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I was planning to sleep late since it was a Sunday, and do nothing but watch movies projected to the wall, for as long as I could even if my skins gets all wrinkly inside the Jacuzzi.

I admit that I just came back from some sort of vacation in the mountain provinces, but with all that drama and all the activities we have had, I don't think that qualifies as rest and relaxation.

But then Jiwoo happened. And all of my plans for a lazy yet blissful Sunday went down the drain.

"What time is it? And how did you get there?" I asked, still groggy from sleep.

"I met Derrick at the lobby. He just got home, I guess. He let me in." Jiwoo said. "And it's half past four."

"Jesus Christ, Jiwoo... The sun's not out yet. What do you want?"

I closed my eyes again in an effort to ignore him. If he wanted to sleep beside me, I couldn't care less. He can do what he wants if he just let me go back to sleep. But then I felt his lips close in on my forehead. Warmth spread from where our skins touched and slowly crept outwards to my ears.

And his lips were on my nose and my face just kept getting hotter.

And then they were in my lips. Fuck! If he forces his tongue in, he'd smell my breath! I pushed Jiwoo and quickly sat myself straight, my back against the head board and my hand over my mouth.

"I hate you!" I said, my voice still loud despite coming from between my fingers.

Jiwoo flashes me his stupid smile again, and proceeds to shuffle my hair. "Let's go to the wet market."

"What?" Seriously though, I didn't think I was up for whatever Jiwoo was planning. "No way. I'm going back to sleep."

Jiwoo's hand shot towards my armpits and he began to tickle me, making rapid up and down motions with his fingers, then descending down in circles to my ribcage. Being more sensitive than average, I stood no chance and was soon begging for Jiwoo to stop.

Jiwoo wiped the tears from the edges of my eyes and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Get dressed. Nothing fancy. Come on, it's going to be fun. I'll cook you something extra amazing for lunch using whatever we'll buy today."

I absent-mindedly scratched the back of my head and forced myself to get out of bed. I could see Jiwoo watching me from the corner of my eyes as I exited the room and headed for the shower, muttering loud enough for the asshole to hear that I think going out at this bloody hour is insane.

I love showers and long luxurious baths, but since I was sleepy as fuck and virtually had zero strength in my system to scrub here and there, I was barely five minutes in when I stepped out, already done. I also didn't think I was awake enough to follow my 12-step skin care routine, so I donned myself in a towel, instead of my usual bathrobe. I didn't really think too much about it but I soon found out that it was a big mistake.

went back straight to my bedroom, barely registering Jiwoo sitting at the edge of my bed. I let the towel fall

sexy butt (Yes, Faye said my butt was cute and sexy, so that wasn't just boasting on my part.) was exposed

And Jiwoo took it.

me as well as a particular hardness rubbing against my butt cheeks. Jiwoo was wearing jeans but I could still feel its hard

a tease, you

was on my ear. Fuck! I tried to wiggle

you," I said in an attempt

sounding rushed. "How do you expect me to stop myself

pinched my right butt cheek so hard it was more painful than pleasurable. I tried to push myself up against Jiwoo's body and braced my hands to support both our weights. I felt Jiwoo breaking away and sliding off the bed. I thought, momentarily, that he decided stop this nonsense. But when I turned to face him, he was rather getting rid of his trousers and his

Fuck.

his leanness becomes more defined with every movement of his limbs, and the way heat waves seem to emanate from his skin with

those deep set of lines circling his waist, leading to his member, which was now almost exposed

off his boxers which was merely seconds before he was on top of me again, his hands pinning my arms, and his knees spreading

do this." I asked as his face dove into

said, momentarily removing his mouth to speak and attacking my left nipple

alternated between sucking and biting on my

stop, Jiwoo. I

heard him grunt in response and moved on to my right nipple instead. Fuck, it felt good. He was now biting at it less intervals, his mouth trying to fit in as much of my flat chest it could eat up. And I screamed at one particularly strong bite. I was afraid he was going to tear

that consistent thumping of the veins in his penis against the inner side of my thighs. This was that feeling again – the feeling that I was indeed wanted. Jiwoo wanted me. He wanted me badly, and that made my head spin and made my body force itself to spread as far and as wide as possible, desperate to be in contact with every inch of

put a stop to it. I can't mess

Not after JM.

after Hyuk. Not

Not ever again.

more forcefully, my hands miraculously finding the

hand held my arms in place while his left took its time in twisting and twirling at my nipples. Jiwoo moved upwards to my ear, blowing hot breaths all over it, before playfully

Jiwoo's hand grabbing at my hard penis, then caressing it in up

my eyes in an effort to fight off the different sensations Jiwoo was giving me. But after a few moments, Jiwoo's hand let go of my member. I opened my eyes just in time to see him spitting at his hand, and I watched as he lowered it

said stop!" I shouted, my knees snapping together and my hands

to be replaced by the tip of his hard manhood, like a soldier at the

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