Jealous.... (6)
“Okay, then how about Jamsil?”
“Yeah. All the restaurants and movie theaters are right there, so it's convenient.”
“Got it. I'll let Seonghwan know.”
“...Why not just have him come with us? Isn't it awkward meeting up separately just to tell him?”
“Nah, I was just gonna shoot him a text. The guy's been surprisingly busy lately—people hitting him up left and right. I messaged him earlier, but he said he's got prior plans, so we should grab dinner without him. Seems like he's cramming study sessions into his free periods and working evenings at his part-time gig, so it's tough to pin him down.”
Yun-su was trying his best not to let the awkwardness show. Including his military service, it had been over three years together—nearly two without the army factoring in. They weren't one of those couples who rushed ahead effortlessly, but he prided himself on the fact that they hadn't fallen into a rut of creaky complacency either.
But lately, Ye-seul seemed to be sidelining their time together, and it stung. It gnawed at him, deepening his worries. And her unexplained changes? His instincts were sharper than ever.
Clack.
Ye-seul set her chopsticks down on the table, and Yun-su flinched, glancing at her tray.
“All done? There's still a ton left.”
“Yeah. Food just doesn't taste good.”
“Isn't this a bit much? You barely ate half. You've been skipping dinners and heading to the library lately too.”
“It happens sometimes. My appetite comes back eventually, so don't worry about it.”
She might not have an appetite, but watching her stare blankly into space, chopsticks down in front of her boyfriend—it was tough for Yun-su to stomach.
Haa, what a mess.
Yun-su swallowed a sigh and steered the conversation back to keep things flowing.
“Any cravings for dinner?”
“Huh? Dinner? I've got homework to do at home tonight...”
As Ye-seul trailed off, Yun-su waved it off to clear the misunderstanding.
“Not tonight. This weekend. We've gotta eat after the movie. Figured I'd ask if there's anything you want. Food's no good lately, so let's splurge on something tasty that day.”
“Hmm...”
Ye-seul pondered the casual question like it was life-or-death, and Yun-su paused his meal, staring intently. She hesitated, rummaging through memories, before finally speaking.
“Gamjatang place, then. There's one in Jamsil I know. Big spot—no need for reservations.”
“Huh?”
For something he'd waited on so delicately, the plain menu choice deflated Yun-su completely.
“We could do better. Craving meat? Hit up a barbecue joint.”
“Gamjatang's fine, isn't it?”
“No, it's not bad or anything. Just... with your appetite off, thought we could go for something more nutritious, you know?”
“Nah. That's plenty.”
Ye-seul cut him off like there was no room for debate. Since she was so set on it, Yun-su had no complaints—the menu was locked in.
He pulled out his phone, texted Seonghwan the weekend plans, and dove back into his meal.
“......”
And across from him, Ye-seul silently watched Yun-su eat.
Dark and dank. Spring had arrived, but it was still that in-between season where shedding outer layers felt premature. For the man and woman entangled in a frenzy, sucking at each other desperately, time and place meant nothing.
“Mmph-mmph-mmph.”
The woman's stifled moans choked out around him, but the man didn't loosen his grip on her head, clutching as she engulfed his cock. Gulp after wet slurp echoed obscenely from her wide-open throat as she forced it deeper. Saliva dribbled from her stretched lips, glistening under the faint light.
“Hnnngh...”
Seonghwan simply stood there, absorbing her service, every shiver racing up his spine and tightening his thighs.
His eyes, flushed red, scanned the warehouse floor. Over the past few weeks, her secretive, flirtatious photos had built his lust to breaking point, leading to these hidden trysts. The space was familiar now; he'd makeshifted a spot with clean cardboard and bubble wrap.
Can't hold back anymore.
Romance was long gone. The moment he'd arrived and she'd pounced so aggressively, all stray thoughts vanished. Especially those seductive eyes gazing up as she mouthed him.
Slurp.
She swallowed the pooling saliva and precum, smiling wickedly before pulling off. Then, slowly, she lay back on the cardboard, spreading her arms and staring up at him.
Slowly.
Gulp.
Enthralled, Seonghwan knelt between her parted legs. His knees scraped slightly, but pain was distant. Her panties dangled from one ankle, thin fabric fluttering. He paused on that, then grabbed her foot from standing position, licking from calf downward.
Slurp. Smack. Suck.
As his lips trailed her calf, her back arched like a bow.
“Hnnngh?!”
A unintended moan escaped; she clamped her hands over her mouth. Transparent mucus beaded on her shyly closed folds, dripping one by one.
His tongue reached her inner thigh, then her pussy—she flung her hands wide, grabbing his head. Roles reversed from moments ago. He felt her fingers tremble in his hair.
Lick.
He teased her clit with a nibble.
“Ahhhnng!”
Her cry shattered the air; he buried his face in her folds without hesitation.
“Hup, haap, hnnph.”
Slurp-slurp. Smooch.
She bucked wildly as he devoured her. He restrained the urge to plunge his tongue inside, lapping furiously at her entrance instead.
Suck, slurp-slurp. Gulp.
She was drenched; no more foreplay needed. But Seonghwan was driven by pure greed. Her pretty pink labia, slick with arousal—sight alone thrilled him, yet his tongue pressed on.
Gulp, gulp.
“Uaaahhng.”
“Hnn-hnn-hnn.”
Teasing her entrance endlessly, she let out sticky moans. But as time wore on, impatience gripped her—her hands tightened, pressing his head harder. Her body quaked toward unfamiliar climax; he knew the moment had come.
He rose swiftly, facing her. Glazed eyes. Wet pupils. Lips twitching in pleasure. Below her graceful neckline, pale skin swelled into full, moon-like breasts, pink nipples shyly erect. Her pure beauty clashed decadently with her hazy expression.
Drinking her in, he gripped his rigid cock—near snapping—and aligned the tip with her entrance.
“......!!”
She stiffened at the hard touch on her sensitive spot. He gazed at her face, then leaned down to kiss her.
“Hnnmm.”
“Haaaaah...”
Wet tongues danced, warm breaths mingled, saliva binding them briefly. As her trembling eased, he pulled back. Her eyes still dreamy, a tear slipped from her damp lashes.
She smiled faintly, lips parting.
“Hnn... Hurry, just like that...”
Nod.
She'd shown no hesitation from the start, but he didn't want her enduring pain sacrificially. He craved her body open in heated ecstasy. Even in this dingy spot, sharing mutual pleasure.
Finally, sensing eager anticipation—not resolve—in her eyes, he thrust powerfully into her.
Squelch!
“Haaaaah! Aaaaahk!”
Pain from her broken hymen made her head snap back, wailing.
“Hnnngh. Eeeugh.”
Biting her lip to stifle it, her sweat-slicked agony was heartbreakingly beautiful.
Fuck... she's gorgeous.
Grateful even as she hid her pain for his sake, he cupped her cheeks, lifting her face. Tears welled—pain-tinged, unlike before. He licked them away, tracing her tear-streaked eyes.
Her arms wrapped his waist, squeezing tight.
Smack.
Their lips met over her wet eyes briefly. As he pulled away, she opened hers, locking onto his.
“Don't worry... Hurry. I'm really okay.”
Her soft smile urged him on, eyes sincere despite the lingering pain.
He couldn't wait forever anyway—her arousal was drying amid the hurt. Silently admiring her tear-and-sweat-kissed face, he nodded faintly and thrust again.
Squish.
“Hnnngh.”
Her head arched, but he pushed on.
Slap. Slaaap. Slap, slap.
His powerful rhythm drove his hardness through her tender depths.
“Hnnnph!”
Thud-thud-thud-thud.
Lost in desire, she dug nails into his shoulders as he pounded relentlessly.
“Hah-hah-hah-hah.”
Feeling his sweat drip onto her face, she yanked him down. He opened wide, tongue out in response.
“Hnnnngh.”
Sultry moans, slick tongues. He sensed her shedding the initial pain. Her tongue coiled his greedily, like craving honey. Hot breaths mingled between quivering lips; her nails eased from his shoulders, fingers trailing to his neck.
Trembling thighs. Her calves softly encircling his hips. He felt pleasure infiltrating her body—a mystical shared ecstasy.
Kissing deeply, eyes met. Hers curved into a crescent smile amid the sweat-slicked lust.
Pure, radiant.
And in her pupils, he saw his own reflection—grinning back just as wide.
The dim, gloomy space faded; only body heat, pounding hearts remained as they melted together.