A Dinner Date

You’d gone over to the boys’ dorm to eat dinner with them, and in an attempt to steal some time alone with Wonho had offered to do dishes. The other members quickly scattered, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen where you both went to work. While you both washed, dried and put away the dishes the two of you talked about your day you each had. He told you about practice, laughing about the silliness they employed between serious practices to keep up moral. While the boys were all grateful for their fans, the constant work took its toll especially in the practice room, there was little room for mistakes and tensions quickly built up. Each member had to find a way to blow off steam, and outside of the practice room, Wonho had found a different way to destress. After finishing up the dishes, you hopped up on the counter to sit and talk to him. He looked at you and smiled, drying his hands on a towel he walked toward you and stopped between your legs. He laid the towel beside you coming even closer in the process. He smelled like he always did after practice, a hint of the soap he used, a hint of his deodorant, a hint of his cologne that he wore even to practice, and a hint of sweat. He noticed you sniff, “Do you I need a shower?” he asked slightly worried. “No!” you assured him, as he leaned back and gripped your thighs. As he hands pushed the fabric up, you became aware that you’d chosen to wear a dress. This was supposed to be a quick meal, and then the boys would head back to practice after a short break. The weeks leading up to their comeback meant they practically lived in the practice room. You hadn’t put much thought into what you’d put on this morning but now you were extremely aware of your dress, the cotton fabric as it brushed against your skin but you were more aware of him. The warmth of his hands on the outside of your thighs, the feel of the fabric of his clothes brushing against the inside of your thighs as you instinctually squeezed him as your excitement rose. He smiled again and pulled you closer to the edge of the counter and leaned in for a kiss. It wasn’t gentle, he was short on time. His tongue invaded your mouth causing you to moan and you pulled him even closer, wrapping your legs around him tighter you felt his excitement through his pants. His hand reached up and grabbed your hair, pulling just hard enough to send a shiver down your spine and his mouth was quickly on your throat. Biting, sucking, licking. You moaned again and he chuckled and moved his mouth to your ear, “Sh,” he whispered in your ear, his breath against your ear exciting you more. You bit back your moan this time and moved to press your own kisses to his throat careful not to leave any marks. His hands, still on your thighs, tightened their grip in response. His breathing became heavy, he ground his pelvis into you causing you both to moan. You leaned away from him, “Should we stop?” you asked him as you tried to get your breathing and heart rate back to normal. “No, no, no,” he said as he slid something out of his back pocket and set it on the counter top, a condom you noticed when you glanced down, “we absolutely should not stop yet”. “Here?!” you asked surprised, you could easily get caught, there was no guarantee another member wouldn’t walk into the kitchen at any moment it was practically a miracle they hadn’t already busted the two of you kissing as it was. “There’s nowhere else,” he said and kissed you again, “but we don’t have to,” another kiss, deeper “we can just keep doing this or maybe something a little more than this but a bit less than that.” he said as his thumb slipped under your panties and gently slipped his thumb inside of you. You were excited and your wetness reflected that. For a moment he simply watched your reactions to his thumbs movements.

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