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Okay, but Imagine San is complaining to you, almost in a begging tone, to play with your breasts. It's like he has no other thoughts but titties. Like he needed them in order to breathe.

You are sitting in bed, readying to go to sleep for the night, but very whiny San has his head in your lap groaning and huffing. His hands are clawing at the sheets, kneading them like a cat. He would be whispering things like 'please baby, just for a few minutes' or 'come on let me feel my precious babies'. God, he is obsessed with your boobs. You are a walking stress toy to him, and he needed to use you to his advantage. So when you finally agree, it's like heaven's gates had opened.

His hands grab the hem on your shirt, tugging the fabric off quickly—cause it would just be in the way if it stayed on—. His hands fit so nicely on your chest. He can see some of your soft plump fat fit between his fingers as he squeezes. Your nipples are pressed against his palm, poking him. He pinches, jiggles, and tugs on your flesh. He seems to groan and whimper more than you as if he is enjoying it more than you. Well, that may be more true than one thinks. He starts to get rougher, pinching your nipples, pulling them tightly making you gasp out. He whimpers in response.

"S-San..." You feel the pleasure snap up your spine like an electric wire hitting water. He switched breasts, suckling on the right one, leaving the left dark red and bruised. He felt like he was going crazy as if he was going to explode from just feeling his lips around your plump boobs before pulling away with an audible pop.

"let me suck them." He said it so desperately, humping the bed like a dog in heat. He feels so overstimulated as you are, if not more. You needed to feel him every, not just on your breasts but inside you. He spread your legs wider so he could fit in between them, coming face to face with your plump tits. You let him have it, grasping his hair, tugging him closer. His lips latch on your left nipple, sucking harshly, making you let out a sharp, high-pitched moan. He moaned against your skin, swirling his tongue around your nub while he flicked your other nipple with his finger. He moaned against your skin, swirling his tongue around your nub while he flicked your other nipple with his finger.

You whimpered at the painful pleasure, bucking your hips against his stomach. He felt himself coming just from his mouth being on you as he keeps rutting down. The feel of his length pressed between his legs and the mattress is too much and yet not enough. With you, the intensity of his orgasms doesn't decrease. His white seed bursts from the head of his swollen cock each time, making his thighs and belly sticky and soaked.

"I'm sorry baby. I said five minutes but I can't need one more. Please, okay. Let me have one more minute. Can't help myself, baby, you feel so soft on my tongue, I just wanna―" He's sealed his lips around your nipples again, moaning loudly with you as he clamps down on your tit. "You got me horny and humping the bed like a bitch, fuck please baby. The things I want to do to you..."

"Fuck San!" You rasp out and he lets out a whine, pulling away and sitting back on his heels, giving you the perfect view of the mess he's made, your eyes growing wide when you see him reaching down to stroke his still hard cock. His thighs and balls glisten with his arousal as he squeezes his shaft letting some more of his cum spill down.

"I fucking love you." He panted.

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Over and over again. Game after game. Whether it was video games, board games, physical or mental games, and tricks. Yeosang and You were both determined to beat one another.

It started out light-hearted when you were kids. Just innocent banter and competition. But as you got older, it became more heated. Fights broke out and more than one occasion. Mostly verbal fights, but when you too started wrestling for a victor, your other friends would have to pull you off each other and put you in time out as if you were still kids. Neither of you was violent by any means, but the tension between you two was high. You became rivals more than friends. Enemies even. You didn't hate each other, though. In fact, you could stay away from one another to the point when you both graduated college, you moved in together.

Some may say it was a bad idea, but your friendship became ultimately stronger because of it. Your fighting lessened. Your bickering had almost stopped. Leaving nothing but friendly competition. But something out sparked, something that had always been there, but it has only surface now. Sexual tension. The way you would catch yourself staring too long at Yeosang's arm as he works out. Or the way he would shamelessly watch you in only your oversized shirt―his old shirt―and panties in the early morning trying to reach for a cereal bowl that is on the top shelf. He always got a perfect view of your ass and the way it jiggled when you jumped. You both were quickly becoming more and more frustrated with one another in that aspect, and it made it exceptionally harder when you both were playing video games.

This was one of these nights.

You were sitting so deliciously in your loose sleep shirt and your way to short PJ bottoms. Yeosang could tell you weren't wearing a bra from the way your tits would bounce when you moved in the attention of the game you were playing. Tonight was Mario night, so of course, Mario Kart was one of the games you both were playing. After you finished setting his up, you peered over to Yeosang, letting him know it was ready. And even though he was indeed excited to play the game―more so beat your ass in it―he couldn't help but feel saddened at the fact he could no longer keep looking at you.

"You ready for me to beat your ass?" You drew him out of his thoughts with a smug remark and smirk panting for pretty features. God, how he wishes to wipe that grin off your face with his own mouth.

"You mean are you ready for me to beat your ass." his words were indented for the game, but he also thought of the idea of spanking your ass raw until you were screaming over his lap. He had to place a pillow on his lap for the rest of the night as his mind kept wandering to the dirty side every time you jumped wiggled or sighed next to him. His patients were wearing thin, but little did he know, you knew exactly what you were doing.

Purposely, walking around the house bottomless, bra-less, or just with minimal clothing in general. You could feel his stare on your body and the way his eyes hooded when his gazes racked over your legs. And what made you start this secret game was when you overheard him over the phone to one of your friends mentioning he has a huge crush on you and that he doesn't know if he should confess or not. So here you sit, playing dirty, like you've always done with him. But this time, it was for more than a cheap victor in a game. No, you wanted him to give up and confess his love.

"Come on, slow poke!!" He cheered, finally getting past you on the road, whacking you with a bomb before flying off in front. You grumbled out, trying your best to catch him. One more lap left, if he wins I swear to fuck. You thought, suddenly getting an idea. You were both near the finish line, just one more bend left. Which was a bend in the road that took a lot of concentration and if you don't drift at the right time you'll crash into the sidebars. So as you both started to turn you spoke.

"Hey, Sangie we should fuck afterwards."

Oh, the poor boy's brain just short-circuited. Did you really just say what he thought? Taking his eyes off the game, he looked at you for a second, noticing your expression was still the same. Your game face, as he called it. Tongue poking out with frowned brows. With his attention being shifted, you managed to hit him with a banana peel before just by only a mere couple of inches, beat him over the finish line.

"YES!!!"

His gaze snapped to the screen, seeing he had lost. Did you trick him? He couldn't believe you tricked him with the promise of sex. He huffed, throwing his pillow on his lap towards the tv, but alas, it landed lazily just in front of the coffee table, not making an impact with anything. "You're not playing fair. I would have won if it was for—"

He cut himself off quickly. Maybe he heard you wrong. No, he definitely had to have heard you wrong. You were his best friend, his second half, and his partner in crime. You wouldn't say something like that, right?

"For what, Sangie?" You tilted your head, looking over at him with a small smile. "for saying we should fuck?"

"Oh god." Yep, he definitely heard correctly. "You can't say things like that doll." he leant back, letting his head rest on the top of the couch, his arm draping over his eyes, thinking he might wake up at any moment, and this was just his brain trying to torture him

"Why not?" You placed your controller on the table before crawling over his lap, letting your thighs sit on either side of him. He could feel the heat of your core against him, making him rumble a sound deep in his chest. "Don't you want to fuck me?"

"I...." He couldn't answer. It was like everyone in his brain had gone home for the evening, leaving Yeosang to for defend himself. There was a silence for a moment before you let out a chuckle, and not just a little chuckle no, no. This was a hardy chuckle, one that could bring you to tears if you kept going. You place your hand on his shoulder, letting him soften his stiff body and let out a slow breath he had no idea he had been holding.

"It's okay, Sangie. We don't have to. I was just teasing you." You knew he liked you, and you liked him. But you didn't want to break the poor boy's mind. "Let's play another round, and if you win, we can do whatever you want next. And if I win, I get to pick. Okay?"

He could only nod before finally snapping out of his daze. He grabs his controller in a manner of determination. Your smile never faltered as you gabbed your own controller. He now needed to win and was going to do anything in order to get his way. And little does he know, you were -for one- going to help him. Cause even though you are competitive and wish to win, nothing would be more pleasing than seeing what Yeosang would do once he won.

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Being on the sea was freeing, like time stops when you take your first inhale of the salty air. The damp wood under your palms and the light chirps of seagulls. The leather clutches your figure and the faint smell of liquor on your breath. People told you, yelled that wouldn't survive on the open water.―it's no life for a person like you―they would repeat that to you over and over. You never like your family anyway.

"Hey Peach! We are docking soon. Tell cap we hit ground in five." One of your crew mates, Yunho, called out, making you shake away your blurred and rambled thoughts. You nodded to the taller male, skipping over to the heavy oak door, before banging on it, hard.

"Cap'n we are about to hit ground." You hear a loud grunt from beyond the door, you roll your eyes before walking away to look out to the island ahead. Your heart skips a beat thinking, remembering the touch from a special secret someone. The night you met him felt like magic, like a dream you never wanted to wake from. But sadly when sun rose and your crew members' voices echoed through the dim cave system. You knew the myth, the man that stole your heart, was gone.

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"Yeah I hear ya, I do but at the same time I don't care." You shrugged your shoulders jumping from the deck onto one of the small boats that are hooked on the side of the ship before you hopped over the side, onto the soft sand below. Wooyoung's shocked expression made you laugh waving him goodbye before you heard him screaming on the top of his lungs;

"You are going to get in trouble. Cap doesn't like us running off without his knowin'." He slammed his fist on the dark railing shaking his head as he watched your figure slowly disappear from his view. You were going to be the death of him, literally.

Entering a sizeable open-face cave you stare in awe house the setting sun hits the wet structure's walls so beautifully, watching the light reflect and dance on the calm water pools. You hoped, prayed you might see your lover, curious if he got word from the birds that you were travelling over his home. And as you crossed passed a large rock formation and spotted a lilac blue tail with a white blend. his hair was as white as sea foam and his skin was pale, soft, and porcelain. He was the definition of perfection.

"Hwa!!" You called getting the merman's attention. He gazed in your direction and his smile grew wide. You could see him whispering before a soft glow danced around his body, transforming his tail into two long, elegant legs.

"Hello, my love." He spoke softly, taking a wobbly step so he could take up next to you. Even though he was not born with a tail, his legs are surprisingly long, meaning he towers over you, making you feel so small, but in the best way.

"I missed you." Your eyes never left his, almost ignoring the fact that the man before you was naked. His hand cupped your cheek, wiping his thumb against your skin. His heart was racing, wanting nothing more than to ravish you with desire. You were a perfect little plaything in his eyes, a toy for his own pleasure, and your obedience was also a plus. In a way, he was deeply infatuated with you.

"I missed you too Peaches." His words made butterflies dance in your tummy. You had spent hours, days with this man and he still made you feel like it was the first time being with him. You couldn't explain the pure dizziness and happiness you felt when he was around. But it's always as if you were floating on a cloud and Seonghwa's voice lifted you higher and higher. "Let me show you how much I missed you..."

His breath tickled your ear, feeling his wet tongue lick the shell of your ear before he bit down lightly. Your hands fly to his shoulders, nails digging into his damp skin. His lisp travelled from your ear to your jaw, neck, and collarbone, leaving bite marks―not hickeys―but actual bite marks from his sharp teeth. He needed to taste you, taste the pleasure and excitement spilling out of you.

"Remember what I taught you last time Peach?" His voice became deep, hypnotizing. You nodded with a whimper, silently begging he would continue what he started. His eyes faded into a darker colouring, looking at you with complete lust and curiosity. "Say it..."

"Please take me, Mommy."

Seonghwa's eyes rolled back slightly, while he took a breath in. His hand, still against your cheek, moved down to your hip where the other sat. Pulling your body closer so you could feel his erection against your tummy. "God, you are so good... Such a great listener for Mommy."

You were under his complete control, wanting to do whatever he pleased and he was living for it. His lips formed a smirk, staring down with sadistic, yet soft eyes. Hands clawed at your clothing, his long nails dug and ripped the fabric, letting the tattered pieces fall onto the sand that tangled between your feet. You watched him closely, as his snaked pupils dilated, tongue darting out of his mouth breathy almost looking at you like his prey.

"Pretty pirate getting soaked right in front of me." His hushful voice danced in your ears making you feel like you were floating. He wasted no more seconds, latching his lips against your jugular, sucking a harsh, bright, and dark mark. Lapping over the mark, his tongue racked down your bare body. His hands grope your breast, pulling your body closer. You whine, raising your hands to rake them through his damp hair. "My pretty pirate." He tugs you closer, making you almost step on your own feet.

"M-Mommy..." You begged for it, for his touch, his love. Fingers dancing over one another's bodies, feeling hot flesh under your tips. His sharp shark-like teeth graze over your skin, creating goosebumps in their path. He could smell your arousal mixing with the salty sea air. It's intoxicating.

"Don't worry. Let me take care of you." And with that he sealed his promise with a kiss, one filled with lust, hiding a small amount of passion underneath. Teeth clashed and moans were swallowed. A chuckle grew in his chest, slowly walking you towards him. Your eyes were closed, taking in his scent, the texture of his skin, the sound of his heartbeat. You were swimming. Swimming?

"H-Hwa?" You pulled away noticing your body from your waist was underwater. When did you walk into the water? Looking up at your lover you take in his gaze. It was cold, but your head felt like it was spinning, so the coldness didn't alert you. The softness of his hands, the faint smile. He was pulling you more profoundly, but you felt no fear. His faint praises guided you, feeling your body begin to relax.

"Pretty, pretty pirate. You did so well. My perfect little pirate." His words melted your heart, feeling the cold water surround you. His eyes weakened for a moment, feeling guilty. But as he watched you slowly submerge fully under the salt ocean, taking your last breath. He knew this was the only way. Cause, in the end, he was a siren and he can't go against his nature.

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Sneaking around became the easiest thing for you. Being quiet, a true assassin as Nat would say. It became your specialty out in the field for missions, taking another path from the rest, gliding along the floor without a sound before attacking the enemy from behind without them ever being able to catch a glance at you. This skill of yours became your trump card for sneaking out at night. Whether you were staying in your apartment in the Avengers compound or staying the week at the sanctum sanctorum with Wong and your overly protective brother, Stephen. No one ever noticed you were gone for hours in the night or missing at odd hours through the day. Who would though? Besides your brother. We were a SHIELD agent before an Avenger, and no one fully trusts SHIELD agents ever since Hydra tried to take over the world basically.

But I guess they had every right to hate SHIELD. You hated them too. You hated what they did to everyone. What they did to you. Jumping over a fence gate to start through a dimly lit alleyway. The same alley you take every night. You've taken this path so many times you think you could do it with your eyes closed. Down the alley, across the fourth street, take the fire escape up to the eighth floor through the window of apartment 802 and then;

"Angel..." His voice was deep, dark. Your body felt him before your eyes could gaze at him. His hands were on your waist, tugging at the hem of your jacket. You could smell the tattered leather and whiskey aroma seeping off him. His breath pooled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He was pure sin, a walking red flag. But god you loved everything about it.

"Hello, Soldat." Your words slipped off your tongue like beautiful vintage wine, seductive and tasteful. You missed this, miss him. You had been away on missions for the past month, spending nights craving to see your dark soldier. He finally turned you around, letting you see his eyes. His lustful eyes stared intensely into yours, reading your expression. A moment of silence pooled around both of you. The sound of the distant traffic, and people being rowdy on the night streets, all seemed to disappear. Fade out. Leaving only you and him.

"You took too long." His gravelled voice made you chuckle. He almost sounded sad that you had taken so long to get back to him and in truth he was worried he would miss you entirely. He was only in the city for another 2 weeks or so before Hydra shipped him back to one of the bases. He knew he wouldn't be able to fight them, as they had his code words to keep him in check. But when he met you a couple of months ago while he was on a stakeout, it changed him. You made him feel again.

Maybe being a villain wasn't something he was good at as he thought. Anyone of those Hydra agents would have killed you for getting too close but he willingly let you in without even knowing. And now here he is. Craving your touch when you're gone, missing your voice when he sleeps. His life has been nothing but hatred and darkness and now he has a light. His lips attached to yours, not letting you think of any excuse for you being away. The kiss was nothing but lustful and rough, his large body flush against yours, pushing you slowly until your back hit the wall with a thump. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer―if that was even possible―.

"Joong..." His name slipped off your tongue perfectly as he pulled away from your lips so he could latch them onto the hot flesh of your neck, He wasted no time to snake his hands under your shirt, gliding his hot flesh and cold metal fingers on your skin. The different temperature sends shivers down your spine. You drop your hands to grab the hem of your shirt so you could undress cause you know too well if he had to wait any longer he would just start ripping fabric and you don't want to walk home again without any panties like last time.

"Pretty...." He whispered, seeing your top half bare―having pulled your bra off along with your shirt―. His rough hands gripped your hips before chucking you over his shoulder, walking you to the bedroom into the very empty apartment. He chucked you onto the mattress that has only one lone sheet on it and a pillow. You hit the bed with a huff, sitting up on your elbows to watch your soldier unclip his tactical straps, letting his knife holsters fall to the ground. He didn't remove anything else just yet, I needed to taste you and his clothes were taking too long to remove.

"All mine." He smirked sadistically, feeling proud of himself to have such a gorgeous thing below him. He locked his lips with your nipple, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud, while his metal hand pinched the other.

"Hongjoong please..." Your begging while using his real name sparked something in him. Something almost human.... a low growl followed by his hands gripping your panties before ripping them off you. So much for not ruining any of your clothes. He dived into your core without another second, giving you a sharp shock to your system when his tongue met with your hot dripping core. You would have felt an unbelievable amount of embarrassment by the noises coming from your lips. Or the fact you have the winter soldier, the cruellest assassin is in between your legs. But you couldn't care less. The feeling of his tongue, his hands, his body, him, being against you. It was your own villainous heaven. And you wanted more, more, more.

"Joong I'm―" Before you could finish your sentence you felt the band in your stomach snap, cumming all over Hongjoong's face. He grunted slightly, moving back up your body quickly. He was brutal, biting, sucking, and licking your hot flesh, leaving bruises and hickeys in his wake for you to admire in the mornings to come.

"My pretty Hero, falling apart for her solider." You whine, his words melt your core but you also felt cringe slightly at the pet name. He knew you hated that nickname, but he used it anyways. To tease you for being 'such a good girl' in his words. Hero? Would a hero be fucking the enemy right now? Would the hero be in love with the villain? What kind of enemies-to-lover crap concept is that? You weren't a hero. You were more, morally grey than anything. You would never agree with what Hydra does, but then again, Hongjoong didn't agree with them either, but it was all he knew, or all he remembered.

But some of the things these so-called heroes do are just as bad. It was just because they are labelled as heroes that they get away with it. Your brother and the Avengers were heroes. Not you. You didn't care for the world. The world never cared for you so why should to try and save something that never loved you in the first place? All you wanted was your soldier, your fucked up, broken, villainous but caring soldier.

"Hongjoong." His eyes snapped up to yours the second he heard his name slip off your tongue. He felt the position of sucking on your thighs to bring his lips to yours, giving you a slow, drawn-out kiss. It was a soothing kiss, filled with passion, unlike the rougher ones he had given you earlier in the night. He wanted it to last, just for a moment, so he can feel what it was to feel normal. To feel the humanity you gave him. He finally pulled away to look you in the eyes so he could hear your question but his heart stopped when your words slipped from your lips.

"Let's run away..."

Run?

He never thought of that. Running away from Hydra. Even after all these years of captivity and when they slowly extended his leash ever so slightly until he was alone to finally have peace and quiet. He never once thought running was an option. That is until he met you. His hands snaked up from their tight grip on your hips to lay on either side of your face. His nose grazed your own, closing your eyes for a moment, you both basked in the comforting silence. You knew he wouldn't answer right away, heck you didn't even know the answer for your own emotions to the question. Are you really willing to run? Run from being an Avenger? Run from your brother. God, he would kill you if he found out....

"Okay..." He uttered, sounding ever so slightly afraid. A shake in his tone.

"Okay." You whispered for confirmation, letting your hand cup his cheek, making him nuzzle into it. His lips pressed against yours once again, feeling an alluring sense of happiness. He was the only thing you wanted, and you to him.

The sound of a zipper catches your attention but his tongue in your mouth successfully distracts you and it's only until you feel the heat from the tip of his cock meet your entrance, that you knew he was pushing slowly into you.

"Joong..." You gasped into the kiss, making him pull away so he could sit up, gripping your hips in order to thrust more harshly. He watched you slowly come undone, whining, gripping the sheets and rolling your eyes at the vigorous ecstasy you were feeling. He watched the way your tits bounced in time with his thrusts or the way a reddish blush takes over your face. You were so perfect to him. His little hero, his angel. The love of his life. The person he wants to be with forever.

"I love you..." His words came out in a grunt as he picked up the pace, gliding his metal hand down to circle your clit. You wiggled and panted under him, crying from the pleasure but also for the fact he said those three words. The words you craved to hear slipped from his mouth one day, and they finally did.

"I love you too. So, so much." Tears wet your cheeks, making him lean out to kiss the falling tears away. It was in too deep with you―metaphorically and literally―and he was going to do anything to have you, protect you. Even if that meant killing everyone in Hydra with his bare hands or hurting some heroes that might try and take you away from him. You are his and he wasn't going to let anyone have you ever again.

"Mine..."

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You waved off Seonghwa saying you'd be back shortly to watch the fireworks with the others for the New Year celebration. You just needed to grab a sweater first, having the night take a cold turn from the hot breezy day. Walking up the hill towards the cabin you saw from afar the boys all yelling and carrying on like idiots. You were going to be quick, Well that was what you thought until you spotted Jongho leaning against the door frame of the glass door with a smoke between his fingers.

"Forget something?" He cock his brow, flicking the finished cigarette away before blowing the smoke out of his lungs. His arms crossed as he watched you closely with a smile. He must have come up here to have a quick smoke break without anyone around since he knew how much people didn't like the smell. You on the other hand knew it was a bad habit, but you couldn't help but let your thought wonder at how hot he looks when he does it. You've been dancing around one another since the trip started two days ago. You haven't told anyone about your relationship with Jongho yet, fearing your brother would most likely try and kill Jongho if they found out. So a secret it is. But neither of you minded, much, finding some fun and thrill in the idea of sneaking around.

"Just a sweater. Why are you up here, Jongho?" Hearing you say his name has his cock standing at the attention. You had always called him by nicknames, it was just something you did for everyone you were friends with. But fuck, he loves hearing his name fall from your pretty lips.

"Nothing else?" His voice was low, in a gravelled growl. You had been teasing him all day and now that you two are finally alone, he was going to take every opportunity to get some action out of you. You shook your head sweetly in response, playing the innocent card wasn't a good idea. But you did it anyways.

"Oh yeah? And what's your plan now that you've teased me all day? Because the way I see it. I have every right to do whatever want to this sweet body of yours. I could spin you around bend you over and fuck your cute little cunt till you're crying. Right outside in front of our friends and your brother. Is that what you want baby?"

You open your mouth to answer but he's already got you spun around and bent slightly over the railing of the deck, pushing your shirt up slightly to get a view of your back arched, just for him. You inhale sharply, hands grabbing at the wood as your attention is suddenly drawn to the fireworks starting to go off from the dark lake. His fingers trail between your thighs beneath your shorts, letting out a soft curse when he finds your core all wet and soaking through your panties and clothes for him.

"You're really playing with fire here, Honey. You know that?" He whispers as his lips trail over your neck, his fingers slowly slide past your shorts and underwear to get to your folds. You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, eyes focused on where your brother and friends are. All the way down at the docks. Surely too far away to make out exactly what's going on in the dimly lit cabin balcony. Jongho's fingers find your clit and your gasp, hips automatically pushing back into his hand and he chuckles softly at your desperate action.

"You're so easy. I can play you like a fucking fiddle. Do you have any idea how easy it is for me to make you cum. For me to have you begging and crying for me to have my way." His fingers sink inside you, quickly moving to a steady pace. You hum softly rocking your hips in time with his fingers feeling your gut grow hot.

"Maybe you should remind me." You whisper wanting nothing more than to cum after how wound up you've been all day. He laughs as his fingers do not slow, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

"Maybe I should."

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It takes you a while to wake up and realize that your phone is ringing. You shuffle over the bed and look at the time. It bloody one in the morning. You flip your phone over and see it's your boyfriend calling. He's currently at a friend's place. Boys' night out and everything. You stare at the phone too long that the call rings out. It's not even two seconds later that the phone rings again in your face. You sigh and answer. It's a face time and you nearly scare yourself with the image of yourself. Wooyoung on the other hand is a mess as well. He looks high as a kite. And there's... clothes around him? What is he doing in his friend's closet?

"Oh, you finally picked up," He mumbled.

"What are you doing in the closet?" You ask still half asleep, trying your best to rub the sleep out of your eyes.

"I'm in here so no one hears me."

"Whatever for?"

"I'm horny."

You blink slowly somehow now fully awake. "You're high and horny aren't you," This is the second time he's done this. But the first time it wasn't at one in the morning. You let out a small huff as you roll over to your side. His breathing begins to pick up on the other side of the call and your eyes widen.

"You are not jerking off in there! Get out of the closet!" You snap in a hush, trying to sound assertive but let's  face it, you couldn't even hide your smile. God, he's an idiot. Wooyoung grumbles under his breath and the only thing you're able to make out is, 'Give me a second,' while static from him brushing the phone around makes it near impossible to hear anything else.

You watch your phone as he shuffles around, clothes hitting his face. He opens the closet door and the phone suddenly flips with the flash on. You're able to see all the other boys passed out asleep in a pile on the small bed with pizza boxes all over the floor. Wooyoung curses under his breath and turns the phone back on him. The angle is unflattering. You can see up his nose and his face looks like the sun. God, he's a mess but somehow you still love him. He finally makes it to the bathroom without waking anyone up and but doesn't turn the light on. Instead of sitting on the toilet or sitting on the floor, Wooyoung decides to sit inside the shower. It takes him two times to try and close to glass door before he sits on, what you guess, wet tiles.

"Will you join me," Wooyoung asks in a whisper his eyes only half opened.

"Woo, I am not in the mood right now. It's one a.m.," you say but quickly add, "But don't let me stop you from a good time." You hear him shuffle around and something hits the glass. Like clothes thwacking against a wall. All you can imagine is Wooyoung naked from the waist down and it makes you smile widely trying so hard to burst into a fit of laughter.

"How much did you smoke?" You ask.

"We didn't smoke tonight. We ate brownies and I had quite a lot," he admits.

"Oh, Woo. No wonder why you're desperate," you tell him truthfully. He only grins at you. But his face turns to pure bliss in an instant. He's touching himself and he's already lost himself. "I don't just wanna see your face, let me see you," you whisper.

His focus comes back onto you and then there's more shuffling around with the phone. He sets it up on the opposite side of the shower wall so he's in fall view now. There's enough light for you to see he's got his legs open and his cock is full in his hand. His shirt is rolled up and the hem is between his teeth. God is he a sight. You're fully awake now and you can feel yourself getting horny, clenching your thighs together as you are now laying on your arm.

"Alright, keep going Baby," you urge him on biting your lip slightly. He begins jerking himself off but it's not slow or anything for show. He's quick, desperate and he's chasing his own high at the moment. His pants become louder and you suddenly become self-aware that there's others in the room beside him.

"Softer, Wooyoung. You're not alone," you remind him in a sultry tone. His teeth let god off the shirt so it can now sit bunch up on his chest. He places a hand over his mouth to muffle his noises. He rubs himself slower as if your voice reminded him you were there. Now he's showing off and it's getting to you.

"Mind if I join you?" You ask.

"Go-" He whines. "Go right ahead...Please," he answers breathlessly.

You sit up slightly, placing pillows behind you so you can lean into them more easily. Your shuffling catches Wooyoung's attention making you stop for a moment out of curiosity. Keeping a tight grip on your phone, the other hand comes up to your mouth to suck on two of your fingers, coating them up before gliding them down to your core. You're already a little wet and you glide two in easily. Keeping an easy rhythm for yourself, Wooyoung begins to speed up again.

"Come for me baby," you whisper and it seems to push him over the edge. He comes in his hand, catching himself so it doesn't go on the tiles. He pants loudly and looks back at the phone.

"Holy shit," he breathes out. He slowly collects himself, grabbing his phone with his clean hand and he just stares at you. Even though with all this excitement, you lazily keep your rhythm. You started to become overwhelmed, feeling your high coming closer and closer. You are so close, so desperate to release and just as you are about to come a sudden sound of a door opening makes you stop in your tracks. Wooyoung stays still also as someone walks in. You bring your fingers out, feeling your mood ruined. Then there's the sound of someone pissing in the toilet. The piss goes on forever and Wooyoung looks terrified. If this person sees him, there's no talking his way out of this one. But somehow, luck is on his side or his friend is just too high because they walk right back out after completing their business.

"That was a close one," you chuckle lightly.

"I'm never doing this again." Wooyoung was definitely lying in this sentence.

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