a short drabble prequel to hot and bothered... (18+ // woozi!friends with benefits au)
what happened that night after their first kiss?
- warnings: mdni! masturbation, needy!jihoon cos... well, why not
- listen to this if you need some accompaniment of some sorts
That night, Jihoon was losing his mind. His best friend kissed him. And it wasn't just any kiss. It was deep, sensual, and spine-tingling, and the sensation of your warm mouth conquering him lingered in his mind for quite a while. The closeness of your bodies had his mind emptying no other thoughts but you. How he has always loved seeing your smile and hearing you laugh, how he has always admired your strength and positivity that resonates from deep within, how he has always noticed the spark in your eyes or the smell of your perfume that makes him feel unexplainably comfortable knowing you're just around the corner.
He has always liked being with you, but he never had you that close to his skin. Your arms wrapped around his neck, while his snaked around your waist and nape to support the angle of your head as he deepens the kiss, wrestling with your tongue as the studio has gotten a little too cozy.
You had him thinking about the kiss the entire night, wondering did it ever affect you in anyway? Seeing you bid farewell like the usual when the kiss halted, he thought did it actually ever happen?
The kiss had him in a nightmare: he was thinking about you in lustful manner. He has dirty, dirty thoughts about his best friend. Again.
Your heaving chest wasn't helping, grazing at his thin shirt as the kiss goes on. It was so soft and plump against his chest, he was almost pressing on it when your bodies closed the distance between you. He thought so this is how it feels. The last time he only had wild thoughts from it when you wore something a little too revealing at his friend's party.
He did not notice his eyebrows furrowing tight as he sat back his swivel chair until he breathes deep. "Fuck..." that was hot, he continues in his mind. Biting his lips as he opened his eyes, your image was the only thing crossing his mind. "Fuck," he cursed once more now shaking his head with a mocking smirk. "You're not doing it again." he tells himself as he palms his now aching erection.
"No..." he whimpered as he rests his head on the back rest. He could have sworn you must have felt his growing bulge being that close. But he has other things to worry about now.
He scrambles to find the key to a drawer only he knows exists, turning back to check if you locked the door when you left—which you did, and a sigh of relief helps him calm down as things on his desk kept on messing up when his hands jitter over them. The key was like shining gold when he finally takes it out from its hidden spot behind the monitor. Soon, he was taking out his lube from the locked drawer and quickly puts it on his hands.
"I'm sorry..." he mumbles as if you can actually hear him. He can't help it, the kiss made him feel things about you and he could only submit to his desires at the moment. He does not blame you though, you were just trying to help and you were thankful it was indeed effective. Work has definitely not stressing him out now, although something else do.
He frees his hard dick with a groan, all red as if missing the warmth he never had with you. Another moan escapes his throat when his hand filled with lube finally makes its contact with his erection. It had grown thick and long, with bit of precum leaking from the tip to his shaft, the liquid slightly adding a sensation he never knew he needed.
Jihoon has now succumbed to his imaginations and let it control him, hissing as he pump himself thinking it was you giving him pleasure right inside his studio where anyone who knows the passcode can barge in unless the second lock is not secured. He once again double-checks the door in anxiety, yes, the second lock was indeed secured.
He cuts loose by then, groaning as loud as his needy cock gets attention he has been craving for since you kissed him. It was supposed to be a wholesome kiss, nothing else. But things got out of hand and you two were fighting for air, kissing passionately like a couple who has not seen each other for a while. There was a mutual desire, he felt it. And now he needs more of it.
Your name slips of his tongue rather softly. "You take me so good." his breath hitches when a long, needy moan escapes his lungs. "Oh fuck, please..."
He was a moaning mess, thinking about your hot mouth devouring his stick. His chair then squeaks when he starts to thrust his hip into his handy hole, his other hand goes to reach the top most edge of his seat just to have something to cling onto.
"I need you, fuck..." he cries, whimpers fill the room as he increases his speed and applies more pressure to it as he pumps in and out.
His face contorts even more, leaving his mouth hanging wide open as he races to his nearing release.
"I'm close, I'm close, I'm close..." he repeats himself choking in between his words, eyes shut tight, and teeth gritting. And with a long broken whimper, he releases strings of cum, mind suddenly becomes attentive to remind himself not to soil his equipment.
"Uhh...." he groans deeply and hisses, as he dries himself out, reaching for a tissue to clean himself up quick.
His pleasure this time was impeccable, one for the books like what they say, and if he cluld he would write it down just to memorialize that moment. He never had a release this good. Was it because of the kiss? Was it because of you?
Was it because he was kissing you, eventually imagining you sucking him dry and milking him out of cum?
He shakes his head. He might get hard again just by thinking of you.
"Tsk.." clicking his tongue, he scoffs as a funny thought crosses his mind. "Stress cleared, yeah? Now I've got more things to free my mind off."
please save me.... take him out off my head im serious he is invading my once peaceful mind
this is gonna be the last for this series! i just got carried away haha x
