A/N: Normally, I complete smut scenes in one chapter, but this one is about them finally communicating with each other what they actually want and why, so I decided to publish this sequence of events across two or three chapters. Here is what happened first.
Set sometime after Chapter 41 of I'd Eat Your Heart (during the summer, basically).
Tags: fondling, grinding, kissing, leather (is that a tag? idk), references to rough sex, Bandit Rang
"..[E]very once in a while, he would come home with another fox, and there would be all this noise coming from his bedroom. Then one time...the room looked like the wind had blown through it and knocked everything around. There was broken glass all over the floor…So I was wondering if he slammed you into walls and things."
Ga Eul had been turning her conversation with Yu Ri over in her head for too long.
It was time for action. Past time.
So, in the spirit of being more honest with Rang about what she wanted from him, she'd compiled a list of things she'd like to do with him—not her summer activity list, but a naughtier one.
If Ga Eul was going to spill her guts on such an awkward topic, she'd at least come prepared.
It wasn't as if she didn't like what they did currently; she just found herself wanting...more. Rang seemed to be holding himself back to a degree, and she had no idea why, given what Yu Ri had said.
She no longer felt it must be because she was lacking in some way or because he didn't feel that strongly about her. Every day, they grew closer, and almost every day, they had some kind of sex.
Yet every day, Rang got...softer? Not less intense, but less...something.
Or more something.
The change was too recent for her to put her finger on what it was, exactly, but something was different about the way he handled her and the way he kissed her and the way he looked at her. Maybe he hadn't noticed, but she had.
Anyway, she'd leave that question for another day. Their trip to the cosplay convention had given her the perfect opening for her shameless ideas, and she would not waste it.
To boost her confidence, after her evening shower, she applied a light coat of makeup and softly curled her hair. Next, she slid into the white dress shirt Rang had worn that day, leaving it unbuttoned so he could view the valley of her breasts and her soft pink panties. She rolled the sleeves up halfway so that the fabric crinkled around her shoulders. Finally, she inspected herself in the mirror, deciding that surely if she looked like this, Rang would never be able to resist her requests. And maybe he'd be too distracted to tease her about them.
Better than lingerie, he'd admitted once, he liked it when she wore his shirts while they did things.
Especially if it was a shirt he'd been wearing so that his scent was all over her.
Before leaving the bathroom, Ga Eul furiously rubbed the white fabric on her skin.
She found a bare-chested Rang lounging on the couch in dark blue silk pajama shorts; he was half-watching TV and half-watching his phone. Boldly snatching his phone away, she placed it on the coffee table and clicked off the TV in the same beat. Rang opened his mouth but shut it again when she climbed onto his lap and straddled him, looping her arms around his neck.
Instead of showing annoyance, Rang appraised her with his eyes.
"I assume this is what we're doing now?" Rang smirked, and she beamed at his easy surrender.
"Yes, this is exactly what we're doing. But first, you owe me an explanation."
Rang raised his eyebrows.
"Explanation?"
"Mmhm." Ga Eul nodded. She shifted closer, and Rang slid his hands under his own shirt and cupped her hips. "I didn't know you were the boss of a bandit gang." She traced his choker. "Can I see what you looked like then?"
"Ah." Rang pinched the edge of his shirt between his thumb and forefinger; he slid his fingers down, following the shirt from Ga Eul's collarbone to her waist and almost uncovering her breast. "I see what this is," he said. "You've decided to seduce information out of me now."
"That's not it. I wasn't going to ask questions. I just think you would look sexy as a bandit." She softened her voice on the last sentence and rolled it around on her tongue like she was toying with his earlobe.
Rang, for his part, answered her matter-of-factly.
"There's nothing sexy about living in a shack with no running water or electricity, wearing the same clothes every day, and always being covered in dust, sweat, and sometimes horse shit."
"I said you would look sexy. I didn't say you would smell like a rose. Can I see? Please." Ga Eul angled her face appealingly.
Rang narrowed his eyes. He pursed his lips, then opened them.
"Fine. Since you went to"—he gestured to her hair—"all that trouble just to see, I suppose I can accommodate you."
Ga Eul smiled.
The crisp edges of pajama-shorts-Rang shimmered, then rolled back to reveal a more untamed Rang—one with long, wavy hair that he'd tied back, a black cowboy hat, a soiled brown coat, a black undershirt, a brown shirt, and a gold coin necklace with a cross cut in the center.
There was something else too—his hands. They were still clutching her hips, and she could tell from the feel of them on her bare skin that they were now bound in leather and rough fabric, save for his fingertips.
One shift of his palm, one brush of the leather, and she felt so embarrassingly aroused that she had to crush her mouth onto his to keep herself from saying something weird. Or moaning. Or gaping at him like a fish.
To her relief, Rang welcomed her into his mouth, and she dug her fingers into the thick waves of his hair while their tongues battled each other.
Ever since the convention, Ga Eul had dreamed of making out with Bandit Rang—Outlaw Rang, Gang Leader Rang—but she hadn't known exactly what Rang would be wearing, and she hadn't expected the bindings on his hands. God, she wanted him to touch her everywhere. Palm her breasts...hold her thighs apart...spank her…
She mewled into his mouth as he gripped her ass harder. The rough fabric of his shirt rubbed her nipples into peaks. She started grinding on his lap, unable to help herself. Part of her just wanted to drive Rang crazy enough that he would pick her up and do what she wanted him to do to her without her having to ask.
But the point was that she needed to ask, Ga Eul reminded herself.
The point was that Rang said she didn't tell him things, and he was right.
With some effort, Ga Eul pulled away from Rang and stopped rubbing herself on him. She sat upright.
At least Rang looked as flushed as she felt.
"Do you want to join a bandit gang?" he mentioned breathlessly. His eyes were glassy, and his lips had been smeared with her lipstick, a shade appropriately named Forbidden Desire.
Ga Eul laughed.
"No." Grinning impishly, she leaned in close to his face. "I want to be robbed," she whispered. Guiding his hands to her bare waist, she coyly asked, "Don't you need to pat me down to make sure I'm not hiding things? I could have jewelry in unexpected places." She winked.
Rang scoffed.
"You do know the boss doesn't do any of that, right? I just wait for people to bring me things."
"Well, pretend you have to!" Ga Eul demanded, pouting.
Rang laughed.
"All right, all right. Let's see what you're hiding under all those layers." He tossed Ga Eul's hair off her shoulders and fingered her butterfly necklace. She beamed under the attention as his hands roamed her body.
"Did you carry an axe like you do now?" she asked, fingering his coat lapels.
"Back then, I carried two axes." He patted her breasts and down her stomach. "And two guns."
His dark gaze swept up to her face, and Ga Eul's stomach flipped. The fabric on his hands left her skin tingling in its wake.
She swallowed.
"If I don't do what you say, will you use them?" she asked in a small voice.
"Unless you have something to offer me." Rang tugged the sleeves of his shirt down, baring her shoulders. "Does this little human have anything of value besides that necklace and that ring there?" He gestured to her couple ring.
"Why don't you take off this shirt and find out?"
"If I take off the shirt, I won't return it."
"It's okay. You can have me with the shirt."
"I've never stolen a human before." He eyed her with amusement.
"Well, I've never been stolen before, but I think I'd like it."
"I don't know." Rang pulled a face. "Humans are weird."
"Come on, just try it. I'll give you a free trial. One hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed." Ga Eul winked again.
Reflectively, Rang arranged her hair around her shoulders, then behind her back again, as if trying to decide which arrangement he preferred. He slid his hand up the side of her neck and stroked her throat with his thumb. His eyes wandered from her face to her neck to her breasts, which he palmed tenderly, one after the other, feeling the weight and shape of them. She felt like she was undergoing an inspection to see if she was worth abducting.
Excitement bloomed in her belly and tingled between her thighs.
She couldn't have had a more perfect setup for what she wanted to ask.
Putting her mouth to his ear, Ga Eul boldly offered, "I'll be a very compliant prisoner. You can do anything you want with me." Darting her tongue out, she licked and sucked his earlobe; she bit it gently.
"Anything," she whispered in his ear, then blew on it.
"Anything?" Rang mumbled.
"Anything," she repeated.
She kissed a sensitive spot on his neck, and he moved his hands to her hips. When she leaned back to look at his face, she could tell he would take her up on her offer. His eyes gleamed with desire beneath the shadow of his hat. He looked wild and mysterious and full of unspeakable ideas.
"Well...if I can do anything with you…"
Yes?
"...I will have no choice…"
You mean I will have no choice!
"...but to make you…"
Yes, make me! Force me! Tie me to a post! Throw me into a wall! Put your axe to my neck...
"...my lady boss…"
Rang smiled like this was the only logical conclusion, the only one he would accept.
"Of course, you'll have to sleep in my bed." Rang squeezed her hips. "And you'll have to learn how to ride a horse...Sorry, did I say a horse? I meant me." He grinned. "And look at that. You're already on top."
On top?
"You can undo my pants whenever you like"—he pressed a clothed hand to her stomach—"and we'll get started with your first lesson." His bare thumb snaked under her panties and worked its way down to her clit. "Should I keep my clothes on, Mrs. Boss?" he asked, circling her nub. "Of course, I should. You said I look sexy this way." He smirked.
Ga Eul froze, uncertain how he'd reached this conclusion and at a loss for how to proceed.
"What's the matter? Are you nervous? Don't be nervous. Your pet fox will teach you everything you need to know." Rang smiled; surely, he meant to be encouraging, but he'd misread her hesitance.
"What if I don't want to be on top?" Ga Eul managed.
Rang seemed surprised by this. He pulled his hand out of her panties.
"Why not?"
"I-I've never been on top before."
"Of course, you have."
"But not like that."
"Hence the lesson."
"No, that's not what I mean. You've never asked me...or told me...to do that before. Why now?"
"You said I could do anything I want with you. So I want to do something different with you. And this is the most logical thing, don't you think, since you're already in position?"
Suddenly all-too-aware of her position on his lap, Ga Eul blushed, though she was far from innocent.
"Oh, um...I understand...And you can do anything you want with me. It's just...that's what you want to do with me? Really? Are you sure?"
Rang frowned.
"You sound disappointed. I thought you liked it when the underboss called you 'lady boss.'"
"Oh...I did. I just, um…" Ga Eul didn't know how to explain that she wanted to be the lady boss, but not in bed, or, at least, not at that moment.
How was her plan failing so horribly?! She'd just handed herself to Rang on a silver platter, and he hadn't understood her at all. Even worse, she didn't know how to naturally introduce what she wanted into the conversation anymore. She hadn't wanted him to say everything for her; she'd just wanted him to get the ball rolling. She'd thought she would feel less awkward if he made a suggestion first, but now that they were on such different wavelengths, it would be even more awkward…
Nice going, Ga Eul.
To be continued...