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“Yeah, I've found somewhere to work. I mean, the hours aren't the best, but that's understandable. And it's close enough that I won't have to move, I can just stay at the house.” Yujin rambles. She knows she should keep her mouth shut; innocent blabbering can very rapidly turn into something a million times more dangerous, especially with alcohol in her system to loosen her tongue. But she can’t help it.
Jungwon is pressed up against the glass railing of the upper balcony, staring her down as she chats up an acquaintance of someone's. Her mothers, or his mothers, or maybe even someone who knew her dad. Either way, it's maddening, making her heart race and her palms break out in a cold sweat that has absolutely nothing to do with the way this acquaintance is leaning closer and closer. A friendly glint to his eyes at harsh opposition to the unfriendly way he inches towards her.
And Jungwon is watching it all happen, his delicate jaw clenched sharp enough to cut, twitching — ever so slightly — when this ‘acquaintance’ she's forgotten the name of slides a rough palm up the side of her arm.
She hasn't said one word to Jungwon since the party started. But he's never been far. A protective shadow cast in all the dim overhead lights. Yujin doesn't need his protection; that's not how this works. He's the younger one; if anything, she should be protecting him. Ironic, given their history.
“You're not telling me you live alone, are you? In that massive house. A pretty girl like you needs someone to keep her safe and warm. Especially when the nights turn cold. Nothing beats the heat of another person, sweetcakes. If you catch my drift.”
She fights down the urge to gag, plasters a placid grin on her face. Hoping that eventually he'll get the hint and back the fuck off. God has this rapidly taken a turn for the worse.
But then she feels it, a soft brush. barely noticeable if it weren't for the lighting coursing through her veins at Jungwon's incessant watching. Not moving, not speaking, not intervening, watching.vBecause this acquaintance just brushed against her breast, a lurid glint to his eyes as he stared her down. Itching to see how she would react.
“I can keep you company.”
Yujin is made brutally aware of her surroundings. The party is raging beneath her feet. But here, on this balcony, there's no one but her, this man, and Jungwon to heat the cold maritime air. He gets braver, dismissing Jungwon as some unbothered voyeur, moving to palm her breast, suddenly turned confident by Jungwon's lack of action.
Yujin whispers, so quiet she can't be sure he even hears. “Jungwon.”
“That's not my name, sugar, but if you want. It could be. I can be anyone you want–”
A strong hand clasps around his wrist before he makes contact with her goose-pimpled skin.
“Hey,” he starts, voice rising dangerously.
But then he freezes.
Jungwon leans into the light, recognition flickers across her assailant's face before it contorts into a scowl. “What?” he demands.
“She’s uncomfortable.”
“She can speak for herself, isn’t that right, sugar? Tell the nice man to go away, then you and I can have some–” he reaches down, palming the swell of her ass obscenely– "fun.”
It happens so fast, one moment, he’s all over her, panting lewdly into her ear as he claws into the soft flesh of her ass. Next, he’s on the floor, cradling his cheekbone.
The man staggers to his feet, inhaling sharply. “The fuck is your problem?”
“Get out,” Jungwon warns, low and chilling to the bone. He presses forward, separating Yujin from the man with his body.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the man screams. “Don’t you know who I am?”
Jungwon steps forward again.
“All this over some whore,” he splutters. “You're as dumb as she is. I don’t get what your fucking problem is. She wanted this.”
“Get the fuck out,” Jungwon snaps, voice dangerously tense. His body coils tighter and tighter, his hands clenching into fists at his side, like he’s fighting himself to keep them down. Yujin can’t look away. Since when has Jungwon been this big, this intimidating?
“Why should I?” the man lurches, fisting his hands into Jungwon’s collar and yanking him towards him. “Who even are you?”
Jungwon doesn't blink; just drags a hand down his face before bending to meet his eyes. “I’m Yang Jungwon. This is my fucking house, my alcohol you've been drinking, my father's company you work for, and that–” he nudges his head backwards. “That woman, not,” he shoves the man harshly, “whore. She’s mine.”
The guy gapes at Jungwon, stumbling. “I’m… I didn’t know…”
“Get the fuck out,” Jungwon says. “Before you lose more than just your job.”
The man is already gone, the balcony door slamming shut behind him, the only sound made for what feels like hours.
Jungwon turns to her, his mouth open like an apology is already waiting, sitting on the tip of his tongue.
Yujin shakes her head, too deep for common sense to win the battle waging on inside her. Her hands find his collar before he can even blink. Jungwon gulps, his Adams apple pressing stark in her line of sight. Yujin doesn't think, just takes, as she crashes her mouth to his.
Fuck…
The whole world stills, the blaring beat of the bass dampening as Jungwon moulds his mouth to hers, kissing her deep and hard. Every press of his mouth, more desperate, more punishing, echoes those two words Yujin didn't know she had been waiting to hear.
She's mine.
Jungwon tastes like home, like sugar from the rim of one of his mother's signature cocktails, like summer mornings walking along the beach, and nights camped round the fire always roaring in his backyard. Tears flood Yujin’s waterline. He tastes like her ruin.
Her back meets cool metal, her waist, sparking when one of Jungwon's hands finds the tender skin. He’s crowding over her, kissing into her with a passion, a fire stoked by the screaming winds that have her head reeling, her hair flailing over the balcony's edge when he breaks away to press his warm mouth to her throbbing pulse point.
It's like he can't stay away, a truth echoed in the years they spent orbiting around each other, never daring to inch that little bit closer, until now, until his teeth clatter painfully against hers, and Yujin chokes down the triumph brimming, threatening to boil over inside her at the reminder of his inexperience.
Yujin breaks away, her eyes overcast with something she never should have let fester when Jungwon blinks down at her, tender and sweet, his pupils blown wide enough to reflect the stars shining above them, or the lights twinkling beneath them. He’s hers, hers to ruin, hers to love, finally. After all these years.
“Are you still staying in your old bedroom?” She musters, her voice shaky.
Jungwon nods.
Yujin holds out her hand, and Jungwon takes it. Pulling her softly towards the small door, nestled into a far corner of the terrace. Nothing has ever felt more right.
Yujin would have complained, would have made a scene with literally anyone else if they had taken this long to put the damn thing inside her.
But she's always had a soft spot for Jungwon, and when he stared up at her with those big doe eyes of his, begging to stretch her open with his fingers for what felt like hours. Yujin just didn't have the heart to tell him no. And she'll never admit it to him, but Jungwon was right.
It's worth it, though. The blissed out look on Jungwon's face as he inches forward, his grip on Yujin's waist tightening possessively as he sinks his cock deeper inside. An incoherent stream of half words, half whimpers falling from his mouth each centimetre he gets closer and closer to giving her everything she's ever wanted.
Even though it feels like she might tear apart any moment now. It's still so fucking perfect. She shouldn't let him know how much it hurts. But Yujin can't help it, Jungwon’s too fucking big, what else is she supposed to do but let out a sharp, tear-jerking cry when he finally bottoms out.
Jungwon freezes, eyes snapping to her face, leaving behind the view he was worshipping so intently just moments before. The view of her cunt stretching obscenely as he sank each inch deeper and deeper inside.
“Shit,” Jungwon whines. “I'm hurting you." But he doesn't move, just shifts his weight so he's face to face, mouth to mouth with her. Yujin hates the sharp jolt of arousal echoing her core as she takes in how undone he looks, lording over her like this, the muscles in his arms tense, almost slipping out from under him.
“Jungwon….” Yujin grits out, her mind split between the sensation of him, heavy, filling her better than anyone else ever has, and her baby’s current state of distress. “Baby, calm down, and just…fuck me. Okay. I'm okay. Don't worry, baby. I'm all good,” she reassures the younger boy. The more she clenches, the more alarmed he's gonna be. So she smoothes his hair away from his brow and fights hard to keep her muscles lax.
But Jungwon doesn't move, just stares.
“I can't do it, Noona,” he says. “I'm gonna hurt you.”
Yujin sighs, biting her lip when she tightens around him without thinking. “Noona-” Jungwon moans, like he's pleading with her not to move.
Leave it to Jungwon to find a way to become even more endearing than he already is, even if he’s balls deep inside her. Yujin might have found it cute, but she's too busy choking down the guilt crawling around inside her chest. She needs Jungwon to shut up and fuck her stupid. Scramble her brain so good she'll never have time to think about how wrong this is.
(No matter how right it feels.)
What kind of a shitty person is Yujin for fucking her best friend's kid brother? Not even that, for taking her best friend's kid brother's virginity.
“Jungwon,” Yujin sighs with frustration. “This is what I get for fucking you,” she mumbles. “Bloody karmic retribution or something, isn’t it?”
“Hey,” Jungwon whines. “I'm right here. I can hear you, Noona. I don't… I just don't wanna hurt you.”
Jungwon looks at her like a wounded puppy, eyes glistening with tears (or want, Yujin can't really tell). And, the final nail in her coffin? He lets out a bruised whimper, hips stuttering sharply when he seems to remember where he is. Yujin can tell he's struggling. His jaw is clenched. His hips rutting against her pelvis. Short burst tremors that have his tip kissing that perfectly vulnerable spot deep inside her. Every jolt of his hips has her head spinning, and Jungwon knows it, feels her tighten up around him like a vice. All it does apparently is push him closer to actually fucking crying.
Fuck, this really won't do. Yujin has to do something.
“I know, baby,” she coos. “You know what? Let's try this another way. Okay?” Yujin smiles up at Jungwon, lifting her hands gently before twisting him onto his back.
Jungwon doesn't object, just lets her pull away with a small whine, already missing the feeling of his cock filling her.
Yujin pushes him up against the headrest. She's not gonna lie, some part of her changed positions for more selfish reasons. As much as she wants Jungwon to fuck her (Yujin wants it bad) and as much as she wants to soothe his anxiety, ease his mind, show him he could never hurt her.
Yujin mainly wanted to see him like this.
Jungwon is all porcelain skin and baby pink flush. The same flush that used to spread across his cheeks whenever she would lean too close during some talked over movie, or when she'd catch him staring after her as she walked the short distance back to her house, just a door away.
He's exactly like she remembers, as perfect as those long-lost summers spent splashing in his pool and dancing under the cover of moonlight. But now, he's also so much more. All sinewy muscles and sharp lines, sharp teeth, and even sharper smiles. So perfect under her, so big.
Literally.
Yujin reaches a hand for his cock, he's fucking soaked and stupidly pretty, covered in a taunting mix of her slick and his own precome. Jungwon moans above her, hips stuttering forward into her hand as she works it up and down his length.
“You like this, don't you?” Yujin teases, eyes stapled to the sharp peek of Jungwon's canines as they bite down into his bottom lip. Her thumb teasing deliciously into his slit.
“Mhmm.” Jungwon shudders, the back of his head colliding with his headboard. Yujin wants so badly to mark him up, paint him pink and purple, all hers. “Obviously,” he groans.
All of a sudden, Yujin has the urge to ask something dumb. She doesn't know where she pulls the confidence from (she does, from hell) but she gives into it without a second thought.
“Have you ever…” Yujin starts off slowly, as she lifts her free hand to join the first. She doesn't finish the sentence, too busy clenching her thighs together as she makes sense of the sight before her. Two hands, she has two fucking hands around his cock, and there's still inches of him left over.
Oh fuck.
Danger, this is dangerous territory Yujin is headed into, but she ignores the alarm bells going off in her head. She supposes she's already done bad enough just by being here; how much worse could it really get?
Jungwon looks down at her with a smirk, an animalistic hunger in his eyes at complete contrast to his baby face (the last bit of innocence left to his body not yet stolen away by time).
“Have I ever what, Noona? Say it.”
Yujin is too busy watching Jungwon's cock, watching it slide in and out of her grip, so perfect. Yujin barely registers the switch, the sharp sting to his once soft and tentative words.
Her mouth opens without thinking. Almost like Yujin’s entire body races to do as Jungwon says, tell him exactly what he wants to hear. “Do you ever think about me? Like this, when you touch yourself?”
Jungwon leans in close, warm breath dancing over her lips as he whispers slowly, voice dropping an octave, “Always.”
Yujin shivers, the weight of that one singular word singing across her spine like a bullet. Carving her open, paralysing her.
But then Yujin blinks and the moment passes, Jungwon drops backwards with a thud, smiling at her so softly it's almost as if Yujin hallucinated the last 2 minutes.
Yujin shakes her head. This is Jungwon. Her Jungwon, her baby, what is she thinking? He’s not like that, mean and assertive like that, is he? He's not. Yujin knows he isn't. There's no way, only in her wildest fantasies has he ever looked at her like that.
Her past needs to be buried, as does that version of him. God, what is she even doing here? She has no right. No fucking right to touch him like this, not after all that she’s done.
Yujin never should have come back home; she should have fought harder, fought and fought with that constant stream of impatient whines filling her head every day she inched closer and closer to graduation.
She can't be here, she's all wrong. She's ruining him. Staining him black and blue, bruising up his soul with every sharp twist of her fist. Because now that she has him, now she finally has him for real. He's never gonna want anyone else; she won't let him. He belongs to her.
Yujin lifts in a daze, thighs parting as she seats herself in Jungwon's lap. Exactly like she's imagined so many times before.
All of a sudden, it's like nothing else matters, nothing but this moment, because this Jungwon, eyes blown wide and glimmering with soft fire as he watches her tease his cock into her awaiting hole, he's the Jungwon she's been waiting for.
Except now she's done with all the waiting, all those charged glances, all those wordless promises. She's done, now Yujin is going to take, and take, and take. Until the only thing Jungwon will ever think of, the only person he sees when he reaches that sweet release, is her.
She starts of gentle, fucking herself onto his cock in short little bursts, taking a little more inside with each downward pass. The stretch is a little bitch, she's never had someone as big as Jungwon before, and she's not even sure she can take him. Yujin might split open before he even sinks in halfway.
But she does it. Back arched, nails digging into his thighs, muscular and lithe instead of soft and plush like hers. God, the difference between their bodies, the contrast, the way his shadow looms over her. So big. She has half a mind not to pull off, pull him into her arms and hug him tight. Tight enough he shrinks back into the little devil she tutored so many moons ago.
But she can't do any of that, she's completely mute. Wordless at the sheer agony, the pleasure riding along her flaccid limbs as she gently starts to rock herself in a slow rhythm.
Jungwon's fingers find her clit. Those long digits of his pressing so perfectly against her. All hell breaks loose. She can't contain herself anymore, any attempts at normality, the cool level-headedness she tried to keep falls away from her in waves.
She's crying out, moaning and writhing in Jungwon's tender hold. As her legs shake.
Not that he's doing any better. But something is brewing under his eyes, something sinister, and the noises he's making. God, those noises. They used to be pretty and whiny, borderline almost high-pitched. But now they've dropped to the underworld. Low and guttural as he stares down at her pussy, at the white ring of slick coating the base of his cock as Yujin fucks herself so prettily.
No, that's not where his eyes are locked, she realised with bated breath. It's higher. Up and up, and up. To the obscene bulge in her soft lower abdomen. The visible proof of his cock, pulsing inside her. Fucking in and out. down then up, again and again and again.
The moan Yujin lets out at the sight is downright pornographic. And Jungwon… Jungwon snaps.
He reaches forward. Lifting his hand from her dripping sex and pressing it firmly into her abdomen. Fuck,” he groans. “Look at you. Taking my cock so well.” He lets out a satisfied noise, one that has Yujin's blood curdling before he plants his feet on the bed, nails digging into her hipbone as he all but crashes into her, thrusting upwards desperately as he teases his fingers along the proof of his conquest. His prize.
Yujin gasps, something broken as he fucks into her so rough. Jungwon feels the bulge in her stomach, the skin stretching and relaxing every sharp snap of his hips. For a little while Yujin is dazed, letting Jungwon use her like a fucking doll (his doll, all his), but after a minute, she pulls her hands from behind her, plants her small palms on his chest, and starts to match his rhythm.
And god was it everything he dreamt of. Yujin was so small like this, so beautiful. His Noona, finally where she belongs, head lolling back, face strewn with unspeakable pleasure as she bounces on his cock. Mirroring his brutal pace with every sharp drop of her hips.
Jungwon started, and now he just can't stop. All he's ever wanted to say to her, every dirty depraved fantasy he's had of her from before he even became a man, before he became someone who could treat her like she deserves. They all come spewing out. Like the dams burst, and there's nothing to stop his filth from flooding this room.
“So perfect, so fucking tight. Wanted to fuck you stupid like this for so long.”
Yujin nods.
“And here you are, dumb on my cock, fucking yourself so messily cause you just can't get enough, can you?”
“Uh-huh,” she whines. “Jungwon… Jungwon please…”
“You like this, don't you?” Jungwon teases, mocking her cute attempt to baby him earlier. God, it's been so fucking satisfying, watching the light shift in Yujin's eyes as she slowly came to terms with the harsh reality. Jungwon wasn't sixteen anymore, with his hands stuffed under his swim shorts, fingers sticky and wet as he imagined pinning Yujin down, fucking into her tight heat as she screamed his name like she was born to do.
“Bet you didn't expect this, did you, Noona?” he smirks. “I'm not a baby anymore, you should have known better than to think I would just sit back and let you have your fun.”
He was a man now, someone who was capable of loving her like she deserves, fucking her like the little slut she was, the cock hungry brat who all but begged with her eyes, moaning under her breath every time he pressed too close, every time he brushed against her ‘innocently’ this past week. Letting her feel out what he's become. Feel the man he's molded himself into. All for her. For the day she came crawling back to him.
And crawl she has.
“That's not how this works. You're mine. You don't get to decide, you don't get to make demands, you don't even get to cum. Not until I tell you to, not until you beg.”
Yujin is gone, legs locking up, mouth trembling, the barest glint of saliva dribbling down her chin as Jungwon grasps her hips with both hands, moaning under his breath as he watches her small frame dwarf under the size of his hands.
“‘Have I ever thought about you?’, ‘Do I touch myself thinking about you?’ Gods, you're so pathetic, Noona. What did you expect me to say? No?”
Yujin shakes her head, dazed.
Jungwon snaps; he lurches forward. Flipping Yujin onto her back, he doesn't waste a single second, pulling all the way out, Yujin clenches around him so tight he almost sees white, begging him not to leave, before he thrusts back in, hard. Yujin makes a delicious noise, half moan, half scream, her body jostling just that little bit further up the bed with each punishing drill of his hips.
It's fucking sick, so wrong and lewd, but Jungwon has never loved anything more. For a little while, they both stay silent, only the slick sounds of him carving himself deeper and deeper inside his girl, the wet slap of his hips against hers filling the room.
Fuck, everything smells like sex and Yujin and filth. His entire bedroom is coated in a thin sheen of her brilliance as she arches into him, her legs locking, heels digging into the small of his back.
She's getting close, he can tell. So he slows. Forcing himself to hold back.
Yujin's reaction is immediate; she whines like he stole something from her, her fingernails clawing deep, carving shallow crescents into the taught muscles of his shoulders.
Jungwon noses along her neck, teasing the sensitive skin, and Yujin does cry then, frail and flimsy when he angles his hips that little bit askew, missing that tender spot he's already mapped to memory by a fraction.
He can't let her cum, not yet; she doesn't deserve it yet.
“Poor baby,” he coos. “You don't like that do you? Can't take being teased?”
Yujin is coherent enough to form words, her eyes tearlogged and blown wide when he pulls away from her neck to take her in.
Fuck, she's so fucking gorgeous, everything he’s ever fucking wanted splayed out under him, her cheeks flushed, mouthing at her bottom lip like she’s tryna keep herself from saying something she shouldn't.
Jungwon can't recount the number of times he imagined this exact scenario. He spent more than one night peering into her window, past blinds she refused to shut, or past the never fully closed bathroom door she just had to leave open, just that little bit, all to fuck with his head that tiny bit more.
And now what? Now she couldn't take it? She spent years slowly, so fucking slowly chipping away at his restraint like it was the easiest thing in the world, easier than breathing. And now, Jungwon's gonna make sure she tastes every ounce of agony he pent up.
“You think I didn't hear you? How desperate you were back then, 18 years old, fucking yourself open, Desperate to stop me from hearing how dirty you were, how fucking filthy you got when you moaned my name.”
Yujin tenses like he struck her, her eyes blown wide, mouth agape around words he doesn’t let her speak.
“You wanted me to see you. You can pretend, you can fake innocence, Noona. But I know you.”
Yujin breaks, hot tears falling from her eyes like a waterfall. She shakes. Her head turns this way and the other as Jungwon continues to thrust into her. Not stilling for a single moment.
“You would laugh at my jokes, stop by my lessons on your way to yours. Pack me lunches because you knew I hated the new school menu. You played your games, had your fun as though I couldn't see right through your window every night. As if I wasn't watching your show, your little performance every fucking time.”
She's close, Jungwon can feel it in how she clenches around him. Messy and desperate, forcing wet globs of slick onto his cock as he uses her like a doll, fucking into her as he damn well pleases.
“Then you left me. Not even a goodbye before you disappeared across the country.”
Jungwon freezes, right on the cusp of her release; he can taste it. He stays like that, skin to skin, hips to hips, her legs quivering, digging into his back like she could somehow get him deeper. “Jungwon… please, Jungwon. I'm close. Please, Jungwon, I wanna come. please.”
“No.”
“Please,” she sobs. “I'm begging you, please. I need it so bad. Please, Jungwon. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for not telling you. I'm sorry for everything… all of it. I'll make it up to you. I swear. Just please, please–”
“Stop fucking crying and admit it. You're mine.”
Yujin stares up at him, her eyes glistening.
He tries again, “Say it.”
She nods, defeat splintering her irises. “I'm yours.”
Nothing compares to the sheer rush of triumph that surges through his veins, he pulls out, ignoring her broken mewl of protest before his hands are firm around her waist, flipping her onto her stomach.
Fuck, she's so fucking pretty like this, teardrops logged in her waterline, her face smushed against the mattress, eyes squeezing shut as she arches back, lifting her hips unconsciously or consciously, he has no fucking clue. Either way. Jungwon wants, so he takes. Pushing the blunt head of his cock right against her weeping entrance, he loves this, loves watching her mould around him, feeling the resistance of her tight little cunt give way as he forces himself deeper inside.
It's pure undulated bliss, Yujin stills, her hips pushed so far back her spine might snap like a fucking bowstring, but Jungwon doesn't care, he only feels the rhythmic pulsing of her cunt fluttering around him, edging him on, pleading with him to move. He's sheathed to the hilt, pubic bone pressed flush to her ass, his hand dancing up that soft, delicate ridge in her back to meet the mess of dark brown hair painting his bedsheets.
“How many other guys have you had like this?” he teases.
“I… they weren't you,” Yujin cries. Broken in all ways, forever his to chip and scar. “Please, Jungwon, please. I'm yours, I've always been yours. No one else matters, I swear it.”
“Hmm, I guess I’ll have to make sure of that somehow, make you mine forever, is that what you want?”
Yujin nods, the jerky movement travelling right along the curve of her spine and all the way to his ribcage, to his heart, nestled inside the ivory claws and beating to the rhythm of her name. “Use your words,” he seethes, gritting his teeth when she clenches around him. Hard. “Say you want it, say you want me to ruin you for anyone else.”
“Please,” Yujin manages to croak out, her voice trembling. And Jungwon is a giving man, he always has been, so he rolls his hips, pulling out the furthest he can, before sinking back in, slow, mean, making her feel the drag of his cock inside her, spearing her open, moulding her to his every inch as he nestles deep where he’s always belonged. Yujin moans when he bottoms out, something so tender and loving that Jungwon presses on her cheek with his palm. She stares at him through his splayed out fingers. And Jungwon gives in one last time,
He fucks her hard. Not too fast, not too slow, just fucking right to have his bedframe jolting dangerously against the crystalline glass behind it. Just well enough to have her fingertips clawing into his bedsheets as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over her, like the crashing tide splitting to pieces on the jagged rocks beneath his windowsill.
It’s a claiming of every kind, brutal and rough, like he’s always dreamed of taking her. Yujin races towards her undoing, and Jungwon does nothing to halt her. Just leans over, his warm breath caressing her ear, and whispers, “Come.”
Her entire body locks up, her heartbeat racing so fast he can taste it as he mouths at her neck, warm and messy and fucked out cause Yujin clenches around him so hard Jungwon is sure he sees stars. It isnt long before he tumbles over the edge too, spilling inside her for the first time from hundreds more. Jungwon deflates, boneless and spent. He buries his head in the little space between her neck and shoulder, kissing light and soft over sticky skin whilst Yujin pants beneath him. Fuck, he just can’t help himself. He rocks his hips ever so slightly, groaning under his breath when he feels the slick mix of their cum ooze a little from her stuffed cunt.
Yujin fucking loves it, cause she gasps, breathless, and so fucking sweet that Jungwon just has to take that little bit more, worm his hand between silk sheets and supple skin till he’s dancing fast, tight circles around her clit.
“That’s it, Noona,” he coos. “That’s it, just one more. Gimme one more, then we’re done. Okay.”
She’s broken, overstimulated and spent to the brink of heaven and back that she just mewls.
Soft and saccharine, perfect. He feels it before he knows it, the telltale rush of wetness gushing around his cock he just knows he’s fast become addicted to.
They stay like that for a while, Yujin’s delicate pants softening and smoothening till she slips into a light daze, toeing that line between alertness and sleep that makes him extra cautious as he pulls out for good. Careful not to rouse her from her shallow slumber.
He reaches blindly for his phone, sitting back on his heels and surveying the beauty before him. He thumbs at her entrance, just a little bit, just enough to feel his spent coat his finger, her fucked out, pretty hole already twitching like she’s begging him to slip inside. But he can’t. He has to take care of her now; she’s his responsibility. Forever.
But that doesn’t stop him from snapping a couple of photos or from lingering by his nightstand on his way to the bathroom. His hand ghosting the top shelf, the little velvet box she hadn’t even registered staring back at him.
Soon, he thinks. Not yet, but soon.
Yujin is awake when he makes it back to his bedroom, serene and stoic, sitting on the edge of his mattress, glowing in the soft light of the moon. If Jungwon could remember one moment forever, it would be this one, her hair falling over her breasts, his cum warming her womb, his marks littering her soft ivory skin.
“Baby,” she says, and Jungwon startles, leaning off the doorframe and stepping into his bedroom for good.
Jungwon can’t find the right words, the right things to say to her to cover the irreparable chasm he might have ripped between them for good.
“Where did you learn this?” Yujin laughs. Jungwon shrugs, pulling his shirt over her head and pushing her back against the mattress.
“I said I was gonna be good for you, I meant it.”
“Yeah?” She quirks a brow, sighing when he wipes gently between her legs with a damp towel. Jungwon kisses beneath her belly button, over her clit, before he teases between her folds one last time, his tongue dancing just deep enough to taste before he moves back for good, pulling his shirt down and crawling into his bed behind her.
“I love you,” he whispers into the mere atoms between them. “Just in case I hadn't made that clear."
A beat passes. “I love you too.”
“Even if I was really mean,” he asks, hoping she can't hear the agony beating at his heart, he never wants to hurt her, ever, he just. She just means so much to him, and sometimes he just gets carried away.
Yujin says something then, something he'll never forget. “Especially cause you were mean. I always knew you had it in you.”