@✾ ⋰ jiwoong k. it was too much, the hatered swimming inside the gold and brown swirls of his eyes. yet amberly still couldn't push herself to look away from his reflection. that was her punshiment, grim reaper suddenly taking an identity of her ex-lover, coming to collect her scarred soul. she tried so hard to be a perfect girlfriend for him, god knew she did. but she saw the way the other /much better/ women looked at him with their perfect charming smiles, luscious hair and most importantly, the sheer kindness behind their eyes. she saw in them what she could never see while looking at the mirror. it hurt, it ached, it was absolutely abysmal. a wild beast tearing its way through her chest, ripping the flesh with sharp claws, sheer raw strength breaking her ribcage until her hopeful heart was exposed and barren of its cogency. and that was when jealousy and apprehension came - both feelings so dreadful, repulsive, pecking and jabbing at her sores and wounds like starved vultures until she completely broke apart from the constant pain. it was the very begining of her demise, anxiety driven heart optting for obssession, stalking, manipulation, control. functioning through incessant fear of abandoment wasn't easy, and amberly was the living proof of the damages it caused. with her brain stripped of its power to access right from wrong. she knew she couldn't give him what he deserved and it was killing her. each day by his side a painful reminder that she just wasn't good enough and that she'll never be. each day she fell apart, more and more, until she became nothing but skin and bones, a skeleton - not hidden in the closet, but right in the next room - breathing bones rattling and slowly turning into dust... but not before his eyes, those beautiful eyes, so brown, so dark, so sad. it was a stuggle for life, a battle already lost eons before their time.
and just like that, once again, she was that little girl with big dreamy eyes, thin fragile arms reaching up towards the sky, silently pleading for someone, anyone, to save her from downing within the sorrowness that made up her entire tiny being. instead she was greeted by the rage blooming bright within her mother, and irrational fear rooted so deeply within her father. she could almost feel it. the rough bristles of a hairbrush scraping across her scalp, over and over again until she bled, sensitive skin raw and hurting, strands of long raven hair ripped in such barbaric ways that her brain swelled with uttered profanities, insults, hurtful promises of nothing but downright terror. she could almost taste it. an endless steam of aplogies spewing from her father's mouth as his massive hands wrapped themselves around her brittle neck, squeezing around her windpipes, regretfully stealing her oxygen and panicked cries until her vision blackened around the corners and she passed out beneath the crushing weight of his fingers. maybe just maybe, if she was too push him just enough, to push him off the tip of an iceberg, jiwoong could finish her what her father started and bring her the salvation she so much yearned for.
a painful realization sat heavy at her chest. she was a damaged cargo that ruined their chance for true happiness. but she did that for the tears she never cried, for her quivering lips and shaking fingers. for her screams that were lost in the big open sky, more grey than aquamarine. she did that for them, for herself, for him. for their love, laying six feet deep; nothing but quiet and everything but alive.
jiwoong’s words finally reached her ears, at first subtle before growing louder and louder in volume with each syllable that rolled off his tongue until he was boarder line shouting, screaming by her ear - his face morphing in such sinister ways that it almost sent her into panic. she was aware that it was all a product of her imagination, brain playing tricks to push her into deeper spiral. she whimpered, fingers curling around the softness of the pillow for support, his hand merciless on her face. only then she registered the fullness, the sweetest of the sweet agony spreading through her insides with an intent to ruin her for good. a stream of almost inhumane sounds releasing from the depths of her chest, contact of his skin against her scorching one burning her even further. she could do nothing but mindlessly accept the abuse, stuck in a limbo of relentless pain and pleasure, toying with her body like a jokester child playing with a switch, on then off then on again. previous thoughts urging her to be good, to obey, to take anything he gave without a second thought as if she was nothing more than a dumb maiden built only for his darkest most twisted fantasies. the pressure of his long fingers piercing through her velvety walls exquisite, too much and not enough at the same time. she was becoming increasingly aware of the fact that this night was probably going to end with her losing the last speck of her sanity, as she was already completely dazed and floating somewhere in the high sky - yet she couldn't find anything in her but primal need and excitement, a deep, aching, physical need for release in whatever shape or form. “i-… i’m sorry, daddy. umnh… dah-… daddy told me to ask for… for his permission to c-ah… to . i’m sorry daddy for being a dumb . puh-… please forgive me! and… mngh… and please let me . i’ll be a good girl… uhm ahm… i promise!”
@✻ ⋰ amberly y. it was true that jiwoong wasn't certain about a lot of things - other than just a few. the first being, as much as sometimes he hated having to oblige to anyone's requests that walks through his door, this was home to him. secondly, as much as he hated amberly with a dying passion, it was undeniable how addicting she was to him. it was like bumping a line of or hallucinating on lsd, her taste danced atop his tastebuds and drew him back in with each attempt of retraction. he found himself on the hunt for more with the need to see her writhe and come undone within his embrace. he wanted to feel each tremor of her figure, to watch as her tanned flesh was painted a scarlet red beneath the impact of his own hands; it would be an impact so rough that it would ensure to tingle his own palms, creating an itch that could only be resolved with another smack, another beating against the surface of her body. although once focused upon her arse, it became a dance of anticipation where his hands would land next - perhaps her back, the back of her thighs with nails sinking within the flesh and leaving behind a trail of red as gravity pulls down his hands maybe even her cheek would be next? it was unbeknownst to him, whom was so lost within her syrupy folds.
his grip on her thighs were relentless and he makes absolutely no effort to stop the movement of amberly's hips, the movement so fluid against his visage and coating it with sweetened nectarine. jiwoong, would let her have this, get so lost in her own pleasure that she would soon crumble, because he thoroughly enjoyed it. not only did it get him off to see women and men find pleasure so simply from his tongue, but even more so when they took the power within their own hands to race to euphoria. his tongue was flattened to ensure of stability and consistency along the rocking of her hips, and his eyes shift to glimpse at her reflection in the mirror. there was a faint ache apparent in his heart, because in this moment, he realizes that this is a woman that he once loved and gave everything to, and this was the woman that changed everything for him.
his friends and family would have chalked it up to his obsession of ography and itself if they were to ever discover that he was still alive, and here, out of all places. in reality. it was everything that happened with amberly that got him here in the first place. upon discovering who she really was, and how he had really connected with her - a cruel scheme of her own to trap him into "forever" - he had stumbled into the lounge with a freshly broken heart and undying naivety. he hadn't attempted to leave since those many years ago. god, he had so many things to be angry to her about, and she had nothing. and yet, she entered his private space and premises with blame, and fault ready to be settled upon his shoulders. suddenly, the ache transforms into pain and then anger once again, setting his blood and skin aflame as it throbs between his own thighs.
"what a bad girl, gave you simple instructions, didn't i?" jiwoong coos after watching her reflection come undone without his permission. he'd found upon his knees behind her, the tips of his fingers collecting her moisture before allowing two of his fingers to sink within her tight cavern with an accompanying hum. all the while his upper half leans forward, roughly gripping at her chin and holding her jaw open as he looks at her reflection. his fingers begin to in her relentlessly, eyes pouring into her own through the mirror as he chews at the lobe of her ear. “what did i say, hm? i told you to ask for permission, didn't i? tell me what you were supposed to ask of your ing daddy." his palm on her jaw releases it to roughly tap against her newly swollen cheek as he releases a faint yet sarchastic-like chuckle at the sight of her, so submissive now beneath his much larger figure. "go on, say it. beg for me to let you , princess.”
@✾ ⋰ jiwoong k. it hunt her down, brief clips and snippets from their relationship playing tricks on her already hazed mind. it would have been funny if it had not fed into her delusions. for a brief moment, amberly actually thought that what they were doing was good, healthy even - an opportunity for a proper closure they both much needed. she couldn't use her words so her body was the next best option on the list. he would use her, abuse her but at least both of them would get their catharsis.
she had nothing to lose anyway, her heart was already ripped and thrown away for good.
the brunette looked at his approaching figure over her shoulder, ossified, as though by medusa’s spell, as she took in the perfect shape of his muscles, all their ridges and their carved delineations. the golden pendant adorened with one simple pearl on his chest seemed to drip its melted gold down the swells of his pectorals and glow all across his bare skin. his shoulders - twin mountain peaks whittled to perfection, shifted before her lust heavy eyes as he tossed his shirt away as well. with his torso fully bared, her whole sanity flowed down the faint path of hairs of his happy trail. if he didn’t lean down and ran his hands down her curves and spoke to her, she would lay there rigid staring at him for-ing-ever.
avoiding the rush of humiliation that swarmed her being that came from within the degradation behind his words, she adverted her gaze, only then taking a notice of the mirror standing proudly against the wall by their sides. suddenly his voice went on a mute as she started at the woman in the reflection, barely recognising her. she prompted herself onto her elbows, taking in the image of the ruined goods - raven hair absolutely dishevel, flushed cheeks coated with thick streams of black ink, pinkish tint of her gloss now smeared around the juicy seams of her lips, the swells of her s bunching over the cups of black lace, poorly hidden by the shredded fabric of her expensive cropped button up. how did she become this… thing? she went from a sophisticated, posh woman to this ragged doll, like a toy overly played with by an enthusiastic child. at first she thought that she must have been hallucinating, that couldn’t be the truth. they barely even started, how was it possible that she was already this effected by him?
then she was met with his chocolate browns, which were crowded out by his enlarged pupils. he seemed just as high as she was earlier – intoxicated on her and her . and just like that, she was engulfed by the wild ripples, strong and persistent with their intention of pulling her helpless body in the sea of inevitable pleasure. it felt like a scene from some cheap adult movie; her eyes rimmed with fresh tears, swollen mouth falling agape, forming around a plethora of ographic moans and whines, his mouth so hungry, so greedy, obscene sounds of his tongue lapping against her wetness bouncing on the walls. it turned her on to the point of no turning, the image forever printed at the back of her skull.
amberly was grateful to him in that moment, so grateful - for that skilled tongue of his that danced along her sensitive lips, teasing out the hail of wounded cries. she was grateful for his fingers that had re-learned her anatomy so quickly and were applying just the right amount of pressure and stimulation to the thick swell of her arse and thighs, so that her overthinking mind soon overcame the hurdle of confusion and began ing into her pure pleasure. the last remains of control slipped from her fragile hold, once again ignoring the possible consequences of her own actions as her hips moved on their own accord. before she even realised what she was doing, she was full on grinding her against his mouth. she fell back down against the mattress, hands finding a refugee in punching the pillow, hips flexing downwards so his prominent chin was nudging that specific tiny ridge of nerves. those amazingly supple lips latched around her and she felt her eyes roll back in the sweetest agony. his heavy breaths muffled against her core as she rubbed over him, enjoying the tightening in her pelvis, ball of heat growing tight and hotter with each swivel of her body. “f- daddy. y-your mouth... ah ahn ah... so f-fu- ing good.” soon enough the older became shameless, recklessly riding his eager mouth into oblivion, syrupy liquid flowing down her taunt folds and slit, coating his tall nose and chin in a nectarine layer of slick.
@✻ ⋰ amberly y. everything that came into jiwoong’s line of sight was stained a deep red, a color encouraged by the fury, anger, pain and fear that had come together within.
to be quite honest, the mixture of emotions that he was currently feelings wasn't the best mix. he wasn't listening to his heart and instead followed the direction of both his mind and - it's a man thing - but also a defense mechanism. his heart and amberly did not belong in the same sentence together, not even in the same room. but here, he had too much to lose. this lounge wasn't just a place where he only found pleasure, but his closest friends were here. his family was here. this was his home now, and it wasn't worth turning her away to risk losing any of it. he would rather her, damage her and ruin her entirely than to allow his heart to be damaged once more by her. he wouldn't allow her to hurt him again.
jiwoong was genuinely surprised at the satisfaction that resulted from her racy begging and quivering figure yet bit back the moan threatening to slip through his own swollen tiers that pressed against the nape of her neck. he didn't want her to know that his body craved her, how it would satisfy him to fill her completely and force her to take all of him. he didn't want her to know that the movement of her hips internally flicked a switch within him, and how suddenly, he wished to drown within her wetness. it was incredible how much power amberky held over his body, power that he would never admit to her. blame it on the pill, he would, the very one he popped before opening the door to this beautiful nightmare of a woman. his body almost felt halved as she parted from him, stumbling forward until finding posture that encouraged her exposure to him upon his mattress.
his first thought was to punish her for daring to do what she wanted, and he would, but not before indulging into the sweet treat that she made up. "that wasn't very good of you." he coos, removing what was left of his clothing within the duration of the short journey to his bed. "but I won't punish you for it yet." he murmurs, running his hands over her hips and down over the firm muscles that made up her . his right hand retracts and lands firmly on the exposed flesh and leaves a red print of his hand on the flesh directly under impact. "hm, what to do with you? amberly, amberly, amberly.” he tuts with a few clicks of his tongue and a few shakes of his head, side to side. his fingers massage the flesh as he kneels upon the mattress. he could see through the dampened , and god, was he eager to her clean.
encouraging the depth of the arch in her back, jiwoong swipes the tip of his tongue between his tiers before leaning forward to litter an unknown amount of kisses and bites to the flesh of the mounds that make up her bottom, fingers gripping at the flesh and massaging it. he almost nuzzles into it, breathing in her scent. "still such a pretty , and all mine, isn't that right? now - don't you even think about summing until you ask my permission. do you understand?" shifting his hand to hook a finger beneath the string on the back of the thong, he pulls it up to encourage the piece of underwear to pull tight. between her lips. god, how delicious she looked. leaning forward, the tip of his tongue follows the path of the underwear between her lips, emitting a low yet delighted hum in response to the taste that overflows into his mouth. there was a brief time period after he'd found out about amberly and what she had done, how everything had been planned out, where he questioned leaving her this was one of them -her taste was incredibly addicting and it was hard to have enough of it. how sweet it was dancing upon his tongue, even making him wish that he could be suffocated by her entirety.
his hands replicate this, pressing flat against her cheeks to further bury his face into her. the tip of his tongue dances upon her clothed before the piece of cloth is tugged to the side to reveal it to his tongue completely. the muscle expertly flicks against it, lips occasionally upon the delicate flesh before returning his tongue to it. he was addicted, drunken by her taste alone.
@✾ ⋰ jiwoong k. amberly was distracted. unbeknownst to jiwoong, she was fighting a vicious battle deep within her being. somewhere along either his words or touches or maybe both, her heart got triggered, waking up from its deep slumber and ready to cause a havoc. while other people considered their brains to be the rational 'one' it was quite opposite when it came to amberly.
her heart was pure, always wanting what was best for her, whispering tender tales and promises of actual love and care in one ear whilst her brain rubbed its hands together like the most ferocious villan, manipulating, conspiring against her, chanting a venomous spell in her other ear.
with each pump she could hear her heart screaming, begging her not to allow him have his ways after all the trauma it carried after abandonment, to run away and never look back, that their encounter won't do any good for her already ruined mental state. she actually wanted to put it into consideration, but it was hard, she felt like she had no more strength left in her body to put up a good fight. it was just so much easier to cave in, let go. it felt almost repulsive to admit to herself that she was still addicted to him.
right then and there she realized her heart could never win a fight. at least not when it came to him.
and just like that, a switch flipped inside of her, placing her soul on mute. only then she was aware of his doings, eyes following the movements of his nimble finger, breath hitching inside of , watching the way her bare chest flatter up and down with newfound sensations. she welcomed it with a moan, succumbing to his touch as her quivering figure melted into the solid support of his chest. arching more and more until her was grinding against his , shamelessly whining at the lost of his digit. "daddy, please..." her lips ghosted along his ear as she allowed her head to fall atop of his shoulder. " me hard, harder than ever." voluptuous hips swayed from side to side, one arm wrapped around his neck, delicate fingers tugging at the short hairs at the back of his nape, nails grazing along the milky soft skin. "i've missed you daddy, missed your . my was made for it." other hand wrapped its way around his wrist once again, keeping him inside her , the thought of being punished for doing so without his permission wrecking a shudder up her spine.
jiwoong's ways were cruel but they had lust building up her belly, shooting arousal down between her legs and making fresh wetness pool between her folds in a way that she just knew, that his touch will be heavenly.
and yet, impatience taking over, she pulled away with a mewl in a desperate attempt for any sort of attention - for him to just ing touch her properly - she stumbled towards bed and scrambled to her knees, stretching out on the mattress and pressing her body flat onto it, high in the air. she knew that he'll see it: absolutely sopping wet , glistening in the dim light, hole clenching desperately around nothing. amberly felt exposed and at his mercy alone, and the degradation and danger of being unarmed like this in the presence of a man who despised her with his whole being, had her heart racing, thighs rubbing together for any sort of ing friction.
"nobody can make me like you do, daddy. your is the best i've ever had. so please... i'll be so good for you. i need... y-you... to me so hard, over and over again until the only thing i know is your name. i don't want anyone else but you, daddy."
@✾ ⋰ kai h. to be honest, jiwoong's question was clearly rhetorical as it was spoken and he had a hopeful idea of what to expect. though, he wasn't always correct in his assumptions. after all, he was only human. he would be lucky to be correct in this circumstance, and before he could ponder on the fact any longer, a faint groan emits from the depths of his chest and faintly echos in the acoustics of the bathroom. his muscles relax as the tension is rubbed away from them and the majority of his weight begins to lean against kai's front. it took much restraint for him to not reach back and take him into his hand, to have his way. for a moment, jiwoong would allow for himself to be pampered. the water falls from above just as it did from a february sky, landing on and around the two bodies. the pumping of his protege's hand earns a series of grunts and groans from his tiers and a head falling back upon the taller's shoulder. "... you're so good baby, you know exactly how to make me feel good." jiwoong praises, rolling his hips forward once experimentally before placing a palm against the side of kai's thigh, slowly elevating it until it was behind him, fingers encircling around the base of his own hardening shaft. "'so good, baby,"
@✻ ⋰ amberly y. jiwoong's eyes soak in the image before him - a woman who he used to love, who one day he may have considered to be his future wife, wobbling on her feet with usual tanned flesh now a ghostly pale. her makeup, usually perfectly set, is now smeared around swollen lips and beneath teary eyes. he'd never seen her like this nor treated her like this during such occasions of "making love" during their relationship, although they had begun to experiment kinkier aspects towards the end of the relationship. it had never gotten this far, despite the knowledge of his very own preferences. he would always think to himself, how pretty would she look with my hands around ? and yet never imagined he would cut off any and all opportunity of breathing with a pinch of two fingers and his down .
bemusement tickles his visage, yet bitterly, and he shakes his head with a few clicks of his tongue. the hand that previously pressed so tightly around elevates to nudge her hair out of her face with a coo. "how pathetic," his fingers pat her cheek roughly, only to then grip at her chin to steady her head. "you want daddy to touch you, is that right?" his own flesh is covered with goosebumps beneath amberly's hands that dance up and down the expanse of his back and around to the front of his chest. his body remembered, regardless of what his mind thought, how good it felt to have her attention, to feel her touch. and the thought of how wrong it was merely shook jiwoong to his core.
"hm, i'm going to need a little bit more than that, sweetheart."
with both hand falling upon her hips, he turns her around so that her back is flush against his chest and pulls her clothed body against his partially one. "i want you to beg for me." his face is now hidden in her hair, fingers curling around the collar of her shirt to then roughly rip the fabric apart to expose her bra, to which he also roughly tugs down the upper half of the bra to free her perfectly plump s from the restraint of it. both hands slap the fleshy mounds before massaging them within his palms.
a pleased hum rumbles from his chest, lips ghosting along the nape of amberly's neck. his right hand lowers with the tips of his fingers ghosting over her abdomen and over her skirt, shich rides up her hips. they slip into her , yet avoid contact with her nether lips. "i want you to tell me how badly you want me to you, and all of the things you want. tell me how much you've missed my inside of you, how i'm the best you've ever had. tell me all of this," one finger dips into the wetness, giving her a teasing nudge, before removing it all together. "and maybe i'll consider giving it to you, baby girl."
@✾ ⋰ jiwoong k. the refreshing sensation of water raining down upon his skin felt almost as heavenly as the warmth radiating off jiwoong's chest once they're pressed up against each other so close. both hands couldn't wait to run along the older's sides and enjoy every curve from his beautiful waistline, over his hips, and teasingly squeezing such a perfect round that felt it was made to be within kai's eager palms. yet his touches are fleeting when he moves to find the body soap, lathering it up into cloudy soft bubbles so he could begin massaging into jiwoong's tense muscles. rubbing his shoulders in hopes he could help the other relax before having to go meet a client, smiling from ear to ear. "why don't i show you then, mein herz?" careful hands scrubbed in slow circular motions as kai turned to stand right behind, his thick growing shaft pushing against the other's backside. soft touch trailed his spine and slithered around defined abs until dragging across sharp V lines. finally kai wrapped his long fingers around his twitching just enough to create light pressure as he tugged up and down along the length, whispering into the shell of his ear, "just like this. am i doing well, daddy?"
@✾ ⋰ jiwoong k. it was pathetic, sad even, that amberly only felt somewhat alive at such low moments; on her knees, drunk, tears welling up in her eyes, taking all of the 'abuse' thrown at her way. partially she blamed jiwoong for it. all of the progress she made during the therapy flying out of the window once he abandoned her. she could vividly recall that day - barging into the therapist's office in blinding rage, screaming at him, calling him a ing liar for making her believe that things are going to get better, stabbing the poor man's his hand with his own fountainpen. for the next two months they forced her through mental health treatment, her publisher and pr manger successfully bribing the therapist into pulling out of the lawsuit. it caused her to spiral worse than ever. on the day of her release she promised herself not to care for anyone ever again.
despite the nature of his sweet words and praise he was filthily pushing himself back down , this time with more purpose and intensity and she could feel it, her jaw ached and she swore she was making a mess of the floor now too with how wet she was. at that point, she stopped being a very active participant in their sinful act, letting the dominant use as he wished to. all she could do was helplessly scratch at his thighs as she fought for air, spluttering around his , both eyes twitching and he could literally see her pulse speeding up, aorta pressing thickly against her neck, pumping from the lack of oxygen. mascara pooling beneath her eyes, lips swollen and red and chin wet with a mixture of spit and his precum. she felt utterly used and dirty, brought to such a low position, toyed with like she was a instead of him. she absolutely loved it. it was a relief to be able to let go, without anyone there to tell her what she should and shouldn't be doing as a lady, and instead just let someone use her as they see fit. to not make any decisions and just be at their mercy.
by the time he finally let go off her, she's on the werge of passing out, falling lower on the ground barely supporting the weight of her chest with shaking arms. she coughed, short wheezes escaping her lungs as she greedily in the much needed air, tears steaming down her redden splotchy cheeks like waterfalls. it took her a good minute or so to calm down, mind still foggy but sane enough to register jiwoong's commands. scrambling to her feet as fast as she could using his strong legs as leverage yet still stumbling into his chest as she wobbled in heels.
once she finally looked him, her eyes were wide brimming with fresh set of tears, pupilis blown out so much that she seemed intoxciated. looking so fragile, pliant and docile under his lead. her hands clutched around the strong curves of his broad shoulders, unable to control her sniffles. there's an urge to touch, feel and inhale the younger's very being simmering underneath the surface of his ivory skin - an urge akin to desperation as she drank in his almost celestial glow. her hands were now more insistent than her words, ghosting down his gorgeous stature to explore the soft skin of his taut back and chest, eliciting small mewls and moans at the feeling of heated, lean muscles beneath her fingertips.
"d-daddy... just touch me, please. i need it... i need you so badly. please."
@✻ ⋰ amberly y. within the years that had passed since the two had broken up, eventually, jiwoong had finally gotten to the point of moving on. not only was he working with clients to take his mind off of reality throughout the day, but he'd been generally improving. he'd found a routine, began exercising more and eating better. there had been self improvement, which lead to internal healing and growing from his past. finally, he reached a point where he wouldn't wake up and think about everything that had happened between them. actually, he would sometimes go days, weeks - even months - forgetting that she even existed. there was no part of her that he had missed, not one single bit. perhaps before he started working here, he could think of a few things, but this job exposed him to men and women that were just as good in bed as she was.
or.... so he thought.
the moment the fullness of amberly's lips made contact with his manhood, his eyes immediately slipped shut, rolling to the back of his head with his jaw falling slack. she may be insane and the only person that he genuinely hated, but that mouth certainly had a talent for pleasing. he opens his eyes, eager to watch her obey him. it was strange, being on this end of the stick, because they have had plenty of times where he had taken the role of domination, and yet, he never really felt like he fit the role until now. right now, he was in control. /she/ was listening to him and he actually had a plan in the case that she wouldn't: use force and make her listen to him. just like she had done in the past, mentally, to him. except this wouldn't be mental, no, it would be physical. and she would like it, because she should be institutionalized for how crazy she was.
"," jiwoong groans as he's welcomed into the the warm cavern of . he releases her hair to raise both of his hands to begin ing his shirt one button at a time, quickly doing so to remove the fabric from shielding his body to the world. he tosses the shirt to the side, only to sift his right hand through her now slightly unruly strands and finding placement at the back of her head. "good ing girl, i want you to take it all in. show daddy how good you take it." the words are muttered with honey coating his voice, sweet, deep and thick. it's almost ironic how the metaphor fails to mirror his actions.
he's certainly rough with amberly, holding her head in place as he begins to and hips rutting back and forth in a quickened motion. "that's ing it, - look at me. i want to see you ing cry as i your mouth." his free hand can be found placed beneath her chin, holding her jaw in place whilst slowing his hips in order to press as deep as he could into . his head rolls back with another groan but soon is looking down once more, shifting his hand to pinch her nostrils as he's buried inside of , robbing any opportunity of air. he coos, almost masochistically, and remains there before completely releasing her.
"stand up. stand up and tell me exactly what you want."
@✾ ⋰ jiwoong k. this wasn't anything like any of their past '' rendezvous. jiwoong was true to his words; he really was a changed man, both mentally and physically. or to put it crudely, in amber's style - he finally grew some balls. she abso-ing-lutely loved this new side of him. it was one step closer to her craziness, his new and improved twisted ways promising her a night of pleasure and pain she would never be able to forget.
her lungs screamed for oxygen, eyes rolling all the way back into her skull, as the taller greedily stole her breath away with both his hands and lips. yet she still did her very best to be an active member during their passionate lip-lock. teeth painfully clashing, tongues eloping in a battle of heated tango. she couldn't help but moan.
amberly would never confess it out loud but she missed his saccharine taste, the addicting plushiness of his rosy tiers perfectly fitting against the seam of her own. jiwoong always had that effect on her, there was no point in denying that despite of her domineering personality he was the one holding the reins. there was something so special about him that would send her into submission, yet she could never pinpoint what exactly made him hold so much power over her. so when she found herself on her knees, she was more than eager to please and obey. literally purring at his praise.
setting a lazy teasing rhythm, she wrapped her delicate fingers around the thick girth to keep it in place while she showered it with wet sloppy kisses, paying extra attention to the throbbing vein on the side, making sure to press the tip of her swirling muscle right into the flowing slit ever so often, heavily enjoying the aggressive kick of the younger's against her glistening brims before she finally circled them around his heavy rod, immediately going down on him; his delectable taste dominating her hot cavern and she swallowed it down with gusto, her hand starting to move where her tiers aren't glued around the large length, occasionally moving a bit lower to massage his sacks before moving her head up and down to take the man in just a little bit deeper, pressing her glossy lips against the hot skin to at the swollen bulb, teasing out more of delicious flavour.
@✾ ⋰ kai h. jiwoong's grin fades into more of a softened smile as he follows the undressing of his protege, his chin temporarily perched atop of the arm that was still outreached and grasping the shower curtain. his posture straightens only a second later to welcome the younger male into the steaming shower with him; his eyes overlooked his entirety and his twitched in anticipation. there were a lot of things that he was fond of when it came to kai: his accent, the accents each person that he knows is given, and his lips.. that were now pressed against his own for a fleeting moment. jiwoong's eyes are hooded when they flutter back open, tongue slipping through parted tiers to greet the one slyly gliding upon them. "mmm, oh yeah?" he hums, muscles tightening beneath taut skin with water rolling over his shoulders and down his back. he tilts his head downward to peer between them, arms extended as the tips of his fingers ran over both sides of his waistline. he glances up at kai from beneath his lashes, lips ghosting over his once again with a faint whisper following suit. "and what would that be?"
@✻ ⋰ amberly y. logically, jiwoong wouldn't have known how to process the psychopathic smile appearing loud and proud on amberly's visage. any normal woman might have screamed for help or even would have pushed him away or fighting back, hitting and scratching. she was different, she wasn't normal. this was a thrill to her and fed into his obsession of him - it was giving her more to think about, more things to play in her mind and well, he supposed that he couldn't really do anything right in this situation. this was simply full of decisions but not right or wrong ones. there weren't many options that would help him with her, and any 'good' options that were available to him would come with very strong consequences. so, this is what he would resort to.
"you like that, huh?" he scoffs in her face as her grip tightens around his wrist. "of course you ing do." his voice is deep, rumbling from the depths of his chest. his hand takes her advice, tightening more around without his brain's permission. if he needed to be honest with himself, this would have been inevitable in any setting. had she hurt him? yes. had she potentially left a negative mark on his being, and life? absolutely. but she was hot, and had always been a good even if there had been times (more specifically when they met, when he'd been newer to the world of ) that he hadn't been as great. after all, he did learn how to properly orally please a woman from her. it was so different now, how good he was in bed, how much he'd mentally (and physically) grown. how much bigger and better of a man he'd become in comparison to who he used to be.
his hand remains steady on her neck despite the faint ache in his right arm, and a faint grunt could be heard whilst crashing their lips together in a fiery, heated kiss. all the while, his left hand sinks between their bodies to haphazardly un-do his belt. the sounds of the faint clicking is drowned out by the sounds of the hungry kiss shared, and he's ing his slacks and then ping them before lowering his briefs to allow his rock hard bulge to hover in the open space between them. that same hand elevates to slip through amberly's darkened locks not pressed against the wall, only to form a fist against her head with the strands closed within his palm.
"get on your ing knees."
jiwoong doesn't await for her to listen, partially because he feels as though she wouldn't, so he uses the force of his muscles to tug her down by her hair and onto the floor, right in front of his exposed . "good girl," he coos, releasing her neck to then press his fingers into her cheeks to manipulate her jaw to open.
@✾ ⋰ jiwoong k. "anything for mein herz, of course!" the young man chirped back in his natural german accent that reverberated with rolled r's and velvety baritone as deep as the ocean. all it took was his mentor's stunning smile that glowed like sunshine alongside such an irresistible invitation to send kai over the moon with elation. "don't mind if i do~! i could use a wash anyhow. it only helps to share it with such a beautiful man." without a moment's hesitation he began shimmying off every last layer of clothing he had, slowly ing the blouse that loosened up just enough to slip over his broad pale shoulders. bit by bit it all came undone until kai was dragging down the tight boxer briefs that hugged around his hips, exposing his girthy manhood that lightly twitched in anticipation to join in. dark hooded eyes never once broke contact with those other pools of chocolate, only shutting momentarily as he greeted his mentor with a gentle tender kiss. kai then glided the edge of his tongue across jiwoong's plush lips, savoring the saccharine sweet taste before whispering against their kiss, "i think i can give you an even better wake up call than a bit of coffee.."
@✾ ⋰ jiwoong k. "oh please, don't act all high and mighty with me. we both know just how weak and pathetic you are." amberly spat back at him, ready to catch him look away in fear and terror just like he used to at the very ending moments of their relationship when she would openly threw her tantrums. but to her surprise he didn't do it this time. he was maintaining complete eye contact with her. his expression unperturbed. jiwoong's warm liquid browns solidifying into hard glaciers upon seeing the molten hostile look in hers.
"thank god i have enough money to buy this whole place out, you included." with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, she waited to allow him the final chance to say something for himself, something to pacify her. even some feigned words would do, something like: 'i'm really sorry for leaving you behind without any closure' or 'i'm penitent that i saw your life as worthless at first, but i truly believe you're a human being now and that your life deserves at least a little bit of respect.' she knew he couldn't realistically place intangible value on a sociopath's life. but anyways, any of the above statements, however fake, would've been enough to stem her fury in the heat of the moment. yet still, his impassive expression didn't budge. he offered her no sham words of apology. confessed no heartfelt unearthings of respect for her life and dignity. he just stared back at her wordlessly for what it seemed like an enternity (stubbornly refusing to feed into the older's delusions) without a tinge of regret either on his face or his tongue - faux or otherwise. in short, jiwoong told her no jokes.
instead, she found herself body slammed against the conconcrete of the wall. the painful sensation of her head smashing into the rock hard surface, the dull noise it made, that choked sound escaping her as his massive hand came in contact with her neck was too satisfying to be considered normal. ordinary people did not feel this way… did they?
oh well, that could work just as well.
a wide smirk, the one that always dug into that noticeable dips below her cheekbones, split amberly's face in two as she fully focused on his words following the strike. that smile was the perfect image, depiction of how she felt, ing elation about what they were doing. a sinful mind that wanted to hurt and be hurt. break, mark, bite. a tango of unadulterated violence. sickness with no antidote. bruises would bloom from this encounter, muscles would ache, blood might be spilled.
thin digits hugged around his wrist, urging him to squeeze tighter, all while laughing like the madwoman she was, taunting him. masochist inside of her screaming for more - the electrifying waves of pain traveling up and down the length of her spine nowhere near enough to keep her satisfied. "come on, overpower me, do it. i dare you." she croaked throughout short wheezes, pupils dialted with newfound lust. "you know exactly what i want from you. the same thing you want from me." her pelvis was imploding on itself, clenching around nothing, her suddenly soaked with illogical need, desire, necessity to be filled.
@✻ ⋰ amberly y. "shut it for me?" jiwoong repeats with a chuckle, only to shake his head in bemusement. "i would love to see you try. really - go ahead." he continues, continuing to only speak through gritted teeth. his eyes are untamed with dilated pupils filled with complete rage. he never thought of how he would feel and/or act when he would eventually bump into amberly once again, quite frankly, he hoped that they would never run into each other and that he would never have to deal with her again. he hoped that he would never have to face what she had put him through. at the beginning of their relationship, it was exciting and everything felt right. she was beautiful, she listened to him, she knew him better than anyone else. and yet, it was all a plan for hers to have him.
he remembered when he found out, how confused and immediately frightened he was of her and what she may be capable of. it made sense for him to feel scared with her suddenly showing up at his door without notice, because his first thought was, what had she done to track him down? how had she succeeded? but, a part of him believed her when she said she just saw him in the book provided even if there was a high probability it wasn't true. he would never know the truth, simply because jiwoong never believed a word that slipped from . "a waste of money and yet, the longer you're here, the more your bill racks up." he states as a matter of fact. if there's one piece of truth that she did say, that she could get him in trouble. he couldn't risk getting in trouble or losing his job, but even if it wasn't a perfect rating, he was willing to lose some of his compensation at the cost of keeping his pride.
the last thing he would give her was what she really wanted from him: to submit to her, to really get on his knees and plead for mercy. but he wasn't a scared little boy anymore.
in a swift motion, jiwoong turns on his heel to face the nearest wall with an arm swinging up to catch amberly's thin neck within his large palm, forcefully pushing her backwards until she's roughly shoved against the wall. the grip he has on her isn't tight, but enough to constrict some air. "is this a ing game to you, amberly? of course it is, isn't it? it's what it's always been." he hisses, leaning down to level his height with hers and his free arm propped against the wall above them. "now you listen to me, . i'm no longer a little boy that's afraid of you, and if there's anyone that can cause the most physical damage in this room? it's me. do you really think i'm going to get on my knees and beg anything of you? do you really think you hold that kind of power over me? news flash," he temporarily releases his grip, allowing for her neck to straighten from the wall before shoving it back once more and returning his grip to her neck. "you don't. am i understood?"
his body betrayed him within the newly tightened restraints of his black slacks, hips wishing to press into the warmth between her legs, yet he manages to restrain himself. "now, did you really come here to pay me a visit and call me names? or did you come here for another reason? what is it that you really want?"
@✾ ⋰ jiwoong k. by the time jiwoong called her crazy, amberly was already seeing red, hands clutching onto the sheets so tight that her knuckles turned white. the little game of tug of war between her and the fabric keeping her composed just enough not to start breaking things around his room. "shut your ing mouth before i shut it for you." he took low repetitive punches at her ego and pride, the vain narcissist rooted so ing deeply inside of her screaming a bloody murder. she was a sadist who believed that exerting her pious presence would make men weak in the knees and beg for forgiveness. she never did understand the concept that not everyone would fall head over heels for her charms. maybe it just twisted her in a bunch that she couldn't manipulate him the way she did in the past.
amberly was a product of dysfunctional parents; a psychotic mother with abusive tendencies and a weak minded father who was irrationally afraid of his own daughter. living throughout her childhood isolated from the rest of the society, she was raised by constant nightmares and traumatic flashbacks. no one willing to offer a helping hand to a sad, lonely child. so how could people expect her to act and be normal? she didn't know better. towards the end of their relationship, jiwoong wasn't aware, but she started seeking therapy on the weekly basis, popping prescribed drugs day and night. she was determined to get well, for both his and hers sake. but then he left her, without a single goodbye, ruthlessly stepping all over her hopes and dreams. helping them to create a monster that she was today.
"god, you really are a waste of money." she tsked in mockery, shaking her head from side to side before rising up to her feet. pushing her chest forward, she stood tall and proud, his looming height not intimidating her a one bit. the brunette easily maintained their eye-contact, expression stoic as ever. "you should know better than to raise your voice at your client. i'm a paying customer after all. i could easily get you into a trouble if i wanted to." a single corner of her lips twisted into a sinister grin, obsidian pair sparkling with newfound malice as she circled around him like a predator would around its prey.
"you wish for this to end quickly? fine. get down on your knees and beg." her voice was like venom, realeasing toxins straight into his nervous system, wishing to harm enough to break his spirits. "beg for me to go and i'll go. it's simple as that."
@✻ ⋰ amberly y. jiwoong was still so dumbfounded to the point of temporary paralysis. in all honesty, he couldn't find strength within his body to move, not even to shut the door, for a solid two minutes. he does eventually break out of his trance to shut the door where he would typically lock it to allow for his clients' privacy. he doesn't lock it right now, because even with amberly confidently striding into his room, he couldn't help but plea to whatever god there may be above for her to leave without him having to take off any of his clothes, or bring her any pleasure. it's not what she deserved.
it didn't help that the had already begun to kick in, which would have been extremely helpful in the circumstance of a regular client in which they would be most likely making out by now. in this situation, he deeply - /deeply/ - regrets taking the pill. surely, he wouldn't have if he would have known it was her. so, he shifts a bit to tuck his prominent bulge beneath his belt so it remained hidden from her. he didn't want her to think it was because of her that his for once, jiwoong steps into her shoes and her role, following her every movement just as she had done to him over the span of weeks, months even. he watches her cross to the bar, pour herself a drink, welcome herself into a place and a room that he thought of his as his safe place, a gem hidden away from all of the things that he left behind, and hoped to leave behind. including amberly.
his jaw tightens as she steps before him yet his eyes never leave hers, afraid that if he were to put himself in more of a compromising position, she would hurt him or .. who knows what? she's ing crazy! his upper half twitches in response to the tug at the end of his tie, and his expression remains completely neutral even as her hands undeservingly pats his cheek not once, but twice. jiwoong was careful to remain silent as she called him names, spoke down on him, because it was no use defending himself. amberly was so psychotic that truly, not a thing mattered. heartless, she was. he wouldn't put it beneath her to kill a person, which is why he remained still and composed. he was angry, though. seething even, as he takes in the site of her short skirt. her presence reminds him of everything he'd grown to forget, but has never been forgiven.
" you," the male spat between clenched teeth, leading himself to stand before her. "if you consider me a , that's your prerogative. but at least i haven't always been one, and unlike yourself, i don't have to manipulate anyone in order to get them in a relationship with me. i'm not the one shopping around at a ing brothel. and, oh, let me not forget - thank god i'm not ING CRAZY." again, it was no use, because whatever services she did end up wanting from him, he would be required to provide. physically, he was different now. he stands tall at 180cm and weight lifts for about two hours a day in order to keep in shape (but also thanks to the requirements of being an employee at the lounge). he'd grown into his features, his jaw sharper than a knife. and, well - he was quite well endowed, and knew better at everything in the world of .
"what do you want, amberly? i would prefer to get this over with so that you can leave."
@✾ ⋰ jiwoong k. with a roll of her eyes, amberly pushed pass the slightly younger man, addressing him through a crude scoff. "don't flatter yourself, darling. i didn't pay so much money for a membership just to see you. in fact, i didn't even know that you worked here." she took off her cropped blazer jacket, carelessly throwing the vintage chanel piece onto the mattress before beelining straight to the bar; stiletto heels noisily clacking against the marbled floors. "i saw your picture in the pearl catalogue. thought i could pay you a visit, for the old times sake." pouring herself a glass of whiskey on the rocks, she took a small sip followed by a soft moan of satisfaction escaping her glossy brims. "yummy."
soon enough she stood before him, one hand swirling the brownish liqour around the glass while the other ran along the length of his neatly set tie, lightly tugging at the end. "so you became a , huh?" she chuckled, tone dry and empty. "i must say, it's a perfect job for a ass man like you." with that said, she patted his cheek once then twice, patronizing him like a child, then downing the rest of her drink in one go.
"so how does this work? i jump and you say how high?" she leveled him down with a simple raise of perfectly trimmed brow, making herself quite comfortable at the edge of his kingsize bed. resting her upper weight onto her hands, thighs crossed at the knees. her miniskirt already riding up dangerously high. he might have hated her just as much as she hated him, but that didn't change the fact that he had hots for her. he always had. she knew all of his weaknesses like she knew the back of her hand.
she could easily tell that he was beyond nervous, fear evident in his eyes as her presence probably turned his whole world upside down. earth's axis shifted, and nothing was the same anymore. at least not for him. it would be a lie to say that their little incounter didn't affect her as well, she was just a great actress; it was a skill she learned throughout her job. her pr manager paying a fortune just for her to learn basic manners and social etiquette.
as he stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights, she couldn't help but admire his visuals. he grew up into a fine man, looking so posh in his 'uniform'. the last time she saw him, he was much shorter and scrawnier, hair longer and curled at its tips, always sporting a cute smile. his innocence was what attracted her to him in the first place. but now, it was a whole different story. "did you miss me?"
@✻ ⋰ amberly y. the comfortable silence of jiwoon's room was rudely interrupted by the ringer of his work phone, legs crossed and wrists perched atop of his knees in a perfect form for meditational purposes. it wasn't unusual - his workplace wasn't a normal one. his workplace didn't give a single about his privacy, alone time or safety. scrambling off of his place on the floor, he picks up his phone in a swift manner and thanks the hostess for the heads up of his upcoming client who was, unbeknownst to him, ready to shake the stability of his goddamn world, coming to him with a goal of who knows what.
he follows the usual routine to prepare for a client - hops in the shower to rinse off but careful to avoid his hair unless necessary, dries off shortly after, lathers his body in a scent-free lotion before generously applying the most expensive cologne he owned. it had been gifted to him in the past, and was his personal favorite to wear for his clientele. jiwoong prided himself on his good hygiene, with one of his biggest fears being to smell bad for anyone, even himself. he dresses himself in a fresh uniform: black slacks and a white button down shirt with a black tie seamlessly tied around his neck alongside a pair of nice Italian shoes.
the knock from the client didn't necessarily bring any out of the ordinary emotion or excitement to the surface, instead, it was just 'normal' at this point. he walks towards the door, swallowing down a to ensure his ability to please with a sip of his water before he opens the door. he's smiling, opening his mouth to greet the client before — his smile immediately falls and he could feel the color begin to drain from his face, all blood rushing from the crown of his head and hurrying downward (he partially had the to thank for this). to be honest, this was a moment that jiwoong hated his workplace, hated his job and genuinely felt afraid and concerned for his safety. standing before him was his ex-stalker and ex-girlfriend (heavy emphasis on "stalker") and his heart thrums a quickened rhythm in a not-so-good way. he's tempted to shut the door on her, break the rules and decline all services to her, but he's suffered the consequences before and he won't do that on her behalf.
"you.... how did you find me? what are you doing here?" all of these were dumb questions that managed to slip out of his tiers, because he knew all of the answers. she's an expert a what she does, and deep down perhaps he knew this day would come. his jaw tightens in disapproval, and he goes against every belief and fear within him by stepping aside to open the room up to her. "c...come in." she’s beautiful, he wouldn’t deny that, but she’s ing insane.
@✾ ⋰ jiwoong k. it has been more than seven years since the last time she's seen his face, but the rage and betreyal she felt upon his sudden absence were still highly present, obnoxiously poking her guts. she could feel the scorching heat spreading through her veins, enveloping her lungs and burning at very seem of . the more she started at those familar deep brown eyes the more hatred she felt, brain operating hundred miles per hour to plot the perfect revenge. "him. i want him." amberly spat through gritted teeth, not even bothering to acknowledge the curious look she got from the hostess, instead she found herself ushering the poor girl to give him a call and let him know that he'll be meeting a new client very soon.
emery. his alias echoed through her mind like a broken record as she strutted her way down the corridor. the memories of their days flooded her like a tsunami, violent waves and tides taking her hostage. something peculiar pulled at her heartstrings, sending her whole operating system into a frenzy. other (normal) people would recognize that feeling as hurt, but no, not her. she wasn't built like everybody else, her shattered brain forever refusing to acknowledge any other emotion but pleasure and anger. though, somewhere deeply hidden inside her dark and twisted psyche, amberly was aware of the fact that she actually used to care for him. he was the only man alive that could make her feel something, anything yet she would rather perish for good than admit that out loud. the day he left her the last remaining spec of her sanity died.
the brunette stood in front of his door for a good minute or so before finally knocking her knuckles against the wooden surface. usually she would just barge in without a hint of shame, no respect for anyone's privacy, demaning service left and right as if it was her birth right to do so. but not this time. this time she wanted him to suffer, eat himself alive, dig his own grave once he opens the door and sees her standing there, looking better than ever. amberly might've been insane, but no one could ever deny that she was drop dead gorgeous. from her stunning visuals to her aristocratic poise and impeccable fashion style. she was a picture perfect, her portrait belonging on museum walls. "open up, motherer."
@✾ ⋰ kai h. it was quite an early start to the day, earlier than jiwoong would have normally planned, but I’m about an hour and a half, he will be occupied with a client within the very vicinity of his bedroom. he preferred to appear, and feel, awake and well rested. so one could only imagine the disappointment that he had when his coffee machine stopped working on him. but thank god for kai, because he swore the minute he heard their secret knock, the minute his nostrils recognized the sweet smell of the caffeine. extending both arms out, jiwoong grasps at the shower curtain to pull to his chest with his head poking out, water droplets slipping down the length of his tresses and onto the floor. “hey you, thank you so much.” he grins, dimply. “not unless you’d like to get in with me?”
@✾ ⋰ jiwoong k. as requested, kai quickly prepared a little breakfast time pick–me–up for his beloved mentor and carefully held the items in his arms while creaking the door to jiwoong's room open. no one was in sight, only the sounds of water hitting the shower floor from the bathroom. the older must have already hopped into the shower, so kai made sure to speak up clearly. "mein bärchen, it's me~!" kai's rich velvety baritone sang out loud with glee as he shut the door behind him and set down the treats upon a nearby table. when there was no immediate response however he was quick to peek his head past the cracked open bathroom door and gave their familiar special knock upon the wall to ensure poor jiwoong wouldn't be startled. "hello there handsome! i've brought your coffee and something tasty to eat... do you need any help in the shower while i'm here?"
