Hoseok watched you as you recounted the memory of his birthday and you found yourself angry at him once again. Angry because you had written him off months ago, but within minutes and with one simple phrase he could have your panties dampening. He was such a flirt and it was working. Perhaps you weren't angry at him, you were angry at yourself for it.
Hoseok chuckled as he saw you both aroused and confused by his suggestion, and that irritated you further. Perhaps it was time to take back a little control. Hoseok may have had some power over you, but you knew that you had power over him. One thing that made the sex and the chemistry between the two of you so incredible was your ability to tease each other. So, a tease perhaps you'd be once again. Penance for the way things ended between you two; a reminder of what he gave up; and payback for what he was doing to you now. You turned to him and smiled flirtatiously back at him.
"That was a pretty good day," you purred. "Remember after we came back from your party?" His face brightened now seeing you engaging in the banter.
He opened his mouth to answer just as a loud group of people pulled themselves into the seats directly next to him. He looked over his shoulder at them, agitated that the two of you were no longer alone. The crowd in the lounge was beginning to increase as cocktail hour had officially passed and night life was checking in for its shift. He turned back to you and offered you his hand. He wanted to take you somewhere you could be without an audience.
Now was your chance.
You tucked your clutch under your arm, picked up your drink from the bar then accepted his hand as he helped you off the stool. He gestured towards an empty booth near the back, far away from the growing crowd. He placed his hand on your back to guide you towards it. It was a small, common gesture, but the feeling of those hands on your bare back gave you another flash back.
Your friend – the one you met Hoseok through – had an art exhibition for a week and you, of course, attended opening night. It was soon after you and Hoseok started sleeping together, and you were so insatiable for each other that you weren't sure at one point if you were going to make it to the gallery. Since the whole night had been painfully clouded by erotic anticipation, he decided that night – after you returned from the exhibit - he would spend an erotically painful hour undressing you.
It started with him kneeling in front of you, his one hand holding onto your calf while the other slipped off your heel. He brought your foot to his lips. From there the tip of his nose slowly traced a line up to your knee where he landed another sensual kiss. His hands then went to work, slowly sailing up the back of your calf then up and over your thigh, pushing the fabric of your dress up a bit further. His eyes were focused on the way his hands pulled over your flesh. He only wavered from his task to look up at you to gauge your level of torment.
You inhaled each time his palms reached across your inner thigh as they flirted with the idea of where else those fingers could go, before they slid back down again and tightened their grip around your ankle. Who knew skin over skin could make you this hot?
When you thought he was done, he instead followed the trail his hands left with his mouth, and the whole cycle began anew. He then moved onto your other leg and spent the next few minutes caressing it with his palms, lips, nose and tongue. You somehow never tired of it, and each passing moment only made you more aroused. You could feel your nipples harden beneath your dress; goosebumps shiver across your body; and the space between your thighs dampen.
Later, when he got to the straps of your dress, he gently pulled your hair and tilted your head to the side exposing as much of your neck as possible. You could still hear the way he hissed as he did, and you shivered at the feel of his breath on your skin. His fingers dragged along the length of your arm and it somehow dragged a moan from deep within you.
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FanfictionA woman runs into her ex at a bar... all though technically, he wasn't her ex... because, technically, they weren't exclusively dating. At least that's what he said we she left - and technically, she didn't give a sh** about his technicalities.