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Split - Kai Scenario. Part 5

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 2076

A/n: I know this is short but I’d rather upload something now and something in a week than nothing at all. It hasn’t been the best times for me on this blog lately but I can’t stop writing this story for myself and you guys…

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You wake up on a Sunday morning with a sigh. Now you perfectly understand the meaning of that one saying. As if you’re a schoolgirl and it’s finally the last day of your holidays. But in your case you haven’t missed what’s to come even for a bit.

But this time, you decide not to sulk and make the most of the day which will probably be the last one you’ll ever spend with your complete family. Negative thoughts try to find their way into your mind but this time you do your best to keep them out and just enjoy last Sunday you’ll spend happily.

You won’t ruin it.

You quickly get out of the bed. this time you don’t wake up next to your almost ex-husband which is quite a disappointment, but then you sneak a look inside Tae’s room and see him hugged by his father in sleep. And it’s quite enough for you. You can share Jongin with your son even if you’re very selfish.

You don’t lose time swooning over the perfect picture and step inside the bathroom to get ready for the day. After washing up and putting on a comfortable sundress, you head to the kitchen. You plan to make this day perfect for everyone and in your family’s case that means food.

Although you like the thought of healthy diet, the thought of Jongin and Tae’s happiness when they see fried chicken for breakfast is enough persuasion you need.

Time goes quickly while you do everything to make sure that the “breakfast” table is flawless. And just when you’re about to put the last plate on it, you hear footsteps and soon both of your favorite boys step inside the kitchen. You don’t know who’s more excited when seeing what they’re about to eat.

“You’re just in time for breakfast.” You say with a big smile, even though it’s already half past two in the afternoon, it’s normal with Jongin and Tae who goes after his father in everything.

“The smell woke us up.” Jongin can’t take his eyes off the table. “This smells so good, how could we have slept more.” He laughs and sits next to Tae. They’ve both already started devouring the food.

“Wow this is really good.” Jongin comments. “I haven’t tasted anything better for a while, where did you order this?” he asks while handing Tae the neck of chicken. “Start with this.” He adds.

“I made this actually.” You say quietly. Jongin stops and widens his eyes while chewing slowly. “Mommy is the best cook ever, isn’t she?” Tae says with a full mouth. You laugh and wipe his lips.

“Yeah, she is.” Jongin says quietly and you feel your cheeks redden. It’s like you’re returned to high school phase, or just the start of your friendship with Jongin. Not as if you’ve spend years next to him.

Almost an hour passes when the three of you are finally finished with the food. Tae tries to keep up with his dad whose tummy seems to have a hole and is never satisfied. But when the plates are finally empty Jongin suggests watching television so the three of you move to the living room and get comfortable on the couch.

And that’s how the last day (as you hate to call it) is spent. Nothing is special but amazing at the same time. The only time either of you move is to get to the bathroom or get the next fill of snacks. You’re watching cartoons and the Disney movies even Jongin enjoys singing along to.

When the sun is set, Tae runs to his room to get his favorite blanket and returns jumping in his father’s lap. He covers both of them with it and grabs your arm to bring you closer. You’re hesitant at first – you don’t want to make Jongin uncomfortable, but then you see them all cuddly and warm and there’s nothing that can hold you back from joining.

You move closer slowly also getting under the blanket but keeping some distance from your husband but you’re surprised, that when your neck is getting too uncomfortable for it to be laying naturally, Jongin is the one to pull his arm around you and let it rest against his shoulder, right in the position where you can also reach to kiss Tae’s head. You didn’t expect it. Definitely didn’t but for the first time in a month you feel that you’re warm again and you hadn’t even realized how frozen your body had become, deprived of his warmth.

There’s something different about him. Always has been. Just like no heating system can warm you up as well as a walk under the sun can, Jongin’s arms are the same. He’s your personal sun, your only natural way to life.

You can’t even imagine how much you crave for it.

After a while you realize that Tae has fallen asleep on his father’s chest. But you can’t blame him. Jongin is just so warm and so comfortable all you want to do is to finally get the good night’s sleep peacefully for once. But the other part forces you to stay awake to remember every single second of the time you finally felt so, so happy.

In that moment you clearly realize one thing.

He’s here. With a woman who will soon become his ex-wife. And there’s one logical question jumping in your mind.

“Jongin?” you call out, quietly enough not to wake up your son.

“Yes?” he answers, so softly that you never want that sound to leave your ears.

“How does she feel about you being here?” you drop the question, you’re truly curious about. But nothing could surprise you more than what Jongin says next.

“Who?” he asks.

You don’t know if you’re imagining it, or that you’re already stepped into your nightly dream, but you think his fingers are slowly caressing your arm. He truly seems to not recognize who you’re talking about.

“Fei.” You answer with a single word. That name won’t ever leave your memory.

You look up at Jongin secretly and see momentary confusion dwell in his eyes.

“Oh, her.” He adds and stays quiet for a moment. “Well I don’t think she likes that I’m here. She told me not to come.” He says quietly.

Of course she doesn’t. As negatively as you might be inclined towards that girl you understand that she wouldn’t want Jongin to stay over here. But you can’t sympathize when she’s the one going after a still-to-be-divorced man.

Soon after another thought occupies your mind. You know it’s childish to compare how Jongin treats Fei to how he treated you, but she told him not to come and here he is, in your living room. Not once would Jongin ever make you uncomfortable with his decisions when he lived with you. In the good old times he wouldn’t have left you alone like he did with Fei.

You’re absolutely sure of that and that thought makes you even warmer inside. Curling deeper into Jongin’s chest you have no negative thoughts raiding your mind.

  On a Monday morning Jongin wakes up just on time without the need of an alarm clock. Slowly dressing in his formal attire he proceeds to the bathroom and kisses the head of his son who’s diligently brushing his teeth. Next he walks inside the kitchen and sees her.

She turns around to look at him and doesn’t even try to form a smile. Jongin can see how the light that was so bright inside her eyes yesterday is now completely gone. Breakfast goes in a quiet matter, so unusual to this happy household. Jongin offers to take Tae to Kindergarten and soon sees his son jumping inside his backseat. Moving like a robot she walks over and fixes his tie, he doesn’t even notice it was crooked. Well she was always better at handling it anyway.

Turning around she slides a sheet of paper in front of him, Jongin looks closely and sees lots of too professional words he hates so much.

“I signed it.” she says quietly. “Like I promised. You’re free.” That’s it. just a little doodle of Jongin’s signature is needed and everything will be over. Isn’t it what he wanted? Without a word he slides the papers inside his laptop bag and walk to the door.

Similar to the times before she walks him to the door and just like it used to be usual, he kisses her forehead and says “Bye”. But this time it doesn’t feel like usual at all.  

The day goes as usual for you. Just like it’s been this past month. You go to work, use your lunch period to pick up Tae and chew on a small bun to get you through the day. You make sure Tae doesn’t mess around and does his homework, then you take his hand and go back to the journey back home. You unlock the house, take off your coat, wash Tae’s hands and heat up the dinner you cooked the previous day. As if everything is the same but at the same time nothing is.

Even if usually you always manage to put a smile on your face just for the sake of your son, today you can’t. Today you can’t force yourself anything. You don’t have enough energy. And you know Tae feels it. Not just your feelings but you can see the same mood from him. Your son hasn’t smiled all day and you hate it. You hate it more than anything.

You know what changed. The hope is gone. Even if you spent the month alone you hoped, you wished Jongin would wake up and just come back, for you the bright future of your family wasn’t torn. You still hoped, deep down in your heart. Now you know it’s over. You lost. You lost him.

You finally manage to set the table managing not to break down seeing the number of plates. You will stay strong for your child. He deserves to have you properly functioning. Tae comes from his room slowly and sits down by your low table.

“Eat well, Tae.” You smile warmly and reach to kiss his head. He smiles too. And how can a five year old’s smile even be so full of sadness.

You’re just about to eat when you hear the lock of your front door open. You don’t know what to think. Your motherly instincts are reaching for Tae in case of a burglary. Why would a burglar step inside your house so calmly, it’s irrational you know, but you can’t give yourself any false hope that maybe what you think is happening, is actually happening.

You’re only looking at Tae, afraid to look straight at the entrance and you see your son’s face change. From curiosity to confusion and finally a shy and timid smile forms on his face.

“Daddy.” He calls.

You finally look forward.

“Started dinner without me?”

Jongin is standing with his suitcase, dressed warmly in a winter coat, his shoes are already neatly arranged in their proper place. There’s a small pout on is face for emphasis.

He looks godly.

He looks like home.

Tae looks lost, but you’re sure you’re even more confused. But your son fixes himself in a second and runs to hug his dad, like he would every day. Your son can control himself very well, but you’re sure Jongin can also see just how happy he is to see his dad, home.

You don’t let down your guard yet.

You stay frozen at your seat.

“Ahh, today was such a tiring day at work, I can’t even stand on my feet.” Jongin yawns and takes off his coat. “I’ll go wash my hands. Y/N can you please check my bag? There’s so much trash in there from work, could to throw it out? Or I’ll forget and it’ll stay there for days…” he continues talking down the hallway, his voice slowly disappearing.

I have to add a plate you think, but first, you walk over and pick up Jongin’s suitcase, opening the zip. You see paper, torn to little pieces. Torn so fiercely you wouldn’t have recognized it hadn’t you put it here in the morning. 

It’s the divorce papers.

And even though they’re destroyed, you can clearly see, there’s not a trace of Jongin’s signature.  

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Guilty - Part 5

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2,334 words

Pairing: Reader x Baekhyun / Reader x Kai

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find yourself getting more and more frustrated with Kai as he keeps hanging out with his ex-girlfriend, Krystal, against your wishes. Your solution? Hang out with Baekhyun instead.

You woke up in the morning, feeling refreshed. You even woke up before your alarm, which almost never happened. Your phone vibrated on the nightstand and you went to grab it, seeing a text from Baekhyun.

It read, We can get dinner after I get off work, okay?

You replied, Okay. I’ll be home from class. You get off at 5, right?

He wrote, Yeah. I have a couple errands to run so I’ll pick you up around 8.

See you then, you wrote.

You assumed that it might get awkward, but Baekhyun was making it so much easier for you. It amazed you how normal this conversation with him was going. When you saw the text notification from him, you were worried. You thought that he might text you something flirty or suggestive. But he didn’t. After all, all of this was supposed to be kept a secret.

For some reason, sneaking around with Baekhyun excited you. You’d had sex with him and touched yourself to the thought of him. Before that night, you never considered doing anything with Baekhyun. Thoughts like that never crossed your mind. But that night, after arguing with Kai and drinking, there was a sexual tension between the two of you that you never felt before. You kissed and it went places you never expected it to.

You got up out of bed with a grin. After stretching, you made your way to the bathroom to get ready for your day of classes.

“Where are we going?” you asked, as Baekhyun pulled you along the streets of Seoul. The two of you ended up at a ramen restaurant. It was your favorite one, at that. Baekhyun smirked as you came to the realization and walked inside. You were seated immediately, next to a table with three high school girls.

They immediately started staring at Baekhyun and giggling. As Baekhyun sat down, you said, “You have some fans…”

Baekhyun shrugged. “I’m good looking. Of course they’ll look.”

You kicked him from under the table. “Cocky…”

“If they were guys, I bet they’d be drooling over you, too.”

You rolled your eyes and picked up the menu. Baekhyun just chuckled before picking up his menu, eyeing it carefully. You studied his face while he was looking at the menu. He was so attractive; sexually and physically. You never looked at Baekhyun like this. It was strange but you couldn’t seem to look away.

Between mouthfuls of ramen and pieces of pork, you stole glances at him. You couldn’t be sure if he noticed you watching him. If he did notice, he wasn’t saying anything. He just kept quiet and eating his noodles.

About a half hour and a beer later, Baekhyun paid the bill despite your protests to split it. “Hey!” he said, pushing your hand away. “I said that I was paying!” Ignoring you, he handed the woman his credit card.

“Thank you. Please come again!” The woman smiled and handed the card back with both hands.

Baekhyun said, “Have a good night.” With that, he motioned for you to follow him. The night was still young. It was just after nine-thirty, you noticed, as you walked out onto the sidewalk.

There were a bunch of high school students outside, probably leaving their study groups and such. You certainly didn’t miss those days of getting no sleep and studying so hard that your head hurt. You were grateful that college was so much less stressful than high school.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Baekhyun as you turned a corner. “You’re thinking about how I’m gonna beat you in all the games we’re about to play, aren’t you?”

“We’ll see about that, Baekhyun,” you muttered.

“Haha!” you shouted victoriously, slamming your fist on the machine.

“Whatever.” Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “I almost had you.”

“Key word,” you said, poking him, “almost.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Aw, do you want a rematch?”

“Nope.”

“How about a snack? It’ll cheer you up. How about crepes?” Baekhyun pouted, with his arms folded across his chest. You leaned closer to him. “I know you can’t reject food…”

He sighed. “Fine but I want to get you that Pikachu before we leave.”

You shrugged as Baekhyun went over to the claw machine. You’d tried to get it, at least five times, but you’d failed. And now Baekhyun wanted to win it for you. It was a sweet gesture since you’d already failed a few times. Baekhyun walked over to the claw machine that was holding your stuffed animal hostage and put in two coins.

The first try, Baekhyun failed. With a suck of his teeth, he put in two more coins. Fail. Two more coins. Fail. Two more coins later, the claw finally latched onto the Pickachu plushie you wanted. Both of your lips parted as the stuffed toy made it into the slot safely. You clapped your hands together as Baekhyun handed it to you with a huge grin, from ear to ear.

“Thanks,” you said, taking it from him.

“No problem. Now let’s go get those crepes,” he said, nudging you before putting his hands in his pockets. The two of you left the arcade, headed for the car. The crepe shop you liked to go to was about two blocks from your house.

You got in the passenger seat and said, “Thanks for tonight, Baekhyun. I needed it.”

He smiled as he pulled off. “Any time.”

Not once did you think about Kai. You were still annoyed at him, but you cooled down now. You were sure you’d have a lot to talk about once Kai got back. You weren’t excited about it but the two of you needed to reevaluate your relationship. Krystal just seemed to be an obstacle that was in the way of things. Things would be ten times easier if they had never dated in the first place.

You took the first bite of your crepe, nutella oozing out from it. Baekhyun took a bite of his, too, as you walked toward your house. He shook his head at you and wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb. Some nutella had managed to get on your face.

He winked at you and said, “Making a mess…” You started to say something suggestive, but you thought better of it and decided not to. You walked toward your building slowly. Baekhyun opened the door, letting you inside first.

In the elevator, he said, “I had a good time tonight. We should do this more often.”

“I had a good time, too,” you said, walking to the door of the apartment. Baekhyun followed you with a slight smile as you punched in the code that unlocked the door.

You opened your arms to hug Baekhyun. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a tight squeeze. When he pulled away, you made the mistake of making eye contact with him. On top of that, you made eye contact with him for far longer than you should have. He leaned in closer to peck you on the lips. You let him.

When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes again. He searched for acceptance before kissing you again. Here you were kissing Baekhyun in the hallway. You wanted him so bad, more than anything. You were getting hot and bothered just by thinking about having sex again.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him into the apartment. Your sister’s shoes weren’t there; she was probably still out, which meant that you had the apartment to yourself for now. You could get it done quickly and then Baekhyun could go home before your sister got back.

Baekhyun grabbed your face, kissing you hungrily, as you lead him toward your room, bumping into walls as you did. You made it to your room, closing it shut and locking it just in case. Your sister never came in without knocking but you weren’t trying to take that risk.

He sat you on the bed, never once taking his lips off yours. He pulled away and bit his bottom lip. “You don’t know how bad I want you…”

You didn’t say anything, but you unbuckled his belt. “This is the last time,” you said. “This has to be the last time.” You couldn’t keep doing this.

Baekhyun’s lips met yours once more as you pulled at each others’ clothes, tossing them into piles all over your room. Baekhyun’s lips were all over your body, taking special care to suck lightly on your neck and nipples, careful not to leave any marks. He rubbed your clit, gently pushing into it with his fingers. He ran his fingers across your slit, already wet for him.

He groaned as you wrapped your hand around his cock, rubbing it up and down. As you did, two of his fingers made their way inside of you. His fingers thrusted in and out of you slowly. “You’re so ready for me…” He kissed you one more time before pulling you by your thighs. He lined himself up with you and pushed inside you.

You gasped as he made his way inside. He put your legs on his shoulders and pushed deep inside of you. You arched your back in response to the sudden pleasure. He thrusted into you, nice, slow, and deep. You were so horny and you couldn’t help but moan.

Suddenly, Baekhyun stopped. “I think your sister is back…” You stopped to listen and, sure enough, you heard your sister’s keys being put in the bowl on the counter. She didn’t knock on your door. Instead, she walked past your room to her own bedroom.

Baekhyun put his finger in front of his mouth, signaling for you to keep quiet.

You said, “Are you crazy?” Your sister was home. If anything, you needed to get him out of the apartment as soon as possible. Your sister wouldn’t be upset that you had a guy over. The problem was that the guy you had over was not Kai. He wasn’t the man you were supposed to be dating. She knew of Baekhyun but he’d definitely never come over before.

He whispered in your ear, “Keep quiet.” He covered your mouth and pushed into you harder. The bed made a little too much noise for you to just be “sleeping.” Baekhyun whispered that he had an idea as he pulled out of you. He walked over to the mirror and pulled you into him. He inserted himself into you, pushing upward.

Through the mirror, you saw him watching you. He held your hips as he fucked you, pounding you. You let out a whimper. Baekhyun covered your mouth and said, “Shh, baby…”

He didn’t realize how much he was turning you on. He was staring at you through the mirror. You didn’t think that he took his eyes off of you. He took your breasts in his hands, squeezing them in his hands. “So perfect…”

You could feel your walls tightening. You were going to cum soon. He was so good at sex and you couldn’t get enough. Baekhyun was like a drug. Sex with him was addicting. You’d said that this had to be the last time, but you didn’t want to stop. You didn’t want to give this up. He could always make you feel good, even if he wasn’t there.

He was driving you crazy with each thrust. Each one was hard and deep. You wanted to scream, you wanted to shout but, with your sister home, it wasn’t a good idea. It was bad enough that you were having sex with Baekhyun in the first place. He watched you, with such lust in his eyes. He was biting his lip again, to keep from making any noises of his own.

“You make me so crazy,” you whispered. You watched him as he smiled in the mirror. Then he bent you over, pulling your arms as he thrusted into you. Hard.

You felt like you might collapse. If Baekhyun hadn’t been holding you by your arms, you were sure that you would actually fall over. Your knees became weak and, in the mirror, you saw yourself beginning to squirm. But Baekhyun didn’t let you go. He kept hitting the same spot that was making you begin to cum. You whimpered and your lips parted as he thrusted into you one last time, sending you both over the edge.

You woke up in a panic. Baekhyun was next to you, fast asleep, with his arm now wrapped around your leg. You didn’t remember falling asleep. It took you a moment to realize what had happened. After you had both finished Baekhyun held you, saying that he’d wait a little while to leave in case your sister got up again. He said that he wasn’t tired and he must’ve fallen asleep waiting. The last thing that you remembered was him running his fingers through your hair until you finally passed out.

You looked at your phone. It was almost eight in the morning. You weren’t sure what time Baekhyun had to be at work but it was probably soon. You shook him. He opened his eyes, smiling when he saw you.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, kissing your hand. “What time is it?” He stretched with a yawn.

“Seven forty-nine,” you replied. “You gotta get out of here before my sister sees you.”

He nodded before quickly putting his clothes back on. While he got dressed, you pressed your ear to the door to see if there was any movement. Typically, she would already be gone by now. Usually, she’d be out of the house by seven-thirty. You’d be able to sneak him out of the house easily. Your sister never had to know.

You put on your bra and underwear before unlocking and opening your door. You crept out of your room, with Baekhyun following behind you. Your jaw nearly fell out as your eyes met your sister’s.

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Devil’s Advocate - Chanyeol X Reader AU Series - Chapter 13

Vampire!Chanyeol X Angel!Reader

Genre: Action, fluff, angst, thriller

Warnings: (LOTS OF) Violence, blood, language, possible triggers and themes of death/mentions of death/death

Word Count: 7,430

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A/N: This chapter has been the hardest piece of writing I’ve written to date, you guys. I spent four days straight wrestling with this one. All I am going to say is, hold your breath.

“You’re going to get him out of there,” You stared into Kyungsoo’s deep, emotionless black pools. “Right?”

Kyungsoo faced you slowly, meeting your gaze with one that turned your blood stone cold. His face remained void of all sympathy as he turned his back to you and walked away.

“Kyungsoo!”

Everyone’s heads turned. You found yourself in shock of the volume and desperation in your voice. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you continued.

“You are going to get him out of there.” You lowered your voice, asserting yourself as Kyungsoo continued to walk away from you.

Your blood was boiling as Kyungsoo continued to ignore you. You stalked up to him, hands balled into fists at your side as you caught up to him and halted in front of his path. Kyungsoo was determined, however, and brushed past you with ease.

“Kyungsoo!” You gaped at him in shock. “You have to do something!”

This caused him to stop in his tracks, his face still facing you as he spoke.

“I am doing something,” He growled, the air around him vibrating with a threatening aura. “And that something is going to keep the clan alive.”

Your anger could not longer be controlled, and you ran up to him, grabbing his arm and forcing him to look you in the eye. “And by something you mean you are going to let him die.”

The air was tight between the two of you as his stone-cold stare bore straight into your own, yet you refused to back down.

“The clan is my priority.” Kyungsoo deadpanned. “Nothing else matters.”

As Kyungsoo turned around to walk away from you again, you gripped his elbow. Kyungsoo froze, taking in a vehement breath in frustration. You could tell his patience was wearing dangerously thin.

You didn’t care.

“Chanyeol is your leader.” You dropped your voice, your tone conveying the seriousness of the situation, as well as your stance on it. “You can’t just leave him.”

Kyungsoo’s jaw clenched as he threw off your grip on his arm. His head turned to stare down at you, his expression sending shivers down your spine.

“The clan has a new leader now.”

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Oh My Baby - IV

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 2523

Chanyeol let out a deep sigh as his foot crossed the threshold of the hallway and into his hotel room. He chucked his suitcase and duffle bag to one side of the room and took two steps to reach the bed before flopping himself onto the mattress. He allowed himself to relax for that one small moment after a total travel time of three hours.

Chanyeol heard the door close and tiny, quick footsteps drew closer to his exhausted body. He felt the mattress dip, then he felt the weight of a child suddenly plop onto his back. Chanyeol grunted at the impact. Small arms tried to hug his figure, but they only just reached his sides. Chanyeol rolled over slightly and twisted his head to look behind him. He was greeted with Eunwoo’s face, the boy’s cheek squished against his shoulder. Eunwoo smiled at the older man and tightened his back hug.

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A Taste - part 2 (A Xiumin Two Shot)

MATURE CONTENT 18+ ONLY

Genre: angst / smut / fluff

Characters: Minseok X You

Description: You are in a failing marriage to a man you don’t love. One evening you are tempted by your sweet and beautiful neighbor Minseok. The attraction is undeniable and he kisses you, not knowing you are married. To repay his kindness for helping with your car you invite him over for dinner and tell him the truth about being married.

A/N: Adultry Warning. 🙃 more so than the first part, obviously. Ya’ll saw the word smut up there.

A Taste - Part 1, Part 2

You allowed yourself ten minutes.

Ten whole minutes to think about Minseok. As you sat in the parking lot of the grocery store, you left your car running, and you dwelled on him. The look in his eyes right before he kissed you. The way he smelled, clean and manly. The strength you felt in his arms when they were wrapped around you. You remembered his taste.

Your eyes were closed as you ran your own fingers over your lips. If you concentrated real hard you could still taste him on your lips. You clearly remembered the softness of his kiss, and the way his tongue played against yours. The inviting warmth and the wetness of his mouth. The way his fingers snaked through your hair, holding you close as his mouth moved against yours. The tremor of arousal you felt between your legs. The feel of his arousal as he pulled you into him. The more you thought about him, the faster your breathing became. Your heart pounded inside your chest as you allowed yourself to succumb to your thoughts.

The timer on your phone beeped and you opened your eyes, lowered your hand, and took a deep, frustrated breath.

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