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DAECHWITA: Chapter 5
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“Are you seriously unaware of the niche community of people who have a thing for bulging veins?” you looked at him with suspicious eyes, “On a side note, one papercut, and you’re done for.” “Are you a member of the said community by any chance?” “Hell yeah?” you yelled as if that was common knowledge to possess, “It’s actually mindblowing you don’t get inappropriate advances on the daily with a body like that.” “Like what? “You know, Olympian god-tier. Strength for days,” you dipped your fork into the last bite, “You look like somebody sculpted you during the Renaissance in case you didn’t notice.”
Chapter 5: Under Your Skin
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Empty.
You noticed it when you realized there was an unusual amount of natural light in your corridor one day. The door to the catharsis room was slid open. You carefully approached and listened in, afraid of witnessing something you shouldn’t have again. When you peeked inside, you saw the room was empty. Hyunjin had moved out. Come to think of it, moving out would be an erroneous description because he was using this room in lieu of a summer villa anyway.
You were also informed that you weren’t going to be instructing him anymore. Nobody gave you an explanation as to why; just the fact that it might have been getting in the way of your own studies.
Way to be passive-aggressive.
But it worked to your benefit, so who the fuck cared? The prospect of being away from him made you breathe easy a little for some reason. It was fascinating to think that the emptiness of this room would make you feel all kinds of gloomy a couple of months ago.
Your second year came knocking on the door sooner than you expected, and you had a new set of robes reaching your knees now. Something that nobody else had. A black one with burgundy print on it for the first interdisciplinary student this institution had ever seen. You had spent the entire summer devising a program of study for yourself and taking extra classes to be done with this hell by the end of the year. Not because you were oh so invested in your academic career or future—it was just going to drive you insane if you didn’t keep your mind heavily occupied. Core curriculum, electives, extracurriculars, your complementary education courtesy of your agreement with the queen, and the occasional personal training you received from her for whatever reason. She seemed to be genuinely enjoying your company, but you were suspecting she may have been satisfying a longing for something else by spending time with you. You. A nobody. Yet the fondness on her face that appeared once every blue moon was too obvious to ignore. It made you wonder whether having a mother resembled this at all.
Nevertheless, you were feeling lonelier than ever. You were among so many different people because of the ridiculous amount of classes you were taking, but you didn’t even bother to make friends anymore—they were probably going to disappear from your life unexpectedly at some point anyway, so why bother? Why bother getting close to someone just to have them snatched away from you later on?
You actually had a remedy for this feeling. If you were outside, you could have gone to the cycling trail by the sea for a bike ride. That always helped you feel lighter. Just feeling the cool breeze caress your face and filling your lungs with the smell of iodine to disinfect whatever was growing in your chest. But that wasn’t within the realm of possible for you now. Inside personnel stayed inside.
You weren’t even sure what your title was anymore. Were you a student here? A guest? An employee? An aide? A pawn in some sick game you weren’t even aware of?
You were still thinking about Chris every minute of every day. You were missing him so much that you were racking your brains out to come up with an excuse just to walk into that dojo again. Or just to get a look from afar.
Afar. Just once. To convince yourself that you didn’t dream it. That he wasn’t a figment of your imagination. That he actually existed.
Afar.
You were on your way back to your room that Thursday when something finally snapped inside you. The practice sessions were always held on Thursdays, and there was still half an hour left before it ended. You crossed the interior courtyard and made a left instead of a right in that open corridor to make your way to the dojo with firm steps.
You felt your heart thumping in your ears when you stood in front of that door. There were loud exclamations and high-pitched metal sounds coming from inside. Everybody must have been way too into it as usual. You started praying to all the deities that you knew not to get noticed and slid the door open the tiniest measure while taking a deep breath, just enough for one of your eyes to observe.
You quickly scanned the gigantic hall with your eyes. The uniform attire of the clan was making this an impossible game of ‘Where’s Chris?’ to be solved on borrowed time, but you weren’t going to yield until you laid your eyes on him. You could feel your heartbeat increasing by three beats per minute with every passing second.
Come on. Where are you?
You were so engrossed in trying to find him among all the swordsmen that it didn’t occur to you what he was usually doing in those sessions. You darted your eyes to the clan master observing the sword patterns meticulously to tear people to shreds if they got it wrong.
Your heart skipped several beats when you noticed the man right next to him.
Posture upright, standing tall, hands clasped behind his back with arms forming a sharp forty-five-degree angle, eyes ablaze like a pair of flamethrowers ready to burn the whole goddamn place to ashes on cue.
You gasped.
His gaze immediately turned to the direction of the door and you watched his features soften when you made eye contact for the briefest second.
SHIT!
You urgently closed the door and started walking away as quickly as possible, your heart still beating so fast that you feared an actual heart attack coming on. The tightening in your chest doubled when you heard a door being opened in the distance and footsteps quickly approaching behind you.
“Wait!!!”
You felt a firm grip on your arm and finally stopped, breathing all kinds of erratic like you just ran a marathon.
“Your grace,” you averted your eyes to the floor and bowed to him.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Chris lowered his face trying to look you in the eye, “What’s up with the formality? Whatever happened to bathroom dude?”
You wanted to say so many things to him. God, you just wanted to be able to bury your nose in the crook of his neck to remember what his scent was like. You wanted to touch his face. You wanted to hug him so tight and never let him go.
You couldn’t.
“What’s wrong?”
He held your chin to force you to face him. Once he managed to lock his gaze with yours, it was plain impossible to look away. You felt your existence melt in those big brown eyes, anchored in your place for good.
“I c– I can’t tell you.”
“Hey.”
“Chris, please,” you whispered, trying so hard to hold back the wall of tears blurring your vision.
“It’s me,” he emphasized like it was a crucial piece of information you had to remember, “Tell me. Please.”
He was begging you with his soul, shattering yours with the desperation in his voice in the meantime. Hell, he was most probably thinking it was you who didn’t want to stay with him. That was not true; how could it ever be true? If you could, you would spend days in his bed, just listening to him tell you stories, talking about books, where the whole drumming thing came from. All with the comfort of knowing you could kiss him anytime you wanted. You could love him anytime he wanted. Just surrender to him completely because he was the safest thing to surrender to. He was your haven that you didn’t know existed.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“I’m…” you tried to stabilize your breathing, “I’m not allowed to see you anymore.”
His face changed drastically at what you just disclosed to him, “Are you now?”
“Please don’t tell anybody I told you this. You’re not supposed to know. Please.”
Chris' expression was really hard to read. It looked like he was extremely relieved like he just learned he didn’t have a terminal disease anymore, but it was also partially cloudy with stains of spite. You had an inkling as to who that was addressed to.
“A lot of people are not allowed to do so many things on these grounds, but that doesn’t mean they don’t do it anyway.”
‘Well, don’t I know it?’ you thought to yourself with an uneasy feeling.
“Look at me,” Chris held your face in that empty corridor, currently painted orange with the sun setting in the distance, “Please don’t avert your eyes from me.”
It hurt so much. Looking into his doe eyes made you wanna uncontrollably sob. You were clenching your teeth so hard to suppress your tears that your jaw began to hurt.
“I miss you so much, baby.”
Why? Why did he have to say that? Why did he have to fucking say that and punctuate it with that goddamn address? You heard the floodgates loudly crack and finally let your tears fall.
When Chris pressed his lips onto yours, you felt your existence resurrect, basking in the solace of his warmth again. As he wiped your tears with his thumbs, you could see his cheeks were flushed, maybe slightly more than yours.
“Do you uh– Do you wanna just… Spend some time with me? Outside? Just… you and me.”
Your heart was squeezed to death at how much excitement and happiness that filled you with, yet you were so dumbfounded at the unexpected question that Chris took your silence in a way that he absolutely shouldn’t have.
“I mean, unless…”
“Oh, no, no, no, no, it’s not that! I’m just–” you corrected his misconstruction in panic and followed it with the disheartening facts, “Not only am I not allowed to see you, but it’s also… I’m not allowed to go outside.”
He was free to get out of the grounds as long as he hid himself since his adult ceremony had passed, but you didn’t have that luxury. Inside personnel stayed inside. Chris looked into your eyes and whispered with a dead serious tone.
“That’s why we’re gonna sneak around like a bunch of criminals,” he broke into a mischievous smile. When you involuntarily snorted, his dimples grew deeper.
“Tonight at midnight. Take the back stairs to the basement of your building. There’s an underground passageway behind the boiler that leads right outside the main exit. I’ll wait for you there.”
“You seem a bit too knowledgable about sneaking around,” you quipped while raising a brow.
“You learn to draw your own Marauder’s Map trying to survive in this prison camp,” he kissed your hands and pointed at you while walking back with a big smile, “At midnight! Don’t be late.”
You threw on the blackest outfits you could possibly find to blend in with the backdrop of the night, grabbed a candlestick and a box of matches from your drawer, and made your way down to the basement. It felt super eerie like you were about to get jumpscared to death considering the time, but when the light at the end of the tunnel was Chris, it was totally worth it.
With the minimal amount of moonlight illuminating the space that reeked of damp, you found several long pieces of timber placed vertically behind the boiler, which blocked a rusty door that looked like it hadn’t been touched in a hot minute. You hid your hand under your sleeve as a precaution and pushed the handle down with all your might until the door creaked open. You were pretty sure none of the fair ladies judging the crap out of you would be able to open this door by themselves, and it made you snort to yourself. Taking out the candle and matches from the front pocket of your sweatshirt, you made a little guiding light for yourself and followed the trail until you found the exit. When you opened that door that would lead you to your borrowed freedom, you blew out the candle and walked towards the familiar black car parked outside with quick steps. The night sky turned blindingly bright when Chris smiled at you.
“So? Where are we going?”
“The weather’s a bit chilly, but I figured we could ride bikes by the sea tonight.”
You couldn’t help the jumpscare that followed you all the way from the basement and flinched in your place.
“How did– how did you–?”
“Remember the night on the rooftop?” Chris briefly turned to you before making a left turn, “You talked about bikes for like ten minutes straight. When people can’t shut up about something, it’s usually a sign they are very normal about it.”
The rooftop. The night of getting to know each other by not getting to know each other. You didn’t even realize how personal you were being while trying to keep your distance from him. Your heart felt so warm that you weren’t able to feel the night chill anymore.
The semi-robotic voice of the navigation informed you that you had reached your destination. Both of you covered in black from head to toe, hidden behind masks and actually looking like a bunch of criminals, you headed towards the stack of bikes and rented two from another impersonal artificial intelligence.
“I’ll race you to the marina,” Chris jumped on his bike and took off at full speed.
“HEY, THAT’S CHEATING!!!”
You and Chris went at it like you were getting ready for the next UCI championships with a lot of yelling and cursing accompanying the fervent turns of the tires. The chilly wind was blowing in your faces so strongly that if it weren’t for the masks you had on, a case of Bell’s palsy would be inevitable.
“Move out of the way! Incoming battle of pride!”
You squeezed the brakes right under the mermaid statue at the square, which was one of the locations you could drop your bikes off.
“HA! SUCK ON THAT!”
“I’d love to, but you’re delusional. I got here first.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”
The Marina Square was always crowded with people no matter the time of day or year. Just people chilling on the benches watching the sea and the gently floating yachts, performers scattered along the walkway every few meters, loud cackles of young voices chatting on their portable chairs on the lawns, street vendors selling food and drinks.
“NO SHIT! IS THAT A SAMULNORI PERFORMANCE?”
Chris grabbed you by the wrist to punctuate the argument over who won the race and dragged you towards the sound of lively percussion rising from afar. Two men and two women were on the floor, banging on their instruments with so much energy that it made the crowd encircling them go feral. Claps and nods to the rhythm of the piece being played, high-pitched whistles and loud cheers fueling the performers, just a bubble of normal people who didn’t know each other having the most abnormally fun time together.
“Look at them go!” Chris yelled out, clearly way too excited by what he was witnessing.
“It’s a normal people thing to vibe with the rhythm, your grace. You wouldn’t understand,” you retorted, “Not everybody sits their ass down and politely claps at a performance, you know?”
“Haha, very funny.”
You watched these four people for quite some time and left a generous tip before leaving for the amount of unsolicited joy they provided you. Then you and Chris began your stroll on the walkway, still way too energized from the performance earlier.
“I remember these!” Chris pointed at a man behind a cotton candy machine, “When I was a kid there was only pink. Look at all those colors they have now.”
“Is it any good?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean… Does it taste good? I’ve never had it before.”
His eyes widened twice their size, and although you weren’t able to see it behind his mask, you just knew his jaw dropped at what you just said.
“Are you fucking serious?!”
“What? They didn’t sell these around my school, and I didn’t leave home much.”
Without even saying anything, Chris ran to the salesman and asked for two cotton candies. Pink. The original was where it was at after all.
“I’m not promising it will be life-changing, but you have to experience this.”
You bit into what looked like edible wool on a stick and immediately burst into laughter. It felt like eating a piece of a laughing cloud. The texture tickled your palate and it was sticking to your teeth if you didn’t let it melt on your tongue first. It was sweet, but not to the point of giving you a headache. It tasted like the first time you kissed Chris.
Life-changing.
After walking around for half an hour or so, you got on your bikes again and made your way back to the car at a humane speed this time, just enjoying the scenery and each other’s company. Despite the glory of the one night you had shared with Chris on his birthday, tonight was still the best night of your life by far.
You just didn’t know how much better it was going to get.
“Man, what a night!” you exclaimed in your seat before getting off the car, “Thank you for breaking me out tonight. I really really appreciate this.”
“Thank you for hanging out with me,” he smiled and killed the engine so that you could go back without any lights around.
You still couldn’t believe that after what seemed like forever you not only got to see Chris, but actually spent time with him as if you had never stopped seeing each other at one point. The outline of his side profile was glowing under the moonlight, depicting the most beautiful linework you had ever seen in your life. The more you were hesitating to leave, the more Chris was anticipating something he knew he shouldn’t have, but he couldn’t help it. Your face was flushed through and through, your throat was drier than crunchy autumn leaves, and your heart was on the verge of combusting again.
When you least expected it, he threw his arm on your shoulder and pulled you in for a kiss. The most comforting yet the most arousing thing in the world. The texture of his lips still felt like ripe peaches, so full and juicy, generating an instant desire to bite into them, but he tasted like cotton candy this time. Or cotton candies had always tasted like his kisses and you just weren’t aware of it.
“You wanna do it again tomorrow?”
Tomorrow. The day after. The day after the day after. Every day. Forever. For as long as you could. Yes. Yes to everything.
From that night on, you kept sneaking out with Chris to do… normal stuff. Stuff that you weren’t even aware was normal. Like eating cotton candy. Watching street performances. Having late-night snacks by the sea and stealing each other’s fries. Holding hands. Heavy makeout sessions in his car until you fogged all his windows.
And with each passing day, you were falling deeper in love with him. You didn’t even know a human heart was capable of harboring this much love for someone. Almost unconditionally. You didn’t love him based on a condition per se—it was more like hope. An undying hope that he would love you back. Respect you just as much. Feel comfortable enough around you to be unapologetically himself. Trust you at least a fraction of the trust you had in him.
It was much different than what you had felt for Hyunjin. There was warmth here. There was affection. You felt safe. Chris didn’t need to obsessively ask you to trust him because you just did.
Then one night he took you out for a drive.
“We’re just gonna cruise. I know a spot. It’s a bit far,” he looked at you while fastening his seatbelt and shot a wink, “but closer than heaven.”
The drive to the hilltop overlooking the city was as serene as ever. He could be driving both of you to hell for all you cared. It was his mere presence next to you that made you infinitely happy. You watched the view for some time, shared the lemon cheesecake you picked up on the way, and just talked. About his fondness for bunny-shaped apples, about how your kid self thought you could swim in the streets when it rained, about his first time seeing a ship, about your fear of thunder and lightning…
“Okay, I have to ask,” you interrupted the conversation, “Did you double your workout regimen or something? I can’t fucking focus because of your veins. Your arms look so damn toned!”
“May have,” he grinned while inhaling another bite, “Why though? Does it look weird?”
“Are you seriously unaware of the niche community of people who have a thing for bulging veins?” you looked at him with suspicious eyes, “On a side note, one papercut, and you’re done for.”
“Are you a member of the said community by any chance?”
“Hell yeah?” you yelled as if that was common knowledge to possess, “It’s actually mindblowing you don’t get inappropriate advances on the daily with a body like that.”
“Like what?”
“You know, Olympian god-tier. Strength for days,” you dipped your fork into the last bite, “You look like somebody sculpted you during the Renaissance in case you didn’t notice.”
When you looked up at him again, you noticed how Chris’ eyes were fixated on the empty container he held in his hands. His ears were beet red, the telltale sign of his usual shyness, but at the same time, he was biting into his cheeks to hide the gigantic smile threatening to spill.
“Oh, you fucking liked that, didn’t you?” you playfully smacked him on the shoulder while laughing hysterically, “So you have a massive praise kink about your body, huh? Very good to know.”
“Didn’t notice we were talking about kinks.”
“Yeah? Wanna kiss about it instead?”
“Yes.”
He said it so abruptly that you forgot the location of your rolodex of witty comebacks.
“I– I was–”
“Shh,” he pressed his fingers on your lips, “Don’t say anything.”
Even during your heaviest of makeout sessions, neither of you had done anything to cross that line to initiate anything. No matter how hot and bothered you would get each other, it seemed like both of you were waiting for the other to jump the gun first. As a precaution. To confirm you weren’t assuming anything. Those were just wet kisses and touches in the shade of dark pink and they were enough. They were enough to last you a lifetime if it ever came to that.
But that particular night, the second your lips touched each other, it immediately escalated to wine red. It was simply the last straw.
“So you just wanna have a strong body for health purposes, huh?” you straddled him, “You're not trying to get me to lose my shit over you or anything.”
“Originally I wasn't, but ever since you clenched hard under me that night, I can't fucking stop thinking about it.”
“As if you don't think tossing me around is hot.”
“I think everything is hot when it comes to you.”
Chris’ moves were much more confident this time around because he had explored parts of you before. He knew you liked it when he got a little rough with you. He knew you had a thing for his tattoo. He knew how much you loved his lips on your body. When he whispered in your ear. When he kissed your neck.
He knew.
The confined space got way too tight for both of you to properly go to town on each other, and since there was nobody else in your building anymore…
“Do you– Do you wanna come over tonight?” you blurted out while panting in between kisses.
“Come over where?”
“My– my room. I'm alone in the building,” you declared with your cheeks flushed, and then a sudden realization hit you, “Oh, sh– I mean… If you want to. You don’t have to. I just thought–”
Chris interrupted your rambling with another kiss and whispered into your lips.
“I’m dying to come over,” he squeezed your hips “Move that pretty ass. We're going back.”
While Chris was speeding back, large hands firmly gripping the steering wheel, you weren’t able to sit still. You didn’t possess the patience of another ten minutes anymore. When your hand reached between his thighs, he clenched them for you with a smirk on his face, eyes still fixated on the road ahead. His bulge growing right before your eyes made you absolutely salivate, and you sneakily unzipped his pants to free him.
Just a small lick on his slit to taste his precum. Just little kisses on the smooth skin of his cock. The anticipation was murdering Chris. He couldn’t control the sharp exhale when you finally took him in the warmth of your mouth.
“Damn, baby, impatient much?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Oh, fuck no.”
He kept driving with his left hand while guiding your head on his cock with his right. The roads were empty. Just the two of you gliding on the restricted streets and your tongue gliding on him, both promising a vista of heaven as the final destination.
“Jesus, you have no idea how fucking good you look between my legs.”
Chris wanted to look at you, keep watching you suck him dry, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the road. All he could do was try his hardest to prevent his eyes from rolling back and clench his thighs due to not being able to move in that cramped space.
“If you keep clenching those thighs, I'll sink my teeth into you. Just saying.”
“You like my thighs?” he let out a content chuckle.
“Fucking love them.”
Just then a different shade of Chris that you hadn’t seen before started to surface. He sneaked his hand into your hair and gently tugged on it.
“Take it all for me, baby. Take all of me.”
Confidence looked so fucking sexy on him that you felt all your pride reserves dissipate and did just that; took all of him in your mouth, and listened to his husky groans, complete music to your ears. In the middle of losing his sanity on your tongue, something you had never heard from him escaped his lips in the form of a whisper.
“Good girl.”
You felt your pussy throb really hard. It wasn’t what he said. It was who said it and how he said it. You wondered just how delicious it would be if Chris were to dom the shit out of you. Your enthusiasm got so out of hand that you found yourself choking on him.
“Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Fuck, FUCK!!!!!”
Chris slammed on the gas pedal while spilling in your mouth, still trying so hard to keep his eyes open even though the road was as straight as an arrow and there was not a soul around. You zipped him back up and placed a kiss on his right cheek.
“That was… Damn, baby.”
This was the singular time you couldn’t wait to leave that car.
“Second floor,” you informed him while getting off, “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
You ran back to your room, and it was maybe only two minutes later Chris appeared at your door. He was slightly panting like he'd been running.
“God, I missed you so fucking much.”
“We were just together.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Sue me.”
He attacked your lips and slid the door close behind him. You started stripping each other hurriedly since there was literally no time to waste. Every second counted. Every second you could love each other counted.
When you rid him of his shirt, your jaw dropped seeing his torso in its full glory again. As if you were seeing it for the first time. As if you didn’t already have it memorized behind your eyelids.
“Full disrespect, but fuck you. I can literally cum just by staring at you long enough.”
“I’d love to watch that.”
“When I can lick your pecs instead? Fuck no,” you threw one arm over his neck and dragged the other down his figure, “I love touching you. Love how you feel this firm.”
“You do, huh?”
You bit on the sensitive flesh of his lips, loving the way he was feeling himself. Making him feel sexy was definitely a whole turn on in itself.
“You don’t wanna know what those veins do to me.”
“Maybe I do,” he held your chin, “Tell me, baby. Tell me what it does to you.”
“Makes me wanna punch a fucking wall when I can’t trace my tongue on them whenever I want.”
“What’s stopping you?” he grabbed you by your waist, “Trace it now. Do it.”
You basically tackled him into your bed, and Chris erupted into a peal of bright laughter. You loved the sound of his laughter. It always made you feel all fuzzy inside.
When you started dragging your tongue on his magnificent ink-adorned arm, however…
“Jesus fucking christ… You’re gonna kill me.”
From his arms, to his chest, you drew a wet trail all the way down to his shaft. That was where a lot of his veins were actively pumping blood, after all.
Then you started tracing him in earnest.
“Ah, FUCK, that feels so damn good…”
Chris was an incredibly sexy man as he was, but there was just something about arousing him, pleasing him, and knowing that you were the reason he was perishing that made him infinitely sexier.
“God, the things I wanna do to you...”
“What kind of things, baby?”
“Unspeakable things,” you licked a stripe from his shaft to his tip, “I wanna make all your fantasies come true.”
He grabbed your shoulders to signal you to come closer to him and buried his lips into yours again. If he let you, you could kiss him for an eternity.
“Then sit on my face.”
“You know what that is?” you faked a mild shock.
“Just because I haven’t fucked anybody before doesn’t mean I’m clueless.”
“Oh, right. The porn stash.”
He landed a playful smack on your ass and guided you to sit up, “Spread your legs for me. I wanna watch you ride my tongue.”
God, you had missed this so much. You had missed his gaze turning into the darkest shade of black when he knew he was pleasing you right. As you kept grinding on his tongue, taking in the intense sensation he was providing you, he closed his mouth on your pussy and you heard the wet sounds of him jerking himself off behind you.
“Little more. Just a little more, please, I'm almost there. Fuck!”
When he started lapping at your clit, you exploded on his tongue. He looked so fucking mesmerizing between your legs that you weren’t able to control how loudly you were moaning. Your voice spelled his own demise, and you felt strings of something warm sticking to your back, dripping down slowly towards your perfect ass.
“Fucking hell, you get me so fucking weak when you moan like that.”
“Yeah?”
“You don’t even need to touch me. I’ll cum so hard if you keep moaning in my ear,” he kissed your thighs, “Lie facedown for me, baby.”
You collapsed on your bed and rested your head on your arms. You felt Chris smearing his cum on your back like some massage oil, and he kept rubbing you all over to soothe you. To soothe you, but also to sneakily sign his name on your body. That disguised claim. His strong arms. His large veiny hands. His firm grip.
It awakened something inside you.
“Be rougher with me.”
You heard the little exhale that came from his nose, indicative of how pleased he was at your request, but he still wasn’t doing anything.
The magic word.
“Baby, please.”
Or in your case, two of them. He lowered himself to your left ear and whispered.
“That word suits your lips so fucking much, you have no idea,” Chris quietly hissed and kissed your ear, “She wants it a little rough? Of course I'll give it to her rough. Anything my girl wants.”
His girl.
His.
His.
His.
“Is it– is it okay if I call you my–?”
“You can call me your anything,” you interrupted him with your eyes still closed. Chris watched your beautiful smile fondly for a couple of seconds and then abruptly shapeshifted his personality.
“Then here's what's going to happen,” he turned you around to lie on your back, “You're gonna be a good girl for me and I’m gonna make you so feel so good. Otherwise, no more cumming for you tonight. Got it?”
You nodded as he descended between your legs.
“Good girl.”
You clenched.
“You're mine,” he kissed your pussy tenderly, “All of you.”
You clenched harder.
“Oh, she likes that. She fucking likes that,” Chris broke into a satisfied smile, “It excites you, doesn't it? You're really turned on right now.”
“What was your first clue?” you asked sarcastically, but he had an actual answer for you.
“Your scent changed again.”
“Again? I– I have a scent?”
“Mhm. It becomes sweeter when you're aroused.”
Who knew? Maybe our scents were only perceptible by other people because you knew for a fact that he smelled like sandalwood. And that it grew stronger when he was aroused.
Chris spread your legs wider and groaned at the sight again.
“My jaw will never not drop for this. Look at you,” he brushed his thumb against your folds, “So pretty. So juicy. All mine.”
He began his sweet torture by only kissing your lips softly. You were soaked already, and you desperately needed those perfect lips on your clit. The constant denial caused you to inadvertently roll your hips towards him for some more friction.
“Someone's excited, huh? I get you that horny?”
“Have you fucking seen yourself?”
“I have. What about it?”
It got from fishing for compliments to straight out asking for them. Your lips parted at the unexpected question, and you were lost for words for a second there.
“What is it you like seeing baby? Tell me,” Chris continued kissing you.
You had done much more obscene things to each other before, but why did this feel embarrassing to say out loud? Was it the vulnerability of your position? The ropes that you readily handed to him? You felt so defenseless all of a sudden.
“You're– You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“Mhm?”
“You make me wanna fuck you senseless.”
“Mhm?” Chris sucked on the supple skin of your thighs, “Did you wanna jump me in the dojo at all?”
“Jump you?” you asked in bewilderment, “I wanted everyone to watch you drill me into a wall, for fuck’s sake.”
“So you wanna get fucked into oblivion by your man. Is that what it is?” he licked a stripe from your thigh to the edge of your labia, “My girl wants her man to make her toes curl.”
Your pussy visibly throbbed at how he described himself for you, and it felt even more embarrassing. What the hell was getting into him, indeed?
“You like that name, don’t you?” Chris flashed an unnecessarily content smirk.
He flustered you to a point that you were actively getting flushed in the face by then. You wanted to respond. You wanted to say something, but it felt like if you did—
“Say it, baby,” he carried on with his kisses with his eyes closed, “Say it for me.”
Even with all the courage you were able to muster, your voice came out as a barely audible whisper.
“Yes.”
But it was more than enough for a certain someone. He could swear he never felt happier in his entire life.
“I'll get you dripping wet for me first,” he slowly parted your labia to expose your clit, “Then I'm gonna hit it so good you're gonna fucking claw your bedsheets.”
You felt the ghost of a lick on your clit from the tip of his tongue, but you were feeling so on the edge already that you almost fucking came from that.
“Is that how you like it? Or do you like it better when it’s more intense?”
Then he latched his perfectly plush lips to your clit and started sucking on it again. When your moans started ripping from your throat, he moaned with you like he was the one getting his dick sucked.
“My girl likes it intense,” he slurped on your clit, “She likes getting her pussy licked, but she loves it when I get her cunt sloppy, doesn't she?”
Why the fuck? If the roles were reversed, you would have no problem hitting him with the most obscene shit he could possibly hear in his lifetime. Yet there you were, blushing and quivering like an untouched Victorian maiden at his mere words.
“God the sounds it would make if I start fucking this pretty hole right now… Look at how fucking wet you are,” Chris loudly hissed at you. You were clawing your bedsheets indeed, but it was because of the fucking foreplay. There was no way in hell you would be able to handle the teasing any longer.
“Fuck me.”
“Hm?”
“Fuck me! I need you.”
“But we're just getting started, baby. I wanna know every single way I can make you cum.”
Chris placed your legs around his neck and positioned himself in a way that seemed very dangerous for your sanity.
“And I wanna make you cum so fucking hard. Every – damn – time.”
When he started eating you out sloppily in earnest, it snapped something inside you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to suppress your moans even if you wanted to. They came so deep from your diaphragm, and the louder you were, the more his enthusiasm was escalating.
“GodDAMMIT, Chris, when the fuck did you learn to eat pussy this well?”
“Hm? You like it when I'm a good boy for you?”
Oh, he was doing it on purpose now, you were sure. He was watching your every move, observing your every reaction very closely, and reading you like a book to find the most minuscule details to end your goddamn life.
“I'm gonna cum on your face if you keep talking to me like that.”
Oh, how pretty you were crumbling under him because of the brazen things he blurted out like they were love poems. Chris had never been this entertained in his life before.
“Why don't you? Bonus points if you squirt on my face, but fair warning, if you do that I’ll cum.”
“Why are you– why– FUCK!”
“I’m just following my instincts like you told me to, baby. I don’t need to learn how to taste you,” he suddenly stopped his ministrations, “But I’m learning how to please you. Now let me see how you like it when I don't behave.”
He climbed on top of you and pinned both your wrists over your head with one hand. You fucking loved how he played with you however the fuck he pleased.
That confidence. His dominant aura. His possessiveness over you in the sheets. The infinite teasing.
You were about to lose your fucking mind.
“Fuck me.”
“Can’t hear you.”
“Fuck me, Chris.”
“So you want me.”
“I don’t want you. I’m fucking craving you. Fuck me!”
He finally deemed the teasing enough and threw your legs on his shoulders in one go.
“Let's cruise again, baby. No one's sleeping tonight.”
You didn’t lie when he asked you if you ever wanted to jump him in the dojo. You did. You indeed fantasized about getting drilled by him. And there he was, this impossibly ravishing man giving you exactly what you fucked yourself to many many times than you cared to admit, stretching you open with precise thrusts, getting even harder inside your tightness.
“You like it better, don’t you? You like it when I go hard.”
“Yes.”
“Louder, baby. Louder for me.”
“YES!”
Chris lowered his body and whispered before drowning you in kisses again.
“Good girl.”
You clenched again. He fucking loved that it seemed to have this much of an effect on you.
“Turn around for me,” he pulled out of you, “On fours. Spread for me a little more.”
You lied facedown and arched your ass for him, anticipating every single thing he was about to do to you.
“Just like that. That’s my girl,” he kissed your waist, “I can play with you better now.”
Chris slid his hand under you to reach your pussy, and started fucking into you while massaging your clit. You threw your hand back to grab his nape and pull him closer to you. You felt the need to touch him at all times.
“Chris…”
“Feel it, baby. Feel what I’m feeling.”
You were fucking. Not even that, you were fucking animalistically raw but you still felt your heart growing bigger. You just wanted to hug Chris and drown him in kisses and caress his unruly hair and…
“Do you? Do you feel it?”
You looked up to kiss him in response. He turned you around again so that you would face each other.
“Wrap your legs around me when I’m buried inside you.”
You were turned on out of your mind over how vocal he was by then. Chris devoured your neck as he kept fucking you.
“You're mine,” you sank your nails into his back and started scratching him, “Deeper. Go deeper. Claim me.”
“I'm gonna drill you into this mattress if you keep talking to me like that.”
“Do it. What’s stopping you?” you returned his earlier serve, “Bonus points if you can shoot your load right on my g-spot, but if you do that I’ll cum.”
You laughed at each other in the middle of going insane together. He took your lips between his again and kissed you for a long long time.
“You’re a dream,” Chris kept talking against your neck, “You’re a dream come true. You're my dream.”
Every kiss. Every touch. Every thrust. It brought you closer to him. You felt eternally chained to his soul; there was simply no other explanation for that. You were so overwhelmed with emotion that it made you wanna cry.
“Kiss me,” you cupped his face, “Kiss me again. Kiss me all the time.”
Inhumanely passionate. You weren’t kissing; you were exchanging breaths at that point. Chris brushed his thumb on your cheek.
“Tell me you love me again.”
Don’t say that. Don’t say things you don’t mean…
“For… For tonight?”
“No.”
If I say it, I will never be able to take it back. Please…
“If you… If you do… Pleas–”
“I love you.”
All this time, you were looking for an excuse to say it again. The expression on his pretty face was priceless, pure bliss mixed with excitement and eyes getting moist for some reason.
“I love you, baby,” Chris kissed your forehead, “I love you so much.”
“I love you more.”
“I love you most.”
Kisses. On your temples. Your cheeks. Your lips. Your neck. His hand slithered between your legs to massage your clit again, and he whispered into your ear with so much intention.
“Let me be your man,” he uttered in between his panting, “I’ll be your man. There’s nothing I want more.”
If happiness could kill, this was it. If you didn’t die that night, you were going to declare your immortality to the whole wide world.
“God, I love you so fucking much,” you inhaled his lips and your moans became more high-pitched, “I can’t stop loving you.”
“Ah, I’m so in love with you. Fuck!!!”
You arched towards him as Chris unloaded his seed inside you with erratic thrusts, moaning into each other’s mouths as you took off soaring together. This was undoubtedly the best fucking feeling in the world, and nothing, absolutely nothing could compare to becoming one with the one person that owned your heart. That orgasm lasted a while; you never wanted to come down—just live in this cloud of bliss with him, away from the ugliness of life, having the only thing you ever needed with you.
Him.
“Will you let me wake up with you in the morning this time?”
Fuck everything that was good and pure if you made the same mistake twice. You hugged Chris tight and buried your face in his chest, trying to control the sobs accumulating in your throat.
“Don’t– Don’t go.”
He couldn’t bear it. Even if it was due to being moved, he couldn’t bear the thought of you crying, and tried his hand at cheesiness to make you laugh instead.
“Hey,” he held your face and made you face him, “The only time I’ll go is for another round.”
There were indeed tears in your eyes, but you cracked up nevertheless.
In the darkness of the night, and your attention being only on each other, neither of you noticed the shadow that passed by under the sliding door. There was only one other person who frequented this building, and apparently, he was there to listen to the acts of catharsis rather than partaking in it because he didn’t have a space to practice that anymore. He listened instead. And listened. And listened.
The entire time.
You were woken up from possibly the most peaceful sleep of your entire life with a ticklish feeling on your bare back.
“Chris? Is that–?”
“Shh,” he kissed your back again, “go back to sleep.”
Who were you to say no to wake-up calls if they were going to be like this all the time? Chris kept placing kisses all over you. Your neck. Your shoulder blades. Your back. His right arm hugging your body from under you kept fondling your breasts while the other caressed every other inch of your body.
“Let me love you. Let me make you feel good.”
You were getting wet solely to his hums on your skin. His left hand found its way to your clit and started massaging it gently. You were feeling Chris get hard against your hips because of your sleepy moans, but when you bucked your hips back towards him, he got even harder.
You turned your back and palmed his rock-hard length without saying anything. You brought your body closer to him and rubbed him against your clit. He was leaking. You were salivating. You started stroking him while he coated his fingers to rub you.
Both of you were still half-asleep, but refusing to stop touching each other and going back to sleep. This felt way too good. Even the simplest touches. Real eyes closed, but fake eyes open. Never once blinking. Just staring right into each other’s souls like you were facing death head-on.
No talking. Quiet moans instead. Gently sucking. Kissing. Touching. Licking. Heavy breathing.
“Almost… just…”
Your chest began heaving faster. It felt so good. He felt so good. Too good to let go.
“Breathe, baby. Are you cumming?”
“Yes.”
“Cum for me.”
“Yes.”
“Cum for me all the time.”
“I love you!”
You fell down from that cliff, but you weren’t scared because Chris fell with you. You fell into a bottomless sea in slow motion in each other’s arms. You fell in love.
You were fully awake by your first refractory period. Your heavy makeout sessions took place in the comfort of your own bed this time instead of Chris’ car, accompanied by whispers of little confessions to each other. How you loved his scent. How he loved your taste. How you loved each other so.
You wrapped your leg around his waist to let him inside you. His lips never left yours as he lazily fucked into you, bringing you back to the realm of euphoric haze again. So sweet. So loving. Yet still so fucking sexy. Chris was even more magnificent under the natural daylight. You could see all his details perfectly. His skin. His messy hair. His deep doe eyes. His beautiful lips. The beads of sweat adorning his forehead.
How imperfect he was was the perfection itself.
“Don’t stop.”
This felt different. This felt much different than what you thought was love before. If that was love, then what was this? If this was love, then what was that?
Then again, who said love had to have a uniform manifestation? That you needed to feel the exact same things, give the exact same reactions to everyone ever? Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose? Wasn’t loving different people supposed to feel different? Peaches and strawberries were both fruit, weren’t they? Then how come they didn’t taste the same?
“Baby, I’m cu– Fuck!”
It didn’t matter how you felt once upon a time. To hell with it.
This was just what being in love with Chris felt like.
That day, your training with the queen involved formal interpersonal etiquette. How to greet someone at a reception. How to pay and accept a compliment. How to extend gratitude. You were so used to it at this point that you didn’t even question why she was teaching you these things.
“I am indeed very fascinated by you, child. Once you see it, you never forget it, do you?” she commended your performance of the day and proceeded to pour the customary post-training tea, “There is something I need to discuss with you today.”
Now that wasn’t customary at all. During these ‘tea sessions’, the queen would usually ask you to tell her stories from your upbringing, a great deal of which obviously included your father. She would just listen to you with a fond smile and then send you away to your guest chambers on her floor. It made you feel like you were a walking storybook for her, but you just assumed maybe she was genuinely curious about what a normal person’s life was like.
“Yes, your highness?”
“It has come to my attention that you and my son have been… how to put this delicately… physically intimate more than once.”
She cut to the chase so bluntly that you almost choked on the tea. Before you could even say anything, she wore somewhat of a mischievous smile on her face that was so unlike her usual graceful demeanor.
“Somebody has a problem abiding by the rules, I see. You do realize I’m no fool, don’t you?”
“Your highness, I would nev–”
“You may apologize if you wish.”
You immediately got up from your chair and dropped to a fervent bow on the floor.
“Not like that,” Hyejin kneeled right next to you and carried on with her instructions, “Don't drop your head. Fingertips together. Elbows in. No weight on the hands.”
You followed everything she said to a T, instantly transforming into the posture of a delicate princess.
“That’s more like it,” she sounded pleased, “Since it has already happened before, I do not see any harm in having you escort him again.”
WHAT?
You genuinely thought she was going to feed you to the tigers or something, but her voice didn’t sound even slightly intimidating.
“The decorum is a little different this time since the reception will be held on the grounds. My aide Mina will be escorting you to get your measurements for your formal attire. Be at the hall tomorrow evening at 8 PM sharp.”
“Yes, your highness.”
You were going to escort Chris again. In public this time. On the grounds. The queen seemed to be fond of you, so maybe, just maybe, this could be your way to get her blessing. A key to the lock that was going to open the door standing between you and happiness.
You clad yourself in your ruby red cheongsam with a golden phoenix print on it, custom-made for you on short notice by the queen’s personal dressmaker, and attached the ruby comb to your hair given to you as an accessory for your attire. When you entered the hall, you noticed that the doors to the grand reception hall were open, and there stood your prince in his very own formal attire. A black robe with golden details over a red layer inside, a wide silk red belt hugging his waist with a traditional charm dangling from it, and black pants tucked into knee-high leather boots, Butterflies rioted in your stomach when you saw him. It felt like a Cinderella story and he was your very own prince charming.
“Your excellency,” you sneaked up behind him, “Miss me?”
“I never not miss you,” Chris smiled in sheer surprise, “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve been tasked with escorting you tonight. What’s the occasion?”
His smile faded so quickly that you thought he was getting sick for a second.
“Is everything okay?”
“Escort duties are not for the guests,” he uttered emphatically, “Today is Hyunjin’s adult ce–”
“Good evening, princess.”
Your heart dropped to your stomach. The voice that once brushed your ears like velvet was the utter reason to have a panic attack now. When Chris and Hyunjin shared a look, a bolt of lightning struck between them so loudly that tornadoes started landing in the room.
“But… but her highness said…”
“I told you I don’t share, didn’t I brother?” Hyunjin didn’t take his eyes off Chris, “I told you to find your own.”
Chris’ anger levels at Hyunjin’s insinuations manifested itself in how hard he was clenching his jaw and fists, knuckles instantaneously turning white.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means the princess and I happen to have exchanged bodily fluids, brother,” Hyunjin declared with exorbitant amounts of contentment in his voice, “Repeatedly.”
You were nothing but mortified. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole if you weren’t going to wake up from this dream somehow. This was neither the time nor the place to disclose such information, not to mention these were definitely not the words to be chosen to talk about it. You felt sick to your stomach.
“Come on, princess. You can say how hard we made each other cum.”
“This is outrageous,” Chris left the hall to remove himself from the situation because otherwise, he was most definitely going to do something utterly scandalous.
“WAIT!”
Hyunjin grabbed you by your wrist just as you were about to bolt after Chris.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
You flung his hand off of you and pointed at him threateningly.
“If you don’t want me to bury you into this ground in front of everybody, do not touch me,” you spat in pure disgust, “I'm not your kitten.”
When you saw the main door being opened in the distance and Chris walking out to the courtyard, you dashed after him as quickly as you could with those damn heels you had on and caught him right by the pond.
“Chris, listen to me.”
“So you were just out collecting royalty cards, huh?”
“I swear I didn’t know!”
“You didn’t know what exactly?”
That this was going to bite me in the ass one day. That I was going to fall desperately in love with you.
“I thought I was supposed to keep you company tonight. You have to believe me!”
Then it hit you. Her excellency did not actually tell you which son she was referring to, did she? But wouldn’t that mean a whole other set of problems in itself?
“Did you…” Chris was struggling to actually say the sentence out loud, “Did you and Hyunjin really…”
You didn’t know how to respond to him. You didn’t want to lie, but in the grand scheme of things, it really didn’t mean anything. What you felt towards Hyunjin once upon a time was nothing compared to how you would burn yourself alive for Chris if he asked you to. There were no feelings there. You didn’t even have a proper conversation with him. Not once. Yet, it wasn’t any feeling of shame that was making you uncomfortable. It was the sheer dread of hurting Chris that was tearing you apart at that moment.
“Your silence tells me more than I should know,” he flashed a derisive smile.
“That was… That was before you.”
“So you’re not denying it.”
You were properly frustrated to the high heavens at that point. Did he really not see that you weren’t living outside? That you had to abide by whatever manuscript of laws put in front of you? That you actually had to sneak out to spend a shred of time with him? Was he not aware of what you were putting at stake for him?
“How do you expect to have something like we’re a bunch of ordinary people when I’m actually fucking forbidden from seeing you?!”
“Oh, but you could have something with him instead because you were allowed to see him as his instructor. Is that how you graded him?”
If Chris was holding his sword and slashed you in half right then and there, it would have still hurt less. Your eyes welled up with the angriest tears ever.
“That was really low, Chris.”
When your voice trembled like that, Chris realized the massive fuckup, but there were some things you just did not say even during a fight, no matter how serious the topic of conversation was.
“I– I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just… I’m really distraught because I thought...”
“What? That you owned me?” you raised your voice, not giving a single fuck about who was around to hear you, “That paper I signed the day I moved in here didn’t make me anyone’s exclusive property, your goddamn highness.”
“Baby, please…”
“Let go of me!”
There was a difference between learning and discovery. One required conscious effort while the other was almost accidental. Or serendipitous based on how you looked at it.
You were a freak of nature. A prodigy of sorts. You could learn anything and everything you wanted at lightspeed, but could you unlearn them just as fast?
When you discover what love is rather than learning it, turns out you can’t.
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