#day6 comedy

It had been over two weeks since the two of you did anything intimate and you were feeling particularly horny that day. You knew Wonpil was about to burst from all your teasing, and he probably wanted to just fuck you, but he had to focus on writing songs for the new album since he had a 12am deadline; At least that was what he told you when you tried to ask him for sex the first time that day.

The last straw happened when Wonpil complained he was tired and you told him to take a break, bringing him out of his room into the living room.

You sat yourself down on his lap, purposely shifting around a bit and rubbing against his crotch, before you settled down. You could feel Wonpil’s erection poking you and you smirked in victory. You flicked on the movie you prepared as you leaned your head against his chest.

Slowly you start to pepper kisses all over Wonpil’s neck, stopping to nibble on his sweet spot before you dragged your tongue over it. Wonpil’s breathing increased as you started to suck harshly on his neck, moving from his jaw to his collarbones.

You move so you’re straddling him, your hands resting on his shoulder for support.

“Y/N shit.” He moaned as your panty clad core rubbed against his erection.

Wonpil bucked his hips to get more friction and you were feeling extremely victorious. You took a look at the time to see that it was already 10.30pm and Wonpil still wasn’t done with his song. So you did what a great girlfriend would do. You stopped rubbing against him and you hopped off him, pulling him up from the couch and pushing him into the room.

“Have fun writing baby, fighting! Good night!” You told him blowing him a kiss, giggling as you shut the door.

You heard a frustrated groan come from the room and you knew Wonpil was going to kill you once he was done. You tip-toed away to your room, heading to sleep.

The following day, you headed over to the practice room, bringing the boys food. You didn’t get the chance to see Wonpil in the morning since he had left early for the practice room.

“Wow Y/N, back for more?” Jae asks, looking up from his phone as you entered the studio.

“What?” You shot back, feigning innocence.

“You know what I mean.” Jae replies, a smirk on his face.

“Y/N we all saw it.” Dowoon tells you, shivering dramatically.

“God it’s not that bad right?” You asked, putting the food down.

“It is.” Jae and Dowoon answered in union.

You leave the room to find Wonpil and you finally located him in the washroom. He was standing by the mirror, a makeup sponge in hand.

“Oh hey.” He greeted casually as he covered up the dark marks on his neck and collarbones. You were rather shocked at the amount of hickies he had on him, and how much you had marked him the night before.

“Oh my god. Did I do that?” You asked, running to take a closer look at the spots covering his neck.

“Yes you little minx. You also left me with a hard-on so I couldn’t concentrate.” He answers, pouting slightly as he covered up the hickies with makeup.

“But you felt more awake right? And you also submitted your song on time?” You questioned, a smirk on your face.

“Yes and yes, but I had to take care of it myself and that wasn’t as good as you doing it for me.” He replies, glancing at you from the mirror.

You shrugged and helped him cover up your work of art before the two of you walked out of the washroom.

“Ooh! Wonpil got some huh?” Brian asked as he saw the both of you walk out together.

Wonpil sadly shook his head, making you laugh at his sad expression.

“Oh god Y/N, don’t leave him hanging. We need him alive and well for tonight’s show.” Brian jokes.

Brian walks back to the practice room while Wonpil and you take your time, walking hand in hand.

“By the way, Sungjin wanted me to tell you to not give me any more visible hickies, if not he said would murder you.” Wonpil informs you, chuckling.

“But you like it. Plus, would you let him kill me?” You asked, jokingly.