Copulation Dream (3)
The two whose lips had collided stared at each other with eyes popped wide. It was closer to a headbutt than a kiss, a stinging pain prickling their skin, but neither had the bandwidth to care.
Jeong Ha-yeon yanked her head back in a fluster. "S-sorry! It wasn't on purpose—I tripped on the desk...!"
Seo Joo-hwan gazed at her, then gave a wry smile as he called her name. "...Ha-yeon-ah."
"H-huh?"
"Come here."
"Huh? W-what... Eek?"
He reached out, drew her neck toward him, and pressed his lips to hers again as they naturally followed.
"Mmph? Mmmph!"
Her eyes flew even wider than before, brimming with confusion and a storm of other emotions, all crystal clear.
Jeong Ha-yeon thrust her hands out to shove his body away.
Seo Joo-hwan didn't release her. He simply closed his eyes. Their lips smacked together, and he slipped his tongue forward.
Twitch.
Even blind, he could feel her utter fluster radiating off her. But he pressed on relentlessly, and a tiny gap formed between their lips.
Smooch.
Ah... ha... mmm...
Jeong Ha-yeon's faint breaths whispered in his ear. Mere sounds of air, yet they laid bare her tangled heart.
But his tongue, wedged through the parted lips, inevitably entwined with hers. Against his own hesitant thoughts, it felt so familiar—like finding its perfect match—as flesh and saliva blended seamlessly.
Seo Joo-hwan opened his eyes and pulled back. There she was, fair skin vividly flushed, gazing at him with trembling eyes.
Jeong Ha-yeon's lips twitched as if she had words to say, but she bolted upright instead. When he rose with her, she shot him a razor-sharp glare. "Pretend that never happened. I messed up too, so I'll let it go."
"......"
"...I'm heading out."
Jeong Ha-yeon swept the scattered printouts off the floor into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She spun on her heel and made for the door.
Seo Joo-hwan caught her hand. She whipped around, ready to snap. "You...!"
He reeled her in and kissed her once more—this time a light peck on the lips, no tongue. To keep her from bolting, he wrapped her tight in his arms.
He stroked her back slowly, patting gently.
Jeong Ha-yeon went rigid at first, then leaned her forehead against his shoulder. In a voice so soft it was almost inaudible, she murmured, "What the hell are you planning to do with me...?"
She tried to play it cool, but her voice quivered faintly.
They'd never delved deep in talks during their relationship, which made her expressions, her gestures, her tone all the easier to read.
"We said we'd be friends, right? Yeah? It's not too late yet..."
Seo Joo-hwan let out a quiet sigh. "Not too late" rang hollow, almost tragic.
It was way too late.
If he let her slip from his arms now, she'd slap on a mask come morning—acting casual, playing the normal friend to bury the awkwardness.
Time might smooth it out eventually, letting her face him without a hitch.
But until then? Her solo suffering was plain as day.
Gazing down at the Jeong Ha-yeon in his embrace, Seo Joo-hwan wondered, 'Does she still like me?'
Lingering affection might explain the awkwardness—or even without it, facing the ex you'd fucked countless times was bound to feel off. One thing was certain: he had zero plans to send her away like this.
"Ha-yeon-ah."
"...Yeah."
"Wanna be friends?"
"...You've been yapping about that. Smart choice. Let go."
Seo Joo-hwan scooped her up in one swift lift.
"Eek? Hey, put me—friends, you said?!"
"This is how we become friends."
"What kinda bullshit is that!"
He laid her wriggling form on the bed and climbed atop, locking eyes intently.
His persistent stare made her look away. Still watching her, he said, "Ha-yeon-ah, you think you can really play it cool if we just call it quits and go back?"
"......"
"I can't. The kiss? Nah, that's not it."
It had been awkward even before.
He'd thought things were fine around others—believed they'd reset to friends like she wanted.
But alone? The shift screamed.
Awkward air hanging thick, silence weighing heavy. Words dwindled, glances darted, you couldn't leave when you wanted, second-guessing every "friend" move versus taboo.
Was that friendship?
The mishap wasn't the core issue.
"I can see you suffering solo—how am I supposed to act normal?"
He might've before knowing better, but now? He knew too much about Jeong Ha-yeon. One-sided, sure.
Then her averted eyes met his. She glared daggers, fierce and tensed—like thorns raised to fend off hurt. Pitiful.
"...So what, date again? Break up later? Or cut ties, pretend we never met?"
Seo Joo-hwan shook his head. "Not saying date again."
"Then what the fu—hey! Crazy asshole, why're you undressing me!"
He hiked her top up, snaked a hand back, and unhooked her bra.
She thrashed, but he'd stripped women plenty. He whisked off the bra with ease and chucked his own shirt aside.
No clue if this was the answer, but better than nothing. Point of no return anyway—no need to agonize.
Seo Joo-hwan flashed a grin at her beet-red glare. "Wanna do it first?"
Jeong Ha-yeon lost it. "Psycho fucker! 'Do it' like it's no big deal?!"
"Just now figuring out I'm a psycho?"
"Crazy fuck! Let go!"
He ignored her, tugging at the top. Her flailing made it tricky.
Finally, he ditched that, shoving his head under the half-lifted fabric.
The moment white peaks came into view, her panicked shriek rang out. "Eek?! Get—get out! Out!"
"Been too long."
"How're you so chill... Hnng?!"
He cupped a breast, latched onto the pretty pink nipple. Tongue circled the areola as he kneaded from under, sweeping upward soft and slow.
"Ah...! Hic?! Crazy, out...!"
Jeong Ha-yeon flailed wildly at the bulging top. Fists pelted his head, but he just chuckled.
Barely any force behind them.
"......"
Soon, her fists stilled. She knew it was too late to back out now.
Seo Joo-hwan peeked out. "All done hitting?"
Her enlightened face twisted into a double glare. "Crazy fuck. I'll hit you again after."
"That's permission, right?"
"...Shut it before I snap your joints."
"Puhaha."
"Why the fuck you laughing?"
"Haven't heard you talk like that in ages."
"...Crazy."
Anger or fluster? Either way, he loved her curse-laced bite.
As he grinned wide, she sighed. Then tapped his chest. "Scoot. If we're doing it, shower first... I haven't."
"It's fine."
"Fine my ass! I'm not fin—ngh! F-fuck, shower first, psycho! I'm not running!"
"Love your scent, Ha-yeon."
"Pervert! Ahk!"
His hand dove into her pants, tracing the plump slit over her panties. He buried his face in the crook of her neck.
No skills.
No items, no skills. Didn't feel right now.
Even without, he knew her hotspots cold. They'd fucked dozens, hundreds of times.
She'd even sprouted new fetishes, gained extra sensitive spots from the madness.
Hell, she'd probably been more trained than Yoo Ji-kyeong.
"Ah, un! Hn!"
"Love that voice."
"Shut up, squeeze...!"
He caressed her while stripping the rest. Top off, pants down, panties followed—revealing that familiar white nude he'd seen endless times.
Still gorgeous.
Panting, Jeong Ha-yeon shielded her breasts. "Hey, kill the lights."
Suddenly shy after so long.
Seo Joo-hwan smirked mischievously. "Nah."
"Dog bastard."
"Can't argue. Dog bastard it is."
Trash already—what's a little more?
He shrugged, shedding pants and underwear. His rock-hard cock sprang free.
Jeong Ha-yeon drew a sharp breath at the sight.
Not the size—no shock there after stuffing it in so often.
Just... memories flooding back from the view alone.
He pressed the glans to her slit. Sensing what was coming, she called out. "Hey, Seo Joo-hwan."
"Listening. Speak."
"Sure you won't regret? Can you face me tomorrow?"
"At this point? Feels more awkward not to."
"......"
"You? If you'll regret, say it. I'll stop."
Jeong Ha-yeon chewed her lip, then spat a curse. "Dog bastard. Pound me already."
Schlurp!