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Sooyoung rid her horse through the desert, her heels digging into his side. Her eyes scanned the dusty desert, the sun making her squint. She was looking for an old rancher’s house, one said to be tucked away in the deep expanse of the desert. Her badge glimmered, shooting a ray of sun into her eyes. “Gah!” she exclaimed softly, covering the star-shaped, gold badge with her hand, tucking it into her pocket as to be as inconspicuous as possible.
The trek was long, and as the sun beat down on her back and arms, she grew thirsty. The dry air wasn’t helping either, depriving her poor chapped lips of any moisture. Sooyoung had a job to do, however. She wasn’t just riding for the hell of it. A certain someone had been dodging even the most well-trained and toughest bounty hunters in the surrounding towns. So, that led all the mayors and sheriffs in her area to turn to Sooyoung to get the job done.
Sooyoung had fantastic direction sense and was going to use it to track down the most infamous outlaw whose face had graced more wanted posters than anyone ever had. Not only was the woman a famous thief, but she also was responsible for putting a few of the town’s most wealthy and important people on gravestones.
Sooyoung wasn’t scared though, once upon a time this woman was but a pastor's daughter who just ended up hanging out with the wrong people. Even though she was dangerous now, she wasn’t always that way. In fact, her story reminded Sooyoung of someone she once knew, funny how that worked. Sooyoung knew she had the upper hand, she’d been raised to be rough and tumble. It was in Sooyoung’s nature to do the right thing, at least, that’s what she always assumed about herself.
She could never do anything wrong. She knew that deep in her heart.
Sooyoung would always have justice on her side, no matter how many hell-fired liars were at her throat, no matter how many convicts she smeared against the concrete, she was this town’s heroine.
The path in front of her was empty and infertile, with no secret hideout in sight. Simply dust, dirt, weeds, and tiny cacti dotted around here and there. The sky was grey, not an ounce of blue as far as the eye could see. There was a strong wind, one that made Sooyoung cling to her horse for fear of being blown off. The weather conditions signified that the woman on every wanted poster would be staying in today.
She thought of that woman more and more, something about her caught Sooyoung’s attention. The image of her likely inaccurately sketched face brought goosebumps to Sooyoung’s bare arms, something about her was nostalgic. Her horse continued to walk through the wasteland, stretching his long legs over the barren path. Still, nothing, no sign of human life.
Sooyoung huffed, fearing she would die of dehydration or heat stroke before she found out where this outlaw was hiding. Either that, or she’d be far too weak to ever fight her off and her detainment would be a struggle.
Sooyoung jumped a bit when she heard galloping, the sound of hooves against the hard, cracked ground. It was a woman a top of a black horse, her outfit all black as well. She was riding perpendicular to Sooyoung, heading towards somewhere with a mission. Sooyoung dug her heels into her horse and pursued her. Sooyoung couldn’t see the woman’s face since her hat and mask blocked the view, but something about it made her skeptical.
Her target did take notice that she was being pursued and took off faster, clearly fiddling with something. Sooyoung’s eyes widened when she saw that it was a handgun. “I’ll be damned,” She muttered, pulling out her firearm as well, and firing the first shot at the dark figure.
She curved in her path, firing back at Sooyoung. The woman missed, seemingly on purpose.
Sooyoung’s horse was tired and had no way of keeping up, but she did her best to hit the masked woman, not fatally, but enough to wound her. Taking a wounded criminal to execution was far easier than a healthy one.
The woman fired, the bullet nearly nicking Sooyoung’s nose. “Holy- “
They finally approached the building Sooyoung had been informed of. The woman quickly hopped off her horse, rolling behind a barrel rather gracefully.
Sooyoung hopped off her horse as well, praying that she didn’t have any backup. Sooyoung soothed herself with the idea that she had not heard about any possible backup or affiliates she heard that this outlaw couldn’t keep any alliance. Sounded about right.
She wanted to go around the building to catch the masked woman off guard, but she knew that wouldn’t work. Sooyoung pressed her back against the old rotting boards of the rancher’s house. She held her bright silver gun in her hands, hoping that it would get her through this. She had heard that the masked woman was an incredibly skilled marksman.
The sun glinted off her firearm as she slowly crawled around the corner, shooting through the barrel where the woman previously hid. Of course, she wasn’t behind there anymore. The masked woman had to have been smarter than to stay there and wait to get shot. However, Sooyoung didn’t expect to feel the tip of a gun against the back of her head. She didn’t even hear anyone sneak up behind her.
Sooyoung had to act fast by grabbing the wrist of her attacker and twisting it harshly. She spun around quickly, watching the masked woman fire a bullet into the dirt. Sooyoung bent the woman’s arm backward until she reflexively dropped her gun.
Sooyoung laughed aloud, earning a glare from her prize. “You didn’t expect me to catch you, did you?” She asked, pressing the barrel of the gun against the outlaw’s temple when she knelt to pick up the gun. “Did you seriously think that would work?”
Sooyoung’s feet were suddenly kicked out from under her, leaving her to topple to the ground with a cry. She was leaped on top of by the masked woman, their hands immediately going to each other’s throats. “Admit it, it’s over.”
The woman pressed her knee into Sooyoung’s chest, forcing her back flat against the ground. “I have the gun and you don’t.”
The woman in all black moved to grab the gun off the ground, only to be met with the threatening words: “Move any closer towards that gun and I’ll kill you.” Sooyoung hissed, aiming her handgun at the still-silent woman’s head.
She seemingly admitted defeat then, sliding off of Sooyoung and forfeiting the gun to her.
“Good, I’m glad you’re being cooperative.”
Sooyoung sat up and dusted herself off. She leaned over, ripping the mask off of the woman, revealing her face… one that looked frighteningly familiar.
“What in god’s name are you doing here?!” Sooyoung shouted, staring at a long-lost friend of hers. She knew this woman from when they were teenagers, having a brief but passionate relationship that burnt as bright as a sparkler, only to die out quickly after being lit. “Ha Sooyoung,” She nodded her head in acknowledgment.
“Son Hyeju,
I never thought I would see you again.”
“Don’t give me that,” Hyeju bit, her eyes darkening. Sooyoung scowled. “You should have taken the choice to suck up to me, you know that you’re headed straight for the gallows, don’t you?”
“I won’t accept anything from you,”
“Me? What about me? You’re the one who broke my heart. You left me for a group of criminals apparently.”
“Yeah? Because you’re fucking boring.”
Once distracted enough, Hyeju took her opportunity to strike, knocking Sooyoung over so that she could attempt to flee. Sooyoung, from the ground, caught her ankle, leaving her to tumble to the ground. The pair grappled on the ground for a few moments, tossing insults, accusations, and taunts back and forth until Sooyoung was finally able to crack Hyeju in the skull with the shaft of her pistol, knocking Hyeju out cold.
The silence from her first love brought Sooyoung more peace, it allowed her time to ignore the thoughts and feelings brought on by this sudden and shocking interaction. Was this really what Hyeju had become? Sooyoung shook her head, loaded Hyeju onto her horse, and began the trek home.
xxx
The prison visits were always awkward. Sooyoung’s jailhouse attached to her office usually had one or two inmates awaiting trial or release. Today, there was only one. Sooyoung was thankful, she didn’t want anyone else to bare witness to any private conversations her and Hyeju might have.
Typically, when she walked through the hall to check each of the four cells for anything afoot. It was never hard to make eye contact with the prisoners. That was, of course, because they were complete strangers, not ex-lovers finally reuniting under the worst circumstances. She wasn’t sure how on earth she was ever going to be able to look Hyeju in the eye, so, she dreaded having to check on her.
Although, Sooyoung was not only confused and anxious, but angry too. The fact that someone she once knew went against justice, against her. So, for the whole day, she mostly just sat in the chair at her desk, tapping the toe of her shoe against the wooden leg. She avoided going back to the jailhouse and avoided confronting Hyeju until she wouldn’t be able to any longer.
She had this tugging feeling in her stomach, telling her that she should be doing something. Sooyoung was caught between her duties to bring justice and that little devil on her shoulder telling her to let Hyeju go. The fact that Hyeju was going to be sentenced to death in a matter of hours didn’t sit right with her. She knew it was right, but her heart said otherwise.
Thieves and murderers get sentenced to death, that’s the way of the world. But death? Really? Sooyoung felt that seemed harsh. To combat this, Sooyoung pictured Hyeju as someone else, someone she didn’t like or find attractive to see if she felt that same, and of course, she didn’t. It was obvious bias on Sooyoung’s part.
Sooyoung cursed herself for this. She was considering going against everything she believed in for someone she dated when she was a teenager? What was wrong with her?
She couldn’t help the way her heart flipped around when she saw that face in her mind. Hyeju had grown a lot, maybe in the wrong direction, but still. Maybe Hyeju being on the wrong side of justice made Sooyoung want her even more.
Sooyoung huffed and sat up and walked down the hall to the jailhouse, checking to make sure her moral dilemma didn’t simply escape. Just Sooyoung’s luck, she hadn’t. Instead, she was huddled in the corner of the cell, picking at her nails.
Sooyoung cleared her throat, getting Hyeju’s attention. “Good afternoon,”
Hyeju scoffed. “Good afternoon,”
“How’s the cell treatin’ you?”
“Like a cell,”
“Sounds about right,”
Hyeju didn’t respond, rather, she looked back down at her lap.
“Do you want some company?”
“What? You wanna jump in here with me? Two cattle on the way to the slaughterhouse? I didn’t know you were so romantic, Sooyoung.”
Sooyoung shifted her weight to her other foot, sighing deeply. “You know, I don’t want you to go.”
“Won’t that get in the way of your little hero complex? You care so fucking deeply about doing the right thing normally, but you care about real, living people now? You’re funny,”
Sooyoung scowled. “Guess’ living doesn’t matter to you, then?”
“I wanna live it up.”
“Yeah, it’s not like you’ll be in heaven.”
“I don’t believe so, why would I go to heaven anyway? It’s not like that’s my goal. My goal is to live my life to the fullest.”
“So, you decide to spend it in a jail cell? Sure.”
Hyeju caught Sooyoung’s attention when she pulled away from the grey, stone wall. She removed her hat and her jacket, exposing her pale shoulders to the humid air of the jailhouse. With her hat removed, Sooyoung could finally see her eyes. Sooyoung hated when she couldn’t see a person’s eyes, she never knew what they were thinking, rather they were plotting against her or simply being friendly. Hyeju’s eyes, however, were not friendly.
“I didn’t plan on getting caught. I didn’t plan on you finding me. So, if anything, it’s your fault.”
“I know it’s my fault. That’s just the way it goes,”
Hyeju didn’t appreciate Sooyoung’s stone-cold face, her features hard and unmoving. Sooyoung reminded Hyeju of her father when he caught her doing something wrong. He wasn’t the type to yell, rather, with one stern look, Hyeju would correct herself without a second thought.
She was too beyond correction at this point, not even her father’s glare could get her back in line.
“Come here,” Hyeju said wistfully.
Sooyoung’s expression changed from cold to confused. “I’m not stupid, I know you have something planned.”
“I do, but it’s not violent.”
Sooyoung sighed. “Fine. What do you want?”
Hyeju smiled, just enough for her top teeth to show. “I want you to come here,”
Her tone was playful now, a bit more taunting and high-pitched. Sooyoung hesitated, walking up to the bars as if she was walking through a minefield with sandbags around her ankles. “I want you to kiss me. If I’m going to die, I want to kiss you one last time.”
“What are you planning?”
“I’m not planning anything! I just love you,”
Sooyoung couldn’t help herself, she let Hyeju’s flattery wrap around her, envelope her, and leave her defenseless. Hyeju was a boa constrictor and Sooyoung was a mouse. Hyeju was going to taunt her with all of these I love you’s and kiss me’s, and Sooyoung was going to fall for it every time.
“Fine,” Sooyoung breathed out, pressing herself against the bars, and reaching for Hyeju’s waist. Hyeju welcomed Sooyoung into her dangerous waters, accepting the hands seeking to grasp her frame. Their faces met between the bars, connecting at the lips.
It seemed like no time had passed since they had last kissed. It was like just yesterday they were together, hiding out behind the bar, hands under each other’s clothes. They were so close, so similar then. Now, it seemed like they had nothing in common besides their complicated relationship with one another.
“I’m gonna die, Sooyoung,” Hyeju whispered, the sound of her voice shattering Sooyoung’s heart. Sooyoung was so distracted by the confrontation of Hyeju’s mortality that she didn’t even care that Hyeju’s hands were rested on her hip, one resting on top of her belt… where her keys were.
It was probably an accident or coincidence, Sooyoung thought to herself. “There has to be something I can do,”
Hyeju bit back a smirk, forcing her lips to curl into a frown at Sooyoung’s intriguing words. “Is there something you can do?”
“If you can promise to leave town and never come back, I’m sure we could arrange something.”
Sooyoung paused. Hyeju can’t just be let off free, however, Sooyoung knew that. Her crimes were far too severe to ever just be run out of town. Like anyone could keep her out. If only there was a way to reason with her. Hyeju had been so cold and emotionless, only ever worried about herself, Sooyoung didn’t think she could be swayed from her ways.
“I won’t let you die, and I certainly won’t kill you myself. You don’t have to worry about that. You’d have to forfeit all the stolen goods, and really… everything.”
“Oh, Sooyoung,” Hyeju whined, short, choppy breaths coming in and out of her mouth. “Thank you,”
Hyeju kissed Sooyoung again, her hands sliding all over Sooyoung’s body, making her heartbeat pick up. Hyeju remembered just where to touch and it awakened a flock of brightly colored humming birds in Sooyoung’s chest. “You’re so beautiful, I missed you,” Hyeju said, taking a moment to adjust her pants before she slipped Sooyoung’s long, brown locks out of her hat, where it had previously been tucked so that it would remain protected from the dust.
The pads of Hyeju’s fingers rubbed circles at the base of Sooyoung’s head, trapping her even closer. “Hyeju,” Sooyoung interjected. “What?”
“Well, I… I should get back to my desk in case anyone needs my help.”
Hyeju stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. “Fine,”
“I’ll be back for you, I promise.”
“Okay,”
“You wait here.”
“Can’t wait anywhere else,”
Hyeju made a hard-to-read expression. Whatever it was it made Sooyoung feel uneasy. Hyeju, then, laughed, which made Sooyoung relax her tense body. It was just a joke. Sure.
Sooyoung was quick walking back to her desk, not wasting a single second. This was mostly because of how obtrusive her erection looked in her brown suede pants. Thankfully, it was hidden under the desk, regardless, Sooyoung still wanted it to go away as fast as possible.
She went down her list of things she should do, figuring that she, once her hard-on went down, should do something other than sit here and think about ways to get rid of Hyeju without getting rid of her.
Sooyoung couldn’t help envisioning her talk with Hyeju moments prior and how Hyeju had her in the palm of her hand. That wasn’t right. Sooyoung was in charge here. What was she doing letting her feeling be in charge instead? It was surely going to lead her to make some bad decisions today. What would she even do with herself if Hyeju hurt another person because Sooyoung had let her go?
Instead of listening to whatever insecure thoughts she had, instead, she got up and decided to do something to pass the time. She figured taking inventory would be the best option. Due to the bouts of looting, Sooyoung wanted to make sure everything was in its place. Starting with the gun closet, she grabbed her keys and… wait, the keys?
Sooyoung’s heart dropped at the same velocity as her mood did. “Motherfucker,” Sooyoung muttered, almost in disbelief. She stormed off back down the hall to the jailhouse, her boots thudding against the worn floorboards.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Sooyoung yelled at Hyeju, who was out of her cell and eyeing a window. Luckily for Sooyoung, the window was small and just above Hyeju’s head, rendering her unable to reach it without a plan.
Hyeju turned around in a panic, Sooyoung’s keys in her hand. Hyeju sighed, her eyes looking darker and more sunken than usual. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“I fucking trusted you,”
Hyeju smiled, looking as insincere as humanly possible. “Well, that was your second mistake. Your first was letting me live. You’re such an idiot.”
“You… you lied,”
Sooyoung’s whimper was met with Hyeju shaking her head. “I didn’t lie, per se. I do love and miss you; I just value my freedom like any cowboy does.”
“You tricked me.”
“It was easy. I told you that you were beautiful and you just turned into a little toy, it was precious.”
She’ll regret that. Sooyoung told herself, that single thought silencing her roaring mind. “I’m a toy? I AM? I’ll show you who’s the fucking toy,”
Hyeju swallowed, wondering if she should attempt to escape the path of Sooyoung’s heavy footsteps as she edged closer. There wasn’t anywhere to go and she was being backed into the corner very quickly. For once, Hyeju looked timid, her eyes wide and shaking.
Hyeju imagined Sooyoung jumping on top of her, wrapping her hands around her throat, and strangling her to death right then and there. However, Sooyoung did no such thing and grabbed her arm instead. “Give me back my fucking keys.”
Hyeju forfeited the keys without a second thought, submitting to Sooyoung and dragging her out of the jailhouse and back down the hall. She held in any question regarding where they were going and what her fate was. Hyeju may have made a living off armed robberies, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t know when to shut up.
Sooyoung stopped once they made it to her makeshift office. She beckoned for Hyeju to sit in the interviewing chair, waiting for her to sit before she began her lecturing.
“So – you’re just completely and utterly rotten, is what I’ve gathered here.”
“I’m sorry,”
“No, you aren’t. You went against me personally and I won’t forgive that. You betrayed me, used me, what is wrong with you?”
“I just… I didn’t trust that you could get me out of there.”
“Well, congratulations. You’re on your own. I tried to help you, but I guess that meant nothing to you.”
“It meant a lot to me, Sooyoung. I’m sorry, I really am. I’ll be better. It’s just in my nature to kill and steal the same way it’s in your nature to serve and protect. I can’t help the way that I am. You have to believe me. I don’t want this.”
Unbelievable. Sooyoung shook her head. “I don’t believe a word that comes from your mouth.”
“I’m telling the truth! I wouldn’t lie to you, you know that.”
“You can’t go a minute without lying to me! All you say is lies.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I lie and lie; I know I do. But lies come out faster than I can stop them.”
Sooyoung’s fuse was wearing thin, her patience growing thinner and thinner as Hyeju kept talking. “Just shut up. You’re a liar, everything you say is a weapon to use against me.”
“I apologize, I swear I do. Isn’t there a way I could make it up to you? I want to be on good terms again, like old times.”
Sooyoung couldn’t hold back her smile. “Interesting,” she simply replied. “Very interesting.”
Hyeju’s expression didn’t change, but Sooyoung saw Hyeju’s hands tremble. “How so?”
Sooyoung waited a beat before speaking again, wanting to leave Hyeju in agonizing silence for as long as she could. “It seems that every time you get yourself in trouble, you offer me something that I can’t refuse. It’s a little unfair, don’t you think?”
“All you seem to care about is fairness.”
“You’re not hearing what I’m saying. So, let me repeat myself – it’s cheap to offer me a way you can make it up to me in return for stealing my keys and trying to escape justice.”
Hyeju’s eyebrows furrowed, a pink tint befalling her cheeks.
“Especially after you kissed me as a way to steal my keys in the first place.”
Hyeju opened her mouth to speak, clearly scrambling for a way to explain herself. Of course, she didn’t. How was Hyeju even supposed to explain herself?
“Don’t apologize. I can’t trust a word you say, nor a thing you do. You make me vulnerable and then take advantage of it. So, no, if you make it up to me, it will be on my terms.”
“Alright, Sheriff. What are your terms?”
“Stand up and empty your pockets.”
Hyeju huffed but followed Sooyoung’s instructions. She figured she wouldn’t even make it to the gallows later if she did not comply. She revealed her empty pockets, eyeing Sooyoung with annoyance.
“Good. Now, take off your jacket. I need to be sure that you won’t be stealing anything else.”
Hyeju shrugged off her jacket, looking unamused as ever. Her bare shoulders now on display, she sunk back down in the seat. She eyed Sooyoung, almost expectantly. Sooyoung liked that; her heart danced around in her chest as she watched Hyeju look at her.
“So,” Hyeju began, “what exactly do you plan to do with me? You seem unsure,”
“Well, I have three options for you.”
“Okay?”
“First option is; nothing happens, I send you back to that cell with a scolding and a slap on the wrist. Second option: you sit on my lap until the end of the workday; keep my dick warm until dusk. Third option: I bend you over the desk, and we’ll see who’s bad then, yeah?”
Hyeju gulped. “Uh,”
“What? You offered.”
Sooyoung was right, but Hyeju didn’t like that she was. Hearing how despicable she was out loud was a bit difficult and left her with a sour taste in her mouth. “Do you take me for a whore?”
“For the last time, you offered. You brought that assumption on yourself. Unless you were lying about that too.”
“Which option saves me?”
Sooyoung frowned. “None of them,” she averted her gaze, “there’s nothing I can do. Even if I wanted to,”
Hyeju stared off at the wall behind Sooyoung and Sooyoung took notice of it. She wondered what was going on inside her mind and what option she would choose. More than anything, she wondered what Hyeju was plotting. Hyeju wasn’t going to just have angry, passionate sex on the desk with her, it was going to be something more; something that she could use for her own personal gain.
Now, Sooyoung was aware of Hyeju and her tricks, so she felt a little more comfortable letting down her walls around Hyeju. Especially since there were far fewer places to hide stolen items when naked.
“Are you going to answer me?”
“Sooyoung. I don’t care. I’m gonna get killed in five hours, whatever it is, just make it fun.”
Those words stung Sooyoung a bit, but she nodded regardless. Something about being tasked with making Hyeju’s final hours on earth ‘fun’ made her uneasy. No pressure or anything! Lord.
“Come here,”
Hyeju exhaled shakily, standing and walking over to Sooyoung.
Sooyoung grabbed Hyeju by her waist, catching the latter off guard. “Here, I’ll make it fun,” Sooyoung whispered, breath tickling Hyeju’s neck. Sooyoung kissed her deeply. Sooyoung shoved Hyeju up onto her desk, knocking off the papers and pen cup, letting them clatter to the floor.
“I missed this,” Sooyoung breathed out. “Of course, you do.”
“I didn’t miss you,”
Hyeju scoffed, her cheeks warming at the tease. “I’m sure you did,”
“Did not,”
“Did,”
Sooyoung kissed Hyeju again, holding the latter’s face in her hands like the most precious thing in the world. “You know just what to say. Always. It pisses me off.”
“Good,” Hyeju purred, only sending Sooyoung further down her spiral of complicated emotions. “Stop.”
“Stop what?” Hyeju asked innocently, blinking her bright brown eyes, and moving her hands to Sooyoung’s collar. “Stop messing with me. I know what you’re doing.”
Hyeju cocked her head to the side, that same ‘Who? Me?’ look plastered on her face. “What are you talking about?”
“All you do is manipulate me. It’s like you don’t even have real emotions. You just say and do stuff to cater to me and then you just stab my back.”
“Sooyoung, I’d never,”
Sooyoung took a breath. “It’s like you’re not even in there anymore.”
“For the love of god, would you just shut up? Why are you telling me this? I don’t give a shit if I’ve changed or if I’m not the same confused little girl you used to know. I’m a grown-up now. It’s time you grow up too.”
Sooyoung really wanted to stay composed. She wanted to resist lashing out at Hyeju and letting her emotions get the better of her, but at this point, if she got mad at Hyeju, Hyeju wouldn’t even care. Someone completely incapable of feeling is what she had become, and Sooyoung was having a hard time adjusting.
You used to be sweet. She almost said, but she kept it quiet. Whatever Hyeju would respond to that with was not something Sooyoung wanted to hear.
“I’m sick and tired of you,”
“Then put me back in my cell,”
“You won’t stay there.”
“Keep me here, then,”
Sooyoung envisioned slapping her, choking the life out of her. She was so impossibly mad that she could hardly handle herself. However, she suppressed any physical indicators, opting to completely turn off her emotions the same way Hyeju had. It was the only way she could stay afloat.
“I will keep you here,” Sooyoung said plainly, pulling back away from Hyeju and ushering her off the desk. “Wait, what are you doing?”
“Well, I did really want to fuck you, but I’m not attracted to cold, dead hides of people. Do you really think I can get hard looking at someone who doesn’t truly care about anything?”
“Excuse me?”
“Go sit in the corner.”
“In the corner?! I’m not a preschool child!”
“Go.”
Sooyoung could see the cogs in Hyeju’s head turning. Instead of her contemplating what’s right, she seemed to be considering the best thing to say to get the upper hand back.
Perfectly calculated, she said, “make me,” and Sooyoung had no chance.
Hyeju was right back where she wanted to be, pinned down on Sooyoung’s desk. Sooyoung, despite being the aggressor was vulnerable in times like these. When at her emotional high is when she made the most mistakes.
“I can’t fucking stand you.”
“I like it that way,”
Sooyoung’s face stayed stern as she practically ripped the buttons off Hyeju’s vest while attempting to tug it off. Little by little, her skin was exposed until Sooyoung was finally able to remove any semblance of clothing from her torso, leaving her bare chest and neck available to be bitten raw.
“Enough talking from you. I already said that you shouldn’t bother, none of it is genuine, ever.”
“Don’t you want to hate me? Take out all of your anger at the world on me? That’s the impression I got.”
“That’s what you want,” Sooyoung snipped. “You want to be up there with me at the gallows. You want me to give 20 lashes to your bare back in front of the whole town. You want to do whatever will make me stay awake at night thinking of you. You’re demented.”
“I didn’t ask you for a psychiatrist,”
“You need one.”
“And you need your dick sucked. Why else would you be so cranky?”
“No way. You’re going to bite me or something, I can’t trust your mouth.”
“Fair enough. I would have.”
Sooyoung stared into Hyeju’s eyes for a moment, deliberating her next move. She had to get Hyeju in a position where she was harmless; Sooyoung knew just the thing.
“While I can’t change your punishment for breaking the law; I’m in charge of your punishment for lying to me.”
“What might that be?”
Sooyoung raised her eyebrow. “Isn’t it a little too late to keep up the innocent act? You know exactly what I’m going to do… something that I should have done years and years ago.”
Hyeju let out a shaky exhale as she clung to Sooyoung’s frame, allowing Sooyoung to press her down flat against the mahogany table which is where she began to feel Sooyoung’s lips, tongue, and teeth all over her throat. It tickled and stung, but it felt good all alike. Sooyoung obviously knew what she was doing. Or, possibly, it was pure luck and Hyeju was horny enough to be satisfied by any touch to her enflamed skin.
About fucking time. Hyeju noted, frustrated by the fact that she had to argue with Sooyoung for likely over two hours for her to finally end up on top of her. She would have voiced her distractions, but that would likely resulted in Sooyoung getting distracted and attempting to make her sit in the corner again.
Hyeju let out sharp cries every time Sooyoung’s teeth would dig into her neck, pinching the skin between her incisors, and taking away any capability Hyeju had to plot her downfall. Sooyoung liked it better that way, with Hyeju having an unassuming mush brain. She was too quick-witted to be trusted unless she could be slowed down.
“Thinking about you has kept me hard all day, it’s disgusting.”
Hyeju huffed, looking at Sooyoung with disdain. “That makes one of us. Your attitude changes confuse mine.”
“It’s not confused now though, right?”
“Nope,”
“Shame, I don’t plan on touching it.”
“-Don’t need you to,”
Sooyoung smirked. “Whore.”
Hyeju rolled her eyes, any disapproving response being halted by Sooyoung’s tongue grazing her nipple. Sooyoung had located her weak spot, as every time Sooyoung touched her there, she felt a buzz go down her body, creating tension in her abdomen. Sooyoung took note of this and did it again, making Hyeju’s dick throb through her leather pants.
“Sooyoung… don’t… it’s not fair…”
Sooyoung paused, simply running her hands up and down Hyeju’s muscular chest. “Seems fair to me,”
Hyeju released what was meant to be words, but instead came out as a clump of whines.
“What? Do you want me to suck on them?”
Hyeju’s mouth moved to deny Sooyoung’s offer, but Hyeju’s eyes and body told Sooyoung otherwise. So, Sooyoung latched her lips around Hyeju’s nipple, flicking her tongue against the tip. “DON’T-FUCKING-DO THIS TO ME.” Hyeju cried out, digging her fingernails into Sooyoung’s shoulders.
“I’ll do whatever I want to you, double-crosser, backstabber, turncoat… you don’t deserve anything other than my absolute worst – or best, depending on which one hurts more.”
Sooyoung got an even bigger reaction out of Hyeju when she started getting her teeth involved. Real, genuine tears pooled in her eyes as she begged, but no real words could be said. “I feel like I should bite down. Do you think you were bad enough to deserve that?”
Hyeju shook her head frantically.
“Hmmm…”
Sooyoung pondered her options, remembering that she had another weak spot, one a little harder to get to. Sooyoung loved a challenge.
“I’ll move on from that now. But trust me, that’s only the beginning.”
Sooyoung yanked down Hyeju’s pants and underwear in one go, exposing her precum-slathered cock to the warm air of the county sheriff's office. “You really did like that.” Sooyoung purred, slowly undressing herself as she forced Hyeju to watch.
When it came to her bottoms, Sooyoung was a bit more impatient, yanking them down her frame – figuring that if she wasn’t inside Hyeju in the next minute she would black out from need. Sooyoung was quick, undressing fully, spitting in her hand, and using the combo of precum and saliva to make her dick wet enough to make its way inside. She didn’t go all in at first, rather, she fisted her shaft, leaving a bit more of her seed to drip down onto Hyeju’s lap.
“You have no idea how much I need this. The whole time I’ve been teasing you, I’ve been teasing myself.”
Hyeju didn’t reply to Sooyoung’s statement, she just eyed Sooyoung’s cock and the endlessly arousing image of Sooyoung stroking it before her.
“Alright,” Sooyoung mumbled. “Do you deserve to be prepped? Or would you rather have a real punishment?”
“Your choice, executioner.”
“I can’t wait,” Sooyoung said, positioning her head over Hyeju’s tight opening, causing the younger of the two to shudder.
Hyeju couldn’t possibly explain how much she needed this. Even though, at this point, Hyeju lived to spite Sooyoung – they were complete opposites after all – Hyeju still desired to be put in her place by the older. It didn’t matter that Hyeju had regained clarity enough to make her plan for escape when all of this is over.
Sooyoung slowly pushed her tip inside and both reacted with a mewl. Sooyoung’s eyes were wide. She looked vulnerable and it sent shivers all throughout Hyeju’s body. “Just wait until I reach your fucking spot, you’ll be mine again.”
“I was never yours.”
At the words, Sooyoung’s vision went red. All of a sudden, slowly making her way inside Hyeju’s ass wasn’t important and instead, she lost all sight of right and wrong. At once, she snapped her hips forward until she bottomed out, leaving Hyeju to scream and writhe around beneath her. A hand around her throat was enough to stop her squirming, as Sooyoung’s strong grip held her firmly against the table.
“You’re mine. Admit it.”
Hyeju shook her head, but she immediately regretted it when Sooyoung pulled out and forced her way back in. Hyeju’s insides felt raw and sore, and she was hyper-aware of every little sensation in her body. Sooyoung slowly began to find a rhythm – a brutal one at that. It had her slowly pulling out, only to use all of her force to thrust back inside.
Sooyoung lowered herself until she was chest to chest with Hyeju, her lips resting against Hyeju’s ear.
“You. Are. Mine.” Sooyoung muttered, a thrust coinciding with each syllable of the words she spoke. Hyeju couldn’t do anything but moan, especially as Sooyoung repeatedly rubbed her tip against that tiny bundle of nerves deep inside. The ridge on Sooyoung’s dick created friction on her prostate and left her gasping for air and screaming.
“Say it.”
Hyeju stayed uncooperative, which only pissed Sooyoung off further. Sooyoung pinched one of Hyeju’s nipples between her index finger and thumb, eliciting a loud scream from the younger. “Now. Say it. Say it.” Sooyoung growled, using her grip on Hyeju’s throat for leverage. “I-I’m not yours…”
Sooyoung didn’t change her pace, rather, she continued to simultaneously choke her and fuck her with equal tenacity. “You’re fucking stupid. I would say it if I were you.”
“Go to hell,”
“Have it your way,” Sooyoung said dryly, bending down to trap Hyeju’s nipple between her teeth. She screamed curses and profanity as if it would help. No words could get her out of this torturous situation except for a simple ‘I’m yours’. It wouldn’t take much to say it, Hyeju knew that deep inside. But maybe there was a part of Hyeju that didn’t want to get out of this. Maybe there was a part of her that wanted Sooyoung to be even angrier.
Sooyoung moaned, the tightness around her shaft was unmatched by anything she had ever experienced. Hyeju was satisfying for every sense, even if she still wasn’t willing to fuel Sooyoung’s ego with a relinquishment of self-ownership.
Hyeju’s muscles clamped down around her, however, Sooyoung wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or involuntary. All it did, however, was make Sooyoung exponentially closer to spilling her load, which she couldn’t do until Hyeju admitted loss. As a last resort, she took her hand off of Hyeju’s neck and used it to slap her thighs and ass.
She hoped to paint her pink, red, and maybe even purple if she could be so lucky.
To combat this, Hyeju only clawed at Sooyoung’s neck and back more, covering Sooyoung’s tan, cut upper body with gnarly pink lines. Hyeju was a little panicked by how close she was to cumming already. Sooyoung just knew all the right positions and angles to hit Hyeju’s spot, completely and utterly ruining her.
Sooyoung began to thrust faster, almost jackhammering poor Hyeju into the table. Of course, Hyeju was not bothered by such treatment, at least, not beyond the petty need to abstain from admitting submission. “This is your last fucking chance.”
Hyeju gasped, breathing like there was hardly any air in the room. Sooyoung was building up her climax, slowly easing her up the rollercoaster before she came hurling down at top speeds. Sooyoung was almost there herself, but she couldn’t cum until Hyeju said what she needed to say.
Whines and cries spilled out of Hyeju’s mouth like a waterfall, slowly becoming more and more frantic and agitated. “Fucking say it, bitch.”
“I-I’m yours, Sooyoung, I’m yours,” Hyeju whimpered, seconds away from sobbing.
Sooyoung smiled devilishly, not allowing herself to finish until she got Hyeju off. Hyeju felt the tension rising and rising until her vision was blurry and her ears were ringing. Her body quivered as she spilled her load all over herself, her arms falling limp at her side.
Sooyoung let herself go too, shooting her seed deep inside Hyeju’s ass – filling her up to the brim with a groan.
Hyeju didn’t move. She let Sooyoung get off of her and admire the little bit of cum leaking out of her still tight insides. “Fuck.” Sooyoung sighed, rubbing Hyeju’s knee affectionately.
“You alright?’
Hyeju wiped the unshed tears from her eyes and stared back at Sooyoung with half-lid eyes. “Better than alright.” She said, her voice raspy from so much overuse. “Good. I’m going to get dressed and make sure no one heard all that.” Sooyoung explained, begrudgingly collecting her clothes off the ground.
“I trust you’ll stay here, right?”
“Of course, you can trust me.”
At the end of the day, despite their closeness and mutual affection, Hyeju was always going to lie and Sooyoung was always going to fall for it. Sooyoung would leave the room, innocent as a kitten, and return to an empty office, no trace of Hyeju anywhere except for the lingering scent of sex. She was gone.
But, Sooyoung was a bit relieved, maybe she wasn’t even surprised. She never truly believed that Hyeju would die that day. One way or another, Hyeju was always going to be one step ahead, and Sooyoung was fine with that.