Sorry for months of inactivity again. I haven’t written anything recently but I’ve had this lying around waiting to be posted LOL. tbt to Rewind. And this will definitely have a sequel. Warning: smutty.
It was almost midnight when you approached the door to your friend’s studio apartment. Zhou Mi had messaged you earlier asking you to come over, but you had covered the late shift at work, so this was the soonest you could see him. This wasn’t the first time he’s hit you up this week, each time being the same reason: he was still a complete mess from his break up from 2 weeks ago. You had seen every range of emotion pour out of him, as you patiently listened numerous times to his account and reaction to everything that had happened.
The porch light lit up as you knocked 3 times. “It’s open” you heard a muffled voice yell. You turned the knob and entered the quiet room, quickly assessing what type of day Zhou Mi may have had.
Surprisingly, his place did look a bit tidier than a couple days ago, so he must have spent some time cleaning. The pizza boxes and take out food containers had been cleared from the countertops, and the pile of dishes in the sink had disappeared. His laundry basket once overflowing was empty and even his many shoes had been neatly reorganized on the floor by the entryway.
“Hey Zhou Mi” you called out, as you took off your shoes and rounded the corner to his bedroom area.
There you saw him on his bed, laying almost perfectly still, besides his bare chest rising and falling to the rhythm of his breathing. The black distressed jeans he was wearing hugged his hips nicely and his long legs hung off the end of the bed. The lamp light shined off his sculpted chest, and admittedly, you tried not to stare. How anyone could hurt and leave this handsome man was beyond you.
In his right hand, he held up a small tape recorder. He had stopped replaying it, thankfully, his ex girlfriend’s voice and their past happy interactions placed on pause, but he still stared at it intently.
“Hey” he said neutrally, not bothering to look at you.
You laid down on your side next to him. “Oh, Zhou Mi” you said, patting his head softly. “You’ve gotta stop torturing yourself.” You carefully took the recorder out of his hand and placed it on the opposite bedside table from him. “You need to stop listening to this and get over her” you said as gently as possible.
“I can’t stop thinking about her.” Zhou Mi sighed, staring at the ceiling. “It’s like I want to rewind time and try again.”
You shook your head. “You know you can’t, Mi. What’s done is done. But I know you’ll recover from this.”
He flipped onto his stomach and groaned into the pillow. “I need something to get my mind off of it.”
You sighed understandingly, placing a hand on his naked back and rubbed it up and down soothingly. Zhou Mi’s breathing came to a steady pace, and he turned his head out of the pillow towards you, smiling gratefully at you for the comfort.
You glanced down at him, returning his gaze with a small smile. You took a deep breath, and before you could stop, the words tumbled right out of your mouth: “I know how I can get your mind off of it.”
He looked at you curiously, and propped himself up on his elbow. You moved your hand that was on his back to his face and lightly stroked his cheek. Slowly, you leaned over, and though his eyes widened in surprise when he realized what you were doing, he closed the gap between you two. He kissed you softly at first, then a little more passionately, pushing his tongue into your mouth and tasting every inch he could. Though you were shocked at your own forwardness, you were even more stunned at his eager response.
Slowly, he rolled his body on top of yours, moving both his hands to cup your face. You breathed him in deeply, wrapping your arms around him fully, and spread your legs so he could settle in between them. His hips grinded against yours and you could feel the hard on forming in his pants. You held back a moan even though you were thoroughly loving the friction. You pulled him even closer, reveling in the feeling of his soft, smooth skin under your fingertips as you dug your nails in ever so slightly.
His kisses became sloppier as his mouth moved down your neck. His hands now roamed under your shirt, feeling for your bra. His thumbs had just barely skimmed over your breasts before he quickly pulled away.
“Are you sure this is okay?”
You nodded, a little too enthusiastically for trying to feign being calm.
He bit his lip nervously, contemplating. “We’re best friends.”
“We are?” You halfway sat up and looked him in the eyes. “Because I was starting to feel like your life coach this week.”
That got a grin out of him, and you saw his body relax when he laughed. “All right, all right, so I was being a little dramatic, I get it.”
You relaxed too, feeling much more secure with your friend when joking around. “Not even dramatic, just dumb” you teased. “Honestly, I think you need a reminder that whoever gave up all of this-” you traced your fingers down his body, outlining each abdominal muscle “-isn’t worth still stressing about.”
His smile curled into a smirk. “Then help me destress.”
Your confidence skyrocketed and you threw a flirtatious smile at him as you laid back down, pulling him with you.
Zhou Mi wasted no more time, instantly whipping off your t-shirt and diving right back into your neck. You hardly had time to react as one of his hands reached behind you and unclipped your bra, discarding it carelessly. His kisses turned to bites as they trailed farther down on your skin until you felt one of your breasts enveloped in the warm wetness of his mouth. His tongue circled your nipple and you arched your back at the sensation. He gave the same treatment to the other before hurriedly working to get your jeans and underwear off. Both articles of clothing joined the others on the floor, and his eyes washed over your naked body hungrily, yet when he spoke, his voice was gentle as ever.
You blushed at his compliment, and sat up a little to kiss his chest and run your hands across his tight abs. “You do too.”
Your fingers then worked swiftly to undo his jeans. He shivered under your touch. “Let me get on top” you said as you watched him shimmy off his pants and boxers the rest of the way.
He didn’t protest, just retrieved a condom from one of his drawers and set it next to him on the bed. You climbed onto his lap and he reached forward, inserting two long fingers into your already wet entrance.
But to his surprise, you pushed his hand away and immediately unwrapped the condom onto his length. “I just want you to feel good” you explained.
Not taking a moment’s pause, you slid down onto him. Zhou Mi gasped, but quickly recovered, throwing his hips into yours one time, making you let out the same sound he had, just as you began to ride him.
You balanced your hands on his chest as you set a steady pace, loving the little moans that escaped from his lips as a sign for how clearly he was enjoying you. Zhou Mi was big, and filled you up completely every time your bodies came together. He gripped your hips forcefully as he watched you work, fully appreciating how this was the perfect distraction from his worries.
“______” he said your name breathlessly.
You opened your eyes that you didn’t remember closing. The pleasure in your core had been steadily building, and the way your own name rolled off his tongue, the husky sound coming from deep in his throat, was just about to push you to the edge.
Zhou Mi noticed the look on your face and thrusted up into you. Your breath hitched as he hit your sweet spot. Grabbing your ass, he guided you onto his length over and over again, making sure to hit that spot every time he entered you. Your legs trembled and the noises that slipped out from your parted lips were foreign to you. No one had made you feel this good, at least, not in a long time. Yet here you were with your best friend, who knew you inside and out, now literally, making you lose any and all coherent thought as each of his thrusts brought you closer to your climax.
Zhou Mi moved his hands again – one to hold your waist, the other venturing to your clit. With the lightest flick of his thumb against your most sensitive area, you let go completely, your orgasm rippling through you all the way to your toes, his name leaving your mouth in a loud moan.
Your body weakened and collapsed on his chest. Zhou Mi’s strong arms flipped you over so he was on top. With your inner walls still tight around him, he fucked you even harder, his head buried into your neck, his breath hot on your skin. You clutched his biceps as he pounded into you faster and faster, but it wasn’t until you wrapped your legs around his waist, sending him in even deeper that finally brought him to his release. That singer’s voice of his allowed him to produce the most beautiful climactic moan you’ve ever heard, then, exhausted and sweaty, he fell onto his back.
