You knew what he wanted—what he needed—and you were more than happy to give it him. Chalk it up to the rollercoaster of emotions you had felt within the last hours, happiness blending in with fear and anxiety and lust; all coming together in a watercolor masterpiece that was pink and warm and resembled the feeling you felt in your toes whenever Kihyun smiled alongside you.
Not sparing another second, you tugged at Kihyun's belt and button, pulling down his pants zipper and reached past the waistband of his underwear to tug out his already half-hard member. You pumped it a few times, feeling the weight of it shift as more blood began to pump evenly along the muscle. Spreading the sticky pre-come that oozed from the head, you slicked up his cock and drank in the sight of Kihyun with his head thrown back, high and quiet whimpers leaving his mouth in small hiccups. It was utterly sinful, boiling a deep heat in your gut.
You leaned forward and took the head of his cock in your mouth, rolling your tongue around the very tip and feeling spurts of pre-come come more often as you coaxed more of his length into your mouth. His palm settled on the back of your head, doing nothing more than just resting there. His whimpers grew in volume as you set a slow pace, coming up agonizingly and pulling off to pepper a few kisses around his girth before returning back to sinking down. Every time you went back down, you'd ease a little more of his length in, until you finally reached the back of your throat and the hot heat of it caressed the head of Kihyun's member. It made him clamp his mouth shut, lip snug in his teeth as he tried to keep him moans quiet. Your mouth was doing wonders on him, especially since you were all he could think about and today alone was enough to make him blow in no time.
His fingers laced into your locks and he guided you up and down his cock, watching in awe at his length disappearing into your pretty little mouth. Whenever you pulled off completely, he'd stare at the swell of your bottom lip—how glossy it was with spit and his fluids and how flushed red it'd get from being rubbed against his cock time and time again. He whispered praises as you kept sucking him off, hips working in tandem with your movements. He'd thrust up harshly once or twice, apologizing right after but relishing in how it felt to feel your throat close up around him, the tightness snug on his length.
"Fuck, just like that baby. Your mouth is so good, you're so good." He whispered, his voice traveling down to your ears and it was a wonder how it even made it over the sloppy sounds of you working him, wet squelches of your soaked mouth taking in more and more of his cock. "Shit—a little more, c'mon—don't stop, please baby girl don't stop." He'd keen, his voice borderline desperate as you sensed his rapidly approaching release. He took hold of your head in both hands, silently asking to fuck your mouth. When you let you jaw go slack, it was the green light for him. He fucked up in the shallow warmth, the velvety feel of the back of your throat bringing him that much closer to his orgasm. It was when you wrapped your slender digits around the base of his cock and began to jerk that his mouth lost all filter, spilling out more than you'd ever thought you'd hear from him.
"God baby I'm not gonna last, I'm gonna come. Please let me come in your mouth, it's the only place it can go. Unless you want me to come on that pretty face of yours, paint you up and make you mine. Fuck you're already mine, you wouldn't do this for anyone else. Only me." He accentuated the syllables of the last of his sentence with sharp pumps up into your mouth. You were so preoccupied with getting him to come, you hadn't even realized the screen inside the photo booth lighting up. You thought you pictured the piercing white light, assuming it was just the sex high that suffocated the two of you in the cramped confines of the photo booth.
Kihyun moaned high, still half-muffled against his teeth, your name a phantom that hung off his tongue. He came strong and thick ropes, more than you'd ever seen him come in the last few encounters you had the pleasure of having with him. His release coated your tongue, the tang tangible in-between your molars as it snaked its way down your throat. You swallowed the viscous fluid quickly, jerking Kihyun off to completion on your tongue as you milked every last drop out of him. If you were going to show him how grateful you were, you were going to go all the way.
Kihyun breathed heavy pants, willing his pulse to thrum down as you wiped away the remnants of his release along with your spit, on the back of your hand. You sat straight again, gently tucking Kihyun back into his pants and easing his zipper and buttons closed. He took over when it came time for his belt, securing it around himself before finally opening his eyes and looking at you, far too softly for what just occurred. He smiled, gentle and tender. It made your heart do somersaults, the warm tinge crisping at the edges of your vision again.
You leaned in for a kiss when you heard a muffled voice come from outside the photo booth. You froze in place, Kihyun also perking his head to listen closer.
"Y/N?"
The muffled voice came again, this time louder and a touch more confident before. Kihyun furrowed his brows in confusion as he tried to decipher who it could be while you already knew whose voice it was. You were scared, afraid to face the speaker but he'd found you and figured out your identity. If you didn't come out now, he'd yank back the curtain and find you with Kihyun. You'd rather save yourself the embarrassment as you stood and stepped past Kihyun's legs, hand coming up to tug open the curtain just a smidgen.
There he was, the tall man who knew how to strike fear into your very core. You steeled your nerves and took a deep breath, not realizing that the guy's eyes weren't even on you. They were on the slips of paper that dropped from the bin on the side of the photo booth—a glossy pair of pictures that were snapped during your raunchy and passionate session with Kihyun.
Your eyes nearly dropped out of their sockets as you realized what he held, his grip faltering for a moment and letting you sneak a peek of the pictures; they were every bit as incriminating as you thought they'd be. When were they even taken?
The sudden white light.
Kihyun must've hit something while you were going down on him, causing the booth to snap pictures of the dirty deed in action. You leapt forward and snatched the slips out of his hand, not wanting his greasy fingers and prying eyes looking at what you considered to be a very intimate moment between two people. That and you just honestly didn't want to fuel any more of this creep's masturbatory fantasies.
"Wow Y/N, and here I thought you were a good girl." He chuckled low, a digestive octave that didn't nearly compare to Kihyun's mellow tenors. You scowled at him, hoping that if you cursed him in your mind he'd get the idea telepathically and would leave sooner. "How come you never wanted any of that with me? I could've done that with you, anywhere you wanted sweetheart."
The nicknames that you loved to hear drip from Kihyun's mouth came back to haunt you, the comparison from his voice to this freak was far too grossly inaccurate to even justify with a feeling other than complete and utter repulsion. You felt the bile rise in your throat, all other feelings other than disgust forgotten. Honestly, you weren't sure how you'd get yourself out of the situation, knowing you were too anxious to properly tell him off and he'd probably get the wrong idea about it all and would proposition you back at the apartment complex. The mere thought of it made you sick to your stomach, having to live in fear in the one place that should be safe and secure. You should be allowed to go get your mail in a tank top and pajama shorts without having to be cat-called and bombarded with disgustingly sleazy remarks from a low-class citizen like this man.
"Excuse me, are you quite finished?" Kihyun's voice broke through the silence before his head, along with the rest of his body, appeared through the curtain. He made you jump, not expecting him to pop in so suddenly like that. He looked down at the pictures in your hand and gave you a loaded smile before it swiftly disappeared when his gaze met the guy from your apartment complex.
"Can't you see you're making Y/N uncomfortable? Just walk away man, she's clearly not into you and even more clearly with me." He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows, waiting for the guy to leave already.
"Are you kidding me, Y/N? You chose him over me? Are you stupid or something? He's like 5 foot 9 and has pink fucking hair, he's practically made to be gay." The guy scoffed, sneering at the two of you.
"Well clearly he isn't, you saw it yourself. Or did you need another demonstration?" You boldly spoke, malice laced deep in your words. You intended to hurt today and with Kihyun alongside you, the fear that normally shook you to your core wasn't present. All you felt was a blinding anger and now you could actually don something other than go home and cry about it. It seemed to stun the other guy as well, never having heard your sweet little mouth say such rude words.
"Don't be like that baby—"
"I am not your baby. Get that shit straight. I want you to leave me alone, here and now and back home. Just because we live in the same damn building does not give you any right to touch me or say things to me; you don't own me and you never will. If you come near me anymore, I'll call the fucking cops. Come on Kihyun." You intertwined your fingers with Kihyun's and tugged him away walking in a direction that you could care less about. You just wanted to get away from the booth and him and everything that was happening in that moment.
You finally reached what you were sure was the other side of the mall, panting heavily at the walk you just powered through. Before you could do or say anything, Kihyun brought you in for a hug, muffling you face into his chest. He murmured into your hair, "I'm so proud of you." before placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, letting you finally let your fear come shaking back into you as your stayed in his embrace a little while longer.
"Hey, just breathe. You're good baby girl. You did so well." You began to laugh, relief finally coloring your world as you ended that hell once and for all. Kihyun smiled as you let everything go, your bones all kinds of loose-limbed at the lack of stress and tension in-between the sockets.
It was in that moment that you decided you didn't want to hurt Kihyun or expose him or make him pay for anything from his past because none of that mattered anymore. All that mattered was what he was like with you now, and he just helped you confront one of your biggest fears. Something you thought you'd never accomplish.
"Hey Ki?" He hummed to signal he was listening, waiting for you to continue. "Can I cash in that reward now?" You asked, pulling back to look him in the eyes. He simply nodded, taking a moment to brush your hair out of your face and let his thumb stroke over the skin under your eyes.
You bit your lip, not knowing how to phrase what you wanted in a way that was tasteful and not crass. He continued to fuss around your face, smoothening down your hair and thumbing at your lip. "Spit it out baby, it's okay. I won't bite. Unless you want me to." He added with a smirk, making you laugh lightheartedly.
This was Kihyun, it was okay to say these type of things with him. He expected this kind of talk, so why were so afraid to do it?
"I want to... to use you. As in," You sighed. "I want to ride your face." You looked at his expression, finding it frustratingly blank and you quickly began to backtrack, sputtering on your words. "I mean, that is if you want to. If not, we can totally just forget about it. Yeah, let's just do that."
"No, I don't want to forget," You froze as he enthusiastically began to answer. "Baby girl, I'd be fucking honored if you sat on my face. C'mon, what the hell are we waiting for?" Kihyun reassured you, pulling you in the direction of the mall's parking garage where he said he was parked. You'd taken an Uber here so you took a moment to ask if he'd give you a ride home to which he promptly answered with a 'Duh, you're my date. How bad would it make me look if I left you like that?'
You didn't want to admit that his answer made butterflies rise in your stomach.
But it definitely did
