Some other day maybe || lcr & kms
desesperancl:
His mouth. That was it. Why she would lose everytime against him. His mouth, his words, his teeth, his tongues, his kisses. His mouth seemed to have new weapons everytime it touched her skin. Tiny nuclear bomb creating earthquakes on her epiderm, making volcanoes erupting under her skin, tsunamis in the center of her body. He was a natural disaster and she wanted to be destroyed again.
Her plan, honestly, wasn’t so much to get her coffee. She wanted for once to win. She wanted him to beg for her. She wanted him to want her as badly as she wanted him, more than his pride or stubborness. But she always failed. Because she was greedy in sex. Because he gave and she took. That was their relationship. Him, generous under his cold mask and her slaughtering under her pain.
Nevertheless, it was necessary for her to notice his playful mind. Myungsoo could make the lightest moment suddenly full of heavy hesitation and doubts. And on rare occasion, he kept moments easy to leave. Having her rear slapped startled her more for the playfulness of the gesture than the actual slap. His smile was, at this moment everything she needed. If the bite had made her crave for his hands on her skin, his flaming pride, along with irritating her, urged her to take his erection on her hands and watch him undo before her eyes. « Alright, then. » She repeated to herself.
She joined him in the kitchen and easily stole the cup of coffee from his hands. She sat on the counter and sipped from it, lookingat him above the rim fo the item. She could nearly see his mind functioning, trying to guess what she was about to do. She winced. « Wow, you made it… Strong. » She noticed, tilting her head. She settled the cup back into his hands and watched him, sliently. She felt like a wild animal, seizing the other before attacking. She was hungry.
She slided down the counter, the sheet around her uknotted but she didn’t care. Even if he hadn’t taken pictures of her body, she knew his mind would have memorized it perfectly. She leaned against his body. Her mouth reached his collarbone and she kissed it. A hand pushing his head towards hers she kissed his chin, but never his lips. Her other hand slipped easily to the sheet and lifted it up. She shaved him gently against the wall behind him and kneeled down. She disappeared under the sheet and faced his shaft. She chuckled lightly, feeling comfortable away from his eyes, protected by the simple white material.
She settled one of her hands onto his thigh hile the other drew random lines on the inner thigh. « Keep that cup ready, Myungsoo. I’ll take it afterwards. » She spoke loudly enough to be heard but before to let him a chance to reply, she took the as much of his length in her mouth, her right hand taking care of what she couldn’t reached. No teasing. No foreplay.
For the simple reason that he had forgotten something. Now, she was already satisfied, she had time on her side. Chaerin couldn’t bluff, she could only take all-in.
He watched her with unguarded curiosity, although he was sure, certain even that whatever she was up to. Liking it would not be option, it would happen, his skin would flare up and his eyes would crinkle at the side and if not a smile, then the sheer bliss of having her mischief all focused on him, one of those two would happen. Or maybe both.
He let her do as she pleased, not unhappy with his cup being taken away from his grip, nor happy at having it back. Saw the glint in her eyes before she even knew what she was going to do, not knowing what the action would be, but knowing something would unfold. Because she underestimated his mind and how much he could tell from just her tone if she thought this would be a surprise.
But the sheets untangling itself from around her frame was a good distraction to keep him from guessing, not that he wanted to guess, truly. He loved the surprises only she could bring onto him without any warning. The same way she slid in his life and took apart every single well placed thing that was in it. Filling it only with her presence, Chaerin, Chaerin, Chaerin and nothing else that quite mattered.
Nothing but her tanned skin revealed to his eyes whenever he wished to, whenever she wanted to. The better it was when she wanted to. When she knew it was bare to his eyes and she still held herself up high as if she wanted him to feast upon the sight of her body. For him. Him only and no one would dare to ever deny that fact. Whoever the man who thought it wiser to leave this woman behind was, he was the stupidest man alive and his absence of her life, her world, was more than welcomed for Myungsoo.
It was a truth he always found himself almost blurting out to her. One day, maybe when he would want to see if her reaction would change. From the first time he ever mentioned him, to now. How would she react? Those thoughts, they kept him away from the intentions he knew she had and thus the surprise, truly became one.
It was only when he heard her voice, although how did he miss her sliding down and kneeling in front of him before disappearing under the sheets wrapped tight still around his waist he could not understand, still it happened. Thoughts of her always kept him away from what was currently occuring. It happened.
But not when she was the one ot bring him back to earth, no longer would his mind wander. Not wanting to break this, her breath warm against his cock and his fingers almost letting go of the cup of coffee. The light tremble of them making him let out a soft laugh because she’d just warned him of that. He found himself leaning against the wall and getting both of his hands around the cup of coffee. Which was not where he wanted his hands and fingers, not at all. not while knowing that her blonde hair would be falling against his thighs and that he could tangle his fingers in their soft strands and not guide. Nor lead. But just simply follow the movement of her head once she took him in and started moving.
A rhythm that he knew she knew how to keep up to bring him closer faster than anyone else could and ever did. Because he wasn’t the only one who’d learned how her body work, no, she’d also taken her time in discovering every single available space on his body and he’d died under the heightened pleasure each adventure would bring with her exploration.
It made it hard to breath each times, never failed, made it hard to keep still but it also made him laugh even more. Shaky though, barely breathing out the sound of a laughter before it died in a low keening sound. Had he had any supernatural strength, the cup would have been shattered ages ago and he wouldn’t have felt himself close from just a few strokes and the warmth of her mouth.
But who could blame him? He’d watched her writhe under his touch, watched her reach her orgasm, captured her body and now with his eyelids closing, all he could see and hear was her voice and her face as she neared that end, both never failed to bring him to his own end. It wasn’t fair, not at all. But he never was against a bit of injustice if it always burned his skin and flesh to such an extent that his tongue would dry and his voice would only rise to call out her name. A warning was something he should have given her, but he had no strength and wanted her to have a taste of her own surprise. Given that she’d stripped him of his need to always have his hands and eyes on her, she could take this as a little payback. Surely.
Although as he finally came, as he let out one last sound of her name rough on his tongue and his throat and felt his knuckles blanching from how tight around the cup they were. He also guessed she must have won in a way. She always did win, he just never let her know of when and how or why, letting her believe that she needed to fight a war that he’d only begun because she needed to fight back and he loved giving her what she wanted.
