Crazy

A/N 1: There is some violence and blood in this story(no, there are no surgeries being described out in detail if you’ve already read the first line), so if you can’t stand anything involving that, please read with caution. Thank you.

As an emergency surgeon, life wasn’t easy. Gruesome injuries, weird circumstances, and a plethora of blood, gore, and cancer made your job a certain kind of scarlet hell. It wasn’t fun to cut open people and dig out bullets and shrapnel, nor was it fun to cut open people to try and stabilize their rapidly failing organs.

But someone had to do it.

“At least I don’t have the night shift,” you thought as you stepped through your front door. As you let out a yawn, thoroughly exhausted and ready to go to sleep after a quick late night snack (ice cream sounded great), you noticed something on the tiles floor of your kitchen.

A dark spot of something liquid.

Blood?

A rustling sound suddenly came from the living room, startling you, and you quickly grabbed a nearby kitchen knife, preparing yourself for a struggle.

Entering the living room, you noticed it was dark, and nothing seemed out of place until you checked the couch.

There, in all her glory, lay a very asleep Kang Seulgi, looking battered and bruised to say the least, a spoon and an empty quart-sized container of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream lying on the coffee table next to her, along with some blood-soaked paper towels.

Kang Seulgi and you had met under odd circumstances, as she tried to beat up some bullies for taking her things and you trying to step in between as a peaceful mediator. You, unfortunately, did not successfully defuse the tense situation in middle school, but gained a valuable friend in Seulgi when you told the truth to the principal when the bullies tried to get her expelled.

Truth be told, even though she excelled in combat, learning multiple types of martial arts that you could never even try to pronounce, she was never good at fighting what you couldn’t pummel into submission. Namely, calculus, physics, and the tough hand she was dealt with from the beginning.

Though you grew up with a loving household, a full family of 2 parents and 1 older sibling, she grew up with just her father, and one who struggled to make ends meet at that. As a result, she always seemed to have a knack for the crazy and dangerous, which would probably explain why she was lying on your couch, bleeding from places you don’t bleed from without some serious intervention.

“What did you get yourself into now?” you whispered as you knelt by her, trying to examine her wounds without waking her. Thankfully, it was just a couple violent looking gashes in her face and arms. Nothing a few stitches couldn’t fix.

Thankfully.

Funny how cuts were the best of injuries that you would see from her. As you tried to move away to get your medical kit, she stirred, a sleepy smile coming across her face.

“Hey,” she whispered, her eyes still closed in their half-crescent shape as she stretched out before wincing, clutching her abs.

“When did you get here?” you asked, concern written all over your face despite your attempts to make her comfortable.

“Just 5 minutes ago.”

You laughed at her obvious lie. “You ate a quart of ice cream and fell asleep in 5 minutes?”

She looked away sheepishly, before muttering, “It wasn’t a whole quart.”

“Fine. Half a quart. Half of my quart.” You rolled your eyes. Ice cream wasn’t the problem here, even though your stomach disagreed. "When did you really get here?”

“An hour or two ago,” she said, shaking her head. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming back tonight.”

You reached under the coffee table, pulling out a small kit of medical supplies and some needles, much to Seulgi’s chagrin. “Again?”

“I’m sorry, Bear,” you said regretfully, using a nickname she had very much earned back in high school. “Anesthesia?”

“Nope,” she said, giving you a cheeky grin. A decision you knew she would regret, but one she made every time anyways. Was it courage? Foolishness? Whim? Not even you, her best friend since childhood, could fathom what wild things went around in her head.

“So how’s your dad?” you asked, trying to distract her from the sting of isopropyl alcohol seeping into her cut as you disinfected her wound. She winced as she sighed, shaking her head.

“He’s only getting worse.” Your gut twinged with helplessness as you looked up at her, distraught worry written all over her face. “That’s why I’m doing this, after all.” She pointed to her bloodied and bruised fists.

“I could always pay the bill for an operation,” you offered, for what must have been the millionth time, but she shook her head.

“I’ve got it covered. Thanks for offering, though.”

She let out an exhale as you inserted the needle into her forehead, pulling it through along with the thread. You continued this process in silence, her eyes locked on your face as you focused on the task at hand. She had long since stopped grimacing, simply ignoring the pain shooting through her head every time the needle pierced her skin.

“It’s really not a problem, I could pay-”

“And it’s really fine,” she insisted, cutting you off. “I can take care of myself out there. Besides, it’s fun to punch people and get paid.”

“It’s not fun for me to see everything that happens to you at the end of it all,” you replied quietly, averting your eyes from her. “I don’t like seeing you get hurt more than you need to be.”

She could tell that you were being honest, that you were baring your emotions out like you always had, being the one with your heart on your sleeve.

“I’ll be fine.” And just like that, you knew that would be the end of it. That was how it always was. Her crashing at your place for medical attention, you trying to convince her to get help and stop fighting, and her telling you she was fine and would be fine. Yet here you were, stitching up yet another cut on her, putting ointment on yet another hand with knuckles that looked more purple than grapes did. But you were silent.

After you were done with the rest of her injuries, you went into your kitchen again, flipping open the second cupboard to the right, just above the toaster, and grabbing a bag that you had prepared beforehand in case she came. It was filled with aspirin and other meds for her and her father, along with a few bills. She would never ask for it, but she took it every time anyways.

You made your way to the front door, knowing she was already there, waiting for you despite your numerous attempts to ask her to take it easy and sleep off the pain. You handed her the bag, a wistful smile on your face as she opened the door, stepping out before stopping just outside of the frame.

She turned back, a bright smile on her face, her eyes curved back into those classic crescent moons. She waved, looking as cheery and optimistic as ever.

“Thanks!” she called out before she bounded down the stairwell, much to your worry and amusement due to the nature of her injuries.

“Be careful!” you shouted after her, trying to sound as serious as possible but unable to restrain the smile on your face.

You closed the door behind you, rubbing your eyes tiredly. You needed to sleep. There were more guts to cut open, more people to save, more blood to be spilled tomorrow. And as you stumbled into your bed, haphazardly shedding your clothes and attire, feeling your eyes grow heavy by the second, you were glad that your friend had paid a visit, even if it wasn’t on the cleanest or most pleasant terms.

~A few days later~

Everything about the fightclub screamed for you to get the hell out. It was gross. It was crowded and gross. It was sweaty and crowded and, you guessed it, fucking gross.

So why were you here?

The answer to your internal question stood under the spotlight, black hair untied and wearing tight black clothes like she was some sort of vigilante, but before you could see anything else, a man stood up holding a microphone to be heard over the cacophony of voices in the crowd of interested watchers. As he began saying whatever random bullshit he needed to say to hype up the crowd, you turned your attention to Seulgi again, looking her up and down, clearly in her element.

Not a single movement or twitch of anxiety.

It was kind of attractive, if you were being honest.

Admittedly, Seulgi had always been pretty, despite the fact that she was your friend. Every curve on her body seemed to have a certain deadly precision, as if she had been sculpted by hand and not born by some chance happening or mishmash of genetics. Her legs seemed to go on for miles, culminating in a perfectly rounded ass, abs so tight that you felt that you could suffocate when she wore crop tops, not to mention her nicely sized bust. But this?

This brought that to a whole other level, you realized, as you watched her in the ring, unintimidated by an adversary who loomed over her, standing at 6′0 to her 5′3. And though you absolutely abhorred violence, steering clear of it whenever you could and retreating to TV shows and video games, the grace with which Seulgi leaped through the air to deliver a perfectly placed punch to the jaw, or when her whole body seemed to shapeshift in just the right way to land a flying spin kick, was truly something incredible.

And, more accurately, hot.

But your observations were cut short when her opponent retaliated, landing a punch of his own and pushing her back despite her effective elbow block. Another punch came, followed by another one, and eventually, what should have been an effective block turned into a punch to the gut, sickening you to the core. But yet again, Seulgi showed her mettle, recovering from the blow quickly before mule kicking the man, who had foolishly tried to grab her. He teetered on his back foot for a moment, wobbling from the hit, before finally collapsing in a heap on his back, thoroughly bested.

But you didn’t see any of this, quickly rushing outside so Seulgi wouldn’t notice you, and more importantly, to give yourself an opening to throw up all the contents of your stomach you had been holding down for the last hour in the disgustingly sweaty cramped quarters of the audience.

After a few moments, you moved to exit the alleyway to get to your car parked nearby, only to find that you were blocked, a figure standing next to you by the door into the fightclub arena.

“You done?” came a gruff, deep voice, and when you looked at the person, it turned out it was some guy, scruffy looking with a dirtied shirt and jacket on, holding a hammer in one hand. He certainly didn’t look friendly.

“Yeah, who are you?”

He didn’t answer your question, simply punching you in the stomach and knocking you backwards off your feet. You groaned, clutching your aggravated gut, when you noticed two other people behind him; similarly gruff and intimidating looking men.

“Oh shit,” you muttered, much to the amusement of the man with the hammer, who slammed it down on the ground in front of you, eliciting a yell of surprise and fear from you. “Wallet?”

You hesitated, but somehow found the courage to laugh. “You’re dumber than you look, you know.” And somehow, also the courage to taunt him. “You think I would take my wallet out here? I don’t even have any cash on me.”

The man’s eyes narrowed into a vicious glare, a sick smirk twisting his face. “Then I guess we’ll have to get you to take us more seriously.” Pinning you to the ground, one knee on your back, he forced you to extend one hand out, despite your attempts to tuck it under yourself. Holding your trembling body still, he raised the hammer, about to strike when Seulgi opened the door, seeing the scene.

Quick as a flash, she kicked the man holding you down, sending him flying into some nearby trash bags before turning to deal with the other two. Scrambling back, you watched as she dispatched the two of them with ease, breathing heavily and watching them to make sure they weren’t faking, just as the man with the hammer lunged out of the piles of garbage, hammer raised to crush her skull.

In a split second decision, you rush forwards, your heart racing from anxiety and adrenaline, grabbing onto the man’s arm and holding him back, only to receive the pointed end of the hammer yourself, the blunt spikes digging into the skin of your arm like a knife and burrowing itself deep under your flesh, ripping it out of his hands as you fell back in pain.

Your vision blurred, head spinning, and you could just make out the faintest outline of Seulgi beating the shit out of the man before she rushed over you. Thoughts flooded through your mind, a deluge of consciousness coming to the forefront of your scrambled senses as you tried to comprehend the excruciating pain coming from your forearm, the blood-soaked hammer lying on the pavement next to you. Then you noticed the slow but steadily growing pool of blood next to you, Seulgi’s voice fading in the background, before everything went dark.

~a few hours later~

You woke up on your couch, the familiar scent of hyacinth candles drifting by. The scent was a nice distraction, for the moment immediately after you awoke you felt your heartbeat throbbing in your head, your left arm feeling strangely heavier than usual and radiating waves of dull pain. You sat up gingerly, carefully bringing your arm to your chest when you noticed the bloodied gauze wrapped around it, as well as the trail of dark splotches on the tiled floor leading up to the couch.

“Dammit,” you muttered, staring down the annoying task of cleaning large quantities of dried blood off of your usually pristine floor.

“That’s right,” came Seulgi’s amused voice from behind you, sitting on the recliner. “You stole my spot and you ruined my clothes.”

Her black jacket lay on the coffee table, and you assumed that there was blood on it despite the fact that you couldn’t see any of it since, well, it was a black jacket.

She sighed, getting up from the recliner and walking to sit next to you. “Well, at least you woke up,” she shrugged, nonchalantly flipping her hair. “If you bled out I would have beaten you to death for-”

“Yes, yes, stealing your spot and ruining your clothes,” you parroted back, mocking her. “My sincerest apologies.”

She laughed at your antics, looking at your arm. “How’s it feel to get your flesh gouged open?”

“Wonderful,” you joked back. “Wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

She laughed again, harder this time, something that made your heart flip-flop in your chest. It really was criminal how her nose crinkled up and her eyes turned into those god-forsaken crescents.

“Well, I’m glad you’re in high spirits,” she said, standing up and cracking her knuckles. “I’m gonna get going and let you clean up that mess over there and clean my jacket.” She made to leave. 

“Wait,” you said suddenly, trying not to stare at her shapely ass swaying as she walked away from you. “Do you…maybe…wanna stay for a drink?”

“Well, maybe, but…” She gave you a teasing look.

“Do you want to stay for a drink?”

She was a little surprised at your tone, giving you a look you couldn’t quite place before her usual joking self was back.

“Oooh, he’s growing up now,” she teased. “Using a deep voice and asking girls for drinks and all.” You scoffed in mock-indignation at her jab.

“I’ll have you know, I’ve asked women out before,” you said, as haughtily as you could before both of you broke into giggles, stopping only when you bumped your arm against the coffee table and let out a pained groan.

“I could use some alcohol for the pain,” you said through a wince.

“Of course, I’ll go get it,” she said, winking at you. “Only for your pain, of course.”

When she came back from the kitchen, having grabbed all the beer you kept in your refrigerator and an extra bottle of wine for good measure, you had already propped yourself up comfortably on the couch, still careful not to aggravate your arm any more than you already had.

“So much for not getting hurt,” you muttered, and Seulgi grinned cheekily at you again as she sat down next to you.

“Yeah, really not one of your best moments,” she laughed as she popped open a can of beer. “Getting mugged and needing me to come and save your ass?”

Then you remembered why you had gotten hurt in the first place, and your eyes narrowed at her. “But I’m the one who had to come save your ass because you didn’t have the spacial awareness or the hearing capable of noticing a man get up from a pile of trash!”

“I saved you and you know it!”

“And I saved you and you know it too!”

She sighed in exasperation, just trying to chug her beer.

“Hey, none of this would’ve happened if you didn’t come to the club anyways,” she retorted before finishing off her second can, placing it on the coffee table. She cocked her head, as a thought slowly passed through her mind. “Why did you come anyways? You’ve never come before.”

You were silent for a moment, quietly contemplating her question. Were you curious? Did you miss her? What was your purpose in going there to see her? Your head thumped painfully as you took another sip out of your beer, thinking silently across from her.

“I guess…I just wanted to see what you did for your side job,” you said slowly, shrugging. “I was worried you might get hurt again.”

You looked up, noticing the slightly red tint to her face, but you just assumed that it was the alcohol. She nodded at your response, shrugging as well.

“How’d I look?” she said suddenly, leaning in close with a flirtatious wink, flustering you. “Was it everything you hoped and imagined it would be?”

Yes, yes, and yes.

“W-what are you on about?” you stammered, blushing red from your internal thoughts and her suddenly close proximity to your lips. “I was worried sick that some guy would crush you!” Not untrue, but also not the whole unfiltered truth.

“Ah, always the gentleman,” she whispered into your ear, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. Regrettably, she pulled away, seeming deep in thought.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, concerned at her sudden change in character. She didn’t respond for a moment.

“Oh, fuck it.”

With that, she whirled around, a hand grabbing your collar aggressively and yanking you to a stop right in front of her face. 

“What are you…!”

She gently put a hand on your face, caressing the curve of your cheek.

“…doing…” You trailed off as she kissed you tenderly, surprising you at first by the softness of it all, before you reciprocated fully, your good hand moving to wrap around her body. Her lips were incredibly soft and sweet, and as cliche as it sounded, just like fresh summer strawberries. There was a soft smacking sound as she pulled away, her eyes gazing at you lovingly before shifting to the look she had given you earlier, the one you couldn’t recognize until now.

Lust.

But this time, it was combined with the pure unbridled passion of the years and years and years that you had cared for her, doing all that you could to help her, truly wishing her the best even when she loved someone other than you. And you knew even without a word, from that look, that there was no turning back.

She dove back in, her dark locks falling around your face like a beautiful curtain, kissing you hard and breaching the entrance of your lips with her tongue, aggressively pushing you down onto the couch as she made out with you. Your heart raced, pounding heavily in your head for a much different reason this time than earlier in the day, and you felt blood rushing into your pants rapidly as she continued to dominate your mouth with her tongue, plundering it with reckless abandon. She pulled away temporarily, ripping off her shirt like an animal in heat and aggressively pulling off your own while somehow not bumping your arm in the process, not that you would have cared.

Your lips locked again, stealing your breath away in a way that felt so cruel, yet felt so delicious. Every touch of her body against yours was purely electric, and your hands moved to cup her breasts through her bra, kneading them gently and eliciting a moan from her.

Your lips roamed from her mouth to her neck as she cried out at your ministrations, sucking on the sensitive flesh hard enough to leave a visible mark, before moving further down to her collarbone, the warmth emanating from her drawing you in like a fly to a lightbulb. Her hands, ever moving, unclasped her bra, revealing her perfectly shaped breasts to you, which you pounced on immediately, sucking and kissing one while squeezing the other with your good hand.

Before long, however, your hand moved off on its own, snaking down her deliciously toned abs and into her pants, delicately rubbing against her clit and giving her a jolt of friction, causing her body to jerk against yours from the pleasure. Slowly and steadily, you stimulated her, rubbing just around her hard nub before inserting one finger, then two, then three as she moaned and thrashed on top of you, her body melting into a puddle of lust.

But you stopped, frustratingly short of her peak, pulling your hand out of her pants much to her displeasure.

“Why’d you stop?”

You smirked. “You are dangerously overdressed.”

She glared at you, but she shimmied out of her pants anyways, leaving her in just her panties as you shed your pants.

“Someone’s happy this is happening,” she teased, palming your rock hard shaft through the fabric of your boxers, before kissing it gently. She pulled the annoying piece of underwear down, revealing your cock in its entirety, standing at attention the instant her slender fingers made contact.

She stroked slowly, watching as your face contorted in pleasure from every touch. With much suspense and anticipation, you watched as she opened her mouth, her tongue just about to touch the head of your cock until she moved it just to the side, missing it on purpose.

“Seriously?” you whined, giving her a look of incredulity as she laughed at your neediness, but quickly silenced your complaint as she wrapped her luscious lips around your shaft, engulfing you in a veritable hell of pleasure, pulling a soft moan from your lips despite your attempts to hold back.

Her lips rolled down your shaft, coating it in a slick sheen of saliva before she retreated, her tongue stroking up the underside and twirling around your throbbing head. As she continued, she began to speed up, going deeper until you felt your cock slam against the back of her throat, her saliva positively coating your shaft in a thick mess of bubbles and stringy liquid. She pulled back, gasping for breath through a smile as she looked at you, sweat rolling down your face as you struggled to hold on from falling off that precipice.

“You’re so good at that,” you gasped, and she just smirked at you, moving to continue when you stopped her. “Let me finish what I started.”

She shrugged, letting up when you abruptly took control of the situation, flipping her over on the couch.

Your mouth went back to her exposed breasts, sucking on her and making her go crazy from the feeling before you began kissing downwards, feeling her midsection all the way to her hips and her glistening sex.

“Shit, you’re wet,” you remarked, before you dove in, eating her out and preventing her snarky reply with your tongue. You quickly inserted two fingers in afterwards, thrusting them in and out of her with haste as she moaned, trembling from the rapid stimulation. You inserted another finger into her, your other hand digging under her delicious ass as she quivered, her hands reached around her desperately to find some outlet for the electricity coursing through her. Her muscles clenching and unclenching, twisting and turning around your fingers and tongue, complemented by her ever increasing volume of cries and groans of pleasure let you know that she was close.

She just needed that final push.

So you gave it to her, sucking hard on her clit, and she tumbled over the edge, letting out a string of profanities and unintelligible moans as she rode out her orgasm, her hips bucking wildly into your face and her legs trembling as if she was out of her own body for a second.

“Wow,” was all she managed out, breathing heavily before she let out a short laugh, smiling at you in semi-satisfaction. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

She clearly wasn’t as tired out as she seemed, however, because as soon as you let up, she pushed you off, lifting you clean up off the couch and taking you into the bedroom, bridal style.

You laughed at the situation before she leapt onto the bed behind you, pinning you down, and locking lips with you again, making out with you hard as her fingers grasped your shaft, lining it up with her entrance. She pulled away, before inch by inch, you penetrated into her depths, finally fitting snugly inside of her wet cavern, your moans mixing together at the satisfying feeling.

Slowly, she started moving, moaning in pleasure as you pushed deep inside of her, breasts bouncing lightly as she began to ride you, her perfectly shaped ass bouncing against your hips.

“Shit, I feel so full,” she gasped as she sped up, bucking her hips up and down like there was no tomorrow. You couldn’t even manage a reply, as she slammed herself down on your cock, her juices spilling out and soaking your shaft in a slick that only made her go faster.

Your hands roamed her body, grasping her ass and urging her on, before they traveled back to her breasts, kneading the flesh and rolling her nipples, eliciting a cry.

Her mouth was wide open, a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead as she exerted herself, pushing herself to the limit to pleasure both of you as she continued her relentless movements, riding your cock into oblivion with you.

“Oh, fuck!”

Her eyes squeezed shut as she began to grind herself against you, trying to reach that peak again when you reached a hand down to her clit, rubbing her gently. Her eyes shot open again, the lust and need to cum clearly written all over her face as she moaned wantonly, impaling herself on your cock while you rubbed her clit.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she screamed as her legs started trembling again, her pussy clenching tightly around you, triggering your own orgasm as a wave of both your liquids coated around your cock and leaked out of her glistening sex. She collapsed forwards, her head burying itself into the sheets next to you, and you gently caressed her sweat-covered back as she rode down from her high, quiet whiny moans still emanating from her as your cock twitched weakly inside of her.

She rolled off of you slowly, a trail of fluids following her as she laid there, smiling in post-coital bliss. “Shit, that felt good.” You hummed in agreement, pulling her close to you and kissing the top of her forehead gently before you both fell into a deep slumber, forgetting the stress of the day and relaxing into the comfort of each other’s arms.

~The next morning~

You awoke slowly, your eyes opening slowly before seeing a huddled mass of sheets in front of you, black hair splayed everywhere. It took you a moment to remember all that had happened in just one day, but it came rushing back to you in a torrent of memories, and you couldn’t help but smile as Seulgi slept next to you soundly, snoring gently like the bear that she was.

As sneakily as possible, you tiptoed out of the bedroom, grabbing your phone off of the coffee table and typing a quick message to your boss at the hospital. After all, you couldn’t possibly work with an injured arm, right?

Your smile returned, and you quickly and quietly put on some clean clothes before heading out into the kitchen, starting up the stove to make breakfast for the two of you.

As you got into the kitchen, Seulgi was somehow already there, a pan full of eggs and some toast ready for you, wearing one of her own outfits.

When did she get her own clothes?

“Morning! Did you sleep well?” she asked innocently, handing you the food as you stared at her dumbfounded. “Who’s the girl in your room?”

You blinked, confused. “Wait, what?”

She gave you an incredulous look. “You know, the one with black hair and is snoring right now?”

“That was you.”

Seulgi laughed, shaking her head. “What? Why would I be in your bed?”

You were genuinely confused, looking at her like she had grown three heads or something. “But…we slept together last night.”

She laughed even harder this time, doubling over. “Me? Sleep with you? You wish!” You set down the food and rushed back into the bedroom. Sure enough, the black hair and mess of sheets were still splayed there, along with the snoring. You turned to leave the room in disbelief until you noticed something.

The snoring.

It was rhythmic.

Like a repeating track.

You immediately turn around, pulling off the sheets to reveal the prank: the black hair was simply a wig, and the sound of the snoring was coming from a recorded track on her phone that she had looped. You turned, seeing Seulgi in the door, her face red with laughter as she wiped tears from her eyes, absolutely dying at your expense.

“Y-your face!” she howled. “I-It was priceless!” She kept laughing as you approached her, walking closer and closer until you loomed over her crouched form on the ground. “Hey, don’t try anything or I’ll punch you.”

You ignored her, leaning down towards her.

“I’m serious, I wi-”

You cut her off with a kiss, chaste and tender, leaving her breathless as you pulled away, a small little smile on your face. Her cheeks reddened, and she looked away, cutely embarrassed to your own amusement.

“How’s that for ‘priceless’,” you smirked, extending a hand to help her up, which she gratefully took.

As the two of you finally sat down to breakfast, you couldn’t help but ask the one question that you had been dying to ask.

“So…what are we now?”

She didn’t miss a beat with her answer, a calm little smile coming to her face. “I dunno. Maybe you should take me on a date and we’ll find out.”

Then she gave you a devilish smirk, a look of wildness coming to her eyes again.

“Or…”

You swallowed in anticipation, your throat suddenly feeling dry. “Or?”

“…you could fuck me over that kitchen counter of yours just li-”

“Consider it done.”

As the two of you made out and had wild sex, slamming each other into various surfaces with little care for anything else in the world, you realized that was how you hoped to spend the rest of your life. Lounging around with your best friend, talking with her, joking with her, occasionally fucking her brains out. That was by no means the end of your problems. After all, she was a wild and stubborn fighter who literally beat people up for a living, and you would have to patch her up every time afterwards. But crazy was never so bad.

Right?

A/N 2: First story, so advice would be appreciated! I actually have a question for my fellow writers out there who might be reading this: are the time skips like absolutely horrendous? Just curious, because I was thinking about it for future stories and stuff and wanted to know if it might be a better idea not to do as many as I did in this one. Anyways, thanks for reading this lil’ rant paragraph and Happy New Year to all! :)

Insomnia

Pills had always looked peculiar to you. From the thick white tablets, to the colored capsules filled with powder, or even the small circular pills that seemed to look more like Icebreaker candies than anything else. They were colorful assortments of chemicals that snaked their way into your hand and down your throat, a desperate attempt to alleviate you from your pain and ever-present headache of exhaustion.

They would call out during the day and during the night, telling you to do this, to do that, their voices overlapping like irritating echoes in your mind.

And they only ever went away when you took the damn pills.

As a child, you were no stranger to doctor’s visits. In fact, you went there frequently, checking on your heart, drawing blood and all that whatnot, not that you understood any of it.

You felt fine. You just couldn’t sleep.

It soon turned out that the night would be the least of your problems, however. Friends were hard to come by, especially when you looked as tired as you did, and your teacher deemed you “lazy”, much to the amusement of your peers. Some of the especially asshole-ish ones lurked around corners, calling you all sorts of nocturnal creatures and thinking themselves incredibly witty for their comparisons.

“The world’s most useless computer without an off button,” your dad would say. “Can’t do anything productive with the battery, but can’t stop driving up the power bill.” He never meant to hurt you with his boisterous jokes. None of them ever did. But the sting of them shut you down harder than any sleepless night ever did.

Recently, however, you had found an especially oddly shaped pill, one that cured you of all of your ailments immediately.

Well, not exactly, but it at least helped you forget the pain and aches creeping throughout your body, the self degradation that came with life, and the never-ending inability to sleep that had plagued you for your entire life.

The pill was called Hayoung. Oh Hayoung, to be exact, a shapely, beautiful young woman you had met in college as you desperately studied to try and cure yourself. It had been dark, sifting through shelves upon shelves in search of a book to pass the night, when you had bumped into her, the nighttime student librarian, and for whatever reason, she was kind enough to help a sleepy-looking classmate find a wealth of books he never knew he needed to read.

Every night, you would meet her in your 24/7 college library, reading all sorts of books from all sorts of genres; manga, romance, comedy, horror, fantasy, anything she could remember to pass off to you. Each night, the two of you would fall asleep, waking up the next morning just as the early librarian, Jung Eunji, arrived to start her own shift.

But times were different now. You began attending grad school, living in a cheap apartment nearby, while she began writing her own novels, often travelling off to “experience the world” for creative rejuvenation. She was gone for months on end at times, and while you suffered while she was away, it was of no large consequence to you. She always came back.

Sometimes she would sing you to sleep, with her angelic voice, over the phone. Other times she would whisper sweet nothings. As long as it was her, it helped. If it wasn’t, it didn’t. You were honestly afraid of your growing dependence on her. After all, what if she left? What would you do when she was gone? The years you had spent without seemed like a distant nightmare, but whenever she stepped out of that door you felt it again, like your soul was being sucked back into that old void of paranoia and irritability.

Your childhood doctor had told you to scale your insomnia each night from 1 to 10, 1 being batshit awful, and 10 being a perfect night’s sleep. Tonight was a 3, the cogs of your mind continuing to grind away as you laid in bed with your eyes closed, trying to fall asleep. After tossing and turning for hours deep into the night, you finally gave up, sitting up and leaving the bedroom, walking to the couch and picking up a book Hayoung had left you before she went away, called “Jujutsu Kaisen”.

“You’ll love it,” she had insisted as you dropped her off at the airport, going in with her all the way to security.

“I’ll miss you,” you had murmured quietly, a longing look coming over your face. But she had just smiled, leaning in and giving you a relaxing kiss.

“I’ll miss you more.”

You could practically hear her voice echoing in your ears right then and there as you laid on the couch, and her citrus perfume seemed to linger ever so faintly in the air. Sighing in saudade, you opened the book and began reading, immersing yourself in the world of curses and sorcerers, and Hayoung was right: you did enjoy it.

Hours passed by, and eventually, you felt yourself drifting off, your eyes growing heavy and tired, your mental facilities becoming slightly sloppier. But just as you were about to fall asleep, the door creaked open and the lights turned on, blinding you painfully and eliciting a groan. Slowly, you turned your head towards the door, seeing it was Hayoung, luggage in hand and looking at you concernedly.

“Were you sleeping?” she whisper-shouted to you, quickly turning the lights back off. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea you would be on the couch, I-”

You cut her off with a wave of a hand as you rubbed your watery eyes, still recovering from the visual whiplash. “It’s fine, it’s fine. You couldn’t have known.” Standing up, you finally got a good look at her for the first time in months. She looked as amazing as ever, her skin practically glowing, though you weren’t sure if that was because of her or because of the floating black spots in your eyes.

“Did you have a good trip?”

She smiled at you, nodding as she walked over to you, giving you a chaste kiss before wrapping you into a tight hug. “It’s good to see you again,” she whispered into your chest, and you could feel the outline of her smile through your shirt as you rubbed her back soothingly.

“That makes two of us.” Reluctantly, you extricated yourself from her, taking her bags and setting them down by the kitchen counter. “I thought you weren’t coming back for a few days?”

She winked at you. “Just my little surprise. Unfortunately, I woke you up in the process, so…”

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” she replied sheepishly, and her stomach growled loudly in unison with her words, so you made your way to the stove, turning it onto medium heat before you turned on the lights, waiting for your eyes to adjust when Hayoung suddenly turned them off again.

“Let’s just use candles,” she suggested, holding up a box of matches with a gentle curve of the lips. “It’s easier on the eyes, at any rate.”

You shrugged, nodding your assent before grabbing some leftover pizza from the fridge and slapping it onto a pan, putting over the stove while occasionally pouring in small increments of water.

“Pizza good with you?” you called behind you, only to be startled by a thin pair of arms wrapping around your waist, Hayoung’s head leaning against your back.

“Perfect,” she whispered in your ear, your head jerking a little reflexively from her hot breath. “It’s spicy right?”

You laughed quietly. “Of course it is. You wouldn’t eat it otherwise.” She laughed with you, sighing contentedly against your back as she continued hugging you from behind. “Have I ever told you how comfortable your back is?”

A slight tint of pink rose in your cheeks. “No, you have not.”

“Well, it is,” she said matter-of-factly, moving her hands from around your waist to your shoulders as she poked her head in front of you, scanning your features with a newfound inquisitiveness like she had just met you.

“What is it?” you asked, chuckling at her sudden obsession with your front as you slid the pizza off the pan onto a plate next to you. 

“Nothing, you just look tired.” She shrugged, snatching away the plate and whisking herself to a seat at the kitchen counter, taking a massive bite and letting out a moan of satisfaction. “You’re still a weirdo for reheating pizza with a stove, but it tastes good so I’ll let you off the hook.”

You smiled, just happy to be able to help her, and struck a match from the box, lighting a candle and placing it in between the two of you on the marble countertop.

There was a beat of silence before you let out a contented sigh, leaning back into your chair as she ate.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, swallowing a mouthful of pizza.

“Oh, you know. Just good to have you back,” you mumbled, embarrassed at your own feelings.

She shook her head. “Well, I almost didn’t come back,” she said disappointedly. “French accents are incredible, and some of the men there are just exquisite!”

You raised an eyebrow at her, feeling slightly jealous even though she laughed it off a moment later.

“Relax, I was just joking.” She got up from her chair, sliding off with a practiced smoothness that was truly admirable. “I’m gonna go take a shower, so feel free to get in bed before I do!” The bathroom door slammed shut behind her, and you sat there, perfectly dazzled by your girlfriend’s ease of attitude and character.

Well, you supposed it would be easier to be at ease without the crippling psychological defects you had.

Dismissing these trivial thoughts of yours, you stood, grabbing the plate and washing it, lathering it in soap and scrubbing it with a sponge. You closed your eyes for a moment, imagining the sensation of the same soap on Hayoung’s velvety and soft skin, hearing the sounds she might make if you did such a thing and-

Woah.

You jerked back into reality, a deep flush rising through your cheeks as thoughts of Hayoung in the shower polluted your mind, streaming through like a deluge of desire.

Stop it. You’re not a hormonal teenager.

But why were you even so embarrassed? It wasn’t as if the two of you hadn’t had sex before. In fact, the two of you had crossed that barrier early on in your relationship, back when both of you needed to study for senior finals and wanted to blow off some steam in the darkness of the library at 4 a.m.

That had been a good night.

“She’s probably tired,” you thought. “The flight probably wore her out.” You kept that thought in your mind, gritting your teeth as you finished washing the singular plate. Slowly but steadily, you walked over to the small hallway, passing by the bathroom door to get to your bedroom, the water running freely. You stopped as you reached the door handle, your hand resting on it gently, and you mentally debated the wisdom of having sex so late at night when you did have to go to school tomorrow. 

You caved, opening the door slowly, Hayoung standing in the shower with her back turned, showing off her smooth backside and rounded ass, her wet hair draped in a mess around her face. She turned, seeing you standing at the door, staring at her body in wonder, and smirked. “What’s up?” she called from behind the sliding glass door.

You didn’t say a word, taking off your own clothes piece by frustrating piece and joining her in the shower, sliding the door closed behind you. “Just wondered if you wanted some help.”

She laughed. “Well, now that you mention it…”

Trailing off, she leaned in, kissing you passionately and pushing you back gently until your back hit the wall, her arms wrapping tightly around your neck. Your hands wandered off, feeling every inch of her smooth skin that you could, cupping her ass and squeezing it gently. Water continued to pour over the two of you as her tongue forced itself into your mouth, clashing with yours, molding her entire body to fit against yours.

Raising her leg, she pinned you in the corner, your erect cock rubbing up against her thigh with a delicious friction, and you groaned slightly at the contact through a mouthful of sloppy kisses, made all the more steamy by the hot water pouring down your body.

Your lips separated with a wet pop, and you instantly jumped back into the driver’s seat, one hand moving to rub her sex while the other moved to massage her breasts, gently squeezing them. She let out a moan, giving you a sultry look before stopping you. “God, it’s been too long…”

“Damn right,” you muttered, kissing her smooth neck and sucking on it hard enough to leave a mark.

Her hands trailed down, tickling your skin as she began to kneel, positioning her face right in front of your aching cock. Her slender fingers wrapped around your thoroughly lubricated shaft, stroking firmly but slowly, her index finger carefully rubbing over your head and drawing out the desperate precum that was bursting to come out. Maintaining eye contact with you, she licked up your shaft, watching as you felt the mind-blowing pleasure stream through your body, your face grimacing in restraint at her teasing. 

“Shit,” you groaned as she continued her painfully slow strokes, licking you with just the tip of her tongue to please you in the least satisfying way possible. “You’re killing me…”

She chuckled, nothing more than a low lusty growl in her angelic voice. “Oh…am I?” she asked innocently as she kept the torturous pace up. “You could always…”

She wrapped her lips around your head for a second, sucking gently before pulling off the next moment.

“…beg for it?”

You grit your teeth as she continued staring up at you, somehow looking so innocent and sexy at the same time, your cock throbbing at the mere sight of water streaming down her as she teased you. She gave one last lick before you finally broke.

“Fuck, please. Just please,” the words spilled from your lips before you had even known it, and she smirked, knowing she had won. She always did, and always would. Her head plunged down around your cock, soft and velvety lips engulfing you inside as you let out another wordless groan. She didn’t stop until you hit the back of her throat, gagging a little and letting the spit stick to your soaked cock.

She pulled back, winking at you as she did so, making your shaft twitch with arousal again. “I’ve got an idea,” she said, looking just as innocent as she had 20 minutes ago as she was eating pizza. “Fuck my face.” 

No sooner had her mouth opened up again to your cock did you begin, placing your hands on the back of her head and absolutely pounding your cock into the back of her throat, a loud gag sounding from her as she took it, eyes tearing up a little.

She nodded when you looked at her carefully, making sure that she was okay, before resuming, slamming your cock as far as it could go into her throat, her wonderfully lewd slurping sounds ringing around the bathroom as she took your cock all the way down her throat. Drool leaked out of the corners of her lips as your pace reached new heights, only to be washed away by the water pouring around you, but you didn’t give a damn, only focused about the next thrust into Hayoung’s warm and willing mouth.

A pit of tightness began to build in your stomach, increasing with each movement inside of her mouth, and soon you were panting with exertion, trying to keep it at bay when your cock popped out of her mouth, her hands suddenly wrapping around your cock and stroking you rapidly. She opened her mouth, a pleading look on her face as she said in a hauntingly desperate voice, “Please give me your cum?”

That was all that was needed to send you over the edge, your orgasm slamming into you like a freight train, spraying her with your seed that caked into her hair and all over her face, dripping onto her chest. Unfortunately, the water had already begun washing away most of it, but in that moment, you didn’t care. Your cock was still as hard as ever, having spent months without her, and you were ready to make up for that time now more than ever.

Roughly, you grabbed her by the arm, lifting her to her feet before pinning her against the glass door, her arms splayed out like an unfurled flag. You rubbed her glistening pussy and she let out a needy moan, looking back at you with lust in her eyes to let you know she didn’t need any time to adjust.

So you pushed into her with one clean motion, her cavern wrapping around you just as perfectly as you had remembered, and you both let out a moan of satisfaction, pausing for a moment before you began to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. With each thrust the glass rattled, and she let out a shrill moan of pleasure, her fingers scrabbling for something to hold onto and release her pleasure.

“Fuck, keep going, just like that!” she moaned loudly, her muscles flexing and spasming as she felt her mind get overwhelmed each time you pounded into her. You sped up quickly, slamming your hips against her ass with a satisfying bounce, and her legs quivered, struggling to continue to support her as she began to lose control of her own body.

Her moans escalated in volume and pitch, her eyes rolling back into her head as you grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back and pummeling her as hard as you could, trying to drive her to an orgasm.

“Oh, oh, oh, I’m fucking cumming!” she squealed, her legs buckling as you held her up by her arms, her body reduced into a twitching, boneless mess of moans and pleasure, her pussy clenching tightly around you cock. Thankfully, you had already cum once, or you definitely would have exploded with her.

You let her rest for a moment, your cock slipping out of her as she whimpered weakly.

“You okay?” you asked, laughing a little at her when she nodded slowly, turning and kissing you again.

“Are you close?” she asked, staring into your eyes cutely. She moved to kneel again when you stopped her.

“Together,” was all you said.

“Can you last that long?” She smirked at you, like it was a challenge.

Your eyes narrowed, and without warning, you looped your arms under her legs, lifting her up and slamming her back against one of the cement walls of the shower space and plunging into her. You immediately hit the ground running, pounding her into the wall at a superhuman speed, your cock pushing deeper into her than ever before.

“W-Where did y-you learn t-to do this?” she managed out through moans, feeling herself get carried away again by the tides of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her walls tightened considerably again, sensitive from her orgasm before, just as you felt the coil in your own stomach tighten.

“Please don’t stop! Oh, shit, right there!”

You were beginning to tire, having been carrying her entire weight for the last few minutes and with the last of your energy, you went all out, slamming her as hard and as fast as you could. She let out a shriek, wrapping her legs around your waist, and you silenced her with a deep kiss, continuing to penetrate her hard and fast until finally, at the peak of your final thrust, you exploded inside of her just as she came around you, your fluids mixing together in a euphoric bomb of satisfaction. She whimpered softly as you pulled out, the shower water quickly cleansing your bodies of each others fluids.

“Help me?” she whispered, her legs so weak as to be unable to stand, so you picked her up and turned off the water, doing your best to dry both of you off before carrying her into the bedroom and onto the bed.

You pulled yourself in after her, curling up by her side with a loving smile. “That was pretty insane,” you whispered to her, and she giggled weakly.

“More like mind-blowing,” she whispered back, eyes still closed. 

There was a beat of silence.

“I love you,” you whispered. Her hand moved to your cheek, caressing it gently.

“I love you too.”

Wrapping your arms around her, you pulled her closer to you, piecing your bodies together like a perfectly fitting puzzle as the two of you drifted off into a perfect night’s sleep.

10/10.

Control

It had been forever. Literally forever. And for a man as impatient as you were, you were surprised to be able to admit that it was worth the wait, though from the way she was kissing you as you pinned her against the wall of your shared apartment, you could honestly understand why. She was a goddess, firstly as a co-founder and CEO of one of the world’s up-and-coming cosmetics companies, EXID, and secondly as the hottest woman you would ever have the chance to make out with like you were doing right now.

When she was at work, she was never fazed by anything, taking any and all issues in stride, as if she had known they were coming. Troublesome employees never lasted long, her organizational skills were second to none, and everything about her exuded control. Even her voice, as beautiful as it was, was a weapon that she utilized with great effect on greedy company directors, desperate to oust her and take over some small share of the company, scrabbling to undermine her role from under her. This position of power and dominance made it all the more painfully arousing as you choked her roughly, just the way she liked it, while your tongue forced its way into her mouth, desperate for any and every inch of contact you could get.

In terms of physical attractiveness, Jeonghwa was as hot as it got on any measurable scale out there, even though beauty was technically a subjective concept. Everything seemed to accentuate something about her figure, whether she was wearing a crop top and shorts on casual days, or when she was at work with her pantsuits and formal wear. She could be wearing a plastic bag, and somehow still look amazing, or even better, nothing at all (your personal favorite). Smooth calves trailed up to perfectly proportioned thighs, curving up into her rounded ass. Her toned midsection was the literal definition of sexy, and all of this didn’t even include her small but balanced breasts, pressing out of her tight work outfits and making her look almost as hot as if she were wearing just a bra.

You had just begun moving down to her neck, letting go of it for a moment to suck on the sensitive flesh when her phone rang, the annoying buzz of the hunk of plastic never coming at a time more inconvenient than right before both of your annually scheduled two week vacations, and pulling away, she answered it reluctantly.

“Hello?”

For a while, there was only silence, save for each other’s heavy breathing and the faint whisper of the other line speaking. Then she sighed into the phone, disappointment visible on her face.

“Fine. I’ll be there.” She bit out before she tapped the hang up button, tossing her phone away before letting out a frustrated groan, throwing her head back and sinking to the floor with her legs tucked up to her chest.

“We gotta go?” you asked, feeling equally disappointed. You had barely seen any of her for the last month, and were desperate to relieve the steadily rising sexual tension during your time off. She buried her face in her hands, nodding slowly in tired despair.

“Why does this always happen to us?” she whined. “Honestly, I could retire and let Director Heo take over.”

You chuckled quietly, looping your arms under her and lifting her up, setting her on her feet before handing her discarded phone. “You would never.”

Her hand touched your face gently, her eyes staring into yours with a wistful earnestness that you rarely ever saw. “Maybe that’s why I should.”

Her phone buzzed, interrupting the two of you again.

“Yes, I’m on my way!” she shouted irritably as she answered, hanging up immediately afterwards and rushing out the door, keys in hand. You followed, sprinting down the stairwell with her as she muttered curses under her breath.

“What’s happened?” you asked curiously, as the two of you clambered into the car, her in the back and you in the front.

“Oh, you know, the usual.” She shook her head in disgust. “Some privileged old man-child’s throwing a hissy fit about some random shit.” The annoyance on her face was clear, and she grit her teeth as she stared out the window of the moving car, watching the buildings rush by her.

Most of her life must’ve been like that, you thought. Sitting in the backseat of a fancy car with her wealthy father and watching as the world passed her by, as if she were invisible. Even then, she must have realized, that while she had been born into an extraordinary life of luxury and extravagance, that life came at the price of solitude. No one wanted to associate with a snobbish “rich girl” who relied on family money and connections over personal hard work.

This, of course, was not true, but it didn’t matter. In a world where social nets could be drawn with wider and wider boundaries, first impressions were everything.

“Could I have my water please?” she asked quietly, pointing at the bottle sitting in the passenger seat next to you.

“Yeah, sure,” you muttered, scrabbling around blindly as you kept your eyes on the road. It was never a good idea to take one’s eyes off the road, especially with cargo as precious as Jeonghwa, so you weathered through the embarrassment of the moment until you finally grabbed it, handing it behind you awkwardly much to her amusement.

“Didn’t know you were a scratcher,” she teased, letting out a harmonious laugh at her own joke. You just rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile that moved across your face like the most perfectly spread layer of jelly on a slice of peanut butter bread. Soon, the two of you arrived at the main office building, thanks mostly in part to your very aggressive driving. Not something you liked to do, but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Do I look okay?” she asked quickly, just before you were about to go into the lobby, turning and facing you as she tried to straighten her clothes from their previous disheveled state.

“Perfect.”

She winked at you in appreciation before steeling her face, donning the mask of a serious CEO as she walked in. Reception bowed politely, and you gave a little wave as you walked by, doing your best to seem as friendly as possible before she dragged you into the VIP elevator, only accessible through the scanning of a special key card.

It zipped the two of you to the top of the massive office building, stopping directly next to her office, which, through a backdoor, was connected to the main conference room.

As the two of you entered the spacious and grand room, thirty pairs of inquisitive eyes locked themselves on both of you, appraising each of you for anything to nitpick.

You had convinced yourself that they must have (mostly) been piranhas in their past lives, and it didn’t take long for one of the usual ringleaders to smirk at you, pointing and whispering at what you thought was your tie, but then again, you could never be sure.

Ah, whispered judgement. Never gets old.

You pleasantly ignored them, as Jeonghwa’s voice rang out loudly to begin the meeting despite the sound-absorbing quality of the room, filled with soundproofing to prevent any eavesdropping from the outside.

“Hello everyone!” she said, doing her best to smile politely at them. “Please settle down and we can get started with the issues some of you have brought forward today.” The chatter immediately died down, arrogant smirks turning into meek, attentive looks of neutrality.

Once the room was almost completely silent, she continued. “Thank you. To begin, some formalities.” 

The projector whirred to life, connecting to her laptop on the screen of presentation, with various charts and graphs on each slide to represent product quantity, projected sales, cost, and most importantly, profit.

“As you all know, we have recently released a new line of products, with the aim of catering to…”

You zoned out, your eyes drifting around the room as Jeonghwa spouted off into an educated presentation about the economics of the company, as well as chemical jargon that was necessary to know in order to show that she had taken every possible precaution to make sure with federal approval that their products were safe to be used and purchased by consumers.

In the corners of the room were two security guards, Hani and Hyojin, both of whom you were well acquainted with. Almost all of the people at the table were strangers to you, with the exception of Director Heo, or Solji, as you called her in private. She was easily the kindest of the directors, the youngest, and also the only female, a point of pride and contention for her.

“Why won’t they vote in more?” she would always ask, even though deep down, she knew why.

“Now what were your complaints regarding the company and its functions?”

The directors looked around at each other, before their eyes all swung to the original spokesperson who had pointed at you earlier. The man stood, his demeanor condescending, to say the least, and despite his youthfulness and overall good looks, it was safe to say that his attitude and tone were not of the same quality.

“Ms. Park, you’ve done a truly admirable helming this ship,” he began, eyes narrowing accusatorily. “That said, it’s time for us to go in a different direction. Firstly, we should go public.”

“Secondly,” he said, with much anticipation. “We need to look to find mergers in order to expand business.”

He gestured to the people seated at the table. “The directors have discussed and debated this topic at length, and most of us agree that we can take these steps.”

You had heard this argument many times before, from many different people. Going public with a company was usually considered beneficial, but carried heavy risks and liabilities as well. On one hand, it allowed for wider investment and an expansion of capital, but on the other, the process was long, usually involving many expensive fees, long days and night of paperwork, and could potentially lead to an overly short-term growth mindset, which would most certainly come back to bite stock prices.

Jeonghwa knew all of this and was not impressed by his sales pitch, her eyes narrowing as she fixed him with a cold stare. “This is not the first time the topic has been brought up,” she remarked, smiling icily. “I have told you all that we, in fact, are not ready.”

The man laughed, the tension in the room palpable as he glared right back at her. “And why is that? If we’re growing like you say we are-”

“This growth is not permanent,” she cut him off. “If you rush into this process, you risk irreversibly crashing the value of this company and-”

“And what?” he retorted. “Earning more money? Is that not what we’re here for?”

She breathed through her teeth, frustration building up inside of her. “As the CEO of this company, I have to think of the bigger picture,” she replied harshly. “And the fact of the matter is, long-term growth is better than short-term profit. We will go public eventually, but we will not start today, we will not start tomorrow, and we will not start anytime soon. Having said that, I don’t want anyone raising this up again out of the blue. Am I clear?”

“Well, what about the mergers? There certainly are horizontal and vertical mergers we can consider, especially given the public interest that we are given,” he protested.

“Again, the issue is the same. We aren’t ready for it, primarily because we aren’t flexible enough to coordinate multiple corporations at one time.” She gestured at Solji, Director of Research and Development. “Director Heo, are your labs ready for a reintegration and complete overthrow of the current system?”

A cheshire grin was on the slightly older woman’s face as she responded. “No, ma’am.”

“Well, there you have it,” Jeonghwa said conclusively. “Our R&D department is incapable of merging as of right now. A higher share of market sales could also drive customers away due to higher prices, which, need I remind you, is the last thing that we need right now to stunt our growth.”

“If we integrate horizontally or vertically enough, we could monopolize and raise prices without an issue!” he shouted at her, shocking the rest of the room into a silence.

He looked around awkwardly, obviously realizing her had overstepped a serious line. Jeonghwa smirked dangerously at the man before responding.

“I’ll let that slide this once,” she said, more than pissed off at this point. “But don’t you ever yell at me again.” She emphasized each word like a verbal punch. “With that said, I think we’ve established that now is not a good time for either of those proposals. Someday we will, but not today.”

“But-”

“I said, no.”

There was a beat of uncomfortable silence, and the man opened his mouth to retort before closing it again, sitting down with a scowl of annoyance.

“We’ll adjourn here,” she bit out, bowing politely as the people in the room slowly trickled out, whispering all sorts of shit that they thought you couldn’t hear. Bitch. Idiot. Close-minded pig. Those sorts of things. But nevertheless, leave they did, until only you and Jeonghwa were still in the room.

She let out a heavy breath, walking over and sinking into a cushioned seat with a groan as you approached behind her, massaging her back gently to relieve any stress you could.

“That punk sure is stubborn,” you remarked, chuckling mirthlessly. She shook her head in irritation.

“Tell me about it.” She let out a soft moan as you rubbed an especially sore and tight muscle in her back. “Ooh, right there’s perfect.”

“Here?” you asked as you pressed in the area around her shoulder blade. She nodded, continuing to let out small sounds of satisfaction, and you could feel her starting to loosen up a bit in your hands.

“You’re really tense,” you remarked as she leaned back in the chair, stopping your motions and staring deep into your eyes.

“Well, running a company is pretty stressful,” she ruminated, running a hand through her elegantly messy hair.

“Would you like me to continue massaging you? It might help.”

She shrugged. “Maybe it would.”

Her fingers played with the inside of her vest, pulling it back just enough for you to see the edge of her breasts wrapped by a scarlet tank top, your throat drying up in anticipation.

“But I was thinking…”

She arched herself up towards your face leaning over hers, her lips a mere handful of centimeters away.

“…maybe you could help me blow off some steam in some other places?”

As much as you wanted to rip her clothes off and let loose on her over the table, you still hesitated. “You can’t wait until we get home?”

“Oh, please. Don’t pretend like it’s just me.” She gave you a sultry look, putting a finger to your lips to quell your doubts. “Why wait when you don’t have to?”

“Jeez, for a domineering CEO, you sure lack self-control.”

Her brow furrowed in annoyance, giving you a “shut up and kiss me” look.

“Alright, alright. Touché,” you said with a mock-reluctant sigh, just before you crushed your lips against hers in a moment, kissing her and yanking her out of her chair by the collar. She stumbled into your arms, almost tripping over herself in her hunger for you, hands scratching at your suit. She let out a silky moan of pleasure as you squeezed a soft breast, rolling the nipple in between your fingers gently to tease her even more.

You lips separated for a moment with a pop, but you were not to be denied for long, hands roaming down to her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze while you refocused your lips to her neck, marking her properly this time.

It was as if your whole body was consumed with a fever, a wild frenzy that only Jeonghwa could ever bring out of you with her airy gasps and lustful looks. You pulled away from her neck, practically tearing off her vest and helping her remove her annoying top to gain access to her perfect breasts, soft and supple in each of your hands.

Her whole body arched up into yours pliantly, practically begging for you to touch her. But you held back, teasing her gently with half-hearted movements, gently brushing the tips of her stiff nipples and snaking a hand into her pants to rub ever so slowly over her clit.

Your surroundings melted away as she lay against the table, panting and twitching, her whole body aching for more, but you continued your gentle torture, stimulating her just enough for her to feel it but not enough for her cum.

“F-Fuck, please,” she gasped out between moans, her head thrashing weakly.

You smirked, one hand continuing to tease her wet slit as the other squeezed her breasts softly. “Please what?”

“M-Make me c-cum,” she whispered, eyes shut tight as she ground her hips against your fingers, trying to find any friction she could. “P-Please?” She let out a whimper as your fingers moved to penetrate her, stopping just short of what you knew she wanted.

“Specifics, specifics,” you teased, moving a finger slowly around the edges of her cavern, eliciting more breathless gasps.

“Fuck m-me with y-your fingers, fuck!”

“As you wish.”

Gently, you inserted two fingers into her, pumping in and out slowly and savoring the feel of her juices slathering themselves all over you. Her walls clenched and unclenched around you, squeezing your fingers like a vice as you sped up, drawing out more moans of pleasure as her fluids began to spill out of her and soak into her panties.

As you thrusted into her, your free hand moved to her neck, choking her gently and pinning her to the table. You could tell she was enjoying it, from the strangled moans coming out of her throat to how her hands scratched at the table while you dominated her, her whole being melting into sexual desire.

Her eyes stared up at you for a moment, lust clouding her clear irises as she bucked in your arms, her hips kicking up and urging your hand on, a light sheen of sweat beginning to build on her perfectly smooth skin.

“Oh, fuck, please, I-I’m so close…”

Using your thumb, you began to rub her clit as you fucked her with your fingers, eliciting a sharp shriek of pleasure from her as her eyes rolled up into her head. Her legs, which previously had been limp, shot to life, quivering and clamping down tightly on your hand between her legs, her fingers gripping onto your forearm as her body spasmed out of control, her orgasm taking over her senses and overwhelming her in pleasure.

You let her rest for a moment, her chest heaving. 

“That never gets old,” she remarked, and after a few breaths, she pulled your hand out of her pants, bringing them up to her lips before sucking on your fingers lewdly. After she had slurped up her fill, she turned her attention to the tent in your pants, your erection straining pitifully.

She quickly undid your belt, pulling your pants and boxers down to your ankles before she wrapped a hand around your shaft, the other lightly caressing your balls. Nuzzling it with her nose, she smiled seductively. “Don’t worry,” she said, slowly positioning her head in front of your throbbing cock. “I’ll make sure you’re empty when we’re done.”

You watched as her lips wrapped around your cock, the red shine of her lipstick slowly spreading itself along your shaft along with a light layer of spit. Halfway down, she stopped, pulling back and stroking with her hand while she turned her warm mouth to your balls, suckling each one until they were both lathered in a generous amount of saliva.

You let out a groan, your hands buried in her thick hair as she continued, alternating between your shaft and your balls slowly and steadily, making your cock throb at every sensation.

Each time she took your cock down her throat, she pushed a little deeper, gasping for breath as she pulled off each time and strings of messy saliva falling down over her face and onto her generous tits. But you didn’t maintain a passive role for long, and your hands began pushing her down farther and longer than she anticipated, until finally, she relinquished control entirely, bracing her hands against your thighs and letting you fuck her mouth with all the speed and force you wanted to.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!”

Muffled moans came each time you slammed deep down her throat, seeing it bulge slightly as she slurped on your cock greedily, her tongue flicking around wildly and only adding to the growing quantity of spit that had stacked upon your shaft.

You let her go after holding her down for a few seconds, her mouth flying off with a moan for breath, lipstick absolutely smeared everywhere, before pushing her back down, jamming yourself down her throat until her nose touched against your skin. She gagged through muffled groans of pleasure, the wonderfully erotic noises ringing like music to your ears, as you felt your hips tighten, a pit beginning to make its presence known in your balls.

You tried to focus on something, anything, to hold yourself back, but her deadlocked gaze on you through teary eyes, makeup smeared all over her face as well as the cock thrusting in and out of her mouth only made you feel the need to explode further, and you finally let go at the apex of one of your hardest thrusts, a long, drawn out groan coming from your lips as you came down her throat.

Her tongue flicked around your swollen tip, lips sucking gently to make sure you were done, before she let go of your cock with a pop, wiping away some spit and tears from her face before she showed you her pink tongue, devoid of any of the cum you had just sprayed down her wanton throat.

“You better not be done,” she warned, looking at you dangerously as she stood up, hands hooking into her pants.

You shook your head. “Never, if it’s you.” 

Turning away from you, she pulled her pants and panties off, revealing her glistening and wanton pussy just begging to be pummeled over the table. “Prove it,” she said with a wink.

You smirked at her neediness and as per usual, teased her gently, sliding your cock against her folds and through her thighs, relishing the feel of her soft skin. Both of you let out a soft moan, and she turned, opening her mouth to tell you to hurry it up when you pushed yourself all the way, smoothly stretching her walls out and catching her breath in her throat as you pulled back slowly.

As soon as just your head was in her, you took off, impaling her rapidly at an almost superhuman pace with your cock, and she let out a shrill shriek as her body jolted from the torrent of electricity shooting through her.

She tried to hold her head up, gazing back at you with a half-lidded look of overwhelming pleasure, but couldn’t maintain it, muttering obscenities and letting out wordless groans to somehow stave off the overflow of sexual satisfaction inside of her.

“Fuck, you’re deep, oh, oh shit!“

 Her body tensed, writhing against the table uselessly as you continued your relentless use of her pussy, her fluids lubricating you perfectly. Her perfect ass rippled hypnotically as you slammed your hips against her, burying yourself as deep as you could into her, reveling in her escalating cries of ecstasy and her trembling legs as she felt every inch of your throbbing cock inside of her wet folds.

Her head flopped uselessly on the glass table, steaming it up with her heavy breathing until you grabbed her hair, pulling her back roughly with one hand and locking her arms behind her with the other, much to her delight. She let out a choked scream as you dominated her completely, taking away her ability to move.

“You like that? You like that anyone could walk in and just see me fucking you over this table like the good little slut you are?”

A response wasn’t even possible in her state, her shoulder length hair bouncing all over, mouth open in an ‘o’, barely even able to breath from the fullness of your shaft inside of her, but you knew she loved it. The intensity of your pounding, the raw sexuality of the act itself, the publicity and risk of doing it in the conference room right next to her office. All of it added up into the wildest and hottest fuck ever, and based on the sounds she was making, you were both glad you were doing it and also grateful the room had such good soundproofing.

But despite the pleasure coursing through both of your bodies, you weren’t satisfied and upped the ante, thrusting so hard into her as to make the table shake, her eyes rolling up into her head as she felt your cock slam deliciously deep inside of her.

“Oh, right there, right there, fuck, please…!”

Her eyes squeezed shut, feeling her orgasm coming in a rush as stars began to twinkle in her darkened vision, and her luscious legs were quivering violently as her muscles spasmed, walls tightening erratically around you. You felt this, knowing she was close, and kept going, pummeling her into the table and fucking her all the way to her peak. She let out a scream, practically a tear right out of her vocal cords as she climaxed, her whole body spasming in your arms as you held her up, legs buckling against yours as you continued to skewer through her like a rag doll.

You felt the same familiar tightening in your own balls as she squeezed your cock through her orgasm, her body limply accepting all of the force you pumped into her with each and every thrust. She moaned softly, muscles still twitching as she let you use her perfect body for your own completion.

“Give me your cum,” she gasped, still recovering from her own climax. “Please give it to me. Fill me up. I’m yours.”

Her lust-filled words, along with the random tightening of her pussy through her peak pushed you over the edge, and you pushed yourself as far as you could into her before letting go, thick and sticky ropes of semen coating her insides and mixing with her own fluids. You let out a groan of satisfaction, collapsing into her and letting go of her body, both of you sinking to the floor in a heap, your cock still inside of her.

“It’s so warm,” she whimpered softly, your shaft slipping out of her as she rolled off of you, a small trail of liquids following after. She chuckled at your weakness when you struggled to get up, still shaking off the effects of both of your climaxes.

“You can’t do any better,” you pointed out, laughing right back at her when she failed to stand as well, knees wobbling and knocking together as if she was a newborn cat. You limped your way to a box of tissues, tossing them to her which she used to clean herself up, wiping away any evidence of your activities inside of the room.

She finally managed to get up, leaning against the table when she noticed the security camera pointed straight at them.

“Oh shit,” she muttered, quickly putting her clothes back on and nudging you.

“What’s up?”

She pointed the camera out to you.

“Oh, that?” you laughed. “I thought you’d never notice.” Her eyes widened comically at your flippant words.

“W-Why are you laughing?” she stammered, absolutely mortified and worried at having been recorded during your little tryst. “I could get fired! Oh, I’m so dumb for not thinking this would happen, oh my God, what am I going to-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” you interrupted, waving a hand in her face to get her attention as you put on your clothes leisurely. “I know the security guards. We’re fine.”

You winked at her before continuing. “Honestly, we could clip this part and save it for ‘later’, if you know what I mean…”

Jeonghwa smacked your arm, giving you an indignant look.

“What? It was just a thought,” you defended, a relaxed smile on your face. “It’s not my fault you enjoyed it so much.”

She pouted at you cutely, almost embarrassed at having been recorded. “Still, you should’ve said something…”

“And ruin that half-hour of my life? No thanks,” you joked, donning your suit jacket after making sure there weren’t any stains on your shirt. You opened the door to her office for her, following her through as the two of you left the conference room.

“You hungry?” you asked her as the two of you stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding closed behind you.

“Hmmm, sure,” she replied after some thought, hand on her chin. “I was kind of thinking about mind-blowing sex again for dinner, but real food is good too. Doubly so if we’re having sushi.”

“Real food is good,” you agreed readily, pulling your phone out to order online. “Besides, we’ve got two weeks.”

The elevator dinged as it hit the lobby floor, opening as Jeonghwa seemed to have an epiphany. She smirked at you mischievously, sending a tingle down your spine.

“What’re you so happy about?” you asked cautiously. “I hope you remember what I said about self control…” 

She chose not to answer, instead bringing a slender finger to her mouth, biting on her lower lip with an innocence that was lathered in lust.

“Do we still have the handcuffs?”

A/N: Hello! Hope you enjoyed the story, and please send me asks if you have any requests or something. Also, I have been considering writing a non-smut chapter-based story, if that’s something you guys would be interested in reading? Just curious, so please let me know if its something you all would read. Again, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! :)

Also, since Jeonghwa’s beauty is just too much, here’s another picture.

Love And War: Part One - Just One Night

Parties weren’t your kind of scene.

They were loud and boisterous, filled with the smell of intoxicated people with too little self-control for their age, their bank accounts, or both. You seriously couldn’t count the number of times you’d had your ass smacked by some idiot who’d had about twenty shots too many.

The lights were always too bright or too dim, people were always too open or too disinterested, time always passed too quickly or too slowly. As an actor, you had previously had the experience of being forced to go, so you knew what to expect. Needless to say, however, you certainly never went unless absolutely necessary.

But alas, tonight was one of those nights. One of those dreaded times when the moon rose and you were home alone, staring deep into the screen of your computer as you tried to memorize scripts for your next audition, only to be overwhelmed with a dark feeling of fear, of paranoiac insecurity, and of loneliness.

Of course, being lonely wasn’t an issue that only you struggled with. The feeling of dissatisfaction plagued people around the world, just like you, yet somehow, loneliness was why when Wheein called you 2 hours ago to ask you to come to a nightclub and have some fun, you somehow ended up going, and lo and behold, the experience was just as distasteful as you remembered.

The night had been going about as smoothly as you could have imagined, with you flashing smiles and casually winning hearts left and right (duh!), when you saw a fruit that you absolutely wanted to try.

The girl herself was quiet enough, sitting alone near a massive crowd of revelers, quietly sipping a glass of some colorful alcoholic drink at a bar. While her demeanor was calm and soft, especially in comparison to the environment she was in, she still intimidated you with her beauty, her wavy hair bouncing with every tip of the head.

You spent a moment thinking whether you should make a move, before the adrenaline in your body shut your rationality down quickly, propelling you to the seat next to hers.

“A rosemary blueberry smash, please,” you said to the bartender smoothly, and he nodded, moving to make the drink as the woman next to you continued sipping on her drink, ignoring you.

You sat there in silence for a few moments, the two of you minding your own respective businesses before you broke the silence.

“Hey,” you said, as suavely and coolly as you could. “Rough night?”

She chuckled, but you could tell it wasn’t exactly a happy sound. “You could say that.” She finished off her drink, setting the glass back down before finally turning to fully look at you, her face finally coming fully into view. She was gorgeous, with defined cheekbones, almond shaped eyes, and smooth skin that seemed to look softer than it would feel.

She smirked at you once she realized you were staring, an eyebrow raising and bringing you back into reality.

Oh, embarrassing, embarrassing reality.

“I’m not that easy,” she joked, grabbing your drink that the bartender had just served to you and downing it in one gulp. “Hm, pretty good. No alcohol though?”

“I don’t drink.”

She chuckled before she raised a hand to the man, waving him over. “2 more, please.”

“For someone who’s not easy, you’re sure quick to buy me a drink,” you bantered back, finally finding your wits again.

Yes! I don’t look like a total sociopath now!

She smiled, the first genuine smile you had seen out of her as she considered your verbal jab. “Just paying you back for the one I took from you,” she dismissed, maintaining her haughtiness. “Besides, you haven’t tried some dumb pickup line or treated me like a piece of meat yet, so that counts for something.”

“You got a name?”

“Not that easy,” she responded jokingly, bringing out a chuckle from both of you.

A silence seemed to echo around the two of you as you reached a lull in the conversation, the two of you glancing at each other out of the corners of your eyes while sitting there, the throb of music echoing in the background.

“You here alone?” she finally asked, breaking the silence. Her eyes flicked up to yours surreptitiously as she studied you intently.

“No,” you replied, pointing at a crowd of your friends. “Got some friends over there.” Among them, Wheein noticed your pointing, giving you a wink and nudging the others to watch the spectacle unfold with the girl next to you, her eyes shimmering with amusement.

“Good friends of yours?”

You grinned, the bartender sliding your drinks to the two of you. “The best.”

She drank silently for a while, swirling the fruity mocktail around in her glass with the same small smile on her face that she had kept on since you had started talking to her, almost as if it was a permanent mask, rather than a temporary expression.

The longer you watched her face, the more you were able to discern the slight cracks behind her facade, the sparkle in her eyes seeming dim and weak, the smile itself seeming tired and worn thin.

Not unlike yourself, you thought. Maybe she was lonely too, though given her looks, you could never understand why.

“I could use a friend on a night like this,” she said wistfully, her eyes dancing over you ever so quickly. She licked her lips, her pink tongue running over them smoothly before retreating back into the shadows of her enticing mouth, almost daring you to make a move, but you held still. “It’s been a while since I’ve been able to have some fun.”

“Well, we could always join my friends and go bowling or something-”

She shook her head, laughing at your naivety. “No, no, I was thinking something more…”

She waved a hand in the air absentmindedly, as if she was searching for a word to finish her thought.

“…something more intimate.”

You raised an eyebrow at her obvious innuendo, with all the intention to accept in the world.

“For someone who’s not easy, you sure make it seem like you’re flirting with me,” you teased again, the sexually charged atmosphere crackling between the two of you despite the fact you had only just met. 

Somehow, it just felt natural.

“And if I am?” she fired back, turning her whole body towards you, showing off her toned thighs and calves, the smooth skin extending for what seemed like miles. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

Every second after those words began to heat you up, your skin suddenly burning up as if you had a fever. Your eyes scanned over her, observing every contour and curve that you could see before stopping at her lips, curved in a half-smirk.

“What do you want me to do about it?”

30 minutes later, you were finding out, her lips crushing against yours as she showed you exactly what she was looking for, completely disregarding the fact the two of you still hadn’t even gotten out of the hallway yet. Every second seemed to stretch out into a million little fragments as her tiny body pressed against yours, every motion coming staggered in passion and physicality.

Your back slammed the door to your apartment open, your bodies stumbling through clumsily before she kicked it shut and promptly shoved you against the wall, smothering you with her petite but firm frame. Your lips reconnected with a bang, and she didn’t let up, interlacing her fingers through yours and pulling them to the side spread eagle, so as to effectively pin you against the wall.

She was deceptively strong, completely restricting your movements and making out with you sensually, her tongue and lips working in perfect tandem to your overarching satisfaction.

“Do you do this with all your friends?” you joked when she pulled back for breath. 

“Shut up and kiss me,” she growled as she practically tore your shirt from your body, buttons flying haphazardly.

“Hey, that was my lucky shirt!”

Her eyes narrowed at you as if you were prey in the clutches of a predator. “What did I just say?”

Well, the chase was over now, you supposed. Shutting up was probably a good idea.

With a welcoming grin, you scooped her up in your arms, her legs wrapping around your waist tightly as you brought the two of you into your bedroom, throwing her upon the soft sheets like a ragdoll before diving on top of her and yanking her pants off, tossing them somewhere.

Her legs were thin yet well proportioned, just like the rest of her body, and you immediately began to stimulate her by licking and kissing her skin, occasionally nipping at the flesh. Your hands cupped under her backside, pulling her closer to you as you began to taper towards her sex, which had already begun to soak through her thin black panties that contrasted so nicely with her pale, soft skin.

You rubbed a finger over her clit, feeling it through the cloth of her underwear, and she let out a quiet sigh of exhilaration, her body relaxing and leaning back for you to take care of her.

You made quick work of her panties, bringing the annoying garment down her luscious legs and tossing them away like her pants, before you moved back towards her top, your hands roaming about and feeling her breasts through the fabric of her frilly pink shirt.

You helped her remove her shirt, careful not to rip a stranger’s clothes, before finally divesting her of a bra, leaving her perfectly shaped breasts naked before you. It was only when you noticed her blushing that you realized you had been staring.

“You’re really hot,” you said, shrugging, before continuing to please her, kneading her breasts with your apt fingers and gently pinching her nipples, eliciting little breaths from her as she tried to keep her volume down.

Meanwhile, your lips began their journey down her slender body, starting at her neck, breathing in her citrus scent and sucking on her skin gently, before kissing your way down to her collarbones, her body blooming up to you like a flower as you made your way past her sensitive breasts and toned midsection to find yourself in between her legs, your tongue instinctively lapping up the fluids leaking out of her wet slit.

“What’re you waiting for?” she asked through a quiet groan, staring down at you with a sultry look, urging you on. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re a teaser?”

“Maybe I am,” you said just as you buried your face into her slick, licking and sucking on her clit. Her reaction was immediate, a strangled moan ringing from her throat as her back arched for a moment, her whole body suddenly tightening before letting go as you backed off. 

“Let me know if it’s too much for you,” you smirked up at her, her pride flaring up at your jab.

“Yeah? We’ll see who’s screaming for who,” she scoffed, eyeing you competitively.

“Make sure to keep it down at least a little, my neighbors might complain.” Your hands wrapped under her ass, pulling her towards you as you resumed your previous activity, letting your fingers join in and tease the inside of her glistening sex. You probed her, carefully shifting your fingers inside of her to bring out the most from the sparse motions you were using, gently stretching her. Meanwhile, you kissed around her clit, giving her stimulation everywhere except for where she wanted it most, making her whine and gasp out as her world slowly spun out of control, her eyes fluttering shut as she slowly tried to buck her hips against you.

You let your free hand drift up, caressing and drawing random patterns on her abdomen as the surface of her skin heaved up and down, sweat building on her like a dewy mist from a fine rain shower. A faint blush spread across her face as she bit her lip, trying to stifle the noises that threatened to squeak out of her throat.

“Relax,” you said soothingly to her when you noticed her breathy pants. Her hands were gripped so tightly on the sheets that you were almost afraid she might shred them to pieces.

“Just…oh! J-Just taste me!”

Her words did nothing to stop you, to be sure, so you delved further in, fingering her while your tongue played with her hard bud, stimulating the bundle of nerves and bringing out another round of curses and moans, words and sounds that seemed so uncharacteristic for her, yet so beautiful and natural at the same time.

Her legs trembled, tightening around your head as she sought to trap you between her legs, smothering you in the softness of her thighs as you rapidly began to pump your fingers in and out of her, her wetness growing and dripping out onto the sheets in front of you. Every moment felt like bliss to her, her inner walls squeezing erratically as she slowly unraveled into a jelly-like mess upon the mattress, hearing, seeing, feeling nothing but the fingers and tongue between her legs and the rapidly approaching stars behind her eyes.

She came moments later, her luscious legs quivering around you as her eyes squeezed shut, a muffled scream echoing from behind her hand as you continued to lick random patterns on her clit through her orgasm.

Your fingers withdrew from inside of her, finding their way into her mouth for her to suck on as you helped her ride out the aftershocks of her climax, only pulling your head back when she whined at you to, a hand grabbing your hair and pulling you up to her face.

“Close, but no cigar,” she taunted through heavy breaths before she pressed her lips to yours, spreading the taste of her fluids in your mouth before taking advantage of your distracted state to flip you over.

“You covered your mouth,” you protested as she began stripping your pants and underwear off, eyes lighting up at your hardness springing out from its cloth prison.

“So?”

“That’s—oh fuck—cheating,” you groaned out as her lips wrapped around your cock, spreading her lipstick lightly along your shaft as she took you halfway down her throat. She had one hand braced against your thigh while the other fondled your balls sensually, her tongue flicking up and down your length softly like a gentle massage.

Slowly, her lips pulled off with a pop and she smirked up at you. “All’s fair in love and war.”

“And this is love?”

She chuckled, suckling on your balls while jerking you off hard and fast, pleasure shooting up your body like an electric current as her thumb gently rubbed around your leaking head.

“No, you wish,” she said just before she took you down her throat as deep as you would go, poking the back of her throat. She gagged, her spit beginning to coat your cock with visible bubbles, and opened her mouth, swirling her tongue around you perfectly before slapping your cock against the soft skin of her cheek, rubbing her saliva all over herself.

She took your shaft back down her throat, her warm, velvety cavern fitting around you perfectly and allowing her to deepthroat you with ease. She held herself down for several seconds without gagging, her nose pressing against your pelvis as her eyes watered, a tear mingling with the saliva that already slathered her face messily. Finally, she backed off with a gasp, smirking up at you expression of pure pleasure.

“This is war,” she asserted firmly, slurping your cock down with one last quick gargle before she got up, turning her back to you and positioning herself above your cock, rubbing you against her pussy lips. 

“Oh, you’re gonna be so big in my tight little pussy, aren’t you?” she whispered to you as she continued rubbing you against her, occasionally letting you slide through her thighs while you could only moan in response.

“I’m going to ruin myself on you,” she continued lustfully, teasing both of you as she lowered herself just a little bit before rising up again and letting your cock slip out of her dripping wet snatch. “Don’t you want that?”

Part of you wanted to reverse it all on her, to sit up and shove her down, to make her bend over and take your cock as roughly as you wanted. But another part of you restrained you, letting her edge you with her pussy and thighs for as long as she wanted.

Patience was what your mind screamed at your primal urges. There would be time for that later.

“I want it.”

“What was that?”

You swallowed your pride as she continued to stroke you with her soft, pillowy thighs, every movement making your cock throb with pleasure.

“I want you to ride me. I want to stretch you out like you’ve never felt before. I want you to fuck me until we both forget our names. I want-”

“What a naughty little fucktoy,” she said, interrupting you with a tone of mock-disbelief. “Such dirty thoughts…”

She slid you one last time through her legs, lining you up against her pussy.

“…deserve to be punished, don’t they?”

With those words, she finally sank down onto your needy shaft, her warm flesh enveloping your stiff cock inch by inch. Her fluids lubricated you perfectly, letting you slide in and out of her slick pussy with ease as she began to ride you, her ass spearing itself mechanically with your shaft, moans ringing out from both of you as she leaned back.

Though you couldn’t see her face, you could tell she was enjoying the feeling from the way her body was responding, her arms trembling as she struggled to hold herself up through the pleasure and her ragged breaths, punctuated with gasps and cries of satisfaction. Your hands reached up around to her chest, playing with her sizable globes to her approval, which she voiced with ever-increasing pitch and volume in her needy whines.

As you paid more attention to her tits, you realized that the soft, smooth pillows in your hands were perfectly shaped for your palms, and your ministrations became markedly more rough as you pinched her nipples and kneaded the flesh harder.

“Oh, you love my tits, don’t you?” she prodded through wanton moans, her body steadily lowering against your chest until her back was pressed against you, her hips continuing their movements against your cock as she opened up her upper body for you to stimulate her more easily.

You decided to help her out, thrusting your own hips upwards against hers and meet her halfway, your hips slamming against her downward motion with a solid clap. Her moans and cries turned into shrieks as your cock continued to impale her deeper and deeper with each thrust up into her, her body going into autopilot as she lost control of herself on top of you.

“F-Fuck, I love your cock,” she managed out as her mouth opened into an ‘o’, her voice completely unable to continue functioning in her pleasure-addled state. “You’re so deep, oh my god, you’re so deep!”

Even as you felt her walls clamp down on you, trying to push you to your own orgasm, your scheming mind sprang to life, and one hand drifted down from her breast to her clit, rubbing it slowly and gently as you continued to fuck her from below.

Her walls tightened considerably as you stimulated that tiny little bundle of nerves again, her eyes rolling up in her head as she was just on the edge of her climax, but your fingers suddenly slowed, rubbing her gently to torture her.

“Are you going to scream this time, like a good girl?”

“W-What?”

“Promise or you won’t cum.”

She let out a whimper, as if in fear and she began riding you without abandon, her hips coming down against yours at an inhuman speed.

“I…I…”

“Promise. Or else.”

When she hesitated to answer, you drew your hand back, a whine emanating from her throat.

“Y-You’ll let me cum?”

“Of course.”

“I-I promise,” she whimpered out as she desperately tried to drive herself to her second climax.

“You promise what?”

“I p-promise I’ll s-scream like a good girl, just please let me cum, please!”

Your fingers returned immediately, satisfied with her answer, and as soon as you wildly fanned her sensitive clit she screamed, her pussy exploding around your cock and tightening almost to the point of pain as her body melted against yours and spasmed out in the heat of the moment. Her head nuzzled into your neck, eyes squeezing shut from the overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through her veins and her hips trembled, shakily continuing to grind on your cock as she rode out the aftershocks of an impressively strong orgasm.

She lay on top of you like that for a minute or two, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

“I guess I won,” you smirked, gently turning her head to face you.

She slowly stirred, shifting her body off of you before sitting up, albeit shakily and with a little support from you. “Yes, yes you did. Shit, my head’s spinning,” she groaned, dizzily giggling and falling back into your arms when she tried to stand.

She looked up at you innocently in your arms, smiling softly when you suddenly realized you were missing something.

“You know, I still haven’t gotten a name from you,” you said, half-joking and half-serious.

“I wasn’t aware that you cared.”

You simply looked down at her, eyes locking with hers when she sighed, giving in.

“I’m So-eun. Kim So-eun. Happy now?”

You laughed, bringing her up to you and kissing her chastely. “Very.”

She giggled with you, blushing in embarrassment, as you rolled your intertwined bodies over, her petite frame lying on the mattress below you while you loomed over her like a storm cloud, your still-unsatisfied erection rubbing up against her lower midsection.

Without a moment’s hesitation, you pushed yourself into her, her previous orgasms having lubricated her enough for you to easily slip in and out of her tight flesh, your hips grinding down on hers as her legs wrapped around your waist, trapping you.

You kept your eyes focused on her face as she let out a quiet whine, one hand playing with a breast while the other reached down to rub herself. Her lips curled and shifted with the rest of her face as you established a steady rhythm, your cock sheathing and unsheathing from inside of her with a sensual pace, every sensation clear and defined for the both of you.

Somehow everything felt different, each give and take distinctly flavorful and electric, a far cry from the wild and uncontrolled beast of your last round, but you found yourself enjoying yourself just as much.

Slowly but steadily, your hips slammed down with more and more force, both you and So-eun losing your grip on reality as everything seemed to melt away into just you and her, your body inside of her body, and all of the pleasant feelings that seemed to come with that union.

Her hands clawed at the sheets, then your back, then the sheets again as her moans and cries grew louder and louder, her eyes shut tight as you continued your harsh thrusts, every kick of the hips sending you deeper and deeper inside of her. She was a temptress in every sense of the word; her hair splayed out everywhere, her skin and flesh so warm and smooth against yours, her walls contracting and squeezing your shaft so perfectly inside of her. All of it made you never want to stop, for the moment to go on forever as you pounded her into your mattress, her moans ringing in your ears loudly as her pitch went higher and higher.

You could feel your stamina depleting, however, your balls suddenly tightening at an alarming pace, and you knew you couldn’t last much longer.

“W-Where?” you managed out as you continued to slam yourself into her.

“D-Don’t—oh god, that feels so good—pull out!”

“Are you…are you sure?”

“Just shut up and fuck me!”

Of course, never one to refuse such a request, you did just that, doubling down and absolutely ravaging her, your mouth attaching itself to a breast, licking and nipping on the soft flesh, much to her delight.

“I’m gonna cum, oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum again!”

You smiled at her declaratory moan, leaning down and kissing her to silence both of your cries as you used the last of your energy to bury yourself inside of her, her pussy going crazy around you as both of you came with muffled groans inside of each other’s mouths. Your fluids mixed together as you let loose inside of her, painting her insides white as she drenched your cock with her own fluids.

You wrapped her in your arms, ignoring the nail wounds on your back that were probably bleeding onto the mattress. No words were needed. 

Her eyes closed contentedly, her body curling up against yours as you laid together, quickly drifting off to sleep in each other’s warm presence.

Perhaps, someday you would think back on this night. Perhaps, when you were in a nightclub or a party, you’d think of her. You’d see her face, perfectly at peace and in your arms, her silky hair tickling your arm as you slowly fell asleep with her by your side.

But those were questions for the future.

Tonight, you weren’t alone.

And that was all you needed to worry about.

A/N: Hello! Been a while since I’ve posted, so I decided to post this idea that I’ve been working on for a little while. I’ve been thinking about writing a longer plot-based story around this (with smut, of course), but primarily focusing the plot on OC and Kim So-eun, so I was wondering what any of you might think of that? I could probably wrap this as a one-shot but I could also extend it into a longer work, so please let me know what would be preferred, otherwise I’ll probably put this idea on the backburner. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

Motivation

Being single had been an easy life. Providing for yourself, after all, was always a simple task. You maintained a relatively regular schedule throughout the days, working a normal job and earning enough to keep yourself happy, while relaxing at home and occasionally going out with friends on the weekends. Their company was more than enough to quench the loneliness that bubbled up occasionally in your gut as you stared deep into your computer screen, struggling with a longing for someone to spend time with.

You had been in the middle of a lengthy dry spell, maintaining a temporary retirement from the game of dating, until that night, when Seulgi had easily broken through your friendzone walls, hammering through the cracks she had built up over years of flirting and close contact.

Most of what you did with her stayed the same, given how close the two of you had been before. You still patched her up after a fight, took her out to eat, and met her out for drinks and sang kookily in karoake bars. The only difference was that instead of splitting up afterwards, the two of you would absolutely ravage each other at your apartment, taking turns making the other scream out through the night.

Ah, young love.

Of course, now that you were dating and more importantly, living with Seulgi, you were reintroduced to your long forgotten pet peeves of living with another human being.

Though there were a lot of issues, most of which were so trivial and so easily adjustable for you that there wasn’t even any point in mentioning them, one that was not at all easy to fix was the difference in you and Seulgi’s circadian rhythms. More specifically, the difference of when you and Seulgi normally went to bed were practically completely opposite.

While you usually needed to wake up early at the crack of dawn, sometimes getting out of bed at 5:30 to rush to the hospital in preparation for a day of gory surgeries, Seulgi usually never needed to wake up early and preferred sometime around 9-10. Even then, she might laze around in bed, looking at her phone before getting up, which would be perfectly fine if Seulgi still fell asleep the same time as you did.

The difference affected Seulgi far more than it did you, primarily because she simply couldn’t fall asleep when you did, and would often complain of being overly rested and lethargic whenever she went to bed earlier than 2 in the morning. 

So as you slowly awoke on Seulgi’s birthday, eyes inching open, you fully expected to see her sleeping form next to you, an arm draped across your body and her naked form wrapped in the sheets in a beautiful mess. You didn’t plan on making her get up early on her special day since the two of you had all twenty-four hours of the day to catch up after an especially busy week for you, but alas, she wasn’t there, the blankets on her side having been completely pushed off and her clothes having been cleaned up from the floor of the bedroom.

“Seulgi?” Your voice came out quiet and hoarse, the rest of you still trying to stir yourself from the last vestiges of sleep when you realized your arms were stuck, tied firmly to the frame of the bed with pink ribbons.

What is this?

A sizzling sound came from outside the bedroom, along with the clatter of a few pans.

“Seulgi!” you called, trying to get her attention to no avail, and the sizzling sound continued for a few minutes before it stopped. Shortly afterwards, she walked in, a plate full of breakfast and a dazzling smile, wearing a loose dress that left little to the imagination.

“You’re up,” she remarked, beaming brightly and sitting down on the bed next to you, chopsticks digging into a delicious looking omelet before raising it to her lips and blowing on it gently. “I made you breakfast.”

“I can see that,” you chuckled, glancing at your hands which were still tightly bound. “It’s your birthday, I should be the one making you breakfast.”

She shrugged nonchalantly, lips curving into a slick little smirk. “Don’t worry. You’ll need this to pay me back later.” Her eyes flashed something dangerous as they flicked up to look into yours, and you suddenly felt your underwear tighten, your throat drying up again.

“How’d you even get up before me?” you asked as she raised a mouthful of egg up to you which you gratefully ate, the warm delicious blend of cheese, egg and pepper dissolving perfectly on your tongue.

“It wasn’t that hard. Just needed some motivation.”

“I only wish you’d proven that when we were supposed to go to my family brunch,” you joked, only to receive a gentle punch to the shoulder, Seulgi glaring at you playfully.

“That was different, you know that. I was hungover,” she protested, laughing all the same as she continued feeding you. A calm silence followed as she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at you endearingly as you slowly ate the food she fed you. 

“Anyways, happy birthday!” you said as enthusiastically as you could, giving her jazz hands despite the fact that you could hardly move them at all. “How’s it feel to be on the wrong side of your twenties?”

She scoffed at you, flicking your forehead indignantly. “It feels great, thank you very much.” She stuck her tongue out at you playfully before feeding you another piece of omelet.

“Jeez, you really pulled out all the stops today,” you mumbled through a mouth full of food. “These omelets are delicious.”

Her smile ticked up a little more, her eyes curving up into those heart-wrenching crescents as she giggled. “Really? I was worried you wouldn’t like them.”

A cheshire look spread across your face, and you swallowed your food before continuing.

“I mean, by contrast, your last attempt on my birthday ended up in flames, so-”

She let out a full body laugh, throwing her head back and sounding like a little child, giggling unabashedly for a few moments before she suddenly looked forlorn and slightly dejected.

“Wow, of all days to point out my shortcomings…” 

She pretended to be upset, which you played along with, cooing, “It’s okay. My Bear’s precious even if she sleeps 16 hours a day or starts housefires.”

Both of you broke out into a fit of slap-happy chuckles at that, smiling at each other like crazy people as she leaned into your body despite your arms, continuing to feed you bits and pieces of the breakfast she had made.

Speaking of breakfast, it really was quite delicious, every piece of cheese and egg blending perfectly in a way Seulgi had, quite literally, never managed to pull off before. You let out a little groan as a certain piece seemed to spread over your tastebuds perfectly, the food absolutely hitting your sweet spot.

“We really should do this more,” she remarked, having set the plate down on her lap dangerously to trace the bottom of your jawline with one hand, her slender fingers tickling the bottom of your chin teasingly.

You sighed, nodding in agreement. “I think I need a month off from work.”

“You mean we both need a month off from work?”

“I mean, you’re more of a part-time worker, but yeah, we should take a vacation somewhere. Any ideas?”

She tapped her chin, thinking intently. “Hm, maybe Australia? Or Europe?”

“France?”

“Eh, I always liked Iceland more.”

“Ah, the glaciers?” you asked as you turned your head to rest it on her hair, smelling her intoxicating scent. “They’re pretty cool.”

There was a pause. Seulgi looked at you incredulously, an expression of disbelief spreading as her shock began to register.

“You’re the worst,” she laughed, shaking her head at your cringe-worthy joke, but you just grinned cheekily at her.

“I know right? I’m just too funny. Where’s my HBO comedy special?”

“Up your ass, you corndog,” she choked out, pretending to vomit at your bravado.

You laughed at her language, blowing into her hair and making her squeal in amusement. Or annoyance. Maybe both.

“Maybe a comedy TV show would be what I need to motivate myself to get back to work again,” you mused. “All the blood and guts does get a little old sometimes.”

“There are much more appropriate and fitting ways to motivate yourself.”

“But a man can dream, can’t he?”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence for a little while, sitting there, calmly picking away at the breakfast plate that Seulgi continued feeding you with. The sun was shining brightly, golden rays of light slowly pouring in even through the blinds, and both of you could hear the birds chirping playfully outside. Maybe they were relaxing and having as much fun as you were with Seulgi right then and there.

“So what do you want to do today?” you asked, savoring the taste of a pancake she had just given you when you suddenly felt her soft hand creep under your shirt, caressing your abs gently before trailing down under your boxers as your shaft hardened instantly, feeling her soft and smooth hand wrap itself around it.

“Well, speaking of motivation,” she said quietly as she set the plate down onto the nightstand, giving you the same look from before, the one that screamed lust and desire. “I’ve been waiting all morning so I could do this to you.”

The sensation tingled, your whole body seeming to feel the gentle, dull pleasure that radiated from your cock as she stroked you achingly slowly, teasing your tip with her thumb as you tried to remember how to swallow food.

“S-Seulgi…” you let out a low groan as she tortured you, your hands straining against the ribbons as you reflexively tried to pull yourself free. “Is this why you tied me up?”

She smirked, putting her other hand on your cheek and turning your head to face her eyes as she stared you down, biting on her bottom lip in a way she knew turned you on.

“We h-have a dinner reservation at-”

“Oh, come on,” she brushed it off as she jerked you off slowly. “We’ll be done in a few hours. Maybe.”

“Besides, it’s my birthday,” she whispered, her tempting yet innocent eyes locked onto yours as you did your best not to kick your head back against the pillows. “So I’m going to have my way with you…”

She leaned closer in, kissing you deeply in the middle of her sentence, her tongue pushing its way into your mouth sensually. Her lips tasted like honey, the faintest taste of pancakes and strawberries lingering after she pulled away, her hand stroking away at you at the same, inching pace.

“…and you’re going to enjoy it.”

You gulped at her words, her tone sounding almost threatening as she stood up and stepped back from the side of the bed, her hand regrettably leaving its place from your crotch to trace her own body. Her slender fingers began pulling her dress off oh so slowly, letting you see inch by silky inch of pristine skin, until her top was finally exposed, her sizeable breasts topped with perky nipples shining in their naked glory in front of you. Her abs flexed with every seductive movement she took towards you, and she traced a finger over your jawline, the nail scraping your skin lightly as she giggled at how frustrated you already were, squirming and desperate to touch her despite your obvious inability to do so.

“Enjoying the show?” she smirked, proud of her own prowess and ability to make you weak for her.

“Christ, Seulgi, I-”

“Ah, ah, ah, shhhh,” she quickly shut you down, a finger pressing against your lips. “I’ll help you out.”

She quickly climbed onto the bed, kissing you again, roughly, and pinning you up against the headboard as she made out with you intensely, your mouths clashing against each other as you tried to find any sort of outlet you could for the anticipation building up inside of you.

She leaned back, kneading her breasts the same way you would be if you could, giving you a half-lidded look of wild lust.

“I bet you wish you could touch my tits the way you always do,” she said through a moan as she twisted a nipple, one hand rubbing over her clit.

She smirked at you as you tried to squirm, rendered speechless from the way she was dominating you. “But you can’t.” Her lips crashed against yours yet again, her tongue plundering into your mouth with a dizzying intensity for the third time in less than 5 minutes.

Seulgi always managed to rile you up in the morning, whether it be a lazy blowjob before work, or a quick round in the shower, she almost always tried to catch you just before you left so she could satisfy you both and go back to sleep afterwards.

But this?

This was a whole new level of arousal, you realized, as she detached her lips from yours, beginning to kiss down your body, marking your neck and trailing down to your collarbones, her hands tickling your sides as she made her way down to your straining underwear which she quickly removed from your body.

“Hmmmm…” She gazed at your erect shaft, running a hand over it softly and grazing the sides with a fluffy feeling as she suddenly began pondering some question, paying no mind to your steadily deteriorating mental state.

She continued to tease your shaft for a few more moments before she looked up at you, her eyes hungry yet playful as she gave a slow lick around your head, letting some of your precum escape onto her tongue like a tiny sample of what was to come.

“On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want me to suck your cock?”

You were caught off guard by her sudden question, especially one in such a surveying manner.

“W-What? Seulgi, please-”

Your words came out much more shakily than you had anticipated, her steady edging having scrambled parts of your brain and she instantly pounced, stroking you faster so as to give you a glimpse over the precipice that which you so desired to tumble over.

She could have jerked you for 5 seconds, 5 minutes, or 5 hours, but as soon as it came, it was gone, and she returned back to her frustratingly slow pace, her mouth sucking just the sensitive tip of your cock before she posed the same question to you again.

“On a scale of one to ten,” she said calmly, spitting onto your cock to lubricate it slightly. “How badly do you want me to suck your cock?”

This time you were ready, and you replied confidently.

“Ten.”

She frowned, shaking her head before she lowered her head onto your cock, taking the first few inches in with ease and bobbing her head up and down, her tongue flicking around wildly to stimulate you as quickly as possible, while her hands continued stroking at a wild pace and playing with your balls.

You let out a groan, feeling the way she hollowed her cheeks and lathered your cock in spit before she, again, pulled off, pushing you even closer to the edge but leaving you even more unsatisfied than before.

Her hand slowed back to that same, painful speed, and her eyes, which remained ever locked onto yours, glimmered with arousal at your inability to satisfy yourself.

“On a scale of one to ten,” she repeated yet again, her expression as naive and devilish as ever. “How badly do you want me to suck your cock?”

Her tone hadn’t changed, yet her voice sounded harsher than you had ever heard it before, like she was disappointed that you hadn’t found the answer to some reality-altering question.

“Seulgi, w-what do you want me to-”

Her mouth engulfed your cock farther this time, her hands bracing against your thighs as she took you all the way down her throat, your cock slamming into the back of her cavern before she began moving, rapidly sucking on your cock as copious globs of spit stuck around her face and leaked onto your cock.

Your world was ablaze with a feeling of elation as she propelled you towards your orgasm at a supersonic pace, her tongue circling around your tip inside of her mouth, her throat gagging at the sensation of your cock burrowing itself into her, the lewd sounds of her slurping bouncing around in your ears. There wasn’t anything you wanted to hear more.

Her eyes watered, a few tears splashing out and running down her cheeks as her lips slid up and down your cock in a smooth, absolutely lust-hungry way, and your moans of pleasure slowly escalated, about to explode when she pulled back, gasping for breath.

“How bad do you want it?” she asked you calmly, but it might as well have been an order to you from how close you were to completion.

“I-I don’t know what you want me to say! Please, a ten, a hundred, a million, just please, fuck-”

Her mouth plunged down on you in an instant, a smile on her face as she devoured your cock, her beautiful face being ruined on your cock as she slathered you inside of her warm throat, her tongue slurping desperately all over you.

You felt as if your brain was melting from everything, the view of Seulgi’s lips wrapped tightly around your cock, her pretty face staring up at you with such a cruelly innocent look, the feeling of her tongue running all over your shaft inside of her mouth, all of it was actively destroying your ability to coherently think and process information as your world burned away into just this moment, with Seulgi sucking you off vigorously in bed.

Your hips tightened, that same familiar feeling building up inside of your balls as she took your cock like a woman possessed, eyes shining with tears as she watched your face contort in pleasure from her sloppy blowjob.

A groan escaped your lips as you unconsciously bucked your hips upwards into her face, spit spilling out and covering her cheeks. Some of it trailed down her chin, painting her face in a bubbly, transparent mosaic of saliva, and she let out a moan as you exploded down her throat, ropes of thick, sticky cum pouring into her mouth as she accepted your pent up load without spilling even a drop.

Your head spun from the force of your orgasm, your body leaning back against the headboard as Seulgi smirked, opening her mouth to show your cum before swallowing, opening it again to show that it was all gone.

“Shit,” you muttered as you recovered from your climax, and Seulgi giggled, crawling up to you with an insatiable grin.

“We’re not done yet,” she teased, before yanking the garment off entirely, revealing the rest of her perfect body.

Her figure was something to marvel at, her clean shaven pussy glistening with wetness in a perfect embodiment of sex, her ass was perfectly sculpted and shaped, and her soft but thick thighs that trailed off into muscular calves were absolutely stunning.

The mere sight was enough to make you stiffen again, and her hands rubbed you up to make sure as she ground herself against your shaft, sliding it against her slick entrance as she sat on your lap, smirking at you.

“You need a second?” she asked, slightly worried she was pushing you too hard.

“A-Always such a gentleman,” you managed out, a weak smile coming across your face as you poked fun at what she always chided you for.

Her eyebrow raised, chuckling before caressing your cheek softly. “I’ll take that as a no.”

She leaned back, pumping your shaft a few more times before she sank down on you, letting out a shaky exhale as pleasure shot through her body like a drug, an indescribable rush coming over her.

“You stretch me out so well,” she moaned as she adjusted for a moment, positioning her body comfortably before she began moving, lifting her hips up and impaling herself on your cock. Her cushiony thighs bracketed your sides, her breasts bouncing with each slam of her hips as she rode you, sweat beginning to slick her skin.

You itched to wrap your arms around her, to hold her down and push your hips up into her with the leverage of her whole body, to pound her on her back with her legs wrapped around you like you always did, but you couldn’t, your arms struggling against their restraints again to no avail.

Seulgi paid no mind to this, however, as she extracted whatever pleasure she wanted out of you, her warm, silky flesh convulsing on your shaft as she bucked her hips down on you, Her eyes were focused on yours, her face a mere inches away as her hands planted down on your chest, her nails digging in as she sought to find somewhere to release her pent up tension.

“Oh, oh, god, you feel so fucking good!”

Her gasps turned into whiny little moans as her walls clenched and unclenched around you, steadily driving both of you towards a climax as her pale, rounded ass rippled with every relentless bounce of her body. Her pace was steadily growing faster and wilder, her hair flying up and down as she moaned out in pure desire, and your cock was getting steadily more and more wet as her body responded to her growing need.

“I want to cum all over your fucking cock,” she growled at you, her facial features shifting like quicksand as she felt every little jolt of electricity that sparked up inside of her. “S-Shit, I want to cum all over you so bad.”

As rare as it was, you loved it when she talked dirty to you, when she treated you as roughly as she wanted to, a far cry from her usual playful, teasing self, tripping over everything and clumsily curling up by your side. If anything, the drastic difference between the two was what made it so fucking hot, and you couldn’t suppress your escalating groans of pleasure as she fucked herself with you, face a mere inches from yours, her breasts brushing against your chest ever so barely.

As every moment passed, you felt your need to touch her grow, her smooth skin practically taunting you as it glistened in the morning sun of the room, her breathless sighs and cries of pleasure ringing around you harmoniously. Every inch of her soft flesh that touched you was like a refreshing slice of fruit, nourishing you, and you slowly felt yourself growing crazier and crazier from your inability to feast upon her freely.

Your thoughts were interrupted when her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned forwards, kissing you hard and stealing your breath as she ground her hips harshly against yours, a muffled moan sounding out in your mouth as she came closer and closer to that breaking point.

Her head kicked back, her plump ass slamming down one last time before she let out a shrill shriek, her thighs quivering next to you as her fingers clawed down your body, her whole body trembling as she came wonderfully on top of you, her fluids leaking out from her glistening pussy.

She took a few deep breaths before she brushed her hair back from her face, a weak smile shining on her lips. “Whew, I could never get tired of that.”

It had taken all of your willpower not to explode inside of her right then and there, but you still managed a cocky, albeit weak, smirk. “Neither could I.”

She laughed quietly, letting out a small gasp as your cock throbbed inside of her. Pausing, she seemed to consider another idea for a moment before she turned her attention back to you.

“I’m feeling generous right now,” she began as she leaned over your body, undoing one ribbon. “So I’ll let you-”

As soon as she untied you, you leaped onto her, ripping the other restraint off and kissing her hard and fast against the bed, wrestling her for control until she was thoroughly beaten and forced to acquiesce to you. Your lips quickly moved downwards, attaching onto her neck and traveling to her breasts, suckling on her nipples and kneading the soft flesh that you couldn’t before.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you whispered into her skin as she gasped at your sudden attack, hands simultaneously pushing you off and pulling you in as if she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to keep controlling you.

Your hands roamed all over her body, tracing her curves and squeezing her ass, her pliant body opening up further to you as you rolled a nipple in between your fingers, pinching it gently and eliciting a soft groan from Seulgi. It was stunning how quickly she had gone from keeping you contained to melting into putty in your arms, and she bit down on her finger to keep from crying out as you continued your assault, flipping her body over and playing with with her breasts as she lay on her stomach, completely unable to resist as you pinned her down.

“O-Oh god, fuck me, please,” she begged, desperate for your cock to fill her again, and as you snaked a hand under her body, rubbing a finger against her clit, you felt a steady waterfall building up between her legs.

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” you teased, your body laying down on top of hers, your hard, glistening shaft poking through the soft and smooth skin of her thighs.

“Don’t tease me!” she whined as you slid yourself in between her legs, savoring the feel of her deliciously soft legs while grinning at her neediness.

“Well, that’s hypocritical,” you joked as her ass bucked up towards you, sticking up higher into the air and displaying her plump ass. She shook it, a thin line of drool falling out of her mouth as she begged.

“Please just fuck me?”

Though it was tempting to continue making her beg for you, you decided that enough was enough and quickly plunged into her, bottoming out harshly against her ass.

She could hardly even moan from the fullness of your cock throbbing inside of her dripping pussy, her fluids leaking even more copiously as you kept up the steady pace, making sure to draw almost all the way out each time and slam into her, penetrating her as deeply as you possibly could.

“O-Oh baby, p-please, j-just like that!”

Her hands clawed at the sheets in front of her, her mouth biting down on the blanket to keep herself under control, and you knew she was loving every second of it as you pounded into her roughly, her legs twitching and flexing with every movement of your hips.

Impulsively, as she moaned wantonly through a mouthful of blanket you spanked her, and a she let out a surprised shriek, her hands temporarily letting go of the sheets before regripping them tighter.

“You’re so tight,” you groaned as you pistoned in and out of her at an ever-increasing speed, her pussy lips gripping you tighter and tighter as her moans escalated in pitch and volume.

You admired the way her ass bounced each time your skin clapped against hers, the way her body would writhe and seem boneless underneath you as her mind and body slowly separated within the intimacy of the act itself. It was beautiful, passionate, and ever so arousing, only serving as even more motivation to speed up.

Well that, and the fact that she was tighter than anyone and anything else you had felt before, and her vocalizations and moans were almost as melodiously pleasant as her normal singing voice.

“F-Fuck me right there! Please, right there, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

Her wild cries of pleasure only urged you on more, and you soon felt yourself growing strained, your cock absolutely throbbing and threatening to explode inside of her, just as her walls began to clench erratically as well.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and her very being seeming to vibrate and tremble around you as you used the last of your stamina in this last, goal line moment, her breathing coming harshly and her face contorting in front of you as your body leaned over her in exhaustion.

“O-Oh, fuck-!”

She let out a scream as she came violently, her whole body convulsing and bucking up against your hips as you crashed into her one final time, burying yourself deep within her and letting go. Rope after rope of your cum filled her insides, your orgasm draining you like nothing ever had before, and you completely collapsed on top of her as your fluids mixed together, some of it beginning to seep out of her freshly fucked pussy.

She let out a weak whimper as her body was crushed against the bed, her fingers slowly releasing the sheets from the death grip she had held them in as both of your breathed heavily, trying to recover from your respective climaxes.

There was a long silence as the two of you basked in the afterglow of post-coital bliss, and Seulgi closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of your body snuggled closely against hers when you broke the silence.

“A-Are you okay?” you asked cautiously, worried you had crushed her. You slowly pulled off of her, your cock slipping out of her as you stood, leaning against the dresser for support while you looked for a suitable set of clothes to put on. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“I’m fine,” she laughed, rolling over on the bed like a little kid and wrapping herself in the blanket cutely so that just her head was poking out. “That was amazing.”

“Yes,” you readily agreed. “Yes, it was.” You leaned over to the original plate of breakfast food, bringing it back over to Seulgi and laying on the bed next to her while trying to feed her the last remaining pancakes.

She brushed aside the food and just smiled, leaning in and kissing you softly, melting your brain again as the two of you shared a much more chaste and tranquil exchange in stark contrast to the previous forty minutes of rampant sex.

“Happy birthday,” you whispered to her, a satisfied smile spreading across both of your faces as you popped a cold omelet into your mouth.

“I love you,” she whispered back, and the two of you stayed like that for a while, relaxing in each other’s quiet, fun presence.

There was no better way to spend a day off.

(And of course, the two of you did make it to your dinner reservation. Your sleep schedules however…)

A/N Happy Birthday to one of my ults! I wish her and her group success for another year and I hope you all enjoyed this little piece that I absolutely bricked on for like, 2 weeks until the idea finally came to me, but oh well, here it is! As always, thanks for reading and send me asks if you have any requests or questions. Have a wonderful day!

Distraction

It all started with Nancy walking around the house with no pants on.

Why?

Not a clue. What you did know was that it was seriously distracting, especially as you sat on the piano bench, rehearsing dutifully over a Zoom call the best you could.

When you had started the workday, noticing her nude lower half almost immediately as you scarfed down a quick breakfast, you hadn’t thought much of it. After all, she didn’t have any work in the morning, so you thought she might have just not felt like putting on pants.

Perfectly fine; not exactly normal, but you weren’t complaining. Maybe if you were lucky, she might be in one of those moods, and the two of you could waste the rest of the day fucking all over the house.

But again, you weren’t particularly concerned, especially when she greeted you warmly, giving you a “good morning” kiss and sitting down in the living room, pulling out her laptop and plugging her earbuds in, probably to watch a K-drama until you were done with work, you thought.

And for the first two hours, everything seemed normal.

That is, until at the end of your practiced performance on the call, while you were playing through your final orchestral piece, she decided to quietly tramp into your studio room, silently taking a seat on the small couch across the piano.

You had hardly noticed her tiny footsteps, your focus completely directed at the beautiful melodies plucking themselves smoothly out of the strings, your fingers fluttering up and down the keys with the familiarity of years upon years of grueling practice.

It was directly in the middle of a suspenseful silence in the piece, a series of pointillistic notes punctuated by long rests, when you realized she was in the room.

Then you saw her form in the corner of your eye, legs spread, fluids dripping all over the leather surface as her fingers slowly delved inside of her.

The message was clear.

Come fuck me.

Nancy had always had a penchant for the mischievous and mildly peculiar, being the petite troublemaker she was, but she’d never set foot into your workspace unless explicitly invited to.

“Classical music isn’t my style,” she said dismissively, and you had nodded, shrugging your shoulders, not particularly surprised at her opinion.

Yet there she was, curled up on the end of the couch, biting her lip with a sultry look on her face, fingers pumping in and out of her glistening sex with a slow relish that instantly took you out of your music-induced bubble of concentration, absolutely making a mess over the furniture.

Her eyes said everything that she was thinking, her mouth opening slightly as she hit just the right spot, a soft gasp echoing in your ears even as you continued to try and finish the piece, trying to ignore her and finish just through the last few minutes.

You could even read her lips, murmuring sweet nothings over and over again, her free hand hugging the cushion tighter to her body just as her other hand began to move more frantically, her legs shuddering, eyes closing at the increase in stimulation.

She looked absolutely desperate, desolate, perfectly needy and unsatisfied even as her fingers drove her further and further towards the point of no return, an impressive tent poking up in your pants as you imagined all the ways you could be pounding her; on her hands and knees, up against the wall, on top of your cock, or lying below you with her legs wrapped around your waist, moaning sensually with every stab of your hips, driving your length into her again and again and again until neither of you could think straight.

She, obviously, seemed to be thinking of the same thing, her hands easily yanking off her top, revealing the cleavage that had been struggling against the cloth beforehand anyways.

Her nipples were erect, stiffly poking out at attention, and she wasted no time in teasing herself through that means, her free hand pinching and kneading the gentle mounds while she slipped a third finger inside of herself, her hand pumping fast and hard, a debatable substitute for what she was really looking for.

Her eyes, half-lidded with lust, temporarily opened to watch you with a devilish smile, breathily sighing and gasping as if to tease you, taunt you.

It was as if she was saying, “You can’t touch me, but I know you want to.”

And fuck, you wanted to. You wanted to just stop playing the piano and rip your clothes off, to savagely leap onto her and fuck her into the couch while she shrieked your name out for the whole orchestra to hear. You wanted to make her beg for your cock, to make her squirm and plead, tease her for hours until finally giving her everything she wanted. You wanted to treat her like the little fucktoy she was begging to be treated like, to stuff your cock down her throat and fuck her soft tits, to pick her up and kiss her against the studio wall, to press her body up against the massive glass window in the living room and rail her against it for anyone to see.

You were dying to make a mess out of her, to make her scream while every ounce of her body was on fire with burning pleasure.

Yet there you were, continuing to pretend to ignore her, desperately trying to focus on your job, the last handful of minutes before you could leave the call and scold Nancy properly for being so creative.

The noises she was making suddenly became muffled, yet louder, and you quickly noticed that she had covered her mouth while her fingers rubbed her clit furiously, her eyes rolling back as she came. It almost seemed angry, her hips bucking wildly into her hand, and she couldn’t withhold her volume any longer, letting out an audible moan that she quickly silenced with her hand as her limbs trembled and shuddered from her orgasm.

You cursed her half-heartedly in your mind, eventually refocusing your attention on the music with superhuman mental effort and finishing the piece with some degree of the style and poise that you demanded of yourself as a musician, turning to applaud the orchestra for their stellar performance, even if it was only over Zoom.

There were a handful of cheers from the flutists and double bass players, the violists and the oboists, but the conductor eventually settled everyone down with a few pleased claps of his own.

“Alright! That was pretty good, so I think we can wrap up for today. Remember the concert this Saturday, and be sure to get there half an hour early so we can all get adjusted.”

The concert director then began talking, discussing some other trivial matters that flew right past your attention as you turned to look back at the couch, your eyes searching for the whimpering, boneless mass that had been there just a few moments ago.

Surprisingly, she was gone, a small stain of her inner fluid along with her top on the edge of the ottoman next to the couch. Then you heard her, shuffling beneath the piano, poking her head out from past the pedals underneath you with a devilish little smirk on her face.

“I’ll take care of this,” she mouthed to you, giggling quietly while you resisted halfheartedly, only slightly worried about being caught as her shaky hands slipped into your pants, stroking your rock hard shaft before letting it spring out of its confines, pulling your pants and underwear down ever so barely in the process.

You turned back to the laptop sitting on the edge of the piano, moving to leave the call when you heard the director call your name.

“Could you stay on the call for a minute? I want to discuss your encore piece.”

You were frozen for a moment, partially shocked at the question and also at the sudden sensation of Nancy’s lips wrapping around your cock, but you managed to nod nervously, suppressing the groan that threatened to bubble out as the warmth of her mouth enveloped your shaft, her tongue flicking up and down the firm flesh in her mouth.

“Great! The rest of you are free to go,” the director waved at the camera, and people quickly dropped off the call until you were alone with the man, a portly fellow with an amicable smile. He stepped closer to the camera, clearly somewhat uncomfortable in the situation before beginning to speak.

“About your encore, I remember you told us that you were going to play the Toccata in D Minor by Prokofiev last time, is that correct?”

Nancy, ever the tease, seized the moment when you were about to speak to take your cock all the way down her throat, controlling her gag reflex expertly and holding you there while her tongue continued to go haywire; the warm, wet surface soundlessly lathering your shaft in saliva and forcing you to do a double take as your words suddenly stuck in your throat at the spike of pleasure shooting through your midsection.

“Y-Yes, that’s correct,” you stammered, fighting the urge to close your eyes and buck your hips up as one of her hands began fondling your balls, teasing each heavy sack with her soft fingers even as she silently withdrew off of your cock, stroking you furiously with the other. She smirked out of your periphery, knowing full well that she had you completely on the back foot.

“That’s good, um, the chair of the Symphony just wanted me to ask if you might be able to play something else in addition? It’s just that the program’s a little short and-”

You broke into a fit of coughing suddenly as you choked back a groan, her lips sucking lightly on the tip of your cock, applying just the right amount of pressure to the head to make you feel weak in the knees while her innocent doe eyes continued to stare up at you, watching your every attempt to restrain yourself.

“Are you alright?” the man asked from behind the screen, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“N-No, I’m fine,” you replied shakily, clearing your throat awkwardly. “Just choked on something for a second.”

“Ah, of course,” the man chuckled heartily. “Though nowadays you never know, right? Joking, of course.”

You laughed at his words, glancing back down at Nancy’s head bobbing up and down furiously on your cock, the back of her throat vibrating gently with quiet hums of satisfaction, stimulating your sensitive and throbbing cock even more as you watched her lips cover inch by inch of your shaft, retreating just as quickly, before returning again, her cheeks hollowed to hold all of the spit inside of her mouth.

Surprisingly, she had been silent this whole time, stealthily sucking you off to the best of her ability, hands braced against your thighs and playing with your balls as she deepthroated you. Your cock was a length she had grown thoroughly accustomed to, and though she might have choked loudly before, you had certainly trained her enough to make sure she could take it all the way without making a sound.

She seemed to know this, smiling up at you as if to say, “Aren’t I a good girl?”, giving the leaking tip of your cock a soft kiss and licking away the precum that escaped under the pressure.

“Haha, yeah this whole quarantine situation has been difficult,” you replied in as friendly a tone as you could muster while your hot girlfriend slurped down your dick with relentless vigor. “But about the encore, I could play…”

You paused, struggling to think of another piece through the distracting pleasure.

“…Waltz in C-Sharp Minor?”

The director nodded, seemingly oblivious to the expression of restraint that passed over your face momentarily.

“Ah, Chopin? That’ll work. Alright, that sounds good,” he concluded, waving at the camera one last time. “I’ll see you on Saturday then.”

You smiled and waved back, your other hand jamming Nancy’s head down onto your cock harshly, holding her there. “See you then!”

Ending the call quickly, you slammed the laptop shut before turning your full, undivided attention to the stunning woman between your legs, still dutifully taking your cock to the hilt in her throat, something you knew she was more than capable of doing for extended periods of time.

Even after your hand released from the back of her head, she continued to gurgle and slurp loudly, relishing in the act itself before pulling back, all of the built up saliva inside of her mouth spilling out in sticky strands, the web-like lines of spit connecting your cock and her mouth until her hand cut the ropes, scooping it back onto your cock like a precious lubricant as she jerked you off relentlessly. The remainder smeared all over her face, spilling down her chin and falling down to her bare breasts, large, supple, and now wet with ample amounts of spit.

“You’re evil, you know that?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she feigned, watching you squirm in her grasp with her round, innocent eyes. “Maybe I’ll do this again sometime.”

She gave you a wink before she stopped stroking, her chest moving forwards, and before you knew it, she had pressed her delicious cleavage around you firmly with her hands and began fucking your cock with her perfect tits, grinding her chest with well-practiced familiarity.

The lubrication of her spit, along with the softness of her cleavage, was more than enough to elicit a steady stream of groans as she pumped your cock in and out from between her chest.

“Does that feel good?” she whispered up to you, watching your expression shift with every caress of her tits against the rock hard shaft between them, pulsing and throbbing for release.

The first time Nancy had ever given you such a pleasure was several months in, when she decided to change it up a bit one night. Needless to say, that change was very welcome, not because sex was boring with her, but because no matter how many times you felt those soft mounds envelope your cock, it would never get old.

‘Good’ simply did not do it justice.

“You know it feels fucking amazing,” you groaned out, feeling the chasm in your gut tighten with every moment that passed by despite your efforts to savor the feel of her breasts wrapped around you.

Every second was pure bliss, your pulsing shaft rubbing against her smooth, silky tits, and even better she simply looked up at you, her eyes boring into yours with a dark intent that almost made you shrink away if she weren’t so enchantingly beautiful.

Your attempts to hold back were further ruined when she began to take the tip of your cock into her mouth at the end of each thrust, your pelvis beginning to develop a mind of its own, pushing farther and farther up until finally, you could take no more, erupting into her mouth, filling her needy throat with cum that she rapidly began to swallow.

It swished around in her mouth as she sucked the head of your cock, trying to draw out every last drop before she gathered it on her tongue, opening to show it to you before gulping it down greedily, licking her lips to collect any nanoliter that might have leaked out.

“I appreciate the meal, but don’t tire yourself out too much,” she teased, gracefully getting to her feet as you slowly regained your bearings, head spinning. “It was delicious, by the way. I’ll definitely consider doing this again.”

With that, she confidently strode out of the room, disappearing into the bedroom, presumably to put on some clothes.

And you could only shake your head in disbelief, still trying to catch your breath as she sauntered off. Then you opened your laptop again, and noticed the call was still going.

“Shit.”

———————————-

A few days later

Despite your fears, the concert was fine.

In fact, it was more than fine: it was great! Everything ran smoothly, your playing was even and clean, undistracted by any more sensuous showings by your girlfriend, who was watching lovingly from the front row as you indulged yourself in one of your longtime passions.

Music, after all, had run a long time in your life, leading all the way up until you had finally gotten the opportunity to play with a critically acclaimed orchestra, and you were glad you could pursue your dream as a pianist.

You had been simply enjoying the night, speaking with some of the guests who had stayed behind when Nancy sidled up next to you, pulling you to the side with a gentle smile on her face.

“Hey,” she said quietly, breathlessly, as if she were nervous to speak to you after your performance.

She had arrived separately from you, coming from a work project with friends to see you perform, and needless to say, Nancy had clearly outdone herself in the fashion department.

“Hey,” you replied, smiling good-naturedly at her. “You look stunning.”

She laughed, flipping her silky hair effortlessly over her shoulder, her hand playing with the thin top of her dress. “I don’t know, I’m not as thin as some of the others, but I guess I do alright.” Her hand gestured over her body as if something were wrong with it.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you assured her, raising an eyebrow at her self-consciousness. “You’re the only one here who turns heads.”

The chatter around the two of you seemed to deafen slightly, both you and Nancy completely absorbed in your own conversation. You reached out to grab the two of you a glass of champagne each, handing a glass to her before taking a sip yourself.

It tasted like shit, but with the remnants of your performance adrenaline pumping through your veins, what difference did it make?

She drank the acidic drink after you, blushing slightly before biting her bottom lip innocently. “Honest?”

Playfully, you pretended to pause, glancing over at a random woman across the room. “Well, you and that curvaceous beauty over there, but-”

She punched you lightly, laughing. “Wow, what a jerk. Can’t believe anyone would even date an asshole like you.”

“Yeah, imagine dating a musician. That would totally ruin your financial life.”

She broke out into laughter again, looking much more relaxed and comfortable with you than she had just moments ago.

It always surprised you how easily she could be wild and spontaneous, switching into a well-put and polite girl to the next. Some days she was a wild animal in heat, wrestling with you wildly in the sheets, while other days she was nothing but the gentlest creature, tender and in need of sweet cuddling. Versatility was her very being, her innate ability to be serious and focused, playful and fun, or sexy and alluring all at the same time.

She suddenly leaned in close, flashing you a self-explanatory look before discreetly placing a small plastic object in your hand, rounded and smooth, soft yet solid.

“What’s this?” you asked, perplexed until you glanced at it, the pink, rubbery color immediately alerting you to what she was thinking.

“It’s your surprise,” she whispered, blowing into your ear gently before pulling back, standing primly in front of you with her hands folded in front of her, eyes staring at you with a bratty sense of disobedience even though she hadn’t even done anything wrong. “Try it.”

You knew what it was the instant you had caught a glimpse of it, and as your fingers ran over the ridges of the buttons, you smiled gently, pressing once and eliciting a soft breath from Nancy.

“Do you like it?” she asked, wincing slightly at the tremors beginning to run through her body, her knees already starting to feel weak despite the relatively low stimulation.

“I love it,” you murmured, pulling her close and giving her a quick peck. “So what’s the plan with this little distraction?”

She winked at you.

“That’s for you to decide.”

Downing her glass of alcohol, she let out an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction before looping her arm through yours, smiling up at you brightly.

“You know, I never knew you looked this good in a suit and tie,” she remarked, her fingers fiddling with the knot around your neck. 

You smiled coyly at her compliment, rewarding her by increasing the intensity of the vibrator inside of her, and though her legs buckled slightly for a moment, she quickly straightened back up, walking slightly stiffly and breathing heavily from the surprise.

You let it sit at that mid-tier vibration level for a few moments before toning it back down to the lowest level, letting Nancy let go of the breath she had inadvertently been holding while you brushed the side of your face against her hair, hovering just around perimeter around the crown of her head.

“Your O-word is ‘tangerine’, okay?”

She nodded, and you were immediately greeted by your biggest worry of the night: the director, who caught sight of you and quickly made his way over.

“Incredible performance up there,” he congratulated, shaking your hand and bowing to you. “My wife and I, we really loved every minute of it. Thanks again for adding the extra encore on the side.”

You nodded politely, laughing it off. “Oh, it was nothing. I had it on hand anyways so it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Yeah, it was just such short notice that I personally thought it was a bad idea, but the board…well, you know how it is,” he chuckled, patting your arm before wiping away some of the sweat on his brow with a handkerchief.

While he had been talking, Nancy had been slowly leaning on you, ever so slightly, and she let out a barely audible sigh of frustration as the vibrator continued buzzing away inside of her, rubbing ever so barely against her clit as you kept it on the same low setting.

She glanced at you, fidgeting slightly beneath the long flounce of the dress, her legs rubbing together as inconspicuously as possible to avoid attracting attention to the friction she was trying to relieve.

“Anyways, is this the lovely lady who evokes such passionate emotion in your playing?” the director asked suddenly, smiling at Nancy, who managed a nod and a smile back while her face began to flush slightly.

You laughed, subtly turning the vibrator up one notch, observing Nancy’s almost imperceptible little gasp before responding.

“Yes, this is…” You gestured forwards, motioning for Nancy to introduce herself more formally.

“I’m Nancy,” she said quietly, somewhat short on breath as she tried to contain the quiet whimpers that threatened to escape her throat.

“It’s nice to meet you,” the director said happily, clearly completely oblivious to any of Nancy’s slight visual symptoms of euphoria, shaking her hand firmly while she struggled to even force her fingers to close around his hand without clawing into it. “So are you a musician as well?”

Nancy shook her head.

“N-No, I work at an architectural firm.” She cleared her throat awkwardly before glancing at you, the needy look in her eyes telling you everything.

He looked like he was about to mention something else, his mouth opening again in the same friendly, social way that it always did, but he was quickly called for by one of the backstage workers with something he had to manage.

“Hopefully, you’ll be willing to come back and perform again,” he said hastily, waving goodbye and bidding a hasty exit while you and Nancy stood, watching him retreat before she let out a quiet moan, one that was just loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough for the others in the room, and she trembled slightly in your arms as you continued walking about, watching the guests slowly trickle out of the ornate theatre hall.

“Don’t try too hard,” you murmured to her, holding her close to you while brushing her hair with one hand, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead while she stared up at you, mouth slightly open. Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips when you cranked the vibrator up again, and she bit her lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, to prevent from crying out. “It’s okay to lose.”

She laughed breathlessly up at you, starry eyes staring up into your irises, a brilliant, warm chocolate brown glazing over momentarily before clearing. “I know I’m going to lose. I just want to have a little fun while I’m doing it.”

Shifting in your embrace, she turned so that her back was facing you, rubbing up against you slightly with a flirtatious smile. “Maybe, y-you’ll have a little fun too.”

At this point, the theater had completely cleared out, yet the spotlight remained shining down on the stage, the rest of the large performance hall darkening as the lights slowly dimmed.

Nancy, who had been attempting with mighty effort to stay upright, finally caved, her legs seizing up as an unconscious groan escaped her lips, echoing off the acoustic walls. Her hands gripped at you tightly, clutching to the expensive fabric of your dress clothes as she let out another moan, louder and without restraint, stumbling and almost falling until you caught her.

“Oh, oh, i-it’s so fucking…g-good,” she whimpered into your ear as you held her limp body in your arms, her legs writhing underneath the veil of her dress while her hands pulled even tighter at your shirt, tugging you close and kissing you hard in an attempt to silence herself.

In one swift motion, you swept her off her feet, lifting her up in your arms and carrying her tense form forwards, slowly advancing to the stage while she continued to make out with you, her hands looping around your neck, fingers tugging through your hair, scratching your back, pulling you further and further in. Her muffled sighs vibrated in your mouth, her tongue pushing and pulling against yours as if her life depended on it, the slick pink surface sliding in and out of your mouth with perfect ease of access.

“T-Tangerine,” she mumbled in a daze, and you nodded, brushing some of her messy hair back.

“I won’t stop you. Not tonight.”

You pulled back, breathing heavily, your own clothes and hair becoming disheveled, and you finally pressed the remote one last time, the vibrator buzzing furiously inside of her at its highest setting, and she let out a shriek, her resistance collapsing entirely as her body shuddered, eyes struggling to stay open as you finally brought her underneath the spotlight, holding her up on her feet even as her knees buckled, her legs slowly giving out as her body melted into putty.

“K-Kiss me,” she pleaded to you. “Please?”

She came moments after your lips met hers, letting out a wail into your mouth as she let you have your way, plundering her warm mouth with your own tongue as she tried not to break out into a scream. Her hands, her slender, thin hands, pounded on your chest weakly as her eyes squeezed shut, her whole mind condensing with the pleasure before all of it rushed back out, sensations flooding through her, and she fell to the ground, bringing you with her in a heap on the ground.

She was gorgeous as she laid there, hair splayed out messily, her chest rising and falling steadily as she fought for her breath back, the vibrator continuing to stimulate her hypersensitive clit even after her orgasm, drawing out quiet whimpers, her hand reaching for your hand that clutched the remote.

You turned it off, careful not to give her too much, and let your hand rub her back soothingly, giving her several minutes to cool off.

When she finally lifted her head to face you, it was still slightly red, but her lips were smiling at you contentedly and slowly, shakily, she sat up, leaning her head against your shoulder on the stage, the spotlight still shining down on the both of you.

“Are you okay?” you asked, an arm snaking around to hug her closer.

She burrowed further into your neck at your words, closing her eyes contentedly in tired bliss.

“Can we just stay here for a moment?”

You smiled softly.

“Of course.”

—————————————-

A few days later

When Nancy came back home, fresh from a monthly work conference wearing a tight blue button-up shirt and jeans on, you didn’t know what she expected you to do.

As in, how the fuck did she think that wearing something that looked that good on her was going to end in any other way than…well, a very pleasant distraction.

Of course, none of your gawking was noticed immediately, given her growling stomach and the platters of food you had set out for the two of you, hoping to enjoy a quiet dinner date during lockdown, but seriously.

How did you ever get so lucky?

You were almost jealous that some random guy out on the street had seen your girlfriend with that outfit on before you had even laid eyes on her all day.

Absentmindedly, and still oblivious to your gaze, she circled around the table, quickly sampling a piece of beef and potatoes, her slender pink tongue licking the sauce off of her lips as she ate the freshly made food, practically still steaming on the plate.

“Whew,” she coughed after she swallowed it, fanning her mouth. “That’s spicy. A little too spicy. Could you get me a glass of water?”

You took a soft step towards her, approaching her cautiously, until you were almost completely pressed up against her, her head tilting up to look at your face just as you leaned down and captured her lips. At first, she let out a surprised little gasp, but she quickly relaxed into your grip, your bodies steadily pushing back until you ran into the massive glass window behind her.

Your hands interlaced through hers, lifting her arms and pinning them above her head as you continued to deepen your actions, each kiss steadily becoming needier and messier until both of you were panting, breathless, and desperate for more.

She pulled her hands free, pushing you back against the dinner table with a rough clang, sending some of the utensils rolling before she resumed your furious liplock, her small frame aggressively pinning you down against the wooden table and forcing a groan from deep in your throat as you felt her hips rub against your straining cock underneath your pants.

“Miss me?” she asked, smiling down at you coyly as she took her hat off, setting it delicately on the chair next to her.

“Fuck yes.”

Her smile grew a little wider and she stepped back, pulling her shirt off before you were back onto her again, your lips attacking her smooth neck and suckling the soft skin as she sighed, her body curving against yours as your hands moved down to squeeze her ass through the fabric of her jeans.

She let out a soft moan at your touch, pushing her chest up towards you as she stood on her tiptoes, trying to give you as much access as she could, which you took gratefully, pulling her bra off over her head and suckling her exposed breasts.

They were tender and large, supported and supple, even while your lips nipped and sucked at the surface, leaving the nipples swollen and covered in spit. You could never get enough of her perfect tits, the soft mounds pliantly acquiescing to your gentle prods and ministrations.

While you focused on pleasuring her tits, her hand slipped under your pants and underwear, grasping your cock with a smooth hand and beginning to stroke softly, rubbing the head, then traveling down to play with your balls.

“Oh…oh god,” she murmured into your ear, both of you simultaneously groaning as you tried to please each other, her hand rubbing faster and faster, your own hands squeezing just a little more roughly on her sensitive breasts, traveling down her abdomen and testing the wetness between her legs.

You felt your cock begin to throb under the pressure, precum spilling out over her fingers when you stopped her. “Clothes off. Now.”

She acquiesced obediently, stripping down, revealing inch by inch of her pristine, unblemished and smooth skin with an almost shy bashfulness, eyes flicking up to see your appraisal even though she knew exactly what you were thinking.

Fucking gorgeous.

She took a cautious step towards you, almost as if she was afraid of a rebuke that you would never, could never give while she looked so vulnerable, hapless, exposed. Her hands gently pulled down your pants and boxers, slowly letting your stiff cock spring free as she stared down at it with a hunger, licking her lips again with dark intent.

Clearly, the quantity of pepper you had added to the beef was no longer an issue for either of you.

She got on her knees, still staring up at you with thoughtful, wondering eyes that twinkled with energetic eagerness as she slowly began to take your cock in her mouth, softer and more sensually than she usually did, with patient, steady, rhythmic bobs of her head. As the first few inches disappeared into the warm cavern of her mouth, your hands drifted down to the sides of her skull, holding her head in place as you began to move your hips in tandem.

She recoiled slightly with each thrust of your cock, with each slip of your stiff shaft sliding down her drooling throat, but she refused to give in, thoroughly used to your rough treatment of her as your fingers began to grip her hair tighter, pushing her farther down onto your cock, dragging her along with your movements until her back was pressed against the window and you were thoroughly drilling your cock down her throat, pistoning it as far as you could until she finally gagged, the airtight seal of her lips faltering momentarily as you pushed her limits.

Her head thudded gently against the glass each time, almost making you worry you were hurting her especially with the tears that ran down from her eyes, but she didn’t make a sound, save for the occasional moan and the gurgling mess that bubbled up from inside of her throat, beginning to feel raw from the way you were slamming into the back of her throat.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” you murmured, eyes locked on hers, and she nodded vigorously, attempting a smile but failing when you filled her desperate mouth with your throbbing flesh again. “Do you like it when I use you like this?”

Another nod, just as vigorous but filled this time with the sounds of her choking on the stiff meat in her throat.

“Are you my little slut? My little fucktoy? Do you like it?”

A muffled moan resonated from inside her throat, and you smiled, sliding your pulsing cock out of her mouth before slapping it on her face, rubbing it all over her soft, unblemished cheeks and face, wiping her saliva all over her.

“Good,” you praised, gripping her by the arm and lifting her to her feet before pressing her up against the window, her breasts squishing against the cold surface and sending a shiver down her spine.

“Just fuck me already” she begged, voice trembling as you rubbed your cock up against her pussy lips, feeling the fluids coat the tip. Both of you let out a little groan as you slipped slightly in before pulling back out. You smirked at her neediness, one hand gently reaching around to caress her chin lightly, fingers wrapping around her neck as she shuddered with anticipation.

“Maybe I won’t,” you teased. “Maybe I’ll tie you up and leave you here like this, a good little slut crying and begging for my dick to stretch your tight pussy.”

She tried to buck her hips back against your cock but you caught her, warning her with a click of the tongue.

“Come now, you know I don’t like that,” you said, just as teasingly but with a dangerous glint in your eyes, not that she could see it with the way she was mewling for you to fill her. “I guess I’ll have to punish you for that.”

You lifted your hand, bringing it down with a resonating clap against her ass, a loud gasp emanating from Nancy. Then you did it again, and again, and again, and again, until she was groaning both from pain and arousal, leaking pitifully from her dripping pussy.

“Are you going to apologize?”

She managed a smirk, a defiant spark growing in her eyes. “W-Why should I? Don’t you want to just stuff that big fucking cock of yours into my tight little pussy? Don’t you want to make me scream so all of our neighbors can hear how good you feel? Don’t you want to pump me so full of cum that I feel swollen?”

You answered her question with a harsher slap on the ass, your eyes narrowing at her rebellious attitude, but she just giggled, moaning as you spanked her for her insolence.

“Maybe I do,” you smiled viciously down at her. “But if you keep this up, you think I won’t just leave you here? You think I won’t just call one of your slutty friends and fuck them instead?”

You tapped your chin, smirking as you pretended to think.

“Yeonwoo, was it? Maybe I’ll even fuck her right here, in front of you,” you taunted. “Maybe her pussy’s even tighter than yours.”

She gasped at your words, staring back at you, trying to gauge whether or not you were serious, and while you knew you would never do such a thing, your taunts were enough to rile her into submission.

“Apologize.”

You spanked her one last time, despite the redness beginning to rise on her plump ass, and she whimpered, “I-I’m sorry.”

“That’s a good girl,” you cooed, caressing her stinging flesh to alleviate some of the pain before you plunged your cock into her, pushing yourself all the way to the hilt as her wet walls struggled to acclimate to your length slamming into her.

Nancy moaned loudly at the feeling, her palms flattening against the glass as you fucked her roughly, your hips pounding in and out of her deliciously tight core, squeezing your shaft in all the right places.

“Is this…is this what you wanted?” you groaned out, struggling to breath as you fucked her, and she could only moan in response, fully immobilized by the pleasure racing through her and rendered incapable of thought.

The flesh of her ass rippled with every impact, her body absorbing all of the heavy force you were using with every thrust, and she could hardly even feel her toes with the way you were using her, forcing her higher and higher on her feet as you railed her from behind against the window, just as you had wanted to.

Nancy was incredibly tight, the friction inside of her pussy practically nonexistent as you sawed yourself in and out with ease, filling and stretching her pussy just as she wanted you to.

“O-Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…you feel so good!”

Her vulgar words, accompanied by her shrill cries of pleasure only encouraged you further, and her body began to weaken and shake, her arms clawing desperately at the glass to no avail as your cock speared her against the window with reckless abandon.

“Do you like how my cock feels inside of you?”

“Fuck yes, I do. I love how it makes me feel so fucking full, I love how your cock ruins me, I love how fucking deep it is, I can feel it in my fucking stomach, oh my god, fuck!”

She trailed off, her mindless rambling turning you on even more than you thought it could, and you could feel your cock throbbing inside of her convulsing pussy, squeezing and milking you desperately for every last drop of cum she could get.

Every sensation dripped with lust, every cry, every noise, every movement that either of you made, was coated in sweet, sweet desire, a drink of carnal need that poured welcomingly over your bodies and minds as both of you weaved drunkenly around your bliss.

Her luscious thighs trembled out of the corner of your eye, held up simply by your cock skewering her through, and your arms quickly wrapped around her waist for support, a hand reaching down to play with her sensitive clit to her delight, pushing her ever closer to her orgasm. Your other hand slowly skimmed upwards to her breasts, still pressed tightly against the glass, tickling the soft mounds before squeezing one roughly, rolling the nipple in between your fingers with the sole intent of making Nancy explode.

Her face was red and flushed, her eyes open but unseeing as she gasped, mouth agape with moans flowing out steadily, increasing in pitch and volume without a care in the world.

“Cum with me,” you whispered to her, your hand rubbing her clit faster and faster until she could barely breath, her lungs struggling to take in oxygen as you overwhelmed her senses with electric pleasure.

She let out a scream as she came all over you, her walls constricting around your pulsing and throbbing cock as you continued to pound her through her orgasm, her eyes rolling up into her head as she sagged in your arms, muscles twitching weakly as you desperately used her body with the last of your strength, exploding with thick, heavy ropes of cum, painting her insides and filling her up just as she had asked you to do.

Both of your bodies gave out, bringing you both to the floor in a heap as she fought to catch her breath, your cock still embedded deep inside of her.

“Shit,” you panted, slowly cradling Nancy’s limp body in your arms as she whimpered, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rumbling through her, your hot semen leaking out of her pussy steadily.

Her eyes had returned to their original state, clear and calm, innocent and curious, and she smiled absentmindedly as you laid with her on the floor, brushing her hair with your fingers.

“You okay?” you asked, almost jokingly. After all, you’d certainly fucked her harder before and she hadn’t sustained any injuries with the exception of some soreness between her legs.

As if to answer your question, her stomach growled, and she laughed. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Slowly, you helped her to her feet, her knees wobbling slightly as your shaft finally slipped out of her, along with another small drip of mixed cum, which she eagerly licked up off of the floor before cleaning your cock off with her mouth.

“Delicious,” she smirked, licking her lips before sitting back down at the table, naked, across from you with a smile. “God, I haven’t eaten anything since last night.”

“What the—I tell you to eat breakfast every morning, you moron!”

She giggled, shrugging.

“Maybe if someone hadn’t distracted me when I was trying to get dressed, I would’ve had the time to…”

She trailed off, cheerily brushing it off before fixing you with a “hungry” look.

“Eat up,” she said, smiling dangerously. “You’ll need it for tonight.”

Swallowing a piece of spicy beef, you smirked right back. “And why’s that?”

“Because I’m gonna show you who that cock belongs to. And let me tell you, it’s definitely not Yeonwoo, or any of my other ‘slutty friends’.”

A tingle of anxiety ran down your back at her thinly veiled threat of a wild, insatiable night.

Guess I’m going to be late for rehearsal tomorrow.

A/N: Hello! This is more like a 3-series set of fluffy smuts that I decided to compile into one story because the overall universe is the same, and also because I wanted to include a kinky part, then a fluffier part, then another wild smut at the end. Also an additional disclaimer, I wrote most of this while I was in a BFH (really, this is an incredible acronym) so editing is minimal. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading, and as always, asks are encouraged and appreciated! Thank you!

Animals

It was hard to meet new people, you realized.

You wouldn’t say you were too extroverted, but you certainly were never one to hold your tongue, nor had you ever been quite unable to speak to someone.

“Guess there’s always a first,” you thought, fidgeting awkwardly in your seat while watching the demonstrations for a class sponsored by your gym. 

You were a regular there, passing by usually once a week to lift some weights or do some cardio just to make sure you weren’t falling too out of shape. Being a former athlete made you at least slightly conscious of your body, so you made it a point to maintain a healthy lifestyle.

That being said, it wasn’t every day when every second was a struggle, your face turning an interesting hue of red as you focused on the exercises. Even stranger, those exercises weren’t even difficult.

So why were you so flushed?

Well for starters, you weren’t the one exercising. And secondly, the class wasn’t just any ordinary ‘how to lift weights more effectively and properly’. No, the class you had so unwisely decided to attend was for lap dances.

Specifically, young adult to middle-aged couples trying to spice up their sex lives with the perfect 5-6 minute sequence of grinding, teasing, and sometimes (though not at the moment) stripping.

The class was taught by one of your closest friends, Wheein, and her partner, Hwasa, both of which had suggested it to you when you had been dating Eunbi.

“It’ll be fun,” they had said, promising to slip you through the extensive reservation process and overall sign-up feature, not that you needed much convincing if it meant a free lap dance from someone as hot as your girlfriend.

Well, ex-girlfriend now, technically.

Messy breakup aside, the reservation was permanent, your money having been taken beforehand, so you had decided to go anyways. It couldn’t be that bad, right?

“Just put yourself out there,” Wheein had said reassuringly, patting your back while you chugged down a beer in the aftermath of the final argument. “This class honestly might be what you need to get over it.”

Get over it my ass.

You cursed your awful logic as you watched Wheein and Hwasa walk around the room, helping people smooth out their moves and maintain better technique.

The only bright part about the entire situation was your partner, a young, fit woman who seemed to be about your age, with flowing dark hair and a shy face that wore a smile of quiet humor. She had been the only other single person in the room, sitting in the corner wrapped in a loose white jacket, her eyes barely even meeting yours as she took the seat next to you.

Her nature intrigued you, and she quickly folded her arms and withdrew into herself, occasionally moving her body to the rhythm of the music in a seated pantomime.

In any different scenario, you might have tried to talk to her or get to know her better, maybe ask her out for a drink or coffee, certainly a name, at least. In literally any other place, you would have had the courage to make a move or speak a word.

But nope. Not here. Not while 10 other couples got down on each other, engaging in sexual activity. Not only was it sexual, some of it was truly horrifying. Contortionist audition levels of horrifying.

“What’s wrong with me?” you thought, the usual daggers of self-degradation slashing through you. “Why can’t I just enjoy myself?”

Eunbi’s surprised face from 2 months ago flashed through your mind again, her shocked and guilty expression speaking volumes as you caught her in your shared bed, another man underneath her.

Welp, there’s your answer.

“Ok, we’ll take five here,” Hwasa called from the front, stopping the couple she had been helping, hips around the room slowly stopping their movements and sitting back down primly. After all, it only made sense that at least some of the people there were slightly embarrassed.

You stood up and slowly walked out of the class, taking in the cool air of the hallway that was a sharp contrast to the humid and heavy atmosphere of the class, fanning your face to try and rid yourself of the odd blush in your cheeks when you felt a small hand tap your shoulder.

It was your partner, her lithe frame retreating from you as you turned to look at her.

“Oh, hey! We haven’t been properly introduced, have we?” 

She studied you for half a second, taking in your features before nodding politely.

“I-I’m Naeun,” she stammered, brushing her hair back before offering her hand to you.

Her palm was cold and clammy as you took it, her nerves clearly on display, and she seemed to melt even further into her crinkly jacket as you shook it firmly.

“It’s nice to meet you, Naeun,” you said as warmly as you could, smiling. Her introverted nature was somewhat cute, and you thought you saw her lips ticked upwards slightly, though it could’ve been just in your head. “I hope I don’t scare you?”

She laughed at your attempt at an icebreaking joke, her hand waving in dismissal at the notion.

“No, no, not at all, I just–it’s been a while since…I’ve had to get to know someone new,” she admitted, her hand tucking another strand of hair behind her ear.

Definitely cute.

“I just–I wanted to apologize for today, for, you know, I, um, not–”

“It’s no problem,” you brushed her concerns off with a friendly smile, trying to reassure her while maintaining your distance so as not to invade her space.

“I’ve…never given a lap dance before, so I was worried I might mess up or something,” she continued. She looked so unnecessarily disappointed that you had to laugh, assuring her again that it really wasn’t a big deal at all when you heard Wheein begin to call the class back into session.

“Ok, so far, how many of you think you’ve learned something?”

Several heads nodded, a few giggles being shared between partners as you sat, thoroughly ready for the class to be over. Your eyes locked with Wheein and Hwasa as they both smirked at you again. They were certainly going to get a piece of your mind, or at the very least, a lengthy whining.

“Well then, to wrap up our class for today, would anyone like to come up and try to show us?” Wheein asked, smiling warmly at everyone once she had their attention.

There was no response, everyone glancing at their partner and shaking their heads.

“No one? Come on, don’t be shy,” Hwasa prodded, her hands coming to her hips while she stood up from her chair.

The silence permeated through the air like a thick fog, hovering around for several seconds as the tension built, Hwasa and Wheein watching expectantly.

“W-We volunteer.”

The quiet and calm voice of the woman beside you rang out in the awkward silence, and you instantly felt your heart begin racing, adrenaline shooting through your body like a bullet of energy.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no.

“Wonderful! Why don’t you and your partner come on up and show us what you’ve got?” The corners of your friend’s lips twitched but she maintained her composure, struggling to hide her inner glee at your mortification.

“What are you doing? We didn’t even practice,” you whisper-shouted to her as she slowly pulled you up towards the seat at the front, your feet dragging slightly while you smiled incredulously, almost in shock.

She shrugged back with a weak smile and Wheein pulled out her phone, scrolling through a list of music.

“Any requests?” she asked, backing away from the mini-stage.

“Anything’s fine,” Naeun responded, trying to sound confident before turning her attention fully to your body spread out against the chair, your eyes darting from Wheein’s retreating form to the woman in front of you, her frail form almost trembling as she stood, waiting for the music.

A few moments passed by silently before your nerves finally got the best of you, forcing your body up from the chair, mouth opening to try and call it all off.

“Wait, Naeun, you don’t have to do this–”

She stopped you in your tracks, the soft, firm touch of her hand pressing against your chest as she pushed you back down. The music suddenly began playing, the beat dropping with a thud as she stood over you, something changing in her eyes, her expression, everything. Her hand ran up through her hair, flipping it back, and it was like a switch; lights off, lights on, showtime.

She sauntered closer, every step a strong, bold claim as she threw her jacket back so the sleeves were the only thing hanging on loosely, the skin of her toned midriff glimmering at you while she leaned forwards, brushing her chest against your face before turning to roll her hips with the music.

Everything felt suddenly in reverse; positive was negative, up was down, left was right. You could hardly keep your bearings about you as she bent down to a crouch, eyeing the tent in your pants with a soul-sucking look of lust that stole your breath away, especially when she quickly stood up again, this time to press her crotch against yours, grinding steadily with the beat of the music, turning to give you a sultry wink.

What happened to the shy girl from a minute ago?

Seconds passed by as she continued her devilish routine, whipping her hair around her and letting her hands roam over her own body, sliding down past her cleavage to between her thighs, stroking the cloth of her tight leggings softly as if to emulate how you wanted to touch her in that moment, a shocked arousal growing inside of the pit of your stomach as she tussled up her hair, letting some of it drape over her before biting her bottom lip racily.

The audience was, understandably, shocked at her performance, but she didn’t stop, straddling your lap and slowly creating that delicious, delicious friction between her pulsing heat and your cock, throbbing and struggling to burst out of your underwear from her ministrations.

She leaned over you, pressing her chest, abdomen, hips, everything into your body as she nibbled on your ear gently, whispering, “Oh god, I’m so wet.”

Your hands drifted to hold onto her waist as she ground herself into you, a tiny, practically inaudible whimper emanating from her with each spark of electricity that shot through both of your bodies, and her hands cupped around your face as she locked eyes with you, staring down deep, deep, deep into the very depths of your dilated pupils as the music slowly began to taper away, every beat beginning to quietly die off into silence when suddenly, she did the unthinkable.

She leaned down, her face falling and falling and falling until her lips attached themselves to yours, kissing you soft and hard at the same time, the impact of her actions landing like a bomb.

Wheein’s eyes were certainly as big as saucers at this point, some of the audience letting out audible gasps, but you didn’t give a shit. There was only Naeun and you in that room for all you knew, and the crackling, burning, aching desire that suddenly bubbled up inside of you like a geyser would not be contained, nor would it be stopped.

You needed her.

You could have been kissing her for hours when she pulled back, her movements halted on top of you as she looked down in a daze, the whole room paused in silence as if time itself had stopped.

You were so focused on Naeun’s body heat radiating against your chest that you almost didn’t notice Hwasa lean over to Wheein and whisper, “Wasn’t he single?”

Wheein just smiled knowingly, nodding and turning away. “He was. Not anymore.”

You were acutely aware of Naeun’s lips, lowering back down to stay next to your ear, the hot air from her exhalations tickling the sensitive cartilage.

“I want you,” she muttered to you through heavy breaths, her scent drifting through your body like a drug. “Shit, I want you so bad.”

Something inside of you gave way and you stood up quickly, her limbs still wrapped around you as you quickly escaped the eyes of the class and crashed through the door of the bathroom, your breaths coming hot and heavy from the pulsing desire flowing through your veins.

Not a moment went by when you pinned her up against the sink, kissing her harshly while she pulled off her jacket, tossing it to the side as her body blended into yours.

Her thin hands wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you in further as your lips detached with a pop, moving down to her neck and collarbone, marking up the succulent flesh with satisfaction as she let out breathy little moans into your ear, hips bucking up against your straining erection.

You let your hands roam over her body, squeezing and spanking her supple ass gently before moving back to her breasts, palming them through her bra and stroking the soft exposed skin with a feathery touch, back and forth, stimulating her as much as possible while avoiding her most sensitive spots.

“Fuck–ah–touch me,” she breathed out, gasping when you let your fingers brush over a stiff nipple, your tongue flicking out and suckling her collarbone as she writhed in your arms, the cold surface of the sink contrasting against her flesh.

“How did it feel? Teasing me in front of everyone there? And don’t give me that ‘it was my first time’ bullshit.”

She let out a string of murmured laughs, smiling through pants and quiet moans of arousal.

“I’ve had a few tips from friends. The real question is, how did it make you feel?”

“I think we both know the answer to that.”

She smirked, and indeed, you’d never felt so riled up before, so feverish and needy, like you weren’t in control of your own body, a third person watching yourself give over to your natural instincts entirely.

With a grunt, you spun her around roughly, pressing her midsection against the cool marble of the sink, the bright fluorescent lights shining down on both of you, one hand snaking around to feel up her firm abdomen while the other slipped into her pants, feeling the smooth skin and curving up into her sopping wet sex.

“No underwear? My, my, someone was feeling risqué today,” you whispered into her ear sensually, her arm wrapping around to loop around your head through heavy gasps of hardly contained lust.

“O-Oh, well-”

She stopped, biting back a moan as your fingers slowly teased her clit, rubbing small circles over the sensitive bud before stopping, teasing the folds of her dripping core as she struggled to regain her breath and train of thought.

Hell, you weren’t even sure if you could form a coherent thought with the way her hips ground against your cock through your pants, the curves of her ass and waist looking and feeling more tempting by the second.

“Satisfied?”

If she heard you, she didn’t show it, her legs caving in slightly as you slipped a dexterous finger in, then another, slowly pumping your hand in and out of her to her delight, her mouth opening and closing as she desperately tried to suppress her gasps and pants for breaths that threatened to morph into whiny moans.

“Yes, oh, oh, fuck yes!”

A smirk spread across your face as she melted into putty, the bones in her body seeming to dissolve as her mind drifted away from her, the only thought in her mind being the hand between her legs, the pleasure she was feeling, the sparks that were shooting through her veins so quickly that she thought she might explode at any moment.

She was beautiful as she unraveled, her face shifting rapidly in the mirror above the sink, eyes squeezed shut, mouth covered by her free hand while the other one desperately clawed at your arm, head, neck, then your arm again, before finally pounding against the marble. You could practically taste the tension inside of her muscles as the sodium-potassium channels opened and closed, opening and closing faster, faster, and faster until her inner walls were squeezing your fingers inside of her at a breakneck speed, clenching tighter and tighter in time with her squeals, oscillating cries of penultimate catharsis that echoed freely around the walls of the (thank god) family bathroom you were in.

Her head turned to the side, burrowing into the crook of your neck as she somehow found the respite to take a breath, mumbling, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum…”

“It’s okay,” you whispered back, pumping your fingers faster and slipping in a third finger to penetrate her even further. “Don’t hold back. Cum.”

Her vocalizations returned, louder than before, ringing in your ears but you didn’t have any mind to care or to silence her. Her body shuddered for several moments, a long, unintelligible moan of that final peak emanating out of her as she came wonderfully in your arms, a rush of fluid drenching your hand inside of her.

You held up her limp frame, your hand still gently caressing her under her pants, stopping only when she let out a low groan, shakily pulling your fingers out of her and tasting herself on your fingers lewdly. Her eyes locked onto yours, glittering darkly as you felt her warm, pink tongue run itself over your fingers, her head bobbing slowly to push your hand deeper down her throat. She gagged for a moment, a choked slurping sound coughing up from the back of her warm, wet throat.

“I want your cock,” she growled, pulling your hand out of her mouth and wiping off some of the drool that had escaped her lips. “I need it. Now.”

Luckily for her, you felt the exact same way.

Your pants were off in an instant, her own leggings pulled down to her ankles as she bent over against the sink, every inch of her exposed skin beckoning for you to touch.

A moment passed by, then another and another, your sense of reality taking a backseat to the view in front of you, Naeun’s plump ass on perfect display as the remnants of her last orgasm glistened on the puffy lips of her pussy. Sweat glimmered on her back, illuminated even more palely by the white lights of the bathroom, and as if in a trance, you slowly let your hands trace all over her body, feeling every contour and edge like you were never going to see her again.

“Give it to me already,” she murmured, wagging her hips at you as if to tell you to get it on. “Shove that big dick inside me.”

There was no more foreplay needed, no more heated liplocks, no teasing, lighthearted banter. Only her crushing need to be filled, and your equally desperate need to be inside her.

So you obeyed, plunging into her with one stroke that stole both of your breaths away, her eyes going wide at the sudden overload of sensations.

“Shit, you’re so fucking big inside of me. Do you like how that pussy feels?”

“Fuck yes. You’re so tight,” you groaned out, and her lips curved slightly at your words, only to curl back in pleasure as your cock slammed into her again, a sharp cry piercing the air.

She was like nothing you had ever felt, soft and warm, perfectly tugging and constricting, slick and pliant for your shaft as you parted her folds easily. Every buck of your hips was slow, yet powerful, made all the more satisfying by her movements in tandem, her hips kicking back and impaling her even deeper.

Her eyes were locked on her reflection in the mirror, watching your exertions as you fucked her from behind before staring into her own eyes, filled with lust and libido as she took your cock deep and strong inside of her.

“You like watching yourself?”

“I fucking love it,” she replied, her voice husky and punctuated with moans, shrill little exclamations of her satisfaction.

Your hands reached up to her sports bra, finally slipping under the irritating but fashionable garment, tearing it off of her body to expose her ample breasts, soft with nipples that were aching to be played with.

Naeun turned back to look at you, flinching when you flicked a nipple while her body recoiled with each thrust, a needy expression falling across her face.

“Come on, fuck me like you mean it,” she taunted with glazed-over eyes, your eyes narrowing at her provocation.

You slowed for a moment, studying her carefully.

“You sure you want this?”

“Don’t make me laugh,” she replied, assuaging your worries. She bit her bottom lip flirtatiously, not that she needed to reel you in any more anyways.

“Break me.”

At her words, you let go of your inhibitions, hands falling to grasp her waist, lifting her bare ass up and forcing her entirely off her feet, slamming her tiny body onto your cock with reckless abandon as she struggled to find words, sounds, anything to actualize the animalistic way you were using her.

“O-Oh…I…you…s-so fucking good…”

Her eyes were completely zoned out, her pleasure-addled state reflecting back at you in the mirror with every moment that you pounded away at her. She was practically dead weight, her whole body sagging into your arms as you threw her weight back onto your shaft, impaling her wet, tight core on you over and over and over and over again.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“N-No! Please–oh–don’t fucking stop!”

You smirked, watching the way her breasts bounced with every cycle, the way her walls tightened and clenched around you faster and faster, wetter and wetter until you knew she was on the brink of ruining herself on you.

“Touch yourself.”

Some of her lucidity returned at the clear command, your tone leaving no room for discussion.

“W-What?”

“You heard me. Fucking touch yourself while I’m fucking you, or I’ll stop.”

Her hand shot down to her clit at your threat, rubbing careful circles at first before she sped up, her moans coming on thick and loud, slowly increasing in pitch and intensity. She could feel it, the bubble of pleasure beginning to expand in her stomach, her head lowering to face the floor as she slowly felt herself approach her second climax.

“Keep your head up.”

Again, you caught her off guard, turning back to look at you with slight confusion before the pleasure caught up to her again, her hand and your cock working wonders inside of her body.

But she still hadn’t raised her head.

“I said, head up.”

You ramped up the pace further, pulling her whole body back so that her legs were spread out in front of her and her arms were pulled off of the sink as you bounced her on your lap, making her shriek in surprise. Your abs burned from the exertion, but you could care less as her hand flew to her mouth, biting down on a nail to keep quiet, eyes squeezing shut.

“Fucking watch yourself,” you said harshly with an equally harsh buck of the hips, some of her sense returning to her as she opened her eyes to see herself in the mirror, her hair a mess, sweat rolling down her face, a line of spit falling out of her mouth as you ravaged her senseless in the reflection. “And did I tell you to stop touching your clit?”

Her hand resumed its hypnotic movements, rubbing her clit furiously now as she teetered just on the edge of her orgasm.

“You love it, don’t you?” you whispered into her ear as her eyes focused on her ruined self, all of her shy innocence a weak front that had been broken down in less than an hour. “You pretend like you don’t know what you’re doing, yet you fucking love it when I ruin you like the little slut you are, don’t you?”

But she was gone, her eyes rolling up into her head as with one final thrust deep into her core, she screamed, creaming all over you with an eruption of fluids, drenching your bodies in a thick sheen of cum. Her hand mindlessly rubbed at her clit, squeezing out every last drop of pleasure from her orgasm as she let out a few shaky moans, surveying the wet, sticky mess she had made of your crotches and both of your pants, leftover liquid still dripping from her pussy, down her thighs and onto her leggings.

“Oh my…oh my god,” she groaned as you slowly deposited her onto her legs, massaging your abdomen and biceps, both of which had certainly gotten an incredible workout from carrying her for so long.

There was silence for a moment in the bathroom, with nothing except for the tired pants of you and Naeun. It was oddly peaceful, even if both of you had surely desecrated and cursed the ears of everyone outside that potentially could have heard your primal, unrestrained sex.

“Worth it,” you thought as Naeun shakily took a step, her knees giving way and she collapsed to the ground, caught in your exhausted arms even as your cock throbbed for release. Perhaps she could help me with that.

“Christ, you are…that was…” She blanched, caressing her legs gently to restore some of the feeling into her body.

“That was pretty wild,” you finished for her, looking down at her as she noticed your still-erect cock, shining and thoroughly wet from her climax.

“Ah, I’ll take care of that.” She slowly walked over on her knees, her hands trembling slightly as they caressed your balls, feeling the weight of each before wrapping around the shaft and pumping softly, much to your gratitude.

“You’ve lasted pretty long,” she said appreciatively, still stroking your cock but with a firmer touch now. “You almost made me forget I wanted to taste you.”

With that, she lowered her lips onto your pulsing shaft, her lips parting and taking a few inches down with a warm moan as her hands continued playing with your balls and the rest of your cock, her warm saliva slowly recoating you in another layer of mixed fluids.

Her technique was clean and easygoing, her tongue flicking the head gently before swirling around, spit bubbling out from her mouth as she did her best to pleasure you like you had done for her.

Your groans were incessant, maybe because you were so close to your own orgasm or because she was gifted, but it didn’t matter when she took the plunge, taking your whole cock down her throat in way that was sloppy and wet, yet still smooth and sensual.

Her warm tongue slid up and down the cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she slowly pulled her mouth off with a pop, her soft, pink tongue still tracing random patterns on your head.

“How’s it feel?” she asked, an interesting look of genuine curiosity on her face.

“Fucking amazing. If you keep going, I’m going to cum.”

She nodded, smiling before taking you all the way her throat again, not letting up until you hit the very back and she let out a quiet gag. Wrangling her reflex, she began to bob her head rapidly, fucking her mouth with your cock in a way that whittled away your endurance at a rapid pace.

All it took was a few moments as you tried to hold back, but finally, you submitted, giving in to your orgasm just as she pulled you out of her mouth. Your cum came in spurts, thick ropes of sticky, white semen that splashed over her face and into her hair as you made an absolute mess of the enchanting stranger you had just met that day.

Some of it dripped down on to her chest, trailing down her chin, but most of it was painted on her face beautifully, a fresco of sexual release.

She dipped a finger into some of it, tasting it with a smile before standing, licking her lips.

“I, um, I’m not really sure what the pillow talk is here,” she joked as both of you fidgeted a bit, hovering around naked after realizing what you had just done.

“Yeah, I mean…yeah, I have no idea what to say,” you stammered out, handing her a handful of paper towels to clean up some of the mess while you did the same. “That was…whew, quite a change of pace, I’d say. For me at least. I don’t know about you. I mean, I’m not trying to imply that you do this all the time either, I just-”

“It’s fine,” she laughed, waving a hand to dismiss your rambling explanations. Both of you wiped the surfaces in silence for a moment, until your hands suddenly bumped into each other on the sink.

You blushed, coughing weakly to hide it while she simply looked at you, a slow look of amusement spreading across her face.

“You know, you’re kind of cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“O-Oh, thanks. You too,” you managed out, trying to hide the smile that tugged your lips up anyways.

“I could use a shower,” she remarked, turning away from you as she dipped at her cum-stained face with a paper towel. “Maybe…you’d like to join me?”

You sighed as if in contemplation of the offer.

“Maybe. What’s in it for me?”

Her eyebrow raised at you as you looked away again, slightly embarrassed. “Well, I was thinking more sex, but if you had something else in mind…?”

You swallowed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck as you put your pants back on. “I was thinking…dinner? Tonight?”

When she didn’t respond, you looked away, stammering, “O-Only if you have time, of course. But it’s okay if you’re not interested, I’m not-”

You felt her hand on your shoulder spinning you around before she kissed you, long and hard against the door of the bathroom.

When she pulled away, she was smiling kindly again, all of the awkward shyness that had built up between you two over the class having dissipated completely.

“Dinner sounds great,” she said, taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom towards the lobby of the gym.

“W-Wait, aren’t the showers that way?” you asked, slightly confused.

“As if I want the whole gym to hear us fucking again,” Naeun joked, leading you towards the sliding glass doors. “I’ve got a shower at my place.”

When you two were out of earshot of anyone else, she winked at you.

“And next time, I want you to cum inside me.”

There were a lot of thoughts that were flying through your mind as Naeun dragged you along, pulling you to her car, most of which were completely silenced when she kissed you again, ravenously pinning you down against the passenger seat as she stripped down yet again, the insatiable little minx (not that you were complaining).

Through it all, however, even as you came dangerously close to getting caught having sex in a car, even when she had finally taken you to her humble apartment and had a quiet dinner with you, and even that night, when you were leaving and she had caught your hand with the gentlest of tugs and the sweetest of chaste goodbye kisses, one filled with the promise of an equally enjoyable next time, there was one thought that stuck in your mind.

Maybe the class wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

A/N: Hello! Been a little while since the last oneshot and I decided to finally focus on ONE specific draft to finish since I’ve hit 500 followers! Thanks for supporting my writing and reading this stuff even though I am quite the rookie in terms of experience. As always, feedback/asks are appreciated and welcomed. Stay safe and live responsibly! :)

P.S. This one gave me quite a lot of trouble because I didn’t know which Naeun x Adidas picture to use, so I’m gonna post the other one here because I feel like it’s also really nice, even though it’s kind of old and everyone has probably seen it a million times over. (That’s why I didn’t use it).

New Days

A decade ago, dreams had been easy to come by. You had been barely but a teenager, stumbling your way through school, blundering over social interactions with barely pubescent morons, arguing over the most useless simplicities with your parents. Life seemed so shaky, yet still so certain to you then, a clear path to college ahead of you, where you hoped you would eventually go on to graduate school and earn yourself enough distinction to land a solid job, maybe pull a long-term girlfriend with you in the process, get settled, then mess around for a few years before getting married, start a family, live through your middle years with relative peace and the occasional crisis, transition into old age peacefully and die happily, content and warmed by the comfort of a large, loving network of friends and family.

But times had changed.

Everything had changed.

That much was evident to you as you laid on a makeshift bed, a darkened room of the abandoned hospital around you, your left arm extended onto a desk for operation.

Your prosthetic arm.

You certainly never saw that one coming.

It was a metallic arm, resistant to rust and corrosion, filled with wires and plating to communicate properly with your mental impulses, an intricate machine, an extension of your body that was held in place to your shoulder socket by several tightly drilled screws, embedded tightly into your flesh like the shrapnel that had torn through your body that day.

But on the exterior of that mechanical, cold steel surface there were scratches of quiet, reserved emotions, colorful phrases scrawled on the edges, some fading, some still there. Phrases that warned you of the dangers of dying, and the impeding murder that would follow. Others were warm-hearted and sappy.

On the inside, there was a small compartment, a tiny space just above the wrist with nothing inside. It had been designed to carry smoke grenades, but those had been used up long ago, instead now housing a small (but empty) bottle of hand sanitizer for more presentable means.

Silently, the operation began.

There was pain, then a rush of fear as you felt the familiar process of your arm slowly being disassembled, opened up mechanically like a power box. It had been a long time since your last check-up, and your near-death experience surely didn’t help as a small cascade of sand poured out of the cracks and gaps onto the floor. There was a crackle, a twitch, sudden impulses running through your mind that forced your hand to clench and unclench as the technician tested the gears of your body, manipulating you like a puppet.

You flexed your machine bicep, forearm, tricep, even your deltoid under the dexterous fingers of the mechanic, fiddling and rewiring parts to improve performance, to make it a more efficient tool. It was silent again, then your arm went limp, the connection of the wiring having been severed from your brain.

Several tense moments passed as the technician stared down intently at your exposed inner arm, fingers intently looping and connecting various little gadgets, adjusting measurements and tweaking screws.

“I’m going to have to recalibrate your arm,” the masked worker said suddenly, her voice coming out muffled from under the sound of a blowtorch she was using to weld the arm shut again and from the metal visor that protected her face. You just nodded, your throat bone-dry.

The pain came back again, a temporarily pleasurable feeling until it quickly escalated, flooding over your mind like an endless inundation of acid. Your vision turned spotty; were you crying? Were you screaming? You couldn’t even tell through the skull-splitting headache that took you over like a drug. Definitely the craziest, trippiest shit you’d ever felt.

Nausea. Dizziness. Anxiety.

Your memories flashed through your head, various embarrassing incidents, prideful incidents, incidents where you had truly felt happy. It was like watching a television program.

You could hardly breathe, gasping like a fish out of water when everything suddenly stopped, your body returned to normal, heartbeat slowing, eyes blinking back tears as your technician leaned over, pushing up the metal face mask to reveal a kind, familiar face smiling wistfully down at you with what she had been looking for in hand.

It was a tiny bullet, buried inside of the maze of wires, having pierced through the side of your body before lodging itself in the crook of your elbow.

Her name was Yoohyeon, and she was the only part of your planned future that had come true. The only part of your life that had mattered more to you than life itself, the only living reason for fighting and rebelling. Reason enough to take the bullet. Reason enough to collapse in the middle of a wasteland, starving and thirsty, with the expectation to never get back up again.

You wouldn’t have gotten back up again if not for her and her squad, scavenging in unsafe territory for spare munitions and food, running into your motionless body, partially covered in sand and marked only by the sheathe of the hand-crafted dagger she had made for you before you had left. You remembered hearing Dami’s voice. Or maybe it was Siyeon’s? Bora’s? Even while lucid you could no longer recall, but you knew that you could feel Yoohyeon’s thin arms wrap around you, pulling you off the ground and lifting you all the way back to their hidden base of operations in a mental asylum. Even more acutely, you could have sworn you felt drops of rain fall onto your face, even as the hot desert sun shined down mercilessly.

But who really knew? The mind of a starved, delirious and injured man is truly not one to be trusted.

“Are you okay?” she asked, a tender hand caressing your face as if to soften to last thirty seconds of agony, wiping away some of the sweat that had built up on your forehead. “You really should take care of yourself better. Your arm looked in as bad shape as it’s ever been in.”

Her fingers tapped the sheets of metal rhythmically, her eyes boring into her work. “Honestly, it’s a miracle it didn’t just break down with all of the sand interfering with the wiring…”

Her voice trailed off as you breathed heavily for several moments, closing your eyes again and sagging into the blankets while Yoohyeon carefully held your cold, metal hand in her tiny palms, the feeling of her warmth relaxing you, even though you knew it was probably freezing to her.

Your eyes traced and retraced her features, high cheekbones, sharp nose, silky hair, a dazzlingly timid smile waiting to top it all off, and you had no idea how you had survived for so long without the sight of her, alone and struggling in the desert without any hope of salvation.

Then the silence came deafeningly around the two of you, a flustered blush burning through both of your cheeks awkwardly, the tension rising.

Say something, you moron.

But what? You were somehow dying to speak, yet your mind was entirely blank on everything you wanted to say.

How long had it been? Six months? A year? Two years?

“Y-Yoohyeon…”

She nodded quickly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear and leaning in to listen to your raspy voice, struggling to make out the words to communicate the overwhelming feeling of loss in your gut.

When you hesitated, she quickly backed off, thinking that you were trying to communicate something else. “It’s okay, don’t talk right now. I’ll get you some water and-”

“…I-I’m sorry,” you croaked out through a dry throat, your fingers clenching around hers as she began to move towards the bottled water, a look of heart-wrenching melancholy on her face as she slowly turned to look down with a smile. Your voice was quiet and hoarse from a lack of use, cracking pathetically as if you were trying to hit high notes in a karaoke bar. “I’m so sor-”

“Shhhhhhh, don’t be,” she tried to assure you, even as her own voice began to break, her eyes watering with unshed tears that she dabbed out quickly with the corners of her sleeves. “You need to drink something, you’re dehydrated.”

She tried to pull away again but your newly fixed arm held fast, holding her back with you tightly, but not too tightly.

“S-Stay,” you coughed out, groaning at the pain in the gunshot wound in your side. “Please?”

So with a reluctant sigh, she sat back down on the stool, holding your hand tightly while you looked as pale as death on the bed.

“You’re just as clingy as ever,” she mumbled quietly, tracing random patterns on your palm distractingly.

“It’s just the sand, I’m sure.” Your tone was in jest, but your expression was mixed with anguish as another jolt of pain rumbled through you with striking effect. “Fuck, that burns.”

The roaring silence resumed, a flood of languishing awkwardness dancing around the room the same way Muhammad Ali had done in his fights with Sonny Liston.

“Listen, I-”

“Minji and the others came back later than planned,” Yoohyeon interrupted with an almost monotonous, concrete inflection grittily coming out of her throat. “They tried not to tell me, but…I knew the instant I saw their faces.”

It was poisonous, each word, like vomit, stomach bile, lurching out of her like curses that she didn’t mean but had to say.

“They all thought—I thought—you were dead.”

Her eyes, her brilliant, brilliant eyes that shined like beacons truly seemed to dampen for a moment, dimming as she looked to the dirty floor in a daze.

“Yet, here you are,” she laughed softly, turning to place a hand on your cheek. “Just the same as the day when I found you.”

That day when she had found you, bleeding out on the doorstep of your burning house, your family’s corpses strewn around you while you struggled to stay conscious with a grievous arm injury.

You had to swallow another bout of tears at the thought, her hand softly tracing your messy jawline and weak stubble that had begun to build up under your chin.

“A lot has changed,” she said with a certain finality, staring down into your eyes with nostalgia, despair, anger, surprise, happiness, hope. 

At her words, you chuckled quietly, your own hand rising to cover hers on your face. “I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.”

A beat.

“I tried, I really did, it’s just when the ringing and the gunshots stopped and the… the…ugh, everything…they were just gone.” 

For a moment, her eyes stared into yours, as if to try and read your mind for the truth.

“I woke up alone, surrounded by bodies and dust, rubble and blood, half buried in concrete slabs of city pavement,” you said, though it sounded strangely desperate to you despite your steady voice. A plea for understanding.

She seemed to get the message, and slowly, she nodded at your explanation, soothingly cupping your face and brushing back your messy hair.

“I missed you so, so much, Yoohyeon, I-”

“I missed you too. And now, you’re back,” she whispered, interrupting you with a light punch to the chest, her other hand feeling the steady rise and fall of your heart within your ribcage. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, her hands feeling the warmth through your skin.

“Are you…are you really here?”

It suddenly dawned on you how surreal it must have seemed for her to suddenly uncover the body of an old friend buried in sand in the middle of the desert, and you laughed quietly, wiping away a happy tear before nodding, your own hands coming to rest over hers, basking in the warmth of the brightest, luckiest dream you ever had the privilege to have.

“I’m here.”

Slowly, after several moments of still, sweet tranquility, she moved onto the bed, curling up next to you with a sigh of contentment, her hands tilting your head to face her as she gazed at you in a way that…god, you just wanted to freeze time and stare back into her eyes forever, to drift off in this tiny bubble of time and drift off into the abyss, spending eternity with the person you loved.

The time you had spent apart, the aching in your gut that had called you back somehow, all the way to the place where you wanted to be the most. All of it was too good to be true, and certainly too shocking to be confined to something as substantive as time.

But alas, seconds ticked by, and just as you were leaning in, your lips closing the distance, there was a quiet shuffle, a creak of the door, and a crack of light slipped in like a thief at dead of night.

“What are you two doing?”

You, as well as Yoohyeon, jumped, turning to see an amused Dami peer into the dark room from the doorway.

“What?”

“What are they doing?”

“What’s going on?”

“I know you guys care about each other and everything, but can you save the fucking for-”

A scandalized gasp.

“Bora!”

 You both knew that your little reunion would have to wait as your friends burst into the room, swarming around you with knowing looks as Yoohyeon clambered out of the bed awkwardly, blushing when Bora whistled her approval.

“See? I told you, they were totally fonduing before we-”

“It’s none of our business, you nosy perv,” Minji shot back, smiling at you warmly as the rest of them crowded around your bed, observing your broken and battered self. It was a far cry from the unwavering and stubborn person you used to be, but all of you knew it was only a matter of time before you would return to that state of naive self-confidence. “How are you doing?”

“I’m quite well, tha-”

“Where’ve you been?” interrupted Gahyeon with an inquisitive tick of the lips, while Dami looked on with the same chic expression of indifference she always wore.

You opened your mouth to speak when there was a loud clattering sound by the door, and six heads whipped around instantly to stare down the offending Yoohyeon, who had been trying to sneak out when she knocked over a piece of medical equipment.

“Where are you going?”

“Yeah, what are you doing?”

“Get back here!”

The voices of the people around you were deafening, but you couldn’t help but laugh along, ignoring the pain ringing out from your ribs.

It’s good to be home.

——————————————————

While the rest of the day was quick, breathless, passing by faster than a crack of lightning, the night was not so simple.

The darkness was unsettling, mysterious, dangerous, and though the crickets chirped as they always would, the shrill vibrations bouncing through the broken windows of the hospital, the shards of glass and smears of blood along the walls were a constant reminder of your collectively permanent fear.

There were no corpses, no, those had moved on long ago to find a new resting place, but as the wind blew in through the cracked holes, disturbing the dust and dirt on the floor, the shadows that flickered along with the moonlight seemed to carry a very real, physical power to them, like visages of monsters you would rather forget about.

You stood at the end of the hallway in front of a door, staring past the glaring moonlight that swirled through, watching the stairwell door as if something might burst through at any moment, despite the fact that you had been shown the thick wooden barricades against the other floors.

You could still hear the groans coming from the other side of those doors, the rattling chains that easily kept the doors shut, yet still seemed to strain and threaten to break with no warning.

At least I’m not alone anymore.

Shaking your head, you cleared your thoughts of paranoia and anxiety before turning to face the door in front of you.

It was a smooth door, clean, with the marks of someone having polished it haphazardly, wildly scrubbing it with little real regard for the cleanliness but really just to get it done with.

The door seemed large and wide, a great big hulking chunk of wood with a circular knob that looked just like the kind that was jammed and would slide out of your grip no matter how hard you tried to turn it to open. Oddly enough, the door was pissing you off, taunting you like it was some kind of sage, which was obviously a ridiculous thought since it was literally just a door.

Not only was this door just a door, the door next to the one you were facing looked exactly the same, but looked as normal and peaceful as any other door might look.

“I must be going crazy,” you mumbled, raising your hand to knock when you hesitated, wrist trembling in anticipation. Do I knock? Do I not knock? How hard do I knock? How many times should I knock? But again, if I don’t knock, what do I do? Maybe I should just knock. Or maybe not. Should I?

“If you’re looking for Yoohyeon, her room is one down,” came a voice, disinterested and bored from behind you, your hand lowering sheepishly at the knowledge someone had seen you fidget in front of door like a stalker. Seconds later, Dami pushed past you, opening the door and looking back at your awkward self still standing in front of the same door. “You’ve got things to sort out with her, I’m sure. Just don’t be too loud about it.”

You nodded dumbly, still frozen in place.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Do you need something?”

There was a beat of silence before you responded.

“No, I, um…thanks?”

Her gaze didn’t change, but she gave you a curt nod before shutting the door in your face, the sound echoing down the hall.

You could’ve sworn you heard a snort from behind the door, but you paid it no mind, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your jeans, your legs slowly shuffling forwards, stopping in front of the next door.

Robotically, almost subconsciously, your hand lifted, knuckles braced, before you rapped firmly against the door once, twice, then three times, every sound bouncing around the walls of the asylum. Maybe I’m crazy and I’m just dreaming this whole thing.

Then the door opened, revealing a cautious face, peering out curiously to see the source of the disturbance. Her eyes seemed to brighten at the sight of you, her door opening slightly more, candlelight illuminating her room brightly.

“Oh, hey. I actually…I wanted to see you,” she said quietly, chewing her bottom lip nervously before her usual toothy grin was back. “Come on in.”

Color.

That was your first though as you observed her room, bright shades of pink, yellow, blue, red, practically any sort of vibrant, neon color was present here, like some sort of dreamy bubble that existed apart from the reality you both lived in.

All of the color that stood out in the room were accentuated further by the abundance of candles lining every dark corner, lighting up the room like it was the Festival of Lights or something. Before, you might have laughed at the childish, almost ridiculous displays of innocence that were so useless when every day, neither of you knew if you might have to kill someone to survive. Yet now, as you stood in her room, smelling her faint scent, feeling the energy of her personality jump out around the walls, you simply enjoyed the fact that all of it was genuine and true, an honest representation of the kind of person Yoohyeon really was.

A soft, tender, misplaced girl in the middle of a freakish world that should never have happened.

“Now I know what you’re gonna say about the decor, but I swear-”

“I love it.”

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, looking you up and down as if to make sure you were okay. “What?”

“I like it,” you repeated to her, laughing softly while brushing a hand over a tiny Pikachu toy that you had found for her as a gift when both of you were on a raid for supplies. “You still kept this thing?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” she shot back, snatching it out of your hand before placing it back where it belonged on the shelf, amongst its other companions. “You gave it to me.”

Both of you took a moment to take in the nostalgia that drifted in the air, an inhalant that both of you breathed freely.

“I thought you hated this stuff.”

“Like I said, it’s probably just the sand,” you joked again, and she punched your arm gently, sitting down on the edge of the bed, a serious look crossing her face again.

You moved to sit down as well when your leg bumped into a plastic box, hidden out of sight on the floor. When you picked it up to inspect it, you were surprised to see that it was filled with wrinkled pieces of paper and tissue, all of which was absolutely crammed into it like little foldable sardines.

“What’s this?”

“That was from your birthday last year,” she mumbled as she took it from you, stuffing it back underneath the bed to your amusement.

“Wow, pretty late for a birthday gift,” you laughed, sitting next to her and taking her hands in yours, rubbing them together gently. Compared to the solid steel of your palm, her fingers were weak and soft, mere cotton in the grip of a rough machine. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you.”

She leaned away, pouting cutely to fight the smile on that was breaking out on her face like an infectious disease.

There was a lull in the conversation, but the comfort was clear to you, from the way she was smiling to the embarrassed side glances she was shooting at you.

“You know, when you stick out your lips like that you look exactly like a pufferfish.”

Finally, she laughed with you, her body leaning into your shoulder gently like a sack of potatoes, chin digging into the corner of your collarbone, eyes staring into yours, lips curving wryly. The air suddenly grew heavy in your lungs, the sudden density making you somewhat short of breath as your heart raced in your chest.

“I love you.”

A spur of the moment decision, a sudden phrase, filled with everything you had wanted to say to her while you were gone. From a logical perspective, it was a really stupid thing to say, but you didn’t have the heart to keep it contained any longer.

Really, it was impressive you hadn’t shouted it the instant you saw her.

She seemed to scan you for a second, pupils flicking up and down your face with a hopeful smile, that same boundless, yet wistful smile, so endless that it seemed to stretch that moment infinitely.

Then in that same instant, it was gone, that millisecond of time slipping through fingers infinitely quickly, and she looked down to the floor, suddenly noticing the white gauze poking out from under your shirt.

“What’s that?” she asked, changing the subject to more pragmatic matters.

“First person I met for two and a half years,” you chuckled, wincing a little when she touched the bandage gently with a hand, checking it instinctively. “Thought he was a funny little guy, until he tried to shoot me.”

She hardly even registered your words, fully focused on prodding at the hole in your side, her fingers pulling up your shirt with a sad sort of flourish.

“He what? Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

You laughed, pushing her gently when you saw how inordinately concerned she was, eyes widened comically.

“I’m fine, relax. You should’ve seen the other guy.”

“Still…”

She looked unconvinced. 

“Do you want me to disinfect it again?”

“No, I’m fine,” you insisted but she ignored you, reaching under her bed and grabbing a separate plastic box, smaller, but filled to the brim with isopropyl alcohol packets. “Seriously, don’t waste that stuff on something like this.”

“It’s a gunshot wound, you moron,” she scolded. “Hold still.”

“It only grazed me.”

“Yet you passed out in the middle of the desert with it.”

She gave you a pointed look, and you relented, sighing as she tore open a small packet, wiping some of the dried blood and such that had bled through the gauze with a pained look on her face.

“You didn’t think this might be an important medical issue to tell me about?” she scoffed as she stood up, moving to grab other medical boxes when you stopped her, grabbing her hand while kneeling.

“Yoohyeon, I told you, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt, I’m not burning up with a fever, and I feel great! Seriously, it’s not a big deal.”

“You just thought ‘hey, gunshot wounds aren’t serious’? I mean, honestly, you’re such a fool sometimes, you know that?”

You laughed at her, standing up and pulling down you shirt, extending your arms triumphantly. “But I’m your fool.”

“If you keep up with the delirium act, I might just lock you up in a-”

You silenced her easily, your lips pressing against hers softly for the first time in years, yet still just as tender and gentle as you had always remembered it to be, and you let out a mental exhale, relaxing into the motions as she sent sparks flying through your brain, your bodies melting collectively into one big puddle of longing, finally colliding together after so long.

It was like a long awaited breath after a lengthy dive underwater, the first step of a pilgrim after having been at sea for months, the last sentence in a multi-novel book series.

All of the tension in her body slipped away and softened, smoothing out like a piece of paper, creasing and flattening with perfect reversibility, and your right arm naturally found its way around her back, holding her close, while your left supported the back of her head, softly stroking her long, thick sheets of hair.

Perhaps you needed to breathe. Maybe you needed food. Water. But years could have passed by in the blink of an eye, her lips on yours, kissing you cleanly, filled with nothing but devotion from her to you, and you to her. It was quiet. Chaste, almost, and if not for the look that she gave you after she pulled away, you might have assumed it was over.

But no, it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

She pushed you back, forcing you to scoot backwards on the bed until you ran into the headboard, your lips still attached to hers as she curled her body around yours, limbs coiled and intertwined together like vines on the same tree. She rolled you over, straddling you on the soft mattress while your lips finally broke apart, breathing heavily.

“I missed you.”

Your quiet confession was heavy and weighted, even despite the fact it had been said before, and she smiled down on you, helping you pull off your shirt before taking her own off, leaving her in a thin, grayish bra.

“Prove it.”

What was meant to be a challenge to your words sounded more like a cry, an SOS, a plea for a night to remember, a night that burned and smoldered with emotion.

So you obliged, letting your hands start up at her face, touching every curve and contour of her nose, her cheeks, your thumb teasing her bottom lip before sliding to her neck, her collarbone, her bony shoulders, skinnier than ever from malnutrition. Then your hands moved down to her chest, squeezing a soft mound through her bra, a quiet moan tickling your ears as it came out.

Your metallic hand slipped around her, undoing the clasp singlehandedly just like you used to, and she laughed at your bravado. Even she had never figured out how you did it. “You haven’t forgotten any of your tricks, have you?”

You grinned cheekily up at her as you let one hand circle over her now-naked breasts. “I’ve dreamed about tonight—” your mouth nipped at the soft skin of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark—“more than you could even know.”

You pinched a nipple, tugging it slightly as she began panting on top of you, eyes half-lidded and getting more needy by the moment. “Every single time I closed my eyes—” your free hand tickled her stomach, slipping further down to tease her wet sex—“this was all I could think about.”

“Yeah? Well—ah—what did you d-do to me?” She sighed as you pushed a finger into her, pumping slowly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You teased for a moment more, taking her other nipple into your mouth and sucking on it before withdrawing, your hands pushing on her shoulders so that you were the one sitting up and she was laying down, chest rising and falling steadily with each labored breath.

“Don’t worry,” you assured her with a soft smile. “We’ve got all the time in the world for me to show you.”

At your words, she nodded tentatively, and you quickly leaned down, pulling her legs apart and helping her undress, revealing her panties, damp with arousal. Your fingers tested the water, prodding at her slit, running up and down her puffy lips as she continued to squirm, breaths coming hot and heavy at your slow pace.

“P-Please, don’t tease,” she groaned quietly down to you, legs twisting around as you made quick work of her last piece of clothing, finally leaving her nude and natural beneath you, her own hands beginning to try and join you, but you stopped her.

“Patience, patience. Just relax,” you soothed, your tongue flicking out to taste her nectar, her distinct flavor from your memories flowing onto your tongue as you drifted it over her clit. “Remember when I ate you out in that closet while everyone else was eating in the same room?”

“H-How could I forget?” she said shakily back down to you, letting out a quiet moan when you slipped two fingers into her, letting them do their work inside while you teased her clit with your mouth. “You were very naughty.”

Her thighs quickly began to tighten around your head, holding you in place as she shuddered, eyes fluttering closed from the electric pleasure, filling her up like air in a balloon. Her hands ran through your hair, tugging and playing with your hair as she struggled to contain herself, her whole body melting at the end of your tongue while you continued unabated.

“You just taste so good,” you mumbled as you ate her out, almost smothered by how tightly her legs were wrapped around your head, her hands pushing you as far as they could into her sopping wet heat. “I guess I couldn’t help myself then.”

She might have tried to respond, but you chose that moment to deliver a particularly flat and harsh lick to her clit, and the reaction was instantaneous, her back arching into the air, a loud moan of satisfaction filling your ears as she felt herself tip dangerously towards her climax.

“O-Oh my god, please, right there, right there,” she rambled out as your fingers curled in her, stretching her out further. Her body was tense, taut, like a bow notched with an arrow of pure, sensual release that was just begging to be released.

But despite it all, she held back admirably, eyes squeezed shut, cries growing louder and louder, higher and higher, until all that you could hear were her whines of stimulation, mixed with soft whimpers of desire that rang in your ears like sweet, sweet melodies.

“I’m so close, god, please,” she whispered to you, hair spread out everywhere, head tilting to look down at you while you whittled away at her endurance, that tiny string that tethered her to conscious thought, just on the boundary of momentary, excruciating bliss. “Are you really going to keep teasing me?

“No, no, there’ll be nights for more of that later,” you said, temporarily pausing with your tongue though your fingers continued to piston in and out of her. “Tonight, I just want to see you cum.”

Her eyes cracked open slightly at your words before shutting again, another one of your fingers slipping inside of her as you watched her completely fall apart, yet still stay composed, your fingers slowly accelerating, drenched in her fluids. “You know, I love it when you’re loud…”

She shook her head, as if to shake off some inner demon, but you continued.

“…and when you tremble and fight it…”

She only thrashed more, her hand coming to cover her mouth as her walls tightened and tightened and tightened around your fingers.

“…Come on. Just let go,” you coaxed softly before you lowered your head again, sucking on her clit with just enough pressure to force her to finally give in, her orgasm washing over her in a rush, a wave of electric tremors running through her body, her hands tugging on your hair blindly, her legs wrapping around you even more tightly, and your personal favorite: the long, hauntingly beautiful moan that seemed to float past the hand covering her mouth and straight into your head, ringing like an addictive tune.

Her eyes opened slowly as she got over the aftershocks of her climax, fixating on you intently with a look of half-satisfaction and tenderness.

“You’re overdressed,” she pointed out, weakly sitting up and crawling to the edge of the bed, where you had slipped your pants off, tossing them away behind you at her words.

Her fingers, dexterous as ever, slipped into your boxers, feeling your throbbing length up and down, gently fondling your shaft and balls with an angelic touch. She looked up at you, smiling as she saw the way you flinched at her touch, your cock already rock hard at her stimulation.

“I’ve got a few things to show you too,” she teased amusedly, pulling down your restraining garment and letting your length sit in her grasp, just in front of her face and her waiting lips.

Slowly, with her eyes still locked onto yours, she let you slip into her mouth, her lips cushioning the sides of your shaft softly, the heat of her mouth instantly enveloping your cock with an irresistible warmth, her tongue gently swirling around your tip and tasting some of the precum that leaked out.

Her cheeks were only slightly hollowed, her head moving back and forth slowly, focusing on the first few inches first, covering you in her spit, soft hums emanating from her throat while she slurped on your cock, doing her best to please you.

“You haven’t forgotten anything either,” you murmured down to her, one hand petting her head approvingly as she slowly began to expand her horizons, taking more and more of you down her throat and making you groan at the feeling. “God, you’re good at that.”

She smiled through a mouthful of cock, finally pulling back for breath while jerking you off, her mouth quickly moving down to suckle on your balls, taking each one in for a few seconds before letting them go with a pop.

“Does this feel good?” she asked, observing you inquisitively while you squirmed in her grip, firm and soft at the same time.

“Fucking amazing,” you replied, and she looked pleasantly embarrassed for a moment before she took you into her mouth again, letting your cock slide all the way back this time so that it hit the back of her throat, a choked gurgle vibrating against your shaft.

Your hands instinctively pressed against the back of her head, holding her down for a few moments until she tapped your leg, withdrawing with a loud gasp and a few coughs, her eyes watering yet still as enchanting as ever.

“I want you to fuck me now,” she whispered, letting go of your cock with slight reluctance, climbing back onto the bed gingerly before beckoning to you while on her back, legs spread, wrapping around your waist tightly as you slowly moved over her, positioning your cock in front of her glistening pussy.

The first entrance was smooth, warm, comfortable, just like the rest of the room felt, like how everything and anything that you did with Yoohyeon made you feel.

It was an unidentifiable feeling of belonging; that final Tetris piece to fill up a row, that moment when you hit the cue ball just right into the left corner hole off of an angled rebound from the wall of the table.

Both of you let out a tiny gasp, Yoohyeon’s legs tightening around your waist as her fingers pressed down on your back, consciously trying not to scratch you, not that she would think to do that later.

“Are you okay?” 

You were genuinely concerned, watching her expression to make sure she had adjusted, but she shrugged you off, giggling inches away from your face.

“I’m fine,” she replied, smiling up at you. “Just keep going.”

You leaned down to kiss her, softly pressing your lips against hers again as you slowly bucked your hips into her, pushing down all the way to the hilt and relishing in the warm, wet, and tight feeling of her pussy contracting around your cock, squeezing gently.

Everything else ceased to exist, your focus singling out the softness of her mouth on yours, her warm tongue pushing and pulling against yours, her breasts pushing up against your chest with every thrust of your hips, moaning into your mouth all the while.

She was nothing but pliant, inch by inch of her smooth skin opening up for you as your hands skimmed all over her; her head, her cheeks, her chest, abdomen, ass, all of it burning up to the touch like a fever, a delirium-driven vision.

“Fuck, you stretch me so well,” she whined, hands scratching gently at the back of your neck, then not so gently when you sped up, your rhythm slowly escalating to satisfy both of your growing needs, the bed rocking with your movements and bumping against the wall gently.

Her forehead was pressed tightly against yours, sweat from your bodies slickening the surfaces of your skin as she struggled to catch her breath, feeling every exhale of air from her lips blow against your face, quiet moans beginning to slip past her inhibitions and ring around the room, steadily gaining volume and traction in her throat.

“O-Oh my god,” you groaned out, your own breathing beginning to feel shallow, strained, her body wringing out all of your energy, chipping away at your stamina slowly, your cock throbbing inside of her ever-shifting heat. “You’re even tighter than I remembered.”

She hardly even heard your words, too focused on the way you were plunging into her, the way you were burying yourself roughly yet tenderly into her, pushing her limits, leaving her speechless and seeing stars. Her fingernails had forgotten their earlier gentleness, clawing into your back, scratching you in an attempt to relieve herself of the relentless waves of pleasure that beat against her.

“C-Cum with me,” she whispered, almost pleadingly, her eyes cracking open with superhuman effort as you watched her struggle to maintain any sense of composure.

“Are you…are you sure?” you panted, feeling yourself slowly give way to the thought of release, held back only by sheer willpower, your endurance slowly beginning to break down as you began chasing your own end, your own climax.

“Just trust m-me, fuck!” she cried out, audibly needier, and her eyes rolled up into her head suddenly, her limbs shuddering around you violently, her pussy contracting tightly around your cock with a rush of her fluids, trying desperately to push you to the same end as her. Her head tilted back limply, moans tapering off into soft whimpers as you finished a moment after, exploding inside of her with a groan of exertion, collapsing on top of her body before rolling off slowly, careful not to crush her, your collective fluids spilling out onto the sheets.

Hopefully it wouldn’t stain.

“Fuck,” you gasped, the only word that could come to your mind as you tried to regain your bearings. “Fuck.”

Oh my god.

Pain began to return to your body, having temporarily been blocked out by the intensity of the moment, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, Yoohyeon whimpering softly next to you while you curled closer to her, tucking the sheets up to her chin and wrapping your good arm under her, pulling her close.

You laid there with her in silence, unwinding for several moments, minutes, maybe even an hour, lying against her body while listening to her breathing eventually level out, lazily tickling her thighs and occasionally drawing out a surprised little gasp when your fingers grazed her clit.

In some ways, you were almost glad that it was over. After all, you couldn’t help but wonder how she felt about you after you had been gone for so long. And certainly, living in the hellscape you were living in, waiting was never a game anyone wanted to play with a loved one missing in action.

“You know, it’s been 813 days,” she murmured, her hands running through your hair and touching your back, trying to soothe some of the pain from when she had pulled  and scratched it roughly. “I’ve waited 813 days and 812 nights just to feel that again.”

“I hope it was worth the wait,” you replied, laughing softly, despite the truth in her words that bit harshly at your conscience. It must have showed on your face, because her hands moved to your cheeks, lifting your head up until your eyes were locked on hers.

“Every second.”

Maybe it was the scent of sex, the feeling of consummation that you felt then, that quelled your self-hatred, your constant disappointment in yourself. Maybe it was the warmth, the soft comfort in Yoohyeon’s words and her hands, gently holding you. Or maybe it was her eyes, shining stars that glimmered down at you brighter than the Sun itself.

But something, whatever it was, in that moment as Yoohyeon looked down at you earnestly, honestly, with genuine care, made you feel as light as a cloud, temporarily unburdened by the guilt of mistakes made, lives lost.

It made you feel as if the days to come, the next days, might be better, brighter than the last, even despite the hellish circumstances you were in.

Maybe.

That was your last thought before your eyes drifted shut, Yoohyeon’s body wrapped around yours warmly like a protective cocoon, head buried in her soft midsection, all of the tension and weight gone from your body, and you were drifting, drifting, drifting away with the waves of your dreams; dreams of a world without bloodshed and death, of pineapples and pizza, of gummy bear breakfast burritos (and none of the dental issues that would accompany them, not that there were dentists in the apocalypse to tell you anymore anyways).

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You woke up early the next morning, her body still attached to you at the hip, acting like a shield around you against the sunlight that streamed into the room and illuminated your upper bodies, wrapped in the sheets. Slowly, you yawned, carefully beginning to move out of her grasp when she suddenly smacked you on the arm.

“Ow, what was that for?”

Her eyes were still closed, a pouting smile on her face as she pulled you in closer, wrapping her arms around you even more tightly. “For trying to leave me again. Asshole.”

You stopped struggling, letting her hug you close to her warmly, her body heat spreading against your nude form, relaxing your tense muscles against her as she kissed your broad back, from your metal shoulder to the other side, to the base of your neck and up towards the base of your hair when you turned around, cupping her face in your hands and kissing her.

It wasn’t a needy kiss, nor was it particularly soft or tender. It was just a kiss. A simple gesture, a promise of more to come. A promise that you would never leave her side again.

Yoohyeon, however, had other plans, and with a devilish smirk, she began to make the journey under the sheets when the door opened with a bang, the figure of Kim Bora storming in like a hurricane, making both you and Yoohyeon jump back in terror, pulling the sheets up to cover yourselves.

“KIM YOOHYEON!”

So today was one of those days, hmm?

Both of your ears rang painfully at her volume, involuntarily flinching backwards against the headboard as she glared at both of you.

“Did you think we were all deaf last night?”

She blushed, grinning sheepishly while hiding her embarrassed laughter.

“W-What?”

Bora rolled her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder in an exaggerated motion of annoyance.

“When I said to save the fucking for later, I didn’t mean for when the rest of us were trying to-”

Her angry rant was cut off by Minji quickly barging in, grabbing Bora by the arm and dragging her out with much effort.

“Hey, let go of me-”

“Don’t be ridiculous; let them have their morning together-”

“You stop being ridiculous! Do you wanna lose sleep for the rest of your life with that banging sound against the wall?”

“Oh, shush, you!”

“But-”

The rest of Bora’s retort was lost to muffled sounds of what must have been some sort of food being shoved into her mouth, and she was arguing through a mouthful the whole way down the hall, silenced only after Minji pulled her back into her room, shutting the door with a bang that echoed down to you and Yoohyeon, both of you shocked at the spectacle.

Even Handong suddenly decided to peek in for a moment, observing the two of you with a little wave and a “good morning” before briskly walking off, presumably to find wherever breakfast was.

“I guess we better get dressed,” you chuckled, glancing over at Yoohyeon who was still red in the face, shell-shocked at all of the sudden commotion. “Yoohyeon?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, we probably should,” she stammered, quickly clambering out of the bed and finding her clothes you had unceremoniously tossed away into some corner of the room, while you did the same, and the rest of the morning passed relatively uneventfully, with the exception of a moderately sulky Bora sitting at the makeshift table in the former kitchen area of the hospital.

Breakfast was relatively bland, yet still tinged with an oddly positive flavor as you watched Yoohyeon bicker and enjoy the company of her best friends, their shrill cries and knowing glances sent your way clearly telling you everything that they were discussing, not that you knew why they had to talk about it apart from you.

You supposed they could always just ask?

“Last night sounded eventful,” Dami remarked, smirking at Yoohyeon.

On second thought…

But other than the slightly awkward atmosphere that was easily broken by the usual open personalities of the others, there was only one other moment of slight discomfort throughout the rest of the day.

The moment when you had to leave again, forced to go out on another scouting mission to find food.

Minji had carefully organized the jobs of everyone in the building, including you, and though Yoohyeon protested the assignment, you insisted that it was fine, much to her chagrin.

“It’s not fair if I don’t follow the rules like everyone else,” you said, as calmly and as gently as you could, holstering a small silenced pistol, a cricket bat you had found on the street, and the dagger Yoohyeon had so painstakingly made for you. “Please understand.”

She looked upset for a moment, but handed you your arm sheathe, a soft cloth to wear over your prosthetic arm.

“Don’t die, idiot.”

Her tone was probably supposed to be threatening, but it only ended up sounding more like a whimpering puppy, upset that their fellow pet was being taken to the vet without them.

You stopped at the door to the stairwell, walking back the few meters to where she was standing, cupping her face in your hands and kissing her, just as you had that morning.

This isn’t the last time.

For just a second, sparks flew in your mind again, and you felt her anxious tears against your cheeks before you pulled back, pressing your forehead against hers, kissing the crown of her head again for good measure.

“I love you,” she whispered to you, hugging you tightly and burying her head into your chest, squeezing tightly, as though she might never see you again.

“I might never see her again,” you thought, reflecting consciously on the idea of your death, yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to regret anything.

No. I don’t regret any of it.

“You found me, Yoohyeon. You’ll find me again, and again, and again, even if you’ve stopped searching, and even if one of those times isn’t here, or on this earth,” you murmured, tears coming to your own eyes as fear momentarily consumed you, uncertainty and worry clouding your mind.

You didn’t want to die.

But you wanted to live.

And sacrifices had to be made.

She took a moment to compose herself, staring up into your face, her fingers tracing every edge and rough piece of skin that had been weathered by the sun and sand.

“See you later?”

She knew you could never guarantee an answer to such a question, but you chuckled nonetheless, nodding though you felt as though you might explode in melancholy.

“I’ll see you later.”

Reluctantly, she let go of you, letting your hands drop from hers as you backed away, slowly slipping out of the door, entering the outside world with a new sense of resolve, a new need to return. Even just at the entrance, you felt the urge to walk back in, to refuse to go, to stay by her side and never leave that comfort.

But it wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.

You had a future to nurture and a promise to keep.

So as you descended the grimy and bloody steps of the stairwell, carefully listening for telltale groans and croaks, you couldn’t help but smile a little, and a little song playing in your head despite the ever-present danger.

Even if I get tired, when your voice reaches me…

You popped open the compartment of your prosthetic arm, humming softly while checking the inside for any potential changes or efficiencies, only to find a picture of Yoohyeon resting there on top of the hand sanitizer, a cheshire grin on her face frozen on the film forever.

…a new day comes to me again.

A door suddenly opened behind you, sounds of spazzy shuffling echoing throughout the hollow stairwell, and you jumped, looking up at the source of the noise, only to see Yoohyeon.

“If you’re going…”

She adjusted the sniper rifle on her back, shifting her small bag of medicine and supplies to the side as she jogged down the steps to you.

“…I’m coming with you.”

Your smile grew just a little wider.

Indeed, it was a new day.

A/N: Hello! I’ve seen way too much Yoohyeon lately (not really possible, but you know what I mean), so I decided to write a fluffier piece for one of my personal favorite idols out there, especially since I listened to Dreamcatcher for the first time within the past 6 months (THEY’RE BOPS, I TELL YOU, BOPS). Anyways, I wanted to tone down on the smut a little because of my fluffy smooth-brained writing tendencies, so this is basically what happened. Also, I hope all you B99 maniacs liked the little reference I made (Nine-nine!), and as always, asks are welcome and appreciated. Thank you for reading!

Also, a shoutout to @nsfwflint​ for inadvertently inspiring me to write this :)

Closet

In your life, Kim Minji was a summer breeze.

She was cool, suave, relaxed, and unbelievably elegant in every respect, maintaining a kind and thoughtful personality while also not being a pushover.

Yes, she was exactly the kind of freshness that made your life interesting without jarring you with over-spontaneity, someone who had a clear rhythm to work and life.

Today, however, something had changed.

From the moment you had walked in to pick her up for the same lunch date you always had, you had noticed significant changes in her body language and outward mood.

Her arms were crossed, her lips were frowning, and her eyes were creased as though someone had pissed her off in a major way.

Sure, both of you tended to sway more towards the cranky side on a Friday, even more so given the fact you had hardly been able to spend time with her for the past month, but this was beyond that; no, she looked like she wanted to tear a piece off of something.

You were so alarmed that you almost didn’t realize you were going the wrong way.

“Wait, Minji, isn’t the elevator over—mmf!”

You hardly had enough time to register what she was doing when she quickly pushed you into a dark room, stealing your breath away before grabbing you by the collar, slamming you up against the metal door roughly once, twice, thrice, shaking you like a rag doll in her strong grip while she crushed her mouth onto yours, her tongue easily slipping itself into your mouth through your surprise.

It was everything you didn’t expect from her, the extroverted, smiling sweetheart who still blushed when asking to have sex with you, and felt embarrassed in the afterglow of it.

When she pulled back for air, you finally got a close look at her eyes, bearing none of her typical cheer, instead twisting into something undefined; murky, yet purposeful.

“W-Wait, this is your workplace, we can’t—“

“I don’t care,” she growled, nipping at your neck while her hands only grew rougher in their touch, pulling you into her embrace tightly.

“What if someone—“

“I said, I don’t care,” she interrupted again, glaring up at you defiantly. She quickly shed her jacket and tie, wrapping the latter around your neck and pulling you in with a sultry wink. “Don’t worry about them; it’s just us here.”

“Besides…”

She leaned in close, whispering into your ear, her hot breath turning you on even more as her sweet scent clouded your mind, intoxicating you like a bottle of crackling liquor burning down your throat.

“…you’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t you?”

A soft hand quickly slipped into your pants, stroking your erect cock sensually and bringing a groan from your lips as she kicked off her heels, clattering off somewhere in another universe as she slowly edged your throbbing shaft, rubbing a thumb over the swollen head and making you leak all over her fingers.

“You’re so hard,” she murmured, her free hand tugging at the collar of your shirt again, skimming over the skin of your neck. “Do you want me that badly?”

Part of you was fighting tremendously, holding back the hot moans that knocked at your throat, telling you that it was wrong, dangerous, even, to be doing such a sinful act in such a place.

But your inner strength was ebbing away quickly, weakening exponentially as she continued to jerk you off, not roughly, not gently, but just enough.

Just barely enough to make you weak and needy.

Slowly, she began to crouch, her hand continuing to work its magic before pulling down your pants, her eyes lighting up at what was inside.

“Don’t worry,” she mumbled, both of her hands teasing you with gentle, rhythmic corkscrew motions. “I’ll make this quick.”

Her eyes stared up at you, sparkling as she slowly parted her lips with your cock, teasing the first few inches with light, quick swipes of the tongue.

“Mmm, it’s been so long since I’ve had this cock,” she smiled, carefully continuing to torture you slowly, sucking gently on the head before slowly letting her lipstick spread along your shaft.

Her mouth was warm and soft, as tender as the way she might tuck into bed next after a long day, yet not without her playful lilt, her tongue carefully skimming along the surface and leaving a light trail of saliva.

Even in light of this, her eyes were by far your favorite part of her in that moment, studying your strained breathing and groans with a lustful curiosity both innocent and cruel, trained intently on your own eyes, struggling to stay open through the blinding pleasure coursing through your veins.

She began to move further down, taking more of your shaft in with a pleasant hum, eyes ever-fixed to yours with attentive observation while you covered your mouth with a hand, panting heavily from the stimulation.

“Don’t be shy,” she giggled, tugging at your elbow, pulling your hand away. “I know I’m good.”

“T-Thought I was supposed to be quie—mmm!“

You were interrupted by a sudden spike of euphoria, Minji quietly having taken your cock all the way down her throat, gagging slightly.

She smiled at your temporary speechlessness through a mouthful of cock, her eyes still watching your pleasure-filled expression as she pulled off slowly, her tongue dragging heavily along the underside of your shaft before she let your cock fall out of her mouth with a pop.

“I told you I was good,” she smirked, wiping a little drool that had gathered on her lips, poking your rock-hard cock against her soft lips.

“You said it would be quick,” you smiled, flinching slightly when she flicked her tongue out to swirl around your cockhead.

“Hmmm, watching you struggle is a little more fun,” she mused, smiling coyly up at you while letting your spit-drenched cock slide along her soft cheek. “But since you asked for it…”

She quickly reassumed her original place, feeling every inch of your shaft slide down deep into her throat, making her choke and gurgle, her eyes watering furiously from her gag reflex.

Your hands quickly joined her head in tandem, pushing and holding her down roughly, forcing her to get accustomed with your length easily plunging down her warm, wet orifice.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” you sighed softly as you took what pleasure you wanted from her, stuffing her face with your stiff meat. Slowly, you began to pump her head up and down your shaft, steadily fucking her face while her hands reached up to brace themselves on your thighs.

There was silence then, not a sound being made inside of the closet save the slurping sound of Minji’s mouth steadily being rammed down on your cock, groans echoing out from deep inside of you as both of you took some much needed stress relief from each other.

Every plunge was heaven, every movement purely electric as you used Minji more roughly than you ever had before, a starving animal having been awakened inside of you that needed to be sated.

“W-We really should do this more,” you grunted, her lips curving into a smile at your admission of need, humming her agreement.

Her eyes, having previously been forced to look away, returned to lock onto yours, and the view of your cock thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out of her wanton throat combined with her lustful gaze proved too much for you to resist, your muscles tightening, cock throbbing and pulsing uncontrollably in her mouth as you began to approach the end of the road.

“Shit, ah…I’m gonna fucking cum,” you groaned, but she just moaned in response, slipping a hand down into her pants to play with the growing wetness that came from being used so uncharacteristically. You were so caught up in your pleasure, your senses slowly disintegrating around you as you focused on nothing but the feeling of her lips wrapped around your cock, that you didn’t even notice your teetering balance, your knees buckling slightly as you gave one final buck of the hips, knocking her from her crouch to a sitting position, your cock pushing down her throat savagely with thick spurts of hot semen.

Sticky cum pumped down her throat, swishing around her mouth as she desperately tried to swallow it all, some of it leaking out and dripping down her chin, falling onto the undone tie lying loosely over her clothed chest.

“Not bad,” she remarked, licking her lips quaintly when she had finished it all, looking thoroughly pleased, her free hand still working its magic underneath her pants, drawing a soft whimper from her as she stood up again.

You tried to kiss down her body, intent on warming her up, but she would have none of it, dragging your head back up to eye level.

“Fuck me. Now,” she commanded, pressing even closer to you as if to urge you on. “And we’re not stopping until you fill me up again.”

She quickly undressed, letting her pants fall to her ankles before she turned around, forearms resting on the metal door, ass sticking out temptingly at you, barely covered by a thin black set of panties.

“You’re so wet,” you mumbled quietly as you let your finger gently tease her slit, probing her sopping wet heat.

“You—ah!—make me like this,” she whispered back to you, biting down on her lip impatiently. “Just g-give it to me already.”

You slid your cock in between her asscheeks a few times, feeling the friction that built up between your skin before you slid her panties to the side and penetrating her with delicate observation, watching the bones dissolve inside her, her body sagging against the door as you sandwiched her comfortably in between with your cock delving deeper and deeper inside of her.

“Oh, fuck!” she groaned with you, feeling you stretch her out comfortably, sparks of pleasure jumping about inside of her pussy walls.

Minji had always been tight, but today she seemed to grip you even more tightly, your cock being thoroughly smothered by her clenching muscles, squeezing and reacting hungrily to every iota of movement that you made as you slowly began to drive your hips into hers.

Perhaps it was the fact that you hadn’t fucked her for over a month, your busy schedules keeping you apart until late at night. Maybe it was the fact you were in a storage room closet, just a few doors down from her workspace and coworkers.

Whatever it was, it certainly didn’t help Minji keep her voice down, strangled cries of pleasure coming out periodically as you pressed her up against the door, her shirt growing stuffy and tussled with sweat, your bodies growing more and more humid by the second.

“A-Ah! Oh, fuck, you feel so big inside of me,” she moaned, one of her hands hovering over her mouth as she tried to silence herself, but found it impossible.

Her hands reached around to claw at you, nails scratching uselessly at the clothes both of you had been two impatient to discard, and you leaned in closer, taking in the comforting scent of her hair while you sucked and kissed at the tender skin of her neck.

You felt her tighten at the extra stimulation, her head shifting ever so barely to the side to allow you more access as your hands gripped her hips harshly, almost to the point of bruising before traveling forwards to circle her clit gently.

“Mmm, yes, fuck me, right there, right there!”

Her whines and moans drove you wild, they made your head spin, and you certainly couldn’t think straight as you drove your cock into her again and again, pounding her recklessly into the door, watching her desperately writhe under your touch.

“Who’s the loud one now?” you whispered into her ear, breathing heavily while maintaining your pace, her body recoiling in your grasp. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Nothing intelligible, at least. “Don’t worry, I can help you with that.”

Your hand moved around to her neck, now marked with rough bites and kisses, choking her gently to muffle her alarming volume, her dripping pussy immediately reacting to the sudden restriction of her airway.

“O-Oh, I-I…I’m…f-fucking cumming!”

Her wail rang out like a mangled gasp and she came a moment later as your cock plunged into her deeply, suddenly rushed by a flood of fluid from her orgasm, her walls tugging and sucking at your throbbing cock inside of her. She trembled in your arms, shuddering weakly as her body collapsed into your arms, eyes unfocused and glassy before drifting shut as her head tilted back weakly onto your shoulder while you slowed, letting her regain her bearings as she rode out her peak.

Several moments passed before her fingers finally loosened from their grip from your arms, and she opened her eyes again to the world as it was, instead of the blinding white light that had consumed her during her climax.

“I think…you still owe me a load,” she panted, shakily getting back on her feet, your erect cock finally slipping out of her, begging to explode again. “How do you want it?”

“I want to see your face,” you replied, gently turning her around and looping your arms under the legs, pressing her back up against the wall. “Are you okay?”

She laughed, her wide eyes crinkling at you cutely. “Don’t get tender on me now,” she teased, a finger tilting your chin up to look her in the eyes.

For a second she was back to her usual self, sweet and caring, with none of the lust that had swallowed her up minutes ago.

“We’ll have plenty of time for that tonight,” she whispered, caressing your cheek softly. “Just relax.”

You nodded, looking back down at your cock, watching it slowly push into her heat again, feeling somewhat warmer and more comfortable in this position as her legs wrapped around your hips, her eyes staring into yours while you fucked her sensually into the door.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” she murmured through a soft moan, her walls still sensitive from her previous orgasm. “I can take it.”

Her body slid up and down the door slowly as you looked at her intently, checking to make sure she was okay before you began to tap into your final reserves of stamina, your hips pistoning faster and faster into her inviting warmth.

The door began to rock quietly with the force of your thrusts, but you could care less with the way Minji was squirming in front of you, struggling to contain her moans like she had before as your cock drove into her madly, pinning her against the cool metal surface.

Her face was like quicksand, shifting and changing rapidly with every adjustment, morphing from a satisfied smile to an expression of pleasure, one agape with bliss and another with her lips shut desperately to try and silence herself before breaking into a quiet cry of need.

Her lips curled tantalizingly through a soft whimper, and you couldn’t help yourself, leaning forward to capture them in a soft kiss, your arms wrapping around her thin, fit body as you continued to rail into her, her thighs bouncing around your hips from the force of every buck of the hips into her.

This time, unlike when she had pinned you up against the door with violent libido, you could savor the feel of her soft lips against yours, the pillow-like gentleness of her mouth pressed perfectly on yours, tongues gently parting each others lips and intermingling with delicate tension.

It wasn’t sweet; it wasn’t rough; it was just…Minji.

Surreptitiously, her core began to tighten around your pulsing shaft, pleasure racing through both of your bodies as you maintained your liplock.

You didn’t need words to feel her desire growing, to feel your own muscles begin to tremble in anticipation of that final peak that both of you wanted.

Come on. Cum with me.

You were tired, exhausted even, carrying the weight of both of you as you slammed your hips upwards harshly, driving into her roughly with your hips with a certain finality when you felt her body tense up, her walls constricting yet again around your throbbing cock, and she came, moaning into your mouth as you followed soon afterwards, your fluids mixing together as whatever you had left drained out into her desiring body.

She broke the kiss with a pop, gasping for breath while whimpering at the feeling of your semen inside of her dripping pussy, leaking out as you withdrew your spent cock, slowly depositing her against the door where she leaned back for several moments, panting heavily and struggling to stay upright.

Then there was silence again, not a sound ringing out in the empty storage room.

“W-What time is it?” she asked softly, finally standing up straight and beginning to walk around in search of her clothes.

“We’ve got 15 minutes,” you replied, handing her a heel that had flown all the way behind a box. “I, um, are you-”

“I had fun,” she interrupted, smiling at you innocently, just as she had when she had gone on a ferris wheel date with you earlier in your relationship.

You smiled back, redressed and smoothed out the best you could be after such a wild activity.

“When’ll you be back home?”

The positive mood that had hung over you dropped a little bit, and you sighed apologetically. “It’s…it’s going to be late,” you admitted, looking away at the ground. “I’m sorry.”

But she seemed unfazed, kissing you softly on the cheek. “Don’t worry,” she said, taking your hands and looking you in the eye.

“I’ll be waiting.”

—————————-

Shit, what time is it?

You glanced down at your phone, quickly scrambling out of the taxi after handing the man a twenty.

“Keep the change!” you called back before rushing off, racing into the apartment building and up the endless (16) flights of stairs before finally arriving at the door you were looking for.

Your hands fumbled with keys, quickly searching through the various shapes on the ring before you found the right one, plunging it into the keyhole and rushing in, the door swinging open to see the room dark, a dim candle lit over a table with various delicious dishes, steaming with smells and tastes that instantly made you salivate.

You took a moment to straighten out your clothes before you peeked around the corner, into the kitchen.

“You’re home early,” Minji’s voice remarked from behind you, and you jumped as she walked past you, wearing an oversized apron with an absurd message of “Beware of 3-D stomach” and a large chef’s hat that she had bought for a Halloween costume once. When she noticed your staring, she twirled around with a wink. “Ta-da! Do you like it?”

You simply shook your head, biting back a laugh.

“I know you think I look silly, but really, it’s not that bad,” she continued, turning around to shuffle the dishes, contemplating each arrangement before deciding on one to take a picture of. Unbeknownst to her, you began to creep up behind her, inching closer and closer.

“I could be wearing a Black Widow suit, or a marshmallow costume or—“

Your hand fell to her shoulder, gently turning her around before you gazed intently at her, your lips pressing against hers in a chaste, sweet kiss.

There was the faintest taste of peppers and pineapples (terrible combination by the way), but when you pulled away, both of you smiled at each other anyways.

“What was that for?” she asked, turning slightly red at your up-front expression of affection.

“Nothing,” you shrugged. “I’ve missed you.”

She said nothing, still lining up her perfect photo of her dinner date masterpiece.

Then, almost inaudibly she murmured, “Me too.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing, let’s sit down and eat!”

As both of you took your seats next to each other, feeding each other bits and pieces of food, laughing when it smeared all over each others faces, you couldn’t help but be happy.

After all, it was only her company that you needed, her lilting laughter that kept you going day by day.

From her big gestures to her little ones, all of them made you feel comfortable, basking in the knowledge that she was yours.

And you were hers.

A/N Hello! Just a quick little piece for one of my bias wreckers because holy shit, did you even see the picture? JiU looks fucking amazing (as always). I’m kind of on a Dreamcatcher high right now, and I just thought that outfit would really fit a piece like this even though I wouldn’t say I’m proficient at writing rougher pieces (everything always skews towards the fluffy side which is actually kind of annoying, grrrr). Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless and as always, asks are encouraged and appreciated. Thank you for reading!

Impatient

When you had started your crusade to finally get some studying done, you had known it was only a matter of time. After all, the little brat always got what she wanted, even when you did your best to satisfy her preemptively.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

The paper of the book rustled as you turned the page, your eyes trained on the words printed out on the surface as the clock ticked away incessantly from the far wall of the room.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

The time bomb had been well underway when you noticed a familiar shape enter the room, a petite figure sitting down and setting down some books, biting a lip before beginning to flip through a book.

You knew she wasn’t actually reading it.

Tick.

Tock.

Mere minutes had passed, yet already her presence began to make the ink run, the symbols and numbers blurring together in a confused jumble as you struggled to concentrate.

It was almost magnetic, an urge, an itch that drew your eyes towards the front of the library, empty and devoid of life save for you and one other.

Her shape was defined, markedly slim and smooth, yet even in her air of cool nonchalance, you could not help but feel an attraction, a pull that reminded you of all of the devilish, sinful, raw things you had done with her; no, done to her.

Like a telepath, she seemed to think the same thing, a small smirk flickering across her lips when she noticed your sideways glance, and almost pointedly, she leaned over to pick up a pen she “accidentally” dropped, her tight jeans clearly outlining the rounded shape of her ass just over the top of the table.

Tick.

Though her clothes exposed little to nothing; hardly any skin, certainly none of her dangerously alluring curves and edges, it didn’t matter. The outline of her waist, her shoulders, collar, neck, chest, all of it only distracted you more and more from your original task, though if you were being honest, you would have never come to the library if you really wanted to study.

It was really too easy for her to track you down.

Tock.

A few more minutes passed before she stood up, slowly making her way away from the table, her hips swaying from side to side as she slipped behind the door to the printing room with a wink.

You knew what that wink meant, you knew everything that waited behind that door, you knew, you knew, god, you fucking knew all too well. It was like a hypnotic spell, a trick, an irresistible bait, an endlessly wide net cast out just to catch you, a singular fish in the sea.

And you fell for it every time, hook, line, and sinker.

Still, the library was deserted, without even a librarian in sight.

“I’ll wait 5 minutes,” you thought, steeling yourself while glancing at the ever-present clock, moving agonizingly slowly. “Just 5 minutes more.”

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

You only managed 3.

The moment you stepped foot into the room Yeri was onto you, lips attacking yours, her weight practically barreling you back through the door, and if not for the lock, you might have actually tumbled back out.

Instead, the handle simply rattled, her body pressing up tightly against yours as she sought to close the distance as much as possible, leaving hardly even space to breath as her hands linked around your neck, looping around tightly as she proceeded to do the same with her legs, the slender limbs tightening around your midsection, pulling you forwards until you lurched over to a table, crashing unceremoniously into it with reckless noise.

But both of you were too far gone; just the taste of the other made you both go crazy with desire, and you could soon feel your cock stiffening under your pants, poking her core as you nipped and sucked at her neck, bruising the pristine skin, marking her body as yours, a plaything to use and empty your stress into.

“What…what took you…so long?” she panted out between kisses, between flurries of movement as both of you quickly began shedding clothing, your shirts flying off to some forgotten corner of the room, her soft black bra slipping onto the ground while you quickly paid attention to her stiff, aching nipples, dying to be pinched and flicked.

“Multivariable,” you replied, unsurprised by the giggle she gave in response.

“You haven’t fucked me in months,” she said slowly, laughing quietly, ”and you made me wait for calculus?”

You paused to think, in jest. “Biology, too.”

If her hands weren’t so occupied she might’ve flipped you off.

For a moment, you ignored her expression, instead opting to palm her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds in your firm grip while she whimpered at the contact, legs squirming slightly beneath you as the wetness between her legs grew.

As you played with her breasts, feeling the soft flesh bend easily under your touch, seeing her will succumb to your ministrations so quickly, only made you feel more aroused, your cock throbbing in your pants at her soft vocalizations.

“I told you I have a big test next week,” you growled into her ear, biting softly on the lobe as you suddenly kneaded her chest harshly, eliciting a soft groan from her. “And that I need to study.”

Your grip grew progressively stronger, making her tremble and groan louder and louder with each pulse of your palm.

“But you couldn’t wait, could you?”

She tried to maintain a haughty attitude, starting to scoff, but your other hand quickly slipped under her jeans, jamming two fingers inside of her without adjustment and she squealed, gasping for breath at the sudden penetration.

Her eyes focused dimly onto your face as you pumped your hand in and out of her, feeling her clench around you desperately, trying to suck you and hold you inside of her. “P-Please…don’t stop…”

You smirked down at her, watching her flail beneath you while your fingers curled inside of her, sliding along the drenched walls as you wrung as much pleasure as you could out her body.

“So impatient,” you whispered teasingly, your other hand brushing over her hair, feeling the sweat gather on her brow as you continued to finger her vigorously. “Imagine if someone could hear you right now.”

She gasped as you suddenly inserted another finger into her, roughly fucking her with your hand as you continued talking.

“Imagine if someone could see you, begging for me to make you cum.”

“O-Oh god, yes, please—”

Yeri was lost in bliss then, all sound bleeding away around her as she lost her senses in the intensity of the pleasure bleeding through her veins, the sparks that shot through her mind as you tweaked a nipple, squeezed another breast roughly, almost hard enough to cause pain.

At the end of the day, she was still vulnerable to you, nothing but soft putty in your arms, especially when you hugged her body closely to yours, feeling her tits press against your chest, her arms going haywire around you as she scratched and clawed at your skin.

Be careful what you wish for.

You dropped her to the ground, letting her body crumble onto the dusty, dry marble surface, your fingers slipping out her pants just as quickly as they had gone in, and she whimpered on the floor weakly, struggling to regain control of her movements.

“Strip.”

She was slow, clumsy, in her awkward haste to obey you, but she shimmied out of her pants nonetheless, her chest heaving as her breath caught in her throat. 

Watching while she slowly got up to a kneeling position in front of you, eyes watching you expectantly, you slowly took off your own pants, slowly letting your cock spring free in front of her hungry gaze before prodding her on. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

She nodded silently, eyes widening cautiously when you smiled. “Can I?”

“I’m the one asking the questions here,” you replied evenly, shutting her down quickly and effortlessly.

“I-I want to suck your cock.”

“How?”

She stopped in the middle of her reach for your shaft, looking confused.

“What?”

You rolled your eyes, pretending to be exasperated. “This is what happens when you’re greedy and you don’t pay attention,” you smirked. “I asked, how?”

Her eyes lit up in understanding, and she slowly smirked at you, licking her lips in anticipation. “Mmm, I want to choke on your cock, feel it slide down my tight little throat until I gag and cry with how fucking big it is in my fucking mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth and play with my tits until you blow your fucking load down my slutty throat.”

God, you loved how filthy her mouth was when she was needy. It was nothing if not degrading, devious, and certainly depraving as she sidled up next to your thigh, hands softly tickling your skin as she stared up into your eyes past your throbbing cock in front of her.

“Are you satisfied, daddy?”

You smiled at the pet name, an interesting kink she liked to throw at you from time to time, before grabbing her by the hair and pushing her down onto your cock, feeling her throat suddenly wrap around your lengthy, thick shaft.

“Not quite,” you grunted out as you fucked her face against your cock viciously. “But I’ll let you have a nice, long taste, since you begged so politely.”

She couldn’t respond even if she wanted to with the way you were shoving her head down by fistfuls of hair, careful not to pull too hard though you knew she was getting off just as much as you were, a pool of slick building between her legs that she desperately tried to relieve with her fingers as you pounded her throat.

“Mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph!”

Every thrust was perfect, Yeri’s mouth acting as a perfect sheathe for your cock while she gagged relentlessly, eyes watering from your rough treatment just as she had asked for. You didn’t let up, your fingers gradually tightening their grip on her head as you held her down for a few seconds, letting her tongue work its magic alone for the duration while you groaned at the feeling. “Fuck, that feels good.”

With a pop, she withdrew for breath, gasping while pumping you furiously with both hands. “Does daddy like punishing his little slut?”

“Fuck yes,” you groaned out, thrusting your hips forwards and guiding your cock to its place at the back of her throat again, savoring the sloppy feeling of her mouth and tongue, haphazardly trying to control the pace but giving up when you ignored her efforts, slamming her head up and down, up and down, rocking it back and forth against your throbbing cock. “Do you like it when Daddy fucks your throat like this?”

You looked down into her teary eyes, watching her nod slightly while blowing you vigorously until your hands pushed her down one more time, hearing her gag reflex kick in one more time before you pulled her off, dragging her over to the table by the hair. “Lie down.”

Obedient as ever, she quickly climbed up, lying down on her back before you pulled her over to the edge of the table until her head dangled off the side, hair tickling your thighs as they draped down like thick curtains.

She hardly had enough time to register what you were doing when you thrusted with the full force of your hips back into her mouth, her soft lips parting against the force of your cock pushing forwards, and saliva clung to your shaft, dripping off of it in sticky globs as you plundered her mouth with your cock, recklessly fucking her head against the side of the table while she laid on her back, helpless to move or adjust, forced to give the volatile pleasure you were taking from out of her hot orifice. Her hand crept down her stomach, teasing her clit before abandoning all pretense of holding back and plunging her digits into her slick heat, fingering herself to the rhythm of your thrusts in and out of her drooling mouth. “God, you look like such a pretty little slut with my cock in your mouth like that.”

Your hands, now free from having to grab her by the hair, moved to her chest to play with her sizable tits, her breasts bouncing and heaving with each stab of your cock down her throat.

Pinching, kneading, massaging, tweaking, you did all that you could to stimulate her soft flesh and nipples, muffled moans coming out from her as you stuffed her throat with stiff meat, her own fingers delving into her pussy deeply while your own dexterous fingers continued their ministrations on her tits, soft globes of flesh that felt firm yet tender in your grip.

Sun shined through the open window, the last golden rays of light glimmering over your bodies interlocked in rough embrace, focused solely on each others’ pleasure, and nothing else.

You could feel your eyes begin to water, your breathing becoming shallow as each thrust became more labored and difficult, her throat tightening and vibrating more furiously as she worked herself to orgasm with you in her mouth, her moans, though muffled, growing louder and stronger.

“Oh my…oh my god,” you groaned as your hips began to work erratically, Yeri’s eyes widening as she realized you were close, and your thrusts steadily became more and more powerful until you were absolutely hammering your shaft down her wanton throat, her body recoiling with each powerful buck of your hips.

Your eyes closed as you focused on the sensations running through your body, the feel of her plump red lips wrapping around the base of your cock, her warm pink tongue spasmodically caressing your shaft, the endless flood of saliva that spilled out from her mouth, drenching your cock, trailing down her face and running like a river into her silky hair.

Then it all became too much, and with a gasp you exploded, letting loose and shooting thick, sticky quantities of semen down her throat, some of it washing down her raw throat, some of it spilling back out all over her face, mixing with the mess of tears and saliva already there.

Slowly, you pulled back from her ruined form, sputtering and coughing, yet still licking up any of your cum within reach of her tongue. Her eyes were hungry, still unsatisfied, and she pulled her fingers out of her sopping wet pussy, offering them to you like a gift that you gratefully took, lapping up her sweet nectar with appreciation.

“Mmm, it’s always so thick and warm,” she mused, smirking at you. “But you know I want more.”

As if to show you, she turned around, sticking her ass up into the air needily, hands and knees flat on the table. “Come on, daddy. Come and fuck me already.”

Now it was her turn. And she was here to collect.

You smiled, moving forwards, positioning your cock at her slit before leaning forwards towards her face, brushing a stray strand of hair from her sweat-slicked forehead. “You forget…”

Your cock slid against her opening a few times, her wetness growing as you teased her folds, your face inches from hers while she whined for you to enter her.

“…how?”

“I want you to pound me, daddy. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. I want you to make me scream with your big cock, shove it inside of me, shove it inside my slutty little pussy, oh god, please, please, just fuck me and make me cum already—”

You interrupted her ramblings suddenly, entering her just as jarringly as you had when you had fucked her mouth, your cock immediately being suffocated by her tight walls.

“Mmmm, daddy’s gonna ruin me, isn’t he?”

“Fuck yes I am.”

You stayed slow for a few cycles, watching her impatiently writhe with your rock hard shaft inside of her until you slowly began building the pace, building, building, building, all the while staring deep into her eyes, watching the pleasure flicker over her irises, consume her until her eyes lost their focus, her mouth agape at the blinding streaks of white that blotched her vision, your cock piercing and reaching into the depths of her cavern with powerful force, your hips clapping so harshly against her ass that you could see the skin growing red from it.

“Oh, fuck yes, daddy, stretch me out just like that, right there!”

Her head lowered down to the table surface, her body unable to summon the strength required to lift it as pleasure racked her tiny frame, her hands clenching and unclenching into fists.

You were no less rough with her this time, your hand reassuming its grasp of her hair, yanking her head back abruptly while she moaned at the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of her tight core, stretching her out for the first time in months.

Time certainly made the body grow fonder, you realized, and you suddenly heard yourself grunting in time with her cries, your own effort becoming audible in the heated and humid atmosphere of the printing room.

The haze of sex in the air, the spontaneity of the act, all of it spurred you on, and you suddenly raised a hand into the air, bringing it down with a smack against Yeri’s ass, the flesh rippling underneath the force.

She let out a squeal at the feeling, giggling almost crazily while you impaled her on your cock like your lives depended on it. “S-Spank me,” she moaned out, words barely able to form on her lips. “Spank me harder, daddy.”

You smiled, nothing but happy to fulfill her wish so you continued, your hand spanking her with increasing force each time, watching as she was reduced to nothing but a needy, horny mess on your cock, skewering her roughly.

“Such a good little whore for me, aren’t you?” you praised her, your hand absentmindedly striking her left cheek, her right cheek, her right cheek again, watching as her body jerked reflexively in excitement.

Part of you was almost angry at her, a frustrated fog of stress pouring out of you while you railed her into oblivion, her reddening ass only reminding of you of the task you could have been, should have been doing then.

Another loud slap rang out, your hand remaining on the stinging skin to knead it just as roughly, feeling the soft flesh of her ass underneath your fingers. Another loud series of moans, her eyes rolling back into her head temporarily as she struggled to think, to articulate, even to feel as her whole body surrendered to the pleasure.

She just couldn’t get enough.

Neither could you.

“Fuck yes,” she hissed out at you once she had gotten her bearings. “I’m your fucking slut—now you better fuck me like it.”

Your hands tightened around her waist at her momentary lapse in submissiveness, and you made sure to pound her back into it, quickly giving her hair a sharp tug while your other hand moved to her breasts, squeezing them harshly to her delight.

With each second that passed her slick walls gripped you tighter and tighter, the pleasure building inside of both of your bodies as you felt her slick squelch and drip around you, leaking out of her pussy lips and soaking your cock in her juices. The volume of her cries was beginning to fluctuate wildly, shifting from whispers to full shouts, her body tensing and relaxing erratically, toes curling on empty air while you swapped your grip, letting go of her hair temporarily and reassuming a tight grasp on her throat, feeling the slender skin pulsate and beat with her every gasp, her every breath and moan.

Words were beyond both of your capabilities then as you leaned forwards, wrapping your free arm around her waist, shifting the angle of you hips to attain just that extra degree of penetration into Yeri, her cries of elation turning into gurgles and out-of-breath groans, only added to when your hand slowly trickled its way down to her clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub.

It proved too much for her, and with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open in agonizing pleasure, she came hard, inner walls clenching exquisitely, momentarily silenced from the feeling of it all before she whimpered softly, the rush hitting her like a truck. You could feel the tension leave her, all of the pent-up friction and anticipation melting away as her body went limp, limbs turning into jelly, sending her tumbling to the surface of the table when you gently released her throat, slowing your thrusts to give her a brief respite.

Her orgasm rode out erratically, aftershocks hitting her at random moments as she twitched on the table, drool leaking out of her mouth amidst her ruined makeup, eyes closed in tired bliss.

But you weren’t done yet.

Not quite yet.

“Turn over.”

A second passed by before she cracked an eye open, acknowledging your order, and with slow, painstaking effort, she did as you asked, lying on her back on the smooth wooden surface, slickened with sweat, saliva, and your combined fluids.

Your arms looped underneath her thighs, pulling her closer and tucking her legs snugly around your waist, your eyes roaming the beautiful mess in front of you; hair splayed everywhere, eyeliner and mascara running down her face soaked in spit and cum, her lipstick smeared around her perfect, plump lips, still curved into a flirtatious, come-hither smile. Her arms were pressed up tightly, squeezing her ample chest together, and you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow impatient, staring at all of her ravaged, sensuous glory.

You held back no longer, pushing yourself back into her comfortably, and she let out a soft groan at the entrance, her sensitive pussy adjusting quickly to your length stretching her out again.

Slowly, you began to move, letting your bodies grow into a natural rhythm rather than one dictated purely by mechanical desire, the momentum of each thrust bottoming your cock out inside of her and making her involuntarily clench tighter around you.

“O-Oh my…god…d-daddy…”

You smirked as she gasped for words while your eyes returned to her bouncing tits, your body gravitating towards them until your lips met a hard, stiff nipple, sucking and nipping at it relentlessly while Yeri’s hands scratched at the underside of the table, trying to gouge at it with her nails.

They were soft and delicate, the flesh every bit as pliant as it had been beneath your fingers, and you soon switched to the other, your tongue flicking up and down, sucking on the tender skin, kissing, biting, marking her plentiful breasts with your ministrations.

Yeri was lost in the storm, her body tossed and turned, shaken and ravaged as you began to pick up the pace, your cock pistoning steadily in and out of her, continuing to strike her deepest nerves at a quickening rate, all while your lips attacked her neck, chest, collarbone, anywhere and anything that you could reach, leaving light bruises in your wake.

Your own stamina, however, was not limitless and already you could feel yourself grow fatigued, despite the unrelenting speed at which you slammed into Yeri’s welcoming, willing body, her whimpers and wet warmth making you wish you could never stop fucking her.

“F-Fuck, daddy’s cock always stretches me so well,” she moaned, feeling the way your cock throbbed and pulsed inside of her, her body desperately trying to milk you of anything you had left, her pussy tightening ravenously around your cock. “Aren’t I a good girl, daddy? You’ll cum in your slut, won’t you?”

You sped up at her words, making her shriek at the sudden increase of tempo.

“You’re still talking with that filthy mouth?” you growled out, leaning in close, watching her head kick back as you prepared to fuck her senseless again. “I guess I’m going too easy on you.”

You abandoned all pretense of holding back, any semblance of self-control, anything and everything unrelated to sheer lust, and began to let loose with what energy you had left, your hands pinning her down to the table around her neck, your body pushing her hips further into the air as you nailed her downwards into the table, her skin sliding backwards on the surface from the force.

Now she was silent, her mouth open wide, eyes glassy, your hands restricting her airflow while she struggled to voice the seemingly endless waves of ecstasy crashing through her body, through her core, shattering her mind into fragments, each incapable of comprehending anything except the feeling of your stiff, hard cock pumping in and out, in and out, in and out of her slick walls, throbbing with need, mere seconds away from delivering what she so desperately wanted, what she needed.

All it took was a few more thrusts, strong, but winding down, for both of you to cum, a torrent of semen draining out of your cock while you buried yourself inside of her, letting her enjoy her final gift, your warm, sticky seed swishing around in her clenching, convulsing walls.

Her hands fell to her sides, body completely spent and wasted, and you couldn’t help but collapse on top of her, her soft, sweaty thighs still entwined with your waist, your cock still inside of her heat, both of you lying on the table, panting, whimpering, groaning with the head-spinning force of your final orgasms.

It was a long silence before either of you spoke.

“Thanks, daddy.”

You chuckled at that, your arms bringing her closer to you, ignoring the puddles of fluid surrounding the two of you, dripping onto the floor.

Giving her a kiss on the forehead, you closed your eyes, curling up against her small frame, sharing warmth.

“You’re welcome, babygirl.”

She always got what she wanted.

Then both of you fell asleep.

A/N: Hello! Been a while since I’ve written anything, so I decided to try and focus on finishing this one up quickly (with some prodding from @nsfwflint​ of course). This was definitely my messiest piece yet, and I experimented with the “daddy” kink this time, so feel free to let me know how I did and/or offer some advice with such name-calling. As always, asks are encouraged and appreciated, and I hope you enjoyed reading!

Medieval

A/N 1: Credit for the picture goes to @worldsover​​.

She was stunning.

Smooth, unblemished skin. Full, dark red lips. A dress that hugged her sides as tightly as the claws of a covetous dragon.

Bora had never looked so ravishing before.

Of all your years of closeness, of all your time together and the time you had spent struggling with your feelings of attraction and repulsion, you had never felt so conflicted.

She was a princess. A renowned sorceress with beauty to match her eventual future as an advisor to the throne.

You were nothing but a knight. A commoner. Destined to fight and die on some faraway battlefield, for some obscure tactical reason, forgotten.

You turned away from the sight, your heart pounding in your chest as you ran, fled the ballroom, escaping into the hallways to the safety of a solitary patrol.

Escaping into the shadows, your face stolid and impassive behind your metal helmet, your steps slow and deliberate, hand on your weapon hilt at all times.

It hadn’t taken her long to find you, of course.

You’d heard her coming miles before she reached you, her heels clacking loudly against the marble floor until her hand reached your armored shoulder, her touch turning you around to face her.

To face your fears.

“Hey.”

Almost instinctively, you bowed slightly. “M’lady. How may I help you?”

Her brows scrunched together at your words, clear displeasure on her face.

“Don’t give me that nobility shit now,” she scoffed, waving a hand. Vulgar language was a strict no-no for nobles, much less for a princess, and you glanced nervously about the halls, only for Bora to laugh. “It’s just us, silly.”

She paused, taking a step closer. “Forget them.”

You gulped, a hard swallow behind the visor of your helmet.

“D-Don’t you have a suitor to attend to?”

“I thought knights were supposed to be bold and confident,” she teased, mocking you.

“And I thought princesses were supposed to be polite and gracious,” you shot back. “Did you abandon your guest?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I left him with Minji.” 

It certainly wasn’t surprising. Bora frequently complained of men she was forced to interact with, courtiers desirous of her political future and wealth. You certainly couldn’t blame her for hating it. 

“How are you? I haven’t seen you all week,” she murmured, clasping your cold, metal gauntlet and guiding you to a stone bench outside, just in front of a fountain, illuminated by the bright, full moon.

“I…”

I miss you.

I miss how we used to be.

Can I see you more?

Words you longed to say, yet were too afraid to speak.

“…I’m okay. You?”

“The usual,” she replied, flippantly brushing her hair over a shoulder. “A load of horseshit is what it all is.”

“Really?” Your voice shook slightly as you bit your lip, holding back laughter at the rant you knew was coming.

She turned to look at you, growing more and more impassioned by the moment until she stood up, opening her arms and regaling, “Yes, really! Half of my classes are so…so…blitheringly useless that I honestly couldn’t tell you why I need to take them!”

“I’m sure there’s a good reason, m’lady.”

“No, there isn’t! Like, seriously, what the fuck even is poise class?”

She paused, no doubt mimicking one of her elderly instructors.

“To curtsy with proper etiquette, one must bow and bend the knees slightly, with the head held at of one-eighth the distance from the shoulder to the wrist.”

“Ah, of course,” you joked, laughing. “It’s only natural.”

“Natural my ass,” she scoffed, sitting back down onto the stone bench, leaning close to you, her perfume wafting beneath your nose and in the air around you.  “I’m well past twenty-four years old and I still get treated like a pre-teen who doesn’t know what sex is.”

Though you tried to focus on her words, her scent was pervasive, intruding, and just the smell alone made you harden beneath your armor, your mind wandering down a rabbit hole of lust as Bora settled her head against shoulder, your muscles almost jumping at the contact.

“Where’d you get the dress?” you managed out, your voice still maintaining a degree of calm composure despite your heart practically jumping out of your cuirass.

“Hm? Oh, Gahyeon and Yoohyeon helped me make it.”

Thankfully, she got up, and with flourish, she twirled around in front of you, letting the fabric swish about her legs as her demonstration came to a stop. “How do I look?”

You hesitated to speak, your tongue tied up in knots at the way her hair cascaded down to her collarbone in silken waves, her eyes glittering like diamonds.

And you knew, inside of your gut, there was a rumbling, an aching desire to kiss her, to take her into your arms and touch her like she was yours to touch, to touch her until both of you were breathless and depraved like animals.

Her voice interrupted your improper thoughts, ringing loud and clear in your ears.

“If you call me ‘m’lady’ one more time, I’m going to hex you and break my foot up your ass.”

You smiled, chuckling from behind your visor. “You look beautiful…”

“…Bora-ssi.”

There was a slight pause, and for a moment you worried you had made a mistake, crossed a line.

But then she nodded, and you could’ve sworn her cheeks reddened ever so slightly, though her face was turned away.

She turned back, a mischievous smirk on her face as she reached for your helmet, only to be batted down.

“What are you doing?”

“You got to see me, I want to see you.”

She reached, but you resisted again.

“Wait, I’m not sure—“

“Quit fussing and keep still!”

Reluctantly, you obeyed, watching as her hands raised, coming up to the sides of your head where they slowly lifted your helmet, the dim ambiance of the moonlight glowing weakly upon your face.

You knew what she was trying to do, knew every step of her little game, but try as you might to avoid her gaze, you couldn’t help it as she tossed your helmet to the side, a loud metal clunk ringing out as it hit the cobblestone. It was only a moment later when her hand, soft and warm, gently came to a rest on your cheek.

Almost subconsciously, you turned your head towards it, relishing the forbidden contact between the two of you, a product of her birth status and yours. Just for a moment, none of that seemed to matter, your mind temporarily wrapped in a cocoon of self-ignorance.

Before, you might have found solace, comfort in her gentle touch; now you almost feared it, feared the parts of you it ignited to life, feared the consequences of such contact between a nobody like you and a somebody like her.

Please, don’t let this moment end.

But as always, that second slipped away, leaving you bare, exposed, responsible for the death of the honor you had sworn to uphold.

How could you fall for the one person you knew could never be yours?

She began to lean in, her body curving towards yours, her lips inching ever closer, closer towards yours, an unretractable promise blossoming further with every instance you hesitated.

“Bora…”

She stopped, eyes dancing like fire while you struggled to contain yourself.

“Yes?”

“I-I can’t…we can’t do this.”

Your voice was unfamiliar, shaky, even to yourself, and the words themselves almost pained you when you spoke them.

Bora’s smile, gentle before, turned softer, hurt, but remained a smile nonetheless.

Her hand fell from your face, her touch escaping you, and she seemed to laugh softly.

A pause.

“Do you want to spar?”

———————————-

Weapons were fickle objects.

That much was obvious to you as you deflected another blow, your hands sweaty and tired from the effort, your katana, Yasha, growing heavier and heavier in your grasp with each movement.

But your adversary didn’t slow down, another strike raining down from the left, another weak parry that you barely managed to raise in time. Then one from the right, one from below, feinting into a direct, centered assault that you only barely managed to block with your arms, the bruising force still knocking you back, your knees reflexively bending to reduce the impact.

“Not bad,” Bora commented, crossing her arms from across the courtyard. She flicked her wrist, the glittering sword hovering in its original position over her shoulder. “But you need to keep your guard up.”

“Well, you’re not the one holding the sword, are you?” you shot back.

Your point was technically valid, seeing as how since she didn’t really have to use force to swing it, she would never physically tire against you.

“War is a mental game as much as it is a physical one,” she chided, a smirk crossing her face. “Of course, magic helps.”

“You think?” you scoffed, blocking a handful more blows before slowly straightening back up, sheathing Yasha and raising your hands in defeat.

She laughed, coming down to the ground in front of you with a triumphant grin. “So you forfeit? So soon?”

You snorted.

“You got lucky.”

“I’m not sure,” she teased, tapping her chin in mock contemplation, waving her own sword to rest on the ground. “I think I’ve been mopping the floor with you for a while now.”

“Pretty sure it’s just luck.”

She laughed, raising a hand and blasting you in the back of the head with a weak gust of wind, knocking you forwards.

“How’s that for luck?” she taunted, grinning when you slowly stood back up, staring her down with a look of surprise, then one of playfulness.

In the next moment, you vanished, your body dematerializing entirely, evaporating like a wisp in the cold night air.

Bora tensed, her body reflexively scanning her surroundings with the utmost scrutiny, every fiber of her being focused on her environment.

She knew it was coming; you knew it was going to happen. There wasn’t any way to avoid the rush as you leaped at her, your temporary invisibility incantation wearing off as you slammed into her hard, tackling her around the waist and driving her into the ground roughly with a laugh.

She struggled, flailing with a weak yelp as your body easily slipped behind hers, trapping her in your grasp while your long fingers reached down to tickle her relentlessly through the fabric of her dress.

Her resistance crumbled quickly, breathless pants of laughter shuddering out from her lungs as her hands pulled at your hair in an effort to get you to stop.

A futile effort.

“O-Okay, okay, y-you win!”

Your hands stopped in their movements, resting gently over her stomach while she laid on top of you, and you were suddenly acutely aware of the proximity of her body to yours, the heat from her skin melting through her clothes and your armor, warming you in a way you couldn’t describe despite the chilly air.

“A surrender, Bora? So unlike you,” you mocked, trying to lighten the mood when she turned over against you, her breath suddenly brushing against your face, her gaze fully locked onto yours, her beautiful features fully filling your vision.

Your breath caught in your throat, your mind went blank. Nothing in this world could ever compare to Bora.

Your need, your aching desire was back with a fury, tearing through your body like a surge, a deluge of passion that threatened to consume you, and from the way Bora was looking at you, you could tell she needed you just as badly.

“Bora-ssi…”

She smirked, a familiar, warm expression on her face, but where she was usually smug and triumphant when she knew you were speechless, this was different. No, this time the spider looked as though she were afraid of the fly, afraid of the prey she had ensnared in her deadly web.

“I guess I’ve surrendered,” she said softly, her lilting tone betraying the fear in her eyes. “I…”

She hesitated, a sharp contrast from her typical brazen confidence.

“…I’m yours.”

The words rang in your ears like an invitation, a warm welcome.

Straight to the gates of hell.

Her hands came up to your face, caressing the skin, every touch setting you on fire, roaming into your hair, softly brushing past your neck and wrapping around to the back of your head.

Your eyes felt heavy, comfortable, and your body was suddenly so tired, as if you could fall into a deep sleep right then and there, as if you could just die right then and there in her arms.

Then her lips pressed against yours, and all rationale stopped in your brain, your arms tightening in their grasp around her, your own body reciprocating fully. You needed this.

She just fit perfectly, every nook and cranny, ever contour and dip so familiar in your arms, whether it was from your childhood adventures in the woods or the endless missions you had undertaken by her side, you knew her. It was just natural.

Then the bubble burst, and in the next moment you were on your feet, panicked, your body in a state of shock, your lips still warm; you couldn’t think; you couldn’t breathe.

What have I done?

You looked at Bora, who was slowly standing up, brushing dirt from her elegant dress.

“W-We should be getting back…m’lady.”

And that was the last straw, a blast of energy slamming into your chest and sending you flying backwards violently, your body crunching into the ground with painful force.

When you regained your bearings enough to look up, she was trembling, her eyes shining at you, fists clenched.

“Your Highness—”

“Stop. Just fucking stop!”

Shock hardly even registered before she stomped up to you, jabbing a finger at your chest.

“Stop what?”

“Stop trying to put distance between us!” she huffed, angrily punching your armored shoulder. If it hurt, she certainly didn’t show it.

“I’m not—“

“And now you’re lying to me,” she said, laughing sardonically, cruelly, the sound grating in your head.

“Bora, everything’s fine. Why are you so upset all of a sudden?”

“Fine?” She grit her teeth, looking as though she wanted to gut you for saying such a thing. “I can’t even look at you without you pretending we’re strangers, I can’t even touch you without you flinching. And that’s fine? After everything we’ve been through?”

You were silent.

“I’ve seen you naked, bleeding, dying with a fucking arrow through your shoulder and this is fine?”

Her words rang true, and you blanched momentarily before regaining your composure.

“We were children, Bora.”

“That’s not the point.”

Again, you were silent.

“Look, I know you want me,” she continued, exasperated. “You know I want you. Why are you doing this?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Because this can’t happen.”

“It can happen! Just give us a chance!”

“Stop being ridiculous—“

“You stop being ridiculous!” she shouted back at you, hardly holding back at all anymore.

“They could have our heads for this!”

“I don’t give a fuck,” she spat, her words searing into your ears like venom. “I don’t give a damn about propriety, or what the rest of the world thinks. I don’t give a fuck about suitors, or hors d'oeuvres, or learning how to fucking curtsy—”

She paused, taking a slow, deep breath.

“We don’t owe them anything. Let them try to keep us apart, but don’t help them.”

You hesitated, your arms falling limp by your sides, and truly, you felt hopeless, helpless, weak.

“You deserve someone who can love you. Someone who can be with you, always,” you said softly, as she stepped closer towards you, a single tear rolling down her face. “I…I’m just a knight. I can’t give you that.”

She smiled, as though she had expected you to say those exact words, and her own response came calm and collected.

“A stolen moment is better than no moment at all.”

She took a final step, coming to a stop directly in front of you, her hands instinctively rising to your face yet again while you brushed away her sorrow with a thumb.

“I’m tired of playing games, of dancing around this,” she whispered. “But if you really don’t want this—“

She took a breath before continuing.

“—I’ll stop. And we can go our—“

You had heard enough.

Whatever silly self control you had thought you had before completely melted away, your body moving on autopilot as you instinctively pulled her in, your arms wrapping tight around her back, your lips meeting softly, deepening, before you both grew impatient, breathing heavily, fully embracing each other in the sin of your actions.

It was wrong, you knew. She was off-limits.

But in that instance, in your stolen moment, neither of you cared.

There was a snap of the fingers, a simple short-distance teleportation spell from Bora, and both of you were suddenly in her chambers, a spacious room, the door locked, a single candle glowing upon her nightstand in the midst of the moonlight that streamed in through the window.

Her hands dug into the cracks of your armor, gripping tightly before stripping it off, your gauntlets, chestplate, sabatons, greaves. 

Piece by piece, it all came away, your armor shedding from your body as she tore it off, the steel clattering to the ground loudly as your lips finally began to attack her neck, the luscious skin turning purple under your assault, her voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

But she soon grew impatient, shoving you back onto the bed, a sultry smirk on her face as her hands slowly began to pull her dress down, the single strap sliding down her shoulder ever so tantalizingly as she revealed inch by inch of her creamy skin.

She leaned in close, her hair dipping down over her breasts and covering them from view, winking at you.

“Are you afraid?”

She was intoxicating, her scent consuming your olfaction, your pupils dilating as arousal shot through your body.

“Should I be?”

Her smile grew tenacious, almost cheshire.

She stood back up, brushing her hair out of the way of her perfect breasts before she slipped out of the rest of her dress, bare and nude in front of you, a hand reaching down to fondle your thoroughly hardened cock.

“Maybe,” she whispered, giggling as she pulled your undergarments down, revealing your throbbing length, a quiet, wordless sigh escaping your lips as she wrapped a hand around it. “But you’re all mine tonight.”

“Just tonight?” you joked.

“Now you’re getting it,” she laughed softly, just before her lips wrapped over the tip of your cock, applying the gentlest of forces just to tease you.

The sensation was warm and comfortable, distinctly arousing yet still held back, muted waves of pleasure slowly washing over you like a sweet toxin, paralyzing you in her grip.

Her tongue came next, soft and warm, swirling lazily about as one hand came to rest on your thigh, her other hand stroking you slowly. Her touch only accentuated your need, a need you made known with a soft groan, your hips moving of their own will towards her.

“You’ve got a nice cock,” she remarked as she pulled back, stroking firmly, rhythmically. “Does this feel good?”

You could hardly nod as she let a manicured thumb brush push against your slit, precum leaking out with your gasp.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

She continued to meander about, her mouth moving down to suck on your sensitive balls while her hand alternated between bursts of speed and slow torture, her eyes gazing up towards you all the while as she pleased you.

Her technique was sensual, sultry, and none of the impatience you had grown to be accustomed to in Bora, her lips and tongue savoring their time on each spot before moving to the next, roaming and teasing about with an almost curious feel until your balls were drenched and covered in a light film of spit.

She decided she had had enough, rising up to meet your length, once again wrapping her lips tightly around the tip before she slowly, ever so slowly, began to inch downwards, the warmth of her lips spreading while her tongue followed. Her head turned as she went down, sliding easily until your cock poked up against her cheek, the stiff flesh stabbing against the inside of her mouth, creating a small bulge as she continued lathering your shaft in spit.

“Shit, Bora, you’re killing me,” you groaned, struggling to keep from lying back and closing your eyes, watching the devilish tricks Bora was playing on your cock.

She grinned up at you, your cock still poking into her cheek, sounds of her slobber still emanating from her throat, her saliva beginning to coat her own chin and drip down towards her chest.

But as slowly as she had begun, she quickly began to pick up the pace, her head bobbing up and down with increasing speed until she hit a middling tempo, steadily taking your cock down her throat with the barest of gurgles, messy lines of spit spilling out as she ruined her face on your cock.

Your hands moved to grip her hair, to hold her down, but she quickly batted you away, her hands grabbing yours and pinning them down to your thighs, freezing you on the spot as she retreated with a gasp, eyes watering slightly.

“My cock, my rules,” she smirked at you, her tone authoritative and strict despite the slight rawness in her throat. “Understand?”

You nodded.

She smiled at you, a predatory, faux innocent smile as she waved a hand, muttering something under her breath.

In an instant your body was yanked backwards, your hands pulled as though by magnets to opposite corners of the mattress, pinned down by invisible forces. You let out a yelp as you slid to a stop on top of her royal sheets, one she quickly silenced with a kiss when she leapt on top of you, her gentle weight pressing down against your chest.

“It’s time…for this…to go, don’t you think?” she panted out between frantic breaths, struggling to maintain her fierce liplock while removing your last garment.

Finally, her impatience got to her, and her hands dug quickly under your shirt, tearing it off of your body with little regard for anything other than a quick return to your familiar touch, her lips sucking and marking your body from your neck to your chest to your mildly ticklish stomach and abdomen until she finally returned to your cock, her mouth engulfing your shaft and picking up exactly where she had left off at an unrelenting, unyielding pace.

Your breaths suddenly became shaky, unsteady, your very heart trembling under the intense pleasure that raced through your body while Bora slurped on your cock incessantly.

You could see her eyes sparkling with both tears and pride, watching your face intently even in your spread-eagle position as she took stock of her handiwork, enjoyed the view of your brain melting at her behest, your soul reduced to nothing but sexual desire.

She was loud and messy, her lips warm and soft around the sides of your shaft, her tongue wet and attentive. You could hardly think straight as your ears were filled with your soft groans and gasps, with Bora’s gagging and lilting moans, with the pounding of your blood in your ears as your cock ached and ached for release in her grasp.

Bora was no slacker, however, steadily upping the ante even while she knew you were on the brink of collapse, finally taking you fully down her throat for as long as she could. Her gag reflex protested, tears spilling from her eyes and messy globules of saliva spilling from her mouth, but she held fast, her tongue swirling around your cock all the while, and you fought the urge to scream from the unending waves of euphoria short-circuiting your brain.

“B-Bora…I…” you croaked, struggling to pull your hand down to her head to try and get her to pause, but it was no use.

Her hands, formerly idle next to your thighs, quickly moved to wrap around your cock as she pulled away with a splutter, a gasp, coughing weakly even while she began to vigorously pump your shaft up and down, up and down, her soft palms moving in opposite corkscrew directions with ferocious velocity until finally, it was all too much, and you erupted with a groan, your eyes struggling to stay open as copious amounts of cum painted her face, dripping down slowly, smearing through puddles of tears and saliva.

Her tongue shot out immediately to lap up the remainder that had fallen onto the sheets, her finger dipping into the messy, dripping puddle on her face for a sample, before she giggled.

“Delicious,” she appraised, smirking at you even while you struggled to catch your breath, compounded even more so when she gave your cock a quick slurp to clean it off.

Slowly, she began to crawl up to you, her body leaning in close to yours, her face mere inches from the tip of your nose when she whispered, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to taste that?”

Even exhausted, you could still manage a laugh and a quick peck at her messy lips.

“Nope,” you replied as she wiped her face, a weak attempt at clearing some of the mess from her pristine features. “But I do know we’ve still got 4 hours until sunrise.”

She smirked at you, easily extrapolating your point.

“4 hours until the morning maids get here,” she mused, eyes studying you intently, boring into yours, memorizing every crease and shift in your complexion as though you would disintegrate to dust by morning. “I guess we’d better hurry then.”

She quickly sat up, swinging a leg over your hips and turning around so that her back was facing you, her powerful thighs rubbing against your own as she positioned herself over your glistening, throbbing cock, rubbing you against her dripping slit and drawing out quiet moans from both of your lips.

“Do you want me to use you, baby? Do you want me to use you like a dumb little fucktoy for me to cum on?”

It seemed effortless, almost easy for her as the words rolled off her tongue smoothly.

Language that was certainly quite unbecoming for a princess.

She glanced back at your mildly shocked expression while you nodded, groaning when she continued teasing you with her puffy lips, the tightness awaiting inside merely playing with your desperate need to be inside of her.

“Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

“P-Please,” you gasped out as she sank down a few inches, pulling out just as quickly. “U-Use me. Use me however you want.”

“Oh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She grinned wickedly back at you as she ground your shaft against her core one last time before she sank down onto your cock, relishing the delicious feeling of fullness that filled her then, entirely incomparable to her fingers.

“Oh, fuck, your cock is so nice and big,” she moaned, her hands planting themselves on your chest for support as she leaned back fully, drawing a whine out of you. Your weak frustrations were soon quelled as she began to move, grinding her hips down with powerful control, her ass rippling firmly against your hips each time she slammed herself down, impaling herself on your cock.

Her sultry voice began to fill the room, echoing in your ears as she rode you deeply, her walls taking you in fully like you’d never felt before. Her warm, wet pussy was tight, unbelievably so, so much that you thought you might black out from the pleasure alone.

“How’s that pussy feel?” she asked, as if she could read your mind. Your gasps and groans told her everything she needed to know, but you knew she expected an answer regardless.

“You’re s-so…fucking tight,” you managed out, your body struggling uselessly against your magical restraints.

She smirked, sweat rolling down her brow nonetheless as she focused her body on riding you into the mattress, her plump ass coming down harder and harder against your cock until she too was reduced to a moaning, desperate mess, clawing and clenching her nails against your skin as she grinded away at both of your stamina.

The moments, the minutes, they simply passed by exquisitely, every second of her perfect body melting around yours forcing your toes to curl, your hands to clench tightly into fists while you struggled to breathe.

The sensations were simply too much, from the feeling of her deliciously tight core wrapped around you, to the way her nails slowly and steadily curved into your chest, marking your body as hers, marking your mind and heart as hers, you were well and truly under her spell, entirely under her control.

Every plunge, every stab of your cock into her warm, wet depths stole your mind away, stole your soul away, further and further away from the chivalric code you had promised yourself to at birth. But how could you resist such the temptation, to fight the unending sparks of connection that she, quite literally, squeezed out of you?

It was almost pathetic, really.

“You f-feel…so fucking g-good,” she mewled when your cock pierced her depths in just the right spot, her pussy tightening at the stimulation, and you finally decided to try and take a more active role, pushing your hips up against her ass each time she came down, meeting her halfway suddenly and eliciting a euphoric yelp, Bora’s body temporarily slowing and relinquishing its tempo over you before she regained control of herself. 

Slowly, she began to speed up again, her movements losing some of their earlier power but gaining rapidly in velocity, the quickness of her movements coupled with your own participation quickly driving both of you to a head, your moans growing loud and fierce, your breath coming in choked, desperate little inhales.

“Mmmm, fuck…fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, right there!”

Her language, however filthy, was the least of your concerns as she suddenly tensed, her body freezing on top of yours with your cock buried deep inside of her quivering, clenching pussy as she came hard, her body falling limp and collapsing backwards onto yours while she scrabbled weakly for something to hold on to, only finding your reddened and scratched skin.

Her orgasm was freakishly powerful, the tremors making you shudder and grit your teeth in restraint, her own mouth agape but silent until she let out a delayed and prolonged moan, as though her body had lagged in processing the intense pleasure blasting through her veins.

“O-Oh my…god,” she panted as she eventually ground to a halt, dismounting on trembling legs before collapsing next to you, her beautiful features clouded with half-sated lust, her lips quickly covering yours as she kissed you with quivering aggression, still recovering from her climax. “Y-Your cock…holy shit…you did so well…”

“Can you…ah…unpin me…now?” you asked, breathing just as heavily as she was, your limits having been thoroughly tested by her reckless riding of your cock. Your muscles flexed at the anticipation of freedom, of control, but Bora simply grinned tiredly, rolling over on the bed before standing and climbing back up, her thick, chocolate brown hair glowing under the shine of the moon.

“Not tonight,” she whispered into your ear, her hands tracing and retracing every defined detail of your body, teasing out every and any little spot of pleasure she could, wringing you dry of sensitivity as her fingers skillfully skimmed over your stomach and thighs, tickled your nose and face, and tested the delicate skin of your neck. “Tonight, I’m going to do all the work.”

“Y-You just…mmm…want to g-give the orders.”

She winked, entirely unashamed at the fact. “You know me so well.”

“Please?”

“Please what?”

“P-Please let me go,” you begged, squirming relentlessly as her hand recaptured your throbbing cock, already on a needle’s edge from exploding.

“Next time,” she promised, smirking smugly. “But I love the enthusiasm.”

“You…you’re just cruel,” you bit out, pouting the best you could with your entire body immobilized while she merely laughed, quickly rising and straddling you again, this time with her front facing you.

She leaned down towards you, letting the warmth of her front press against your chest, her hardened nipples imprinting into your skin as she sighed satisfactorily, smiling when your cock poked her soft thigh, the smoothness of the skin making you throb again.

“I’ll make it up to you, don’t worry,” she giggled, amused at your frustrated efforts to free yourself, leaning back before playing with her own breasts, pinching the nipples to taunt you. “I guess I’ll have to wait and see all of the things you want to do to me.”

“You’ll pay for this,” you warned, already scheming away but she merely kissed you tenderly, laughing even more.

“Oh, please. I wouldn’t expect any less,” she teased, before she lifted her body up, positioning your cock below it and sinking down quickly, eager to regain that familiar feeling of completeness, of perfect attraction and magnetic need.

Both of you let out another sharp gasp at the entrance, her eyes temporarily closing as she savored the second taste, biting her lip to hold back a moan. “Fuck, I could never get tired of this.”

You might’ve even responded to her had she not leaned forward, her hands firmly tightening around your throat, and begun slamming her hips against your cock, the same feeling of weightlessness capturing your body as she rode you into the mattress, her breasts bouncing with every movement, mesmerizing you.

You froze, your lungs failing in their function, your heart failing in its function, your whole body simply stopping and taking in the absolutely all-encompassing, addicting drug that was Bora, from her delicious scent, to the way her soft, pillowy thighs rippled against your hips, to the enchantingly melodic moans slipping from her lips and into your ears.

Sin and chivalry be damned, you simply could never get enough.

The way her slender fingers squeezed your throat, roughly choking you, the way her magical tendencies seemed to heat up around her palms and warm your skin, all of it only served to make you moan and gasp, your feeble mind caught entirely in the ferocious heat of the moment.

It was a decidedly interesting feeling, you realized in your pleasure-induced stupor, your body caught in the friction between pleasure and reality, Bora’s cries ringing loudly as she extracted whatever pleasure she wanted out of you, grinding, riding, rutting her tight core against you every which way.

You loved every moment of it, the intimacy that seeing her face brought you, watching every second of her typically stoic expression melt into one of contentment, watching her brows furrow together as though she were trying to remember something, trying to find some mysterious object lost in her mind.

Watching her use you like some sort of tool, a device conceived solely for her pleasure.

Hell, you might’ve even been okay with it, with the way her pussy wringed and tightened around your throbbing shaft, desperately trying to milk you of whatever you had left, her tits bouncing ever closer and closer against your face as her body steadily lost control of itself and began to crumble on top of you.

“F-Fuck, how…is y-your cock so…fucking…”

Words failed her as she slammed down again, her eyes squeezing shut, her brain losing itself entirely to the feeling of electricity shooting through her, her hands clawing at your tender neck until you could barely breathe while she struggled to stave off her orgasm, a series of choked gasps and moans escaping her throat as she fucked herself senseless on top of your cock.

“B-Bora…”

It was the only word you knew any more, with the way your cock was begging, absolutely pleading with you to explode.

“B-Bora…”

“Mmm, fuck…ah, ah, oh yes, fuck!”

“B-Bora…”

A prayer, a plea for sweet release.

“C-Cum…inside me…p-please!” she begged, her own body on the verge of breaking, her voice cracking as she quickly began to succumb to her own orgasm. “I…I n-need…fuck!”

Her body tensed again, her eyes rolling up into her head as she came hard against your cock, her body collapsing forwards against yours, her pulsing, unforgivingly tight core clenching around your cock, forcing your own orgasm as you exploded into her wet, needy pussy, shooting messy ropes of thick, sticky cum into her.

“Bora…” you whispered hoarsely as your magical restraints released themselves from your hands, and you quickly wrapped your arms around her trembling, positively quivering body, your cock still buried deeply inside of her flesh, her breasts pressing gently into your body.

You let her whimper against you for several moments, not that you were counting, tenderly enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against your own in the silence of the castle, everyone else certainly having gone to sleep.

Hopefully, at least.

“Bora…are you okay?” you murmured, gently caressing her back and arms, trying to restore some of her lucidity back to her.

She giggled softly, her hot breath tickling your collarbone as she curled up against you, her body snuggling up against yours even tighter than before. “I’m very well, thanks to you,” she teased, and you blushed, turning away slightly in embarrassment before she caught your chin, turning you back to face her.

“I think we’ve seen each other naked now,” she laughed. “A little blush is nothing.”

You laughed with her, nodding. “Touché.”

“How much time do we have left?” she asked, whispering her inquiry softly to you, knowing the reality of your situation again as you checked her clock on the other side of the bed.

“An hour,” you replied wistfully, hugging her a little closer, and she was silent, both of you quietly contemplating the future of your arrangement, your quiet thoughts projecting into the air in front of you.

Would you ever see her again? Would you ever touch her again, and if so, touch her just like you had today? What if someone found out, and both of you were executed for treason tomorrow?

She must have sensed your worries as she laid next to you, the softness of the sheets a minor comfort to both of your worries, and she smiled at you, a funny, calm little thing.

“Are you afraid?”

You took a trembling breath, a shaky smile coming across your own face.

“Yes.”

She pressed closer, her warm skin brushing against your own, her head burrowing deeper into the crook of your neck and shoulder.

“So am I.”

Her hand came to a rest over your chest, a soft, delicate reassurance against your fears, a single light in the tunnel of darkness both of you had chosen.

But you had no regrets.

So softly, with a smile on your face, you quietly waited for her to fall asleep, kissed her on the forehead, and slipped on your clothes, escaping into the crack of dawn with a newfound lightness in your heart, even if your brain could only acknowledge your actions as sin. It was a dissonance that only time would help, a conflict that only experience could possibly hope to shed any light on a solution.

Until then, you would wait patiently, counting down the days, the hours, the minutes, the seconds, until you could love her again.

Just as she would for you.

A/N 2: Hello! Saw @worldsover’s wallpaper post (link here) for Dreamcatcher and thought of a fun little idea for SuA with the added bonus of a solid chunk of angst in there. Also definitely one of my “OC being subbier” pieces, and I don’t think I’ve written the OC getting choked before, so that was certainly a first for me. I’m still working on a long (very fluffy) JiU prequel, and I have 2 other works half-finished so hopefully I’ll get something out quicker than I have been. Anyways, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

Monster

A/N 1: Japanese vocabulary to keep in mind:

Shoji: Japanese-styled door; typically made of thick wax paper (lets in light but is not transparent).

Onryō: A vengeful ghost.

And most importantly,

Kuchisake-onna: The slit-mouthed woman.

There wasn’t much to like about subways.

They were always filled with people from all backgrounds, crowding around like ants on a piece of fruit, pushing and shoving about to find a better place to stand or sit. The grime that coated the inside never helped either, aiding the constant sway in disturbing your natural sensitivity to motion and imbalances. You would have loved to have been able to avoid subways for the rest of your life, carrying on your own business without ever boarding a metal contraption so uncomfortable the engineer must have been trying to make it so.

Yet, at exactly midnight, the start of a new day, you found yourself standing at the double doors, taking deep breaths in anticipation. Most people, you assumed, would have already gone home from work by now, tucking in for a good night’s sleep in anticipation for the next day.

Not you.

Your work was just beginning.

“Please stand clear of the closing doors,” the automated voice said, with poise. “Please stand clear of the closing doors.”

As you stepped into the subway car, there was nothing unexpected. Typical smudges of dirt and mud smeared along the ground from occupants long gone, the occasional forgotten item or paper sitting on a seat.

Choosing to avoid these, you carefully took a seat closer to the center, sitting down primly, your ears piqued, your eyes darting from side to side. Caution never hurt anyone, especially not a solitary passenger on a late-night public transit ride.

The night made you acutely aware of your own exhaustion, your eyelids drooping downwards despite the nap you had taken earlier in the afternoon. Luckily for you, the uncomfortable seat cushions served their purpose, forcing you to stay awake.

There was a musk that hung about the air, an uncouth, fermented scent, a cross between a rotting corpse and metallic blood. It reminded you of the laboratory.

It reminded you of the doctor. And needles.

Lots of needles.

Nausea washed over you, your head aching in pain, your vision hazing into a blur of green and blue, as a memory flashed through your mind, distant yet clear.

Then there was suddenly a man standing in front of the shoji, his armor glinting under the moonlight.

A samurai?

“You...”

Terror was all you could feel.

“You bitch!”

His eyes were wide and crazy, his hands quick to snatch at your throat. Only when you attempted to scream did you realize that you were, in fact, in the mind of a woman.

“You dare to sully my name,” he screamed. “My name!”

You tried to fight back, to stop him, but he was strong. Too strong. He flung you across the room, sending you careening into a stand of katanas, then crashing through a wax paper door.

“I’ll make you pay,” he swore, grinning maniacally. “You fucking whore!”

There was a flash of steel before your eyes were practically forced shut, his sweaty palm forced in your face, holding you still.

Then you felt it.

The tug, the pull of the blade, slicing through your cheeks, dragging through your flesh from ear to ear, your mouth bleeding and stinging in agonizing pain.

You barely felt the knife puncture your throat as his hand released you, your body immediately crumpling to the ground, blood pouring out of the gashes in your face and neck.

“Fucking filthy piece of shit,” he snarled, turning away, sheathing his blade.

Leaving you to bleed to death, boiling with anger and frustration.

The pain slowly dulled away as you opened your eyes, your breath catching in your throat as you stared into the subway again, its lights bright and fluorescent, washing you in the comfort of the present.

You could still feel the sting of the knife, digging into you as you blinked back tears.

I’m sorry.

Another memory.

You shook your head, staring back down at the floor. The dirty, unclean floor. Some fates were worse than others, you supposed. That of an onryō was certainly one of the worst.

A bitter smile played upon your lips as you leaned back in to the seat again, your eyes flickering from side to side.

Surely, it wouldn’t be long now.

As if on cue, the lights within the subway flickered, then flickered again, before turning off entirely, plunging the car into darkness.

A moment passed, your breath held in anticipation, in fear. There was certainly a considerable amount of danger in your position; sitting in the dark, waiting for a vengeful spirit.

But it needed to be done.

The lights came back on, and you were suddenly aware of a presence beside you, cold air sifting through the atmosphere of the subway car, your body subconsciously flinching at the aura of malice burning into your intuition.

Every atom of your body begged you to stay still.

Fuck that.

You turned.

It was a woman.

Her long black hair was thick and voluminous, shining down her back like waves of ink. Her face was fair and pale, her hands long slender, and she was quite tall, at least as tall as you were, if not more so.

She wore a simple surgical mask on her face.

When she turned to you, her eyes struck you with their piercing red color, deep and velvety like wine.

Truly, she was beautiful.

“Hello, miss,” you said politely, giving her a nod.

She seemed to smile back at you, her eyes crinkling at the sides, returning the gesture.

Her head cocked to the side, studying you for a moment, before her eyes turned to black, warm merlot darkening like blood, thickening until they flooded her sockets like ink for calligraphy.

A shiver ran down your back as she leaned in closer to you.

“Am I pretty?”

It was the question you’d been waiting for.

“Yes.”

She seemed to smile again at that, bowing her head at you. She hesitated, pausing.

Then she lifted her hand and removed her mask, revealing the devastating slit where her mouth was, reaching from ear to ear.

A clean cut that stretched her face into a gruesome, mutilated mess.

The wound that terrorized the dreams of children across Japan, striking them with fear.

It was that same cold fear that struck you now, momentarily paralyzing you in your seat, your eyes afraid to move away from her grinning, bleeding face.

Her smile grew wider, showing her teeth, sharp as razors within.

“And now?”

It was impossible for you to miss the way her hands moved behind her back, drawing a knife in each, blood suddenly dripping down to the floor. You were suddenly aware of a body in the next car, a growing pool of crimson surrounding the prone corpse, entrails strewn about in a jumbled mess.

You had taken a deep breath, gathering your bearings while the woman waited for your response patiently, when the vision from earlier struck you.

You knew why she did what she did.

And it made you feel nothing but pity.

“I...I’m sorry for what happened to you,” you murmured, sighing and standing up from your seat. “It must’ve been hard...really hard for you to find forgiveness.”

For a moment, you thought her eyes had welled up with tears, that her body had softened and the bony fingers gripping those bloody knives had relaxed.

Then she hissed at you, standing up to face you, her body clearly towering over yours now, elongating until she was as tall as the ceiling of the subway car.

“Answer the question,” she growled, her voice distorted and demonic. “Am I pretty?”

“Please...forgive me,” you whispered.

“Is that a no?”

Slowly, you stretched your hands out, cracking your knuckles before drawing out a short dagger of your own, inscribed and blessed with sacred oil.

Then you smiled, albeit wistfully.

“Beauty...is on the inside, miss. It’s not about who you are on the outside.”

She laughed, pitching her head back, her mouth opening unnaturally wide before she stared you down, her eyes narrowing into a hungry glare.

“Wrong answer.”

..........................................

From the onset, the melee was short and concise, her movements efficient and directed to kill. It made sense; sightings of kuchisake-onna were commonly reported in tandem with corpses, cleanly disemboweled in one stroke, hardly a mess left behind save for the spilt blood and organs.

She certainly wasn’t one to play with her victims.

That much became obvious as she advanced on you, knives flying, her hands poking and prodding at your body, pushing your reflexes to the limit as you struggled to dodge and deflect each blow.

“Should’ve brought two,” you thought to yourself as you leaned back, a rush of air slicing over your nose, the swiftness of her attack almost catching you off guard.

Think. Think. How do I do this?

With smooth, practiced effort, you made a desperate sidestep to buy more time, attempting to slide past her to another end of the car with more room, though you weren’t able to avoid the end of her blade slicing cleanly into your left shoulder.

Blood dripped down your arm, the crimson liquid only amplifying the butterflies in your stomach, your heartbeat rocketing as adrenaline kicked in.

She merely smirked, pausing in her assault. “You’re better than most that I come across.”

You laughed.

“I wouldn’t be looking for you if I wasn’t.”

Her entertainment with you seemed to work to your advantage, her guard temporarily dropping, allowing you a simple instep and a swift jab, your dagger plunging into the side of her midsection, eliciting a roar of pain and a wild swing.

The back of her hand caught the corner of your cheek, the force of the blow sending you off your feet and flying onto your back, sliding along the ground before coming to a stop at the door to the next car.

“Fuck,” you cursed, getting to your feet, your left arm aching and numb, practically useless.

Her anger propelled her forwards like a missile, the knives raining down onto you again, forcing you back, back, back, until you knew there was no way you would be able to keep retreating. There was nowhere left to run.

And you knew goddamn well that there was nowhere to hide.

A stray blow found its mark on your cheek. Another found its place in your side. Then another just below it. Her knives were relentless. Hungry. Immeasurably quick. Defense was hopeless, you realized.

Not only was she better armed, her reach was long, extending significantly farther than any distance you could hope to close safely. The last time you had tried to slip past her, she’d merely nicked you. You knew you wouldn’t get so lucky again.

But you had to try something.

Stepping to the side, you attempted the same maneuver, trying to slip past her, sliding along the edges of the seats.

For a moment, it might’ve worked.

It might’ve worked if she hadn’t caught you in a well-placed slash, the blade cutting across your chest, a deep gash opening in your skin, sending you tumbling to the ground.

She loomed over you, grinning at her latest victim, her knives poised to end you.

“Not good enough, it would seem.”

With great effort, a thunderous crack of pain cracking through your arm, you raised your hand, holding it in front of you as thought to ward off her strength, to protect you for a short time.

It was all you had left to offer.

Then you focused.

Memories rushed through your mind’s eye, some familiar, some not. It was all a blur as you did your best to construct an immutable bond between her consciousness and yours, blending your lives into one, tricking her body into believing you were a part of her.

Part of it was luck. Part of it was instinct.

She would not harm herself.

Her knives suddenly came to a halt against the invisible barrier, a construction of your mind. The effort to maintain it made your vision spin with dizziness, your head splitting with a sudden migraine.

But the momentary confusion was enough for you then.

The apparition ceased her motions, screaming in annoyance. “What is this?!”

She reared back before striking the mental shield, a scream tearing from your throat as pain arced through your head from the strain. It was as though you were being struck by a lightning bolt, electricity crackling through your body at inhuman levels.

The ghost struck again, harder. Harder. Harder. Over and over and over again, your sight filling with black spots from the agony under the pressure.

It was too much.

Your hand fell to your side, limp and numb, your body refusing to obey your commands as you collapsed to the floor of the subway, exhausted. Clearly, you’d bitten off more than you could chew.

“Not talking so much anymore, hm?” the spirit laughed, gloating.

You managed a bloody chuckle at that.

“Just...ah...something in my...throat...”

As her ghastly smirk hovered above your head, you noticed a sudden glint in the window of the subway as it slowed at the oncoming station.

Then there was a thunderous crack as every window in the car shattered simultaneously, glass shards raining down like a shower of knives, the sound jolting both you and the ghost.

The subway was still slowing down when somehow, you noticed another figure at the end of the car, small and petite, eyes glittering like rubies, long brown hair swept behind her. How she had even gotten into the car was a mystery to you, but her gaze was trained on the apparition still reeling from the shock of her surprising entrance.

She leapt at the ghost, launching her tiny frame from one end of the car to the others, tackling the apparition with unbelievable ferocity, overpowering it with brute strength and speed, punches flying as she pummeled it into the steel floor.

They tangled against each other for a few quick moments before you suddenly realized your dagger was missing, lost in the mix of glass and blood on the ground.

The ghostly screech of pain and explosion of black, inky blood was enough to tell you who had taken it.

You breathed a weak sigh of relief as you struggled to your hands and knees, blood pouring from your wounds, pain digging into your senses, a headache roaring in your ears. You blacked out for a moment, collapsing like a fawn before struggling again to your feet, grasping at the nearest pole, discombobulated and dazed.

You needed to get home.

“We have arrived at Shibuya Station,” the automated voice announced, just as calm and poised as before. “We have arrived at Shibuya Station. Please stand clear of the doors.”

Shibuya? That’s...that’s far. Right?

You took a step towards the door, your body as heavy as a twenty ton bucket of bricks, before your stamina gave out, your knees buckling under your own weight, sending you tumbling back down to the floor, a muffled cry of alarm ringing out from behind you in your dulling ears.

It was filthy, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as your eyes closed, your arms dangling uselessly at your sides, and despite the gentle tug of someone’s grip on your hand, you quickly found yourself falling into a warm, comfortable embrace, into the insulated, gentle darkness of unconsciousness.

..........................................

Your eyes were closed as you woke up, your body still against a soft surface, cushioning you comfortably. A soft buzz zipped through the air, an annoying noise that beat incessantly at your brain.

Your body still felt heavy, unsurprisingly. But there was suddenly more cloth on your body, some kind of cotton stinging at your wounds. Gauze?

Where the fuck were you?

“You know I know you’re awake, right?”

You stayed still.

“You snore like you have a respiratory illness,” the voice continued, and you could hear the traces of a smile in her voice. “Besides, you have to get up anyway so I can finish bandaging you.”

You cracked an eye open, finding yourself face to face with the demure-looking woman, chocolate-brown hair draped over her shoulder, tiny in contrast to the spacious room behind her. 

Joohyun. Bae Joohyun.

She was a friend, a companion, an unlikely yet perfect ally in an impossible situation. She’d been there from the first moment; the kidnapping and captivity, the drugging and injections, the escape and reconstruction. There was nothing you’d suffered through that she didn’t suffer through with you, and the quiet defiance lying dormant in her gaze was a permanent reminder of your broken past.

As usual, her lips were set in a neutral frown, though her eyes told a different story. Emotions flitted across them, shooting stars on the blank canvas of a night sky.

Concern. Humor. A touch of relief, even.

“You’re alive,” she said calmly, her voice firm. “Good. Sit up please.”

You weren’t surprised at her nonchalance, her hands wringing out a rag over a bucket, blood dripping steadily into it. Joohyun had never been one to wear her heart on her sleeve, even less so after the experiments began. She’d always been the last to scream whenever the trials started, the last to cry in pain. The only one who never seemed to complain or give a damn.

She was stronger than you had even imagined someone could be, unbreakable, a force to be reckoned with.

Joohyun sat with you for a while, cleaning the cuts all over your body, subtly watching how your face shifted into grimaces, listening for the pained exhales that escaped your lips whenever she prodded too much. The buzz of the lamp slowly dulled into your periphery as you watched her slowly fix you and put your pieces back together.

“You’re pretty heavy, you know,” she finally said, breaking the silence. “You’ll need to cut some weight if you want to pass out again like that.”

Her joke fell on deaf ears, however. What she said mattered little compared to what she was, quite literally, thinking.

Don't you dare fucking scare me like that again.

“So...how’d you find me?” you asked, a cocky grin sliding on your face. Her expression remained impassive.

“I heard you,” she responded. “The subway made it hard to track exactly where, but I found you anyways.”

You laughed.

“Track me?” you repeated, faux-innocently. “Well, if you wanted to see me you could’ve just asked.”

She wasn’t amused.

“Don’t be an ass. You shouldn’t have been out there alone,” she bit back, eyes narrowing. 

The sting of her tone was only slightly soothed by your knowledge of her taciturn nature, her own expression softening when she realized how harsh her words sounded. “I meant I just don’t really...I...um...”

“It’s fine,” you sighed, feeling much like a kicked puppy. “I...you’re right.”

“You just...you need to be more careful,” she whispered, dabbing away at a spot of dried blood on your face. “Okay?”

 You nodded. “Mm.”

You sat there for a long while, a comfortable silence developing in the air as you looked around you, finally taking in your surroundings for what they were.

It was surprisingly spacious and free, the ceilings high above your head and the lights dim. There was a window high up on the wall, a solitary streak of moonlight blending into the warm orange glow of the lamps below.

You were sitting on a couch, leathery and soft, a large flat-screen TV propped up on the wall ahead of you upon a mantel. A considerable amount of dust was present on the coffee table in front of you, a clear sign of infrequent usage.

“God, you’re a mess,” she murmured to herself, shaking her head at the dust and dirt that had accumulated on your clothes. Automatically, her hands began peeling your clothes off, helping you out of your jacket, carefully removing your shirt. It was when she reached your pants that she stopped, a faint blush decorating her cheeks, a rare moment of embarrassment settling in with a sheepish smile.

It was something you knew you would treasure, the special seconds in each day where she could blend into normalcy. Neither of you nor any of the other test subjects were ordinary any longer, augmented and changed in ways none of you could describe.

Gifts, the doctor called them. In many ways, you could say that they were. Heightened senses, increased strength and durability, psychokinesis and ESP potency, even color-changing camouflage skin.

But something about how he had tried to use these abilities as leverage to beg for his own life made you think they were a little less altruistic than mere “gifts”.

Carefully watching Joohyun, you gestured at the long banister of winding stairs to the upper floor of the house. “So...are the kids asleep?”

She nodded.

“The kids” in question, of course, were four younger test subjects who’d managed to slip out of the facility with you and Joohyun. Really, they were all friends, but given the difference in their age, you had found it fitting to call them such, especially with their seemingly boundless reserves of positive energy.

God, they seriously never stopped talking sometimes.

You let your hand drift over the space between the two of you, your fingers slowly wrapping around her slender, tiny, soft palm, holding it gently as she gave you a patiently bemused look.

“Joohyun.”

“Hm?”

You brought her hand up to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to it. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

She was silent for a moment, the corners of her lips pulling up slightly further, the shine of her smile finally reaching her eyes.

“You know I don’t like it when you read my mind,” she said, her voice steady and cool, though her complaint held no malice. Her hand squeezed yours gently, laced with forgiveness.

It’s okay. You’re here. That’s what matters.

“I thought I told you not to read my mind.” She smirked knowingly. 

Again?

You grinned, looking away. “Sorry.”

“Mm-hmm. You should be. Running out like that,” she chided lightly, her hand playfully slapping you.

Tilting your face back towards her, she let her fingers brush your chin, both of her hands raising to cup your cheeks.

“Don’t do that again. Promise?”

You wrapped your arms around her slender waist, pulling her on top of your lap to straddle you in those accursed fishnets, strings of fabric that teased your eyes to no end.

“I promise.”

Then her lips were on yours, curved in a bashful smile, equal parts wicked and sweet, needy yet patient. Her hands slid down to your chest, pushing down on you even while the rest of her body pressed against you sensually, her warmth lighting up the front of you, dulling the pain that ached in your muscles.

The tips of her slender fingers soothed you, relieved you of the tension that constantly plagued you day in and day out, and you found yourself losing your restraint beneath her feathery, teasing touch.

“Ah...fuck,” you groaned softly as her lips slowly migrated down to your jawline, nipping gently at the skin, a light chuckle slipping from her lips as your breath quickened. “Joohyun...”

She hummed pleasantly against your skin, the vibrations of her voice rumbling against your throat. Then she paused, pulling back slowly, the same diffident smile on her face. “Why don’t I go run a bath?”

Her touch had begun to recede, her hands leaving your bare skin when you caught her wrist, holding her for a moment.

“It’s okay. I can just take a shower later,” you said quickly, gently tugging her back to you.

Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “But I want a bath.”

She slipped from your grasp easily, fleeing out of sight, giggling at the whine that you could scarcely believe you had made as she slowly walked down the hall, pulling you along an invisible string, a fly caught in the spider’s web, helpless and unable to resist.

A bath it is.

You opened the bathroom door as the water began to roar out of the faucet, filling the tub rapidly as you watched, savoring another moment of normalcy in your hectic lives, treasuring a new memory with Joohyun as she busied herself fiddling with the knobs, turning them to adjust the heat until she was satisfied.

Then she turned to face you, her hair tumbling down her shoulders, a blush playing on her cheeks, the steam of the hot water misting her skin with a light sheen of sweat.

She was beautiful.

“You’re staring, you know.”

Her tone was playful and amused, her eyes trained on you.

Then she began to undress, her hands slowly slipping off her jacket and her halter top before her pace fell to a crawl, inch by agonizing inch of her skin slowly revealing itself as she lifted her bra up and over her shoulders, as she slid those tantalizing fishnets down her slender legs.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight.

Fuck, she was perfect. She was everything you’d remembered from earlier in the day, when you’d managed to steal a moment alone with her after lunch, allowing a quick rendezvous in the upstairs closet to satiate both of your burning desires. Modest, pert breasts. A smooth, toned stomach. Perfectly sculpted legs that were made to be wrapped around your waist. A smile that constantly toed the line between innocently unassuming and sinfully inviting.

But beyond her objective appearance were the small details, so miniscule that they might easily be lost in the wash of her general beauty, the one that had heads turning wherever she went.

There was the birthmark below the underside of her right breast. The discolored bruise of a nasty fall earlier that week. Then there were the more permanent and numerous marks of pain all along her back; scars ranging from jagged cuts to small nicks, each carrying a story of desolation.

You smiled at the sight, feeling the peaceful calm of the present wash over you. The laboratory was long, long gone, stuck in a past both of you had been lucky enough to escape.

She must have sensed your reminiscence, felt the path of your thoughts with her intuition, because she quickly pulled you back into the present with an aptly thrown pair of panties, the flimsy cloth falling to your feet and calling your attention.

Black lace. Your favorite.

“Come on,” she said softly, gently, stepping towards you on the tiled floor with a knowing smirk, equal parts questioning and confident. “You can’t have clothes on in a bath.”

Her fingers drifted down to your pants, deftly undressing you, her fingertips skimming over your skin like wisps of wind, stopping as your cock sprang free from the confines of your straining boxers, pulsing and aching at first contact with the cool air.

Even now, Joohyun still managed a faint blush at the sight, a dazzlingly timid smile gracing her lips as she looked up at you with some measure of surprise.

“My, my,” she murmured, her hand wrapping around your rock-hard member, giving it a soft squeeze. “Someone’s getting impatient.”

Now it was your turn to blush, your eyes narrowing at her.

“You wanted the bath.”

Joohyun laughed at your rebuttal, satisfied all the more by the small pout on your lips. 

“Touché.” 

Then she stood, releasing your hardness, her fingers interlacing through your own, gently pulling you along with her towards the tub, thoroughly filled and oddly fragrant, though the scent was actually quite agreeable.

“Mint and lemon,” you thought absently. Just like her.

The warmth of the water was all-encompassing, relaxing and insulating, the natural weightlessness of your body somehow setting you at ease, letting you lean back against the edge of the expansive tub with a sigh, your eyes shutting in bliss. The hiss of your wounds hardly bothered you then, even as your bandages were thoroughly soaked.

I’ll change them after I get out.

It was a long, long moment before you opened your eyes again, your vision slowly filling with the sight of Joohyun’s tiny frame, hovering close to you, her face lit up with a playful smile.

She was holding a sponge.

“Wash me?” she asked, her head cocked to the side, studying your expression. Her eyes were filled with an ever-present gentleness, an irreverent type of care, and it was sometimes enough to make you wonder whether she had hidden ESP abilities herself.

You nodded, extricating the sponge from her fingers as she slowly turned around in the water until her back was facing you.

It was always her back that she had been most sensitive about when you had begun to grow intimate with her, from refusing to face away from you to simply avoiding you entirely. She had been afraid, deathly so that the marks would frighten you and send you into a disgusted shock.

You’d found out when you’d fled with her from the laboratory the first time, finding some semblance of shelter at a forest miles and miles away from where you had come from.

“Y-You don’t...think it’s...it’s...”

You clasped her hands in yours, holding her close while she held back tears, her secret finally having been revealed under terrible happenstance.

“What’s wrong, Joohyun?”

It was only when she took a shaky breath, her eyes finally meeting yours at a sidelong glance that you realized the genuine hatred she felt for them, the burning, endless fire of vengeance that crackled in the deepest recesses of her heart.

“...impure?”

You felt tears of your own well up as you hugged her tighter, her limbs and suddenly seeming so, so small.

So, so frail.

“Never, Joohyun,” you said, with determined finality. “Never.”

You leaned in close, your hands holding her sides before you let your mouth trace the outline of every piece of her anguish, every inch of what she hated most on herself, tied directly to her unflinching desire to hurt and destroy and to kill those who had done such things to her.

“You’re beautiful, Joohyun. You’ve always been the brightest star, had the kindest heart,” you smiled, kissing her tear-streaked nose, your eyes trained on her as you laid under the night sky, all thoughts of escaping your pursuers temporarily gone. 

“A little darkness never hurt anyone.”

Well, with the exception of the doctor. But you didn’t think even all the saints in the world could make you feel a shred of sympathy for him.

The sponge was soapy and pliant, pressing gently against her skin, massaging her sore muscles and tight shoulders. The water quickly turned cloudier with the suds, though you weren’t paying attention to anything except the occasional sigh that Joohyun let out, her lips curved in a small smile, her back leaning against you.

You took notice of a jagged crescent running over her back, wide and sharp, remembering the way you’d begged for them to stop as the whip burned into her skin.

You wailed like a child, an infant, struggling uselessly in your restraints, kicking and shouting.

“Please!” you begged, shrieking, your lungs hoarse as you knelt in captivity, your own wounds momentarily forgotten as Joohyun jerked reflexively with each successive strike. “Please, please, fuck, please!”

She was silent, her proud, beautiful head hanging limply as the masked man continued his mindless onslaught, his arm pistoning up and down, up and down, the crack of the weapon making you flinch with every strike, the stench of blood filling the air.

You screamed bloody murder, you begged for forgiveness, you threatened him with everything you knew under the sun, you offered everything you had and more.

Still, the doctor merely stood next to you, watching, impassive, his face betraying no emotion.

Nothing.

The message was clear to you.

Either you would break, or they would soon have to find another whip.

“I-I’ll do it!” you sobbed, keeling over onto your side, your breath coming out in ragged gasps. “I-I’ll cooperate...j-just stop. Please.”

The hooded man stopped, his arm immediately falling to his side, taking two quick, wide steps back into the shadows, the dim light of the room hardly enough for you even to see Joohyun.

Yet, it was clear to you she was conscious, her eyes finally peeking out from behind her bloodied and matted hair, fixing onto yours as the doctor began to drag you from the room, his hand tugging a fistful of your hair.

“No,” you could hear her murmur. “No. No. No! Don’t do this! I...I’m fine! Don’t take him! Don’t—”

The metal clang of the door silenced her protests, shutting you away from her warmth, from her protection.

But it was worth it.

Even once the needles began stabbing into your head, pushing so far that you could practically feel your skull vibrating beneath the pressure, cracking at the seams.

It was worth it.

“Hey,” her voice called out yet again, a tender hand caressing your cheek. “Hey, come back to me.”

You regained your senses abruptly, your eyes widening, your breath suddenly catching in your throat as you jammed yourself back against the wall of the tub, disturbing the balance of the water violently.

“Shit! Shit, oh my...fuck,” you finished, panting heavily, your chest rising and falling, rising and falling, your heart racing in your ribcage.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

Then she closed the distance again, tucking herself comfortably against your body, slowly letting herself meld into your curves, her eyes trained on your face, watching for any flashes of psychokinetic-enhanced reminiscence.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded slowly, gulping. “I...yeah.”

She was silent for a moment, a finger absentmindedly dancing along the skin of your abs beneath the water.

“Where’d you go?”

“I...”

You were suddenly overwhelmed with sensations; heat, stinging pain, a honey-like liquid covering you in sweet stickiness, random visions flashing by for mere seconds before Joohyun quickly grabbed you by the shoulders, anchoring you with her, reality and memory blending together, a mess of dream and nightmare.

She shook you once, sitting up now, staring deep into your eyes with concern laid bare, the mildest of frowns on her face.

“I thought you said they were going away,” she said softly, disappointedly, her expression crestfallen.

She had every right to be dejected; of the test subjects, only you still had any side-effects to your treatment, an ugly shadow hiding in your life to constantly remind you of who you were.

“They...they come and go sometimes,” you replied, your head still swimming slightly, though the episode had begun to dull to a simple headache. Nothing you couldn’t handle with an aspirin. “I-I think I’m fine for now.”

Joohyun still seemed unconvinced, her hand tilting your head from side to side, checking you for any external bleeding, anything at all that might be wrong.

“Are you sure? Do you want me to go get—”

“No, no, nothing, it’s okay,” you mumbled, holding her tighter in your arms, your face burying itself closer in her hair, breathing in her soothing scent. “J-Just...can you hold me?”

You had begun to blush even before the words had left your mouth, long before Joohyun cradled your head in her hands, pulling you close for a tender, smoldering kiss.

“Of course,” she murmured, a thumb brushing your chin absently. “Just relax.”

Her words were long and drawn out, hushed and furtive, yet the way her lips reunited with yours, pressing deeper and deeper, was anything but secretive, her body slowly shifting to be on top of your lap, straddling you, her arms wrapping deeply around your neck, your own hands finding their places at her hips. She moaned quietly into your mouth, her hips grinding down once onto your cock, quickly bringing you to attention again.

Her tongue flickered against yours, exploring your mouth for a moment before she quickly let her teeth find her favorite spot at your jawline, nipping and sucking, kissing and licking at the skin of your neck, just above your pulse point.

“Oh my...oh my god, Joohyun,” you moaned out, scarcely able to stop yourself from simply falling boneless beneath her perfect assault of teeth, tongue and lips. You were as vulnerable then as a cat picked up by the scruff of the neck, completely helpless and at her mercy, utterly unwilling to resist as she continued to mark you as hers.

You could feel her mouth curving into a smile as she slowly traveled down, kissing down your submerged stomach and abdomen, trailing along the edges of the water until she arrived at your cock, sitting up and eyeing you intently, dead set on playing with her food.

She was going to be the death of you someday.

“Still wanna take that lonely shower?” she teased, a hand loosely fitting around your length.

You groaned softly, swallowing any snarky reply that bubbled up in your throat, shooting her a glance of submission.

“Joohyun...”

You couldn’t help the whine that slipped into your tone, the tiny pout that was most surely on your face..

She laughed at you, a brilliant sound that rang around the walls of the bathroom, before she knelt back down, giving the head of your cock a slow, firm lick, your hips jerking upwards reflexively at the stimulation.

“Fuck, please...I...d-don't tease..."

“Hey, hey, relax.” A finger pressed to your lips, shushing you. “Just focus on me, okay? I’m going to take care of you.”

She took you into her mouth carefully, her cheeks hollowing around the length of your cock, sucking ever so gently as a thick sheen of saliva began to build. Her tongue was soft and unyielding, pressing haphazardly about, the seemingly random way it flicked over each inch acting in perfect tandem with her hand stroking you below.

Her voice hummed low as she steadily whittled you down, an indulgent and sensual moan muffled by her efforts to take you further down her throat, choking it all down quietly.

It was all so perfectly imperfect, sweet and cautious, exploratory and efficient, her hair fanning about on the surface of the water like tendrils, extending around her as her head bobbed up and down, over and over, her eyes boring into yours with their intense mahogany color.

“Don’t stop...mmm...oh my god.”

You couldn’t help the moans that escaped your throat, your pleasure multiplied tenfold by the unassuming and almost mathematical way Joohyun teased you, one hand drifting down to gently fondle your balls while the other laced through yours, gripping it tightly, giving you an ample outlet to try and stave off your release.

Joohyun’s lips tightened, curving into a smile at the way you twitched and swelled inside of her mouth, your cock both mercifully and cruelly released from her wet orifice with an audible pop. No sooner had you left her mouth did her hand wrap around you tightly, pumping you rapidly, a surprised little squeak escaping your lips as one form of pleasure was replaced with another in your mind.

“You’re being very loud today,” she said casually, the tempo of her hand maintaining its metronomic pace.

“Definitely 208 beats per minute,” you thought to yourself vaguely, your vision growing hazy as you threw your head back, mouth open in a silent ‘o’.

Her rhythm continued unabated, every new wave of bliss crashing into you with devastating effect. Your legs trembled and shook against the floor of the tub, the surface of the soapy water rippling, though neither you nor Joohyun had the mind to care.

“Please...i-if you keep...Joohyun...”

If she heard you desperate gasps, words the you just barely managed to coherently piece together, her hand didn’t show it, tightening just enough to practically force your hand, the pressure building like a hot coil in the pit of your stomach. Your hips began to buck up of their own volition, grinding into the hot, soft, delicious friction of her hand, and she quickly leaned back down, her face positioning itself right in front of the head.

Then she licked your cock at just the right interval, the muscle flickering out like a boxer’s jab, the light, sudden tap of her warm, wet tongue triggering your climax, your hot, white cum suddenly shooting all over her face in messy, sticky ropes, spilling into her hair, into her mouth, slowly sliding down her face and chin like maple syrup. Your hand squeezed hers tightly through it all, a strangled, incandescent moan tearing itself from your throat, your earlier visions entirely forgotten in the bliss of your orgasm, Joohyun’s tongue continuing to circle around the head of your cock, coaxing out a few last spurts of your semen before she wrapped her lips around you again, slurping it all up and swallowing it down with a wicked smirk.

Your mouth hung open for a while, your breath slowly returning to your lungs, your body lying limply against the tub while Joohyun slowly kissed her way back up to your lips, pressing her supple breasts against your chest, heating the now-cooled water with your combined body heat rubbing up against each other.

“Joohyun,” you managed to mutter between kisses, your head still swimming.

“Hm?”

“Lay down on your back.”

“What? Wh—“

You silenced her with another kiss, quick and demanding, filled with your need to repay her.

“You took care of me,” you said simply, smiling. “Let me return the favor.”

She blanched as you sat up suddenly, crowding her space, pushing her back until her back was pressed against the opposite side of the tub, your arms placed on either side of her head.

“W-Wait, you don’t have to—“

You grinned cheekily, despite the tiredness that hid behind your eyes from the combined strain of fighting a ghost and a mind-blowing orgasm.

“I want to.”

You dipped down from her lips, finally getting an opportunity of your own to suck at the skin of her neck, your teeth gently teasing a small strip of flesh before you quickly dived down to her breasts, licking and kissing her mounds.

They were soft and tender, yet supple and firm, containing just the right amount of volume to let your fingers sink into them without squeezing too hard. Their size was just right for your palm, her nipples poking out and growing swollen as you flicked and pinched them, eliciting soft moans from Joohyun’s throat as she watched your movements closely.

“Fuck, I love these,” you muttered as you let your tongue swirl around an areola, her tits quickly becoming marked with red love bites.

She let out a breathy laugh, blushing.

“R-Really? I—ah, I always thought they were a...oh, yes, don’t stop...a l-little small.”

You gave her a slightly harder nip, showing your disagreement. “They’re perfect.”

She didn’t bother to respond, simply pushing you further down until you reached her pussy, her hands immediately yanking your head forwards and practically jamming your face directly into her clit, your tongue reflexively reaching out to tease the folds of her cavern.

Her breaths quickened at the bursts of pleasure coming from her core, her head tilting back with closed eyes as she sighed with momentous satisfaction, her hunger for your touch temporarily sated. Then she keened loudly, her hips and stomach arching up, grinding her face against your mouth, desperate to relieve more tension, to soothe the burning ache between her legs.

Her powerful, toned thighs clamped together, her knees knocking against each other before opening again, subconscious indecision racking her body as she struggled to settle between shoving your face further against her clit or trapping it where it was between her legs.

“A-Ah...mmm, that’s good, keep—ah!”

Her voice trailed off into a wail as you quickened the pace of your tongue, flattening it and licking firmly against her engorged bud, swiping along her dripping slit.

It had always been intoxicating to go down on her; her slick juices tangy and sticky between your lips, and though there wasn’t really much of a flavor other than a mildly salty aftertaste, the way Joohyun’s lips chanted your name, begging you with soft cries of more, more, fuck, don’t stop was reward enough for your efforts.

Her hands carded through your hair, pulling hard enough to let you feel a tug yet softly enough so that it didn’t hurt, the pads of her fingers pressing down almost desperately against your scalp as she maintained an honest effort in not digging her nails into your skull.

“Even when she’s losing it, she still thinks of me,” you mused to yourself, your eyes closed while you continued teasing her. What did I do to deserve you?

You smiled at the thought, your lips curving against her folds as you gave her clit another slow, languid lick, relishing in the way her body seemed to quiver at the sensation, savoring the sharp way in which her moans would tremble and shoot to new pitches, increasing in volume.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this.”

Another lick. Another sensual whimper.

“P-Please—“

“You’re perfect, Joohyun,” you murmured. “Never forget that.”

You watched as she cracked open her eyes, her face flushed and red, her gaze trained onto yours, warm and inviting, pleading and trusting.

Then you read her mind.

I love you.

You smiled softly. “Tell me what you need.”

Joohyun let out a breathless sigh. “You. All of you.”

Her words triggered something in you, something warm and gentle, not quite animalistic yet purely instinctive.

You loved her.

You wanted to give everything to her.

You wanted to be worthy of her kindness, to be enough to protect her from everything you’d been through, to hold her through cold nights and raging infernos of chaos.

You stood, the water rippling violently at the disturbance, before you lowered yourself onto her, your body pressed flush against hers. A sigh fell from both of your lips as your cock rubbed against her lips.

“Joohyun,” you croaked, your throat dry and tight with need. “I-I love you, I ne—“

“Just hurry,” she whispered, interrupting you as her eyes darkened with desire. “I need you inside me too. Please.”

Her plea stole your breath away, the tone of her voice making you grit your teeth and shut your eyes, painfully aroused and struggling to restrain yourself.

“Don’t hold back.”

Her voice called to you in your self-induced sensory shutout, bringing you back yet again, breaking down your walls in a way only she could. You felt her soft palm trace the curve of your jawline, lovingly cradling the side of your head as her legs wrapped around your waist, locking you in.

“You won’t hurt me,” she reassured, her hand giving your face a soft squeeze. “I’m the strong one, remember?”

A teasing lilt entered her voice, and when you finally opened your eyes again, she was beaming up at you, patiently waiting for you to be okay.

No guilt.

No shame.

Just Joohyun.

You laughed softly, almost incredulously as she leaned up, her arms tightening around your neck in a tender kiss, silencing both of your groans as you slid into her slick, tight warmth.

Her walls clenched around you with familiarity, molding around the length of your cock firmly. It was almost suffocating, the way she pulsed around you, the way you fit so snugly inside of her, the way her heels dug into your spine, her body fitting around yours like a puzzle piece.

“Please, please, please,” she whimpered, her hands finding their grip on your shoulders, her nails scraping against your skin as she sought to push you into her, to force some semblance of movement. “I...I need...m-more—ah!”

Her head pitched back, her eyes squeezing shut again as you hilted yourself into her.

“Oh, oh god—”

You drew back slowly, savoring the feeling of her walls dragging against your length, sucking and clinging at your skin before you snapped back like a rubber band, slamming your hips against hers, a sharp cry piercing the air as you fucked her, slow and deep, your own groans silenced into her neck and collar.

The soapy water sloshed along the walls, rising and falling in waves as you filled her need, sated her hunger, your fingers languidly squeezing and kneading at her breasts, leaving her breathless and like putty against your body and the edges of the tub. To watch her come undone with you, to feel yourself unravel into tiny little particles of dust at her behest made your cock twitch within her pulsating pussy, your lips marking her neck with haphazard purple splotches, relishing the way her throat trilled against your lips with her whimpers as you pounded her just as she wanted you to.

“F-Fuck,” you whispered against her neck, your head burrowed in that curve between. “You feel...ah...so...fucking...tight...”

Her back arched at your words, the sound of your voice tickling her ears, and her nails quickly began to scrabble more furiously at your naked back, her body going haywire at the stimulation of your cock, spasming uncontrollably with the pleasure forcing her mind to go blank.

“M-More! Please, oh god, I need—I’m s-so close!” 

Her voice quavered wildly, hardly more than a sob, a desperate plea for all that you had.

In your own haze of the moment, you barely recognized your sense of touch, yet still your hand reached down, slipping right over the folds of her pussy to tease her clit, rubbing it furiously, back and forth, back and forth.

Joohyun’s back arched up into yours at the sudden increase in stimulation, a scream tearing itself from her throat as her pussy clenched around your cock, squeezing your length, milking you for everything you had as she came, shivering and trembling under the force of it all, her eyes rolling up into her head as she collapsed backwards, twitching limply, accepting your final thrusts before you exploded inside of her, filling her with your hot, sticky cum, the excess slowly dripping out into the tub of lukewarm water.

The smell of sex hung in the air, musky and heavy, and though you and Joohyun typically made it a point never to leave too obvious of a trace, you couldn’t much find it in yourself to care then, simply basking in the tub, kept comfortably warm only by the heat emanating from Joohyun’s bare skin. You let her breathing soothe you, feeling her chest rise and fall with the air inflating her lungs, listening to the thundering beat of her heart through her chest.

Slowly, both of you seemed to reboot and restart, disentangling from one another, leaving fleeting touches along the way. The adrenaline draining from both of your bodies left you bare and unprotected, the pain of your bandages flaring up again, Joohyun’s eyes suddenly creasing at the feeling of soreness between her legs.

But there was no regret. There were no words.

It wasn’t the first time you’d done this. Not even the second. It had simply started one day, and neither of you had been eloquent enough with words to broach the subject without considerable awkwardness.

Boyfriend and girlfriend? Dating? Friends with benefits?

Perhaps it was a question you typically would’ve struggled with; what were you?

Not now, however, as Joohyun easily looped your arm over her shoulder, carrying you out of the tub and peeling off the ruined pieces of gauze, her cheeks still burning red, maybe from passion, maybe from embarrassment. You didn’t push into it, silently sitting at the bed, thoroughly dried off as she continued to work her magic, patching you up again, sealing the cuts that had reopened in the bath.

The silence helped you focus again on the lingering feel of her fingertips, soft and prodding, small and focused, pressing and massaging your muscles until you couldn’t help but relax loosely.

You let out a sigh, smiling as you slowly clambered under the covers, naked, but too lazy and tired to care. She quickly slid in next to you just the same.

This time, it was her turn to wrap her arms around you, her tiny body lined up next to yours, her shoulder providing a perfect pillow for your head. Her limbs tangled themselves with yours again, her fingers instinctually locking with yours beneath the covers as she pressed a kiss to your forehead, her fingers combing through your hair once, twice, then thrice.

You looked up at her, her hair glowing a silvery white in the cracks of moonlight that slipped through the curtained window, a beautiful silhouette in the darkness of your bedroom. She was smiling softly, contentedly, as she continued to caress your hair.

It was as she brought her hand through your hair one last time, instead opting to curl up next to you, resting her head against yours that you finally realized what you were.

Together.

And that was enough for you.

A/N 2: Hey everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve put any work out there, but I was hit with some inspiration the other day after reading about Japanese myths and urban legends, so I decided to incorporate one, the kuchisake-onna, in a story. Different sources have different ideas of her, so I kinda spun it however I wanted to since it’s just a legend anyways. I honestly thought the horror/dark element was pretty suitable for Irene because I feel like she suits dark and mature concepts better than cute and happy-go-lucky ones. If you guys have any questions as to anything in this story, please feel free to send in an ask, because I know this one was definitely kinda weird and a lot of the plot ideas were completely off-the-cuff. Anyways, yes, I’m back for now, and I hope you enjoyed it!

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A/N 1: I want to thank you all. Those of you who were here from the start. Those of you who have come along during the ride. I’m glad you’re all here. When I started this blog, I never imagined I could meet milestones or celebrate occasions like these. There was no ambition nor expectation, but you guys have exceeded any metric I could have put in place by moonshots.

Well. Here we are.

Thank you for 2000 followers. I am sincerely grateful for your support, and hope that you’ll continue following my work.

With that said, this is my 2k follower celebration piece! Enjoy!

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You find her by accident, a mess of leaves and crushed branches, illuminated by the light of the rising sun, propped against the enchanted back fence of your home. It’s only this enchantment that keeps the wood from collapsing beneath the weight of her feral form, that diverts the rare uninvited guest elsewhere, though with how far off the main road the cabin is, it’s practically impossible to find it without knowing the unmarked path.

She isn’t bleeding. She’s breathing. Her heartbeat is steady. That much you can tell almost instantly, a product of your enhanced senses. Yet still, she bristles like a rabid dog, fangs bared at the slightest sound, and for a moment, it’s almost a question of identification; is it really her? You’ve never seen her so haggard, so clearly unkempt and bothered even while transformed. But no, that streak of cyan fur, that silver chain tied about her neck—no doubt, it’s Seungyeon. Dark, predatory eyes glow with hazy irritation, and she snarls when you take a step closer before whimpering, doubled over and shivering as though doused in ice water.

Her temperament is suddenly thin, short, though as a human-born-werewolf, she exhibits vastly more manipulation of her curse than most of her kind, even during full moon shifts, rendering her capable of maintaining her genuine consciousness even when transformed.

Then she growls again, her haunches tense, and it becomes enough for you to question her stability, her control—could she have been drugged? No, she certainly would’ve sensed such an underhanded tactic. For a moment, you almost even reach for the silver sword over your shoulder before you relax, shake your head. After all, you wouldn’t try to kill her regardless.

“Seungyeon,” you say, and you manage to keep your voice nonchalant. “You in there?”

She stops. Eyes you warily. A quiet whine escapes through her muzzle. She stands on shaky limbs as black fur recedes and bones snap; a groan, mixed between human and animal, tears from her throat, guttural and pained. By nature, transformations are agonizing, and you look away until you can hear her labored breathing, the sounds of a distinctly human body on the grass.

Still, it’s clear something is wrong.

Slowly, she emerges in a crouch, unclothed and bare, sheltered only by the decency of thorny twigs and torn vegetation. Discolored red and yellow leaves fall from her tangled hair, and she covers herself the best she can with frail arms, with a ragged and torn cloak.

“You’re a mess,” you call lightly, lips curved into a smirk.

“Fuck off,” she bites back, and her eyes furrow into a glare, her mouth shaped into a scowl. You’re more than familiar with this expression, her annoyance unhidden from behind a veil of maturity and composure. “Is your alchemist here?”

“Flint? He’s on his way to the next town. Something about a favor to repay.” You shrug, though concern knots itself into worry in your stomach. “Until he gets back, I’m all yours.”

“How unfortunate.” She manages a small smile, tight-lipped and disappointed, and though her words are framed as a joke, there’s still a tinge of truth in her expression. You certainly can’t blame her sentiment; with as much as you know about taking care of yourself, taking care of others requires a stable, logical, and cautious mind.

None of which apply to you.

“Seungyeon,” you start, and she trembles beneath a light breeze, goosebumps rising on her pale skin, “are you hurt?”

The seriousness of your tone surprises both of you, and from where she’s crouched on the ground, she locks her gaze onto yours. Flickers of light glow in her eyes, a conscious curiosity, an appraising gratitude, but mostly a swirling hunger; it howls ravenously, cries louder, louder, until it’s near bursting.

The connection snaps almost as soon as it’s made, the vortex of color wrenched away, and the mossy ground suddenly captures all of her attention. “I—no, no, that isn’t it. I’m fine, but…could we go inside?”

There’s no hesitation, no pause before the of course slips from your tongue; though she glares at you when you help her get to her feet, it quickly becomes impossible to ignore the warmth of her body pressed to your side, her hand tender in your grasp as you loop an arm under her shoulder.

“Inviting yourself into my home?” You chuckle beneath your breath, shake your head. “Never thought I’d see the day you actually want my help.”

She huffs through gritted teeth. “Neither did I.”

It makes you laugh, the redness of her face, as you stumble through the door together and she quickly detaches herself from you—even quicker, she rushes into your kitchen, snatching the nearest glass of water without a second glance before she drinks like a wanderer in the desert, her throat bobbing with every gulp, her head pitched back. When she stops, she grasps the sides of the cup with both hands as though afraid to drop it, sheepishly avoiding your eyes, your raised brow, your mouth agape with an unspoken warning. Her elbows lean against the corners of the sink, and for a moment, you think she’s going to vomit right then and there down the drain.

Definitely too late to tell her that wasn’t actually water.

“Ugh, fuck,” she groans, and she sighs, eyes closed, unmoving, her back facing you. No vomit, thankfully, though she certainly isn’t out of the woods yet. “That was not water.”

You smile, and it’s all you can do to refrain from panicking, bustling her over to the examination table for a checkup. It isn’t a full moon for another week, and she seems crazed, restless, and…and…fuck, you can’t help but think that Flint would know what to do if he were here. What potions to brew, what remedies to make, what to say and what to do. You’re the monster hunter, after all, not the scientist or the medic, and you don’t need any more blood on your hands.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, and your voice is a hum. Smooth but unsure. Harmonious but dissonant. You’re almost scared to hear her response.

Now she fidgets. The cup rotates in her fingers, and the tips of her ears grow pink. Still, she doesn’t turn to look at you. “I’m…well, I was just in town nearby, um, preparing for the full moon, and—fuck, I just—it’s just so…” 

She stops. Spares you a glance over her shoulder. Her face turns a vivid shade of darkened fuchsia from the tip of her nose to her cheeks. Then, almost imperceptibly, she mumbles, “I’m going into heat.”

Oh. Oh.

Your hands suddenly feel clammy, and your body stiffens. Dammit. Now you have to get another drink to quell your nerves.

Seungyeon seems not to notice, too focused on tamping down her instincts, brushing stray locks of hair behind her ears. “It’s always—it was just really sudden and, well, I needed a place—somewhere safe to stay. You were closest, so this isn’t…”

She stops. Blushes again.

You cock your head, though you know perfectly well what she’s talking about. “Isn’t…?”

“…it isn’t what it looks like, okay?” she mutters. “I just need to wait it out and I’ll—” she takes a deep breath “—I’ll be fine.”

The words echo around in your head as you stare blankly at her, at her tiny pout, her guarded gaze, the hint of exasperation on her lips almost as though daring you to say something stupid, something crude. But more obvious are the details you’d previously ignored—the suppleness of her lips, the curvature of her torso, the bead of sweat trailing down her slender neck and further.

“R-right. You’ll be fine.” A fool, you think. You’re a fool. But the agreement comes out before you can stop it, a slightly stammered, “You can take my room down the hall.”

She nods. She sets the glass down. But the fog doesn’t quite lift. No, if anything, it settles more heavily over her, a pall of confusion and attraction settling in the atmosphere. She glances up, down, up, then down again. With her teeth and fists clenched, you suddenly realize you can hardly even see the color in her irises.

“Seungyeon?”

Reality overrides her reverie, and she quickly leaves, stumbling haphazardly until you hear the click of your bedroom door behind her. Creaks escape through the cracks, and you think you can hear her pacing back and forth until a soft whump comes; she must be lying in your bed. The thought makes your throat go dry, your pulse thumping in your ears.

But not now, you chide yourself. You push them away for a moment to think, think, think. What could possibly help her? Leatherbound books on your desk are suddenly flipped open, the pages turned with hurried perusal as you go from firesnap to witchbane to dragon’s blood. All sorts of holy concoctions, exorcism spells, even a stray page of smoothie recipes. Nothing even remotely useful. For all the clutter lying around, it’s shocking how little of it serves any purpose.

You busy yourself with sorting through some of the mess, at least. Anything to keep your focus away from Seungyeon. You have half a mind to leave, to go out for a walk and isolate yourself from her, but what if she wants water? Food? What if she calls for you? What if she wants you to help her—

You swallow down a feverish breath, wipe a few beads of sweat from your brow. The air’s suddenly much too thin, your breathing shallow.

Concentrate on the task at hand. Try to, at least. Papers shuffle in your hands as you stuff them in cabinets. Books wobble as you hold faded, crumbling spines long enough to place them on shelves. You wash her glass enough times to make it glow in the dark. Even a broom, hidden in a supply closet, finds itself in your grip as you sweep the dusty floors. The tediosity is perfectly distracting, empty, and yet still when a sound carries from behind your bedroom door, your head snaps to it like a shark on the scent of blood.

A soft rustle of sheets. An even softer moan.

Morning light casts a sparkle upon the freshly shined marble countertop, the wooden floorboards, though your hard work is long since forgotten. Instead, your imagination takes over—vivid, sensual, overactive. The thought of her touching herself on your bed makes you crumble just that little bit more, and surely by now, you’re not even sure which of you is really the animal.

No, you think. No, no, no, no. You should leave her alone. She needs to rest, to recover. She needs to calm down before you can talk to her. But how long would that take? Hours? Days? Weeks? How long could she hold herself together before shattering into a million pieces, pushing through your defenses like she could crash through your room?

Your legs disobey you. One step, two steps, three steps. Then you stop, just outside the dented and nicked edges of your room; your eyes widen when, this time, it’s the creak of oak that startles you, and Seungyeon appears on the other side, frowning. Nevermind your covers wrapped around her body like a robe, a heavy coat, the patterned design a sharp contrast to the smoothness of her sweat-misted skin peeking out.

Your smirk turns nervous, and the temperature rises in your blood as she stares at you hungrily, like a predator. “Everything okay?”

Her teeth grit together as her gaze scorches through you. “No,” she snarls. “I can feel you through the walls. Hear you. Smell you. It’s driving me crazy.”

Stare dumbly into her half-lidded eyes, and you’re suddenly seized with an urge to kiss her. Everything feels too sensitive, too hot, too much. Frustration laces through your muscles, filled with intangible tension. Was this what her heat felt like?

“Ah. Sorry. It wasn’t my intention to—”

You stop as she curls a fist around your collar, the fabric of your tunic shriveling in her grip. Every inch of her seems to tremble, to vibrate with suppressed energy; you can hardly breathe, though you’re unsure if it’s because she’s choking you or if you’re taken aback with how close she is.

She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t move. Her grip is deceptively strong for her size, though if you wanted to free yourself, you could. One hand comes up, gently places itself over the trembling back of her hand.

“Hey,” you murmur, “I just—I want to help you.”

Her lips are puffy, almost swollen with the press of her teeth, and you can tell she’s confused, wavering.

“I…I can beg,” you offer, half-joking. “I can take control. I can be a brat. I can pin you against this wall and take you until we both snap. I can let you tie me up and tease me for days, if that’s what you want. You just have to tell me. Tell me what you want from me.”

Each word grows more emphatic, stronger, bolder, until you’re pressing against her knuckles. Your chest rises and falls as she thinks, does nothing but stare, stare, and stare some more. Something, you think. Anything but this, this dead silence.

Give me something.

The gluttony in her eyes dims, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. “Are you—you’re not…scared?”

“Please,” you laugh. “Scared? Of you? You’re little more than a puppy, Seungyeon.”

Her free hand rears back for a slap before you catch it in your grasp, the arrogant curve of your lips turning soft, reverent, honest.

“I trust you,” you whisper. “Do you trust me?”

She pauses. She doesn’t seem to think, to contemplate, not at all—instead, she crumbles, pulls hard, and warmth blooms like the sun in the sky, too fast to register, blistering and hot. It scalds you, that heat, leaves you insensate, roiling in turmoil, as her lips collide with yours and her strength catapults you into your room. One spin leads to the wall, your back slammed against it, pushed up like a rag doll. It knocks the wind from your lungs for a moment, though even once the world stops spinning it’s stolen by hungry kisses, ravenous hands, searching teeth. Blindly, you kick the door shut, and she finally breaks away, gasping and flushed. 

“Fine,” she pants. “I trust you. Fuck me. Now.”

“Okay, right, o-okay.” You can scarcely recognize the babbling voice as your own.

She presses into your flesh, tearing off your armor, your clothes, biting and nipping at every inch of exposed skin, your brain melting beneath the flood, swept away by the sudden wash of warmth erupting all over your body. Your fingers find coordination on their own, a self-minded desire that you don’t realize until she flinches against you, mewls into your mouth; the wetness at the tips of your fingers tell you all you need to know.

But more telling, surprisingly, is her haste to the bed. You’re in tow, of course, of course, but your clothes still vainly cling to your body until you hear the telltale rip of fabric. You don’t even have the time to whine before she’s yanking you over her, forcing your limbs into a tangle.

“I—fuck, I’m ready.” She quivers as one finger, then two fingers slide easily into her. “I want you inside me.”

She’s hardly finished speaking when you curl your knuckles inside of her, your lips drawn into a wicked grin. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that, Seungyeon.”

“Damn it, you—” Her fingers tug at your hair, wrench your head away from between her legs roughly, harshly. “You little bitch.”

Her eyes burn like embers, constant and relentless, before everything disappears into a smothering kiss again, and again, and again. Clothes disappear almost as quickly as your thoughts, and it takes but a matter of moments before your cock finally presses against slick folds; neither of you make a sound when you dip in slightly before pulling out. She bites a nail, eyes glassy and glazed, her hair a mess of tendrils in every direction.

But then, lucidity returns, and you hate it. You hate the roiling fear, the doubt that grows tenfold in your mind, whispering louder than Seungyeon can gasp for more, please, more. What if this is a mistake? What if she never wants to see you again after this? What if you hurt her irrevocably, irreparably, unforgivably?

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

“Seungyeon,” you mutter, your teeth gritted, “are you sure about this?”

Her eyes, dulled with a sense of drunkenness, suddenly snap back, angry—no, furious. It’s enough to flip you over, one hand over your throat, every cell of your body vibrating with her passionate energy, the fiery fever of desire consuming the both of you. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Her voice comes out as a harsh grate, pierced by a hiss as she sheathes your cock inside of her pussy with one thrust, her hips bearing down against yours just a pace shy of murderous. The bed can hardly stand the force of her movements, and the sound of skin on skin resounds in what little awareness you have left in your ears. “I said,” she groans, her hands digging into your chest, “fuck me.”

There’s no breath to speak with, no space in your lungs for anything but her scent; the rising light of the sun casts her in an orange glow, a warm luminosity in contrast to the unforgiving pace of her body. It’s a race. An earth-shattering, heaven-shaking, world-ending race to the finish line, and she pulses wildly around you even as she nips at your flesh, marks you over and over again. Your arm. Your collar. Your shoulder. Your chest. Your nose. Your cheeks. Your ears.

“Mine.” 

The one word falls from her lips, the rest incoherent as your cock stretches her wide—she relishes the searing pleasure with a moan, an eye-rolling sigh before she focuses on the task at hand: riding you.

Black in. Black out. The world spins and jostles about you as she leans in close, takes a nibble on the shell of your ear. Every inch of you feels hypersensitive, amped up like you’ve just drunk an augmentation potion, though most of what you feel comes from the wetness squeezing your shaft, coating it thoroughly with every thrust. She impales herself on you, faster than you would ever have thought comfortable, one hand pressed firmly against her clit as her eyes shut, sweat rolling down her face. You’re so caught up in her carnal beauty, you almost don’t realize it when she starts to squeeze her fingers around your throat.

It starts soft, gentle around the sides, slowly constricting your ability to breath until you’re wheezing, groans no longer squeaking from your throat as she fucks you into oblivion. Your hands clench around her wrist, her forearm, but you’re not struggling. No, you’re just barely holding on to your sanity, just like how she’s finally starting to fray at the edges, come undone in an unintelligible mess.

“Gods, y-you’re big,” she whimpers, though the late realization doesn’t slow her, doesn’t make her back down. “You’re…mmm, so fucking deep.”

Glance down, further down, just a bit further, and you can see your cock. Watch it as it splits her between her legs, as she cries out with every slam of her hips. Watch it as you thrust up, eager to please her, to give her every inch and more. You bury yourself as far as you can each time, more than happy when Seungyeon wails, limbs shaking before regaining control of herself.

“Shit, yes, yes, yes, you’re going to make me—!”

You’d scream just the same as her if you could, if the oxygen in your body was adequate to support a sound. Instead, you manage to squeeze your hands tighter around her arm, your eyes shutting as—

She breaks. And with her fall, mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut, catastrophic and elegant, you collapse with her, erupting inside of her with no restraint, no words, not even a sound to match her wordless sigh. Your cum paints her insides white, purified by the slick of her pussy sloshing around in a messy mixture of fluid inside of her, but you don’t care. Neither does she.

But even in her twitching, quivering moment of release, she isn’t done; far from it. The race of her heart beneath her chest and the heaviness of her breath say otherwise, but with legs locked tight around your waist, she doesn’t let you retreat or withdraw from within her.

So you roll over. Shaky arms and legs tremble in your grasp as she suddenly lies on her back, your cock still buried in her folds, soaked and sopping wet. It’s your turn, yes, but hesitation still keeps you pushing her too hard, a hand tracing along her forehead, sliding down her nose to cup her cheek in your palm.

“Feeling better?” you ask, and she leans into your touch, lets her teeth nibble at your thumb as she whines. Your heart melts beneath the scarred flesh of your chest.

“More,” she whispers. “I still need more.”

The feral heat diminishes, flickers weaker, but it’s definitely still there; amber light burns in her eyes as she cants her hips upwards, pulls you further under her spell. “Don’t be gentle.”

So slowly, momentum builds and the rhythm returns.

A half-beat shy of rushing. A showy cadenza with feigned improvisation. Fucking Seungyeon isn’t a meticulous plan, but it isn’t random either. No, you bottom out inside of her with intent. You kiss and nip at her collar with intent. Your fingers pin through her hands, hold onto the backs of her knees with the utmost care, and yes, intent. Through it all, she can only gasp as the air in her lungs is crushed with every wave of fullness, of satisfaction coursing through her veins. She can only bite her lip to restrain her wanton moans. She can only lie there and take every inch of your cock, savor every sensation that burns through her body.

And she takes you so well, her insides clenching and flexing around your shaft. Her knees push towards her shoulders, her body folding beneath the pressure as you pound her into the mattress, as peripheral thoughts scatter into nothingness.

“Is this what you wanted?” you pant out. “Did you want me to fuck you, fill you up like this?”

A squeak falls from her lips as you slam down again. “Yes, yes, I—”

Her words grow slurred, inaudible, and her nails bite into your skin; her teeth sink into your neck as you fuck her, losing yourself in the monotonous pleasure, the tide of incessant ecstasy soaked in your veins. Trapped in the minutiae of every moment, in the lilting cries of her voice, in the delirious haze of her heat and your own frenzied state.

So you drown in her. Her scent. Her taste. Her texture. She drives you crazy, you think. Crazy enough to make you clean the house. Crazy enough to make you break your oath. Crazy enough to fuck her straight through one of her heats, blinded by whatever twisted feeling binds you to her side.

“Oh gods, s-shit, fuck—that’s it,” she hisses, gasping. “B-break me in, use me, breed me, breed me, breed me—ungh!”

Your cock silences her again, her eyes rolling back as you let a hand trace along the quivering, sweat-slicked surface of her thigh, down, down, down until you can feel the fluttering walls of her pussy clenching—she tenses as your fingers find her clit, gently rubbing circles, one on top of the other on top of the other until she’s breathless and gasping and flushed, her toes curling in the air, her legs trembling until, oh—

She cums again without warning, squeezing your cock desperately, hungrily drawing you deeper, deeper, deeper into her womb as you fuck her through the aftershocks, your pace ticking down to a heavy, steady andante before you break down with her, rope after rope of your seed filling her to bursting. The excess squeezes past the plug of your shaft until you gently fuck it back into her, and her legs slide off from your shoulders to press into the small of your back. You sigh.

Then, a demand. “F-fuck, more, please, I need—mmf—need more.”

Suddenly, she’s up again, rolling over until you’re underneath, still buried in her painfully tight pussy, her eyes alive and hungry: terrifyingly vibrant. She’s not done, you think. Not by a long shot.

Your cock twitches.

I’m so fucked.

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When you wake up, it’s impossible to remember it all, a haze of lurid pleasure and bashful fulfillment, more a fever dream than reality. For a moment, you even consider the details, the finer points of it all: how exactly did she look on top of you? What vulgar encouragement had she called to you as you tugged on her hair, took her from behind? Was it even over? You had half expected her to emerge from her slumber beside you and fuck you into oblivion again with false promises of just one more time.

And dammit, it’s morning now. Again.

The water running down your throat does little to soothe your exhaustion. After all, Seungyeon had literally fucked you for an entire day.

But you can’t say it hasn’t been worth it.

Make your way back to your room, holding an extra glass of water, and Seungyeon only reaffirms that, eyes closed, buried beneath shredded tatters of blanket. You might have mistaken her for being asleep if she weren’t sighing, legs moving restlessly, her hands nowhere in sight. A shame that the blankets are still on, you think.

She notices you quickly, unfortunately, yelping and pulling the covers up to her chest, blushing when you laugh.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” you tease, setting the glass of water down on your clothes drawer. “Feel free to make yourself at home.”

A roll of the eyes. She pretends to be exasperated, at least, so dignity might be at least somewhat preserved. On some nonexistent, purely fantastical level, of course.

“Hand me the glass?” she asks. Still, she doesn’t move from where she is, carefully covered and modest beneath your piercing gaze. Her tongue flickers out, lapping over lightly chapped lips, though when you don’t move, she ups the ante. “Please?”

You smirk. “Good girl.”

Even a tomato couldn’t hold a light to her complexion now, you think, though your present attention occupies itself with capturing her lips while your hands take the finished glass away. Sigh when you break apart and her hand rubs up against your semi-hard cock, her lips shifting to find a space on your neck she hadn’t yet desecrated. It isn’t particularly distinct, only this time, there’s no haste. Her breath is steady and even, a gentle tickle over your skin. You can tell she’s focused, softer. Her kisses fall like secrets, and an urge to laugh suddenly seizes you.

She feels your smile in her hair, the shuddery vibration in your lungs, and sighs, sheepish. “Can you go one more time? This should be the last to break my heat.”

A waggle of the eyebrows. A quirk of the lips. Your shaft jolts in her grip, and now you laugh. “You said that last time. And the time before that.” Still, you press in closer, palm her tender chest beneath your hand, pebbled nipple poking at your palm.

“I don’t hear you complaining,” she snarks back as she stretches, her body arched into yours, taut and supple. As if you could ever tell her no.

So wordlessly, you pick her up, put her on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed; she shivers at the contact, the touch of your fingertips ghosting over her back and thighs. Still sensitive, of course, though the heat-addledness has faded, and her eyes burn with rich color, with something akin to affection, with a coaxing tenderness that says I’m here, completely here.

“Hurry up,” she pleads, her head dipping down between her arms, pressed against the mattress as her hair splays down her spine, “and stop teasing.”

One hand reaches over her waist, fingers slipping into her for but a moment, and she jolts, sinks into your grip as kisses fall like rain upon her silky skin. 

“Hm,” you hum. “I can’t help it.” Thumb at her belly button, hooking your arms under her thighs, pulling her flush against the stiff length of your cock; she mewls when you slide over and dodge the resistance of her cunt, molten lava against her flesh. “You’re even cuter when you’re flustered like this.”

She laughs, breathy and swift, her head tilting around to squint into your inquisitive eyes, to boldly meet your gaze until softly, you press your lips to hers. Chaste. Patient. Sweet. Almost too much so, in that you partially forget that you have a responsibility to fulfill, a desire to satisfy.

That laughter turns to a sigh, heavy in your mouth as your cock slides into her, eases past the fluttering folds of her pussy, leaking from the edges as she sinks into the bed further.

“Gods, yes,” she hisses, her fists clenched and her eyes wide, her head buried in the covers, rocking back and forth with your thrusts. “Y-you’re so…mmf, so fucking big.”

And you’re slower this time. More patient. Whether the change in tempo is a result of your previous overwork, or whether it’s an artistic decision of the subconscious, it feels different. Less hurried, obviously, but more honest, more revealing as well.

This time, you can savor the stretch better. The way she holds you inside of her, the way she twitches and quivers with every thrust, the way your cock pushes all the way through up to her womb. Your hands maintain a tight grip on her hips, pulling her back onto your shaft as she drifts away, drifts down into the same abyss of completion the two of you have been finding and refinding for hours upon hours.

“Y-you’re so fucking good,” you groan, though the words spill out more like a ramble. “You’re the fucking…mmm, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, Seungyeon.”

She manages the strength to raise her head off the mattress for a moment, her eyes glassy and unfocused as she rolls her eyes at you. “You’re such a liar.”

Ignore her defiance, her refusal to believe you; actions speak louder than words after all. And, you suppose, as you bend over her, one hand finally leaving her hips to tug at her hair, pulling her up off of her face, that your dick speaks louder than your mouth as well.

So you drill her. A crude term for a crude act, her arms trapped behind her back at the elbows, straining against your forearm while her head is limp despite your grip on her hair. There are no sheets to bite, no excuses or shield to hide behind anymore; she moans. She’s loud and unbecoming, certainly, a mess of a woman, but it doesn’t matter. All either of you can care about is your cock bottoming out inside of her, railing her hard enough to make her see stars, and that she’s sucking you in so hungrily you might burst.

“S-so deep, so deep, yes!” she sobs, her mind a blur as your cock stirs through her again and again and again. “I-It’s so…gods, I can feel you in my stoma—!”

Cut off, she wails as you yank her hair harshly, bend her over backwards; she tightens precipitously, body strung tight as you relinquish her arms and wrap your free hand around her neck until she’s sputtering for breath, eyes rolling up into her head, her fingers latched tight around your forearm.

“You tiny thing,” you pant out, though your lips still manage a smirk. “I’ve given you so much…s-so much cum already. And you want more?”

She nods weakly, squirms in your grip, trembling, her mouth open and gasping; she quivers and quivers, a delicate piece of glasswork held in the palm of your hand, balanced on the tip of your cock.

“P-please—ah! Ah, f-fuck, I—”

“Then cum for me,” you whisper, coaxing her gently, but with no less magnitude than a demand. “Make me give it to you, every last—shit—every last drop.”

That porcelain shatters into a million shards, her body limp and tense all at once, and her knees buckle from under her as she tumbles from your grasp, falling face first into the bed; her hands claw at nothing, muscles spasming as you follow her in climax. Fuck her through it all, hips churning like a train without a conductor, an orchestra with no maestro, though life is still buried inside of her pussy, plowed into her tummy, and her hands come to rest over her abdomen, to feel the warmth bursting inside of her like the sun.

And then the world comes spinning back into focus, with emphasis on the “spinning”; you roll off of her to let her breathe as the ceiling fades in and out of focus, your chest heaving and your cock spent. She’s no better, certainly, releasing a mouthful of stained sheets and with cum bubbling out from between her legs. She ignores it though, to turn over and press her forehead to yours. A smile. A hum. The slightest flick of the tongue makes you ache, though you’re certainly too exhausted to keep going.

“You beast,” you laugh as she leans in to kiss you lazily, “give me a break, at least, before you defile me again.”

“Defile you?”

She’s incredulous, rolling her eyes.

“Yes, defile me. Desanctify, desecrate, corrupt, taint. My innocent soul, pure as snow, stained by desire as vivid as blood,” you lament dramatically. “Not to mention my dick.”

“I didn’t taint your dick—“

Catch her hand midway through cradling your flaccid cock; her eyes go wide and you smirk.

“Well, I sure wonder who and what made my dick feel like it’s going to fall off.”

She swats you off, bites her lip and blushes as her chest presses against yours; a breathy chuckle echoes from her lips before her hands reach down slowly, skittering along your arm until your hand is in her grasp, a finger caught gently between her teeth in a playful nip.

You yelp before you gasp, “You and your biting. So barbaric.” A pause. Then, a grin. Sweet, sweet realization hits, and opportunity presents itself, too enticing to resist. “Wait, is this some wolf-claiming shit? Am I your mate now or something?”

She scoffs. “Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t even break the skin.”

You waggle your brows at her, smiling wider.

“Do you want to break—”

“No! Gods, no, that’s not even a thing, you oaf.”

Laugh again, louder, when she finally looks at you, opens her brilliant eyes to stare into yours, the features of her face softened and tender. For now, at least, she’s not pissed at you for something or other, and it’s an odd change of pace; you’re more than accustomed to her irritation with your nonchalance, her disapproval of your flippance, and yet here you are, lying naked in bed together, so very refreshed.

“Feeling better now?” you ask as you hug her closer; she shrugs, burrows her head into the crook of your neck further. A deep breath in. Out. Try to calm down, even if Seungyeon makes that task as hard as humanly possible.

“Mm,” she hums into your skin. “Thank you.”

Another soft kiss. Her silky smooth hair draws a satin curtain over your skin. And dammit, she’s making it really difficult.

So you pause. Bite your tongue. And, ah, yes, now you can think semi-clearly again. No tits, no ass, no adventurous limbs to test your patience.

“Don’t mention it,” you reply smoothly. Your efforts of the past moments go to waste as you open your mouth again, every neuron of courage firing in your brain as you say, “We should do this again sometime.”

At the mention of sometime, Seungyeon stiffens. The air seems to go stale and rot, her presence suddenly tense beside you—it’s hard not to notice the imperceptible tightening of her lips, the fall of her smile. It’s as though the Sun blinks out for a moment, radiant light dimmed to a flicker.

“You’re not worried about your dick falling off?”

You’re okay with a werewolf? A half-breed? A mutant?

She doesn’t say it, no, of course not. Neither do you. But the question is still there, vulnerable and honest. It’s the first time she casts off her cloak.

But you’re not nearly as eloquent.

“I’m a contract killer and monster hunter,” you smirk. “I can take care of myself.”

I don’t give a fuck.

Cup her face in your hands before your fingertips trail down to her wrists, lifting them until she gets the point, and her arms are no longer deadweight, her eyes no longer transfixed upon the ruination of your bed.

“So adorable,” you murmur. “So pretty.”

She only pouts in response. “Shut up.”

When your teeth take her gentle flesh into your mouth, you’re careful not to indulge too much. It’s not a weird thing, not something overly drawn out or profound; it’s just an affirmation. Oddly enough, it’s intimate in a way that words couldn’t possibly describe, barbaric in a way that pushes past the bounds of animalistic sex, mindless fucking.

“Next time,” you assure her, just as you’ll reassure her, over and over and over again.

Seungyeon nods. Then she smiles, and it feels like a promise.

“Okay. Next time.”

A/N 2: Whooooo! Thanks for reading!