A Room with a View pt.2
Title: A Room with a View pt.2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Taecyeon/Wooyoung
Summary: Wooyoung loves where he lives, but it's not just the view that's perfect.
Author's Note: This was supposed to be a drabble. First person, present tense AU. Might write part 1.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
I watch the skyline from the balcony of my apartment, nothing is more beautiful than those night lights, dark sky and the occasional twinkle of an airplane in the sky. Pressing the end of the cigarette to my lips, I inhale then draw it away to exhale slowly. The puff of smoke lingers for a moment before dissipating in the air. Small flames inside it that burns the ash almost look just as beautiful as I watch it more closely in the dark, the faint glow of the small lamp I have on my nightstand leaking from the open window. The weather is perfect to be out, still too chilly for shorts but nice enough for me to be standing there in my white, long sleeve shirt with a few of the top buttons undone. My pants hang loosely on my hips as I've already done away with my belt the second I get home.
Time to relax from the eventful day I had been having. I love where I live, being on the 40th floor of my apartment where I am away from all the stress happening down on the street but just low enough to see what was still going on while a quarter of the population is heading to bed. The rest are waking up and starting their lives, either working or just having fun partying, shopping or attending whatever is open. Living in the big city means that a lot still have their doors open until dawn. I've woken up in the middle of the night, sometimes being 3am, and crawl out to my balcony to let the calming city put me back to sleep.
Most nights are the same, being that it was the city though, I often hear the sound of sirens and will watch where they head to. Either clubs or bars will be the cause from some drunk fellow who doesn't known when his cut off is or some fool getting himself into a fight. Maybe some man is hitting on a woman who is already claimed. I always have my fun by creating my own little reasoning and scenarios. I also never have to worry about some other man stealing my woman.
A large smirk grows on my lips when I blow out another puff of smoke, large hands sliding around my waist and a warm body following behind it, pressing against my back. Speak of the devil.
“Woo baby,” he coos into my ear as if he is singing exclusively to me. “Anything happening tonight?”
I peer down at the city again, my mind distracted by the hands roaming around the front of my body as his thin fingers unbuttoned more of my shirt and slipped inside. A light shudder prickles my skin with goosebumps, my nipples hardening from the air drifting inside my opened clothing as my lover's strong hand caresses my body. “Nothing tonight. So calm.”
“I like it like that,” comes another velvet sentence, this time against my neck as his lips press soft, light kisses down to my shoulder.
“I know you like it many ways.”
My body straightens once I feel his grasp over my pants, my breath hitching quietly. He has a simple way of seducing me, even if all he has to do is glance into my eyes. Anything has me on my knees due to the impact and making them give out. This man holds my power in his hands. His touch doesn't linger in one spot for too long because it is his way of teasing. He caresses every weak and vulnerable spot I have until I'm begging to feel his need, more so than having it pressing against my ass.
His body is just as wanting as mine, just as simple. It never takes long until I feel the large bulge trying to make it's way between my cheeks, even through layers and layers of clothing. A soft pleasurable gasp leaves my lips when his thin digits graze my nipples and without permission from my brain, my hips rock back against his. His feather light kisses don't stop but his lips begin to suck on patches on my skin, leaving faint marks I can still hide from work. I value my vacation time because it means dark marks that I am proud to show off. Proud to say I am his.
Sirens blaring down on the street quietly made it's way up to my floor, my eyes peeking open to glance down to see where they are heading. “There goes one,” he mumbles against my skin, the sound catching his attention too.
A distracting thought never strays us too long from where we're heading and his hands continue to caress my body. He's more determined now as his teasing shifts into the next mode while flicking open the button on my pants and the zipper comes down. I'm already bulging against my briefs, my dick aggravated from the teasing he's been doing to me. My pants fall halfway down because my stance is widened so he can glide his hand between my legs to test me further. The back of his hand rubs against my balls, stroking the inside of my thigh when I give a quiet whimper of need.
His free hand glides up my abdomen, his calloused fingertips tracing the defined muscles hiding under my soft skin. The action tickles but feels good all at once, making me moan softly with a smile on my face. It fades when he moves higher to give my hardened nipples a playful flick. The spot is sensitive to every being but to me, if toyed a certain way, could make me come. He knows just how to push my buttons, so to speak.
He pinches, pulls and rolls the nub between his thin digits, making my underwear even more constricting. I'm standing on my cement slab, 40 floors from the ground with my shirt wide open, blowing in the window, my pants down to my knees and my boyfriend nonchalantly fondling every inch of my body he can reach. At least, he goes for it now once he tugs my briefs down to join my pants and his wet fingers, courtesy of my own needy mouth, wiggle their way between my lower cheeks.
Another one of my weak spots is penetrated with two long fingers sliding inside my body, pressing against the soft walls of my entrance. I can't stop the lewd moan that leaves my lips, the way my body bows out or the grip my muscles take around his digits. “Mmm Taec...”
I'm thankful that I've been released from the prison of my underwear because my cock feels as hard as a rock, swaying lightly in the breeze as it's standing up on it's own. It twitches when he works his fingers in and out of my hole, knowing they're nothing in comparison to the massive girth that's still trapped inside his pants but this is just to prepare me. I already know and my body already wants what he has but if I'm too greedy, it'll hurt more than I want it to. It's going to anyways but when it does, I like it.
The cigarette is discarded now as I put it out and reach back to feel the need waiting to be inside me. He gives a sharp grunt from my touch just as I squeeze for a reaction. My fingers don't hesitate to let out the beast, his own pants barely slipping from his hips. I don't need him naked to enjoy what he has to offer, just enough to feel what he wants to give me. My eyes almost roll into the back of my head simply from wrapping my fingers around his girth. Just the size makes my mouth water and my walls throb from memory. I tug gently to give a slow pumping action as I feel the tip bumping against my cheek. His fingers are still buried inside my entrance, moving in and out a bit faster than he had started.
He has me moaning, gasping and panting just from his fingers. My arousal is crying to be touched and begging for release that I deny it, strictly using my hands to pleasure my lover. He's glancing over my shoulder to watch my erection bounce as it twitches, noting the wet fluid that leaks from the head. He can tell by just how much is dripping out when I'm ready.
Removing my hands from his pulsing dick, he places them onto the iron railing and takes it into his own hands, rubbing the head against my prepared entrance then sinking his thick cock into my body. Being up high, no one hears the erotic moans that are screamed from my throat when he fills me and pounds that large shaft into my hole. I willingly take the brute force of his thrusts as if he's taking the stress of the day out on my inner walls, beating them with his cock.
My fingers clutch onto the railing, holding on for dear life but not for safety, for leverage when he slams his hips into mine and I have to force myself to pull forward for better friction. I lose it when he holds my hips and pushes me back and forth, riding his girth even as he thrusts. “Oh god, oh god, oh fuuuuuckk.....”
He always does this to me and I'm pretty sure if he ever recorded me on tape, I'd die of embarrassment. I'm fine letting out the sounds that I make when he's up inside me because I want to let him know just how good it feels but to hear myself with cause me to hide forever.
The sounds of his hips meeting my ass meets my ears once I ignore my own moans, hearing his throaty grunts while he thrusts. All these combinations of things are what drive me to the edge. You can have sex with a cock inside you and still come but it's the other smaller things that make you come from how amazing the sex is. His voice, the panting, the force he uses, his hold on me, just how thick he is from wanting me.
It's how I usually come twice when he's inside me but tonight, it feels like he can't hold on either. He's pounding into me with such drive that I'm sure his face is tensed and twisted in ultimate pleasure. His nails are pressing crescent moons into my hips and digging harder but I don't care if it leaves marks. All I can feel is his thick need bruising the inside of my body.
He doesn't tell me when he's close because I can feel it by now, I know his body all too well but I'm not going to last, even if it's only a few more thrusts. Not every time, but this time I come without my cock being touched. He hits my prostrate in unsteady beats, pounding and slamming into the bundle of nerves like it's his target. I scream and clench, both gripping the railing and his girth as my thick, white seed drips from my cock.
He bends me over a bit more and leans against my back, his breath heavy in my ear as he let's me know who he belongs to. “Wooyoung... Woo-ah, shit,” is whispered in my flushed ear as I feel the warmth shooting against my walls as well as the pulsing from his massive cock.
Rocking his hips slowly, he pumps the rest of his thick milk inside me before slipping his arms around my waist, half to hold me up while embracing me. My legs are trembling but I put up with it to feel safe in his arms. Our heavy panting and my pounding heart fill my ears as we start to calm down and I slowly look down at the street. Nothing has changed down there and I'm still safe, quietly observing with my lover nestled behind me. My balcony, the perfect place to be.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Taecyeon/Wooyoung
Summary: Wooyoung loves where he lives, but it's not just the view that's perfect.
Author's Note: This was supposed to be a drabble. First person, present tense AU. Might write part 1.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
I watch the skyline from the balcony of my apartment, nothing is more beautiful than those night lights, dark sky and the occasional twinkle of an airplane in the sky. Pressing the end of the cigarette to my lips, I inhale then draw it away to exhale slowly. The puff of smoke lingers for a moment before dissipating in the air. Small flames inside it that burns the ash almost look just as beautiful as I watch it more closely in the dark, the faint glow of the small lamp I have on my nightstand leaking from the open window. The weather is perfect to be out, still too chilly for shorts but nice enough for me to be standing there in my white, long sleeve shirt with a few of the top buttons undone. My pants hang loosely on my hips as I've already done away with my belt the second I get home.
Time to relax from the eventful day I had been having. I love where I live, being on the 40th floor of my apartment where I am away from all the stress happening down on the street but just low enough to see what was still going on while a quarter of the population is heading to bed. The rest are waking up and starting their lives, either working or just having fun partying, shopping or attending whatever is open. Living in the big city means that a lot still have their doors open until dawn. I've woken up in the middle of the night, sometimes being 3am, and crawl out to my balcony to let the calming city put me back to sleep.
Most nights are the same, being that it was the city though, I often hear the sound of sirens and will watch where they head to. Either clubs or bars will be the cause from some drunk fellow who doesn't known when his cut off is or some fool getting himself into a fight. Maybe some man is hitting on a woman who is already claimed. I always have my fun by creating my own little reasoning and scenarios. I also never have to worry about some other man stealing my woman.
A large smirk grows on my lips when I blow out another puff of smoke, large hands sliding around my waist and a warm body following behind it, pressing against my back. Speak of the devil.
“Woo baby,” he coos into my ear as if he is singing exclusively to me. “Anything happening tonight?”
I peer down at the city again, my mind distracted by the hands roaming around the front of my body as his thin fingers unbuttoned more of my shirt and slipped inside. A light shudder prickles my skin with goosebumps, my nipples hardening from the air drifting inside my opened clothing as my lover's strong hand caresses my body. “Nothing tonight. So calm.”
“I like it like that,” comes another velvet sentence, this time against my neck as his lips press soft, light kisses down to my shoulder.
“I know you like it many ways.”
My body straightens once I feel his grasp over my pants, my breath hitching quietly. He has a simple way of seducing me, even if all he has to do is glance into my eyes. Anything has me on my knees due to the impact and making them give out. This man holds my power in his hands. His touch doesn't linger in one spot for too long because it is his way of teasing. He caresses every weak and vulnerable spot I have until I'm begging to feel his need, more so than having it pressing against my ass.
His body is just as wanting as mine, just as simple. It never takes long until I feel the large bulge trying to make it's way between my cheeks, even through layers and layers of clothing. A soft pleasurable gasp leaves my lips when his thin digits graze my nipples and without permission from my brain, my hips rock back against his. His feather light kisses don't stop but his lips begin to suck on patches on my skin, leaving faint marks I can still hide from work. I value my vacation time because it means dark marks that I am proud to show off. Proud to say I am his.
Sirens blaring down on the street quietly made it's way up to my floor, my eyes peeking open to glance down to see where they are heading. “There goes one,” he mumbles against my skin, the sound catching his attention too.
A distracting thought never strays us too long from where we're heading and his hands continue to caress my body. He's more determined now as his teasing shifts into the next mode while flicking open the button on my pants and the zipper comes down. I'm already bulging against my briefs, my dick aggravated from the teasing he's been doing to me. My pants fall halfway down because my stance is widened so he can glide his hand between my legs to test me further. The back of his hand rubs against my balls, stroking the inside of my thigh when I give a quiet whimper of need.
His free hand glides up my abdomen, his calloused fingertips tracing the defined muscles hiding under my soft skin. The action tickles but feels good all at once, making me moan softly with a smile on my face. It fades when he moves higher to give my hardened nipples a playful flick. The spot is sensitive to every being but to me, if toyed a certain way, could make me come. He knows just how to push my buttons, so to speak.
He pinches, pulls and rolls the nub between his thin digits, making my underwear even more constricting. I'm standing on my cement slab, 40 floors from the ground with my shirt wide open, blowing in the window, my pants down to my knees and my boyfriend nonchalantly fondling every inch of my body he can reach. At least, he goes for it now once he tugs my briefs down to join my pants and his wet fingers, courtesy of my own needy mouth, wiggle their way between my lower cheeks.
Another one of my weak spots is penetrated with two long fingers sliding inside my body, pressing against the soft walls of my entrance. I can't stop the lewd moan that leaves my lips, the way my body bows out or the grip my muscles take around his digits. “Mmm Taec...”
I'm thankful that I've been released from the prison of my underwear because my cock feels as hard as a rock, swaying lightly in the breeze as it's standing up on it's own. It twitches when he works his fingers in and out of my hole, knowing they're nothing in comparison to the massive girth that's still trapped inside his pants but this is just to prepare me. I already know and my body already wants what he has but if I'm too greedy, it'll hurt more than I want it to. It's going to anyways but when it does, I like it.
The cigarette is discarded now as I put it out and reach back to feel the need waiting to be inside me. He gives a sharp grunt from my touch just as I squeeze for a reaction. My fingers don't hesitate to let out the beast, his own pants barely slipping from his hips. I don't need him naked to enjoy what he has to offer, just enough to feel what he wants to give me. My eyes almost roll into the back of my head simply from wrapping my fingers around his girth. Just the size makes my mouth water and my walls throb from memory. I tug gently to give a slow pumping action as I feel the tip bumping against my cheek. His fingers are still buried inside my entrance, moving in and out a bit faster than he had started.
He has me moaning, gasping and panting just from his fingers. My arousal is crying to be touched and begging for release that I deny it, strictly using my hands to pleasure my lover. He's glancing over my shoulder to watch my erection bounce as it twitches, noting the wet fluid that leaks from the head. He can tell by just how much is dripping out when I'm ready.
Removing my hands from his pulsing dick, he places them onto the iron railing and takes it into his own hands, rubbing the head against my prepared entrance then sinking his thick cock into my body. Being up high, no one hears the erotic moans that are screamed from my throat when he fills me and pounds that large shaft into my hole. I willingly take the brute force of his thrusts as if he's taking the stress of the day out on my inner walls, beating them with his cock.
My fingers clutch onto the railing, holding on for dear life but not for safety, for leverage when he slams his hips into mine and I have to force myself to pull forward for better friction. I lose it when he holds my hips and pushes me back and forth, riding his girth even as he thrusts. “Oh god, oh god, oh fuuuuuckk.....”
He always does this to me and I'm pretty sure if he ever recorded me on tape, I'd die of embarrassment. I'm fine letting out the sounds that I make when he's up inside me because I want to let him know just how good it feels but to hear myself with cause me to hide forever.
The sounds of his hips meeting my ass meets my ears once I ignore my own moans, hearing his throaty grunts while he thrusts. All these combinations of things are what drive me to the edge. You can have sex with a cock inside you and still come but it's the other smaller things that make you come from how amazing the sex is. His voice, the panting, the force he uses, his hold on me, just how thick he is from wanting me.
It's how I usually come twice when he's inside me but tonight, it feels like he can't hold on either. He's pounding into me with such drive that I'm sure his face is tensed and twisted in ultimate pleasure. His nails are pressing crescent moons into my hips and digging harder but I don't care if it leaves marks. All I can feel is his thick need bruising the inside of my body.
He doesn't tell me when he's close because I can feel it by now, I know his body all too well but I'm not going to last, even if it's only a few more thrusts. Not every time, but this time I come without my cock being touched. He hits my prostrate in unsteady beats, pounding and slamming into the bundle of nerves like it's his target. I scream and clench, both gripping the railing and his girth as my thick, white seed drips from my cock.
He bends me over a bit more and leans against my back, his breath heavy in my ear as he let's me know who he belongs to. “Wooyoung... Woo-ah, shit,” is whispered in my flushed ear as I feel the warmth shooting against my walls as well as the pulsing from his massive cock.
Rocking his hips slowly, he pumps the rest of his thick milk inside me before slipping his arms around my waist, half to hold me up while embracing me. My legs are trembling but I put up with it to feel safe in his arms. Our heavy panting and my pounding heart fill my ears as we start to calm down and I slowly look down at the street. Nothing has changed down there and I'm still safe, quietly observing with my lover nestled behind me. My balcony, the perfect place to be.