KönigsLuv

Almost everyone in the firm was out tonight, gathered in this cramped little bar, clinking glasses together with bright smiles and renewed motivation to keep up the good work. The atmosphere buzzed with energy and relief. 

Even Higuruma was here, he of whom who rarely was a 'party' guy, who usually slipped away from these gatherings with some excuse about paperwork or an early morning. Though not as enthusiastic as the others, not laughing or chatting loudly like some of the younger associates, a small smile graced his handsome face when someone congratulated him.

You in particular, even though it had been a joint case. 

"We haven't beaten the system yet." Higuruma said into the rim of his glass as he looked to you sitting beside him, his dark eyes meeting yours with that familiar weight of reality.

You let out a dramatic sigh, throwing your head back slightly for effect, "And there he goes, eager to bring down the mood of our amazing victory." you said in a sarcastic tone, though there was no real bite to it. A huff of something- maybe amusement?- escaped his nose, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"I wasn't being pessimistic, you know." he responded with a low hum, turning his body towards you a bit, angling himself so his knee almost brushed against yours. 

The two of you sat in a booth tucked away in the corner, nursing soju and beer mixed in a single glass, watching the celebration unfold around you.

A dangerous combination, that drink...

"Oh really?" you drawl, a small almost teasing smile creeping onto your face as you tilted your head to look at him properly, "When is the great Hiromi Higuruma not pessimistic? When does he ever see the glass as half full?"

"Hmm, only when I know we'll win. Which is most of the time." he tapped two fingers against the sticky table in front of you both, the surface marked with ring stains from countless glasses over the years. 

"Yet we rarely do." you mumbled, looking off to see one of your colleagues babbling loudly about some after party that probably wouldn't take place, his words already starting to slur together. The poor guy could barely stand straight.

"Yet we rarely do." Higuruma repeated with a small nod before taking a sip of his drink. 

"Conviction rates are still horrible." he added after a minute of comfortable silence, pouring more soju into his glass with a steady hand. The clear liquid splashed against the sides. 

You raised an eyebrow, watching him fill it nearly to the brim.

Was he trying to get black-out drunk? That would be a first.

"They always have been, you know that." you set your glass down on the table with a soft clink and he clicks his tongue in response, a sound of frustration or maybe resignation. His jaw tightened slightly, and you could see that familiar tension creeping back into his shoulders despite the celebration happening all around you both.

"Still, we should keep working hard for each client we get. Most of them are innocent, but if a crime happens, the system makes sure that someone gets punished and locked away, guilty or not." Higuruma said quietly, his voice barely rising above the ambient noise of the pub. 

He swirled his drink around in lazy circles, watching the liquid catch the dim overhead lights.

You stared at him, your eyes tracing the tired lines etched into his face. You understood all too well the mental toll these difficult cases were causing him, the way they ate away at his idealism bit by bit. 

The weight of defending people in a system designed to crush them was visible in every weary gesture he made. No wonder he was drinking like a fish tonight.

You then shook your head, determined to lift the heavy mood that had settled over your corner booth. 

Putting a smile on your face and lifting your glass for a cheers, you said, "Enough work talk. Lighten up, Higuruma. This case," you leaned close, close enough that he could probably count your eyelashes if he wanted to, a smirk quirking your lips upward, "is one to go down in the books. We actually won this time."

Higuruma's eyes met yours, and something in his manner shifted. His dark eyes briefly glanced down to your throat, then lower to your collarbone which was slightly exposed because of your blouse and the angle he was peering down from. 

The top button had come undone sometime during the night- you hadn't noticed, but he certainly had. Nothing on his face showed the slight tingle that sparked in his lower abdomen, the warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol.

"Right," he said, snapping his gaze back to your face perhaps a bit too quickly, clearing his throat, "Cheers." He clinked his glass against yours with a soft chime and you both took a big sip, the burn of the alcohol familiar and almost comforting at this point.

As the night buzzed on, so did the drinks. They kept coming, glasses getting refilled by an attentive server who seemed to appear whenever they were needed, the alcohol being the main reason that made the pub a bit more rowdy than what was probably allowed. 

Laughter got louder, voices got higher, inhibitions got lower.

A lot lower.

You and Higuruma talked about other things, the two of you existing in your own little world in the booth while the celebration raged around you. He noticed that your words tumbled out a little more slurred than what they had been at the start of the night. It made his already fuzzy brain wander to endless possibilities, thoughts he normally kept locked away behind professional courtesy.

He had always found you attractive. That was normal though, he told himself. You were a good-looking woman, so of course he thought what men long before him already had. It didn't mean anything special.

It wasn't helping that you were so close right now, leaned into him so he could hear you over the background noise of clinking glasses and drunken conversations. Your breath smelled of alcohol, sweet and sharp at the same time, and he was certain his did too. 

Not that he minded at all.

"Yeah.. I get that.." he murmured in response to whatever you said, nodding along. They were filler words, automatic responses. He wasn't paying attention at all to the actual content of your story.

Instead, his tired eyes were more focused on something way more interesting- no offense to you and whatever you were saying, but it was your thighs. 

You were wearing a pencil skirt that cut off at your knees, standard office wear, and damn if it wasn't messing with him. Every time you shifted your legs, whether crossing or uncrossing them over one another, the skirt shifted up just a little bit higher. 

He could see more of your thighs now than he had an hour ago.

"N' then, I swear, I swear, he threatened to phone the landlord as if he hadn't complained enough about it like four times before." you droned on through a slur, your words running together as you waved your hand around without much care, nearly knocking over your glass in the process.

"What a jackass.." Higuruma mumbled under his breath, the words coming out rougher than he intended. He paused for just a moment before slowly, subtly, letting his hand drift toward you. 

His fingers made contact with the side of your knee, the touch so light it could have been accidental. He glanced up to your face, searching for any reaction, but you didn't seem to notice what he was doing, or maybe you just didn't care enough to say anything about it.

You only continued to ramble on and on about your nosy neighbor, your words getting more animated as you recalled each annoying interaction.

"Why don't you file a complaint in response?" he asked, his voice steady even as his knuckles lightly ran over the slight curve of your knee. 

The movement was slow but gentle, testing the waters.

"Psh- I'm annoyed sure, but m' not petty like he is. It would only cause more problems." you dismissed the idea entirely, waving your hand in the air before reaching for your drink and taking another long swig from it. The alcohol burned pleasantly down your throat.

"Hmm." he only hummed with a slight nod, his eyes glancing back down to where his hand rested on your knee. He decided to grow bolder, to push things a little further.

To hopefully get across a more important matter he wanted to tend to, something that had nothing to do with neighbors or complaints or anything work-related.

His hand fully slid onto your knee, his palm now covering it completely as he leaned closer to you. The space between you was next to nothing. 

"You can't just not do anything.." he said quietly, his voice dropping to a lower register as he looked back to your face with slightly darkened eyes. 

Your lips parted to respond, the words forming in your mind, but you paused when you felt his warm hand gently squeeze your knee before moving an inch higher up your leg. The pressure was firm but not aggressive, laden a clear statement of intent.

"..Well," you blinked, your brain trying to catch up with what was happening. You swallowed thickly, your throat suddenly dry despite all the alcohol you'd been drinking, before shrugging in an attempt to seem casual, "I might if it gets to a point where he's just straight up harassing me. I'm a lawyer, I know the limit." you said with a bit of a nervous laugh that didn't quite sound natural.

"You know the limit?" Higuruma raised an eyebrow, his expression curious. "And.. what's the limit?" he asked.

His fingers moved up higher, slipping under the hem of your skirt just an inch. The touch sent a jolt through you. You had a strong feeling this 'limit' thing he was talking about wasn't regarding your neighbor anymore, if it ever had been.

"It's.." you trailed off, your thoughts scattering as you inhaled a soft breath through your parted lips. His hand had turned inward, and now his fingers pressed against the inside of your leg, the touch more intimate and purposeful. The heat from his palm seeped into your skin.

Yet you didn't push him away. 

You didn't tell him to stop or move his hand or ask him what the hell he thought he was doing.

Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins, lowering your defenses.

Or maybe it was the tension that had been building between the two of you ever since you started working together all those years ago.

"..You're drunk," you muttered, keeping your head tilted forward and down to watch his hand move higher on your thigh. A pleasant and familiar warmth spread from your stomach down to your underwear, pooling there and making you shift slightly in your seat.

"A bit." Higuruma responded in a quiet voice, his own body reacting to the situation. His suit slacks grew tight, the fabric straining against him in a way that was becoming uncomfortable. 

"Aren't you?" he asked, turning the question back on you.

"A bit." you admitted, finally looking up from his hand to his face. His eyes were lidded, heavy with arousal and alcohol and something else you couldn't quite name.

You couldn't help but think he looked really fucking good right now, with his tie loosened and his hair slightly mussed and that look in his eyes.

"you're soft.." he murmured, his voice almost reverent as he slowly moved his hand up until his fingers grazed your upper inner thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat, your stomach twisting with anticipation, and you found yourself looking around to see if anyone was perhaps looking over at the two of you.

No one was. 

Everyone was too caught up in their own celebrations and conversations.

You didn't know what to say as you steadily grew warmer and more aroused, the heat building between your legs. So your eyes only trailed down to his own situation, and no surprise, he was tenting. You could see the line of him in his pants... thick.

"Higuruma..." you warned in a whisper, though your voice lacked any real conviction.

"I think we're close enough that you could call me by my first name," he said in a low tone. His face moved closer to yours, just above your ear now. He breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of your hair- something floral mixed with the faint smell of the pub's atmosphere and your own natural scent.

His mouth watered.

"maybe too close..." you mumbled under your breath, the words barely audible over the noise of the pub around you. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of internal debate, you reached down with your hand and grabbed his wrist, your fingers wrapping around it firmly.

His hand stopped moving immediately, freezing in place on your upper thigh. He waited, his breath held, expecting you to pull his hand away from you entirely, to put an end to whatever this was between you.

You didn't.

You just held his wrist there, your grip neither pushing him away nor pulling him closer.

Higuruma felt a surge of excitement rush through him at that realization, his pulse quickening, "..don't tell me you oppose." he said quietly.

Once again, you swallowed hard, your throat working as you tried to process what was happening and what you were allowing to happen. Hesitantly, slowly, you released his wrist, your fingers sliding away from his skin. 

The muscle in his jaw twitched and feathered with tension. This was almost too good to be true, wasn't it? 

You wanted this just as badly as he did, didn't you?

As his fingers finally made contact with your underwear, which was shamefully damp against his touch, you reached out with a slightly trembling hand and carefully grabbed your drink from the table in front of you. You glanced around the pub warily once more, your eyes scanning the crowd to make sure no one was paying attention to what was happening in your booth, before you took a slow sip of your drink.

The both of you sat there in heavy silence, the only sounds between you being the heavy breathing that neither of you could quite control and the occasional quiet gasp that escaped from your lips despite your best efforts. 

His middle finger moved slowly up and down against the damp fabric, the motion teasing. He was careful not to use his wrist too much, keeping his movements small and subtle to prevent any obvious motion that could turn heads or draw unwanted attention from the others.

You sat there, your legs spreading only slightly wider to give him better access, your eyes fluttering closed every few seconds as you tried your absolute best not to look down at what was happening beneath the table. 

The alcohol flowing through your system was making it easier to let this happen, to not overthink it. 

It was overriding both of your better judgments thankfully- or maybe not thankfully, because this was probably not a good idea at all.

Definitely not.

"..you're wet.." Higuruma murmured directly into your hair, his breath hot against your scalp as he circled his finger right where he suspected your clit was located beneath the thin, soaked fabric. He must have been right on target judging by the way your thighs twitched in response to the pressure.

Your face burned even hotter than before, and this time it definitely wasn't from the liquor you'd been drinking.

And then it grew so much worse.

"Think you can cum with so many people around...?" he whispered, his voice dripping with something dark and hungry.

You could almost hear the hunger in his tone, the raw desire that dripped from every syllable.

So you grabbed his wrist again, humiliation striking you like a truck. The heat of embarrassment flooded through your veins as you halted his movements, and he inhaled sharply before glancing around the crowded bar.

"Don't- no more." you say quickly, breathless.

Higuruma narrows his eyes then glances around, taking in the scene. The other patrons were lost in their own conversations, oblivious to what had just transpired beneath the table. 

Yes... it was quite frustrating. He was just beginning to enjoy himself, just starting to feel the thrill of pushing boundaries.

Nevertheless, he slides his hand out from under your skirt, his fingers trailing against your inner thigh one last time. His expression was carefully blank as he grabbed his drink and downed it as if he had all the time in the world, as if nothing had happened at all.

You were sitting there, face flushed, heart pounding from the risk of potentially getting caught doing something so... unlike you. Hell- unlike Higuruma. The man was usually so composed.

What has gotten into him??

"Come on." he suddenly said, getting out of the booth, but not before grabbing your wrist and pulling you with him. 

"Ah, Higuru- Hiromi?" you corrected yourself, eyes widening as he dragged you out of the establishment. Your legs felt shaky as you stumbled after him, trying to keep up with his determined pace.

The cool night air hit your flushed skin as he pulled you around the corner, into a dimly lit alley between buildings. Before you could even process what was happening, your body was pressed against the rough brick wall.

"Fuck, you gotta be quiet..." he groaned into your ear as his hand clamped over your mouth. Your fingers dug into the brick wall of the alley he currently had you pressed against, searching for purchase, for something to ground yourself.

"mmph—" your eyes threatened to roll back as he rolled his hips into you from behind. You were so full and dizzy. 

His cock was sliding in and out of your tight, wet hole, your skirt bunched up just above the curve of your ass. The fabric was twisted in his other hand as he held it out of the way.

"so fuckin' tight... shit, you feel so good, you know that?" his breath was hot against your ear as a particular thrust of his cock made your knees wobble. 

You could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein as he moved inside you.

He was so deep in your cunt, and it felt amazing. 

Pleasure buzzed throughout your entire body, from your fingertips to your toes and especially in your pussy. Stuffed full of his cock, something you had wanted for longer than you cared to admit. All those late nights at the office, all those stolen glances, all that tension had led to this moment.

You moan filthy against his hand and your wet spittle drips onto the concrete as he rocked your body into the wall. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass practically echoed in the alleyway, something that made Higuruma's blood burn. The sound was obscene, dirty, and absolutely perfect.

He was fucking you out in the open. Filthy, in some alley, like a whore. 

Anyone could walk by. 

Anyone could see. 

The thought should have terrified you, but instead it only made you wetter.

His breath is hot and wet against the side of your neck as he pants like some dog in heat. Your cunt is drooling at this point, coating his shaft in glistening bliss and mixing with his pre. 

You couldn't keep up. You could hardly breathe. All you knew was that he was fucking you stupid and the slight pain in your chest from them being pressed hard against the brick felt so right. 

His hand, wet from your saliva, slid from your mouth and he tightly gripped your hip.

"Hiromi-" you gasped out, finally able to speak, your voice cracking with need.

"again," he growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hip hard enough to leave marks. "want to hear my name while I'm buried inside you."

If you weren't so out of it, you'd be bewilderment by how filthy he was being.

"Hiromi- fuck, 'romi-" you whimpered, your walls clenching around him as another wave of pleasure crashed through you.

He groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him, his hips stuttering for just a moment before he regained his rhythm. His free hand snaked around your body, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight circles that made you see stars.

"..that's it," he murmured against your neck, his lips brushing your skin. "feel how hard you make me?"

You could only nod frantically, words escaping you as he continued his assault on your senses. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you, and every circle of his fingers on your clit sent shocks through your body.

The brick was rough against your palms, scraping your skin, but you didn't care. The slight sting only added to the overwhelming sensations flooding your body. You pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more.

"greedy little thing," he chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. "...can't get enough, can you?"

Oh he was plastered.

"no- need more, please-" you begged shamelessly, all thoughts of propriety long gone.

Higuruma's response was to angle his hips differently, hitting even deeper, making you cry out into the night. His hand quickly returned to your mouth, muffling the sound.

"shh, remember where we are." he reminded you, though his own breathing was getting more ragged, more desperate. 

Your pussy clenched at his words, and he felt it, groaning low in his throat. The hand on your hip moved to grab your breast through your shirt, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

"close-" you managed to gasp against his palm. "m'so close-"

"yeah?.. gonna cum on my cock right here in this alley?" he asked, his voice strained. 

You nodded frantically, feeling the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. His fingers worked faster on your clit, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release.

With a raspy grunt that rumbled from deep in his chest, he slams his cock hard into you, the force of it making your entire body jolt forward. He uses this new leverage to fuck you like a man possessed, like something primal has taken over his usually controlled demeanor.

"shit!- Hiromi-" you cry while choking on a gasp, the sound strangled and desperate. Your eyes rolled back and so did your head, the overwhelming sensation making it impossible to focus on anything but the feeling of him pounding into you.

"so dirty, this is so hot.." he breathed, his voice rough and strained as he watched your ass ripple from every slap of his pelvis against the plush flesh. The sight was mesmerizing, hypnotic even.

 "haa.. you like that?" sweat beaded on his brow and trickled down his temple, and he wanted to unbutton some of his shirt to relieve some of the oppressive heat racking through his body, but his hands were literally glued to you. 

He couldn't let go even if he wanted to.

"like it- fuck, I like it-" you whine, your voice high and breathy. 

Your legs were trembling violently now, muscles quivering with the effort of keeping yourself upright. It felt like they were going to give out any minute, like you might just collapse right there in the alley.

"yea.. know you do.." he whispered to himself, the words barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin. Your pussy walls were clenching so deliciously around his cock, squeezing and fluttering in a way that made his head spin. His cock was throbbing inside of you, pulsing with each heartbeat, desperate for release that he was trying so hard to hold back.

He could tell you were close from the way your gasps and moans rose an octave, becoming more frantic and desperate. Your walls began fluttering around him in that telltale way, and he knew you were right on the edge.

"come on, cum on my cock- go on, nghh-" his eye twitched, teeth clenching hard enough to hurt as your orgasm finally ripped through your body. 

Thankfully, you didn't scream out, only choked out a strangled gasp and locked up completely. Your entire body went rigid as your pussy milked his cock for all it was worth, clenching and pulsing around him in waves.

"shit- shitshitshit-" he grunted through his teeth, the words coming out harsh and broken. He rutted through your orgasm, his hips moving on autopilot as he chased his own release. 

Then his own orgasm hit him like a freight train, stealing the breath from his lungs. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, leaving deep indents that would probably bruise later. His hips slowed to a grinding pace as his cockhead pushed his creamy seed deep into you, painting your insides white. 

He didn't want to waste a single drop on the concrete below. He wanted to fill you completely.

Your breathing was ragged and uneven, his heavy and labored, as he slumped against your back. The weight of him pressed you harder against the wall, and you almost collapsed under him, your legs finally giving out. But the wall was there to prevent that.

Your head was spinning, thoughts scattered and hazy in the aftermath. Every muscle in your body ached down to the bones, trembling with exhaustion and the lingering aftershocks of pleasure. 

"that was... stupid.." you say breathlessly, the words coming out between gasps for air.

"no one saw.." he replied quietly, his voice muffled against your shoulder. 

He closed his eyes as he pressed his forehead into your shoulder blade, trying to catch his breath and slow his racing heart.

"are you sure?" you say, worry creeping into your post-orgasm haze. 

Higuruma wasn't sure, not really. Not even close to sure, if he was being honest with himself. He had been too lost in his mind with fucking you, too consumed by the feeling of being inside you. 

The only thing on his mind had been your wet heat, the way you felt wrapped around him, the sounds you made. He wasn't exactly paying attention to the entrance of the alleyway for any onlookers who might have wandered past. For all he knew, someone could have seen everything.

It could be bad if anyone actually saw. He was a known lawyer for fuck's sake. But it was pointless to worry at this point.

"I'm sure." he lied smoothly, the words coming easily despite the uncertainty gnawing at him. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, soft and tender in contrast to the rough way he'd just taken you. 

Yeah.... so, he wasn't sure.

Not at all.

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"I'm not going to," you paused, cheeks flushing a deep pink that spread down your neck, "..to sit on your face... I don't know-" your voice came out uncertain.

The position seemed so vulnerable, so exposed in a way that made her heart race.

"I'm literally begging you right now," he said, his lips quirking down into an exaggerated frown due to your hesitation. His dark eyes looked up at you with such want it made your breath catch.

"I said I'd return the favor.. just let me," he pleaded, his thumbs drawing circles on your inner thighs.

Yoon-Ho's hands then slide up slowly and grab your ass firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls you up toward his face. He looks up at you with hungry eyes, watching as your pussy hovers tauntingly above his face.

He can see how wet you are from being so turned on from giving him head just minutes ago. Your arousal glistens in the dim light of your bedroom, and the sight makes his mouth water.

Without any more hesitation, he pulls your hips down onto his face eagerly, burying his tongue inside of her folds instantly and groaning at the first taste.

"mmph.." he lets out a deep groan upon delving his tongue into your wet heat, the sound muffled against your sex.

You tasted so good.

So much better than he ever could have thought or imagined. Sweet and tangy and so uniquely you. He could spend hours between your thighs and never get tired of it.

You weren't prepared to be pulled down onto his face so suddenly, but now that you were there, feeling his hot breath against your cunt, you reach down and grab at his hair with both hands.

"oh...nnghh," you whined, voice breaking on the sound. Your eyes shut tightly as you tug on the stands, using them as an anchor.

You then slowly began to move your hips in small circles, grinding your cunt on his face to get the most pleasure out of it as possible. The friction felt incredible, and you could feel yourself get wetter with each passing second.

Yoon-Ho moans loudly into your pussy, and the vibrations travel all the way to your tummy, making you shiver and gasp above him. His tongue works relentlessly, licking long stripes through your folds and sucking at your swollen clit before diving back inside of you to taste you more deeply.

He loves how you're grinding on his face shamelessly now; it turns him on even more knowing how desperate for pleasure you are, how you lost all of your earlier hesitation.

"holy fuckk.." you breathe out shakily, practically humping his face as you tremble above him. You bump your sensitive clip against his nose repeatedly, finding the perfect angle that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

The pressure is just right, and you can't help but chase the feeling.

Yoon-Ho hums loudly against your clit, the deep vibration making your legs shake uncontrollably on either side of his head. His strong arms wrap tightly around your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he devours you like a starving man who's finally found a feast.

He doesn't care that he can barely breathe. All that matters to him is making you feel good, making you fall apart above him. He suddenly sucks your clit hard into his mouth, creating a seal with his lips, and flicks it rapidly with the tip of his tongue in quick, precise movements.

You moan softly at first, then louder as the pleasure builds, your thighs shaking violently as you tugged harder on his hair. You know it must hurt, but he doesn't complain- if anything, he seems to like it, groaning against you in response.

One of your hands releases his hair and grabs the headboard as you leaned forward, needing something solid to hold onto. You sit fully on his face now while humping it without any shame, chasing your upcoming orgasm with single-minded focus.

"Yoon-Ho-" you gasp his name, your voice high and breathy, "-oh god, don't stop, please don't stop-"

Your words dissolving into incoherent whimpers and moans as he continues his assault on your pussy, finding every spot that makes you cry out, every angle that has you grinding down harder against his face.

He responds by doubling his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his grip on your thighs tightening until you're sure there will be marks tomorrow.

But you don't care.

All you care about is the heat building in your lower belly, the way your toes are curling near his shoulders into the bed, the way every nerve ending in your body seems to be on fire.

You're so close, teetering right on the edge, and you need just a little bit more to tip over into bliss.

And Yoon-Ho provides.

"o-oh shit!-" you cry, craning your neck back as waves of pleasure crash over you.

It felt so fucking good.

It was so warm, having his breath between your legs, his tongue working hard on you through your orgasm that made you see stars. The wet heat of his mouth as he licked and sucked at you like you were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted- it all overwhelmed your senses completely.

You'd always imagined oral sex would feel awkward or uncomfortable, but this? This was pure heaven.

Every stroke of his tongue sent electricity shooting thought your veins, making your whole body shake with need. You'd never thought you'd enjoy something as dirty as this, but hey, you learn something new everyday.

His eyes roll back as you ground yourself on his face, completely and totally lost in the sensation. He can feel your juices running down his chin and onto his chest, coating his skin with your arousal.

The mess turns him on even more, knowing how wet he's made you, how desperate you are for his dirty fucking tongue.

Yoon-Ho spreads your thighs wider with his arms, pushing them apart to give himself deeper access to your dripping pussy. His tongue fucks inside of you horribly, while his lips slurp aggressively on your swollen clit. He alternates between the two, never giving you a moment's rest, determined to have you gushing more and more and more allllll over his sexy face-

He then pulls away to breathe, eyes glazed and dark with desire, "I've always wanted to eat this fucking pussy.." he growls before evilly sliding his tongue through your slick folds just to feel you shiver and twitch.

The slow, teasing lick makes you gasp and arch your back.

Yoon-Ho glances up at your face, which is obstructed since your head was thrown back in pleasure. He grins wickedly, lifting his head to your cunt once more. He takes a moment to admire the view before him, his breath hot against your sensitive sex.

"tell me what to do," he breathes against your pussy, his lips brushing the wet lips as he speaks, giving it a smacking wet, open-mouthed kiss that makes your hips jerk.

"or just fuck my face, come on, pretty girl, fuck my face-" his voice is needy and muffled as he begs for it.

You whimpered, looking down at him and his stupid face between your legs.

You want to glare at him, want to wipe that smug look off of his face, but can't bring yourself to because of the humiliating sounds spilling from your lips without permission.

Your cheeks are flushed red with lust and a bit of embarrassment, but your brows pull together in silent determination.

He wanted you to fuck his face?

Fine, you'll do what he wants for once. You'll give him exactly what he's asking for.

You lean forward slightly, keeping one hand tangled in his dark orange hair and the other grabbing the headboard above you two for support. Your fingers grip the wood tightly, knuckles turning white.

You used him.

Humping and rolling your hips forward and back onto his face to get the release you so desperately craved from the hot tensions coiling in your tummy.

Yoon-Ho was groaning beneath you going lightheaded when you actually began fucking his face. His eyes even fluttered shut as you rode his tongue and nose with increasing speak. His tongue was working hard- lapping and licking and slurpin' and suckin' harder, harder, faster and faster.

You didn't even know, but he was jerking himself off in the moment behind her, his hand moving up and down his pulsing cock quickly with jerky movements to time his orgasm with yours. His cock was leaking profusely, throbbing in his tight fist, just begging to nut.

"Yoon-Ho! oh wait- just a little-" you whimpered, biting your lip hard enough to almost draw blood as you jerked your hips once, twice- thrice against his face before your climax hit you full force.

You choked out a loud gasp, entire body locking up and going rigid as your slick fluids gushed out onto Yoon-Ho's chin, dripping down his neck erotically.

But he didn't stop.

His tongue worked you through your orgasm despite his cock also bursting at the same time.

"f-fuck yeah- yeah.." he groaned into your cunt as his hips twitched up off the bed, hot spurts of his seed roping along his stomach in satisfying waves that left him breathless.

His abs were painted white with his sticky cum, the gooey seed pooling in the dips of his muscles.

He didn't stop licking and sucking at your swollen, pulsing pussy.

"oh! w-wait- stop, t-too much!-" you whined almost pathetically, pulling your hips off of his face in a shaky movement. Your thighs trembled from the effort as both of your hands go fumbling for the headboard to get away from the overstimulating pleasure that was making you see white.

"not so fast-" Yoon-Ho breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly, hooking his arms around your legs once more and yanking you back down with a throaty chuckle.

"I wanna try somethin'.." he says lowly while lifting his head from the pillows again and shoving his face between your thighs into your sex once again with renewed energy.

Don't be stupid.

He wasn't finished with you yet.

"I can't, Y-Yoon-Ho, I can't-" you blubbered, voice breaking, chest heading. The blissful pleasure was near painful, making you twitch violently over him and cling to the headboard like your life was at stake.

Tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes from how intense it all felt.

"shhhh..." the concentrated breath of his shush on your clit made you sob, eye twitching as you tried to regain a sense of self.

"wanna- mph.. yeah, wanna make you squirt on my fucking face like a good girl.." his growl is muffled, but you hear them clearly enough to make your face burn hotter through the haze in your head.

Somehow, his tongue moves with even more purpose, focused solely on your clit. Somewhen, two of his fingers push inside of you, curling up to press that sweet spot inside that made your vision blur. He pumps them in and out at a hasty pace, the sloppy squelching sounds filling the room and making you want to hide your face in humiliation.

You then froze completely over him, your entire body going rigid as you stared straight ahead at the wall in front of you. Your eyes were wide and unfocused, pupils dilated.

Your legs are shaking so badly that you don't even know how you're still holding yourself up. You blinked once, then twice, all thoughts leaving your silly little head in a rush.

The words he just spoke echoed in your head, bouncing around your skull as you tried to make sense of it.

Did.. Did you hear him right?

Was he serious?

There was no way he actually just said that to you, right???

Your hands clenched hard on the headboard, fingers digging into the wood with enough force to break- and a sudden, sharp loud crack! sound rang throughout the room.

You slowly looked down at him beneath you, murder clear in your eyes as Yoon-Ho peeked out from under your trembling thighs. His dark eyes immediately widened upon seeing your expression.

He knew he'd just fucked up, that he (might) have pushed a little too far with those words.

"...I am.. not.." you snarled out low and dangerous, your voice dropping to a threatening tone that sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. You grasped at the splintered wood, knuckles white, weighing the decision on whether or not to stab him with a large piece you could easily rip out.

Yeah, no.

There was absolutely no way in hell you were letting him overstimulate you to the point where you would squirt on his face.

You had just gotten comfortable sitting on his face after all that embarrassment and hesitation, so there was no fucking way you'd want to... gush all over him like some kind of...- 'perverted fountain.'

The very thought of that ever happening made you want to crawl into a whole and die.

The embarrassment might actually kill you.

Yoon-Ho slowly released your thighs from his hands, sliding them away carefully, "eh...?" he blinked up at you, his glistening lips quirking up in a nervous smile, "I wasn't- I'm not-" he started, stumbling over his words as he tried to seem as non-guilty as possible, as innocent as he could manage.

He totally gotten drunk on your taste he wanted more in the moment, just blurting out whatever came to his fucked-out mind.

An almost comical feeling of dread spread through his entire body like ice water in his veins as his stomach churned. Yet despite the slight fear of your wrath and how you might kill him, his cock stirred, hardening again already even though he'd just finished.

It wasn't fair at all.

You couldn't look at him like that, get angry at him while looking like that- all flushed and beautiful and naked above him- release your power like that, with dangerous energy crackling around you-

-and expect him not to feel anything about it!

It was the difference in your power and your feisty attitude that got him so obsessed with you in the first place! That made him want you so badly...

It just wasn't fair, because now he really wanted to see you overstimulated and completely wrecked.

"go jerk it yourself," you bit out sharply as you slid off of him with a tremble, still slightly dizzy from your previous intense orgasm that left you boneless.

Your legs felt like fucking jelly.

You glanced down to see his cock hard again, standing up against his stomach with an angry, flared tip- already leaking creamy drops of pre.

You almost scoff at the sight. Of course he was turned on by this.

Of course.

"wait-" Yoon-Ho reached over quickly, his hand snatching your waist and pulling you back into a spooning position before you could even get up from the bed, "pretty girl, c'mon.." he cooed softly against your skin, nuzzling his nose on the back of your neck and breathing in your scent like an addict.

He shifted his hips forward to rub his hard erection up against your ass, letting you feel how much he still wanted you.

"I'm sorry, yeah?.. I won't say anything like that again, I promise." he pressed a gentle kiss to your nape, eyes darkening with desire as he lifted his head an inch to glance at your side profile.

Anything to make you stay with him.

He'd say whatever you wanted to hear.

"I know your limits now," he murmured low in your ear, breath hot as he slid his hand up and down your waist in a soothing motion. His fingers traced patterns on your soft skin as he nudged his cock between your thighs from behind.

"just stay, don't go... I'll be good.." the last words came out as a pathetic groan as Yoon-Ho slowly slid his hips back and forward again, rutting against you like a dog in heat.

He couldn't help himself, couldn't stop his body from seeking your warmth.

Your eye twitched as you stared ahead at nothing, jaw clenched tight. You glanced down, watching his cockhead push through your plush thighs and peek out from between them, glistening with cum and other bodily fluids you two exchanged.

The sight was obscene and dirty and made something twist in your stomach.

You were still irritated at him for what he said, still wanted to punch him in his stupidly handsome face, but damn it.. he knew how to use his words to get what he wanted from you.

And his voice in your ear like that, all needy and desperate, was doing things to you that you didn't want to speak aloud.

Your body was betraying you again, responding to him even though your mind was still huffing and puffing. You could feel yourself getting wet again, could feel the heat pooling between your legs as he rutted against you.

Your breathing was getting heavier despite yourself, and you hated that he could affect you so easily. That he held so much power over her body.

"I won't put it inside.." Yoon-Ho whispered hoarsely in a lust-filled promise. Before you could even process what he'd said or even form any kind of response, his hot tongue dragged along the shell of your ear lazily, slowly, taking his sweet ass time as if he had all day to coerce you...

The wet warmth of it all made you shiver, goosebumps flooding your arms.

His hand was now drifting down between your legs slowly, teasingly, his fingertips trailing over your skin with feather-light touches that left you burning. Yoon-Ho licked his lower lip as he waited for your reaction, gauging whether you would stop and probably kill him, or just let him continue.

"just let me-" his middle finger suddenly tapped your clit, the touch light, and he smirked slyly to himself in satisfaction when he felt your entire body jolt at the contact, your hips jerking forward slightly.

"...pleaseee?" the word drawled from his lips, needy and wanting.

You awoke the next morning with a minor headache that pulsed behind your eyes, making you wince slightly as consciousness slowly returned to you. The dull throb was annoying but not unbearable.

Currently, you were practically being crushed by Yoon-Ho's weight, his larger body pressing against yours as you lay flat on your back.

One of his arms was tucked under you head like a pillow, the other draped over your waist in a possessive manner and pulling you firmly into his broad chest, and his long legs were tangled messily with yours in a way that made it entirely impossible to move.

His face pressed against your temple, and you could feel his warmth breathing fanning across your face with each exhale.

You say nothing, lip pressed together in a thin line. You only stare at the ceiling above you, your eyes tracing patterns there as your mind slowly woke up. After a long moment, you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes, not wanting to turn your head fully and risk him waking up.

He looked... comfortable. Peaceful, even.

His features were relaxed in his sleep, his orange hair messy and sticking up in different directions.

You wanted to punch his perfect face and make it not so perfect.

You take a deep breath through your nose, trying to calm your anger and irritation that was bubbling up in your chest as the memories of how easily you gave into him last night became clearer.

You make a minor shift away from his face, moving slowly and carefully, holding your breath to see if he would wake from his sleep...

...Okay, you're safe. He didn't stir at all, still sleeping like a damn rock.

"mmmn.." you hum quietly to steady yourself, the sound barely audible as you slowly, and slowly, slid one of your legs out from under his with painstaking care like you were defusing a bomb or something.

You had to be careful not to jostle him too much or move too quickly. You didn't want to wake the (sex) beast.

You freeze completely, entire body locking up when his fingers twitched on your stomach. Too fast- you were going too fast with your escape attempt. Your heart was pounding in your chest now, adrenaline starting to pump through your veins.

...You felt as though you were playing a damn operator game, the kind where you had to carefully remove the pieces without setting off the buzzer. One wrong move and it would all be over.

You gently lift your arm with extreme care, moving it at a snail's pace as you wrap your fingers around his wrist cautiously. You started lifting it to slowly slide it off of you so you could escape his grasp and finally get out of this damn bed.

(He had kept you awake and stuffed until dawn broke)

You just wanted a shower, wanted to clear your head with some hot water and solitude while reflecting on the events that lead to last night's rendezvous.

"hck!-" you choke on your breath, the sound strangled and surprised when he quickly jerks his wrist out of her grip with a sudden movement that startled you.

You cursed at his fast reflexes, even in his damn sleep...

Instead of letting you go, he snagged your hand in his, his fingers wrapping around yours in a tight hold.

Hmm.. Odd.. you could feel a burning gaze currently digging into your face....

You slowly turn your head to meet his intense gaze, moving reluctantly because you knew what you'd find. Yoon-Ho's eyes were narrowed slightly at you, not with anger but something else, his brows furrowing to crinkle the skin between them in an expression you recognized.

His lips were pursing, pushed out a millimeter.

Oh wow.

He was pouting at you like a child who'd been told no. And it was cute- what?! No, Yoon-Ho was not (was) cute.

You refused to think of him that way.

"..where do you think you're going.." he mumbled out, voice still thick and rough from sleep. You swallowed hard, throat suddenly dry as your eyes flickered over his face as you tried thinking of a response.

But all you could focus on was his ruffled orange hair, and how badly you wanted to reach out and run your fingers through it, maybe smooth it down as a little favor.

"..to get ready?" you said, the words coming out awkwardly and uncertain as you glanced down to see his hand letting go of yours.

But Yoon-Ho didn't release you completely as you'd hoped. He draped it over your waist again, his arm heavy and warm as he kept a tight grip on your side so you couldn't leave, so you couldn't escape...

"why? you don't have work today." Yoon-Ho mumbled as he leaned his body forward. He brushed the tip of his nose against your temple gently, the touch soft and intimate as he inhaled deeply through his nose, breathing in your morning scent that was now mixed and mingled with his own after spending the entire night tangled together. The smell was intoxicating.

You frowned at his words, your brows pulling together. You'd been caught red-handed trying to flee.

Well, it wasn't like you were purposefully trying to avoid or run away from him.. kind of, maybe you were a little bit. You were just confused about everything.

You didn't know what you wanted yet, what you were feeling. So you were still iffy and uncertain about these off intimate moments that kept happening between the two of you. His gentle touches, his loving words, it was just... confusing.

Yeah, sex was intimate and sensual by nature, that was obvious and expected, but there was something about how Yoon-Ho holds you close and tight after he finishes, after the heat of the moment has passed and he's just lying there with you, holding you so softly (debatable) that makes you feel awkward and mildly uncomfortable- if not giddy and fluttery.

The way he touched your skin during these moments, the way he caressed and spoke to you, the way he felt your body and held you like something precious made it painfully obvious that he wanted more from you.

He wanted more than physical release, and a whole lot fucking more than you were ready or even willing to give him right now.

Could you provide that? Could you give him what he was looking for?

Something about a family passed through your mind.

You sigh heavily in a long exhale, giving up and just letting him hold you and rub his face against your temple and hair like some cat with separation anxiety.

After a few long minutes passed in silence, you decided to speak quietly, voice hesitant as the words left your lips, "I'm.. I'm sorry about what I said last night in the kitchen." you murmured.

Your eyes slid away from him towards the ceiling again, staring at the blank white surface because it was easier than looking at him. You felt weird and uncomfortable apologizing to him, but you were also kinda leading him on with your mixed signals and hot-headed behavior.

"Relationships, like committed ones, just seem.." you sigh again, the sound frustrated as you tried to find the right words to put your thoughts into something coherent, "..I don't know.. sickening? In a way, I guess."

Your stomach churned just thinking about what had happened in your past.

Yoon-Ho slowly opened his eyes at your words, staring at your side profile. A bit of confused ran through him, making him furrow his brows again as he read your body language carefully.

You kept tensing and untensing your muscles, looking away from him like you couldn't bear to meet his eyes, your lips pressing together into thin lines that showed your discomfort.

"It's fine.. you don't have to say sorry." he said after a moment, his voice quiet and sincere even though he knew damn well he also went out of control last night. That he maybe pushed too hard and said things he shouldn't have.

He pauses for a minute, going silent as his eyes turned sharp when he rubbed his thumb over your hip as a test, wanting to gauge your reaction. You twitched like you were uncomfortable. His hand went still.

Yoon-Ho was reluctant to ask the question that was plaguing him. He didn't want to push further when he could tell you were already uncomfortable, but the thirst for knowing everything about you overpowered his confliction and hesitation.

"Were you cheated on in the past?" he asked, the question leaving his lips before he could stop it.

He cringed internally, wincing at himself by how blunt and nonchalant or insensitive it might sound to your ears.

"No, I wasn't." you mumbled.

It's quiet again, awkward.

Your body deflated in defeat as you forced yourself to speak again. "I uh.. really like this guy in college, it seemed mutual. We started dating, but after a couple of weeks into the relationship he started getting pushy about sex, kept asking and asking even when I said I wasn't ready." you were surprised the words came out so easily. You usually shut down when having to talk about it... therapy.

You were too focused on recounting the past to notice Yoon-Ho's reaction beside you.

His haw was feathered, the muscle there ticking and jumping beneath his skin as he zeroed in on your face with intensity. His eyes locked onto you without blinking even once.

He did not fucking like where this was going. Not one bit.

"I told him over and over that I wanted to wait, but whenever I did, it always turned into a massive argument with him calling me a prude, saying that I was being ridiculous." your pause caught so you paused to desperately push the lump that was forming in your throat back down.

You took a shaky breath, pulling air into your lungs as you slid your hand down to your stomach, settling just above where his arm was still over you, "..he slept over one night after we went drinking. He was gone by morning but-"

You clenched your teeth hard as you turned your head away sharply so he wasn't reading your expression so carefully and intensely like he could see into your damn soul, "-but I wasn't w-wearing anything under when I woke up.." you cursed internally at the stammer in your voice, hating how broken and weak you sounded, "..I was sticky all over, and sweaty.. and just gross and disgusting in a way I'd never felt before."

You flinched hard when you felt Yoon-Ho lift himself up suddenly, sliding his hand off of your waist and pressing his palm into the mattress beside your body instead, using it to prop himself up.

You could feel his stare burning into the side of your face as he leaned over you, his breathing turning heavy and labored like he was fighting something. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, just couldn't turn your head and look him in the damn eyes.

You didn't want to see what expression his face was wearing.

"What."

"It's fine, really-" you said quickly, the words tumbling out as if you could backtrack, as if you could minimize what you'd just told him even though it wasn't fine at all, "well- okay, it's not really fine, I know that-"

"It fucking isn't-" Yoon-Ho cut you off sharply with a tone you've never heard before. Something raw and filled with barely contained range.

"I know, I know it's not, it's more like.. like disgusting and wrong." you say, voice wavering which made you want to curse. You hated how pathetic you sounded.

You were an S-Rank for god sake, one of the strongest people in all of Korea- so why did you feel so incredibly weak and small right now?

Why did you feel like that scared, unawakened college girl all over again?

"It's disgusting, all of it is-" you breathed out, voice barely above a whisper as you ball your hand into a fist, still refusing to look at him, "I know it is, I know it's fucking disgusting and wrong and I should've-"

"No." Yoon-Ho interjected firmly, his hand shooting out and grabbing your jaw a bit roughly, his fingers pressing into your face with more force that he probably intended, "No. That man is disgusting. That piece of shit excuse for a human being is what's disgusting." he jerked your face towards him forcefully so you would finally look at him.

Your breath caught painfully in your throat upon seeing his face properly. His eyes were gleaming yellow instead of their usual warm orange color, and the tips of his hair were simmering white-hot like he would transform into his white tiger any second.

You'd never seen him this angry before..

"What he did to you was fucking vile and unforgiveable, "Yoon-Ho snarled out the words, his grip on her jaw faltering slightly as if he realized he was holding too tight, "You are not disgusting. You're not any of those things." he grit his teeth together so hard you could actually hear them grin against each other.

"..In no fucking way are you disgusting. Not vile, not scorn, not repulsing." Yoon-Ho was trying depserately to convince you, to make you believe his words and internalize him.

But there was this growing worry spreading in his chest, mixing with his rage- a fear that he was coming off as overly aggressive and scary, that he was making things worse...

He didn't want to be similar to that motherfucker in any way, shape, or form.

His eye twitched involuntarily as he let go of your jaw with a sharp, ragged breath, fear cutting through him, sharp and clean and absolutely terrifying.

You looked so... he couldn't tell. Yoon-Ho couldn't read you at all right now. Your expression was completely lost to him, blank and gone in a way that made him overthink his actions and words.

Were you disgusted with how he just acted?

Was it too possessive, too controlling? Was it toxic?

Was he reminding you of the piece of shit that hurt you?-

...Was he threatening to you...?

He couldn't tell, couldn't fucking tell. He had no idea what was going through your mind right now and it was fucking eating him alive.

"I-" he started but his voice cracked as he wanted to stammer out an apology, but you moved first before he could get the words out.

"I know.." you muttered quietly, voice tired as you rolled onto your side and into his chest, pressing your forehead again his warm skin. His erratically pounding heart was a bit comforting to you, grounding you to the moment.

Yoon-Ho stared down at you with wide eyes, a bit shocked that you weren't pulling away from him after he handled you so roughly just now.

Right now... you felt like you could tell him anything and everything, "...but sometimes I can't help but feel disgusting..." you whispered.

Yoon-Ho held back a strangled sound that tried to claw its way up his throat as he felt his heart crack.

He loved you.

He loved you so fucking much- he couldn't stand to hear those words. He hated it. He hated it so much it was almost unbearable.

He would kill that motherfucking son of a bitch with his bare hands-

Yoon-Ho carefully wraps his arms around you again, moving slowly as he stared down at you. He was trying his best to keep a blank expression on his face even though everything inside was screaming. He wasn't doing a very good job, for he looked like a predator wanting to devour something, wanting to tear something apart with his teeth.

It wasn't misdirected anger at you, just a complete and utter lack of control over the rage burning through his body.

"You.." he cleared his throat roughly to rid the grumble that was building there, gently (or at least trying to be) running his palm up and down your back in what he hoped was a soothing motion, "You never mentioned his name."

You don't say anything, letting the silence stretch. Despite not looking at his face directly, as your eyes were closed with your face pressed up against his chest, your senses easily picked up on the sheet bloodlust seeping out of him.

You weren't scared of him, no, just... uneasy about what he might do if you did give him a name.

"I know," you murmured softly, sliding your hands up his stomach with a quiet sigh, "and I won't tell you." her fingers gently trailing across his skin.

Yoon-Ho flinched at your words, his whole body jerking as his fingers pressed into your spine a bit harder than he meant to. You heard another grind of his teeth.

"Why not."

The words came out as a demand rather than question.

"I'm trying my best to move past it, to accept what happened to me and.. silently live in it," you responded as you slowly opening your eyes and looked down at your hands resting just below your chin, "I don't want to bring it back into my life. I don't want anyone I know now to get involved in something that happened years ago. This is my problem, not yours..."

Yoon-Ho wanted to throttle you. Now this was misdirected anger.

"I'll take care of it- him." his voice was low and dangerous; a promise and threat rolled into one.

"No, Yoon-Ho.." you said softly, your voice gentle but firm.

His eye twitched again, "..you don't want that? you don't want him to pay?.." his mind reeled at the possibility, spinning with confusion and frustration.

Why wouldn't you want him to take care of it?

Why wouldn't you want that bastard to pay for what he had done to you??

The questions swirled in his head, making it hard to think straight. He couldn't understand it, couldn't understand why you would withhold the name of someone who assaulted you.

-Were you still protecting that piece of shit?

No.

Yoon-Ho wouldn't go there.

Were you worried he would get in trouble? Did you think he wouldn't be able to handle it? Did you not believe he could protect you? Were you questioning how far he would go to made sure you were safe, to guarantee that no one would ever hurt you again??

Did you not trust him?....

"I do.. but I'd rather you leave it," you muttered honestly, "I'm good right now, here..." you trailed off slowly, closing your eyes once more and sighing deeply against his chest, your whole body seeming to relax into him, "...with you..."

Yoon-Ho stared down at you, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

He really wanted to kill, to crush, to shred that bastard to pieces. He wanted to make in suffer in ways that would make others sick to their stomach. He wanted that man to scream and beg for death- a mercy that Yoon-Ho wouldn't give.

His fingers twitched on your back, itching to wrap around someone's throat, to squeeze until there was nothing there but silence.

"Okay." he said finally. It was not okay.

He pulled you impossibly closer to himself, eliminating all space between their bodies and resting his chin atop your head. He stared straight ahead at the closet doors across the room, "Whatever you say."

Yoon-Ho didn't blink. Not once.

His eyes stayed fixed on those doors, unmoving and unblinking, as his mind worked through possibilities and plans. He was already thinking of ways to dig up the man's name. He was still out for blood.

He would find out.

One way or another, he would fucking find out and deal with it himself if he had to.

You were his- fucking his, and Yoon-Ho couldn't let someone who hurt you still breathing and living their life.

"I love you." he managed to get out, forcing the words past his lips. It was true, he loved you more than anything in the world, and he hated how the words sounded like they were being dragged out against his will.

But it was hard to feel anything warm with this rage settling in him, burning through every emotion fighting for dominance. It was hard to sound soft when everything inside of him was sharp and jagged and violent.

You only hummed softly, a quiet sound of contentment. You didn't respond with words, didn't say those particular three back at him, but you slid your legs slowly between his, tangling them together to feel closer.

This time, it didn't hurt Yoon-Ho when you didn't say it back. He was too distracted with other things.

A small smile formed your lips.

If only he could see it.

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The backroom door suddenly swung open with a creak, revealing Gojo's tall figure.

"Hey," he said casually, moving to the locker beside yours and retrieving his own name tag.

"Hey..." you responded, voice breaking embarrassingly.

You quickly cleared your throat, trying to mask your growing tension. Gojo turned towards you, his eyebrow rising questioningly at your unusual behavior.

"You good, girl?" he pushed his locker shut with a metallic clang, "You're really red."

Moving closer, he instinctively pressed his hand against your forehead, checking for fever. You froze instantly, your eyes widening as electricity shot through your body at his touch.

Oh fuck.

Desire flooded your system without warning. His deep voice resonated through your body, his scent overwhelmed your senses, and that simple touch sent waves of arousal straight to your core, making it throb desperately.

Heat blazed across your face while sweat began forming beneath your bra, making you hyper-aware of every sensation against your skin.

Suddenly, realization struck you like lightning – the water.

Memory flooded back: you'd used that glass a couple days ago during your private time. It contained an aphrodisiac you bought after work last week, purchased specifically because you wanted to avoid random hookups but needed extra help getting in the mood for some solo relief.

Saliva pooled in your mouth as your eyes fluttered closed, your body gravitating toward him unconsciously. His cool hands against your burning skin felt like heaven, anchoring you in place while also driving you wild.

You inhaled deeply, drawing in his unique scent – a perfect mixture of cologne and something distinctly Gojo that made your stomach coil with want.

Gojo remained frozen, his body rigid as you pressed your forehead against his firm chest, practically purring as you nuzzled against him, "Ugh, you smell so good..." you whimpered softly, your fingers moving of their own accord to trace the defined muscles of his stomach through his shirt.

Gojo's expression twisted with confusion and something darker, as he gently but firmly removed your wandering hands from his body. Taking a deliberate step backward, he muttered, "Stop being weird," before turning away and heading toward the door.

As he walked, he subtly adjusted his jeans, trying to hide the growing bulge that gave away his own arousal....

You chewed on your lower lip, watching Gojo's retreating form as he left the backroom. Your mind flooded with vivid images of his strong hands, particularly his long fingers, as they pumped rhythmically in and out of you while you pressed your flushed face into your bed pillows.

You imagined his hard cock sliding teasingly along your wet folds before slowly pushing inside—shit.

You darted into a nearby storage closet, your back hitting the wall as you tried to steady your ragged breathing. The growing wetness between your thighs only intensified your frustration, your arousal now thoroughly soaking your underwear.

"I need air..." you whispered desperately to the empty closet, tilting your head back to stare at the ceiling. A mix of disgust and raw satisfaction washed over you as you acknowledged how badly you craved taking his cock into your mouth.

Your hand moved of its own accord, slipping beneath your shirt to trace feather-light patterns across your lower abdomen with your fingernails, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

The sudden click of the door handle made you freeze mid-motion.

You snapped your head down to find Gojo peering in, his expression a mixture of confusion and growing concern. You stared back at him, your mind undressing him piece by piece, imagining yourself using nothing but your teeth to remove his clothes.

Gojo stepped fully into the cramped space, closing the door behind him with a soft click. His eyes dropped to where your fingers still hovered just above your jeans' waistband. A knowing smirk curved his lips as he moved closer, his hand sliding onto your waist.

He knew you wouldn't push him away, not now. Your desire radiated off of you in waves – he could clearly imagine how you would have touched yourself in this dingy closet if he hadn't walked in.

"What is with you today?" he murmured, pressing you firmly against the wall, delighting in how you twitched beneath his touch, a soft gasp escaping your parted lips. Your obvious arousal hit him like a physical force, his eyes darkening with desire.

"You're so sensitive..." he tightened his grip on your waist, watching with satisfaction as you flinched slightly, your face flushing deeper with unconcealed lust.

"It's almost like you want me to do something..." He raised his other hand slowly, placing it against your heated cheek.

"I'm not... stop." your breathy protest carried no conviction as you attempted to turn away, your narrowed eyes betraying your internal struggle. Your head barely moved, your body refusing to retreat from his touch. The truth blazed in your eyes – you desperately wanted something from him.

Gojo observed your increasingly labored breathing, noting how it slowed and deepened. His thumb traced your lower lip before pulling it down slightly, watching with satisfaction as it bounced back into place. His cock strained against his jeans, growing impossibly harder. You had never allowed his teasing to progress this far before.

But this had evolved beyond mere teasing, hadn't it?

Something shifted in the atmosphere as you parted your lips, eyes dropping to focus on his thumb. Your pink tongue darted out, delivering a tentative lick to the pad of his thumb. Gojo's body tensed, his eyes widening at your bold move, but he quickly recovered.

Without hesitation, he pushed his thumb deeper into your warm mouth. You responded with a soft grunt, your tongue wrapping sensuously around his digit as you applied gentle pressure with your teeth, a needy whimper vibrating against his skin.

"You like things in your mouth?" he scoffed, aiming for condescension but failing to mask his own arousal that matched yours. His thumb slipped out as his hand trembled, and he slid his middle and ring fingers beneath your top lip. He pried open your mouth, pressing his fingers firmly against your gums before thrusting them deeper, probing the back of your throat.

You choked instinctively, gagging around the intrusion as you pushed your head forward. The way he finger-fucked your mouth ignited something within you, and you reveled in the forbidden pleasure of it all.

The sight drove Gojo to the brink of madness. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered huskily, "You're very warm..."

He felt your tongue relax against his fingers before slowly withdrawing them, watching intently as thin strings of saliva created obscene connections between your tongue and his digits.

"Gojo-" you began, your voice raw and breathless, but he cut you off sharply.

"Not my name."

Desperation etched deep lines between your eyebrows as you pleaded, "Satoru, please, please I want more."

Your words triggered a visible reaction - his jaw clenched and his eye twitched before he seized your arm roughly, dragging you forcefully from the confines of the closet. You barely managed to swipe your hand across your mouth.

"Hey Kaito, I think she's is coming down with a fever. Can I take her home?" Gojo addressed your manager, looking as casual as possible despite the fire burning through his veins.

Kaito studied you carefully, noting your flushed complexion and labored breathing. The symptoms certainly suggested fever.

"Yeah, might as well. Was planning on closing up early anyway. Hope you feel better," Kaito offered a quick pat to your shoulder. You responded with a hurried nod, your tongue darting out to moisten your visibly dry lips.

Gojo wasted no time, pulling you through the backroom door and into the employee parking lot. He fumbled with his car keys, yanking open the back door before practically throwing you onto the seat. He quickly followed, slamming the door behind him with urgent force.

You suddenly surged upward, capturing his face between your hands and crushing your mouth against his. You thrust your tongue past his lips, drawing a deep groan from his throat as he surrendered to the sloppy, desperate kiss.

He shifted his weight above you, his fingers frantically seeking out your jean zipper. The metallic sound of the zipper and pop of the button filled the confined space as you lifted your hips eagerly, one hand leaving his face to help push down the restrictive denim.

His palm pressed against your pussy through the thin barrier of your underwear, eliciting a sharp moan as your hips jerked upward. He rubbed your cunt with increasing pressure, breaking away from their wet kiss to watch his movements.

His mind spun wildly as your desperate whimpers filled the car. The sight of your soaked underwear, darkened with your obvious arousal, made his cock throb painfully against his jeans. The fabric clung to your intimate flesh, outlining every curve and fold beneath.

Your hips rolled against his palm in a desperate rhythm, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything he could give you.

The air grew thick with the heady scent of your arousal, making Gojo's head swim with need. Each brush of his fingers against your clothed center drew desperate sounds from your throat, your body trembling beneath his touch as you chased your pleasure with abandon.

"You move like a fucking pornstar," Gojo growled hoarsely through a laugh, watching your hips roll up to seek more friction. Your body writhed beneath him, every movement sensual.

Gojo found your clit easily, drawing a sharp gasp from your throat as you tilted your head back with a breathless "fuck—"

Your thighs quivered violently against his touch as he continued his relentless ministrations, his own patience wearing dangerously thin.

Unable to wait any longer, Gojo grabbed the elastic waistband of your underwear with trembling fingers, yanking them down your legs in one swift motion. He spread your thighs wide, his breath catching at the sight of your throbbing pussy glistening with arousal, your syrupy slick coating your intimate folds.

His cock strained painfully against his jeans, wanting to bury itself in your inviting warmth, but he forced himself to hold back. Instead, he slid his fingers through your dripping folds, circling your swollen clit before giving it a teasing pinch that made your whole body jerk.

"Shit, don't—don't fucking tease me," you panted heavily, throwing an arm across your eyes as your chest heaved with each ragged breath. Gojo bit his lower lip hard at your desperate plea, fighting his natural instinct to draw out your pleasure.

The urge to tease you was almost overwhelming, but his desire to watch you orgasm around his fingers won out.

He plunged his fingers deep inside your waiting heat, curling them against your pussy's sensitive walls. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as a string of breathless curses spilled from your lips, hips bucking wildly against his hand.

The feeling of his long fingers stretching your cunt was exquisite torture, each thrust pressing against spots that made sparks of pleasure explode behind your eyelids.

The obscene squelch of your soaked pussy filled the space of the car, punctuated by the wet plap of his palm meeting your flesh with each thrust. The air grew thick and heavy with your shared arousal, your skin growing slick with sweat as the temperature rose between you.

"...fuck." Gojo groaned deeply, transfixed by the sight of your pretty pussy greedily swallowing his fingers. The erotic display threatened to shatter his remaining self-control as he felt your walls clench needily around his fingers.

Your body responded to every movement of his hand, your back arching sharply off the seat when his thumb brushed across your throbbing clit. Each touch sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your trembling frame.

"Oh god, r-right there," you moaned sweetly, voice thick with need as you ground shamelessly against his hand. The tight coil of pleasure in your lower belly wound impossibly tighter with each thrust of his fingers.

Your release crashed over you suddenly, drawing a sharp gasp from your throat as your walls clamped down hard around his fingers, trying to milk them as if they were his throbbing cock.

"So dirty," Gojo stated bluntly, slowly withdrawing his fingers from your pulsing heat. Your slick coated his fingers generously, dripping onto the leather seat below. He filed away the concern about the mess for later, too captivated by your thoroughly debauched expression as he fumbled with his own jeans.

His cock sprang free, angry red and weeping with need, desperate for its own release. Without a word, he positioned himself between your spread thighs, pushing them back further to align his aching length with your still-pulsing entrance. He sank into your welcoming heat inch by torturous inch, a deep groan rumbling through his chest as your gummy walls stretched to accommodate his girth.

The feeling of finally being buried inside you was almost overwhelming, your pussy still fluttering with aftershocks from your recent orgasm. Your slick heat enveloped him completely, drawing him deeper with each subtle clench of your inner walls.

The car filled with your combined pants and moans as he bottomed out inside you, both of you taking a moment to adjust to the intense sensation of your joined bodies.

"it's so fucking warm," he spat lewdly, driving his hips forward until he bottomed out completely inside of you. Your back snapped up as you cried out sharply, your body still hypersensitive from your recent intense orgasm. Your pussy walls clenched around his throbbing cock, drawing a deep groan from his chest.

You moaned his name with shallow, panting breaths, the sound driving Gojo wild with need. He gave in to his urge to fucking ruin you, snapping his hips forward with renewed vigor as your cunt stretched and molded perfectly around his considerable size. You gasped helplessly beneath him, your curses dissolving into incoherent slurs of pleasure. Your nails dug crescents into your own thighs as waves of sensation crashed over you.

"You feel that? Feel how deep inside I am? fuck... that's right," he praised huskily, continuing to pound relentlessly against your lewd pussy. Your desperate moans and breathy whines filled the air like the sweetest music, spurring him on. The wet sounds of your joining echoed obscenely in the confined space.

"sa-satoru- wait-" you moaned brokenly, but he only responded by snapping his hips forward with increased intensity. The sharp sound of skin striking skin filled the car as his pelvis collided repeatedly with your plush thighs, the angle allowing him to stimulate your oversensitive clit with each thrust.

Your pussy greedily swallowed his length, sucking him deeper as the curved head of his cock struck that special spot inside of you with devastating accuracy. A familiar burning pleasure built rapidly in your core, your face contorting in ecstasy.

"just like that-" Gojo grunted roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he fucked you with fervor. Your moans devolved into mindless babbles of pleasure, eyes rolling back as the intensity overwhelmed your senses. His cock throbbed powerfully against your stimulated walls with one final, deep thrust, your entire body seized with euphoric pleasure.

You came with a pathetic cry, your fingers clawing desperately at your own thighs as you held them spread wide for him.

Your cunt fluttered continuously around his length, the rhythmic pulsing of your walls drawing a sharp hiss from Gojo's lips. With barely contained restraint, he quickly withdrew and wrapped his fist around his shaft, pumping rapidly.

His cock twitched and pulsed as thick ropes of hot cum painted your stomach in sporadic bursts. A deep groan escaped him as his release washed over him in intense waves.

You both lay there looking ruined- your bodies ruined and tainted with evidence of your act, chests heaving with exertion and legs trembling from the intensity.

Gojo looked down at you through heavy-lidded eyes, lazily wiping beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His gaze raked over your thoroughly ravished form with dark satisfaction.

"Are you a fucking slut?"

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Ever since he came home from base he's only been lounging around the house, watching tv, and eating whatever he can find in the pantry or fridge- it was often you woke up in the middle of the night, bed empty, just to find him standing in front of the fridge, just stuffing his face was shredded cheese.

"protein," he'd mumble before holding his hand out, offering you some. You would shake your head with a sigh.

He's also been exploring, opening cabinets in the bathroom to see what you've bought while he was away. Even sifting through drawers in your guys' room and picking out pieces of your clothes that were still strong with your scent.

There have been a few times- not any he would ever admit- where he would pick up your underwear and bring it to his nose to smell it. His mouth watered, cock growing painful in his sweats.

That deed only sparked him to go through your laundry basket to find more.

But as König jerked off to your dirty bras, shirts, and underwear, he realized how small the clothing was. How small you were.

Everything felt so little in his hands. It stunned him. How had he never realized how much smaller you were than him?..

Somehow the thought made his cock jump with excitement, looking angry and red as it throbbed with need.

And thus… it began.

Every moment König would get, he'd tip toe around you, staring in a way that was making you confused. You'd ask what was wrong, for him to respond with, "nothing, you just look very pretty today, liebe," and place hand on your waist.

His eyes darkened as he stared at how his large hand much-as-well dwarfed your waist.

At night, he would place his whole palm on your thigh, saying, "look schön… I can grab your whole thigh,"

You laughed softly, placing your hand over his own, "it's not surprising," you hum, pressing your fingers into his skin, "you're much bigger than me," your soft tone was the reason you ended up in this position.

With your back into the mattress, legs spread, and pussy being split open by his massive girth.

König watched with enamored eyes as his thick cock was slowly being swallowed by your dripping wet cunt.

Every inch made him drool. Every inch made you swoon.

"how does it feel?" he whispered, leaning down to kiss your tears away, "tell me, hübsch, wie fühlt es sich an?"

Your eyes roll back into your head as the rotund creamy head of his cock kissed your service lightly, "g-good.. s-good.." you whimpered, completely out of it.

König smiled then grabbed your waist with both of his hands, squeezing slightly before slamming his hips into you, "good? shit.. you like this, schön? like being f'ck-f'cking split open on my cock?"

He didn't even need to find your g-spot to make you feel good. With his length and girth just filling you completely, he was able to reach every deep sensitive spot inside of you. Was able to make your mind blank.

Make you forget your own name.

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