Branded [2/2]
Part 1
He slept like a log with eyes half opened until Gwiboon woke him up with a hard shove, the girl could be a sadist sometimes, and it seemed she had developed a liking to hurt Jonghyun by shaking him too roughly and shoving him hard. Oh, she had hit him with a bag, too.
Jonghyun fumbled with his apartment’s key before finally getting it right and unlocked it with an audible click. Gwiboon didn’t wait to be invited; she made her way inside like she was in her own apartment. She looked around with eyes full of curiosity. Jonghyun vaguely thought about how cute she was before throwing himself to a couch that he had strategically placed so he could slump on it the first thing after he came in.
“Oh god, Jjong, I don’t know you’re such a lazy ass!” Gwiboon exclaimed with mock disgust in her voice. Jonghyun’s only response was a grunt, his feet was working to detangle his loafers. They fell on the floor will small thud.
The two of them lapse into a comfortable round of silence; Jonghyun was trying to take a rest while Gwiboon was probably inspecting his room like a detective working on the crime scene. It lasted for less than two minutes until she was pulling Jonghyun again by the arm, “What?” He asked, making half-assed attempt in hiding his annoyance.
“Come one, let’s get you into the bath, you smell like, I don’t know, your feet?” She looked at him crossly. Jonghyun frowned and pushed her hand away none too roughly before getting on his feet. Gwiboon wasn’t looking happy and he felt a little (very very, actually) guilty.
“Sorry, uhh, I, well, I will get there myself, okay? You just wait here, make yourself comfortable; make yourself at home-“
“Jjong, I said in your office that we will get you to the bath.” Gwiboon cut him, looking at Jonghyun with such intensity that could bore a hole on his head. “If I let you in there alone, you’ll probably fall asleep or something. I wouldn’t want that.”
Wow, she said she wouldn’t want that. Jonghyun would want, thought, it sounded so tempting, sleeping in the bathtub. He would catch a cold later and he would use it as an excuse from work. But, wait, what did she say again?
Jonghyun openly gaped at the girl in front of her, “Did you just say you want to, the bath?” he flailed stupidly, pointing at where his bathroom was and them at himself, “Me?”
“No, I’m not going to take a bath with you, sleepyhead. I’m going to,” she paused, looking away while worrying her bottom lips. “You know, just get inside, I’ve filled the tub. Just, get in!” There was a hint of impatience in Gwiboon’s voice and something else, edging with desperation, that made Jonghyun followed her order without further question. Inside, his head was a whirlwind of emotion; confusion, curiosity, disbelief, excitement, giddiness, uncertainty, and pretty much everything else.
True to her word, the bath tub had been filled, and not only with water, but also with bubbles. Bubble bath, when was the last time he had them? Did he even have them? Shrugging, Jonghyun unbuckled his belt and let it fell to the floor. His skinny jeans were next, followed by his jacket, and white shirt. Standing only in his dark blue trunk, Jonghyun looked back at the closed door behind him before chucking the undergarment off. He then sinks himself within the tub, stretching his limbs until his body was filling the tub. Once he felt comfortable, he let his head lean on the edge.
This felt nice, this smelt nice, too. Jonghyun was ready to fall asleep again when suddenly, he heard the door being opened and Gwiboon entered. Her wavy hair was tied into messy bun and her pink cashmere sweater was rolled to her elbow.
“What the fuck, Gwiboon?!” He screeched, in a very unmanly way, and in instinct, burry his hand inside the water to cover his bubble covered crotch. His face was redder than Marilyn Monroe’s lips. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Instead of looking bashful, Gwiboon actually smirked, looking so proud and amused like how she should not be. “Making sure you wouldn’t fall asleep and catch a cold,” she dragged a wooden chair and placed it beside the tub where Jonghyun’s head was resting. “And to wash your hair, you could use some help.”
His blood was confused, that’s for sure. Some of them wanted to rush to his head and some other wanted to rush south. Gwiboon was facing him upside down; he saw her lips where she saw his eyes and he saw her eyes where she saw his lips. This was driving him crazy.
“You’ll get yourself wet,” Jonghyun managed to croak out. It felt like someone had robbed his voice out of him.
“Mmm, I can use yours, do you mind?”
The thought of Gwiboon dressed in his own clothes, smelling like his own, made Jonghyun grinned lazily. “Yeah, I like that.”
That was not the question; he swore he could hear Gwiboon said, or maybe that was just his imagination. Jonghyun let his eyes fell close as Gwiboon’s fingers delicately card through his hair. “Sit straight, I won’t peak, I can’t even look through this bubble.” The last part was said with sarcasm.
Jonghyun laughed, he gripped the edge of the tub as leverage to straighten his back. Gwiboon took the shower and began rinsing his hair with cold water. “Do you know where the shampoo is?” He was answered with the feelings of her palm lathering his hair with clean scented liquid. Jonghyun sighed when she massaged his head, kneading gently on his scalp with the tip of her fingers. He tilted his head back to make her job easier.
Gwiboon hummed under her breathe, hands diligently working on his head, “how does it feel?”
“Feels good, “ Jonghyun sighed, completely forgetting he was naked in a bath and was covered with nothing but bubbles.
“Good then,” was her short response to the comment. When her fingers left his hair, Jonghyun whimpered at the loss of contact. But when she rinsed his hair, her fingers returned, doing the job of cleaning the shampoo from his head.
She didn’t say anything when she was done. All she did was turning the shower off and dragged the chair behind her, leaving Jonghyun blinking the water out of his eyes. Gwiboon was already gone when Jonghyun’s eyes had been cleared. The boy stared at the door with dazed expression on his face; did Kim Gwiboon just wash his hair?
Jonghyun continued bathing in silence, he leaned his head back on the edge while staring at the vacant spot ahead. He tried to put two and two together but none of them was enough to satisfy him. What the hell had just happened? Why did Kim Gwiboon come into his bathroom half-unannounced and gave him the head massage of century? What was the girl playing at?
Sleepy yet determined to know the answer; Jonghyun got out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist. He didn’t forget to brush his teeth before walking out.
Gwiboon was lounging on his couch, reading newspaper with serious expression on her pretty face. He thought newspaper didn’t suit her at all, fashion or lifestyle magazines did. She wasn’t someone that struck Jonghyun as political-aware type. She was a girl who was branded from head to the toe, from her fingers to the strands of her hair. He really wanted to wrench the papers out of her hands and replaced it with something, anything else, even a cook book or pretty pastel colored notebook will do.
“What is it with men and their tendencies to wet the floor?” Gwiboon said exasperatedly, lowering the papers to look at Jonghyun.
His pride swelled when he saw her eyes widened a little. He might have lacked the washboard abs (the muscles on his stomach were quite defined, though), but it was his shoulders; his board shoulders and a pair of perfectly sculpted limbs that attached to them, that had always been his pride. They’re his most prized possession.
It would have been very cheesy if Jonghyun asked her whether she liked what she sees or not. He merely raised his shoulders in a shrug and gave her confused look, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the same reason why women have tendencies to keep everything dry and clean?”
She pursed her lips together, looking and unimpressed, but didn’t elaborate further. Gwiboon’s stare on him was unnerving; it had Jonghyun felt like he was being undressed even though he was wearing nothing but towel. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she hushed him away with the wave of her hand. “Call me when you’re fully dressed, I will dry your hair properly.”
It occurred to Jonghyun that he could just come out here to the living to get his hair done. At the same time, it also occurred to him that she was probably using this as an excuse to get into his room. Feeling thrilled, Jonghyun dried himself very quickly and slipped into his underwear and black trainer. He was going to sleep anyways, why would put a shirt on? He always sleeps bare-chested.
“Come in, Gwiboon-ah,” he called out, sitting on the bed and put the towel over his head.
The door creaked when Gwiboon opened it. She walked quietly on carpeted floor, not making any noise that Jonghyun couldn’t tell where she was. But when he felt something touched the towel on his head, Jonghyun knew it was her. Just like before, Gwiboon worked in silence, drying Jonghyun’s hair without saying anything. It didn’t matter; Jonghyun liked this kind of comfortable silence.
His eyes were dropping slowly when Gwiboon suddenly pushed him to the bed. He fell on his bed with a surprised oof, hands on either side of his body. When he looked up, Gwiboon was straddling him, oh god.
“Do you want to sleep first,” she paused, locking their eyes together in passionate gaze, “or you want to play first?”
Jonghyun could practically feel his heart ramming against his ribcages, the voice was so loud that it threatened to deafen him. “Play? What play?”
She lowered her head to him, nose almost touching his and whispered, “that play.”
He blinked, once, twice, thrice, before feeling her finger on his naked torso and dumbly said, “Oh, that play.”
“Yeah, Jjong, that play. So, do you want to play first or sleep first?”
“I, “ damn it all, this was the second time she offered him something (the first being when she called him and asked him if he was busy) but there was something else that could not wait for him. Before, it was deadline, and now, it was sleep. Sleep, he really needed his beauty sleep because despite his crazily beating heart, his whole body felt heavy and they ached all over.
“Well, which one, Jjong? I cannot wait forever,” her fingers slowly, ever so slowly climbed upward and stopped on his chest, almost touching his nipple. The statement scared him a little; will she left him if he said he wanted to sleep first?
“Was this your intention?” he asked, voice heavy with sleepiness to let her know who exhausted he was. “To get me on the bed?”
Her laugh was playful and it sent chill down Jonghyun’s half damp spine. “It was always my intention to get into your bed. Wasn’t it’s yours too?”
“You’re driving me crazy, Gwiboon. Ever since I saw you and has always been even up until now,” he breathed out, eyes searching into her only to found the same passion; the same need. Kim Gwiboon needed him; she needed him, not wanted him. That was all he needed to know that she was not going to leave him until she got to play with him. “As much as I’d like to take you now, I really really need to sleep. I’m having difficulties to keep my eyes open as we speak.”
Jonghyun fluttered his lashes as if to make his point. The soft smile that splayed across Gwiboon’s face at that was blinding. She moved away from his body and Jonghyun’s hands were itching to take her back. But he could hardly lift his back from the mattress; she had to half drag him until his head was properly placed on the pillows.
“You sleep now. We will play later,” she murmured, brushing the hair out of his face.
“You’re not leaving, right?”
Gwiboon gave him no answer, or maybe she did but he missed it because he was already falling asleep, dreaming of her warm curled beside him.
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When Jonghyun woke up, the first thing he noticed was how his pillow smelt so much like Gwiboon. When Jonghyun opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a pair of smooth and long legs. He quietly gasped, despite his sleep induced trance; he somehow could make up the situation. He was asleep while using her lap as pillow. He was also aware of the weight of her palm on his head.
“Aren’t you going to tell me anytime soon that you woke up already?” Gwiboon dryly asked from somewhere above him.
Slowly, Jonghyun rolled onto his back and looked at her. The sight had him ceased breathing altogether. She had her face clear from all trace of makeup, leaving it bare for no one else but him to see. Her hair were falling naturally on her shoulders, some of them were tucked behind her right ear. She was still wearing the same pink cashmere sweater except the sleeves weren’t rolled to her elbows like how Jonghyun remembered seeing it yesterday when she was straddling him.
There was something flaring alive within him, fully waking him up from his slumber. He became fully aware of their close proximity and the mutual burning needs in their eyes. Gwiboon licked her lips and that; that snapped something inside of him, breaking all his restrains, and set him free.
“I’m up,” he lazily smirked, letting her see the he wanted it, too; he needed it as much as she did. “Up for the game.”
Her breathe hitched, his was too. Slowly, ever so slowly, Gwiboon dipped her head as Jonghyun raised his. Their lips met and they stayed still, unmoving. He simply felt her lips upon his, noting how soft they were. She smiled on his lips before saying, “you taste good for someone who just woke up.”
Even her talking directly on his lips was already fraying his nerves. Jonghyun began to move, molding their lips together lazily in chaste kiss. They kissed again and again; the kisses were innocent, nothing more than the touch of lips against lips. His neck began to ache from his position so he stopped her for a while to roll on his back beside her. Gwiboon looked down on him with crooked brow. Jonghyun raised his arm then curled his palm around her neck, fingers resting on her nape and trapping some of his hair.
He pulled her down so their lips meet again. This time, he coaxed her lips open with his tongue. She did not resist, letting the slick muscle insider her mouth. Jonghyun explored her cavern, leaving every single nook and cranny untouched. She didn’t taste like vanilla or strawberry, didn’t taste like mint either. Her taste was a spicy, tiniest hint of bitterness, and something Jonghyun couldn’t put his (tongue) finger on. “What did you just eat?” he managed to ask between their series of open mouthed kisses.
“Spaghetti aglio oglio,” she said quickly before forcing her tongue within his mouth. God, Jonghyun wished he could tell her how she was making her way into his head, into his brain; into his heart. They were just kissing and he already felt like he was done for.
“Things you did to me,” he breathed out sharply when Gwiboon kissed his chin and starting to trail down his neck. “Made me undone, you know that?”
She answered him with a sharp bite on his neck, Jonghyun cringed at the pain.
“You, I swear, always playing hard to get, flirting with me, teasing me. You did dream about me, didn’t you?”
Her lips ascended to kiss him again, sweeping her tongue around Jonghyun’s teeth. “I did dream of myself,” she paused, looking at Jonghyun’s eyes, “being debauched by you in many different ways.”
Jonghyun could only stare at her, mouth slightly ajar. He had dreamt of making Kim Gwiboon his own but he never expected her to dream about the same thing. “When?” at the confused look on her face, Jonghyun questioned again, “When did you start? How long have you been dreaming of me?”
“Maybe you didn’t know but there was this picture of you attending a local show in a magazine. You looked so dashing, you know. I found myself looking up about you in Google.” Her confession was accompanied with faint blush on her cheeks. “Even before we met, I’ve been dreaming about you; my prince charming.”
Jonghyun crashed their lips together with one hand on her nape and the other on her thigh, running down her supple skin to rest on the inside of her knee. “Did you look up for what I like too, on Google?”
“I asked around,” she grinned, licking Jonghyun’s lips and guided the hand on her knee to sneak under her sweater, letting it touching her skin. “It’s just sheer luck I happened to have everything you like.”
He hooked his thumb under the band of her white pants, asking her for permission with his eyes. When he earned her nod as an answer, he didn’t remove her pants; instead, he sneaked his palm beneath his panty to grab the globe of her ass. Gwiboon’s moan was sweet on his ears. He began kneading them gently, using his fingers to rub and pinch. His other hand followed later so he had both palms inside her panties, enjoying the feeling of her sweet ass.
“Fuck, Jjong. Fuck it,” she gasped, mewling when Jonghyun’s fingers parted the cheeks, “Fuck you.”
“Let’s enjoy this first, okay? It will eventually come sooner or later.”
Gwiboon let out a frustrated moan when Jonghyun took out his hands from her pants and kissed her openly, initiating a battle of dominance. He let her won, staying still under her and let her tongue do what it liked inside his mouth. Gwiboon was practically fucking his mouth.
Her hands were starting to touch him everywhere. They slowly crawl from his already dried torso to his chest. When her blunt fingernails grazed his nipple, Jonghyun groaned in her mouth, making her smirk in the process. “Do you want me to use my mouth?”
“Huh? What? Yeah, whatever that feels good.”
“You were being strangely submissive, Jjong. I thought you were dominating type,” she pinched his nipple, making him bit his lips to stifle his moan.
“Here’s a sneak peak; I will let you dominate now, I still feel a little bit drained.”
Gwiboon blew on his nipple before taking it within her mouth, rolling them between his tongue until they were stiff and peak. Jonghyun tilted his head back, mouth opening in silent moans. She was so talented with her mouth, was she still a virgin? Or was she not? The thought of Gwiboon pleasing someone and being pleased in return angered him. No one was to pleasure her but him, no one.
He roughly pulled her away from his chest and locked their lips together in searing kiss. “Mine,” he growled ferally, moving down his lips to bite hard on the expanse of her neck, “You are mine.”
If it were her hands doing the adventure, now it’s his hands. They traced the contour of her arms, slipping to her waist and snuck under her sweater. They crawled upward until he found the soft material of her bra. He quickly unclipped them, feeling it loosened around her skin.
“Take it off,” he murmured. She slowly sat on his lap, grinding down teasingly as she took off her sweater and tossed it somewhere. Jonghyun’s gaze followed the pink clothes that ended up on the floor before trailing back to Gwiboon who had her bra hanging loosely on her breast. Using his arm as leverage, he sat straight, making her slipped down a little from his lap. The friction it caused was making his breathe caught in his throat.
Had had expected her to wear something bold and daring like red or black bra with laces and provocative design. But she surprised him by wearing a simple white bra that you could find anywhere. The only detail it had was a small ribbon on the cleavage. He fingered the straps with mesmerized eyes. His finger slowly mapped the delicate cloth before slipping it off of her chest. Her breast were not impressively big, they didn’t spill out once the confining bra was gone. In fact, it’s almost small, but considering her slim figure, it was quite normal.
He planted a kiss on her cleavage, feeling her went stiff under his touch. His hands were on the back of her waist, holding her close. Jonghyun used his mouth to do the entire job; kissing the supple mounds and teasing her nipples. She gripped his shoulder when he took one of them inside his mouth; another hand is covering her mouth to hide her moan.
“Don’t hold back, just let it go,” he said on her breast before taking it inside again. Almost immediately, moans spilled forth from her lips. Jonghyun hummed lightly and pulled her closer, liking the way her stomach was touching his chest. After he’s done with her breasts, he nibbled on her neck, leaving another purplish mark on the unblemished skin.
“Pants, they need to go,” She said with shaky voice, hands already working to remove her short together with her panties. His breathe stilled at the sight of her, fully naked and completely undone by his touch. Her persistent tug on his pants reminded him that he needed to lose them, too.
Gwiboon unabashedly stared at his crotch, half admiring and half scrutinizing. If he thought earlier it he couldn’t get any hotter, then he was wrong.”Uhh, Gwiboon?”
“Hey, can you do me a favor?” she asked, eyes never moving from his laps.
Jonghyun swallowed thickly, “Yeah, of course. What is it?”
“I, I never done this before.”
A silence, then, “Oh. Okay, so this is your first time?”
“My very first time.”
“Umm, okay.”
Dear god, please tell me that Kim Gwiboon was still virgin and I will be the one to deflower her, sincerely, Kim Jonghyun.
“Jjong?”
“Yeah?”
She shyly looked up at him from beneath her longs lashes. Jonghyun marveled at her ability to look innocent in less than innocent situation. “Don’t make me, you know, take it in my mouth.”
Jonghyun glanced at his cock then at her. He was very tempted to ask her why not but the slight fear and confusion, the uncertainty and helpless expression on her frustratingly virgin face stopped him from doing so. “It’s okay if you didn’t want to,” he curled his lips into a soft smile.
Her bashful smile was seriously messing with his head, and her hand that guided his palm to the mound of her opening was driving him mad. “I, I don’t know if this was enough to make up for that, and I do not know how this worked either, but…”
Jonghyun slowly positioned his fingers on her opening while resting his thumb on her thigh. “Look at me, Gwiboon, just look at me.” She nodded hesitantly. He could clearly see it; she was scared. This was her first time doing this kind of thing, it was only normal for any woman to feel like this. She might not be just anyone but when it came to this, everyone is always the same; always so insecure. “I want you to believe in me, can you do that?”
“Jjong, I…yeah, I can. But-“ He silenced her with a gentle kiss, just a feathery touch of lips that left her staring dazedly at him.
“That’s all I need to hear.” Jonghyun pressed his palm on her mound and began to rub it in small circle. Ten circles and then he tapped her ten times. He repeated the movements again and again until she was keening and begging for him to take her here and there.
“Fuck it, Jjong. Oh god, don’t stop.” She panted beside his ears.
Jonghyun licked her earlobe, half grinning while still rubbing her opening. “Do you like it? They called this tap dance.”
“I don’t care what they called this, ah, yeah, this is nice. But, damn it, I need you inside, right now.”
With one last hard tap that made her lurch on his embrace, Jonghyun sink his teeth deep into the flesh under her ear, marking her yet again as if all purple bruises on her skin weren’t enough. “You sure you want it? You sure you want me inside of you?”
“I,” she didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence because Jonghyun took her hand to circle his leaking cock. Gwiboon stilled, eyes widening at the feel of his pulsing organ against her palm.
“Are you sure, Gwiboon? We can take it slow,” gently, he kissed her forehead. “After all, we still have another time.”
She let her head fell on his shoulder, breathing into his scent and wound her hands around his torso. “Is it okay with you?”
Another kiss to the same spot before murmuring to her skin, “totally okay with me. But let me pleasure you, okay? At least until you comes.”
“But what about you?”
He was honestly touched that she cared about him. Jonghyun felt loved and it was enough. “I can take care of myself, I’m big enough.”
When she laughed, he was glad to hear the trace of her signature playfulness in it. He couldn’t have thought that this girl who was always playing hard to get and flirt with him was actually a virgin. All this time, she always acted so sure of herself, so suave, and sensual. She knew what she had and knew how to use it for her advantage. But behind that? Behind that mask of popularity and fame, was pure and innocent Kim Gwiboon who was insecure of herself and had been dreaming of someone she saw on a magazine. That someone was none other than him, Kim Jonghyun, who was also bewitched by her charm.
“Well, if you said so.”
Jonghyun kissed her square in the mouth before rolling her to his back and crawled atop her, hands still on her opening. He pleasured her until she was nothing but writing mess of pants and moan, totally under his mercy. When she came, she closed her mouth tightly, but her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes; they’re wide, staring at Jonghyun like he was the center of her everything. The sight was truly mesmerizing to behold, Jonghyun made sure to engrave it within his memory.
After jerking himself off with couple of strokes and passionate kiss from Gwiboon, Jonghyun lied boneless on the bed, trying to even his breathing.
“Jjong?”
“Mmm?”
“Thank you.”
He furrowed his brows together, “for what?”
“For being considerate enough since this is my first time.”
He rolled to his side, pulling her so they’re face to face. “Do you love me?”
When she was silent, Jonghyun felt fear gripping his heart, clawing and gnawing on him mercilessly. Honestly, knowing that she had let him to be the first to intimately touch him, knowing that she had been crushing on him longer than he was crushing on her, wasn’t enough for this fear inside of him to dissipate. There was no meaning if she didn’t love him back. Jonghyun had fall, hard and was already in the point of no return. If Gwiboon was only playing with him, toying with his heart, he seriously was going to cry.
“Do you love me?” she asked him back.
“I do,” the answer was quick, short, but certain and definite. He knew this was not lust; this was something much deeper than that; this was love, this had to be. “I love you.”
Gwiboon leaned forward to kiss his lips slowly. When she pulled back, Jonghyun could practically see ocean of stars in it. “I thought I’ve told you that you’re my prince charming.”
“Does a princess always love her prince charming?”
“She always does,” she murmured, not taking her eyes away from him. “I always do.”
Jonghyun pulled her until she was flushed against him; he tucked her head under his chin and kissed the crown of her hair. “That’s good, really good.”
Gwiboon was the only one who fell asleep. Jonghyun stayed awake, carding his hand through her velvety hair until she woke up again together with the sunrise.
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She smells like lavender and woody amber; warm and sensual. The trace of fruity scent is refreshing on her. Jonghyun didn’t even think to know what she is wearing because he smells the same; Burberry London for Men.
The masculine smell doesn’t suit her pink Dior strappy heels and her sleek white Chloe short sleeved dress. It doesn’t suit the light pink makeup on her face either, courtesy of YSL.
The only reason why it suits her is because, just like the rest of herself (branded from head to the toe), the scent is branded, too. It is his brand on her.
Kim Gwiboon is always branded and Kim Jonghyun only wished for nothing but to brand her; brand her as his and he has done that. Quite merrily if he had to say, if the matching platinum bands on their ring fingers didn’t tell you enough.
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He slept like a log with eyes half opened until Gwiboon woke him up with a hard shove, the girl could be a sadist sometimes, and it seemed she had developed a liking to hurt Jonghyun by shaking him too roughly and shoving him hard. Oh, she had hit him with a bag, too.
Jonghyun fumbled with his apartment’s key before finally getting it right and unlocked it with an audible click. Gwiboon didn’t wait to be invited; she made her way inside like she was in her own apartment. She looked around with eyes full of curiosity. Jonghyun vaguely thought about how cute she was before throwing himself to a couch that he had strategically placed so he could slump on it the first thing after he came in.
“Oh god, Jjong, I don’t know you’re such a lazy ass!” Gwiboon exclaimed with mock disgust in her voice. Jonghyun’s only response was a grunt, his feet was working to detangle his loafers. They fell on the floor will small thud.
The two of them lapse into a comfortable round of silence; Jonghyun was trying to take a rest while Gwiboon was probably inspecting his room like a detective working on the crime scene. It lasted for less than two minutes until she was pulling Jonghyun again by the arm, “What?” He asked, making half-assed attempt in hiding his annoyance.
“Come one, let’s get you into the bath, you smell like, I don’t know, your feet?” She looked at him crossly. Jonghyun frowned and pushed her hand away none too roughly before getting on his feet. Gwiboon wasn’t looking happy and he felt a little (very very, actually) guilty.
“Sorry, uhh, I, well, I will get there myself, okay? You just wait here, make yourself comfortable; make yourself at home-“
“Jjong, I said in your office that we will get you to the bath.” Gwiboon cut him, looking at Jonghyun with such intensity that could bore a hole on his head. “If I let you in there alone, you’ll probably fall asleep or something. I wouldn’t want that.”
Wow, she said she wouldn’t want that. Jonghyun would want, thought, it sounded so tempting, sleeping in the bathtub. He would catch a cold later and he would use it as an excuse from work. But, wait, what did she say again?
Jonghyun openly gaped at the girl in front of her, “Did you just say you want to, the bath?” he flailed stupidly, pointing at where his bathroom was and them at himself, “Me?”
“No, I’m not going to take a bath with you, sleepyhead. I’m going to,” she paused, looking away while worrying her bottom lips. “You know, just get inside, I’ve filled the tub. Just, get in!” There was a hint of impatience in Gwiboon’s voice and something else, edging with desperation, that made Jonghyun followed her order without further question. Inside, his head was a whirlwind of emotion; confusion, curiosity, disbelief, excitement, giddiness, uncertainty, and pretty much everything else.
True to her word, the bath tub had been filled, and not only with water, but also with bubbles. Bubble bath, when was the last time he had them? Did he even have them? Shrugging, Jonghyun unbuckled his belt and let it fell to the floor. His skinny jeans were next, followed by his jacket, and white shirt. Standing only in his dark blue trunk, Jonghyun looked back at the closed door behind him before chucking the undergarment off. He then sinks himself within the tub, stretching his limbs until his body was filling the tub. Once he felt comfortable, he let his head lean on the edge.
This felt nice, this smelt nice, too. Jonghyun was ready to fall asleep again when suddenly, he heard the door being opened and Gwiboon entered. Her wavy hair was tied into messy bun and her pink cashmere sweater was rolled to her elbow.
“What the fuck, Gwiboon?!” He screeched, in a very unmanly way, and in instinct, burry his hand inside the water to cover his bubble covered crotch. His face was redder than Marilyn Monroe’s lips. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Instead of looking bashful, Gwiboon actually smirked, looking so proud and amused like how she should not be. “Making sure you wouldn’t fall asleep and catch a cold,” she dragged a wooden chair and placed it beside the tub where Jonghyun’s head was resting. “And to wash your hair, you could use some help.”
His blood was confused, that’s for sure. Some of them wanted to rush to his head and some other wanted to rush south. Gwiboon was facing him upside down; he saw her lips where she saw his eyes and he saw her eyes where she saw his lips. This was driving him crazy.
“You’ll get yourself wet,” Jonghyun managed to croak out. It felt like someone had robbed his voice out of him.
“Mmm, I can use yours, do you mind?”
The thought of Gwiboon dressed in his own clothes, smelling like his own, made Jonghyun grinned lazily. “Yeah, I like that.”
That was not the question; he swore he could hear Gwiboon said, or maybe that was just his imagination. Jonghyun let his eyes fell close as Gwiboon’s fingers delicately card through his hair. “Sit straight, I won’t peak, I can’t even look through this bubble.” The last part was said with sarcasm.
Jonghyun laughed, he gripped the edge of the tub as leverage to straighten his back. Gwiboon took the shower and began rinsing his hair with cold water. “Do you know where the shampoo is?” He was answered with the feelings of her palm lathering his hair with clean scented liquid. Jonghyun sighed when she massaged his head, kneading gently on his scalp with the tip of her fingers. He tilted his head back to make her job easier.
Gwiboon hummed under her breathe, hands diligently working on his head, “how does it feel?”
“Feels good, “ Jonghyun sighed, completely forgetting he was naked in a bath and was covered with nothing but bubbles.
“Good then,” was her short response to the comment. When her fingers left his hair, Jonghyun whimpered at the loss of contact. But when she rinsed his hair, her fingers returned, doing the job of cleaning the shampoo from his head.
She didn’t say anything when she was done. All she did was turning the shower off and dragged the chair behind her, leaving Jonghyun blinking the water out of his eyes. Gwiboon was already gone when Jonghyun’s eyes had been cleared. The boy stared at the door with dazed expression on his face; did Kim Gwiboon just wash his hair?
Jonghyun continued bathing in silence, he leaned his head back on the edge while staring at the vacant spot ahead. He tried to put two and two together but none of them was enough to satisfy him. What the hell had just happened? Why did Kim Gwiboon come into his bathroom half-unannounced and gave him the head massage of century? What was the girl playing at?
Sleepy yet determined to know the answer; Jonghyun got out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist. He didn’t forget to brush his teeth before walking out.
Gwiboon was lounging on his couch, reading newspaper with serious expression on her pretty face. He thought newspaper didn’t suit her at all, fashion or lifestyle magazines did. She wasn’t someone that struck Jonghyun as political-aware type. She was a girl who was branded from head to the toe, from her fingers to the strands of her hair. He really wanted to wrench the papers out of her hands and replaced it with something, anything else, even a cook book or pretty pastel colored notebook will do.
“What is it with men and their tendencies to wet the floor?” Gwiboon said exasperatedly, lowering the papers to look at Jonghyun.
His pride swelled when he saw her eyes widened a little. He might have lacked the washboard abs (the muscles on his stomach were quite defined, though), but it was his shoulders; his board shoulders and a pair of perfectly sculpted limbs that attached to them, that had always been his pride. They’re his most prized possession.
It would have been very cheesy if Jonghyun asked her whether she liked what she sees or not. He merely raised his shoulders in a shrug and gave her confused look, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the same reason why women have tendencies to keep everything dry and clean?”
She pursed her lips together, looking and unimpressed, but didn’t elaborate further. Gwiboon’s stare on him was unnerving; it had Jonghyun felt like he was being undressed even though he was wearing nothing but towel. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she hushed him away with the wave of her hand. “Call me when you’re fully dressed, I will dry your hair properly.”
It occurred to Jonghyun that he could just come out here to the living to get his hair done. At the same time, it also occurred to him that she was probably using this as an excuse to get into his room. Feeling thrilled, Jonghyun dried himself very quickly and slipped into his underwear and black trainer. He was going to sleep anyways, why would put a shirt on? He always sleeps bare-chested.
“Come in, Gwiboon-ah,” he called out, sitting on the bed and put the towel over his head.
The door creaked when Gwiboon opened it. She walked quietly on carpeted floor, not making any noise that Jonghyun couldn’t tell where she was. But when he felt something touched the towel on his head, Jonghyun knew it was her. Just like before, Gwiboon worked in silence, drying Jonghyun’s hair without saying anything. It didn’t matter; Jonghyun liked this kind of comfortable silence.
His eyes were dropping slowly when Gwiboon suddenly pushed him to the bed. He fell on his bed with a surprised oof, hands on either side of his body. When he looked up, Gwiboon was straddling him, oh god.
“Do you want to sleep first,” she paused, locking their eyes together in passionate gaze, “or you want to play first?”
Jonghyun could practically feel his heart ramming against his ribcages, the voice was so loud that it threatened to deafen him. “Play? What play?”
She lowered her head to him, nose almost touching his and whispered, “that play.”
He blinked, once, twice, thrice, before feeling her finger on his naked torso and dumbly said, “Oh, that play.”
“Yeah, Jjong, that play. So, do you want to play first or sleep first?”
“I, “ damn it all, this was the second time she offered him something (the first being when she called him and asked him if he was busy) but there was something else that could not wait for him. Before, it was deadline, and now, it was sleep. Sleep, he really needed his beauty sleep because despite his crazily beating heart, his whole body felt heavy and they ached all over.
“Well, which one, Jjong? I cannot wait forever,” her fingers slowly, ever so slowly climbed upward and stopped on his chest, almost touching his nipple. The statement scared him a little; will she left him if he said he wanted to sleep first?
“Was this your intention?” he asked, voice heavy with sleepiness to let her know who exhausted he was. “To get me on the bed?”
Her laugh was playful and it sent chill down Jonghyun’s half damp spine. “It was always my intention to get into your bed. Wasn’t it’s yours too?”
“You’re driving me crazy, Gwiboon. Ever since I saw you and has always been even up until now,” he breathed out, eyes searching into her only to found the same passion; the same need. Kim Gwiboon needed him; she needed him, not wanted him. That was all he needed to know that she was not going to leave him until she got to play with him. “As much as I’d like to take you now, I really really need to sleep. I’m having difficulties to keep my eyes open as we speak.”
Jonghyun fluttered his lashes as if to make his point. The soft smile that splayed across Gwiboon’s face at that was blinding. She moved away from his body and Jonghyun’s hands were itching to take her back. But he could hardly lift his back from the mattress; she had to half drag him until his head was properly placed on the pillows.
“You sleep now. We will play later,” she murmured, brushing the hair out of his face.
“You’re not leaving, right?”
Gwiboon gave him no answer, or maybe she did but he missed it because he was already falling asleep, dreaming of her warm curled beside him.
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When Jonghyun woke up, the first thing he noticed was how his pillow smelt so much like Gwiboon. When Jonghyun opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a pair of smooth and long legs. He quietly gasped, despite his sleep induced trance; he somehow could make up the situation. He was asleep while using her lap as pillow. He was also aware of the weight of her palm on his head.
“Aren’t you going to tell me anytime soon that you woke up already?” Gwiboon dryly asked from somewhere above him.
Slowly, Jonghyun rolled onto his back and looked at her. The sight had him ceased breathing altogether. She had her face clear from all trace of makeup, leaving it bare for no one else but him to see. Her hair were falling naturally on her shoulders, some of them were tucked behind her right ear. She was still wearing the same pink cashmere sweater except the sleeves weren’t rolled to her elbows like how Jonghyun remembered seeing it yesterday when she was straddling him.
There was something flaring alive within him, fully waking him up from his slumber. He became fully aware of their close proximity and the mutual burning needs in their eyes. Gwiboon licked her lips and that; that snapped something inside of him, breaking all his restrains, and set him free.
“I’m up,” he lazily smirked, letting her see the he wanted it, too; he needed it as much as she did. “Up for the game.”
Her breathe hitched, his was too. Slowly, ever so slowly, Gwiboon dipped her head as Jonghyun raised his. Their lips met and they stayed still, unmoving. He simply felt her lips upon his, noting how soft they were. She smiled on his lips before saying, “you taste good for someone who just woke up.”
Even her talking directly on his lips was already fraying his nerves. Jonghyun began to move, molding their lips together lazily in chaste kiss. They kissed again and again; the kisses were innocent, nothing more than the touch of lips against lips. His neck began to ache from his position so he stopped her for a while to roll on his back beside her. Gwiboon looked down on him with crooked brow. Jonghyun raised his arm then curled his palm around her neck, fingers resting on her nape and trapping some of his hair.
He pulled her down so their lips meet again. This time, he coaxed her lips open with his tongue. She did not resist, letting the slick muscle insider her mouth. Jonghyun explored her cavern, leaving every single nook and cranny untouched. She didn’t taste like vanilla or strawberry, didn’t taste like mint either. Her taste was a spicy, tiniest hint of bitterness, and something Jonghyun couldn’t put his (tongue) finger on. “What did you just eat?” he managed to ask between their series of open mouthed kisses.
“Spaghetti aglio oglio,” she said quickly before forcing her tongue within his mouth. God, Jonghyun wished he could tell her how she was making her way into his head, into his brain; into his heart. They were just kissing and he already felt like he was done for.
“Things you did to me,” he breathed out sharply when Gwiboon kissed his chin and starting to trail down his neck. “Made me undone, you know that?”
She answered him with a sharp bite on his neck, Jonghyun cringed at the pain.
“You, I swear, always playing hard to get, flirting with me, teasing me. You did dream about me, didn’t you?”
Her lips ascended to kiss him again, sweeping her tongue around Jonghyun’s teeth. “I did dream of myself,” she paused, looking at Jonghyun’s eyes, “being debauched by you in many different ways.”
Jonghyun could only stare at her, mouth slightly ajar. He had dreamt of making Kim Gwiboon his own but he never expected her to dream about the same thing. “When?” at the confused look on her face, Jonghyun questioned again, “When did you start? How long have you been dreaming of me?”
“Maybe you didn’t know but there was this picture of you attending a local show in a magazine. You looked so dashing, you know. I found myself looking up about you in Google.” Her confession was accompanied with faint blush on her cheeks. “Even before we met, I’ve been dreaming about you; my prince charming.”
Jonghyun crashed their lips together with one hand on her nape and the other on her thigh, running down her supple skin to rest on the inside of her knee. “Did you look up for what I like too, on Google?”
“I asked around,” she grinned, licking Jonghyun’s lips and guided the hand on her knee to sneak under her sweater, letting it touching her skin. “It’s just sheer luck I happened to have everything you like.”
He hooked his thumb under the band of her white pants, asking her for permission with his eyes. When he earned her nod as an answer, he didn’t remove her pants; instead, he sneaked his palm beneath his panty to grab the globe of her ass. Gwiboon’s moan was sweet on his ears. He began kneading them gently, using his fingers to rub and pinch. His other hand followed later so he had both palms inside her panties, enjoying the feeling of her sweet ass.
“Fuck, Jjong. Fuck it,” she gasped, mewling when Jonghyun’s fingers parted the cheeks, “Fuck you.”
“Let’s enjoy this first, okay? It will eventually come sooner or later.”
Gwiboon let out a frustrated moan when Jonghyun took out his hands from her pants and kissed her openly, initiating a battle of dominance. He let her won, staying still under her and let her tongue do what it liked inside his mouth. Gwiboon was practically fucking his mouth.
Her hands were starting to touch him everywhere. They slowly crawl from his already dried torso to his chest. When her blunt fingernails grazed his nipple, Jonghyun groaned in her mouth, making her smirk in the process. “Do you want me to use my mouth?”
“Huh? What? Yeah, whatever that feels good.”
“You were being strangely submissive, Jjong. I thought you were dominating type,” she pinched his nipple, making him bit his lips to stifle his moan.
“Here’s a sneak peak; I will let you dominate now, I still feel a little bit drained.”
Gwiboon blew on his nipple before taking it within her mouth, rolling them between his tongue until they were stiff and peak. Jonghyun tilted his head back, mouth opening in silent moans. She was so talented with her mouth, was she still a virgin? Or was she not? The thought of Gwiboon pleasing someone and being pleased in return angered him. No one was to pleasure her but him, no one.
He roughly pulled her away from his chest and locked their lips together in searing kiss. “Mine,” he growled ferally, moving down his lips to bite hard on the expanse of her neck, “You are mine.”
If it were her hands doing the adventure, now it’s his hands. They traced the contour of her arms, slipping to her waist and snuck under her sweater. They crawled upward until he found the soft material of her bra. He quickly unclipped them, feeling it loosened around her skin.
“Take it off,” he murmured. She slowly sat on his lap, grinding down teasingly as she took off her sweater and tossed it somewhere. Jonghyun’s gaze followed the pink clothes that ended up on the floor before trailing back to Gwiboon who had her bra hanging loosely on her breast. Using his arm as leverage, he sat straight, making her slipped down a little from his lap. The friction it caused was making his breathe caught in his throat.
Had had expected her to wear something bold and daring like red or black bra with laces and provocative design. But she surprised him by wearing a simple white bra that you could find anywhere. The only detail it had was a small ribbon on the cleavage. He fingered the straps with mesmerized eyes. His finger slowly mapped the delicate cloth before slipping it off of her chest. Her breast were not impressively big, they didn’t spill out once the confining bra was gone. In fact, it’s almost small, but considering her slim figure, it was quite normal.
He planted a kiss on her cleavage, feeling her went stiff under his touch. His hands were on the back of her waist, holding her close. Jonghyun used his mouth to do the entire job; kissing the supple mounds and teasing her nipples. She gripped his shoulder when he took one of them inside his mouth; another hand is covering her mouth to hide her moan.
“Don’t hold back, just let it go,” he said on her breast before taking it inside again. Almost immediately, moans spilled forth from her lips. Jonghyun hummed lightly and pulled her closer, liking the way her stomach was touching his chest. After he’s done with her breasts, he nibbled on her neck, leaving another purplish mark on the unblemished skin.
“Pants, they need to go,” She said with shaky voice, hands already working to remove her short together with her panties. His breathe stilled at the sight of her, fully naked and completely undone by his touch. Her persistent tug on his pants reminded him that he needed to lose them, too.
Gwiboon unabashedly stared at his crotch, half admiring and half scrutinizing. If he thought earlier it he couldn’t get any hotter, then he was wrong.”Uhh, Gwiboon?”
“Hey, can you do me a favor?” she asked, eyes never moving from his laps.
Jonghyun swallowed thickly, “Yeah, of course. What is it?”
“I, I never done this before.”
A silence, then, “Oh. Okay, so this is your first time?”
“My very first time.”
“Umm, okay.”
Dear god, please tell me that Kim Gwiboon was still virgin and I will be the one to deflower her, sincerely, Kim Jonghyun.
“Jjong?”
“Yeah?”
She shyly looked up at him from beneath her longs lashes. Jonghyun marveled at her ability to look innocent in less than innocent situation. “Don’t make me, you know, take it in my mouth.”
Jonghyun glanced at his cock then at her. He was very tempted to ask her why not but the slight fear and confusion, the uncertainty and helpless expression on her frustratingly virgin face stopped him from doing so. “It’s okay if you didn’t want to,” he curled his lips into a soft smile.
Her bashful smile was seriously messing with his head, and her hand that guided his palm to the mound of her opening was driving him mad. “I, I don’t know if this was enough to make up for that, and I do not know how this worked either, but…”
Jonghyun slowly positioned his fingers on her opening while resting his thumb on her thigh. “Look at me, Gwiboon, just look at me.” She nodded hesitantly. He could clearly see it; she was scared. This was her first time doing this kind of thing, it was only normal for any woman to feel like this. She might not be just anyone but when it came to this, everyone is always the same; always so insecure. “I want you to believe in me, can you do that?”
“Jjong, I…yeah, I can. But-“ He silenced her with a gentle kiss, just a feathery touch of lips that left her staring dazedly at him.
“That’s all I need to hear.” Jonghyun pressed his palm on her mound and began to rub it in small circle. Ten circles and then he tapped her ten times. He repeated the movements again and again until she was keening and begging for him to take her here and there.
“Fuck it, Jjong. Oh god, don’t stop.” She panted beside his ears.
Jonghyun licked her earlobe, half grinning while still rubbing her opening. “Do you like it? They called this tap dance.”
“I don’t care what they called this, ah, yeah, this is nice. But, damn it, I need you inside, right now.”
With one last hard tap that made her lurch on his embrace, Jonghyun sink his teeth deep into the flesh under her ear, marking her yet again as if all purple bruises on her skin weren’t enough. “You sure you want it? You sure you want me inside of you?”
“I,” she didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence because Jonghyun took her hand to circle his leaking cock. Gwiboon stilled, eyes widening at the feel of his pulsing organ against her palm.
“Are you sure, Gwiboon? We can take it slow,” gently, he kissed her forehead. “After all, we still have another time.”
She let her head fell on his shoulder, breathing into his scent and wound her hands around his torso. “Is it okay with you?”
Another kiss to the same spot before murmuring to her skin, “totally okay with me. But let me pleasure you, okay? At least until you comes.”
“But what about you?”
He was honestly touched that she cared about him. Jonghyun felt loved and it was enough. “I can take care of myself, I’m big enough.”
When she laughed, he was glad to hear the trace of her signature playfulness in it. He couldn’t have thought that this girl who was always playing hard to get and flirt with him was actually a virgin. All this time, she always acted so sure of herself, so suave, and sensual. She knew what she had and knew how to use it for her advantage. But behind that? Behind that mask of popularity and fame, was pure and innocent Kim Gwiboon who was insecure of herself and had been dreaming of someone she saw on a magazine. That someone was none other than him, Kim Jonghyun, who was also bewitched by her charm.
“Well, if you said so.”
Jonghyun kissed her square in the mouth before rolling her to his back and crawled atop her, hands still on her opening. He pleasured her until she was nothing but writing mess of pants and moan, totally under his mercy. When she came, she closed her mouth tightly, but her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes; they’re wide, staring at Jonghyun like he was the center of her everything. The sight was truly mesmerizing to behold, Jonghyun made sure to engrave it within his memory.
After jerking himself off with couple of strokes and passionate kiss from Gwiboon, Jonghyun lied boneless on the bed, trying to even his breathing.
“Jjong?”
“Mmm?”
“Thank you.”
He furrowed his brows together, “for what?”
“For being considerate enough since this is my first time.”
He rolled to his side, pulling her so they’re face to face. “Do you love me?”
When she was silent, Jonghyun felt fear gripping his heart, clawing and gnawing on him mercilessly. Honestly, knowing that she had let him to be the first to intimately touch him, knowing that she had been crushing on him longer than he was crushing on her, wasn’t enough for this fear inside of him to dissipate. There was no meaning if she didn’t love him back. Jonghyun had fall, hard and was already in the point of no return. If Gwiboon was only playing with him, toying with his heart, he seriously was going to cry.
“Do you love me?” she asked him back.
“I do,” the answer was quick, short, but certain and definite. He knew this was not lust; this was something much deeper than that; this was love, this had to be. “I love you.”
Gwiboon leaned forward to kiss his lips slowly. When she pulled back, Jonghyun could practically see ocean of stars in it. “I thought I’ve told you that you’re my prince charming.”
“Does a princess always love her prince charming?”
“She always does,” she murmured, not taking her eyes away from him. “I always do.”
Jonghyun pulled her until she was flushed against him; he tucked her head under his chin and kissed the crown of her hair. “That’s good, really good.”
Gwiboon was the only one who fell asleep. Jonghyun stayed awake, carding his hand through her velvety hair until she woke up again together with the sunrise.
-
She smells like lavender and woody amber; warm and sensual. The trace of fruity scent is refreshing on her. Jonghyun didn’t even think to know what she is wearing because he smells the same; Burberry London for Men.
The masculine smell doesn’t suit her pink Dior strappy heels and her sleek white Chloe short sleeved dress. It doesn’t suit the light pink makeup on her face either, courtesy of YSL.
The only reason why it suits her is because, just like the rest of herself (branded from head to the toe), the scent is branded, too. It is his brand on her.
Kim Gwiboon is always branded and Kim Jonghyun only wished for nothing but to brand her; brand her as his and he has done that. Quite merrily if he had to say, if the matching platinum bands on their ring fingers didn’t tell you enough.
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That was long. If you didn't notice because i failed at writing, they're wearing engagement ring or something like that. Please kindly share your opinion and thank you for reading this long assed story ＼(＾▽＾*)(*＾▽＾)／