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“Hey, mind a little company?” Wooyoung leans up against the wall, facing you. Your gaze moves to him without hesitation, and you notice a blushed smile on his face. I could… No. No no.
“No, no, I… Of course I don’t mind,” you stumble over your words. The smile still lingers on your face.
“Good,” he says it a little lower, quieter, and he pulls out a cigarette, offering the open pack to you. You take one, and you both flick your lighters. Wooyoung’s works right away, but yours is another story.
Thwick, thwick, thwick… Thwick… Thwick, thwick.
“This damn thing,” you groan. Wooyoung chuckles at you.
“Come here,” it comes out softly as he stands to face you head on, beckoning you with a flick of his hand. Against your better judgement, you step towards him. You’re close, certainly a lot closer than needed to pass over a lighter. “Put your cigarette in your mouth.” You’re confused, but compliant. Compliant enough that when his hand reaches up for your face, you simply allow it. You can feel the warmth off of him as he grazes your jaw, more to guide than hold. “Now inhale,” he murmurs past the cig in his mouth, just above a whisper, as he touches the lit tip of his to your unlit one. He watches as it glows brighter and lights, and you’re watching him. His lips, back up to his eyes. As the smoke curls into your lungs again, he drops his hand, stepping away to a slightly more acceptable distance for talking.
“Thanks…” The word comes out slow, half drunk, which is probably about how far along you are. It doesn’t help that you are still looking shamelessly at his face, even as he looks back at you.
“What are you doing right now?” He asks, teeth grazing his lower lip.
“What am I doing right now? What are you doing right now?” You shoot back playfully.
“All I know is you started it.” He points at you with his cigarette.
“Me? I started it? You walked into the bar like you were going to eat me!”
“Can I?” The breath catches in your throat behind your smile. Your eyes are locked to each other, the tension thick around you. The way Wooyoung is looking at you is too good: a grin like a challenge across his face, with a dangerous glint in his eye that makes a shiver run up your spine. You want to hold your ground and show confidence, but Wooyoung’s boldness has caught you off guard. You can’t help but bring your hand up to cover your face as you instinctually avert your eyes for a moment.
“I… Wow, um, I…” You laugh, you can’t even wrap your head around forming a sentence right now. He takes a step towards you, testing your reaction. You take a half step to him, not enough to close the gap completely, but enough to embolden him. Enough that he looks down and easily reaches out to hook a finger through your belt loop, gently tugging you toward him.
“We should probably be careful, you know, being roommates and all,” you muster, but your voice is dark. Your lips are parted and the heat of lust and booze has bloomed across your cheeks. You’re so close to each other, and you almost stop breathing entirely as he leans in to whisper in your ear,
“I’m not going to fall in love with you, I just want to know what you taste like.” His breath is hot on your skin, and it’s like your common sense evaporates. You raise a hand in front of you, walking your fingertips up his torso, following the buttons up his shirt like a trail of breadcrumbs. As you reach his chest, you feel his hand rest on your hip, and you bunch the shirt in your fist, pulling him in with a burst of conviction. He catches your lips with his own, warmth flooding through your entire body like a drop of ink hitting water. His other hand comes to cradle your jaw, not unlike it had earlier, but stronger and more sure, his desire evident. There is a reckless abandon to this kiss that is familiar to you, the kind you only feel a few drinks deep, when you’ve stopped caring whether you’re making a good choice. How could a bad choice feel this good? Your other hand snakes around his neck, and he bites your lip, earning a small moan from you - it slips out before you can stifle it. You feel him smile into the kiss just before he pulls back. His face is alight with want, and you can only imagine yours is too.
“We should probably go back inside…” you start through heavy breaths.
“Yeah, they’ll be wondering where we are if we’re gone too long…” he continues as you disentangle yourselves. When your eyes meet again, you can’t help but laugh lightly.
“It feels like we’re sneaking around, like kids or something.”
“It’s fun that way,” he counters, amusement in his voice. “Come on.” He holds the door and gestures for you to go ahead.
Being desired has always lit a fire of confidence in you, and tonight is no different. Re-entering the bar, you can feel the base shift in your demeanour. You walk ahead of Wooyoung, unattached, and beeline for Mingi at the bar. It’s gotten rowdier in here since you stepped out, at least as rowdy as it could be on a Monday night. The way groups were intermingling reminded you of a house party, conversations naturally ebbing and flowing as friends and strangers alike shared stories and grievances over drinks. Mingi sees you coming, and meets you, resting his forearms on the bar as he leans towards you.
“You look like you want a drink.” A cheeky smile tugs up at one corner of his mouth.
“You’d be correct!” You smile up at him. “Can I get another gin soda?”
“You want a double?”
“Look at you, already knowing me so well,” you cock your head to the side as you hold his eyes, “how about shots for all of us, too?”
“Seems like you already know me pretty well, too,” he laughs, “I’m on it.” At the same time, Hongjoong appears at your side, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“You were outside for a while… With Wooyoung… Having fun, I hope?” The way he is smiling at you tells you he knows exactly what kind of fun you were having. You take a beat in the throes of your buzz to analyze his face, and you find no trace of negativity.
“You don’t think it’s a mistake, then?” You ask, cautiously, speaking into his ear so as to keep it between you.
“You’re in well-charted territory, my dear. Besides, why would I be worried when I can be happy that my friends are getting laid?” He looks at you quizzically.
“Okay, well nothing has actually happened,” you clarify, laughing.
“Yet,” he smiles slyly.
“Hey, get over here!” Mingi shouts over the noise, and when you look up he’s motioning the two of you over to the other end, where he’s managed to gather everyone for the round of shots you ordered. As you gather and raise your glasses, there may as well be only two of you there: Wooyoung’s eyes take you in, head to toe, from his position leaning against a table a few steps away. As his gaze meets yours, you lick your upper lip, holding his eyes until the last possible moment when you tilt your head back and take the shot. This time it hardly burns at all. You look back in his direction as you take the straw of your drink into your mouth, and as your eyes meet again, he bites his lip to restrain a grin. I don’t care. I don’t want to wait. You flick your head toward the back of the bar, motioning him to follow.
Stepping into the washroom, it’s surprisingly large - just one room, no stalls. You leave the door unlocked and quickly check yourself in the large mirror that occupies almost the entirety of one wall, the rest adorned with a large mural and crude graffiti from the people that party here. Looking at yourself, you search for any trace of being unsure hiding on your face, but find none - only confidence and excitement. You hear three small raps on the door before Wooyoung opens it, and you’re there in a flash, pulling him in before he can enter on his own. He pushes the door shut with his foot as your lips collide again, hard this time, the pent up frustration that had been building since you got here finally being granted its outlet. Reaching up under his loose shirt, you run your hands up his sides and to his back, pulling him tighter against you, as his hands find your ass, grabbing and grinding your pelvis into his.
“The door, lock the door,” you order as you come up for air. You separate long enough for him to do so, and you back up against the wall opposite the mirror. He turns back to you, eyes dark with excitement. You run your hands down your body to the button on your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping as you say, “You said you wanted a taste, right?”
“Fuck…” He steps back into you, kissing you hungrily before trailing his lips down your throat and chest, and finally collapsing to his knees, pulling your pants and underwear down in one fluid motion. You gasp at the cool air rushing to your skin and your core, as he looks up, chest heaving, heavy lidded, checking in again for your approval.
“Take what you want,” you breathe, smile playing at your lips, and he doesn’t hesitate to lift one thigh to rest on his shoulder, opening you to him as he dives in enthusiastically. Immediately a wanton moan leaves your lips, and you clap your hand over your mouth. He laps his tongue over you in broad strokes, teasing out every sensitive spot expertly, as you tangle your hands in his hair. You manage to open your eyes, and are blessed with an incredible view thanks to the mirror. You watch him bury his face in you, one hand holding your leg on his shoulder, the other sliding up under your shirt. Your hair is falling into your face, eyes full of lust, jaw lax as you moan with pleasure. Fuck, this is so hot. He changes his technique, making his tongue more pointed, more precise, and begins to flick at your clit. You feel your muscles tense and loosen as the room spins around you, threatening to make you lose your balance, but Wooyoung senses it and stabilizes you without ever stopping his tireless sucking and licking. Every nerve ending in your body feels electrified, and the tension begins to mount inside you.
“Please, please don’t stop,” you cry out, “don’t you dare fucking stop.” You swear you feel him chuckle against you, the brief change is sensation making you moan again. He takes his hand from your waist and begins to tease at your entrance with his fingers, letting your slick cover them before sliding one in, then two, wasting no time curling them inside you, pumping in and out, while his tongue continues its quick, heavy circles around your clit. You see stars; you don’t know where you are anymore, or even if you’re a person, and you don’t care. You come undone, tension snapping as you hit your peak, and he relentlessly continues, letting you ride the wave a few moments longer before pulling back, leaving you twitching and overstimulated. He stays kneeling in front of you, steadying your legs. Catching your breath you look down at him: face shining with your orgasm, drunk smile on his face. There’s no cockiness that often accompanies this moment, no pride in that he made you cum, just the dumb grin of a man who has gotten the opportunity to do something he loves. You smile back down at him, chest heaving.
“You’re good. Like, scary good.”
“If you ever want more, you know where to find me,” he chuckles.
“That’s a dangerous offer,” you smile and shake your head, “I might have to take you up on it.”
“I hope you do. You’re fun.” He helps you back into your jeans as he stands. “And delicious.” You pull him into a kiss again, tasting yourself on his plush lips. His tongue teases its way back into your mouth, and you shudder thinking of where it has already been. You can’t help but arch into him again, dropping your hand to the waist of his own pants, palming his bulge over the fabric. He groans into the kiss.
“Did you think I’d just leave you like this after what you just did to me?” you say, your lips barely parted from each other, and you take the opportunity to spin him so he is against the wall now, as you drop to your knees this time. You unbutton his pants and pull them down, cock springing free in front of you. You feel him looking at you, and you turn away to look at him in the mirror. His eyes follow as your head turns. “It’s a good view, right?” you grin devilishly as you make eye contact in the reflection, before turning back and taking him in your mouth, relaxing your jaw to take his full length right away.
“Oh my- oh fuck,” he stutters and stammers in surprise. You pull off almost all the way, sucking his tip and flicking your tongue against his frenulum, eliciting the most tantalizing moans from him, before bobbing down on him again. You continue like this, building him up, until he can’t handle your teasing pace anymore, and he takes your head in his hands and begins to thrust into you. You gag every time he hits the back of your throat, and saliva is spilling out onto your chin, but you can’t help but move to meet him, taking him harder and deeper as he moans your name, until he empties himself into your mouth. You stick your tongue out, covered in cum, to show him before you swallow. He cups your jaw, guiding you to stand. “So much fun,” he whispers through heavy breaths, kissing you again.
You spend a few minutes cleaning up, wiping your faces, checking your clothes aren’t in a complete disarray. You couldn’t do much about the smell of sweat and sex that would no doubt follow you for the rest of the night, but hey, maybe everyone else was drunk enough it wouldn’t matter.
“I’ll go out first,” Wooyoung offers, placing his hands on your waist and leaning around to plant a last lusty open-mouthed kiss on your neck, as you try to get your hair a little more casually messy and a little less ‘I just got my face fucked’.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” you chuckle, and you take one last look at each other through the reflection as he steps out. Okay, get out there and act normal. Or at least get another drink so it seems normal. Inhaling and exhaling a centering breath, you nod at yourself in the mirror and head back out.