#konigsluv

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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You walked out into the living room to see it the same as it was the night before. Even with the dishes still in the sink that you asked Sukuna so nicely to take care of a day ago!

You didn't even bother giving him a kiss on the way out of the house, or listen to his excuses as you dressed as fast as you could. Sukuna was even baffled that you pushed his hands off of your waist when he tried talking sweet to you. You never resisted his sweet voice...

Now he knew he was screwed.

Especially when you didn't respond to his texts, and ignored his calls. In all, it made Sukuna a little pissed. Not at you though, just at himself for being such a fuck up. Seriously, how bad of a boyfriend was he to blank on your birthday?

"Fuck, please baby, i'm sorry," he growls into his phone as he collapses onto the couch, "just answer me- answer the god damn phone already," he then hangs up, hoping you'll at least listen to the voicemail.

You don't.

You're at work now, staring down at your phone with furrowed brows. The countless texts:

10:23AM || Ryo: baby i'm sorry

10:23AM || Ryo: i'll take you out to dinner, get you something nice

seen 10:23 AM

10:34AM || Ryo: fuck i'm already pissed off, don't ignore me

10:35AM || Ryo: i'm sorry, tell me what to do to make it up to you

seen 10:35 am

You couldn't believe the audacity of that man. For him to get mad?!

After ignoring him, Sukuna stopped spamming you, which made you feel even shittier.

You kind of wanted him to fight for your attention on your birthday, even if you were mad... and weren't responding...

bzz-bzz

You almost ignore the notification from your phone, thinking you should punish him more. Though you couldn't, you wanted to see what else he had to say for himself.

11:14AM || Ryo: i'm sorry baby. I got your present, just forgive me already

*photo attached*

You purse your lips in suspicion, you wonder what he got you that could make up for forgetting your fucking birthday.

Clicking on the photo you immediately turn your phone off at the speed of light and almost fling it across the room.

Was he crazy?!?! Sending that to you at work?!

Your cheeks flush as you whip your head around, wondering if anyone saw your phone screen. Of course Sukuna sent you a fucking picture of his dick.

11:15AM || You: why the fuck are you sending me dick pics at work?!

11:15AM || You: I'd be dead if someone saw that

11:15AM || Ryo: did you see it

11:16AM || You: your penis? yes Ryomen.

11:16AM || You: I know what it looks like.

11:16AM || Ryo: you didn't, open it again

Groaning internally you wondered what he was on about. You glance around once more before walking into the bathrooms and shutting yourself in a stall.

Clicking on the photo again your eyes widened.

It was Sukuna's cock alright but... he had tied a pink ribbon around it in the shape of a bow. And was that a box of donuts?...

11:19AM || Ryo: i'll let you stack donuts on it. I can get those fruit roll ups if you want me to

You huff a sigh from your nose, running a hand down your face as you try to calm your erratically beating heart. This man was going to be the death of you.

After a minute of conflicted emotions and staring at your phone screen, you respond.

11:20AM || You: you're forgiven.

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"I don't recall making any plans with you tonight," you said carefully, your tone carrying a hint of suspicion at his unexpected appearance. You studied his gaze, trying to decipher the reason behind this impromptu visit that came without warning. 

Without waiting for an invitation, Yoon-Ho breezed past you into the apartment, the scent of his cologne trailing behind him. You released a resigned sigh, closed the door with a soft click, and followed his tall figure into the living space. 

"Yeah well, I thought I'd surprise you," he announced cheerfully as he strode purposefully toward the kitchen, his long legs carrying him across the space in just a few steps. 

He placed the grocery bag down on the counter with a soft rustle. You leaned against the cool marble surface and observed as he began taking out a fascinating array of ingredients from the depths of the bag.

"Have you eaten?" Yoon-Ho asked, dropping down to squat on his haunches as he opened the cabinet beside the stove, his hands moving with surprising familiarity as he searched for pans among your kitchenware.

"It's eight at night," you replied dryly, your tone suggesting that the answer should be obvious.

"Have you?" he pressed, turning his head to cast a knowing glance in your direction. His eyes seemed to read the signs of hunger and stress etched on your face like an open book.

You remained silent, simply furrowing your brows at him in response, your silence speaking volumes and giving him exactly the answer he had expected.

With practiced ease, Yoon-Ho began preparing what promised to be an elaborate meal.

His hands moved with precision as he chopped colorful vegetables and tender meat, the knife making rhythmic sounds against the cutting board. He tossed ingredients into the pan, the sizzling sound filling the kitchen as he added various seasonings and spices.

You found yourself not really focusing on what specific dish he was creating. Instead, your eyes tracked his movements around your kitchen, mesmerized by how naturally he navigated the space.

...It was like he lived there.

The thought sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. No way. You pushed the notion aside quickly, trying to ignore how comfortable he looked in your personal space.

"Should I even be trusting your cooking abilities?" you asked, attempting to sound skeptical, but the heavenly aroma wafting from the stove betrayed your doubts. The scent made your mouth water involuntarily, and your stomach growled softly in anticipation.

"I don't see why not," Yoon-Ho responded confidently, his attention focused on the pot as he stirred its contents with careful attention. Steam rose in delicate swirls as he added more ingredients.

"I've been told that I should've been a chef instead of a hunter." The smugness in his voice was impossible to miss, even though you couldn't see his face.

"Really..." you hummed, maintaining a facade of skepticism despite the increasingly appetizing aromas filling the kitchen. Your stomach grumbled again, louder this time, and you hoped the sound of cooking masked it.

"Mhm," he confirmed with a single, self-assured nod before turning to face you. He cocked his head slightly to the side, a gesture that somehow managed to be both endearing and irritating at the same time.

"I've also been told that I'd make a wonderful househusband," Yoon-Ho informed you, his lips curving into a meaningful smile. His eyes sparkled with suggestion, clearly pushing you to consider the possibility.

"And who told you that? Your grandma? A previous relationship?" you questioned, unable to resist the urge to tease him. A hint of a smile played at the corners of your mouth as you watched his reaction, genuinely curious about the source of such high praise for his domestic skills.

"Ohh, wondering about my ex's, are you?" he said slyly, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes dramatically, making sure he caught your exasperated expression.

"Not in the slightest," you declared firmly as you pushed yourself away from the counter. You walked to stand beside him, your shoulder barely brushing against his arm as you peered over to inspect his culinary masterpiece. The aromatic steam wafted up, making your mouth water despite your attempts to remain unimpressed.

"I was simply wondering who would put that ridiculous idea in your head. The thought of you as a househusband seems rather far-fetched, don't you think?"

Yoon-Ho glanced down at you, his eyes momentarily dropping to your chest before snapping back up to meet your questioning gaze. A slight flush colored his cheeks at being caught in the act.

"It was..." he paused, suddenly finding the contents of the pan incredibly fascinating as he stirred them with unnecessary vigor, "It was an ex," he finally admitted, his voice carrying a hint of discomfort that piqued your interest despite yourself.

You only hummed in response, a noncommittal sound that revealed nothing of your thoughts. A part of you burned with curiosity about his past relationships, wanting to know who had shared his life before you. But you quickly squashed that dangerous line of thinking.

Learning about his romantic history would only serve to make your relationship more personal, more intimate. That was exactly the opposite of what you wanted - or at least, what you told yourself you wanted.

Your current arrangement with him worked perfectly fine without delving into emotional complications...

The sizzling of the pan filled the comfortable silence between you as Yoon-Ho put the finishing touches on their meal. Finally, with a flourish that seemed both practiced and natural, he presented his creation to you. A small, proud smile graced his features as he watched your reaction.

You raised an eyebrow as you reached for the bowl, pulling it closer to examine its contents.

"You made... bibimbap...?" you questioned, a bit surprised and mildly confused for no apparent reason. 

The colorful arrangement of vegetables, meat, and rice looked appetizing, the steam carrying an enticing aroma that made your stomach growl appreciatively. The presentation was impressive, each ingredient carefully placed to create an aesthetically pleasing display.

Yoon-Ho leaned casually against the counter, his height allowing him to tower over you even in this relaxed position.

"What? Don't like it?" he asked, though his confident expression suggested he already knew the answer. His eyes tracked your movements as you continued to inspect the dish.

"No, no, it's fine," you assured him quickly, not wanting to seem ungrateful, "I was just expecting something... I don't know, more." you grabbed the spoon he had thoughtfully laid out and began mixing the ingredients together.

You noticed he had prepared a bowl for himself as well, and you both fell into a comfortable silence as they both started eating.

"So, how was your day?" he asked after a few moments, a hint of hesitation in his tone that seemed out of character for his usually confident demeanor. You looked up from your food, catching the genuine interest in his expression.

Your lips pursed thoughtfully as you considered your response, finally settling on a casual shrug.

"It was alright. Though we're getting more concerning reports about casualties in strike squads not affiliated with any guilds," you revealed, professional concern seeping into your voice.

Yoon-Ho immediately perked up at this information, "Oh? How do you investigate something like that?" he asked, his food momentarily forgotten as he focused entirely on your response.

You released a heavy sigh, spoon pausing midway to your mouth.

"Not very effectively. The nature of dungeons means we have no surveillance or concrete evidence to work with. We're limited to witness statements, and that's where things get difficult," you took another bite before continuing, "In this group, we've noticed a pattern - the witnesses are always the same people. They're the only survivors of these incidents."

Yoon-Ho's brow furrowed in thought as he processed this information, "They're probably killing the other hunters," he suggested casually, though his eyes had hardened with understanding.

"Or using them as pawns during boss fights to secure the loot for themselves," he added, and you nodded in agreement, impressed by his quick grasp of the situation.

"Yeah, that's exactly what we suspect," you confirmed, stirring your bibimbap absently.

"But proving it is another thing entirely. The dungeons disappear after being cleared, taking any potential evidence with them. And to complicate matters further," you added with a note of frustration, "many at the Association are hesitant to pursue this investigation too aggressively."

"Why is that?" Yoon-Ho wondered aloud, his curiosity evident.

"The leader of the strike squad is Hwang Dong-Suk," you revealed, watching as recognition flickered across his features. 

"Hwang?" he repeated, his eyes narrowing as he processed this information. "As in elder brother of-"

"Hwang Dong-Soo yeah..." you pursed your lips and stared intently at your empty bowl, fingers tracing invisible patterns on its surface, "Now you understand why no one wants to ask questions. His reputation precedes him in the worst possible way."

Yoon-Ho chuckled darkly, shaking his head as memories of past encounters flashed through his mind, "Yea, yeah I do. I wouldn't want to talk to that immature bastard either. The way he handles situations... it's like watching a child with too much power and zero responsibility."

You laughed softly at his characterization, the sound carrying a hint of genuine amusement despite the serious subject matter. Your eyes sparkled with mirth as you looked at him.

"Immature bastard? Seriously? That's the best description you can come up with for someone who's terrorized half the hunting community?"

"What? I'm not wrong," he defended with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His expression carried traces of old confrontations and unresolved tensions.

You tapped your nails against the counter, creating a rhythmic pattern that seemed to echo your thoughts, "Eh, I guess not huh. He is pretty hazardous to deal with..." you murmured, your voice trailing off as memories of past incidents surfaced in your mind. There was that one time he hit on you as you tried escorting him out of a weapons dealer store... 

Yoon-Ho found himself captivated by your smile, the way it softened your usually sharp (mean) expression, how it made your eyes crinkle at the corners. He wanted to preserve that expression, to be the reason it appeared more often. The warm flutter in his chest intensified as he watched you, growing into something more substantial, more demanding.

After a moment of contemplative silence, he gathered his courage and spoke, his voice carrying a weight of significance.

"Hey, so... what are we?"

Your head snapped up from the counter, your body tensing visibly as dread coiled in your stomach. This was exactly the kind of conversation you'd been skillfully avoiding for weeks.

"I dunno," you muttered, hoping your noncommittal response might deter further discussion.

"You 'don't know'," Yoon-Ho repeated, his tone carefully neutral despite the storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface, "Hm... well, do you wanna be something? Something more defined, more concrete?"

Your brows pulled together in a frown, creating a small crease between them that he found inexplicably endearing despite the situation.

"..I don't know," you said again, your voice carrying a hint of frustration, "Isn't this okay?.. What we're doing now?"

He raised an eyebrow, deliberately playing dumb. "eating?"

"smart." your voice dripped with irritation. You knew exactly what he was doing - using feigned ignorance to force you into articulating what you'd rather leave unsaid, "I mean the... no, no labels thing or whatever. The freedom to just be without silly expectations or commitments."

"But why?" His voice rose slightly, betraying his growing frustration, "Why don't you want to label anything? We could be dating right now," he said, emphasizing the word you seemed so determined to avoid, "I don't get it."

"I just don't want that right now... to date you—" you tried to keep your voice steady, but uncertainty crept in at the edges.

"Then what do you want?" Yoon-Ho's tone turned firm, all pretense of casual conversation abandoned. His eyes bore into yours, demanding honesty.

You met his gaze unflinchingly, refusing to be intimidated into a decision you weren't ready to make. The silence stretched between them, charged with tension and unspoken desires. Finally, you spoke, your voice low but clear.

"Sex."

Yoon-Ho scoffed, rolling his eyes as he pushed away from the counter. His movements betrayed his growing frustration with their arrangement, with being kept at arm's length while you took what you wanted. The realization that he was being used - again - sparked anger in his chest.

"Right now." you added the words quickly, hoping to diffuse the situation with the promise of physical pleasure, to distract him from the emotional conversation he seemed determined to have.

He stopped in his tracks, turning to look at you with an intensity that made your breath catch.

Anger flashed in his eyes as he deliberately walked around the counter, his movements predatory and purposeful. Without warning, Yoon-Ho grabbed your jaw, his fingers firm but not painful, and crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.

The aggression behind the action spoke volumes about his emotional state, about his frustration with their undefined relationship. He pressed your back against the counter, the edge digging into your spine, before suddenly breaking the kiss. In one fluid motion, he spun you around, bending you over the counter's surface, his actions fueled by a potent mixture of desire and anger.

Your eyes widened in shock, your breath catching in your throat as you craned your neck to look at him over your shoulder.

"Wait- here?" you gasped, your heart hammering against your ribs. You let out a soft, involuntary mewl when his hands moved swiftly to your pants, his fingers making quick work of the fastenings before yanking them down with unnecessary force.

The sudden action sent a jolt of uncertainty through your body, extinguishing the flames of desire that had been burning moments ago. Your mind shifted abruptly, no longer wanting this.

"You said you wanted it right now. I don't have time to move you into the room," Yoon-Ho spat out, his voice dripping with bitterness. His harsh tone only served to fuel your growing uncertainty, making your blood boil beneath your skin with newfound anger. 

"What is with you- ah!" your words transformed into a startled cry as he thrust his cock into you without warning, filling you completely in one swift motion.

Your fingers scrambled for purchase on the smooth counter edge, your body trembling violently as your nervous system struggled to process the overwhelming sensations. Your mind couldn't decide whether to interpret the intense feelings as searing pain or explosive pleasure, leaving you caught in a confusing limbo of feelings.

Yoon-Ho snapped his hips forward with deliberate force, his right hand gripping your hip with bruising intensity while his left hand found itself on the back of your neck. A tempest of conflicting emotions raged within him: raw anger intertwined with deep hurt, pleasure mixing with gnawing guilt. The emotional cocktail clouded his judgment, making his thoughts swim hazily as if his head had been stuffed with cotton.

"What's with me? What's with you," he growled between powerful thrusts, each movement growing increasingly aggressive as his hips collided forcefully with your ass. The sound of skin meeting skin rang out through the kitchen.

"I can tell you like this, 'cause you invite me over for sex, but then what? Is this all we'll ever be?"

"sl-slow down-" you pleaded, voice breaking into desperate whimpers. An overwhelming sense of suffocation gripped you as his fingers tightened around your throat from behind, while his cock pivoted deliberately to assault your cervix with punishing precision. The dual assault left you gasping for air and coherent thoughts.

"Is this all I am to you? Just a living, breathing dildo??" he hissed through clenched teeth, his vision becoming increasingly unfocused as emotion overtook reason.

You felt hot tears beginning to form in your eyes, the physical and emotional intensity becoming too much to bear.

"Tell me, pretty girl, what am I?" Yoon-Ho's voice dropped to a dangerous growl as he leaned down close to your ear, adjusting his position to study your face. The moment he noticed the tears clinging to your long lashes, his movements ceased abruptly, guilt flooding his system like ice water in his veins.

"Yoon-Ho please, slow... slow down..." you whimpered brokenly, your voice cracking painfully on his name. The sound of your distress cut through his anger like a knife through butter.

His hand released your throat immediately, moving to wrap protectively around your middle before sliding up between your breasts to cradle your neck with newfound gentleness. Yoon-Ho carefully lifted your trembling form off the counter, supporting your weight against his chest.

"I'm sorry," he murmured softly into your hair, genuine remorse evident in his tone, "I was too rough, wasn't I?"

With careful movements, he carried you to your bedroom, his steps measured and steady despite his racing heart. He laid you down onto the plush mattress with unexpected tenderness, treating you as if you might shatter under too firm a touch.

Spreading your thighs with gentle hands, he aligned himself and slid back into your warmth with deliberate slowness, taking a deep, centering breath as your body welcomed him. He focused intently on the exquisite sensation of your silken walls fluttering around his length, trying to ground himself in the present moment rather than his earlier anger.

Yoon-Ho's eyes traveled slowly downward, taking in every detail of your trembling form beneath him.

His gaze lingered on the slight sheen of sweat coating your skin, the way your chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, before finally settling on the intimate point where their bodies joined.

The sight of his cock disappearing into your wet heat made his breath catch in his throat. With newfound tenderness, his hand moved between their bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive bud. He began to rub slow, sensual circles around your clit as he established a gentler rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of you carefully, determined to replace your pain with pleasure.

"I just don't want you to walk away," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His hips faltered momentarily as a quiet groan escaped his parted lips, the sensation of your warmth overwhelming his senses.

Your back arched dramatically off the bed, your hips moving with desperate intensity as you sought to take him deeper, to feel every inch of him inside of you.

"I love you too much to let you go... you understand that, don't you, baby?"

Yoon-Ho's gaze fixed intently on the subtle bulge in your tummy, a visual testament to how deeply he filled you. The sight of you, stretched and stuffed so completely with his thick cock, sent a surge of satisfaction through his body. Your incoherent whimpers and desperate moans proved just how thoroughly he had fucked you.

"I'm- I'm fuck!- ngh, r-right there," you cried out, your mind too consumed by the intense pleasure of his slow thrusts to form any clear thoughts.

Your words dissolved into desperate pants as his skilled fingers found their way to your sensitive clit.

"Oh shhittt," you moaned, your voice breaking as he leaned forward, adjusting his angle. His fingertips traced deliberate circles against your swollen bud while his hips maintained their perfect rhythm. The combination of sensations proved too much, sending you careening over the edge into an explosive orgasm that shook your entire body.

Yoon-Ho released a deep moan as your inner walls contracted rhythmically around him, your body desperately trying to milk every drop from his throbbing cock. He pressed forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of your sweaty skin.

"I know, I know," he murmured, his hot breath fanning across your sweat-dampened flesh.

"you understand... I just know you do," his words trailed off into a deep, chest-rumbling groan as his own release overtook him. His jaw went slack as he emptied himself inside of you, marking your womb with his sticky cum.

With careful movements, Yoon-Ho withdrew from your warmth, the motion eliciting simultaneous shivers from both their oversensitive bodies. The sight of you lying there, thoroughly fucked out and satisfied, made his breath catch in his throat.

"you look absolutely divine like this..." he murmured appreciatively, his strong hand pushing back your trembling thigh. His dark eyes fixated on the erotic sight of his release slowly trickling from your well-used entrance.

"I could just devour you whole..." he smirked, his heated gaze traveling up to meet your eyes, taking in your flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips.

"My mouth is watering," he admitted, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. The words carried a weight of promise, suggesting that despite the thorough fucking, he was far from finished with you. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your inner thigh, drawing ever closer to your sensitive core, while his eyes remained locked on your face, drinking in every minute reaction to his touch.

He leans down and captures your lips with his, kissing you tenderly as if they hadn't just shared such sexy moment.

His lips hum against yours while his tongue explores the warm cavern of your mouth, tracing patterns along the roof that make you shiver. You moan into the kiss, your trembling hands finding their way up to wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft hair at his nape.

The simple act of kissing thrills you - there's something pure and sweet about it despite everything else you've done with him.

Yoon-Ho grazes your lower lip with his teeth before soothing the slight sting with his tongue, taking his time to savor your taste. When he finally pulls back, his dark eyes lock onto yours with burning intensity.

"I wanna put my cock in your mouth," he whispers hoarsely, his heated gaze dropping to your lips. His thumb presses against your plump bottom lip, pulling it down to expose your teeth.

"you'd look so gorgeous with me fucking your face." His voice drips with raw desire, making your pulse quicken.

Your cheeks flame bright red at his bold words. The mere suggestion of taking him in your mouth sends a thrill of nervous excitement through your body. You've never ventured into this territory before, but something about his hungry expression and the way he touches you makes you want to try. Your inexperience doesn't deter you - instead, it adds to the interest of giving him a blowjob. 

"..okay," you mumble softly, watching as Yoon-Ho freezes momentarily. His eyes widen slightly, clearly caught off guard by your willing agreement. The surprise on his face quickly morphs into heated anticipation.

Minutes later, you find yourself on all fours on the bed, your lips stretched around his thick length as you take him into your warm mouth. His fingers thread through your soft hair, providing gentle guidance as you bob your head in a steady rhythm that makes him groan.

The wet sounds of your mouth working his cock fill the room, mixing with his heavy breathing and occasional moans of pleasure.

The sight of you like this - so eager to please him - threatens to make him cum far too quickly. He forces himself to maintain control, wanting to burn this image into his memory forever.

His dark lashes flutter against his cheeks as you take him deeper, your throat constricting around his sensitive head. His cock pulses when you gag slightly, the vibrations of your moan sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.

The way you look up at him through tear-rimmed eyes, your lips stretched wide around his girth, makes his head spin with desire.

"fuck... just like that," he moans deeply, his hips instinctively pushing forward to slide deeper into your wet mouth. You wince slightly as you feel your lips stretch further to accommodate him.

The sensation is foreign but immensely arousing - the weight of him on your tongue, the taste of his skin, the way he twitches when you swallow around him. Your tongue glides along his shaft, coating him liberally with saliva that drips down your chin.

Growing bolder, you pull back until just the tip remains between your lips. Your tongue swirls around his sensitive head before pressing into his slit, exploring the small opening with the point of your tongue. The unexpected stimulation makes Yoon-Ho whimper, his whole body trembling.

His orgasm hits suddenly - you pull away in surprise, causing thick ropes of cum to paint your flushed face and tangle in your tousled hair. The sight of his release marking you makes his cock twitch again, wanting to shove into your mouth again.

Yoon-Ho tightens his grip in your hair, guiding your face back toward his still-pulsing length.

"open," he commands breathlessly, his voice rough with pleasure. You comply immediately, parting your swollen lips.

He drags his sensitive cockhead across your waiting tongue, shuddering as he milks the last drops of his orgasm. The oversensitivity makes his thighs quake, but he can't resist the wet heat of your mouth.

"christ.." he pants heavily, tapping his softening cock against your cum-streaked cheek while a satisfied grin spreads across his face.

"you look so fucking hot right now..." His eyes drink in every detail - your disheveled hair, your glazed eyes, his seed glistening on your skin. The image of you like this, looking thoroughly debauched, sears itself into his memory.

He knows he'll replay this moment countless times in his mind, remembering how eagerly you took him, how perfectly your mouth fit around him, how beautiful you looked absolutely covered in his cum.

You blink up at him, feeling his warm release coating your face, your mind struggling to process his words through the haze of arousal. Yoon-Ho traces his finger across your flushed cheek, gathering the pearly drops of his seed. He pushes his thumb past your parted lips, pressing it firmly against your tongue, making you taste his seed. The bitter saltiness floods your mouth as you instinctively swallow around his digit.

His eyes darken with renewed arousal as he watches your tongue work around his thumb.

Leaning down, an eager smile plays across his lips, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "Want me to return the favor?"

"hnn?" you grunt softly, still tasting his release on your tongue, your mind still clouded with lingering traces of their shared intimacy. The way his eyes roam hungrily over your face makes your pulse quicken with anticipation.

"I mean just imagine it," he murmurs seductively, bringing his face close to your ear. His hot breath fans against your sensitive skin as he traces the delicate shell with the tip of his tongue.

The wet heat of his mouth sends shivers down your spine as he continues his sensual exploration. His teeth graze your earlobe before he whispers, his voice thick with promise, "my tongue all in your pussy..." The crude words spoken in such an intimate way make your body shake with need, your pussy clenching at the vivid image his words paint.

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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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"mmf... fuck," a soft groan left his soft lips as he dragged the tip of his cock up your inner thigh. Sukuna hovered over you in the dark room, one of his hands spreading your thighs as the other guides his throbbing cock along your skin.

He didn't know why, but it was always when you slept, vulnerable and with your guard down that he always got so turned on. It started with him waking up at night after having a lewd dream and looking down to see a large tent in his sweats. At first, he contemplated going to the bathroom and relieving himself but as he shifted to get out of bed you sighed softly.

Sukuna almost forgot. He was in a committed relationship now, which meant sharing a bed with another person.

His red eyes darken as he leaned over the bed, one of his hands reaching over and brushing your cheek with the back of his knuckles. At the feeling of your warm soft skin under his hands, he didn't hesitate to position himself between your sleeping legs and rub his clothed erection against you.

Ever since then, he has been waiting until you fall asleep before initiating physical intimacy. And whenever it happens, he always pushed just a bit father to test the limits. All he could do was thank God you were a heavy sleeper.

"so pretty with your eyes closed, hm?" he hums quietly to himself as if he were mocking you; the soft sounds of his breaths and fapping filling the room. Sukuna was feeling grateful you decided to go to sleep tonight only wearing your panties and one of his shirts, no bra.

Now he was between your legs, your thighs up and over his as he slid your panties to the side and slowly rubbed the head of his cock between your folds.

Sukuna pauses for a moment when your face stirred, and a soft breath left your lips as if you were moaning. Smacking your lips, you fall right back to sleep and a sly smirk creeps onto his face.

"so fucking clueless," he hissed before slowly moving his hips to keep sliding his cock between your pussy and underwear, "and so fucking hot,"

His brows pull together as his hips jerked forward- at this point not even caring if you woke up because it felt so good.

But no, his favorite thing about using your body when you slept was the fact that you, though unconscious, liked it. Or maybe it was more so your body that did.

Your cunt would always get sopping wet, coating his thick cock in your substances and letting lewd squelches sound from between your legs.

"you like that baby?" Sukuna asked while leaning down and pressing his hand into the mattress beside your shoulder, "yeah you do- so fucking wet, ngh," his red eyes narrow as he stares at your sleeping face. Your nose crinkled and small curt breaths escaped your lips.

"'bouta make me cum all over this pretty stomach," his free hand moved down, lifting the shirt you wore above your breasts so he could see more of your soft skin, "ah- shit-"

Sukuna clenched his teeth and shut his eyes as hard as he could to prevent from moaning to loud as his cock twitched and spasmed in his hand, his white seed shooting all over your stomach in quick spurts.

For a moment his body is tense and in shock, but he becomes a whimpering mess as his hips snapped forward, rocking your body as he tries to ride out his orgasm to its fullest. With one last drip of cum from the tip of his cock he lets out a shaky breath and sits back, trying to regain control of his head as he sees his cum on your stomach and the mess he made in your underwear.

Your cunt was throbbing with need, pretty and pleading as he stared at it- desperate to go again.

Maybe one more time. Maybe on more time he'll see how far he can go without waking you up....

"What the...." your voice was quiet as your mind reeled. Once again you woke up, feeling flushed and oddly aroused just to see your panties soaking wet and the sheet beneath you damp. You swallowed thickly, embarrassment filling your veins as you stare down at the mess 'you' made.

With a quick glance to Sukuna who was sleeping on his side, faced away from you, you get up and head to the bathroom- needing to relieve some of this arousal.

Sukuna opened his eyes when he heard the bathroom door shut and your soft moans muffled from the door, "...clueless," he murmurs with a sadistic grin before closing his eyes, actually going to sleep.

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You just sighed, continuing to pat her on the back as if she was some small child who needed supervision. Knowing the mage, she had always been a lightweight when it came to drinking.

“Ohh, look who it is,” a deep voice hummed- rich and smooth, and a large figure slid into the booth on your other side. He slipped his hand over your shoulder with practiced familiarity, almost as if you had known him your entire life. 

Great, as if the night couldn't get any better. The sarcasm in your thoughts was almost palpable, as was the expression on your face. 

Baek Yoon-Ho, the only other S-rank at the dinner which celebrated the clearing of a B-rank dungeon had made his appearance. 

He was the guild master of the White Tiger Guild despite being only twenty-seven; being in his prime with the power that seemed to radiate from his being. Impressive, yes, but not surprising given his up-bringing. 

Yoon-Ho was the second person in Korea to receive the S-rank title when the appearance of dungeons popped up two years ago, marking the beginning of a new horror-filled era for humanity. 

He was strong, impossibly so, and it was even rumored that when he went full out in a fight he transformed into a beast- a massive white tiger that could tear through dungeon monsters like paper. Only a select few had witnessed this transformation, but those who had spoke of it as an anomaly with slight awe in their eyes. 

You were the third person to receive an S-rank title, only getting your evaluation three months after Yoon-Ho.

But instead of making a guild like most hunters were clamoring to do, you joined the new Hunter’s Association and became chief for the Hunter’s Surveillance team. Their job was to keep all hunters who were too strong for regular law enforcement in check and law-abiding. It was a demanding position that required strength and a sense of justice, qualities that you seemed confident to have.

Today, when the first strike squad of the White Tiger Guild began to struggle against the overwhelming forces within the B-rank dungeon, Baek Yoon-Ho himself entered the dungeon and intervened, defeating the dungeon boss - a massive three-headed hydra - and saving all twenty-one members of his guild’s strike squad. 

From what you heard, the battle was intense, with the guild master showing why he deserved his S-rank status. 

Of course, you were sent to make sure everything was in check and to report any casualties but thankfully, there were none. You had him to thank for that, seriously. His quick action had prevented what could have been a devastating loss of hunters. 

But one question still lingered in your mind, nagging like an itch.

Why was he so into you??

Every gathering, every mission, every damn encounter- he would appear with that same smooth smile and knowing eyes. It was becoming a pattern that was getting difficult for you to ignore. 

“What do you want?” you said, the corners of your mouth tilting down in obvious displeasure. 

You didn’t hate him, not really- Yoon-Ho just really annoyed you with his constant attention and his attempts at smooth talk. It was getting to a point where you just wanted to challenge him to a duel to kick his ass and wipe that stupid fucking smirk off his face. 

Maybe then he’d finally take you seriously as a fellow S-rank rather than… whatever this was supposed to be. 

Jia then mumbled something incoherent under her breath, her words a barely audible mess before she slipped out of the booth. She stumbled her way towards another table, where several tank-class hunters sat and proceeded to hang off one of them, her attempts at flirting obnoxious and obvious.

Your lips press into a line as you watch your only potential scapegoat leave you alone with the one person you’d been trying to avoid all night. 

Yoon-Ho’s eyes also followed Jia’s clumsy retreat for a brief moment before his attention was shifted back to you, a small smile creeping onto his face.

His large hand squeezed your shoulder, fingers splaying across the black Association’s uniform as he slumped down in the booth to accommodate your significant height difference. 

“C’mon, you know what I want, dear,” Yoon-Ho purred, using the nickname he found most endearing in an almost mocking way as his voice carried a honey-like quality that seemed to affect everyone except you. His grip on your shoulder tightened ever so slightly as he leaned his head down towards your ear, closing the distance between you with deliberate slowness.

“Just one dinner with me, please?...” he whispered, his warm breath ghosting against the shell of your ear in a pleading tone that sent unwelcome shivers down your spine. Despite your best efforts to remain unbothered, goosebumps rose on your arm at the sudden proximity. 

What you remained completely oblivious to- your density in matters of the heart being almost legendary among your peers- was the depth of Yoon-Ho’s infatuation with you. 

As currently the only woman among the S-ranks, you held a unique position that drove him absolutely feral with desire and admiration. You drew him in like a moth to light.

The concept of a woman potentially surpassing his own power was intoxicating to him.

How could it not be?

The raw strength you possessed, combined with your sharp intellect and stubbornness created a combination that just set his blood on fire. It challenged everything he thought he knew about power dynamics and attraction before dungeons. 

The day your evaluation results were announced remained so vivid in memory, as if it happened mere hours ago instead of almost two years. 

Yoon-Ho could still picture himself sitting in his new apartment, eyes glued to the massive TV screen, his heart pounding against his ribs. The moment your face appeared on screen he felt his ears burn pink and his body warm considerably, a reaction he hadn’t experienced since he was in high school.

That specific moment sparked a wave of desires within him.

He wanted to talk to you, recruit you into his guild, kiss your lips that now always frown at him, hold you, date you, to explore every single inch of your body with his tongu-... his thoughts often spiraled into dirty fantasies that left him breathless with need. 

It had been love at first sight for the man, striking with the force of lightning and leaving him permanently fried. The intensity of his feelings for you sometimes scared him, but he couldn’t deny their existence or how they controlled his actions. 

So, when you chose to join the Hunter’s Association instead of establishing your own guild, the disappointment had hit him hard. He had fantasized about a rivalry between your guilds, imagining the exciting encounters it might lead to. 

But he quickly adapted to the current reality, only convincing himself that your position now could be just as well. Who knows, maybe better.

Because Yoon-Ho still had plenty of opportunities to charm you, to showcase his impressive achievements and maybe flex his muscles a bit in an attempt to woo you in the way it worked on other women. 

Your first meeting remained another vivid memory in his head. 

His palms had been sweating so much from nerves that he had to repeatedly wipe them against his suit pants before shaking your hand. Though, in his desperate attempt to maintain his.. cool composure, he had apparently been staring at you with such intense narrow eyes that bordered on hostility that you eventually confronted him about it.

Your boldness in calling out his stand-offish behavior had caught him off guard, but it only served to increase his attraction to you. 

A woman who wasn’t intimidated by his rank or power was a rare find indeed…

It hadn’t taken him long- precisely the same day- to begin his attempts at what he considered to be courtship.

“So, Miss, want to talk more over dinner?” Yoon-Ho asked, his voice carrying a hint of smugness that he immediately regretted when your swift, “No thanks,” cut through his confidence like nothing. 

He stood there, dumbfounded, his broad shoulders slumping slightly as the weight of your rejection nestled in his mind. Yoon-Ho, the mighty S-rank hunter, financially stable man, successful guild master, and top prime candidate for a husband got rejected…

This was rare, for he had only experienced the bitter taste of rejection once before in his life. That instance occurred in his awkward middle school years when he’d gathered the courage to confess to a girl who was, quite frankly, leagues above his social standing at the time. 

That memory had faded over the years, becoming nothing more than a distant slightly amusing reminder of his young self he would laugh at with friends. 

But now? Getting rejected in what he considered the prime of his life??

By the very woman who haunted his dreams and took over his every waking thought?

Un-freakin’-believable.

The whole situation seemed almost comical in its cruelty. Yet, even that “no” only fueled his determination to win you over, leading to countless pestering over the following months.

He never gave up. Oh-ho-no, giving up wasn’t in Yoon’Ho’s vocabulary. Where others might see a tall, unmoveable wall, he saw a mildly challenging climb. And this situation would be no different. 

After that particularly surprising rejection, he launched into his previous plan of what he believed to be a sophisticated campaign of courtship. Yoon-Ho’s attempts to secure a dinner date with you become more frequent. Each approach carefully calculated (his words) to showcase his charm and dedication to you. 

Yoon-Ho used every smooth pick-up line in his arsenal, each attempt more elaborate, albeit slightly desperate, than the last in the pursuit of that elusive “yes”.

Fail, fail-

anndddddd- … another fail.

Ugh!

The frustration building in him was reaching high levels- his usually confident demeanor showing cracks of genuine bewilderment at his continued lack of success.

Why was this so difficult!?

The question replayed every single time in his head like a broken record, and your glares and dismissive attitude was getting him no closer to the answer. 

All he wanted was one dinner with you- just one fucking dinner. 

And yes, he was self-aware enough to see how his behavior might appear to others; he knew he was treading the fine line between persistent, dedicated man and obsessive admirer. Even Yoon-Ho could acknowledge that his actions might seem annoying, potentially creepy, and pathetically desperate.

But Yoon-Ho couldn’t help himself. Something about you just awakened a primal need in him that defied any rational thoughts on the matter. 

You were perfection personified in his eyes- your strength, independence, and most exciting, the challenge you presented. Every time you rejected him served to make you even more desirable, for some reason.

You, however, regarded him as a piece of gum on the bottom of your shoe, or with the kind of disdain reserved for annoyingly difficult dungeon monsters that refused to die. Your features would contort into an expression of barely concealed irritation whenever you saw even a glimpse of his orange hair. 

You practically yearned for the return of your professional relationship with him, even though such a thing never existed since he started right from the get-go with his attraction. Each interaction between you was colored by his obvious infatuation and your equally obvious disinterest. 

Now back at the pub, as he invaded your personal space once again, your patience visibly wore thin. With a swift movement that you were used to from previous times, you placed a hand on his forehead and pushed his face away from your ear. 

“I thought we’ve been over this. I’m not interested in you,” you declare, ignoring the brief touch of his hair that was soft- but ultimately threatened to humanize him in your eyes. 

Yoon-Ho’s response was to jut out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout, “Aw,” he cooed, his tone bordering on mockery which only made you give him a signature glare. 

“Why though? I mean, I’m also an S-rank, I’m strong and… oh, I plan to romance you,” he announced, practically preening, “-instead of just hooking up with you,” 

You grimace in response, “you’re too honest…” exasperation was clear in your tone.

But Yoon-Ho’s face split into a wide, unabashed grin, his canines gleaming in the dim light, “another good thing about me,” he proudly states, taking your criticism as a compliment. 

You could only shake your head in response, leaning away from him, “Just take the hint Yoon-Ho, please, for God’s sake,” you mumble, unintentionally using his given name which makes him feel a bit triumphant. 

“Look,” he began, becoming more serious. You only turned your face away in defiance. Yoon-Ho frowns, his large hand reaching out and grabbing your chin and guiding your face back towards him, forcing you to meet his orange eyes, “Look… you’re an S-rank-”

“-I’m well aware thank you-” you interject, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“-and listen!” he hisses with an intensity that makes his eyes gleam dangerously. You simply rolled your eyes dramatically, but clenched your jaw shut nonetheless.

“You’re an S-rank, which makes you a celebrity, okay? Everyone is enamored by you, nay perhaps scared,” he pauses, letting the weighted silence stretch between you as his words hang in the air. 

You only raise an eyebrow, your expression of mixture of boredom and mild interest as you try to decipher where he was going with this. 

“So, if you wanted to have a relationship with a man worthy enough-” Yoon-Ho pointed to himself, his movements theatrical and exaggerated. You remained stoic, refusing to give him a reaction, “-or one night stand- whatever the case may be, any guy would step in line. But, my dear, they would use you,” he lowers his voice to a near whisper, his tone taking on a darker meaning. 

You then narrowed your eyes at him, looking at him with slight disbelief, your mind working quickly to process this unexpected turn in his usual flirtation routine.

“Seriously? This is your ultimate plan to get me to go out with you?...” you say dryly, a deadpan expression forming on your face as you struggle to comprehend the absurdity of his worlds. The familiar annoyance and tiredness of dealing with him begins to creep up your spine. 

Yoon-Ho’s lips pressed into a thin, almost disapproving line and his brows furrow, “Do I seem to recall a little something about listening?...” he muttered sarcastically, his voice a bit sharper that suggested you stopped interrupting him.

“oh fuck off,” you mutter back under your breath, tone laced with venom. He pretended not to hear.

“Anyways, they would want to use you.. and after a wonderful night, I'm sure,” Yoon-Ho grins suggestively which earned him another withering glare from you that would’ve sent lower ranks running for cover, “They would go straight to the press. Blabbing about how they got to sleep with you- strong, mighty, hot S-rank hunter,” once again his voice took on a mocking tone as he seemed to mimic potential tabloid headlines. 

You blink at him, the usual retort dying on your tongue as you actually found yourself considering his words. But before you could voice your thoughts, he seized the advantage of your momentary silence. 

“But- but… if it were me; the man that would treat you oh-so-well,” you roll your eyes again, but he pressed on undeterred, “I wouldn’t go to the press because I would never ever reveal to anyone how immaculate you are in bed. Your secrets would be safe. And!- it wouldn’t be so scandalous ‘cause we’re both strong S-rankers. Hell- it’s probably expected of us! The public would barely bat an eye at such a natural pairing.”

It took you a moment to really think about his words, and you frowned when you actually understood his reasoning, finding it disturbingly logical. But you only wave your hand dismissively, as if trying to physically push away the uncomfortable truth.

“Then I don’t get frisky with anyone. Problem solved,” you said as if it were no big deal, “Oh! There’s also the option to go and get with the other S-rankers.. So what makes you so much better?” your words were meant to try and crush any hope or suggestion of ‘pairing’ between the two of you that he might have in mind.

Yoon-Ho’s eye twitched and he turned away from you slightly, placing his hand on the wooden table with deliberate slowness as he thought. The mere thought of it- of you with the others, his friends and colleagues- sent his mind spiraling. A sick feeling of jealously, anger, and something else- deeper and more possessive- made his stomach feel queasy. 

The mental image of you with or under anyone else made him clench his fist so hard the table splintered from the sizzling tension around it in the air. The accidental release of his power was unconscious, a physical manifestation of the turmoil raging in his mind at the mere suggestion of you with another man. 

You both slowly look to the table as he slowly slides his hand off of the now jagged surface, a reminder of the split-second loss of control. 

You sigh through your nose, the sound heavy with exasperation and resignation, “Why does the thought of me getting with someone else bother you so much? We don’t- and have never had anything.. ever.” your words cut through the tension.

His brows pulled together as he looked at you, his orange eyes darkening with emotions he was currently struggling to contain. The truth of his feelings for you, how deep they went, were at the tip of his tongue.

But this wasn’t the time or place for such a conversation, not here in this dimly lit pub with the weight of the argument still hanging heavy between you two. 

“... because I want you, and I don’t like sharing,” Yoon-Ho grumbled, the words coming out more rougher than he intended. But it wasn’t until after he spoke that he realized his words seemed too possessive despite your relationship- or rather, lack of. 

Still, the declaration still sunk between the two of you, heavy of implications you weren't ready to fully address. So you were quiet for a moment, staring at him with an unreadable expression as your eyes searched his face for any answers you might get without verbally asking. 

With a sigh you pull away, “well, you can’t have me,” you murmur, “so learn to deal with it.” and with that you stand up from the booth, “I’m going out for a smoke,” you walk towards the doors of the pub, each step calm despite the emotional weight of your conversation.

All Yoon-Ho did was follow you with his eyes, lips pressed together tightly with frustration.

That was his mistake. He knew that.

The greed and raw honesty of his words- it was too much, too soon. But it didn’t make him feel any better watching you walk away once again, the distance between the two of you growing with each step.

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You couldn't even lift your head to look at him, to see the sly smirk on his face as his eyes mocked you.

"My little mortal..." he purrs, his fingertips gliding up your skin at the hip, "so submissive for me, hm?"

You didn't have the energy to respond as his hand groped your breast, squeezing it under his palm.

"Are you? Are you submissive for me, woman?" He sneered, demanding in answer. Your eyes narrowed and you managed a nod.

"Yes, my lord," you croak out, "f-for you..."

A grin creeped onto his face again and he suddenly wrapped two of his arms around your waist, hoisting you up onto his body. Your head rested on his chest and you let out a soft sigh, closing your eyes.

His hands roamed your bare body as you simply lay on him. Sukuna squeezed the flesh of your ass under his palms, he pinched your nipples, and he ran his fingers through your hair.

"good girl," he whispered into your hair, "your such a good girl, yeah." his lips met your forehead, kissing it softly despite his previous rough manner.

"so sweet, so warm, so tight," his grip on your ass tightened and you winced, a small grunt escaping your lips, "so fucking tight for me- my two cocks," another kiss to your forehead.

You then lift your head to look up at him from his chest. You saw the grin on his face and felt a familiar heat in your lower stomach.

Yeah, he was really hot.

"mm, you like my cocks don't you, woman?" He snickered and you nodded quickly.

"yes, my lord, I love it- love them," you stumble desperately and his grin widens until he looked manic.

Sukuna then grabbed your hips, pulling you up slightly as he crashed his lips roughly onto yours-- delving his tongue into your mouth.

You barely had time to react as one of his hands placed itself on the back of your head, holding your head in place as he practically devoured your face.

"mm.." He moaned into your mouth before pulling away, licking his lips with a smirk, "taste like fucking candy-" he growled, and you reeled from the kiss.

Sukuna then wiped your lower lip from the saliva, "so does your cunt," he chuckled and your face flushed slightly.

You stared into his eyes for a moment and both of you fell quiet. Both of your gazes were intimate, and he pressed his head forward again, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

"get some rest, mortal," Sukuna hums, "I want to go again soon," he says, and you groan, you could already feel the ache in your back.

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