꒰ semi-smut ahead? ꒱
it shouldn't be this easy. it shouldn't be this easy for me to forget; for my problems to be erased from my mind. but here he is, making all my overwhelming thoughts and overbearing feelings slowly disappear just with the simple action of pressing his lips against mine, our tongues soon battling it out for dominance. of course, i give in and surrender to him. how could i not when i'm practically melting under his touch?
when we finally break the kiss — only due to the need for oxygen — he doesn't waste much time moving downward, planting small kisses along my jaw, and then moving onto my neck. when he bites down harshly and suddenly, i can't help the moan i let out.
“h-hoseok, take off your shirt,” i practically plead as his hands are currently pinning mine above my head, and fuck, i'm craving to touch his skin.
he removes his shirt shortly, and proceeds to take mines off as well. as my hands roam over his now exposed skin, i can feel his reaching over to unbutton and unzip my jeans. once they hit the floor, i pull my feet out and kick them to the side.
“god, you're so fucking hot,” he whispers into my ear, his breath warm and voice needy.
when i feel his hand travel down my leg and tap lightly behind my knee, i get the message and jump as he bends slightly, straightening once i wrap my legs around his waist. my back hits the wall again, and immediately, his lips connect with mine. there's some urgency to it, the same kind of urgency i have. because this is nothing. we haven't even started yet and we both know it. and even though i already have the need to just feel him inside of me, the buildup is what intensifies things. i know he's dying to hear me begging and pleading, and i have no doubt he's going to draw whimper after whimper from me. after all, he never fails to.
“you're so hard, baby,” i hear him pant into my ear, causing me to let out a sigh.
“hoseok, please,” i strain against him. “p-please touch me...”
“already pleading? what's got you so worked up, kitten?” he questions as his hand travels downwards, stopping once he reached my cock, palming me through the material.
moaning, i let my head fall and rest on his shoulder. it's been awhile, but fuck, i still completely fall apart under his touch. whenever we kiss, i already know it's a battle i've lost; a battle i'm more than happy to surrender to and let him lead. to conquer.
“hoseok...”
“hm?” he hums, cupping my face and pulling upwards so that our gaze meet. “what is it, baby?”
“j-just... f-fuck me already..”
instead... hoseok decided to run a hand over my chest, brushing over one of my nipples, which caused me to let out another whimper.
“h-hoseok, please...”
“please what?”
“... please fuck me,” i practically pant into his ear.
“you know, i love it when you beg...” he paused, only to run his tongue over the bruises he just left on my neck. “but maybe you should beg a little harder...”
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A/N: apologies for any mistakes! i'm too lazy to review and edit things right now lol.
