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Shinomiya Isao could finally be laid to rest beside his wife, their daughter able to visit their graves and not have to pretend they were together again.

Visits to the shine would no longer feel meaningless, the people who had fallen in nine's rampage finally at rest and with their fellow Kaiju hunters once again.

Number nines reign of terror would likely never be fully known to the public, there was too much risk of hysteria and panic, but for JAKDF officers who lived through his time, the nightmares would last for weeks if not years.

There would be no numbers weapon nine. No matter how eager the lab rats of the development teams wanted to experiment with such an advanced kaiju's DNA, no one would risk it coming back.

They couldn’t afford another year of fighting number nine.

Physically they were all tired. The constant attacks making sleep a rare opportunity that was never restful, their bodies strained and exhausted, battered and broken from where they had all pushed themselves beyond the limits of their suits.

Mentally they would never be the same. Trauma bound by one creature and the terror it had wrecked over them. Unlike the scars on their bodies, the mental chasms would never fully heal.

The helicopter ride back to the First Division base is silent. The weight of the last year having been lifted from their shoulders so suddenly that the rush of unadulterated joy had sapped every ounce of energy anyone had left.

Those not passed out in exhaustion are lost in their own thoughts, staring at photographs of families, friends and lost comrades. Eleven seats remain empty, their occupants lost in the final battle against number nine.

They fought bravely to the end and would be honoured with every other officer and command operative who lost their lives in the fight against humanities greatest threat.

Asuna rests a gentle hand on Gen’s knee, thumb tracing small circles over the reinforced plating of his armor, grounding both him and herself as the helicopter lowers to the landing platform.

They’re both battered and bruised.

But they are alive.

And that is all that matters.

They’re always the first to exit the transport, Asuna no more than a single step behind Gen as they lead the way back into the base.

Instructions had already been given.

Shower. Change. Mend your wounds. Go home and hug your families tight.

The celebrations of the public being to echo the streets below as they funnel out of the bunkers. All they know is another numbered Kaiju has been killed. Another threat eliminated.

They will never know the full extent of the chaos number nine caused, the number of graves filled by his rampage or his plan to dominate the country before crushing the rest of the world.

The door of their room shuts with a final click behind Asuna, the strip lighting under the rows of Gundam's and Pokémon figurines bathing the room in soft rainbow hues.

They exchange no words as they fall into each others embrace but their motions say everything they’re too tired to verbalise.

Fingers rack through Gen’s hair, gently pulling the soft pink stands from the dried blood of his forehead.

It’s over

A kiss placed at the junction of Asuna’s neck, the seal of her suit being pulled apart so gently and slowly it raises goose bumps.

I’ve got you

Gen’s suit is stripped next, bunched around his waist as every scar, scrape and bruise is kissed reverently. He returns the favour, placing several around the particularly nasty slice in her bicep.

I love you

Asuna's hand finds Gen's, intertwining their finger as she raises their clasped hands to her lips, kissing every knuckle as their eyes remain locked.

I love you too

Tear's burn at the corner of Gen's eyes, tracing small rivets through the dirt of his face as he pulls his wife to his chest, once arm snaking around her waist as the other keeps her shoulders still so he can bury his face in her neck.

Both her arms wrap around his torso, returning his embrace with equal force as they let the tears flow freely.

There is nothing to hide and there's no one to judge.

They cry for themselves, for every scratch and scar they've had to endure in their fight against number nine.

They cry for everyone they've lost. For Isao. For Hikari. For Shinonome. For Kafka and every single one of the friends they've lost.

They cry for the future they could have had. For the future they planned and the future they abandoned for the good of the world. For that house in the hills, the three cats and the family they would have had.

They cry for the past, the future and every moment between.

Neither of them keep track of how long they cry. They simply pull each other tighter and let out everything they've kept contained since they were first pulled into the fight.

The lights stay off as they separate and wipe away the last trail of tears, sharing small watery smiles before making their way to the bathroom.

In the shower they continue the ritual. Kissing every newly revealed cut and bruise as if willing it to heal with the force of their love.

Asuna sighs as Gen runs his hands through her hair, washing every strand from root to tip as he massages her scalp, not stopping until the water runs clear of any sign of dirt and blood.

He holds back a second round of tears as she returns the favor, forcing him to bend down slightly as she massages away every spec of mess from his hair, brushing away the trail of bubbles anytime it gets too close to the split in his forehead.

No words are shared as they return to the bedroom. Matching towels held loosely as they share another kiss and dry off.

Gen can't help but pause as he gazes upon his wife, hair still damp and skin turning a mottled blue and black as new bruises show themselves. The cut on her bicep catches his attention again and he doesn't fight the urge to bend down a kiss it better.

As his lips find the raw skin, arms wrap around Asuna's waist, pulling her back to his chest as she squeezes the ends of her hair dry. She let's out a breath as he kisses it again, eyes fluttering shut as she surrenders to her husbands gentle touch.

I love you

She reaches a hand behind his head, pulling him deeper into her neck as his kisses trail up her shoulder and focus that spot behind her ear he knows drives her mad with want.

Please

His hands move slowly, one tracing invisible patterns up her chest, the other uncoiling itself from her waist as it trails to her hip, touch feather light as his thumb swipes over each new forming blemish to her skin.

She pulls him by the roots of hie hair, forcing his lips to lock with hers as she runs her hand up and down his thigh, baring herself to his touch.

He swallow her lips like a man starved, tongue battling hers for dominance as a trail of spit escapes the corner of her mouth, teeth clashing as she pulls him down further, fingers firmly locked in his hair.

Asuna is the first to surrender. Pulling back for air as Gen's lips continue to chase hers. Her gasping breath turns to a low moan as his fingers finally trail against her lower lips, tracing up and down between her folds in feather light touches that threaten to overwhelm her senses.

Momentarily released from locking lips, Gen returns his attention her her neck, sucking the skin tender skin below her ear until her moans change from breathy to a deeper tone he always takes pride in pulling from her.

He nibbles his way down her neck, snaking his free hand to grab hold of her breast as the hand on his thigh sneaks higher and higher with each inch of skin he pulls between his teeth.

A particularly loud whine rips free from Asuna as he twists and pulls at her nipple, squeezing the rest of her breast with his palm as his fingers find that little bud between her folds and circles it tightly in time with his other hand.

She pulls his lips back to hers. Its messy, sloppy and entirely everything they both need and want.

As her hand finally grasps hold of his member and begins slow circling stokes from tip to base, a loud moan rips free of Gen throat, his head thrown back as he snaps the string of saliva connecting their lips, eyes closed in complete bliss.

They continue their ministrations, testing, teasing and worshipping every bruised and battered inch of skin wordlessly.

No words need to be exchanged. Their hands say everything their minds can't force their lips to say.

Her back arches as he sinks a finger into her depths, testing the waters as he pumps it slowly, thumb still lightly circling her clit as he switches breast and pulls her closer to his chest, hips cantering lightly with the movement of her hand.

By the time he slips in a seconds finger, then a third, Asuna struggles to stand. Having given up completely on trying to kiss him, her back remains perfectly arched, butt pressing into Gen's thighs as her legs shake and her throat ripple with echoing whines and moans that harmonize with his.

As a particularly high pitched whine escapes her, hands pausing mid stroke and walls clenching tightly around his fingers, Gen grips her tighter feeling her tremble and going boneless as the first of many orgasms rolls through her.

Coming down from her high, Asuna releases Gen's hair, having pulled it tighter in the throws of ecstasy. She swats his fingers away from where they have migrated, forcing them to stop circling her clit as she turns to face her husband.

The usual spark in his eyes, the one that promised the most delicious brand of pleasure should she push his buttons, is nowhere to be seen. This wasn't fucking for the sake of it, tonight wasn't about ripping as much pleasure as possible from each other but of reassuring that insecure, tired and frightened part of their brains that they'd made it.

They're alive. They'd survive number nine. More importantly they'd survived together.

Matching soft smiles overtake both their faces and they fall into a soft kiss, Asuna's arms snaking around Gen's shoulders to pull him down to her height as his hands hold firm on her hips.

We're alive

She pulls away, leaving a small kiss to his chin as she smiles up at him, thumb tracing the now clean and dried split in his forhead.

I love you

His eyes trace her face, brushing away the last trails of her tears as he plants a soft kiss to her forehead.

I love you too

As his finger brush against her nipple and another breathy moan falls from her now slightly swollen lips, the atmosphere shifts again.

He doesn't have to tell her when to jump, only having to place his hands under her thighs and tap his thumbs for her to bounce up and wrap her legs around his waist, locking lips once again as he walks them to the bed.

There's a light bounce in the mattress as he lowers her down, she sheets still messy and untucked from their early morning antics. Asuna shuffles herself to the middle of the mattress, pillows pulled closer to allow her the perfect angle to watch her husband stalk the length of her willing body.

His fingers trace every scar, every bruise and notch in her skin as he crawls up the bed slotting himself between her legs, kissing the inside of both ankles, knees and thighs as he pauses just above her center, he blows lightly, smirking as he feels her thighs clench and the shiver that rolls through the rest of her body.

He crawls the rest of the way, kissing each hip, the center of her chest and giving each nipple a swirl with his tongue as he reaches her lips once again, pulling her bottom lips free from between her teeth as he raises a hand to the back of her neck and closes the gap between them.

Lips locked and tongues exploring contentedly, they swallow each others moans as Gen pushes her knees up and wider apart, slotting the head of his member at her entrance and pushing forward.

It feels like coming home.

Nothing outside of them exists. There are no Kaiju to fight, no squadrons to teach, no board hanging over their heads watching there every moves for a slight slip in focus.

It's only Asuna and Gen Narumi and they way in which they consume each other.

The feel of her walls, so wet and willing swallowing him entirely and sucking him deeper with every inch, the moan that rips from her lips, so sinful and the way her eyes roll back into her skull, heavily lidded eyes slipping shut as she throws her head back in pleasure is no less sudutive.

He stretches her in a way that can only be described as delicious, prepared enough to slip in easily but not too much so as to not feel the pleasure of her well endowed husband stretching her walls to just before the limits of her body.

The pace Gen sets is slow and deep, his face tucked back into the side of her neck as he pants with every thrust, the rise and fall of her hips and the feel of her heels digging in his lower back driving him closer to the edge with each movement.

Determined to make it last, he pulls himself to balance his weight through one arm, the other lowering to circle that little bundle of nerves that drives her wild.

He finds it immediately, either through luck or practice, it matters not as Asuna throws her head back as far as it will go, surrendering the tender flesh of her neck to her husbands nipping bites and sucks, the small circles tracing her clit sending her eyes rolling back and hurtling towards the cliff of her second orgasm.

Gen isn't far behind, the feeling of her walls clenching tighter and the way she raises her hips just that little bit faster has him shaking with the effort to keep his orgasm at bay.

"Gen" Asuna whines, finger nails digging rivets into his back as he hits that spongy spot inside her. "Please Gen"

He breaks, pulling back from the hickey he was sucking on her neck to sit back on his knees, pulling her closer by the butt and lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders as he thrust faster, harder, shifting her hips lightly with each thrust to find that perfect angle he know drives her crazy.

"Fuck"

Four thrusts and he finds it, holding the angle to bully that spongy spot inside her, thumb still circling her clit as he holds her leg on his shoulder, the muscles weekend and shaking too much to stay up on their own.

Her moans turn to cries of pleasure that meld together into a jumbled mess of words, her mouth seemingly malfunctioning as pleasure rolls through her in waves that sweep higher and higher.

A particularly hard thrust has stars bursting behind her eyes and hand gripping the sheets until they feel like they're about to tear. Thighs shaking and back arching Asuna is consumed in the waves of her orgasm, hips mindlessly rolling as pleasure rips through.

Gen isn't far behind, the spasms of her walls and the unpredictable clenching of her muscles bringing him to a swift end deep inside his wife, hips thrusting forcefully as he pushes himself as deep as her body will allow with a load groan.

He collapses on top of her, dropping her legs from his shoulder as he falls to his elbows, shakily holding himself just above her as they come down from their respective highs.

He can't help but plant another kiss on her nose as Asuna regains her senses. Eyes glassy with pleasure and a dried line of spit trailing from the corner of her mouth to her chin, she looks absolutely ruined and all too cute for Gen to resist.

"I love you" He murmurs, closing his eyes as he rubs his nose against hers.

"I love you too" She returns, linking her arms around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss. Soft and sweet but full of no less love than before the flames of passion consumed them.

As they lay in the afterglow, her head on his chest and his arm tucked behind her shoulders, words soft and eyes heavy, they simply bathe in each others presence.

And as they lay soft kisses to the matching silver rings on their fingers they know they'll be okay.

So long as they have each other.

Chapter 1: The end but also the beginning…

Death, she decided very quickly, was deeply underwhelming.

There was no tunnel of light. No dead relatives waiting with open arms. No emotional orchestra swelling in the background as she peacefully ascended into the afterlife after a meaningful final thought.

No.

One moment she had been dragging herself home after a fourteen-hour shift with the grace of a dying Victorian orphan, and the next moment something absolutely ridiculous happened.

To this day, she would firmly argue that it was not her fault. The object in question had not even looked dangerous.

In fact, she distinctly remembered staring at it in confusion before everything went black. That was the insulting part.

Not only had she died, but she had died stupidly.

No ancient prophecy.

No dramatic sacrifice.

No cool final speech.

Just exhaustion, bad luck, and what she could only describe as cosmic nonsense. Then came the nothingness, except it was not really nothingness.

That was what made it so deeply unsettling.

The space around her seemed bright, yet there was no visible source of light. It was colourless while somehow containing every colour imaginable at once. It felt cold and warm simultaneously, heavy and weightless, silent yet buzzing faintly beneath the surface like distant static buried underneath water.

She could not tell if she was standing or if she even had a body and at first, panic clawed at her throat then confusion settled in, and then irritation.

Because what exactly was she supposed to do here? She floated or maybe she drifted or maybe she was simply existing inside whatever this strange place was supposed to be.

Time did not feel real, it could have been five minutes. It could have been five centuries, and eventually she folded invisible arms across her invisible chest.

“Well,” she muttered into the void, “this is weird.”

Her voice echoed strangely. Not outward maybe inward, like the sound had nowhere to travel except directly back into her own mind. Nothing answered and she sighed dramatically, “If this is the afterlife,” she said, “I want a refund.”

Then the voice appeared.

Not from above.

Not from below.

Not from anywhere.

It simply existed.

“We sincerely apologise.”

“…!!!!”

For as long as Hyunjin could remember, his soulmate had always been singing. The soft hums drifted through his mind like sunlight through a curtain; warm, steady, and familiar. It was a voice that carried him through sleepless nights and rainy mornings, the kind that made the world feel a little less lonely.

Hyunjin loved that voice. He’d talk about it constantly to his friends, describing its tone and the way certain notes shimmered like glass. His friends would tease him, rolling their eyes whenever he gushed about someone he hadn’t even met. But that didn’t matter, Hyunjin didn’t need a name or a face to know he loved his soulmate. The song itself was proof enough.

Then, one morning, the music stopped.

It was so sudden that Hyunjin froze mid-step on his way to school. The silence wasn’t just quiet- it was wrong, like someone had pulled the world’s rhythm away. He tried humming back, hoping to feel that familiar resonance, but there was nothing. Hours turned to days, days to weeks, and still no voice. The empty space it left behind hurt worse than he expected.

Months later, Hyunjin was rushing downtown when he bumped into someone. He was a boy with tired eyes and a soft, startled apology. The moment their hands brushed, something inside Hyunjin clicked. The world snapped into focus. Memories, shared emotions, songs- all of it flooded his chest like a heartbeat.

But when their eyes met, Hyunjin realized why the voice had fallen silent. The boy, his soulmate, looked broken. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and beneath his long sleeves, Hyunjin swore he saw faint bruises near his wrist.

Hyunjin blinked hard after bumping into the stranger, the jolt sending a shock through his whole body. “Oh my gosh, I—I’m so sorry!” he stammered, bending to pick up the stranger’s dropped notebook.

“No, it’s okay,” the man said, his voice quiet, hoarse even, like someone who hadn’t used it in a while.

When Hyunjin handed the notebook back, their fingers brushed, and that familiar pull hit him. Like a note he’d almost forgotten how to hum.

“Wait,” Hyunjin whispered. “You’re… you’re the one who—”

The man looked confused, almost scared. “What do you mean?”

“Your voice,” Hyunjin breathed. “You used to sing.”

A flicker of pain crossed the man’s face. “yes... used to.”

They ended up sitting at a small café nearby, the quiet hum of the city filling the space between them. Hyunjin talked more than he should have- about art, about silly things his friends said- and Felix (that’s what he said his name was, eventually) listened with a soft smile that never went away.

When Hyunjin laughed, Felix tried to echo it. But his laughter always stopped halfway, catching in his throat.

“You okay?” Hyunjin asked gently when Felix rubbed at his wrist absentmindedly.

“Yeah,” Felix said quickly, tugging down his sleeve. “Just tired.”

Hyunjin wanted to believe him. He did. But the way Felix avoided his eyes told a story the words couldn’t. And when Hyunjin caught him humming under his breath- barely audible, cracked and trembling- he realized that some songs don’t stop because they’re over.

That night, alone in his room, Hyunjin finally understood. His soulmate had stopped singing not because the bond had faded… but because life had taken his voice away.

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Turning her head, she could see that some of the men were falling to their knees, struggling to get up. The hopes of the men were dying as their fellows had to continue to fall back. She heard the struggled screaming of her Lord and twisted, horror infusing her when she saw that three of the things had him pinned down and he was grappling to get up, twisting to keep himself from being pinned with a blade or claw.

Her mouth was dry and her eyes widened, her jaw trembling slightly. He couldn't stay down. He was the mightiest of them all. He was the one she chose to follow. When she was given the choice she had jumped aboard his ship with no second thoughts and he had accepted. Her now brothers needed him to get up. She needed him to get up!

"My Lord!" Gloria let her voice raise up in desperation, no wavering to her tone, only that utter need to have him hear her and listen. She needed to tell him to get up!

"IF YOU FIGHT THESE CREATURES I WILL SIT ON YOUR FACE!!!"

One slice was all it took to take down all three of the things pinning him. Her eyes widened as her cheeks flamed with sudden shock. Leman Russ charged back into battle with a renewed furry and she abruptly turned to smack down another enemy. She didn't know what had put that thought in her head, but it worked.

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When the battlefield was cleared of enemies and they were gathering the wounded, Gloria smiled slightly when she saw that there were none dead amongst their fighters. Some gathered close to the standard bearers and regained some strength while others immediately began to help the wounded back to the base. Flicking away some of the blood, she did her best to clean her axe before setting it on her back and starting to go help.

She started to at least. Her hand was grabbed before she was more than five feet away from her small squad. Turning, she looked up at the Primarch and froze when he stared down at her.

"You meant what you said?" He asked with no preamble.

A Sister did not spread falsehood. She did not back down. Lifting her chin slightly, she cleared her throat.

"I meant it, my Lord."

Her hand was squeezed, lightly, as he knew how much stronger he was than the rest of them. His teeth were more like fangs when he grinned at her and began to lead her away. There were several others on the transport that would take them to their home away from home and none of them seemed interested in looking at anything but her and their Lord.

She kept her eyes ahead of her, looking unaffected as he settled her on his lap and ran his fingers up and down her thighs. His face pressing against her neck and pushing down the high collar of her robes so he could lick away the sweat there. Hesitantly at first, she returned the small gestures, touching his hand and arm and then cupping his head to hold him close when she tipped her head to the side and he found the sensitive spot close to the nape of her neck in the back. His lips and tongue were soft against her, insistent and tugging with a tender suction, but it was his teeth that had her shuddering as he bit her hard enough to leave bruises.

Her body shook slightly when the doors of the transport opened and the others made way for them so they could get off first. Everyone would have heard her scream so they knew what was going to happen. It should have embarrassed her at least a little but she couldn't find it in her to care much.

When they reached his room, he stripped himself bare of his armor but left his trousers on. When she started to do the same, however, there was an almost manic light in his eyes as he pulled her hands away from her stays and drug her onto the bed with him. His eyes darkened when he fingered the ripped sections of her skirt and with only a small effort he shredded it the rest of the way to make the long fabric into little more than a loin cloth that he could push aside.

She caught her breath when he made himself comfortable and quickly arranged her so she could look down at him as he enjoyed her. Her fingers caught the plush of the pillows he rested back against and held tightly to them when his fingers jerked her underwear and snapped the gusset in twain, exposing her to his eager mouth.

Perhaps she should have remembered his upbringing before she uttered the desperate words. Perhaps she should have been more hesitant on the ride over.

His hands gripped her ass and yanked her down on his mouth so he could eat her like a man starved. Her eyes widened when the flat of his tongue drove into her and slurped, working across her sex and stroking her lips as his jaw adjusted and he moaned gratefully as she began to twitch on her 'throne'. Looking down into his eyes, she wanted to remain aloof like she so often was. Her jaw clenched and she held her breath as her head tipped back.

So he helped her to grind her hips down against him, seeking her clit and sucking on it in between flicks of his tongue. His strong hands massaging her ass and thighs, keeping her firmly in place. Moving her just where he wanted her so he could get any little droplets of moisture that her pussy produced. She couldn't help but snap her head down to look at him then and she made a strangled sound when his fingers teased her opening briefly before his tongue struck home again.

Panting softly, her eyes couldn't pull away from him and she moved with his hands then, easing herself back and forth and little when he teased her folds and flickered his tongue on her clit before kissing and sucking it gently. That was the only place he was gentle, it seemed. The man was bound and determined to tongue fuck her into oblivion. She wasn't sure if it was punishment for screaming at him or a reward for him for surviving.

"My Lord." She gasped, her hips grinding down eagerly.

“Jooheon, wait! We can’t do this. I…I…I have a boyfriend and you have a—“

Her protests were cut off by the feeling of his soft lips against her own. She was beginning to annoy the hell out of him with her little “moral high ground”, even though the both of them have been getting cheated on by their significant others for three months now. Like damn! Shut up!

He pulled away from her, leaving a trail of saliva between them, “are you done?”

Silently, she nodded while in a daze from that mind blowing kiss. Amina had to admit that his kisses were better than her boyfriend’s could ever be and she had been dating him for almost three years now.

“Look. Who the fuck cares about Kelsey and that damn idiot? They’ve been cheating on us for months,” he snapped. He had a point about that, but she just felt so damn guilty for even doing this in the first place. Her boyfriend was her first real relationship after many years of being the butt of a joke and being on dating apps where the men would only want her for her body rather than her mind. She felt guilty for cheating back because that wasn’t who she was at all. She was not the type of girl to cheat on her significant other in the slightest.

“Jooheon, I…I…I don’t th-think I can do this. It’s wrong and just…just…just bad,” she mumbled. The twenty-something year old man rolled his eyes hard. He could clearly see why Kelsey would run all over her. Amina was a HUGE pushover. He knew she was one from the moment they met, but he did not think it was this bad. It was such a shame considering how beautiful she is. Compared to Kelsey, she was a knockout. He could remember the first time he laid eyes on her. He thought she was gorgeous as hell. A little shy, but she was gorgeous.

If he hadn’t started dating his cheating girlfriend-turned-ex, then he would have for sure pursued Amina. Just look at her. She was 5’5 with warm, mahogany brown skin, a gorgeous round face with high cheekbones, a button nose, well round full lips that were soft to the touch, a very curvy body with a round stomach, a plump backside, thick thighs, voluptuous breasts that sat up perfectly, thick brows, and hooded eyes with brown pupils.

Even though Kelsey was the exact opposite of Amina, he would catch himself watching her each time she came into the room. Kelsey would sometimes catch him and get upset, then fly off into a tangent about how “fat and ugly” her “best friend” was, which would begin an argument between them every single time where he would check her for even saying that about Amina after all the years she stayed loyal to her.

However, all that beauty and yet here she was in front of him feeling bad about going tit for tat with that cheating bastard she called a boyfriend. He didn’t understand why she would let that idiot walk over her when she quite literally had options. Hell, his own friends even wanted her and flirted with her any chance they got, but she wanted him. A bastard that was constantly putting her down and making snide comments here and there that pissed him off to no end.

Amina could do much fucking better than that loser and yet she was stuck in the mindset that she couldn’t or that better was not in reach for her. Technically it was because here he was standing before her in all his glory feeling irritated about the hesitation she was showing about this entire thing.

Silently, he made his way over to the door of his bedroom, pulling her attention away from her fidgeting hands that were resting in her lap.

“Amina, if you don’t want to do this, then you’re more than welcome to leave. I won’t stop you,” he told her.

“Jooheon, it’s…it’s not that,” she said.

“Amina, I’m not going to pressure you into something you don’t want to do. So if you want to leave, then I won’t be too upset,” he assured her. She chewed on her bottom and began to fidget with her hands a little more.

“So what’s it gonna be, Amina?” Jooheon asked. When she rose from the bed, he knew her decision had been made. He wasn’t upset. She had her—

He was caught off guard by her grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down for a kiss. It was a little clumsy, which he chalked up to her being nervous about the entire thing. He melted into the kiss, enjoying the feeling and taste of the lip gloss that had once graced her gorgeous lips. Swiftly and with a practiced ease, he closed the door using one arm and wrapped the other around her waist.

“Kelsey‘s lips were never as soft as hers,” he thought to himself. At least this was one thing he would stop wondering about when it came to Amina. He always caught himself thinking about how soft her large, plump lips would feel against his own and now that he was feeling it for himself, he loved it.

As they kissed, he felt her body relax into his arms as she moved closer to his as if she wanted to mold into his body. He was happy that she was relaxing a little more and wasn’t as stiff as she was moments ago.

He nipped lightly at her bottom lip in his own way of asking for entrance. She obliged and he slipped his tongue inside, tangling with her own. He couldn’t get enough of kissing. Her lips were so soft and it was warm inside of her mouth. Jooheon could taste the remnants of that overly sweet boba that she was addicted to. He had told her before that her drink choice was like sugar in a cup, but now he couldn’t get enough of tasting it directly from her.

For Amina, it felt like she was being devoured by him. She had never experienced a kiss so addicting and passionate. It was making her knees weak, especially when she felt him sucking on her tongue. She had never felt this kind of sensation before. It was an odd feeling, but it was odd in a good way. All her ex-boyfriend ever did was just kiss her like he was allergic to her mouth or like he wanted to get it over with. With this kiss, her lips were more adored and appreciated.

Amina began to feel his large hands creeping down her curves towards her ass. He loved the feeling of it in his hands and he loved it even more when she moaned as he began to grope and squeeze it. There was so much of it in his hand and not enough of it in his hands at the same time. It felt so soft to the touch. He couldn’t wait to feel it without her dress in the way.

At the same time, Jooheon felt her soft hands creeping under his shirt and roaming on his stomach. Her hands felt so good. He wanted to feel them somewhere else besides his stomach. That same somewhere was further south and itching to break free from its confines.

As nice as her lips felt against his, he wanted to feel more of her. Reluctantly, he detached his lips from hers and guided her towards the bed.

His hands wasted no time stripping her out of the beautiful yet long dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. He wanted her out of those clothes now and he was going to do this as quickly as possible while also being mindful of the fact that he shouldn't just rip them apart like an animal. She'd kill him if she so much as heard a rip and he was not ready for the tongue lashing she would give him for that, even though he desired a different type of tongue lashing.

She managed to somehow push him away from her long enough so she could catch her breath. He was not going to be satisfied until she was passed out and dizzy from his kisses.

Separating her lips from his, her small hands made quick work of his belt as he stood between her legs. He watched her with hooded eyes as she tugged them down his legs part of the way. He took them off completely, discarding them somewhere in the room. Her hands were back on his body and she moved them slowly under his shirt, loving the feel of his defined abs under her hands. The feeling of her soft hands against his skin turned him on even more. He wanted her hands there and everywhere at the same time. His shirt met the same fate as his pants, discarded somewhere in the room.

Before she could even hook her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, he kissed her again, but this time his lip traveled lower. He alternated between tasting her skin and planting kisses on it.

His tongue traveled down to the valley of her breasts and he began peppering kisses there, trailing towards her right breast. Rather than taste the skin there, he bit and sucked on it causing her body to jolt in surprise. He kissed the mark and peppered more hickeys onto her chest. His other hand began to pinch and roll the other nipple between his fingers. His tongue circled around her nipple while she shuddered from this new feeling. He took the dark brown nub into his mouth, suckling on it.

Amina sighed softly arching her back, giving him more access. He released her nipple and gave her other breast the same attention, rolling the one he once had his lips around between his finger and thumb. Jooheon was enjoying her reactions. It turned him on even more and he wanted nothing more than to slam himself inside of her, but he needed to savor this for as long as he could. He had a feeling that Amina would not want to see him after this. It was best to enjoy her during the short time they had.

For Amina, and as embarrassing as this was to admit, this was the first time somebody paid attention to her needs. Her ex was definitely the kiss a little and then ram it in type. She forced herself to just deal with it because she loved him, but compared to Jooheon—who is she kidding? He couldn’t compare in the slightest.

Jooheon released her breast and continued to trail his lips and tongue down her soft stomach. It embarrassed her a little because she was so used to someone giving her a disgusted look about it and suggesting to turn off the lights.

She shuddered when she felt his tongue dip into her belly button before continuing its trail down to her cunt. Jooheon could already feel his mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. He took her meaty thighs into his hands and spread her legs apart. He was happy that she didn’t even bother to wear underwear.

He moved his face closer toward her pussy, closing his eyes as he inhaled her scent. He did not want to dive in just yet. He wanted to savor her a bit more. He took one of her thighs into his hand and pressed his lips onto her flesh. His eyes flickered to Amina’s and he held her gaze. Amina felt like her skin was on fire as his lips dragged down the inner part of her thigh, leaving small marks in their wake. She could tell that he was determined to leave some type of mark on her.

Jooheon dragged his lips on her opposite thigh, biting as he inched closer to her pussy. Once he was close to her lower lips, he used his tongue to separate them. Amina shuddered, gripping the sheets with her hands. He wrapped his arms around her legs, yanking her closer to his mouth. The sounds of him slurping and sucking on her pussy was all she heard. His tongue felt so good.

“Jooheon,” she whined. His eyes were back on her face again and he watched her as he ate her pussy. She looked good writhing in front of him, lacing her fingers through his hair. He split her open with his tongue once again, starting from her puckered hole before wrapping his soft lips around her little bundle of nerves. Amina could feel shockwaves shooting through her body as he suckled on her clit. She gripped his hair tighter, curling her toes.

“Coming,” she exclaimed, splashing his face. He lapped up her juices, not wanting anything to go to waste. He moved from her glistening pussy to kiss her, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.

Amina had definitely never felt that way with her ex. The man was a total and complete amateur compared to Jooheon. She had to admit that this was the first time that being eaten out had felt good to her and this was her first pleasant experience with it.

Jooheon’s fingers traveled down her body towards her pussy again, knowing that she was still sensitive. He continued kissing her as he sank a finger inside of her. Amina moaned into his mouth as his digit entered her. Slowly, he began to thrust his finger in and out of her.

He kissed her cheek as his pace sped up, adding a second finger inside, stretching her. She moaned softly and held onto the arm the fingers belonged to, gripping the sheets with her other hand.

“You’re so beautiful, Amina,” he whispered in her ear. The coil in her stomach tightened and her toes curled. Amina gripped the arm she was holding onto tighter, gasping.

“Come for me, Amina,” he whispered. The coil sprung free and she soaked his fingers in her juices as she cried out loudly. He continued his ministrations, making her juices just spray out of her and leak onto the bed. He loved seeing her fall apart because of him and he wanted to see her continue to fall apart.

However, what he wanted most was to feel those lips of hers on his cock. It was definitely one of many things he wanted her to do and he needed them now. He stood to his feet and began slipping off his underwear.

He leaned down to kiss her again and she took that opportunity to pull him down to the bed. His lips detached from hers and next thing he knew she was straddling him, her bottom in his face. He didn’t mind the view one bit, but he also didn’t expect this side of her. It made him a little bit jealous of the fact that her boyfriend got to see this side of her.

She took his girth into her hands, letting it rest in her palms as she gave it one long lick from base to tip, then planted a kiss on the tip. Jooheon shuddered. Oh yeah. He was definitely jealous that her ex was able to experience this.

“Oh fuck!” Jooheon exclaimed when he felt a glob of spit drizzle down onto his cock while her hand moved up and down.

Amina took him into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down, tongue pressed flat against his dick. She used her other hand to massage his balls. His hips bucked up towards her mouth, making her take him deeper.

The sound of him swearing and moaning let her know that she was doing some right. She tightened her lips around his cock, stroking what couldn’t fit. Amina could practically feel herself gushing between her legs.

“Ahh shit…your mouth feels good,” he sighed. She flattened her tongue against his length like she had read many times in countless erotica stories she had come across.

Jooheon began to feel like there was a coil in his stomach just tightening up. He was amazed at how good she was at this and how much she had him moaning like bitch. His toes were even curling.

He lapped at her folds as a way of returning the favor. Could you blame him? She had put it in his face and how could you not expect him to give in to the temptation?

When he slid a finger inside of her, she took her mouth off of him to moan out loud and attempted to run away, but he pulled her back and added a second finger as he ate her out.

Soon, she came on his face and he made sure to not waste a drop of it.

Jooheon carefully moved her back onto the bed, positioning her onto her back and spreading her legs open as she caught her breath. With his cock in hand, he slowly rubbed it up and down against her clit. A small mewl tumbled from her lips and as if knowing what she wanted, she poked her supple bottom in the air and arched her back. Her knowing how to do this made him proud because she knew the position to take. Slowly, his cock slid inside of her. She moaned softly at the feeling of him stretching her as her fingers tightly clenched the sheets beneath her. Her walls enveloped his cock in a warm embrace that almost made him bust.

To make sure that didn't happen, he stayed there for a moment reminding himself and his body to not cum too soon. This needed to last for as long he wanted it to. His hands slid slowly up over her legs and towards her hips.

He started at a slow, yet rhythmic pace because he didn't want this to end too soon at all. He wanted to take his time with Amina. He wanted it to be nice and slow for the first round.

"Ah! Jooheon," She moaned softly. His pace became slow and harsh with each thrust he gave her and they touched her g-spot each time. Her round bottom jiggled with each thrust and that gave him the ammo he needed to keep going. This is exactly what he needed and what he wanted.

The way her pussy was clenching around his cock was driving him crazy. At first, he didn't think she was doing it on purpose, but the more he kept pumping into her, the more she would clench. It felt so damn good to feel them clamp down on him. He raised one of her legs and slanted it over his hip. She moaned loudly as his cock plunged deep into her womanhood.

"J-Jooheon….I'm….ohhh….coming…." She whined beneath him. Not wanting this to end, he pulled out causing her to whimper from the loss of contact. His cock was glistening with her juices and it was the most beautiful sight to see. He flipped her over to her stomach and pulled her closer to him. His girth was positioned at her opening before he slid in. Her thick, smooth brown legs. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as her moans and cries of pleasure became louder each time.

Leaning down, he kissed her neck and nibbled it as his cock hit all the right spots inside of her. .

"Amina," He moaned. She cried his name over and over like a chant. His moans became louder with each thrust of his hips. Her hands reached out to grab something, anything, but his hand was on top of hers and he intertwined their fingers.

Soon, the couple felt released and they moaned softly. Jooheon made sure he didn't collapse on top of Amina. He kissed her cheek softly, then slowly slid out of her. Watching a mix of his cum and hers spill out of her was a very lewd sight and he wanted more.

Jooheon flipped Amina over onto her stomach. He slid back inside of her warmth again, gripping her hips and started pounding away at her insides. The sensations and the sensitivity she was feeling were becoming too much for her and she attempted to run away, but he laughed and pulled her right back, smacking her ass.

“Don’t run from me, Amina,” he grinned devilishly. She clutched the sheets in front of her for dear life,moaning and drooling onto the sheets as he bullied his cock in out of her. She felt like her brain was complete and utter mush, and she didn’t mind it as long as he continued to fuck her hard like this.

The sound of their skin slapping together and the squelching from between her legs seemed to fill the room. Jooheon smacked her round again, making her cry out loud. He repeated the action and this elicited his name being screamed.

“That’s it, Amina. Say my name,” he grunted.

“Jooheon,” she moaned.

“Louder,” he smacked her again.

“Oh god,” she groaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Close, but no,” he slowed down to a torturously slow pace.

Amina whined, “F-faster.”

“Not until you say my name.”

She tried bucking her hips against him, but he held her in place and smacked her bottom, “Bad girl. Say my name.”

“J-Jooheon,” she panted.

He smiled again, “Good girl.”

If there was one thing Jooheon knew for sure at that moment, it was that he was definitely not going to let her get away. If she thought she could get away from him after this, then she was sorely mistaken. Amina was definitely not someone he would have a one-and-done type of relationship with. She was definitely someone he wanted to keep as his. He wanted to make her his.

Amina could feel that familiar tightening in her stomach and she knew what was about to come, “Shit. C-coming.”

She came around his cock as her essence dripped out of her. Jooheon was not too far behind her and he spilled rope after rope of cum inside of her. He slid out of her and Amina collapsed to the bed, feeling completely worn out. Jooheon caught his breath and then stood up to turn off the counter sitting on his dresser. He stopped the recording and set it down before scooping Amina into his arms.