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dks-smut · 6 months

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Somebody… Part 1

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Kyungsoo x female reader

Rating: Mature, Explicit af

Word Count: 9,290 (I edited it down)

Genre: Smut, Romance, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers

Warnings: Too many to name. Alcohol, name calling, fucking, choking.

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Wanting to give in to temptation; your self-control ran out the back door under the flickering exit sign. Your thoughts are fuzzy as you throw your head back drinking in another abysmally overpriced whiskey sour.

At first, you only came out to listen to a new jazz collective that was stopping by your city. Then, as your tab reaches new heights, a mysterious man comes up to the bar and orders a vodka soda. You roll your eyes as you spot the serious and dark figure turn around and glance at his watch.

The bartender places a napkin down and gently sets his order on the splintered oak counter. He never flinches and purposely turns and clasps his slender fingers around the already dripping glass. Your head starts to get fuzzier as you secretly watch from your periphery, this mysterious figure glancing at his watch yet again.

You huff out at how ridiculous this man looks in this shithole of a bar in the bad part of town. He definitely stuck out like a sore thumb, but in this instance, he too seemed to have a darker wanton side.

He grabs onto your wrist as you set your glass down. Your eyes meet when his other hand, after placing his glass down, lightly traces up your thigh. He smirks, his head tilting low. His eyes release a yearning hunger. His fingertips then travel higher to where you are throbbing and his chest deflates letting out a deep but barely there moan.

You try your hardest to stand and pull your wrist from this mysteriously handsome stranger. His dark fitted suit matching his hair that was pushed back reveals his brown almond-shaped eyes. You twist your torso to try and gain momentum to pull your wrist back again. He pulls harder and you spin back around facing him, his large dark eyes making your thighs press together.

As you stand paralyzed, he leans into your neck; his plump wet lips meet your earlobe. You’re weak and drunk from the night’s previous events which had you getting ditched by coworkers going to see a different local band at another bar nearby. You preferred the quiet and this bar was just that. And yet the stranger whose hand was still up your skirt was the complete opposite, loud. Loud in your head, loud to your eyes, and loud to your pussy.

He whispers, “I bet I can make you come with just my hands.” He wraps his other arm around your nape, his fingers sliding through your hair. Goosebumps form on your arms and scalp; you shiver.

He sees your reaction even under dim lighting. The bartender tries not to notice how close you two have become even though you haven’t spoken a word to each other until seconds prior. You’re strangers, and now his hand slides up farther, barely touching his fingertips to your inner thigh. And higher he goes. His fingers meet your underwear and he ghosts a fingertip over your slit.

He brings his face closer to you, maybe for a kiss but then moves closer to your ear and relishes in seeing the way your breath has been stolen from your lungs. His hand moves out from under your skirt. Your eyes roll back and you blink. You feel as if you could fall into his deep dark eyes. He whispers again, in his baritone voice, “I told you.”

He never backs away from you until the bar starts getting crowded. The table closest to you was vacant, but is now seating six people. You’re feeling exposed now, still standing by the stools at the bar. You are obviously unable to move with his hand still on your nape and his mouth close to your ear.

You hear the patrons pulling out their metal chairs which are scrapped across the uneven planks below. Voices started to rise and the din got louder. And now the bar was no longer quiet, neither was your mind.

The abruptness of the noise startled you causing you jump which in turn caused his hand to lose his grip on your neck. You’re shaking, your knees are weak, and yes, your pussy is dripping. Finally falling into his deep eyes, you grab his wrist toward the exit sign. He moves away from his barstool, grabbing your arm and interlocking it with his. He steps slowly out of the bar and onto the sidewalk. It was now raining, but neither of you had an umbrella.

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You both walk quickly down the block until you find an awning in front of a hardware store. There is an awkward silence. You don’t know where this is going, but right now, you couldn’t go anywhere. The rain had you both trapped. Now was as good a time as any to ask his name. His serious, dour, and brooding features made you a little uneasy. The alcohol coursing through your body made you feel a bit safer but standing on a dark, wet street block with hardly any pedestrians next to a stranger was still perilous.

You glance over at him and at the same time his head turns towards you. The night has a slight chill and with the rain, you brush off the drops and shiver slightly. He stares you down and follows your every movement. He starts removing his suit jacket and silently places it around your shoulders. You nod politely and then hesitantly say, “Thank you, sir.” His plump lips turn to a smirk and he says, “Call me Kyungsoo. And it’s a pleasure.”

You’re unable to tell if he can see the pink tint spread across your cheeks. He’s still smirking and staring you in the face as you turn to look down at the sidewalk in embarrassment. It wasn’t just from now knowing his name, a beautiful name, but how his voice rang out deeply afterwards … It's a pleasure.

To shake the feeling you grasp at your purse out of nervousness and shuffle around inside for your cigarettes. You take out the pack, open the flap and take a cigarette from it. While closing it, you hold up the pack towards Kyungsoo and ask, “I know it’s an awful habit. Would you like one?” Smoking while drunk is one of the best feelings other than smoking after a meal or having sex. He nods and expertly grabs one from your pack. While placing the cigarette pack inside your purse, you start rummaging around for a lighter. Kyungsoo notices your frustration and places his hand in his pocket retrieving his lighter. He flips the zippo top and flicks it, the spark igniting into a flame. This noise surprises you and you look toward him with the cigarette dangling from your lips. You lean in while he holds his lighter closer and it’s successfully lit after two drags. He does the same for himself.

You speak after finally inhaling the nicotine, letting the stillness and calm overtake you, “I guess this is where I tell you my name.” Kyungsoo’s eyes grow wide then hooded. He tilts his head back and exhales smoke with his strong jaw jutting out. You're transported back to the reverie of what happened at the bar. You wonder if those thoughts are swimming around in his head as well.

Breaking free of self-consciousness, you tell him your name. His head turns and starts to smile, making a heart shape. He then licks his plump lips to say, “Do you want to go somewhere?” At that moment the rain finally lets up, not completely but enough to see where this night leads.

Still drunk and not sure of how to reply to his question, you stumble against the hardware store window, slipping a bit. The streetlights start to blur creating beautiful patterns that look like fireworks. You almost collapse to the sidewalk. Kyungsoo immediately places his hand above your elbow saving you from ruining your skirt on the dirty sidewalk. He backs away from you while still holding your arm and asks, “Are you all right?” His eyes are tracing you up and down just to be sure you’re not going to tumble forward.

You eventually balance yourself and take another heavy drag from your cigarette. You throw the rest into the gutter on the street. You sigh and reply, “Yes, I am fine. Still a bit drunk. Wanna grab a bite? Maybe to help sober up?” His face is delighted. His eyes turn bright and wide. Again, you both link arms with him taking the lead. Not sure of where he had in mind to eat.

He ends up stepping to the curb and with his free hand, waves to hail a cab. Within a handful of seconds, you see a yellow taxi pull up and stop. Kyungsoo opens the door for you and you step forward and duck into the backseat. He goes around to the other side and slips in next to you. He speaks to the driver in his deep tone expelling a name and address that you didn’t recognize. He slips back into the seat and the car takes off.

You look out your window feeling nervous. You’re not sure why you’ve become so trusting of a complete stranger. Again, not completely strange since he had touched your most intimate area. You’ve maybe spoken a couple dozen words to each at this point, but you felt a longing and a need to be longed for. There was a mysteriousness within Kyungsoo, and you could only presume you were alike and needed companionship. Or just to be in the same space as another human being.

You finally speak up, taking your gaze away from the passing traffic lights that were still blurry due to your drunkenness and the raindrops dotting the window, “Where are we headed?” He peeks over at you, but it’s hard to tell how he takes your question since the car’s interior is quite dark. He slowly lets out, “A diner just not too far away.” It’s barely loud enough to hear even while sitting so close to him.

He then rests his hand on the empty space between you two, and you can slightly feel his fingertips make contact with your thigh. The ride is bumpy, so you are unsure if this is intentional or not. You feel warm and gutsy, so you place your hand on your thigh and slide it down to meet the top of his hand. Such games were usually reserved for nervous teens, but you did not care one bit. You wanted to get closer, closer to him, closer so you could smell him.

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Finally arriving at said diner, you both hop out opposite sides of the cab. He places his hand on your lower back to usher you towards the entrance. You both scan the diner; it’s quite empty, but the atmosphere is perfect and intimate. You find a table for two, and take a seat. You have your back to the entrance, while his back is facing a wall. The server comes to greet you two, and asks for drink orders. “Water and coffee, please,” you say out loud while he looks up from the menu and says, “I’ll have the same.” The server nods and says, “Coming right up,” and she walks away.

Alone again, you gaze intently into his eyes trying so hard to understand what he sees in you, a drunken stranger. He matches your gaze until he finally speaks, “Your eyes are the most vivid green I have ever seen. Has anyone told you that?” He never looks away, still with his sharp, round eyes piercing into you. “Is this what you tell all of the women whose skirts are short enough to get your hand under?” You ask him, breaking your stare to see the server walk up to your table with the drinks.

Once the server places your drinks down, she takes your food order. Once she disappears again, he replies to your question, “Really, I don’t normally act this way. I am not the type of person you think I am.” This is the most words he has spoken to you all at once since meeting. You are just falling more and more for him.

His chesty, deep tone is such a turn on and it helps that the voice does not seem to belong to him just by his looks. “So what type are you then?” you ask him in your quiet, but honest tone. “Just a lonely person trying not to feel lonely anymore. Honestly, when I saw you sitting at the bar alone, I wanted to buy you a drink, but that seemed too forward and a bit cliche.”

Your eyes grow large at this confession and you say in reply, “And sticking your hand up my skirt wasn’t too forward? What made you think that was okay and not offering to buy me a drink?” He responds without hesitation, “That’s not what I meant. Really. I’m sorry if I came off too strong and assaulted you. I know you’re a person with feelings and not an object to feel up.” You sit back and in your chair while sipping your coffee. Once you swallow you say, “Thank you. I accept your apology. And by thank you, I mean for doing what you did to me. This has never happened to me before, and to be frank, I really liked it.” A smirk adorns his face almost instantly once he hears your reply.

“So, since you’re still here, sitting with me and having dinner at 1:30am, I am going to say that you like me.”

“Well, that is quite presumptuous.” you say with an air of disgust. “And I assume the feeling is mutual?” you say to qualify your previous statement as not to come off as too angry.

“It is. I like being with you,” he simply replies while taking a sip of coffee. “I’m glad you’re here, and I’m glad you’re still here.” You smile and start to blush. You wipe your mouth and place the napkin on the table and say, “Me too. Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom. Be right back.”

He nods and continues eating. He wantonly watches as you walk toward the bathroom and notices the way your skirt sways in opposition to your hips. Oh god, I am enamored by this woman. I can’t help but think of what her breathy moans sound like, especially in ecstasy. I want to hear her say my name in between whines and exhales, thinking to himself.

He clears his throat and takes a sip of coffee to shake his thoughts. He didn’t want you to come back and see him this way.

As you reach the bathroom, you shut the door and lock it. You rest your hands on the counter and look at yourself in the mirror, trying to catch your breath. I can’t believe this is happening. He chose me. How is this happening? you think while splashing cool water on your cheeks. I wonder why he kept glancing at his watch. Did he get stood up and think I was the next best thing to get his dick wet on? You dry your hands and shake those thoughts, straighten your outfit, and walk out.

Just in time, he straightens himself out and starts to unbutton his cuffs to roll his sleeves up, you saunter back to your seat. You notice his precise movement; his sinewy arms make you force your thighs together. You had just finished freshening up, but the sight of his bare forearms will cause another mess to clean up.

You perk up and say to him, “Something on your mind?” he responds with just a nod, so you press further, “Well, you wanna share?” He repeats the same question back to you which causes you to lean forward, resting your elbows on the table. “Maybe there is. I’m not sure how to say this. It's quite embarrassing.” you say, careful so other patrons cannot hear. “Try me,” he stated. His eyes never budged from your stare. “I am completely turned on by you. I’ve always wanted somebody…” you trailed off. “Somebody who?” he responds, waiting for you to continue your thought. You are unable to finish and just asked, “You ready? I’m full and feeling sleepy now.”

He nods and says, “Sure. Let’s go. Where do you live?”

“Very close actually. I’m surprised I never noticed this diner before. I have to be at work pretty early. I can walk,” you hinted. “Would you like for me to walk you home?” he offers with concern in his eyes, not ready for this night to end. “Please, that would be wonderful.” you reply, eyes sparkling. He smiles his beautiful smile, his lips shifting into a heart.

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You both make your way down the damp sidewalk toward your apartment. You offer his suit jacket back, and he says, “No, please keep it. I hope to get it back when I see you again,” smirking again. Nearing closer and closer to your building, you sigh, which he notices immediately. “God, it’s been such a long yet surprising night,” you mumble as you search for your keys.

“It’s been a night to remember,” he concurred. He follows you up the stairs to the lobby door. You turn away from him and start to enter the passcode when he suddenly places his hand over yours to bring it to his chest. You spin around suddenly facing him. He brings your hand up to his full, plump lips to place a kiss on your palm. You are swooning and step closer to him.

He releases your hand, but you don’t want this to end. You fill the empty space between you two and just stare into his beautiful eyes. He leans in closer and places his lips onto your cheek, then lower onto your neck. You gasp from his surprising movement, and a moan escapes your throat. You can then feel his lips turn to a smile moving lower from your neck to your collarbone. He is definitely enjoying this, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t.

You separate and he takes his phone out then asks for yours. You trade phones, and type your number into his. You name your contact with just a heart emoji. You swap phones and see he names his contact in your phone as, ‘Somebody…’.

“I hope we can see each other soon,” you blurt out and quickly enter your passcode and disappear behind the double doors. You try your hardest not to look back as you wait for the elevator.

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Once you enter your dark and quiet apartment, you collapse against the wall adjoining your bedroom. You think to yourself, how is this possible? Who was this man? I cannot believe this just happened. How can I know this is real?

After a shower, you fall into bed ready for your dreams to overtake you. You remember his suit jacket, and go and grab it from the kitchen counter where you threw your purse. You place it on your face and inhale deeply. God, he smells so good. Just as you are about to actually fall asleep, hugging his jacket, you hear your phone vibrate. A text from Kyungsoo reads, “I hope you sleep well,” then another text with just a heart emoji.

You awake the next morning and before climbing out of bed, you suddenly remember the past night’s events, thinking it was all a dream. You go about your daily routine at work. Not a moment goes by without thoughts of his beautiful round eyes, plump lips, and amazing smile. You take a peek at his text to you from last night. Each time, a smile forms and you become lost in a reverie.

You think to send a text back at that moment saying, “I hope you’re having a lovely day.” You press send, then start typing another message, “I cannot stop thinking about last night.” Once you send that text, you immediately see that he is typing a response. You anxiously await while tapping your foot on the ground. Finally, you read it, “Likewise. I cannot wait until my lips are back on you.” You look up from your phone and blush, hoping your coworkers don’t notice.

You see him typing another message, “Can we see each other tonight?” Just then your boss comes over to ask about an assignment, you quickly place your phone face down on your desk. The day gets away from you since it has been pretty hectic at work. You realize you never responded to Kyungsoo. While walking out at the end of the work day, you hurriedly type a reply to his question, “I am so sorry, work was crazy today. Yes, please. Let’s meet up tonight. My place? Nine o’clock?” You press send.

Once you get to your place, you start to feel nervous but excited. You remember the way he smells just then and your knees get weak. You snap out of it, yet again, and let the warm water of your shower wash over you. Your mind starts to churn with all the thoughts of what tonight may hold.

You’re twiddling your thumbs, sitting on your couch, when your phone buzzes. You see it’s Kyungsoo calling. You take a deep breath and answer, “Hey you.” Your tone is bright, but not too bright. You don’t want to seem too excited or eager. He responds with a bass laden voice, “Hey you, too. Is it okay if I come by soon? And I really wanted to hear your voice.”

A huge smile covers your face, “Please do. I love hearing your voice too. It’s so fucking hot.” Thinking you said too much he chuckles and it deeply resonates, going straight to your throbbing pussy. “I’m glad you think so. Be there soon, sweetie.” He hangs up and you place your phone down. His using a term of endearment furthers your anxiousness.

Now slightly drunk on thoughts of him, you decide to pour yourself a glass of red wine. You grab another glass in preparation for his arrival. When is ‘soon’? I hope it’s sooner than now.

After taking a couple of sips from your glass, sitting in the silence of your apartment, you hear a ding from the intercom system. You buzz him up. You start to pace around, from your couch to the front door and back.

You hear three knocks on your door. You take a deep breath and open it. He’s wearing something more casual than yesterday, a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He looks delicious. Black is definitely his color, it matches his tan skin tone so well. The outline of his pecs through his shirt is something to behold as he steps inside.

“Miss me?” he chuckles while walking toward your couch. You point to the empty glass sitting on the coffee table. He nods and you sidle between the coffee table and couch to sit next to him. You pop the cork off the bottle while he holds up the glass for you to start pouring.

“It would be a lie if I said I didn’t,” you say cautiously while bringing the glass to your lips. You place your knees to your chest and rest your feet on the couch, getting quite comfortable and facing his direction, an empty space between you two. Kyungsoo turns his torso to match your direction. He sips his wine and his lips turn burgundy. He sets the glass down on the table and says shyly, “I definitely missed you even though it hasn’t even been 24 hours since we first met. You have such a hold on me. Shall we get to know each other?”

“Yes, I would love that. What would you like to know?” you ask and then he abruptly speaks without room for silence, “I want you to finish the sentence you started last night at the diner. You know, when you said ‘somebody…’ and started to trail off. Please elaborate.”

“Well, I wanted to say what was on my mind but felt that since we were strangers, I had to have a bit of self preservation. I’m scared. Us meeting in the bar the way we did scares the hell out of me. I don’t want to get hurt and broken.”

“Why would you think I’d hurt you?” he asks quixotically.

“Every time I’ve put myself out there, I’ve been burned and had my heart smashed,” you say, “You must understand. Every heart that’s been loved has been broken in one way or another. I wanted to save myself from that,” you say, and guzzle the rest of your wine down.

“Please tell me. I’m here and I’m listening,” he quickly responds. He fills your glass up and tops his off.

“I’ve always wanted somebody to love me for me. With all of my faults, idiosyncrasies, and ugliness. Wanted isn’t the correct word. I need somebody. I am willing to do the same. I am looking for a missing puzzle piece, I suppose,” finally responding to the question that has apparently been eating at him since last night.

He closes in the distance between you two on the couch and his hand rests gently on your shoulder. Your head drops to the side nuzzling his hand and you’re finally touching. You have longed to be in his presence since departing last night, and your wish has come true. You feel safe and warm (not the wine talking) being near him. Now it’s time for you to ask him questions. “Tell me about yourself. I want to know every thought that went through your head when you first saw me in the bar.”

Removing his hand from your shoulder, he sits up, preparing to bare his inner thoughts. “I felt a connection before I even saw your face. There was a loneliness, like I said before, that I was feeling and could tell there was a somewhat hidden melancholy about you too,” he finally says. “I’m sorry if that doesn’t make sense, but it’s something I’ve never felt in another’s presence. I felt like we needed each other, to lean on, to talk to, to count on.” he says. He laid his soul bare, and likewise with yours. You start getting closer and closer to one another on the couch. You both tip your glasses back and finish off the rest of the wine; the bottle is empty.

You’re about to get up from the couch and ask if he’d like for you to open another bottle, but he puts a hand on your leg and shakes his head. “I want to remember everything.” he says in a hushed tone. His smooth yet husky tone rang in your ears. You coyly smirk at him and nod.

You gather your courage and reach over to him and place both arms around his neck, resting on his shoulders. “I do too,” you respond quietly. You’re both gazing into each other's eyes again, because god, his eyes are so clear, but dark, and wide, it’s so easy to get lost. You finally embrace passionately, lips meeting at long last. He starts to bite your lower lip which causes you to moan out, a little surprised but mostly turned on. He opens his eyes for a moment only for you to close the gap this time and press your lips to his, continuing at a fevered pace. Neither of you are able to contain the excitement, and his tongue swirls around your lips wanting to meet yours. You oblige and exhale a quiet whine which causes him to lower your back down on the couch.

Both of you break apart just long enough to catch your breath, and then he’s hovering over you again. His large, plush lips glide down your neck to your sternum. Your legs are pressing together to gain some friction in the area you need most. He is balancing himself on his hands with his legs on either side of yours. His lips are back on your neck and his hand reaches for your waist, and slides his fingertips beneath your shirt.

His slender fingers rest on your ribs and stop. His hot tongue pressing more passionately within your mouth while also groaning when you twitch from his hand going higher to meet your breast over your bra. Your arms wrap around his neck pulling him even closer. Then you drop your hands and reach behind his back to start lifting his black tee up. The air becomes stifling, the atmosphere suffocating.

He rises to his knees, and lifts his shirt up and off himself, throwing it on the floor. You’re still lying there, staring in awe at his physique, toned but not muscular. He’s honestly perfect. His eyes grow wide at you staring up at him. You love the expression on his face, half surprise and half mirth.

He kneels down toward your body again and places more and more soft kisses across your neck and back to your lips. While doing so you breathlessly ask, “Why did you keep looking at your watch last night? Were you expecting someone?” Your fingers are freely able to feel his warm, naked skin.

More moans escape your throat and he starts to grunt when your hips rise to meet his. Showing him how eager you are to continue, he lifts your shirt up which causes you two to disconnect from the fevered wet kisses. In the next moment, you’re back on each other like ravenous animals.

Feeling like your breath is being taken from you like drowning, you push up on his chest. He stops immediately and says, “Are you okay? Do you want to continue? Please tell me if I’m hurting you.” Thankful for his reaction, you pant, “Yes, I’m more than fine. I just need a minute to catch my breath. Please don’t worry. Will you answer my question?” You sit up which causes him to move farther upwards. He is still hovering over you, knees on either side of your legs. You feel bereft, wishing how you could do without oxygen if it meant being as close as possible to him.

He finally provides an answer to your question, “I was expecting my friend to show up, but he never did. I thought I was reading the time wrong. He always ditches me.” You frown, “I’m sorry, but luckily he did because we wouldn’t have met.” He smiles down at you with the loveliest gaze.

The break had lasted long enough, when you began to kiss his stomach, which was at your eye level. He twitches, then groans enthusiastically. His stern voice rattles, “You really have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” He then starts to grin and his thick dark eyebrows furrow; angry he’s not closer to you.

Your arms move around his waist as you leave wet trails down his stomach and closer to the top of his pants. You begin to unbutton his jeans, unzipping them as well. You slowly slide your hands down his hips into his pants to lower them. You are still kissing his toned stomach while he moans, causing you to smirk, hearing your effect on him.

Your eyes are staring at his bulge straining in his jeans. His eyes watch you watching him. He quietly asks, “What are you thinking about?” You perk up and lift your chin to make eye contact with him. Your gaze is heavy as you mutter, “I’m scared to say. It’s kind of embarrassing,” and look back down at the outline of his dick in his jeans.

“Come on. Tell me, please,” he begs while tilting your chin back up. “I’ll tell you if you tell me.” you move your legs from in between him and sit up. You walk over to your counter and grab another bottle of wine. When you return, you realize you’re only in a bra and sweatpants. You start to cover yourself with your arms, and sit back on the couch.

He has moved from kneeling to a sitting position, head tilted back on the sofa. He exhales and groans quietly to himself, maybe out of frustration. His pants are still unbuttoned and unzipped but just below his hips; you can see the band of his black boxer briefs. He moves his head up away from the back of the sofa, and runs his hand through his hair in the sexiest way you’ve ever seen. You watch him from your periphery while pouring you both another glass of wine. Your pussy starts to throb again so you chug your glass down and pour another. This is all starting to become too much but you want to continue but are so afraid at the same time.

You have real feelings for this man, but once you’ve fucked, he may disappear forever. You hate being stuck in between, almost as if after having sex, he’ll fall into a black hole and never return. What if you’re not good enough? Not sexy enough? Bad at sex? What if he hates your body or the way you laugh or pick through your food? Pondering these questions while your pussy leaks and throbs is difficult. It’s even more difficult as the room starts to spin with your drunkenness. How do you proceed? I guess you could answer his question by not saying the things you are thinking.

“Hey, easy there,” he says after you down another glass. “It’s okay. I want to remember this. And I want you to remember me. Remember us,” he continues. It’s all becoming so much that your eyes start to well up and a tear drips down your cheek toward the corner of your mouth. “I’ll tell you what I’m thinking,” you finally say without him trying to notice the words getting caught in your throat.

He sits up, lifts your chin so you’re looking at him. He leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth where your tear disappeared, tasting its saltiness. He kisses you with more passion while his thumb wipes the wetness from your cheek. Your hot tongues meet again and then a beautiful groan vibrates from his throat. You move your lips away from his as you grab his wrist that was stroking your face. “I want you to fuck me so hard but I’m afraid this will be the last time,” you whimpered. “I want to see you again. I want to know you. I want to taste you and feel you,” you say with more conviction thanks to the alcohol.

His eyes are intensely focused on you as you say this, pupils dilating. He speaks without breaking eye contact, “It won’t be the last time. I am so taken by you, your personality, your laughter, your face, the taste of your lips and your tears.” His other hand, the one you aren’t holding, reaches behind your neck to suddenly pull you closer to him until your foreheads meet. “I mean it. It’s not the alcohol talking or my dick. Even though you make me so hard,” he says as his deep voice cracks.

You place your other hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat erratically. Your heads separate and you both face forward toward the coffee table. You both take a few more sips from your glasses. Your thighs rub together, still feeling aroused. You’re staring off in the distance not knowing what to say or do next. He speaks up with a deeper tone this time, “I thought about you last night when we parted at your building; after I kissed your neck. I wanted to feel your lips on mine so badly but didn’t want to overstep.”

Your haziness is broken by his voice when you turn to face him, again you cover your chest, feeling exposed. “I wanted to call you and hear your voice before I went to sleep. You made me so fucking hard when I left. I jerked off thinking about how my name would sound coming from your lips. How you would look under me and how amazing your pussy would taste on my tongue. I’ve never had those thoughts about someone I’ve known for only a couple of hours. Then I had a wet dream about you moaning on top of me with my name on your lips. I can’t get you out of my mind.”

You jaw all but hits the floor while he’s still explaining in detail how he jerked off thinking about you. And then dreaming about you. What are you supposed to say in reply? Your head was still spinning but now from his words and less from the wine.

You slide towards him and whine out, “I wanted to kiss you so badly last night once you kissed my neck. Your lips looked so soft and irresistible. I couldn’t stop thinking about your hand up my thigh in the bar; my pussy has been aching ever since. I went to bed thinking about you and woke up, went to work still thinking about you. Your face, your voice, those plump lips on my skin. I thought about your fingers in my cunt. I was so wet when I woke up this morning. I want to kiss and suck your cock until you can’t breathe.” Now his mouth is agape and he’s aghast at you telling him your dark secrets. His head is tilted down but his eyes are up still looking at you, now with hunger.

He suddenly grabs you by both of your bare shoulders and kisses you hard, with fervor, with want. His kisses are electrifying and delicious. He forces his tongue into your mouth and saliva starts your drip from the corners of your mouth. He bites down on your bottom lip hard, pulls it, and goes back to devouring you. Your hands are around his neck and you reach up and tug his hair, running your nails through his scalp. At this, he shudders and groans. He unwillingly leaves your lips for your neck, and down to your collarbone again, which reminds you of last night’s goodbye. You whimper his name while gliding your hands down his shoulder blades, lighting scratching.

While continuing down your chest, he moves your left bra strap down your shoulder, exposing your breast. His wet, warm lips suck your nipple and he starts to bite and pull it, like your bottom lip. This makes you moan his name loud, louder than he’s ever heard you. “Fuck, that’s what I imagined you sounded like. You are so fucking hot,” he says after he releases your tit. Before he can say anything else, you grab his face and kiss him, pushing your weight into him.

As soon as his back falls onto the couch, you hear a boom of thunder and flashes of lightning outside your window. Rain starts to beat down, dripping down your window, like your pussy right now. The lights inside start to flicker, once, then twice, then out completely. The both of you stare out the window, then you fumble off of him in the darkness.

You feel around for your phone, and in the process your hand touches his dick straining through his jeans. He moans and grabs your hand as you reach away and places it back on his bulge. With your phone in your other hand, you can see his expression in the glow; wonton, with crazy and dark eyes that turns you on so much. “Please, I want to see you. Let me find some candles,” you plead. He huffs and helps you sit up.

You fix your bra strap and cover your breast and hop up carefully and go into the kitchen. You shine your phone light as you find a lighter and candles. You shakily light them, and thunder booms again outside. God, this storm and power outage has the worst timing, you say to yourself. You can feel wetness between your legs and you place the candles around, creating a romantic ambiance in your apartment. You can now see him in the flickering shadows still sitting on your couch, legs spread wide, looking very frustrated that you’re not next to him.

“That’s better,” you say as you sit down next to him. “Yes, it is. Fuck, come here. I need you. You’re so beautiful,” he whispers and grabs you. He forces you down onto your back and hovers over you once again. You spread your legs open which gives him room to settle in between. You lift your hips to grind onto his dick which makes him lose it. He presses himself into your center thrusting to meet your movements. With your eagerness showing, he starts leaving marks on your neck behind your ear and moves down, nipping at your skin and sucking.

You are so overwhelmed at this point and cannot take it anymore. You need him inside of you now. But again, your thoughts of him leaving after the deed is done swims in your mind. Contrary to what your body is telling him, you say, “Please go slow. I want this to last. I don’t want this to end.”

“Oh, baby, I will. I want this to last forever. I hope I can make it without coming in my pants first,” he stutters as he’s still kissing down your neck. He comes back up to devour your lips.

The shadows on the wall mirror your movements on the couch with him. The only noises are the rain pattering at your window, the thunder, his groans, and your whines. He smells so good. His hair, his clothes, everything. His scent turns you on even more and you start grinding into him again like before the power went out. He presses harder into your core and the feeling of his hard dick makes you see stars.

His hand goes back to your bra strap and forces it down and it snaps against your arm. You can tell he is getting more and more desperate by the deep grunts he’s making. “God, I need more,” you whimper. He takes that as a sign and places his hand behind your back and unclips your bra. He yanks it off your chest, down your arms and throws it into the darkness not illuminated by the candles.

He kneels and sits back on his heels in awe, in a daze. This makes your skin hot and your cheeks red. You ask him, “What is it? Are you okay?” His deep stare is not waning, eyes darting from your breasts up to your lips, then eyes, and back down again to your chest. When you reach out to touch his forearms, he shivers and says, “Oh my god, yes. You are so beautiful. I’m trying so hard not to come.”

Just then, he starts to touch your breasts and you smile up at him. He pinches and fondles both of your nipples while moving down toward you. His lips are on one nipple and his hand rubs the other. Each pinch and touch causes you to grind into him with more fervor. Your hands grab at his thick black hair and then slide down his back.

His tongue goes lower toward your navel then to the top of your sweatpants. You lift your hips and he grabs the elastic and pulls them off. Now you’re just in your black cotton underwear while he’s only wearing his unbuttoned and unzipped jeans. He places more kisses above the seam of your underwear and darts his tongue out. You yelp, “Please more! More! I’m so wet!” His dark eyes turn up at you quickly while still swirling his tongue around. “I can smell you, it’s so fucking hot,” he says in a deep whisper.

He sticks his fingers into the seam of your underwear on your hips and starts to slide them down. His movements are slow and calculated and his fingernails graze your thighs on the way down. Now, completely naked, he goes into his lost gaze again in awe of your body. You buck your hips up toward him letting him know you’re so eager for his hands and mouth to make contact with you again. He takes the hint and grabs the back of your knees and pushes them on your chest, open wide so he can see you properly.

He places soft kisses on your inner thigh very close to your core. Your legs go over his shoulders and he starts to rub your labia. He moans in your core, “You are so wet, holy shit. I love it. Fuuuck.” He finally places his tongue between your slit and you arch your back in ecstasy. Your muscles tense up and your thighs squeeze around his neck. He groans into your core in response and begins to suck on your clit. You completely lose it when he does this, finally where you want him, after all this build up.

Just then, the lights flicker on and then back off, then on again. The lights stay on now, just your lamp in the living room and the stove hood light are on. You look down on him in surprise at the sudden appearance of his features. He bends his head away from your pussy to look at you. His lips are swollen, his cheeks are flushed, and your wetness covers his mouth down to his chin.

“This is better, I can see all of you. Do you want to move to your room, or is this fine?” he asks while gasping for air. “I don’t want you to stop, please, I need you,” you whimper in reply. “Please do whatever you want to me. I just want to be close to you,” you add, then he nods and dives back into your pussy. Continuing to suck on your clit while pinching your nipples.

You arch up just enough to hold the sides of his face and gasp out, “Please, take off your pants. I want your cock.”

“Patience, babe. In time. I feel like I will come as soon as you touch my dick,” he says, eyes glazed over. You smirk, “Yeah, but we can fuck more.” He nods, consigned to what’s about to happen, inhaling hard. He takes your legs off him and starts to strip out of his pants and his underwear. His cock slaps up against his stomach and he moans. You can see his tip is swollen and wet.

“Holy shit, you are fucking sexy. So thick,” you whimper out. He breaks eye contact, embarrassed at the compliment, blushing. “You are so hot when you talk nasty like that. Are you a slut?” he asks, looking back up to you, an eyebrow flicking up, creating wrinkles in his forehead.

Your eyes widen in shock at his question. Then you smirk because you really are, but never felt comfortable enough to be dirty. “I am a slut. Just your slut. Fuck me hard until I can’t see. Please baby,” you whine to him, never breaking eye contact, hoping he can feel the weight behind your words.

“Shit, you are bad. I will do whatever you want me to,” he groans deeply exhaling loudly, obviously affecting him to the core.” Your head still spins from the alcohol but his stare is making you drunker. “I love when you call me baby,” he says and grabs your throat to pin you back down onto the couch. He feels your pulse, your blood coursing through your veins. “Oh my god, yes! Please more,” you yell out.

His grip on your throat is making your eyes roll back and close. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life. You’ve only slept with one other person. He broke your heart. He cheated and you felt lost, deciding to never get this close to anyone again. That was years ago and since then you’ve longed for someone to take control of you, use you, doing whatever they pleased, whenever.

“Use me. Control me. Please,” you coo and plead. “Tell me if it’s too much. I don’t want to hurt you in any way,” he rasped, still unsure if he could hold his load any longer. While still pressing into your neck, he reaches down to stroke your clit. Then he takes his soaked fingers and wraps them around his engorged cock, lubricating it. He does this back and forth a few times while trying to control his breathing. Suddenly, he asks, “Do you want to use a condom?” You shake your head immediately, just saying, “I’m on the pill. Give it to me.”

He runs his tip up and down your slit, smirking because he gets to feel all of you. He smacks his dick against it a few times which causes a voracious moan to emit from your chest. Your nipples are hard, he’s choking you, all the while teasing you and himself. Your eyes shut tight, unsure of how painful this will be since it has been years since you’ve been fucked. He places his tip closer to your entrance and pauses, “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

It takes a lot of strength to finally open your eyes. You meet his gaze and his hand releases a bit of pressure from your throat to rub your cheek. “That’s better,” he says and starts to press on your neck again. You can feel the head of his dick against you. He’s thick and you’re not sure if it will be a smooth fit. It will take some adjustments and patience.

He slowly presses his tip in and stops when he hears you squeal and sees your eyebrows furrow in pain. He slides out and asks, “Are you all right? Do you want me to stop?” Again, you shake your head then confess, “It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex. I’ve only been with one other person. It may take a bit to make it comfortable. Plus you’re very thick. It’s bigger than I’ve ever taken.” He cannot believe someone as beautiful and kind has only been with one other person sexually. “I will be careful. I’m sorry. How can men not want to fuck you?” He groans and lines up to try again.

Even though you are sopping wet, he tries eagerly to press back into you. His tip pops in again which makes you wince. Gathering yourself, you hold his arm and say, “Please it’s okay. It feels so good but go easy and slow.” You open your eyes to match his sultry gaze. He slips a bit more in but slowly removes his dick inhaling every time trying not to bust.

Working just the tip in back and forth, he bites his bottom lip and groans each time. It is the sexiest, deepest sound you’ve ever heard. He is wincing every time he enters you because you’re so tight on his cock. You finally say, “Fuck me! I don’t care if it hurts! Do it!” He hesitantly listens and fucks into your cunt all the way. He stops once he’s buried to the hilt. The feeling is overwhelming. A mix between pain and pleasure. You both moan at the same time, still deeply gazing into each other’s eyes. “Fuck you’re pussy is gripping me so tight!” he yells, and looks down to where his dick disappears into your cunt.

Holding your legs open and back to get a better view, he starts to thrust all the way out, then back in forcefully. You whine as he uses one hand to rub circles on your clit, still fucking you with urgency. You moan out, “Shit, I’m so close! You’re gonna make me come!” He exhales heavily and responds, “I am too. Can I come inside you?” You choke a ‘yes’ as you’re starting to hit your peak. You start shaking and grinding to meet his thrusts. You can feel his dick throb inside you, getting bigger. “I want to feel you come on my cock, please,” he mumbles out, his hair falling in his face. His words make you yell out, “I’m coming!” while repeating his name over and over as your pussy constricts around his dick.

You can tell he is very close and you’re shivering, sensitive from your climax. He never lets up fucking into you which prolongs your orgasm. He grunts and moans and empties himself into you. You can feel every spurt of his come as he’s still thrusting, giving you everything he has. His loud moans give way to quiet exhales as he’s still reeling. He leans down toward your lips and starts kissing you hard, still lightly thrusting, never wanting this to end. The feeling of your wet pussy, dripping with his come, is almost too much for him to continue being inside of you.

He ravenously swirls his tongue inside your mouth, dripping with saliva. He leans up again to look into your beautiful eyes. You cannot believe this happened and whimper, “You are amazing. That was so good.” He smiles wide and nods, “Your pussy was made for me. You feel so fucking amazing.” He’s still lightly thrusting into you, getting hard again. He finally pulls out completely and his cum drips down your ass and onto the couch. “Hang on, let me get a tissue.” He raises himself off of you and walks toward the kitchen. Your legs collapse down on the couch and you sigh, still breathing heavily.

He comes back in seconds and you can see his dick is still hard, standing at attention. At the sight, you moan and look from his cock up to his face. He smirks and furrows his brows, “You want me to fuck you again? I fucking need more. I cannot get enough.” You spread your legs as he's cleaning his come off of you and the couch. While doing so, you say, “I need a fucking cigarette. I’ve never come so hard and so long before in my life.”

You’re still naked as you walk toward your bedroom to grab your cigarettes. You smile as you see a joint you rolled days ago but never got around to smoking. An idea forms. Kyungsoo is still sitting stark naked on your couch, curious what’s taking you so long, he gets up and peeks around your door frame. He sees your plump ass bending down to your bedside table, he becomes insatiable. Just then, you turn around and ask, “Wanna share this joint with me? Do you smoke weed?”

“Yes, please. You turn me on more and more,” he responds. “How is this possible? That you’ve only ever been with one other man?” he adds, still in disbelief that you’re with him right now and no one else. You sit on your bed and light a cigarette and offer him one. He walks over to you to sit next to you on the edge of your bed. You’re trying hard not to stare at his hard cock as it starts to sway with each step toward you. Once the bed sinks with his weight, you light his cigarette. When doing so, the light flickers across your chest and you see him lose it at the sight of your small, perky tits, nipples hard. The red marks on your throat from him choking you and the little bruises he sucked onto your skin.

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To be continued. Let me know if you’re horny enough for more.

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