The air in the bathroom was thick with heat, not just from the steam curling off the hot shower, but from Soyoung’s body. Her skin glowed, flushed with need, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She pressed her palms against the tiled wall, her thighs already slick with anticipation. The wedding was in six hours, and her body had decided it couldn’t wait that long.
Wooyoung had walked in on her like this before—twice now. The first time, he’d laughed, teasing her until she’d shoved him against the door and rode him right there. The second time, she’d been so desperate she’d practically dragged him into the stall. But this time? This time, he could *see* it in her eyes—hungry, wild, like she was seconds from tearing his clothes off right there in the middle of the venue.
He didn’t hesitate.
The door clicked shut behind him, the lock sliding into place with a definitive *thunk*. Soyoung didn’t even turn around. She arched her back, her ass pressing against the fabric of her dress, the thin silk doing nothing to hide how wet she was.
“You’re *insatiable*,” Wooyoung murmured, his voice rough as he stepped up behind her. His hands slid over her hips, fingers gripping the tight fabric of her dress before yanking it up with one sharp tug. The cool air hit her exposed thighs, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his body as he pressed against her back.
“Fuck, Soyoung,” he groaned, his cock already straining against his pants. “You’re *soaked*.”
She whimpered, her hips rocking back against him instinctively. “Wooyoung—*please*—”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs in one swift motion. She kicked them aside without looking, her entire focus on the way his breath hitched when he finally freed himself from his pants, his thick cock springing free.
The first thrust was brutal. Soyoung cried out, her fingers clawing at the wall as he buried himself inside her in one deep, punishing stroke. The wet sound of their bodies slapping together filled the small space, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air.
“Fuck—*yes*—” she gasped, her voice breaking into a high, needy whine as he pulled back and slammed into her again. Her tits swayed with every thrust, the fabric of her dress still bunched around her waist, her nipples hard and aching against the cool tile.
Wooyoung’s hands gripped her hips so tight he knew he’d leave bruises, but he didn’t care. Not when she was *this* desperate for him. Not when her pussy was clenching around him like she never wanted to let go.
“You *love* this,” he growled, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. “Don’t you? You love being *used* like this.”
Soyoung’s moan was the only answer he needed. She pushed back against him, her ass meeting every thrust with a hungry roll of her hips. The sound of their skin slapping together was obscene, the wet squelch of her pussy taking him deeper with every stroke.
“Fuck, *fuck*—Wooyoung, *I’m gonna—*”
“That’s it, baby,” he panted, his own orgasm building at the base of his spine. “Come for me. Let me feel you *cream* all over my cock.”
She shattered with a broken cry, her body locking up as pleasure crashed over her. Her walls clamped down on him, milking him as her release poured out of her in hot, slick waves. Wooyoung groaned, his thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release.
“Fuck—*Soyoung*—” he grunted, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a shuddering groan. His cock pulsed inside her, filling her up with thick, hot ropes of cum. She moaned at the feeling, her thighs trembling as she rode out the last of her orgasm.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, their bodies slick with sweat and something much messier. Wooyoung pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his lips lingering against her skin.
“Six hours,” he murmured, his voice rough with amusement. “You think you can hold out that long?”
Soyoung let out a shaky laugh, her body still trembling from the force of her climax. “I *hope* so,” she admitted, her voice breathy. “Otherwise, we’re gonna be late to our own wedding.”
Wooyoung chuckled, pulling out of her with a wet *pop* that made her whimper. He adjusted himself before helping her straighten her dress, his fingers lingering on her waist.
“Good thing I like being late,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Soyoung turned to face him, her lips swollen, her eyes still glazed with pleasure. “Asshole,” she muttered, but there was no heat in it.
He grinned, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Only for you, *saengmyeong*.”
She rolled her eyes, but her smile was soft, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their quick, dirty fuck.
The wedding could wait. Right now, they had six hours to kill—and Soyoung was already wondering how long it would take before she dragged him into another bathroom.