Warning: Mature Themes and Swearing. Word count:2612
This is not reader-insert. I wrote it years ago for a friend on AFF and I just wanted to see if anyone on here would read it.
Youngbae stormed into the apartment like an Asian whirlwind, leaving doors slamming in his wake as he made his way to the bedroom. He dropped down on the bed and yanked the shoes off his feet to send them under the bed with a kick that was more violent than it needed to be. His fingers reached up to tug the bandanna off his head and toss it onto the coverlet behind him. The mirrored doors of the closet that occupied the space directly in front of the bed sent his image at him and he scowled at his reflection, his anger building even more as he noted the whisper of a mustache above his upper lip.
As days went, this one had been pretty bad and what made it even worse was that today had been his birthday. He was supposed to have spent it chilling with his boys and generally just enjoying the fact that he was officially twenty five years old. That had been the plan, at least. Life had had other plans for him. Plans that began with some idiotic intern accidentally deleting the mastered tracks he had laid down for his new album and ended with him having to be physically pulled off the incompetent motherfucker. Of course, it hadn’t been enough to just lose all of his hard work of the past few months. No, fate had had so much more in store for him.
After his physical removal from the YG building his car chose to break down on the most deserted stretch of road that had ever existed, forcing him to trudge for a mile or so in the blistering heat. Then, when he was actually within sight of a bus stop, a freezing rain had sprung up from nowhere to soak him to the bones in a matter of seconds.
Youngbae shoved himself off the bed and got to his feet, looking his reflection up and down, watching the anger in his eyes kindle to a scorching blaze as he surveyed the damage. His clothes were ruined. His beloved sneakers had been drenched right through, fucked up beyond any hope of salvaging. His custom-made Miskeen jacket was a total loss. The pants could never be worn again once he took them off and the five dollar tee shirt was the only thing that the water hadn’t had any ill effects on.
He stomped off to the bathroom and shed his clothes, dumping them in an untidy pile on the floor before stepping into the shower stall and scrubbing himself down as if the rainwater had been some kind of contaminated material that he had accidentally come in contact with. He emerged a few minutes later wet and still pissed off. He towel dried and ripped a pair of new wife-beaters out of their packaging and pulled them on, letting the empty plastic fall to the floor. It made a crinkling sound when he stepped on it on his way to the closet to retrieve a pair of plain black jeans. He put the pants on and marched to the kitchen to wait for his girlfriend to get home, his fingers tapping an angry tattoo on the wood of the table.
Nancy breezed in with a plastic bag dangling off of each slender wrist. She raised an eyebrow at Youngbae’s presence and the expression his face wore but attributed it to the fact that it was his birthday. People tended to think a lot on such occasions and over-thinking usually led to being either angry or depressed. She closed the door behind her and moved into the alcove of the kitchen, carefully lifting the larger of the two plastics onto the table before dropping its companion onto the wooden surface and walking into the bedroom to get changed, leaving her boyfriend to his foul mood.
She returned in a light blue sundress and looked at Youngbae, gauging his mood before she sighed and went to gather plates and eating utensils. She set the table and grabbed a scissors from the silverware drawer to cut the knot on the smaller plastic bag. That done, she shared out the food it contained, wordlessly filling his plate with the right portions of everything. She slid the plate to him and plopped down at her usual seat, sighing as she made up her own plate and began stabbing the food with her fork.
The only sound in the apartment was the clink and clatter of silverware against china. The sounding of the gong that announced the eighteenth hour seemed deafeningly loud and caused Nancy to jump, accidentally dropping her fork. Youngbae’s gaze narrowed and he shoved his chair back from the table, ignoring the unholy screech the sudden movement produced, and got up, dropping his own fork before stalking off into the bedroom.
Disbelief froze Nancy for a few second followed by anger so intense that she had to force herself to take a few deep breaths before she could make herself think. She forced herself to consume the rest of the meal in a leisurely manner. Then she cut the plastic holding the larger parcel and cautiously removed a large ceramic plate holding a round cake decorated with black and blue stars, hearts and a “Happy Birthday” written in Hangul on a background of white royal icing. She eased the final layer of plastic wrap off of the cake, placed both hands under it and began to move towards the bedroom with as much care as she would have exerted if she’d been carrying a highly unstable bomb.
It felt like an eternity before she was able to enter the room where her boyfriend lay, staring up at the ceiling from the center of the bed. She called him name softly once and wanted to strangle him when he didn’t respond. She put the cake on the top of the dressing table and moved around the bed, calling his name a second time. No response came. She sighed and decided to give him one more chance. “Bae?”
Youngbae launched himself up from the bed and came to his feet in one smooth motion that had made his muscles ripple. He stood inches away from her. “What?” The question came out so harshly that it surprised even him and he immediately wanted to apologize. He knew he was in some deep shit when his girlfriend put her hands on her hips and pinned him to the spot where he stood with a gaze so full of fire he wondered how it could be that he didn't catch on fire from it.
“I don’t cook,” she began, “I don’t cook and you know that.”
He gulped and nodded, knowing that opening his mouth again was the worst possible thing he could do.
“I don’t cook. In all of my life, I haven’t cooked for anyone. I’m bad at making things. I’m so bad at making things that I had to go to my sister’s house today to when I wanted to make a cake because I didn’t want this place to be a smoking hole in the ground if I messed up.” She took a deep breath and released it slowly and he realized that she’d put her hands on her hips to keep from wrapping them around his throat and crushing his windpipe. “But I didn’t mess up. The cake came out perfectly. I made you a cake and I decorated it and that shit was not easy. I was gonna wait until later when you’d gotten over your shitty mood. But you know what? Fuck that. I made you this cake and you are going to be a civilized human being and you are going to use your words and say please and fucking thank you and you are going to like it. No. You are going to love it even if it fucking chokes you.”
Having said that, she stood, chest heaving, eyes glinting with rage, and waited. Her entire body was a challenge, daring him to disobey if he had the balls. He nodded again and she turned away from him, pulling one of her clothing drawers open and to rifle to it until she found what she was looking for. Then she threw the blunt edged knife at him and just barely managed to keep her voice level as she left the room, tossing an “Oh yeah. Happy fucking birthday,” at him as she entered the en suite bathroom.
Youngbae caught the knife with a sigh of his own and crossed the room to the dressing table, his heart both hurting and lifting as he glanced at the cake. It was pretty and the detailing on it was great, something that must have taken a lot of time and patience. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and nibbled on it as he remembered how he’d acted since Nancy had gotten home. He hadn’t even greeted her, just sat there brooding about all the things that had gone wrong for him that day and taking for granted her understanding. He cut a thin slice of the confection and popped it in his mouth, his eyes closing as the pleasure of its taste hit him. He chewed slowly, savoring the orgasmic taste. He swallowed and ran a hand over his hair, feeling like a total douche now. He stepped away from the cake and considered how he could apologize and make up for his rotten attitude. The sound of running water brought back a piece from an old conversation where his girlfriend had divulged that she had always fantasized about having sex in the shower. A wicked grin lit up his face.
Nancy tapped the buttons on the shower wall and positioned her body so that she was directly beneath the water when it began to flow from the waterfall showerhead. The icy temperature made her shiver at first but it did what it was supposed to do, the external chill distracted her from the internal inferno her boyfriend had stirred up. She tipped her face upwards and relaxed, content to just embrace the feeling of water moving over her skin like a liquid caress. She let all her negative thoughts and emotions fade away and just was, just breathed and felt and enjoyed. Within moments she was lost in the peace.
Youngbae stripped in the bedroom in haste, not wanting to do it in the bathroom where the sound of his clothing hitting the floor would reach his girlfriend’s ears and alert her to his presence. It wouldn’t do for her to know he was there before he was ready. He closed his eyes for a few seconds as images of what he wanted to do to her and with her filled his mind and forced the mental porn back. He didn’t need to get any more excited than he already was. He rolled his shoulders once and pushed the unlocked door open gently, taking care to be as quiet as he could. His heart rate tripled when he saw her standing naked beneath the water with her eyes closed. His hands left the door and his feet made a silent path to the shower stall while his thought processes slowed to almost nothing. He ached to touch her, feel her, taste her.
Nanvy’s eyes popped open as she realized she was no longer alone. She spun around to face Youngbae intending to cuss him out in Vietnamese or maybe smack him upside his thick skull. She never got the chance because his fingers closed around her wrists and drew her against his body even as his lips came down to capture hers. She struggled futilely for all of thirty seconds before she gave in to the heat that having him this close in all his naked glory was sending coursing through her and melted against him. She was still pissed off at him but at the moment, the way his tongue was twining with hers and the feel of his silken length hard against the place where her thighs met, she allowed that anger to sharpen the blade of lust.
He felt her respond and released her hands to tease her, using his to tease her with touches as light as a feather that trailed from the hardened pebbles of her nipples to the curve of her hips and slid down from there to her ass and then dipped between her legs to the pearl of her clit. She gasped at the flames that his touch ignited both within her skin and without wherever his fingers passed and let out a moan when his thumb deliberately grazed the highly sensitive nub. He smiled and pulled his hand away only long enough to change their positions so that he was standing behind her and flush against her before returning his thumb to its spot and using his free hand to push the hair off the back of her neck so he could kiss and lick and nibble his way between her shoulder blades and her ears, reveling in the sounds his ministrations drew from her and the way she pressed back on him.
Nancy was drowning in heat and she liked it. Her skin tingled with it and she felt the wet warmth pooling between her legs with every stroke of the teasing thumb. She was beyond ready and she slid her hands back, easing them behind her and down into the space between their bodies to do some touching of her own. She heard the sharp intake of breath and felt the breath that whooshed out of him as her fingers traced his length from tip to base and back again. He went completely still for a moment or so and then she was backed against the cold shower wall with a strong hand supporting each of her ass cheeks as he stepped into the space between her legs. He reached between their bodies to position himself and then he was easing inside her with a gentleness that took inhuman self control.
She locked her ankles together around his waist and started to keep pace with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. An incredibly seductive grin was all the warning she got before he started to move faster, pumping with a speed that had her gripping onto his shoulders and moaning for all she was worth as he took her on a wild ride.
They exploded together, screaming each other’s names as the world went white. Euphoria sang within their veins when they returned to their bodies and they slowly peeled themselves apart, shaky and breathing hard, and finished their shower hastily. They toweled off together and moved to their room to flop down on the bed side by side. Nancy glanced over and noticed the itsy bitsy slice of cake that he’d eaten and frowned.
“You barely tasted it,” she whined.
“I’ll taste your cake,” Youngbae promised, rolling onto her and sliding down her body until his head lay just beneath her navel.
Her eyes widened and she half sat up, watching as he spread her legs and feeling herself getting wet all over again when he kissed the inside of her thighs. A shiver ran through her and he laughed, parting her folds with practiced fingers and sliding them into her gathering heat. He kissed and fingered and licked and stroked, using his tongue and fingers at the same time until he got her to her second climax of the night, beaming up at her when her eyes fluttered open and holding her gaze as he lapped up her juices.
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