City Lights, Blurred Lines

7/8 (R)

Wonsik yanks her panties down her thighs, not even bothering to fully discard them in his rush. They bunch at her knees, as he presses her torso against the ledge, pushing his own shorts and underwear down enough to free himself. She hears the crinkle of the condom wrapper— from the pocket of his shorts— followed by his groan as he rolls it on and pumps himself a couple times for good measure. Ji-hye whines at the feel of the rubber clad head of his cock swiping at her folds, teasing with a deep, wicked chuckle from behind her. Wonsik smacks her roughly on the ass, pushing her further down against the widom seat until her face and chest are flush with the ledge, and then he presses in without any further hesitation.

Whining at the feel of him filling her up, Ji-hye turns her head to watch him from the corner of her eye, cheek pressed to the surface of the window seat. Wonsik strokes in with two slow, solid thrusts at first, letting her adjust momentarily to his cock before setting a punishing pace. Gasping a little and grappling for purchase on the ledge, she takes his greedy cock, deliriously eager from the proper fucking. His pace has Ji-hye reminiscent of when he used to leave her all strung out from particularly rough rows. Already weak in the knees at the thought of how great her orgasm is going to be, she takes every inch of him thrust for thrust.

It's a rougher go than their usual roll in the sack, but Wonsik is kissing her spine as he fucks her, reaching his arm around between her hips and the wall to find her clitorus and pay it special attention. Her cunt spasms, back bowing prettily for him and Ji-hye whines, eyes screwing shut. "Aah," groans her lover, hips stuttering at the feel of her around him. He slaps her ass once, twice, before gripping a handful of it and leaning over her back to really pound her. "Fuck," Wonsik curses, voice like gravel against her ear. He presses a kiss to her shoulder and the side of her neck, feeling her shudder against him and knowing she's getting close. Something with the angle, her arched back, has everything lined up just right, has him battering her g-spot.

"You with me, jagi?" he teases, sounding both cocky and tense simultaneously. Ji-hye whines, unable to answer properly and it makes him chuckle smugly, "Gonna come?" He grins at her eager nodding, slowing his brutal pace to a more teasing rhythm. Wonsik watches her whine needily beneath him, all but snapping at the sight. He presses a kiss to her cheek and wraps both arms around her. "I wanna look at you," announces the rapper, "Couch or bed?"

They're in too much of a hurry, she thinks, glancing to the loveseat a few feet again, "Couch, couch," pants his lover. She'd been so close, she couldn't wait. Wonsik nods, scooping her up and carrying her across the room in just a few short steps. Her back bounces against the sofa when he puts her down, the back cushions cradling her spine, as he bends her knees inward towards her chest. He tears her rolled up panties from her legs and discards them over his shoulder, holding her thighs open just under the knee and lining back up with her. He pushes his own pants further down his legs, positioning them in that record setting position that has unmade her a million times. Wonsik settles in until he's flush with her, until there's no space left between them, her face tucked against the curve of his sweaty neck, chest to chest with her knees trapped between them.

If there's anything on the terribly long list of Kim Wonsik's talents, Ji-hye would say he's best at making her come undone, because a handful of thrusts later he's fucked her nearly to a climax again. Cupping the underside of her thighs lower, he pushes her knees together, the angle creating new friction against her clit. He pumps harder between her trembling thighs, leaning back a bit to observe her face, watching her warm, crystal brown eyes. Every thrust fucking the very air from her lungs and leaving her short of breath, Ji-hye can't control the little cry that escapes her, muscles seizing in her legs and cunt spasming, clenching down around Wonsik's cock.

They don't have to be quiet this time, so they both let out their delirious groans, a warbling little moan fills his ears as she comes. His lover clings desperately to his tattooed arms as he fucks her through orgasm, barely holding back his own. Wonsik is glad she'd been close, because he'd barely been able to hold out much longer. He pulls out when she begins whining from overstimulation, pumping his achingly hard length with urgency. But, before he can finish Ji-hye is slapping his hands away and taking over for him. She pulls off the condom, leaning up toward his cock and stroking him angled directly at her chest. Wonsik whines at just the sight, the delirium of orgasm blanketing him under a cloud of ecstasy, as he comes all over her breasts and stomach.

When they both come down Wonsik spots her gathering up the used condom in the left over napkins from dinner and using the rest to wipe down her soiled chest. Weakly, he helps, leaning over to kiss Ji-hye on the cheek. With unsteady legs they leave the couch, throw pillows ruffled and crooked in their wake, and she wrangles them both into the shower. Nothing happens in there, aside from Wonsik using her coconut scented hair products and recalling all the tropical getaways they'd spent as a secret. He resolves that on the next one neither of them will have to come away from it feeling used or guilty. He helps her wash her long hair and kisses her fondly under the spray of the showerhead— like the first time they'd been together. It feels like they'd come full circle, he grins at the thought.

When both of them are clean, he tugs an exhausted Ji-hye out of the steamy shower stall. She's terribly sleepy all of a sudden, so Wonsik sits her on the sink counter and towels both of them down, giving her little revitalizing kisses to distract her from the relaxing feeling of his hands massaging her dry. Securing towels around each of them Wonsik meets his girlfriend's tired eyes and his own crinkle closed with a chuckle. Ji-hye offers the tiniest pout, yawns, and lifts both arms out toward him. "Take me to bed?" She questions, and Wonsik scoffs, but hoists her up anyway. He carries her all the way upstairs, carefully grabbing his duffle on his way, and sets her down on the bed. They both collapse on the mattress, curling toward each other instinctively, boneless and spent. Neither of them leaves in the middle of the night.