A/N: I don't know where this came from. It just appeared.
Also, in a strange way, I suppose this could be thought of as comfort sex…
This chapter is set after Chapter 31 of I'd Eat Your Heart.
Tags: kissing, biting, light predator/prey dynamic, light hair pulling, dom/sub overtones, oral sex (Rang does for Ga Eul), face-sitting, fingering, masturbation, oral sex fantasy (Ga Eul does for Rang), finger-sucking and biting
To tell the truth, Ga Eul had been rather nervous giving Rang the couple rings. He still kept so much of himself closed off from her that she wasn't sure how he would feel about such an open display of romantic attachment. And, yes, she did worry, just a bit, that he wouldn't want to be so openly tied to a human. Nothing Rang did made her feel this way, except for the outburst he'd had some months back when he'd made her cry. It was just that irritating fear of rejection that had taken root in her heart and wouldn't leave, no matter how much she wanted it to. It didn't help that making the hwajeon had reminded her of making Yi Jeong's chocolates, the ones he'd accepted while simultaneously rejecting her.
Lately, on some days, she felt so happy and secure in her relationship with Rang that she believed she'd completely recovered from her heartbreak, but on other days, particularly on stressful ones, all the bad feelings resurfaced, and she'd have to do something assertive to combat them, like send Rang pictures of her lunch so that he would predictably reply that he wanted to eat with her. Or wear Rang's shirt around her apartment as if it were a shield she could hide behind.
A few nights after their picnic, she had a performance review at work that didn't go as well as she'd hoped it would, followed by a parent-teacher conference that didn't go well at all. By the time she returned home later than usual after an exhausting day, she wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball—a Rang-shaped, donut-shaped ball—and cry.
She went straight to bed, where she only cried a little but spent half an hour debating whether to call Rang or not. They texted all the time, but it was mostly about silly things. Plus she thought she might cry again if she heard Rang's voice, and he probably thought she cried too much.
Maybe Rang was doing something fun—Rang liked having fun; he liked considering himself above human problems—and he probably wouldn't like to be interrupted over something as mundane as work anxiety. She didn't want to bother him.
Then again, she'd always been so careful not to bother Yi Jeong with her problems while hoping that he would magically show more interest in her on his own, and that hadn't panned out so well.
Still, she didn't know how to do this—how to expect someone to be there for her. Ga Eul stared at her phone for a long time, first at Rang's picture on her home screen and then at Rang's phone number and then at Rang's picture again.
Only one way to find out, she supposed, pressing her thumb to the call icon.
"I told you not to go back to work. We could be in Jeju right now," Rang announced as soon as she opened the door for him. He was standing outside her apartment, hands in his pockets, dressed in his dark jeans and his decoratively stitched black jacket; his choker peeked out from the open collar of his black dress shirt.
Ga Eul smiled, her chest filling with warmth. Was it possible she hadn't had the best performance review because of how distracted she'd been lately?
Possibly.
She cared about her students and taught them what they needed to know, of course, but perhaps some extra things had fallen through the cracks...
At the moment, she didn't care. Her whole being was bursting with giddiness. Rang had come, even though it was nearly her bedtime and he'd been at his brother's house when she'd called him. She rushed up to him and gave him a huge hug, instantly feeling better when he slid his fingers into her hair. She wanted to be this happy forever.
"I know," she answered, resting her head against his chest. "But I still like my job, so don't get mad at me, okay?"
"I'm not mad at you. I just think you're crazy."
"Okay. I'm crazy." Pulling away, Ga Eul took him by the hands and tugged him inside. "You're still going to cuddle with me, right?" she asked, shutting the door.
"I don't know," he said, cocking his head and stalking towards her in a way that made her walk backwards. "Should I cuddle with the crazy human who chose a bunch of kids over me?"
Ga Eul nodded, grinning enthusiastically.
"Yes, you definitely should."
"I don't know." Rang pulled a face. "I kind of feel like doing this instead."
Suddenly, Rang disappeared in a blur of movement. Before Ga Eul could react to this development, two strong arms scooped her up from behind, bridal style, and she squealed as Rang spun her through the air, faster and faster until she grew too dizzy and begged to be put down. Rang tossed her onto the bed, and the impact from hitting the mattress knocked the breath from her lungs. He jumped on top of her, and her insides fluttered with nervous excitement as he rolled her over and pinned her on her stomach. Twisting her hair away from her scalp and tugging on it, just enough to induce a mild shock of pain, he kissed her exposed neck, right where she was most ticklish, and made her laugh uncontrollably.
"Did you know that foxes stalk their prey until they're within striking distance?" he murmured in her ear, the heat of his mouth sending a shiver straight down to her belly. "Then they rush at them suddenly and pounce. If it's a larger prey, the fox kills it immediately, but if it's smaller, they like to play with it a bit first." He bit into the back of her neck and growled playfully. The hand in her hair pressed her head into the mattress, gently but firmly.
Trapped underneath him, Ga Eul giggled.
I like being a prey, she thought nonsensically. It feels safe and warm. Like being in a cocoon.
Rang playfully kissed and nipped at her neck—though he didn't suck any bruises, per her constant instructions—for another minute or so. Finally, he stood up and let her roll over.
Ga Eul's head felt fuzzy. Another minute of Rang's neck kisses, and she would have been a mindless blob.
"See? Don't you wish you had spent the day with me instead?" Rang asked, smirking down at her.
Ga Eul smiled, tingling all over.
"You make a very compelling case," Ga Eul conceded.
Appearing satisfied with that answer, Rang began removing his belt. Ga Eul sat up, already dressed for bed in Rang's dress shirt and her plum-colored lounge shorts; she kicked off her shorts as she watched him undress but kept Rang's dress shirt and her blue cotton panties on.
"I don't want to go to school tomorrow," she confessed. It was Tuesday night, and tomorrow would only be the middle of the week.
"Don't go," Rang said, unbuttoning his dress shirt to reveal the muscles in his abs and the scar that struck across them. When he took the shirt off, she had a lovely view of his entire torso and the broad, muscular shoulders at the top of his frame. He left his choker on. "Let's run away to Jeju. We can see Mount Hallasan since you wanted to go to a mountain so bad."
He smiled at her, teasingly, and Ga Eul thought, nonsensically again, I'd run away with you anywhere.
"You're going to hike Mount Hallasan? A seven hour hike?" Ga Eul answered instead, raising her eyebrows. Rang had stripped down to his black boxers now; he'd worn his form-fitting ones today, and she could see the bulge of his member poking out from them. She was highly fascinated with that part of him now, not least because she wasn't allowed to touch it. Maybe if her curiosity could be better satisfied, she would stop staring at it at every opportunity when she thought he wasn't paying attention. As it was, Ga Eul forced herself to look up at Rang's face while he answered her.
"I said we could see the mountain," Rang replied, folding his clothes neatly on top of Ga Eul's nightstand. "I didn't say we would hike up it."
"If we don't get to see the view, what's the point? I might as well go back to school then."
Rang stuck his tongue out at her, and she stuck her tongue out right back. He gently pushed her onto her back and arranged her body in the position he desired. Soon she was lying with her head on her pillow on her side of the bed, and he was hovering over her, pinning her wrists down and kissing her, his tongue gently slipping in and out of her mouth and his lips brushing softly against hers. He scattered light pecks on her lips and chin.
When Ga Eul had first started kissing Rang, she thought he only knew how to kiss in a rough, frantic way; it had been fun and had matched the urgency they'd both felt in that moment, but ultimately that style of kissing was a bit painful for her jaw. While he still kissed her that way if things got really heated, in general, his kisses were softer now, but they lasted just as long, if not more, and they felt more sensual that way. More intimate. Like, for instance, now he wasn't kissing her at all, just rubbing his nose against hers in a way that made her heart flutter, and she smiled and opened her eyes so she could stare into the abyss of Rang's dark irises.
"I have a plan if you want to hear it." He pecked her nose. His warm voice had a fuzzy, breathy quality to it that she usually only heard in bed. It made her tingle all over again, from her breasts to her thighs.
"A...plan?" she managed.
Rang nodded, a mischievous smile creeping over his features. He leaned in and put his mouth up to her ear.
"So I was thinking that your school probably has a database of addresses for the people who work there," he hummed in a low, velvety voice. "Here's what we'll do. I'll use my shapeshifting skills to get into the teacher's apartment. I'll start one fire in his bedroom and another fire in his kitchen, just for good measure. Then I'll jump out of the window. I told you I always land on my feet, right? Now as for the parent—"
"Wait, wait," Ga Eul protested, and Rang pulled away so she could look at his face. "We're going to kill the teacher who gave me a poor evaluation?" she clarified. How Rang could be so gently kissing her one moment and in the next moment discussing, in an equally gentle manner, setting a house fire was beyond her understanding, but it was the perfect illustration of the contradiction that was Lee Rang. She supposed she should have known he would suggest something like that though. He was highly protective of her. Murderously so.
Rang laughed maniacally.
"Of course not. I know my little human doesn't like killing people, so we can make sure he's out of his house while that's happening," he noted encouragingly.
"You mean...while his house is on fire?"
"Exactly. While his house is on fire." She could hear the smug satisfaction in Rang's voice.
"What if he has family members who live with him?" Ga Eul asked.
"Then we can get them out too," Rang answered dismissively.
"Well, what about all the other people in his apartment complex? What if the fire spreads to their apartments?"
Rang huffed.
"You know, you're making a fairly simple plan unnecessarily complicated," he scolded. He let go of her wrists and rolled onto his back, and his voice became a lament. "Ah, this would have been so much easier six hundred years ago. No skyscrapers. No security cameras." Rang looked so forlorn as he stared up at the ceiling, ruminating on the past, that Ga Eul nearly felt sorry for him, but then she remembered he was talking about how much easier it had been to murder people...or, at least, to commit arson...and shook herself.
Snuggling up to his side, with her leg draped across his waist, and laying her head on his chest, Ga Eul asked, "Why do you assume I want revenge? Not everyone wants revenge. I just want to cuddle with my pet fox. See? I feel better already." She traced up and down the veins in his arm.
"You'd feel even better if your pet fox got rid of your problems," Rang replied in such a seductive tone of voice that Ga Eul wondered if that was the voice he used to hypnotize his victims.
Ga Eul didn't feel hypnotized, but she did feel a tingle of warmth spread through her body. She didn't know if it was caused by desire or fear or a strange sense of security, or some odd combination of all three. It was a heady, drunk feeling, overwhelming enough that she dropped her hand from Rang's arm to his chest.
What was it Rang had told her before? That she should take advantage of having him as her pet fox. That he would take care of anyone who bothered her if she wanted him to. That she would never owe him anything for it. If she had all that power, why not use it?
She shook herself again.
Oh, what was she even thinking? It wasn't like her to want power like that. Maybe Rang's voice really was drugging her into saying 'yes.' She didn't think he was doing it intentionally, though, or it would have worked.
"No, thank you," she answered softly, hugging Rang as if she could actually keep him from doing anything he wanted to do. "I just want to cuddle," she asserted.
She waited for Rang to make a reply, but none came, save for Rang's briefly tightened grip on her hip, which he'd been fondling, and she wondered if this was the sort of thing Yu Ri would have done with him, no questions asked. She wondered if Rang missed having a partner in crime. Maybe he'd prefer someone more…criminally inclined.
She shoved the thought away. Rang liked her, not Yu Ri, she reminded herself.
Nevertheless, she breathed out in relief when Rang patted her on the head, gave another sigh, and mumbled, "Okay, little human." He kissed the top of her head, and they passed a few minutes in silence. Rang restlessly sifted her hair and pulled up her—his—dress shirt so he could sneak his hand under her panties and stroke her hip, and she felt like he was itching to do something, but he didn't try to convince her to set any more fires.
He did, however, suggest something else.
"If you don't want revenge then...what usually makes me feel better, besides revenge, is making another individual submit in a physical contest." Rang slipped his finger inside the crack of her ass and dragged it gently over her asshole. This was not a place Ga Eul had ever expected to find pleasure in, but she'd discovered she got very tingly when he touched her there, and it was hard to fully concentrate on what he'd said. After a moment, her brain caught up.
"Oh? You're going to let me beat you at thumb wrestling?" Ga Eul asked, trying to think of something mundane. They played thumb wars a lot, and Ga Eul lost...a lot.
Most of the time, actually.
All of the time, actually.
"Why would a human beat a nine-tailed fox at that?" He dragged his nails over her hip, and Ga Eul pretended they were his claws. She wondered how his claws would feel all over her body and nearly got sucked into one of her persistent daydreams.
When she'd come back to herself, she stuck her tongue out at Rang, then thought better of it and stuck her rolled tongue out at Rang. She held it out for a long time, trying to get a reaction.
Rang snapped his teeth at her, as if he might bite her tongue off, and she withdrew her tongue automatically.
Ga Eul giggled. She could so easily make him jealous of her tongue ability.
"Never mind. I rescind my offer," Rang replied testily. He even took his hand out of her panties, and Ga Eul mourned the loss of contact.
"No, no." Ga Eul tugged on his arm. "I want to know what it is."
Rang didn't answer for a minute, choosing instead to sulk at the ceiling, but Ga Eul knew if she waited out his mood he'd speak to her again.
Sure enough, he sighed, wrapped his arm around her waist, looked down at her, and said, "I'm only going to make this offer once, so listen carefully."
Ga Eul nodded.
"Once tonight?" she clarified.
"Once in your very short life."
"Oh."
"You can…" Rang trailed off, looking down at her as though he were deigning to offer her a secret treasure, then continued, "You can sit on my face if you want."
It took a moment for Ga Eul to make sense of what he'd said, but when she did, she snorted, then laughed.
"I'm sorry. I thought you said I can sit on your face," Ga Eul managed between giggles.
"Yes. That is what I said," Rang replied, utterly serious.
Ga Eul blinked.
"Oh...But what does that mean?" She giggled again, nervously this time.
"It means...Didn't you read about this too?" Rang burst out frustratedly. "It's when I use my mouth on you. Only you're on top of me, and you can...control what's happening...You can suffocate me if you want."
Ga Eul's cheeks heated, and she ducked her head down.
Oh. She could suffocate him...with her...um…
Yes, she had read about that somewhere...at some point…
She hadn't quite imagined doing it to Rang though; he quite passionately preferred being on top, even if they were only kissing.
Well, maybe that explained why this was a one-time offer. In her very short life. She couldn't deny that the act sounded intriguing, but...
"You'll let me..."—Ga Eul's cheeks grew even warmer—"suffocate you...but you won't let me beat you at thumb wrestling?" she asked.
"Haven't you learned anything at all about nine-tailed foxes? I only do things if I'm getting something out of it. What could I possibly gain from letting you beat me at thumb wrestling?"
"The sheer joy on your girlfriend's face," Ga Eul enthused, casting him a luminous smile as she looked up at him again.
Rang raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
"Last chance. Either say 'yes' to my suggestion or roll over so that I can suffocate you."
Ga Eul frowned.
"Well, that doesn't seem like a choice at all."
"'Yes' or 'no?'"
Ga Eul squinted at him. Though she'd never tried it before, she might actually enjoy smothering her boyfriend. He wouldn't be able to talk, anyway.
"Yes," she agreed happily, and a slow smile lit up Rang's face.
"Then I should scoot down, and you should take these off." He tugged at the waistband of her cotton panties. Ga Eul rolled over and slipped them off underneath her covers. She tossed them onto the floor. Rang shifted down the bed until he had his head laid on her pillow with a fair amount of space between the top of his head and her bed's headboard.
"Come on." Rang patted the pillow. "You can be on your knees here."
Ga Eul shyly complied, placing her knees on either side of Rang's head as he guided her into position until she was hovering over him. She was glad he hadn't told her to take off his dress shirt; if she had been completely naked, she would have felt too awkward. She did, however, roll the shirt up and knot it around her belly button so that she could see what she was doing.
"Pay attention, my little human." Rang traced the inside of Ga Eul's thighs. "I'm going to teach you how to make someone give you pleasure."
Ga Eul's clit tingled at the scratch of his fingernails. His seductive drawl was back, reeling her in. She swore he used that voice to hypnotize people. She almost asked him what she would owe him for such a lesson.
He circled his large, warm hands around her ass and left them there, clinging to her hips. The cool metal of his couple ring pressed into her skin, and she glanced at the matching one on her right hand.
"First, you can tease me a little bit," Rang instructed. "Just lower yourself until you're almost touching my face, but not."
Ga Eul did as he requested, looking down at his mouth as she did so. When she came within reach, he flicked the tip of his tongue up to her folds, swiping it over them several times, and she blushed because that seemed to be all she was capable of doing. The touch of his tongue lit a fire within her, though, and she wanted to continue.
"Whenever you want to, you can touch yourself to my mouth. If you pull away quickly, it's more teasing."
Per his instructions, Ga Eul touched herself to his lips and felt him plant a small kiss there. She lifted herself back up, then repeated the process. Rang left small, gentle pecks across the stretch of her slit, just like the ones he'd placed on her mouth earlier. Each light touch drove her madder with want.
"See? I can only get as much as you let me. You, on the other hand, can get whatever you want whenever you want it." Rang huskily explained in between kisses. It felt like he was teaching her an erotic martial arts lesson, which was bizarre, considering that she'd had a dream of him doing just that.
Ga Eul experimentally pressed herself to Rang's mouth for a longer period of time, and she was rewarded when she felt his tongue exploring her. She shifted up, and he pushed his tongue into the little hole his finger visited sometimes. She shifted back, and he toyed with her clit, sucking and licking it.
Rang was right. This was like a choose-her-own-adventure game. After a few minutes of teasing him, she started to grow fond of the activity, even semi-comfortable. To have Rang grant her a degree of power over him, in a way he had never done before, was an intoxicating feeling.
Besides, if Rang distracted her so much from her work, and that was why she hadn't gotten the performance review she'd wanted, maybe she ought to pay him back. Maybe part of her wanted revenge after all.
Ga Eul settled more of her weight on top of his mouth, after much assurance that she wouldn't hurt him, and began rocking back and forth. It was hard to find a good rhythm at first, but she finally got the hang of it when she stopped thinking so much and simply let herself enjoy the sensations of Rang's warm mouth devouring her folds and the strangely gratifying hardness of his facial bones as she grinded on his face. Rang had put his arms at his sides by this point, and Ga Eul was on her own, chasing the pleasure of his mouth, uninhibited. She felt like she could burn an apartment; she could burn the world down if she wanted to. Of course, she didn't want to burn anything—except, perhaps, her performance review—but it was a pleasant feeling all the same. And Rang had such a wonderful mouth, and he knew how to use it ridiculously well, and he was licking her so hungrily, like she was offering herself up as a feast.
When she raised herself up to give him some air, Rang grunted in protest, panting heavily, and though he didn't say anything—he didn't ask for her to do more—he wore that same hungry look he always gave her when he said he wanted to 'devour' her. His lips glistened with her juices, and he licked them as he stared up at her face, then glanced between her legs.
"Does my pet fox want more?" Ga Eul asked, bolder after riding his face for so long.
Rang said nothing, but his dark eyes were feral—both desperate and challenging. He didn't say anything, but when she gently lowered herself until she barely touched his lips, he eagerly latched onto her folds again, sucking and releasing them. When she passed over his nose, he breathed her in deeply. Rang closed his eyes, and she continued teasing him, bit by bit—brushing his nose and his lips, feeling him peck and lick and blow hot air onto her clit. He swiped his tongue up and down her folds, and when she sank down on him again, he devoured her whole. She closed her eyes, and her nipples, brushing against his satin dress shirt, tingled as she rode him harder than she had before. She grabbed her bed's headboard to shift some of her weight so that Rang could access her clit more easily, and she couldn't help the whimper of pleasure that escaped her when he started twirling his tongue in the way she enjoyed.
Still, after a few minutes, she couldn't cum. Not at all. The position was too foreign—or too awkward—and her muscles were starting to hurt from squatting in such a way. And besides that, she didn't like being the only person feeling what she was feeling. She knew Rang wouldn't let her do anything to him, as much as she'd like to, but maybe he could do it to himself.
"Rang," she whispered, raising herself up on her knees, and he opened his eyes slowly. They were glassy and unfocused. "Touch yourself," she whispered, caught up in all the heady sensations she was experiencing. She didn't usually give him orders in bed—okay, she never gave him orders in bed—but he told her to touch herself sometimes. And it seemed like a really sexy thing to say since she was on top of him—appropriate for the situation, in other words.
"What?" he rasped. He was soaked all around his mouth, and she had a sudden urge to make the rest of his face as wet.
Ignoring that thought, Ga Eul explained, "If you touch yourself, we can cum together." She smiled and stroked his hair and hoped her suggestion was okay.
Rang stared at her, his eyes becoming focused again, and she felt the air grow strangely tense. Ga Eul didn't know what to do with that, so she amended, looking off to the side, "But only if you want to. Or if you want to do something else, we can do that. Or if you want to do what we were doing, I can stop talking. Um—"
"You're going to have to get up."
"What?" Ga Eul asked. Rang was still staring up at her, unblinking and far, far too concentrated.
What had he said? He wanted her to get off of him? Had she screwed up again? Had she crossed a line she didn't know about?
"You're going to have to get up so I can take off my underwear," he said slowly. "It's easier that way."
"Oh." Ga Eul let out a sharp laugh that was half-gasp. She scrambled off of Rang and let him take his time tugging his boxers down. He was already hard, fully erect, and Ga Eul's mouth watered when he wrapped his hand around his stiff member, the engorged tip tinted reddish-purple.
She kept fantasizing about touching him—running her fingers over him, licking him, taking him in her mouth—and knowing that he definitely wouldn't like some of it and probably wouldn't like the rest of it made her feel guilty for wanting those things so much. And Rang had been so patient with her too, even though it was hardly in his nature to be patient. Sometimes, she resented not being able to give him pleasure, and then she felt ungrateful.
So she was grateful that Rang had at least agreed to touch himself, and she felt better when she sat down again, burying herself in Rang's mouth. And maybe she couldn't cum in this position, but she liked it all the same. Ga Eul wouldn't describe herself as power-hungry, but being on top of a dangerous fox was really fun.
She loved feeling Rang's mouth move underneath her. She loved it when one of Rang's large hands snuck under her shirt and enveloped her left breast, kneading it and pinching it and stroking it and finally staying still, just cupping it; she loved the cool, hard metal of his couple ring pressing into her breast. She loved it when Rang came, when he shook violently beneath her, when he squeezed her breast for purchase, when she clung more tightly to her headboard, when she felt a tiny splatter of cum hit her back, right below the hem of her shirt.
Ga Eul sat up on her knees slowly, giving Rang room to breathe, and reached behind her to swipe up the splash of cum. It was sticky, like a clear, thin glue. Out of curiosity, she put her finger in her mouth. His cum tasted like salt, and it wasn't her favorite taste, but it had come from him, so she liked it for that reason.
She let Rang get up and go to the bathroom to clean himself. When he returned and put his boxers back on, she was lying on her back on top of the covers, her inner thighs sticky with sweat and saliva and her own arousal. She'd unrolled Rang's dress shirt, and it now covered her thighs like a short dress.
Rang laid down beside her and quietly asked if she wanted to keep going until she came.
"Oh, um...I already came," Ga Eul replied, "when you did."
This was a lie, of course, but it was a small lie. A lie for a good reason. She knew she couldn't cum that way, and she didn't want to make Rang keep going like that forever; surely his mouth was tired, and she imagined the bones in his face must hurt, even if he was a nine-tailed fox with super-human strength.
Turning his head, Rang gave her a long, penetrating stare.
"No, you didn't," he said, in a voice that allowed for no argument.
"What do you mean? Of course, I did," Ga Eul insisted.
Rang scoffed.
"No. You didn't...Did you forget I know when humans are lying, and I also know when they want something? And besides all that, I know what your body does when you cum because I'm your pet fox...What did I tell you about taking care of yourself?" he scolded. "Do you want to cum or not?"
"Um, well…" Ga Eul glanced around nervously. "I just thought you might be tired."
"Then be selfish, and make me keep going anyway." He smiled threateningly.
Ga Eul raised her eyebrows. She wanted to protest, but honestly, selfishness wasn't even the real issue.
"I don't think I can cum that way," Ga Eul confessed softly. "I think it's the angle or something. And my muscles hurt."
"Then make me do something else."
"Um..."
"And jagiya…" He drew out the endearment like a warning. "If you ever lie about that again and I find out, I won't touch you for a week. Understand?"
Ga Eul nodded slowly, unable to do much else since she was pinned by his stare.
Suddenly, Rang blinked, and his expression transitioned into that of her adoring pet fox, grinning and eager to please. Sometimes, Ga Eul swore Rang had a split personality.
"Now, unless you want to stop, tell me what to do," he encouraged. He stroked her hair soothingly, and Ga Eul wished she could tell him what to do, but she didn't know that any of it would work at the moment.
"M-maybe it would be easier if I did it. Just for today," she answered timidly. She hoped that was okay.
Rang's gaze drifted from her face to torso, then back to her face again.
He looked a little disappointed but answered, "Okay. Anything else you want?"
Before she could lose her nerve, she grabbed the index finger of Rang's left hand and guided it to her entrance.
"You could put your finger in me," she said softly, and Rang's grin returned.
"As you wish," Rang said, easily sliding his finger inside her as she spread her legs. She was still soaked down there, both from being aroused and being inside his mouth. Enjoying the familiar pressure of his finger nestled inside her, Ga Eul bunched Rang's shirt up around her waist and began rubbing herself, but she didn't really want Rang staring at her the whole time, so she grabbed him by the nape and asked him to kiss her neck.
Propping himself up on one arm, Rang did exactly that. He planted hot, wet kisses all over her neck, and in between kisses, he nipped her and bit her and scraped his teeth against her skin, and all of this he did with increasing speed, as though her neck were another feast he was devouring. Ga Eul closed her eyes and rubbed and rubbed and tried to concentrate on all the wonderful sensations coming from his mouth, especially when he licked at her pulse point. She squeezed down on the finger that was lodged inside of her.
Nothing worked. She couldn't cum at all, and she didn't understand it. Maybe she was overstimulated, or she wanted it too much, but she was right there. She could feel herself right there, and she couldn't get over the edge. Mentally, she flipped through every scenario she'd ever imagined herself in with Rang, and nothing worked until she landed on the one thing she wasn't supposed to think about because it wasn't going to happen.
She imagined Rang's cock in her mouth. She imagined herself kissing it and rolling her tongue over it and inching it down her throat. She imagined herself unzipping Rang's dress pants and lovingly stroking it, then sucking it, and making Rang cum standing up with his back against his front door.
She really wanted to do something nice for him besides petting his hair.
If he'd only let her touch him, she would be so good to him. So good.
Ga Eul came without warning, her mind frozen on a loop of her sucking Rang like a popsicle while his hands gripped her hair tightly, in the same way that she gripped his hair when he teased her with his tongue.
When Rang grinned down at her and told her she was a 'good little human' for making herself cum, she almost thought he was telling her 'good job' for something else.
"See? It's fun using people, isn't it?" Rang held up the finger that had been inside of her; it glistened with her juices. Though his mouth had dried, his lips were still red, raw from where she'd rubbed herself against them.
"I don't think...that's the wording I would use," Ga Eul managed, dizzy from her recent orgasm and flushed from what she'd thought about that had gotten her there.
"Wording doesn't matter. It all amounts to the same thing." Rang pressed his fingertip to her lips, and she automatically parted them. He usually offered it to her to suck on after he fingered her, and she loved having his fingers in her mouth; they were long and slender, like he could have been a pianist in another life, and feeling them under her tongue was the closest she could get to...well...
"Don't worry," Rang said as she sucked her juices from his finger. "It's fun being used by you. Don't cry about a performance review." Rang swirled his finger around her mouth, battling with her tongue. When she gently bit down on his knuckle to stop all the activity, he smiled. "You should always feel like the most powerful human in the world. If someone's bothering you, you should bite them, like that. Try it again. I've always found biting to be soothing."
Ga Eul hesitated a moment—maybe he found it soothing, but wasn't that because he was a fox?—then bit his finger below his second knuckle, shoving much of the digit towards the back of her throat. Then she bit his finger again. Then again.
Rang was right. The more she chewed his finger, the more she wanted to chew on his finger; it was soothing; she felt like she could channel all her anxiety into the action, even her worries about not being a good enough teacher. Lowering her gaze, she hungrily chewed one finger, then moved on to the next, then the next, then the next. When she ran out of fingers on Rang's left hand, she stopped and looked up at Rang. She couldn't decipher his expression and hoped that she hadn't gotten too carried away.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked.
Rang snapped out of his trance.
"Of course not," he quickly replied, smiling. He kissed her cheek. "I'm going to wash my mouth now."
"Oh. I'll do that after you." She smiled back. "Then we can cuddle."
"I'm going to suffocate you," Rang announced, standing up.
Ga Eul laughed.
"Okay," she agreed. "That's fair."
Rang smiled at her again, and looked like he might say something else, but ultimately didn't.
A few minutes later, they were cuddling beneath Ga Eul's covers, and a few minutes after that, Ga Eul dozed off, her last conscious thought being that she was probably the only human to ever bite Rang and live. And also that she wasn't dreading school tomorrow so much; she felt oddly confident and relaxed—so much so that she didn't think much about it when she asked if Rang would drive her to school the next day.
To her surprise, he didn't protest before he agreed.
"Good fox," she mumbled sleepily, reaching behind her and petting his hair.
She soon fell asleep in the warmth of his arms.