I exist, I exist, I exist!
Now playing: Robbers - the 1975
Where you’re caught in between your old life and new, and Saeyoung is full of indescribable emotions.
[Alternatively, the first time MC and Saeyoung canonically fucked in the secret ending.]
He was pacing. He’s been pacing for the past half hour, working out every possible branch that could happen from his plan. If this were a cartoon, the floor would’ve been worn down until he was in a pit up to his waist.
You watched him from your seat on the bed, leaned against the post.
Saeyoung was anxious. His mind was racing with thoughts of the agency, Saeran, V, and you. He was never the hero in the story, no, he was always someone who worked behind the scenes. The phone beeped with coordinate announcements every few minutes. The journey had just begun, with both of you getting ready to head out the door first thing in the morning.
“I know you’re really scared,” he began. “I’m sorry. I promise everything will be over tomorrow.”
He paused to bend over to triple check the backpacks full of equipment.
“I can’t believe it. I’m going to see my brother,” his voice cracks slightly. “You know, without you, I never would’ve known about any of this. And… for the first time, I want to do things with another person.”
He turned towards you, knelt, took your small hands into his.
“Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. But now I’m afraid.”
He reached his hand up to brush your cheek.
“I’m afraid you’ll run off, or something bad will happen again.”
He gazed into your eyes, seemingly searching for approval. No, confirmation.
“Tonight might be our last night. But if it’s our last night, I just want to do one thing.”
His lips grazed yours.
“Can I… be a bit selfish to you? I-I want to leave evidence on you… that I existed.”
You don’t miss the way he spoke in past tense. It’s like he was ready to leave at the slightest hiccup. He looked wistful and somber.
He caressed your cheek, taking in your appearance.
“I want to hold you and love you all night, just so you can remember me.”
He kissed your hand.
“Will you let me?”
Breath caught in your throat, you nod.
You leaned forward, brushed your lips against his. He rested his hands on your thighs, supported himself as he drew his lips under your earlobe, down your neck, onto the soft skin that connected your shoulders. He lightly nibbled, eliciting small gasps.
He traveled back towards your mouth, kissing you deeply until his lips parted with a small pop!
He fully stood, and gently pushed you backwards onto the mattress.
He stood over you, taking in the shapes of your figure. He’d never felt as close to God as in this moment.
Your hair, expression, trust in your eyes made you appear like an angel to him. He snapped a mental picture of you, and stored it in his heart for later.
In reality, he asked, motioning towards your top: “Can I?”
You pushed your chest out towards him, silent confirmation. With trembling hands, he unbuttoned your shirt. On the last button, he reverently opened the fabric, exposing your bare skin.
Goosebumps shivered up your torso, both anticipation and the coolness of the room. He took notice and traced his fingers over your stomach. Sadness and excitement coursed through his veins. He needed to be with you more than tonight. He couldn’t bear to see you leave him behind.
Tonight, he’d be selfish. He wanted to braid his existence with yours, so that they’ll never unravel.
He ghosted his mouth over your exposed neck, sucked small bites every few inches.
He made his way down your chest, circling your perky buds, bit at your sensitive skin. You sighed contently, relaxing into his touch. His hands gripped your sides, printing his fingertips into your skin.
Your hands wandered down his torso, until you landed at the button of his pants. Slowly, your hand kept going further and further, stroking his length with a feather touch. His hips bucked forward involuntarily and he groaned, releasing your nipple from his teeth.
Your hands made swift work of releasing him from the constraints of his waistband. Your hands tugged at his length, running your finger over his weeping slit.
“F-Fuck, my love, you’re so good, so pretty,” he panted. It took a tremendous amount of effort to not fuck into your fist, much as he wanted to.
He knelt above you, removed your bottoms and underwear. He lightly scratched your thighs, taking satisfaction in your whines.
He lowered himself between your thighs, kissing down the top of your thighs, inner thighs, pussy, and finally, there.
He suckled on your throbbing clit, keeping a slow and hard rhythm. He bit on your nub between licks. Your thighs shook, wanting to close around him.
Strong hands maintained your thighs open, gripping soft flesh as he methodically maneuvered your clit between his lips and tongue.
As he felt you grind against his tongue, he slowly introduced a finger into your entrance. He relished in your gasping.
“Please, please Saeyoung, ‘s too much,” your stomach tightened in pleasure.
He inserted another finger, sped up his pace. He kept up his ministrations without faltering. Groans escaped him, as he took great pleasure in your taste and feel.
Your walls surrounded his fingers deliciously, and your wetness cascaded into his mouth as he worked you into a state of bliss.
He pointed his tongue, massaged your heavy clit in his mouth with every suck. As his fingers furled up into the soft area inside of you, you fell apart on him.
Your thighs shook, eyes rolled up, mouth open in a soft oh!
Saeyoung watched you with adoration peppered across his face. You, covered in faint purple and red love bites, filled to the brim with him, his hands, his affection.
“Pretty, so so pretty for me. You can come again, right?” he looks at you with want, like he’s never wanted anything more. Hands guided his badly aching and leaking tip to your entrance.
“You can come with me in you? I want to feel it, feel you, need to feel you around me,” he paused to push the tip in, shallowly pumping in and out.
“‘s okay, ‘s okay, gonna fill you up, gonna make you feel good,” he starts to babble, intoxicated by you.
“Want you to remember me, remember how good you feel with, fuck, me. Need you, need you, need, mmf, you—“
Upon the last syllable, he pushed fully in. The sensation had you feeling full, while he felt you warm and overwhelming. Mouths open, tongues peeking out, you pulled him towards you. He envelopes your mouth, drinking in your moans as he slowly gyrated his hips into yours.
You rested your ankles on his lower back, pushing him to go deeper. He broke free of your kiss and straightened up, failing to falter in his thrusting. He pushed your leg to rest on top of the bedpost, allowing him to reach further into you. His hands rested on your open thighs, massaging them roughly. Sweat beaded down his furrowed eyebrow.
“Y-You’re doing so fucking well for me, my love. So gorgeous, all for me, like I, ah, deserve it. So pretty, taking my cock like that.”
He pinched your clit gently between his fingers as he pounded into you. His other arm hoisted your hips up, allowing his curved figure to repeatedly access the soft and spongy part inside you.
Your hands gripped onto nothing, hips moving in sync to his. The tension snapped in your stomach again, and you came. The feeling spread white hot to your fingertips, as you creamed a thick ring around his cock.
He whined, muttering out curses as he continued to rut into you. Your sensitive hole gripped him, lewd noises filling the cabin as a result from your arousal. You pleading whines spurred him on.
He thrust steady hard pumps into you, relishing your orgasm as he pulled out and fisted himself to completion on your chest and cheeks. Your tongue stuck out, licking up what you could around your mouth and pulling him in for a taste.
He collapsed on top of you, spent. He wanted to leave evidence that he existed. He wanted to exist, and he wanted to exist next to you for the rest of his life. You accepted him, and he wanted to love you deeply for the rest of his life.