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“Princess,” he'd been addressing you with that nickname ever since he dragged you into his home. Their home? This building still was a mystery to you. “You're thinking too much.”
The ambitious tone sent a shiver down your back, making it impossible to look at his face. He's too close once again. Your boss somehow really enjoyed invading your personal space. The smell of faded rain came through the window, bringing in some of the humid air to make you sweat even quicker. You're unaware of his name, despite having worked with him since a good three months. A normal person would've seen it as appropriate to introduce themselves, especially if they kidnapped you beforehand.
It didn't seem he cared all that much about your curiosity. The only thing you've gotten to learn about the man in front of you were a few characteristics. Like his undeniable anger. It's the first time you met someone who had such short temper, it's enough for the tiniest mistake and he's capable of blowing up like a propane. You're rarely the reason for it to happen, however, it has escalated before. Not a pretty sight. Another thing about this man with bleached hair's that he's obviously not ashamed for the shit he's doing to you.
Just kidnapping would be reason enough to feel guilty and at least apologize, yet this stranger appeared a little too enthusiastic at the beginning. Afterwards, this kind of behavior stayed the same although you often proclaimed you're not fine with his doing. This man didn't care, though. As simple as that, which's your bad luck since he's the one in charge of a whole lot inside this building. Some kind of cult, you came to realize after starting your new job as his assistant. It required interviewing some members irregularly, that taught you most about the system you got squeezed into.
A fucking nightmare. You thought when realizing what construct you're working for. Sadly, there's no way to change it as he looked like he's more than just a little devoted, the tattoo spoke walls for your theory. Again, your bad luck. He made it clear once you arrived here, you would never forget the way he tossed you onto the chair in his office and stare down at you. The shimmer swimming inside his eyes was the most threatening thing you got confronted with in life. Luckily that was and hopefully will be the only time he'd look at you like that.
“Don't think you can run.” He'd said back then. “If you want to survive this without losing your sanity, you better learn to trust me quickly.” It hadn't been a simple advice; it was an order that you immediately engraved into the back of your head.
The problem that occurred over time wasn't very prideful to deal with. Because for some reason, which you're still seeking out, he managed to get under your skin. Whoever he was and regardless what his goal had been, there's an attitude about him that's captivating. Apart from the anger towards his own people, the authority he held above their heads, wiggling like they're having a change if only daring him to some contest and making it seem so easy was pretty attractive. A long time you tried to avoid acknowledging how your heart skipped a beat when he's addressing someone harshly when walking around with you.
Godforsaken cult, Godless rules and God fuck this man over already so you could run away. This attraction grew against your consent. Your body had its own ideas that started to bubble to the surface once the night knocked at everyone's doors. He's rude, condescending, aloof, impudent and a dick to literally every soul that's stuck around. The list's endless, not changing a thing for your feelings, however. And it's really embarrassing. Why did it feel different with him? Was it because he's softer with you than the rest? That you're his right hand changed the way he treated you.
Whether they're to blame or not, his grace was a rarity to find. The intelligence rooms, as they called the sector he worked for, none of the faceless people were eager to work with him. One small, insignificant slip up's enough for him to grab the one responsible by the collar. As if his life depended on their progress. Perhaps it did, you had no idea considering he's not telling you anything. The files you sometimes got told to search through were the only source for information. But even they didn't say much, it's frustrating in some sense.
You winced as he flicked your cheek carelessly. “I said you think too much, assistant.” The smirk on his pale face widened. It showed the shocking white incisors hiding underneath. “Stop it.”
“Ouch..” The pain made you rub your cheek, pouting at him in response. “Do you have to do that all the time?” Genuineness shone through because hell, he loved tormenting your face until it's numb. Also a big fan of tugging on your hair, another annoying way to demand your attention. He came to touch you more and more the longer you're staying by his side.
The man just leaned his weight on the left hand. “If you don't do what I say... then yes.” You bit the sour comment, shaking your head.
“You're mean.” Your eyes followed the pattern of the carpet, it's truly unnerving that he sat down on the edge of the bed with you. There were chairs and a table, then again, what were you expecting from a man like him.
“You like me mean,” Saying it so casually forced your skin to crawl. Your frown amused him, you're able to hear it. “You can't hide it. You're a terrible liar, princess.” Where you now? He's far too confident in himself. You rolled your eyes at his words; they made your body heat up without warning. “Really not..”
Suddenly you're pushed back on the bed, finding his beaming face hover only inches away from yours. “You know what happens to liars around here?” His husky tone made you bite your lip. You couldn't let any noise slip out, feeding his ego's the last accomplishment you wanted to fulfill.
The man ran his hand from your cheek to your ear. You held your breath when his lips followed, only to whisper into your ear. “They get punished.”
“Maybe you're doing it on purpose.” The assumption made him chuckle low, not missing how your back arched by the sound. You cursed the goosebumps standing off your arms, which laid uselessly beside your body.
It's no use trying to push him away, he'll pin you back down immediately. Not to mention the fight you'd start and that would be unnecessary. The man you could consider your boss left a kiss to your temple, unexpected you couldn't help but gasp. His hands ran back down, holding your waist in place. Even though he's pretty thin, his grip's always the firmest, however that's possible. You sighed while closing your eyes. No use to resist, it's a silent order that he'd given you when stepping into the room. Therefore you leaned your head back, revealing more of your neck. It made him snicker again.
As his teeth scratched on your pulse, you shuddered in his grip. The air's dangerously hot now, he's so close you're able to take in his wooden scent. Ironic, you thought with a smile running over your lips. He never left his office, and if, only for other work somewhere in a different part of the castle. You couldn't remember to have ever seen him outside at the garden, for example. You took in a sharp breath, his nails digging into your skin to run down your legs had you become complete pudding on the bed.
He hummed satisfied, biting the crook of your neck next. “Ngh..” You held back the hiss. The combination of pain and pleasure's overwhelming, he knew exactly what he's doing to you. How's someone that isolated so damn good with his hands and mouth? Not very fair. He played with the hem of your pants between his fingers, playfully pulling your body up against his. The feeling of his erection pressing up at the wet spot between your legs had you whine out.
“Take 'em off, princess.” The instructions breathed to your abused neck left you no choice but to nod.
Your clothes were getting ridiculously hot, his body burned as well. “I'll show you what happens to naughty girls who think fucking with me's a good idea.”
You threw your arm over your eyes, hiding away the pathetic tears of excitement when he grabbed you by the neck. Somehow you expected it, but it still sent a shockwave through your veins. All the way down into your legs. “Hah–.. Boss, no..” The begging wasn't even convincing to yourself.
He just lifted your lower body off the bed, the same stone-cold eyes staring back with a warning written over every inch. You forgot to breathe for a second.
“If you don't do it willingly,” One finger hooked under your shirt, already pulling it up. “Then you have to be silent when I do it either way.”
You shook your head with the tears spilling from your eyes. Plainly giving no shit, he titled his head at your reaction. An almost apologetic pout on his face. “Aw.. What is it, princess? You want me to stop?” You nodded.
His smirk turned into a grin, fast to move his hand behind your head and pull on the hair forcefully. You choked on a cry, trying to press your legs together for any kind of friction. Something to release this horrible desire that's bolding down your lower stomach. He pulled harder until your back's off the bed again. Your vision's blurry as he rocked back and forth between your legs. Fully hard and you're certain you're full wet yourself. About to plead, he giggled the words close to your ear shell.
“Too bad,” he said, clearly not sorry whatsoever. “I'll show you your place. And honestly..?” His other hand's skilled to open the buttons on your pants. “I'm gonna enjoy your begging and crying a fuck ton.”
The knock on your door scared the shit out of you.
Your eyes snapped open wide, heart caught in your throat for the second, louder knock that’s following. “Hey (N), open the damn door.” Hearing his voice after being torn from floating fantasies was the moment you had time to process what you're thinking in the first place.
A wave of shame and regret washed over you in mere seconds. Oh fucking hell, not again! This wasn't the first time your mind took you to such scenarios. Only a couple times it happened, yet it didn't matter how often. One is enough to end up in hell as a sinner for the rest of eternity. You sat straight, finding yourself alone in your bed and that the man you'd been thinking about in an.. inappropriate way's banging at the door. He once said he doesn't like your room locked, that's a mistake on your part. Nonetheless. Your legs didn't move as wanted.
You rubbed the sweat off your forehead, taking a second for your heart to beat at acceptable pace. That’s the problem; this fucking power play he let hang out every day's the reason for such sick attraction. In real life this wouldn't get you off, on the contrary, shit like this would surely scar you for the rest of your life in one of the most disgusting ways. But the thought.. Hopefully he's unaware about that part of your feelings. Were you really that needy for someone to control your actions?
“(N)..” He said your name again, lower this time. “Open the fucking door or I'll kick it in and you won't get a new one.”
Picturing the lack of privacy for other people to walk by and peek inside, you found the strength to jump off the bed. “Y-Yeah- no! Don't kick it in! I'm c-coming!” You stumbled over the words, sweaty hand turning the key for him to enter. And there he stood, usual clothes and attitude steaming off of him.
His ocean eyes were narrowed because he's really not happy you one, locked the door and second, took this long to open up. You swallowed the bitter taste of guilt. But not just for the door dilemma. “Sorry. I forgot..” You tore your gaze away.
“You don't say.” He stuffed one hand into his pants, sarcasm hitting your chest heavily. “Now that I'm graced with the attention of the princess, I need to show you something.”
He pointed with a move of his head to the table, silently waiting for you to let him in. Despite your body not relaxing, you took a step back. His scent rose into your nose, then. The familiar fragrance of wooden nature went right down into your legs as a shiver. Great. It continued shaking with desire while knowing he's close enough to make them reality. The timing of this must've been done by Satan himself as punishment for the fucked-up shit ruining your innocence. The man, named Unknown since he's stubborn and not revealing his name, sat onto one of the chairs. You followed obediently.
Due to the little problem, there's no chance to come up with resistance. You'd have the premonition that a simple touch's enough for your mouth to spill unholy sounds. Unknown pulled a map out of his other pocket, catching you by surprise. After laying it out for you to examine, he placed both hands down the surface, holding the sides straight. Avoiding it buckle by the previous folded position. “You know what this is?”
You blinked, checking the few markings he must've scribbled down earlier. Yet your focus's somewhere else, namely between your legs. You're still wet and wanted to vanish from the earth.
“U-Uh.. It's um..” At a loss for words, you stroked a strand of hair behind your ear. It'd surprise you if he's unable to pick up on your nervousness. What a nightmare. “Is it–”
You licked your lips in desperation. “Is it maybe.. Ugh! I don't know.” You gave up halfway, knowing there's no good guess coming in for a while. Unknown raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you sick?” That assumption confused you. But after finding the courage to look up at your kidnapper, all you're seeing was a guy who's staring holes through your head. Like he's going to figure out if only looking hard enough.
It's stupid, however your body added another shock of electricity through your veins. His eyes were intense since the second you came face to face at the apartment door. If you're one day getting used to it was the real question. You shook your head when shrinking into the chair. “No, I'm fine.”
Not buying your crap, Unknown went back to the map. You thanked God or whoever heard your prayers. “This entire area,” He circled his index finger around the piece of paper.
His fingers were constantly active, regardless if he's hacking or helping out the one owning this place. No wonder they're irresistible when following the movements. “This is the party hall of the RFA.” His tone almost made you fall backwards with the chair. Stupid thoughts, you cursed yourself. They're pushed by anticipation. For what exactly? No clue and that's one of the worse aspects.
“The spy team drew it.” He smiled dark. “A good way to mess with their security system.” His pink tips fell over his eyes as he gazed back up. “Don't you think, assistant?”
Full of enthusiasm, he waited for you to cheer his plan on. Your lips parted but no sound left for a second too long. “S-Sure.. Sounds good I-I guess..”
You knew you're fucked as he crossed his arms on the table, leaning in. The strict albeit impatient stare erased all other thoughts along the way of hiding the issue at hand. Unknown's brows smoothed, not a wrinkle to find. It looked like he's waiting for you to explain your actions. That absent-minded behavior he probably had none of, you couldn't judge it, that's taken for granted. You played with your fingers under the table while pressing the nails into the tip of the other. Nostalgic since you're the student in the situation that's about to get called out.
And punished? The second that word echoed inside your brain you growled annoyed. God Jesus and Maria, someone take away my sexual needs. Can't they do that here? Isn't this a religious cult? Maybe you should punish yourself instead. For being the dumbass that you were. Couldn't he yell at you, the usual routine that you're capable of handling by now? What's keeping him silent? That's unfamiliar and caused your gut to spin. Unknown then sighed heavily.
“You have one chance to tell me what's up.” Once again, silence fell upon you both. The air thicker than the fire resenting inside your bones.
His thread-thin patience normally scared you, it's straight up frightening once it tore apart. How could it now add to the desire? There were filthy words laying on your tongue, about to either destroy the bond you worked so hard to maintain or yourself by running face-first into trouble. No winning, it's a loss which's not of help. “And a minute left. Get to it.”
Panic pushed adrenaline harder, watching how Unknown tapped his index finger in sync with the second hand of the clock that hung above your door. Oh shit.. Soon all you're hearing is your own heartbeat exploding behind your ribcage. Yet Unknown's calm, staring and tapping without offering you a small break from the tension. How could you phrase it? Should you lie and say you're sick after all? “You know what happens to liars around here?” His fantasy-self kneeling over you and his words reached back out of the blue. Waiting for disobedience. “They get punished.”
“Time's u—” You busted before he could finish the sentence. “I thought of you before you came in!!” Ashamed for exploding, you suddenly couldn't shut your mouth anymore.
They spilled in a way a waterfall would've been jealous. With both hands aimlessly wavering through the air, you felt the hardcore blush coloring your entire face. “I can't concentrate, okay? I'm still— I'm hot all over and you being so close isn't helping me calming down, you know!?” Again. Silence.
You panted, desperate for air as the adrenaline slowly faded from your system. Both liberated yet uncomfortable that you shouted the truth, you couldn't stand the air inside the room. You stood up, wobbly legs one of the last problems on the list now. “God fucking damn it..” The cuss came out under your breath while walking over to the big window, at least he's not laughing, that's worth acknowledging. You lifted your fingers to your mouth to bite the cuticles with your nerves dancing tango. What will he do? Scold you? Be repulsed and leave? Tell you to fuck off for good? You're uncertain and it's nerve-wracking.
Sure, your boss flirted occasionally. He did the day he caught you lying about the code and that never changed, it appeared he's fond of messing with your mind. Even more so considering he knew everything about you long before you're aware of his existence. Eventually he came across the fact that you're a total inexperienced bundle of longings. It's a children's play for him to connect the dots until finding out. How all of that desire's piled up inside, too afraid to give it up to someone holding no big meaning.
He teased you a lot because of it, but this might change since he's aware what you're seeing him as now. You rubbed your eyes, wishing he's leaving so you could drown in embarrassment alone. Him not saying anything didn't add up with the hope of him brushing it over to forget it. That's the best outcome you could think of, although the percentage's settled rather low. Your weight shifted to lean on the wall with your shoulder, scanning the million flowers you didn't know the names of.
“That's all?” No time to turn around, you went stiff as two big hands came to lay down on your shoulders. “Seriously?”
The chuckle coming from his throat identical to the one in your dream, having you painfully self-aware. Oh, you nodded offended. So he's finding it funny to fuck with your sanity. Cool, cool. You brushed one of his hands off and would've liked to turn around to shoot a death glare, but for that, you missed bravery. “Haha. Very funny, boss.”
The man behind you didn't comment on your attempt to get him off, instead he put his hand with more strength back onto your shoulder and came to rest his chin on it. You titled your head into the opposite direction; it's sadly not doing much because his face's right next to yours. Unknown chuckled amused for the second time and you're this close to call him a motherfucker. You'd lose in the end, that's the only reason you held back the storm. His touch's just as rough as imagined, you realized somewhere in the depths of your mind.
“Com'on, like I don't know that already.” He purred the words and the hair on your neck stood in alarming major. “It's no news for either of us you're into me. What did you think I do? Gasp out in shock?”
“No,” You mumbled back. “Something like, oh I don't know.. Wrinkle your nose in disgust?” It's not on purpose to sound that bitter, you couldn't help it though.
Unknown hummed shortly to show he understood what you said. The vibration of his throat tickled the crock of your neck, having you bite down deeper into your finger. If you'd keep it up, you're ending up bleeding for all you knew. Your eyelashes fluttered shut as his hands slowly made their way down to your sides. Ever so gently pressing, your breath stuttered when he used pressure on your body. Didn't you tell him it's still high on desire? Why was he being an asshole and mock you for it?
“I'd never do that.” Was the answer, much closer than the few seconds ago. You swallowed the lump successfully blocking your access to air, nothing more than a whisper falling over your lips. “Aha? And.. And what would y-you do..?” That must've dug your own grave. But who gave a shit.
His nose stroked over your neck as hot breath left your legs to waver, you feared they're giving into the tension. “Hm.. don't know.” He stopped his hands at your waist. The same way he did in your dream.
“What did you think about me doing?” Put on the spot, you should've been prepared for this coming back around. He's a master of turning questions, well enough for it to fly over lots of members' heads how he's toying with them. Manipulating their decisions and answers, perhaps? You're not well acquainted with these types of techniques. You closed your eyes, the sound of his lips kissing your skin chased the blush through the tips of his ears. That's new. He never did that before; it robbed your better judgement for a second.
Unsure if telling him's coming out as your advantage, you bit your lip. “W-Well.. I thought.. how you, um..” You couldn't put it into words, it's impossible.
He picked up, otherwise you couldn't explain the slightly wicked undertone in his already rough voice. “Someone's timid. Want me to start?”
What? Was all you could think. He let the start of his lips trace along your hammering pulse, chapped and scratching the soft skin behind your ear. You're feeling yourself getting wet again. “I imagine..” He began, leaving little kisses in between. “You tied to my bed..” He licked over the shell of your ear, grinning as you failed to hide the whimper.
“And I imagine how much cuter your tears would be when coming from pleasure.” Cuter? He saw your tears as cute? There's so much to unpack, no time since his fingers ran under your shirt. Shutting off your brain. The icy fingertips made your body twitch away from his touch, shivering when he's insistent to hold them against your hip bones.
You leaned back to his chest more, lifting one hand to his cheek. At least you're not the only one burning in the face. “I also.. wouldn't give you any satisfaction before begging to me.” Then it flashed in front of your shut eyes.
Unknown straddling your sides, having your hands tied to the bedframe and only teasing you by rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit. Doing it again and again until you're practically sobbing for him to just fuck you already. Damn. Your eyes blinked open, biting down hard your index finger while his left hand slipped into the start of your pants. The other coming higher, cupping one of your breasts. Luckily you're wearing your bra, this could've been too much too soon. He knew nobody every touched you that way, he should be careful to some degree.
You pulled his head towards yours, now it's your turn to press your nose against his skin. “Hmh.. Knew you like that.” Was it that obvious? Who were you kidding, honestly. You offered a breathless “yeah” to the statement.
“Your turn princess.” He demanded quietly; one action often contradicting the other. It drove you insane for sure. Your legs squeezed shut when he dug his nails into your lower stomach, catching you on the wrong foot. This was making you dizzy already, moreover it made you want more. Couldn't even stay ashamed because it clouded your mind in a heavenly way. Yeah, you were going to hell one day.
You thought back, words weighted down with desire. “I thought.. You pin me down to the bed..” You turned your head away, letting go of his face in one go. “And..”
“And?“ He pried; it chased a smile over your lips. Definitely as impatient as ever. Therefore you tried to sound sexy, not that you'd that done before so all you could do's pray that it would be to his liking. “And use me without my consent.” Dirtier than that wasn't possible, although you're clouded by pure lust it's still striking you with an arrow of shame. Was it smart telling him?
His movements were frozen, thus you figured it wasn't. He's the boss, he wanted to know and all you're doing is obligate. “Really..“
The genuine bewilderment made you laugh, it's the first time you heard him like that. You nodded. “You were curious, I just obeyed..” Unknown's fingers scratched unconsciously over your hip bones; it began to burn. “Wow.”
He huffed, a mixture of shock and delight. “And here I thought I'm the fucked up one. Appearances are deceptive, huh.” You shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe..” Both of you went silent. Unknown then pulled you to his body, the strength made you squeak out in a high-pitched tone. “Damn. Now you've done it to my own imagination..” What did that mean? Did he.. replay what you'd pictured before slamming his fist at the door? Why was that the thing having your legs tremble? How fucked up do I have to be? Fuck carnal instincts, you thought angry.
“But you know.” He saved you from drowning in the regret, exhaling deeply which hit your shoulder once again. “It will never be like that. Know why?” As you shook your head, Unknown licked over your neck. Your hand flew up by reflex to push him away, however he caught you by the wrist right away.
He then pressed his hand to your lower stomach. You could feel him press up against you, no denying he's also turned on by all this dirty talk. Was it considered dirty talk? Wasn't it just confessions of secret imaginations? You couldn't tell. Not that you cared, anyways. “It's because you want me to do it.”
”Maybe I-I do.. Maybe I don't.” The only response coming to your already limited mind. Unknown stroked the strand of hair behind your ear you'd taken care of earlier. “Yes you do. If you're a good girl now and admit it, I'll give it to you.” He seemed victorious without you saying anything. It wasn't fair, feeding into this man's ego that's busting through the roof when arriving, that's how far it reached back. Giving into his touch would mean he won once more, but being brutally honest with yourself, it's no news you laid eyes on him for that particular.. thing. As he said, you both knew you're into him.
His hand went between your legs, good reflexes since he caught you so you wouldn't fall from the kick of pleasure that caused your legs to finally give in. “What will it be, princess?”
Your breath hitched when he ran his hand back and forth, it's a shame the two fabrics of clothes were in the way. It felt incredibly good, in spite of it just being the palm of his hand rubbing to create friction. You're so wet by now, it's almost too shameful to allow it since he'd see what kind of effect he's having on you. “Ah-..” Biting down your middle finger and strangling the humility, it found the slipup to come out as a whine either way.
“Don't keep me waiting,” He sighed. “I can just go back and work in the meantime. But do you really want that?” Of course you didn't, he knew that. Little devil.
You buckled into his hand, unable to take any more of this degradation. “N-No..! Okay yeah, I-I want it.” Unknown let go then, leaving you freeze to the cool temperature of the room. “What do you mean by "it" princess?” Oh fuck you.. You turned around, meeting the man who kept both arms calmly behind his back. His gaze overflew with sadism, how did you let this guy manipulate you so smoothly? Why did you let him get under your skin, seriously. You crossed your arms with your emotions tearing apart until you're feeling your heartbeat pick up pace again.
“I'm.. not going to say it.” You stated dull. Your boss, unfazed as ever, clicked his tongue behind his teeth. Had his leather jacket always slipped down that seductively? The wrong time to find all these little details about his shape and style that captivated you slowly one by one. “Then I can't give it to you, if I don't know what you want.”
You groaned annoyed. “Boss, please..” Both your hands fell down, looking like you're close to begging. That's not even a lie and you despised him for it.
On the other hand, however, your body reacted to his torment slightly differently. But you're the last to admit that shit like humiliation's something of a turn on. Unknown waved a hand. “I have to go. I'm busy.” Your feet shifted your weight, you balled a fist by how worked up you felt.
“Fine! Alright!” You spit the words out. “I-I want..” Your eyes wandered to the floor in front of your feet, voice wavering like never before. “I want to.. h-have sex with you..”
You'd decided to commit arson in case he leaves regardless. To your relief, he turned on his heels like an idiot, opening both his arms with one of the widest smiles he'd ever wore. “Good job, assistant.” His praise immediately made you needy for more. As he wiggled his fingers, a sign to hurry, you moved on autopilot and ran into his arms. Like a child, (N). The fuck. The insult didn't stay present much longer. You heard the breath being pressed out of his lunges and enjoyed the second of revenge.
It didn't last owning to the fact he placed one hand to your head, patting you. “Wasn't so hard, now was it? Good girl.” Your eyes widened as his fingers stroked through the loose strands sensually. Careful and soft, nothing you expected of a control freak like your boss. You melted into the touch when tightening the hug you're keeping him in place with. Hiding your face into his chest.
“Don't call me that.. I'm no child.” You said while clawing deeper into his jacket. Unknown tapped different fingers alternately at your hairline with each passing word for the sake of teasing. “But~ you~ like~ it~ I can feel you shudder when I praise you.”
Not able to counter, you grumbled. He ran his hands over your back in a comforting manner until they stayed stuck at your waist once again. He brought some space between you, wanting to look into your eyes. Unable to give him that, you instead ran your hands over his chest. He didn't eat nearly enough, showing clearly whenever he took off the leather jacket. It's at the limit of malnutrition. And yet, he's still so damn attractive. “Did you kiss before, at least?”
His question forced the deep blush to get a few shades darker, however that's possible. Giving him all the hints to know the answer. “Man, you're so innocent.” How dare he sounding fascinated. It's the last poke with the metaphorical knife to pop a vein.
“Well— You aren't!?” You bit back in pure defense, giving him an angered expression after tilting your head up. “Is Mr. I-hate-everyone-and-everything experienced?”
At first his brows raised in shock, having yours draw together in regret. Oh god. If you're going to piss him off, then you'll have much different trouble to clean up. Against all odds, Unknown lifted his hand to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Ouch-!” You yelped, jumping further away. However, he got you in his grip. No escape route available.
He then let go, watching you sniff away the pain. “Silly little thing.” You must've misheard since the way he phrased it owned a hint of affection.
“Wh–” He hushed you, eyes glittering with something you couldn't identify. “I won't tell you. That's not important right now.” Wasn't that a silent 'I have'? To think your boss really had sex with someone before's hard to believe. Or get behind. Who would want someone as unsympathetic as him? Point a finger into the mirror, idiot.. A weak whisper reminded you. Now seeing yourself, it's not as unrealistic that there were people before who wanted to sleep with Unknown. Maybe he used his high ranked position as advantage?
You shook your head, not fond of the chain of possibilities you found. “Since you never kissed either,” He leaned down, on eye level which made you speechless. “We should start with the basics.” The intimacy's flaming up once he guided the finger you've been chewing on to his lips.
Broken skin tickled your fingertip after pressing it to his mouth. A smile tugged on the corner of his lips, parting them just a little bit. “Boss-!” You stumbled over your own words when feeling his teeth biting down.
“Hm.” The vibration inside his mouth made you pinch an eye close, defenseless as he sucked on it with his tongue running over the sensitive skin. “G-God..” You didn't know if you should've found it hot or dirty. One didn't exclude the other, you remembered. The sensation's not nearly the same when doing it yourself. “Okay.. Okay st-stop. I get it-”
He popped your finger with a way too loud, went sound. “I decide that, princess.” A trace of salvia connected your finger to his mouth and you found it impossible to tear away your eyes.
Two cold hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you along when he stood straight. He's close enough for your breath to come in contact with his, the start of his lips touching yours. Only an inch more and you'd kiss him. It's an addicting sight as he kept his gaze locked on your lips and mumbled to prevent them from actually touch each other. “Ready?” Heart slipping into your pants, you took a second to ground yourself. Having him near you in that way had only been a meaningless fantasy an hour ago. Feeling his heat, smelling his scent and hearing his voice in real life's not making this as easy as you first suspected.
Finally, you hummed in agreement. Unknown approached you slowly, lingering right in front of your face. Noses touched, yet you're frozen in time. It seemed to happen in slow motion, how he pulled away after almost meeting your lips. The second time he stayed there a moment longer, eyes open and focused so intensely you're scared you'd done something wrong. But the third time he closed the gap. It's awkward because you're having no idea how to move, somehow your body overtook the task and imitated the way his lips pressed to yours. That emptied the last bit of doubt circling around your head, nothing left but his lips on yours.
Ironically, he's also the first to pull away. You looked down, hair falling forward over your burning face. His thumb stroking your cheek didn't calm the thumping of your heart. “Like it?” He asked. “Want another?”
Although it took lots of effort getting onto your toes, Unknown didn't let you kiss him and pulled you back down by the hair. A hiss of pain only added to his amusement since he tugged one, two times before letting go. You shook your head, confusion covering your features. He wiggled his finger like some parent. “Tsk, tsk.” He denied your second try by holding you by the upper arm. “Not gonna happen. If anyone is taking initiative, it's me.” The clarification left no room to argue.
“I ask you; you say you want it and I'll give it to you. Got it, assistant?” The “Yes!” didn't have to be that desperate, you're just having no care left. This slowly moving forward's killing your body, you needed him to do anything. Unknown looked pleased then, trapping your face exactly like before. “Good girl.” None of you missed you biting your lip by that.
“Hmh, indeed. I've got a really..” Leaning back in, he placed one hand to your back, bringing you even closer. “Really good doll.”
You're about to beg when he must've read your mind. He kissed you again, harder and with noticeably more vigor. You melted in his arms, running your hands through the bleached strands that were red by nature, that's what you speculated given his tips were a washed out pink. It felt right, a thousand times better than any imagination you'd have at night while he's in the office, working his body to exhaustion. You moved along as he took hold of your leg, lifting it to rest on his hips. Your gasp got swallowed into the kiss as he used the surprise and pushed his tongue into your mouth.
All at once, it's hard to keep track of everything. He held your leg up, feeling he's also getting off on this made you moan into the kiss. You've never felt something like it, his tongue ran over yours, wet and warm. The compelling need with which he held you's beyond your comprehension. Your body shuddered against his, only adding oil to the fire. Unknown trusted forward the same moment he bit down your lower lip. Another louder moan filled the heated atmosphere of the room. Had it always been so hot in here?
You put your arms around his neck, liking the feeling of his hand run down further to hold you up by the butt. It started to leave you dizzy, as if caught in a fever dream that felt surreal. The air hitched in your throat when he bit your tongue next. You wanted to gasp for air, your boss didn't let you though. He kept you tight in the current position when grabbing your neck. Whining didn't work either due to his mouth drowning out every sound. You hit his chest, but you'd been shocked if he felt it, your body's too weak. Resigning to the fact you'll black out, you almost coughed up once he did pull away.
“Shit!” You panted greedily and landed your forehead on his chest with a little 'bump'. Hearing you two breathe that deeply together's attractive, no need to deny. “Hah.. God.” You blinked away the dizziness. “I thought.. Haha,” A laugh of disbelief tumbled out of you. “I thought you kiss me unconscious! Jeez..”
Unknown's chest raised rapidly underneath your hands, also calming down. “Fuck.” He cussed and you wondered why.
“Hm? What is it..? I know I..” Another sharp intake of air interrupted you. “I probably wasn't that good but.. ouch, man.” Alright, you're no pro, but he should've known that beforehand. However, your boss referred from answering. Untypical.. “Boss? Are you okay?”
Worry overpowered the desire, trying to find what's wrong by checking his face. But there wasn't anything out of ordinary, only the light shade of red on his cheeks and oops, the chaos you made out of the already messy hair. Perhaps this wasn't so exciting to him as hoped. Something in your chest sank by the guess, what else could it have been? Expecting to have failed, you withdrew with a few steps. Welp, you comforted yourself, it was worth the shot. And it felt great. Your first kiss wasn't a shit show at least. That's good and should've been enough. But somehow it wasn't, were you turning possessive? Hopefully not.
“Lay down.” Perplexed you blinked at the order. Were you hearing things now, too? Maybe you're going insane for real. You couldn't even make a sound when he pushed you backwards. “!!” A second passed where you prepared to land on the floor, instead you hit the mattress. “Huh??”
This time you held both hands over your chest, that last thing you thought he'd do was pushing you down like in the dream. Unknown kneeled one knee onto the mattress, shifting it as you stared up in uncertainty. It didn't take outstanding observation skills to come to the conclusion he's not done yet. Did you read the reaction wrong? His ocean eyes darkened immensely, there's a vibe about the way he eyed you, leaving you exposed despite your clothes still on your body. You got an unclear premonition by this wolfish grin that crept over his lips.
“I'll teach you.” The particular heavy tone sent a cool shiver down your spine. “I show you all the fun shit I can do to you.” Did.. Did I trigger him with the kiss or what? Somehow that concerned you more than anything else.
You kept your hands in front of your chest. “Haha.. Okay..? But you know I, uh..” You averted his glare, sweat running down your neck. “G-Gentle, alright? I'm– I'm inexperienced.” No checking if he registered your plea, his mouth's back on yours.
The kiss overwhelmed you, there's passion that you never knew Unknown could've held within him. Your eyelashes fluttered shut, enjoying the wet feeling of his tongue massaging yours, the unprepared moments he stopped to nibble on your lower lip and the second you're too stunned to suck on the upper one. It's a whole lot, you began to feel drunk, like the first time. You did your best kissing back, learning and trying the things he's doing to you in return. The groan you earned when biting his lip as revenge reminded you of the wet spot between your legs. A painful one, for how long are you leaking now?
A damn hour? Two? You lost track of time. As if hearing your internal crying, your back arched off the bed as he pushed one knee up. The friction of it rubbing against your sensitive spot's what let you surrender to all his touches. You couldn't tell how much force he used until your head's pressed into the bed with your body doing the opposite. The feeling of something wet running down your chin's not the nastiest aspect of it. It's the unholy noises he milked out of your throat only to muffle them into the kiss. The vibration of that was shared whenever he hummed softly, it's mind-numbing.
“Ha..” You tore your head away, gasping the air. Slowly but surely this was making you unable to think. “Fuck, boss–”
“Saeran,” He mumbled the name into your ear, getting a meek moan in response. “My name's Saeran.. Use it.” Well alright then, now he's fine sharing his name with me? You would've complained if his hands wouldn't have felt intoxicating when coming back underneath your shirt, feeling your sides and ribs with these ice fingertips of his.
Your legs lifted by reflex as he rolled his hips against you again, this was going to kill you. Both due to adrenaline and neediness. You went through his hair, tugging to tell him you needed him for more. “Saeran.. please.” That seemed to be stirring a wilder reaction. Not rebelling when he took your shirt to pull it over your head, you let him do as pleased. It felt so right giving up all thoughts and actions to another person. Who would've thought you come to find pleasure in the damning personality of your boss. Of Saeran? Right, his name's Saeran. That's a pretty name, you thought.
A cry didn't get him to go further. “Saeran..” You tried his name again, only to get greeted with a bite to the crook of your neck. “Ngh!!” Your muscles tensed up, yet he pushed back his knee, rubbing the wetness around and that's real messy. You wanted it off.
He could tell. “Wet, princess?” Your hand grabbed a fistful of the sheets, head thrown back because he went harder than before. “I want you to admit it.”
“Fuck— O-Okay.. Yes I am-” He cut you off on purpose, you had no need seeing the smug ass expression on his paper white face. Saeran sucked on different places at your neck, the sound of it a tad too wet for your own good. When he sucked the skin under your jaw, it let you tremble the entire time, moaning out the loudest you had all evening. Unable to take it, you pushed him with shaking arms, seeing how shamelessly he licked his lips.
“Wh... Wha..” You couldn't find out how to express that explosion of pleasure. It made him snicker.
“Found a weak spot, princess. I'm sure you have plenty other to discover.” That ring a bell somewhere. You tried to wiggle out of his grip, about to actually bust if he would do anything like this one more time. However, Saeran held you, full at his mercy as he bit down the same spot to hear you scream in both pain and pleasure. “Ah! Ngh-” You heard fabric rustle until realizing he shoved the jacked off his shoulders.
He kneeled up, dropping the leather beside the bed before placing his index finger back over your mouth. “You know what a featherlight touch can do when acting on instincts, princess?”
No questioning needed as he began to drag the tip, the nail over your neck and down to your collarbone. You couldn't maintain the eye contact, instead you put your arm over them. Just like in the dream. He scratched the bone there for a second, it felt wound by the time he continued running it downward. Your body flinched, twitched and shuddered uncontrollably by nothing but a fingertip dragged across your skin. Truly embarrassing. Saeran stopped when you inhaled at your lower stomach.
“Here?” He chimed the words, the same movement with his nail scratching at the heated skin. You wanted to reach out to make him stop, but he caught your wrist skillfully, keeping it pinned above your head. Then he did it again, laughing at the pathetic “stop” that you gave. “But you like it,” He pointed out the obvious. “Why should I?”
Hot tears threatened to spill out of your eyes soon, you lifted your free hand without thinking to cup his erection through his pants. That's when Saeran also gasped for once. You liked the sound, wanting a lot more of that in the future. “Please..” You begged.
Giving him the best pair of doe-eyes you could muster. “Please Saeran hurry up.. I'm going crazy..” You pressed the hard-on, testing the waters. Proud you saw it made the muscles in his arms give in for a brief second. The look on his face showed he struggling between keeping the torment of teasing going on longer or just giving up and touch you. “I really need you..” You pushed your luck, hand coming up to the back of his head. Pulling him down to whimper into his ear for once. “Please just fuck me already.”
“Lay your head into the pillows.” You did right away, going as fast as your mushy body allowed it. Saeran didn't waste much time as he opened your pants.
“You're so gonna regret pushing my buttons.” It sounded like a guarantee.
You lifted your butt, letting him get rid of the pants. Insecurities came over you once he reached around to open your bra, but Saeran hit his knee hard between your legs it actually hurt a bit. It's distracting enough considering the piece of fabric's gone from your body quicker than you could process. He didn't let you cover up, on the contrary, he managed to pin both your wrist above your head with a single hand. He's not the strongest, nonetheless he succeeded keeping them out of sight. You lost the protests on your tongue when he cupped one of your breasts again, now without any clothing shielding you.
Saeran was as gentle as in your imaginations. He pinched your nipple, only chuckling as you wiggled due to the pain. Your head fell back down at the pillows when he lowered down, taking it into his mouth. The new sensation sent shocks until they reached your toes, making them curl from the pressure. He licked over the hard numb, feeling you wiggle even more. Must've been the reason he bit, otherwise you couldn't explain the sudden harsh treatment. You cried tears because of it, pleading that he won't do it again. Not all evil, he listened and instead sucked. You were really about to lose it.
Could you orgasm before he even put a finger inside you? He's working hard to prove the theory. After an eternity he released your one breast, only to do the same thing all over with the other. You kicked your legs into the bed, this rough foreplay got the best of you. Saeran probably knew since he stopped. Letting you breathe.
The air stayed stuck in your lunges however when he pulled the last piece of fabric off, exposing your body from head to toe. “Hey doll, how about keeping the tears saved for later?” He kissed your forehead in a mocking manner. “You'll need 'em when I fuck your brain out of your head.”
“Sa—” His name switched with a moan; you didn't see he positioned a finger at your entrance. Even he didn't hold back the sound vibrating in his chest. “Holy shit you're dripping wet, what the..” The laugh would've angered you, right now it's having your heart bleed with an emotion unknown though.
He ran his finger up and down, pulling away when you rolled your hips to gain more pleasure. “You want me that bad, hm?” He sat down to his knees and your eyes wandered over his fully covered body. They stopped at the bulge in his pants, apparently Saeran didn't like it as he pushed the tip of his finger in only to gain your attention.
“I told you... I won't give you any satisfaction before you're begging to me.” He smiled at the ragged panting. “Better start now before I change my mind and leave.”
Could you do it without sinking into the ground, the constant rub of his finger killed the rest amount pride, you're going to burn alive unless he'd finally do something about the outgrowing desire. “Fuck..” You almost sobbed, but Saeran didn't stop. “I'm all ears. Or do you really want me to go?”
You shook your head, pinching your eyes close. “No.. Please don't–” He interrupted you immediately. “Then beg, pet.” The nickname broke something inside of you.
“Pl-Please Saeran.. Please touch me– do what- whatever you want with me! Just please.. please, please let me get off..!” You hissed the last words through gritted teeth, unable to give anything else. For a second you're scared that's not enough, but then he pushed a finger inside you. And you couldn't lie, you almost came undone just by that. “Ah–! Fuck...” Having someone else touch you like this was inexplicable, especially these long, slender fingers of the man above you. Who's surely having a blast when you begged like an animal.
You grabbed him by the hair, another kiss that he let you have. He left a little kiss to the corner of your mouth, white, messy hair touching your forehead and tickling slightly. Saeran watched your head shake when curling his finger up. The friction inside without knowing what he's going to do next made your legs twitch in anticipation, whispering little words of encouragement for him to go deeper.
He rubbed his other hand over your cheek, staring holes through your head. Therefore you closed your eyes as your back arched off the bed when trusting against a particular sensitive part. “Looking ravishingly there, princess.” He breathed, if you wouldn't have known better, you'd said he's amazed. “I'll take good care of you, like I promised back then.”
A moan you couldn't hide caused by a second finger stretching you more escaped, it's a dirty feeling since your wetness must've run down his hand. Although he didn't seem bothered it still made you reach out for his wrist. The hacker stopped in his tracks, generous in some twisted sense. At least you're able to catch your breath. “T.. Too much-” But to your misery, Saeran only smiled. “If this is too much already, whatcha gonna do when my cock is inside you, hm?” The boldness chased blush down your shoulders. “Relax. I do all the work for you today~” And just like that, he wasted no time adding a third one.
You tensed your grip as your body shook from the feeling. “God- Fuck..” Saeran's eyes narrowed when your hand flew up to his marked shoulder, digging your nails into the flesh for some reaction. He pumped them in and out much faster than you've ever did. Reaching spots you weren't aware of yet, constantly making you shiver and curse as a result.
Knowing the tension building up in your lower stomach, you pulled him closer with your legs wrapped around his body. “Sae.. I-I'm-”
He nibbled on your earlobe, spreading his fingers further and watching you silently scream. He sounded extremely satisfied by that, hushing your crying. “Shh. I can tell when you tight around my fingers, princess. Save your voice.” So close, you could feel that one of the next trusts would push you over the edge. However, Saeran had chosen to pull away completely, leaving a semi-conscious, desperate fool cold on the mattress of the bed. “Wh- What..? Why?” Your shriek voice complained.
The protest died down in your throat, however. Because Saeran took his shirt over his head after removing the leather jacket which's at least one number too big for him. “Do I need to answer? Your eyes tell me you get it.” Hearing his voice only muffled, your attention dragged from his lightly reddish face down his chest.
The last thing you expected was him undressing right in front of you, considering Saeran wasn't very fond of inspections when it came to his shape. There're scars everywhere and although he mentioned them before, seeing them illuminated by the moon let your heart sink. Too many to count, some seemed pretty old since they're almost his skin color. Others looked fresher, unwanted traces due to this cult's insanity.
So delicate, he could've been the kind to wear dressed and make it work. Pale skin, white shocking hair and then these bright blue eyes. You forgot the arousal for a moment, instead admiring your kidnapper while paying you no mind when taking off his belt next. “You're handsome.” Saeran stopped immediately, giving you an expression between pleased and doubt.
“Am I now.” Hearing it come out detached, you found courage to sit up and let your hand hover above one bigger scar.
Waiting for his permission, the air shifted to something softer. He didn't break eye contact, yet kept his lips in a thin line. “Can I?” The question's wavery and Saeran saw it as an invitation to place your hand to his chest. You flinched but he kept you firm to his surprisingly well-groomed skin. It's smooth underneath your fingertips. Feeling his heart beating was a beauty for itself somehow. “Of all the things we've done tonight, this makes you the happiest? Seriously?”
Caught, you blinked at him. “I just..” You laid back down, hands higher to cover your chest better while you scanned the flowers in the garden. “I just like your body.” A hum's the answer, he then continued taking off the shoes. All you could do's watch as your body started heating up again when coming to his pants.
“Thanks for the compliment, doll.” The teasing tone sent you into deeper embarrassment. “Little lucky too, see?”
You checked his hand disappearing into the pocket of his pants once they're off, and the last thing you expected were a condom. But at this point you're unsure if there's anything that shocked you. “Why are you carrying that around!?” Your screech let Saeran laugh shortly. “To use it would be my guess.” He leaned back over you, watching your eyes waver with need.
He guided your hand down his chest, actually giving you the moment to touch the slight raw skin of his scars. Saeran made no impression of discomfort, you kept your eyes glued to his because of it. Still debating how okay you're with the fact he carried protection around, a small noise slipped through your lips when he put your hand over his boxers. He's hard, you could feel him twitch under the pressure of your palm. Saeran's eyes lidded, an obvious expression of lust that was sexier than it needed to be. You pressed harder.
The way he flinched forward by your touch, almost trusting into your hand made you bite down a moan. Although it's new territory, you certainly loved his face shade deeper in dark red. It suited his hair tips. Saeran groaned in the back of his throat when you tried putting your hand into his underwear, suddenly eager to see if a simple touch could mess him up better. He helped you getting rid of the last piece of fabric between you both, tossing it to the rest on the floor. However, the second you'd tried to look, he grabbed you by the neck and pushed you back against the pillow.
“Sorry princess but you first get to feel before anything else.” You wondered if he's insecure, perhaps. The thought's gone as he plastered another kiss to your neck, sucking the same spot from earlier ever so gently.
You could hear he's putting on the condom himself for which you're a bit grateful considering you're not quite confident how well you'd apply it for the first time. “You really want this?” He asked.
It confused you, thus it made you giggled breathless. When you turned to see his face, he skillfully hid it in the crock of your neck, breathing down your sensitive nerves. The nod must've been too weak because he growled in a low tone. You then sighed out the tension, placing both hands around his arms to give them a light squeeze.
“Yeah.. please.” He kissed your neck again, much slower this time. “I try being slow, m'kay? Can't promise shit though.” You appreciated him for giving it a shot regardless. “It's okay, Saeran.. please go on.”
“Try to focus on your body,” He instructed, kinda sadistic since he also rubbed the head of his cock against your entrance. You frowned by the words, making a questioning sound. Saeran tensed his muscles for a second, like he did when being angry. “Girls usually are in pain the first time.. You need to focus on relaxing and breathing more than giving a damn about the fucking.” He explained in a dead serious manner.
Your eyes widened. “The more tense you are, the more it'll hurt. So keep that in mind.” At a loss for words, you had no chance finding any as he started pushing himself in. Believing his advices, you closed your eyes to pay attention to every vein. It strung, it did burn and hurt the deeper he got inside. You let go of his arms to ball the sheets between your fists, gritting your teeth here and there when it stretched you out. He didn't lie, this wasn't as pleasant as you imagined it would be.
“Fu..” You heard him cuss with a choked voice. “God, you're doing a-amazing, princess.” The praise let your chest swell up, helping to relax into his touch more. “Ah.. R-Really..?”
You're not sure if that's true. Saeran gave you another kiss to the lips, a little distraction from the sensation of his cock burning down your insides. You broke the kiss, grabbing his cheeks in reflex. “S-Stop!” Otherwise you would've started crying. Luckily the man above you obeyed, he stopped his movements and instead panted beside your ear. You could feel his body shiver, not wanting to find out how difficult it must've been coming to a hold like this. With a small whisper, you let him continue. The two times you asked him to take a break, you couldn't stop apologizing.
You'd started to feel bad; he's sweating enough to let you know it's taking lots of self-control listening to your requests. By the third time he snapped. “Stop saying s-sorry..! Just relax.” You pulled him closer afterwards.
With both arms coming around his neck, you went for another, deeper kiss. A broken moan got swallowed by it once Saeran stopped moving on his own. He pulled away slightly, a fainted smile on his pale face. “All in.” At one hand you'd like to die from shame, on the other it's a relief knowing you're able to take him in all the way. It felt indescribable.
“You're so, ha..” He sighed, letting you roll your hips to test and have your body shiver at the overwhelming friction. “You're numbing my mind.”
It sounded like he's not very much there anymore, that's why you knew he's being truthful. You put your legs back around his hips, moaning pathetically when he twitched inside of you. “Move, move..”
Saeran began slowly, you're feeling these ocean eyes inspecting your facial expression when pulling out and pushing back in inch by inch. Other than a few very ridiculous noises on your part, there’s on complain. He chuckled. “Still painful, princess?” In some sense it was, the pain didn't die down completely. But it's bearable and above all, you're too needy to wait any longer. Your legs pulsed, that's how intense the desire grew. “No, please S-Saeran.. hm..!” He trusted forward, fucking over your words on purpose. “Yeah, yeah I'll make you feel real good..” His words made you tight around him.
Saeran's breath cut short. You almost screamed when he went faster and the sound of skin on skin echoed inside your mind. Your nails dug into his back, shoulder or anything you're reaching of him. “Ah! Ha- ah.. Fuck.. fuck!” Even though you tried, the moans were torn from your mouth. Saeran reached spots you didn't know existed, all your senses filled out with his touch and presence.
He put a hand beside your head, the other held your waist in his grasp. “Goddamn it.. You're so fucking tight.” You hummed without realizing the meaning and you came closer already when his cock hit angles that made you see stars. “Ngh..!”
The pain gone, you instinctively met his trust for them to become even quicker, that's the moment tears spilled from the corners of your eyes. “Shit-!” His cussing underneath the heavy breathing's hot, it only made the fire inside your lower stomach harder to handle. Your body shook, all the teasing must've gotten you closer than suspected.
Your nails ran down his back after finding the spot that made you cry out louder, loud enough people who probably passed by could've heard it. “Saeran!! Fuck, fuck Saeran t-there!” He didn't say a word but stayed there to repeat the shot of pleasure all throughout your body. “G-Getting close, princess?”
You nodded desperate. “Ah!!” You slammed your hand over your mouth while his other hand let go of your waist, running your clit instead.
“What was that.. again? Hehe..” It's the edge of unbearable, he's everywhere and all you're thinking about. His touch felt like electricity tasering your skin, his trusts didn't let you catch your breath.
Did something crack?? The Bed? “Oh.. Oh fuck, Sa-..” You couldn't tell when losing yourself to the way Saeran repositioned himself and went the fastest he could, your tears streamed down your face as the almost aggressive speed sent you over the edge. Now he's the one moaning and the sound made you orgasm even harder. “(N), fuck-” Hearing him say your name in need's cute, you kissed his cheek for it.
The fire exploded all at once, numbing your head and leaving your body to become nothing more than a puddle of satisfaction underneath him. That Saeran continued to trust only delayed your peek, having you cry out every time he trusted back in. They started to stutter, his rhythm got uneven as he panted harder and it reminded you of his growling from earlier. “I'm gonna.. shit-..” He pinched an eye close, so you leaned in to mumble into his ear.
“Please, Saeran..” You begged between ragged panting. “Please be good to me.. cum for me, please.”
That's enough. You could feel him twitch before he pushed deeper inside you, a shaky whine of your name's forever craved in your brain now. “Jeez.” His head hung down, white hair brushing your forehead while coming back to himself. As sensitive as your body felt, your back contracted when he pulled out. Somehow it's empty without him. “Ha..”
You blinked, unable to move an inch. Saeran seemed tired too, he laid down beside you after throwing the protection into the little trash of your nightstand. Gross. The trembling found no ease, your arms and legs didn't stop shaking for some reason. You didn't know why; it indeed was overwhelming. The first time you've ever had someone that close, making you fall over the edge that hard. But you didn't think it's that rough for your body. Probably misinterpreted the weight and force of his trusts.
It's slightly sore down your lower area, yet the pain's adding only warm satisfaction. “God..” The tears spilling also found no peace to slowly vanish. It's like you're put under shock.
“Hey.” Only then you became aware you'd stiffened, Saeran's usually cracked voice's now all broken. It's a lovely sound, if you'd been honest. The hacker put his hand to your cheek, bringing you face to face. And the amount of calm in his features is something you'd never seen on him before.
He bore holes through your eyes. “Was it too much?” Since your mouth's dried out, you shook your head. Saeran took a second and then he let go, much against your hopes. “Okay. It’s normal. You need to recover from that.” A wave of panic crashed into your heart as he sat up to collect his clothes from the ground. Wouldn't he stay? Or help you stop shaking? You really didn't like the idea of him leaving the room right now. “D.. Do you have to go..?” Starting subtle, you prayed he'll hear your pouting. But Saeran pulled his shirt over his head.
“Yeah? I'm busy, you should know.” His voice didn't give away anything in particular. You pulled the blanket over your sweaty body, trying to come up with an excuse on the spot. Of course, Saeran wasn't the most affectionate person out there. Neither into softness towards another. This however, it made you feel like you're not very much of interest after all. Did you read it wrong? Was this a one-night stand and you didn't recognize the signs?
Why was it making you feel used now? Saeran wasn't the type for stable romance, was he? He'd never said it's going beyond simple desire, it's surely your fault for setting expectations for which you should've known better. So much better.
“I know but..” You chewed on your lower lip, not wanting to cry. “I'm.. shaking.. I don't know.. how to stop it.” Another lame excuse to try pressuring your luck.
This wasn't his first time, you suddenly remembered. Who knew how often he went behind your back smoothly to meet up other Believers? Could that be a thing? Is that why he carried around protection? Were you the fool at the end of the day? “Your body just got fucked over. After a while it'll pass.”
You curled up into yourself, taking the sheets between your teeth to ensure no sob left without permission. This was an experience you couldn't ever have again; you gave it up to him. Would he truly brush it over now? You wanted to sink into the ground and never come back. What were you thinking? That he'll go through a magic change from uncaring to some cheesy romantic? You turned around, staring back out to the flowers who were rushing along the direction of the night air. Hoping he's leaving soon.
It's painful hiding the sobs in the blanket of the bed, you longed for loneliness in order to properly get these heartbreaking emotions out. “Get your clothes back on.”
His words tore you from the misery, looking back in disbelief. Saeran stood all dressed across the bed, he then lifted an eyebrow at your tears. “Do you really think I'm that kind of asshole? Damn, thanks.” He rolled his eyes.
You sat up, tugging the blanket over your body. Now that the arousal left, you're quite embarrassed about your naked state.
“What.. What do you mean?” Saeran just pointed to the clothes on the floor. “Just do it.”
You slowly put on piece after piece, not the easiest task when you're that exhausted and owning bones made out of jelly. After a good while, you're dressed again. Saeran came around, ignoring your curious doe-eyes to pick you up from the bed. A silent squeak left you, suddenly your body's not shaking anymore. Wordless he kicked the door of the room open and ignored the guy that made no effort of holding back a judging gaze. You blushed; one hand placed on his chest with your head on his shoulder.
“What are you doing..?” You're scared for some reason; yet it's liberating when realizing he only wanted to reach his office. “Saeran..?”
He typed the code in a patient you haven't seen of him until now. Greeted by the familiar computer screens and fresh detergent smell, he let himself fall down onto the chair slowly. In conclusion of that, you sat down at his lap, speechless that he'd carried you all the way down into the office in braid style.
Saeran cracked his fingers before turning on the computers. You used the silence to sneak a peek at his face. It's wrinkle free, also a rare thing for the hacker. He looked calm, it's fascinating in a different way, one you'd like to explore in the future. “I told you to sleep out the shock.” The reminder had you self-conscious.
You pressed your cheek back to his warm chest, like it's fated a yawn filled the air. Saeran immediately went to work by dragging code over the screen and typing away whatever number he required next for his hacking to function. You closed your eyes, cuddling more into him as a tired smile crept over your lips. “Goodnight Saeran..”
The hacker never answered and it didn't take long for you to drift into the land of dreams. As your chest's falling evenly, Saeran hesitantly put one arm around your waist, loose to not disturb whatever's going on in your mind. He sighed deep, taking a second to watch the part of your face he's able to make out from that angle. Feeling his cheeks becoming a soft red again. “You're so insane...” He shook his head in amusement, finishing the work he'd been told to get done within the next twenty-four hours. Yet the smile stayed and for the first time in his life, he could tell it's a real one.