Pie’s collection of midday and midnight thoughts

Music To My Ears

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-iksong-

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It was supposed to be a lazy Sunday rendezvous for Ikjun and Songhwa. Having spent almost for almost the whole month with the round-the-clock working hours, followed by symposium preparation, leaving them hardly any time for each other. Songhwa promised not to leave the house on the weekend; she really did. However, unfortunately, the nearly forgotten agenda for afternoon tea with the residents forced Songhwa out of the house.

One hour has passed. If he was too quick to conclude, then yes, Songhwa broke the promise for the second time that day. However, being a very considerate man he is, there could be many reasons one would come in late. Traffic perhaps? A long list of waiting at the restaurant? Or…simply because she lost track of time?

Songhwa wouldn’t. Ikjun thought to himself.

He sat comfortably resting his entire body on the couch in the living room. With the golden-brown colored guitar in his hands, Ikjun began to strum the strings, humming the song that has been stuck, echoing in his mind for the past few days. He brushed the guitar plec over several strings, generating sweet-sounding music. He had repeated the songs twice when hearing the beeping sound coming from behind the apartment door. The sound of the door pushed open was followed by Songhwa’s warm greeting to her loving husband.

‘Ikjun-ah?’ Songhwa stretched her neck to peek over to the living room. The sweet smile of her flashed upon seeing Ikjun cozily resting on the couch. With no intention of teasing and flirting, Songhwa slid off her coat, leaving her only a thin layer of a blouse. Songhwa walked towards him, deep in question, as he did not give any response or flinch for the slightest bit ever since her arrival back home.

‘I’m home…’ She repeated, now standing precisely in front of Ikjun. Letting a few seconds pass as she stomped her feet gently, attuning to the song he played on the instrument. Songhwa stood there, doing absolutely nothing to the point she has had enough with Ikjun’s seemingly cold attitude. A word came out of Ikjun’s mouth the moment she was about to head to their bedroom.

‘You promised an hour.’ Ikjun said in a monotone voice, his hand still going up and down the strings. ‘Did something happen?’

Songhwa was stunned at the following question as the dull emotion statement turned into a rise of concern within a second. She returned to where she was standing before, this time leaning towards Ikjun. ‘No. Nothing happened. But I know, I’m sorry I came home late.’

Ikjun brought himself forward, leaving zero inches of gap between them. The proximity was enough to cause a tingle on her entire body. Songhwa shut her eyes tight, tilting her head slightly, expecting a soft brush of his plump on her lips. Instead of fulfilling what she desired, Ikjun slowly pulled himself back to lean on the couch. Out of vexation for what he’s done, Songhwa flicked her eyes open and glared at him.

Setting her pride aside, she straddled Ikjun’s lap and lurched towards his face. Songhwa cupped him with both hands before planting soft kisses on either side of his face. Undisturbed, Ikjun continued with his humming, letting her do the work. As she did so, Songhwa carefully maintained the distance between her and the guitar Ikjun was holding, not wanting to cause him infuriated by her clumsiness.

Ikjun paid close attention to her silky soft skin visible under the blouse she was wearing. A part of him was dying to resist the temptation of not making an immediate move to rip off her remaining layers of clothing.

‘Perhaps…’ Songhwa whispered to his ear most lasciviously, her warm breath felt on his skin tossed a rush of arousal within him. ‘...this could make up the one hour we lost.’

Songhwa got back to her feet and began to undress utterly right before his sight. With every move she made, Songhwa made sure his eyes never left her frame. Keeping only her lingerie, she bent over to Ikjun to claim his lips. A grin broke the kiss as she felt Ikjun began to use his tongue. Purposely she pulled away from the kiss, and it burned the flame out of him.

‘Ikjun-ah, I like the song you played earlier.’ Songhwa said to him before giving a nibble on his lower lip. ‘Sing it again for me, will you?’

Songhwa begged with her eyes when she slowly went lower down Ikjun’s body. Her hands were touching him everywhere, tracing his biceps, chest, and lower right above his manhood. Ikjun stopped strumming the guitar at the contact of Songhwa’s hand, rubbing his hardening bulge outside the fabric.

Songhwa knew very well what she was doing. The pride and sense of victory rage within her at the fact that he’s entirely under her control. Ikjun gripped the guitar real hard; his knuckles turned white. Songhwa gently palmed his member and worked over his sweatpants then his boxers skilfully.

Ikjun held back his groans the moment Songhwa began to pump him several times. The sight of Ikjun in complete silence was a pleasing sight to see for Songhwa.

‘You may begin now.’ She instructed.

Once the strum of the guitar began to play, Songhwa’s desperate fingers grasped his member and, this time excruciatingly slowly pumping the tip. Ikjun started to singing, and without prior notice, Songhwa wrapped her lips on his length and used her tongue to trace his pulsating veins.

Songhwa heard of how Ikjun’s voice began to shudder, and in that time, she stopped to give him a warning while undoing her bra and slid off her panties. Pleasing Ikjun’s eyes with her now wholly nude body. ‘I’ll let you off now but, if I hear you sing the lyrics incorrectly, or your voice becomes shaky or… the guitar doesn’t sound right… I will stop right away.’

Before Ikjun could agree to anything, Songhwa bowed her head down once more and pinned his hips down. Ikjun had to do the song repeatedly; he sang very well, that it cost him almost all the energy he contained in his body to do so. Ikjun tried hard to sing along, yet the attempt to shut his eyes made it worse as when the eyes closed, other senses now strengthened.

Songhwa’s teeth in touch with his throbbing length was another win. When Ikjun strummed the guitar aggressively, it almost changed the tone of the song, and It would’ve been fatal if he wasn’t quick enough to get back on track.

Her warm mouth circled a heat and wetness around Ikjun’s member. She raised her head to his tip and almost rapidly sucked him hard, bobbing her head up and down. Songhwa would sure he went blackout at a certain point that his singing was him letting out melodious words under his consciousness.

Songhwa’s tongue swirled around Ikjun’s length and sucked him real hard that he could feel himself pulsating in her mouth. Ikjun was already singing half of the song, rewarding him for doing it incredibly well; she looked up and gave Ikjun her flirty gaze before letting go only to wipe her bottom lip of pre-cum before wasting no time to shimmied back down. Songhwa went all out; she increased the pressure around Ikjun’s length, the sound of her wet mouth gliding and sucking him to the bottom.

She sucked hungrily again, bobbing her head up and down. Ikjun felt his member throbbing, stomach clenching, that it was aching for release when all of a sudden he got lost of control. Ikjun fell of notes on the very last bit of the song. He stopped singing and letting out a moan instead and involuntary jerking his hips into her mouth. Breaking the only rule, Songhwa gave him the only consequence. She stopped right then, right there.

‘Fuucckk Songhwa-ya!’ Ikjun screamed out of resentment and disappointment. Sweats were visible as it flowed through his forehead down to his neck, he cursed, but his voice came out weak and breathless. Enraged not to release himself, Ikjun’s breathing became frenzied as he intensely stared at Songhwa, who was standing lasciviously before him again.

‘I did give you a warning. All you had to do was to sing the whole song without making a single mistake.’ Songhwa reminded him again. She teasingly sneaked a hand down her core, another attempt to get to Ikjun again as he placed his guitar aside and began to study her.

Knowing how tremendously sensitive she was, Songhwa felt her womanhood already pooling by only imagining Ikjun’s bare abs and muscular biceps sticking to her skin. Letting her guard down from getting too focused on playing with herself, she let out a shocked gasp when a pair of warm arms pulled her and carried her to the master bedroom. She couldn’t help but moan and ran her fingers through Ikjun’s hair all the way to their bedroom.
Though was filled with the burning desire of lust, Ikjun gently laid Songhwa down the bed, enjoying the sensation of having her squealing and wriggling on the bed. Immediately Ikjun raised his arms to pull the hoodie off his head, presenting the sight Songhwa was nearly dying to see. He found Songhwa’s hand instantly made its way again to the area between her legs and coming to a halt; Ikjun grabbed her wrist as he climbed up the bed.

‘Songhwa-ya, do you know what is so impeccably good about getting revenge?’ Ikjun kissed her and brushed the hair off her face. Songhwa’s short-length hair made her collarbones fully exposed in the open air, and it went straight to become Ikjun’s primary target. Now hovering above her, Ikjun kissed her neck gently then lower to her collarbone. She whimpered when down her womanhood felt Ikjun’s fingers brushed her clit.

‘The best feeling about it is…’ Ikjun crashed his lips and relentlessly kissed her. He had two fingers at her core, yet only to trigger the frustration out of her, he did not insert them but merely tracing the entrance. ‘...is to let them feel what you feel and add to that, you can make them suffer ten times worse than what they did to you.’

A desperate, filled with regret moan escaped Songhwa’s mouth when Ikjun flipped their positions with her now being on top. Instead of resting his head on the pillow, Ikjun sat upright and had a firm grip on her hips, only for him to quickly easily sucking the white milk skin just above her breasts.

‘Make love to me, Chae Songhwa.’ He said with his raspy voice, gliding his palm between her bare thighs, causing her to shiver. ‘Just as what you did to me, I, too, have a condition for you.’

Ikjun looked over to his shoulder and stretched out his arm to the desk, reaching for a guitar pick he received as a birthday gift from Songhwa last year. Ikjun soothed her by pressing featherlike kisses down her cheek and jawline before stating his one and only condition. ‘You will make love to me, I will bring down heaven to you, but…’ he smirked, ‘this shall not fall out of your mouth.’ Ikjun had her to grit the guitar pick in between her teeth.

‘Am I making myself crystal clear?’

A smile tugged at Songhwa’s lips as she started twisting her hips, moving up a couple inches before dropping back down. She let him thrust his length into her, inserting himself fully along her wet walls. She cried a whimper when Ikjun pressed her hips down basking intense waves of pleasure through her weak body, urging her to keep on riding him. As if she had no more pride left in her, Songhwa guided Ikjun’s hand to touch her. She longed for his touch, she craved for it.

Ikjun rested his palms on her breast to cup them and subconsciously tightened around the soft perky flesh mound. He loved how her body fit him so well, so tight and warm. ‘F-fuck Songhwa-ya… g-go faster.’
She did as she was told. Going faster, hair sticking to her sweaty skin. Songhwa knew she was getting there yet to keep abide under his condition she could only cry and almost let out a scream. Ikjun’s move of groping her bouncing breasts and nibbling on her nipples was a total knockout.

‘Ah Ikjun-ah!’ her desperate cry, her tone full of need caused her to lose grit of the guitar pick. Songhwa moved her hips up and down rapidly in an attempt to reach her climax. She clutched on his shoulder and held on Ikjun’s neck for stability, that is when Ikjun stopped her movement by getting his hands on her hips and back to seize her chance of releasing.

‘Damn it, Ikjun-ah!’ Songhwa made an immediate protest.

‘I told you didn’t I? Whatever happens, don’t let it fall out of your mouth.’ Ikjun chuckled, placing his palm on her stomach and the other on her bare back. He flipped their positions again, this time allowing her to rest her head on the pillow. ‘But look at you Songhwa-ya… it was a simple task, don’t you think?’

Ikjun tilted his head to the side to pepper some light kisses on her cheek. ‘Yet, you failed.’ A groan mixed with a sharp intake of breath came out from her as she expected Ikjun to continue making love to her despite there being a high chance of him playing rough in turn of punishment. But instead, Ikjun got out of bed leaving her lying weakly on the bed and headed to the bathroom.

‘Ikjun-ah, p-please… I need you, please just…’ Only Lee Ikjun, the man who is able to make her down her knees, shamelessly begging for him to tear her apart. To make love to her, to caress her, to have her breathless.

Entering the bathroom Ikjun quickly grabbed a towel. He folded it half and rolled it just enough for him to wrap his hard and leaking length in. With the view of Songhwa touching herself, squeezing her breasts. He began to jerk and pumped himself a few times. Arousal cursing through him and being already filled of pre-cum, it was easy for him to reach the climax. One hand holding on to the handrail as the other worked on to pump, Ikjun closed his eyes and pictured Songhwa in his mind, of how sweet her kiss was, how her juice leaked and her walls tightened around him. Seconds later after a few pumps Ikjun released himself as he moaned Songhwa’s name out loud. The wet and groaning sounds echoed through the bathroom and it sent waves of arousal to her.

Panting and unable to move Ikjun leaned himself on the wall, gathering his strength and senses again as he recovered from his peak. Only then he realized Songhwa was already out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She touched him all over as she claimed his lips, having him groaning into her mouth. ‘Was it great, Ikjun-ah?’

He nodded.

‘Oh…’ Songhwa smiled, a kind of mockery smile. She cocked her eyebrow. ‘But, by the looks of it… it wasn’t.’

Knowing Ikjun well, Songhwa knew he could go again not only one but mayhaps two rounds. She took the time to stroke his member again before heading back to the bed, pleasing Ikjun’s eyes with the curve of her body from behind as she walked away.

‘Damn it, Songhwa-ya.’ He murmured. Ikjun followed her back to the bedroom, admiring the woman from her top to the bottom of her toes, laying content on the bed with her legs spread wide.

‘Do it properly now, Ikjun-ah.’ She jerked her body underneath Ikjun. ‘Go down on me, taste me, and let us… make love now-‘

‘Flip over.’ Ikjun commanded.

Songhwa rolled her body over now with stomach pressing flat on the sheet. Ikjun raised her hips slightly in the air, causing her to prop herself with both upper arms. A loud moaning tearing from Songhwa’s throat when Ikjun lapped her up. ‘Ohh y-yes that’s it Ikjun-ah… fuck.’ He continued running his tongue on her entrance, pressing kisses on her thighs. The feeling has now burned through her entire body.

‘I can’t do this anymore, Lee Ikjun, I need you inside me now.’ There, she begged him again, cheeks flushing red. ‘I need you to…’

‘Say it.’ Ikjun sneaked a hand up front to cup her breast and pinched her nipple making her gasped. He spread her legs a little.

‘F-fuck me hard, Ikjun-ah.’

Ikjun nodded and smiled at her request. He caressed the side of her hips and her back in preparation. ‘Since you asked, then, get on your hands and knees.’

Songhwa chuckled, obeying his command. He pushed his lower body to have her bumped against his crotch. Songhwa moaned when he thrust back into him but in response he pinned her down the sheets. With one hand kept pinning her still on bed, the other at the base of his length, Songhwa jolted at his sudden move thrusting into her deeply from behind.

Ikjun noticed how she grabbed and squeezed on the sheets, then he gave her a few seconds to adjust to him now being completely inside her. Her whimpering was understood as a sign for him to start pounding. One hand that was placed on her back now moved upwards to clutch on her shoulder as he rocked against her.

‘Ohh.. ohh fuck Ikjun-ah, yes… yes you’re so-‘

He chuckled, pounding harder into her. His skin slapped hard against Songhwa’s. He went on rough and it made her scream out of shock. He lost count of how many times she called him out, at this rate, if one was to hear their love making sessions, one would be able to recall the name of Lee Ikjun.

‘Songhwa-ya fuck you’re squeezing me.’ Ikjun rolled his eyes and her arching her back in pleasure. Having the considerably bright idea Ikjun hauled her up and now pulled her body to his chest, all that as he kept on thursting. Songhwa was quick to catch and in this new position she took the privilege to rest her head on Ikjun’s shoulder, now her moans and groans were direct in his ear.

‘More Ikjun-ah, more!’ She screamed. Ikjun did so, he really did. He bounced against the skin of her ass and completely bottomed her up.

Songhwa’s legs started shaking when Ikjun moved his hand now down her core and rubbed harshly on her clit in a circle. Her hands went back to Ikjun’s thigh to press him further in, her walls now pulsating and ripping his hard member.

‘Touch me Ikjun-ah, touch me aahh-’ her sentence cut off into a breathless whimper. ‘Touch me everywhere, pleasee…’

Almost immediately he lifted his other hand over to latch on her right breast, squeezing it and fondled it as he slammed into her. Songhwa’s inside was already shattering, hitting all the right spots. Ikjun as well felt he’s getting near.

Songhwa’s fingers we’re getting raw as she was digging them in Ikjun’s arm. He pounded so hard and forceful and they’re a few bits away from their climaxes.

‘I love you so fucking much, Songhwa-ya shit you’re so good.’ Ikjun spoke right to her ear. She’s getting weakened and completely resting her head on Ikjun’s shoulder, counting on his grip on her body to keep her in position.

‘Ikjun-ah don’t stop, I'm close.. I’m c-coming, Ikjun-ah please pound harder.’ Songhwa arched her back and pushed her buttocks into him. The act was totally unexpected; it hit Ikjun with immense pleasure. Songhwa clenched and tightened, her body was shuddering greatly out of the climax sensation against his chest and it was then she reached her breaking point.

‘S-songhwa.. aah.. s-shit’ Ikjun tried hard to find words to complete the sentence but he failed miserably as he instead muffled his groan by biting on her shoulder. Ikjun felt his stomach tightened by the blissful release. He let go of his squeeze on her breast and now circling both arms to hug Songhwa as he spilled inside her.

He gave her a few slow thrusts as both of them started to quiet down. Ikjun felt how Songhwa was still shaking a little and he didn’t let go, keeping her close and giving her the warmth. Kisses and hands caressing her body was to ensure she was alright.

Their knees failed to prop them any longer but not wanting to hurt Songhwa by bashing their bodies to the bedsheet, he looked at her and pulled out carefully before placing her back gently on the bed.

Panting as she was laying down, Songhwa pulled Ikjun close to her and buried her face on the crook of his neck.

‘Ikjun-ah that was….’

‘A workout session.’ Ikjun said quietly, giggling to himself. With now the two of them laying face to face he was able to see her facial expressions clearly. Her glistening face out of sweat, slight red nose and small bruises from the workout session previously began to be visible to his eyes.

‘I’m fine. Don’t worry I’m fine, Ikjun-ah.’ She placed a hand on his chest, nodding her head.

‘I can’t believe it all started with…’ Ikjun tried to recall.

‘With me coming home late.’

‘My guitar.’

The two came up with different answers at the same time, causing them to laugh.

‘If only you were able to finish the song, Ikjun-ah.’ She chuckled. Tracing a heart mark on his chest. ‘I love your voice. Your singing voice.’

Ikjun blinked a few times, admiring how the smile now painted her face.

‘But Songhwa-ya, you know what?’

She looked up to him.

‘With that position we had just now…’

Songhwa furrowed her brows, getting curious.

‘With your head on my shoulder as we…. did it.’

Songhwa moved closer to him. ‘Yes?’

‘Each time you moaned and screamed my name… it was-‘

She cupped Ikjun’s face this time. ‘What? What is it, Ikjun-ah?’

‘Music to my ears.’