A86— “The more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave.”
Warnings: Humour, suggestive, ass grabbing.
W/C: 941.
“Kibum, come on, let’s just go in,” You say, holding onto his hand and trying to pull him up the stairs towards the venue, you and his friends had all pitched in to get the place and organised a birthday party for him, but he was currently having none of it. “Come on, it could be something interning.”
“And what if it’s not?” He asks. “What if we crash someone else’s party?” You were feeling frustrated with him, but you had to get him inside without giving anything away. “What if it’s fans?”
“You won’t know if you don’t come along,” You say, hoping that the tactic would work. “And if it is, we can always have an adventure through the city then, what do you say?” You watch as he places his other hand on his hip to look at you. “Kibum, come on.”
“Okay, okay, no need to get snappy with me,” He says, you could hear the sass in his tone, and you wanted to roll your eyes, but you resist the urge. “Let’s go see what’s happening then,” You smile in victory before guiding him up the stairs and into the doors, it was quiet, but the lights were all on and everything was set up, the bartender was the only person you could see moving. “Well… it’s a dead party.”
“SURPRISE!” Everyone yells as they jump out from their spot, you look at Kibum and see the shock on his face, and an emotion you couldn’t quite place your finger on ringing in his eyes.
“I, oh, whoa, you…” He stutters out, unable to find the right words. “For me?” His hand releases yours to bring both his hands to his chest, a smile begins forming on his lips. “Wait, is this why you’ve been nagging me to get in here?” You nod your head.
“I knew that’s why we waited so long,” Minho says. “I can’t believe you were being stubborn,” He walks towards you both and places his hand on Kibum’s shoulder. “We waited almost an hour for you, we were starting to think you weren’t coming.”
“No, he was being stubborn outside,” You mutter. “But the birthday boy has made it to his party,” You smile up at Kibum, music suddenly starts playing and Kibum was lead into the awaiting crowd while you made your way to a seat to rest your aching feet and legs after struggling to get him inside for almost forty minutes, you smile at some of his friends and greet them, striking up a conversation with some of them as you rest, hours pass, and you had moved away from the table, and you were now standing at the bar drinking a glass of water, it was nearing one in the night and the party hadn’t shown any signs of slowing down, you had only caught glimpses of Kibum through the night, making you happy that he was enjoying himself.
“If I had known you were trying to get me to come to my own party, I wouldn’t have put up such a fight,” Kibum says as he leans over the bar next to you, you chuckle and put the glass down. “I’d have made it easy for you.”
“Oh, would you have?” You ask, a teasing smile on your lips. “But would it have been such a big surprise if I did tell you it was for you?” He looks at you for a moment, his eyes slowly lowering over your form.
“Touché,” He mutters, his eyes continuing to drop down your form. “I was thinking we’d be home early,” You hum and look around the venue. “But right now… the more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave,” You snap your head back to him. “As beautiful as you look tonight,” You feel his hand on your waist and feel him slide it lower, over your thighs and to the inside of your thighs. “I think your clothes would look better on our bedroom floor,” You take his hand and pull it away right before his fingers could slide any higher.
“You want to abandon your party to go home?” You ask, your eyes fluttering slightly, you feel his other hand on your waist before he pulls you closer, his hand slides to your back and slowly over your asscheek before squeezing it.
“I do… so badly right now,” He mutters, his breath hitting your face as he spoke, he leans closer, moving his face to the side of your head. “I want to devour you to end off the celebration of my birth,” You swallow, feeling heat rising up your neck and towards your cheeks. “And I’ve now spoken to everyone here tonight, and now I feel like I need to avert my attention back to you.”
“Kibum…” You whisper, you could feel your insides shifting at his tone of words, his hand almost grips your ass harder, his fingers slipping towards your covered folds, and you feel them graze against them, your eyes fall shut in an instant at the feeling.
“Come on…” He mutters, his lips now brushing against the shell of your ear. “Let’s go home,” You bite the insides of your cheeks, swallowing, your breathing picks up. “Let me thank you for not giving up to get me inside,” It only took a nod from you for him to pull you towards the exit, without giving you a chance to say goodbye to anyone, not that he had said his goodbye either, he was too hastily to get back home to pause and say his farewell.
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summary: the two of you find yourself in stitches as once again you break into laughter with kibum by your side
Your hand clutched at your side as you found yourself rolling off of the sofa and onto the floor, hearing the sound of Kibum slapping his hand against the top of his leg as he too tried to control himself.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” he roared after finding a moment in between breaths to yell, “I have never heard you make that noise before.”
“It’s your fault,” you cried out from the cold floor, “you made me laugh.”
You had never made a noise like it, you couldn’t describe it however much you wanted to as you found yourself snorting in laughter. Kibum had managed to find the perfect way to tickle your funny bones and leave you in hysterics.
He was relatively composed until your snort came, enough to tip him over the edge. He loved your laugh at the best of times, but hearing it as you seemed to lose control was like music to his ears.
“I so wish that I’d recorded that,” Kibum added as he rolled onto his side to look over the sofa and to where you were on the floor. “Why are you down there?”
“I fell,” you pouted as you began to calm yourself down.
Kibum stretched his arm out for you to take his hand, helping to pull you up as you straightened your shirt back out with your other hand. You thought you were calm, until you met Kibum’s eyes and the smile he was trying to control.
It didn’t take long for him to start laughing again though as he looked at you, accidentally letting go of your hand and sending you falling back against the floor, hitting the back of your head on the wooden floorboards.
“Ouch!” You yelled out, bringing your hand to the back of your head.
“S-sorry,” Kibum chuckled as he glanced down at your again, offering his hand out too, “I promise I won’t drop you this time, just don’t look into my eyes.”
With a sigh you took his hand and allowed him to pull you up, feeling his hand press against the back of your head to make sure that it was alright too. Your frame leant against the sofa as soon as you were up, slowly pulling yourself up onto it.
“I’ve not laughed like that in a long time,” Kibum admitted as he calmed himself down once again, “I hate how much you make me laugh sometimes.”
“I can’t help being funny,” you joked as you flopped down on the sofa and sunk back into the cushions, “my sides are hurting so much right now.”
“I think I can feel the laughter lines forming on my face,” Kibum dramatically replied, placing his hands underneath his eyes, “my face will wrinkle early if you keep making me laugh like this.”
“How’s that my fault?” You chuckled innocently back to him.
“Never make a noise like that again,” he warned you, “I really do think I’ll lose control if I ever hear you snort like that again.”
“That’s your fault for making me laugh,” you challenged, “it’s your fault for being so funny that I snorted.”
you dusted off the dirt from your palms, shivering from the cold autumn air. letting out a sigh, you bit your lip and prayed to any deity still willing to listen that this would work.
this was your last chance. after being cast out by your village and on the run for witchcraft, you had no choice but to turn to the darker arts.
pulling your shawl closer around your shoulders, you knelt down by the sticks placed in the middle of the dirt cross roads.
taking a deep breath, you began.
“oh spirits that reside under the earth, i call upon you. i stand at this crossroads, my hopes down one path and my fears down another. i call upon you, take me. guide me. come to me.”
raising your head, you looked around in circle. no sign of anyone in sight.
perhaps you had done the spell wrong, or perhaps they were uninterested in your offerings.
your gaze fell to your feet, a feeling of deep sorrow and hopelessness crawling up your spine.
the feeling spread from the middle of your back all over your body, until you were sniffling into your shawl.
“oh you poor thing.” you brushed off the voice as that of your own negative thoughts. the sarcastic and teasing tone only hurt worse.
“so lonely. no one to hear you scream.” the sorrowful feeling creeped up your back until it rested on your shoulder, like a hand.
it was at this point that you felt a deeper sinking feeling in your gut. a million thoughts ran through your mind. should you look over your shoulder? are you being paranoid? are you in danger?
the sound of a deep chuckle purred from behind you. this time, you could tell the sound didn’t come from inside your head.
“you asked me to come to you, little one. now, here i am.” he purred, hands sliding down your shoulders to take your hands.
You heaved as you dragged your luggage into the hotel room. Kibum walked in after you, chuckling and shutting the door. “You know, I could have helped you carry your luggage in.”
“Yes, you’ve already told me that, but I am fully capable of carrying it.”
“Alright. Suit yourself. Let’s get settled in. Tomorrow we’re going to Saint Mark’s Basilica.” He grabbed his suitcases and dragged them to the other half of the room, where you assumed he would stay while you stayed in the half you were already standing in.
Instead of unpacking, you opted for looking around the place. It was large and elegant. The bed that would be yours was giant and looked like it was as comfortable as a cloud. The colour scheme of the room was baby blue and white with accents of gold. The wardrobe and dresser were made of mahogany and were large enough to stuff ten people inside- not that doing so was on the to-do list.
You walked out to the balcony through the floor-to-ceiling glass paned doors and was in awe over the view. The architecture you could see was gorgeous and the colours of the sunset made everything look like a paradise.
You wanted to continue looking at it, but peeled yourself away to look at the bathroom. You wanted to take a shower, anyways. Not being able to shower for the whole flight had made you feel like a literal grease ball.
Even the bathroom was gorgeous and roomy. There was a clawfoot tub, standup shower, and protruding shell sink with a marble countertop. Everything contrasted beautifully with the cherrywood floors throughout the whole hotel room. A pure white, plush rug was covering majority of the floor and it was so unbelievably soft. Even the toilet (which had its own separate little room) looked like it belonged to royalty. You wondered what it would be like to sleep on the rug, but pushed the thought out of your mind because it was far too gross.
You exited the bathroom and grabbed some clothes out of your suitcase, along with toiletries. “I’m going to take a bath,” you announced and hurriedly walked back to the bathroom, far too excited for a bath.
“As in a bubble bath?,” he called back.
“Yes! This bathroom is far too luxurious to not take a bubble bath!”
“Then you better be quick, because I want to see that bathroom.”
“Uuuhhhh... I’ll be as quick as I can bring myself to be!” You slammed the door closed and locked it.
You walked out of the bathroom, now wearing a snuggly set of pajamas, and ran your fingers through your damp hair, happily sighing. “Even the towels are heavenly. I had some lavender scented candles lit. I’m completely relaxed.”
“Oh God, I imagine it’s going to be nearly impossible to get you out of this room now.”
“Shut up.” You looked up to see him unpacking your belongings and rolled your eyes. “You better not touch my ‘delicates’.”
“Don’t worry, I don’t want to touch things that have touched your lady parts.”
“And if it were Scarlett Johansson’s delicates?”
“Hmm... Then I might consider it. Maybe be eager.”
“You little-!” You grabbed a pillow and hit him.
He laughed, far too amused. “Don’t worry, I prefer you over her. Anyways, aren’t you going to blow dry your hair?”
“No, it usually makes me sweat.” You grabbed your bras and panties and set them in their own drawers.
“Then put the dryer on the cold setting.”
“It’s nearly impossible to get anything dry with cold air. I’m not sitting around for thirty minutes trying to dry my hair when it could air dry in that amount of time.”
“Okay, fine. Have it your way. I’m going to get some food from Dal Moro’s Fresh Pasta To Go and stop somewhere to get some champagne.”
“Alright. Make sure to get me something. Nothing as oily as your face looks, though.”
“Why do you have to roast me?”
You giggled. “Because it’s fun and you’re just so cute.”
Kibum poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to you. You gladly took it and asked, “What should we toast to?”
“Mm... To each other’s company and a blossoming relationship?”
You smiled and blushed. “Cheers,” you said and you clanked your glasses together.
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28: Late night video call
“Hello,” Kibum said in a tired voice, he smiled rubbing his eyes, you smiled laying on your side with your phone facing towards you.
“Did you eat,” you muttered, Kibum laughed nodding.
“It’d be bad if I hadn’t eaten by three AM,” he teased, you pouted, “thanks for asking, I should have a day off next week,” he let out a heavy sigh, “then I can see you again,” you nodded looking away from the phone screen.
“Too bad it’s only a day, I miss you so much,” you picked at the sheets on your bed nervously, Kibum hummed in agreement.
“Once I’m done filming you’ll have me to yourself for awhile, so just wait,” he muttered letting his eyes close, “I’m sorry I can’t talk long, I’m tired,” you nodded understanding, “goodnight,” he frowned.
“Goodnight,” you said softly, he ended the call afterward.
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summary: for your final birthday present, kibum is determined to give you something special, after a couple of years together, he’s ready to take the next step
“Do you want your final birthday present?” Kibum asked, taking the wrapping paper out of your hands, throwing to the side off of the sofa.
Your head nodded in reply as he reached behind him once again to pick up the last of the gifts that he had prepared you, it was much smaller than all of the others, with it being able to be placed in just one of your hands.
“I think you’ll like this one,” Kibum confidently spoke as you tore off the wrapping paper yet again, revealing a small brown box.
His shoulders shrugged as you shook the box to be able to pull the lid off, glancing down to notice a silver key inside. There was nothing on it, no note, no charm, and definitely no mention of who, or what, the key belonged to.
“What do you reckon it is?” Kibum asked with a laugh, earning himself a roll of the eyes from you.
“It’s a key,” you frowned, lifting it out of the box, twirling it around in your hold, “is this some sort of pun? Or a wind up?”
Kibum’s head shook as he stood up from the sofa, taking a hold of your hand and walking straight out of his apartment. You quickly panicked, realising that he didn’t have a key on him to let you back in as he closed the front door behind you both.
“Try the key,” Kibum whispered, stepping back so that you could place the key inside the lock on his front door.
Your head shook as your mind began to wonder, letting go of a sharp intake of breath when the key perfectly slotted inside of the door. Shaky hands turned it to the left, hearing the sound of the latch go, pushing the door open and gaining entry into Kibum’s apartment.
“It’s a key for your place?” You asked, glancing behind you as he followed you back inside.
“It’s a key for my place,” he clarified with a chuckle, “you’re almost here every day, I thought it was about time that you started treating this place like your home properly.”
Your head shook in disbelief as Kibum passed you by, leaning towards you to be able to press a kiss to the side of your head. You tried to find the words, but nothing came, taken aback by such a kind gesture.
“What do you think? Is it a good final present?”
Your head nodded in reply, smiling across to Kibum as he picked up the wrapping paper, scooping it up to place in the bin, keeping his apartment nice and tidy.
“Thank you,” you spoke, just about managing to find a couple of words. Your voice was quiet, almost shy, letting Kibum know exactly how touched you were being able to consider his apartment yours as well.
The two of you have the perfect mix of being close to one another and giving each other space when it comes to affection, trying your best never to be too much for each other, whilst also giving enough to the other too.
B ⇴ BOYS
Sharing such a similar sense of humour to Kibum, it didn’t take the boys long to start getting along with you, joking around with you like they did him. It almost felt as if you’d been alongside the group for years with how well you integrated in with them, sharing jokes and laughing just like you were a member of the group.
C ⇴ COMFORT
He worked incredibly hard to try and cheer you up whenever you needed comforting, Kibum would stop at nothing until he saw the smile on your face. Whilst he would be serious while you told him what the problem was, as soon as you fell silent, he would be by your sides with plenty of jokes to pick you up.
D ⇴ DOMESTICATED
One of the advantages of being with Kibum was how domesticated he was and how much he loved doing jobs around the house. The cleaning of your apartment was most definitely down to him for starters, he liked everything to have a place in your home. He also loved to cook, and although he loved doing his own thing, Kibum couldn’t deny that he loved any chance that the two of you got to cook together.
E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT
Being Kibum, he was never going to let his proposal be something boring. He went all out when it came to proposing to you, determined to blow you away with the things that he had planned for you, meticulously planning out every single detail so that it was perfect. The bigger the better was Kibum’s motto, from the location to the ring, he wanted it to be extra, and unlike any proposal you’d seen before.
F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING
Kibum’s favourite thing about you was how content he felt around you and how much fun he had when he was around you too. With the dogs as well, the four of you were a proper family, finding your feet and working around one another with a good routine. Your life together felt domestic, like a movie script, but that was perfect for Kibum, because he was comfortable whenever he was around you.
G ⇴ GOING OUT
The two of you weren’t ones to turn down an invite when it was sent your way, and with Kibum having so many contacts in the industry, you found yourselves usually at a minimum of two parties a week, meeting up with various friends or celebrating the end of yet another project for him or for the whole group.
H ⇴ HONEYMOON
You both knew that your honeymoon was a rare chance for you both to relax, a chance that neither of you were going to pass up. You wanted sun, and you wanted lots of cocktails, but aside from that you just wanted to be able to forget about home for a while and escape into a bubble of calm, without any stress.
I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”
Grand gestures were by far Kibum’s favourite way to show you that he loved you, he enjoyed keeping you on your toes and the challenge that came with making sure that each gesture was bigger than the last. When the door went, or Kibum returned home, you never quite knew what to expect from him.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
His face was by far the biggest giveaway whenever Kibum got jealous, the look of disapproval and disgust at the person who was getting too close to you always left you in fits of giggles. It’s an obvious look that everyone else around you can pick up on too, even the person that’s getting too close to you will know that they’re doing something straight away when they look across to where Kibum is.
K ⇴ KIDS
You both were more than happy being dog parents, but you definitely treated it as experience for when you had a baby too. Whilst neither of you were still in no rush after you got married, over time it was a conversation that the two of you found yourselves having more and more as you thought about the future.
L ⇴ LAZY DAYS
The two of you loved being at home whenever you had a lazy day, trying to spend the day doing as little as possible too. You both would crash out on the sofa for most of the day, catching up on new music that you’d missed or episodes of dramas that had broadcasted whilst you were busy. Comme des and Garçons however were the ones that felt the luckiest whenever you had a day off and spent it at home.
M ⇴ MORNINGS
Both of you were pretty hard work to wake up in the mornings, and so when you had to get up together, it was almost an impossible task. With Kibum especially having such early alarms some days, you found yourself having to push him out of the bed some mornings to make sure that he actually got up.
N ⇴ NIGHTS
A lot of the time you would walk Comme des and Garçons in the evenings, making sure that it was dark so that you couldn’t get recognised, and had a lot more space on your walks too with most people at home.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
Kibum was obsessed with your laughter, he loved to be the one to make you laugh anyway and brighten your day, but even if it wasn’t him making you chuckle, he liked knowing that you were happy and enjoying yourself.
P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS
Whenever he’s busy and in a bit of a rush, Kibum makes a special effort to appreciate all of the things that you do for him. You often make him lunch to take with him or help him to pick out an outfit to wear to film, although the tasks are small, they all add up and end up making Kibum’s life a lot easier too.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
You never really know what he’s doing one day to the next because he’s working on so many different things, and so quite often you find yourself having to ask Kibum what he’s doing everyday as it changes.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
Getting the photos from your wedding was a huge deal to Kibum, he spent a lot of money to get them printed off, hanging several of them up around your home too. He wanted as many reminders as possible at home to remind him that the two of you were married and let him see how good you looked together too.
S ⇴ SILENCE
Between Kibum and the dogs, you very rarely got any silence at your apartment, with noise coming from somewhere. If you got Kibum started, he could chatter for a very long time, and as soon as he got Comme des and Garçons excited, you knew that you might as well just give up on concentrating on anything.
T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS
Kibum’s best trick for making your marriage work was keeping things positive. He refused to let you feel down, he tried to make you smile and laugh as often as possible and ensure that you enjoyed yourself around him.
U ⇴ UPSET
He hated to see you upset, very little would break his heart more than the first moment that he caught you wiping your tears away.
V ⇴ VISITS
When you could, you loved to take Comme des and Garçons to visit him on set, mainly because you loved how jealous Kibum always got whenever the two of them took the attention of his colleagues away from him.
W ⇴ WISH LIST
There was nothing more that Kibum wanted to wish for, he was already more than happy with the things he had around him.
X ⇴ XXXX
It was difficult to ever really predict the affection that you’d receive from Kibum. Some kisses were loving, and strong, other kisses were playful and lingering, it all depended on what sort of mood he was in.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his number one, by far you were the biggest priority in his life.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
Managing to sleep next to each other was always a challenge for you both at night, most of the time you would find that your bed needed to be shared by four rather than two, with two little guests inviting themselves in.
A56— “Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again”
Warnings: Nudeness, smut, hickeys, breast play, fluff, fingering, clit stimulation, mention of being tied up, cum tasting, female receiving oral.
W/C: 2.1K
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
You wrap the towel around you after drying off most of the water from your shower and exit the bathroom, you see Key sitting on your shared bed, leaning against the headboard and legs outstretched with his ankles crossed as he waited for you, he lowers his phone before locking it and placing it onto the bedside table.
“Wow…” He mutters, you look at him as you move towards your dresser that contained your underwear. “An angel just appeared in front of me.” You couldn’t help but shake your head as you giggle, he climbs off the bed and strides towards you, he wraps his arms around you from behind and place his chin on your shoulder, you feel one of his hands slip between the towel before feeling his hand press against your tummy. “Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.” His lips brush over the side of your face, leaving a soft kiss behind, you feel his nose brush against your cheek as he moved his lips lower and down your neck before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, and leaving kisses behind on your skin.
“I have this feeling, tell me if I’m wrong.” You say.
“Hmm.” He hums against your neck, making your smile widen.
“I shouldn’t waste my time getting dressed, should I?” You ask, you could feel him smile against your skin and feel him lift his head away from your neck.
“No, no, you shouldn’t.” He says, his hand grips the towel before pulling it away from your body, tossing it aside, he places his hands on your upper arms and slowly moves them to your chest, cupping your breasts. “Because I want to show you how I fall in love with you all over again, and again.” His lips move over your shoulder as his hand kneads into your breasts, you could feel your nipples hardening as they swelled from the attention they were receiving.
“That sounded way too cheesy.” You say, he releases your breasts and turns you around before backing you up against the dresser.
“Can I just worship you in peace?” He asks. “Without it being called cheesy?” You couldn’t help but smile.
“All right…” You say, he takes your hand and pulls you away from the dresser and towards the bed.
“It’s all about you, I don’t want anything in return, do you understand?” He asks, you nod your head, you sit down on the edge of the bed.
“But wh—“ You begin, only for him to place his index finger against your lips, shushing you as he moves down onto one knee in front of you
“No, no… not even if you want to, it’s about you tonight.” He says, and looks towards the window, seeing the sun still out. “This early night, it’s all about you as the sun goes down.” He looks back at you, you nod your head, his fingers disappear from your lips and press his lips against yours, he moves not his feet as he almost pushes you to lay down, he breaks the kiss and moves his lips down to your neck and collarbone, pausing to suck on the skin and leave his mark behind, his hand moves over your sides as they move back to your chest, cupping them once again, his thumbs rub your nipples causing wetness to pool between your legs.
“I just showered…” You slowly state.
“Hmm.” He hums, acknowledging your statement, you move one hand to the back of his head and comb your fingers through his hair.
“I take it you don’t give a damn.” You say, he lifts his head, thin strings of saliva breaking off.
“Bingo.” He says. “This feels uncomfortable.”
“Do you want me to move higher onto the bed?” You ask.
“Please, I’ll pull you back to the edge if I need to.” He says, you nod your head and move yourself higher onto the bed, you feel his knees sink into the mattress as he climbs onto the bed. “Better?”
“Much better.” He says, and lowers his head, his lips press against the swell of breasts before kissing over the curve of them, moving lower until he reached one of your nipples, he slides his tongue over the bud, the cool breeze immediately making you shiver, his lips linger onto your skin just above your nipple as he sucks another hickey into your skin.
“I take it dinner plans are out the window?” You ask, he pulls away and lifts his head to look at you.
“Do you really want to talk about dinner plans when I’m about to worship you?” He asks, you could hear the hint of frustration in his voice.
“I was just asking, I was looking forward to it.” You say, playing innocence with him.
“We’ll make something together later, or tomorrow.” He says. “Now can I please get back to what I was doing?” You let out a giggle and nod your head.
“I’m sorry, please, continue.” You say, he lowers his head and wraps his lips around your other nipple. “Oh…” Your hand pauses on his head, and your infers massage his scalp as he sucks on your nipple. “Why’s your mouth so good?” You feel the tip of his tongue play with your nipple as he sucks on it, one of his hands move to your waist and rub circles into your skin with his thumb, you could feel your skin heating up, you release his hair as you feel his lips release your nipple and moving lower and lower, you lift your head to watch him, his lips move over your tummy, leaving soft kisses over it.
“I should leave my mark here also.” He says, you watch him place a kiss right next to your mound before feeling him starting to suck on your skin, his hands move over your thighs and knead his fingers into the fleshy skin.
“Oh…” You breathe out, you could feel his hands moving between your thighs before sliding back to the top of them, he breaks away from the hickey he was creating on your skin before moving lower, moving to the thigh opposite of the spot he had just decorated, he places a kiss against the skin before starting to create another mark on your skin. “When you get out the shower next time, I’ll treat you like this.” He waves one of his hands, almost waving you off, making you giggle, you lower your head and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your thigh, he pulls away and disappears completely from you, your eyes open in confusion, you were about to lift your head when you felt his hand grip your ankles. “Kibum!” You giggle out as he pulls you down to the edge of the bed, his hands slide up your claves before stopping behind your knees, he spread your legs, your giggle instantly dies down as you feel the cool air of the room blow against your warm folds, one of his hands move away from the back of your knee and to the inside of your thigh, his fingers moving closer and closer to your heat with each rub, you could feel the anticipation building.
“Kibum, please!” You whine, you could hear him chuckle from between your legs before feeling his fingers trace over the outline of your folds, he could feel himself growing hard, but he wasn’t going to say anything to you, knowing you would insist, even if he declines it, that you help him, his fingers slip past your folds and spread them, he could see your pussy glistening with your arousal.
“Hmm, so pretty.” He says, his fingers rub along your folds before using his middle finger against your clit, rubbing circles around it.
“Ki— Kibum!” You moan out, his index finger joins his middle finger at your clit, rubbing different patterns around it. “Are you going to… dammit!”
“You’ve got such a filthy mouth on you.” He says, your fingers curl into the duvet, your jaw clench as you feel him purposely slow down his movements.
“I thought you were going to worship my body, not torture it.” You say, he smirks, hearing your frustration.
“You are so needy, aren’t you.” He says, you lift your head to look at him, and saw the smirk on his lips as he watched you.
“I can do it myself if you want to play around.” You say, you reach between your legs with one hand, only for him to grab your hand with his other hand, the smirk on his lips quickly vanishing.
“Don’t you dare,” He says, his tone deep and low as he spoke. “Keep your hands against the duvet, if I see them moving away from it, I’ll tie you up.” You swallow while nodding your head, he releases your hand, and you quickly lay down on the duvet, you feel his fingers take the sensitive nub between his fingers, you lay your head down as your jaw slacks, he rolls the nub between his fingers, pleasure coursing through you.
“Kibum… Ki… Kibum.” You breathe out, struggling to say his name as you do, his other hand brushes against your inner thigh before you feel a digit press against your entrance.
“You’ve interrupted me twice now.” He states, the digit slides into you, making you arch your back at the feeling of it filling and stretching you slightly, you could hear the sinful sound of your wetness moving around as he pumped his finger in and out of you. “I’ll make you cum twice.” The more you interrupt him, the more it would become, you had learned that quickly when you had started sleeping together, your insides churn at the feeling of all the attention your pussy was receiving from him, you could feel a tension building inside you, he releases your clit before starting to rub figure eights over it.
“Oh… Oh…” You moan, your legs shook each time his fingers moved over the sensitive nub, you felt another finger enter you, making the stretch feel even better. “Gosh…” Your head thrashes around against the mattress, he curls his fingers inside you, touching that sweet spot inside you, you squeeze your eyes shut, seeing stars appear behind your eyelids almost immediately, your fingers twists into the duvet, tugging at it as you feel your high building and creeping closer. “Kibum!” You could feel his fingers rubbing against that spot as he curled and uncurled his fingers inside you, your breath was becoming deeper and deeper, your muscles start to twitch and your toes curl in pleasure. “KIBUM!” You almost sit upright as the tension inside you snaps, and you release around his fingers, your walls clench around his fingers, signalling to him that you’ve hit your high, his eyes move lower and saw your wetness leaking out from around his fingers, the sound of your wetness squelching around became louder, and the sound of your breathy moans bounced off the walls.
“Hmm, what a beautiful sight?” He says, his fingers disappear from inside you, his fingers that were on your clit moved to your folds, spreading them more open, you barely had time to recover from your high when you felt his tongue flick over your clit.
“KIBUM!” You scream, pulling at the duvet, your entire body jolting at the sensation spreading through you, his tongue moves to your entrance, tasting your arousal as he pressed his tongue against your entrance, he licks a stride up before his lips wrap around your clit and sucked on the sensitive nub, your skin heats up, you lift your feet, bending your knees and press your heels into the mattress, giving him more access to your throbbing pussy, you could feel your high quickly building up once again, the bed was becoming a mess with all the thrashing you were doing, and from pulling the duvet. “KIBUM!” Your mind was thrown into the clouds and your body was shaking with pleasure, you weren’t sure how long you had lasted before the tension inside you snapped again, your walls clench around nothing as your release leaks from you. “DAMMIT, KIBUM!” You felt him release your clit and heard the loud pop as he did before feeling his finger against your clit, easing you through your high.
“Cursing me?” He asks. “That’s not very nice.” You release the duvet and your body slowly relaxes, you open your eyes as you felt him hover above you. “Say sorry.”
“For cursing at you?” You ask, your lips parted as you breathed in deeply.
“Yes.” He says, you move your eyes down to his glistening lips.
“I’m sorry for cursing you.” You say, you wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him down for a kiss, tasting your arousal on his lips.
