"Touch me, tease me, feel me up."

~W.V

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Believe me when I say I didn't expect anything when I came through the door of your dorm room today. In fact, I was in a pretty bad mood before seeing what you were wearing, or rather, not wearing. You texted me a few minutes before I got there saying you were getting out of the shower, but I didn't expect to be greeted with nothing but a towel and a coy smile.

You barely let me talk before grabbing my arm and throwing me onto the bed as your only form of coverage slipped off your body like ripples in a pond: slow and gradual until I was allowed to view the prize within. You were set on doing whatever it took to scratch the itch, and I was there to abide by your rules. With some of my own, of course.

And now, I get to act out some of my late-night thoughts within the impersonal white walls of your dorm.

"Don't tease me," you pant. Your voice comes out in little whimpers rather than anything that could intimidate me into obedience, but the sight of you on all fours is too enticing to ignore. Nonetheless, I continue tracing your folds with two fingers from the edge of the bed, lost in my own little world. Your scent is clouding my judgement, Naomi, and maybe my sense of reality, too. You're too unreal to be true.

"Teasing's the fun of it," I say, smirking when you gasp at my fingers brushing over your clit. From the way you react, it's like you've never been touched before, and it makes me all the more eager to fuck your tight pussy.

Finally, after seeing your face grow impatient, I begin working my digits into you, curling them just right to hit your sweet spot.

"Fuck," you hiss, almost as if you didn't expect it. I've found it a trend that most men don't know how to pleasure a woman for their life, never having learned or cared, and maybe you came to settle into mediocrity.

Aren't you so glad I'm the one taking care of you now?

You get on your elbows as you look back at me, desperation riddling your face. "More," you whine, taking the initiative to rock on your knees to control the pace. Jesus, Naomi. You're practically doing the work for me at this point.

"You want more?" I ask with a chuckle. You don't protest when I grab your ass with a firm hand and latch onto your clit with my mouth, tongue drawing vague patterns in various paces to keep you tense. I can feel you stiffen at the sudden stimulus, but soon relax as your pants become heavier, both hands clutching at the crisp, white sheets. Guess you'll have to do laundry soon.

I lap up your juices more than eagerly, your moans being my salvation while I work to engrain myself in your head. My body seeks to appease your every whim, going faster and harder when you demand it. You choke out my name when I hum against your folds to send vibrations along every crevice of your body, and I hope it'll be the first thing you think of every time you let yourself fantasize, never dreaming of going to another man to satisfy your needs.

Soon enough, your walls begin tightening around my fingers, and I quickly pull them out, much to your annoyance.

"I was so close," you whine, but you can't say anything else as I lift you up out of the bed and kiss you passionately, squeezing your waist so hard it'll surely leave marks. However, you seem to relish in the feeling. Pulling me toward you, you sigh against my lips and let me lead you to the wall. I can feel you smile, as if you anticipate what I have planned.

With one swift move, I pin you against the wall so that your back is facing me. As I brush my cock along your dripping heat, you press yourself against me unashamedly. Dirty slut.

"I want you inside of me so fucking bad," you whisper, turning to see me coating my shaft in your juices. That's enough to break my patience, and hand against the wall, I guide my cock into your entrance until I push the tip in, both groaning as it goes deeper.

It's hard to maintain my composure when I can feel your pulsing around me, so tight and hot, inviting me that much closer to the edge. I have to grit my teeth just to stop myself from hurting you in the process of choosing my own tempo. Somewhere in the back of mind, though, I know you wouldn't mind.

This is all so familiar yet different as we find our pace, maybe a certain daringness to it compared to last time. While we were shrouded in darkness with the moon watching over us, I have nothing to cover myself with this time.

I never let your eyes fall to my torso, where you'll surely wonder why I'm so hesitant to take off my shirt in the daylight. Then, you'll see my scars, connect the dots, and leave me to fend for myself.

My eyes zero in on your back arching as I pound into you from behind.

"Right there!" you moan. Writhing and clawing at anything you can reach, it's so interesting to see how you transform from the guise of timidity to a ball of lewd pleasure at a moment's notice. How perfectly human of you.

Hitching your leg up to allow me more access, I kneed your nipples between my thumb and index finger, then growl in your ear, "Say my name." Your heated moans make me want to go even faster, but I can't reward you just yet.

"You're so fucking good, Tae... Please... Please..."

Please. The word sounds so sinful coming out of your mouth. How many men have you serviced with it?

"What are you begging for, hm?" I ask, pressing you further up against the wall so that you're forced to turn your head. There are stray pieces of still-wet hair coming to plaster themselves on your cheeks and forehead. Your eyes are screwed shut while you part your lips ever so slightly, flushed cheeks adorning what used to be honey-glazed skin.

Fuck. Nothing gets me off more than thinking about little moments like this. You under me with the control you try so hard to maintain slipping away on your own accord.

"I want you," you pant as you reach back toward me, but I slap your hand away. You didn't ask for permission. "Your body. Everything."

My thrusts begin to quicken, and your face blooms into an expression of pure bliss. It's more the motivation to pull back your hair and expose your neck, throat as white a bird's down feathers. I could kill you right now if I wanted to.

Luckily for you, I don't want to.

Once your moans reach a fever pitch, I abruptly put two fingers in your mouth for you to suck as my pumps slow down momentarily.

"Don't want your neighbors to hear, do you?" I murmur, smirking when you whimper in response. Good girl.

You suck vigorously on my fingers as I pick up speed once more, and I can only imagine what that mouth can do on my cock. My daydreams have begun leaking into my dreams almost every night now, though I can't say I mind too much.

"Turn around. I want to see you," I command. You do what you're told, eyes like a doe caught by a hunter as I pin you again. The emotions I see for myself are irreplaceable, seeing dozens on your face at once as I enter you. Your gaze threatens to go down to my body, but I lift your chin up.

"Eyes on me," I say, then connect my mouth with yours. You're successfully distracted, and I relish in your muffled screams of delight as I slam into you over and over again. Our pace gets desperate quickly, me grabbing your hips for dear life as I move on to bite your neck while you moan an incoherent string of curses.

"Don't stop, daddy!" you cry, tears threatening to spill over. It's all too much, and I can't keep a groan from escaping my lips as I release all of the building tension into you. It doesn't take long until I feel you unravelling in my arms, your body tensing as you ride out the high. The whole world feels like it's collapsing in on itself.

Slowly, my pumps come to a halt as we both try to catch our breath. By now, the sun has taken all the shadows with it as it settles directly overhead, but the warmth isn't enough to pull us apart. In this moment, we exist on our own planet of serenity, reality not yet strong enough to reach into our bubble and take us back into the cruel world.

Your touch is familiar and warm, bare arms speckled with moles that tell stories of childhood and laughter so contagious it hurts just thinking about it. I feel like I knew you in a past life, only to let you go through the cracks of our shared universe.

You hold onto me for a bit longer, letting our breaths sync up before putting your head on my shoulder, but I'm too preoccupied with thoughts that trail back to what I really came here for that I can't muster anything to say. I almost want to forget about the whole thing and pretend I drove all this way for some fun, but that means he would win the battle, and I can't have that looming over my head.

After looking up at me for a while, you leave my side in favor of putting on some clothes.

"So, did you come all this way to fuck me and leave?" you ask with a force smile. Oh, darling. How little do you think of me?

"Actually, I was going to ask you if you wanted to eat with me and some-" My breath hitches as I think about Yoongi, but I continue on as I put on my pants, "-friends, but this was fine, too. Better than fine."

You grin at my response, then tilt your head in curiosity.

"Which friends?" you ask.

"The ones I invited to Hoseok's party, Jimin and Yoongi."

"Like a double date?"

I grit my teeth. People really like to throw that word around these days. "Yeah. Exactly like a double date," I reply.

You cross your arms and raise a brow as you say, "Wow. Didn't realize we were there in our relationship yet." I blink.

"Oh– d-did you not wanna go?" Shitshitshit. Engaging in my own mind game this whole time, I forgot to think about your feelings on the issue.

I try to gauge your expression. Do you think I'm too needy? What if this is the thing that drives you away forever? Will I be cursed to a life of watching you from afar, entering doomed relationship after doomed relationship until the end of time? What if-

"I can see you panicking on the inside, mister. Anyway, I'd love to go. Free food, amiright?" you joke, cracking a smile. Sweet relief floods over me. If I can make him slip up today, you can have all the free food you want for the rest of your life.

As I go to give you a kiss, I hear an unexpected knock at the door, and looking at your expression, you didn't expect it either. With hesitation in your steps, you walk toward the door as you put your hair up in a ponytail, trying—in vain—to hide the afterglow of sex on your body.

Mm. I can pull your hair much more easily with it up like that.

My eyes focus on the door once you open it, and I immediately regret doing so. From the flaming hair to the obnoxious way her teeth gnash against each other when chewing the spearmint-flavored gum that I can smell across the room, the all-too-familiar stranger is already draining me of all my energy.

This is gonna be a long day.

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안녕 여러분! I hope everyone enjoyed
today's chapter! Felt like writing
a smut scene that was a little less
vanilla.... Thoughts? I'm so excited for the coming chapters!

QOTD: What's your zodiac sign, and
do you think your personality isa good fit for it?

Mine is good ol' leo! I think I'm as
stereotypical as they come: confident
on the outside, insecure on the inside,
extroverted, etc.

Until next time, happy reading!

Love,Haneul