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Title: Take My Breath Away
Series: Breathless Romance
Arc: Breathless Romance Arc/Series
Rating: NC-17 (for language and sex...lots of it)
Pairing: HoMin (Yunho x Changmin)
Length: 8/10, pre-arc series
Disclaimer: SM owns the boys of DBSK, I wish I did.
"I don't know how to live without your love,
I was born to make you happy.
Cause your the only one within my heart,
I was born to make you happy.
Always and forever you and me,
that's the way our life should be.
I was born to make you happy."
I Was Born to Make You Happy - Britney Spears
A/N: WOOT! Another chapter done! And hey, in this chapter a little bit of pootay is won, so everyone can be happy and everything! XDDD I feel so accomplished...I finally pushed this out of my writer's blocked self! Yes, I am still under the grasps of writers block. Which sucks...majorly...but oh well, I will get over it soon I hope. Anyways, I really hope you all enjoy this chapter and keep on reading all of my other stories even after this series is finished! LOVE YOU ALL!
You glanced at the clock, and for the second time in 50 seconds you realized staring at the minute hand would not make it go any faster.
Well that just plain sucked.
You wanted out.
You had finished all the work that you had planned to finish for the day, and as of now all you could taste was sweet freedom.
The glorious euphoria of walking out the front lobby doors, jumping into your car seat, and driving like a whacked out addict, to finally be whisked into Yunho's sexy upper arms as you pulled into the studio driveway.
You sighed as you imagined Yunho, tall and slender, dressed in his usual tight t-shirt and paint splattered jeans, hair messily styled, framing his angled face that led down to a strong neck and shoulders, built arms, lean stomach and faint yet still there six-pack.
He was the human personification of sex, dripping like wax off a heated candle, sizzling hot where it touched. Every time he walked near you, every time he spoke, his words caressed you and his smell consumed you, made you want to bury yourself in his aura and soak in his presence until you both became one.
You had never needed someone so badly in all your life.
Never once had you lain awake at night wishing it was his hand on your cock, his breath roaming the curves of your ear, his smile you woke to every morning.
But he was consistently there.
Night after night.
Day after day.
His face bordering between conscious thought and dreaming fog.
It was comforting and disconcerting, wrapped up in a wonderful layer of obsession.
Yes, that was it.
He made you comfortable, you were living the word when you were with him. Letting your honest personality break fourth, your mind ramble, and your ears listen.
But his own being there, always being so wonderful, made you consider the fact that he was, in fact, a male. Someone you had thought, and a gender you had thought, you would never have sexual feelings for. Yet you guessed, that somewhere deep inside you had known. Known you were, not different, but unique. You were coming to peace with it.
Then there was the obsession. The thick, black tar that swam ever so slick in your veins and through your nerves, aligning all your stars to point in a line strait towards the one thing you needed most.
Him and only him.
You were ready.
Or maybe you weren't.
But who would know until they tried?
You were going to try.
Try tonight....tonight as you met him for dinner.
Yeah, it would work.
You took a deep sigh, looking once again at the clock you knew hadn't moved.
You could do it.
Yeah...you could fucking do it.
You heart pounded, and angry army of blood cells banging drum like upon your rib cage, as you heard the front door to your apartment open and shut with a click.
“Changmin?” you heard him call, his voice sending a nervous shiver down your spine, “You here?”
You took a deep breath, “In the kitchen.”
His footsteps were comforting, “Smells really good in here, whatcha' cookin' good lookin'?”
“What the hell Yunho?” you chuckled, stirring the pasta you had boiling, the steam billowing from the heated water.
He composed a look of effortless shock, “What? Don't like my greeting?”
You shook your head, “No, it's just....odd.”
“What? I can't ask the guy I have been dating what's cooking?”
“Did you have to add in the 'good-lookin' part?”
He came up behind you, wrapping his hands lightly around your hip bones, “Well you are pretty damn good looking.” he whispered softly into your ear.
You tried hard not to blush like the girl you knew you were as you stirred the pasta contently floating in it's pot, “I guess all I can say is thank you.” you paused, “Oh, and that we are having spaghetti for dinner.”
He nodded, his chin hitting your shoulder with each up and down, “Need any help?”
You thought for a moment, “No, I think I will be fine, all I need to do is add the pouch of sauce...you know me, I can't cook worth shit unless it is from a package.”
Yunho chuckled, his deep baritone pulling away from your back, “Alright, I'll just watch you.”
Thank god you had put on sexy clothes today...or at least, what you knew would get his attention.
Tight black button-up shirt, tight red jeans with your hair worn loosely spiked around the crown of your head.
“Those jeans...” Mission accomplished, “It's...they are from the Bonjour Paris photo shoot right?”
You cleared your throat, “Yeah I liked them so much I kind of stole them.”
He laughed, “You look good in them, I am glad you stole them.”
As you turned around to face him, you realized you hadn't really had a chance to look too much at what he was wearing, so now was a better chance than any.
You ran your eyes stealthily up and down his physical form as he leaned up against your nearby kitchen counter, legs crossed in front along with his arms.
Licking your lips may have been the best way to describe how he appeared, tight blue jeans, tight black t-shirt, and a soft leather jacket flowing fluidly down his shoulders. Hair tossed, eyes a glittering melted chocolate brown against raven black pupils and pink cheeks.
Tight must have been a going fashion statement, his chest looked more edible than the pasta.
“How was your day?” he asked, looking down at a nail through thick black eyelashes.
You shrugged, “Like any other I suppose...I was really antsy.”
Yunho didn't respond, but chewed lightly on a carrot stick you had put into a salad bowl on the counter he was presently leaning upon.
“Just wanted to get away eh?”
“Pretty much.” you said, not wanting to give away that the whole reason you had been antsy was because thoughts of him had made you only minimally hot and bothered. “How was your own 24 hours?”
You turned from the pasta, it still wasn't done, to watch Yunho respond, “Scrape, paint, second coat, scrape, paint, second coat...all...fucking...day.”
A chuckle, “Yeah, I can imagine...sorry I wasn't there to help this time.”
He shrugged, “No big deal, I finished one of the last rooms...I only have 2 more to go.”
“Wow!” You replied, turning off the water from boiling, “You really went fast for how many rooms you had.”
Nodding he came up behind you once again, pulling you gently away from the stove, his fingers pressing softly into your hips while his mouth kissed the ridges of your left ear.
“I couldn't wait to see you tonight,” Yunho whispered, his lips falling like petals on your neck as he kissed and sucked along your column of soft flesh.
“O-o-oh?” you replied with a shiver, pleasure rippling under your skin like an electric jolt as his hands slipped under your loosened shirt. “Well your here now.”
He chuckled huskily, the vibrations shooting out from his lips, “And I am going to make the most of it.”
You gasped as his hands shoved your shirt up past your nipples to get caught in your armpits, smooth fingers tickling and caressing your torso and chest as kisses were bestowed to your saliva wet neck.
Your hands grabbed onto his lower arms as they moved around your chest, your head thrown back against his shoulder, harsh pants echoing around the kitchen walls.
Lust glistened in your half-lidded eyes, Yunho's fingers deftly pulling and pinching on a nipple while the other hand trailed softly against the low-cut waist of your jeans, skimming the button and raised zipper.
Your erection pressed up hard against the rough fabric, reaching, pulling towards Yunho's teasing embrace, begging for attention and release from it's denim prison.
Teeth scrapped lightly against your neck and cheek, the lips finally landing hard against yours, the backwards and sideways kiss feeding into your desires and wanton need.
Your hips bucked up on their own accord as Yunho palmed you through your jeans, his warm skin a welcome gift to your greedy cock.
Rubbing your groin against his hand you moaned under your breath and into his mouth, one hand coming around to twist and twine into his soft and pliant hair, the other going behind to cop a feel of his rounded ass.
The rough fabric of his pants tore into your fingers as your grabbed and massaged his behind, rubbing your own backside hard against the growing bulge in his jeans.
His lips left yours, a trail of saliva popping between your red and swollen mouths.
“Shit, your so hard.” he grunted while unbuttoning and releasing the zipper of your fly, pulling down just the front of your underwear and jeans to reveal your red and erect penis.
“All because of you.” you answered, taking a hold of his hand to wrap it in a hard grip around the girth of your erection.
You felt Yunho back up against the counter, his hand beginning to slowly move up and down, pumping and pulling on your cock, watching with brown, intense eyes as he did the dead.
Watching as well, you brought your hand up, pinching your budded and hard nipple between your fingers, whining a little in pleasure and minimal pain.
He panted into your ear, his breath hot and damp, tickling a path of sweat down your neck and past the bunched up edges of your shirt that still wrapped tightly above your pecks.
Yunho groaned as you humped yourself against his jean clad cock and ever moving hand, back and fourth, back and fourth, up and down, up and down, in a steady rhythm all your own.
You wanted to scream, shout, cry in harsh monotones that he was fantastic, wonderful, amazing, and all good adjectives bundled into a body that was bringing you more fucked up desire and passion than anyone else ever had.
That the tight coil of emotion building up in your gut must not have only been lust, but a longing, deep and thick like Jell-O, to have him for your own, to love him as no one else would.
You couldn't imagine having anyone else but him, his face was all that belonged in your mind, in your soul, and in your present life.
Everything you had wanted and more had been found in the man that had always been right in front of you.
How easy it seemed, but how difficult it actually was to get together.
To bend the odds.
To keep him interested.
To stop telling yourself the lies you oh-so wanted to believe.
This was it.
Tonight, as you watched Yunho's hand run across your now dark red dick with your tear-filled, half-lidded, lust-swimming eyes, you knew this was the feeling you had been searching for.
Oh finally, you felt loved by the man you had always wanted.
“Oh, god...” you whispered, arching in a 'u' as you came, biting your lip as a scream tried to emerge.
White hot cum shot out of the tip of your cock, landing with a splat on the white and black tiled floor, the brown median, and the front of your bright red jeans.
Yunho's hand continued to pump lightly up and down, his fingers coated in a thick and slick layer of cum and spit you hadn't remembered putting there.
He was still hard against your jean covered buttocks, yet he didn't move, kissing a large wet smack against your pulsing temple.
“Shhh...” he blew into your ear, noticing your tears, “Hey calm down...what's wrong?”
You shook your head, sniffing, “I have no idea...” you sniffed again, damn snot, “I am such a fucking girl!”
Yunho laughed, removing his hand from your now limp member and turning you to face him.
He looked deliciously sexy, his shirt wrinkled and bunched, his face red and lips swollen, hair standing up on it's ends from where you had grabbed it, “You are not a girl...I am just afraid I hurt you.”
“No!” you shouted maybe a little too loud, “No, not at all!” He smiled and you wanted to melt, “It's just, I got a little emotional is all...I'm just....” you had to think for a moment, what were you exactly? “I guess I am just really really fucking happy.”
Leaning down, he kissed you, his lips sweet like peach nectar, “You really are a girl.” he said, pulling away from your face, trying to avoid your glare.
“But...” he continued, “I am also happy...more than happy actually.”
You laughed looking down at his still tenting pants, “Yeah I can tell.”
Pushing away, you stood in front of him, pulling down your shirt to unbutton and throw it to the floor, shoving down your pants and underwear to stand naked before Yunho's hilariously surprised eyes.
He cleared his throat, blushing and trying not to look at your rapidly rising erection.
“Want some help with that?” you asked, grabbing his groin and massaging with rapidly hardening pressure.
He swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat, “Only if your ready.”
You sighed, smiling,
“Couldn't be more fucking ready.”
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