Fever (VIXX Ravi)

Aw, yes, jealous Ravi.  Booyah!




 

When Kim Wonsik asked you to be his girlfriend, you were thrilled.  He was cute and adorable and made your heart flutter like crazy whenever he was near.  Three years had passed since that day.  He was still all of those things and your heart still beat fast whenever he was around, but you'd also gotten comfortable in his presence to the point where you didn't really try anymore.  It was easier to throw on a comfy pair of sweats and pull your hair up in a ponytail rather than makeup and pretty clothes.  It didn't seem to matter to him anyway; he still liked what he saw and told you all the time.

You were sick of it though.  You wanted to feel pretty and sexy.  You went and got your hair done.  Your nails painted.  A massage.  A wax.  All those things women did to make themselves feel better.  You even went and bought a new outfit; lingerie to match. 

The studio was Wonsik's home away from home and you wanted to surprise him.  You dressed up, spritzing on your favorite perfume and actually doing your makeup.  When you walked out of your apartment, you felt like a goddess.  And it must have rubbed off on everyone else, because you got more attention walking through the main lobby of the company than you ever had before. 

As you were walking to the door of the studio one of the new trainees spotted you and made an ass of himself flirting with you.  It was only when Wonsik came to the door and glared at him that he stopped.  You laughed and kissed your man, your hands resting on his shoulders.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Hey, baby."

 He kissed you back, but you could tell his heart wasn't in it.  He led you inside, sat you down on the couch and went back to his computer.  He put his headphones back on, hunching over the keyboard as he went to work.  You let out a huffy sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.  You couldn't believe you'd put all that effort into looking good and he wasn't remotely interested.  Now you were pissed and frustrated.

You waited for a good twenty minutes, wondering if he'd remember you were there.  When the twenty minutes went by and he hadn't even spared you a glance, you got up.  As you left the studio, you glanced over your shoulder.  He never looked up, even when you shut the door.  You wandered a bit before hearing a commotion in one of the practice rooms.  You glanced in the window and saw the others dancing.  You tapped on the door and Hakyeon glanced your way.  He motioned for you to come inside, stopping the others when you pushed open the door.

"Where's Wonsik," he asked, wiping sweat from his forehead with his arm.

You shrugged and motioned vaguely towards the studio. 

"He's in the dungeon like usual."

"You look very nice today."

You smiled, a slight blush covering your cheeks.

"Aw, thanks.  Too bad it was a wasted effort."

"He's blind.  And an idiot."

You laughed and shook your head.

"Oh, well.  What are you up to?  Is that new choreography I see?"

Hakyeon nodded.

"Yes!  Would you like to see?"

You nodded and sat down on the couch.  The guys went back to their spots, music queued up and you watched as they began.  There was something about men dancing, especially when they really knew what they were doing, that was insanely sexy to you.  You saw the other members as brothers, but you could admit that all of them were sexy.  The fact that they were all tall, built and gorgeous didn't hurt. You'd never admit it out loud, but you loved coming to the studio just to watch them.  It gave you a vicarious thrill.  You just wished your man was there too to finish up the deliciousness.

You sighed, crossing your legs as you just let yourself enjoy.  Taekwoon stopped dancing to come over to sit beside you.  He had a bottle of water in his hand, which he was drinking down quickly.  Sweat glistened on him and you had to bite your lip.  Why were they all so pretty?  It just wasn't fair.

He smiled at you and got up to get a bottle for you.  He handed it to you and sat back down.  The others soon followed suit, sitting either beside you on the couch or on the floor at your feet.  They all had drinks and they were all sweaty.  You were in a smorgasbord of hot guys and it was a bit overwhelming to your poor senses.

And maybe, just maybe, you were still a bit pissed off at Wonsik for ignoring you.  You'd gone all out to look pretty for him and he hadn't even spared you a glance.  The others were all flirting with you; not in a smarmy way, but in a "they thought you looked pretty and told you" kind of way.  It made you feel better, your ego stroked. 

The others excused themselves for a bit, leaving you alone with Taekwoon.  Out of all of them, he was the one you were the most comfortable with.  He was the easiest to talk to, which was odd since he was so quiet.  He usually let you ramble, nodding his head in that way of his, a look of concentration on his face.  He was adorable and you loved him dearly, as a brother. 

He sighed and stretched his arms over his head, a look of pain crossing his face.  His arms dropped and he reached back to cup his shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah.  Just tight.  I might have pulled something working out this morning."

"Well, turn around.  Let me feel."

He did so without a word, since this wasn't out of the norm.  You were a massage therapist and had helped when they'd injured themselves before.  Using the balls of your fingers you gently pressed down on his shoulder, feeling for the injury.  You felt the knot and began to massage it, putting deeper pressure into it when you felt the muscle release.  Taekwoon let out a deep sigh as his head dropped, his body relaxing under your hands. 

"What the hell?"

Wonsik's voice was loud in the silent room, making you jerk in surprise.  You glanced over your shoulder and saw him standing at the open door, his arms crossed over his chest.  He came storming towards you, his hand coming out to grasp your wrist.  You gasped, pulling away from him.

"What the hell is wrong with you," you cried, moving away from Taekwoon and pushing Wonsik far enough away that you could stand up.  You shoved his chest, forcing him back a step.  You got right in his face, too angry to care that you had an audience.

"How dare you storm in here demanding to know what is going on!  What?  All of a sudden you don't trust me?  You think I'd sneak off with one of your brothers?  Really, Wonsik?  We've been together for three years and you don't trust me!  So, yeah, what the fuck is your problem?"

Taekwoon cleared his throat as he got to his feet.

"I'm leaving you to this.  Wonsik, you're an ass."

He left you to your rant, your hands shoving against your boyfriend's chest.  You had never been so angry and offended in your life.  How dare he treat you like this?  After all of the effort you'd put into being pretty for him and this was how he treated you.  If you had the guts you'd punch him.  Wonsik kept silent through your tirade, his hands hanging loose at his sides.  You wanted to grab hold of him and shake some sense into his dense head. 

"Are you going to just stand there?  Tell me why you acted like that!"

Your voice kept getting higher and louder, which under any other circumstance would have embarrassed you, but you didn't care.  If you had to scream to get him to respond, so be it.

"I'm sorry."

His voice was so soft you barely heard it, but you stopped, your head cocking.

"What did you say?"

"I said, I'm sorry.  I don't know what came over me."

"You don't know what came over you?  Maybe sheer stupidity?"

"Aw, baby, don't be like that!  I'm so sorry I was an ass, okay?  I saw you dressed all pretty with your hands all over Taek and I lost it.  I shouldn't have reacted that way and I totally understand why you're furious.  I'll just say I'm sorry again and hope you'll forgive me."

You let out a huff, the wind taken out of your sails.  His apology had been so sincere you couldn't stay mad at him.  You were still hurt though; hurt that his first instinct had been to react that way.  It made you think he didn't trust you as much as you trusted him.

"Wonsik, I forgive you, but I'm still hurt by what you did.  Do you really not trust me that much?"

He shook his head, his hands coming up to rest on your shoulders.

"No, no, that's not it at all!  I know you'd never do anything to break my trust.  I'm just...my only excuse is that I'm exhausted and stressed.  Seeing you dressed like that just triggered something in me.  I have no other excuse, okay?  I do trust you with all my heart.  I love you with all my heart."

"Oh, Wonsik, I love you too, but there are times you can be such a dense idiot.  Why didn't you pay attention to me when I first got here?  If you had, none of this would have happened!"

His head ducked down and he let out a deep sigh.

"I don't know.  I'm sorry.  I guess it just surprised me so much I didn't know what to say.  You're always beautiful in my eyes, but today you took my breath away."

The sincerity in his voice made you melt.  You stepped back, his hands dropping from your shoulders as you walked towards the door.  You glanced over your shoulder and smiled at him.

"You coming?"

"Where?"

"You'll see."

You led him back to the studio, shutting the door and locking it.  Before he could say a word, you were on him.  His back pressed against the door, your mouth on his.  Hands busy at his waist, pulling his t-shirt out of the waistband of his pants.  Sliding it over his head.  Kiss turning aggressive, all lips and tongue and teeth.  You bit his lower lip, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to get your point across. 

He grunted, his hands busy at the back of your dress, unbuttoning the buttons.

"Why so many," he muttered, his fingers fumbling with the material.  You laughed before jumping up, knowing he'd catch you.  Hands on your thighs, face buried at your neck, teeth on your skin. 

"Don't worry about the dress," you whispered, your mouth next to his ear.  "Just worry about what's under it."

He groaned then, a long, drawn out groan as his hand slid down to the hem of your dress and inched underneath it.  His hand glided up your thigh, not stopping until he'd reached your ass.  Fingers finding the seam of your thong, sliding down until he could reach your sex from behind. 

"Fuck, you're so wet.  I can't wait to get inside you."

You snickered, nipping his ear. 

"Hurry up then!"

He shifted you in his grasp, his hand busy at the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down.  Fingers back at your sex, pushing your panties aside.  You both moaned as he slid inside you, filling you to perfection.  You began to ride him, your arms tight around his shoulders as you rolled your hips. 

Laughing when he reversed your positions, your back against the door as he took over.  Deep, hard thrusts, fingers tight on your ass, holding you close.  Lips against your neck, tongue wet against your skin.  Your head bent back, resting against the door.  You had no idea how you'd gone from so angry you could scream to so horny so quickly, but the feeling of him inside you made you moan, your hands tight on his shoulders.

"Harder, damn it!"

He grunted before doing as you demanded, his hips pistoning against you as he upped the speed.  You felt the orgasm coming, your hands clenching and releasing on his shoulders as you reached for it.

"Fuck!"

You cried out as it hit, your body clenching tight around him.  You felt him as he joined you, his hips thrusting once more before he settled deep inside you, his gasps for breath loud in your ear.  How he managed to stagger over to the couch, his body never leaving yours was beyond you, but somehow he did.  He sat down, his semi-hard cock still inside of you.  He nibbled kisses over your neck, your shoulder, your ear, his hands rubbing gentle circles over your back. 

You sprawled over him, your arms still clasping his shoulders, your head tucked into his neck.  You let out a sigh, before sitting back, looking him in the face for the first time since you'd entered the studio.  He looked blissed out, but there was still a frown showing between his eyes, his eyebrows scrunched with it.

"Wonsik, are you okay?"

He nodded, his hands never stopping their gentle circles.

"I am, but I still feel like shit for doing that to you.  I'm sorry, baby.  I know I said that already, but I really mean it."

You leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I know and I'm sorry for going off on you like that.  Just know that I would never, ever do anything to hurt you.  I love you too much to do that, you know?  You're my everything."

He smiled at you, leaning forward to kiss you back.

"I love you too.  I wish I'd told you how pretty you looked today.  That dress is fucking on point.  It almost made me swallow my tongue."

"You want to see what's underneath it?"

He chuckled, his hands coming down to rest on your knees.

"Is this thing easy to get off or do I have to unbutton a million buttons?"

You snorted as you reached for the hem and slowly inched it up, revealing the skimpy black lace thong and matching demi-bra you wore underneath.  You pulled the dress over your head and tossed it aside, tossing your hair to get it out of your face.  Wonsik stared down at you, his upper lip caught between his teeth.

"Hot damn!  If I'd known that was under that dress, you never would have walked out of here in the first place."

You could feel his cock hardening inside you, making you shift slightly on his lap.  The hiss of breath he let out made you do it again.  His hands slid up your thighs until they rested on your hips, holding you still.

"Give me a sec, babe.  Just...let me enjoy the view here for a  minute, hmm?"

You giggled, but did as he asked.  You arched your back, pushing your breasts towards him.  He rewarded you with a moan before he leaned forward and placed a kiss over one of your lace-covered nipples.  His tongue flicked out, making you moan.  You wanted to move.  No, needed to move, but his hands at your hips held you still. 

He was fully hard inside of you and you clenched tight around him, needing to feel him move inside of you.  He grunted but made no attempt to move, his mouth busy on your breast.  Your hands went up to his head, fingers twisting in his hair.  You pulled tight, lifting his head from your breast.

"You'd better move," you muttered, leaning forward to kiss him.  He chuckled, but didn't follow your orders.  He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, his tongue dueling with yours.  You let out a frustrated moan, wishing you had the strength to get him to move.  But, when Wonsik was like this, you'd learned over the years to let him just do as he willed.  You knew you'd be coming again, harder than you had before. You were still wearing your panties for pity's sake.  All you wanted was to come again and him not letting you was driving you crazy.  You pulled back from the kiss to glare at him.

"Wonsik!"

He smirked at you.

"Patience, baby, patience.  Have I ever let you go without making you very, very happy?"

You sighed, but shook your head.  No, he always made you so happy you could barely walk the next day.  You had a feeling this time he'd have to carry you out of there.  You gasped as he rolled you over until you were laying on your back, his body looming over you.

"If you move, I'm stopping, okay?  All I want is to hear you screaming my name, got it?"

You stared up at him, your mouth open in shock.  Well, hello there, dom Wonsik.  You felt yourself getting wetter, your sex pulsing around his hard cock. His hands slid down your legs, hiking them up, bending them and pushing them back against your chest.  With the way you were bent you couldn't move, allowing him to thrust unimpeded.  You lay there, completely at his mercy, his thrusts relentless. 

All you could do was moan as his thrusts slid in and out of you, your hands flat on the couch as he fucked you.  Your head arched back as far as it would go; anything to allow you to reach for the orgasm you knew was coming.  The only way you could retaliate was by tightening and relaxing your inner muscles.  You were rewarded with a swat on your ass, his hand hot against your skin.

"Stay still!"

You let out a cry, but acquiesced, wishing with all your might that you could flip the tables on him somehow.  But you were completely at his mercy.  Each slide in hit nerve endings that sent shivers up and down your spine.  Your hands scrabbled for something to hold onto, but there was nothing.  This position made it hard to touch him and all you could do was watch him as he thrust.

His eyes were open, focused on your face, sweat pouring down his face, hair plastered to his skin.  His teeth were gritted and he was letting out noises that made you shiver.  He sounded like sex, pure and simple.  And it did something to you.

You began pulsing around him, the orgasm starting slow but gaining momentum.  You let out a scream that would embarrass you later, but at that moment you didn't care.  Wonsik grunted but continued thrusting through it, his hips rolling into yours. 

"God, please let me move," you cried, trying to push him away.  Wonsik stopped thrusting, pulling out of you.  Your panties were ripped off and thrown aside before you were turned over onto your stomach, your legs pushed as far apart as they would go.  He thrust back inside, his hands at your waist, pulling you hard back against him. 

He rutted into you, the sound of his hips smacking into your ass loud in the room.  You were nothing but a shivering, whining mess, your fingers scrambling for purchase on the leather couch.  You were completely at his mercy and it felt amazing.  His hands slid around to delve between your legs, his fingers brushing over your oversensitive clit.  You cried out, your body writhing under his, both trying to get away and trying to get closer at the same time.  He was wrecking you so good that you knew this last orgasm was going to be the death of you.

It hit hard, your body arching against his, a loud shriek coming from your throat, your hands going down to clasp his wrists.  You convulsed under him, black dots floating in front of your eyes.  You were this close to passing out, the way your body felt at that moment almost too much for you.  You'd heard the French saying la petite mort, but you'd never experienced it before now. 

When you came back to yourself, Wonsik was curled over you, his arms wrapped around your waist.   He pulled out of you, pulling you down onto the floor beside him.

"Are you okay," he asked, turning his head to look at you.

"Um...no.  I think I died there for a minute."

"Mm, me too.  Fuck, you were incredible!"

You let out a breathless laugh, your hand coming up to push hair away from your face. 

"If anyone was incredible, it was you.  Where the hell did that come from?  And we need to do that more often!"

He snorted out a laugh, his hand coming out to clasp yours.  He lifted your hand and kissed the back of it as he continued to laugh.  You joined him, happy that things were back to normal.  Jealousy aside, it was the hottest sex you'd ever had in your life.  You couldn't wait to do it again.