In All the World (oneshot)
Title: In All the World
Pairing Jieun/Yonggook
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3149
Warnings: Explicit sexual content
Summary: AU; Yonggook thinks the universe just isn't on his side tonight.
"I'm home!" he calls as he steps through the heavy door. It slams behind him and he winces. She hates it when he lets the door slam. She also hates it when he says he'll be home at a certain time and turns up late. The universe just isn't on Yonggook's side tonight.
The flat is oddly quiet as he makes his way inside, tossing off his t-shirt and flattening the wrinkles in his wife-beater as he goes because not stinking like a club and looking a little more presentable may improve his chances. He finds her in the kitchen washing dishes, humming to herself as she works. Her hair is swept up into a messy pony-tail that dangles over her over-sized t-shirt. Underneath, she wears a faded pair of denim cut-offs. The smooth curve of her neck in the gaping opening of the shirt is pale with a light sheen of sweat. Only when he's directly behind her, wrapping his arms around her small waist, does he notice the tear stains on her cheeks.
"You're late," she says. Her voice is rough and dry and she sniffles a little. Shaking the soap suds of one hand, she rubs furiously under her eyes with her wrist.
He's not sure what to say, because even though she can have her emotional moments, Jieun's never been one to get so worked up over something as minor as his being late or a slammed door. While she rinses off her hands, he tightens his arms around her a little, and she sighs.
"Mom called," she explains quietly. She lets her hands rest on his wrists, but it's as if there's no energy left in her body. With that simple phrase, she becomes so drained she would probably collapse if he weren't holding her. He opens his mouth, closes it, and kisses her ear. One of her hands rises to touch his cheek, and then it falls back to her side. "She wanted to know if I was pregnant."
Yonggook jerks back involuntarily, but manages to collect himself fairly quickly. "Did someone tell her you were?" he asks slowly. Keeping his emotions out of his voice has never been his forte and his tone wavers. She laughs dryly and shakes her head.
"She says she'll be checking in now and then to check." She pauses and clears her throat, wiping at her face. She must be crying because a few warm drops escape and reach his arms. "She says she won't let our stupid decisions stop her from being with her grandchildren."
And there's nothing he can say to that.
A little over a year ago, Jieun's parents, both affluent members of their respective fields and up until that point, incredibly proud of their talented only daughter, hadn't been very happy to meet Yonggook, who happened to also be from a very good family but had left it to pursue a career in music. In announcing their relationship, Jieun had also been announcing her intention to do the same. The results had been catastrophic: they disowned Jieun completely, even going so far as to withdraw her from her prestigious arts university because they had assumed she hadn't intended to pay the tuition herself.
She may not have been a pampered princess, but Jieun hadn't been prepared for the sudden change in lifestyle. Yonggook had been living on his own for a little while by then, but had no idea what to do as he watched his girlfriend sink into a deeper and deeper depression.
As of lately, though, their life together had started to look up. Jieun was used to doing chores, going to work and fitting rehearsals with her band somewhere in between. Her friends, at least, hadn't abandoned her, and their rock band had been doing so well they were starting to get gigs at Yonggook's club, which was one of the most popular in the area. Yonggook had never seen her so happy, nor so beautiful. The grungy transformation of her usually pristine wardrobe had completely suited her as she changed from frilly skirts to ripped jeans and tank tops underneath his old and worn tees.
While he broods quietly, she turns around in his arms and gives him a little smile. "Do you ever regret it?" he asks her.
She looks confused at first, frowning and cocking her head a little to the side. Her tears are gone and her eyes are clear and bright as usual. After giving his question some thought, she shrugs. "You ask the strangest questions." Before he can reply, she leans in and presses her lips against his. Jieun's the shy type, so she usually waits for him to respond to her kisses, but his stunned reaction tests her patience. Gently pressing her hands to the back of his neck, she moves her lips against his, sucking on his bottom lip timidly before pulling back to give him one last peck. She looks slightly embarrassed when she presses her forehead against his. All he can do is hold on tight and stare blankly at her pretty face. His mind feels tingly numb.
"Go shower," she mutters and he can feel her warm breath on his lips. "I'll call Hana and she'll get all pissed and start cussing and it'll make me feel better." He nods and kisses her forehead, but when he pulls back her nose is wrinkled in disgust. "Besides, you smell like like those skanks from the club." Her eyes widen in surprise and he explodes into laughter so suddenly it hurts.
"Looks like Hana is starting to affect you," he scolds affectionately. "Before I know it, you'll go and dye your hair blue or something."
She wrinkles her nose again and furiously shakes her head. "Never!" she insists. "I must stay pretty so my smelly boyfriend won't leave me." Her eyes gleam and he rolls his eyes.
"You'll always be pretty, Jieun," he whispers against her mouth and kisses her again, soft and slow so she sighs and stands on her tiptoe to keep him from stopping. "Alright, go call Hana." She smiles and removes herself from his arms to run to her cell phone. Her pony-tail bounces against her back and he sighs as he watches her go.
The water is frigid when he steps under the stream, but he's long used to it. His muscles contract under the chilling temperature, then gradually relax. Very, very slowly, the water starts to grow warmer. He splashes some on his face and rubs it in with his hands, wiping away the sweat and grime of the day. For a second, he stares at his hands, big and awkward before his eyes. And then he starts washing himself, starting with his neck, then his shoulders, armpits and steadily downward.
There had once been a time when Yonggook had been convinced, every single day, that he'd come home to an empty house. Jieun would realize the insane decision she'd made a bail, running back to the comfort of her old life. Honestly, he had sometimes wished for it. She'd been so miserable, he had been tempted to tell her to go back, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. And every single day, Jieun had been there, waiting for him.
Coming home to her is his favorite part of the day. Seeing her beautiful face and hearing her voice are as necessary to his life as oxygen and water. He can't even bring himself to think about what he would do if she left now. Just thinking about thinking about it makes his heart pound painfully in his chest.
There's a rustle of movement out of the corner of his eye and he turns to find the curtain pulled open and Jieun stepping inside the small shower. He feels himself blush and almost moves to cover himself up though there really isn't any reason for him to be so embarrassed. As she closes the curtain behind her, he catches himself staring at her naked body and blushes even more.
"What are you doing?" he asks as casually as he can. She smiles and grabs onto his arm, her bare breasts pressing against his skin. He feels light-headed.
"Let me wash your hair," she says with child-like excitement.
"What?" He tries not to sound indignant, but she's pressing more and more of her against his side and he's having a very hard time controlling his voice. Thankfully she removes herself to glare at him, hands on her hips; unfortunately this means that he now has a complete view of all of her flawless, naked skin and it's not helping him focus.
She grabs the bottle of shampoo and lets some drip onto her hand before she reaches out and begins to work up a lather in his hair. "Lean down a little, please," she orders, and he obeys. She massages his scalp and digs her nail in around his ears, making him groan. "Do you remember?" she asks as she scrubs. "That time when we were trying to save on our water bill we showered together every day and you always let me wash your hair."
He nods and smiles to himself. Despite their efforts, they hadn't saved a cent, and Yonggook blames it all on the wonderful view of his girlfriend's chest the task gave him. He peeks one eye open and is so glad he'd been able to come home early.
"Stop staring," she mumbles. He glances up at her and admires her scrunched-up look of concentration, one tiny wrinkle forming between her eyebrows. Finally, she removes her hands and rinses them in under the water. "Lean back."
He obeys again, letting himself be led backward into the stream. Jieun wipes away the soap carefully around his forehead. No soap ever finds its way into Yongook's eyes under Jieun's watch. All clean, Yonggook straightens up and grins, sopping bangs in his eyes. He grabs Jieun around the waist and pulls her body toward him, successfully soaking her under the water. She squeals and clings to his shoulders.
"Uh-oh," she giggles and looks into his eyes, and then downward. Only then does he realize exactly how hard he is.
"Sorry."
She rolls her eyes and slaps his arm. "Get out. It's my turn to wash up." And she continues to giggle as he steps out of the shower, grumbling bitterly and covering his shameful arousal with a towel.
He grabs a pair of gym shorts out of the dresser drawer and pulls them on hurriedly before collapsing face-first onto the bed. It groans beneath his heavy weight. The sound of the shower seeps in through the thin walls and he hums to himself to drown it out. When he closes his eyes, he sees her breasts, inches from his face and shining slick with moisture. He groans out loud and tries to think of anything else: what time he has to get up tomorrow, what he had for breakfast, the last time he played basketball with the guys. He even starts composing lyrics about the various objects scattered about the room. All the while, the image of Jieun's pale shoulders and her small, playful mouth in the stark fluorescent light of the bathroom doesn't leave him for a second.
He's so distracted that he doesn't notice when the shower shuts off until the bedroom door creaks open. He's still face-down on the bed and he doesn't dare look up because he hears the distinct sound of a towel fluttering to the ground. There is more shuffling as he assumes she picks out a pair of pajamas. He closes his eyes and listens as she hums to herself. Even simple humming, in her voice, is to him the most beautiful music in the world. He ponders saying as much to her but the bed creaks as she, much to his surprise, crawls on top of him.
"Want a massage?" she offers. He grunts a response which he hopes sounds positive as she runs her hands along his bare shoulders. Her fingers press into the flesh softly at first, then gradually harder as she kneads his tired muscles. He sighs long and loud as she grinds her knuckles into his back. She continues to hum all the while a happy, pleasant tune. Straddling his back, she shuffles backward to massage his lower back, he feels her bare calf brush against his own. The skin against skin contact is intimate and gentle, and then she digs into a particular tense section of muscle near his spine and he moans out loud.
She pauses, and then starts to move back up his back. Upon reaching his shoulders again, she leans forward and kisses the back of his neck, then the curve where his neck meets his shoulder, and then the shoulder itself. He shudders as her hands move playfully down along his arms from his shoulders. Warm, soft flesh presses against his back and his skin goes suddenly very hot, because she's on top of him and she's not wearing anything.
"Surprised?" she asks, obviously proud of herself as she lies flush against his back. He closes his eyes and can feel nothing but skin, silky, slightly damp skin against him.
He takes a deep, ragged breath and manages to laugh in response. He wants nothing more than to flip them over and drink in all that beautiful skin with his eyes, but he holds back.
Humming again, she places another kiss on his neck directly below his ear. Her breath tickles against his ear and sends another shudder through him. "This is so not fair," he breathes.
She ignores him and chooses to lightly run her tongue along the outer shell of his ear. She bites the lobe just hard enough to hurt and still send a shock of pleasure directly to his groin. His hips jerk against the bed. While she sucks at the spot below his ear, her hands move back up along his arms, gently rub his shoulders and continue downward and touch as much skin as they can reach. Every inch of skin she touches tingles beneath her fingers. Her kisses move down to his shoulders to his spine and she traces a path down the smooth bumps beneath the skin. He keeps his eyes closed tight and absorbs every new sensation with sharp inhales and slight shivers. Then she moves to the tattoo on the lower part of his shoulder and traces the curved script with her tongue, the feeling so hot it burns and sloppily wet against his already overheated skin.
The room spins and Jieun squeals in delight as his restraint finally snaps and he flips over to grab her. He lands with her pinned beneath him on the bed, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "Feel better?" she asks breathlessly with a playful toss of her head to get her hair out of her face. He doesn't reply, but smiles as he crushes his mouth against his. Her mouth opens eagerly and she whimpers as his tongue hungrily explores. Her arms pull him closer and closer and he can't breathe but would rather suffocate than stop now. Eventually she's the one to break the kiss, biting his lip and panting heavily with dark, glazed eyes. He lightly pecks her on the cheek before mouthing along her jawline. He kisses her neck sloppily and finally allows himself to cup his hands around her small, perfect breasts. The hard nipples press into his palms and he gives them a gentle squeeze. A painfully hard throb in his groan alerts him to his desperately hard state and he moans against her neck.
Somehow she understands immediately, because her hands are pulling at the elastic of his stubborn gym shorts. He helps her remove them but blocks her wandering hands with his own, securing both of her thin wrists with one of his hands while the other wanders to tickle her thighs. She wriggles in his grasp and shoots him a dirty look when he grins. The look doesn't last, though, as he slips a finger inside her. A second soon joins, and then a third. Her breathing grows labored and her face is flushed. Yonggook kisses her forehead and hides his smile as he moves the fingers inside her and a surprised moan escapes her lips.
She clings to his shoulders as he slides his fingers in and out. She cries out every time he pushes them a little deeper, and her nails dig into his bag when he slides him thumb across her clit. He slowly removes his fingers and releases her wrists to run his free hand through her damp hair. Using her freed hands to reach up and under the pillows, she retrieves something with a triumphant smile and waves it in front of his eyes.
He snatches the condom out of her fingers and laughs into her hair as he struggles to rip it out. "Someone's prepared," he comments, his voice low and gravelly. She gives a light shrug and carefully situates herself beneath him while he with frustrated effort glides the stupid contraceptive over himself. A hand wraps around his cock as Jieun guides him inside.
She gasps and he exhales like he's been holding in his breath for hours. The world is suddenly hot and warm around him, he doesn't dare move for fear of ruining it. Yonggook smiles with his eyes shut and inhales the flowery scent of Jieun's shampoo. She trembles beneath him.
He's not sure when he starts moving, only that at some he does begin to slowly rock his hips and Jieun's voice is all he can hear. She moans and gasps with that ethereally beautiful voice, her nails scrapping against his back as he quickens the pace. Yonggook isn't aware of the bed beneath them; they could be floating on air, through space, for all he cares. At one point her ankles lock around him and he thrusts into her, so deep he feels he's drowning inside of that perfect heat.
Jieun makes no sound when she orgasms. The already tight muscles contract around Yonggook's cock one last time and he sees her mouth open in a silent scream. She lets go of of his shoulders and lets his hard, shallow thrusts rock her body. He comes almost a full minute later, grabbing onto her leg to bury himself deep insider her as he bites and sucks on her shoulder. He rolls off of her to quickly clean up before crawling back into the bed. Her arms are immediately around him. Her legs, too, wrap around his and hold him perfectly still as his heart continues to race in his chest. Between her breasts, he listens to the steady sound of her heart, almost in perfectly sync with his.
Pairing Jieun/Yonggook
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3149
Warnings: Explicit sexual content
Summary: AU; Yonggook thinks the universe just isn't on his side tonight.
"I'm home!" he calls as he steps through the heavy door. It slams behind him and he winces. She hates it when he lets the door slam. She also hates it when he says he'll be home at a certain time and turns up late. The universe just isn't on Yonggook's side tonight.
The flat is oddly quiet as he makes his way inside, tossing off his t-shirt and flattening the wrinkles in his wife-beater as he goes because not stinking like a club and looking a little more presentable may improve his chances. He finds her in the kitchen washing dishes, humming to herself as she works. Her hair is swept up into a messy pony-tail that dangles over her over-sized t-shirt. Underneath, she wears a faded pair of denim cut-offs. The smooth curve of her neck in the gaping opening of the shirt is pale with a light sheen of sweat. Only when he's directly behind her, wrapping his arms around her small waist, does he notice the tear stains on her cheeks.
"You're late," she says. Her voice is rough and dry and she sniffles a little. Shaking the soap suds of one hand, she rubs furiously under her eyes with her wrist.
He's not sure what to say, because even though she can have her emotional moments, Jieun's never been one to get so worked up over something as minor as his being late or a slammed door. While she rinses off her hands, he tightens his arms around her a little, and she sighs.
"Mom called," she explains quietly. She lets her hands rest on his wrists, but it's as if there's no energy left in her body. With that simple phrase, she becomes so drained she would probably collapse if he weren't holding her. He opens his mouth, closes it, and kisses her ear. One of her hands rises to touch his cheek, and then it falls back to her side. "She wanted to know if I was pregnant."
Yonggook jerks back involuntarily, but manages to collect himself fairly quickly. "Did someone tell her you were?" he asks slowly. Keeping his emotions out of his voice has never been his forte and his tone wavers. She laughs dryly and shakes her head.
"She says she'll be checking in now and then to check." She pauses and clears her throat, wiping at her face. She must be crying because a few warm drops escape and reach his arms. "She says she won't let our stupid decisions stop her from being with her grandchildren."
And there's nothing he can say to that.
A little over a year ago, Jieun's parents, both affluent members of their respective fields and up until that point, incredibly proud of their talented only daughter, hadn't been very happy to meet Yonggook, who happened to also be from a very good family but had left it to pursue a career in music. In announcing their relationship, Jieun had also been announcing her intention to do the same. The results had been catastrophic: they disowned Jieun completely, even going so far as to withdraw her from her prestigious arts university because they had assumed she hadn't intended to pay the tuition herself.
She may not have been a pampered princess, but Jieun hadn't been prepared for the sudden change in lifestyle. Yonggook had been living on his own for a little while by then, but had no idea what to do as he watched his girlfriend sink into a deeper and deeper depression.
As of lately, though, their life together had started to look up. Jieun was used to doing chores, going to work and fitting rehearsals with her band somewhere in between. Her friends, at least, hadn't abandoned her, and their rock band had been doing so well they were starting to get gigs at Yonggook's club, which was one of the most popular in the area. Yonggook had never seen her so happy, nor so beautiful. The grungy transformation of her usually pristine wardrobe had completely suited her as she changed from frilly skirts to ripped jeans and tank tops underneath his old and worn tees.
While he broods quietly, she turns around in his arms and gives him a little smile. "Do you ever regret it?" he asks her.
She looks confused at first, frowning and cocking her head a little to the side. Her tears are gone and her eyes are clear and bright as usual. After giving his question some thought, she shrugs. "You ask the strangest questions." Before he can reply, she leans in and presses her lips against his. Jieun's the shy type, so she usually waits for him to respond to her kisses, but his stunned reaction tests her patience. Gently pressing her hands to the back of his neck, she moves her lips against his, sucking on his bottom lip timidly before pulling back to give him one last peck. She looks slightly embarrassed when she presses her forehead against his. All he can do is hold on tight and stare blankly at her pretty face. His mind feels tingly numb.
"Go shower," she mutters and he can feel her warm breath on his lips. "I'll call Hana and she'll get all pissed and start cussing and it'll make me feel better." He nods and kisses her forehead, but when he pulls back her nose is wrinkled in disgust. "Besides, you smell like like those skanks from the club." Her eyes widen in surprise and he explodes into laughter so suddenly it hurts.
"Looks like Hana is starting to affect you," he scolds affectionately. "Before I know it, you'll go and dye your hair blue or something."
She wrinkles her nose again and furiously shakes her head. "Never!" she insists. "I must stay pretty so my smelly boyfriend won't leave me." Her eyes gleam and he rolls his eyes.
"You'll always be pretty, Jieun," he whispers against her mouth and kisses her again, soft and slow so she sighs and stands on her tiptoe to keep him from stopping. "Alright, go call Hana." She smiles and removes herself from his arms to run to her cell phone. Her pony-tail bounces against her back and he sighs as he watches her go.
The water is frigid when he steps under the stream, but he's long used to it. His muscles contract under the chilling temperature, then gradually relax. Very, very slowly, the water starts to grow warmer. He splashes some on his face and rubs it in with his hands, wiping away the sweat and grime of the day. For a second, he stares at his hands, big and awkward before his eyes. And then he starts washing himself, starting with his neck, then his shoulders, armpits and steadily downward.
There had once been a time when Yonggook had been convinced, every single day, that he'd come home to an empty house. Jieun would realize the insane decision she'd made a bail, running back to the comfort of her old life. Honestly, he had sometimes wished for it. She'd been so miserable, he had been tempted to tell her to go back, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. And every single day, Jieun had been there, waiting for him.
Coming home to her is his favorite part of the day. Seeing her beautiful face and hearing her voice are as necessary to his life as oxygen and water. He can't even bring himself to think about what he would do if she left now. Just thinking about thinking about it makes his heart pound painfully in his chest.
There's a rustle of movement out of the corner of his eye and he turns to find the curtain pulled open and Jieun stepping inside the small shower. He feels himself blush and almost moves to cover himself up though there really isn't any reason for him to be so embarrassed. As she closes the curtain behind her, he catches himself staring at her naked body and blushes even more.
"What are you doing?" he asks as casually as he can. She smiles and grabs onto his arm, her bare breasts pressing against his skin. He feels light-headed.
"Let me wash your hair," she says with child-like excitement.
"What?" He tries not to sound indignant, but she's pressing more and more of her against his side and he's having a very hard time controlling his voice. Thankfully she removes herself to glare at him, hands on her hips; unfortunately this means that he now has a complete view of all of her flawless, naked skin and it's not helping him focus.
She grabs the bottle of shampoo and lets some drip onto her hand before she reaches out and begins to work up a lather in his hair. "Lean down a little, please," she orders, and he obeys. She massages his scalp and digs her nail in around his ears, making him groan. "Do you remember?" she asks as she scrubs. "That time when we were trying to save on our water bill we showered together every day and you always let me wash your hair."
He nods and smiles to himself. Despite their efforts, they hadn't saved a cent, and Yonggook blames it all on the wonderful view of his girlfriend's chest the task gave him. He peeks one eye open and is so glad he'd been able to come home early.
"Stop staring," she mumbles. He glances up at her and admires her scrunched-up look of concentration, one tiny wrinkle forming between her eyebrows. Finally, she removes her hands and rinses them in under the water. "Lean back."
He obeys again, letting himself be led backward into the stream. Jieun wipes away the soap carefully around his forehead. No soap ever finds its way into Yongook's eyes under Jieun's watch. All clean, Yonggook straightens up and grins, sopping bangs in his eyes. He grabs Jieun around the waist and pulls her body toward him, successfully soaking her under the water. She squeals and clings to his shoulders.
"Uh-oh," she giggles and looks into his eyes, and then downward. Only then does he realize exactly how hard he is.
"Sorry."
She rolls her eyes and slaps his arm. "Get out. It's my turn to wash up." And she continues to giggle as he steps out of the shower, grumbling bitterly and covering his shameful arousal with a towel.
He grabs a pair of gym shorts out of the dresser drawer and pulls them on hurriedly before collapsing face-first onto the bed. It groans beneath his heavy weight. The sound of the shower seeps in through the thin walls and he hums to himself to drown it out. When he closes his eyes, he sees her breasts, inches from his face and shining slick with moisture. He groans out loud and tries to think of anything else: what time he has to get up tomorrow, what he had for breakfast, the last time he played basketball with the guys. He even starts composing lyrics about the various objects scattered about the room. All the while, the image of Jieun's pale shoulders and her small, playful mouth in the stark fluorescent light of the bathroom doesn't leave him for a second.
He's so distracted that he doesn't notice when the shower shuts off until the bedroom door creaks open. He's still face-down on the bed and he doesn't dare look up because he hears the distinct sound of a towel fluttering to the ground. There is more shuffling as he assumes she picks out a pair of pajamas. He closes his eyes and listens as she hums to herself. Even simple humming, in her voice, is to him the most beautiful music in the world. He ponders saying as much to her but the bed creaks as she, much to his surprise, crawls on top of him.
"Want a massage?" she offers. He grunts a response which he hopes sounds positive as she runs her hands along his bare shoulders. Her fingers press into the flesh softly at first, then gradually harder as she kneads his tired muscles. He sighs long and loud as she grinds her knuckles into his back. She continues to hum all the while a happy, pleasant tune. Straddling his back, she shuffles backward to massage his lower back, he feels her bare calf brush against his own. The skin against skin contact is intimate and gentle, and then she digs into a particular tense section of muscle near his spine and he moans out loud.
She pauses, and then starts to move back up his back. Upon reaching his shoulders again, she leans forward and kisses the back of his neck, then the curve where his neck meets his shoulder, and then the shoulder itself. He shudders as her hands move playfully down along his arms from his shoulders. Warm, soft flesh presses against his back and his skin goes suddenly very hot, because she's on top of him and she's not wearing anything.
"Surprised?" she asks, obviously proud of herself as she lies flush against his back. He closes his eyes and can feel nothing but skin, silky, slightly damp skin against him.
He takes a deep, ragged breath and manages to laugh in response. He wants nothing more than to flip them over and drink in all that beautiful skin with his eyes, but he holds back.
Humming again, she places another kiss on his neck directly below his ear. Her breath tickles against his ear and sends another shudder through him. "This is so not fair," he breathes.
She ignores him and chooses to lightly run her tongue along the outer shell of his ear. She bites the lobe just hard enough to hurt and still send a shock of pleasure directly to his groin. His hips jerk against the bed. While she sucks at the spot below his ear, her hands move back up along his arms, gently rub his shoulders and continue downward and touch as much skin as they can reach. Every inch of skin she touches tingles beneath her fingers. Her kisses move down to his shoulders to his spine and she traces a path down the smooth bumps beneath the skin. He keeps his eyes closed tight and absorbs every new sensation with sharp inhales and slight shivers. Then she moves to the tattoo on the lower part of his shoulder and traces the curved script with her tongue, the feeling so hot it burns and sloppily wet against his already overheated skin.
The room spins and Jieun squeals in delight as his restraint finally snaps and he flips over to grab her. He lands with her pinned beneath him on the bed, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "Feel better?" she asks breathlessly with a playful toss of her head to get her hair out of her face. He doesn't reply, but smiles as he crushes his mouth against his. Her mouth opens eagerly and she whimpers as his tongue hungrily explores. Her arms pull him closer and closer and he can't breathe but would rather suffocate than stop now. Eventually she's the one to break the kiss, biting his lip and panting heavily with dark, glazed eyes. He lightly pecks her on the cheek before mouthing along her jawline. He kisses her neck sloppily and finally allows himself to cup his hands around her small, perfect breasts. The hard nipples press into his palms and he gives them a gentle squeeze. A painfully hard throb in his groan alerts him to his desperately hard state and he moans against her neck.
Somehow she understands immediately, because her hands are pulling at the elastic of his stubborn gym shorts. He helps her remove them but blocks her wandering hands with his own, securing both of her thin wrists with one of his hands while the other wanders to tickle her thighs. She wriggles in his grasp and shoots him a dirty look when he grins. The look doesn't last, though, as he slips a finger inside her. A second soon joins, and then a third. Her breathing grows labored and her face is flushed. Yonggook kisses her forehead and hides his smile as he moves the fingers inside her and a surprised moan escapes her lips.
She clings to his shoulders as he slides his fingers in and out. She cries out every time he pushes them a little deeper, and her nails dig into his bag when he slides him thumb across her clit. He slowly removes his fingers and releases her wrists to run his free hand through her damp hair. Using her freed hands to reach up and under the pillows, she retrieves something with a triumphant smile and waves it in front of his eyes.
He snatches the condom out of her fingers and laughs into her hair as he struggles to rip it out. "Someone's prepared," he comments, his voice low and gravelly. She gives a light shrug and carefully situates herself beneath him while he with frustrated effort glides the stupid contraceptive over himself. A hand wraps around his cock as Jieun guides him inside.
She gasps and he exhales like he's been holding in his breath for hours. The world is suddenly hot and warm around him, he doesn't dare move for fear of ruining it. Yonggook smiles with his eyes shut and inhales the flowery scent of Jieun's shampoo. She trembles beneath him.
He's not sure when he starts moving, only that at some he does begin to slowly rock his hips and Jieun's voice is all he can hear. She moans and gasps with that ethereally beautiful voice, her nails scrapping against his back as he quickens the pace. Yonggook isn't aware of the bed beneath them; they could be floating on air, through space, for all he cares. At one point her ankles lock around him and he thrusts into her, so deep he feels he's drowning inside of that perfect heat.
Jieun makes no sound when she orgasms. The already tight muscles contract around Yonggook's cock one last time and he sees her mouth open in a silent scream. She lets go of of his shoulders and lets his hard, shallow thrusts rock her body. He comes almost a full minute later, grabbing onto her leg to bury himself deep insider her as he bites and sucks on her shoulder. He rolls off of her to quickly clean up before crawling back into the bed. Her arms are immediately around him. Her legs, too, wrap around his and hold him perfectly still as his heart continues to race in his chest. Between her breasts, he listens to the steady sound of her heart, almost in perfectly sync with his.