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"I've.. seen them dance! You don't tell, did you know Yoosung could do fucking tango?"
Your voice's muffled in your own ears on the backseat of the car. The older brother with his twin in the front trying to either not cringe from the way you're speaking or laugh out loud. Saeyoung's seeking your drunk shape in the rearview mirror before turing his head back forward, only a turn to the right was left.
"Are you sure you can handle her? I'm sorry I have to leave to help Zen."
He apologized although it's not necessary. Ignoring how you continued to mumble inconclusive sentences to yourself, the car came to an hold with the one owning minty colored eyes shrugging his shoulders. The little grin's pulling on the corners of his mouth when giving his twin knowing eyes.
"I'll be fine, I just put her to bed. I have my phone in case something's up."
Saeyoung offered a thumbs up, watching Saeran close the door of the car after getting out to take you with him. So much to you not drinking alcohol, you poured that stuff like you're dying after the party began. Justifying to join Zen, Jumin and Jaehee by proclaiming the party had to be celebrated correctly. Saeran opened the door then to grab your hand, the giggle of yours louder than usual. He sighed before pulling you to the unstable feet of yours.
"See ya later baby bro~"
Saeran would've liked to punch his twin's nose, instead he made sure you're able to stand after putting his arm around your body. As someone who's not used to pour alcohol, it got you worked up accordingly. Saeyoung then drove back to Zen, who needed just as much help going home. The moment the car's out of sight, you lifted both arms to put them around the young man with red, messy hair. He didn't expect it, therefore he almost dropped the keys to the front door of the bunker.
"Saaaaeran.. Saaaeyoung.. You know, that sounds so similar. I feel confused."
It's a challenge to make out the meaning behind the words you stumbled over with that typical drunk accent most people had to deal with after having a couple too many glasses. Saeran shook his head in amusement, you're so silly. At least he could take in your sweet sent when bringing you into the living room, making sure the door's locked to be safe. Nobody could enter, only Saeyoung since he owned the same pair of keys.
"Maybe because we're twin brothers, lovely."
He pointed out the obvious to your clouded brain. You hummed in agreement, or maybe you just growled low. Saeran didn't see you drunk before, he's incapable to tell what exactly's your deal. Especially after hanging up the keys, getting attacked by your hands pulling onto his jacket. Saeran caught a gasp in the back of his throat, not prepared for you to grab onto his clothes so tightly.
"You, have been silly again.. You can't keep these hands to yourself once, can you Mr. Choi."
There's a playful tone to that, Saeran looked right into these glittering eyes of yours that gave a sassy vibe thanks to the smirk on your lips. He could feel his body become stiff, that's a new look for you. Normally he's either presented with the flustered behavior of yours when playing along in these funny games of his, or you're sparkling with light as you're quite the happy soul that loved to smile. But this was different, there's none of either, it's something he never thought you're capable of showing.
Saeran took your wrists to get some distance between the both of you, trying his best to ignore the heat that also rushed into his own cheeks by how deeply you caught him by surprise. It's true, he did mess with you the moment you jumped off the stage. How could he not when you're wearing such an good looking outfit. Empathizing your figure so well. You just continued to smirk as he sighed once more.
"Nothing new there, princess. C'mon, let's bring the lady of the night to bed."
The eyes of yours somehow darkened the more he spoke, normally you're too flustered to even consider biting back. His gut feeling told him to bring you into your room quickly, not that situations would take place both of you would reget later on. But, as always, you're persistent once you set your mind to something. Saeran lost balance for a second as you pushed him against the door, it's a dangerous thing to hear your voice coming out that rough, filled with a certain longing he'd rather not act on in the moment.
"You're such a touchy boss.. naughty boy. Always these fingertips on me. Is it that hard to keep them off me?"
Before Saeran could ask you to keep it down and just walk into the direction of your room, you grabbed his hand to take his index and middle finger into your mouth. If he wouldn't have figured what's going on before, he definitely did now. Great. You're that type of drunk person, that's not good. The inside of your mouth's warm, the satisfied hum vibrating against his fingers with your eyes staring up through these long eyelashes, Saeran swallowed hard.
No, this was a terrible thing, since when are you the one capable to act so flirty? Damn alcohol. Damn that the two of you were alone. You sucked on his fingers, keeping his wrists firm in your grip to press them down your teeth. Inside Saeran's body spread a fire with the speed of light, seeing you that aroused from seemingly nothing at all and that hellish confidence over your features when being so dirty. You smiled around his fingertips when he took hold of your chin with the free hand to force them down your throat more.
The sound of you gagging filled the living room maybe with a tad too high volume. You're doing it on purpose, normally you're not that loud, nor that noisy when he's touching you. Saeran stared down to these pretty red lips of yours, wet from the salvia running down your chin as you're acting careless. Still smiling when sucking on his skin. It felt so good. Your lips looked so, so good around his fingers. He could imagine how much better they would look around–
"Alright, baby girl. Time to go to bed and sleep the alcohol out of your system."
He choked the words out to prevent himself from drowning into secret thoughts. You whined loudly as he pulled his fingers back out, definitely more messy than usual as you didn't seem to feel any shame anymore. Thankfully he brought you to your room without another disturbance. He didn't know how to stop the heat from running over his face and other parts of his body. This was so fucking wrong and dangerous, why did you have to be that horny kind when drinking.
You let your weight plop onto the bed while Saeran put the charger into your phone, sitting there with both hands placed on the sheets to not lose balance yourself. However, there's something about the way you sat that's speaking the true intentions. With your shoulders leaning back, hips shifting the way your legs could part just an inch more. Saeran couldn't believe he recognized it all.
"You're so big talk all the time, you know.. But would you act when I say the right thing, baby?"
Having you use a nickname on him's new, just like the choice of words. Saeran rubbed over his forehead for a moment while thinking to himself. Well, would I? Probably when knowing you're not completely done in a way you couldn't consent. He loved to play with you, but not like this. That's not his goal, the last thing he wanted was to use you. Your giggle tore him out of the inner argument, when did you stood back up? One of your little hands went down underneath his shirt, touching the bare skin of his belly with the other hooked under your own fabric.
"You always mess with me, don't you think I.. have the same right? With these needy hands of yours?"
"Maybe another time, puppy. Let's not play tonight, okay?"
Saeran reached to take your hand away again, yet you're quicker to drop to your knees with the festival fabric pushed further away, revealing most of your shoulders and neck. He cussed through his teeth by that sight, it's ridiculous how often he'd seen you in that position when being in his own imaginations. Seeing you cry tears of pleasure and beg for him to make you cum. Against the wall, on the kitchen counter or just the hallway of the party. These dark desires manifesting inside his brain even harder when actually getting to see you in that exact position.
"Hmh, haha~ Oh, I'd love to play though. I want to play really, really bad.."
You ended off by pushing his hips against the wall, earning a little gasp which made you chuckle once more. Saeran's body didn't listen that well to him, nor did his head. Although he said create distance, he just did the opposite by running his hand over your head to take a fistful of your hair. That whine of pain mixed with lust torn from your throat made him aware of how shamelessly hard he already was. Fuck this was bad. But a good kind of bad, it's literally torture.
God, he really wanted to fuck your mouth with that look of yours from underneath. Yet he's not trying to be one of those people who took advantage of a drunk person, considering you meant something to him. He wouldn't hurt you. Never again. Not with what he felt for you. Even in that tight grip of his, you leaned up on your knees with one hand palming the obvious bulge in his pants. That actually made him flinch with his breath hitching. You never touched him before.
It's normally him who did that to you, not the other way around. But your hand felt so good on him that way, better than he could've ever imagine. Saeran really had to get a grip over his actions before he's losing against that deep burning desire you let flame up without batting an eye. The hands of yours were faster than his brain could process, though. Since they opened his belt to get one layer out of the way. Your eyes blinked slowly when running your finger over his erection covered by only his boxers, a shook of pure pleasure.
"Look at you~ You always want me so bad.. mh, maybe I can do something about it."
As much as he wanted that, he couldn't let you. Therefore, he found the strength to push you off, fix his pants with the belt still on the floor and get you up within a record of mere seconds. A surprised squeak filled the air after Saeran sat you back down onto the bed like some doll being put on the bookshelve. He still couldn't comprehend that you're capable to act that hot with the alcohol washing away both your better judgement and shame. His body's burning alive because of that.
"No. Go to bed before I get angry with you."
He said strict, praying for you to understand he's not messing around for once. Oh, how the tables turned. You threw your hair back over your shoulders and for second Saeran just forgot what's going on by that movement of yours. Who gave you the goddamn right to be cute and hot as hell at the same time? Unfair. He stumbled a step forward, almost landing on top of you as you used way too much strength when getting an hold of his collar. Your eyes still so inviting, so damn dark, it's hard to focus.
"Fuck me, Saeran."
His first time he actually stuttered over weird noises as he couldn't find words to that. Even coughed up the shock afterwards. Holy shit. In that tough voice of yours due to the alcohol, saying that bluntly into his face, it felt unrealistic. All his veins ran hotter by what you just demanded, it wasn't the usual clumsy question he had to squeeze out of you. That's new, that's not like you. You're not able to be straight forward, it's actually concerning. Because Saeran knew what type of person you were.
You're a good girl, you didn't even touch yourself properly before meeting him. Neither did you slept with someone else yet, you said it yourself, you're not one to go out and fuck around with the world. Saeran's aware you're a virgin. And as much as he liked to wreck you there on the bed that moment, he couldn't do it. You needed preparation. Both mentally and physically. There's a reason why he went slow with you, even if it sometimes appeared to be the opposite. You deserved a sweet and nice first time, not this instinct shit.
"Saeran~ Com'on, just fuck me already. Rough like you are, give me a taste of that fun you always tease me with."
"No (N). Not tonight, not when you're drunk."
Your head fell back into the pillows with a defeated pout glued to your face. Saeran used the moment to put the blanket over you, tugging you away from the possibility of your body tempting him again. To his luck, there's no refuse inside your movements when getting comfortable underneath the covers. With his heart slowly finding an healthy rhythm again, Saeran took care of the window and nightstand lamp.
"Just recover and get some rest.. I'll be close next door."
You didn't answer, your face betrayed that the fatigue finally had set in. Instead you nodded soft with your hair falling so pretty when lit by only moonlight. Saeran kneeled down to see your eyes better, unable to keep the smile away that crept over. As his hand stroked some strands out of the way, your dreamy eyes found his for a second.
"I want you, (N). Believe me. But for now you need rest, so sleep well."
The lightheaded giggle of yours somehow got his heart to skip a beat. Saeran watched you close your eyes, breath through one last time before your chest fell and raised slowly. Steady and comfortable. That's all it took, thank the heavens he found the strength to get you off. He meant it, he wanted you since a long time. Simply not that way, though. If he would ever have the honor to actually be your first time, then he would make sure it's perfect for you. Saeran stood up silently, plastering a light kiss on your temple to turn on his heels and leave.
"Beautiful dreams, my angel. You deserve them."