O FORTUNA.

[blisande]

midnight snack | w. aejeong

          Like a moth drawn to a flame, his nose quickly pick up the scent of blood. seojun stopped in his tracks, his nose sniffing the cold air as he tries to navigate his way to where the smell of blood coming from. His feet quickly moved towards where the scent came from, gulping down the uneasiness that’s starting to bubble up in his stomach. How long has it been since his last feed? He remembers it’s not that long ago, maybe it wasn’t enough the last time that’s why he’s easily swayed by the faintest smell of blood.

          Taking a shortcut through the back alley, accidentally kicking the nearby trash can while he was at it, the scent of blood got too strong that he has to cover his nose. No, this isn’t how he wants to feed, it is true that vampires are predatory species, seojun couldn’t bring himself to be that. He doesn’t find the idea of sucking someone dry and watching the life fades from their eyes appealing at all. 

           His fangs itches, wanting something to bite into and now that he has a sight on his prey, the growing urge is getting unbearable. Though everything comes to a halt when he took a sight at the prey…woman. No wonder he could smell blood from miles away, she was drenched from top to toe in it. “ wha–? ” he gasped, somehow the worry written all over his face at the sight of the stranger, “ are you alright?! ” he gulped down, unsure if he should take a step closer to her since he’s already having trouble trying to control his thirst.

@zolust​ ;; 

[zolust]

   no one could imagine a lust demon sitting down and doing craft to blow off some steam. working for the gang, being a hitman, was her way of filling in the excessive amount of time that came with being a demon trapped in a mortal vessel. sure, a lot of the time she was feeding off lust. but what else was there to do? succumb to technology? no way. so aejeong killed. and she did it well. she was so unbothered by the act in fact, that she often roamed the street covered in blood and bruises after she finished her work, not realizing how jarring it could be to a simple civilian to see such a small and innocent looking girl look like she just climbed out of the pits of hell. or perhaps that was another thing the demon enjoyed. 

the sudden commotion of a garbage can being kicked over caused aejeong to tense, hand reaching immediately for one of the daggers strapped securely to her thigh. she didn’t unsheathe it, instead needed to be reminded that it was there. there was no good in scaring someone for no reason, that much she had learned. when the stranger came to light, her hand dropped to her side. he looked innocent, in fact he looked shocked. aejeong was obviously confused at first before she glanced down at her body. 

“oh this?” she asked lightly, looking back up at the other with a simple shrug. “i’m fine. it isn’t mine.” perhaps that wasn’t the best way to go about things, but what could she say? she was shameless. however her head tilted slightly to the side as she examined his expression - he was worried and startled, that was for certain. but there was something else hidden amongst the obvious. aejeong was never good at reading between the lines, instead opted to ask bluntly until she got the answer she wanted. 

“you look worse than i do. what’s up with that?” she inquired, walking right up to him with no regard for personal space, squinting up at his face. aejeong was definitely not helping the situation in the slightest. “are you on crack? you look like you could be on crack, but you also look like you’re sick. dying even. but you are also craving something. now that i’m sure of.” she was a lust demon after all, and people tended to lust for all sorts of things.

[zolust]

hell raising 🔪 aejeong & anuiel.

[zolust]

anuuiel‌:

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   every noise to fall from the angel’s lips at her hands was like music to her ears. aejeong had heard a plethora of moans and groans throughout her time on earth, to the point where when she was in similar situation they acted as white noise. they never really meant anything besides she was doing something right and often times she didn’t need vocal reassurance. however, with anuiel it was different. every action and every breath had a specific undertone that was becoming increasingly important to aejeong. although very strange, it was making her heart flutter.

the feeling of his fingers pressing into her flesh, the tilt of his head. they all said something different to aejeong. she did enjoy praise, and responses during sex were her favourite kind of praise. even more so when coming from anuiel. however what was more important to her was the fact these reactions were proof that things were reciprocated. that he craved and needed her as much as she did. that he trusted her just as much to be weak and vulnerable. this was the first time the demon wanted to be reassured, told she wasn’t getting ahead of herself. it was the first time she was starting to get ahead of herself.

and it was overwhelming. so much so she could have cried if she weren’t so busy enjoying herself. this kind of connection, it wasn’t overwhelming physically, though it was nice. it felt great. it was satisfying to a certain point. one that aejeong couldn’t quite put her finger on. the most unbearable unbearable thing was the intensity to which she felt with her heart. for a demon who never knew love, was never able to comprehend it, found it trivial and a waste of time - aejeong could have told anuiel she loved him in that moment and she would have meant it. because what she felt was the most she had felt in her lifetime. it was almost numbing. jarring. it was new and confusing, it was almost dehabilitating how deeply she felt for someone she didn’t even know.

how a person looked never meant anything to her before now. but in these moments, the ones where she was able to catch a glimpse of anuiel’s face. he was gorgeous. ethereal. she could have completely stopped partaking in what they were doing if it meant she was able to just step back and watch him. but that would take away the best part - the part where she was the reason why. aejeong didn’t know what it would take, but she was ready to vow to make the angel moan until the end of time, just so she could observe it. witness the uncontained beauty of a fallen angel at the mercy of her own hands.

she’d definitely gotten too caught up in things, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as hips rode him, bottom lip caught between teeth harshly in concentration, silencing the moans that bubbled in her throat. the change of position seized aejeong by surprise, an audible gasp escaping sharply from her lips. landing with her back pressed against the couch, anuiel still inside of her, her spine arched. she was quickly becoming shameless with her moans, no longer making an attempt to play cool and act koi. aejeong was very sure by now that he got the idea, that so as long as they were together in these moments no one else existed to her.

and his words. the sweetest words an angel could utter to something as dark and made of sin like herself. anuiel needed her. she needed to need him, whatever it took. aejeong would go to great lengths to please him, give him anything he wanted. even at the cost of her pride. even if it meant giving herself up. she would. wholeheartedly. aejeong would only be his if that made me happy. because it would make her euphoric.

her finger nails dug into anuiel’s back. unable to hold herself back, this would be the only time aejeong would ever hurt him. legs tightened around his waist as his speed picked up, encouraging it. the combination of her body’s natural responses to pleasure and the way her heart was ready to climb out of her chest, aejeong was lost for words. she could have said many things, she could have said one. but instead the demon had to opt for moaning into anuiel’s lips with desperation that was almost embarrassing.

the familiar feeling of a climax building in the pit of her stomach grew. it was as though gasoline was filling inside of her and anuiel was holding a match. at any moment she could have burst into flames. hips raised up to meet his. aejeong only pulled away from his lips to bury her face into the side of anuiel’s neck. she panted out soft moans, teeth biting down into the flesh available to her. nails dug further into anuiel’s shoulder blades, perhaps drawing blood. it was the last thing on her mind as all of a sudden, an orgasm ripped through her vessel.

aejeong couldn’t help but to throw her head back, chest subsequently rising up off the couch in a perfect arch. a string of moans uttered from her lips shamelessly. her body tensed around anuiel, bringing him down closer into her. hips jerked up desperately and erratically. messy. it was oh so messy, but so right. without sounding insane, aejeong would have described the feeling as being out of body.

she couldn’t say or think anything coherent, instead there was only one thing. him. the end of her orgasm was topped with the sweet song of his name being moaned out with purpose. she wanted him to know that although everything she felt was inside of her, the only thing on her mind was him. anuiel has consumed every thought and every action. aejeong was absolutely consumed by him. willingly.

and despite being done, despite skin glistening with sweat, chest pounding and lungs desperate for air. the heel of her foot pressed carefully into the small of anuiel’s back. encouraging him deeper, harder. it wasn’t entirely selfish, despite being overly sensitive with the strong possibility of achieving a second orgasm. it was more so for anuiel. to get him where she was. her chest and fell dramatically as she tried to catch her breath, but it didn’t stop aejeong from finding his lips again. kissing him deeply, lovingly. the kind of kiss that told the other person you were going to take care of them. and she didn’t even pull away to speak. not having closeness in its entirety with anuiel, even the thought of it, was agonising. “i’m all yours. only yours. you own me.” the words were muttered enough for him to hear. almost a whisper, definitely a promise. she needed anuiel to make her his. lay his claim.

[myjoys]

Yeri -PSYCHO 

[wo-oz-moved]

Yeri // Psycho MV

[mulmishimae-deactivated20250430]

Yeri ♡ 200104

[redvelvetcult]

The ReVe Festival’ Finale -  Yeri Teasers (Day and Studio Ver.)

[zolust]

hell raising 🔪 aejeong & anuiel.

[zolust]

anuuiel‌:

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   to have kept her patience even until now, with how badly aejeong craved anuiel, was an achievement in itself. she often sought out sex for three reasons: to feed off of lust, to kill or to pleasure herself. she was a true believer that sex was closest thing that mortals had to something holy. the state of euphoria when climax was reached was the only thing a demon like herself could amount to bliss, true happiness. sex was perhaps the one thing the demon believed mortals had over her own kind. it was this way of thinking that often lead aejeong to rush things, to be impatient. not desperate or needy, but determined, when she was having sex for recreational purposes. 

however, these circumstances created a forth reason for why a sin demon would pursue sex. intimacy. connection. communication. chemistry. it was more than lust or want that drove her in these moments shared with anuiel, but it was something of a completely different nature. unfamiliar, but intuitive. as uncomfortable as the term was to use or even think about, the way in which every action had purpose and meaning made this as close as something incapable of the emotion could get to making love. 

aejeong almost hadn’t heard him speak her name past the first syllable because of how loudly her heart began to beat in her chest, shaking her rib cage and pounding in her ears. simply hearing someone call her by her real name, especially affectionately, especially him, was just as good as anything they’d done to one another leading up to that very moment. 

the need to have him close to her poured into the kiss. bare chests pressed together but it still wasn’t enough. all she wanted in that moment was to be wholeheartedly consumed by anuiel, devoured until there was nothing left. give him everything and leave herself with nothing. it was a new found sense of neediness. not to feel pleasure or release of frustrations, not to seek ecstasy. but the need to make a statement. to be vulnerable. to have intimacy beyond physical touch. to want and be wanted. 

she kissed anuiel until she felt light headed. until there was no other choice but to pull away if only to gasp for air. even then, her reluctance was painfully clear. in the way she softly bit down on his flushed bottom lip, drawing back with it caught between teeth. releasing, only to catch a breath and plant a softer kiss onto soft lips. kisses began their path down his chin, then the curve of his jaw, the hollow of his neck - warm, lingering and wet. 

the energy of aejeong’s actions had flipped now, being less vulgar and driven with new motive. a hand slipped down his bare chest, fingers softly outlining all of the ridges and canyons of anuiel’s stomach until stopping promptly between the two of them. a delicate hand wrapped around the base of his member, not withdrawing from the kisses being placed carefully onto his warm skin as her position adjusted.

lips had made their way back up to anuiel’s ear, nose being tickled softly by his hair as aejeong carefully lowered herself, pushing him inside of her. she wasn’t shy about the moan that was breathed hotly into his ear. there was something about him that made even the way she reacted softer. the girl had lowered herself until there was no more to take in. she’d sat for a brief moment, acclimating herself with the new sensation before the slow roll of her hips came uninvited. 

aejeong’s hand moved quickly to take to his hair, fingers tangling between locks as she desperately found something to keep herself grounded. her hips moved at an agonisingly slow rhythm to begin with, perhaps savouring the feeling of him. as the rhythm at which she moved began to pick up slightly, her face moved from the place near his ear to look at anuiel. now she was the one studying his face, taking a mental photo of every small detail. not wanting to forget this very moment. she spoke in what was a mixture of a moan and a whisper, almost struggling to say it. “i want you to say my name.” despite it being difficult to say, it was obvious she was sure of the request, gaze unmoving and the movement of her hips as steady as ever. maybe a little too much, the small surge of excitement causing her to speed up just enough to be noticable.

[monoka]

yerimese 🌼

[myjoys]

Yeri -PSYCHO 

[leaderirene]

[redvelvetcult]

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[zolust]

hell raising 🔪 aejeong & anuiel.

[zolust]

anuuiel‌:

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   the way in which anuiel was eager to comply to her silent commands - suggestions is what aejeong would call them to humble herself - made her wonder just how different this was to other occasions, perhaps not only for her but for him as well. there was more to their actions than the intention to pleasure or tease. she would never know if it were the same for him but aejeong would later look back and realize herself long after everything was said and done, that each one of her actions and reactions came with a bold statement. pulling him up to kiss her, deepening the kiss almost at the exact moment that their lips had met was her subconsciously saying ‘i like you.’

the parting of her lips, the invitation for his tongue, the breathless moan that crawled out of her throat and into their kiss said, ‘just like that.’ that’s what she wanted. any kind of friction was good friction. aejeong had wondered the earth moving from human to human, always knowing what they wanted but never meeting someone who knew exactly how to do what she wanted until now. she was so accustomed to always having to guide, to adjust. it was the first time in the span of her demon life that she didn’t have to worry about that, instead she could lay back, fingernails sinking into the grooves of anuiel’s broad shoulders.

their connection at this point was something else than just sexual and intimate, perhaps instinctual. natural. his hand moving between the two of them, landing between her legs caused the demon to gasp sharply into his lips. the whine that arose into the air from her chest as a result of both him slipping his fingers easily into her and pulling away from the kiss was much unlike aejeong. however, much more in character was the way she threw her own hand down, wrapping tightly around the wrist of the hand that worked fingers steadily inside of her. she didn’t stop him, nor did she try and take control. it was more to brace herself, but to also say, ‘don’t stop.’

it was obvious she was trying to keep herself contained, however it was more and more obvious even to aejeong that she was slowly but surely becoming putty in anuiel’s hands. despite this, the lust demon was so very stubborn. even in the face of what she was starting to suspect was her maker. despite the moans, the tightening of her grip around his wrist, the way her hips twitched into him sporadically.. aejeong still looked him in the eye and lied in response to his words. composure was far gone, but with what little that remained all she could say was: “don’t make promises you can’t keep.” however, everything else in that very moment told anuiel otherwise. it was obvious what she meant to say was: ‘i’m begging you to keep that promise.’

him pulling away from her fully now made aejeong curse under her breath. she knew it was for the best, that it was better to draw things out and savour every moment they spent together because she really wasn’t sure if there would be a time she would wander back to anuiel. but fuck. the frustration she felt soon faded away as her eyes caught what he was doing. she almost wanted to reach out, slow him down just a little. but she also understood the urgency. the two perhaps wanted each other a little too much, were becoming a little too impatient by trivial things like clothing. the demon ended up forgetting about it anyway at the sight of him, more so when he shifted his body and moved off the couch.

she sat up immediately, scooting to the edge of the couch, obliging to his touch and spreading her legs almost automatically. it was instinct that lead her hands to mess themselves up in his dark hair. it was something else entirely that made her do gently. this action said, ‘i like you too much to be rough’ or perhaps, ‘you look great between my legs.’ these were all things she was too proud to say out loud. she wanted so badly to watch him, thinking there was something poetic in the way he worked, but something grew in her chest and spilled out of her lips in response to his tongue. a moan. a tilt of the head. the flutter of eyelashes on top of cheeks. fingers balling into fists in hair. hips lifting desperately off of furniture.

aejeong could have easily let herself go everywhere in that moment. it could have ended there with the messy rise and fall of her hips. it turned out she still had some self control left deep inside her. hands moved to anuiel’s shoulders, using whatever force she could muster to push him away from her despite her body screaming otherwise. she managed to get to her feet, pulling him up to do the same. in that moment she could have done many things, but instead she looked up at him and spoke with purpose.

“my name is aejeong.” the words came out more like a pant, perhaps impatiently and maybe a little anxiously. any discomfort she felt sharing her name with him was immediately suppressed when she turned the two of them so he stood where she was, then the girl pushed him to sit back down. aejeong then came down next, moving quickly to straddle his lap. hands cupped his cheeks, rather softly for a sin demon, as she leaned in to kiss him. she stopped for a moment, if not to glance into his eyes and whisper, “you’re a god.” it was all she could think of to describe what it was like to witness him in that very moment, or any moment from the second she laid her eyes on him. only then did she kiss him, perhaps a little toned down now. deep and with a specific meaning that in all honesty she would deny.

[irxne]

yeri - psycho

[ayoshidae-deactivated20200610]

bad boy, yeri 

[dimplesjae]

send me your female bias and i’ll make you a gifset:

yeri for @jiminnight ♡

[zolust]

hell raising 🔪 aejeong & anuiel.

[zolust]

anuuiel‌:

          it was as though everything was intent on moving in slow motion, as though he were merely a spectator. and perhaps he was, as he trapped her between the wall and his own figure, veins bulging under lust and adrenaline, only spiking the more she tempted him. and god, was it hard to fight against it, could only fall deeper into it, head first, under he was drowning. he felt things deeper this way, fell a little too deeply into other people’s desires, through a simple click of the fingers. a slave to torment, almost.

          and the more she reciprocated his touch, the deeper he felt. as though locked under a spell with no possible way of breaking free, could only accept the consequences and rid himself of chains that would otherwise keep him back. even when the demon had rid him of his shirt, ran her fingers over bumps and ridges, it was enough to send him spiralling. perhaps the first time he’d be able to relinquish himself of self-control, with someone who personified the very sin he was guilty of. 

          though he couldn’t hold back the sharp growl that came in line with her last statement. perhaps he wanted her too badly, was perhaps besotted despite everything. it mattered little in that moment, didn’t want to cast aside a second to deliberate over it. instead pushed his lips against hers. he was slow in movement, though delivered deeply, as he lifted her back up, wrapped her legs around his waist, if only to carry her to the couch in the centre of the room. 

          only when he was in the midst of dropping her on the surface of the furniture, did he release her from his kiss, towering over her. instead, his lips took to finding her neck, gentle in their approach at first, though rough the longer he spent there. teeth bit into skin, if only to use his lips to suck brightly coloured marks into porcelain. he wasn’t fond of sharing, wasn’t a lover of others thinking they could have what he’d deemed his. thus came his first act of possession.

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   having a sudden rush of hunger aimed towards her after the words she spoke hung in the air between them for no more than a few seconds, sent aejeong on a high. sex was a pleasure for her but was more so a gateway for her to feed off of lustful energy. however, there was something about how anuiel held himself and carried out his actions when driven by lust that consumed her and disregarded her regular intentions completely. she wanted him for nothing else but for herself. and the way the demon returned the kiss communicated that overwhelming feeling perfectly.

not to mention the irony that surrounded their current situation. if aejeong had a moment to think about it, she would probably laugh at how things panned out. an angel being tempted by a demon, then the two of them relishing in sin together. hell, if she had more than a second to cast a cohesive thought, she’d be overwhelmed with excitement. later she would look back on this occasion fondly as one of the peaks of her time as a demon. 

she’d almost vocally protested to anuiel breaking the kiss, however her voice was locked in her throat when his lips found her neck. fingers impulsively reached for his hair where they twisted themselves throughout his locks. head tilted back against the couch to expose her neck further, encouraging him as eyelids fluttered shut in response to the sensation. it felt as though all of her oxygen was trapped in her chest until a familiar hullabaloo caused aejeong to gasp softly. she could already feel a bruise forming on her neck where his mouth worked broke the sensitive skin.

feeling herself become suddenly needy for whatever anuiel had planned next for her and increasingly wet, aejeongs fingers tightened their grip on his hair, her second hand coming to set itself on one of his shoulders, coaxing him to continue his journey down her body. when he’d reached behind her, she obliged by simply arching her back off of the couch, every motion begging without words. as his lips continued their vendetta to drive her insane, aejeong’s response was the parting of her lips and the release of a soft, breathy moan. 

she could tell that anuiel had a grudge against her that he was slowly digging in to. and yet she couldn’t allow herself to be too frustrated by it, instead she enjoyed it in ways beyond words. the demon squirmed beneath his touch, eagerly raising her hips towards him as a final silent plea for him to remove her last article of clothing. when she opened her eyes, aejeong just so happened to meet his gaze. all she could do was let out a dry chuckle. her grip in his hair softened, pushing his hair back off of his forehead to admire the sight in its entirety. 

“you’re enjoying this too much.” it was quite obvious that she was distracted as she spoke, if not by his lips then by his hands. “i’m going to make you regret this.” aejeong promised, finger hooking underneath his chin to move him back up to her, to catch his lips onto hers. another hand moved to rest on the back of his neck, pulling him down into her to the point where it was flesh against flesh. legs moving to lazily wrap themselves around his hips, digging one of her heels carefully into the curve of his back, encouraging him to bring his hips down into hers. her body spoke more in a way of suggestion than a question.

[zolust]

hell raising 🔪 aejeong & anuiel.

[zolust]

anuuiel‌:

          “oh? you haven’t tried to gut me yet, despite not knowing me. so i think there’s a little bit of something in that empty heart of yours.” spoken in jest, though with a hint of half truth. anuiel could only make assumptions based on the time the two presently spent together. he had a feeling the demon would otherwise oppose to him psychoanalysing her, even if to purely garner a better understanding of the way she worked. all demons were different, after all. though most intolerable, aejeong seemed to be one of the few he could actually stand to be around.

          the fallen angel couldn’t help but put deep thought into the offer, though. it wouldn’t hurt to relieve himself of some restrictions cast upon him through living here. and as much as he’d love to do it himself, his past nature prevents him from threatening innocents, no matter how much he’d long to. virtues had a funny way of holding back his potential. “i’m not going to turn down an offer like that. i’ll let you know when. like i said, i’d like to watch.” spoken matter-of-factly, the intention behind his wills and wants kept secret for the time being. he had a feeling she’d be able to piece it all together either way.

          though he couldn’t help himself thereafter. couldn’t continue with his usual gait, nor act. could only stand there, staring, watching as if he wasn’t frustrated to the extent he was. slow steps were taken to almost follow the demon around, observe as if through fascination, arms crossed behind his back in order to reign in what little self-control he had left. though the stiffness to his jaw was enough of an indicator, the way his eyes were edging towards darkness, he wasn’t the hardest to read when he was struggling against his better nature.

          it was the last question that caused him to stop. arms dropped, and he almost instantly turned to face her, as if an obedient pup hellbent on pleasing. to an extent, that was exactly what he was. his actions that followed told a different tale, however, perhaps mimicking the notion of someone being held under a spell, beyond their own control. 

          hands were quick to relinquish her hold of her clothing, forcing them to fall to the floor, all while using the momentum of his grip to slide his arms down to her thighs, otherwise picking her up from the ground. “like i said, you’re a fucking minx,” the angel had started, pushing her back against the wall. “what’re you looking at getting from me? because i’ll admit, your methods are working. i want you.” whispered words spoken against her neck, the closer he leaned in to utter them. and his wavering control was made all the more obvious, through laboured breath.

   “if that’s the case, it sounds like we’d be seeing a lot more of each other than i originally anticipated.” aejeong mused, seeming rather fond of the idea. truthfully, it was in her nature to simply spend the night with another and then never see them again. but there was something about anuiel that peaked her interest, that at least made her consider crawling back to him time and time again on his beckon and call. it was a power that very little people had over her - she’d rather die than allow him to find that out. but she was sure that over time, it may become a little obvious that her attraction to him went further than just one night and was bordering a crush.

it was obvious that aejeong had no intentions of putting up a fight against him. when he pushed the clothing out of her arms, she only obliged and allowed them to be discarded on the floor. she saw a glimmer of something in anuiel’s eye that was enough to send shiver down her spine. she didn’t know how else to describe how she was feeling besides considering it as close as the human description of butterflies in her stomach.

she expected somethig from the fallen angel, but nevertheless was surprised by his actions. being lifted and pressed against the wall took the air out of her lungs. having him speak into her neck only made the demon struggle not to let out a soft moan. a hand instinctively moved to tangle her fingers delicately in anuiel’s hair while the other found itself creeping beneath the hem of the shirt on his back. his words only brought a large smirk to her lips.

“truthfully, that’s all that i want.” aejeong admitted, feeling her heart beat hard against her ribcage. it was almost as though she was a mixture of nerves and pure lust for him. she delicately nudged him away from her neck so she look the angel in the eye. the hand beneath his shirt moved to trace along his waist whilst the seemed to run through his locks affectionately.

the sin demon was no stranger to being straightforward when the moment came. she noticed that others responded well when she was honest with them about what she wanted. however only circling the idea with anuiel and leaving everything to his own interpretation was exhilarating. but aejeong was growing tired of playing games. both her hands dropped to the hem of his shirt and lifted it up and off his body. she couldn’t help but stare at his bare torso, fingers reaching out and tracing the lines of his stomach softly.

“the only thing i want from you is you.” the girl decided, now meeting his eyes with her set, doe-eyed as she gazed at the man she was becoming increasingly captivated by. “i want you to show me how bad you want me.”