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"i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into." / @artisn

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"no, no, you don’t understand. i would actually choose you over fries. and i really love fries." / @artisn

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he watches, utterly mesmerised, as she falls apart against his fingers, finding her even more beautiful in the throes of unbridled passion. prettier than any painting he's ever seen with his own eyes. "it's not the first time it's happened." granted, it's been a good while since they've last been labeled a nuisance to their neighbours craving restful sleep, but his words ring true nonetheless. the thought of what happens the day after stirs in his heart again, bringing back a wave of guilt that immerses him. even in the dark glow of the room, he can sense something similar about her, the unspoken storm of grief over what they are about to lose forever. "guess my looks can really help me get away with anything, huh?" he chuckles from his jesting, before he melts against the kisses against his lips, savouring the taste of her and the salty taste of her arousal. lips curl into a smirk when her nimble fingers find the hem of his underwear, before he quickly discards his boxers. like he's promised her earlier, he'd do anything she asks of him tonight. rejoining their lips in a passionate kiss once all garments are discarded, he kisses her deeper, harder, his erection riding up against the soft skin of her inner thighs.

impaled on his fingers, he gets her yielding to his teasing, subdued supplications on her tongue over the barbs she means to vocalise. how could she not give in to his demands when he takes her apart so, so good? down to burning her with the gaze never straying from her writhing body sunk deep into a pool of earth-shattering pleasure until she resurfaces with a silent gasp, chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm. her hammering heart melts when his smile is the sight she is greeted with as her eyes flutter back open and gets cradled into his strong arms, feeling w a r m all over. she whines, “ i care. i can never look them in the eye again. ” she would not care for their judging gaze come morning, if she finds the courage to step a foot out of her apartment while nursing a broken heart, that is. the sudden, and still as violent, reminder is akin to a dagger to the guts. the waves of grief come and go, lulling while withdrawing from the shore yet drowning her when crashing over her head. the shaky breath exhaled is easily disguised as a remnant of catching her breath. “ authority got thoroughly corrupted. today is your lucky day, you handsome criminal. ” she nuzzles her nose against his, kissing him once, twice, tongue tangling with his and delighting at the taste of him mingled with the lingering tang of her arousal. “ take off your pants, baby. we are not done. ” greedy fingers have snuck under the fabric of his underwear and dig into the enticing meat of his plump ass.

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"me, braggy? never." seojung jests. while people either love or hate his on-screen persona, it is a known fact that he's remained humble about his achievements all along. "i can relate to that," seojung nods, knowing that while it can be freeing and mesmerising to explore the world, there is something special about finding a place that feels like home. "oh..." seojung's eyes remain widened for a moment from her slip-up, sensing how flustered she's become from it. "it's fine... just show me whenever that's convenient to you." he offers a reassuring smile. "breakfast sounds great." he can only thank the universe that his schedule for tomorrow is nowhere as packed as today, and he can actually afford a proper meal. "there is," seojung nods — for someone who's always preferred quietude over chaos, the entertainment industry was a tough environment to adjust to, let alone thrive in. yet, he managed despite the odds. "it's easier to listen to the voices in your heart when things around you aren't screaming loud." he smiles, finding that he's the most creative when he's out in the quiet, open space where he is cut off from everyone else for hours on end. he is silent for a moment as he ponders over her question, trying not to think too much about why she's asking. "i... uh... i don't know." his smile is more strained now, uncertain. "maybe one day." he can see the marriage lasting for seoah and yunho — of course, his sister has always been the more stable, more lovable of the siblings, whereas he's much rougher around the edges. "my job doesn't exactly make me the best boyfriend material." there's more to it too, an apprehension to know others on a deeper level, perhaps even more so than before, knowing that far too many are drawn to him simply because of his outward appearance and stunning accomplishments. he finds himself relieved when she clarifies that she's not dating anyone, but he keeps the thought to himself. "i guess it's more or less the same for me." he shrugs, as if the loneliness doesn't weigh on him at all.

“ i didn't say i minded my head ballooning up. ” fair to say, she missed her friend as much as she missed her lover. she expects the pushback, nevertheless clicks her tongue to show her displeasure with seojung's brushing off his rightfully earned title of superstar. “ are you attempting to sell the humble act? i knew you to be a lot more braggy, seojung. ” he's always been far too dismissive of his talent as if he didn't deserve the huge success he found over the years and that pulled him under the spotlight in the first place. he earned every bit of it. “ i loved traveling around, and discovering the world through my lenses, but i like the more mundane side of my work too. ” eunchae presses her lips together to smother the giant grin threatening to take over her entire face when he agrees to drop by, over the moon at the prospect of seeing him again after tonight. “ i've got my work laptop in my hotel room. ” cheeks tint, quickly amending the accidental insinuation of inviting him to her room, “ i mean, let's get breakfast together tomorrow and i'll show you. ” before they drive back to seoul, back to their regular lives. “ they told me. fate always finds a way to reunite souls meant to be. ” it's impossible not to hope for a similar happy ending with the man sitting next to her, but for all she knows, she's reading the signs wrong. “ i wasn't for quiet places for a long time. i needed the chaos to quiet my thoughts, but i grew to appreciate the smaller places, the slower pace. there's true beauty in silence, turns out. ” she could only imagine the yearning for quiet after years, and years, of standing before crowds and the endless chaos that comes with fame. just seojung with himself, getting a chance to live as he wishes, rather than following the guidelines of the people he works for. “ is that something you want? ” back then, they'd been far too young to breach the topic of a lifelong commitment. she feels utterly shameless for asking, however, eunchae cannot spit on the second chance she was blessed with. “ does my camera count? ” after a beat, tone turns serious though a small, soft smile tugs at chae’s lips who is more than a little endeared by seojung’s bashful demeanor. “ i don't. i was always after the next adventure, which wasn't compatible with a long-term relationship. what about you? ”

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Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student

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"oh, maybe i should stop, then?" seojung jests, chuckling softly. "you're really dead set on calling me that, huh?" and he should know better than to argue with her, given how determined she's always been in forcing him to give himself credit where it's due. "i'm a moderately successful star, i'd say." still, he's being far too humble — he's one of the most in-demand artists nowadays, a superstar in his own right, just as eunchae has claimed."a studio? that's cool," he responds, surprised but intrigued when she suggests he visit. "i'd love to." he's proud that she's finally thriving, doing what she loves, just as he knew she would. "still, got any completed projects i can look at?" he attempts again, eager to appreciate her photography work with his own eyes. "it is," he smiles faintly, before recalling, "have you heard about how seoah and yunho ran into each other again?" not that he's implying they too can reconcile what was lost - he doesn't know eunchae's current stance, and is simply keeping an open mind. "the quietness, mostly," he admits sheepishly, funny for a celebrated celebrity to admit not being a crowd lover, but that's part of what took him so long to adapt to this lifestyle. "the views are amazing... the most breathtaking place i've been." his eyes widen when she reaches out to squeeze his hand, but he doesn't flinch, merely smiling as she retrieves it abashedly. eunchae's following words are unexpected, almost sounding like a confession — but he could be overthinking it. "it is..." he smiles fondly at the sight of the lovesick couple, their happiness radiating like a beacon. he's quiet for a moment, before mustering the courage to speak again. "you've got anyone special in your life?" he asks, gaze still on the pair, almost too timid to look back at eunchae.

“ my head will blow up if you don't stop being so sweet to me. ” what is eunchae's response to getting told not to do something? well, she's still very much the bratty jester he met all these years ago. “ give yourself more credit, superstar. you may not be the biggest, and hottest thing in this room, but you're still a superstar. ” his sister is the nation's sweetheart, she isn't taking that away from seoah, but it doesn't take away from her brother's spotlight. realistically, knowing her as he does, he should expect her to have nothing but cheering words for him. she knew, years ago, that her sentiments regarding the man would never waver. never. “ my latest project is very much a work in progress, but if you fancy visiting my empty studio, you're free to drop by whenever. ” she's taking over her brother's old dance studio, working on turning it into a hybrid between a studio and a gallery. “ shame we never ran into each other during our travels. ” would she have put an end to traveling the world and get back to seoul to be with him? she would have. “ i only drove through switzerland before i made a temporary home in northern italy. what did you love about it? ” she smiles at her confirmed observation, reaching his hand for a light squeeze, then hastily releasing him with a light blush. old habits. “ i am happy. been very happy since i left the country to live my dream. but this, ” she looks around, particularly at the newlywed couple still lost in their pink bubble, “ is making me yearn for a bit more. settling down, having a life partner other than my work, getting married if i’m aiming for the stars. it’s hard not to wish for the same happiness when looking at them, isn’t it? ”

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"won't you?" he grins, daring her to challenge him as he gradually slows his fingers, denying her the much-needed release until she gives in. he only continues when she does, lapping her up with his tongue as his fingers work expertly inside her velvety heat, eyes fixed on hers as he marvels at her beauty as she falls apart, her walls clenching around him as if aching to keep him there. a more boyish, far less sinister smile spreads across his features at her words and request, and he obliges, falling back next to her and wrapping his arms around her still-heaving body. "who cares?" he certainly doesn't — not when this might well be their last night to unravel each other like this, to fully savour each other's presence. his head rests on the nape of her neck as his lips press another doting peck there, before moving to her forehead. "stop calling it criminal if you're not going to be putting me behind bars anytime soon," he smirks, basking in her familiar scent.

“ will i? ” fine, fine, she is absurdly fond of the head she is contemplating detaching from her lover's shoulders in a lust-induced rage. fine, she is very, very fond of admiring the face between her thighs, and that looks particularly g o r g e o u s with wetness coating the lower half of it. still ! she would act out if he didn't give her what she wants RIGHT THIS INSTANT. a campfire rages at the bottom of her stomach as every single nerve ending in her body is zeroed in on the unrelenting, hungry prodding of his lover's tongue — the man so familiar with her body, he drives her to the precipice of pleasure in no time, and the praise falling from his lips pushing her further, deeper, faster. hips bowed off the bed, desperately rutting against seojung's mouth as she shakes apart, violently twitching as his name, and only his name, spills out of her parted lips akin to a zealot's prayer. the wave of pleasure crashing over her is violent in its intensity, launching her all the way on cloud three hundred. “ the neighbors will hate me, ” is the first mumble once her brain reboots, followed by a silly, “ this was another criminal act. ” she makes grabby hands at seojung, needing to embrace him close, close, close for a moment.

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seoah can feel it all with magnified intensity from her heightened senses as a vampire — the thumping of his heartbeat, the warm flush to his skin, the fervent desires he displays so openly when lost in her mesmerising presence. her own arousal grows as he yields to her advances, and it would be so painfully easy to let herself indulge beyond what's safe for him, to give in to the dark urges, but that would mean losing him forever, and she knows she may never be ready for that — a realisation that feels like the most dangerous thought of all. sensing his grip weakening, she gasps as she pulls away with every last sliver of her remaining willpower, fighting against every primal desire aching for more, more, more. biting down on her own wrist, she quickly seals the wound with his lips, granting him a taste of her blood that will heal the bite on his neck in no time, sending him into a state of blissful ecstasy. soon after she's grabbing his chin, capturing his lips with her own in a searing, hungry kiss, the unspeakable bliss washing over both of their beings.

he can't begin to comprehend what immortality entails. life is meant to have an ending, not drag on for the rest of eternity. he would not have entertained getting the grasp of it if he wasn't so certain he would love no other after meeting someone he could only call s o u l m a t e. thus, yunho has been contemplating asking the vampire to steal away his mortality, make him hers for however many centuries he would be blessed to spend by her side. he hasn't yet plucked the courage, but showing his trust in her nature by prompting her to feed on him is a step in the direction of easing seoah into opening the doors to her world completely to the human. if he wasn't so deep into the fog of lust, he would get deeply embarrassed by the intensity of the heat unfurling in his loins, hips instinctively rolling into the grind of hers, and digits shamelessly digging into the meat of her ass. with every draw of blood from his body, the dizziness intensifies, as do the sounds tumbling past the man's parted lips, growing in lewdness and unlike anything he's vocalized before. “ it's yours, all yours. ”

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a small, wistful smile curves his lips at the attempted jest. "that's true," he concedes. there are days where he wishes he could curb eden's tendency to overthink, though he supposes he's not all that different — he simply does it in a more subdued manner, falling apart further from prying eyes. kyungsoo takes a deep, steadying breath, arms remaining tightly wrapped around his lover. "i just need you here." he murmurs, resting his head against eden's shoulder. needs eden to remind him that it's him he loves, that it doesn't matter if there may be better options out there — at the end of the day, it's still kyungsoo that he needs.

“ worrying is my default setting. ” hello, professional overthinker, somehow still escaping the grey hair from living in a state of worry twenty-four hours a day. nothing short of a miracle, he'd say. but, he cares, cares so deeply for kyungsoo that his heart can only go out to him whenever his lips are frowning rather than set in that beautiful, beautiful smile of his that eden loves so deeply. “ tell me what you need from me. ”

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he can see the frown etched onto eden’s shoulders and can’t help but blame himself for making him worry. “still,” he cannot shake off the feeling of guilt despite eden’s reassurance, even though he knows that he would extend the same kindness to his lovers were the roles reversed. “i didn’t mean to make you worry.” his silly insecurities shouldn't matter, yet it’s hypocritical for him to disregard his own when he’s always encouraged eden to share his every time.

he worries, so much that he spends the entire hour it takes kyungsoo to join him pacing the length of the living room, and biting his habitually painted nails to the bone. he physically sags once familiar arms close around him, breathing a bit easier around his other half. “ hey there, my love. ” he wants to ask what suddenly triggered the ' episode ', so to speak, but decides against for the time being. they have done a lot of communicating lately, and silence is as enjoyable. “ don't apologise. you're allowed your space. ” he does it too, now and then, shutting himself into his art room and forgetting the rest of the world exists.

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kyungsoo nods, giving eden an appreciative yet somber smile. it takes him nearly an hour before reappearing in eden's line of sight, this time gently wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and taking a deep, steadying breath — inhaling the familiar, grounding scent. "hey," he murmurs, still not quite feeling up to conversing, even though he's aware of the communication guidelines they've established. he doubts forcing himself to speak would be beneficial. "sorry about that."

their determination to do better is not synonymous with easy. habits, ones that are deeply ingrained in the psyche, take work to shake off. eden hasn't expected his boyfriend's walls to come down in a swift move and all his hidden thoughts to consequently flow out only weeks after their reunion. he squeezes his shoulder, a silent show of understanding and support, “ i'll be in the living room. holler if you need me, alright? ”

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"i don't doubt it at all." seojung leaves it at that, allowing their disheartening conversation to end on a somewhat lighter note, though the sting of his words still lingers. but it's not something he can refute, either — that he'll soon leave her behind, just another person to have added hurt onto her life. "and you'll miss it right after." he chuckles, reminding her of how utterly smitten she is with him, a large part of that infatuation stemming from his undeniably handsome features. he grins at her reaction, always amused by the bossy demeanour she adopts when desperately craving something. this time, it is his caress that she craves. a content smile spreads across his damp lips as moans of unadulterated pleasure tumble from her mouth, filling the bedroom and spurring him onward. his head remains nestled between her trembling thighs, hands gripping firmly at the front of her legs to keep her impossibly close. "you're doing so well, baby." he coos sweetly, as if he isn't doing everything in his power to drive her swiftly towards the precipice of madness. his fingers plunge in and out of her velvety heat at a punishing pace, his tongue lapping hungrily at her sweet, slick warmth. he's missed this so terribly — every breathy moan he manages to coax from her lips, every shift in her angelic features that betrays just how utterly he has her undone. "don't hold back." he urges, voice dripping with dark desires.

she regrets uttering the words. of course he would take them to heart. god's sake, hasn't she done her best to erase horrible thoughts from his mind? here she is, rubbing her upcoming loneliness in his face as if he's purposely and malignantly leaving her behind. he's the first, and only, person that has done good by her without ulterior motives. thus, seojung shall always remain as one of, if not the dearest person to her heart. she cannot predict the future. she can affirm, and with utmost certainty, that she will always, always cherish him. “ for all we know, ten years from now i'll be a full-time daredevil and terrorize the city. ” silliness is the default she falls into when she's uncomfortable, or desperate to put a smile back on seojung's face. the defeat he exudes breaks her heart some more. “ become the anti-hero i've always wanted to be. ”

“ i'll bite your head off. ” would be convincing if a long whimper of relief didn't fill the air the moment a second finger sinks into her fluttering heat, clenching around the glorious fullness, for a minute foolishly believing she finally won. but no, no, it's never that easy with the terrible, terrible tease between her thighs. never mind that eunchae gets as wicked when she's the one taking him apart piece by piece, thriving on watching his composed nature crumble. she kicks again, “ i swear to fucking god, seojung. ” is she this close to flipping him on his back and sitting on his face to T A K E what she wants? very much so. he acts before she does, and protests die on the tip of her tongue, legs immediately framing the face buried in her heat, “ yes, yes, yes. ” hips start moving on their own accord into the soft yet ardent muscle devouring her, and this time, the tear trickling down her face is from the overwhelming pleasure when the motions simultaneously make his fingers push deeper, coaxing more wetness and even sweeter, louder pleasured sounds from the woman. her trembling worsens by the second, relief creeping on her so fast; she would be just a bit flustered if it hadn't been so long since she'd last gotten a taste of it.

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marithé summer 2025 with go younjung

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it takes a moment for him to consider the offer, before he finally parts his lips. "would you..." freddie blinks, almost tempted enough to yield and ask silas to join him in the bubble bath, before his pout returns when his boyfriend's attention turns to his phone once more, adorned with that same irksome smile that freddie aches to swipe right off his face. "ah, never mind." he shakes his head at the offer of desserts, knowing his appetite simply isn't returning anytime soon, given the myriad of factors weighing on his mind. "it can wait another day." he concedes, though he has a sneaking suspicion his annoyance may be here to stay, considering silas' childhood friend seems to be a lingering ghost that simply refuses to be exorcised. he knows silas is right, that he shouldn't let his manager's demands or the opinions of faceless strangers dictate how he lives his life — but it's the only way freddie knows how to be. to please everyone around him, putting his own needs perpetually last. after all, who is he, if not the perfect, idolised star? "he's not wrong, though." freddie admits, "i do have another fashion show booked just two weeks from now." he pauses, then adds, "and i really just don't have much of an appetite right now."

“ i'll draw you a bubble bath before you crash for the night, baby. i bought a bunch of the pretty bath bombs you love. ” he's about to play with fire to verify his theory, reaching for his phone with the rare smile mostly reserved for his significant other and painting a picture of delight. immediately, a storm cloud crosses freddie's gaze as it drops to the device between silas' hands. bingo. the musician can hardly wrap his mind around the younger man's sudden jealousy, nevertheless, it delights him. never thought he'd see the day ! what an interesting, interesting ( arousing, too, but it's neither here nor there ) development. “ not even fancying dessert? there's a piece of cake from your favourite bakery waiting for you in the fridge. ” fridge that'd mostly remained empty for the duration of his boyfriend's job abroad. silas barely stepped foot in their home, feeling mopey at the particularly loud reminder of his better half's prolonged absence in the shared space they built together. “ baby, you can let the diet bullshit get to you. ” he's raged time and again about the absurd box his boyfriend is stuck fitting in, never to step out of the s t r i c t parameters he must meet to fit the perfect image crafted for the man from the beginning of his career. while he's been respectful of freddie's boundaries, he shan't stop nudging his partner to aim for better for himself, for freedom, to regain control over his life.

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seojung, too, is a deeply flawed individual, despite his former agency's tireless efforts to market him as the very embodiment of flawlessness, worthy of endless idolatry and praise. at one point, he had felt nearly suffocated by the impossible pressure placed upon him to be the perfect, unattainable caricature they demanded, to the point it nearly crushed him entirely — but thankfully, that darkest chapter is long behind him now. with his newfound freedom from the toxicity of his old management, he can finally begin to truly enjoy what it means to be an artist.

"i'm grateful that you're a part of this with me." he admits. "stop calling me that," he chides gently, almost humbly. "if anyone here's the true superstar, it would be seoah." he says, referring to his sister's immense popularity and acclaim as a singer-songwriter. lost in their familiar banter, it's almost as if the rest of the world has ceased to exist for this fleeting moment. "only if you bribe me with some sneak peeks from your latest projects." he smiles, endeared by her playful attempt to win him over. "oh, i've been all over — a good number of cities, mostly in europe and asia." in the few months between resigning from his old company and joining his new one, he's relished in the pure freedom he's never known before. "my favourite place was... switzerland." he recalls fondly, before nodding. "yes, i am," he assures, the sentiment genuine. "i hope you are as well." happy, just as he'd wished for her when they last parted.

“ we are. ” no one smoothly sails through life. even without exterior factors, life is no easy walk in the park. plus, her brother recovered rather brilliantly from the ordeal he was dealt with. idols are held to an impossible standard, marketed as f l a w l e s s beings, the ultimate fantasy to strive to become. wrong in many ways, but she could understand the appeal and particularly to a younger generation. but seojung as he is, humanly flawed, beautiful in his imperfection, is the one she prefers. “ i'm glad i could contribute and be a part, even for a short time, of your journey. i'm beyond ecstatic that it worked out so well for you, superstar, ” the nickname whispered with another silly wink. “ we're even, ” she echoes in agreement. attentive as ever, she listens to every word he speaks, a smile progressively growing on her lips. she's known about the new direction of his career, as well as the move to his sister's ( and her brother's ) agency. eunchae's timing is not a coincidence after all, but it's only for her to know. “ are you open to bribes for a sneak peek at the upcoming album? ” she bats her eyelashes for good measure. “ where did you travel to? what was your favourite spot? you look so happy with how things are. ” if it were the last time they see each other, she would find peace in that fact.

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"i know." perhaps a few short years will pass in the blink of an eye, and she'll remember nothing of this at all, and he would be at best a distant, faded memory. if it would make the misery of their parting even a fraction more endurable, he wouldn't hesitate to let her forget. it's a shame they've met the right person at the wrong time, but life is nothing like the movies, where every scene is timed and sequenced in perfect order. his heart aches with guilt at her words, but for once, it manages to silence him for a long moment as he gives a defeated nod. she's right — her family may not be perfect, but at least they're still here, but how much does mere presence matter if it only brings more pain than good? "i hope, in the end, you'll find the path that makes you the absolute happiest." he settles on instead, squeezing a smile in an attempt to mask the turmoil of his own emotions. "you know that's all i've ever truly wanted for you."

"i could be much meaner, you know." seojung bites back, still wearing that menacing grin as he appreciates the beautifully trembling frame before him, writhing deliciously because of his touch. slipping another finger to join the first, he works them at a steady, maddening rhythm, quickening the pace gradually before slowing back down again, eventually coming to a halt altogether. he feels her fingers tightening in his hair, the tensing of her muscles, every subtle tell-tale sign of exactly what she needs, what he's wickedly denying her. a chuckle escapes him when she kicks out, still defiantly demanding more despite how weak she's become under his ministrations. when another desperate plea falls from her lips, he grins victoriously, before slipping his fingers back inside, working her up once more, before the tip of his tongue finally teases the sensitive rim of her cunt, savouring the intoxicating wetness he finds there, before finally beginning to lap at her hungrily, a hunger he's kept tightly leashed for far too long now finally unleashed.

“ it’s only the tip of the iceberg. ” she's sometimes a bit too reckless. although, she's significantly calmed down lately, focusing her energy on her relationship rather than looking for trouble. who knows, she might truly resume her little adventures to feel alive again. “ but, i love getting pinned down. ” she wishes she was everything that seojung sees in her. she wishes he was right about the strength she holds, but fears tapping into. but, she is an impostor. she is a hypocrite of the highest degree. she's been conditioned for too long to find her own footing, only drowning whenever she strays away from what her life has been, and is. she didn't even succeed in maintaining this relationship. “ if i do that, i'll have no one left, seojung. ” she isn't trying to make him feel guilty, but pointing out a fact. “ my family may not like me very much but at least they're still a presence. ” the heave of relief is short-lived, right back to breathless while he looks at her with reverence. it is far from the first time he's seen her bare, and still, the flush across her skin deepens, shyness gently blooming behind her breast. she wasn't without experience before seojung, nevertheless, no prior intimate embrace came close to making love to someone she loves from the depths of her soul. it went beyond the physical pleasure of the act. it was as close to a d i v i n e experience as eunchae would ever get. a wicked string of curses accompanies the debauched melody of her evidenced arousal as a thick finger sinks inside her, and eunchae automatically grinds down to the touch. hands tighten in her lover's hair, needing something, anything to hold onto, then presses down on his head once more to counter his teasing. he knows how much she loves it, how easily she gets worked up the longer he denies her. “ you're so mean, ” she whines, while pushing harder against the finger expertly working her, needing him deeper, harder, more. “ put your mouth to better use. ” she kicks a foot in retaliation, some of her spitfire energy intact, “ eat me out. please. ”