CHAPTER 51: ALL IN

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.

I was supposed to get dressed up in my dressing room, but being literally half-dead with sleepiness

despite having showered already, I went back straight to my bedroom, barely registering Jiwoo sitting

at the edge of my bed. I let the towel fall off to the floor and collapsed face first into the soft mattress.

Which means that my cute and sexy butt (Yes, Faye said my butt was cute and sexy, so that wasn't just

boasting on my part.) was exposed for the taking.

And Jiwoo took it.

I felt Jiwoo's full weight on top of me as well as a particular hardness rubbing against my butt cheeks.

Jiwoo was wearing jeans but I could still feel its hard outline pressing against my skin.

"You're a tease, you know that?"

And his tongue was on my ear. Fuck! I tried to wiggle my way from under him but I felt Jiwoo pressing

harder.

"Fine, I'll go to the market with you," I said in an attempt to make him stop.

"Fuck the market," Jiwoo said, his voice sounding rushed. "How do you expect me to stop myself after

seeing this?"

Jiwoo 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 shirt was already strewn across the floor.

Fuck.

I couldn't stop my eyes from watching it all – the way his leanness becomes more defined with every

movement of his limbs, and the way heat waves seem to emanate from his skin with each effort to get

rid of his remaining clothing.

Then there were those deep set of lines circling his waist, leading to his member, which was now

almost exposed against the thin fabric of Jiwoo's underwear.

And we made eye contact when Jiwoo was taking off his boxers which was merely seconds before he

was on top of me again, his hands pinning my arms, and his knees spreading me apart.

"Jiwoo, don't do this." I asked as his face dove into my neck and began making delicate circles with his

tongue.

"Too late for that," Jiwoo said, momentarily removing his mouth to speak and attacking my left nipple

immediately after.

I failed to stop the sound of mixed pain and pleasure as Jiwoo alternated between sucking and biting

on my nipple, my back involuntarily arching towards Jiwoo like it was offering itself for Jiwoo to reach.

"Please stop, Jiwoo. I don't like this."

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 my nipple apart. But my

scream was muffled by his mouth and tongue bearing down on me like an onslaught of sweet yet

forceful wetness.

I thought I was going crazy from all the sensations he was giving me – from his mouth down to 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 Jiwoo's skin.

But I had to put a stop to it. I can't mess up again.

Not after JM.

Not after Hyuk. Not after Suho.

Not ever again.

"I said stop!" I said more forcefully, my hands miraculously finding the strength to push Jiwoo away. "I

don't want this!"

Jiwoo slapped my hands away and continued to bite at my neck, his tongue grazing the length of my

shoulder. His right 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 tickling the

folds of my ears with his tongue.

"I'm not going to stop because I think you're lying." I felt Jiwoo's hand grabbing at my hard penis, then

caressing it in up and down motions.

I closed 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 towards my hole and I screamed again as I felt Jiwoo's fingers

force their way in.

"I said stop!" I shouted, my knees snapping together and my hands involuntarily holding on to Jiwoo's

shoulders. "Stop! Stop! Stop!"

I felt Jiwoo's hands slid away and out of me, only to be replaced by the tip of his hard manhood, like a

soldier at the ready to invade my insides. I lowered my hands and pushed hard at Jiwoo's chest.

"STOP! I DON'T WANT THIS!"

Several minutes passed by in silence. I could hear nothing but the beating of my own heart and the

labored breathing of Jiwoo that gradually softened to a barely audible hush. My eyes were closed and I

sensed no movement, until Jiwoo spoke again.

"Sorry."

I opened my eyes and found Jiwoo's dejected face looking down on the bed.

"I don't want to force myself on you." Jiwoo continued. "Not if you don't want me."

Jiwoo moved and slid sideways off the bed, standing up in the next moment, and walking towards

where he threw his clothes at. I still wasn't used to the display of his body – his milky complexion that

was bordering on being tan but not quite, his long and firm legs, and the lines in his torso.

Jiwoo slipped into his boxers and looked awkward as his penis was still hard, stretching the fabric away

from his waist. He then picked up his usual white shirt which he slid slowly from his head. He was

reaching for his jeans when he made eye contact with me.

"I'm sorry BJ," he said, "I really am."

I guess it was his eyes and how they made me feel like Jiwoo still wanted to take me. This material belongs to .

Or maybe, deep inside I really wanted him.

I really wanted him deep inside me.

I didn't know which was which but all I remember was I hopped out of bed, reached for Jiwoo, and

kissed him hard. Too hard that I was biting at his lower lip already.

My hands were on auto drive as they tugged at Jiwoo's shirt, then at his boxers, then they found the

wideness of Jiwoo's back. And my body was, without my express consent, rubbing itself against the

hardness of Jiwoo's chest.

"I'm never listening to you again," Jiwoo said as he broke from our kiss and scooped me off the floor in

one sweeping motion. Then he threw me on the bed, with him following right after.

"I don't know what I want," I confessed, legs slowly parting for Jiwoo. "And I don't want to regret this."

Jiwoo gave me a smile, but it was not his stupid smile this time. It was the smile that told me he wanted

me.

"I can't stop now," Jiwoo said. "I'm going all in."

Somehow, I understood what he said.

He wasn't referring to how he entered me in one quick jab that sent waves of pleasure and pain from

my bottom towards my stomach.

He was referring to being with me.

And with that, I was happy.