A/N: This takes place right before Chapter 29 of I'd Eat Your Heart.
Also, I wrote this instead of sleeping. Happy Friday! :D
Tags: fingering; dry humping; nipple stimulation; a tiny bit of oral sex; equal parts fluff, hotness, and frustration
When Rang woke up for the second time on Saturday—earlier Ga Eul had coerced him into cuddling with her before he'd fallen back to sleep—Ga Eul was lying next to him in her pink plaid pajamas and staring at him with such an adoring expression he thought he'd turned back into a cat without realizing it.
"This is fun," she said quietly but enthusiastically.
"What is?" Rang mumbled. The blue digits on his alarm clock read 9:34 AM, and nothing should be fun at that time in the morning.
"I always wanted to wake up next to my boyfriend. And cuddle. And watch things. And have lazy mornings on the weekend. Did you want to do that before with your girlfriend?"
"I never gave it much thought," he mumbled sleepily, closing his eyes again. He didn't want to give it much thought now either.
"Oh...But it is fun, isn't it?" Ga Eul persisted. He could tell she was wide awake and possibly already caffeinated—probably due to her unnatural sleep schedule.
"Except for the waking up part." Rang groaned, burying half of his face in his pillow.
Go away. I like you, but I'll like you more in three hours.
"Do you want to know what else I always wanted to do?" Ga Eul continued excitedly.
Rang opened one eye. Ga Eul still had that look of pure adoration on her face. He'd never seen such a look directed at him, except by Soo-oh. Ga Eul could be childlike that way. Sweet and innocent.
At the moment, her angelic expression was the only thing stopping him from kicking her out of the bed and, frankly, out of the bedroom.
"I…" Ga Eul looked down shyly and picked at her pillowcase. "I also wanted to wear one of my boyfriend's shirts. Can I wear one of your shirts?" Her eyes flicked up to his, a tentative hope shimmering in them, and though he wanted to stay annoyed with her for bothering him before noon, Rang softened under her stare and waved vaguely in the direction of his wardrobe.
"Sure. Pick out whatever you want." Then let me go back to sleep. Please.
Ga Eul broke into a luminous smile and leapt off the bed. He heard her rummage around in his wardrobe. A few minutes later, she reappeared wearing one of his black dress shirts, and he was glad he'd opened his eyes again so he could see her bare legs poking out from underneath his shirttails; the shirt fit her like a short dress, and she'd had to roll up the sleeves. He could see her nipples through the thin fabric, and his morning erection got even harder. Suddenly, Rang was fully awake.
"Can I take this one home with me?" she asked in a hopeful, yet still unsure, tone, and ordinarily he would have said, Absolutely not; I don't share my food, and I sure as hell don't share my shirts.
That was one of his favorite shirts, too—glossy black with a faint decorative pattern. But she looked so damn good in it—a lot better than he did—with her striking copper hair offsetting the dark fabric and her curves teasingly obscured. And he was, as always, weak to her requests.
"Sure," he managed hoarsely.
Another radiant grin lit up Ga Eul's face.
"Thank you!" she exclaimed, hugging herself and beaming joyfully. She rejoined him on the bed, and this time he kept his eyes wide open as she slid right up next to him underneath the covers.
"You're the best boyfriend ever," she gushed, kissing his cheek, and Rang doubted that was true, but he smiled back at her all the same. She rolled over so he could cuddle her from behind like they'd done earlier that morning, and that first brush of her ass against his engorged cock made his breath hitch and his member twitch achingly.
He'd stripped off his sweatpants and sweatshirt earlier and now only wore his black boxers, so his cock felt extra sensitive as he pressed himself against her. He slid his hand up the outside of her thigh, then underneath his shirt and over her breast, confirming what he already believed—she only wore her panties under his shirt. He cupped her left breast and rolled her stiff nipple under his thumb.
"Is this okay?" he mumbled.
"Yes," Ga Eul said, shifting closer to him.
Another rub against his cock.
Rang squeezed his eyes shut.
He wanted to rut against her until he came in his boxers, but instead he stayed perfectly still and willed his erection to calm down. They hadn't done anything like that before. Of course, she hadn't worn his shirt before either.
Rang spent a few minutes teasing her breasts, ghosting his fingers over her soft mounds and tugging at her nipples. Ga Eul had such lovely breasts, and she arched into him whenever he did something she particularly liked.
Finally, he worked his fingers down her stomach and slipped them into her panties.
"Can I?" he whispered, tracing circles in the dark hair above her mound.
"Yes," Ga Eul whispered, shifting even closer to him. As close as she could get. She hooked her left leg back over his, opening herself up to him, and when he dipped into her, he found her soaking wet.
His cock throbbed, nestled against her asscheeks.
She was perfect, he thought, as he rolled his thumb in her wetness, then brought it up to her clit. He pressed down, and she whimpered. Perfect, perfect. So wet for him.
Her thick outer lips, too, were so puffy and in need of attention.
He slipped her out of her panties before teasing her further, wanting no restrictions. Wanting her totally spread open for him beneath his bedcovers, even if he couldn't see it.
He pressed his thumb into her clit once more, then began a slow but rough rhythm. He knew what Ga Eul liked now. A slow rhythm to begin with, gradually speeding up until it was inhumanly fast. And firm, consistent circles, always.
No, not firm. Hard. Enough pressure to batter her clit. To make it red and swollen and untouchable for hours.
He worked her over exactly the way she liked, all the while inching his finger downward, deeper and deeper into her wet folds.
"Can I?" he whispered again.
She said yes, and it took him a few tries, but he finally slid his finger halfway in, then all the way in, meeting little resistance along the way. She was just so fucking wet. His soulmate. So horny and wet for him. And her insides were hot as a furnace. He gulped, his own breaths growing uneven as he watched her fall apart under his ministrations.
Yes, that's it. Your pet fox knows exactly what you like. Your pet fox can take good care of you, little human. You're going to remember how I made you cum in this shirt every fucking time you wear it.
Her mouth fell open, and she panted heavily as he sped up his fingers. Her head lolled back on his pillow. Her eyes remained closed as he worked her over, keeping a steady, relentless pulse on her clit as he swirled his finger inside of her, crooking his fingertip to massage that spongy spot inside her.
That's right. Your pet fox is going to make you cum. So go ahead and cum. You know you want to. Resistance is futile, my little human.
Ga Eul rocked her body back into his, trembling against him. Her mouth gaped, and he wrung what sounded like a half-moan, half-sob from her. Her walls were clenching his finger mercilessly by this point, and he wanted to be inside her so bad. So, so bad.
She continued these sob-like pants at intervals, and with her mouth open like that, he couldn't help but imagine her taking him down her throat. This did not help the ache in his cock, and he gritted his teeth.
At long last, Ga Eul shuddered. A little, then a lot, her body wracked with a powerful orgasm. He could feel it as her walls tightened even more around his finger, as though they might suck it in.
Fuck, it was going to be amazing when he finally got to be inside her. Especially if she was that wet. Even her pubic hair was damp, but that might have been sweat by that point. He slid his finger out of her folds and brought it up to his lips. She tasted honey-sweet, as always, and he sucked his finger like he was sucking meat from a bone. He wanted to put his face between her thighs and lick her clean, but he knew she would be too sensitive.
Ga Eul rolled over on her stomach and buried her face in his pillow, breathing heavily, the fabric of his black dress shirt bunched up and crumpled around her shoulders.
It took a few moments for her to regain any sort of composure, which meant he had done his job well, and he gave himself an intangible pat on the back.
He was very good at granting these sorts of favors.
He only wished that he could ask her for a favor in return. Not that he would make her owe him anything. Ever. But he really wanted to cum now, and he couldn't do it the way he normally would.
Rang squirmed.
Maybe if he didn't ask for that, though...Maybe if he asked for…
No, she probably wouldn't like that. What would she even get out of it?
Still, he could ask. He wanted to ask. He wanted so badly to ask.
Ga Eul was still lying on her stomach, so he gently eased his weight on top of her and curled himself around her, then whispered in her ear what he wanted to do.
She paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Okay," she said quietly, and suddenly it was Rang's turn to get excited.
He settled more fully on top of her, curling his body around hers like a protective shell from above—and hopefully keeping her warm, since she liked that. He nudged her asscheeks open and settled his clothed member between them, wishing he could feel her bare skin instead, but this was better than nothing. Arranging her arms out at the sides of her head, he placed his hands on top of hers and laced their fingers together.
Then Rang began rutting into her, the covers sliding up and down his bare back in time with each thrust, the fabric of his own shirt rubbing his nipples until they peaked and tenderized. He kissed Ga Eul's neck, burying his face in her scent as he tightly gripped her fingers. He imagined her wet heat enveloping his cock the way it had embraced his one finger—so snug and warm. He imagined her making all the delightful little sounds she'd just made as he filled her to the brim. He wanted her so bad, he couldn't think of anything else—it was a painful sort of want—and he held that image of her lying underneath him, her mouth gaped open and emitting those torturous half-sobs, firm in his mind as he ground frantically against her hips. Yes, one day he was going to stretch her out on his cock and fuck her and fuck her until those half-sobs became full moans, until her walls spasmed around his member over and over and her wetness dripped down his balls. He drove into her harder and faster and shakily breathed into her hair. He couldn't keep himself from whimpering. Just a little more. A little more…
Rang came in a few violent spurts, creaming his underwear. He collapsed on top of Ga Eul in a fit of spasms and clung to her as he rode out his orgasm, panting in her ear.
The fog in his brain didn't lift for a while, but when it did, he felt something he'd never felt after a release.
Warmth. Safety.
He didn't want to push his partner away. He wanted to pull her closer, even though they were already as close as two people could be, without being physically joined. He suddenly felt extraordinarily clingy, like he wanted to be held, and he didn't know what to do with that.
He shook himself, batting the feeling away.
"Rang?" Ga Eul's small voice emerged from underneath him, and he realized he must be crushing her. Rolling onto his back, he carefully extricated himself from the covers.
"Sorry," he mumbled. "I have to clean up first. I'll come back and clean you too."
"Oh...Okay," Ga Eul answered, and he hurried away to take care of his ruined underwear.
When he returned, he brought a damp washcloth with him and passed it over her hips and back, removing any traces of his depravity. He made sure she was okay with what he'd done. Then, wearing a fresh midnight blue pair of boxers, he crawled into bed beside Ga Eul, kissed her cheek, and placed the covers on top of them once more. He curled himself into the fetal position, facing Ga Eul, and closed his eyes, eager to regain the hour of sleep he'd just lost now that he was so relaxed.
Not that he regretted losing that hour. Not in the slightest.
A few minutes passed. Rang could feel himself beginning to doze, and right when he was on the edge of sleep, Ga Eul's voice called to him again.
"Um...Rang?"
"Hmm?"
A few seconds of silence. Then, timidly…
"Could you use your mouth?"
Rang frowned.
What was she...Oh.
Oh.
Rang opened his eyes. Ga Eul was biting her lip.
"Right now?" he asked.
Ga Eul nodded.
Rang blinked. He hadn't been expecting that. Not at all. Ga Eul never asked for seconds.
"It's not too sensitive?" he clarified.
"Sometimes...I like the pain," she admitted shyly, blushing, and somehow, that confession woke Rang up again. Sleep still tugged at him, but the look on Ga Eul's face—as if he were the only person in the world that could possibly satisfy her at that moment—tugged at him stronger.
He made a big show of yawning and stretching, but then he wrapped his hand loosely around her throat, tilted her chin up with his thumb, and offered her his most wicked smile.
"Okay," he agreed, "But you asked for it, so don't complain later."
"Okay," Ga Eul said. She smiled bashfully, and he leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose. He tore the covers away from both of them, then made his way to the foot of the bed.
Rang tugged Ga Eul down by her shirt-clad waist until her ass sat near the bed's edge. Pinning her legs back with his forearms, he knelt in front of her on one of his bed pillows. She was completely bare under his shirt; she hadn't even put her panties back on after he'd cleaned her—his filthy, insatiable little human.
Pressing his nose to her clit and his mouth to her folds, Rang kissed her messily, passionately, like he would her mouth, his tongue swirling, her sweetness filling his senses once again.
She was right. This was fun.
And as she tugged on his hair and canted her hips up to meet his face, he could tell it was going to be a long, lazy morning in bed.
