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You still don’t know why you come to these things. You roll your eyes in front of what you considered a particularly ridiculous attempt at modern art. You bring the champagne glass up to your lips in an attempt to hide your smirk and glance around to see if anyone else noticed your “inappropriate” behavior. You take a sip from the glass.
This should taste better to be so expensive. If there was art here that was actually worth appreciating you might be more excited. Your eyes catch the rim of your glass. There’s a lipstick print, a perfect match to the slim fitted dress you’re wearing for this particular bored-out-of-your-mind event. You use the tip of your tongue to swipe the mark off the glass’s edge.
As you think to yourself won’t-transfer-smudge-proof, my ass , you notice on the opposite side of the “art” that someone in fact did notice you. His lips slightly parted and eyebrows raised. Poor man never seen a woman lick a champagne glass? You smirk in his direction. He snaps his mouth shut now that he’s noticed that you’ve noticed too.
You take a slow step around the art installation, tilting your forehead forward a bit to get a better view of your oggler. Your smirk lifts a bit higher, using the glass to cover it again as you get a full look at the man standing there alone.
Now there’s a piece of art , you think as you are now both effectively looking the other up and down. This man is beautiful. Pretty eyes, a jawline that could cut glass, lean and tall, dressed from head to toe in all black. Both hands were hooked into his pockets. I bet he has great hands.
You were now more grateful than ever for the classy way you’d slicked back your long hair, the form-fitting short dress with sweeping sleeves and killer heels you’d chosen for the evening.
Once you both make eye contact, in true brat fashion you turn and walk away. You had to admit, you were also grateful you’d moved your beautiful diamond from your left hand to your right before walking in tonight too.
It was just a little eye flirting you smile to yourself. But definitely fun. You pull yourself together and make your way to a room farther back in the building. You had a job to do and the auction would start in 5 minutes time. Earlier that morning, to help out a coworker, you’d volunteered to step in tonight. You worked for a small but elite company that assisted in procuring and restoring art and there was a piece on the docket tonight that was a must have for one of your clients.
You took your seat as everyone else participating filed into the room. You were in full work boss mode and saw no one else except a mass of moving figures that did nothing but impede the fringes of your vision as you quickly assessed the painting sitting in spot number three on display.
Clearly the authentic piece, and in beautiful condition at that, you settled back and waited for time to bid. It wasn't worth to the general public nearly what it was worth to your client. Lucky for you. Suddenly every hair on your right side nearly stood on end, nerves tingling.
The man from earlier was still there and had seated himself right next you. His legs crossed, you kept your gaze at his shiny shoe, eyes going wide at what felt like a sudden electrical current between the two of you. The auction chairs were pressed close together due to the smaller size of the room and you could swear you could feel the heat from his thigh on your bare skin.
You tug at the edge of your dress, cross your legs away from him and grip the edge of your chair on both sides. You take a breath in in an attempt to steady yourself but try to keep it shallow as to not give yourself away. You peer around the room as an excuse to look at him, your gaze sliding by his face and then continuing on.
He wears a small but confident smile as he stares towards the front of the room. Before you know it the auction has already begun. As bidding for the first piece gets underway, he shifts his weight in his chair and then drapes his left hand next to him, palm down. Your heart rate starts to pick up speed. By the time the gavel is hit confirming the sale of the first piece to the highest bidder and before the beginning of the bids for the second, you notice that his hand has slowly slid closer and closer to your own.
The side of his pinkie a hair’s breadth from yours, another moment, now touching. You try to control your inhale yet again as the electric current picks up, now crawling across your skin like tingly ants. You uncross and recross your legs, but it’s just an excuse to press your thighs tighter together in an attempt to soothe the ache between your legs.
The gavel slams, his pinkie slips across the top of yours and you nearly jump out of your skin. You clear your throat pulling your hand away, shifting in your chair and smoothing your skirt down in an attempt to cover up your reaction.
His small smile has turned into a full, knowing smirk. Thankfully bidding has finally started on the item you need. You quickly sweep it up. At the bang of the gavel and confirmation that you are the highest bidder, you stand and escape the room as gracefully as possible.
You finally take a deep steading breath once you reach the hallway, hand to your chest. While most of the exhibit and auction patrons are busy elsewhere you take the opportunity to make your way to a back door that leads to a side alley.
Fuck, that was intense you think to yourself as you pull out a cigarette from your small clutch, light it and take a deep pull. You take a look around you at the deserted alleyway realizing that one of the streetlights must be out. You didn’t remember it being this dark back here.
The gallery door opens beside you as you take a second drag on your cigarette. You blow it out into the comfortable evening air as who you assumed was probably the curator steps around the door letting it close behind them. You and she had had quite a few smokes back here throughout the last couple of years. You sputter and choke on the last of your exhale.
Nope, definitely not Alex. My god, it’s Mr. Sexy himself. He gives a little chuckle at your surprise. You swallow and take another drag as he leans his left shoulder into the closed door, arms crossed at the elbows. Damn, those bedroom eyes you think as you blow out, the smoke from your still lit cigarette swirling up into the night air.
Mr. Sexy then surprises you further by reaching out, plucking your smoke from your hand and crushing it under his black leather shoe. Your eyes widen as he moves closer, stepping into you.
He strokes your check with the knuckles of his hand and then leans in to stroke your lips with his.
The breath leaves your body. By the time he ends the kiss by slightly pulling on your bottom lip with both of his, you are light headed and seeing stars. Your eyelids flick open. When did I close them? You suck in a deep needed breath and look up into his eyes. If looks could burn you’d be in flames.
He walks into you further as he backs you into the brick of the building’s side, an arm coming up to your waist, the other hand to your face, his head tilting while still wearing that damning smile as he moves in to take your lips again.
This time the kiss is deep and thorough. The ache in your body intensifying, your walls clenching, crying out to be filled. He tastes every corner of your mouth as his hands begin to roam your body leaving more fire in their wake.
Gripping your hair at the back of your head, fingers digging into your hips, down your back arching your spine, back up to grip around your ribs. One hand slid down to grasp your ass and the other slid up to roam and fondle your chest. As his grip tightens further you pop your mouth from his, head going back of its own accord, your eyes flutter shut. “Aaahhhhh…” your pitch going up as he releases and then grips tight again, now grinding his hips into yours.
You hold on to his shoulders for dear life when his hot wet mouth makes its way to your sensitive neck and then up to your ear lobe. “Oh god…” the only noise in the alley being your slips of the tongue and both of your heavy breathing.
The hand on your ass reaches down farther to slip under the edge of your dress. The dress is too form fitting for him to reach under it without pushing it up and baring your ass to the night, but you could care less. The motions his mouth were making on your neck felt like they had a direct connection to your clit, the intensity building with every lick and suck.
You moaned as you felt his hand now gripping your bare ass, grinding his hardened cock right into the apex of your thighs. Unable to stop if you wanted to, you spread your feet slightly farther apart to give him better access as you felt his fingers slide up your inner thigh towards your folds. You nearly combust as the edge of his index finger grazes across you from front to back. You mewl into his mouth as he palms you, applying divine pressure to your clit.
He slides his fingers back and into your folds as you adjust to give him more room. He slips his middle finger into you, two pumps and then adds his ring finger stretching you. “Oh fuck,” you splutter out into his neck as he slides them in and out in a slow and almost overwhelming rhythm. He pushes in one more time and then slowly starts to circle them, adding his index finger to your clit. When you feel his thumb also press against your star, moving with the same circular pressure as the rest of his skilled fingers, your knees start to buckle.
“Oh, oh, oh fuck, oh..” His arm has lifted your thigh up far enough where your leg is now wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. You know for sure though in this moment as your orgasm quickly peaks that the only thing holding you upright is his body pressing you against the harsh brick at your back.
As you come apart around his fingers, he takes your mouth again with more pressure than before as if even there he’s helping you ride out your high. He pulls slightly back, his forehead to yours as he feels your body relax.
“Baby girl, can I..” you cut him off. “Yes, god yes, please. Please, fuck me" you gasp. He wastes no time. Lifting you completely off your feet, using his upper body and forearms to hold you up and against the wall, using his hands to pull himself free, push your soaked thong back out of his way and sliding into you all the way to the hilt.
“Oh fuck yes” he growls as your rhythmic “ah’s” start again. He slips his arms around and behind you to protect your skin from the brick wall as he slowly pulls back out of you, staring into your eyes and watching the sounds drip from your lips. He soaks in every noise as he slams back into you.
The first handful of thrusts follow this same pattern with his pubic bone dragging against your mound and pressing on your now hyper-sensitive clit until your walls are already clenching around him again in anticipation of another release. This time the build is somehow bigger, and deeper than before.
Feeling the clench he picks up the pace, losing himself in you. You bite into his shoulder, fingers digging into his shoulder blades. The way this man moves his hips is like no other.
He groans, face buried in your neck. "Let go with me baby." As if you had any other choice. The heat explodes throughout your body, every nerve ending sparking. You feel the warmth from his own release filling you, adding to the heat, as his thrusts change into bone crushing grind. A grind that keeps you both flying for longer that you believed possible before finally coming back down to earth.
The only sounds left in the night beyond the distant traffic are the racing of your hearts and your mutual heavy breathing. After a moment, he swallows, settles you on your feet, rights both of your clothing, and looks into your eyes.
It's a look that burrows straight into your soul. He takes your mouth with his for a moment more in a way that simply says need, steps back and walks away.
Still breathless, your eyes go wide as you watch him make his way out of the alley, never looking back. As he reaches the corner, he pulls a hand from his pocket, and slips a ring onto his own left ring finger before disappearing into the city.
You stumble as you grasp for the door to head back into the building. Damn . How am I supposed to ever recover from that. You make a quick pit stop in the ladies room just inside to clean up and attempt to compose yourself before facing anyone inside the gallery.
Alex gives you a knowing look anyway, while you finish up your paperwork, payment, and scheduling delivery of the piece you purchased.
You finally break, "Will you stop looking at me like that woman!" She just laughs as she ushers you into a cab.
That woman misses nothing, I swear. You just shake your head, smiling to yourself as you stare out the window at the lights of the city on your way home.
As the cab pulls up, you slip your ring back off your right hand and onto your left ring finger where it generally resides. As you swing open your apartment door you call out, "Honey! I'm home! Where are you?"
Hoseok steps through the bedroom doorway as he's unbuttoning his shirt. "Hey beautiful" he looks up and smiles at you. You drop your bag on the chair and make your way into his waiting arms.
"Did you have fun tonight?"
You smile up at him. "Of course I did."
You put a hand on either of his shoulders to reach up for a quick kiss. He lets out a hiss. "Oh shit. What's wrong?" you exclaim as you rear back, hands in the air.
He chuckles, "You actually bit me this time!" He finishes unbuttoning the shirt and slips it from his shoulder revealing the stinging teeth marks. "Come in here and doctor me, woman. Fulfill your wifely duties" he laughs. You pop a kiss to his cheek and head towards the bathroom for the first aid kit with a smile.
"So it was that good huh?" he asks with a smug smile. You look back at him with a similar expression to his own.
"It was definitely one for the history books babe."