Addicted to You | Lovely Runner fanfic

CHAPTER 4

NOTE: SMUTTY CHAPTER AHEAD🥵

With a slow, deliberate walk, Sun Jae carried Im Sol towards the bedroom. He keeps reminding himself for self- control. You have all night, you punk!

His senses were on high alert. The warmth of Sol's body against his, the subtle scent of her hair, the way her breath hitched every so often—all of it was driving him wild. But he knew he needed to pace himself. He wanted to savor every moment, to make this night unforgettable.

Stay calm, he told himself as he reached the bedroom door. Don't rush it. He reached for the doorknob, twisting it open with a deliberate slowness. With a swift motion, he closed the door behind them, the click of the lock echoing in the room, sealing them away from the rest of the world.

Focus, Sun Jae. He spun her around, pressing her gently against the door, his hands bracketing her face. He could feel his heart pounding, the pulse reverberating through his entire body. He kissed her with a raw passion, his lips claiming hers in a bruising kiss that left her breathless. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her, making her his. She responded in kind, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her body arching into him.

But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

God, she feels so good. His hands roamed her curves, urgent and demanding, as if memorizing every inch of her. He broke the kiss, panting slightly, his forehead resting against hers.

"Sol-ah," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "You have no idea how much I want you right now. A month not being inside you is too much, baby."

She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. "Then show me,...show me how you miss me," she whispered, her voice a seductive challenge.

His control teetered on the edge. He wanted to take his time, but her words ignited a fire within him that was hard to contain. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands sliding down her sides, pulling down her jeans and panties in one go. He pressed a kiss to her thigh, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. You can do this, he told himself. Make it last.

"Sun Jae-ah..." she breathed, her voice a mixture of pleading and encouragement.

He didn't need any more prompting. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them apart as he leaned in, his mouth finding her heat with an unerring accuracy. He tasted her, his tongue flicking out to lap at her, drinking in her essence with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

Sol's head fell back against the door with a thud, her hands tangling in his hair, holding him close as he worked his magic. 

Sun Jae stopped with his ministration, concern evident in his eyes.

"Don't stop, I'm okay" she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please, don't stop."

Sun Jae didn't hold back. He devoured her, his tongue exploring every fold and crevice, his lips wrapping around her swollen nub and sucking with a force that made her cry out. The sensations were overwhelming, each flick of his tongue sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Sol writhed against him, her moans filling the room, her body begging for more.He could feel her trembling, her thighs quivering under his hands, her body on the brink of release.

Faintly, he heard her saying his name with querulous tone. "Sun Jae-ah...this feels so good..." He set his mouth upon her, ignoring the sharp tug of her hands in his hair. He needed this—the salty-sweet of her on his tongue and inside his senses. Sunshine and woman.

"More," she pleaded, her voice almost a whimper. "I need more."

Now, he circled and let her guide him, her fingertips working against his scalp, her thighs relaxing where he gripped them. Too soon—much too soon—her urgent writhing coalesced with her plaintive cries. He thrust his tongue inside the greedy mouth of her sex, determined to feel every small ripple, to be inside her just enough to make her pleasure a part of him.

He wanted to make her come undone, to feel her shatter beneath his touch. And he did. With a final, relentless flick of his tongue, he pushed her over the edge. She screamed his name, her body convulsing, her hands gripping his hair as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

He held her through it, his mouth never leaving her, prolonging her pleasure until she was a quivering mess, slumped against the door, her chest heaving, her skin flushed. Only then did he pull back, looking up at her with a satisfied smile.

In the aftermath, he soothed her with a string of kisses along her thighs. He stood, half-bent with the pain of his arousal. She continued caressing his jaw, now rubbing her thumbs over his lips. Now pulling his forehead down to touch hers.

"So, I am the one who ate something delicious instead," he whispered to her ear, his voice half laden with satisfaction and teasing.

She laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Seems like it," she murmured, her breath warm against his cheek. She cupped his face, tracing the lines of his jaw with delicate fingers, her eyes filled with a mix of adoration and mischief.

"I want to taste you," Sol whispered, her voice husky. "I want to feel you in my mouth."