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poursomesunaonme · 3 years ago

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the suburbs

pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader

summary: you sink into a dismally monotonous life in a never-ending sprawl of cookie-cutter houses before a handsome ravenette waltzes into your life and sparks something in you that you’ve never experienced

word count: 3.4k

authors note: had to take a break from working on the series and crank out a little levi thirst hehe. trying out a different tense so excuse any semblance of illiteracy lmao i’ve been experimenting a lot

content warnings: minors do not interact, modern au, my personal critique of the idea of suburbia, a little angsty, alcohol, cheating, fingering, switch!levi, switch!reader, i guess orgasm denial?, creampie, cute lil sleepy levi i can’t

song inspo: the suburbs by arcade fire

the neatly trimmed lawns and the pretty picket fences were starting to make you sick. the monotony of the suburbs was exhausting; when every day was the same, each interaction was shallower than the last, each night dragging on longer as the months progressed, you found yourself sinking into quicksand.

it had been a few months since you and your husband moved there to escape the busy city life; however, after just a few weeks, you craved anything but the repetitive scenery. you were just a housewife, cooking dinner for a corporate husband who was always so disconnected from you, who couldn’t mutter even a few words to you at the dinner table before going up to bed.

the sheer sprawl of the suburbs was so vast that not even a drive could clear your mind; the cookie cutter houses were all that you could see. happy families with children, content with their boring lives, with their fates of insipidity, were always crowding your peripheral.

the house parties you attended were the worst, but who could refuse free booze? certainly not a bored housewife such as yourself. you made your fake friends, smiled your fake smiles, and drank your fake happiness away.

but something had begun to change.

there was one specific ornament at one party that jolted you from a life of anonymity.

and that’s why you’re here tonight, enjoying a glass of wine underneath your pergola, with lights strung all around. the chilly night air threatened to spread gooseflesh across your body; you were only wearing a thin nightdress and a light shawl. a scary calm was settled over you as you laid across the patio furniture, stretching your legs across the cushions.

you sip your wine at the sound of the back door opening, at your man coming to meet you. when he sits down at your feet, you see that he had already poured a glass of wine for himself from your kitchen. you chuckle at the familiarity between the two of you. you drag yourself up from your lounging position to scoot closer to him.

“tough day at work?” you gesture to his glass of wine with your own. he only grunts before sipping the drink, pressing his lips together as he relishes in the bitterness. you watch the column of his throat as he swallows, the jump of his adam’s apple enthralling you with each movement.

“same old,” he mutters. he crosses one leg over the other, resting an ankle on his knee, before turning to you. his arm settles on the back of the couch as he leans forward slightly. the feeling of his warm breath ghosts over your knuckles as you nurse your drink. “and you?”

“well,” you begin with a huffing sigh. “i got up this morning - late of course, because what’s there to do while the mommy bloggers are taking their kids to school like the saints they are.”

he lets out a chuckle at your antics. it’s refreshing, to be paid attention to, after months and months of neglect. you were beginning to descend into madness, being alone so often. being left unsatisfied for so long.

“and then, i made myself a nice lunch of salad and wine-“

“wine with lunch?” he scoffs. “that’s something new.”

“it’s five o’clock somewhere, levi,” you jab at him, taking a sip to prove your point. “and then i wandered around the house, rearranged some decorations-“ you bat your eyelashes at him at the suggestiveness your tone takes on. “-got to know myself a little better. and here we are.”

his breathing nearly stops at your innuendo, but he’s good at hiding his reactions; yet you know him well enough by now to see how his eyes widen, then quickly narrow to their original blank stare. his cold stare pierces yours as his free hand drifts to your thigh, the chill of his fingers sending shivers up your spine.

“sounds like an eventful day for a housewife like you,” levi comments, his hand drifting higher. you let the contact continue, watching as his eyes darkened with lust. you don’t want to make a move just yet. something about a genuine conversation revived you from a point of death you didn’t know you’d experienced.

“you can say that again.” your head tilts back as you study the faint twinkling of stars in the sky above. the view is so polluted by light that you can only make out a few of the celestial bodies. “can’t even see the stars out here.”

“can hardly see ‘em anywhere nowadays,” is all that comes from his mouth before he removes his hand, getting your message. your eyes close as you listen to the sound of him drinking. your cheeks have already started to flush, with this being your third glass of wine. you tilt your head to the side to see him studying you. he doesn’t shrink away from your gaze.

“what brought you out here, levi?”

your question draws a bitter laugh from the ravenette. he breaks your eye contact to gaze up at the sky like you were just doing, and it’s your turn to study him like he did you.

“my wife wanted to join a community,” he muttered. the glint of his wedding ring painfully caught your eye as he fiddled with it with his thumb; you couldn’t help but steal a glance at your own. “i knew she was unhappy. thought that the move would help us, but it just cast us further from each other.”

you knew of his wife, with her being at the top of the food chain in this suburb. she hosted nearly every event, dominated every organization. everyone in the neighborhood ate from the palm of her hand. she was nice, sure, but in your eyes, she was the epitome of everything you hated about living here.

“you?”

his question jolts you from your thoughts as you absentmindedly swirl your wine in the glass before taking a sip, finishing it off. his gaze is on you again, burning straight through your lead bones.

“my husband didn’t want to be in the city anymore. he thought settling into a place like this would give me more things to do. but it’s really just a prison. i feel like i might pull a woman in the wallpaper any day now.”

levi nods thoughtfully before gulping down the rest of his wine. you watch as his soft hair grazes his forehead before falling back to his eyes when his head tilts back down. your heart is racing, the pace picking up before you could start to calm yourself down.

“more?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from the pull of your body to his. he nods, mirroring you as you stand to go inside. your face reddens at the prospect of what was going to happen. you knew the second that you texted him to come over.

“so, where’s matt?” he asks once the two of you had settled on the couch, warmed by the light of the fireplace, with two replenished glasses. you think the question is silly, but answer it anyway.

“on a business trip to new york. he’s gone for a week and a half. left this morning and didn’t even bother to say goodbye.” you pause, waiting for him to respond, but he doesn’t. “how’d you evade natalie?”

“she’s with leigh for her bachelorette trip. ‘third time’s the charm!’”

his chipper impression of the woman he referenced nearly sends you snorting wine from your nose. you struggle to swallow the mouthful you have before the laughter leaves your lips. levi wears a soft smile on his face, adoring the sound of your genuine amusement.

“ah, well, sounds like it’ll be quite the week for the two of us,” you sigh. you barely control your limbs as you lift your body from the couch to settle in next to him. he makes room for you without a word, letting you nestle against his side, his arm draped around you. the two of you stare into the fire for a few moments before he asks you a question.

“are you happy, y/n?”

the question elicits a harsh laugh. “can’t remember the last time i was.”

“me neither.”

you sit up slightly, turning your head towards him. your noses brush together, your body igniting with a fire at the minute contact. your mouth hangs open slightly, gazing at his soft lips that the pungent smell of red wine wafts from. your body gently pulls back, taking in the full few of his face.

the first time you saw him, he was standing next to his wife at the first party you attended at their house. it was thrown for you and your husband specifically, to celebrate your move into the neighborhood and the addition of the two of you into the “family.” it was all fake smiles and disingenuous conversations until you met levi at the bar.

his blunt honesty and dry humor had instantly intrigued you, instantly lifted you from the pit of idleness you had sunken into so quickly. he was the only thing that kept you in good standing with the homeowner’s association, the only thing that kept you going to parties to stay acquainted with the right women to prevent you from becoming the black sheep you felt like you already were.

he was the only thing that allowed you to roll out of bed in the morning, the only interesting thing about your otherwise painfully bland life here. each touch of a hand, each stolen kiss, each indulgence in each other’s company; it was the branch you were grasping to save you from sinking further into the quicksand.

“i lied,” you blurt before quickly gulping down the rest of your wine. “i like being with you.”

your chest rises and falls rapidly at the way his face doesn’t change. he’s thinking hard, carefully piecing together the words that are going to come from his mouth. his mouth. you don’t want to interrupt what he’s about to say, but it’s taking everything in you not to lean into him and seal your fates with a kiss. something passes over his features quickly before he drains his glass, setting it on the table. you follow suit, the clinking echoing throughout your painfully empty house.

“i’m happy with you too,” is all that he can get out before your body collides with his in a flurry. your lips slot together like they were molded for each other, your sighs harmonizing as his arms slide around your waist to pull you closer to him. your eyes are squeezed shut, drinking in the moment that you know is going to be your divine revival and inevitable downfall.

you pull back, murmuring something about going upstairs, grabbing levi’s hand to drag him along behind you. your bare feet float across the cold floor, up the stairs, into your bedroom. your heart is simply soaring at the happy intrusion that the man was in your life.

he doesn’t even bother to close the door behind the two of you before you’re ripping each other’s clothes off. your mind is a bit hazy with all the alcohol you’d ingested, but you thank your stars for your semi-high tolerance - you wanted to remember this night. the buttery softness of his lips meet yours before you can take a breath, his naked body nudging you towards the unmade bed.

the two of you collapse on the mattress, bodies already tangled together. his tongue is exploring your mouth, taking the time to map the areas he hadn’t experienced before. your hands are mapping the skin of his back, gliding over the taut muscles, relishing in the heavy breaths he’s pumping into your mouth.

you’re painfully aware of how his tip is nearly nestled in between your folds, just barely poking through, only millimeters away from where you need him most. you buck your hips feebly, beginning to feel feverish and hazy from the intensity in which he’s ravishing you.

he notices your movement, and without a word, obliges. he briefly breaks the contact between your lips, holding eye contact with you as he draws his pointer and middle fingers to his mouth. that’s where you can’t bear to study the blue depths of his eyes. you have to watch as his fingers slip into his mouth, how his tongue deftly slides around them, coating them in copious amounts of saliva.

you’re practically drooling when he removes them, watching the spit that dribbles down from his lithe fingers. he’s quick with his method, not wanting to keep you waiting longer for something you’ve talked about for weeks. his lips slot against yours once against as his fingers part the curtain of your folds. you whine weakly as he strokes a line from your leaking hole to your needy clit.

“let me take care of you,” he murmurs, before sliding his fingers in, giving a few tentative pumps before they glide over your sweet spot. you gasp, surprised at the fact that he was able to find it so quickly. he heeds your ministrations, rubbing the spot with scary accuracy. simultaneously, his thumb is rubbing delicious circles on your clit.

his lips are on your neck now, his breathing heavy. your whole body is tingling, fueled by the alcohol and excitement that are controlling your every move. your boring life seems so far away now; you’ve never been so engaged in a moment, not in a long time.

as you’re grinding your hips on levi’s fingers, you can’t help but cringe at the fact that in just these few moments, levi’s given you more pleasure than your husband ever had.

and with that sentiment, any other intrusive thought of the man you’re married to is gone.

there’s a coil of energy forming in your belly, a tension building up that tells you that you’re getting close to a release that you’ll never forget. your eyes roll back into your head as levi twists his fingers in a way that elicits a fresh gush of arousal from your weeping cunt. he sighs heavily at your divinely responsive body, lips meeting yours once again.

your teeth flash and bump together, demonstrating the sheer neediness that both of you are harboring. all you want is to be closer, to be even more tangled, to be even more enthralled with each other that you already are. the sweat begins to glisten on your foreheads as you open your eyes to take in the sweet scrunch of levi’s face as he tries not to bust before he gets in you.

“i’m close, levi,” you sigh into his mouth. with that, he pulls his fingers out of you, quickly replacing them with his cock. a breath seethes between your teeth as your walls scream with the stretch of him. his lips attach to your nipple, sucking at the perked bud to make your assimilation easier. it works like a charm, with a fresh flow of arousal coating his precum-soaked dick with even more lube than it needed.

he begins to thrust into you, slow and sensuous at first. in tandem with his tongue on your breasts, you’re instantly transported to a bliss you’ve never known. soft moans fall from your lips, your head lolling aimlessly into the pillows. his groaning into your skin only multiplies your pleasure. your nails are digging into his back, leaving pink trails telling of your sins.

“god, you feel amazing,” he whispers, unlatching his lips from your nipple before enveloping your mouth with his. he catches all of your whimpers, swallows them down deep into his soul, relishing in the taste of your gratification. you’re clamping down around him, wrapping your legs around his waist and crossing them at the ankles to pull him in deeper, physically begging him to never go, to never leave you sink into the quicksand again.

tears form in your eyes as he picks up his pace, both brushing against your sweet spot and hitting your cervix at the same time. he still drinks in your sounds, contributing his own, making a melody you’ll savor for the rest of your days. his hands have begun to wander, to palm at your breasts like a starved man, to rub at your clit to maximize your pleasure. you want your face to burn with shame at the lewd sounds that are coming from where your bodies are permanently joined, but your body is only flushed with the heat of arousal.

you don’t know what takes over you when your arms yank his body to the side, catching him completely off balance. you don’t know what takes over you as your legs spread to kneel around his muscled thighs. you don’t know what takes over you while you’re impaling yourself on his cock and beginning to bounce on it with a ferocity that’s never before possessed your body.

your eyes travel down to levi’s, surprise still alight within them. but at the breathless smile that illuminates his hardened features, you know that he doesn’t mind the position change one bit. in fact, his hands are already traveling to worship your body, to cup your breasts, to stimulate your clit.

“beautiful,” is the only word he can breathe over and over again as the orgasm approaches you both - the one that was exponentially intensified within you when levi denied it. your entire body is in flames as you desperately begin to grind on his cock, relishing in the moans that fly from his lips at the change of pace.

his fingers are in a flurry on your body, tweaking and pulling on your nipples, rubbing and pinching your clit; your mind is so hazy that you don’t know when your body begins and his ends. with the overwhelming stimulation, your orgasm hits you harder than you expected.

“levi, ‘m cumming,” you manage to force out before the crest of pleasure hits you like a tidal wave. you hadn’t had a fulfilling climax in years, so the force of this one is enough to render your body useless. levi chokes out a moan at the pressure your cunt imposes on his throbbing cock, hands flying to your hips to lift you slightly as he begins to thrust into you.

the force at which his hips snap into yours sends you careening forward, just barely catching yourself before smacking right into levi’s face. your moans are swallowed up by his lips on yours, messily entangling your tongues as your orgasm ebbs away. you begin to feebly grind on him again, adjusting your movements to maximize his pleasure.

you let out a cry as his arms wrap around your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him. he ruts his hips into you at an unrelenting pace, knocking into your cervix with a ferocity that nearly has you in tears. his cock is twitching uncontrollably now, a telltale sign that he’s on the edge.

you muster up all your energy one last time to contract your walls around him, smiling as he lets out a shuddering breath. his cum shoots in thick ropes into you, his thrusts becoming sporadic. his kisses are simply animalistic; he’s biting and sucking on your lips until they’re blue, tongue harshly prodding the inside of your mouth. you didn’t realize that his amount of pent-up sexual frustration rivaled (or nearly surpassed) yours.

his thrusts slow, then stop, but he remains inside of you as your kisses continue, relishing in the warmth of your heavenly cunt. the intensity of his thrusts begin to dull with the sleepiness that is settling him over him quickly. finally, with one last peck, you lift your hips, holding in a gasp as he slipped out of you. with a pang in your heart, you hope that something like this would happen again, that this emptiness wouldn’t preface the inevitable tumble back into the quicksand.

you go to the bathroom and clean yourself off, getting another washcloth for levi, who was fighting sleep like his life depended on it. he mumbles something as you pad over to your bed and takes the washcloth away from you, giving it back when he finishes his job. you toss it to the slide, slipping under the covers and almost laughing at the sight of him fumbling with them.

after a bit of help, the two of you are pressed impossibly close, his warm chest soft against your back. your foot is hooked behind his knee, slotting your bodies into a perfect tessellation. his lips are pressed into the back of neck, his drowsy breaths ghosting over your skin.

you let out a sigh, mentally grasping this moment, praying that this wouldn’t be the only time that levi saved you from the suburbs.

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fadekookie · 6 years ago

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This Could Be Forever (M)

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, strong language, drinking, public nudity

Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: He’s your best friend and partner in crime until one summer night below the stars, above the water, and entagnled in fate.

A|N—wow this took me the longest but I actually finally finished something! OH! And the main inspo behind this was Summertime by Vince Staples :)))

It was a time like no other. Each season waning and waxing on you, careful to leave pieces of its shadow behind. Shapes of calm and calamity imprint you by the time winds pick up. Each glorious joy staying to sweetly coat your skin as the season changed for you to shelter under when cold swells outside your window. The saccharine memories of freedom below the watching stars and heavens, mutual freedom among the celestial bodies above.

Summertime when the night sky whispered you wisdoms and the sun bargained. It was your favorite.

Preludes under a saturated sky while the humid air of Miami stretched the walls of your lungs were your favorite. A craving for stories which were told on nights like these was suppressed for three seasons of tribulations. A night like this where the earth caressed you as the constellations conspired your fate right before your eyes. However, on a night like this, the fortunes of the universe were not just your’s to keep. Another pair of orbs sat on a lounge chair behind you, drinking the darkness above so thoroughly you worried the sun would rise early.

On this night your thoughts were shared over wine with Sehun. He sat leaning back on the palms of his hands as he spoke to the stars, “I hope I never wake up.” The blue of the pool next to you reflected on his elysian features and cascaded in tones down the expanse of his neck further carving out his jaw. From your lying position on the ground, you could only make out the familiar pursing of your best friend’s lips. The alcohol has long since tainted your blood a darker red, so, his comment was only usual for such a scene.

A soft laugh escapes you, “And what do you mean by that?”

Even in your adrift state, you could not let yourself get washed away by his beautiful vagueness, which so effortlessly fell from the dangerous curve of his lip. You knew where this would lead as it was not the first night you walked yourself into a maze. This maze was something forthcoming and terrifying when he began to shine in the night. His words carried you so gently before and your head would spin at the magic he mused with you on nights like these. Nights like these his obliviously cruel tongue burnt at the perimeter of your heart and left you exhausted from an incomplete inferno.

“You know what I mean,” his voice was smooth like the untouched water of the pool, “ there’s only such a small chance we actually exist, that you’re real and you’re here listening to what I say.” His expression was soft and submitting to the universe as you examined him more. Your heart howled at you from within with a painful hunger to complete his thoughts, but you didn’t. You couldn’t when you knew a maze awaited you.

“Maybe I do,” you teased sitting up to lean on your forearms, “and that’s why you have to live here and now before this reality ends.” Straightening further, your small hand clasped around the cold neck of the wine bottle. The liquid plunged down your throat and into your stomach, spreading warmth to your organs from the contact as if in an effort to feed the small flames lining you already.

“Let’s live then,” Sehun spoke in a delicate surrender.

“What should we do?” You pursue, hoping for something to come up which will quell the glossy lust clouding your eyes. Your fingers were anxious to touch as you took another filling of the spirit. You best friend’s gaze fixed on the cyan body illuminated by the lights of the walls encompassing it. The powerless expression he wore for the stars shifted into a mischievous smirk. Relief steadied you briefly as you knew he would say something less than intelligent. The deepest parts of his soul which the both of you were unveiling for the sky had hidden again and the heaviness of desire left you. The craving to learn each thing he’s equating in his mind lifted from your limbs when he cocked his brow and fixed on you.

“Skinny dipping?”

Freedom was an awful, terrible thing. Moments ago you relished the cosmos adhering to your fingertips, but now the appetitive soul of you clenched at your mind telling you to discard any sense. The hot embers tickling your chest multiplied as a heavy sigh rushed from your mouth. The tension on your brain released and you answered, “Sure.”

Surprise was an understatement. Sehun was not shocked or astonished. He was concerned when examining you, taking the bottle of wine as if you had too much. He was not alone in confusion. Maybe it was the liquor making you diverge from the comfortably defensive demeanor you wore, but such a response would never have left you sober. Your mind swelled with pressure once again at the brisk realization of what you said and how out of character it was.

“Y/n, I was joking.” He laughed lightly while turning his scrutiny to the pool.

Usually, you wouldn’t have spent a moment thinking over his offer before imploring a ‘no.’ Usually, you would have passed up the opportunity for intimacy with Sehun since freedom was such a frightening feat. When it was just you and the galaxy, your freedom was willed and welcomed. You were loved and glorified by omniscient things existing lightyears away. Sehun attracted contrasting freedom which was adorned in fire. A fire so bright and appetizing it was painful to simply stand and refuse it. Usually, you would stand and hurt, ignoring the goosebumps decorating your soft skin as flames played with your limbs.

But on this night you were too cold and Sehun burnt too red. You were anxious to be covered in flares of him. His watch, his touch, his thought. Whatever freedom would offer you wanted to soak in him and drink him just as he did the sky.

“I wasn’t,” your voice was bright and innocent in the darkness. Sehun looked back over at you, “But the security in your building is so tight, and I bet they have cameras everywhere... aren’t you worried?”

You simply smiled, “I am here, you are here, whether for real or not, I want to stop existing and live.”

With this, the vast expanse of your legs revealed itself as you rose from the concrete. “And I’m pretty sure there are no cameras here anyway,” you affirmed while lifting your tank top and disposing of it next to the hoodie you took off long before. You could feel his eyes trailing the barren terrain of your back, moving down your spine to where your shorts gripped your hips. Your nimble digits slid this article off too and kicked it to the developing pile of garments. Sehun still sat there unmoving with his stare fixed on you and your every movement. Memorizing the way your hands moved to undress yourself and the freckles kissing your skin in various places. He was mastering you and each curve adorning your figure as if you would really vanish. His knuckles turned white as he unknowingly choked the sides of the patio furniture with his clutch. There was a faint shaking in his exhale as your bra joined the pile and then your thong. You were stark before him and you did not turn to see his expression since the tension in your chest was already making your head spin, but you liked it. You relished the way you burnt from the feeling. You liked it so much you feared you’d melt. So, you became enraptured in the cold arms of the water.

Sehun shot up from his seat, impatient to follow you. his eyes never left you as he undressed, haphazardly throwing his articles behind him. The picture of your distorted figure submerged and almost goddess-like under the bending of the crystal surface was unbelievable. Sehun devoured you whole from where he stood overlooking the pool, bare for you like you for him. He watched the way your lips perfectly parted to take a breath as you came up and the way your hair layered on top of the water and on your chest, further making you look like something unreal. Drops of water clung to the high points of your face making you appear regal in the moonlight with your eyes closed the way they were.

Before you could rub the water away and open them, Sehun had disappeared beneath the layer of blue.

His long body made its way behind you into the deep end. The tickle in your chest quelled only slightly when you noticed the stars again. Bright and magnificent even through the light pollution of the bustling metropolis around you.

“You’re not a person to fear leaving this life early.” His voice resonated in the humidity.

“You would know,” your voice was subdued, as if not to let the sky hear, “my motto.”

“Regrets don’t exist,” he quoted you verbatim. His thoughts were with you as he scrutinized the galaxy above, “You are a walking, talking, breathing loop-hole, y/n.” He didn’t turn to you, but you could feel the smile in his voice, “How can you live thinking everything happened for the better so that you don’t regret it if you hate the idea of fate?”

He was right, but you were too buzzed to compete with him like you usually would. The frisson his voice sent through you each time his spoke was pressuring enough. “I must stay sane somehow Mr. Oh.”

He feigned surprise, “And keep living in a euphemism? Miss (y/l/n), how do you plan to solve the universe and get us out of this simulation?”

“As long as it's with you, I don’t mind.” It escaped you but you were too immersed in the feel of the water on you as you floated, body bare and displayed for anybody to see. For Sehun to see.

There was the sound of water moving before Sehun poke again. He’s moving around, moving closer to you as you heard the shift of liquid get progressively louder. As the sheer spur-of-the-moment mentality dulled, a familiar raving thrill rejoiced in your core at the thought of him looking at you. The sound of water sliding past Sehun’s body was overlapped by him speaking, “y/n?”

You hummed innocently in response, standing up in the water to face him. the water peeled around his torso as he approached you. Sehun was built there was no doubt about it. you were the first person he told about wanting to become fit. You’ve seen his chest multitudes of times before, but it has never looked as appetizing as now.

His taut breast caught the moonlight beautifully and at that moment you never thought you’d find a male chest so mouthwateringly gorgeous. Beads of the pool rolled from his front and fell to his abdomen before reuniting with the large body of water. The protruding of his chest seemed contoured for your hand and it took more than everything in you to pull from your spinning mind and stop yourself from touching him.

“Promise you won’t wake up and leave me in this reality, or unreality, by myself.” His tone was steady and quiet, only meant for the two of you. the blue light from the pool sharpened his face as his eyes, lidded, took you in. Meeting his anthracite optics you wished to never see the night sky again, for every constellation and supernova was bursting behind his burning stare. You wanted to name each twinkle in the set and study it. He carried a universe in himself, infinite in knowledge waiting, yearning for you to discover it.

“You’re selfish.” The words were prompt leaving you, incriminating as they collided with the air. “How so?” Sehun returned, his sound the softest it has been.

“How do you expect me to solve this universe if I can’t leave?” His distance from you had become perilous in the time the water shifted while you spoke. You did not notice the subtle ripples being created each time he stirred just as you did not notice how nauseatingly close he was.

“Will you not return for me?” His countenance was pleading and childlike. Something behind his gaze seemed to have detached, let go and succumbed to unknown omnipotence.

“Why should I?” You pushed him, stretching whatever seemed to be expanding in his stare.

“How dare you say I’m the selfish one.”

Sehun didn’t allow you the liberty of retorting. You couldn’t speak. Not because you didn’t know what to say or because the invisible choke on you had become too gripping.

You couldn’t speak while his lips were on yours. His tender, warm, wet lips mellowing into yours. Your legs became stone underwater, weighing you down. You could not move. The duplicity of your nervous system rendering you immobile. A bomb seemed to have gone off in your head because you felt lightheaded. The gaseous toxins effusing to your vessels and blood. You were spinning and yet, the heaviness of your solid legs kept you still.

As the smoke cleared from behind your closed eyes you took him in. Never opening your eyes you took him in and dissected Sehun. His lips were an ambiguity, cold at contact but erupting in a conflagration milliseconds later. His entire being an anomaly which touches you, cold and dripping in pool water but unraveling a scorching hell on your skin. A beguiling touch indicative of Lucifer. A force you could not nor desired to combat. You were afraid he could taste the avarice on your tongue.

His hands found their way gripping your shoulders, keeping you steady, as if you would melt and join the water the moment your lips parted. You felt the same, fearing his own being would dissolve like sugar. Your hand slithered up his bare chest to wrap possessively around his neck. To claim him yours before the water or stars or air could. Before some kind of malign force swept him away, diffusing in the breeze and disappearing. Your other palm pressed to his firm frame.

His hands began to explore the landscape of your body, from the swell of your breasts to the valleys of your collarbones, to the curve of your spine as you arched into him like a tree to light. Your lips were moving together slowly, sensually. You were not rushed, not yet. You were desperate to memorize the flavor of each kiss he poured into you. To ingrain the way his tongue dominated you in your mind.

The empty universe was deafening around you. The sweet song of desperate exhales leaving Sehun got louder and clearer each second. the wet sound of his lips pulling you in was maddening as it swirled around your head. It was, for a lack of better words, hot.

god, he was hot.

Tough features with a steel grip you prayed would leave marks. Your hands scanned his body impatiently, never staying in one place for more than a second. You were the red for him in a world of blue as he set you in an unforgiving fire.

It was when one of his hands ventured to grab the ample flesh of your ass that the beautiful sounds flooding your mind dulled.

“Yes, Hank I’ll pick it up on my way back from work.”

A distant, annoyed dialogue impaled the atmosphere. Instinctively, you tore your body from Sehun’s to assess the scene.

“Shit,” you hissed when you caught sight of one of the security guards holding a phone vexingly to her ear as she approached the gate to the pool.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you cursed flailing in the water to reach the artificial bank and pull yourself from the volume.

Sehun’s reaction was more languid than yours. his head turned slowly, but once realizing the threat he rushed behind you. Neither of you bothered to trudge through the water to the stairs so you briskly pulled from the water using the ledge.

You were a wet mess, chaotic like a hurricane on the once dry pavement as you struggled to pull at least some coverage on. You had skipped underwear all together as the aimless voice of the security guard neared. Sehun did not take much time at all dressing in a nonchalant pair of joggers and throwing on his white button-up. The feeble material clung to each crevice in his torso with the adhesive of water. If it were not for the approaching staff, you would’ve lingered just to test how long your willpower would last. Desiring to stay and tease yourself by tracing each imposing shape on his stomach and chest until you could not take it anymore. Until you crumbled, fingers eager to explore each protrusion and indent in him.

You didn’t though. Instead, you raced to the alcohol which was disregarded when you both submerged, scooping it in one hand with your underwear in the other. You had to get your keys and phone as well, and this posed a challenge. With the approaching voice of the security guard, there were not many ideas you could conjure. You and Sehun had ended up walking back with you holding the wine in one hand and other household necessities in the other while Sehun trailed not too far behind you with your underwear in the pocket of his joggers. At a point, he’d also taken the bottle from your quivering hold.

The couple of you hastened past the guard, both politely nodding knowing she had other cares in the world than why you and Sehun looked as if you were caught in the deluge of hurricane season. The walk back to your apartment seemed prolonged and became grueling at a point when the rough denim of your shorts would rub against your clit.

There was no doubt Sehun turned you on previously, and your clit had been throbbing for him since then, desperate for friction. Your teeth dug into your lip in a needy bite, obscuring your heavy breaths.

Sehun had no problem keeping up with your seemingly impossible pace. But then, why were you in a rush? What would happen when you got upstairs? Would the scene continue beneath the cloak of your home perched up in the sky? Would he have sobered up by then choosing to forget anything happened?

These judgments hung in the air around you, clinging to the ambiance like clouds which thickened the oxygen entering your chest. Their heaviness drifted with you into the contrasting air of the chilled building when you entered.

Certainly, this is the longest it has taken the elevator to get to your floor. Although the same minute and thirty seconds passed between the lobby and the twentieth floor, they were distant and imaginary. Time became something unreliable when Sehun’s sensible eyes focused into your’s the way they did then. His stare was nothing alarming, rather it was smug. There was something in the systems orbiting there, something keen to laughter. His eyes laughed as they were effortlessly lidded meeting yours. It wasn’t something of satire or taunting, but pleasure. Murky pleasure spiraling like galaxies in his stare. You could see his enjoyment in his easy inhales and the hidden quirk in his lip which you wouldn’t have caught had you not been so desperately ogling. Your eyebrows shot up when you saw him lazily tilt his head against the paneled mirror, perpetuating his analysis of you. His jaw looked absolutely magnificent. Gloriously statuesque in his sedated posture. Your focus ran downward, to his broad collar stretching into his wide frame, impossibly perfect. As if molded by Michelangelo, each etching in him was divine and alien.

You did not notice your tongue had been playfully toying along your upper lip in a galvanizing gesture as you suddenly grew envious of the pathetic cloth clinging to Sehun’s body. he was completely maddening in this state, something godly resembling Poseidon.

The elevator slowed to a mellow ping as the steel door slid open to your floor. Your body moved before your mind could, rushing you to your door. A shiny two numbers hanging above the peephole reading “20A.”

You smoothly turned the key, the door releasing a click before you pushed it open. When inside you went to drop the keys off in a wooden bowl neatly place on a small table near the entrance.

The air of your living space was different. It was cold and light and unappetizing when compared to the expansive humidity of outside. Some would savor the contrast swimming on their skin and in their lungs, but you found it rather unsettling and erasing. after all, it had been hot, and you were not ready to lose the embers Sehun left on you to the air conditioning.

“Did you bring the wine?” you feigned, unconcerned.

Sehun was quiet for a moment with your back faced to him. You had walked to stand in the middle of your living room, focus directed on the lively city beyond the line of the ceiling to floor windows.

The shuffle of feet and a high clink followed behind you as Sehun placed the wine on the granite counter waiting in your kitchen.

“You know,” he announced followed by the sound of more steps on the wood floor, “for a strict building you’re pretty reckless.”

Sehun was now behind you, neck craned to whisper in your ear. his hot breath returning the sensations from before. goosebumps blossomed on your skin. You thought that you would freeze and die if he didn’t touch you. If he didn’t scorch you with his hands and lips. You feared it so much you shook slightly, drawing in a shuddering inhale when you no longer felt the heat of his words on your neck.

“Sehun....” the word floated from your lips like water evaporating in the dense air.

“I wish I’d lived sooner,” his voice was hushed yet commanding.

A gasp broke from you when a large hand snaked around you, fitting to your core. His other hand rested on your waist.

“I wish I’d kissed you sooner,” he confessed, voice dark. Weak exhales shuddered from you as a Sehun pressed. The other hand burgeoned beneath the soaked material clinging to your skin just as you wanted to cling to him. Pulling him, touching him, gripping his forearms and biceps then letting your height sink into his broad enrapture.

Sehun had caressed your left breast. “If I were not the coward to fear life,” he forced through nearly gritted teeth, “I’d have made your lips crave me long before.” The words came out heavy as if some kind of toxic gas meant to make the air thick and unbreathable. Hot, damp, thick. Your inhales were a subject of effort now.

You hummed in impatience when he squeezed you, thumb playing with your hard nipple. his palm began to maneuver against your clothed clit in circles.

He spoke again, “I’d have shown you how badly I want you to stay in my life.” He began to leave kisses on your neck as he continued, “I’d have announced you as my purpose.”

“Mr. Oh, I do believe I don’t belong to anyone,” it took your entire strength to tease him this way, a fatally innocent mien.

His low chuckle vibrated against your collar. His hand disappeared from where it was on your sex. Sehun rose to whisper in your ear once more, “My apologies.” As he stretched out these words his hand had slipped down the front of your shorts, continuing its previous job. The raw contact felt like your diaphragm had shrunk too small to support your lungs. You believed you would collapse in his arms there for how weak he made your usually self-sufficient exterior. Your character, usually ruthless in getting what you want, stubborn in having things done the right way, was bending for Sehun.

“However,” his fingers circled around your clit, drawing jagged exhales from you, “I am the only one that can ever be remotely good enough for you…” the hand which had been playing with your breast left to wrap slightly around your neck as his other hand moved in torturously slow patterns. Sehun gently tilted your neck to the side as if like a vampire getting ready for its prey, “I am yours as much as you desire and more” he began to suck on the supple skin of your jugular. You whimpered in response as he continued, “I need you, I’ve needed you… for so long I needed you, and I want you to be mine now.”

“I’m yours,” you declared, taking his wrist and halting his motions, pulling his hand away and turning to face him. Your irises kept his as you took his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them as you sucked. His face looked hard yet fragile as if on the tipping point of breaking his smolder and capitulating into you.

His other hand rose to caress your cheek as his eyes told you to stop. You removed his fingers from your mouth only to feel his colliding with yours. This kiss was rough, desperate, hungry unlike the sweet slowness you felt at the pool. Fire seemed to bloom from him, encasing you in a cocoon of heat. He backed you against the glass panels.

His lips were as soft as they were before. plump and perfect, catering to your every corner. You pulled him in by his collar as if he could kiss you deeper this way, as if you could feel him closer to you, getting high on him.

His arms roamed the landscape of you, hiking up your shirt in the process as you worked at the buttons on his.

It wasn’t long before you were naked again and all that was left on him were his pants. You slipped those off as well and he kicked them to the aside, your underwear still neatly tucked away in their pocket.

You felt Sehun, hard, and prodding into your thigh as he stuck to your body, his hands perfectly fitting around your ass and in the curve of your waist. “God I have never wanted something as badly as I do you,” he breathed.

At this, your lips quirked menacingly and your hand wandered to wrap around his needy member. “Oh really?” You purred, stroking him at an agonizingly slow pace. You did not meet his eyes and instead stared at his stiff chest, drawing random lines there with your finger. He pulled your face towards his in response kissing you fiercely, proving how much his lips longed for yours. “Fuck, baby, yes—,” his words came out in groans, “You’re everything.”

Your smirk only provoked him into removing your hands to hold them above you as his free hand played with your pussy. “How unfair.” He whispered. His long fingers rubbed circles into your clit earning gasps from you.

Your mind swam and your eyes closed in surrender. A whine spilled into the thickening air of your apartment. Mellow tremors whirled in your stomach and your chest heaved when a finger slipped in you.

His strokes against your sex were torturous and languid, punishing for something you could not decipher. You wanted, needed more of him. Your hips rolled into his hand as if begging with a conscience of their own.

Pulling up to Sehun’s ear you whispered, “Bottom drawer of my nightstand.”

His fingers stopped and you whimpered, but he did not leave at your statement which deemed as more of a command. “Who said you were in charge, kitten.”

His fingers returned, though only to run them in slow, harrowing paths along your lips, eyebrows knitting in frustration at the lack of him inside you, your core burning as you whined.

“Sehun, please,” you groaned.

“God I swear I’m going to make your moans my ringtone,” he continued to tease, “you’re so fucking hot, kitten.”

The name stuck out, filling your chest with more heat. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Y-you, Sehun. I just want you to fuck me,” you cried, exasperated at his taunting fingers still trailing about your pussy. You saw his smirk, sculpted by the light of the moon pouring through the windows. Then, he left, only to return shortly with a foil packet between his fingers. You rolled the condom onto him, leisurely, retribution for what he curtailed prior.

You jumped, legs wrapping around his waist, his long fingers charring where they gripped your hips. His hold on you feels like iron still hot from when it was poured, burning beautiful red into your ass and hips. his breathing was melodic to you, sedating you further. The elegantly sloppy pattern of his exhales as they were cut off by kisses to your bare skin. Sehun had positioned himself at your entrance and you place your arms around his neck.

You looked up to him emulating what you prayed to be the sexiest gaze he’ll see in his lifetime. He reciprocated your cryptic eyes which swam with sins. His eyes shone with the same drunk, tender desire.

He pushed in slowly. Tight and wet around him, he growled at the way your face twisted in pleasure. The pounding of your heart resonated in your ears and swelled in your own head as you groaned for friction. You rolled your hips, whining, begging, “S-Sehun...”

The cool surface of the window collided with your flushed skin as Sehun thrust into you. Softly, carefully, cautious not to break you. Though, you worried more about the panes behind. He continued this way, steadily accelerating his pace as you moaned in approval.

His cock: magic. Him: divine. Filling you in ways you didn’t think possible, stretching you in dimensions you didn’t think could be real. Making love in a way that left no room for anything but love. His soul aching, crying out to get closer, and closer. To touch you and feel you until each centimeter of your flesh was a site of it conquest. Found and felt and forgotten so it could happen all over again.

His deep moan vibrated against your lips between his hot fuck and ravished kiss. The world had never felt this heavy on you, so compressing and tight. the air had never been so full in your chest, overflowing with each breath. Your body unacquainted with the conflagration that was Sehun.

His hips became rapid, snapping in and out of you as your heart raced in your chest. The pinch on your body had never been so consuming with an edge running down your spine in prickles.

He leaned into your chest as your head hit the glass at the sensation. Your toes curling and muscles tensing into knots as your nails dug into his back, sure to leave marks. Sehun’s thrusts were in tempo with his grunts as you rode out your high and he anticipated his. Euphoria seemed to burst from you like light from a beacon. Pleasure pulsing in your temples and swelling in your ears. Coursing through your blood and throbbing in your joints as you cried for the last time with such utter ecstasy pouring out.

With a couple more thrusts he spilled into the plastic and you shivered with the feel of him continuing inside you.

As your pants settled his head rose to look you in the eye. Sehun pulled you to him, locking your lips in a sweet, victorious, reassuring kiss. You whimpered into his lips at the feeling of him still inside you. Detaching from you he disposed of the condom and strolled over to the bathroom, noticing and enjoying the way you ogled him. The sweet smile wouldn’t leave your face as Sehun cleaned you up and got under the covers beside you, turning to face you, to hold you; an arm gripping about your waist to pull you into him. Dropping his head he planted small kisses beneath your ear and under your jaw continuing up to meet your lips in yet another saccharine kiss that you both couldn’t help but smile into, earning gentle giggles from you.

A small hand came up to touch a porcelain canvas. He was ironically pale for Miami you’d always thought. You giggled again at the thought. The alcohol, the sex, and he swam through your blood, lading your limbs and mind. You could drift among those tides running through you. And you began to do so. your hand still on Sehun’s cheek. The corners of his lips stretched as he saw your eyelids heavy, the smile yet to leave your face. an angel you lay before him he thought.

“This while,” he trailed his voice low and quiet not to disturb you, “This while and it's you” you didn’t respond, still smiling back at him eyelids nearly shut and drooping with exhaustion.

“It's you,” he paused to turn and kiss your hand, still resting on his cheek, “God, it's you, I love you, baby.” He’d whispered to himself as you drifted away. Sehun watched you sleep before he too fell.

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