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"Welcome to our love nest," you gave him a smirk.
Jihoon giggled as he walked inside your apartment, taking off his jacket and leaving it at the hanger in the entrance. Smiling softly, he opened his arms to squeeze you in a tight hug. You couldn't help but notice how much he changed since the last time you saw each other, his chest muscles feeling a lot
harder against you, his shoulders looking wider, though his perfume was exactly the same.
"Wow, it's been a long time," Jihoon said, hands gently rubbing your back.
"Come on in!" You jumped in excitement after he let you go.
"You guys really did this, huh," he looked around as the two of you walked into the living room.
"Yes, we did!" You said with enthusiasm.
“And Soonyoung is not home?"
"No…" You chuckled. “He'll probably be here in an hour or two.”
Being Hoshi's girlfriend, it was almost inevitable that you'd end up getting close to some of his bandmates, because they were family to Soonyoung. Especially Lee Jihoon, whom you met the same day you met your boyfriend and eventually got close at the same pace you fell in love with Soonyoung. With his easy-going personality, a carefree smile on his lips and always being extra kind, it didn't take long for you to understand why Soonyoung was so fucking obsessed with his friend and everything about him.
"Hey, let's get you a drink,” you said, signaling for him to follow you.
"It's a really nice apartment," Jihoon said as he followed you.
"Right?! It's amazing."
Jihoon leaned against the kitchen's counter, crossing his arms as he looked around. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his exposed muscles, his black t-shirt fitting just right around his strong shoulders and chest, biceps flexed. Unable to deal with the fact he was looking like a sin with his long hair falling on his face, you turned around to reach for a glass cup in one of the kitchen’s cabinets.
"Here's a glass.”
You turned around to place the glass at the kitchen’s counter, you caught Jihoon looking down to where you had been. He looked up with a smirk as you let your jaw drop.
“Were you checking me out?!”
“What? No,” he scoffed.
“Uh-hum, okay,” you nodded sarcastically. “You can check the fridge."
"Wow, where's the hospitality?" He said, yet immediately going towards your fridge. "You're not even gonna serve me?"
“Oh, grow the fuck up,” you playfully pushed him.
Jihoon chuckled as he popped a can of zero coke and poured it into his glass, taking the distraction to not so subtly stare you up and down. You weren't wearing anything special at all, just one of Soonyoung's shirts and a pair of short shorts, but that's was enough for Jihoon to pierce his eyes at your thighs in a way he never did before. Maybe the shorts were too short, you realized.
"And how's marriage?" He asked, trying to stare into your eyes.
"Ugh, you know I hate that word," you rolled your eyes.
"Soonyoung calls you wife though.”
"He does?"
You were unable to hide the smile on your face as you approached Jihoon, resting your elbow against the counter and your cheek against your palm, daydreaming about your beloved boyfriend.
"Yeah, and everyone absolutely hates it. He won't shut up about it," Jihoon said, lips curled with disgust.
"You know what they say. Jealousy is a disease," you said sarcastically.
“Ha, jealous of Soonyoung? You're insane.”
“Yeah, none of you are ever going to have someone like me,” you played with your hair.
Jihoon scoffed, staring you up and down to try to give you a judgmental look, but instead looking like he wanted to tear you apart, his gaze making your body's temperature rise.
“Thank God,” he sipped from his drink. “You're just as unbearable as your boyfriend. You two deserve each other.”
“Excuse me?! Did you come to my house just to be mean to me and my husband?!” You said in disbelief.
“Your what?” Jihoon laughed, putting his glass down.
“Nothing.”
You hadn't even realized what you just said.
“You're a stay at home wife!”
Jihoon was pointing at you, laughing as if you were the biggest joke he has ever heard of.
“Fuck off!” You playfully hit his shoulder. “You wish you could come home and have me waiting in bed.”
Jihoon's giggles turned into a smirk, dark eyes staring at you suggestively as he poured the rest of his coke into the glass.
“Can't say I didn't,” he said.
Jihoon's straightforwardness had always got you I'm shambles. He wasn't the type to sugarcoat or beat around the bush, it didn't matter what he had to say, he would say without thinking twice. You found that extremely hot of him.
“You're such a pervert,” you rolled your eyes.
“Me?” He chuckled. “You're wearing underwear as shorts to seduce me and I'm the pervert?”
“Seduce you?” You scoffed at your friend. “Wake the fuck up, I don't need that.”
“Then why the super short shorts and the shirt without a bra?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I don't wear bras,” you shrugged. “But why were you staring at my tits?!”
“I ask the questions here.”
“Oh, I'm sorry, Sir,” you said sarcastically.
Jihoon stared at you, a suggestive smile on his lips, and just when you started planning your next move, Jihoon's phone started ringing. He fished it out of his pocket, checking the screen with a sigh.
"Shit," he huffed. "It's from the company."
"What?! Aren't you on your day off?" You asked in disbelief.
"Like they care.”
Just when Jihoon's thumb almost hit the green button, you grabbed his phone from his hand.
"Hey!"
"It's your day off," you reminded him.. "You're not gonna work."
"Are you crazy?! I'll get fired!" He reached for the device, but you hid it behind your back.
"For not working on your day off? That would be fucked up."
"Come on, give it back," he said softly.
"Nope," you said.
As you got out of the kitchen, Jihoon followed every step of yours.
"Seriously, I need to keep checking my phone," he said.
“Sorry, I can't,” you shook your head.
"Stop, you don't want me to take it from you," Jihoon said calmly.
"Oh, is that a threat?!"
You turned around to stare at him with excitement. Obviously, you'd eventually give it back to him, but the thought of annoying him and playing push and pull like a teenager with their first crush suddenly felt so endearing to you. It was Lee Jihoon, after all.
“No, just a warning,” he stretched out his hand. “Give it to me.”
“Hmm… I don't want to.”
Jihoon reached for his phone and you started running towards your bedroom, his hands quickly grabbing your hips from behind in the middle of the hall, his body slamming against yours. And you could swear everything was moving in slow motion. His hands around you, his chest against your back, everything made your head start spinning with the dirtiest thoughts you ever had.
“Come on, stop being such a brat!"
You kept Jihoon's phone close to your chest, holding onto it, and maybe because he wasn't gripping you that tight, you managed to run and finally get to your room. You quickly threw yourself on the bed to hide Jihoon's phone under your sheets, almost getting caught.
“You're really going to make me use force against you?”
When you laughed at him, Jihoon grabbed around your ankles and pulled you back to the edge of your bed, air getting stuck in your lungs as you stared at him with widened eyes.
“What the fuck?” You chuckled nervously.
“Give it to me.”
Jihoon had a serious look on his face, like he was actually giving you an order, but of course you had no intention of obeying him at all.
“I don't think so.”
“Come on, where did you put it?”
“I don't know,” you said softly. “You're gonna have to search for it.”
Jihoon didn't waste any time, tightly grabbing onto your hips and turning you around against your bed like you weighed nothing, hands grabbing your ass to check your back pockets. Obviously, that wasn't necessary, but you let him take his time.
“Did you find it?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? How old are you?”
Though Jihoon was trying to look pissed, you could tell he was having the time of his life by the smirk on the corner of his lips.
"Why is it so important? Are you talking to other bitches?" You said, turning back around to stare at him.
"No, you're the only bitch I talk to," he said.
Jihoon had always treated you with respect — extra respect, you would say. To the point of denying ferociously that he ever thought of you in a sexual way even though you caught him giving you malicious, lustful looks multiple times. So it felt like music to your ears hearing him call you a bitch while staring straight into your eyes.
“Oh, really? I'm honored.”
“God, you're so fucking annoying!” He sighed. “Where is it?”
You shrugged, relaxing against your bed as Jihoon basically devoured you with his eyes.
“It's in my bra,” you lied.
Jihoon rolled his eyes, sighing.
“Give it to me.”
“Come and get it,” you raised an eyebrow.
Kneeling on your bed, Jihoon wrapped his legs around your hips and lifted up your shirt only to find your bare chest, slightly biting onto his lower lip as he placed your shirt back on. When he leaned in, chest pressed against yours, you gasped while expecting for his lips to finally touch yours. But Jihoon simply reached under your pillows, your body trapped in between him and your mattres as you felt his boner pressed against your thigh.
“Found it,” he waved his phone in front of your face.
“I found something too.”
You smirked maliciously at him, pressing your thigh against his semi-hard dick. Jihoon chuckled maliciously, way too happy for someone who desperately needed to answer a call from work.
“So, aren't you going to call them back?” You questioned.
“Nah, I have something else to do right now.”
Jihoon wrapped his hands around your waist, under your shirt, fingers pinching your nipples when he reached for your boobs. You clenched your thighs around his own thigh, biting onto your lip as your friend played with your tits.
“Having fun?”
You teased Jihoon and tried to sound casual, though you felt your nipples getting harder under his touch, your underwear starting to get wet in between your legs. Jihoon pinched your nipples even harder, making a gasp escape from your lips as he stared at you with amusement.
“You're always horny,” Jihoon leaned down, lips inches away from yours. “Don't you feel embarrassed?”
You shook your head, lips parted as you went to kiss Jihoon. He pressed his lips against yours, your hands wrapping over his shoulders as you pulled him closer. His kiss was wet and sloppy, completely obscene, and his hands were still squeezing your tits under your shirt.
“What would your boyfriend think?” Jihoon stopped the kiss so the both of you could breathe. “If he saw you under me like this?”
“He'd probably understand I have needs,” you smiled sarcastically.
“You're such a slut.”
Though Jihoon was shaking his head and tried to sound disappointed, there still was a smirk on his lips, like he was thrilled for calling you that.
“Whatever you say, babe” you smiled.
Jihoon lifted up your shirt, hands around your boobs as his teeth wrapped around one of your nipples. You squirmed with the feeling of his velvety tongue circling around your nipples, Jihoon moaning against your skin as you grabbed his hair.
“Fuck you, don't pull my hair,” he frowned at you.
“God, I'm sorry! I got carried away.”
“Control your hormones then.”
You gave Jihoon a deadly stare, showing your middle finger. He grabbed both your wrists, pining your hands up your head.
“I'm gonna kick you in the balls,” you threatened.
“Oh, don't say that,” Jihoon leaned down, kissing and biting onto your lips. “I'm definitely gonna like it.”
You tried to free yourself from Jihoon's hands unsuccessfully, his grip getting even tighter around your wrists. The weirdest part was that the more he tightened his hands, the more your underwear got wet.
“Ah! Jihoon—” You whined, the slight pain around your wrists going straight down your core. “Le— Let me go!”
Jihoon smirked with satisfaction, licking his lip like an animal about to eat their favorite food, eyes staring into yours.
“Did you just stutter?” He chuckled. “Am I making you nervous?”
With his legs tangled with yours and his hands holding your wrists, your movements were restricted, and that got you so horny you suddenly didn't even know how to act anymore, your brain suddenly malfunctioning. Never in a million years you would've thought there was that much pent up sexual attraction in between you two. Of course, you knew Jihoon was hot. And his straightforward and sarcastic personality definitely did something to you every time you saw each other. But whining and stuttering just because he was holding you a little tighter? That was embarrassing, even for you.
“You win! I really want you to fuck me right now,” you confessed.
“You just had to ask,” he chuckled, biting his lip as he leaned down to kiss on your neck.
How did he manage to get shivers running down your spine when your body felt burning hot? It was mystery. All you knew was that when Jihoon went back to your nipples, tongue making a wet trail down to your stomach, you felt like disintegrating under him. And when Jihoon's hands started unbuttoning your shorts, the expectation made your heart skip a beat.
“Do you—”
You got caught by surprise when Jihoon pulled down your shorts along with your panties. No ceremony, just straight up exposing your wet core as chuckled like he was watching an entertainment show instead of getting a woman naked.
“What were you saying?”
To you, being half naked in front of that man meant a lot of things; a dream come true, desire, embarrassment and the most important; really fucking good. On the other hand, it seemed like getting a wet pussy all to himself looked like a simple Tuesday to him.
“Aren't you—”
You had to stop because Jihoon was leaning down, spreading your legs as he kissed your inner thighs.
“Aren't I…?”
You squirmed and gripped on your bedsheets when Jihoon sucked on your skin. He quickly placed your legs around his neck, your thighs resting on top of his shoulders as he spread you open. When Jihoon wrapped his lips around your folds, you reacted immediately, your legs involuntarily pulling him closer.
“Are you trying to suffocate me?” he said from in between your thighs.
The warmth of Jihoon's breathe against your pussy was enough to drive you insane and up the walls.
“God! Just shut the fuck eat,” you said impatiently.
You pushed his head back against your cunt, but Jihoon fought back by once again grabbing your wrists and holding tight to keep them down. Then he started eating. Exactly as you said. Sucking on your sensitive bud with extra passion, hands holding onto your wrists as you tried to break from his grip. Jihoon sucked on your pussy like his life depended on it, diving into your wetness as you buckled up your hips, his tongue pressing hard against your clit.
“God— Ah!”
You moaned, legs clenching around his head as Jihoon let the wet sounds of his lips sucking onto your cunt take over your bedroom. You squirmed and whined, Jihoon not even pausing to breathe before he shoved his tongue past your entrance, making you fall to pieces under the power of his sweet tongue. The mix of having that man eating you out while gripping so tight around your wrist and making you unable to touch him was enough to make your pussy throb, Jihoon sucking and biting onto the skin of your inner thighs as you felt your pussy clench while missing his mouth.
“Jihoon—”
You had your lips dry, Jihoon finally letting your hands free, just because you had no strength to use them anymore.
“What?”
He looked like a sin looking up from right in between your legs, red, swollen lips as he breath hard against your pussy, your legs still resting on his shoulders because you had no strength to move.
“Can you, for the love of God, pull your cock out?”
“Nah, I'm not in the mood,” he shook his head.
Jihoon went straight to pushing a finger inside your cunt, with no warning and no shame, making you gasp with surprise.
“Playing with your pussy is a lot more fun,” you felt him push a second finger in.
You moaned, hands gripping onto your bedsheets as Jihoon once again wrapped his lips around your clit. With his fingers stretching your walls and his tongue rubbing all over your pussy, he started devouring your cunt while thrusting his fingers extra hard against your core.
“Fuck! Jihoon— Ah!”
He had no mercy, and it really did seem like he was using your pussy way more to entertain himself than to pleasure you. Not because it was the best you could have asked for, but because he was putting so much effort into it. Fingers softly and nicely slipping in and out of you while his tongue and lips destroyed your clit, both hitting the right spot as you twisted and turned under the constant stimulation. Then when he moaned and choked with your wetness, you couldn't help but come all over his face and around his fingers, your clit pulsing as he your walls clenched around his fingers.
“At least your pussy is good,” Jihoon said after taking your legs off his shoulders, cleaning his face with the back of his hand. “Makes up for all the shit you talk.”
“Oh, shut up—”
When you raised your hand to hit him, Jihoon quickly grabbed it, his reflex taking you by surprise, getting you both impressed and turned on at the same time.
“Why do you keep trying to hit me?”
“Is your dick small?” You frowned. “That's why you're taking so long to fuck me?”
Jihoon started laughing, taking off his shirt. You had to try really hard not show him how impressed you were by his wide shoulders and muscled biceps, his buff chest and six packed abs looking absolutely unreal.
“Yeah, that's why I made you come with my mouth,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Oh, I guet it,” you tried to sound sad. “But I just want you to know size doesn't matter.”
“Oh, I know it doesn't,” he nodded. “To you, at least.”
“What the fuck do you mean by that?!”
“You know, with the amount of dick you get,” he shrugged. “I think less than 9 inches won't even tickle.”
“Okay, now you went too fucking far.”
Jihoon giggled as he pulled down his pants, his not small at all cock standing up in all it's glory, hard and dripping.
“Do you think this will do?” He asked.
Jihoon wrapped his hand around his length, a smug smile on his face as he bumped his cock, your legs spreading immediately.
“We'll have to check,” you tried to keep the tone.
“Nice,” he agreed. “Do you have condoms?”
“On the first drawer,” you pointed to your bedside table.
Jihoon reached for the drawer, opening it with such a hard grip you thought he might break it. He searched for the condom and threw it at you, immediately getting closer.
“What are you waiting for?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You giggled, throwing the package back at him. “Do it yourself.”
“Why are you so rude? Who the fuck you think you are?”
Despite his words, Jihoon was chuckling as he ripped the condom package with his teeth and wrapped it around his dick. You pulled off your shirt and relaxed against your bed, watching Jihoon's abs flexing as he crawled up the bed to place himself in between your legs.
“Wait— I want to—”
You pushed against his chest, Jihoon staring at you in confusion while not moving an inch.
“I wanna ride!” You said impatiently.
He didn't waste any time, quickly laying against your bed, his hands resting on the back of his head like he was sunbathing on the beach instead of having a woman climbing him up. When he grabbed your tits and pinched your nipples, you had to bite on your lip to keep yourself from whining.
“It's pathetic, the way you're trying so damn hard not to show how much you're enjoying this.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
You grabbed Jihoon's cock and aligned his tip with your entrance, your legs giving in the moment you let him sink in.
“Fuck—” Jihoon groaned. “Okay, this is really fucking good.”
He grabbed onto your hips, biting onto his own lip as he threw his head back.
“Fuck, it is,” you whined.
His cock had only reached deep and stretched you out, but it already had you seeing stars. You took a breath and held onto his shoulders before moving up, his cock stretching you out as you sat back down. You were dripping wet, sliding up and down on Jihoon's cock without any trouble.
“God— That's what I needed,” he said in between sighs. “Great fucking pussy.”
You smirked as you started moving, riding Jihoon as you watched his cheeks turn bright pink, his soft lips parted as he panted and gripped onto your hips.
Lee Jihoon was a singer, one of the greatest you ever had the pleasure to listen to. But none of the times you heard him singing could ever prepare you to hear him let out such sweet moanings. It almost sounded like he was humming melodies instead of getting taken over by pleasure.
“Nice cock too— Ah!”
You whimpered when he reached deep, Jihoon's hands starting to control your movements with how hard he was holding around your hips. You rode him nice and slow, kind of wanting to get back at how he tortured you with the slow thrust of his fingers before, but your body was acting the other way around. Your hips moved without you controlling them, grinding against Jihoon's cock as your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders.
“Don't be shy, tell me what I wanna hear,” Jihoon said softly.
“What do you mean, Jihoonie?”
The cute nickname put the biggest, brightest smile you ever saw on your friend's face, so bright it made you chuckle.
“You know exactly what I mean, you dumb bitch,” he smacked your ass.
You gasped, the sting of his smack making you get even wetter around his cock, your legs starting to give in on top of him, Jihoon's cock reaching even deeper as you sat on top of him.
“You want me to moan?” You whispered into his ear.
“Yeah,” Jihoon cupped your cheeks to brush his lips against yours. “Like the slut you are. I know you can.”
“Oh, don't flatter me.”
You picked up your pace, grinding faster on top of Jihoon as you moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear, his cock getting even harder inside you as you searched for your own pleasure, sweat dripping down your back. Jihoon's hair was falling on his eyes as he groaned softly, buckling his hips up to help you bounce on his cock, his muscles flexing. The red blush on his cheeks and the swollen pink from his lips looked like they had been painted on his pale skin, the grip from your hands marked onto his shoulders. You leaned down to kiss him, Jihoon sucking on your tongue as his fingers dug into the skin on your ass to make you grind on his cock.
The wave of pleasure washed over you instantly, making you gasp against his mouth, your legs giving in as you fell on top of Jihoon.
“Fuck,” you said in between sighs. “You did something good for once in your life.”
You helped him pull out, the sudden emptiness making you feel slightly frustrated. Then somehow Jihoon managed to switch positions, making your breath get stuck in your throat with how fast and easily he had you against the bed, his body on top of yours.
“You're pissing me off for real,” he said, staring into your eyes.
“Aww, really?” You said sarcastically, pouting. “That's cute, Jihoonie.”
He broke down the tough guy pose immediately, looking away to chuckle.
“Fuck you."
“Do it yourself, you coward.”
Jihoon popped his tongue, slightly shaking his head as he let his hands travel all over the curves of your waist and hips. Then he grabbed your hips, turning you around without a warning.
“First you say my dick is small, then you call me a coward… Who the fuck you think you are?”
“I'm your friend, Jihoon,” you said, sincerely, relaxing against your pillow. “I'm just being sincere.”
“With a friend like you, who needs enemies?”
You chuckled, Jihoon grabbing your hips and lifting up your ass, your stomach turning with excitement and expectation. Of course you weren't expecting Jihoon to grab and pull your hair, but that sure got you even more turned on like nothing else.
“Oh!” You chuckled. “That's nice.”
“God, you're such a fucking whore,” he said nonchalantly. “Yet you can't get on fours properly. Are you really that dumb?”
“Sorry, Jihoonie,” you whined, trying to look over your shoulder as you got on fours. “But you have to work on your communicating skills.”
He tightened the grip on your hair, making you hiss with the tug, your back arching as you spread yourself to him.
“I'm going to show exactly how I communicate.”
You felt Jihoon smack your ass, a gasp escaping from your lips when you got taken by surprise.
“I know you can do better than that,” you provoked him.
Of course Jihoon smacked you again, the slap making your skin burn and sting. Out of nowhere, Jihoon started a spanking session without a single warning, his palms hitting each of your buttcheeks so hard your body was shaking, the sound of his hands hitting you taking over the whole room.
“Is this—” He delivered another hard smack, your skin burning. “Enough for you?”
“Fuck—” You whined, almost starting to cry. “Yeah— That's it, Jihoonie!”
As if the whole spanking wasn't enough, you felt Jihoon dig his nails against the skin of your ass cheeks, scratching the already burning and sensitive skin of yours. The result was you letting out the loudest whine of your life, whimpering as your legs almost gave in, your body almost collapsing as you let your head fall against the bed, ass still in the air.
“Are you fucking kidding me? A few smacks and you're folded like a little bitch?”
“Fuck you,” you sighed against your pillow. “And there's lube on the drawer.”
“Do I care? You think you deserve lube after annoying the shit out of me today?”
“Jihoon, please—”
He smacked your burning, sensitive, scratched skin once again, probably in order to make you shut up, and so you did. Then you felt Jihoon spreading your ass cheeks, his hot spit dripping down your whole the next second. That was enough to get your hands gripping onto your bedsheets and air stuck in your throat.
“That's the best you can get,” he hit you once again, one of his fingers rubbing your entrance. “And you should thank me.”
Jihoon pushed the tip of his cock inside you without a warning, your hands searching for something to hold as you got back on all fours, the burning from your ass cheeks sending heat right down your core.
“Tha— Thank— Ah!” Jihoon finally pushed his length all the way down, balls deep inside you. “Thank you, Jihoonie.”
“For what? Tell me.”
Jihoon started slowly thrusting you, making sure his spit was enough to make his cock slide in and almost all out of your ass.
“Thank you for fucking me,” you cried out.
“Wow,” he smacked your sensitive skin. “See? Is it that hard to be nice, you fucking cunt?”
Jihoon dug his nails onto your hips, moving your body as he pleased. You whined and whimpered, back arching as you tried to spread out even more for your friend. Then one of Jihoon's hands went in between your thighs, three of his fingers rubbing against your sensitive clit as his cock stretched your ass.
“Fu— Fuck, Jihoonie!” You moaned, the hot feeling already taking over your body. “You— You're so good!”
“Oh, am I?” He said sarcastically, fingers playing with your soaking wet pussy. “So that's what you need to act nice? A great cock?”
“Ye— Yes,” you moaned, Jihoon started to thrust a little faster.
“Good to know,” he groaned softly, cock getting harder inside you. “Every time you act like a bitch I'll give some cock then.”
You had no strength to fight back anymore, coming against Jihoon's fingers and turning into a pile of whimpering instead. The fact you came only seemed to get Jihoon even more eager to destroy you, the sound of his hips pounding against you taking over the bedroom. Jihoon used your body and fucked you harder and faster, finally coming with gasps and thrusts, pulling out and pushing you like you were a ragdoll against the bed. You laid on your side, trying to recover from your third orgasm as a blushing Jihoon removed the filled up condom from his cock.
“It was a nice afternoon, though I had to listen to your voice,” he said, laying on his back by your side.
You chuckled, lips dry and throat hoarse.
“Fuck off.”
“You really have such a tight little ass,” he said nonchalantly. “Soonyoung was right.”
“Oh, so that's the comments he makes about his wife?”
“His what?”
It was Soonyoung standing on your door, eyes widened and lips parted in shock.
“Dude, what—”
Jihoon quickly got up, putting on his underwear in speed light.
“How long have you been home?” You asked.
“Ever since you yelled you wanted to ride him,” Soonyoung had his arms crossed, leaning onto the door frame.
“Oh, dude, you were listening?” Jihoon looked nauseated as he put on his shirt.
“What's wrong? We used to shower together, Jihoon.” Your boyfriend said.
“But that's different,” he said as if it was obvious.
“Oh, grow the fuck up,” Soonyoung said. “Back in the days you were my little spoon.”
“Not because I wanted to,” Jihoon argued. “You were emotionally abusive.”
Soonyoung started laughing, playfully pushing his friend.
“Fuck off! You absolutely loved it.”
“Anyways,” Jihoon was shaking his head. “I have to go back to the company. Something about the song I wrote not matching our next album's concept.”
“What the fuck? The songs are amazing!”
“Well, not for them,” Jihoon sighed.
“Fuck them. It's your day off,” Soonyoung sounded personally offended. “They can wait.”
“I don't know, dude,” Jihoon fixed his hair. “I don't want to have the album delayed or something, it's best I just finish this.”
“Oh, okay,” Soonyoung pouted, clearly sad. “I was hoping we could spend some time together, but…”
“Soonyoung, we used to live together,” Jihoon chuckled. “You have a wife now. Get off my ass.”
“What should I do if I like you?!” Your boyfriend yelled.
“Get over it,” Jihoon patted his shoulder. “Thank you for letting me fuck your wife, though.”
“You're welcome, anytime you want,” Soonyoung let him now.
Jihoon waved at you before leaving the room. Soonyoung watched as his best friend walked and left, sad look on his face as he stared at you.
“Do you think he released some stress, at least?”
“I won't be able to sit for the next three days, so I guess he did,” you nodded.
“Poor thing,” Soonyoung pouted, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Let me check it, babe.”
You laid on your side, Soonyoung's hand gently caressing on your hips.
“I'm going to kill him,” Soonyoung said, searching through the bedside table's drawer.
“It's okay, babe,” you told him.
“Hum,” he grumbled.
Soonyoung applied refreshing lotion on your sensitive skin, the sting from Jihoon's beating and scratching softening as he massaged you.
“How do you feel?” He asked softly.
“I'm fine,” you said. “I missed being treated like absolute shit. You never do it.”
“I'm sorry?” Soonyoung chuckled.
You laid on your back again to stare at your boyfriend, his eyes running all over your naked body. At first, you thought he was checking for bruises. But you had been dating him for years, and so you knew the sparkling in his eyes usually meant he was thinking about asking for something.
“Yes, Soonyoung, you can fuck me,” you said with a chuckle.
“What? No. You must be tired.”
“I'm never tired when it comes to you.”
“No, you should get some rest. I'll just… Use my hand.”
“Why use your hand when you have my mouth?”
Soonyoung stared at you as if checking reality, and you just smirked at him in response. Your boyfriend immediately pulled down his pants, his hardened cock standing up, already leaking.
“You're really into this voyeur shit, aren't you?”
Getting off the bed, you got on your knees in between Soonyoung's legs, mouth watering just from the bare sight of him.
“I didn't know listening would turn me on even more than watching,” he confessed
“Poor baby,” you held around the base of his cock, bumping his dick. “You must've suffered a lot.”
“You can't even imagine.”
Soonyoung's pretty eyes were shining when he held up your hair, a hiss escaping from his lips when you wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking his precome.
“How can you taste so good every single time?”
You swallowed down all of his length, his tip reaching down your throat as Soonyoung groaned and held tighter around your hair.
You loved Soonyoung's cock as much. You really did. Not only he was the perfect size and had just the right amount of sensitivity, sucking his cock immediately sent heat all over your body. You coated his cock with your spit and moaned with satisfaction as you moved your head and let his hardened dick slip down your throat.
“God, you're so damn good at this,” Soonyoung panted.
You looked up to watch your boyfriend biting his own lip, his free hand gripping at the edge of your bed. You sucked his cock and licked all around his length, fingers playing with his balls as kept staring at his black hair falling into his eyes. You held his hand, intertwining your fingers as Soonyoung's legs twisted with every time his tip hit the back of your throat.
“I'm co— Fuck— Ah!”
Your boyfriend whined when his cock got even harder inside your mouth, and you slowed your pace down until you stopped and once again sucked on his tip, waiting for Soonyoung to fill up your mouth. When you stroked around his cock, bumping him, your lovely boyfriend finally came all over your tongue, some parts of his liquid dripping down your lips. Soonyoung stared at you and caressed your cheek, cleaning your lips with his thumb and then sticking it into your mouth.
“You're such a good girl,” he patted your head. “You only deserve what's best.”
“Thank you, husband,” you let your head rest against his thigh.
Noticing your exhaustion, Soonyoung helped you get up and laid you on bed. You turned to the side still tasting him on your tongue, but your body quickly jumped into sleep.