please. please make that face while bouncing on it omg. i want him so bad he's so fucking pathetic i need him moaning and shaking on it jesus christ pleassseeeee
officer and his older age + low stamina vs noeul and her younger age + higher stamina. she will make him cum once and he is done for and she flips him over, "we're not done yet, old man" and makes him cum thrice more—all while teasing him for tiring easily but also telling him he looks soooo good when he's overstimulated
LAWWWWDDDD IM GONNA BURST HE IS SO OUPPY. GET ON ALL FOURS NEEEOOOWWWW !!!!!!!!!!!!! BARK FOR ME BOY !!!!! RUFF RUFF BARK BARK BARK !!!!! PUT A COLLAR ON PLEAAASSEEEEEEE
watching hannibal and my main takeaway is that hannibal lecter needs to be tied up and gagged with tears in his eyes as he gets called a dirty dog Who said that. guys. its so dark in here. i want to see his pretty pathetic face
No-eul and the Officer have a conversation after sleeping together.
implied/referenced sex. top kang noeul, bottom masked officer (she pegged that man 💥💥💥). 845 words.
fic under the cut !!! c:
The Officer leaned over No-eul to grab a cigarette. She rested against the headboard, wrapping her arm around his back.
Cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, his hands shook as he fumbled with the lighter. No-eul took it from his hands, lighting it for him. The Officer muttered a ‘thank you’, resting his head on her shoulder.
The end of the cigarette lit up as he inhaled. He sighed, smoke flowing past his lips into the air, and fluttering his eyes shut.
Strands of raven black hair stuck out of place and fell over his forehead, cheeks still flushed deep red, lips slightly parted and shiny with spit. His t-shirt was slightly loose, falling over his sweat sheened collarbones. What really caught No-eul’s attention was the way he was still shaking; his hands barely able to keep hold of his cigarette, bare thighs quivering, and the slight pants he still let out, trying to catch his breath.
She smiled. “I really did a number on you, hm?”
The Officer shifted to look at her, eyes glossy and lidded. He slowly nodded.
Gently grabbing his wrist, No-eul guided the cigarette to her mouth. She inhaled. Her hand found his jaw, bringing him closer until their lips barely brushed each other. She traced down his face, holding his chin and coaxing his mouth open with her thumb. The Officer let her, No-eul blowing smoke past his lips and into his lungs.
She pulled back slightly. Their noses still barely brushed past each other, breath mingling and wisps of smoke dancing between them. The Officer’s pupils were dilated, staring deep into No-eul’s. The warmth of his breath made her face flush, the smell of cigarettes and whiskey on his lips.
The Officer smirked, taking another drag.
No-eul assumed her previous position, shifting her hand to rest atop the Officer’s head, gently petting his hair. He nuzzled the crook of her neck.
“You know,” the Officer said after a moment, “this was my first time doing this.”
“What? Taking it?”
Another drag. “Yeah.”
No-eul closed her eyes. She hummed.
“How was it being the woman?”
The Officer chuckled. “It was nice, felt really good.”
They sat in silence for a little while. No-eul took in the chill of sweat drying on her skin, the warmth of the Officer’s body laying against hers, his sounds of inhaling and exhaling smoke, strands of hair tickling against her neck; if she focused, she could hear distant cars driving by, the rattling of tracks as a train blasted its horn.
“For the record,” No-eul looked down at him. He kept his gaze forward. “I haven’t slept with a woman since my 20s.”
“Well then,” she teased, “who do you sleep with?”
The Officer didn’t respond right away. He swallowed, his mouth dry.
“This one person.” He lifted himself off her, flicking his cigarette into the ashtray. “Not very often, though. The last time was,“ he thought for a moment, “in November.”
“And I’m assuming you’re not usually the one on the bottom?”
The Officer nodded. “Yeah.”
“But I really like them, though,” he continued. “There’s just never really a chance to outside of…when we usually can.” The Officer chose his words carefully. No-eul could guess who it was, despite that. He wouldn't keep it secret unless it was someone she had a chance of knowing—and there weren’t many mutual connections.
No-eul kept her gaze on him. She thought about her response, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket between her fingers.
“I think…,” the Officer looked up at her, “that if you really like them, you should take every opportunity you can to see them.” She gripped the blanket tightly, now averting eye contact. “...You never know if…you might lose them, so…”
A look of recognition washed over the Officer’s face (No-eul disliked that; he knew so much about her and yet he still felt like a stranger to her). He nodded slowly, unsurely (and that he pitied her).
“And just so we’re clear…you know this…didn’t mean anything…I don’t—”
“I know,” the Officer’s tone was certain, void of any disappointment. “Yeah, no, me neither. I don’t feel anything like that to you…”
No-eul almost sighed in relief.
“Good.”
“This was just…”
“...a thing that happened…”
The Officer nodded assuringly. “No romantic feelings.”
“None.”
No-eul loosened her grip. She rubbed her eyes, a wave of exhaustion running over her. The fact the Officer, despite being undeniably more fucked out, looked now wide awake.
“Do you think…you'll regret this?” The words were laced with genuine concern, the unspoken mention of No-eul’s…past relationship on his mind.
It has been over half a decade at this point since she escaped the North. Her husband died a year prior to that, so, six years since. She didn’t think of him often. It was best she forgot about him.
There was nothing to regret about this encounter. She didn’t love the Officer. This wasn’t out of romance or even lust, really.
top officer is appealing to me if he's pathetic. moaning and whimpering like he's the one being fucked, begging to cum and shaking so much when he does. his only sense of control is desperation "please i want you so bad"
ouppy officer,,,,,please,,,,i need him barking and whimpering on that thang,,,,,drag him by the collar,,,,,make him eat out of a bowl on the floor,,,,,another thing that will not leave the confinements of me and my partner's discord messages,,,,,he needs to be called a nasty mutt but also praised and told he's a good boy he needs to wag his tail bruh please
