Jealous Dongkyun
“Damn it……”
Alone in his room, Dongkyun chewed at his nails. It wasn’t a habit he’d always had—it had only started recently. His unfocused eyes drifted toward the phone lying nearby. He jabbed at the screen with irritable fingers until it lit up, flooding the dark room with light.
“Tch.”
It was fairly late. The thought that he hadn’t seen Suhee again today sent irritation surging through him. Where the hell was she going, and what was she doing? He hadn’t even masturbated lately, saving it all for her, and just thinking about Suhee made his cock stiffen hard. Even through the annoyance, the erection should have been enough to snap him out of it—but his lust was so fierce he was half out of his mind.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The footsteps in the hallway were faint, but for Dongkyun, nerves stretched taut, they were more than enough to catch at this hour. He edged toward the front door and pressed his ear close. The sound grew clearer. It didn’t sound like a man—lighter, softer. Dongkyun put his eye to the peephole.
The footsteps drew nearer. Holding his breath, he watched Suhee pass through his narrow field of view.
Click.
Before he even registered what he was doing, Dongkyun yanked the door open and burst out into the hall.
“Ah—you scared me.”
Suhee, still in her leggings from what looked like a workout, startled at the sudden door and the shadow of Dongkyun lunging into view.
“Ah, I……”
Only then did he realize what he’d done, and he stammered uselessly. The moment he saw the face he’d been craving, his lower body reacted like an animal’s.
“Hello?”
Suhee offered a small smile and greeted him first. She had seen that look, those manners, far too many times—the behavior of men who were completely gone for her. And that erection straining at his pants, like some Pavlovian dog—did he even know how obvious it was? She almost laughed out loud.
“Ah, yeah. Uh……”
Still fumbling for words, Dongkyun’s gaze raked over her body. He swallowed hard, as if catching drool before it could fall from the corner of his mouth. He’d meant to snap at her for always hanging around other men whenever he ran into her—but he couldn’t manage it at all.
“Well then.”
With another faint smile, Suhee turned to go. The reason she could simply walk away from that hard cock was simple enough: she had just come back from fucking Taejun at the gym until she was sick of it. He had stamina to spare, sure, but sex with Taejun was exhausting in its own way. Callous, almost. He never gave her time to recover, just flipped her around and pounded into her until her whole body ached.
“Wait.”
Dongkyun’s hand closed hard around the wrist of the woman trying to slip past him.
“Ah. What is it?”
His grip was hot. When she looked up into his eyes, something about them seemed a little off. He’d been hesitating, but now there was resolve in them—a burning stare fixed on her as he forced out the words he wanted to say.
“Come inside. I’m desperate.”
“Desperate for what?”
“Can’t you see this?”
The bluntness from a man who usually seemed so timid caught Suhee slightly off guard. His chin jerked toward the thick erection tenting his pants. Still, she had no intention of giving in that easily.
“So what am I supposed to do about it? I’m tired. Let go.”
She yanked her arm free. His hand didn’t drop on the first try, but after two or three sharp tugs it fell away completely.
“No, I……”
“No, nothing. I said I’m tired. Do I look like the kind of woman who just does whatever you ask?”
The snap in her voice dimmed the fire in Dongkyun’s eyes a little. Even so, the lust ruling his head still had the upper hand; he wasn’t ready to back down.
“I—I’ve been waiting a long time.”
“Ha……”
Suhee let out a short, incredulous breath and stared straight at him. Of all the men she’d worked on, she’d written Dongkyun off as the most timid, the least of a threat—so this side of him was almost refreshing. The others were usually the ones who fell in line. Still, he clearly needed his ego put down another notch. To her, he was nothing more than the most conveniently located dildo in the building.
“I’m too worn out today. I can’t.”
“Ah, but still……”
“I said I’m tired.”
Her cold dismissal finally snapped something in him. Dongkyun raised his voice right there in the hallway.
“Th-then at least do it with your hand!”
The sudden shout startled Suhee. Saying something like that that loud, in an officetel corridor, this late at night—she shoved him in the chest and pushed him back into his room.
Click.
The door shut. The two of them stood pressed close. Silence hung for a moment before Dongkyun spoke again.
“At least with your hand. I’ve held out for days.”
“You’re actually insane……”
His hard cock brushed against her legging-clad thigh. The sheer shamelessness of the demand sparked her own stubborn streak. Fine—let’s see how far he’d go. She shoved him harder and stepped deeper into the room.
“Ha…… This is ridiculous.”
“Wh-what?”
Even now his erection hadn’t flagged; she almost had to admire it. Her body was wrecked from rough sex, but playing along this much seemed fair enough. Suhee sighed and sat down beside him. That didn’t mean she planned to be gentle. Playing along was one thing—putting a little bratty outburst like this in its place was another.
“Take it out.”
“Oh.”
Dongkyun grinned like an idiot and shoved his pants down.
“You really are a weird guy.”
He looked normal enough on the surface, but what he was doing right now was almost impressively stupid.
“And with a cock that big……”
“Hah……”
Her hand drifted close without quite touching, and Dongkyun’s breathing turned ragged. Sitting pressed against her, he could feel her breath, her heat, and his body burned hotter. He’d asked for her hand, but deep down he was already hoping it would go further.
Thump.
“You can’t even hold it in, so you’re begging for a handjob?”
Even the deliberate anger in Suhee’s voice sounded sweet to him.
“Getting your dick rock-hard and begging a girl younger than you—does that seem right to you?”
“Hh—”
Her long white fingers wrapped around his cock. It was hard and hot. It twitched faintly, as if savoring the feel of her hand. She’d tried a more aggressive tone, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything—how to put it—the twitching only got worse. There were men like that sometimes. Men who liked being insulted, liked being handled roughly.
“Does it feel good? Say it. Begging for a handjob like this, huh?”
“I-it feels good…… nngh.”
“Pathetic. You can’t even take care of this yourself, so you’re asking the girl next door to jerk you off?”
“Haa…… ah.”
Pretty sure now. It suited his timid personality perfectly. Suhee leaned in and breathed against his ear.
“Hoo……”
“Nnh.”
“Pathetic little bastard.”
“Nngh—”
At the low whisper, Dongkyun’s whole body went rigid. Wondering if she’d gone too far, Suhee steeled her face and glanced at his expression—then smiled. He was trembling, eyes shut, lost in it. A little thrill rose in her too. Ordinarily she preferred being on the receiving end, but every so often a game like this wasn’t bad. Having at least one man she could torment in reverse might even be nice. A living dildo she could handle however she liked and use whenever she wanted.
“You like it? Say it. Now.”
Her speech dropped from polite to casual. Whether he was too far gone to notice or simply preferred it that way, Dongkyun kept answering her formally.
“I-it feels good.”
“Tell me properly where it feels good.”
“Haa…… my cock.”
Her hand coiled around his shaft, stroking slowly, while filthy words poured straight into his ear in that sweet voice—Dongkyun could barely think. Being treated like a pathetic joke while she touched him. It was bliss. He hadn’t always been this way, but she was special. Right now he was genuinely grateful that Suhee was touching his cock, jerking him off.
“Hah—”
Her fingers slid up the shaft to the head. She smoothed the bead of precome that had welled there, then spread the slick fluid over his glans.
“You pervert. Why are you twitching so much?”
“Haa…… ah……”
“Not even sorry, are you? Getting my fingers this filthy?”
“I’m sor— nnh.”
Her pretty fingers worked over the head of his cock. Every squeeze drew another thick leak of precome; he really had been holding out for days. The slick fluid coated not just his dick but her fingers, making wet, filthy sounds.
“Ah…… look at you dripping. So pathetic. You must really love this.”
“Nngh.”
“Can’t even talk straight. Some man you are……”
The words were harsh, but in Suhee’s voice even that sounded honeyed to him. And the way she tormented his cock while she said them only made it better.
Her other hand slipped under his shirt.
“Hah—”
Compared to Dongkyun’s burning skin, her hand was a little cool. The sensation of it sliding inward was vivid. From behind, her fingers climbed toward his chest.
At the same time, her tongue found his ear.
“Haa…… ah……”
With a lewd little sound she licked wetly along the shell of it. The hand inside his clothes rubbed gently at his nipple, and his hips jerked on their own.
“Augh.”
“What? Already about to come? How disappointing.”
“Hah—”
“Really…… mmh…… ah.”
On purpose, Suhee let a soft, dirty moan spill against his ear.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
So much precome had poured from his cock that her whole palm was soaked. Every insult, every squeeze and stroke of his shaft, only made it wetter.