COME FOR ME
TITLE: Come For Me
Author: ailaling1017
Genre: romance, smut, PWP(?)
Warnings: genderswitch, explicit sex, het smut
Disclaimer: Sad to say, I do not own Super Junior. ;A;
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: SiChul; girl!Chul
Verse: alternate
Type/Status: One-shot; Complete; 3,527W
Summary: Choi Siwon’s antithesis exists in the form of Choi Siwon behind closed doors.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANJ! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
Thanks to my lovely beta lavender_lace12 ~ thanks Ate!xD
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The Choi Motor Corporation is one of Korea’s leading automaker companies known for its prestigious record in the business industry. Everyone in the corporate world wanted a bite of the sheer influence that the company holds. It is an empire, quite literally - and what’s an empire without its emperor right?
His name is Choi Siwon - probably, no, definitely Korea’s most eligible bachelor as of late. He has been quite visible to the public eye throughout his childhood and even more so in the past couple of months since he took over their company’s chairmanship upon his father’s retirement.
Siwon is, in the purest sense of the word, a good boy. He was brought up in a way that’d make military school seem like a haven.
Three Bs - that’s what he is. Beauty. Brains. Body. Oh yes, he’s definitely all that.
Siwon’s skills in soccer rivaled that of professionals. In fact, he could’ve passed for one had he decided to choose said path. Being the ace in the team, many mourned Siwon’s departure when he graduated from high school and had to leave for university in the States. Seasonals just wasn’t just the same without a certain Choi Siwon on the field.
Speaking of which, Siwon finished university with flying colors - being magna cum laude, not suma cum laude, but still, it was no easy feat. Not when you graduated from an Ivy League school - Harvard, no less.
And if that wasn’t enough, he was an active student leader too - always up to date with the current issues of society and ever so present in various extracurricular activities - acting like he didn’t have too much on his plate by now. As if the loads of homework the professors (who thought they were God’s gift to mankind because of their oh-so-superior-intellect) wasn’t enough to turn any normal student into a madman already.
Through it all, Siwon made everything look like a walk in the park, or maybe, runway would be more apt a term - Siwon, after all, is more than capable of giving them top models in the fashion world a run for their money.
Siwon is all things a perfect gentleman should be - and more. Never did he once complain despite the fact that he didn’t have a say about the course his life should take. Everything in his existence had been predetermined and Siwon, being the perfect son that he is, is ever so compliant to his father’s requests.
What the public doesn’t realize is that Choi Siwon is so much more than what meets the eye.
Choi Siwon’s antithesis exists in the form of Choi Siwon behind closed doors.
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“Fuck this shit! Everything hate.” Heechul cursed under her breath as she cut her finger on a shard of glass that she was flipping merely a few seconds ago.
She brought said finger to her mouth and started to suck the blood off - ignoring the sting that the wound caused.
“Do you have any idea how expensive I bought that goblet for? You have to pay for that.” a deep voice sounded from somewhere in front of her, and she couldn’t help but gape at the person who was standing across her. Heechul had to thank the bar counter for holding her up since she suddenly felt her knees go weak.
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Kim Heechul has been working as a bartender in this godforsaken bar which she couldn’t even be bothered remembering the name of, for who knows how long. Paying for university called for sacrifices, and sacrifice, Heechul did. It’s not like she could work at that quaint little bookstore she has always loved - bookstores didn’t usually open at night,and she wasn’t the type of person who would be caught dead wearing an apron, had she decided to work in a fast food chain. At least, in the bar, they let her wear what she wants as long as her outfit is generally black in color. It was her only option. She had to go to class in the day so here she is, sucking it up, like the fighter she’s been raised to become. After all, what’s four years of pain compared to the rewards to be reaped once she finally graduates. Right?
In the several months that she has worked in the bar, never had she paid much attention to her surroundings. It’s not like she was here to make friends anyway, she reasons. Besides, the lesser you know, the better.
Heechul wasn’t dumb and she knew that their establishment was the most prestigious of its kind. It catered to the elite of the elite. Artists sought refuge in the confines of said bar - letting themselves forget the outside world for a few unadulterated hours of pure freedom. Everyone knows hell will break lose if the media gets hold of so much as their guest list. Basically, Heechul, as well as the rest of the staff, are paid to keep their mouth shut. And when you had a paycheck that fat, you’d be more than happy to do as you’re told.
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“Ya!” the man snapped his fingers in front of Heechul’s face and she shook her head from side-to-side as if waking from a trance.
“I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t…” Heechul sputtered. Oh man, this was so bad.
She had to keep herself from shutting her eyes for the storm of curses that was sure to come. Oh, she has heard stories about the owner of the bar - awful stories. She clung to the counter for support instead - seeking purchase against the cold marble in an attempt to calm herself.
“I was just joking.” her “boss” chuckled and Heechul released the breath that she didn’t even notice she’d been holding.
Heechul could only blink when said man edged in closer - his breath ghosting over her cheeks as he leaned over the bar.
“I was, however, not joking when I said that you have to pay.” the man actually had the audacity to smirk, and Heechul almost slapped him across his pretty face. 'Almost' being the keyword, since one, contrary to popular belief, Heechul did have self-control, and two, slapping that face, she hated herself for admitting it, would just be a blasphemy of some sort. He was handsome all right. Those ads in the television didn’t do him justice at all.
“Um…” was all Heechul could say before she found herself being pulled by the hand. The man scribbled something on her outstretched palm before curling it on itself, placing a swift kiss on her knuckles before striding away.
It took Heechul a full five minutes to snap out of her reveries, and she felt blood rush to her ears. Nobody did that to Kim Heechul. She refuses to let someone have the satisfaction of being able to scare her. In this life, Heechul did the bullying. CEO or no CEO, Heechul was having none of it.
She took a quick glance at her palm and she just had to smile to herself. If there was something Heechul was good at, it was playing games. And if that guy wanted to play games, Heechul would be more than happy to do just that.
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Room 210
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Heechul blew her bangs off of her face as she stood in front of the closed door that had a plate with the number 210 emblazoned on it. She made it a point to change her sneakers into her red killer boots. The man was tall, she figured, and she was not gonna let herself loose that easily.
Heechul was a beautiful girl and she knew it. Heechul didn’t become anxious just because of men. Men get anxious because of Heechul.
Thus, she was more than confident that by the end of the night, she’d emerge victorious. Boy was she so wrong.
She took a deep breath before bringing her hand up to knock ever so lightly on the ornate carvings that adorned the soft wood - plastering a smile on her face that has won her a lot of favors in the past. If there was one thing Heechul was good at, it was using her charms to her advantage. What Heechul wants, Heechul gets.
What she failed to foresee though, is the half-naked form of the man who welcomed her into the room with nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Heechul felt her mouth go dry as she trailed her eyes on the glorious expanse of tanned skin across the man’s perfectly chiseled abdominal muscles, moving up to revel in his well built pectorals, and finally settling on the toothbrush that was on his mouth. Heechul thought it’d be better if other things were in the place of the toothbrush. The man had this amused grin on his face and Heechul couldn’t even bring herself to get mad anymore.
She didn’t have the will to protest when said man beckoned for her to come in with merely a sign of his fingers. It may have had something to do with his swaying ass as he retreated to the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth though. Heechul ogled until the ass man completely disappeared out of sight behind the bathroom door. Heechul thought it was such a shame.
Heechul was still standing by the door from where the man had left her when the bathroom door opened once more. She hastily looked up to the source of the sound.
It was her biggest mistake - or not.
There stood on the door frame was the man who was very pleasing to the eyes. His tan skin seemed to glow even more from the yellow light emanating from the bathroom. Heechul was mesmerized at the way he shook his wet hair from his face, and she felt her ears burn up for the second time that night - all for the same person, although for a completely different reason this time around.
“It seems that we have gotten on the wrong foot earlier. Miss?” Heechul didn’t notice that the man has crossed the distance between them and was now merely a few feet away - extending a hand with a smile on his face that showed his dimples. Heechul thought he’s the most handsome man she has ever met.
“Kim Heechul.” she croaked in response. That’s a first. Kim Heechul never croaked in front of anyone unless she had the flu. She had a weird feeling that this man will be the death of her.
“Okay then. I’m Siwon. Just Siwon.” the man spoke, voice barely a whisper as he stepped nearer.
Personal space be damned. Heechul knew she’d regret this in the morning but what the hell, it’s not every day that a prince, yes, because he can only be called that, comes knocking at your doorway. Or in this case, lets you in so willingly when you knock. Heechul thought she couldn’t care less. It was, after all, the 21st century already. To hell with chastity. Not even oxygen is pure nowadays.
That was Heechul’s last coherent thought as she let herself be pushed against the door - abandoning her sanity even just for the night.
Heechul fastened her legs over Siwon’s bare torso as the latter hoisted her up and pinned her against the door with his own body. The movement causing the loosely hanging towel around his waist to come off completely - making Heechul aware of Siwon’s need as his throbbing manhood pressed against the side of her thigh. Heechul mentally congratulated herself for wearing a skirt that night.
“Commando?” Siwon smiled the same amused smile he seemed to be giving Heechul a lot.
“Why not? Easy access is…” the rest of Heechul’s words were drowned when a pair of frantic lips crashed against her own. Siwon tasted like mint - may it be the aftershave or the toothpaste, Heechul couldn’t bring herself to care anymore. Not when Siwon was starting to tug her blouse off with such brute force that the buttons actually gave off.
“Impatient aren’t we?” Heechul teased - letting her eyeballs roll to the back of her head at the sensation of Siwon’s tongue mapping out her jaw - his hand doing wonders on her twins as he successfully rid her of her brassiere in mere seconds.
“Oh please. I’m not the one who’s wet all over the place.” Siwon whispered into her ear - nipping at the lobe before licking oh-so-slowly - sending a jolt through Heechul’s spine.
And Heechul realized that Siwon was right. She could feel her very own wet heat against Siwon’s abs. She knew she ought to be shy, ashamed even. But she knew she couldn’t blame herself - not when she’s been holding it in ever since Siwon opened the door for her.
Siwon was now leisurely lapping at her clavicles, heading south towards her left nipple, blowing hot air on it before engulfing it in his mouth while his other hand teased the other. Heechul couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips at the action. She was feeling sensitive all over and at that moment, she was finally convinced that there isn’t a thing that Choi Siwon can’t do. His tongue, among other things, is just as equally talented as the rest of his whole being.
Siwon abruptly stopped his ministrations and Heechul whimpered at the loss. She opened one eye and peeked at the man before her curiously - obviously frustrated.
“Now why does it seem that I’m the one indebted here? I thought I made it clear that you were going to pay?”
Heechul raised her eyebrows in confusion for a fraction of a second before her lips twitched in that all too familiar smirk that had Siwon drawn to her ever since he stepped in the bar that night. Oh yes, he wasn’t a genius for nothing. He may not be as cunning as his cousin Kyuhyun, but let’s just say, Siwon had a way of manipulating things to get what he wants.
“Oh poor you. You know you could’ve just asked.” Heechul grinned triumphantly as he placed a chaste kiss on Siwon’s lips before pushing him off her to go down on her knees.
Heechul let her breath ghost over Siwon’s proud erection and momentarily lifted her head to look at his reaction just for the kick of it. Siwon had his eyes closed and the impatience was showing on his delicate features. When Heechul didn’t do so much as breathe a couple more of times, Siwon cocked an eyebrow and looked down at her only to find her lips upturned in a mischievous smirk.
“Well, what’re you waiting for?” Siwon was beyond exasperation by this time.
“Say please.” Heechul giggled as she felt Siwon’s grip on her shoulders considerably tighten.
“Please. Heechul. Just.” Siwon’s ragged breathing felt like music to her ears.
“Good boy.” Heechul muttered and without so much as a warning, she flipped their positions, pinning Siwon’s thighs on the door with her left hand. Yes, Heechul was strong. She knew she could’ve very well fought Siwon when he made advances towards her. The thing is, she didn’t want to.
Siwon fisted his hands on Heechul’s brown tresses as Heechul started to lick his balls while she pumped Siwon’s member with her dominant hand - in a slow pace that drove Siwon crazy. She leisurely lapped at the underside of his cock, tracing the vein as she went, until she reached the tip. She gave the head a soft kiss before looking up to Siwon.
“Siwon.”
“Hmmm?”
“Look at me. Don’t look anywhere else or I’ll stop. Understand?”
Siwon could only nod in response.
“I want you to come for me.” Heechul said before she took the whole of Siwon’s length at once - taking in as much of the appendage as she could, pumping what her mouth couldn’t accommodate with her hand.
Siwon couldn’t bring himself to look away even if he wanted to. Heechul’s gaze held him at loss for words - or maybe that was Heechul’s mouth wrapped around his cock. Whichever it is, Siwon was pretty sure that Heechul was a girl like no other.
Siwon marveled at how Heechul could stay as gorgeous as ever as she bobbed her head up and down along his shaft - his breath hitching whenever Heechul did an experimental flick of her tongue on the slit of his manhood. When Heechul hollowed her cheek, Siwon thought he could see stars at the back of his skull but he refused to tear his gaze from where it was connected with Heechul’s eyes. When Heechul hummed at the back of her throat, Siwon couldn’t help but feel his resolve drop. He allowed himself to release all the tension from the familiar pooling in his stomach but he still didn’t look away. Strings of hot white pleasure wracked through his body as he came.
As Heechul swallowed and licked him clean, Siwon thought she has never looked more beautiful.
Siwon then pulled Heechul to stand back up - replacing his hands on either side of her hips as soon as she got to his eye level.
“Would that suffice, Sir?” Heechul breathed into Siwon’s ear - the man still panting as she brought their lips together in an open-mouthed kiss - letting him taste himself on her.
“It’s more than enough payment. But I’m not quite done with you just yet.” Siwon muttered under his breath as soon as their lips parted for much needed oxygen.
No sooner did Heechul find herself being hoisted off the floor again as Siwon carried her bridal style to the bed - laying her on the soft mattress - nicely spread out for him to devour.
Siwon gently crawled on top of her - bare bodies touching all at the right places. Heechul thought they fit like a puzzle - it was as if their bodies were made for each other. She was no virgin but no man has ever made her feel this way before. And she was pretty sure that the feeling was mutual - if the way Siwon caressed her curves with so much tenderness were anything to judge by, that is.
It was Heechul’s turn to shut her eyes as she felt Siwon’s hands slowly make their way to her nether regions, coaxing her to spread her legs with a slight tug, before inserting a finger into her heat. She couldn’t help but buck up into the touch - wanting more, needing more.
Siwon, as if on cue, added a second finger, then a third, scissoring it inside of Heechul so as to stretch her in preparation.
“Heechul.”
“Ye-e-e-s.” Heechul sputtered, eyes still closed.
“Look at me.”
And Heechul felt compelled to obey.
“I want you to come for me.”
It was all Siwon said before he brought himself to hover over Heechul once again - holding her hands against the mattress on either side of her head - capturing her mouth in a fiery battle of tongues as he started to push in.
Heechul’s screams of pain and pleasure tangled with Siwon’s grunts and suppressed moans - the sounds muffled by their tongues that were engaged in a dance for dominance. As Heechul tightened her legs around Siwon’s waist, Siwon took it as a cue to move - thrusting in and out at a slow pace and eventually gaining momentum.
As Siwon felt the familiar clenching of Heechul’s walls around him, he broke the kiss to hover above her once more, engaging her in a staring battle - wanting nothing more than to see that look of pleasure wash over her features - the look that was only for him.
As Heechul tipped over the edge, she found herself unable to look away from Siwon’s dark orbs - mirroring the lust she probably had on her own eyes as well. A couple of thrusts later, Heechul felt her entire being shudder as she came. She lifted her head to capture Siwon’s lips as she felt him empty inside her.
Siwon slumped over Heechul with his head on the crook of her shoulder - the both of them a tangle of sweaty limbs in a heap on the bed. As their erratic breathing started to slow down, Siwon pulled out of Heechul and landed on her side - gathering her in a hug with her back against the former’s chest.
“I think I love you.” Siwon breathed into Heechul’s hair. Heechul could feel his smile against her shoulder.
“I think I do too.” Heechul allowed herself to be honest for once.
She felt Siwon nuzzle in a little bit more into the nape of her neck before the both of them drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
Author: ailaling1017
Genre: romance, smut, PWP(?)
Warnings: genderswitch, explicit sex, het smut
Disclaimer: Sad to say, I do not own Super Junior. ;A;
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: SiChul; girl!Chul
Verse: alternate
Type/Status: One-shot; Complete; 3,527W
Summary: Choi Siwon’s antithesis exists in the form of Choi Siwon behind closed doors.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANJ! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
Thanks to my lovely beta lavender_lace12 ~ thanks Ate!xD
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The Choi Motor Corporation is one of Korea’s leading automaker companies known for its prestigious record in the business industry. Everyone in the corporate world wanted a bite of the sheer influence that the company holds. It is an empire, quite literally - and what’s an empire without its emperor right?
His name is Choi Siwon - probably, no, definitely Korea’s most eligible bachelor as of late. He has been quite visible to the public eye throughout his childhood and even more so in the past couple of months since he took over their company’s chairmanship upon his father’s retirement.
Siwon is, in the purest sense of the word, a good boy. He was brought up in a way that’d make military school seem like a haven.
Three Bs - that’s what he is. Beauty. Brains. Body. Oh yes, he’s definitely all that.
Siwon’s skills in soccer rivaled that of professionals. In fact, he could’ve passed for one had he decided to choose said path. Being the ace in the team, many mourned Siwon’s departure when he graduated from high school and had to leave for university in the States. Seasonals just wasn’t just the same without a certain Choi Siwon on the field.
Speaking of which, Siwon finished university with flying colors - being magna cum laude, not suma cum laude, but still, it was no easy feat. Not when you graduated from an Ivy League school - Harvard, no less.
And if that wasn’t enough, he was an active student leader too - always up to date with the current issues of society and ever so present in various extracurricular activities - acting like he didn’t have too much on his plate by now. As if the loads of homework the professors (who thought they were God’s gift to mankind because of their oh-so-superior-intellect) wasn’t enough to turn any normal student into a madman already.
Through it all, Siwon made everything look like a walk in the park, or maybe, runway would be more apt a term - Siwon, after all, is more than capable of giving them top models in the fashion world a run for their money.
Siwon is all things a perfect gentleman should be - and more. Never did he once complain despite the fact that he didn’t have a say about the course his life should take. Everything in his existence had been predetermined and Siwon, being the perfect son that he is, is ever so compliant to his father’s requests.
What the public doesn’t realize is that Choi Siwon is so much more than what meets the eye.
Choi Siwon’s antithesis exists in the form of Choi Siwon behind closed doors.
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“Fuck this shit! Everything hate.” Heechul cursed under her breath as she cut her finger on a shard of glass that she was flipping merely a few seconds ago.
She brought said finger to her mouth and started to suck the blood off - ignoring the sting that the wound caused.
“Do you have any idea how expensive I bought that goblet for? You have to pay for that.” a deep voice sounded from somewhere in front of her, and she couldn’t help but gape at the person who was standing across her. Heechul had to thank the bar counter for holding her up since she suddenly felt her knees go weak.
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Kim Heechul has been working as a bartender in this godforsaken bar which she couldn’t even be bothered remembering the name of, for who knows how long. Paying for university called for sacrifices, and sacrifice, Heechul did. It’s not like she could work at that quaint little bookstore she has always loved - bookstores didn’t usually open at night,and she wasn’t the type of person who would be caught dead wearing an apron, had she decided to work in a fast food chain. At least, in the bar, they let her wear what she wants as long as her outfit is generally black in color. It was her only option. She had to go to class in the day so here she is, sucking it up, like the fighter she’s been raised to become. After all, what’s four years of pain compared to the rewards to be reaped once she finally graduates. Right?
In the several months that she has worked in the bar, never had she paid much attention to her surroundings. It’s not like she was here to make friends anyway, she reasons. Besides, the lesser you know, the better.
Heechul wasn’t dumb and she knew that their establishment was the most prestigious of its kind. It catered to the elite of the elite. Artists sought refuge in the confines of said bar - letting themselves forget the outside world for a few unadulterated hours of pure freedom. Everyone knows hell will break lose if the media gets hold of so much as their guest list. Basically, Heechul, as well as the rest of the staff, are paid to keep their mouth shut. And when you had a paycheck that fat, you’d be more than happy to do as you’re told.
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“Ya!” the man snapped his fingers in front of Heechul’s face and she shook her head from side-to-side as if waking from a trance.
“I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t…” Heechul sputtered. Oh man, this was so bad.
She had to keep herself from shutting her eyes for the storm of curses that was sure to come. Oh, she has heard stories about the owner of the bar - awful stories. She clung to the counter for support instead - seeking purchase against the cold marble in an attempt to calm herself.
“I was just joking.” her “boss” chuckled and Heechul released the breath that she didn’t even notice she’d been holding.
Heechul could only blink when said man edged in closer - his breath ghosting over her cheeks as he leaned over the bar.
“I was, however, not joking when I said that you have to pay.” the man actually had the audacity to smirk, and Heechul almost slapped him across his pretty face. 'Almost' being the keyword, since one, contrary to popular belief, Heechul did have self-control, and two, slapping that face, she hated herself for admitting it, would just be a blasphemy of some sort. He was handsome all right. Those ads in the television didn’t do him justice at all.
“Um…” was all Heechul could say before she found herself being pulled by the hand. The man scribbled something on her outstretched palm before curling it on itself, placing a swift kiss on her knuckles before striding away.
It took Heechul a full five minutes to snap out of her reveries, and she felt blood rush to her ears. Nobody did that to Kim Heechul. She refuses to let someone have the satisfaction of being able to scare her. In this life, Heechul did the bullying. CEO or no CEO, Heechul was having none of it.
She took a quick glance at her palm and she just had to smile to herself. If there was something Heechul was good at, it was playing games. And if that guy wanted to play games, Heechul would be more than happy to do just that.
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Room 210
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Heechul blew her bangs off of her face as she stood in front of the closed door that had a plate with the number 210 emblazoned on it. She made it a point to change her sneakers into her red killer boots. The man was tall, she figured, and she was not gonna let herself loose that easily.
Heechul was a beautiful girl and she knew it. Heechul didn’t become anxious just because of men. Men get anxious because of Heechul.
Thus, she was more than confident that by the end of the night, she’d emerge victorious. Boy was she so wrong.
She took a deep breath before bringing her hand up to knock ever so lightly on the ornate carvings that adorned the soft wood - plastering a smile on her face that has won her a lot of favors in the past. If there was one thing Heechul was good at, it was using her charms to her advantage. What Heechul wants, Heechul gets.
What she failed to foresee though, is the half-naked form of the man who welcomed her into the room with nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Heechul felt her mouth go dry as she trailed her eyes on the glorious expanse of tanned skin across the man’s perfectly chiseled abdominal muscles, moving up to revel in his well built pectorals, and finally settling on the toothbrush that was on his mouth. Heechul thought it’d be better if other things were in the place of the toothbrush. The man had this amused grin on his face and Heechul couldn’t even bring herself to get mad anymore.
She didn’t have the will to protest when said man beckoned for her to come in with merely a sign of his fingers. It may have had something to do with his swaying ass as he retreated to the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth though. Heechul ogled until the ass man completely disappeared out of sight behind the bathroom door. Heechul thought it was such a shame.
Heechul was still standing by the door from where the man had left her when the bathroom door opened once more. She hastily looked up to the source of the sound.
It was her biggest mistake - or not.
There stood on the door frame was the man who was very pleasing to the eyes. His tan skin seemed to glow even more from the yellow light emanating from the bathroom. Heechul was mesmerized at the way he shook his wet hair from his face, and she felt her ears burn up for the second time that night - all for the same person, although for a completely different reason this time around.
“It seems that we have gotten on the wrong foot earlier. Miss?” Heechul didn’t notice that the man has crossed the distance between them and was now merely a few feet away - extending a hand with a smile on his face that showed his dimples. Heechul thought he’s the most handsome man she has ever met.
“Kim Heechul.” she croaked in response. That’s a first. Kim Heechul never croaked in front of anyone unless she had the flu. She had a weird feeling that this man will be the death of her.
“Okay then. I’m Siwon. Just Siwon.” the man spoke, voice barely a whisper as he stepped nearer.
Personal space be damned. Heechul knew she’d regret this in the morning but what the hell, it’s not every day that a prince, yes, because he can only be called that, comes knocking at your doorway. Or in this case, lets you in so willingly when you knock. Heechul thought she couldn’t care less. It was, after all, the 21st century already. To hell with chastity. Not even oxygen is pure nowadays.
That was Heechul’s last coherent thought as she let herself be pushed against the door - abandoning her sanity even just for the night.
Heechul fastened her legs over Siwon’s bare torso as the latter hoisted her up and pinned her against the door with his own body. The movement causing the loosely hanging towel around his waist to come off completely - making Heechul aware of Siwon’s need as his throbbing manhood pressed against the side of her thigh. Heechul mentally congratulated herself for wearing a skirt that night.
“Commando?” Siwon smiled the same amused smile he seemed to be giving Heechul a lot.
“Why not? Easy access is…” the rest of Heechul’s words were drowned when a pair of frantic lips crashed against her own. Siwon tasted like mint - may it be the aftershave or the toothpaste, Heechul couldn’t bring herself to care anymore. Not when Siwon was starting to tug her blouse off with such brute force that the buttons actually gave off.
“Impatient aren’t we?” Heechul teased - letting her eyeballs roll to the back of her head at the sensation of Siwon’s tongue mapping out her jaw - his hand doing wonders on her twins as he successfully rid her of her brassiere in mere seconds.
“Oh please. I’m not the one who’s wet all over the place.” Siwon whispered into her ear - nipping at the lobe before licking oh-so-slowly - sending a jolt through Heechul’s spine.
And Heechul realized that Siwon was right. She could feel her very own wet heat against Siwon’s abs. She knew she ought to be shy, ashamed even. But she knew she couldn’t blame herself - not when she’s been holding it in ever since Siwon opened the door for her.
Siwon was now leisurely lapping at her clavicles, heading south towards her left nipple, blowing hot air on it before engulfing it in his mouth while his other hand teased the other. Heechul couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips at the action. She was feeling sensitive all over and at that moment, she was finally convinced that there isn’t a thing that Choi Siwon can’t do. His tongue, among other things, is just as equally talented as the rest of his whole being.
Siwon abruptly stopped his ministrations and Heechul whimpered at the loss. She opened one eye and peeked at the man before her curiously - obviously frustrated.
“Now why does it seem that I’m the one indebted here? I thought I made it clear that you were going to pay?”
Heechul raised her eyebrows in confusion for a fraction of a second before her lips twitched in that all too familiar smirk that had Siwon drawn to her ever since he stepped in the bar that night. Oh yes, he wasn’t a genius for nothing. He may not be as cunning as his cousin Kyuhyun, but let’s just say, Siwon had a way of manipulating things to get what he wants.
“Oh poor you. You know you could’ve just asked.” Heechul grinned triumphantly as he placed a chaste kiss on Siwon’s lips before pushing him off her to go down on her knees.
Heechul let her breath ghost over Siwon’s proud erection and momentarily lifted her head to look at his reaction just for the kick of it. Siwon had his eyes closed and the impatience was showing on his delicate features. When Heechul didn’t do so much as breathe a couple more of times, Siwon cocked an eyebrow and looked down at her only to find her lips upturned in a mischievous smirk.
“Well, what’re you waiting for?” Siwon was beyond exasperation by this time.
“Say please.” Heechul giggled as she felt Siwon’s grip on her shoulders considerably tighten.
“Please. Heechul. Just.” Siwon’s ragged breathing felt like music to her ears.
“Good boy.” Heechul muttered and without so much as a warning, she flipped their positions, pinning Siwon’s thighs on the door with her left hand. Yes, Heechul was strong. She knew she could’ve very well fought Siwon when he made advances towards her. The thing is, she didn’t want to.
Siwon fisted his hands on Heechul’s brown tresses as Heechul started to lick his balls while she pumped Siwon’s member with her dominant hand - in a slow pace that drove Siwon crazy. She leisurely lapped at the underside of his cock, tracing the vein as she went, until she reached the tip. She gave the head a soft kiss before looking up to Siwon.
“Siwon.”
“Hmmm?”
“Look at me. Don’t look anywhere else or I’ll stop. Understand?”
Siwon could only nod in response.
“I want you to come for me.” Heechul said before she took the whole of Siwon’s length at once - taking in as much of the appendage as she could, pumping what her mouth couldn’t accommodate with her hand.
Siwon couldn’t bring himself to look away even if he wanted to. Heechul’s gaze held him at loss for words - or maybe that was Heechul’s mouth wrapped around his cock. Whichever it is, Siwon was pretty sure that Heechul was a girl like no other.
Siwon marveled at how Heechul could stay as gorgeous as ever as she bobbed her head up and down along his shaft - his breath hitching whenever Heechul did an experimental flick of her tongue on the slit of his manhood. When Heechul hollowed her cheek, Siwon thought he could see stars at the back of his skull but he refused to tear his gaze from where it was connected with Heechul’s eyes. When Heechul hummed at the back of her throat, Siwon couldn’t help but feel his resolve drop. He allowed himself to release all the tension from the familiar pooling in his stomach but he still didn’t look away. Strings of hot white pleasure wracked through his body as he came.
As Heechul swallowed and licked him clean, Siwon thought she has never looked more beautiful.
Siwon then pulled Heechul to stand back up - replacing his hands on either side of her hips as soon as she got to his eye level.
“Would that suffice, Sir?” Heechul breathed into Siwon’s ear - the man still panting as she brought their lips together in an open-mouthed kiss - letting him taste himself on her.
“It’s more than enough payment. But I’m not quite done with you just yet.” Siwon muttered under his breath as soon as their lips parted for much needed oxygen.
No sooner did Heechul find herself being hoisted off the floor again as Siwon carried her bridal style to the bed - laying her on the soft mattress - nicely spread out for him to devour.
Siwon gently crawled on top of her - bare bodies touching all at the right places. Heechul thought they fit like a puzzle - it was as if their bodies were made for each other. She was no virgin but no man has ever made her feel this way before. And she was pretty sure that the feeling was mutual - if the way Siwon caressed her curves with so much tenderness were anything to judge by, that is.
It was Heechul’s turn to shut her eyes as she felt Siwon’s hands slowly make their way to her nether regions, coaxing her to spread her legs with a slight tug, before inserting a finger into her heat. She couldn’t help but buck up into the touch - wanting more, needing more.
Siwon, as if on cue, added a second finger, then a third, scissoring it inside of Heechul so as to stretch her in preparation.
“Heechul.”
“Ye-e-e-s.” Heechul sputtered, eyes still closed.
“Look at me.”
And Heechul felt compelled to obey.
“I want you to come for me.”
It was all Siwon said before he brought himself to hover over Heechul once again - holding her hands against the mattress on either side of her head - capturing her mouth in a fiery battle of tongues as he started to push in.
Heechul’s screams of pain and pleasure tangled with Siwon’s grunts and suppressed moans - the sounds muffled by their tongues that were engaged in a dance for dominance. As Heechul tightened her legs around Siwon’s waist, Siwon took it as a cue to move - thrusting in and out at a slow pace and eventually gaining momentum.
As Siwon felt the familiar clenching of Heechul’s walls around him, he broke the kiss to hover above her once more, engaging her in a staring battle - wanting nothing more than to see that look of pleasure wash over her features - the look that was only for him.
As Heechul tipped over the edge, she found herself unable to look away from Siwon’s dark orbs - mirroring the lust she probably had on her own eyes as well. A couple of thrusts later, Heechul felt her entire being shudder as she came. She lifted her head to capture Siwon’s lips as she felt him empty inside her.
Siwon slumped over Heechul with his head on the crook of her shoulder - the both of them a tangle of sweaty limbs in a heap on the bed. As their erratic breathing started to slow down, Siwon pulled out of Heechul and landed on her side - gathering her in a hug with her back against the former’s chest.
“I think I love you.” Siwon breathed into Heechul’s hair. Heechul could feel his smile against her shoulder.
“I think I do too.” Heechul allowed herself to be honest for once.
She felt Siwon nuzzle in a little bit more into the nape of her neck before the both of them drifted off to a dreamless sleep.