When Dreams Become Reality (oneshot)
Title: When Dreams Become Reality
Character/Pairing: junho/oc
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Other character is no particular person. Doesn't even have a name (I would love for it to be me, but...whatever)
Here we lay once again. Bodies clashing in waves of pure ecstasy. Drunk off your love like I tipped a bottle of Hennessey. I run my nails lightly across your back, whispering "Junho" softly into your ear. My tongue grazes the lobe making you pump faster. I'm loving every sweet moment of it. You give a look of satisfaction when I moan with pleasure. I can't believe this is happening to me. The man of my dreams is lying in my bed, on top of me, kissing me like there's no tomorrow. Taking me where only you have taken me before. To heaven and back.
When things seem too good to be true, they usually are.
Damn, I think when I realize I'd been staring at your luscious lips, daydreaming for God knows how long. You were talking about dance rehearsal and the last word I heard was fell. "Who fell?” you give me this dumbfounded look.
"Did you hear anything I said?! I had a bad day. Everybody was out to get me. Were you listening to me at all?"
Honestly no. But I couldn't tell you that, so I just shrug.
"What's wrong with you? You been spaced out for the last ten minutes. Can you please tell me what's bothering you so much?" I give a reassuring smile so you'll just leave it alone. You smile back lifting your eyebrows so your eyes will stay open, but failing miserably >_<
I can’t help but stare at that mouth again when you poke your lip out after I ask "Can you see when you smile. Your eyes are so small!”
Of course I blush when you reply "I see you, sexy".
"You better watch out. Chan'll be jealous if he hears that. He might try to hurt us with his aegyo".
"Shut up". Ugh. I love to see you pout.
After a few more minutes of talking bout nothing in particular (and a not so uncomfortable silence), you decide to stay here for the night since it's pretty late.
"Goodnight" you say on your way to the guest bedroom, slowly closing the door. I feel this burning desire to tell you to stay. I'm wishing I could move cause I'd do or say anything to keep you from leaving me alone tonight.
I let out a feeble, "Goodnight Ho", as I watch the object of my affection walk out the door.
Why can't I just get that sudden boost of courage like they do in the movies? Just take a little leap of faith and tell you everything that's on my mind. How much I love you. The naughty things I would love to do to you. Maybe it’s because I know we shouldn't be doing the things I dream about every night (I'd be stoned if your fans found out). No. It’s because I'm a coward. Afraid to show you my true feelings because I'm scared you won't feel the same. Afraid of rejection.
I wake up from one of the hottest dreams I've had this week to find my pillow covered in the sweat from my face and neck. If only you knew you have that effect on me. But would it really matter anyway. I'm thinking, maybe I've been having all these crazy dreams because of my sexual frustrations and decide to release some of the tension myself. Since apparently no one is willing to lend a helping hand (or anything else)
Reaching my hand into my undies, I roll my clitoris between my fingers, moans getting louder. I feel another hand creeping up my thigh. The bed shifts as you crawl on. I stare in shock as you throw my clothes somewhere off to the side.
"Let me do it". I don't need to hear it twice. Moving my hand aside you gently rub from my clit to my moist opening. You glide two, then a third finger into the leaking hole.
"Mmm", I let out a soft moan, enjoying your fingers massaging my spot.
Your delicate fingers never stop working while you trail soft kisses up my thighs. Replacing them with your more than eager tongue creates an instant reaction as I grab the back off your neck and press myself closer to your mouth.
When you feel me getting closer to the edge, you remove your head from between my legs.
"Junho, why are you such a damn tease", I pout and a sly grin creeps on your face.
"Get used to it baby". Sigh, why do you have to be like this?
You place kisses from my navel to my hardened nipples, taking my breast into your mouth while massaging the other. You always know how to make me weak.
"I want you. Now."
"Be patient. You're almost ready".
You reach down to my sensitive spot one last time. Feeling my wetness, hearing my impatient plea, you stiffen even more, threatening to burst through those boxers, alerting me of what's coming next.
You take off your clothes. Asking if I'm sure I want this, but we both know how this is going to end.
You fit your mouth in the crook of my neck first gently kissing, then sucking until the spot feels raw to the touch. You feel so good as you gently guide your massive erection inside me, making sure I'm not in any pain.
"You don’t have to be so careful, it’s not my first time".
At those words you thrust deeper and harder.
" Oh shit".
"What? Did I hurt you?"
"No. Please don't stop"
I wrap my legs around your waist, my lips closing tighter on your dick, never wanting to let you go. I dig my nails into your shoulder, leaving scratches on your beautiful skin.
You flip me on top when you start to run out of breath. I lift up off of you, turning around to face your feet. When I slide your hard on back inside me, you trace patterns in my butt with your finger.
"Your ass is amazing"
"Better than yours?"
"No butt is better than Hobutt you silly girl"
When I slam my butt onto your lap you let out an animal-like growl, grasping my hips to steady me. I scream when you find the spot inside my walls that makes me go crazy. You pound away at it until my body shakes and my muscles clamp around your pulsing cock. You pant breathlessly as your hot semen fills me up inside. We collapse in each other's arms on the bed.
After the panting is lowered to almost even breathing, you softly kiss my cheek.
"I didn't know you could be so sexy on purpose baby".
"Hahaha. Whatever. I didn't know you was a little freak. I guess it's the night of revealing hidden secrets huh. Why you come back in here anyway. Didn't want to sleep alone?"
"No. I heard you calling my name and thought something was wrong. When I got in here you were still sleep. I was gonna wake you up, but you started moaning. So I just stood back and enjoyed the show"
"That's why I didn't hear your sneaky ass open the door. I'm glad you stayed though. I was kinda getting tired of doing all the work myself. I like to change it up every once in a while. Now maybe I can stop having all these crazy dreams about sex in the JYPE practice room, in the dressing room after a show. And the recording booth at the studio"
"No. Keep dreaming sweetie. You know what they say. Dreams really do come true"
If they all turn out like this, I hope they do
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A/N: PLEASE FORGIVE THIS FAIL!!! I felt so dirty when I was typing this, I just wanted it to be over. But I had to get it off my chest, so... there it is. And some of the 'talking' is not in proper English. It is not an English fail. I'm just a lil country! A lot actually. It's how I said it in my mind and I got tired of rewording stuff.
Don't judge me lol. Comments are greatly appreciated :)