Collision || Lee Know

truth hurts

He softly kissed along my neck, exploring my waist with his hands. "Minho," I whimpered going through his hair. "Hm," he hummed in response. "I really," I deeply exhaled. "Need to go now." I told Mi-ho I'll be there at 7 pm and so did Minho told Jisung they'll meet up. So why was he doing this to me now, making me want to change my mind and cancle everything except him.
He slightly backed off, chuckling lightly. I felt his breath hitting my skin while doing so. I leaned my head against the wall behind me, getting to catch my breath.
"Don't worry, I'll be quick." This caught me off guard. The only way I got to react was my increasing heartbeat as soon as he pinned up my hands above my head.
He pressed his body forcefully against mine, deeply kissing me.
My whole stomach pulled itself together as my chest hit his from inhaling and exhaling so hasty. I couldn't even push him off. His grip around my wrists was too tight. "Min," I mumbled. He hummed in response, causing vibrations through out my body.
He shortly backed off. He fastly managed to hold both of my wrists with only one hand, before pulling up my shirt. "Not here..please," I told him. "What do you think I'm doing?" He questioned. "I mean.." he sushed me by his gentle finger placement over my lips. "We're just making out," he whispered amused. "No..my walls ain't soundproof..my mom, she heard us last time," I whispered. "She did? Ah." He continued his actions. "What, you're supposed to-" He squeezed my waist, knowing way too well how to shut me up. His hand slowly lost its pressure around my wrist, letting go of it. From my side, his hands evenly slid down to my waist, down to my hips while he calmly lowered himself onto his knees.
"Oh my." Now I felt like my breath got stuck. My whole being tensed before I felt my legs slowly getting weak. "What are you.." he gently caressed my hips and lowered his hands even further. He placed careful kisses onto my bare stomach causing a whole sensation in me. Minhos breath hit my skin before he lifted his head to look up at me.
"Can I?" His finger tips already slid in my pants, asking for allowance to completely pull them down. "Why are you doing this to me?" I whispered. "You don't like it?" I swallowed deeply. "Too much." He smirked before seeing it as a yes.
His phone screen lit up, revealing Jisung calling. "It's Jisung," I mumbled feeling the cold air coming in contact with my lower body. "Do me the favour and pick up," Minho requested, before trailing his lips over my thigh, causing my body to overwhelm. "Ah Jisung," I tried to sound as normal as possible. "Taerim? Why are you pick- are right you two must be hanging out. Well is Minho not there?" He questioned. "Ah, you see.." I looked down on him. "Why? Should I.." I deeply inhaled by his hands rubbing into the direction of my sensitive part. "Should I tell him something from you?" I asked, covering the speaker to prevent him hearing any noise he shouldn't be. "Yeah, well..could you tell him that..uhh," my breath hitched. "What? Tell me, " I said way too sharp. "Huh?" I squeezed my eyes shut at him pulling down the last part covering my lower body. "Sorry, you see I'm kind of busy. Why don't you call him again in..." I looked down at Minho, who held up five fingers. "Five minutes," I fastly said. "Ah, yeah," he sort of questionable responded. "bye then" I hang up, letting my tensed body get weak again.
"Why did you make me pick up idio-fuck." I grabbed onto his hair. "What were you gonna call me?" He backed off, but I guided him forwards again. "Nothing."

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His hands got a gentle grip around my shoulders, pressing me off him. He reached over the mattress for his phone. "What is it?" I asked. "More than five minutes passed." I watched him holding the phone up to his ear. "Hm? What was the reason you called?" It was unfair, I couldn't even fully speak when talking with Jisung, and now he's calmly pleased and acts glad that he made me stutter this way. I rolled my eyes, attempting to get off him. His arm was fast enough in wrapping itself around my waist, though. "Yeah, we can just walk around, don't know. But meeting where?" I watched him closely, getting butterflies just by doing so. "Mh, let's do that." I let myself fully down onto him. "No you weren't interrupting. I was just not available, that's all." I can't believe him. He hang up right after. "He wasn't interrupting? Of course he was, idiot," I mumbled. "Maybe in your case he was."
I hit his arm. "Shut up. However, I really gotta go now." He intensly kissed my cheek. "It hurts," I whined since he pressed his lips against it and backed off with a loud plob sound. "And it's wet, Minho." I slid my hand over my cheek before wiping it off at him. "Get over it."