↳ ❝🫐 [chapter 13] ¡! ❞🥃

"ARE YOU OKAY WITH ME CALLING YOU SEOK?"

Hoseok looked over at Lia as they sit in her bed, tired from already two rounds of sex. They were sweaty and messy, hair sticking to their skin and the smell of sex filling the air in thick, humid clouds.

She's laying next to him, her body covered by the blankets though it does nothing for Hoseok. He already knows what she looks like completely nude, under him, on top of him, it didn't matter.

He, on the other hand, only has his lower body covered, displaying his toned torso and lean muscles. Tattoos and scars adorn his honey skin, just a few here and there. She's poking at one, tracing the outline of it with her clear painted nails. It tickles.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" He questions, rolling over slightly. Lia looks undoubtedly beautiful. Her dark hair sits over her shoulders in big, bountiful curls, a few strands sticking to her copper skin. She looks just as beautiful without makeup as she does with it, a natural beauty.

Her bare shoulders lift to shrug. "Thought it would be too familiar. We are just having sex after all." She takes her hand from him though she doesn't want to. His skin his smooth and warm, if anything she wanted to curl up next to him and hold on tight.

But she doesn't.

Hoseok completely disregards her words and sighs. "When's your husband coming home?" He asked. Golden hour was coming around so it was maybe 6. The storms of earlier had cleared away, leaving the world warm and wet.

Hoseok had come here right after visiting his mother and once making sure Lia's husband wasn't home, he dragged her upstairs. There were two options to let out his frustrations and that was to either drown it out with booze or fuck it out of his system.

He chose the latter.

Lia rolls over and checks the time on her phone. 6:03.

"Not for another hour or so."

Great, enough time to get another round in and get out in time.

Hoseok reached over for Lia, pulling her close by the waist. He flipped her over and swiftly got on top of her, holding himself up over her.

"Good, that means we have enough time for a third round." He grins devilishly, mischief glowing in his eyes as he once again finds the energy to go for another round. His stamina was as endless as his sexual desires.

Lia looks up at the handsome devil, his magnificent smile, and his glowing eyes. She should say no, tell him to go home while she prepares for Angelo to come home, but honestly, she can't. She's addicted to the way he talks to her, he holds her, he touches her. She's addicted to the way he smells, like subtle, masculine cologne and Hennessy.

She's addicted to the excitement, the adventure, the uncertainty that was Hoseok Jung.

So he brought him down and kissed him. Lia kissed him hard, she kissed him with passion, with determination. She wanted him to claim her, to drown in him, for Angelo to smell them when he goes to bed at night.

Hoseok kissed her back, just as desperate, just as feverish. His tongue prances across hers, dancing and pressing and swirling in an intricate game. It's messy but mind-numbing.

They're already sweaty and Lia is already dripping from cumming so many times, foreplay was unneeded. It was fortunate because they were in a rush.

They were already familiar with each other. Lia knew that Hoseok liked it when she pulled at his hair and clawed at his back and Hoseok knew that her g-spot was a little to the left and that it was easiest to reach it from the back.

She also liked it sideways, with her legs over his shoulders, riding him.

Hoseok palmed around, reaching out for the bedside drawer. He pulled it open and grabbed a third condom. He found them uncomfortable, they were a little tight but he could deal.

He ripped open the pack and quickly rolled the condom on while Lia kissed down his neck, marking his sun-kissed skin with red marks, destined to darken and turn to bruises later. She was allowed to leave marks on him, but he had to be discreet with his so Angelo wouldn't notice.

Hoseok sat up, panting softly as his stringy, blonde hair falls over his hooded lids. He takes himself in his hands and spreads Lia's legs as far as they can go.

She's shaven. Not that Hoseok really cared much. A vagina was a vagina, hair or not. He guides the underside of his length along her soaking lips. He craves sounds from her, gentle moans and pathetic whimpers that pass her pretty lips.

He taps his dick against her pussy, stimulating her clit in brisk shocks of pleasure. Hoseok watches carefully, the way her lips twitch into a smile. Her legs shiver, jerking as her already overstimulated bud is once again played with.

Lia wasn't sure if she could handle another orgasm. Which number was she on? 6? 7? She couldn't possibly keep count and it was blissful. Lia couldn't remember the last time she's ever orgasmed so many times in less than an hour and a half.

"Seok- please." Lia reached for the god in front of her. She wanted to touch him, to know that he was right there to bring her pleasure. Lia sits up slightly and grabs Hoseok by his chain, dragging him back down with her.

They both wanted to be close, intimate, to get lost in each other so they can forget their own problems and live in this simple moment. There's no thought, just natural, primal, instincts.

Hoseok slips inside accidentally. It was a slippery slope, literally. There was so much wetness, slick that he glides in. It's warm, cuddling, and hugging Hoseok tight. She feels so good around him, nice and snug, not too loose or too tight. This is why he keeps coming back to her. The sex is too good to pass up.

He wastes no time getting to work. Hoseok grips her thighs, his fingers dip and dig into her skin, holding her tight while she hooks her legs over his hips. His hips drawback and slam back forward, quick to find his way back deep inside her.

Lia couldn't hold back her moans and whines. Her hands grip at his hair, pulling and tugging. They move down to the nape of his neck, holding on for dear life while Hoseok does his work.

He pounds his hips against hers, their skin sticking to each other for less than a second before pulling apart. It's a sticky sound, mixing with the sloppy, wet sound of him driving into her, pushing out slick and cum that covers him entirely.

Lia cries out, moaning and changing Hoseok's name that's broken up by his violent thrusts. "Ah- oh God, Hose..ok!" Her mind feels hazy and her sight is only taken by Hoseok.

His expression is hard and stoic. His jaw worked and low grunts escape past his gritting teeth. "Fuck- you feel so good, mama. This fucking pussy is perfect." Hoseok nudged his sharp nose along her jaw, resisting the urge to mark every inch of her. He wanted that pathetic husband to see that his wife was getting dicked down by someone else. Where he lacked, Hoseok made up for.

Lia moved her head without thinking, giving him the space he needed to attack her neck in bites and harsh kisses that eventually lead to hickeys. She wanted him to place his claim as well without any care of Angelo, whether he would see or what the consequences may be.

Lia just wanted Hoseok.

He growled against her neck, low and rumbling in his chest. His teeth nip at her skin and his lips suck hard enough to leave those much-desired hickeys.

Once satisfied with his work, Hoseok sat back up, against Lia's will, and kneeled above her. His hand reached out and gripped the top of the headboard for more stability over her. Like this, he got a good view of Lia below him, but at the expense of the speed of his hips.

He slowed down a bit, giving more solid, long, fluid thrusts that reach and touch her deepest, most intimate parts. Deliberately, he tilts his hips slightly to the left, just how she likes. Hoseok looks down at Lia's beautiful features, the way her eyebrows pull and her eyes close.

A dazzling smile crosses Hoseok's lips, infamously vexing and sportive. "You like that, mama?" He teases, slowing down even more just for the fun of it. He watches the way he splits her open every time he nudges his hips forward.

Lia rolled her hips, contracting her muscles as she tries to get him to go back to his abusing pace. She doesn't like to be teased. She just wants to be fucked, rough, and thoroughly. "I swear to God, Hoseok if you don't speed up, I'll strangle you."

Hoseok put his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay- damn woman." He took Lia's wrist and held them together with a single hand over her head. He used his left hand to push her leg up to her chest before beginning his sharp, pounding strokes.

Hoseok leans down and kisses her again, eating the moans that left past her kiss-swollen, blueberry flavored lips. He bites her bottom lip, dragging his tongue along the soft flesh before diving back to her mouth.

Lia could feel her next orgasm coming to ahead, rushing through her like a fire that envelopes her. She felt like Icarus, flying far too close to the sun, overheating, melting in his hold.

"S-Seok." She can only whimper. By this time, Hoseok knows what that means. He takes his hand and reaches between their bodies to help her along by playing with her sensitive clit. He's gentle, careful, precise. He knows that if he overdoes it, he can ruin the whole thing.

Hoseok knows her well, probably better than her own husband does and only in a matter of a month or so as opposed to Angelo's 8 years.

"Oh fuck-" Lia jerks, her orgasm crashing over her, thrashing her body. Her eyes roll back before squeezing shut. It was such a sweet feeling, mind-boggling pleasure, like being eaten and enveloped by fire that didn't hurt.

Hoseok gets his gratification by watching her fall apart. There was something so satisfying, almost orgasmic about watching a woman come undone under him, especially Lia. She looks so pretty when she's cumming on his dick.

Hoseok closes in behind, finding the climax of his pleasure in her as well. It's almost numbing at this point, the twitching, the filling of the only thing that stops the two from being one. He pants, falling on top of her as he's finally spent. He thinks he couldn't possibly go for another round, his stamina was finally on its last breaths.

This is what they were addicted to, the pure, unadulterated bliss that ran through them.

Hoseok got off of her, sitting back down beside her as they both caught their breath.

"My husband will be home soon," Lia told him, sitting up as well. She turned and got out of bed, ready to go take a shower. "You need to be gone."

Damn- harsh.

Hoseok placed his hand on his chest. "You hurt me, mama." He knew that he needed to go. The last thing he wanted was to get caught in the middle of her marital problems.

Lia walks away towards the bathroom. "Not my problem!" She jokes before closing the door behind herself. She leans against the door and looks down at her legs that tremble slightly.

When she looks in the mirror, she can see the hickeys that decorate the skin of her neck and begins to panic.

Fuck.

*.✧ Kᴀʏs Eɴᴅɪɴɢ Nᴏᴛᴇs

Nothing like waking up at five in the morning to go to work with my dad 🥲. I'll be fine. I'm going back home to Ohio on Sunday so that's good, I miss my dog. And my mom, but mostly by dog.

How could I not miss him? My baby 🥺

Anyways- thank you all for reading. I hope you guys enjoyed and I wish you all an amazing day/night

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~Kay (=^･ｪ･^=)