Chapter Text
*Light Smut*
Character:
Briana (OC)
Ravi (Wonsik Kim)
“This is going to be the last time.”
I tell myself this yet again for the fifth time as I drive down the lonely highway to his house.
“He only calls to moisturize his dick with your pussy.” Again, I tell myself this for the millionth time; why do I keep going back to him?
Once I arrived, I made sure no one followed me; my hands shook from the cold air as I dialed his number.
‘Open the gate. I’m here.’ I tell him rolling up my car’s window. The slight creak notified me it had been a while since it was used. After parking in the garage, I stepped out of the car, pulling the long thick brown coat closer to me. The elevator doors open; just as I hit the lock for my car. He steps out and looks around. He smiles that adorable smile of his and comes over to grab my hand.
‘Bri, come on, let’s get inside. It’s cold out here. ’ He guides me into the dorm elevator. As the elevator starts its ascent to the fifth floor, I keep my head down. The urge to ask him how his day went is heavily laden on my tongue, but I fight the all-too-caring words down my throat and keep my mouth shut.
Soon enough, we’re greeted with the front door. Stepping inside, we removed our shoes, then proceeded to his room. I knew all too well what their home looked like; it was simple, five rooms, one and a half restrooms, and a kitchen with a gas stove. There’s hardwood flooring in all rooms except for the bedrooms. At one point, I saw him pick up a pair of boxers from the floor, muttering to himself, ‘Man, that’s embarrassing.’
Sighing, I thought to myself, “Why act all shy now? You haven’t been doing it this whole time.”
He opens the door to his shared room, allowing me to step in first before following suit.
‘All the members are out for the night.’ He says before going to rummage through a drawer for a condom.
I slowly unbuttoned the coat. The thought of running out of the room at full speed still laid heavily on my mind.
After laying the coat on the dresser, I stare at the closed door.
“Go! What are you waiting for?! Stop hurting yourself like this. You deserve better.” My personal demons fight against my better judgment. I know all too well right from wrong, but yet, I find myself laying on my stomach in the bed.
I don’t want to look at him; I’ll get greedy if I do.
Finally, he finds what he’s looking for and makes his way to the bed. Instead of getting undressed immediately like he always does, he stares at me, licking his lips.
‘Damn, you look sexy as hell.’ He says before quickly removing his clothes. I turn my head. I needed to gaze at him one last time.
Why do I feel like crying?
I scoot over in the bed to give him room. A million sparks fly as he kisses me; slowly, I start to lose my resolve. Tonight, his touches seem to linger on my skin; his kisses leave me in pure ecstasy.
What is this feeling?
He’s holding me like he never wants to let me go. No, it’s just my imagination.
He leaves hickey’s all around my neck and chest. Why is he doing something he never does?
As I run my fingertips across his toned six-pack, a moan escapes my lips. The light reflects off of his skin, making him look almost ethereal as he grips my thighs tighter. His kisses traveled back to my mouth, growing hungrier by each second. I feel him getting harder. His dick rubs against my clit; he’s driving me crazy. I never want him to stop. Soon enough, he lays me down and puts the condom on.
He kisses me, moaning inch by inch as he slides in—his tongue circles a hardened nipple before he takes one breast in his mouth. The sensation is almost too much to bear; I end up grabbing his head to pull him closer. He starts moving at a gradual yet powerful pace, kissing his way to the other breast and giving it the same treatment as the other.
‘Go faster!’ I moan. Wonsik’s not fucking me right now; he’s making love to me.
It’s…not right.
I love the way he’s kissing me. He’s holding me with such longing.
It’s addicting, so addicting .
Sweat gathers at our brow; our legs tangled in a mass of four, and our hearts beat as one.
I love him, and I can’t get enough of him.
Every time I think this will be it, I’m pulled back into his embrace.
He’s not fucking me into oblivion tonight; he’s… he’s making love to me.
It's...amazing.
‘Briana, I’m coming!’ he screams, and as he’s coming down from his high, he whispers into my ear three words I thought I would never hear from him: ‘I love you.’
“It’s not true! It’s not true! It’s not true!” I inwardly scream.
All this time, it has been casual sex. All this time, it was me who loved you. It was supposed to be only me, and even then, I was going to get over it myself.
He kisses me once more, repeating, ‘I love you.’
Tears stream down my face, and I tell him barely above a whisper…’ I...love you too.’
With this, I came holding onto his shoulders for support.
I can’t deny it any longer.
I love him, and I can’t get enough of him.