@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. it took relentless attempts for taehyung to pay attention to what was being said to him, to not allow words to flow in one ear and out of the other. as pleasure shot up his entirety, he found it hard to translate what was being said to him, and to be frank, some words he just couldn't understand. "...mio dio..." his very own native language rolls off of the tip of his tongue as she innocently looks up at him whilst ironically varnishing her visage with his manhood. his jaw clenches as he waits, all the while growing impatient by the mere second. finally - finally! he wished to exclaim as his length is welcomed into the warmth of her cavern and yet instead his head rolls back to look up into the heavens. he must be in heaven to be allowed to feel so good, and she must be his angel. "god, you're so good," he slews in a groan, and his impatience seems to have crept up on him because his fingers seem to hold her head in place albeit tangled within her hair and his abdomen is taut with hips beginning to rut forward. he's looking at her, too, as he repetitively fills only to empty it a mere second later. " -- you like how i your pretty little mouth?" it's almost a coo as spoken, yet not allowing her a moment to respond as he s forward and lingers within the tightness of . he groans again, gripping tightly at her hair, before pulling back once more.
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. "Punish me?" the words come out more enthused than perhaps he intended, the threatening intonation of his words wholly ignored. Instead, it seemed like she liked it, the smile that curled upon her pretty lips, the lines of her red lipstick were blurred from the kisses they shared, relishing in the thought of punishment. That was, the thought of him being a little rougher, him possibly hurting her even if a little bit, making pleasure rush through her head, eyes weighing heavy with lust. Her gaze remained on him as her smile widened, looking something dangerous and cheeky as she pressed another kiss upon the head of his , keeping pressed against his flesh as she challenged, "Like what, Taehyung? Talk to you like what? I thought I was being your good girl." She batted her lashes, feigning good behavior and innocence although the both of them knew she was anything but, was the corner of her pink lips not pressed against the lighter shade of the tip of his . She kissed it again, then slid it against her lips like she was haphazardly applying lipstick, before patting it against her bottom lip. She was playing with him, waiting for his reaction, for his answer before she did anything further. Yet, at the same time she was impatient. She always was, Taehyung never knew her for being the most patient. He almost always had her begging for him even though they had all the time in the world. And right now, all she wanted was for his to stuff full, to feel him in the back of while she watched him lose control over himself. So she did just that, taking him in until her lips hit his groin and the head of his lodged deep in .
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. taehyung couldn't quite put a finger on what she said that had ignited something in him, something so strong and passionate and beginning to claw at the surface. he felt mad, angry and the slightest bit annoyed. perhaps it was that she wouldn't listen to him, or maybe he was so angry because the sobriquet could have so easily been used on a number of men that would come by just to hear it roll off of her tongue. he would know, as he had been one of those men before. but, to his knowledge, there weren't many 'taehyung's' and not one that he had bumped into here, in the past. "i don't want you to call me that right now." his words are a mere whisper, slipping through swollen tiers softer than he'd wished for them to. it was true, he had spoiled her on many occasions but what did it really mean? what did it mean to her, for him to be more than a client? his eyebrows furrow whilst he reaches a hand down to nudge through the silky strands that frame her face, only to collect between his fingers. he releases a shaky breath as pleasure begins to decorate his facade. "keep talking like that," he mutters, giving the locks a squeeze. "and i'll have to punish you." any other time he may have found this talk y, hell, he would even partake in it. however, he knows that she believes it all to be true, and that's what he didn't like about it this round - at this moment.
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. "I want to call you that," she argued. As she spoke, she did not break away from his gaze, while her hand remained around him, sliding towards the head of his to rub at the moisture that gathered at the very tip. "Taehyung. Daddy. Can't I call you both? I want to call you both." Instead of telling him what she chose between the two options he graciously presented to her, she pressed a kiss to his lips then pulled away, relinquishing her hold around his . But only for a moment, in favor on lowering herself onto her hands and knees. She did not waste time, either, shifting only once until she was comfortable in the position she put herself in before wrapping her dainty, perfectly-manicured fingers around him again, whilst she leaned in to press a playful little kiss at the very tip of his , eyes directed up at his handsome face. "I want to call you daddy because you're my dominant," she continued, stroking his with a firm grip and an even pace. "Taehyung because we both know you're more than just my client, at this point. You spoil me rotten. You do things clients shouldn't do for their . But that's what I am, aren't I?" She leaned down to a clean, straight line from the base of his , throughout the length of it. She sealed it with a little swirl around its pretty, pink head. "/Your/ . Will always be your for as long as you want to keep me. Isn't that right, daddy?"
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. "more than you could ever know." quick in his response, a shaky breath immediately fans against the lips that smile against his own. it takes everything for taehyung to not rut his hips into her palm or to throw her back against the mattress and have his way with her. no, that's not how this would go, because tonight was much more different than all of the other nights that he has visited. tonight, he recognizes that what was being felt for the woman now touching him was more than attraction, more than tension when there was a longer waiting period for them to act upon their attraction to each other. it was much, much more. he relishes within her compliments as his head tilts to the side to expose more of the flesh to her lips. admittedly, he wished that he was to her what she was to him. he wanted to be her favorite. he /wanted/ to be hers. "my name," he reminds her breathlessly, only to continue. "it's yours," he whispers with ease, raising a palm to caress her cheek. the pad of his thumb begins to run along her lower lip whilst experimentally rutting his hips forward, despite his own urges to allow her to have her way. his thumb presses upon her lips, as if to encourage her to take it into . "i think i could show you, even better, how this is yours." taehyung tuts with a faint shake of his head, humming once. "or you could show me how beautiful this mouth looks on it. your choice."
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. "How much?" Xiaoting greedily asked against his mouth while grasping his just a little firmer, just the way she knew he liked it. She couldn't help the smile on her lips, because she had almost forgotten how generous his size felt in the palm of her dainty hand. How good he felt right there, because it gave her a preview of what would be inside her in the moments to come. And she was not shy about speaking it into the space between them. The intimacy they shared in their little bubble. "God, I'd forgotten how big you are," she praised, pulling away from his lips in favor of pressing light, kittenish kisses upon his neck. All the while she d the length of his , loving just how hard he was for her. And to think that she was the only one that could have him. She relished in his favoritism, loved that she was the only Pearl he was willing to over and over. He was hers. She wanted to believe that, tonight. That no one else existed. Not his boring wife or the other Pearls that were lucky to have him once. Hers. All hers. She hummed, pulling away to look up at him wide-eyed, painting herself as a picture of innocence despite what she did with her hand. She did not stop, stroking him slowly as she demanded, "Tell me it's mine. Tell me your big is mine, daddy."
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. taehyung was so depraved of her touch that it /hurt/ - which would have been a typical excuse that a boy may use to pick up the pace - but in his case it couldn't have been closer to the truth. it was like his blood boiled beneath her touch, each centimeter of his entirety acting as a pulse point even in the thickened air surrounding him. he's far from normal as he kisses her, instead incredibly high and a tad tipsy and thoroughly intoxicated by her whole being. he couldn't have focused on anything else if he'd tried because at this moment in time, they were the only two beings to have graced the earth. in this moment, no one other than himself had laid a hand upon her and her beauty, and no one else had touched him either. he wasn't going through a rocky divorce nor was he being pressured by his parents to be "perfect". it was simply, just them. "god," taehyung moans against her lips in the midst of the zealous lip lock that they shared. his free hand had elevated to perch atop her shoulder to allow the tips of his fingers to sift through the ends of her softened strands, all the while the tip of his tongue runs along her lower lip before he collects it between his teeth in a gentle tug. "god, i missed you."
@✻ ⋰ mark l. His remark was crude. Suddenly her guilt for leaving him had dissipated, the apology on her tongue thrown away. It was one thing for her to call herself a ; it was entirely another thing for someone who she hadn't seen in years to do so. He had no right. She deserved anything else—a reprimand for leaving him or humiliation for being an inconsiderate friend. Something of the sort that was actually warranted. Instead, he looked at her and called her a name that was, indeed, worthy of someone in her line of work, but not someone who he called a friend in the past.
And then, she realized that he had seen her picture. He had chosen her, out of all the other Pearls in the catalogue. Her. He knew exactly what he was doing.
"Get out," she said, walking closer so that she could speak in a quiet enough voice for only him to hear. She stopped just a step before getting too close.
Her eyes met his with a hardened gaze. She had fire in her own; an anger that she didn't know she still had in her. She didn't remember the last time she was this angry.
She did not care that the rules on the Pearl handbook stated that she couldn't refuse a client. Mark was no ordinary client; this was personal. And god, did she hate him for the way he spoke to her, the way he grabbed her as though she truly was nothing more than a toy in his eyes. Did it hurt? Yes, it did. But she wouldn't let him see that.
She tried to pull away. "Let go of me! If you think that I want to sleep with you after that, you are terribly mistaken. Go find yourself another //."
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. She loved the dichotomy of sensations he gave her—hot wherever his lips touched, cold wherever he pulled off another piece of her clothing. His teeth added another, too: a bit of sharpness, a pang of pain that made her head hazy with pleasure. Her soft moans were barely suppressed by her biting down on her bottom lip and accompanied by the little giggle that would follow whenever his little nips stung a little more than the previous. She had always been sensitive than normal. Her skin receptive to any touch it received, especially after a first . Again, Taehyung knew exactly how to please her. She was eager to return the favor and knew that the sooner she'd help him out of his clothing, the sooner he'd use her. The sooner he'd fulfill that promise that he'd her so hard, so good, so much better than any man that had touched her. And so she unfurled her legs from around his waist and reached down to loop her fingers around his belt to pull him just a little bit closer before undoing the buckle on his belt. It gave her a muffled, yet satisfying click. She smiled, humming softly while she pushed herself off the mattress to sit on her knees. She did not bother to pull off his belt. Instead, she brought her attention to the button and zipper behind the belt, excited to release the part of him she had been missing for longer than she liked. She quickly ed and pulled down the zipper, and as she leaned in to steal a hungry kiss from his lips, she slipped her hand underneath his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his and against the liquor she tasted on his tongue.
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. "now, let's get the rest of these off of you, yes?" taehyung whispered, although only after returning the kiss that she'd pulled him in for. he'd smiled into it, too, and for some reason he felt a lot less angry than he had before regardless of the goal he initially had in mind - to remind her, that he is the best that she could have. partially, he couldn't help but wonder if anyone else attempted to achieve this goal too, and the mere thought of anyone else touching her like this reminded him of why he was annoyed and angry at the first place. his lips run over jaw and down her neck, this time nipping and ling at the soft skin there whilst his fingers quickly work at her skirt to completely remove it, alongside the rest of her clothes as he made his mark across the expanse of her body. only then does he nudge himself straight up to begin working at removing the belt on his slacks, soon pausing whilst looking at her with a raised brow. "would you like to help me with this, beautiful?"
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. It felt a little odd to call him by his name. She never really called any of her clients by their name, maybe once during introductions, and often opted for "baby" or "daddy" or whatever other name they preferred she'd call them. It was less personal that way. It allowed her some kind of separation between work and her personal life, even though she knew that the lines between the two were already blurred. She slept at her work place, after all, and had strangers in her bed all the time. Really, there was no actual separation between the two. Not calling her clients by their real names whilst being under a fabricated name, herself, was her way of separating the two. And although she called her fellow Pearls by their names, given that they allowed her to, she did not view them as coworkers because she did not often work alongside them. They were friends, stuck in this den of sin together.
Xiaoting kept that separation for the three years she worked at this place. She broke that, today, by saying his name more than once. Somehow, she did not mind it. No, she liked it, after hearing what he admitted to her. She knew that because she started smiling helplessly, which she tried to suppress by biting down on her bottom lip. She did not let go of him, either. Instead, she wrapped her arms and legs around him a little tighter, pulling him down so she could press a doting kiss on his lips. She did not know why she did that, actually. It was as if she had been overcome with... what was it? Relief? Joy? She was not entirely sure.
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. "hm?" taehyung hums the question as she calls his name, and god, how he loves the way that it rolls off. of her tongue. this. this is what he preferred much more than any other nickname she'd called him before. sure, when he first started visiting the lounge, he much preferred fulfilling his fantasies and finding accompaniment in the way he struggled to find outside. he'd told her to call her all of the nicknames he wished to be called, but now, they were almost completely obliterated by the bomb of his own name sounding so good when spoken by her. he wanted to hear her moan his name, scream his name, brush her fingers through his hair and coo his name - he wanted his name imprinted in her memory, for anyone could call him those other names yet this was reserved for her, and only her. her question earns a faint chuckle from his own swollen brims, and after he removes her shirt, he removes his own and tosses them both into a pile upon the floor, almost immediately ignored by their owners.
"you know something?" leaning down, his right arm lifts her smaller body up against his own and encourages her legs around his waist as his own arm encircles around hers. he turns on his heels, leading them to the bed where he carefully leans over to lay her upon the mattress. "how long have I been seeing you? and all of this time - other than one or two occasions - it's always been you. you are my favorite, and I don't really have any interest in sleeping with anyone else.”
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. She felt spoiled at that moment for having his attention. She did not think she deserved how tender he was with her. He treated her with respect despite their arrangement. He took the time to give her kisses that were more like innocent affection than the others that suggested a carnal need for one another, and spoke to her as though she was more than what she did for a living. Some of her clients, especially the ones who did not visit her more than once, usually treated her as her job made her—a doll. And while she never minded it because she understood, by now, what she did for a living, she also noticed little things that set her regular clients apart from the rest. Taehyung being one of them. He was her favorite client, after all, and for good reason. He made her believe she was worth his time.
"Taehyung?" she asked after lifting her arms up as instructed. She paused, for a moment. Her perfect brows furrowed as she gave her words some thought. She met his eyes a moment after, curiosity shining in her own. "Do you really mean it? That I'm your favorite?"
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. tachyung could feel the warmth of her flesh elevate in temperature, alongside the rapidity of her pulse, right beneath the long fingers that now hover upon the blush dusting her cheeks. although aware her is the foremost cause of the crimson tint, a piece of him ponders the possibility of it being his own compliment. most likely not, with his own lack of luck. but then, his ears catch the whisper that too slips from her own swollen tiers, one's that he found addiction to in himself, a mirroring flush creeps up his neck and cheeks, even the tips of his ears. with the corners of his lips curling upwards and his heart ultimately racing in his chest, he allows his head to tilt to the side to litter kisses upon her cheek and jaw, lowering until they ghost upon her ear. "let's get these clothes off of you, shall we?" he nips at her lobe, collecting the hem of her shirt within his palms, and begins raising it upwards. "arms up."
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. It was clear that her had worn her out a little, because she was leaning entirely against the door, her chest rising and falling in quick succession as she gasped for air, desperately grasping it like she'd been deprived of it. Her hands fell to her sides while her eyes were blissfully shut, which made her unable to register that Taehyung has pushed himself off the ground to stand on his feet, up until his lips meet hers and his large hands cup her face. Despite the bit of exhaustion that weighed her down, she kissed him eagerly and energetically, delicate fingers curling around his wrists to keep his hands there. She liked the warmth; liked how he held her as if she actually mattered to him. Like he was kissing a lover and not a he hired. She wanted to stay in that delusion for as long as he'd let her. In turn, the compliment he whispered into their kiss made the blush on her cheeks deepen and, if she was willing to admit it to herself, her heart to skip a beat. Her lips spread wide into a helpless smile, too, and she whispered, "You're so handsome." A pause. "Taehyung."
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. what a beautiful sight it was, seeing her come undone under his own influence. when taehyung first started coming to the lounge, he wouldn't have really been able to tell if she had been faking it or not because he was too lost within his own state of misery to pay attention to anything but himself. but after a year of consistently exploring the map of her body and imprinting it to his mind, he was sure it was always genuine. especially because, ladies should finish first (a philosophy that he would always stand by). he had known her like the back of his hand at this point, for she was really the only person he was sleeping with anyway. the only person he felt was deserving of his time, and the only person he wished to give it to. his left hand is strong on her trembling thigh for stability and he encourages her to ride out her high and returns her other leg to the ground. ensuring she was stable enough to hold herself up, he finds his place back on his feet with both hands now caressing her cheeks to pull her in for another hungry kiss. his twitches witihn the confinement of his slacks and he presses her hips to hers, panting. "you're so pretty."
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. If it weren't for him and the door keeping her steady, she would have fallen by then, the pleasure he graciously gifted her with mischief in those beautiful, dark eyes too great, too overwhelming. Like a wave crashing against her fragile frame, testing her strength to keep herself still, so that Taehyung could continue what he did, pleasing her the way the sinful combination of his tongue and fingers did. And oh, was he incredible at it, did he not have her for a year now—time she spent giving herself to him, allowing him to memorize and understand her body in a pace he liked. And god, did he know her well, knew exactly how to please her, how to make a woman go insane with just his tongue and fingers. Until she was no more than a mess, the sounds of her rising high filling the room up until she reached it. And it felt like that, reaching a peak, that she soon fell from with rapidly increasing speed, or like a rubber band pulled taught before it snapped. Xiaoting shivered, gasped, and tugged at his hair as she fell silent, knees buckling as her body shook with overwhelming pleasure, that felt like a wave crashed over her fragile frame.
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. if it weren't for taehyung's mouth being completely occupied carrying out the goal of pleasing her then perhaps he would've answered her question the first time it was asked. her second attempt at finding an answer wouldn't have even been warranted. but that wasn't the case, because even at the mere thought of taking a second to pull away and take a breath, perhaps answer the question she so badly would like an answer to, the thickened air now consuming them was littered with her pleas. he was happy to oblige and answer to them, eyes steady on her visage with his tongue continuing at the same pace it was before. after all, he was aware that she could be thrown off if he even dared to switch pace or technique, so it was all consistent. even his fingers. " for me, sweetheart," taehyung finds the words in a moan against her body, only to return to his prior movements with another groan following suit. his free arm remains winded around her leg that remained vertically placed on the floor to keep her steady, eyes staring up to watch as she writhes against the door and begins to unfold right before him.
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. "Knew what?" she asked almost immediately, her eyes wide and crazed, desperate for an answer. She did not like the uncertainty his words created, hated how it brought upon questions that she could not even begin to understand. What on earth could he mean by it? Was there something she was missing? She desperately needed an answer, especially from the man who had neglected her for over a week, when he would normally give her a few days of his time. It felt strange, this depravity. Like she was going through some kind of withdrawals—a drug denied from her for longer than she liked.
She did not know why it mattered; why she needed him above all the others she fell into bed with. Why she /craved/ him. She had occupied her time while he neglected her, had found herself underneath other men to keep her distracted. To keep her satiated. But no matter how much she had, the part that longed for him couldn't be satisfied. It was odd, figuring that out. She did not realize how necessary having him was until now, as she began to feel like that part of her was slowly achieving satisfaction.
However, she needed more. Needed him, his body, his response. She needed to know. "Knew what, Taehyung?" she pleaded after he corrected her, brows knitting together above large, round eyes. She shuddered when he breathed against her skin, her grip on his hair loosening for a moment, just a moment, until he put his mouth on her again. She tightened her grip around his locks and whimpered in pleasure, falling open as her head fell back against the door. "Taehyung, please. Don't stop. Don't stop. /Please/ don't stop."
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. "oh sweetheart," taehyung whispered, lips moving against the softness of her skin. "if only you knew." if only she had really known how much he thought about her and how much he had fantasized the mere idea of them being together. he could imagine it, the two of them running away from this place to somewhere completely unknown and away from the public, the two of them spending their days in bed together and making love until the sun sets and rises once more, only to have their favorite coffee together after the fact. they could run away.
the pace of his hand never faltered regardless of her own commentary, which taehyung would have normally thought was a very wrong place and time to be having such a conversation, but actually, it gave him an opportunity to show her that she /was/ his favorite, that aside from one other pearl on a very different instance, he hadn't slept with any others. that he spoiled her and didn't like the sight of her with anyone else... /for a reason/. his own jealousy mirrors hers and his head shakes left to right a single time. "don't call me that. say my name," he says, breath fanning against her thigh. he couldn't help but wonder what this meant - why was she jealous? considering his feelings, it was certain anyone would be jealous in this circumstance but for her... is there any possibility she could feel the same way? or was this just out of concern for losing his gifts, or money? the mere thought pumps anger through his veins, causing his fingers to quicken in pace and for his tongue to, once again, repetitively flick against her heat. he would show her, and make sure that out of this experience, she would know how much of a favorite she really was.
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. She knew her questions warranted an answer and yet she couldn’t help the disappointed mewl that left her lips when he detached his mouth from her to speak. hung open while her eyes directed to his face, to those eyes that looked up at her with a dark mischief that had a chill running down her spine. He always had that look—it was one of the things she liked best about him, because there was a certain danger there she couldn’t quite put her finger on. All she knew was that, somehow, she was drawn to it, just as her eyes were drawn to his pretty pair while he taunted her with questions of his own. But instead of responding him as quickly as he had responded to her, she was rendered speechless, save for the quiet, pathetic moans spilling from that his sinful digits pulled from her. It was only until he said that last piece that she had snapped out of it, and some semblance of her earlier jealousy returned to her eyes.
“You told me I was your favorite,” she argued, her voice whiny and bleeding with need. For him. Only him, at that very moment. He did not know it, but Taehyung was perhaps the only person that could make her this responsive, this desperate. She wasn’t nearly as whiny with anyone else, as much as she hated to admit it to herself.
“You told me I was your favorite Pearl,” she repeated, her voice just a little louder this time as if she was trying to make a declaration. But while her words were coherent, she could barely make sense of what she said, her mind hazy with desperation for fulfillment. For pleasure. “You told me you liked me the best. That I’m the only one you spoil. You gave me a ring, daddy, you gave me a ring. You can’t like it when other Pearls say your name. That’s not fair, daddy. You said /I’m/ your favorite.”
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. many of sounds had managed to rumble from taehyung's chest albeit muffled against the woman's , and for many reasons. mainly, it was in response to the taste that exploded upon his own tastebuds, a taste so elegant and delectable and a taste that only she could bestow. the next grunt is a tad more audible as slender digits tug at his strands and cause the entirety of his body to temporarily coat itself in camouflaged goosebumps. at first, he had been all too focused on pleasing her that he almost opted to ignore her questions, but is subconscious manages to grasp them and ricochet them in his head. there were a few options, he could climb to his feet and reassure her of no such thing, he could finish her off without a response, or.... "and if i do?" he inquires lowly, opting to detach his mouth from her to instead hover centimeters above. his head tilts to allow the tip of his nose to run along the inside of her thigh with his right hand urging her left leg to lift off of the ground to remove the from that ankle, only to encourage it to rest atop his left shoulder. "how would that make you feel?" he coos with another nip at her thigh, eyes following the movement of his hand as it smoothes back up the length of her leg and to where his mouth had been previously. he gathers the wetness upon two fingers, yet slowly enters one into her and hooks it with slow s. "would you feel angry?" he wonders, watching closely as a second finger slips into her tightness. "jealous?" he peers up at her from beneath his lashes and quickens the pace of his hand intentionally and experimentally. "to be honest, i can't answer that question. let me experience it first and then i'll let you know."
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. His breath tasted bitter in , warm and reeking of the liquor he'd indulged himself in before she found him in the lounge. It reminded her of the state she found him in, the look he had given her as she approached. And as she let that memory simmer while he kissed her, she grew angry, perhaps a little hurt that he hadn't come to her about his problem in the first place, had in turn left her wondering and insecure and deprived of his affection. She hadn't brought it up but she had seen him back then, occupied with a woman in his lap that she thought was much prettier than she was, with flaming hair that rivaled her cherry locks, and a look much darker than her own preferred façade of innocence. Was she jealous? Xiaoting would never admit it to herself but she was. Indeed she was. She groaned at the first swipe of his tongue, the muscle cool and slippery against her sopping heat. "Is that what you ask of your other Pearls?" she heard herself say before she could help it, the thoughts she harbored in the back of her mind coming to light. "To say your name?" Her breath faltered as he continued, evidently an expert at pleasuring her with just his mouth. She moaned softly, leaning her head back until it hit the solid, hard door behind her. She did not care, however, choosing to amend it by tangling her fingers in his hair, then pulling on it to release some of the frustration she kept hidden, even from herself. She chuckled darkly. "Is that why you're asking me that, now? Because she said your name and you liked it?"
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. any sound from her earns one of his own in acknowledgement and his hands are restless against the smaller frame that is pressed into his front. he was hungry, starved for her touch and is seemingly - at all times - insatiable with that of her touch, kiss or company. many a nights, he'd laid on his bed and thought of her, touched himself and thought of her, looked at himself in the mirror and thought of her. her, her, her, and all the time. as the cool temperature of the room grazes his abdomen, his arms remove the ed fabric and tosses it to the floor. "keep saying my name," instead of nicknames he'd requested before, this was much more personal and intentional. his lips attach themselves to her neck as he works on removing her top, yet not completely. he finds his place on his knees, nudging the skirt that she was wearing upwards to allow his fingers to slip beneath, tugging down the thin fabric of her until they pooled at her feet. he doesn't bother to remove them completely either, instead smoothing his palm up her thighs and around to her bottom to urge her hips to press forward. his mouth trails up the inside of her left thigh, nipping and ling the milky flesh until the tip of his tongue greets her with a teasing swipe, only to repetitively flick against it with a groan against her.
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. She watched him carefully like a gazelle would watch a cheetah; like a prey would a predator. Her eyes followed as his body moved throughout her bedroom, switching off the lights above to darken the room, before turning to her, his stride wide and confident to bridge the gap between them. Like prey, she took her own steps back until her body hit the door behind her, head hitting the hard frame with a soft thud while her predator's lips crashed into hers. And she welcomed it with a moan, succumbing to him as her body melted against the solid support behind her, while her lips followed his lead in a dangerous dance that had her needing him more. Craving him more. All the while her own hands reached for his clothes, desperate to get them off, starting with his shirt where her fingers struggled with the buttons, the combination of her long nails and her frantic need for him making it impossible to do it effectively, yet still managing to get it done out of determination. "Taehyung," she called his name, desperate for his touch. Desperate to feel his skin against hers. "I need you."
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. how strange it was, leading her down this hallway that he'd previously followed her lead down so many times prior. by the time they were half way there, his slacks had only began to tighten with each step forward taken, but as they entered the room, the entirety of his frame trembled in anticipation and burned with the need of her. taehyung had come to know this room like the back of his own hand, yet this evening held a certain intensity and tension in relation to himself. he'd only ever came to this bedroom with the goal of getting off, fulfilling his (and eventually her) needs, but this time it was much bigger than that. tonight, he would express his feelings in the form of feelings, and hope to imprint himself in her mind in the future when she is touched by another. he turns the lights back off, allowing for the warmth of the lights on the wall parallel to them to cascade on their features, before closing the gap not only between them, but also her back and the wall as he pulls her into a heated kiss, full of fervor with quivering hands yanking at her clothes. he had no plan, not yet.
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. It was odd, letting him lead her when it normally was the other way around, when the room they were heading towards belonged to her. She did not mind it, however, her head drifting off to replay what he said over and over again—the promises he would fulfill in the moments to come. The more she thought about it, the deeper she lost herself in that fantasy, warmth pooling in between her legs as she wondered what exactly he would do with her. As they approached her door, she willed herself to snap out of her trance, then picked up her pace until she was just ahead, so that she could unlock it with the key she took from her pocket. She released his hand, then, to turn on the lights and place her key on her vanity, before spinning around on her heels to face him, curiosity shining in her wide, brown eyes.
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. "am I?" mark followed after, his breathy voice betraying the indifference he intended to show.
it couldn't be helped. she was many things mark had wished but met with an end with no answers. one day she was gone. though mark grew up, the hurt never healed. the disappointment still lingered. which now was nothing slowly unfurling its petals and revealing an ugly seed of blackened emotions. mark hasn't realised how fast his mind played games but again he was no better than the rest visiting such establishment.
"yes, I'm that mark. the guy you left without words—" mark paused, took another look at her overalls — nothing about her screamed she was a woman of incredible talent in an art form that aspires to reach the workd stage but a — "to out apparently. nice change of profession. I suppose."
unlike before, he didn't need to wait for her permission to touch her. he paid. she was a product. he grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the people to somewhere, anywhere, probably the room number he tried to recall.
