"princess."

warning : suggestive and mature content. 

Sunlight | Kang Mira

And then he brings heaven on earth.

Lazy bites on my collarbones that feel lighter than cotton. Roses are blooming all over my body. Yeonjun takes me in, breathes my air, whispers my words, as if he wants to share my world with him.

His lips look like a poppy born on top of a snowy mountain. When he lowers his head down, they melt into mine again, and I can taste the honey dripping from those cherished lips, it slides down to my tongue, sweetness filling up my throat, my ribcage, my flesh.

A moan escapes my mouth, I freeze, my nerves burn up. The bubbling sensation in the pit of my stomach intensifies. Yeonjun starts trailing his lips down to my chest, the moment his hair brushes my skin, a storm rages, and I get lost in goosebumps that make me feel light, so light.

He bites the back of my waist so gently, like he's taking a lily petal inside his mouth and letting it melt by its own. His lips run loose over my shaken body, taking me in, taking me in, taking me in, in a way no one had ever done before.

Not that I even wanted anyone to do this.

My fingers grab the bedsheet, curling it under my strong grasp. My chest rises up, and Yeonjun pushes me down.

"Not yet," he mumbles over my aching body, his pupils turning into a darker shade as he gazes up at me, his eyelashes fluttering in an endless symphony when he dips his head down and his lips make contact with my exposed thighs. "I'm not done with you at all."

The lust in his eyes and voice makes me bite my lips. "I'm not c-complaining." I whisper with a content sigh, squirming again when Yeonjun presses his large thumbs on my stomach to keep me in place.

"Easy there, won't you be, princess?" waves of pleasure rush to me, as his lips again start doing wonders. Wonders, wonders, and only wonders. Shivers tremor down to my spine, my back arches up, and Yeonjun pushes me down on the bedsheets with ease like before. "Ah, don't get too worked up now, yeah?"

His sultry, warm voice is just too much to bear.

"You're such a mess, Mira." Yeonjun slowly raises himself upward, panting and blushing tremendously. A long trail of saliva connects his lips with my skin. He pushes away the messy, sweat coated hairs away from his forehead, and I can see the thick, warm droplets blotched on them. My eyes widen, a furious amber tinge swepts over my cheeks as I watch him swirl his tongue over the wet coated around his fingers.

"Why are you-" I gulp and try to pull his hands down, ain't no way he's licking that, "Yeon-"

"You taste sweet." he stops me by his free hand, the one which is enough to put me in a breathless hold. "So sweet, Mira. You have done so good, so fucking good, yeah."

Another whimper leaves my mouth. Fuck, that sounded more arousing than I thought...

"You want a taste?" he tilts his head to a side, the lust in his eyes never diluting.

"I-" he doesn't let me finish. His two long fingers make entrance inside my mouth, a gag leaves my throat, my hands clutch his wrists as Yeonjun pushes me down on the pillow. The bed creaks, audibly, but the sound soon fades away, and only my moans can be heard throughout the room.

"Ssh, I don't want you to be too loud for this time, okay?" Yeonjun says that in a warm, glassy tone, but pushes his fingers inside my mouth with more force, nevertheless. "You can be loud as much as you want when we get back, is that fine, love?"

This... feels so-

"My Mira obeys me so well." he praises me again, and I whimper, red tint covers my nose, cheeks, lips, forehead, and every place I can think of.

"So pretty, aren't you? So, so pretty, my princess."

No, this is going to make me-

"You're going get a prize if you stay quiet like this. Do you want that?" Yeonjun asks me in a cocky tone, his voice laced with mischief, but his other hand is doing the exact opposite- drawing circles on my hair in a rhythmic motion.

I somehow nod. The grin on his lips turns wider.

"Want a second round?" he asks while patting my head softly.

And when I nod again like an obedient puppy, he wastes no time to turn me over. 

And time slips away from my grasp a little too early.

My eyes suddenly burst open. The warm sensation on my forehead doesn't fade away. It stays there, lingering, contemplating, before it finally decides to detach itself away.

"Yeonjun." I murmur, my eyes nearly shutting down from the blinding sunlight shot across my face. A pair of hands hold my shoulders and make me turn, blocking the dazzle out of my sight.

"Yes?"

"You're up already..." I mumble, rubbing my eyes carefully. A bit of dirt must has gone inside, because they are itching.

"I've been awake for two hours."

"And you haven't left the bed yet?"

"Aren't you being too obvious?"

"Huh." I open my eyes fully this time, and my breath hitches inside my throat. It makes no further plan of leaving.

"What?" Yeonjun tilts his head, eyeing me skeptically. "You seem like your brain's going through a functional crisis."

"Holy shit-" a real scream leaves my mouth the moment my eyes land on him. I blink rapidly, trying to make any believable theory about the sight I'm seeing in front of me. "What on earth has happened to your lips?"

"What happened to my lips?" Yeonjun propels himself a little more upward and touches his lips while staring down at me. "Any problem?"

"Nothing... but a bit- purple."

"Oh, please." he chuckles lightly, his eyes crinkle into a crescent moon, those long lashes waver. "I thought it was something serious."

"B-but..." I heave myself upward to study his face more clearly. "Looks like you have a bruise."

"It's not my fault that your teeth are sharp as knife."

"I'm so sorry..." I state instantly, "I really didn't think that I-"

"Oh, shut up now, Mira." Yeonjun pulls me down and I collide with his chest, my red hair falls on his sharp collarbones. "You're being too loud. Should I do something about that?"

"N-no, thanks."

"You're stuttering like before." a playful smirk embraces his lips. "You weren't stuttering that much a couple of hours ago."

"Ssh." I cover his mouth with my hands and look at him angrily. "You can't tease me about anything now. It was... it was my first time."

Yeonjun holds me in his stare with all the love he can gather. His fingers thread into my hair, wrapping it around them slowly, and tugging me downward. His lips brush right above the edge of my lips, trailing upward until they make contact with my ear.

"You did so well, baby."

My heartbeats skyrocket. As if he can read my mind, Yeonjun puts his palm above my chest, and closes his eyes.

"Mira, your heart's going to burst."

I keep his hand right there. It feels safe, so safe to do that. Yeonjun smiles knowingly, and lets his lips melt into mine.

Let it burst. 

i have been waiting for ages to write this. ;)