Kibum sighed, a huff of annoyance barely heard over your giggles and gasps for air. He couldn’t take it anymore. “Honestly, it isn’t that funny.”
You wiped tears from your eyes. “It kinda is. I mean,” you sat up straight and put on a serious expression, “What are the odds of this happening?”
His earthy brown eyes landed on you with a look that bordered on disdain. “You know, we don’t have to do this. We can pretend we had a cordial meal and just tell Minho it was nice, but we didn’t feel a spark.”
“And why would I lie about something so stupid?” You bit your lip to keep from laughing again, absolutely delighting in the way things were turning out. Picking up your menu, you spoke flippantly, “And I’m hungry. Might as well grab a bite to eat.”
“We hate each other. One would think you’d jump at the chance to get away from me,” he hissed.
You shrugged. “Mm, yeah. But this? Even better. Good food and a chance to watch you squirm.” He rolled his eyes and put his hands on the table, prepared to stand. “And if you ditch me, I will let Minho know. I’ll even encourage him to ask our server how you behaved.”
Kibum froze, eyes wide with shock. “That’s—”
“Blackmail? Coercion? Hm, maybe I just know Minho cares about his reputation and will one hundred percent hold it over your head, regardless of our personal history.” You leaned closer and added in a whisper, “I couldn’t imagine betraying my best friend like that.”
Minutes ticked by slowly as he drummed his fingers on the dining table, tongue in cheek. He refused to look at you while you calmly sipped your mimosa.
The server returned to take your order, and he surprised you by picking up his own menu. “Ladies first.”
A86— “The more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave.”
Warnings: Humour, suggestive, ass grabbing.
W/C: 941.
“Kibum, come on, let’s just go in,” You say, holding onto his hand and trying to pull him up the stairs towards the venue, you and his friends had all pitched in to get the place and organised a birthday party for him, but he was currently having none of it. “Come on, it could be something interning.”
“And what if it’s not?” He asks. “What if we crash someone else’s party?” You were feeling frustrated with him, but you had to get him inside without giving anything away. “What if it’s fans?”
“You won’t know if you don’t come along,” You say, hoping that the tactic would work. “And if it is, we can always have an adventure through the city then, what do you say?” You watch as he places his other hand on his hip to look at you. “Kibum, come on.”
“Okay, okay, no need to get snappy with me,” He says, you could hear the sass in his tone, and you wanted to roll your eyes, but you resist the urge. “Let’s go see what’s happening then,” You smile in victory before guiding him up the stairs and into the doors, it was quiet, but the lights were all on and everything was set up, the bartender was the only person you could see moving. “Well… it’s a dead party.”
“SURPRISE!” Everyone yells as they jump out from their spot, you look at Kibum and see the shock on his face, and an emotion you couldn’t quite place your finger on ringing in his eyes.
“I, oh, whoa, you…” He stutters out, unable to find the right words. “For me?” His hand releases yours to bring both his hands to his chest, a smile begins forming on his lips. “Wait, is this why you’ve been nagging me to get in here?” You nod your head.
“I knew that’s why we waited so long,” Minho says. “I can’t believe you were being stubborn,” He walks towards you both and places his hand on Kibum’s shoulder. “We waited almost an hour for you, we were starting to think you weren’t coming.”
“No, he was being stubborn outside,” You mutter. “But the birthday boy has made it to his party,” You smile up at Kibum, music suddenly starts playing and Kibum was lead into the awaiting crowd while you made your way to a seat to rest your aching feet and legs after struggling to get him inside for almost forty minutes, you smile at some of his friends and greet them, striking up a conversation with some of them as you rest, hours pass, and you had moved away from the table, and you were now standing at the bar drinking a glass of water, it was nearing one in the night and the party hadn’t shown any signs of slowing down, you had only caught glimpses of Kibum through the night, making you happy that he was enjoying himself.
“If I had known you were trying to get me to come to my own party, I wouldn’t have put up such a fight,” Kibum says as he leans over the bar next to you, you chuckle and put the glass down. “I’d have made it easy for you.”
“Oh, would you have?” You ask, a teasing smile on your lips. “But would it have been such a big surprise if I did tell you it was for you?” He looks at you for a moment, his eyes slowly lowering over your form.
“Touché,” He mutters, his eyes continuing to drop down your form. “I was thinking we’d be home early,” You hum and look around the venue. “But right now… the more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave,” You snap your head back to him. “As beautiful as you look tonight,” You feel his hand on your waist and feel him slide it lower, over your thighs and to the inside of your thighs. “I think your clothes would look better on our bedroom floor,” You take his hand and pull it away right before his fingers could slide any higher.
“You want to abandon your party to go home?” You ask, your eyes fluttering slightly, you feel his other hand on your waist before he pulls you closer, his hand slides to your back and slowly over your asscheek before squeezing it.
“I do… so badly right now,” He mutters, his breath hitting your face as he spoke, he leans closer, moving his face to the side of your head. “I want to devour you to end off the celebration of my birth,” You swallow, feeling heat rising up your neck and towards your cheeks. “And I’ve now spoken to everyone here tonight, and now I feel like I need to avert my attention back to you.”
“Kibum…” You whisper, you could feel your insides shifting at his tone of words, his hand almost grips your ass harder, his fingers slipping towards your covered folds, and you feel them graze against them, your eyes fall shut in an instant at the feeling.
“Come on…” He mutters, his lips now brushing against the shell of your ear. “Let’s go home,” You bite the insides of your cheeks, swallowing, your breathing picks up. “Let me thank you for not giving up to get me inside,” It only took a nod from you for him to pull you towards the exit, without giving you a chance to say goodbye to anyone, not that he had said his goodbye either, he was too hastily to get back home to pause and say his farewell.
“Why did we have to go through this creepy place?” Kibum whispers harshly as he tugs on your sleeve.
“It’s the faster way home, and because SOMEONE didn’t want to go home yet,” you emphasize, making direct eye contact with him. “We couldn’t leave when it was early. Now we have to walk back and to make up for it, you will walk through this.”
“No because what kind of person thinks that hiding skeletons in the freaking alley to be funny?” he hisses as he grabs onto your arm.
“I don’t see anything wrong with it?” you hold in a laugh as he tightens his grip on your arm.
“Nothin- OH HOLY FUCK,” Kibum screams and jumps back, placing you in front of him when a skeleton pops up from a sitting position.
“Wow, thanks for saving my life,” you mutter sarcastically when he finally calms down.
“No cause why are bones so scary? We literally ARE bones- AHHH!” he screeches and takes off to the exit of the alley leaving you by yourself.
“Yup, that will be some good blackmail,” you laugh as you take your phone out of your pocket. You save the video and casually walk towards the exit where Kibum took off.
Pairing: Pirate Kibum x Noble Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1.6K
As mean as it is, you’re glad your escort is seasick. Rather than badgering you to be a proper noble, they’re resigned to their beds, probably for the entirety of your voyage.
You take in a deep breath of sea air. For just a few days, you can be the most free you’ve been since you were a child. It’s the least you deserve given what awaits you in the next port.
“You look like you have the weight of the ocean on your shoulders.” An old man with grizzled hair and a salt-stiff beard leans his elbows on the railing beside you. He doesn’t look at you, keeping his eyes out on the endless field of waves.
Although his clothes are ragged and his voice rough, you smile. It’s nice to be talked to like a human instead of an object. “Is it that obvious?”
“Aye. When you’ve seen as many years as I have, you learn to read people.” He casts a sideways look at you. “Sometimes dropping a few words in the ears of a listener lightens the load.”
“Are you sure you want to listen? It’s a long story.”
Your new friend gestures beyond the ship. “It’s a long trip.”
“Alright. Once upon a time-”
“You’re one of those fanciful ones, are ya?”
“You offered.”
The old man waves his hand in acknowledgment.
“Once upon a time,” you say again, a smile playing on your lips. “There were two children. One noble, one common-born. They didn’t know of or care about the difference then. All they knew was their love for each other. However, as they grew older, they became more aware of just how distant their worlds were. So, the commoner boy decided to go off to find himself a treasure rich enough to make him worthy.”
“The hope of many a young man,” he comments. “Did he find it?”
Your smile falls and you look away. Like an old wound remembering its painful creation, your heart throbs. “No. His ship was boarded by pirates before he even made it abroad. They killed him and threw his body overboard.”
“How do you know for sure?”
“Because,” you wipe at your burning eyes before looking over but your voice still trembles, “he never came home to me.”
His hand lifts like he means to wipe your tears from your cheeks, but he stops himself. Instead, he reaches into his coat and pulls out a handkerchief, which he hands to you.
“So your sorrow comes from being here,” he says, looking away to give you the privacy to clean your cheeks, “because it reminds you of him.”
You shake your head. “No. I hate the sea. I hate that it took him from me and that now, it takes me from him.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m on my way to my marriage bed,” you reply, laughing mirthlessly. “My parents decided they had indulged me and my vow to remain forever unwed long enough.”
“You would stay faithful to a dead man?” he asks disbelievingly.
“I could never love another,” you say fiercely.
Before either of you can say anything else, a cry comes from the crows nest. “Pirates! Pirates off the starboard bow!”
Sure enough, there she is. Her sides are painted pitch black while her sails are blood red and above them all flaps the skull banner. Your own ship is large and ungainly while the sleek pirate vessel is gaining as if Hell’s winds itself pushed her forward.
“We have to get below deck!” You grab the old man’s arm. “Come to my cabin.”
He shakes you off, ushering you to a stack of barrels. “They’ll look there first. Hide here.”
“Wait!” You try to grab his jacket to pull him into the hiding spot with you, but he’s deceptively fast.
You hear the crew running all over as the captain screams orders.
“Can’t this thing go faster?” the captain demands.
“We’re dead in the water, sir!” a crew member responds. “Someone’s sabotaged our rudder!”
Sabotage?
“ Above it all, a voice from the pirate ship hails yours. You peek through a crack between the barrels and see it’s coming even closer.
“Surrender now! Offer no resistance and you all live. We will only take goods,” the pirate shouts. “Resist and we kill all aboard and take it all anyway. You have one minute before we board.”
It doesn’t even take a quarter of a minute before you see the old man himself waving a white flag.
For the first time since stepping on the ship, you feel like you’re about to throw up. Your heart thumps so hard you wonder how no one hears it as the pirates come abreast and anchor their ship to yours with hooks.
A plank is plopped on the deck. The pirate who strides across it is tall, darkly tanned, heavily muscled and devilishly handsome. He stares arrogantly at the crew, eyes searching for something. When he approaches your new friend, you nearly burst from behind the barrels. The cowards would dare target an old man?
It feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over your head when the pirate bends at the waist in front of the old man, presenting a hat with a scarlet feather in it. “Captain.”
“Captain?” the captain of your ship splutters, voicing your own question.
The old man straightens his back and grins. He reaches up to his face and rips his beard off. It falls to the deck, quickly followed by his hair.
In his place is now a young man, black hair sleek like a raven’s wing and skin still bright with youth’s glow. He takes the hat from the pirate and places it on his head. Winking and mockingly saluting your captain, he says, “Yes. Captain Key of the Atlantis, Prince of the High Seas. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?”
“How dare you-”
“Minho, shut him up, please,” Key says with a sigh and wave of his hand.
The pirate who first boarded immediately sets his sword against the captain’s throat.
“Lucky for you,” Key continues, “I’m not really here for your cargo, captain. I’m here for one of your passengers.”
You freeze when Key looks directly at you. In a second, he’s right in front of you. You squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself to be hauled out, trussed up, and tossed into the hold. Why would he want you? Ransom?
“Hey.” Fingers slip beneath your chin to tilt your face up. “You don’t recognize me, pretty one?”
Pretty one... only one person in the world has ever called you by that pet name.
Your eyes fly open to find Key smiling down at you.
This close, without the beard and wild hair... It’s been many years since you last saw your beloved. Key’s face is angular, cat-like, and self-assurance saturates his being like a king enthroned. This is not the boy named Kibum that you fell in love with.
But as you gaze at him, you see shadows of that boy. The smile tucked in the corners of his mouth, the set of his eyes, and... the scar on his eyebrow, earned when you both fell out of a tree while playing.
Hesitantly, you reach up to touch that scar. Kibum cups your hand, pressing it to his face. His eyes shine, but they’re too busy drinking you in as you are him.
“How did you...” your voice cracks, unable to continue.
“It was the talk of the town when I put into port a month ago,” Kibum explains. “It didn’t take too much to get the right person drunk to spill the details. I couldn’t let you get married when we were already engaged.”
“But you didn’t come back! Why?” You strike him in the chest, but Kibum gathers you in his arms before you can hit him again. Your tears come hard and fast, the relief, doubt, and ache too much to hold back anymore. “I thought you were dead.”
“I promised you the world,” Kibum replies, stroking your back. He kisses your temple. “Took me longer than I planned to do that.”
“But a pirate, Kibum?”
You feel him shrug. “You were right about my ship getting attacked by pirates. But they gave us an offer: join and earn part of the bounty or stay and risk dying before being found. I promised you I’d stay alive. Plus, it pays well.”
“I hate you. You could have sent me a letter, a note, something!”
Kibum laughs. “I’m sorry, my dear.”
You glare at him. “I highly doubt that.”
He ignores you. “Now that I have you, I can fulfill the last promise I made to you.”
"What promise?”
Kibum releases you, but keeps his hands on your shoulders. "I promised you three things, once upon a time. That I would come back and that I would become rich enough for the both of us... Do you remember the third?”
You shake your head. After you thought Kibum had died, those supposedly broken promises had faded.
“I promised you adventure.” He stands, bows, and holds out his hand. “Ready to join me?”
Grinning, you take Kibum’s hand. “That you did.”
In place of a ‘yes,’ you grab Kibum’s face and kiss him with all those years of longing.
kintsukuroi // 金繕い (japanese, n.) - “to repair with gold”; the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken
genre: bittersweet
note: this drabble was requested by shinee loving anon! using this list of words, please feel free to make a request! sorry for not coming out with something a little mroe cheerful on Key’s birthday! (there will be some Key comedy in the 4 O’Clock epilogue this weekend, though!)
"I've never really been the kind of person who tries to count the stars," Key says, feeling all at once that he is falling into the glittering night sky. "And I've never been able to map out any of their shapes. But lately--"
His breath is a white mist in the chilly autumn night.
"Lately, I have been trying more often; every night, this week. Lately, I've been squinting harder. Lately-- lately, I've thought about splurging on a telescope or something because I just can't see anything."
Quietly, you tiptoe around the suggestion: "Maybe you're trying too hard. Maybe you're not meant to count the stars. Maybe you're not supposed to find their shapes; maybe they're supposed to find you."
"Maybe." Key smiles, and he offers a smile unlike anything you have ever seen. Somehow, it is hesitant and eager, radiant and dampened, fragmented and complete. Somehow, it is haunting, heartbreaking, and the most beautiful light in the glittering night sky.
"Maybe," you say, feeling all at once that there has never been a sadder word spoken. There has never been a more hopeful word spoken.
If there's any drabble slots left for the Chelle Chat, could I please request some fluffy Boyfriend!Key? Maybe something where you're both idols but you two managed to get some time off to go on a vacation (that second part is just an idea and feel free to ignore it, I'm sure anything you come up with will be great ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)
Ooh, a second SHINee story! I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Kim Kibum x reader
Word count: 256
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You had never timed something as well as this vacation. And now that it had finally occurred, all you had done since arriving at your hotel was argue.
“I want to go sight-seeing!”
“There are boutiques I want to hit up first,” Kibum retorted, uncaring when you folded your arms across your chest. “You can pout all you like but you’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t get to that one store in the plaza we passed on the drive here. Heck, I should have just stopped there first.”
“You’re being unreasonable! We’re here to relax and enjoy the sights!”
“And we’re also here to do things we enjoy, Y/N. And I like shopping!”
“Fine then! You go shop. I’ll go join a tour group.”
“Sounds good to me!”
Fifteen minutes later you had both prepared to go your separate ways, despite going on holiday together. You stood in front of him the entire ride down in the elevator, not wishing to see Kibum’s face right now.
Right when you went to exit the elevator, he pulled you back into him, hitting the close door and top floor buttons. You scrambled in his grip until Kibum lowered his head to your neck, breathing you in. “I don’t want to go shopping alone.”
“I don’t want to sight-see alone either.”
As he softly kissed your neck, you rolled your head back and reached for his hands around your waist, holding them in your own. “Let’s make up and then go do both things, okay?”
A56— “Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again”
Warnings: Nudeness, smut, hickeys, breast play, fluff, fingering, clit stimulation, mention of being tied up, cum tasting, female receiving oral.
W/C: 2.1K
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
You wrap the towel around you after drying off most of the water from your shower and exit the bathroom, you see Key sitting on your shared bed, leaning against the headboard and legs outstretched with his ankles crossed as he waited for you, he lowers his phone before locking it and placing it onto the bedside table.
“Wow…” He mutters, you look at him as you move towards your dresser that contained your underwear. “An angel just appeared in front of me.” You couldn’t help but shake your head as you giggle, he climbs off the bed and strides towards you, he wraps his arms around you from behind and place his chin on your shoulder, you feel one of his hands slip between the towel before feeling his hand press against your tummy. “Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.” His lips brush over the side of your face, leaving a soft kiss behind, you feel his nose brush against your cheek as he moved his lips lower and down your neck before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, and leaving kisses behind on your skin.
“I have this feeling, tell me if I’m wrong.” You say.
“Hmm.” He hums against your neck, making your smile widen.
“I shouldn’t waste my time getting dressed, should I?” You ask, you could feel him smile against your skin and feel him lift his head away from your neck.
“No, no, you shouldn’t.” He says, his hand grips the towel before pulling it away from your body, tossing it aside, he places his hands on your upper arms and slowly moves them to your chest, cupping your breasts. “Because I want to show you how I fall in love with you all over again, and again.” His lips move over your shoulder as his hand kneads into your breasts, you could feel your nipples hardening as they swelled from the attention they were receiving.
“That sounded way too cheesy.” You say, he releases your breasts and turns you around before backing you up against the dresser.
“Can I just worship you in peace?” He asks. “Without it being called cheesy?” You couldn’t help but smile.
“All right…” You say, he takes your hand and pulls you away from the dresser and towards the bed.
“It’s all about you, I don’t want anything in return, do you understand?” He asks, you nod your head, you sit down on the edge of the bed.
“But wh—“ You begin, only for him to place his index finger against your lips, shushing you as he moves down onto one knee in front of you
“No, no… not even if you want to, it’s about you tonight.” He says, and looks towards the window, seeing the sun still out. “This early night, it’s all about you as the sun goes down.” He looks back at you, you nod your head, his fingers disappear from your lips and press his lips against yours, he moves not his feet as he almost pushes you to lay down, he breaks the kiss and moves his lips down to your neck and collarbone, pausing to suck on the skin and leave his mark behind, his hand moves over your sides as they move back to your chest, cupping them once again, his thumbs rub your nipples causing wetness to pool between your legs.
“I just showered…” You slowly state.
“Hmm.” He hums, acknowledging your statement, you move one hand to the back of his head and comb your fingers through his hair.
“I take it you don’t give a damn.” You say, he lifts his head, thin strings of saliva breaking off.
“Bingo.” He says. “This feels uncomfortable.”
“Do you want me to move higher onto the bed?” You ask.
“Please, I’ll pull you back to the edge if I need to.” He says, you nod your head and move yourself higher onto the bed, you feel his knees sink into the mattress as he climbs onto the bed. “Better?”
“Much better.” He says, and lowers his head, his lips press against the swell of breasts before kissing over the curve of them, moving lower until he reached one of your nipples, he slides his tongue over the bud, the cool breeze immediately making you shiver, his lips linger onto your skin just above your nipple as he sucks another hickey into your skin.
“I take it dinner plans are out the window?” You ask, he pulls away and lifts his head to look at you.
“Do you really want to talk about dinner plans when I’m about to worship you?” He asks, you could hear the hint of frustration in his voice.
“I was just asking, I was looking forward to it.” You say, playing innocence with him.
“We’ll make something together later, or tomorrow.” He says. “Now can I please get back to what I was doing?” You let out a giggle and nod your head.
“I’m sorry, please, continue.” You say, he lowers his head and wraps his lips around your other nipple. “Oh…” Your hand pauses on his head, and your infers massage his scalp as he sucks on your nipple. “Why’s your mouth so good?” You feel the tip of his tongue play with your nipple as he sucks on it, one of his hands move to your waist and rub circles into your skin with his thumb, you could feel your skin heating up, you release his hair as you feel his lips release your nipple and moving lower and lower, you lift your head to watch him, his lips move over your tummy, leaving soft kisses over it.
“I should leave my mark here also.” He says, you watch him place a kiss right next to your mound before feeling him starting to suck on your skin, his hands move over your thighs and knead his fingers into the fleshy skin.
“Oh…” You breathe out, you could feel his hands moving between your thighs before sliding back to the top of them, he breaks away from the hickey he was creating on your skin before moving lower, moving to the thigh opposite of the spot he had just decorated, he places a kiss against the skin before starting to create another mark on your skin. “When you get out the shower next time, I’ll treat you like this.” He waves one of his hands, almost waving you off, making you giggle, you lower your head and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your thigh, he pulls away and disappears completely from you, your eyes open in confusion, you were about to lift your head when you felt his hand grip your ankles. “Kibum!” You giggle out as he pulls you down to the edge of the bed, his hands slide up your claves before stopping behind your knees, he spread your legs, your giggle instantly dies down as you feel the cool air of the room blow against your warm folds, one of his hands move away from the back of your knee and to the inside of your thigh, his fingers moving closer and closer to your heat with each rub, you could feel the anticipation building.
“Kibum, please!” You whine, you could hear him chuckle from between your legs before feeling his fingers trace over the outline of your folds, he could feel himself growing hard, but he wasn’t going to say anything to you, knowing you would insist, even if he declines it, that you help him, his fingers slip past your folds and spread them, he could see your pussy glistening with your arousal.
“Hmm, so pretty.” He says, his fingers rub along your folds before using his middle finger against your clit, rubbing circles around it.
“Ki— Kibum!” You moan out, his index finger joins his middle finger at your clit, rubbing different patterns around it. “Are you going to… dammit!”
“You’ve got such a filthy mouth on you.” He says, your fingers curl into the duvet, your jaw clench as you feel him purposely slow down his movements.
“I thought you were going to worship my body, not torture it.” You say, he smirks, hearing your frustration.
“You are so needy, aren’t you.” He says, you lift your head to look at him, and saw the smirk on his lips as he watched you.
“I can do it myself if you want to play around.” You say, you reach between your legs with one hand, only for him to grab your hand with his other hand, the smirk on his lips quickly vanishing.
“Don’t you dare,” He says, his tone deep and low as he spoke. “Keep your hands against the duvet, if I see them moving away from it, I’ll tie you up.” You swallow while nodding your head, he releases your hand, and you quickly lay down on the duvet, you feel his fingers take the sensitive nub between his fingers, you lay your head down as your jaw slacks, he rolls the nub between his fingers, pleasure coursing through you.
“Kibum… Ki… Kibum.” You breathe out, struggling to say his name as you do, his other hand brushes against your inner thigh before you feel a digit press against your entrance.
“You’ve interrupted me twice now.” He states, the digit slides into you, making you arch your back at the feeling of it filling and stretching you slightly, you could hear the sinful sound of your wetness moving around as he pumped his finger in and out of you. “I’ll make you cum twice.” The more you interrupt him, the more it would become, you had learned that quickly when you had started sleeping together, your insides churn at the feeling of all the attention your pussy was receiving from him, you could feel a tension building inside you, he releases your clit before starting to rub figure eights over it.
“Oh… Oh…” You moan, your legs shook each time his fingers moved over the sensitive nub, you felt another finger enter you, making the stretch feel even better. “Gosh…” Your head thrashes around against the mattress, he curls his fingers inside you, touching that sweet spot inside you, you squeeze your eyes shut, seeing stars appear behind your eyelids almost immediately, your fingers twists into the duvet, tugging at it as you feel your high building and creeping closer. “Kibum!” You could feel his fingers rubbing against that spot as he curled and uncurled his fingers inside you, your breath was becoming deeper and deeper, your muscles start to twitch and your toes curl in pleasure. “KIBUM!” You almost sit upright as the tension inside you snaps, and you release around his fingers, your walls clench around his fingers, signalling to him that you’ve hit your high, his eyes move lower and saw your wetness leaking out from around his fingers, the sound of your wetness squelching around became louder, and the sound of your breathy moans bounced off the walls.
“Hmm, what a beautiful sight?” He says, his fingers disappear from inside you, his fingers that were on your clit moved to your folds, spreading them more open, you barely had time to recover from your high when you felt his tongue flick over your clit.
“KIBUM!” You scream, pulling at the duvet, your entire body jolting at the sensation spreading through you, his tongue moves to your entrance, tasting your arousal as he pressed his tongue against your entrance, he licks a stride up before his lips wrap around your clit and sucked on the sensitive nub, your skin heats up, you lift your feet, bending your knees and press your heels into the mattress, giving him more access to your throbbing pussy, you could feel your high quickly building up once again, the bed was becoming a mess with all the thrashing you were doing, and from pulling the duvet. “KIBUM!” Your mind was thrown into the clouds and your body was shaking with pleasure, you weren’t sure how long you had lasted before the tension inside you snapped again, your walls clench around nothing as your release leaks from you. “DAMMIT, KIBUM!” You felt him release your clit and heard the loud pop as he did before feeling his finger against your clit, easing you through your high.
“Cursing me?” He asks. “That’s not very nice.” You release the duvet and your body slowly relaxes, you open your eyes as you felt him hover above you. “Say sorry.”
“For cursing at you?” You ask, your lips parted as you breathed in deeply.
“Yes.” He says, you move your eyes down to his glistening lips.
“I’m sorry for cursing you.” You say, you wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him down for a kiss, tasting your arousal on his lips.
