what she doesn’t, you do
l/woori
NC-17 2515w
“I kiss him like his girlfriend doesn’t, so he can’t forget me.” ©
the bass pounded against the walls. the deafening sounds a blur inside his ears, music went through one ear, moans were echoing off the other, once inside his mind- the two intertwined, maximizing the sound before spreading outwards to simmer into a soft whisper. his mouth was busy with another one, a girl’s in fact that was basically straddling him silly, bodies pressed harshly against each other. his was on the chair, leaned backwards, the girl was on top of him, mouth slipping past his before returning, muffling his name lightly against his tongue, the two battling secretly while hands fisted at smooth clothing, shiny and rough, of course they were their stage outfits.
her dancer’s hips grinded down into his, enough for him to pull away from her, head thrown back to let out a howl, deep and animalistic. the raven-haired female glanced back up, eyes dark with lust, lips twitching into a smirk although his expression was beyond frustrated and dying of need, “fuck…woori.”
the said girl shrugged her shoulders, arms criss-crossing over her front to grab at the hem of her top, slipping it off, arms removing the fabric before tossing it to the floor. it was new year’s, about ten minutes after they had (with the rest of the kpop artists, of course) counted down to the new year. how they ended up in the back, past all the dressing rooms and into one of the abandoned waiting rooms, sans the coordinators and the others artists, it was pretty much a blur to the two. they were drunk, wasted from the adrenaline, hung-over from the need and desperate for the passion that they honestly sought out in each other, oddly enough since he did have a girlfriend.
the hands of his were quick to explore the new found skin, leaving the safe-hold that was her waist, he moved them up, skimming them lightly against her spine. Fingers sweeping up and down the knobs of the bone until he stopped at her neck, pulling her back down to crash his lips back to hers, muffling the squeal that had came from her, surprised at his movements.
a chuckle resounded when she placed her hands onto his shoulders, forcibly removing her lips from his, hesitant at first but she needed to regain control of herself. the situation, she had to think, she had to stop herself. she had to be the adu-
“myungsoo!” she gasped, she hadn’t realized she was dazing out, allowing the younger boy to sneak his lips down her face, brushing teeth and tongue upon every available and revealing flesh that was in his reach. his mouth was suckling on her breast, which she now noticed was revealed, her bra discarded in between the the two bodies. her eyes saw the amusement in his, pleasure swimming around in the depths of the deep, brown orbs. her teeth bit at her bottom lip unsurely, questioning herself one more time.
myungsoo could see the gears in her mind working, it was obvious she was reluctant to continue. why she was still doubting this made him force a pout onto his face, body leaning up from its slouched position against the chair. hands took her face, fingers brushing at the smooth skin of her cheeks, making her look at him. “stop thinking…” he murmured into her lips, taking them, letting his mold into hers, finding the pieces fitting perfectly in between each others.
and no matter how much woori didn’t want to think, she did but at the kiss everything stopped, all thoughts halted, falling down the depths of black that was the exit. her long arms wrapped around his neck, tugging him closer, skin meeting the fabric of his suit jacket to which she pushed off quickly, revealing the shirt he wore underneath. with a groan into his mouth, she couldn’t help but comment on the wardrobe. “so many layers..” she began pecking his lips, once, twice, thrice while her fingers worked on unbuttoning each white button, pushing the fabric from his shoulders at last so that her skin could meet his.
“well..not everyone can go revealing their naval during a performance..” he said curtly, jealousy running through the tone. dark eyes seeking hers, the emotion taking hold of them was one woori never saw before and she didn’t know what to make of it. so instead of taking it into consideration, she did what he told her to do, to stop questioning it and do.
that’s exactly what she did, helping him to his climax and hers not once but twice that night and a quick third when they were suppose to be leaving.
they were desperate, that much they knew but the two hadn’t a clue when would be the next time they would get such a perfect time like this so they were taking it for everything it was worth.
myungsoo kissed her goodnight, hidden in the depths of a black car, unable to leave and properly send her home, which usually was when a boy would walk the girl all the way up to her doorstep but no- they couldn’t risk such a thing. not now at least.
her fingers caressed his cheek, whimpering lightly into the kiss then just as quickly pulling away. her eyes shaded with remorse to leave such a night, she didn’t want it to end- not when she’d have to live through more nights until a opportunity like this sprang up again.
reluctantly she left the car, keys to the apartment she and the rest of the rainbow girls shared held tight in her grip, the other hand sending a light push to close the door behind her. the sound of the car’s idle engine eased her, but she didn’t look back- fearful that if she did, she wouldn’t be able to return home for the night.
that night they were left with questions, answers hidden in the depths of a twisted truth that neither were ready to reveal to the world. at least, not yet.
“another night, another kiss.” her murmur was left unanswered in the air of the rainbow dorm. the others were either in their own rooms or sitting behind her on the couch, eyes glued to the tv. one of the rare days that they weren’t in japan or promoting or worst, practicing. laying on her stomach across the floor, a magazine laid out in front of her, woori sighed, catching sight of a picture. her fingers traced over the laminated paper, touching once over the creamy expanse of pale beige with a scowl playing lightly on her face.
what was this burning feeling inside. woori had a clear clue just what it was but she didn’t want to admit it. no, she was not, no- she was not jealous. nor envious of the girl that had her arm wrapped around him, or of the way she was looking at him. she did feel a bit of satisfaction at the fact that he wasn’t looking at ailee at all, instead he was looking a the camera, a smug look on his face. though woori did want to wipe that smirk off that handsome face of his, smack it off with the back of her hand before she kissed him full on the lips but no- she couldn’t do that. not when this was finally being noticed once more.
why he was letting this charade go on was irking her. he told her that he wanted to be with her, not ailee so why was…head shaking, she pursed her lips out of dull disgust. woori couldn’t do much but sigh after that, it was the only resort and it was all she could do. she couldn’t convince him not to do so, she was nothing more to him but a buddy. and she was not going to put sex in front of that word, she was a buddy. not some sex toy. that she made clear, but she wasn’t sure if myungsoo knew that.
“what did you say, woori?” looking up, she saw jaekyung looking down at her from her position on the couch. remote balancing lopsidedly on her knee, the television had been placed on mute. how woori was not able to notice this was a lost case to her. blinking in a bemused fashion, woori sat up, slyly closing the magazine and pushing it behind her while she turned to face the younger girl.
woori tried at first to say, “i don’t recall saying anything..” but all that was returned was jaekyung’s blank look, dark eyes staring at her to fess up the truth, body not moving until the truth was revealed.
then realization sparked across the younger’s face. “you didn’t. woori- no.” the other’s voice was stern and shocked, when woori had last told her of the things that transpired between woori and myungsoo, the elder had specifically said that was the last time, after countless other times, but jaekyung didn’t need to know that.
at jaekyung’s words, woori hung her head, not knowing what to say. a tap was felt causing the brunette beauty to raise her eyes, meeting the younger’s. “this has to stop.”
“but it can’t, i won’t allow it to.”
jaekyung’s features scrunched up, worry etched deeply into her expression, “do you l-“
the other’s face hardened, knowing the words that were to spill from her lips. a hand flew up to cover the leader’s mouth, “don’t say it, it’s not that.”
scowling, jaekyung removed woori’s hand from her face. striken with frustration that the other couldn’t accept the fact that it was that, what else could it be. woori was in denial. “then what else could it be, why can’t you just leave it with the way things are. doing this behind everyone’s backs isn’t going to make it good. it’s bad, unnie.”
the rapper’s fingers traced incoherent shapes on her thighs, watching the drawings disappear into her beige flesh. “i can’t,” she sounded defeated, fighting an inner turmoil that was this forbidden flame. her mind was trying so hard to put it out but her heart only added to the fuel that had the fire blazing. “i’m happy, i don’t want to have that taken away. it’s selfish, yes but. .”
“but she’s not real.” woori reasoned, not letting this go nor him. no matter what jaekyung said, she wouldn’t let him go.
auburn eyes rolled, an annoyed groan rolled off a clicking tongue. “you’re just a toy to him. l is playing you,”
a laugh resounded from woori, a shake in her head showed that she didn’t believe that she was a toy. something to just play with. at least that wasn’t how myungsoo treated her. jaekyung wouldn’t understand, she knew that, the other never saw myungsoo and woori together. never would feel just how woori would feel when she was held by the male. it was something too precious to lose.
“he’ll forget you, once he gets more serious with ailee. you’ll be just a figment of the past.” jaekyung tried just one last time. her persistency decreasing as she realized just how stubborn woori was going to become.
though the words struck a nerve in the older girl, she kept the wistful smile on her face. eyes meeting jaekyung’s once more, “i kiss him like his girlfriend doesn’t, so he can’t forget me. he won’t.” he can’t. she reassured the disgruntled female. though- was she trying to comfort the other or herself?
they were at it again. quick and slow, gentle but rough, everything all coming at once.
senses blurred, the right path diverted right when the first moan left passioned lips, nails scraping harshly at the flesh of myungsoo’s back. woori could feel the headboard’s surface run against the crown of her head as she tossed it back, legs spreading as the male before her laid on top of her, hands exploring on a whim, taking advantage of the naked skin laid out to touch. the hand that was scarring his back, clutched tightly at the shoulder, angry red crescents left in the wake when the small hand lifted to hold onto his neck, pulling his head closer to hers. lips brushing a teasing trail from his jaw and just at the side of his lips though not entirely planting hers upon his.
this fact was driving him insane, the entire time she’d been with him, she hadn’t been completely full on with the kissing. one of the very things he liked when he got together with her.
her lips were intoxicating, addicting and tantalizing when they touched. they drew him in further, more deeper into her than he knew they should. for everytime he kissed her, he could feel his urges lose themselves in a fight of mind and heart, body and responsibility.
just the way she kissed him, why- he knew no one else would be able to compare. no one could do such a thing like she could.
so when her lips moved away, wrenching open to allow the steady string of moans to echo loudly in the air of the room, he dove right in. not wasting time in crushing his lips sloppily to her, the hand around her waist he was using to help guide her into him reached up, angling her head to deepen the passionate locking of their lips.
a groan echoed and was eaten away when he sudden thrust a bit too deep eliciting a squeal from the older girl. taking the advantage was easy, his tongue delved itself into her hot cavern. running comfortably over the roof of her mouth, tasting her, memorizing every contour of her mouth, teeth clashed in a haste of heated emotion. tongues soon meeting in a long-lost battle of pure dominance, who was it to win- well, finding out was the best part.
it all came at once, like the beginning. the surge of emotions came at a high before toppling over like dominoes. the climaxes taking them both by shock at the power it had over them, paralyzing them for that split second before they sped up, milking their orgasms for everything they were worth. the euphoria that embedded within their blood hyped their longing, the kisses that she was allowing herself to give him were longer, slower more memorable and meaningful than the last.
each was spent silently giving out a piece of her heart to him, though he didn’t know and neither did she but as they departed that night.
she left without a heart.
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