♡Maybe I Don't Hate You | Yeongyu/Beomjun♡

Beomgyu's POV | 33

He crawled onto the bed and his lips met mine once again.

"Mmmwwwhhh..." he moaned through his lips, as his fingers traced my body.

"Mmwh!" I whimpered back.

His tongue slipped through my lips and resumed its exploration.

He pulled away to adjust.

"Wait." I said, all out of breath and shit. "So that means we leave at the house at 8:00? You know, to account for traffic and stuff?"

"We can make that 9." His voice deepened a bit more. His face was flushed pink, and his lips and the areas around them were red from me sucking on them. His eyes were watery, and sweat beads began forming on his forehead as he stared down at me, preparing for another kiss.

"Wait, what time is it?" I asked in a panic.

He grabbed his phone from his pant pocket. "5:53."

(Boom, boom, boom-boo-doo-boom-boom
BLUE HOUR!!!)

"Oh." I sighed, "...so we have time."

"For what? He smirked at me. "We have time for what exactly? Hm?"

"What?" I raised a brow.

"What do you want?" He chuckled. "Did you just assume that I was gonna strip you down and fuck you or something?" He laughed.

I mean he's already fucking shirtless, I don't know what else he wanted me to expect... the fuck?

"Ugh." I expressed in frustration as I fixed my hair and sat up, his body now knelt over my thighs. I rolled my eyes.

He put his hand on my chest and pushed be back down, making me blush again.

"Where do you think you're going Beomms? Take it off."

"M-my shirt?"

He grinned at me. "That assumption you made will always be true."

"But you're sitting on top of me."

"I want you to take it off."

Ugh. Anything for Choi Yeonjun. I wiggled my upper body in all sorts of ways as I tried to remove my shirt. He just watched me struggle. I was clearly so desperate for him that I was frantically trying to pull my shirt off, and that look a shitload of energy.

He noticed. 

"Cute." His smile softened. "So tell me..." he started again. "What are you gonna miss most about me?" He caressed my upper body, rubbing my damn sensitive nipples, and gently dragging his fingers over my core. "...And be honest."

"Honestly?" I said breathily, trying to stop myself from grinding on him. My hips bucked accidentally.

He noticed that too, and snickered.

Yeonjun moved up and sat his ass down on my crotch, trying to feel my boner.

"Damn." He said to himself in sheer disbelief. "God-fucking-damn."

He began moving his hips to grind on me.

"Mmhhh~" I moaned.

"Answer my question." He said as his eyes grew darker.

"I... I *mmmgh* can't..."

"Why not?" He grinned even wider, still grinding on my crotch, but with a bit more force this time.

"I... nghhh... Junnie~"

"What is it?" He teased, touching my body as he moved his hips. "What will you miss most my love?"