aria

aux ⟋ jingle bell rock by bobby helms

this is definitely the most stressful christmas of all time.

your job had kept you so busy that you had completely forgotten to get wrapping paper for the gifts you got for your friends, and more importantly, your partner. this is extremely unlike you, you're usually months ahead and honestly, over prepared. this time, you'll just have to struggle like everyone else who leaves it to the last moment.

once you arrive at the mall, you realize you had underestimated just how many people there would be. there are half-empty isles, people fighting over toys and discounted products, babies crying, and store employees trying their best while attempting to not have an enraged breakdown. for a moment, you consider giving your friends their gifts wrapped in last weeks newspaper and napkins. but no, you'd definitely judge that book by its cover. and so bravely and stupidly, you enter the lions den.

the first store you enter, a craft and hobby store, all of the bags and wrapping paper are gone. except the ugly ones, but you aren't that desperate. yet.

the second is an actual christmas store. though, like the last, it's also mostly picked through. you decide to wander around anyway, maybe you'll come across something. you find uncanny santa ornaments and ugly christmas sweaters but not some measly old wrapping paper.

on your way out, you pass by an isle with something that catches your eye, or you guess you should say someone.

your partner. standing in the card section, shuffling through different designs. you freeze in place for a split second before sneaking behind one of the displays.

you can't believe it, you aren't the only one who messed up big time. it makes you want to laugh, but you have to be quiet. you plan on following hange all over the mall, you can tease them so badly when you get home.

you peek around the display, watching them as they laugh at one the of the cards. apparently it's good enough because they start to walk to the register with it in hand. once the transaction is done, they leave without a thought.

over the next 30 minutes, you sneak around while tailing hange. they stop at the most peculiar of places. the pet store, the swimwear shop, and finally the jeweler.

you have no idea what they're doing, but you grow curiouser and curiouser. when they head into the jeweler, you follow behind casually. you walk to a few of the counters in the corner, out of sight. you get slightly distracted at the beautiful stones underneath the glass. you quickly snap out of it, remembering the mission ahead. you peek back up, but you're unable to find hange, your head goes on a swivel. you worry they left already and you won't be able to catch up.

before you can leave the store too, a pair of hands rest of your shoulders.

"hey baby," a sweet and perky voice calls.

you let out a slight yelp. once you realize you've been caught red handed you turn around slowly. maybe they just now noticed you and came to say hi. once you see their face, you know it's an 'i got you' face.

"how long?" you ask sheepishly.

a deep laugh escapes them, almost an evil one, "i was following you first sweets."

you can't help but giggle at your lack of self awareness. hange wraps their arm around your shoulder and guides you out of the store. the two of you walk through the mall, this time the chaos around you doesn't seem so daunting. you let out a relaxed breath, until you realize you're still missing something.

"oh, and i have wrapping paper at my place."

"seriously hange!!?"

    my masterlist

𖦹 do not reproduce, distribute, or use my work to train artificial intelligence, all rights reserved.

christmas index ⟋ next day →

𖦹 thank you for reading !

@12daysofchristmas

Having Sae-Byeok as your roommate? Pure bliss, if your idea of bliss is constant irritation. Having daily arguments over total non-issues, and being annoyed simply by each other’s existence, became as normal as brushing your teeth. Usually, you're a quite friendly and easy going person. It's not like you chose to hate Sae-Byeok, she's the one who made you like this. You don't want to hate her. You don't truly hate her. Infact, you wish you'd get along.

It’s a freezing cold night. The world outside the window looks drained of color, as if even the stars have given up shining. Your roommate didn't come back home yet, not that you care anyway... Maybe just a little. Whatever. You spend the evening sprawled on the couch, flipping through a few magazines, snacking on whatever you can get your hands on, and letting the quiet settle in around you.

You don’t even notice the seconds, minutes, or hours slipping by. It’s like the boredom has frozen time, leaving you stuck in place. Suddenly, you see Sae-Byeok standing in that once-empty corner of the living room, right in front of her so-called "personal drawer". Not that she ever bought it herself. One day she just decided it was hers and dared anyone to so much as brush a finger against it.

Of course, she didn’t even bother with a simple "hey" or "I'm home." The bare minimum. Not that it surprised you anymore.

You try to ignore the clatter of objects as she rummages through the drawer, pretending to lose yourself in your phone instead. It feels like Sae-Byeok’s return shattered that rare moment of peace you had to yourself, even though she hasn't said a single word... yet.

The rummaging stops.

"Where the fuck is my money?"

Silence answers her instead. There’s nothing you could say, and getting dragged into another one of her tantrums is the last thing you need. How could anyone know where her damn money is?

The rummaging starts again.

You blink hard, forcing the frustration down. I'm so done with this. That's the sentence you keep repeating to yourself, over and over, as if the words alone could drown out the external noise that threatens to wash away the last drop of your inner peace.

"Where. Is. It." she repeats, punctuating every word.

Annoying as fuck.

Your thoughts drift back to the first time you met Sae-Byeok. Back then, it was supposed to be just you and Ji-yeong, your best friend and your partner in being broke and miserable. The plan was convenient and simple: share an apartment, split the bills, survive together. But then Ji-yeong mentioned her friend, Sae Byeok, who was in an even worse situation. You didn’t want a stranger moving in, but knowing she was a North Korean defector, refusing her felt too heartless.

Something that you never quite understood is how those two went along so well. No matter how hard you tried with Sae Byeok, she never really opened up to you. She and Jiyeong were inseparable, two halves of a soul you could never reach. And honestly, it made your blood boil, watching them laugh while you were just a third wheel. Eventually, Ji-yeong moved out, saying this place was "full of boring, old people who suck the life out of the younger generation." At least, that’s how she put it.

Now it's just you and Sae-Byeok.

Your gaze follows her as she turns, each step painfully slow, the kind of movement that makes the air feel colder just by meeting her eyes. You glance down, taking in the outfit you’ve seen her wear a hundred times but never really paid attention to. The loose, two-toned jacket draped over her shoulders, open to reveal a gray shirt that blends into the baggy pants of almost the same shade. You stay where you are on the couch, still, watching her as the silence stretches thin between you, not knowing what to expect. Probably a threat? You're used to those anyway.

Out of the blue, her hand slips into her pocket. Something small and metallic glints between her fingers, then with a quick flick of her thumb, the blade snaps open. Before you can even react, she’s on top of you. One knee pressing into the couch beside your leg, her fingers tangled in your hair as she jerks your head back, the cold edge of the blade against your throat.

"You think stealing from me is smart? I work my ass off for this money, bitch."

You thought her expression couldn't get any colder, but somehow it does, and you feel a shiver run through you.

"I didn't..."

The truth hangs in the air. Those trembling words that slipped out are nothing but pure honesty. You never touched her money. It wasn’t stolen by you. Who could've stolen her money? It's just Sae-Byeok and you in this tiny apartment. Stealing is unthinkable for you, clashing with every scrap of your manners and morals. Broke and desperate, yes, but never desperate enough to fall into theft. What's even more ridiculous is that Sae-Byeok’s the one with a history of pickpocketing, not you.

"It's just you and me. So if it wasn't you, then who stole my money?"

"Not me... I swear. I didn't steal your money."

She doesn’t look convinced by your shaky attempt to defend yourself. Not at all. Her eyes widen in a way that’s almost unsettling, like some sort of sociopath, her breath ghosting over your face. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine her this close. She’d always gone out of her way to keep her distance from you, exaggeratedly so, as if being less than two meters apart might make her throw up. But now, she’s the one leaning closer. Too close. From a third-party perspective, the scene could almost be mistaken for the prelude to a kiss rather than a threat, if they ignored the knife at your throat, of course.

"I'm gonna slit your throat wide fucking open."

You don’t know what's gotten into you. An unfamiliar sensation gripped your stomach, a sudden knot of anxiety. Your heart raced, pounding against your ribcage as if anticipating another feeling, one that isn't just fear. Is she really gonna do it? Slit my throat? Your eyes flick down to Sae-Byeok’s slightly parted lips, the defined, heart-shaped cupid’s bow, and the tiny mole just above the right corner. Maybe you really do want to kiss her. It's an absurd thought to have in a situation this dangerous.

What's wrong with me?

I'm supposed to hate her.

I hate her.

I'm scared.

What you fear most is happening now. You close your eyes tightly. The tip of the blade sinks into your skin just below your jawline, slowly, not deep enough to be life-threatening. Thank God, not 'wide fucking open'. She drags it across, the pressure firm enough to break the surface, a thin line of blood tracing it's way down. You hiss through your teeth. This is too much already. Low pain tolarence makes this so much worse.

When your eyes finally open, the first thing you see is her face, closer than before you closed them. Her intense gaze isn’t on you but fixed on your neck, right where the blade left its mark. Fingers in your hair, pulling your head back even more, giving her a better view of her artwork. It's like she's proudly admiring it. Sae-Byeok leans in closer and closer, narrowing the space between you until a nasty moan escapes your lips at the sudden, unexpected burn caused by her tongue sucking gently on the cut.

"Mmm..." she laps at the blood, cleaning the wound.

You don't know what's gotten into her. Whether you like it or not, you can't continue to ignore the throbbing that's building up between your legs. You're disgusted with yourself. There's no way you're getting turned on by this.

"You stole my money, didn't you?"

She pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, the question hanging heavy between you. Chocolate brown, hooded eyes bore down at you with quiet anger. Her fingers release your hair, taking advantage of your already slightly parted legs, to cup your pussy through the fabric of your sweatpants. Fuck. This is not okay. She's being disgusting. But you're already bucking your hips into her palm, seeking more friction, instead of pushing her off. The blade lifts, the tip hovering just beneath your chin. Your throat tightens, eyes sting, and before you can stop it, tears blur your vision.

"I'll ram this knife into your neck. Would you like that?"

Sae-Byeok’s lips brush your ear, her voice a soft whisper that contrasts with the cruelty of her words. Without hesitation, she slaps your pussy hard, making your entire body flinch. Then again. Again. And again. And it made you wetter and wetter against your own will. Meanwhile, the knife, the threat, hasn't moved. The weight of it is still at your throat. You can’t hold it in anymore. Sobs wrench out of your chest, which feels too tight to hold them, hands shake uncontrollably, pulse rushes in your ears, and breaths come ragged. It’s too much. You want her to stop. But you want her to keep going. It's a confusing mess.

"I didn't steal your money... Please. Don't do this! I swear-"

The words come out shaky, your voice breaking halfway through. She freezes at your desperate plea, as if something inside her shifts, compassion, maybe. Or guilt. It doesn’t make sense, not when she was ready to end your life just moments ago.

"You didn't do it?"

"No I didn't!"

Her reaction isn’t what you expected. Instead of lashing out, she steps back and looks away, unfocused, somewhere distant. You don’t understand. Did she just… give up? Does she actually believe you?

"Okay..."

Huh?

It seems as if she truly did give up, the tension dissolving into a silence that should bring you relief, but it doesn’t. All you feel is the emptiness she left behind. The damp spot between your thighs, where her hand was, feels strangely hollow now, making your hips buck up pathetically only to grind against air. You hate yourself for wanting her rough hand back on your pussy, having her on top of you, the power imbalance, being completely stripped of control, unable to move or even form coherent thoughts... and above all, the fact that your life was in her hands. That's the hottest part. Sae-Byeok suddenly seems so calm though. Ugh.

Now, you've officially realized who you truly are. A whore, who would do anything to feel good. You need her. What could you possibly do to get her hands back on you? Make her mad again?

"Sae-Byeok..."

You take a deep breath.

"I lied. I did it. I stole your money."

This is pure stupidity. Of all the brainless things you could’ve done, you chose this, confessing to something you never even did. Sae-Byeok stops mid-stride, her back facing you. For a second, she simply stands still, not even breathing. Then she turns her head, disbelief flashing in her eyes before it sharpens into exactly what makes your thighs clench together. Anger. Your thoughts run wild, chasing taboo desires you don't dare name.

Please, take it out on me. Be mean to me. Punish me for something I didn't even do. Actually, punish me for getting off to being punished.

She takes a step back, her hands clenching into fists. "You little bitch." she mutters under her breath. She lunges forward, grabbing you by the collar and slamming your back against the couch.

"I'm sorry..."

"You steal my money, then lie to my face, then say 'sorry' like that's gonna fix something?" She yells, shoving you back harder. Her words drip with venom, strong enough to make your stomach twist. You should be terrified, and you are, but a part of you desires this more than anything.

"Give it back or I'll fucking kill you."

"I-"

"I spent it all, sorry."

You anticipated your words would only deepen the fury already written across her face, but somehow, you catch the faint curl of a smirk playing at her lips.

"You're dead."

Slender fingers glide over your neck, tracing the movement of your throat as you swallow timidly, before squeezing tightly, cutting off your air supply for a couple of seconds, then loosening her grip. You gasp for air.

"Please, don't kill me. I'll do anything... Anything!" You beg, breathing heavily between sentences.

"Anything?" Her voice softens, though the undertone of control doesn't fade.

"Anything."

Without hesitation, Sae-Byeok’s hands fall away from your throat and drift lower and lower, following the delicate shape of your curves, sliding down your tits, ghosting over your already-hardening nipple, feeling how your skin stirs beneath her touch, before stopping at your waist. Her lips meet your neck in a rush, returning to the spot she marked earlier with a cut, soothing it with an unexpectedly tender kiss that almost resembled an apology. The way her muffled moans vibrate against you and her uneven exhales between sloppy licks and kisses drive you absolutely insane. A shiver trails down your spine, everything feels blurry, and before you even realize it, your arms are around her, silently encouraging her to continue the assault on your neck.

"Mmh, you actually like this?" She chuckles mockingly against your collarbone.

"Spread."

Her direct, unfiltered order spreads a warmth through your core, and you immediately comply without a second thought. Seeing you so obedient makes her unconsciously bite her lip, nibbling at the corner before letting it go. She pulls your pants down, along with your underwear; her lustful eyes flicker down, first drinking in the delicate shape of your thighs before drifting over your bare cunt. "Mmh, fuck..." She exhales dramatically, the small curse trembling out of her like late-autumn leaves drifting from the tree outside the window. She looks so fucking turned on. By you. It happens too fast, her fingers already on your clit, collecting your wetness and smearing it around, rubbing slow, wide circles at first, then shifting to small, fast ones that make your legs twitch. Feels so good. Too good.

"So wet."

Under the echo of your quiet moans, Sae Byeok's eyes remain locked on every expression that crosses your face, the way you bite your lip, the tears clinging to your lashes, the pink flush of arousal spreading across your cheeks. One finger, instantly followed by the second one, slips inside of you, stretching you out. A startled scream rips from your throat before it’s muffled by her lips crashing against yours, trying to shut you up. The kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, her lips feel just as you imagined, tender but faintly chapped, little cracks tracing across them like dried petals, a result of the cold weather and the fact that she never bothers with chapstick. But you like them that way, the tiny imperfections that make her kisses unforgettable. You gasp loudly the moment her fingers find your sweet-spot and curl against it. Just two feel already too big. Too much.

"Two of my fingers already make you scream, huh? You should be taking them easily, considering how much you fuck yourself with those toys..."

Your stomach drops. Wait. How does she know...?

Her name is the only thing you manage to mumble out, as her long fingers continue their assault, fucking you at a brutal pace.

"I saw you. Multiple times. You're not good at hiding it."

Mid-motion, her hand stills, and she pulls her fingers out of your needy pussy, cruelly leaving you on the edge of your orgasm, unsatisfied and abandoned. She confuses you. You don't want her to stop. No matter how fucked up this whole situation is. She pulls back, straightening to her full height in front of you while you remain sunk into the couch. Her freckled face, framed by messy, short hair, with soft bangs falling lightly over her eyes, sends your pulse racing even more.

"Wait."

She walks toward the kitchen without further explanation. You can’t read her, can’t guess what she’s thinking, and the uncertainty makes your stomach tighten. All you want are her fingers back inside your pussy. Or maybe her face buried between your thighs. You're left waiting in the living room, legs still spread wide open on the couch. Your eyes drift to the door; on the other side lies the outside world. It's unlocked, your chance to escape. But you don’t move. Not an inch. Just patiently wait for your punishment. The punishment for a crime you didn't even commit.

After five minutes that drag on like an eternity, Sae Byeok returns, stopping in front of you, her usual silent, lifeless stare cutting straight through your soul. It's scary.

"W-what?" You flinch.

Her right hand is suspiciously hidden behind her back. When she lifts her arm, your stomach drops at the reveal. She holds up a huge 8-inch kitchen knife, far larger than the tiny pocketknife you’re used to, flooding your mind with gory, over-exaggerated scenarios of what could happen.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson. So you'll learn to stay away from MY money."

She takes a step closer, then another. Out of fear, you try to stand, but she shoves you back down by gripping your throat, and gets on top.

"You could've escaped while I was in the kitchen."

She's right. You could have escaped. You should have. But now it's too late, the tip of the handle is pressed against your folds, clumsily circling over your lips and clit, Sae Byeok's grip on the dull side of the blade. Her left hand still around your throat, squeezing as slowly inserts the thick handle into your pussy. You let out a high-pitched moan. Tears spill down your face from the violently consuming yet heavenly sensation. The handle’s black plastic, once dry and matte, now slick and sticky with your juices, thrusting in and out leisurely.

"Fucking thief."

She accuses again, releasing your throat to cup your breast through your shirt. You nod lazily drifting along with the falsehood of her words, too horny to try and put a stop to this. In fact, you want it to continue. You want her all over you. All of her abuse.

"I'm so sorry."

You apologize pathetically, whining a little. Her grip on your breast tightens before starting to knead your clothed flesh like dough, sending a jolt through every nerve. Her lips find your neck, the part of you she can't get enough of, sucking and biting, leaving evidence with each hickey. For some reason you can't understand, she lets out a sudden, low chuckle against your skin, while pushing the handle in deeper and deeper, making your legs tremble.

"You didn't steal my money, did you?"

Her tone becomes softer, as her words catch you off guard. Shit. Sae Byeok's sudden question messes with you more than any false accusation. Your tear-filled eyes widen, staring up at hers in confusion. How could she know the truth? You told her you took her money and spent it all, just to see that flash of rage in her eyes, to get her attention, whatever twisted version of it she’d give. It's as if she could read your mind. Creepy. But hot.

"I know you didn't. And yet I'm punishing you, fucking you with this knife. I'm sorry, baby."

Gentle coos drift into your ear, her apology laced with obvious sarcasm, combined with how she purposely angles the knife to push against that spongey delicate spot, makes it clear that she's only mocking you. Not really apologizing. Not really planning to stop.

"There was no money in my drawer in the first place. It was all a lie."

So it was all an act? Why? Her confession hangs heavily in the air, spinning your thoughts into a dizzying fog, accompanied by the immense pleasure of the knife handle pounding into you. She can't control herself anymore, and lifts the hem of your hoodie all the way up to just below your neck, exposing your bare upper body. No bra. A gasp breaks from your trembling lips as you look down at yourself, tits out, legs spread like a whore.

"I did it because i wanted an excuse to do this to you."

Her words make you even wetter. Does that mean she fantasizes about you? Oh God. The way her sweet lips wrap around your nipple, enveloping you in the warmth of her desperate mouth, then sloppily sucking, coating your flesh with her saliva, sends you straight to heaven, your hand tangling in her hair.

"These tits, holy shit." A low, throaty moan stifles against your skin.

"You wanted me to continue, hm?"

"Y-yeah..."

You feel yourself getting close, the familiar knot coiling low in your stomach. The room is filled with nothing but your, pornographic-like moans, along with the wet, slapping rhythm of the knife handle, and the sucking, hungry sound of her mouth. Sae-Byeok releases your nipple with a loud pop, her free hand crushing your breast roughly before her gaze meets yours with a wicked little smirk.

"You're so fucked up. Getting off to this shit. You tried to piss me off on purpose to get abused? Aren't you ashamed?"

The handle moves faster, now at a brutally fast pace, making you tug on her hair without thinking, your chest heaving as your slick walls tighten around the smooth, plastic shaft. She loves seeing you like this. Losing control. Eventually, she returns to your tits, alternating and sucking on the other, her cheeks hollowing, mantaining eye contact in a way that makes your knees weak.

"You like this, baby? Me taking advantage of you? You'd do anything for my abuse, wouldn't you? Mmmm..."

"Cum for me."

Her lips leave your nipple, a string of saliva stretching from your breast to her mouth, leaning in until her lips clash against yours in a rough kiss, her tongue plunging in, muffling the moans of your orgasm. Your juices leak out, dripping down your inner thighs, as you ride it out. The knife stills, and you lie there, a shaking, quivering mess, Sae Byeok's breath ghosting over your lips, as the weight of what just happened sinks in.