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Maybe, it's the way you say my name
Maybe, it's the way you play your game
But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you
But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
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“Hmm, I never thought we’d get here.” His wife’s voice rings out on the balcony, clear and calm. She has a relaxed look on her face, eyes soaking in the sight that was Seoul at sunrise. With an arm wrapped around her waist and shoulder, he pulls her in closer to smell her rose water and green tea scent.
Memories of the past six months filter across his closed eyelids, cultivating in the sweetest memory of her dazzling smile as she had said, “I do” only hours earlier.
He couldn’t help but laugh when she’d started poking him in his arm afterward, complaining about how many photos they still had left to take. Her cheeks hurt apparently - from smiling far too big, for far too long. “But I can’t help it - so we might as well keep going.” Hye-seung’s head hung like her hair could stop him from seeing the blush on her cheeks at her admission.
“But I”m so happy that we are.” She whispers it against his arm, lips kissing the skin in a sweet press that makes him nuzzle the side of her face in response, her muffled laughter like music to his ears.
There’s a fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach that climbs its way up through his chest; the most content he’s felt in years . She looks serene, eyes half-lidded as the sun rises higher over the skyline, the bright lights decorating the towers starting to dim with the sun as their backdrop, though part of the city stays blanketed in darkness.
“It’s so gorgeous.” It must be, to be taking her breath away as the sun starts to peak further from the clouds.
“Not as gorgeous as you.” He mumbles his agreement against her skin, dragging his nose and lips down the side of her face and nibbling at her ear.
After years of feeling sublimely numb, he’s suddenly bursting at the seams with prickles of awareness, skin feeling tight across his abdomen as the muscles flex and constrict at the accidental brush of her hips against his cock.
Hyperaware of the woman in his arms and the way she shivers, a sigh falls from her lips as he noses her hair out of his way to lick at the pale expanse of her neck, nipping at her pulse.
It feels like this is their first time meeting, even though they’ve met and done this dance so often over the months.
But it’s the first time Seo Hye-seung is unequivocally his - his partner, his friend, his confidant.
His exploration is slow, soft nips soothed by his tongue when she rolls her head to the side, offering more of the milky skin and a clear path to her collarbones and a peek at her breasts, bound as they were in the thin spaghetti straps of her a-line dress. Cream color with a floral print that she’d changed to for dinner, preferring something more loose and flowy, to end their evening with.
Better for her to dance and frolic with their family.
Their family.
All the better for him to explore now that he finally has her to himself. Fucking finally.
Sneaking away to the office had been a last-minute decision, neither one wanting to return to the house just yet. His mother had been gracious, immediately hosting her mother and Minji, as the night had started to come to a close. Junho had been excited for her to spend the night - already talking about how she’d have to have the room across the hall, effectively kicking him out of his own home office. Doesn’t matter.
He can turn the downstairs mud room into an office. It was hardly used; off the main back entrance to the yard and besides - it was worth it. Junho was so confident, so sure that he’d say yes - and for a reason. The sparkle in his son's eyes matched his own.
“Hyeong-Joo, oh ,” his name falling from her lips would never get old. Likes the off-cadence way she chants it between breaths when his hand glides between her thighs. His lips eat her sighs and whimpers as his fingertips trace her lower lips, nail grazing that sensitive bundle of nerves that has her twitching in his hands.
Enjoys the gasp she lets out when his bites start to sting, peppered across the juncture where her neck meets her shoulders, His fingers brush brushing lazily across her collarbones, dipping into the skin between the strap of her dress and the skin of her chest.
“We should have gone to a hotel.”
His voice sounds husky even to his own ears, but the delightful way she arches her back and that strap finally, finally, slides down her shoulder is the invitation he didn’t know he needed. He likes the way Hye-seung pulls at his hair with her small hands, the tug a quick sting that feeds the heat thrumming in his veins. It’s pleasant, the push and pull on his scalp, little jolts rippling down his back that felt like electricity.
The hand at her hip makes a careful descent up her stomach, fabric bunching under his palm it slowly slides up and tucks it between their hips to get a better view of the slippery mess she’s made between her thighs. And it’s glorious.
“Y-yeah, maybe, but what if I had said no?” Her tone is teasing, light, and carefree. Also honest - she always had the option to tell him no. Thank God she said yes.
He’s tugging the top of her dress down when she starts to shift her hips, her ass pressing against his cock. It sends a jolt of adrenaline through him, a familiar feeling but foreign.
But so very welcomed.
Seo Hye-Seung had rebuffed every single advance; every attempt to buy her with money, his body when he thought that was all that she was after her - but so kind to him, always keeping him company in those moments in the dark.
He has a hard time deciding where to focus on - the thing strip of protection she calls underwear is soaked through and doesn’t protect either hole against the wet glide of his cock between her cheeks, -or the breasts now free, nipples pink and hard - the candy color he’d imagined they would be.
The small hands tugging at his hair turn sharper, grip tightening as she buckles her hips to the inward press of two fingers. She’s wet, thighs rubbing against each other like it’ll stop their momentum, and while Hyeong-Joo is usually a man of patience, only tonight he wants .
The sharp “ Oh,” that leaves her rosy pink lips he feels down to the tips of his toes, the sound piquing his interest. Tugging at her lips with his teeth, he grunts when she drags her nails down his neck to his back as he keeps pressing, doesn’t stop until is fingers are buried to the second knuckle, pushing as deep as they can go.
Oh is right.
The thin, gauzy material of his shorts means he feels the warmth cupping his cock, the bulge pressing uncomfortably at the zipper but it’s the least of his worries. It feels good to press the head against her lips and watch her jerk her hips back. She’s full of his fingers, and the feel of his cock reminds him it’s going to be a tight fit.
Heat builds up in him, a zing of electricity every time he thrusts his fingers inside of her, gets to feel the tight muscles spasming against his fingers when he curls them and presses the pads of his fingers just right there every so often The spongy mass of nerves that always left her spasming and twitching if he dragged a nail against it. The sounds tumbling out of her mouth are gratifying, feeding the most primal, animalistic part of him that just wants to fuck her against the balcony railing.
He isn’t though, He won’t press any more than this. She deserves better. He was old enough to do right by her.
His cock’s the hardest it’s ever been, of that he’s sure. His new wife, the woman he wishes he had met earlier, teases him with “Oppa…” he feels his control slipping just a tad further.
It’s yeobo or bust.
“Is that what you call your husband?” And fuck, if that doesn’t do something for her. She’s clenching around his fingers as he uses his thumb to messily press against her clit. He grinds his hips when he feels how she gushes a little at the motion, and he revels in the way his balls ache, the veins on his cock pulse with every sharp twist of his fingers.
She whines when he pulls them apart, stretching her from the inside out. “C’mon, Hye-Seung , is that what you call your husband?” She clenches again, the pressure pleasant against the tight fit as he pushes in another finger.
Three... Three should do it.
There are beads of sweat starting to trail down her forehead, eyes tracking the way it falls to the fabric under her breasts, the globes bouncing with every roll of her hips. He wonders how much more they'd bounced if it was his cock burrowing its way inside of her.
“What do you call your husband?” He’s proud he has the ability to talk if the way her breaths stutter around her words - he can make ya but nothing else with the way he increases the force behind the twists and turns of his fingers. He grinds his palm on her clit, thumb tugging at her lower lips to catch and press in ever so often.
His girl is greedy, her hips faltering with each thrust - so close to coming apart but not quite there. Jerking himself out of his shorts, he snaps the side of her thong, before jerking his cock back in its place between her cheeks, snuggled between the globes and feeling it jerk in response to the warmth.
“Ye-ye-bo-o, please.” She asks so sweetly, her hands stroking down the sides of his face as she lays her cheek against his neck, her tongue licking him.
Well, shit.
The quick way he uses one hand to circle around the base of his cock before bringing his hips up and forward to notch right at the entrance to the spot he’s been imaging all night, actually for months - he’s spent months thinking about how tight she’d be, how she’d taste, almost embarrasses him.
Almost, but not enough. She’s just as excited, practically vibrating against him as she says it again, emphasizing each syllable with a slight sway of her hips and punctuated with a grind, “Yaebo, now .”
Sliding into her, he has to admit, “I can’t ever deny you.”
He groans as he bottoms out, hips pressed against the soft globes of her ass, glistening with sweat and pre-cum, edges of her dress stained. “I’ll always give you whatever you want, whatever you need.”
His hands cup the inside of her thighs, rubbing close to where they’re joined and it makes him grind with each push and twist of their hips.
Tomorrow, he’d make love to his wife - that still sends goosebumps down his body - but tonight, he’ll make her his.
It was a long time coming.
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And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine
And I see forever in your eyes
I feel okay when I see you smile, smile