Poly (Ch.1)
Warnings: NSFW.
A/N: So this is some smut I found from November 2017. I don’t really get chance to write anymore (art student. ‘nuff said), but I found this on my google drive and thought I may as well add it to my archives?? There were more chapters planned, but I hope someone can get some enjoyment out of this one :)
The tip tapping sounds of rapid typing filled your ears. It was another late afternoon, and today you were working from home. You sat on the sofa in your lazy wear - a perfect example of the benefits of working at home - cross-legged, and tapping away at the laptop on your legs.
Usually, the sound of your own typing wouldn’t be the only instance of it in the apartment. Just like yourself, Saeyoung operated from within the apartment, and he’d be working on his own assignments, tapping away much more furiously than you could. God, he worked hard. His habit of working without breaks and neglecting self-care made you so grateful you could all live together.
You sipped at the drink you made, scanning through what you’d already written for errors. Your eyes were skim-reading line through line, when suddenly a firm grip clenched around your shoulders.
“Play with me.” a voice whispered playfully in your ear.
You very nearly spat out the drink, bringing a hand to your mouth and swallowing hard. Stunned, you turned your head to look at Saeyoung, eyebrows raised.
“What?- What are you doing?” you breathed.
“Play with me,” he repeated himself.
“Saeyoung, you know I’ve got work to do… Have you finished yours?”
“Mhm,” he murmured, “I’m all free now babeh.”
The grip he had on your shoulders persisted, but instead he began to squeeze, the pressure ebbing and waning as he massaged over your nerves. Your body loosened, and your head fell back to the support of the sofa cushion. You whimpered and closed your eyes, and he smirked down at your helpless face.
With half-lidded eyes, you met his gaze.
“Please, I really do have to work now...” you groaned.
“Can’t you finish it later?” he whined at you.
You know, maybe you really could. The guy worked constantly, and very rarely did he get breaks during the day like this. He worked the morning, and somehow managed to get every job of his complete.
“Saeyoung, are you... horny?” you stared at him dead in the face. His eyes widened for a second, before averting yours. He seemed to be thinking to himself for a moment, and bit his lip in contemplation. When he turned back, his playfulness had turned to something a little more serious.
“I might be,” he muttered to you, much smoother than his usual tone.
You placed a hand to his cheek, and slowly, instinctively, your lips connected. The kiss was soft and tender, but you both knew it wouldn’t be enough. Saeyoung was the one to pull away, promptly climbing over the top of the sofa to your side. He sensibly closed the lid of your laptop, and placed it on the coffee table.
“Definitely don’t want that interfering now.”
Saeyoung leaned into you and resumed the kiss, pushing you backwards into the soft pillows you’d chosen once as a group. This time, his hunger overpowered his patience - all morning, he’d thought about this moment. He was just in the mood, and it was unshakeable. The day’s jobs were never actually completed. He just needed this.
His hand began to roam and feel out the curves of your body, squeezing from the line of your hips, to the volume of your breasts. Your expressions changed and gasps escaped as his touch became rougher - this did not go unnoticed, instead encouraging his arousal. He pressed it against your own, and began to push into you, the both of you still clothed. The stimulation built and built, and you disconnected the kiss to gasp for air, grasping at the material on his back.
Your hands found the hem of his shirt, and pulled it halfway up to reveal his toned torso. He continued the rest of the pull for you, stretching the shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground beside the sofa. Kneeled over you, who were laid out beneath him, he took a second to admire your flushed and dazed state. Maybe you’re flushed under the shirt, too?
He pulled at the hem, and you stretched out your arms to let him remove it from over your head. With his mind focused on nothing but that moment, he tossed your shirt to the floor without a care. He marvelled at the flushed colour of your chest; the way you became at the hands of his stimulation. As if he was looking at a treat - and he believed he was - he lowered his face to your chest, and traced his tongue along your skin, beginning nearer your shoulders, but moving closer and closer to the erogenous zones of your breasts. The trail from his tongue felt cold at first, but… you kind of liked that.
Fingers hooked under the front of your bra, pulling up the material to reveal your breast. Teasingly, he licked and sucked, paying attention to your whimpers and the way you grabbed at his hair, intent on making you the biggest mess he possibly could. He felt triumphant as you let out a particularly sharp moan, pulling him in tighter and desperately dragging your fingers through his hair.
Then, a clicking noise could be heard, as the front door was unlocked. Yoosung had entered the room, returning home from university. The two of you froze for an unknown number of seconds, and an electric feeling ran down your spine. Your mind emptied.