W: smut.
Renée didn't know what she was thinking when she stood in front of Hyunjin's door. A stranger. A man who had told her his intentions with her.
Hyunjin had found her attractive and he wasn't shy to admit it. She knew what this would lead to when she knocked at his door. But at that moment, she decided that she wanted to be found attractive. To be loved. To be touched.
Hyunjin opened the door. He observed her with narrow calculated eyes. "Renée." He said before letting her without questioning further. "I got your message. I didn't think you'd actually come."
"I contemplated a bit but I'm here now."
"Why did you come here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Was her text message not clear enough?
"I know, it's just, I need to make sure that you're sure of what you want."
"I know, I'm sure. I'm not a child."
"I'm aware."
"Then don't treat me like one."
A small smile graced his lips. "I don't plan on it."
He took her hand and as he led her past the passage, the living room and into his bedroom.
Renée never been in his room. He felt like this would be the most intimate part of himself. Like looking into his soul. The room was mostly empty, too clean like he could afford someone to clean up after him. That was probably the case.
She thought that the room felt right for him. Cold, impersonal and expensive. She sat on the bed and the sheets too were cold, feeling them briefly before looking up to see him watching her.
He looked at her with a strange conviction she couldn't quite make out. His dark eyes shone differently in the night. Almost sinister, like a temptress, leading her into making a mistake.
Hyunjin took his seat beside her on the bed, his hand rested gently on her cheek as he observed her. Renée took the chance to truly look at his features, eyes glinting with want before he placed his lips on hers. A gasp escaped her lips before she let himself fall into the kiss.
Hyunjin gripped her waist, pulling her closer to her body. Hands were large, way large– unfamiliar. His lips felt different from anything he'd felt in years. Drowning the the softness, though they lacked some firmness, something felt different. Guilt took over her senses.
Hyunjin pulled away softly and looked at her. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. I want to continue." She grabbed at his shirt.
"Then why are you hesitating?"
Silence.
"You're thinking of him right?"
"All I do is think of him. I think he's sick of me. But I'm sick of him too. I'm sick and tired."
"I don't want it to seem like I'm using you while you're vulnerable."
"I'm came here on my own, I know what that entailed. Just touch me, please."
Hyunjin didn't hesitate and came into her space. Lips crashing like fireworks. For once, she let her inhibitions go and went for it. Letting his hands wander, and her tongue surrended to the youngers. Let the gates open, let the younger feel her up, free her of her clothing.
She pulled at his shirt, a silent demand for him to take it off. He obeyed. The lone clothing items making a random mess as they pooled on the floor.
She touched him up for all he was, refusing to let her mind wander about the things he wasn't. Too big, or too thin in areas she wasn't used to.
All that mattered was that he was eager. Wanting her as though if he hesitated for even a second again, Renée would let go. Like a child holding on to candy. He was still so uncertain on how the go about it, but he had his mind set.
Renée was rid of all her clothes. Laying beneath him, so exposed than she'd felt in quite a while. He noticed Hyunjin stare at her from his position above her.
Renée whined in embarrassment and pulled for him to be close, so he stopped watching her so shamelessly. Hyunjin leaned in, placing softer kisses up her neck.
The soft kisses a distraction till she felt his fingers rubbing gently at her walls. She let out a devastatingly loud moan at the minimal contact. He took this as a sign and he let a finger slip past her velvet walls, his kisses had stopped at that point. His eyes just watching her desparate expressions as his fingers continued to invade.
She wasn't so sure why his gaze was so intense. And not with passion or anything she recognised, but it was more of as if she were an experiment to him or a puzzle to solve.
She wasn't sure if she liked it but she kept her eyes shut to avoid the embarassment she couldn't help but feel. Embarrassed at how wet she was, soaking, how she was reacting to his fingers alone, two fingers.
She felt a third finger teasing, rubbing at her clit as the two fingers garnered an unrelenting rhythm.
"Hyunjin please..." She let out. She wasn't sure what she was asking for but she couldn't help but continue to beg.
He continued working his fingers till she felt him pull away, a pause, some shuffling noise she wasn't quite sure was, then he was back.
Renée noticed he held a bottle in his hands, pouring the liquid in his hand before placing it back on the dresser beside her. He brought his lubed hand jerked himself slowly.
Renée arched at the almost pornographic sight, it was, the sight of him was pornographic. His stomach caved in as he rubbed down slowly, making his half-hard cock gleam.
He returned rubbing her once more, lathering her up, as though she wasn't already wet enough.
He didn't have to do much work now. He slid a finger in again and her gaping hole greedily swallowed it in. She twisted and turned, desparate for more. She could tell Hyunjin was eager too, too hot to wait, she could tell by the pre-cum that leaked on her thigh.
He lined himself against her, adjusting her legs and he loomed over her. She knew what was coming. He looked down, guiding himself into her.
"Fuck." Hyunjin said almost in awe. Renée hid at the wet intrusive noise. She was embarassed at how wet she was. Now that she thought about it, judging by his excited reaction, Hyunjin might actually die at that.
Hyunjin slid in with ease. An array of soft cusses seeping out as he entered. While Chan curved and wide he was more straight and long, reflecting his lanky stature
Her dark hair littered the pillow, as she writhed and struggled with moans. She adjusted to the size and she realised that it really has been a while.
Renée enjoyed that he was losing his mind over her body. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to reciprocate with physical contact. Chan would let her recieve pleasure. She loved to receive pleasure, watching how Chan lost his mind over her body. And Chan liked to give it. And watch her lose her mind over his touch. He understood that sometimes Renée was far too gone in ecstasy to reciprocate.
Hyunjin gained a steady rhythm, rocking against her.
She guided him to rock against at a certain angle, an angle that she loved. The angle that always took her there. "Here." He understood her instruction and shifted his position. A suprised sound drew out from her as he found it at his first try. With his length he could easily reach that sweet spot repeatedly.
She let out cries as she felt herself crumble between his arms which caged her on the bed
"You're so beautiful." His voice was shaky.
Hyunjin knows she's a model, that word was thrown around so much here it lost it's value. Does Hyunjin really think she's beautiful, or was he just in the heat of the moment?
It didn't matter. It was one thing to be called beautiful in a couture piece and another to be called that while someone was coming undone at your body.
She wondered why it felt so wrong to feel this good, to be touched by someone else. Her thoughts jumbled in her head, all the guilt and shame twisting into thoughts of please.
Fuckfuckfuck.
Was all she could hear, everything was building up. Becoming too hot.
Then she let go, coming undone at his touch alone. She panted as she felt his movements restrict as she clenched around him. He cussed as he stopped completely as she let herself drench his sheets.
She fell on the bed, panting, trying to catch herself from her high. Hyunjin watched her from below him.
She reached up and kissed him. His lips, he reciprocated. She wondered down to his neck, giving tiny sucks before she felt him brush her off gently.
"No hickeys. I work with my body.
"Right, sorry." She let out a tiny laugh. But Hyunjin wasn't. He looked drunk at her. She could feel him lightly humping at her leg
She looked down and he was still hard. She was in shock at how he was lasted, he had yet to reach his high. She realised he must have the sexual appetite of a teenager then.
So she leaned in, closer and guided him to his ecstasy... Over and over and over that night.
It was her thank you for him keeping her stomach full.
Ew bruh you actually read this chapter? After the warning? Gross 💀