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Ji Changwook

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SMUT AHEAD I TELL YA HOLY COW I CANNOT EVEN

I cannot intense I am so sorry

I made him drunk WTH

~Admin AK (Have a good one)

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Friends with benefits. That was all. It was an unwritten rule always stated by friends and strangers alike, do not ever, under any circumstances, have sex with someone who wouldn't reciprocate your feelings. If two friends with benefits caught the horrid sickness called feelings, they'd have to split. There's never a need to break your own heart over someone who doesn't feel the same about you. There's just something about the intimacy, that gives you a sense of possession over the other. You and Changwook had fooled around with the idea, but never acted upon it.

It was a 2 A.M. laced with liquor. Pooled desire, hands overstepping the usual boundaries placed between you two. Hot breaths and moans. Even with the entire club still around, it felt like it was just you and him. Egging each other on, seeing who would be the first to break their resolve. The answer would never be found, as your best friends, only slightly more sober, had the mind to drag you both back to your respective beds. You cursed them silently. So close to something you both wanted, but so far away.

Your friend had convinced you it was just the alcohol in his veins talking that night, until the two of you were half-heatedly watching Spirited Away, and he spoke of it once again.

"So what was it you were saying last week..." Changwook started, "Something about wanting me to make you all bruised and pretty?" He side-eyed you, searching for your reaction. You could feel your face heat up. You were embarrassed you'd ever admitted your sexual attraction to him. Even if you were drunk, drunkenness was never an excuse for actions. He shifted so he was straddling your legs, effectively trapping you against the couch. His face was dangerously close to yours. His breath ghosted over you, the slightest scent of roses was to be detected.

"Y-you've been using the cologne again," You were furious that you let the stutter slip out of your mouth. Way to be smooth with the guy you want in your bed, and by the looks of it, wanted you in his bed as well.

"Yes, and you're changing the subject." He pressed his body closer to yours, his forehead resting against yours. "You know... I haven't stopped thinking about all those awful things you wanted me to do to you," His eyes bore holes into yours. His gaze was calm, steady, far more frightening than the blatant rage you had seen in them when he was in court. His thumb stroked your bottom lip, taking his time with feeling how soft they were, imagining his own lips against them. "Still interested?"

Your heart was beating so loud, so hard, you wondered if he could hear it. Your breath seemed to be stuck in your lungs, refusing to exhale and inhale once again. You had loved him for years, but always pushed these matters of the heart to the side for fear of losing him all together. Your brain pounded on walls, screaming at you to say no. Don't hurt yourself like this. You'll regret this.

"Yes, I am,"

In the instant that those three words left your mouth, his lips swallowed them up. Instinctively your hands threaded through the waves of his brown silky hair. He groaned low and deep in response to your fingers gently undoing the tangles in his hair. Your libido had taken over this situation. Logic was thrown out the door.

"Fuck," You swore under your breath. Changwook had always been attractive, but the sounds he was making, his actions, they were pure torture. The slight rasp of his voice, how deep it was, all of it contributed to your agony.