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Ateez Genre: Smut
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I passed him without even deigning to look at him and left the kitchen, behind me I heard only a snort of laughter so I pushed the door so that it closed with a loud crash. San was annoying on his own but when we were arguing it was even worse. He acted mean and arrogant, looking down on me with such confidence as if he were at least a king who was catcalling his enemy.
I was so pissed off at him that I couldn't get to sleep so I turned on a movie which I played quietly hoping that it would make me fall asleep. Unfortunately, the movie turned out to be quite strong erotic so now instead of falling asleep, I tried to calm my mind and... my pussy.
Halfway through the movie I began to hear quiet moans. At first I was sure it was in the movie, but when the scenes turned into a regular meeting of friends and I continued to hear someone's voice I was strongly surprised. I eavesdropped on where it could be coming from, but when I couldn't match from which corner of the room the sounds were coming I stopped the movie and then in a flash I understood.
San.
It was San's moans. My heart literally stopped and I didn't even notice for how long I held my breath until I started to choke. Fucking Choi San had just moaned in the next room where we were literally separated only by the wall by which our beds stood. I didn't know what to do, whether I should say something, hit the wall or go to him.
For a while I tried not to pay attention, but it became increasingly difficult when his moans became louder and louder. Or it was me who began to focus on them when I started to feel a gentle tingling in my pussy.
I hit the headrest of the bed with the back of my head to drive away all my thoughts of him. But honestly, I was damn curious what he looked like now. Was he sitting on the bed or maybe lying down. Whether he was in clothes or all naked. Whether he was doing it with his hand, a toy or maybe rubbing himself against a pillow, for example.
At this thought, my hips began to move of their own accord and my increasingly aching pussy sought some sort of rubbing. My hand traveled along my body, from my breasts to my belly and pussy. I ran two circles over my clit and, horrified, quickly took it away when it occurred to me what I was doing.
I never would have thought that I would be masturbating to moans and imagining San right behind the wall. After a moment's thought, I decided that I was indulging in too much and started slapping my hand against the wall. Unfortunately it was to no avail, I thought maybe he didn't hear so I got up and left the room heading for his door.
For a moment I hesitated between knocking and shouting but decided to hit it. And that was a big mistake. I didn't notice that they were ajar so that when I hit them the door opened wide and in front of me appeared San lying on the bed in just a T-shirt. His hand was on his member which he was pumping at a steady pace, his eyes firmly closed and his mouth wide open. I stood there and looked at him in shock and... excitement. And finally, as if sensing my presence, he looked at the door and, seeing me there, momentarily covered himself with a pillow. But he began to smile.
