Work Text:
Give me the high that keeps me low
My only drug, my antidote
Feed my obsession, make it grow
You have control of me.
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You were cradling your office phone to your ear, biting down on your index knuckle. Your legs were spread under your oak desk, your skirt yanked up to your hips. Your coworker, Wooyoung, had his face buried between your plush thighs, his mouth working your cunt like it was his last meal.
You bit down on your finger so as not to moan out loud. The much older man on the other end of the line had no idea what was happening, and kept prattling on about an upcoming business venture. You were barely even listening as your free hand carded into Wooyoung’s longish, bright red hair. You tugged gently on his strands with every flick of his tongue that felt particularly sinful.
Then he pulled your clit between his teeth and sucked.
You slapped your hand over your mouth, narrowly avoiding the phone, and whimpered into your palm.
Wooyoung was going to be the death of you.
You could feel him smirking against your cunt as you cleared your throat.
“Yes, M-Mr. Robinson,” you stammered out. “I believe we can make that work. Please, just email me the details…”
Mr. Robinson continued with his currently nonsensical business jargon while Wooyoung licked you cunt to clit. You bit your lip, the need to scream overwhelming. God, you wanted to cum.
No. You needed it.
Wooyoung nosed your clit as his tongue slipped between your folds. Your finger was nearly bleeding, you were biting down on it so hard.
“Mr. Robinson,” you cut the man off. “I’m afraid I have an emergency that has come up. May I speak with you more on the matter at a later date?”
You barely got an affirmation from him before you slammed your phone down. Both of your hands dove into Wooyoung’s hair, pulling him up. He wiped his glistening smug face on the back of his hand.
“What’s wrong?” he smirked. “You seem a little distracted.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. One wouldn’t have really mattered anyway. He pulled you to your feet and spun you. He hiked you up onto the desk, stepping between your spread legs. He palmed himself over his tight black pants with a sharp hiss before reaching for his zipper.
You reached out, shaky fingers popping the buttons on his pale gray shirt. He’d thrown his tie over his shoulder and out of the way. But you needed access to his chest.
Wooyoung gave a slight chuckle when you managed the last button and slid the seams apart, exposing his defined chest. The sound you made was down right pornographic, your nails tracing down from his clavicles, over the swells of his pecs, to graze his nipples. Wooyoung leaned into the touch as he pulled himself from the confines of his pants.
Your hand slid to wrap around his hardened shaft, giving it a stroke. Wooyoung tsked, wrapping his hand around yours. Together, you aligned his cock with your molten core. Wooyoung pressed into you in one fluid motion. Your liquid heat made the glide almost effortless. Wooyoung swore as he bottomed out.
“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned, pulling back only to buck back into you. One of his hands slid from your thighs up your form and cupped your breast. Wooyoung used the new grip to steady his pace.
And it was brutal.
He slammed into you repeatedly, knocking miscellaneous items from your desk. Coworkers passed by your glass office, none of them noticing as your pussy was being absolutely obliterated.
Something suddenly tickled your nose and down the column of your throat. Glancing up through hooded, hazy eyes, you found Wooyoung held a feather. He was teasing you with it. You had no idea where it came from.
Dropping the feather, he pounded into you with renewed vigor. Even in the confines of your bra, your breasts violently shook. Wooyoung let out an appreciative hum, his breath never faltering.
He took you hard and fast like it was an every day sport.
A sudden, shrill alarm startled you. There must be a fire in the building. Regretfully, you pushed against Wooyoung’s chest.
“The fire alarm,” you breathed hard. Wooyoung didn’t seem to notice. His hips continued to move against yours. He removed his hand from your breast, bringing the pad of his thumb to your mouth. You willingly opened, sucking the digit.
The alarm still blared.
Wooyoung slipped his thumb between your legs, rubbing circles against your swollen clit. Your back arched off the oak.
“Oh fuck,” you moaned. You were on the verge of an orgasm. You could feel the tight pull in your belly, ready to spill over. You just needed a bit more.
The alarm was suddenly deafening.
You woke, nearly falling from your bed. You were panting and exhausted. You slapped at your phone, killing the shrill alarm. Your cat jumped down to the floor with an annoyed hiss.
It had been a dream.
Just a fucking dream.
One that left your panties ruined and your sheets twisted.
Flopping back onto your pillows you let out a whiny sigh.
This was going to make work fun.
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You arrived at work early, fisting two extra large cups of coffee. After the night you had had, you would be needing both of them. Wooyoung intercepted you. Fortunately, you had caked on foundation, anticipating your inability to control your blushing around him.
Wooyoung was a handsome man in his late twenties. Women lusted over his shiny red hair, his deep, asymmetrical eyes, and his cheeky grins. You appreciated the long line of his jaw, the way his plush lips moved as he spoke, and his delightfully pert ass. His sense of humor was just an added bonus.
He looked every bit the model as he stood before you in a navy dress suit and light blue button up. A narrow blue tie with a small pattern adorned his neck. While he had multiple piercings, he opted to keep his earrings off in the work place. Just like he kept his ink hidden. You had captured the hint of a tattoo only once, on his arm.
He had gelled back his hair today, and if you weren’t mistaken, smudged a bit of eyeliner under his eyes. They popped from a distance, only enhancing how good he looked. You couldn’t help your wistful sigh.
“Hey,” he sidled up to you, eyeing your dual cups of coffee. “Long night?”
“You have no idea,” you groaned, taking a large sip from one of the cups. Sugar dumped into your veins.
“Boss needs the presentation in ten.”
“I can be ready by ten,” you replied, distracted as you stepped into your office. You flushed at the sight of your desk but placed your cups down by your monitors.
“No, he meant in ten minutes,” Wooyoung eyed you skeptically.
“Fuck!” you blurted out. You quickly transferred your presentation to a hard drive and headed to your boss’s office. Wooyoung was hot on your heels with his iPad.
Your delivery about the company’s upcoming acquisition went off without a hitch. Wooyoung occasionally took notes as your boss popped off questions. You answered them with ease, even though you could feel Wooyoung’s eyes on you. Your nipples stubbornly stiffened in your (thankfully) padded bra at the attention.
You yawned as you returned to your office, grabbing one of your cups to microwave. The coffee would be stone cold by now. Wooyoung followed you, asking a few more questions regarding the project. You answered him as best as you could, promising to get him the rest in an email as soon as you got back to your desk. You were doing your best not to imagine stripping his suit off of him with your teeth.
Wooyoung gave you a blinding smile and slipped off to his own office.
It was fixing to be a long ass day.
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Your dress was scrunched up around your waist as Wooyoung held you up by your thighs. His strong arms took the brunt of your weight as he pistoned his cock up into you, your back pressed against a bathroom stall. His pacing was relentless, leaving you out of breath. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you held on for the ride. The position had his groin pressing against your clit with every snap of his hips. He alternated between delving into your mouth and sucking on any bare flesh he could reach.
He was barely breaking a sweat.
The cool of the stall helped ground you, but you were beginning to feel a bit light headed. The constant assault on your core had you clenching, causing Wooyoung to suck air in through his teeth.
“Fuck. Look at how good you take me, baby,” he groaned, looking down to where you were joined.
The bathroom door opened, and Wooyoung clamped a large hand over your quivering mouth. His hips never let up. The other person who joined you in the restroom didn’t seem to notice what was happening, even as metal squeaked under your weight.
Wooyoung shifted slightly, his eyes meeting yours. They lit up with mischief. He slightly changed the position of his hips, allowing more of your weight to drop down on to him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You nipped at his hand, spilling over your precarious edge around his throbbing cock. Wooyoung groaned your name into your hair as he filled you. The mystery patron remained oblivious.
Your eyes shot open. You were in your bedroom in your queen sized bed, alone and drenched in sweat.
It had all been another dream.
You were so fucking tired.
But so fucking aroused.
Slipping a hand into your nightstand, you pulled out your vibrator and set to work fixing your current issue.
3AM be damned.
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Wooyoung met you on the elevator the next day at work. He glanced at you, mildly concerned, as you carried two coffees again. He looked crisp in black slacks and a maroon shirt.
“Second day in a row,” he noted, nodding at the cups. “Everything okay?”
“No,” you unintentionally snapped. “Sorry. I haven’t been sleeping.”
Wooyoung nudged you playfully. “Try getting laid. It’s great for getting rest.”
Your eyes narrowed on him.
“Thanks,” you replied, sarcastically. “I will keep that in mind.”
Wooyoung shrugged with a smirk as you both stepped off of the elevator. He gave you a small, cheeky wink. “Just a suggestion.”
You glared at the back of his perfect head as he walked toward his office.
Today was fixing to suck as well.
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That night you took three Benadryl, hoping it would help you have sleepless dreams, as it usually did. Luck was not favoring you.
You slipped into REM cycle and immediately your brain went to work.
Wooyoung had you all fours in the back of his car. He had pushed your work pants and your lace panties down your thighs. He held the hem of his shirt up in his mouth as he decimated your pussy. His hard cock throbbed with every thrust into you. The angle had him repeatedly hitting the bundle of nerves deep inside you. You saw stars as you pressed your hands against the cool glass of the car, steadying yourself. The windows were already fogging up.
Wooyoung’s fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you back onto himself.
“You always take me so good,” he praised with a pointed snap. A hand sneaked around your waist, dipping between your legs. Wooyoung gathered slick onto two fingers and began stroking your clit in time with his pelvic sorcery. Before long you were screaming, your cunt choking the cum out of him. Wooyoung emptied into you with his own yell, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
A clap of thunder woke you with a gasp. You were soaked in sweat and so fucking close to coming. You threw your blankets off of you, trying to remember how to pull air into your lungs.
Though you lived alone (minus your cat), you felt as though someone was watching you.
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The persistent torment of sex dreams went on for over a month.
Wooyoung took you, bent over a bathroom sink at a local bar. He held you by your throat, making you watch in the mirror as he made you come undone. The lack of oxygen and the sexiness of the sight before you had cum leaking down your thighs like tears.
You dreamed of a plush bed, and straddling his gorgeous legs. You rode him into the mattress, your thighs quaking as you both came screaming each other’s names.
Wooyoung didn’t stop. Even after coming, he remained hard, burying himself inside of you, forcing you to keep bouncing until you collapsed against him. Then he planted his feet into the bed and slammed up into you. You screamed again. The frame gave way, collapsing under the colossal strain you had put on it.
Another time he had you splayed on the hood of a car on the side of the highway. Hundreds of people passed you as he fucked between your wide open legs. No one stopped or even honked. It was like you were invisible. But not to Wooyoung. He worshiped you with his eyes, his hands, his mouth, and his cock.
You came against the hard metal, moaning into his mouth.
“So perfect for me, baby.”
You dreamed that he took you on the giant sofa that adorned up to half of your boss’s office. The teal velvet felt heavenly against your legs as you moved in his lap, your nails scratching down his chest almost hard enough to draw blood. Wooyoung hissed, his hips snapping into you even harder. You came with your hair being pulled, his lips suckling at your throat as he emptied into you.
Hot water cascaded over you as Wooyoung pinned you to the slick tile walls of the shower. He lifted a thigh around his hips, sliding into you with ease. The conditioner made for a wonderful lubricant. You gasped as he hit deep inside of you, the blunt head of his cock a delicious drag. You canted your hips just so, allowing him even deeper access. He buried his face in your neck, moaning loudly as each of you fell apart.
Real life Wooyoung had you doing double takes. Was him walking into your office another prelude to a debauched romp on your desk? In the stopped elevator? Against your transparent glass door?
Wooyoung cleared his throat. You blinked rapidly, your eyes dry from having stared for so long. He set a full coffee mug before you. Steam was wisping from the milky substance.
“What can I help you with?” you asked, trying to sound calm but also not yawn. God, you were exhausted.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Wooyoung took a seat across from you. “You seem really out of it lately.”
Even through layers of make up, Wooyoung had noticed. Your dark, gaunt eyes. Your thinning face. The copious amounts of coffee. The way you would doze off in meetings or at your computer.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I haven’t been sleeping well. I fear it’s catching up.”
“I would say,” he leaned back with a chuckle. “I’ve been running interference on your emails. You sent “orgasm” instead of “organism” to Mr. Robinson two days ago. Today, you sent the boss an overtly sexual message. I don’t even think you meant to, but…”
“Oh god, kill me,” you dropped your head onto your desk. “I’m going to get fired.”
“You won’t get fired.” Wooyoung stood and rounded your desk. Your heartbeat hitched. Was he going to–?
A hand reached out, tightening your earring.
“That was about to fall out,” he whispered. His touch almost burned.
You dreaded tonight.
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Your dreams began to more debauched, if possible.
There was a club packed full of writhing bodies as music thrummed through the room. People were indecently grinding, but nothing compared to the two of you. Wooyoung had managed to shift your tight lycra skirt up and ripped your tights. He bent your hips ever so slightly, pushing into you with one go. He worked into you in time with the beat, until finally he lost his rhythm. He bent you further, gripping your neck tight. He squeezed lightly as he pulled you back onto him. His roar was almost enough to hear over the music as he came into you, hot and hard.
You were both at a party, with Wooyoung’s pants around his knees, his legs spread. You were enthusiastically bobbing your head on his cock as people moved around you. No one paid you any mind. He tasted salty with a hint of whiskey as he came down your throat. Then he bent you over the back of the couch, demanding that party goers watch your undoing. You were thoroughly embarrassed, but that didn’t stop you from coming multiple times in front of guests.
“Good girl,” he mumbled against your ear.
Another Benadryl haze had you dreaming you were in a stunning wedding gown. Wooyoung ripped the bodice, exposing your perky breasts. He didn’t have the patience to work your skirt off, so he dragged the material up your thighs and out of the way. A garter belt sat on the meat of your thigh. Wooyoung tugged it off with his teeth. He barely had his clothes off before he pounced you. He mouthed at your breasts as he buried himself to the hilt. He promised to put a baby in you as he filled you over and over.
Finally, awake you couldn’t take anymore. You were dozing off at your desk, feeling like the life was being drained from you. You called in sick, stumbling into an Urgent Care.
“Your labs look normal, except for a little dehydration,” the doctor informed you as he reviewed your chart. “You probably just have the flu. It's been going around. Take a few days off to rest.”
Rest.
Like you hadn't been trying.
You called out of work like your doctor suggested. It was something you never did. Around noon Wooyoung shot you a text.
Woo: you okay?
Woo: boss said you were sick
You groaned into your pillow. Sick wasn’t the half of it.
You felt like you were actually dying.
You: i’ll be ok
You: just a touch of the flu
You: was told to rest
There was a brief period with no response so you set your phone down. You tossed and turned, comfort not coming easily. You were almost in a daze when your phone buzzed by your head.
Woo: feel better
Woo: sweet dreams :)
You let out a humourless laugh. Your dreams had been anything but sweet.
Fortunately, you managed to sleep most of that day and through the night without incident. The next night, your brain was back in sexual torment hell.
Wooyoung laid back on his desk, bare ass naked. You straddled his face, sitting in place as he tongue fucked you. You came in his mouth, his fingers digging so hard into your thighs that he left half moon marks, before he nudged you downward, impaling you on his aching cock. Your boss walked by without noticing you, even though you were yelling out Wooyoung's name in sheer, exquisite bliss. The entire work day was full of new ways to fulfill Wooyoung’s needs of you.
A sudden autumn shower found you both caught in the rain. Wooyoung had you against a set of school bleachers. You could barely hold on to the slippery bars to hold yourself up. Wooyoung hand worked your pants down to your knees, pulled your panties to the side and had slid into you. Thunder clapped like hips did against your flesh.
The medieval pirate ship was falling apart around you as cannon fire blasted chunks from her. Neither of you paid the carnage any mind. Wooyoung was atop you on a small cot, one leg hiked over his shoulder. His hips slapped loudly against yours as the taste of gun powder filled the air.
“You’re always so good for me when I need you.”
A probable seedy hotel found you bound to a bed, a gag in your mouth. It barely hindered the delicious moans spilling around it.
Wooyoung pulled your bindings taut as he railed into you from behind. A finger slipped into your ass, causing your eyes to roll, your words a guess as they poured from your mouth around the toy you held between your teeth.
A cab ride had you straddling him again. You were grinding in his lap as he held you against him. The cab driver occasionally glanced back at you, but neither of you paid him any mind. You merely kept handing him cash to keep driving, anywhere. You moaned loudly through your blinding orgasm, as Wooyoung pressed your face into the seat and came inside you.
“Perfect, so fucking perfect,” his voice was silk.
Another long couch in an apartment had you on your back, with Wooyoung between your legs. He had been leisurely sliding his cock in and out of you when he suddenly stopped.
Fingers buried themselves in your soaking pussy, only to pull out and press further down. You gasped as he breached your hole, his eyes watching yours for distress. Your ass fluttered around his digits, until Wooyoung had you spread enough to take him. Spitting into his hand, he lathered his cock and slid into your puckering hole. Your back arched off the couch out of slight pain and the sudden intrusion.
Wooyoung shushed you until you acclimated, kissing the tears from your cheeks. Eventually you were begging him to move. He filled your ass for the first time that night, but not the last.
“You were made for me.”
Wooyoung met you in the breakroom with something hidden behind his back. Before you could inquire, he pulled a large, veiny dildo forward and adhered it to the refrigerator next to you. He told you to bend over and fuck the toy while he watched. If you refused, he would call in your coworkers so you could put on a show for the entire office. You lowered your dress pants and panties to your knees before bending before the refrigerator. Wooyoung spit onto the toy before easing the silicone into you. He watched with dark eyes as you rode the door hard. He began palming himself over his slacks.
“So obedient,” he praised. He reached out and squeezed your jaw, forcing your lips open. He pulled his cock from his pants and pressed into your mouth as you worked the thick silicone behind you. Cum dripped down your legs and Wooyoung spilled into the back of your throat.
Another morning, you were mid report for a new acquisition when he entered your office, iPad in hand. Wooyoung sat the tablet on the edge of your desk and pulled you to your feet. He propped you up so that you were sitting on the desk’s edge. He took your button up shirt in hand and ripped the material, sending buttons scattering all over the floor. He mouthed at your breasts and teased your nipples with his fingers until he was leaking into his pants. He forced you onto your knees and told you to sit on your feet. He pulled his cock out and began vigorously stroking. His moans echoed off the glass office walls. You tightened your arms, pressing your breasts together. Wooyoung came with a moan, his load splattering your chin and coating your tits. Then he walked out of the office leaving you a soaking mess.
He brought the dildo out from his desk and placed it on your desktop. He stripped you of your clothing and made you mount the lubed up, silicone toy. He clamped your nipples with office supplies as you bounced on the fake cock. Tears streaked your face as your hips moved. Wooyoung came up behind you and gently pressed on your spine. You bent over at the waist slightly as you heard him unzip his pants behind you. He roughly thrust into your ass, bouncing you in tandem with the toy that filled you. He filled your ass as you screamed, your coupling noises loud enough to rattle the glass of the room.
“God damn, you're perfect.”
Your breasts were pressed against cold glass as Wooyoung suckled the thin flesh of your throat. He held your neck craned by your hair as he rutted against your ass. Suddenly, your back was pinned against the glass pane as Wooyoung took you against a penthouse window. Had you not been hundreds of floors up, anyone could have seen you. He filled your belly with load after load until your voice was hoarse.
A fancy, bustling restaurant saw you sitting in Wooyoung’s lap. He had his fingers up your summer dress, buried in your tight heat, his mouth lapping at your exposed breasts. He eventually pinned you to the table and ate you like you were the best course on the menu. Then he slid his pants down and took you hard enough that condiments and menus went flying. Your drinks spilled, dousing your hair. You were a sticky, cum filled mess.
You loved every second of it.
“So fucking beautiful.”
A vivid dream of him fingering you against your apartment door had you spasming around his long digits. He was whispering the filthy things he intended to do to you when your eyes snapped open.
That’s when you saw him.
He stood next to your bed, his eyes and a scattering of detailed tribal tattoos on his skin glowing brilliant blue.
You nearly screamed, as you tried backing away in tangled bedding. Wooyoung was faster than you.The blue quickly began to subside as he clamped a hand over your mouth, the other coming up to pin your hands above your head so you couldn't fight him.
“I’m sorry!” he apologized, loudly. “Please, don’t scream. Can you do that for me?”
You nodded against his hand, though your eyes remained wide. He was back to looking like the Wooyoung you had always known.
Or thought you did.
“What are you?” you whispered. Tears prickled at your eyes. You were tired to your marrow and now hallucinating. Maybe you should go to a hospital.
“You’re not crazy,” Wooyoung sighed, as if reading your mind. He brushed locks of hair away from your sweaty face. “I’m an incubus.”
You blinked.
Then blinked again.
“A sex demon?” you quipped, unbelievingly. Wooyoung released your hands and took a seat next to you with a defeated groan.
“I hate that title,” he complained. You were so used to seeing him in dress clothes (or various states of undress) that it took you a minute to truly observe him. He wore loose basketball shorts and a Chrome Hearts t-shirt. Silver graced his ears for a change.
He looked normal.
He looked…human.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I needed to feed. And you are such a delicious target.”
“Me?” you sounded incredulous. Wooyoung looked surprised.
“Of course you. Your imagination is rich,” he smiled to himself. “I picked your scent up a couple of months ago. I tried resisting you, but I just couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have you.”
You felt yourself flush. While your job was in business, your love was in writing. Maybe that’s where all of your fantasies had come from.
That and a sex drought.
You sat up in bed, hugging your knees to your chest. You thought about what Wooyoung had said. You were a great food source, and it wasn’t not doing something for you.
“We need to establish rules,” you said suddenly. Wooyoung’s curious face looked up at you. “You have to let me rest sometimes. Seriously rest. And fund my coffee needs.”
Wooyoung laughed. “I think I can manage that.”
“I’m serious. I need sleep.”
“I know,” he let out another sigh. “I’ve been overdoing it. You're just so…”
“Just so what?” you pushed.
“Tasty,” he answered. You shivered, and not in a good way.
“Never describe me as that again, yeah?”
Wooyoung flushed but nodded. “Sorry.”
“And quit apologizing, for fuck sake,” you were almost smiling.
Everything in your brain told you to run, but your heart was telling you that Wooyoung would never intentionally hurt you. Even if he had been draining your life force. It was a by-product of his nature.
“The way I feed, it can kill you if I’m not careful. But I have a proposition for you.”
“Go on,” you prodded, twirling with a loose thread on your bed.
“Let me take you on dates. Do things that make you happy. That will replenish you so that I don’t accidentally take too much.”
You contemplated his offer. He looked earnest.
“Deal.”
“Really?” he lit up, his normal brown boba eyes turning a shade of cyan again.
“Simmer down,” you teased. “And yes, really.”
Your cat hissed from the floor. Wooyoung glared at her.
“Your cat has tried waking you a few times from my…feastings. So you may have experienced weird sensations in your dreams.”
“Yeah, she doesn’t seem to like you much,” you noted. Wooyoung shifted focus from the perturbed feline.
“So what do you like to do for fun?” he twisted onto the bed, pulling a leg up against your foot. Your skin tingled where he touched you. You weren’t sure if that was him being an incubus or your hormones going into over drive.
“Dinner, movies, mini golf, the art museum, cat cafes, stuff like that,” you mused. You could talk his ear off all night about the things you liked. “What do you like?”
Wooyoung looked a bit perplexed.
“I…I don’t fully know.” He was frowning now, seemingly sad. “It’s always just been work and about finding food.”
“Have you ever killed anyone before?” you asked. You needed to know before this went further. Wooyoung’s eyes widened.
“No!” he nearly yelped. “I have friends who have pushed it too far, but I never have.”
You nodded, holding out your hand. Wooyoung took it into his warm one. You gave him a gentle shake.
“Let’s keep it that way.”
The tingle from your foot touching had transferred to where your hands met. It was suddenly apparent to you that it was your desire bleeding through.
“There’s something else I like,” your lips upturned into a grin. “Actual sex.”
“Is that so?” his eyes turned to sapphires as he crawled up the bed toward you. “What do you say we explore that interest now?”
You pulled Wooyoung down on top of you, your lips colliding. Clothes disappeared, scattering around the room. Soon, he was between your legs. He pressed against your entrance, hesitating.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, his restraint barely holding. You rolled your hips, taking in the tip of him. Wooyoung pressed into you with a groan.
“Positive,” you moaned, your hands grabbing hold of his perfect ass like you had always wanted to do.
When he fucked you this time, he left evidence. Bruises on your neck and hips. Love bite marks along your torso and thighs. A soreness between your legs.
A place in your heart.
Never in your years in St. Louis had you thought you would meet an incubus.
But if nothing else, it was the Show-Me State.