[10:59am] "Are you wearing my shirt?" Turning around, you came face to face with a half naked Wooseok. His loose pajama hung menacingly low on his hips, his happy trail prominent from the lack of shirt he wore.
"I- I'm making..." Mesmerized, you stood with a spatula in your hand, the low sound of the pancakes sizzling behind you. Wooseok walked towards you with a smirk, pulling you into his warm chest.
"You look sexy wearing nothing underneath." He lowered his voice on purpose knowing it sent chills down your spine. His hands traveled down to your ass, harshly squeezing the skin. A moan escaped your mouth as he nuzzled his face in your neck.
"Fuck... I've missed those sounds." He continued groping you, lingering close to your wetness that was aching to be touched.
"Seokie, please do something." You whined against his bare chest. He chuckled at your neediness, sucking a spot behind your ear that made you squirm under him.
"I would, but you shouldn't forget about your cooking going on." As he said this, the smell of burnt food became way more apparent.
"Shit! The pancakes!"
