just look at me - part 2 - geum seongje
pairings: geum seongje x female reader
author's note: it was a shit fic and it still is but i was bored so i made a part 2. hope someone out there enjoys my shared delusions. reader cries too much but god forbid a girl is a sensitive gangsta 💔 also first smut ever so be kind
genre: a bit of angst (good ending), smut, fluff, aged up characters
warnings: MDNI, sexual content, cursing, violence
you hadn't seen him much since that night. no shared missions, just a few glances at the bowling alley and a text reading "sorry i haven't been around much, too much shit happening right now. i'll make it up to you".
you didn't answer, though.
you didn't even really know why. it wasn't pride, it was more like realization. at least he was trying to play it nice. what a gentleman, you thought.
you were insecure, stupid and naive, but you definitely weren't someone who would run after a man. you were used to not sharing romantic feelings with anyone for your whole life, so you convinced yourself this would be just another crush that you could forget about in a few weeks.
but all your previous thoughts were confirmed in just some days: this definitely was different.
you kept thinking about seongje. about his fake words, his lips, his smirk and his scent. the way he shut you up with a kiss and the taste of alcohol and smoke it left, lingering on your tongue. you now understood all of the girls that talked about him as if he was a drug — purely addicting. and you sadly had had the chance to see it for yourself.
but you weren't about to be that crazy person that went back, asking for more from someone who clearly didn't want to give it. you started to get irritated just by thinking about how much of an ego-boosting experience that would be for him, and how many people had probably given him the opportunity to go through it over and over again. you got even more mad at yourself when you became conscious of your own rage, because feeling any kind of emotions meant it affected you. seongje affected you.
you promised yourself you were not going to fall for it ever again. no chance.
you entered the familiar building and waited at the door, where you always did. this was no unknown situation for you: one of the guys from the bowling alley would tell you the address where you had to be and steal whatever they ordered you to. sometimes you would get beaten up, some others you were able to fight them long enough to only get punched once or twice. you were already used to it and even if it wasn't the safest job, it was definitely and well-paid one.
but you began to notice there was something different this time when you saw a familiar silhouette facing you. you were only able to see his shoes walking towards you as your gaze was down, like always. but that was enough to recognize him.
"come on. i'm coming with you today." seongje said while going through the door, not stopping to listen to your answer. you followed him confused, wanting him to hear you respond.
"what? you never come for the whole thing."
"baekjin's orders. i'm guessing this isn't as easy as always." he answered while still walking, not slowing down even if you were noticeably trying to meet his sudden pace. he was already getting in your nerves, why did he seem mad? he had no right to be, but it felt like he was making an effort to turn the situation even more awkward.
"well, that's why i'm here."
"i can take it. just come later as you always — i mean, used to do." you had to admit that your remark was made on purpose. you hated the possibility of sounding triggered, but you wanted to try to sound cold too. even if your attempt to do so was already questionable.
"the last thing i want today is to have to deal with baekjin's shit. and that's exactly what i'm gonna have to do if you don't come back in one piece. we can't keep losing members at this rate, but y'all are too damn weak"
"i've learnt to fight. i've fought so many people already, i'm sure this won't be much different."
"i'm pretty sure you were the one who told me that you weren't the best fighter." you blushed at the mention of what you said that night. why did he still have that power over you? "keep arguing. since when do you not take orders from us?" that was it. your face became red in rage, but you stayed silent. he was still seongje, he still held almost as much power in the union as baekjin. but your stupid infatuation had almost made you forget that he could kick you out of there at any minute, and you couldn't afford losing the money you made from those fights.
so you just held in your tears and took some deep breaths, trying to forget he was even there. you remembered when you thought he was so different from what people had said he was. but you then realized he wasn't, he just hadn't got the fun he wanted at the time. once again, you proved yourself your delusions were in fact making decisions for you instead of your own conscious self.
you stayed quiet, lost in your own thoughts about him, when he suddenly stopped his track. you noticed after walking a few steps ahead of him. then you also stopped, waiting for him to say something.
"come on. don't start this again."
you reluctantly turned around, now seeing his shoes again. you hated the fact that you still had to follow his orders because, for as long as you were in the union, he would always hold the power of being seongje.
"we'll talk about all of this later, okay?"
"there isn't much to talk about." you got a few words out while your heart was almost in your throat, beating as if you had just run a marathon.
"whatever. you are still going to have to listen to me, because i have a lot to say." you just stared down, trying to breathe normally. you had to compose yourself — not only you didn't want him to see how much you were reacting to every word of his, but you also were about to fight some seemingly very strong people. you needed to be focused on that only if you wanted to keep all your organs intact after.
seongje kept walking while speaking in a serious tone, starting to light one of his usual cigarettes. "now, listen to me. i'll fight them so don't worry about that, you just need to take the two bags of phones. you'll know which ones because i'll show you where they are, the other guys have been keeping an eye on them. they won't fucking give them back even when we asked fucking nicely, so."
"i can help you fight them. what if they are too many?"
"you just wait for me. in the street behind, you'll wait. understood?"
you didn't answer verbally, just shaking your head yes in defeat. as you got closer, you felt the usual anxiety every mission came with. you were getting more used to it, but the uncertainty of it all was still there every time.
seongje showed you from afar which bags you had to take. there were two storage rooms, one next to the other. the one with the bags was empty, but four men waited in the other one, almost as if they knew seongje was coming.
they might not have been expecting you, though.
"hey." seongje suddenly spoke with a whisper, startling you. "you always do this alone. today it's your lucky day, though. because i'm here. so enjoy it and don't look so fucking scared, mmh?"
"i-i am not scared." you lied through your teeth, which was almost obvious. your hands were shaking and you stuttered when you talked, but he let it go seemingly unnoticed.
"that's what i wanna hear. let's go."
you kept hiding, seeing him get closer to the men. he started talking but you weren't able to hear, so you just waited. the moment the fight broke out, you ran up to the storage room. there, you quickly took the two bags full of phones, while hearing loud grunts and curses from the other side of the wall.
you decided to take a peek. you needed to make sure seongje was doing fine on his own. even if he was one of the best fighters you knew, he was still outnumbered; his strength and drive to fight could only be efficient up to a certain level.
and even if you had been cursing him for weeks now, you had to admit you still cared about seongje. too much for your liking, in fact.
you slowly put your head out just enough to be able to see them, noticing that three of the men were already down on the floor. a deep purple was starting to stain seongje's skin around his left eye and right jaw, but he kept fighting the larger man. he looked the strongest there, which only seemed to make seongje smirk even more. that man scared you sometimes — was he a masochist?
seongje was suddenly down, a punch hitting his right jaw again. you couldn't help but jump out, deciding you needed to intervene the moment he touched the floor. you could distract the man, handle a few punches while seongje recovered. you prayed that he saw you as a lost young woman instead of what you actually were: a literal robber.
"you brought your girl, man? you want me to break her bones or what?"
seongje quickly looked up, opening his eyes in shock. "didn't i fucking tell you not to come here?!" he was mad. furious. but you had a greater problem coming your way in that moment.
you got closer, set on getting hit until he was able to get up. you held onto the two bags, looking up at the large man that was walking towards you.
"so she was taking the phones. great plan, man. i guess she wanted to play savior, though. she must really like you.” the man laughed while cracking his knuckles, looking like a real TV villain.
"you touch her and you are dead." seongje spoke while slowly getting up, leaving you even more breathless.
“this bitch is an asshole. does he want you dead or something? bringing you here to get fucking killed.” the man kept talking to you as you got ready to take his punch, trying not to listen to his words too much. if you didn’t pass out in pain, you would do in fear.
his fist landed on your right cheek unexpectedly. he was fast and sharp, which made you instantly understand why baekjin had told seongje to go with you.
still, you could take it. you had endured so much physical pain, you were sure you could survive at least two of those.
as you got ready to receive the next one, a sudden arm looped around the man’s throat — tight, merciless. seongje’s grip held fast as the man flailed. “didn’t i fucking say you would be dead?”
you stood there in shock while you looked at him. seongje was smirking while using all his strength on the man’s neck, looking as joyful as a kid in a playground. as the guy started to pass out, seongje dropped him to the floor. he looked up to you, your eyes meeting for the first time in weeks. you just trembled in fear.
“second time i save your ass. both times were fucking preventable.” he started walking out of the storage room, obviously mad at you.
“i saw you struggling. was i supposed to just go knowing that you might get hurt?” you kept walking behind him, trying to keep up with his pace.
“i was fucking okay! you know who i am. you fucking know i have been doing this for my entire life.”
“you were on the floor! there were four of them, seongje. four! and i also can take a few punches. i do this for a living too, you know?! you seem to keep forgetting that.”
he suddenly turned around, stopping his track, looking at you again. “look at your cheek. you think i like seeing your face like this knowing i was there? knowing i could have taken it instead?” he got closer, clenching his jaw even tighter. “you think it was easy to see your face when he spoke to you? how you trembled? huh? and listening to the things he fucking said about you? what about that?!” you just stayed silent, holding your tears in once again. you truly didn’t want him to get hurt, but he didn’t seem to care about the possibility of it happening if you hadn’t come in.
“you always think everything is so easy for me, but the one thing that actually is.” seongje said while turning around, starting to walk again.
“why are you so mad at me, seongje? shouldn’t i be the one mad at you?” you finally said, wanting your chest to feel a little less heavy. he stopped his walking again, this time not turning around, though.
“you didn’t answer. i tried to reach out and you didn’t even answer.”
“you suddenly disappeared. right after knowing all my suspicions about you, or about anyone really. and right after you… you kissed me. what a coincidence, isn’t it?”
“no matter what i say, you’ll never trust me. so why even try.”
“t-that’s not true! i’m trying!”
he finally turned around, getting his cigarette pack out of his pocket.
“that’s why, after all that has happened, you are still not looking at me unless you’re in pure shock. or unless i practically force you to. right? is that it?” he started to blow smoke, sounding more calm, but even colder. maybe you did prefer his furious screaming instead of that bone-chilling relaxed tone.
you looked up. you wanted him to talk to you, you wanted to have an alternative explanation about his sudden disappearance that didn’t consist of him just being an asshole. even if it was a lie, you wanted to hear it.
“i wanted to keep practicing eye contact but i haven’t had the chance. now, please explain yourself.”
seongje kept looking back at you with an intense gaze, almost daring. “baekjin has been going insane. you probably haven’t heard because you don’t talk to anyone there. but he’s obsessed with a guy from eunjang joining the union. and he won’t do it, so can you imagine who has to take care of it? i have been taunting him and his friends nonstop. i didn’t want you to get involved in any of this shit, you already have enough with your own.” he stopped then, taking a deep breath before he kept talking. “and i know i could have communicated better. but you know what? i have my own mental shit too. i started thinking if it was worth it. too many people hate me and i don’t want you to get hurt. and i will always protect you, always, but what if i can’t always be there? you deserve someone who is good too, but i don’t know if i can be enough. i know i'm good at fighting, at hooking up, at messing people up, but i don’t know if i will be good at… at this.” you stayed quiet, processing all of what he had said. you told yourself you wouldn’t fall for it again, but could anyone really say all those things and not mean them? his speech sounded so raw and heartfelt, spontaneous but also thoughtful. seongje smoked his cigarette one last time, discarding it on the floor before he kept talking. “but then i also kept thinking. i haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. and i also don’t fucking want to, if i'm being real i'm not even making an effort to do so. isn’t that enough to try?”
you stared at his eyes, trying to get yourself to speak too. you had to be as honest as he was being, it was the fair thing to do. “i can’t stop thinking about that night, if that makes it any better. i felt so stupid because i didn’t want to be that person who gets crazy about a… a one night stand? and i have heard the things people say about you, and the things people do to try and get you back. i didn’t want to be like that, i didn’t want that ending for us. i like you way more that i would like to admit, seongje. and i feel dumb for it.”
“ouch, you consider me a one night stand? i didn’t even touch you.” he smirked sarcastically, making you laugh while a few tears escaped your eyes. “i told you, i do everything differently with you. stop trying to relate to those people, for the love of god. i’m trying here but it won’t get through your thick skull, fuck.”
“i’m trying here too, seongje.”
“come here.” he said after a few seconds while opening his arms, walking closer to you. you hesitated for a moment, but then gave in. you really wanted to feel him close again, just like the last time. you hugged him back, feeling a thousand butterflies in your stomach. you genuinely had never experienced something like that, neither liking someone so much nor them liking you back. it was pure anxiety, but it was worth feeling it.
“would you let me clean those after we bring the phones back?” you said while pointing at his wounds, seeing them turn even more red and purple as time went by.
“please? are you going to do it if i don’t?”
“nope. i won’t.” seongje smirked while speaking in a daring tone, looking straight at you while you tried to achieve similar eye contact. he seemed like an expert in your eyes — he would have to teach you his ways, you thought.
"fine. you've already seen i'm not one to insist." you responded while pushing him back a little, starting to feel a bit too overwhelmed. you had been touch-starved for so long, you now got anxious when another human got closer than usual. anxiety levels were even greater than when someone did get close but with the intentions of punching your face. what was this man doing to you?
"if it means you are coming to my apartment to do so, clean all you want." you froze then. right, where would you do it? at that filthy bowling alley where he could probably get a rare infection? they probably wouldn't even have bandaids — it would be your lucky day if they even had running water. "what? backing up now?"
"i mean... do you even have a first-aid kit?"
"i'm sure there is at least some rubbing alcohol... and like some bandages too. let's go, i don't want you to get home too late."
"it's already too late anyway."
"it's okay then, i'll bring these back so-"
"no! i mean... those bruises are just going to get so much worse if you don't apply any ointment." you tried to play it cool, even though you had just cut him off in the most desperate tone you had ever heard come out of your mouth. damn it, you didn't even know if he had any ointment at his home. why were you so excited to spend time with him?
"fine, fine. you can come by anytime you want though. just as clarification for the future." he said while winking at you, clearly enjoying your awkwardness. he started walking in the direction of the bowling alley, where he entered baekjin's office once you got there. you were waiting outside, trying not to think too much, but you couldn't help it — your mind kept betraying you, making you question every detail. after a while, you peeked into the place, wanting to see who was around. there you saw all the usual people seongje partied with, many of which you recognized from the night you went into that club. after some time, seongje got out of baekjin's office, unaware of your hidden sight. you saw him get approached by most people there — including many girls — which made you feel something unexplainable in your stomach. you saw him dismiss everyone as much as he could, throwing a few curses here and there, making you smile unconsciously. as the scene unraveled, another unfamiliar feeling bloomed in your body, one that you could almost describe as satisfaction. once he was getting closer to the door, you stopped peeking, trying to act as if you had seen nothing.
"what are you so smiley for?" seongje said while he walked out, not waiting for your answer. it was almost as if everything he said came with the intention of shocking you.
"i'm not smiling." you said while trying to keep up with his pace once again.
"mmh. sure thing." you just blushed at his comment, making your way to his apartment. after a few blocks you were already there, not aware of its closeness to the bowling alley.
"come in." he said while opening the door for you, extending one arm out while doing so.
"what a gentleman. you do this every time?" you teased as you entered, looking around while inhaling the obvious smell of nicotine.
"we usually go to her house." he simply said. his straightforward comment made you blush, still not fully used to his bluntness. "what? i already told you that you are receiving my special treatment."
"i'm soooo flattered." you said sarcastically while looking everywhere but him, not wanting to show how flustered he was getting you.
"wait on the couch. i'll get the things so i can make one of your dreams come true and let you clean my scratches, yeah?"
"just shut up." you were sure your face looked like a whole tomato by then, but you couldn't help it. after a minute, he came back with a small pouch in his hands.
"wow. you have way much more than what i was expecting. sit here." you said while you sat on your knees onto the floor, right in front of him. your comment made him laugh lightly, making you feel his warm breath on your forehead. the proximity was making your heart race — you now were able to see him fully up close: the tiny scars on his face, the exact color of his eyes behind his frames, the dried up blood on the tip of his nose. your eyes kept looking back at his lips, still stained with a little bit of crimson, but extremely plump looking. you had never looked at someone with such desire, it almost felt predatory. why did you feel like a creep for clearly wanting someone in that way? you visibly shook your head from side to side, too lost in your own thoughts.
"hey. if you wanted to stare, you should have just asked. you didn't have to excuse yourself with the "i'm going to clean your wounds" thing."
"it wasn't an excuse! look, i'm cleaning it now." he kept smiling proudly, trying to search for your eyes at every second. you grabbed a gauze, soaking it with rubbing alcohol and pressing it against the cut on his lip. he gritted his teeth together while muttering a small "fuck", clearly not expecting the sudden burn. his curse and expression made your heart beat even faster, enjoying his reaction for some unknown reason.
"sorry. but i'm sure that THE geum seongje can take it." you laughed, trying to calm yourself down. he felt so close you could barely breathe, his gaze fixated on you in the most unsubtle way possible.
"you are shaking. are you that nervous?" he said in an almost whisper. did he have to comment on everything? and why was he speaking in such a sensual tone? you could feel your body getting warmer, reacting to every word that came out of his mouth.
"if you keep talking like that, how am i supposed to focus-" you tried to pull back in order to get yourself to shake less, but he suddenly grabbed your wrist firmly, pulling you even closer to his body.
"remember i texted i would make it up to you, mmh?" you laughed awkwardly, starting to get the hint of his words. you were so anxious that you weren't fully conscious of your reactions, but you weren't appalled at the thought of doing anything with seongje. yes, you still didn't fully trust him, because he could get what he wanted and leave now more than ever. but the pure desire you were starting to feel, one that your body had never had the pleasure to experience, was blurring all of your mind's coherent thoughts.
"remember how i also told you that you didn't get all the parts right that night?" he continued, still whispering while looking straight at your eyes.
"mmh." you just hummed while shaking your head yes, too lost in his gaze to say anything else.
"you wanna know which parts were accurate and which weren't?"
"well... i can assure you that the reason why i did all that then wasn't because i had intentions with you that night..." he paused while seemingly thinking hard. "...but it definitely wasn't disrespectful for you to say that i want to fuck you. because i do."
you just stayed silent in pure shock, not expecting him to say it that way. you felt a growing warmth in your lower stomach, which was another unfamiliar but pleasuring feeling to add to the list. "what do you think about that, mmh?"
"i-i think... i think i am not horrified by the idea of it. like at all." you responded while panting, almost gasping for air already. your answer made him laugh while he pulled you up from your wrist.
"i liked you in that position but it might be too early now. sit on my lap." you immediately sat parting your legs, straddling him like you saw that girl do at the club. you knew your inexperience was a big handicap while being with someone like seongje, but you hoped that he had already caught on that small detail. you were too embarrassed to say it out loud, but you also expected it to be obvious just by your body language or even the way you kissed him last time.
"i have imagined you like this every day after that kiss. you know that never happens to me, right? do you know how desperate i felt, mmh?"
"mmh, poor seongje." you pouted sarcastically, using humor to try and calm yourself down once again.
"you really are a mean girl, huh? want me to be meaner? i feel like i'm being too nice compared to you, it's not fair."
"really? try then." you challenged him, having fun while being mischievous. he suddenly pulled you closer, slowly kissing the right side of your neck, starting to suck on every spot with such ease it made your skin crawl. you whimpered, startling your own self at your sudden sounds, not even being conscious of them until they were out.
"mmh, you like that? can you tell i like hearing you a lot?" he spoke against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "do you feel it? under you?" he started kissing your lips before you could even respond, his tongue going deep into your mouth. the kiss started to get more desperate, almost rushed, to the point you couldn't breathe properly. you pulled back a little while you panted, resting your forehead against his.
"sorry, love. got a little excited there." the sudden nickname made your cheeks burn even more. you were excited too, feeling a little brave even. you decided to use that to your own advantage, needing it as much as he did.
"can i undress you?" you said innocently, not knowing how to put it into words. seongje smirked then, clearly satisfied at your request.
"you wanna see me? only if you let me see you too, pretty." you quickly shook your head yes to his condition. even if the idea of someone seeing you naked felt like a nightmare, you were too into the whole thing now to say no. "take off my shirt." you didn't waste a second before following his order, suddenly feeling his hands on the hem of your shirt. "can i?"
you kept breathing rapidly, reflecting on it for a few seconds before answering. when you were about to say yes, he started talking again. "there is no rush. i already told you the last thing i want is to scare you away. i need you to need me before doing anything else."
"i need you, i really do, i mean... since i first stepped into this damn apartment i've felt like... kissing you and touching you... i'm just a little anxious but... but you already know that's just how i am."
"mmh, i know... you need me then?" he spoke in a lower tone than usual, making you feel that same warm feeling in your stomach again.
"you already know i do. now take off my shirt too."
"a bit bossy, aren't we?" seongje responded while laughing, starting to peel off your top. "fuck, you are driving me insane." he said in a groan while bucking his hips up, adjusting himself. the sudden pressure on your center made you moan lightly, which planted a smirk on seongje's face. "what is it, mmh?"
"tell me what you want then."
his demand made you freeze. you were NOT about to verbally express what you wanted in that moment. you preferred leaving that place untouched rather than embarrass yourself like that. or so you thought.
"mmh, you heard me. you are difficult to read, so tell me exactly what you want."
"you are doing this on purpose."
"i wanna fucking hear you. i need to hear you say it." the desperation in his voice mixed with his cursing only made your body temperature grow even higher, making you feel like you almost had a fever.
"i-i want you... to touch me... and make me feel good. and i also want you to feel good too..." his words worked like a spell, since you went from denying yourself of saying anything to fully complying in the span of approximately thirty seconds.
"this already feels like heaven." he responded, right before kissing you again. you kept moving your hips back and forward unconsciously, searching for the right friction. you started going faster when you saw him lean back, rolling his eyes while putting his hands on both of his sides, letting you take control.
"you want me to come in my pants? is that it, mmh?"
"fuck! i-i don't!" he suddenly stopped you, flipping your whole body onto the couch while staying on top of you. "shit!" his sudden movement startled you, making you curse while whimpers came out of your mouth. you kept feeling embarrassed at not being able to control your own sounds, which only made seongje smile wider.
"shhh. i'm making you curse so much i'm starting to feel guilty." he said in a teasing tone, clearly enjoying the way your body reacted to him.
"just do something." you were going to regret the words that were coming out of your mouth later, once you remembered how desperate you sounded for the touch of a man.
"i'm not in a rush. are you?"
"i-i don't want to get home too late."
"mmh, i'm sure you are thinking about getting home early right now." he said while starting to roam down your body, slowly peeling off your jeans. "and you really think i'm sending you back home after this?" he looked straight at your eyes again with a smirk on his lips, pulling down your underwear while doing so. "god... did i do all of this?" his right hand moved between your slick folds, while lightly pressing his thumb against your clit. the slight pressure made you squirm, which only got a laugh out of seongje's mouth. "i didn't expect this sweet, sweet girl to be this fucking needy."
"aw, it doesn't feel good, does it?" two of his fingers started to move inside you at a slow pace, making you moan unexpectedly. he kept rubbing your clit with his thumb, going a bit faster as time went by and your moans grew louder and more persistent. as you almost felt your climax kick in, you started to lift your spine uncontrollably, clearly getting closer. right then, seongje stopped all his movements and removed his hands from you.
"w-what are you doing?!" you questioned him, sounding more affected than how you planned to sound.
"now, tell me exactly what you want." he responded while putting his fingers up in his mouth, starting to suck on them. your heart only beat faster at his action, enjoying the sight of him licking off your juices.
"i already told you before, seongje!"
"you really think you were specific enough?"
"y-you want me to die from embarrassment?"
"last time i checked, people die from getting beaten up. not from that. so i think you will survive."
"no problem." he said with a smile on his face while starting to get up from the couch. "i'll get to the bathroom and help myself-"
"wait." you cut him off once again, feeling a bit too needy just to let him go.
"mmh?" he kept looking at you with a cocky smirk, making his face look extremely punchable right at that moment.
"aw, come on. almost there, pretty."
"f-fuck! just fuck me, okay? i want you inside. happy now?" seongje groaned right after you spoke, pushing you back against the couch again. he quickly undid his belt and freed his cock, making you choke at the sight. he looked just as needy as you, his tip red while leaking pre-cum, pumping himself up and down in desperation.
"god... let me bring a fucking condom or i'm going to lose my mind." he stood up fast, returning with a bright plastic package in his hands, which he quickly opened with his teeth before putting it on. you kept staring mesmerized at his ease, reminding you of how practiced that man actually was. you audibly gulped, scared of not being able to keep up with him. you were sure you were not about to be the best fuck of his life, but you still wanted to try and make him feel good.
"hey." he got you out of your trance while positioning himself between your legs. you liked the fact that he kept his glasses on even if they kept sliding down his nose, although you would never say it out loud. "hey." he repeated, aware of how little attention you were paying.
"tell me how everything feels, okay? i want you to feel the best you've ever fucking felt. i wanna be the one who does that to you, understood?"
"understood. now quit teasing."
"fucking desperate, mmh?" he spoke in a lower tone again, entering you slowly while you both moaned in relief. "now... tell me how that feels."
"s-so good... fuck!" you whined at the feeling of fullness, making him laugh lightly. "please please please... move please, seongje."
"fucking hell. you are going to make me last seconds if you keep doing that." he started moving slowly, making your walls clench around him.
"mmh? fucking talk if you want something, love."
"shit shit shit." his movements became more clumsy, losing all the restraints he seemed to have put on himself. he kept making noises, almost whining while going harder, which was making you see stars. having the opportunity to see him in such a vulnerable state, so different from his usual cold facade, only turned you on even more. he suddenly reached down to your clit with his hand, pressing on it while keeping up with his thrusts.
"s-seongje, i'm not going to last-"
"me neither, fuck! you are so fucking tight." he used all his force to thrust a few final times, which made his glasses slip off down on your chest.
"cum on my cock, pretty." right after hearing him, you let yourself go. you screamed at how good it felt, his cock pulsating inside you a few times before he came too.
"shit! you fucking squeezed the shit out of me... fuck..."
after a few minutes of just hearing both of your pants, he finally pulled out, making you whine at the sudden loss of his fullness. he reached out for his glasses and put them on, just to caress your cheek and press his lips down onto yours right after.
"you did so fucking good. so fucking perfect for me..."
"you were pretty great too, i would say." you said jokingly while looking at his eyes, not feeling entirely real at that moment. he laughed while staring back, squeezing your cheeks together while pouting.
"i think you've had enough eye contact practice for today, mmh?"
"well. i'd say you are getting pretty good at it."
