Two more days. Just two more days, yet it sounded so close but so far away. It all started as a joke when I was being all clingy, Chanyeol having returned from a week's business trip to me literally following him around the house and being showered with hugs and kisses. He found it adorable of course and seeing how much I've missed him definitely made him feel good about himself but being playful as always, he couldn't help but tease me about it.
"I could really get used to this," He chuckled as I came into the bathroom to give him a back hug while he brushed his teeth, burying my face in his back.
"Just making the most out of my time with you before you leave me alone again next week," I defended myself, still not budging.
"Aw there there, if you want a piece of me you could just say it I'd be more than willing to...satisfy your needs," He said slyly, wriggling his butt at me.
I've missed his delicate voice, one that never failed to make my heart flutter whenever he said his 'good morning baby's' especially and his touches – the way he'd hold me in his arms and stroke my hair till I fell asleep, the way he looked and touched me when we made love to each other. I've missed everything, and I was craving for all of that but it's not like I was going to tell him explicitly. I usually didn't have to anyway since he did the initiating more often.
This time however, seeing how I literally couldn't bear to peel myself off him, he was determined to make me ask for it so just like that, his teasing turned into defensive bickering and here we were right now, going through the fifth day of the no-sex-for-the-week bet with a week of doing the dishes on the line. Neither of us were giving in and the both of us haven't been sleeping in each other's arms given that we usually slept with just a shirt on and it's not like I wanted his dick against my ass if I couldn't do anything about it. It was already somewhat a miracle that I was able to pull through the past five days because really, sleeping beside Chanyeol without touching him? Really? Was that even possible?
Bedtime came again, only this time I was not in the mood to talk to him at all, the slightest glimpse of him making me frustrated. I was pretty sure he was feeling the same way though, except he was way better at holding it in compared to me. Man it just wasn't fair, that little shit...
"Sleeping already?" He asked, climbing onto the bed and scooting over beside me.
In response, I merely shrugged him off, draping my forearm over my eyes, "I'm tired, leave me alone."
He smirked, knowing exactly why I was behaving this way. Then without a word, he rolled over, hovering atop my body as he pretended to struggle to reach for the switch of my table lamp. He very gently lowered himself onto me such that I could feel his skin on mine and smiled as he saw how my body tensed.
"What are you doing?" I groaned, lifting my arm off my face as I glared at him, obviously annoyed.
"Just switching off your lights for you," He replied innocently, but shifted his lower body slightly, rubbing the head of his shaft on my inner thigh in the process.
I bit my lip then sighed, furrowing my brows at him.
"What?"
I remained silent – I was this close to the breaking point and it felt like I'd let out a moan against my will every time my lips parted. Then again, its not like I wanted to stop him from doing what he was doing either so instead, I just stared into his eyes, gaze unwavering as I held onto his wrists that were on both sides of my face to support his weight above me. It puzzled him a little how I wasn't exactly giving him that much of a big reaction like he was expecting me to apart from my body that shifted occasionally beneath him, twitching involuntarily from time to time.
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