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Furries!! There are FURRIES!! I'm making something for me and K anyway and I wanna share this. They're letting me! So wonderful
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Romantic gestures. Bold what you're sure applies to your muse, italicize what could be possible / it's dependent on the situation.
holding hands (in public) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photobooth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favourite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite (from meal)
"Your eyes are entertaining." Gyeong-Su grinned, interlocking his fingers as he used his thumbs to fidget. It was awkward to say, and if anything sounded forced, but it was all due to an obviously awkward demeanor. ♡ @plyr256
in a way, she'd think to herself how awkwardly endearing he was — the kind of appeal a sad, abandoned puppy at the pound carried in its disposition. who knows what would have happened to him had she not been there to intervene, stepping in betwixt newfound ally and aggravator that only steps up to the plate when the night leeches all light from the day. this action will have consequences, herein reference only to subsequent and inadvertent adoption of said puppy. not of her volition so much as puppy following her back from the pound / lingering beneath blaring blanched lights of the convenience store as her shift finished off.
❛❛ haven't heard that one before. ❜❜ the quote-unquote compliments se-mi long since accustomed herself to were much less endearing and much more crass, yelled at her from across the street or from a window, wherever said suitor felt comfortable enough to disparage her. it was little to give back, off-handed fuck you blurted out coupled alongside extended vulgar finger. ❛❛ you know you don't owe me anything for back there, right ? it was just the right thing to do. i don't fuck with people picking on those weaker than them. it's pathetic. ❜❜
"Ah? Then that's good, if you haven't heard it before!" Gyeong-Su laughed - wondering if Se-mi could smell him. he could certainly smell himself - nervousness. Many such cases, he's not good at this whole interaction thing. Never been, he's used to keeping his head down, minding his buisness and getting a pat on the back for when it's applicable. He was always the type of person to cover his ears at loud sounds, unless they were good loud sounds - like music - and hated sundae because the texture is too off. So it can only be imagined how social interaction is like - but he can't live like this forever. And he knows it - he just wishes women weren't so beautiful.
"Yes- I know I don't-" Wait! Gyeong-Su, that's egotistical! "I mean- of course I owe you-" Wait! Gyeong-Su, you're ignoring what she's saying! "Well- I just am very grateful! I may not owe you anything, but can't a guy be useful? If you ever need my help, I wouldn't be opposed to it!" Was he being to clingy? The prospect of being around her is exciting - like showing off to the part of himself that's mentally humiliated by his own actions. But humiliation be damned and endorphins be surging, this man can say what he wants in a good natured way. And yes, he may end up curling on his bed, hugging his pillow at 1AM wondering why he did this. But it's all done with good intents - he likes it like that!
"Aaah- that's if.....If you want like....I don't want to intrude on your life..."
resuming the attention at her neck means that se-mi can bring her fingers back to softly weave at the crown of his head, curling fingers inward as she scratched in a repetitive back-and-forth motion. beneath him, her hips shift, a repositioning of her frame with his length still pressed into her; any and all tensing of her core is not explicit effort to coax hardness from him once more, but instead something playful, lighthearted. chin tilts skyward to grant gyeong-su fullest access to the pale skin of her neck. anything for her, huh? he really was a sweetheart, regardless or not of if she believed herself deserving of it. she wonders, briefly, how things could have been had they met in circumstances not scarcely tethering them to life and death at opposite ends: could she have taught him more ? forged him into a proper partner ? he had the right makings for it, and the only thing standing in his own way was relative inexperience. all of that was wishful thinking, though. the finality in being trapped alongside each other was not lost on her — all there was left to do was make the best of a bad situation.
❛❛ gyeong-su ? ❜❜ her voice comes out softer, a far cry from wanton irrationality of only a few short moments ago. softer, because his sincerity has rapidly become glaringly apparent. softer, to match the hushed mewls aired past pierced lip. ❛❛ give me more hickeys ? anywhere. ❜❜ in desperate need of something to remember this by, something more than contusion at her throat with which to draw ire from the embittered of team thanos. something that could be hers and hers alone — it wasn’t too much to ask, was it ?

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eyes squeeze shut, brow wrinkling indentations into her forehead while she draws a deep breath in and thinks of how, exactly, she can explain herself. no normal guy would ever question her this much on it — still, there was no use in lying to gyeong-su. he deserved an honestly, and se-mi was happy to provide it. matter-of-fact, something objective she’d already compartmentalized long ago. more effort than it was worth. even she could hardly be bothered with it on her own time. she doesn’t fault him for this fact.
❛❛ yeah, but it’s… i dunno. it’s hard for me, for some reason. ❜❜ through no fault of his own, hardly something she wished to put him through the gargantuan task of handling. more importantly, she didn’t want this now to stop. feeling close to him. feeling more human, despite the intentions of the games. softly, she rubs the tip of her nose against his, corner of her lip turning up into a smirk. ❛❛ you’re sweet. but it’s really not a big deal. ❜❜
that, or perhaps she should take herself more seriously. se-mi deserved good things, too — she knew this like the back of her hand. self-preservation was not a foreign concept so much as a necessity. she had made an ally of him, and ally emptied his seed into her. her climax plays no part in the equation. but, but, who would she be if not one to throw sweet dog a bone ? ❛❛ …keep kissing my neck ? ❜❜
her chest rises and falls, gentle pattern adopted through her slow breathing in and out, regulating herself from the vigor of only a short moment ago. naturally, the passive role takes less energy expenditure, asks less of her in receiving and flexing her core against him / but sweat still beads at the back of her neck, and she continues the soft drag of nails against his scalp while fluffing his hair with her fingers. ❛❛ devious of you. ❜❜ she wondered, briefly, without much commitment, what other sorts of whims and desires that cute little brain of his housed. his type was typically easy to read, malleable for any girl with a firm enough tone of voice. what a shame it was that this had to end so soon.
❛❛ hm ? ❜❜ her voice escapes as a soft mewl, taken aback by the question. it wasn’t the first time she was presented with it — often articulated less thoughtfully and more as acquired evidence for some smarmy bastard’s ego boost — but it was the first time she felt compelled to be honest. ❛❛ well, no, but — that’s fine. ❜❜ no, but that had been a consistent issue for her even beyond that of inattentive sexual partners of months past. never a simple endeavor for her, and thus the projection of her attention and desire elsewhere. she plants a kiss against the top of gyeong-su’s head as punctuation, muttering a lax, ❛❛ seriously, don’t worry about me. ❜❜
not as though she anticipated him to accept the answer at face value — isn’t it characteristic of women to be demure about their own pleasure ? isn’t it ? isn’t it ? isn’t it ? and it wasn’t as though that was her objective in any of this, not trying to play coy for gyeong-su when the opposite was her objective / juxtaposition of intimate surrogacy and lessons in love for a tomorrow that may not come. trying to give him one last good thing to remember the world by. her brink of pleasure was the least of her concerns — with him buried inside her like this, she’s more than content.
hm. that was… expected, if little else — hence the gentle reassurance in the huskiness of her voice in granting him permission to drill into her at whatever pace he desired. but it certainly wasn’t something that disappointed her in any way, certainly not with the pace of his initial release. and, perhaps best of all, his sudden release was direct indicator that he couldn’t control himself, exacerbated by his spilling inside of her. if it were anyone else, she’d be furious — ditto for the location. but the games provide little hope in seeing the sterile lighting flicker on the next morning, so all caution had gone out the window. they were close, and that was what mattered. hand shifts to cradle the back of his head, gently tousling his hair through his come down. coping with the aftermath and all stickiness gathered at her thighs was to be dealt with later.
❛❛ hah. ❜❜ never intended as condescension. he was too sweet for that. she was just surprised, and that was all. ❛❛ didn’t think you’d do something like that after all the science talk. ❜❜ acting impulsively comes with risk — again, risk that se-mi pays little mind to, but risk nevertheless. that same risk was titillating, doubled by the crowd of unfortunate voyeurs surrounding. ❛❛ is it crazy i kind of wanted you to do that ? ❜❜ stupid and impulsive and selfish. when did she ever get to be those things ? even in the game, watching over min-su as she had been was an act of altruism. in the outside world, she was protecting everyone she could, every single person that had fallen through the cracks. when did she get to be selfish ?
❛❛ how’re you feeling ? i know going twice like that can be… kind of a lot. ❜❜ she didn’t expect that from more seasoned partners, let alone one of his relative inexperience. line of her jaw shifts, nuzzling her head against where gyeong-su rests himself at her neck. an affectionate gesture, even if she never found herself to be the most adept with those. it was the thought that counted, anyways. ❛❛ wanna stay like that ? ❜❜
she isn’t sure how the kissing makes her feel. whatever it is, the emotion is something positive — the sort of feeling long since tucked away inside herself, safe from emotions and the whims of the world — but she couldn’t put a finger on what, specifically, made her feel this way. ( it’s something warm and affectionate, she knows, and perhaps she doesn’t want to be aware of this fact / perhaps she blames it on her emotions spinning wild and loose after min-su’s abrupt betrayal / perhaps it’s the sheer fact that feeling warm and affectionate about anyone within the games is recipe for disappointment, deception, and death. ) still, the feeling lingers, amplifies with every brush of his lips against her skin. how does she draw any sort of reasonable distinction, when she sought him out for the pursuit of lust, expecting the sort of virginal desperation of impassioned rutting that viewers only dream of having play out like their beloved videos ? something easy, to get the feelings over with.
❛❛ that’s good, ❜❜ she says softly, a head-shake away from dispelling the thoughts clogging her mind, ❛❛ go at whatever pace feels comfortable for you. ❜❜ she, in turn, bites into her lip as a weak attempt to contain any and all sound tugged from her while gyeong-su fucked into her. never dramatized nor exaggerated / a far cry from the pitchy moans of a video star. if nothing else, a reminder of their reality, that this is something done onto her just as much as he may feel her warmth envelop him with every thrust inside. any imminent climax is an issue for whenever, exactly, it occurs — no decent place or surface to finish inside or on, and so nature will play out however nature desires. not as though it really matters, not when all she yearns for is to feel close to him.
her hand find purchase at his back’s plane of skin, a destination perfect for the vigor buzzing with compulsion through her fingers — her nails, against the skin, and an uninhibited drag downward, not a push hard enough to cause real harm, but with enough intent for him to feel her. another tangible reminder that this was something real, but something this time to be concealed by uniform shirt and sweater both. regardless, a touch at his skin that was wholly his.
he really was sweet, made apparent now perhaps more than any time prior. as if how he was sunk into her wet heat needed to be deliberately spelled out, and still, the words are endearing enough for her lips to tug into a slight smile. ❛❛ you don’t have to call me that, you know. we’re the same age. ❜❜ what a silly thing to point out while he was buried inside her. it seemed… egregious, almost ? or at least like he was still putting her on a damn pedestal for doing this. the act was equal, something they were doing together rather than him doing onto her, something she chose to bestow upon him. no need for the formalities, right ?
❛❛ you can keep going, if you want. or we can just stay like this for a minute. i don’t mind. ❜❜ what a simple pleasure she’d never before been privy to; closeness, in this way, with someone worth trusting. at least, whatever trust one could stand to spare while within the games. this was the most vulnerable the two of them could possibly be — se-mi especially, from beneath him — and so what is there left to look to besides trust ? let alone the inherent risk of following through with this unprotected. that would be a problem contingent purely on her survival; contingent on surviving the horrors that awaited her outside the confines of everyone’s joint captivity. needless to say, it resonates as a complete nonissue, and all her focus is instead on her physical proximity to gyeong-su.
and, with a coy tensing of her core around him, she offers a curt, ❛❛ how are you feeling ? ❜❜ perhaps something to be exacerbated with how she squirms and shifts beneath him, but something posited out of good intentions regardless / it must be a lot for him, right ? he seemed like a high-strung dog at the best of times.

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Gyeong-Su almost winced at the blunt words - but he wouldn't blame her for them. He hadn't thought about putting it in now, he was so nervous. But she doesn't want to wait anymore, and so he would give her what she wanted. Because him feeling good is a bonus - it was about how she felt, mostly. To him. Yet he wouldn't feel so bad, not with the soft kiss and her gentle words. Because she wasn't expecting it, so he can't hold her accountable for what she said.
"In a good way, huh?" He repeated - slowly, mainly to himself. What did that mean? If he didn't expect anything, he'd be so mad. Nonetheless though, he wouldn't see too into it as he chuckled briefly, lowering his head and pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. Gyeong-Su straightened his back, moving his hands to rest on Se-mi's hips. He looked down at her, giving her a quick look down and up with a grateful gaze before moving a hand hooking his index into her panties and pushing the fabric aside, exposing that intimate area.
Gyeong-Su's breathing hitched, quickly gripping onto Se-mi's hips. He's doing this - he can't believe he's actually doing this, something he never thought he'd ever have the pleasure of doing. But this was when he realized his words fell apart - because...Spit? And stroking it on his penis? No, that's bad - the implications are bad. Lubricant is crucial - he acknowledges that. Yet spit contains enzymes. Enzymes that aren't very good for the vaginal microbiome, and not only that spit dries quickly so it doesn't do much to reduce the friction. He would argue it'd make the friction worse - and the bacteria...Gross! No - he'd rather be able to brush his teeth before even a lick of his tongue would touch her there.
But when there's a will there's a way, and Gyeong-Su would take it in strike - rubbing his hard cock against her, guiding it along her entrance. He gasped and groaned, trying to gather her natural lubricant on his sex organ. It's much smarter to use than spit, therefore not disturbing the natural balance of Se-mi's vagina. It's not necessarily making her wait if it's preparation - always a loophole.
But no more messing around. No more delaying the inevitable - it was eventual, but he slowly pushed his tip in. Gyeong-Su shivered, leaning over her and resting his elbows at either side of her as he pressed into her. He gritted his teeth with a growl and clenched his eyes shut - not the most gorgeous sight of him, but this feeling was new to him. It felt too good to be real - too unfamiliar.
sex is a natural thing. sex is a matter-of-fact thing. sex needs not have any emotion embedded into it. sex is an emotional thing. multiple criteria are eligible for selection. se-mi has left every field unchecked — she can’t think too hard about it. she can’t. not when the pursuit of pleasure is her last remaining tether to some kind of normalcy, where she may solidify newfound closeness with kinfolk of trash at the roadside with physical closeness rather than derogate herself in trying to merge with an already established group of players. this was easier, far easier. and she liked gyeong-su. well enough, at least, enough to warrant putting her care and attention into her handling of the situation, knowing in her heart-of-hearts that he deserved a good first time despite it all. ( despite her / despite overhanging ulterior motives / despite their circumstances / despite everything. )
his consideration is weird. foreign, perhaps, moreso than genuine oddity, but never had she seen such thoughtfulness in awkward preamble of pressing into her. it was oft an act far less graceful and more desperate, a chase for abrading against one another for some minute-long bliss. she had her reasons for these endeavors, but all paled compared to gyeong-su. was it a good thing ? the idea of anyone treating her differently — acting differently, really — was terrifying. she could handle nam-gyu’s toxicant-imbued words because that was the way pathetic, weak men acted, talking down on whoever they deemed to be lesser to feel better about themselves. and sex, or at least whatever misguided, encompassing view of it she had, was not like this.
so maybe that was a good thing.
a reflexive hiss forces past her grit teeth for his initial push into her, softly dissipating into a moan. a nice sensation, but one that warranted adjusting to regardless / it feels good, and she feels close to him, and that is what matters most of all. her hand outstretches, finds purchase at his frame above her, and se-mi, half-heartedly, tries to reel him down to her level. that is where her lips await him, dragged into a kiss far hungrier and more desperate than her behavior only a moment prior delineated. sincere, in the best way. and so strangely uncharacteristic. kissing ? during sex, and not just in the disinterested two second lapse in which what can scarcely be described as foreplay plays out ? completely unheard of. but, no matter the thoughts that chew unrelenting, she knows she wants this, wants him. it becomes more and more apparent the longer this goes on / already at a place of no return. a place she’d never want to come back from.
he’s got a vivid imagination, that’s for certain. the words feel unnatural from a boy as saccharine as he, constitution all awkward endearment. that had to be part of the appeal, though, hearing him reduced purely to lust in this manner. him and his desires, nothing more, nothing less. something untouched and vulnerable, much like the cascade of desire building in the fragile hold of her abdomen. se-mi wants him, and though she cannot see much beyond the dark of the night that surrounds them, she knows, with utmost certainty, that she wants him. wants this.
❛❛ hmm… ❜❜ she lets out a soft, fond chuckle, a widening of her eyes to complement her raised brow. ❛❛ and in front of all these people, too ? you really are shameless. ❜❜ tone falls softer, deliberate in how it plays off her words / she is the rational one, who opts to keep her voice quieter / playful, as though there is any high ground to take in her course of actions. she had moaned freely in equal measure, allowed her own volume to flow unrestricted. still, the smirk at her lips elucidates her fondness, fettered by the uninhibited need to squirm beneath his touch at her core.
the words were bold, but it was only a matter of following through, as far as se-mi was concerned. whether or not he could make good on his desires was completely off the table, words drank in purely as fantasy and not an itinerary — he should do as to what makes him comfortable, and not over-exaggeration in sole pursuit of her favor. it hearkens to flat, soft affect in her mind, mental image she was desperate to avoid as her breath hitched and her head tilted back. conjuration is unwelcome — gyeong-su deserves to be thought of now — and a grimace overtakes her expression for a split second. no more. not to go in tandem with the writhing of her form and the candied blush saturating fair skin.
❛❛ i don’t… fuck, i don’t want to wait anymore, okay ? ❜❜ blunt, cutting, the same exact tone she’d direct to another member of their collective former team rather than merely growing impatient with need / she doesn’t mean to, realization washing upon her, and she quickly reaches for gyeong-su’s free hand, a gentle tug towards her mouth such that she can plant a soft kiss against the back of his hand. ❛❛ i wasn’t expecting all that. in a good way. ❜❜ a twinge of guilt hangs unpermitted at the bottom of her stomach; both of them need this, that much she knows.
Gyeong-Su almost winced at the blunt words - but he wouldn't blame her for them. He hadn't thought about putting it in now, he was so nervous. But she doesn't want to wait anymore, and so he would give her what she wanted. Because him feeling good is a bonus - it was about how she felt, mostly. To him. Yet he wouldn't feel so bad, not with the soft kiss and her gentle words. Because she wasn't expecting it, so he can't hold her accountable for what she said.
"In a good way, huh?" He repeated - slowly, mainly to himself. What did that mean? If he didn't expect anything, he'd be so mad. Nonetheless though, he wouldn't see too into it as he chuckled briefly, lowering his head and pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. Gyeong-Su straightened his back, moving his hands to rest on Se-mi's hips. He looked down at her, giving her a quick look down and up with a grateful gaze before moving a hand hooking his index into her panties and pushing the fabric aside, exposing that intimate area.
Gyeong-Su's breathing hitched, quickly gripping onto Se-mi's hips. He's doing this - he can't believe he's actually doing this, something he never thought he'd ever have the pleasure of doing. But this was when he realized his words fell apart - because...Spit? And stroking it on his penis? No, that's bad - the implications are bad. Lubricant is crucial - he acknowledges that. Yet spit contains enzymes. Enzymes that aren't very good for the vaginal microbiome, and not only that spit dries quickly so it doesn't do much to reduce the friction. He would argue it'd make the friction worse - and the bacteria...Gross! No - he'd rather be able to brush his teeth before even a lick of his tongue would touch her there.
But when there's a will there's a way, and Gyeong-Su would take it in strike - rubbing his hard cock against her, guiding it along her entrance. He gasped and groaned, trying to gather her natural lubricant on his sex organ. It's much smarter to use than spit, therefore not disturbing the natural balance of Se-mi's vagina. It's not necessarily making her wait if it's preparation - always a loophole.
But no more messing around. No more delaying the inevitable - it was eventual, but he slowly pushed his tip in. Gyeong-Su shivered, leaning over her and resting his elbows at either side of her as he pressed into her. He gritted his teeth with a growl and clenched his eyes shut - not the most gorgeous sight of him, but this feeling was new to him. It felt too good to be real - too unfamiliar.
see, the thing is — he’s touching her, and that feels good, but the words past parted lips coax only a raised brow and an innate sense of perplexity from se-mi. he’s sweet, clearly the sort of guy unaccustomed to interacting with women in this way; or, at least, acting dissimilar to that of other men she’s seen come and go. a girl’s hobbies and interests do not matter, carrying no relevance when compared to that of the man. so she has relinquished the desire to speak ‘pon them, never so foolish as to jab them into conversation like a serrated edge. but they were things close to her heart, just as any person would have: long unbidden proclivity for charcoal drawings and metal music, the matted fur of a stray cat, refreshing odor of thrift stores and clothes long since squandered to a better home. none of these things come to mind in the moment, not born of intentional desire to deprive gyeong-su of the information he seeks, but rather the thick haze settling over her cognizance / a difficulty to think about anything beyond the lust searing at her core.
❛❛ hm ? ❜❜ noise escapes her as a soft hum, slight scrunch of her brow in assessment of how the hell she was to respond to that. again, sweet and well-meaning, nothing that couldn’t be fixed with a minor correction. ❛❛ okay, got it. ❜❜ it comes from a place of concern, and se-mi would never fault him for that. no matter what info was dumped upon her in turn, he was miles better than the vast majority of men she’d been burdened by interacting with. ❛❛ hey, gyeong-su ? ❜❜ her breath, when she could spare it between the increasing thunder of her heartbeat, came in soft pants. ❛❛ what do you want to do to me ? ❜❜ a sincere question, not one impelled by desperate squirming and whimpering, but instead a sort of insatiable curiosity. ❛❛ i want to know what you’re thinking. how bad you want to keep touching me. that kind of thing. ❜❜
anything, anything to get his mind away from more innocent medical faces / and, moreover, the creeping urge to hear someone like gyeong-su say things markedly unchaste. his lack of experience was not a deterrent so much as motivation incarnate, wanting to see what sort of mental imagery a man with only the pallid glow of a cell-phone screen as experience could conjure up. but ——— the way he worked his hands was nice, far better than any bare-minimum expectations she had half-mindedly set. shared heat and sensation thrilled her, adjustments of her hips against the mattress forever seeking more touch and closeness and whatever else she could selfishly pull from this encounter. pleasure made it easy to forget. about their circumstances, and betrayal, and god knows whatever else.
and, in the back of her mind, wherever she could spare a thought process untangled from her deep ardor, se-mi wondered if anyone else was awake. witnessing them. the sound of snoring roared from what sounded like a fair few contestants, but… there had to be people kept up by one thing or another. the glow of the piggy bank, maybe, or the constant threat of death and violence. the notion didn’t bother her; never an obstruction to her pursuit of release, rather something titillating in nature. she’d have to bring up at some point, see if it even crossed that sweet boy’s mind.
❛❛ hey, it’s alright. ❜❜ her tone takes on a firm quality, insistent without intention of being mean nor cold. ❛❛ don’t apologize. this is all new to you. ❜❜ and, though there hadn’t been verbal prodding nor confirmation of the ideation, she’d be hard pressed to find a man that didn’t watch porn. they were all the same, in a way. but it did set a baseline of her expectations, all that of raunchy videos playing out in exact order no matter the production: emphasis lies purely on how quickly the actors could get it on, cutting from a chaste straight to ramming into besotted actress with all the grace of a jackhammer. limited foreplay, if any at all. certainly not something that should be replicated, but common origin point for so many young men regardless — she thinks it to partially impact how she herself views sex, and more how she wishes to impact the viewpoints of others. she, the anomaly. not inherently submissive, disrespectful to authority. a woman, and thus carrying the implicit understanding that sex was not something for her to enjoy. that is bullshit, and it always has been; through lived experience, she knows how sex education lacks, and how she’d rather be open to answer questions and guide experiences rather than leave it all up to pornography.
he seems to catch on quick, though, and her breath catches in her throat from the feel of his hand at her chest. then the drag of his tongue was against her. abandoned hand with nothing to stabilize grips the blanket beneath her, twisting fistfuls of the bedspread to stave off her own flourishing desperation. her head tipped back to allow space for the chorus of moans erupting from her, voice breathy and hushed, working up her own neediness with the half-minded bucking of her waist back against gyeong-su. always seeking friction. greedy, like she wasn’t supposed to be. greedy, like what was entirely and wholly her. ❛❛ fuck… good — good boy, gyeong-su. ❜❜ ah, was that what she intended to say ? good job, maybe ? or was it merely an assumption blindly thrown to the wind, seeing if he’d react ? she’d do anything to keep his tongue working against her chest. it doesn’t really matter, does it ?
her soft frame squirms beneath, but her gaze shifts curiously at his statement — he was such a sweetheart. it was the sort of thing she would have loved to hear at literally any other time, besides when their lives were perpetually on the line and when tomorrow may not come. that is not to say that she regards it now with scorn. quite the opposite, judging by the fond smile gracing her lips. ❛❛ you’re, hah, you’re sweet. don’t distract yourself with all that. ❜❜ between the limited spans of the games, the contestants had nothing but time with which to fraternize and socialize to their heart’s content. so long as they could survive the dawn of a new day, what was there to fear ? for now, though, getting to know her felt like the least interesting thing about her — not when her skin, beneath his touch, was so soft, not when her plush lips parted in dual need and wait for him, not when the wetness slick against her panties was growing so dire.
Gyeong-Su gave a small moan at the movement - her rolling her hips before saying he was cute made it feel like she was trying to make him bust in his pants again! Oooh but he was cute to her! Not just cute, but really cute! It made his head spin, mind playing it on loop like a prayer to ensure he didn't forget that she said he's really cute! He doesn't want to die, but at least if he does, he can die happy! Oh dramatic- he's a Drama King, but it's positivity he craved to have. It was never on the top of his list - he had other priorities before the games, but now at least he can eliminate that craving.
Having her whimper caught him by surprise. Fuck- he did that. He made her whimper - he didn't know how he did, or if he even deserved to hear such an angelic tone. It wasn't like the over exaggerated whimpers he heard in shitty pornos, when the woman is being teased and practically made to beg. It was sweeter, made his heart race and tremble because Se-mi was so humanized. She wasn't there for his dirty gratification - she was lovely. Caring, she had emotions and Gyeong-Su would do anything to have those emotions stay positive.
"Oh- ah...Uni..." A toothy grin followed. He's not just a now ex Thanos fanboy, but an educated one! And he wants Se-mi to know that he at least has a functioning cerebrum's neocortex and hippocampus, being able to pay attention in class and take the knowledge in. Revision is key, too. Without a doubt, it was a way in which he wanted to impress her for whatever reasons he may conjure up, in hopes she'd pat his head and call him a good boy, even if education is the bare minimum for any human being.
university, huh ? he must be smarter than she ever gave him credit for — doubly so with all that science-y, biological bullshit. the thought process passes without judgement, more so a byproduct of her own lack of extended education. that was not a facet of life she was fortunate enough to go through with, nor was it a facet of life that particularly appealed to her. there was no major that could give her a job in her area of interest, so what was the point, really ? but gyeong-su was fortunate enough, clearly, and intelligent too. maybe she was wrong about him, in whatever fleeting judgment she had made based upon his veneration of thanos. was he too engrossed in his studies then, perhaps between the apparent duty of some plausible stan account run on whatever social media sites his cute little heart desired ? was that why his inexperience was so… overt ? not that it mattered. not that any of it mattered, in the scheme of things.
he’s confident enough to move on his own. and move her on his own. se-mi almost cannot believe it — and, had the situation betwixt them not been something so desperately passionate, perhaps she would’ve offered a blunt one-liner to delineate her shock — but she knows better than to look a gift fuck in the… sorry, where exactly was this going ? she lays back, just as gyeong-su moves her, resting her weight on splayed forearms. a damn shame the mattresses were so cheap and lackluster; that would’ve been something really nice, a prime comfort among the unforgiving tribulations of the games. no matter. this would suffice, her and him and the two of them together. she scrunches her face at the sensation of kisses pressed into the skin, more playing up coquetry that was hardly hers to lay claim to. again, uncharacteristic.
they were really doing this, then. the press of his bared cock against her elicits first a shiver, and then a hum forced through grit teeth. maybe she was unaccustomed to the build-up of it all / sex had always been a very objective thing, rough shoving down of whatever garments were in the way for the sole purpose of making the magic happen. herein, the magic was every brush of their skin against one another. se-mi can hardly believe the way she feels, let alone how she was capable of it; a girl that wishes desperately to have hardened herself from the world, an iron aegis from all the world that wishes for her to splinter. not gyeong-su, never gyeong-su.
still, maybe they could benefit from a little more built up energy. a smirk tugs the corners of her lips upward, a brow shifting to accompany. ❛❛ you know, it’s good to give a girl’s body a lot of attention. ❜❜ down with phallocentrism ! if se-mi was still deluding herself with the abstraction of this being a learning experience between friends, the least she could do was teach him well, set him off on the right path. …if there even was a path beyond the games and guards that held them captive. whatever. ❛❛ just… touch me, okay ? i want your hands on me. ❜❜ how strange, how vulnerable, allowing herself to be so fully wrought with need.

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"I am enjoying myself, Ms Se-mi! I promise!" He was eager to assure her - God why wouldn't he enjoy this? With her and all. Him holding back is a different answer entirely - he doesn't want to come off like a wild animal, showing he at least has some decency, but he also doesn't want her to think he's holding back on her. Oh it's so worrying - what if he comes off as not showing much care? What if she thinks he finds her ugly!? He doesn't! If he walked past her on the street, he would certainly turn his head! Not- whistle or anything....He'd just stare. Not like staring would be any better, but he'd simply be in awe.
Gyeong-Su rubbed small circles on her hip with his thumb, too engrossed in his worry fueled thoughts to realize his head had been tilted- no. Tilted alludes to a more rough touch. Tilted seems forced, like he didn't want to be in Se-mi's care. Guided would truly be best. Though he was lost in the moment until his neck got so lovingly given attention. He couldn't help but scream for a brief moment - it surprised him, with wide eyes and a deep inhale. But he would quickly move his occupied hand from her waist to her back, pressing his hand against her back to hold her closer, giving heavy breaths as he trembled. The sensation is too new, but not entirely unwelcomed, even with his whining and whimpering.
He would give a gasp when she gave him a bone and pulled away, feeling the pulsation in that area. His breaths were heavy and ragged, staring at her as if she had done something so unexpected. To him, she did. He had read much about this in spicy fiction - it may be his field of expertise, but the appeal of the rupturing of small blood vessels under the skin was typically lost on him. However, to have it actually happen to him - oh, he gets it.
"Is- ah...This going to leave a mark?" Gyeong-Su knew it would. He didn't know why he said words he already knew the answer to - he was a virgin, but he wasn't that clueless. He quickly shook his head, recoiling in on himself as he desperately stammered out random vowels as to salvage asking such an embarrassing question.
"Thank you, Ms Se-mi!" That's even worse, "I- I hope it lasts! I'm- gonna do you now!" Wording, Gyeong-Su. Whilst he does wanna do her, he wants to return the favor of such a loving gesture. And so he would move his opposing hand to join his other one, gently massaging her back as he leaned forwards, opting to go for the side of her neck once again. He deeply inhaled before exhaling, tracing his lip against the column before finding a good area. There he would graze his teeth against her skin as a forewarning, giving a few kisses before starting to suck. He would start gentle and rhythmically, before giving a slightly more rough suck. Not too hard though. It was like a pattern - kiss, gently suck then be a bit more rough - he would ensure to do this pattern a few times, only indicating he's done with a small nip to the area. He smiled softly, proud of himself for actually doing something like this and not overthinking, worrying about hurting her.
"Ah...You know, strong suction could cause minor complications like temporary facial muscle weakness, but that's incredibly rare," Now's not the time to drop this knowledge, "And in even more extreme, albeit rare as well, instances, a very hard suction near the carotid artery can perhaps lead to blood clots."
❛❛ of course it’s going to leave a mark. ❜❜ that was the point; some tangible evidence of their tryst to gaze upon even when all was said and done, when their tracksuits had been sheepishly dragged back onto their bodies and leaving them clad in the exact dehumanization the games desired. this, for now, was markedly human. human in the best and worst way, desperate and salacious and fond. maybe, just maybe, she wanted to draw attention to the two of them — juvenile like high school sweethearts, parading around the halls hand-in-hand — wanting certain recreant someone to fully fathom the decision he’d made. it’s not about him, and perhaps it never was to begin with / it is unfair to gyeong-su, especially with stiffness bore against her, to constantly leverage the space between. what she once had, what was now painfully endearing beneath her. she spares a moment to assess his features, saying nil whilst her countenance scrunched in scrutiny. he really was cute. it wasn’t something that struck her before, wherein he was merely a teammate that she looked to with the same curiosity she had once directed towards min-su. all roads are one, now. tip of her tongue traces idly against her lip piercing, head once again falling askew as her stare does not relent. a roll of her hips down onto him comes as reflex, lest her sudden silence and inaction strike any fear into him. then, bluntly, ❛❛ you’re really cute. you’re really a virgin ? ❜❜
so they would be matching, then. how saccharine. that would really drive in the whetted edge of replacement, walking around with them in the forthcoming days as though they were matching friendship bracelets. how ironic, then, to go through with this beneath the thin gossamer of well-meaning friendship. this is what friends do. ( that is why, in the deep recesses of her rib-cage, she knows it feels different than any entanglement prior, and furthermore why she refuses to dignify it with any meaningful acknowledgement / it is real, real enough for now, and that is all that matters, past the brisk caress of her cognizance daring to dive deep into how she feels. she doesn’t need the burden of emotion in this place. all she needs is touch. right… ? )
fastening of his lips at her neck immediately brings her to sharply breathe in, with a conscious pushing down of her weight onto him — wanting to feel as close to him as possible, in some stupid, selfish way. as if anyone in the games had any use for proximity. but proximity was worth it so long as it felt like this, suffusing candied flush across otherwise untouched pallor of her cheeks. her hand snakes to rest at the back of gyeong-su’s neck, nails lightly abrading against the flesh. he was fortunate, standing in as makeshift habitué; her neck was sensitive, remarkably so, and his dedicated efforts now had her reduced to mere putty in his hands. how uncharacteristic. a whimper, coaxed forth, passes unbidden through her, impelled purely by the pinch of his teeth. ❛❛ fuck, that’s… ❜❜ and yet her thought process is stalled by seemingly-unprovoked knowledge bomb. ❛❛ huh ? shit, where’d you learn all that ? ❜❜ the answer doesn’t really matter. not now, not with her mind so hazy with lust. with a hapless attempt to gather herself, se-mi swallows, tracing her tongue against the roof of her mouth, sensation to ground herself that does not involve the swivel of her weight atop him. ❛❛ i’m… you know i was serious, though, right ? you don’t need to hold back with me. i should’ve been more specific. i want to feel how much you’re enjoying yourself. ❜❜ her fingers twitch with the compulsion to direct attention to his waistband, but… all the while, it would make him finally pushing into her even better if she was as keyed up and needy as possible. a side of herself that no one else had been privy to — or was privy to, in actuality / erring on the side of detachment as much as possible — and it was all his to drink in. se-mi leans in, sweetly, delicately, pressing a single kiss into his lips before quickly pulling away. coquettish and cute, playful in a way that sex could be. should be, honestly.
Gyeong-Su gave a small moan at the movement - her rolling her hips before saying he was cute made it feel like she was trying to make him bust in his pants again! Oooh but he was cute to her! Not just cute, but really cute! It made his head spin, mind playing it on loop like a prayer to ensure he didn't forget that she said he's really cute! He doesn't want to die, but at least if he does, he can die happy! Oh dramatic- he's a Drama King, but it's positivity he craved to have. It was never on the top of his list - he had other priorities before the games, but now at least he can eliminate that craving.
Having her whimper caught him by surprise. Fuck- he did that. He made her whimper - he didn't know how he did, or if he even deserved to hear such an angelic tone. It wasn't like the over exaggerated whimpers he heard in shitty pornos, when the woman is being teased and practically made to beg. It was sweeter, made his heart race and tremble because Se-mi was so humanized. She wasn't there for his dirty gratification - she was lovely. Caring, she had emotions and Gyeong-Su would do anything to have those emotions stay positive.
"Oh- ah...Uni..." A toothy grin followed. He's not just a now ex Thanos fanboy, but an educated one! And he wants Se-mi to know that he at least has a functioning cerebrum's neocortex and hippocampus, being able to pay attention in class and take the knowledge in. Revision is key, too. Without a doubt, it was a way in which he wanted to impress her for whatever reasons he may conjure up, in hopes she'd pat his head and call him a good boy, even if education is the bare minimum for any human being.
Gyeong-Su frowned. They were friends - that be understands much. They may be on the same team, but the forces that may exist are against them. In an ideal world, they would still be close to those they trust because those that they trust wouldn't have cast them aside. But this is not an ideal world and the truth hurts like salt in the wound.
"Ah- Thanos and Mr Nam-Gyu were cool-" were, "-But I think you're cooler. Why he would choose them over you is beyond me." With how far parasocial goes, Gyeong-Su's attachment to Thanos was at least to thank for him for knowing her. If he wasn't a music fan, it'd be hard to say if he would even speak to her on his own fruition. How would he even be? He mustn't dwell on these what-ifs, not when he felt like it was a jab at him also. He didn't want to go back to those two - if he was so easily discarded by four, then going back would ensure he wouldn't last long in the games. Him living was a miracle, a second chance and he cannot fuck this up.
he's... interesting. oscillating between enthusiasm and repression, worked up too much and not enough; hasn't she told him enough, to simply do as his body insists ? she doesn't mind, she really doesn't mind. but she's had enough of the back and forth on those who had abandoned them callously — inclusive of how she thinks not of how min-su softly cried out for the man now beneath her in the wake of being discarded like garbage — and opts, instead, to focus solely on the heat between them. that's all that really matters. she deserves to enjoy herself in here. they both do.
a soft cluck of her tongue, ❛❛ are you holding back, gyeong-su ? ❜❜ she does not seek transparency. se-mi can see for herself that he is, every drive upward of his hips constrained by some notion of decency. it's not her cup of tea. they are doing this for a reason, engaging in impassioned gyrating for noble purpose, so why skirt around the truth under some thin veneer of decency ? ❛❛ you don't have to do that. seriously. i want to know if you're enjoying yourself. ❜❜ not to mention how the idea of him rutting up against her like a desperate mutt was endearing. titillating, perhaps, seeing how riled up he can get from something as chaste as dry humping.
then, out of curiosity more than anything else, fleeting urge to experiment on untouched territory in gyeong-su's realm of intimacy. ( it's all untouched, really, and though the thought may be selfish, se-mi nevertheless feels enthused by how it is she that is able to do these things onto him / she, with his best interests in mind, she who touches him because he deserves to be touched. she pays no mind to the negatives, that all contestants must move selfishly in the name of the money that they covet. she's already won, as far as she cares. money is a limited resource, and human contact nourishes the soul. ) the firm hold of lithe fingers angles his head, guiding his chin upward to grant space for where her lips latch at the skin of his neck. kissing and sucking, gentlest grazing of her teeth against the area, working her mouth against him until she pulls back to scrutinize the red mark gradually suffusing across the smooth plane. it'll flourish into a more saturated coloration soon enough, something embarrassing once the morning comes and there are prying eyes desperate to scrutinize. but it's impossible to think to the future when the future may never come — what she knows is now, and how badly, engrossed in this present moment, she wants him.
"I am enjoying myself, Ms Se-mi! I promise!" He was eager to assure her - God why wouldn't he enjoy this? With her and all. Him holding back is a different answer entirely - he doesn't want to come off like a wild animal, showing he at least has some decency, but he also doesn't want her to think he's holding back on her. Oh it's so worrying - what if he comes off as not showing much care? What if she thinks he finds her ugly!? He doesn't! If he walked past her on the street, he would certainly turn his head! Not- whistle or anything....He'd just stare. Not like staring would be any better, but he'd simply be in awe.
Gyeong-Su rubbed small circles on her hip with his thumb, too engrossed in his worry fueled thoughts to realize his head had been tilted- no. Tilted alludes to a more rough touch. Tilted seems forced, like he didn't want to be in Se-mi's care. Guided would truly be best. Though he was lost in the moment until his neck got so lovingly given attention. He couldn't help but scream for a brief moment - it surprised him, with wide eyes and a deep inhale. But he would quickly move his occupied hand from her waist to her back, pressing his hand against her back to hold her closer, giving heavy breaths as he trembled. The sensation is too new, but not entirely unwelcomed, even with his whining and whimpering.
He would give a gasp when she gave him a bone and pulled away, feeling the pulsation in that area. His breaths were heavy and ragged, staring at her as if she had done something so unexpected. To him, she did. He had read much about this in spicy fiction - it may be his field of expertise, but the appeal of the rupturing of small blood vessels under the skin was typically lost on him. However, to have it actually happen to him - oh, he gets it.
"Is- ah...This going to leave a mark?" Gyeong-Su knew it would. He didn't know why he said words he already knew the answer to - he was a virgin, but he wasn't that clueless. He quickly shook his head, recoiling in on himself as he desperately stammered out random vowels as to salvage asking such an embarrassing question.
"Thank you, Ms Se-mi!" That's even worse, "I- I hope it lasts! I'm- gonna do you now!" Wording, Gyeong-Su. Whilst he does wanna do her, he wants to return the favor of such a loving gesture. And so he would move his opposing hand to join his other one, gently massaging her back as he leaned forwards, opting to go for the side of her neck once again. He deeply inhaled before exhaling, tracing his lip against the column before finding a good area. There he would graze his teeth against her skin as a forewarning, giving a few kisses before starting to suck. He would start gentle and rhythmically, before giving a slightly more rough suck. Not too hard though. It was like a pattern - kiss, gently suck then be a bit more rough - he would ensure to do this pattern a few times, only indicating he's done with a small nip to the area. He smiled softly, proud of himself for actually doing something like this and not overthinking, worrying about hurting her.
"Ah...You know, strong suction could cause minor complications like temporary facial muscle weakness, but that's incredibly rare," Now's not the time to drop this knowledge, "And in even more extreme, albeit rare as well, instances, a very hard suction near the carotid artery can perhaps lead to blood clots."