A Perfect Seduction (VIXX Ravi)

Old prompts coming up.  Still busy working on new stuff.  New scenario should be up this weekend.  Hurrah!







"Why must you be like this," you cried, throwing your hands up in frustration.  You'd been arguing with your boyfriend for the last half hour over something so stupid that you'd laugh if you weren't in the middle of it.  Kim Wonsik was going to make you go gray before your time, his stubbornness matched only by your own.

He stood across the living room from you, his arms crossed over his chest, a look of frustration on his face.  You didn't even know why you were arguing.  A lot of things had been piling up lately and him leaving the toilet seat up of all things had set you off.  You'd stormed into the living room, yelling his name and now here you were.

You loved him.  There was no doubt in your mind that you loved him with all your heart, but your relationship wasn't perfect; not by any stretch of the imagination.  His schedule was insane, making it almost impossible to see each other.  When you did see each other anymore, he usually fell asleep before anything could happen.  You were horny, angry and fed up.  You were ready to throw in the towel, no matter how much it hurt you.

"I'm not doing anything!  You were the one who came out here shrieking like a banshee!  I'm just defending myself!"

You let out a huff, your hands coming to rest on your hips.  You knew he was right, but at the same time, he was so totally wrong.  His terrible habits had gotten to the point where you couldn't stand them anymore.  The things you used to think were cute now annoyed the hell out of you.

"I can't do this anymore," you said, your voice almost too soft to be heard.  You heard a deep intake of breath before he was on you, his hands on your waist, pulling you to him.  Your hands flew up to rest on his chest as his mouth came down on yours.  He tipped you back on the couch, his body snug against you, his hands brushing over your skin.

You didn't try to struggle.  You wanted him just as much as you knew he wanted you, but you hadn't lied.  You were done with it all.  As he pulled your shirt over your head, his mouth coming down to brush over your collarbone, you knew this was goodbye.  You let yourself be taken over by him, his hands skimming down your front to the waistband of your shorts.

Soon you were naked, his mouth on you as he licked at your clit.  Your hands clenched into the sofa, your body undulating under him.  His fingers slid inside you, making you gasp.  You arched up towards his face, your body out of your control.  No matter how angry and hurt you were, he knew your body better than anyone.  His touch drove you out of your mind, the orgasm hitting you hard.  You let out a scream, your hands going to his head, holding him close to you.

The warm weight of his body on yours, pressing you into the cushions used to be a comfort.  Now, it just made you want to cry.  The way his cock filled you as he slid inside used to make you melt.  But now it just made you feel empty.  Your body was still his, his fingers brushing over your clit just so as he thrust into you.  Your legs went up around his hips, arching your pelvis up to meet his thrusts.

You wanted to scream, to cry, to punch him, but instead you bent under his powerful thrusts, your arms tight around his shoulders as he mouthed at your neck, his breath hot against your skin.  You wanted this last time with him to be something more than just a quick, angry fucking, but that's exactly what it was.  He grunted as he thrust into you, his hands almost bruising as they gripped your hips.

The orgasm hit you both simultaneously, your bodies arching into each other.  He groaned your name, but you just let out a whimper, one hand coming up to cover your mouth.  You lay there, gasping for air, wondering how it had come to be like this.

Wonsik pulled out of you, his arms snuggling you close.  There was a time when you'd curl right into him, feeling safe and secure, but now you just wanted to get away.  With a grunt you pushed away from him, struggling to your feet.  Wonsik sat up, his hands reaching for you.

"Baby, what's going on?  Are you okay?"

You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes.  You bit the inside of your lip, struggling not to cry.  You didn't want this to be anymore dramatic than it already was.

"I didn't lie, Wonsik," you said, your voice hoarse.  "I can't do this anymore."

"Can't do what?"

"I can't be with you anymore.  I love you so much it hurts, but I'm not happy."

Wonsik stood up, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

"Baby...don't do this."

"It's too late, Wonsik.  I've tried and tried to talk to you about all of this, but you just kept pushing it aside.  You've pushed too far."

His arms went around you, pulling you close, his breath hitching as he buried his face in your hair.

"I can't lose you."

"You already did."

With that, you pulled away.  It just about killed you to walk away.  You took a quick shower and got dressed, before packing up a bag.  On your way out, you didn't even say goodbye, knowing that if you even looked at him you wouldn't be able to leave.

Once outside, you walked down the street to the bus stop before collapsing.  The tears overwhelmed you, the sobs wracking your body as you buried your face in your hands.  You wanted to die.  Kim Wonsik was everything to you and you never, in a million years, thought that things would end this way.  You curled into yourself, your body shivering in the cold.

Your phone buzzed, your best friend's number popping up on the screen.  Taking a deep breath you took the call, swiping your hand over your face, hoping to stop the tears.

"Hello?"

"Jesus, you sound terrible!  Are you okay?"

With her words you broke down again, sobbing into her ear.  You were able to spit it out between shuddering gasps and when she offered you a place to stay, you took it.  Getting yourself under some semblance of control, you got on the next bus, taking it to her apartment.  Once there, you got upstairs, collapsing in her arms when she opened the door.

The rest of the night was spent with you curled up on her bed, crying your heart out.  She curled around you, her arms tight around your middle as she held you through it all.  When you finally fell asleep, it was fitful at best, dreams torturing you.

Over the next few weeks you functioned, ignoring the texts and phone calls with Wonik's name.  You knew you should talk it out, but at the same time you were so tired.  Tired of being ignored, tired of him taking you for granted, tired of being there for him and getting nothing in return.  It might seem selfish, but you were finally putting yourself first and it hurt like hell.

It felt like a part of your heart was missing.  You went through your daily routine but you didn't care about anything anymore.  Your best friend comforted you at first, but soon got sick of it.

"You can't keep this up forever," she said almost a month later when she got home from work and found you curled up on the couch, a handkerchief held to your mouth as tears poured down your face.  The drama playing on the TV hadn't helped matters either, the two main characters finally declaring their love for each other.  You almost felt betrayed, wanting them to go back to their snarky arguments.  And you knew she was right, but you had no idea how to move past it.

"I'm stuck," you whispered, blowing your nose.  "I can't seem to move past him.  I can't stop loving him.  I feel like I'm just...stuck.  And God, it hurts so much!"

She sat down beside you, her arms coming around your shoulders to pull you close.  You rested your head on her shoulder and let out a deep sigh.

"Have you thought that maybe you should talk to Wonsik?  You have to admit you dropped this breakup on him kind of out of the blue."

"The breakup might have been out of the blue, but I tried talking to him!  I tried over and over again until I just couldn't do it anymore!"

She patted you on the arm.

"But maybe he's ready to finally listen?  Just give him a call, hmm?"

You nodded, knowing she was right.  Reaching for your phone you sent him a quick text asking him to meet you.  You chose somewhere neutral; a park not far from the apartment you used to share.  He agreed to meet you and you arrived twenty minutes before your agreed time.  You paced, your fingers twisting together in a combination of nerves and fear.  Fear that he wouldn't hear you out.  Fear that nothing would be resolved.

"I'm here."

You turned, facing him, seeing him, wanting to run into his arms.  Instead, you gave him a tentative smile, your fingers not stopping their nervous twisting.

"Thank you for coming."

Instead of speaking he just nodded, his eyes never leaving your face.  You bit your lip, unsure of how to proceed.  Now that he was here, all of the words you'd practiced disappeared, leaving you blank.  Wonsik cleared his throat, his hands jammed into the front pockets of his jeans.  You stared at each other, the silence so profound you could have heard a pin drop.

"I'm sorry."

You cleared your throat, a blush covering your cheeks as you both spoke aloud at the same time.  You were glad he was sorry, but at the same time you wondered if it was coming too late.  Wonsik shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry.  I just wish you hadn't ended it so abruptly.  Why didn't you talk to me?"

"Wonsik, I did!  I tried talking to you, but you always blew me off.  If you were free, you'd come home and crash.  We haven't spent more than an hour together in the last five months!  I'm a patient person, but even I can't deal with that sort of thing!  We were supposed to be a couple!  We lived together for God's sake!"

Wonsik heard you out, his hands coming out of his pockets to hang loose at his sides.

"God, I know!  I've spent the last month going over everything.  I'm sorry I didn't hear you when you tried so hard to talk to me.  I'm sorry I've been such an ass!  I'm just plain sorry!  Nothing I say now will ever make up for the way I neglected you.  I love you so fucking much it hurts and yet nothing I say will show you just how much!"

"I don't know if you can make it up to me.  I don't know if you can show me.  You can't guarantee you'd be able to spare the time for me if we got back together.  I don't like feeling like I'm being neglected.  It sucks!  I love you and I tried.  I tried so hard!  Why couldn't you see it before it was too late?"

"I don't know!  I don't know and it's killing me!  I'm blind and stupid.  I'm not perfect.  You know that.  We were together for three years.  You know I can be a complete asshole when I'm angry.  You know I've got stupid habits.  You know me better than anyone else and yet at the same time, it feels like we don't know each other at all.  How did this happen?"

The heartbreak in his voice made something break inside of you.  Tears spilled down your cheeks, your hands coming up to cover your mouth.  You felt broken; like the pieces of the puzzle would never fit back together again.

You knew how much Wonsik hated to see you cry, but you couldn't stop the tears.  When he stepped forward and wrapped you in his arms, you let him.  You pressed your face into his chest and let the tears come.  It hurt, the sobs wracking your body, but at the same time it felt cathartic. 

The tears stopped but you didn't step away.  The comfort of his arms was still there, the warmth of his body keeping the chill from sinking any deeper into your bones.  You let out a sigh, your arms loose around his waist.

"I want to try again," he whispered into your hair.  You pulled back to look up at him, the sincerity of his gaze right there for you to see.

"I know, Wonsik, but I don't know if we should.  I don't know if I could go through this again."

He nodded, his eyebrows creasing in thought.  You watched, wondering what was going through his head.  The smile that crossed his face was unexpected.  Your head tilted, curious.

"What?"

"I've figured this out."

"Figured what out?"

"You'll see!"

With that he pressed a quick kiss to your lips before stepping away.  You watched him walk away, your eyebrows scrunched in consternation.  What the hell just happened?

The next day you went to work, the black funk that had filled you washed away to be replaced by, not optimism, but a sense that things had changed.  A smile was on your lips and you couldn't even explain why.  The flowers delivered to you that afternoon answered that question, the message short and sweet.

'I was thinking of you.'

It wasn't signed, but you knew who it was.  You put the roses in water, burying your nose in the petals to inhale their beautiful scent.  Chocolates the next day; fancy dark chocolate that melted like sin on your tongue.  Your favorite perfume.  Pieces of paper, random verses written in his crisp scrawl.  Little things that reminded you of why you fell in love with him in the first place.  He was wooing you; seducing you slowly but surely.

Text messages throughout the day, telling you about his day.  Asking you about yours.  Late night phone calls, your phone held to your ear as you lay curled up in the spare bedroom.  His beautiful, deep, sexy voice purring in your ear, making you feel things you'd long forgotten.  You were falling in love with him all over again and it honestly scared the hell out of you.

Over a month passed, every day some sort of communication received by him.  When he asked you to meet for drinks and dinner, you found yourself agreeing.  You dressed up for him, wearing your favorite red dress, the one he loved.  Your favorite lingerie.  The perfume he'd bought for you, dabbed in places you hoped he'd be touching later.  Diamond studs in your ears.  Light, subtle makeup.  Things that made you feel beautiful.

When he arrived at your best friend's house and you opened the door, you knew the effort had been worth it.  His pupils dilated as he looked you up and down, his lower lip sucked between his teeth.  The delicate rose he held out to you made you blush.  You took it into the kitchen to put it in water and heard his footsteps behind you.

Warm hands on your hips, his solid body pressed up against your back.  Lips at your ear, teeth nipping gently.  Your head tilted to the side, eyes closing as he brushed a gentle kiss over the back of your ear.

"You look so fucking sexy," he murmured, his warm breath sending goosebumps over your skin.  You shivered, but didn't look at him.  If he was wanting to get you, he had to work for it.  You had to bite back a whimper as he stepped away, your body missing his warmth.  You finished putting the flower in the vase, your fingers trembling.

Wonsik didn't push you further, leading you out to the living room.  He held your coat out for you, letting you slide your arms inside.  Before you could pull your hair out of your collar, he did it for you.  You grabbed your purse and walked with him out to the car, wondering how on earth you were going to survive the night.

He took you to your favorite restaurant.  Instead of seating you in the main dining area, you were led to a private room, one overlooking the water.  Candles were lit everywhere, a lone violinist playing a beautiful tune in the corner.  You looked at Wonsik, his beauty overwhelming you.  You bit your tongue as he removed your coat, holding your chair out for you.  You sat, your fingers plucking nervously at the napkin you'd placed in your lap.  You knew he was seducing you.  And he was succeeding.

A plate was placed before you, your favorite meal already prepared.  Wine presented and sampled.  Clinking of glasses as Wonsik tapped his against yours.  You took a sip, the sweetness on your tongue.  You began to eat, the food like dust.  You didn't taste a thing, your focus on him.  He nonchalantly ate his meal, his eyes on the plate in front of him.

The plate was pushed aside, still half full, your appetite gone.  You were too wound up, too many emotions pushing at you.  Wonsik paused, fork halfway to his mouth, gaze coming up to your face.

"Are you okay?"

"Mmhmm."

"The food not good?"

"It was delicious.  I'm just not very hungry."

His eyebrows scrunched as he frowned, but he didn't say another word.  The meal was finished in silence, the only sounds the clinking of cutlery and the lone violinist.  A waiter came and cleared the table, another showing up just as he walked away, a bowl of something in his hands.  He placed it in the center of the table, handing a spoon to Wonsik.  Wonsik dipped the spoon into the dish and held it out to you.

"Try it.  Please."

Something in his voice made you sit forward, your mouth opening.  The spoon slid inside your mouth, chocolate bursting on your tongue.  Your eyes closed as you let out a moan.  The dessert was pure decadence and it could easily become your addiction, especially if the man with eyes of sin continued to feed it to you.

Your eyes opened and you watched him take a bite, his tongue coming out to lick of the spoon.  You had to bite back a moan, the sensuality of his every movement making you ache.  He continued to feed you, tempting you.

When you had enough, he sat back, setting the spoon down.  He stared at you, his eyes seeming to caress you as he looked you over.  You sat still, your hands folded in your lap, completely unsure of your next move.  He made it for you, standing quickly.  He helped you to your feet and hurried you out the door.  The valet had pulled the car around and you were inside, before you realized he hadn't paid.

"You didn't pay for it."

"Yeah, I did.  I had it all set up and paid for before we even got there."

You lapsed back into silence, wishing you could think of something to say.  The silence wasn't awkward, but it was definitely intense.  You wanted him.  You wanted to feel him skin-to-skin, needing that connection with him.

You were startled when he pulled to the side of the road, putting the car in park.  He reached for something in the backseat and turned to you.  You couldn't see what he held in his hands, but when he lifted them, you realized what it was.

"Can I put this on you?  I promise, I won't do anything you don't want me to, but I have another surprise for you."

You nodded, curious.  He placed the cloth over your eyes, his hands brushing the back of your head as he tied it tight.  You felt the brush of his lips over the corner of your mouth before you heard the sound of rustling fabric.  The car began to move again.  You lost any sense of direction, your hands playing with the material of your dress.

It seemed like you drove for hours before he finally pulled to a stop.  The engine turned off, the silence almost deafening.  You could hear him breathing before the door opened.  You could hear his feet crunching on something as he walked around the car.  Cool air on you as he opened your door, his fingers brushing your waist as he undid your seatbelt.  Fingers clasped gently around your arm as he helped you out of the car.  You wobbled in your heels, the gravel underneath you making walking slightly treacherous.  His arm coming around your waist to guide you.

You walked up stairs, then over something wooden, before descending again.  You could hear waves crashing and realized you were by the ocean.  Fingers at your ankles, sliding off your heels.  Toes digging into sand, slightly ticklish.  You took a deep breath, the brine on the air making you sigh.  You hadn't been to the beach in ages.  It had always been your favorite place to go and the fact that he'd remembered that made you want to smile.

Fingers entwining through yours, leading you.  A step up, wood under your bare toes.  Warm breath on your neck, fingers brushing through your hair.  The sound of your zipper lowering, hands pushing the material off your shoulders.  The slide of fabric down your skin as he pushed it off you, letting it pool at your feet.  Hands at your feet, lifting one and then the other, pulling your dress away.

A long, deep moan, hands cupping your breasts through the sheer black bra you'd worn specifically for him.  Fingers tweaking your nipples, mouth busy at the juncture of neck and shoulder.  Head arching back to rest on his shoulder, completely at his whim.

Rustling of fabric and then naked skin against your back, arms wrapping around your waist, snuggling you close to him.  Tongue brushing over the shell of your ear, a gust of hot breath making you shiver.  You needed to touch him, had to touch him, your hands going back to cup his ass through his pants.

His erection was pressed against the curve of your ass, fingers busy as they undid the front clasp of your bra.  His warm palms cupping you, fingers brushing over hardened nipples.  Bra sliding down your arms before he stepped away.  Hands on your shoulders, lowering you down to sit on something soft.  A gentle kiss brushed over your lips, before deepening, tongue slipping between your lips.  He tasted of chocolate and Wonsik, making you moan.

You were tilted back until you lay flat on your back, his hard body pressed against yours.  Mouth on your breast, lips on your nipple, tongue flicking just so.  Hands brushing down your sides to the waistband of your panties.  His body sliding down yours, pulling your panties down your thighs.  Gentle fingers pulling them off completely, before he was between your thighs.

Light kisses on the inside of your knee, up your thigh, over your pubic bone.  Fingers brushing over your sex, delving between the folds.  A heartfelt moan as his lips closed over your clit, his tongue brushing gently over the hood.  Fingers spreading you apart, tongue sliding over your skin.  Incoherent curses from your lips as you arched into him.

Tongue sliding inside you, flicking deep enough to make you see stars.  Head tilting back as you rolled your hips against his mouth.  A deep chuckle as he pulled back, fingers sliding deep inside of you.  Curling up just right, hitting that bundle of nerves that made you moan aloud.

Lips over your lower belly, your thighs, your clit, fingers continuing their deep glide inside of you.  You were so close to coming, your hands clenched in the material that surrounded you.  You let out a cry of desperation, your hands leaving their death grip to reach for his head.  The silky strands of his hair under your fingers, the way he muttered your name.  Your inner muscles started to flutter around his thrusting fingers and you knew you were going to come hard.

You clamped down on his fingers, your body feeling like it was vibrating out of your control.  You felt the liquid drenching your thighs and would have died of embarrassment if he hadn't let out a groan, before sliding up your body.  His mouth was on yours, tongue delving deep.  You tasted yourself on his tongue, a shudder of longing going through you.

You wished you could see his face, but not being able to see only amplified how you felt when his hard cock slid deep inside of you.  You both let out moans as he began to thrust, his hands reaching for yours.  Your fingers entwined as he held them to the bed, his hips rolling as he thrust into you.  Your thighs wrapped around his hips, holding him close, your back arching as you met him thrust for thrust.

You wanted to scream, nothing coming out but a sharp gasp as he hit that spot inside you over and over again, sending you into an orgasm so hard that your entire body arched up off the cushions, your sex pulsing hard around him.  He grunted, his mouth leaving yours.  His head burrowed into your neck, deep moans coming from his lips as he continued to thrust.  You had a death grip on his fingers, not wanting to let go.  It was the only thing holding you down to the earth.  Your entire being was focused on him, the man you loved, as he fucked you into the cushions, his every move there to bring you pleasure.

He lifted up, his head moving.  You felt the blindfold being pulled up, but his fingers were still entwined with yours.  You blinked, trying to clear your vision and saw him shake his head, the fabric between his teeth.  He flicked his head, sending the fabric sailing.

Now that you could see, you could see he was wrecked.  Sweat dripped down his face, plastering his hair to his face.  His face was tight with strain, his eyes squinting down at you.  You lifted your head, trying to kiss his lips, but settling for his chin when it was all you could reach.

"I love you," you whispered.  That was the catalyst.  He began thrusting in earnest, his gaze never leaving your face.  You met his every thrust, your body one with his.  You knew this last orgasm was going to be intense, but you wanted it.  No, you needed it.  Your head arched back into the cushion, your lips parted as you gasped.  A steady mantra of curses and his name flowed from your lips, completely out of your control.

Wonsik let go of your fingers, his hands sliding down behind you to cup your ass, tilting you up just so.  One last hard thrust and you were screaming his name as he bent over you, his cock pulsing deep inside of you.  You lay there, bodies entangled as you struggled to regain your composure.

Wonsik rolled over onto his back, keeping you with him, his semi-hard cock still inside of you.  You lay draped over his chest, your fingers drawing idle circles around his collarbone.  You felt his lips as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, but you felt boneless, lethargy kicking in.

"I love you too," he whispered, his hand brushing down your arm.  "I know we aren't perfect.  I know we have our problems, but I can't imagine my life without you.  Please, give me another chance.  Please."

You lifted your head and glanced up at him.

"I love you, Wonsik.  I love you so much.  I can't be without you either."

He leaned his head down as you lifted up, your mouths meeting halfway.  The kiss was sweet and gentle, a promise of sorts.  As you lay your head back on his shoulder, you knew this was right.  You knew you'd made the right decision.