the door, you can hear noises as well as Haruto's disgusted screech, probably the moment he encounted Asahi at some point in the corridor. You blink and the corners of your mouth tug slightly upwards as you try to stiffle a giggle.
Asahi runs back into the room, bringing a wet towel with him. He takes a seat next to you on the bed and bites his lip, hesitating before he motions to the towel.
"Can I...?"
You raise your eyebrows as his intentions sink in and you smile at him, "I thought that I made it clear that you can touch me."
Asahi blushes at your choice of words before he nods and starts wiping your thighs, cleaning them from any sticky liquids that are staining them. He tries to be as gentle as he can and when he finishes, he looks at you, dark bangs falling over his eyes.
You blush under his stare and he moves his hair out of his line of vision as he looks at you. He opens his mouth, takes a deep breath and closes it immediately after, like he has trouble finding the right words.
He shakes his head and turns to you again, "Will you… pose for me?"
You tilt your head to the side, a bit confused.
"I think I found a pose I like."
"Oh." is all you say, remebering why you came here in the first place.
"Of course!" you give him a toothy grin, "That's why I am here!"
Asahi chuckles and pushes his hair back as he looks the other way. None of you have fully recovered from what just happened between you and that is very much obvious.
He gets up and without putting on any more clothing, he moves to stand behind his canva, glancing at you from time to time as he rearranges his brushes. You smile at him every time your eyes meet and every time he averts his eyes to the floor shyly.
"Can you move to the center of the bed?" Asahi asks you as he points to the center with one of his brushes.
You nod and do as he said, settling in the center and waiting for further instructions. Your eyes meet Asahi's and you hold the gaze for a moment as you smile shyly at each other before Asahi focuses on sharpening his pencil and you look at your open palms on your lap.
Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea in the end you think as you raise your gaze again and meet Asahi's. He blushes and looks at the canva, pretending to be busy with figuring the arrangement of the painting before his gaze locks with yours inevitably.
And he smiles big. And you smile back. And you both avert your eyes.
When your best friend came back to South Korea after studying in the Netherlands for a semester, you built a habit of buying her red tulips every week.
The first months of her return, she was very nostalgic of her time in the Netherlands; the friends she made there, the food, the culture, the trips and everything new that she experienced in the country. So naturally, you begun getting her the iconic Dutch flowers to cheer her up! The flowers were on the affordable side and always seemed to lift her mood, so you kept buying them for her months after she had returned and even after she was no longer yearning for Europe as much as the beginning.
You always adored flowers, but you were never one to go out of your way to buy some for your home or friends. That was until now!
The flower shop near your apartment is small, yet picturesque. It looks like it is squashed between two corporate buildings; it's existence in the busy streets of Seoul appearing almost unreal. Yet there it was, its colorful flowers decorating the bland pavement of the capital.
Two young florists are working in the shop and by that point, both have memorized your face and your weekly demand of red tulips. You don't know their names, but damn are they both cute! The taller one with the green highlights on his hair is the one teasing you the most about your tulip obsession, while the younger one with reddish-brown hair always smiles at you behind the payment counter and compliments your taste in flowers.
Today is no different as you stop at the flower shop, taking a moment to crouch and admire some flower bouquets that are on display outside the shop before going inside in search for your tulips.
"Are you looking for something?"
You immediately recognize the voice and smile knowingly as you raise your eyes to meet the mischievous ones of the tall florist. He is leaning against the door of the shop, his arms crossed in front of his shirt as he is smirking at you.
"Perhaps…" he pretends to think and you roll your eyes at his theatrics, the smile always remaining in your face.
"...red tulips?"
You chuckle and get up, "Actually yes! How did you guess?!" you tease back and his grin becomes wider.
"Lucky I guess…Or you know, I am just good like that!"
You huff but it is no secret to both of you that you are enjoying these lighthearted moments of yours. He pushes himself off the door and heads inside, with you following behind him.
He loudly sets his hands on top of the counter and the younger florist jumps up from under it. He was probably looking for something when he was startled by the noise. He rubs the back of his head and grimaces before he notices you standing behind his elder; a smile spreading across his face.
"Welcome to Blooming Treasure! Again!" he winks at you and you would look away as you blushed if it wasn't the third time he greeted you like that.
"Guess what she is here for!" the older florist tells the younger one as he leans his elbows on the counter. He takes a look at you and gives you a cheeky grin.
"Ah, yes. Her order is ready." the younger florist says just as the door opens and two teenage girls walk inside, gawking at the flowers and sometimes at the two florists too.
"Great! I will leave you to it!" the older florist says as he straightens his apron and turns towards the girls, leaving you with the younger florist. You don't miss the mischievous look he gives you before he walks away, but you resist following him with your eyes.
The brown haired florist smiles at you as he places a bouquet of red tulips on top of the counter, "That will be ₩27.000."
You pay and thank him as he wraps you the flowers, waving you goodbye till next week. On your way out, you pass the girls and the older florist, who is giving them some suggestions on indoor plants. This time you can't hold back glancing at him as you push the door open. Before you can avert your eyes, his eyes catch yours and his lips twitch upwards. He continues explaining the difference between two indoor plants as his eyes stare at you intensely. Normally, you would turn away, but this time you just feel unable to do so, giving him the satisfaction of seeing you blush under his stare.
Only when the door closes behind you do you break eye contact, taking a moment to recollect yourself before you walk away from the flower shop.
The weatherman is full of shit and you are never putting your trust in him again! These are the only thoughts swirling in your head as you run from one tiny shed to another; your umbrella forgotten at your apartment. Your efforts are in vain though as you are already soaked to the bone!
Your shoes make that awful squeaking noise with every step you take while your skirt is glued to your upper thighs, making your walking even more insufferable! Your short-sleeved shirt is sticking to your upper body and you can feel the wet material on your nipples as you had the very clever idea of not wearing a bra today. The only positive you can think of, is that the shirt is floral, conceiling your breasts for the most part, but failing to make your hard nipples invinsible.
You stop again under a shed so tiny, you can't even find the use of it. If it can't protect you from the rain, then what is it good for anyway?! You look around you and notice you are getting closer to your apartment, but even soaked wet, you don't dare to run freely in the heavy rain just to get to the safety of your home a bit earlier. You shake your head and shiver, crossing your arms and cursing under your breath -not that anyone is around to hear you!
"Are you okay?"
Or maybe you are wrong…
You whip your head around and widen your eyes as they are met with another familiar pair. The tall florist from the Blooming Treasure flower shop is standing on the doorstep of the shop a few meters away from your quivering form. He is wearing his usual light blue, long-sleeved shirt and white apron and he is holding a pair of scissors in his hands. He is carefully standing under the narrow shed of the shop as not to get wet, as he is looking at you with concern.
You blink and the raindrops that have been stuck to your upper eyelashes, slide down your cheeks. You frantically look around, only to notice that you had just hurriedly passed the flower shop in your search for shelter, deeming its narrow shed unsuitable. Behind the glass front of the shop you see all the flower bouquets and plant pots, that are usually on display outside, now resting in the safety provided by the indoors. So, that's why you didn't noticed the shop…
"Do you want to come inside?" the florist asks you after you ignore his first question and you return your focus on him.
He pushes the door half way open to put more emphasis on his words and you open your mouth to reply before you remember. You look down at your breasts, worried that your appearance if noticed by him will be judged as indecent. Maybe he is handsome and maybe you have a tiny crush on him, but you won't take it as far as flashing him indirectly.
"Are you going to continue standing there and getting wet or are you going to come inside?"
This time his tone is stern and even though you are not looking at him, you can tell that his corcerned expression has turned to a more serious one. You lower your head in an attempt to hide your sudden blush and run towards him, with your arms crossed over your chest. You refuse to raise your head and meet his eyes as you pass by him and scurry for cover inside the shop.
You hear him close the door behind you, muffling the sound of the storm outside. You stay still for a moment in the middle of the small flower shop, cherishing the warmth and, well, dryness of the place. Lost in these thoughts, you don't notice the florist till he is standing before you, frowning.
"Do you want to get sick or something?" he snaps at you and you feel your cheeks warm up from embarrashment. You don't bother hiding them this time; he will probably think there are like this from the cold.
"Sorry."
He sighs and hands you a small towel, with a few stains and torns here and there, "Don't worry, I have washed it." he assures you after he sees you hesitate.
"Thank you." you reluctantly take it and use it to wipe the water from your face. He walks behind the counter and grabs one rose from the giant pile that is laying there, cutting its stems and thorns.
"I don't have anything to give you to change out of your wet clothes." he says as he stays focused on his work, "But, you can take off your shoes if you want. I doubt the rain will stop anytime soon."
You mutter another quiet 'thank you' as you take off your shoes and socks, leaving them next to the door. You pull the hem of your shirt out of your skirt and undo a couple of buttons from the bottom part, as to not have the garment stick to your skin that much.
You glance at the florist over your shoulder, noticing that he is not paying any attention to you and is instead concentrating on his work. You bite your lip and fumble with your fingers, before you hesitantly walk towards him. You place your elbows on the counter and stare at what he is doing.
The young man has a pile of around fifty roses on top of the counter and he is focused on cutting their stems, thorns and leaves, before carefully placing them aside for an arrangement.
He glances at you, smirking, "Pretty view huh?"
You instantly tense, your eyes widening as you find yourself at a loss for words. In your stressed out state, you hear him laugh quietly while still having his eyes on the flowers.
"The roses are freshly delivered. In my opinion, they are the prettiest in this phase."
You look at him baffled before you relax your shoulders and let out a quiet sigh. He turns to look at you and laughs again.
"Did you think I was talking about something else?"
"...No." you side-eye him and look anywhere but him. You hear him hum pleased as he continues treating the flowers and you keep pretending that you are ignoring him as you scan the inside of the shop.
You stare at the walk-in cooler behind the counter and the flower arrangements in it. You have always admired the arrangements, but as beautiful as they are, they are also expensive and way out of your budget! Beside it, it is another walk-in cooler but the flowers in it aren't yet made into bouquets. It is the first time that you have payed real attention to that second cooler as you have never seen it been used for the customers.
As you catch sight of the stuffed animals and various birthday cards in the corner of the shop, you remember the younger florist, who is very much absent at this time. You turn to the florist in front of you and drum your fingers on the work table.
"So…" you titl your head, "...does your cute coworker have a day off?"
The young man stops just as he is about to cut another stem and slowly turns to you. A grin steadily grows on his face and you realize your slip; you were not supposed to say the word 'cute' aloud and he certainly wasn't supposed to hear it! You keep your composure, but you can't help move your foot nervously under the table, away from his prying stare.
"You find him cute?" he lets go of the rose he is holding and turns his whole body to face yours, leaning his left side on the counter.
You feel your face and neck start burning up as you try not to stumble over your words, "Well, he is good looking." you say with the best poker face you can pull off.
He snickers and picks up a rose, pretending to examine it, "So, that's why you keep coming back every week, huh?"
"N-No!"
He raises his eyebrows at your prompt reply and you quickly add, "Besides, he is not my type!"
"Ahh!" he nods a few times as to let the information sink in, but it is obvious he is still teasing you, "I was sure you must have another reason to keep coming back apart from the tulips, but I guess I was wrong!"
He shrugs and returns to his unfinished task with the pile of roses.
"His name is Doyoung by the way. In case you want to call him, but want to skip the cute coworker part."
Even with his head lowered to stare at the flowers, you can still see his grin as he utters that. You narrow your eyes him, crossing your arms over your chest and placing them on the right end of the work table. You feel your shirt stick to your skin and a cold shiver runs up your spine. You hope he doesn't think it is caused by his earlier words.
"Thanks, but as I said, he is not my type."
"Mmhh." is all he says, or more like murmurs, "Am I your type then?"
He still has that stupid grin on his face and you exhale dramatically, managing to contain your blush as you throw your head back, "My friend was in the Netherlands, okay?"
You can see that you piqued his interest as his eyes stay on you and you continue, "And when she came back and had trouble adjusting, I thought that hey, maybe I could cheer her up with some flowers?!"
"And you got her red tulips?" he raises one eyebrow.
"I mean…yeah? They are everywhere in the Netherlands!" you raise your hands in the air, "And she seemed to like them a lot the first time!" you shrug proudly, like you have proved your point and there is nothing he can do to deflect it.
"The first time was like three months ago!" his smugness returns and you hate how one part of you wants to slap it out of his face while another part kind of likes it. Not that you would admit that!
"And?" it turns out more aggressive than you mean it to, but you have to keep yourself together in front of him.
"Oh, I don't know! It just seems like a long time for someone to be nostalgic of a trip to Europe. And maybe a long time for someone to keep buying them flowers. Unless…" he drawls the last part, giving you a mischievous glance and waiting for you to take the bait.
You take it.
"Unless?"
His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip as he pretends to think his response and you can't help but glance at his lips. You are quick to avert your eyes back to his own, but he has caught the stubtle movement, making his grin become wider.
"Unless, there was also something else that you kept coming back for."
You roll your eyes, "I told you, I am not interested-"
Your sentence is cut short when a crash of thunder echoes all over the flower shop, making the glass doors shake. You both stare at the weather outside, as the rain seems to have gotten worse since the time you came inside the shop.
The florist sighs as he throws all the cut stems, leaves and thorns inside a huge trash bag, "I hope it's not that bad when my shift ends."
You watch him as he cleans the counter from the clutter that was on top of it, leaving only the roses on the side.
"When are you supposed to finish?"
"Well, it's 19:18...so in about one and a half hour. I am locking up at 21:00." he says as he drags the trash bag towards the wall and behind the counter, hidden from the customers point of view, "Not that with this kind of weather anyone is coming! Or leaving for that matter!" he looks at you, pursing his lips in a smirk.
You roll your eyes, trying to ignore your quickened heartbeat. Damn this man! When you turn around, he is already tidying the roses; pairing them and setting them aside for future arrangements. And as you watch him silently, you suddenly realize that all this time you haven't asked his name!
"That's a bit embarrashing but…" you scratch you arm awkwardly and he turns to look at you curious, "...could you tell me your name?"
He stares at you for a moment before he laughs loudly, making you flush in embarrassment. He sets down the rose he is holding and takes a few steps, until he is standing less than a meter in front of you. Now that he is standing so close to you, a strong smell of flowers hit your nose, blinding your senses. Maybe it should be expected when he is working half of the day in a flower shop, but it catches you off guard and you snap out of it only when he moves. He grins and extends his hand.
"Park Jihoon. Nice to meet you!"
"(Y/n)." you shyly take his hand and shake it.
You didn't expect his hands to be so rough! Not that you hadve thought of how his hands would be! But, as you hold his hand tightly, you can feel some calluses around his thumb and base of his fingers. You can't help but glance at his hand as you let go of it, getting a better look at it. You see a few small cuts- some new, some older- on his palm and fingers, probably from all the thorns and sharp tools he uses while his fingertips are green-stained.
If he noticed you staring, this time he doesn't make any clever remarks.
You raise your eyes to look at him and you find him staring at you back. You stay like that for a moment, before he smiles and takes a step back. He moves behind the work table and grabs a rose, continuing his previous work. A minute passes in silence, apart from the sound of the raging storm outside, before he speaks again.
"You know…" he drawls, not taking his eyes from the roses, "...I am not one to care about the language of flowers! In fact, I don't think that many people care about the language of flowers, but in this case I was intriged!" he stops and turns to you, waiting for a responce or a reaction.
You titl your head to the side, unsure of what he is trying to say.
"Pretty girl, coming here every week, requesting a bouquet of red tulips; as I said I was certain that it wasn't the tulips the reason why you kept coming back."
You open your mouth to protest, but he is quick to add, "I know, I know! The tulips are for your friend from the Netherlands, but till a few moments ago I didn't know that, so you can't blame me for thinking the tulips were maybe just an excuse!"
He lowers his body, placing his arms on the counter and rests his chin on his palm as he looks at you. You stay silent, waiting for him to make his point, even though you have a feeling of where this is going. Your heartbeat has already quickened, drumming in your ears.
When you make no effort of countering his words, he slowly rises up from the counter and takes a step towards you, "So, I did a little bit of research and-" he takes a step closer, "-imagine my surprise when I found what do red tulips symbolize!" and another step, almost closing the distance between your bodies.
You don't know how you manage not to back away from him, but somehow you stand your ground and keep the eye contact. He slightly titls his head and smirks, probably noticing your struggle.
"Do you know what red tulips symbolize (Y/n)?"
You swear that you actually feel lightheaded as soon as he utters these words. His voice is barely above a whisper, but he is standing so close, towering over you, that you couldn't possibly miss what he said even if you tried. You shake your head left and right, indicating denial and his grin gets even wider.
"Apparently, they symbolize passion, love and lust!" he tells you and wets his lips as he sees you becoming flustered from the revelation.
You squirm, suddenly very aware of how your wet shirt is clinging to your body and how hard your nipples are. Were they like this all this while? Jihoon keeps staring at you and you know that this time you can't avoid replying.
I didn't know, I was just buying them for my friend, would be a very simple answer and the truth, but you can't find yourself to utter these words. Time passes and the situation is dangerously close to becoming so awkward that you won't be able to recover from it when you notice a rose on the floor.
Great excuse!
"Aha!" you gabble the first thing that comes out of your mouth and duck out, bending down and picking up the flower; leaving Jihoon baffled.
The moment you kneel down, you release the breath you are holding back. You grab the rose and blink multiple times to get your head straight before you rise up. You turn to look at Jihoon, who has by now moved next to you and present him with the flower, stating the obvious.
"It was on the floor."
"...Are you serious?" he almost sounds annoyed, like he can't believe you actually did that to avoid him.
"...Well. It was on the floor."
Jihoon opens his mouth, like he wants to say 'Ah!' ,but no sound comes out. He moves closer to you, in a way trapping you between his body and the counter and gently takes the rose from your hand. His fingertips briefly brush yours and a wave of electricity runs down your body.
He brings it close to his face and inspects it before he puts it down next to the other roses. He drags his hand from the flowers till it is placed on the counter next to your side and makes eye contact anew.
"You know…" he places his other hand on your other side, essentially trapping you, "...I have a feeling you are avoiding my questions!"
"The last thing you said wasn't a question." you don't know where you found the courage to reply like that, but it is much appreciated by your inner self. With this new-found boldness, you straighten your posture and grab the work table for support.
He raises his eyebrows in amusement and chuckles, "Okay. Let me rephrase." he clicks his tongue and leans his face a bit closer to yours, "I have a feeling you are avoiding me."
"Am not." you lie, but you swear that you are totally busted by the way you are staring at his eyes.
Fuck, why did he have to be this pretty?!
"Are you sure?" he leans even closer and you are beyond doubt that if you had a measuring tape, the distance between your faces would be less than 15cm. You feel his hands closing in on you, his thumps brushing your sides.
"Mmm." you mutter, your gaze dropping to his lips as he slowly drags his teeth over his bottom one, "Maybe I am just a bit shy."
He notices your sudden change of focus from his eyes to his lips and feels his own gaze travel to your lips, "Why is that?"
You let your gaze linger for a bit more before you lock eyes with him, "Maybe because you are my type."
It is like something finally clicked. And everything happens so fast!
Jihoon's hands grab your hips and you gasp, feeling the wet material of your skirt stick to your thighs as he roughly places you on top of the counter. You feel back, eyes closing and head hitting the wooden surface of the work table. When you open your eyes you find Jihoon slightly hovering over you, eyes searching your own for any signs of pain before he finds none.
His hands glide over your thighs, pushing your skirt upwards until he has a better view of your underwear. He glances at your panties before he looks at your face again, biting his lip. Your face and neck are burning up, but right now this is the last thing on your mind. Especially, when he lowers himself, face between your thighs and one arm snaking over your right thigh, lifting it up.
You gasp loudly when his fingers touch your panties, fondling the fabric right over your clitoris.
"So wet." Jihoon murmurs and you can tell he is smirking even if you can't see him, "Is it because of me or did it get wet from all this rain?"
"Shut up!" you breathe, as he quickens the pace of his fingers on your panties.
"Oh?" suddenly his fingers are gone and you unconsciously whine, bucking up your hips, "Is me talking turning you off?" Jihoon's smirk deepens, "Maybe I should use my mouth for something else then."
Before you have time to process what he just uttered, Jihoon dips his head between your legs. With one swift move your underwear is gone and Jihoon's lips close around your clit. Your hand flies to your mouth, pressing against it in an attempt to muffle the moans that are threatening to escape.
Jihoon releases your clit, only to reconnect his tongue to it with one long, slow lick, that has you shuddering. You can practically feel him grin against your heat and your free hand jerks downwards, grabbing his dark locks and making sure his mouth doesn't go too far away from your throbbing pussy.
You are glad he doesn't comment on your reaction, but you have a feeling that he will not let what happened go that easily. But, for now you are just happy with the way he drags his tongue against your clit.
He keeps teasing you, changing unexpectedly the pace from hard swipes to quick flicks of the tip of his tongue while staying away from your vagina.
Your whole body is quivering, but Jihoon's firm grip on your thighs is preventing you from closing them around his head or moving away from the maddening drags of his tongue. Shaky moans slip past your lips and you abandon your task of dampening your voice as your hand searches blindly beside you for something to support yourself.
Accidentally, you push a few roses over the edge of the counter before you find the edge yourself and grab it for dear life as Jihoon sucks vigorously on your clit. You moan loudly, your back arching over the work table before Jihoon pulls you back down, his lips never abandoning your pussy.
Your eyes open wide the moment he slips, not one, not two, but three fingers inside you, curling them as soon as he has them bottomed out. A broken moan leaves your lips and your breaths become more frantic as he continues to lick your clit while his fingers are deep inside you, stretching you out nicely.
You are so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure at that moment, that you don't react when the hand he had on your thigh moves upwards. It pushes past your belly, finding the end of your shirt and fiddling with the rest of the buttons as he undoes them one by one. With his head still between your legs teasing your folds, he struggles with the buttons. But when he finally reaches the top one and unbuttons it, his hand rampages on your chest.
He pushes aside your open shirt and runs his hand over your breasts, until he settles on your right one and squeezes it. You feel him sigh against your pussy and you bite down your lip to suppress your moans. The pad of his callused thumb circles your nipple, pressing down on it hard, earning a few more moans from your part.
Jihoon opens his eyes, drowning in the sight of your exposed neck as you gulp down your saliva in between breaths; your chest rising and falling heavily as his thumb caresses your nipple. He feels his dick twitch and not being able to resist it, he rises from his knees and connects his mouth with your belly, just below your belly bottom.
You raise slightly your head and your eyes lock. He sends you a toothy grin that is everything but heart-warming before his tongue slips out of his mouth and makes contact with your skin. You gasp as he licks all the way up to your breasts, never breaking your gaze until he reaches your already swollen bud and takes it in his mouth.
You whimper loudly, refusing to let your head fall back and instead you stare at him as he works on your breasts. The fingers he has in your pussy suddenly slip out before they start pistoning in and out of you, his thumb rubbing sloppily your clit. The hand that was previously on your torso, is now holding your waist tightly, fingers digging into the soft skin as he presses his body onto yours.
By the time Jihoon lets go of your right nipple and makes his way to your left one, you are degraded to a moaning mess. His teeth graze your sensitive bud before he open his mouth and sucks as much of your left breast as he can fit in his mouth. With no hands gripping at your thighs, your legs wobble on top of the counter as you feel your orgasm closing in.
Jihoon releases your nipple and attacks your neck, biting, sucking and licking around the side of it. You close your eyes as your orgasm hits you, broken moans slipping past your lips. Jihoon can feel every vibration of your body, from your moans to your trembling limbs as his face stays attached to your throat and his body close to yours.
Jihoon's fingers fuck you all the end till the end of your high, when they slowly retreat from your core and rest on top of your thigh. His mouth still roams on your neck, leaving wet kisses and soft bites behind, as you try to recollect your thoughts after the orgasm. Your chest heaves heavily as you catch your breath and for a weird reason the pressure of Jihoon's body down on yours is providing some kind of comfort.
Just as you have calmed a bit down, you feel him rise from the crook of your neck. He places his hands in each side of your shoulders, using them to support his weigh, as he towers over you. His dark hair fall partially over his eyes as he stares at your flushed face, lips tugging into a smug grin.
"You are cute when you are so vocal!" he straightens up, pushing his hair back and out of his eyes and it is then you realise he is still fully clothed. His apron is also concealing how affected he is by your little venture. You suddenly feel exposed and you lift yourself on your elbows to regain some of the upper hand.
Or at least try to.
"Well, you are not."
He raises his eyebrows and closes in on your face, arms positioned in your sides, essentually trapping you, "Yeah, I got that. You prefer it when I make a different use of my mouth, right?"
You can tell how pleased he is with himself and you give him the satisfaction of blushing at his words, "...Maybe."
Jihoon grins wide at your confession and bites his bottom lip, "Yes. Maybe…" his voice gets lower and he titls his head slightly, glancing at your lips before locking eyes with you, "Maybe I could make use of something else too." he speaks in a husky whisper and you feel another wave of arousal wash over you, drenching your pussy.
"Maybe you should." you say and with a new-found confidence, you grab his shirt and crush your lips with his.
Jihoon is caught off-guard and your chest swells in pride as he stays still even for a moment, before he recovers and tilts his head, deepening the kiss. You grab his shirt collar by both hands, pulling him closer as you lean a bit backwards. Jihoon lets you lure him closer to you, one hand gripping your waist and the other placed on the counter so that you don't fall fully backwards.
Kissing Jihoon feels exhilarating; his lips are soft in opposition to his rough kisses as he bites your lips, trying to gain access to your mouth. His tongue clashes with your own for dominance and he chuckles, finding your persistence cute, before he takes control.
Abruptly, he withdraws only to attach his lips to your neck as he pulls you back towards him. His hands find your open shirt and start tugging it down. Your let go of his collar, helping him remove your shirt as he tosses it to the side. Now it's your turn to tug at his apron, only for your efforts to go in vain. He notices your struggle and pulls away, untying the bow on the back side and smirking at you.
"Such a hurry!" he breaths as he takes it off, letting it fall to the floor, "Can't wait to see me naked?"
"Yes. Now shut up and kiss me!"
Jihoon's smirk widens and you expect a cheeky response from his part. But instead, his lips return hungrily to yours. You gasp, granting him acess to your mouth as your hands fly to the buttons of his shirt. Hurriedly you unfasten them and take the edges of the shirt out of his pants. Jihoon steps back as you peel off his shirt, revealing his upper body.
You prevent your mouth falling open in front of him, but you can't help staring. The six-pack is definitely the first thing your eyes cling to, before roaming over to his arms and torso. He has a nice body; lean, muscular. Instinctively, your fingers trace the lines of his abs, starting from the top and moving to the bottom, dangerously close to the line of his underwear, which is peaking from under his pants.
"Like what you see?" Jihoon is smirking. Of course he is!
"Do you always talk this much?" you breath out, too preoccupied with slipping your index finger under the band of his underwear to indulge in his banter.
"Aw, baby don't worry." his hand reaches for yours, palming it, before he guides it inside his boxers, "I like what I see too!" he murmurs as your fingers wrapped around his shaft.
You gasp quietly and you turn to look at him, eyes locking as he holds your hand tightly around his dick. He inspects you, waiting to see what your next move will be and your pussy tightens around nothing from excitement.
Your free hand deals with the button and the zipper of his pants, tugging them clumpsily downwards in an attempt to get rid of them. The pants roll down to his mid thighs, but that's enough space for you.
With the corner of your eye, you notice the sharp breath he takes and how his abdomen tights the moment you pull his dick out of his underwear, the tip already smeared with precum. He is relatively thick and bigger than average and you hum in satisfaction as you weigh him in your palm.
You raise your eyes to meet his gaze and squeeze the base of his cock, "Cat got your tongue?"
It's your time to taunt him now as you slowly run your hand up and down on him.
But, he sneers and your teasing doesn't last long.
His arm snakes around your waist, lifting you up from the counter and you whelp, both hands flying to your sides to balance you. With his other hand, he grabs the hem of your skirt and forcefully strips you of it, leaving you bare. He sets you down on the work table again and before you have time to recover, he tears off entirely his pants and underwear. He retrieves a condom from his wallet and tosses it to you. The next second, his shoes are gone and his hands are back on your hips.
You look at him with wide eyes and gulp, chest violently rising and falling. You blindly rip open the packaging and pull out the condom, not daring to put it on him yet.
"My tongue is right here, see?" Jihoon pulls his tongue out to show you, his finger pointing at it in case you would miss it.
"And my hands are here." he set his hand back on your hips and squeezes.
"And I am right here..." he murmurs and looks into your eyes.
His thumbs caresse your sides, slowly getting lower, towards your thighs and you feel your core drenching. You breathe deeply as you open your legs and shyly close your fingers around his member, tagging it softly forward.
"But, I need you here." you whine, glancing at your pussy and Jihoon's eyes follow not far behind. You slide the condom on his member, gazes locking again as you guide his dick to your entrance.
You take a deep breath the moment his tip touches your folds, but you don't break eye contact with him. As he slowly slides inside you, you open your mouth in a non-audible moan and notice that his mouth also falls open the moment he bottoms out.
He stays still and you let out a breath, trying to adjust to the feeling of him. He is thick and you are glad he stretched you out nicely with his fingers before.
His fingers dig in the outside of your thighs and he starts rocking you slowly on his dick. You whimper, your hands shooting to grab his shoulders for support as he keeps up that pace.
"You are so tight!"
You are about to reply when his grip on your thighs tightens and he slams his hips on yours. A loud moan slips past your lips and your hand flies to your mouth as you sense more coming. Jihoon catches your hand before it connects with your mouth, bringing it back at his shoulders and holding it there as his pace turns ruthless.
Your whole body is shaking on top of the counter as he fucks you fast and hard, your moans and whimpers filling the room. You feel yourself slipping and move your hands behind his nape for a better hold, closing your eyes.
"Look at me!"
You whole body bolts forward when his fingers rub harshly at your clit and your eyes open wide. Jihoon is looking intensely at you, nose almost touching your own, as his hips roll faster on yours.
"Good girl!"
You moan breathelessly upon hearing the praise words and he snickers. Your reaction does nothing but encourage him more and he manages to keep up with the speed he set for a bit longer. While his digits are stroking your clit, his free hand takes a fist of your hair and tugs.
You whelp as he pulls your head back, exposing your neck and diving his head, only to leave open-mouthed kisses just below your jaw. His mouth moves lower, trailing his lips over your soft skin before adorning it with bites. He finds your pulse point and sucks on it and when you cry out as planned, he giggles.
"Look at you! Taking my cock so well!"
It's really too much!
His cock, his fingers, his mouth on your neck, whispering pure filth against your skin! You really don't mean to do it, but it slips out!
You cry out his name, but it sounds more like a plea!
Jihoon doesn't hault this time; he is too deep to stop now. Instead, the hand that was tangled in your hair retreats and grabs your neck harshly. Your breath is caught in your throat as Jihoon pushes you back down on the counter, without pulling out of you.
Your back arches and you gasp; his hold is firm without blocking the air out of your lungs. Your fingers wrap around his hand as you try to catch your breath.
"Kinky!" you tease, wetting your lips and in response he grins, "I didn't know my florist was into that kind of shit!"
"Oh, baby you have not idea!" he purrs, freeing your neck and grasping your ankles.
You whelp as he puts your legs on his shoulders, your heels hooking on his shoulder blades for support. You feel your face warm up as Jihoon stands over your lying form; legs spread, chest heaving, face flushed. The marks he left on your neck and breasts are already turning darker and Jihoon pupils dilate in arousal.
He brings your hips down to his and thrusts deeper inside you. He slides two fingers in your mouth and you suck on them eagerly, drowning your moans. He brings them between your legs and finds your clit again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" you curse through gritted teeth and resist the urge to roll back your eyes, solely because you don't want to miss the sight of Jihoon pounding on you.
You grab the edge of the counter behind your head with both hands so tighly that your knuckles turn white. Your body jerks on the table and you puff as you feel a second orgasm closing in.
At that moment, Jihoon pinches your clit, making you cry out and raise your hips. He leans his body on you, lips capturing yours in a breathless kiss. With the new position, your legs are pushed closer to your upper body; your knees being the bodypart clasping his shoulders now.
"Are you close?" he whispers on your mouth and your grip on the counter tightens.
"Y-Yes!"
He pecks your lips and like on cue, his thrusts become slower. You whine, immediately catching on to what he was doing.
"Jihoon!"
"Yes?" the fucker smirks, the rolling of his hips slowing down more.
You glare at him and buck your hips againt his, seeking some much needed friction. His hand moves from your clit to your lower body and presses you down to keep you still. You gasp and your walls clench around him.
"Do you want to cum?
"Yes!" the desperation is clear in your voice and Jihoon grins.
"Then beg for it!"
His finger is back on your clit, pressing down on it and he buries his cock deep inside of you. In both cases he refrains from moving and you know he is waiting for the word to spill out of your mouth.
You grab his lower back and try to push him forward, but he doesn't badge. Instead, he sinks his teeth on his bottom lip, attempting to hide how his grin widens.
He know he has won.
"Please!"
"Please what?"
A faint roll of his hips has you gasping for air, as the friction is back.
"Please let me cum!" you look him straight in the eyes as you beg for your release.
Jihoon dips his head and grabs your lower lip between his teeth, just as he picks up his pace, throwing his hips forward ruthlessly. You cry out as his finger pinches your clit again, before it rubs it aggressively. Jihoon doesn't let go immediately of your bottom lip; biting and sucking on it as you moan his name again and again.
Your walls clamp down on him and your orgasm hits you. Your whole body shakes as you cum for a second time and Jihoon has to hold your legs on top of his shoulder as they loose their strength.
He keeps pounding on your as you ride out your high, but his pace is messy. He twitches relentlessly until a particular deep shove, when he stops and groans loudly. You watch in awe as he throws his head back, veins appearing at the side of his neck, as he finally cums.
Your chest is heaving as you pant and you gently let go of the counter. Your legs weakly fall from Jihoon's shoulders and you put your hands in their place. Jihoon regains his composure and follows your lead as you pull him closer and kiss him.
The kiss is soft and you wish it lasted longer. Jihoon pulls away only to smile at you and peck your lips again. You smile back and steal a kiss from him, making him unexpectedly giggly. You feel him swift slightly his weigh, but not pull out of you yet.
He glances behind you and tilts his head, making you curious.
"It stopped raining."
"Really?" you try to twist your head to look outside, but it's impossible in the position you are at, "What time is it?"
Jihoon peeks at the clock on the wall beside him and pouts.
"It's time to lock up. Guess, fun is over!" he raises his body from yours and slips out gently.
You don't know why, but the words kind of sting to hear them.
You sit up, feeling weirdly empty and watch him as he throws the used condom in the trash bag. He picks up his clothes and starts dressing. You do the same, slipping into your shirt and buttoning it up as Jihoon gets dressed and puts the roses into the refrigerator.
You search for your underwear and Jihoon notices, as he bends down and picks it up.
"You dropped this!" he says, holding the panties in front of your face with two fingers.
"You mean you dropped it! Or more like threw it!"
Jihoon grins and gives it to you without further bickering. You are a bit dissapointed; you expected a clever remark!
You hop off the work table and put your panties on, moving to your skirt and shoes next.
"Are you ready?"
You turn to look at Jihoon -fully dressed now- who holds the keys to the shop and is waiting by the door. You nod and silently walk past him and out of the shop.
This is awkward, you have to admit.
You didn't plan this to turn out like that and you worry that things will be weird from now on.
Maybe you should searching for a new flower shop close to your home.
You watch him as he turns around the shop's sign to 'closed' and locks the doors. You nervously bite your lip and turn your back on him, walking towards your apartment. You know how this goes and you don't want to stay for the awkward part!
You haven't made it two steps afar when he grabs your arm and pulls you back. Your chest collides with his and his lips are back on yours, in a chaste kiss. Your eyes widen, but quickly flutter shut in order to enjoy the kiss. He wraps his arm around your waist and keeps you close to him as he kisses you.
When you pull apart, you look at him in the eyes and part your mouth in surprise.
"See you next week?" he asks softly and you blink, not expecting this.
You shake your head and smile, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him down to give him one more kiss.
Summary: Fun stuff to do at parties include drinking, dancing and fucking your boyfriend in his room, away from all the prying eyes.
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex, a bit of dirty talking, unprotected sex, porn with little to no plot
Your eyes flutter shut while your body sways to the music. You raise your arms in the air and bounce as the beat drops, blurring out the people around you. A pair of hands moves to rest on your hips and you keep your eyes closed for a little bit more , before opening them to face their owner. Hyunsuk is standing in front of you, a smirk on his face as he dances to the same rhythm as you. You smile at him and as the song changes to something more sensual, you slide your arms over his shoulders and lock your hands behind his neck. You stay like that for a moment, staring at each other's eyes while moving to the music. Hyunsuk's eyes travel to your lips; his tongue darting out and licking slowly his lower lip. Your eyes follow his tongue as it passes over his lip piercing before it disappeares inside his mouth. Instictivily, you move your face closer to his while keeping your eyes locked on his lips. Only when your lips are inches apart from his do you raise your eyes to stare at his own; closing the distance between the two of you while making eye contact.
You close your eyes, your hands moving to tangle among the short hair at the back of his neck as you kiss him. You feel his hands on your hips pull you closer until your chest is flat against his. A tiny gasp leaves your lips as you feet his hard-on against your clothed area and Hyunsuk takes this oppportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You moan against his lips as he deepens the kiss, opening your mouth more to give him better access. Your right hand travels from his nape to his shoulder and then to his chest, finally resting there. You pull away for a moment to catch your breath and look at Hyunsuk. His own chest is rising and falling more intensely than before and you can just feel his heartbeat under the palm of your hand. He is intensely staring at you; his lips swollen from the kiss and slightly open, like they are waiting on your next move. You smugly smile as you fist his black t-shirt and pull him for another kiss.
This time his hands move upwards as they find the line of skin between your shorts and your top. Grabbing the hem of your top, they move it a bit upwards, revealing enough skin for his hands to settle there and squeeze your love handles. You giggle in the kiss and trap his bottom lip between your teeth, biting it enough for him to hiss. He pulls away, touching his lip lightly with his fingers as he looks at you like he has been betrayed. You chuckle at the pout that forms on his face and move the hand that was behind his head to his jaw. You run your tongue over his swollen lip before giving it a peck and then another one, determined to make that pout dissappear. His eyes follow your every move as you pepper him with kisses and when you stop to look at him, he leans in again for another kiss.
You sigh in the kiss, tangling your fingers again at his hair as his hands pull at your hips. You tilt your head to the side and run your tongue over his lips, asking for permission to enter his mouth. You feel Hyunsuk smile against your lips before opening his mouth for you; his own tongue slidding against your lips as yours explore his mouth.
"Get some room!"
Your eyes open wide at the sound of the familiar voice and both you and Hyunsuk snap your heads to the direction of its source.
Standing a few meters away are Jihoon, Junkyu and Mashiho; all three starring at you. Junkyu is blushing with his mouth agape, but as soon as you and Hyunsuk turn towards them, he averts his eyes to anywhere but you. Mashiho on the other hand meets your eyes, before he chuckles and turns the other way, taking a sip of alcohol from his cup. Jihoon is smirking as he brings his cup to his lips, his eyes intensely staring at you even as he gulps down his drink.
You bite your lips, trying to restrain your smile from spreading. Turning to look at Hyunsuk, you noticed that his reaction to his friends seeing you make out is totally different than yours. His face has warmed up and even under the dim lighting of the room, you can distinguish the red in his cheeks. You giggle, pecking him on the lips before grabbing his hand and taking him away and out of his friends' sights.
"Wait! Where-"
Hyunsuk doesn't manage to finish his question as you drag him inside the crowd of drunk people. You have to push some people aside before you could get the door to his room open and pull him inside. Realization hits Hyunsuk the moment you slam the door shut. Before you can move away from it, Hyunsuk has you pinned against his door, lips already moving against yours.
You moan inside the kiss, taken aback at how quickly he recovered from his friends' teasing. You put both of your hands on his nape, in a desperate attempt to bring his face even closers to yours. You arch your back as he pulls you against his body and trails his lips from your mouth to your neck. You open your mouth in pleasure as Hyunsuk bites and sucks on the skin below your ear, before moving to the center of your neck to do the same. He is still teasing your neck when you feel him remove one of his hands from your waist, bringing it to his crotch and fisting his hard-on over his jeans.
You feel him freeze momentarily as you place your palm over his clothed area. You lean in and whisper to his ear, "Do you need help with that?
Hyunsuk raises his head from your neck and looks at you; jaw clenching as you apply more pressure on his crotch.
"I can help if you want." you smirk, tilting your head to the side.
Hyunsuk stares at you for a moment without replying while you continue to push your palm against him. You disconnect your back from the door and take a step towards Hyunsuk, making him step a bit back. Your palm stayes glued to his crotch while you press your other hand on his chest. You smile at him as your palm moves slowly from his crotch to his belt. Hyunsuk looks at you intensely as you unbuckle his belt and reache inside his boxers. You don't break eye contact even when you pull his dick out of his boxers and grab him by the base, your palm trailing all the way to his tip.
Hyunsuk whimperes quietly as your press your thumb against his tip, spreading his leaking cum all over it. You bite your lip upon seeing his reaction and glance down before looking back at him. You lean in for a slow kiss as your hand starts moving lazily up and down his shaft. Hyunsuk kisses you back, but as he tries to deepen the kiss, you move away. He gives you a puzzled look and you smile at him once more as you lower yourself to the level of his crotch.
You wrap your mouth around his cock, taking just the tip at first as you circle your tongue over it. You flicker your eyes to look at him as he lets out a grunt and throws his head back, closing his eyes in pleasure. After a moment, he brings his head back, his eyes opening to look at you while he tangles his hand in your hair. You moan as he tugs slightly at your hair. Closing your eyes you take his dick in your mouth, right hand pulling his jeans and boxers lower to have better access at him. Just before his tip hits the back of your throat, you stop moving forward and then begin slowly bobbing your head. Your palm follows your pace, stroking the part of his dick that can't fit in your mouth.
Hyunsuk sighes and unconsciously bucks his hips into your mouth at a particular rough suck. You moan and grip him harder by the base while you suck your cheeks, to make your mouth even tighter around him. Your left hand finds his balls and starts kneading them, your pace getting faster. Hyunsuk lets out a series of curse words as he tighly closes his eyes and tries controling his breath. Still, his chest rises up and down with every breath he takes and he can't help but groan.
You feel his thighs start shaking and the corners of your mouth twitch upwards. If you didn't have his cock in your mouth, you would have smiled. Suddenly, the hand clutching your hair tightens its grip and your head is pulled back. A thin string of saliva still connects your mouth with the head of his dick as you inhale deeply. Hyunsuk's chest is still rising and falling violently as he looks at you with half lidded eyes. But before you can complain that he didn't let you finish him off, he pulls you up and turns you around.
You gasp as the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed. Hyunsuk bites his lip and gentle pushes you backwards till you are lying on top of his sheets. Hyunsuk gets out of his jeans and underwear as they are already hanging low on his thighs. You watch as his cock hits his lower stomach and he advances towards the bed, crawling on top of you. He pushes up your top, revealing your breasts and without bothering to remove it, he catches your right nipple between his lips. You moan and throw your head back, hitting the cushions as his hand makes its way to your left breast, kneading it before grapping your nipple between his fingers and twisting it. The silver chains on his neck brush against your skin as his mouth works on your nipple; the cold metal making you shudder. He ignores your trembling; his teeth brushing against your right nipple and making you shiver, before he bites down on it. You criy out loudly and Hyunsuk uses his tongue this time; circling it around the sensitive bud, while his hand presses down on your other nipple.
With a soft plop, that sounded louder in your ears that it probably was, Hyunsuk's mouth leaves your right nipple and moves to the left one. The motion makes his necklaces graze your underboob as he startes sucking the other nipple in his mouth and you arch your back so that he would apply more pressure on the spot. Two fingers slide over your exposed belly and find their way inside your panties. You moan loudly as they explore your wet folds, finally settling on your clit.
"You are so wet…" Hyunsuk groans on your skin; his fingers moving rhythmically on your clit.
You moan; your hand flying to fist his hair, pushing him harder on your breasts. Hyunsuk growls and his movements on you pussy quicken. He lets go of your nipples and starts leaving wet kiss all over your temple, your breasts, your belly, as he slides closer and closer to your heat. He unzippes your shorts and pulls them down, along with your underwear. You look at him and your eyes meet as he is already staring at you. He smiles and inches closer to your pussy. With two fingers he opens your folds and you whimper at the lack of friction. He bites his lips and looks at you, unable to hide his smile. His mouth wraps around your clit, kissing it softly as his tongue teases it and you can't help but throw your head back and gasp his name.
"Good girl…" he mutters against your heat; his lips never leaving your clit as he flicks his tongue harder at it.
Suddenly, two fingers slip inside your pussy . Your mouth opens automaticaly as he curves them inside your walls and slowly takes them out before slipping them back in. His pace is slow, but only because he is taking his time to tease you; meanwhile wetness is pooling down your core. He raises his head from your clit, looking at you with a small smirk as he brings his fingers to his mouth; lips closing around his digits and licking your juices while mantaining eye contact with you.
You inhale sharply as you stare at him. Without thinking it twice, you grab his t-shirt and pull him closer to you, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. He slips his tongue past your lips and you can taste yourself in him. You moan, pushing harder against his lips, deepening the kiss. Hyunsuk groans and you start tagging at his t-shirt as you get needier. Hyunsuk gets the cue and breaks the kiss, pulling his t-shirt over his head and throwing it across the room; now remaining naked apart from his necklaces that still hang around his neck. You take a moment to admire him before you hook a finger to his chains and pull him in for another kiss; your other hand travelling from his abdomen, past his abs and resting on his chest.
Hyunsuk adjusts his position so that he is hovering over your form, his lips leaving your mouth to attach themselves to your neck. You whimper as he bit down hard on a sensitive spot and claw your hands at his back. His dick brushes against your inner thigh and instinctively you buck your hips, making Hyunsuk take a deep breath. His hands shoot to your legs, pushing them open before he stands up and looks at your sprawled figure under him. He grabs his cock, pumping it a few times as he brings it closer to your heat. When his tip touches your folds you can't help but whine desperately, wanting nothing but him inside you.
"Shh…" Hyunsuk hovers over you as he removes fully your top, tossing it to the side.
Slowly he enters your pussy, making you fist the sheets beneath you even harder. You keep your eyes closed until he bottoms out, opening them to see if there is a reason he isn't moving. Upon making eye contact, he starts moving inside you slowly. You mantain eye contact as your mouth falls open, loving the way Hyunsuk's hips buck onto yours. You more feel than hear him groan as his body presses lightly on yours, his head resting on your shoulder as he fucks you slowly on his bed. Your hands release the sheets and you place them on his back. At first, it is to support you but soon after your fingers dig in his skin as Hyunsuk changes his pace with no warning, fucking you harder and deeper.
He burries his face in the crook of your neck as his hips pump harder against yours. He bites down your skin to muffle his groans and continues with his relentless pace. You moan louder as your body moves roughly on top of the bedsheets, following the movement of his hips. You wrap your legs around his waist and tighten your grip on his back, making him hiss against your skin. One of your hands slides over his shoulder and grabs his jaw, forcing him to look up at you before you capture his lips in a hungry kiss. Hyunsuk is quick to slip his tongue into your mouth, having you moan against his lips as he momentarily slows the movement of his hips, before snapping them forward abruptly. By carrying on with his quick pace, he has you left a moaning mess under him. Nevertheless, he keeps kissing you, his lip piercing and chains every so often sending chills up your back during the heated act.
The moment he feels your legs weaken their grip on his hips, he places a hand at your thigh, squeezing it and bringing it to its previous position. His mouth finds once again your nipples and you buck your hips at the feeling of his warm mouth on the area. Your fingers find once again his blonde locks and grab them for life support.
"You feel so good!" you pant as you look at him.
Althugh you can't see it, you feel Hyunsuk grin against your skin. Without breaking contact with your breasts he brings the leg he is already holding forward and puts in on his shoulder. With the new position, Hyunsuk reaches deeper inside your pussy, hitting all the right spots on that angle and making you see stars. You gasp and close your eyes tightly, your lips forming a perfect "O" shape while pleasure floods your mind. Hyunsuk leaves your breasts, grunting and pushing his head back. He pounds into you, his movements sloppier and his breaths frantic as he comes closer and closer to his high. Your own orgasm is quickly building up and Hyunsuk doesn't miss the way your thighs start twitching.
"You like that baby?" he breathes out and you nod, not missing a beat.
"Are you gonna cum?"
You moan his name for the first time in the night, clear and loud for him to hear. Hyunsuk almost giggles at the sound of his name leaving your lips, closing the space between your faces and leaving only a few inches distance.
"Then cum for me!" he whispers in your ear as his hand finds your clit and rubs it harshly.
An exclamation slips past your lips; the heels of your feet digging in Hyunsuk's back as your own arch from ecstasy. Your whole body tremores uncontrollaby as your orgasm strikes; your walls tightening against Hyunsuk's cock. He groans loudly next to your ear and throws his head back, letting you admire his exposed neck, as his thrusts continue their harsh pace. He fucks you all the way till the end of your orgasm, holding back his own release.
You are both gasping for air when he pulls his dick out of you and cums on your thighs. You let your head fall back on the pillows as you feel the warm liquid slowly ran down your thighs. Once he calms down from his high, he slowly leans on you, resting his head on your chest and closing his eyes to savor the moment. You take a moment to calm your breathing as you both lay there, your fingers softly caressing his blonde locks. Hyunsuk turns to stare at you and as soon as your eyes meet he gives you a toothy smile, his eyes almost disappearing behind his cheeks. You smile back at him, biting your lip and Hyunsuk leans forward to press his lips on yours. You giggle as his necklaces brush the base of your neck and Hyunsuk looks at you with a quizzable look.
"They are cold!" you fake-whine, gesturing at the chains around his neck.
Hyunsuk takes a look at them before turning to you, "What? These?"
He moves his head closer to your body so that his chains rub against your skin even more and you laugh at his silly antics. He laughes too and places one hand on your cheek, bringing your lips to his for another kiss. He sighs, pulling away and pecking them once, twice, thrice before falling beside you on the bed.
"Should we go back to the party?" you ask after a minute.
"Nah! I think that everyone knows that we are busy!" he says smugly and you playfully slap his shoulder.
He laughs softly and wraps his arms around you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He nuzzles his nose on your skin and closes his eyes.
"Besides…" Hyunsuk tightenes his grip on you, "...I like it here."
