Imposterism | KTH

A Weeping Doll

18

3 and ⅓ days till the premiere

Taehyung

I squeezed her waist, making her groan. The kiss turning heated as my tongue entered her. She hummed against me, threading her fingers into my hairs.

Caressing the soft skin of her thighs, I hooked my fingers under her knee and put it around my waist, pulling her as close to me as possible.

My lips left hers, trailing kisses on her jaw, her neck, licking and cherishing her raw skin. God, it felt so good. Her body under me was bridging the gap between reality and my fantasies.

"Taehyung." She moaned as I bit her near the hollow of her neck, pushing my lower body against her core, moving to a rhythm she was starting to match.

I grunted as her cold fingers crawled inside my t-shirt, digging into my back.

"Tae" She breathed out, craving for some friction, her head thrown back, mouth wide open.

I pulled down her top, leaving open mouthed kisses and latched over her nipple, licking and biting it playfully as her whines egged me on.

"So beautiful."

I reached again for her swollen lips, kissing them while palming her breasts as she grinded against me.

She whimpered as our lips parted with a smacking sound, her eyes glistening.

For a second I thought it was from the intensity, the heat between us. But then a tear escaped from her, falling sideways and disappearing in her hair.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Another tear followed its path, many more pooling in her eyes.

"Yoona," I cupped her face, my thumbs caressing the apple of her cheeks. "Are you crying?"

She made a choked sound and shook her head.

"W-why? Did I hurt you?"

"No." Her weak denial was accompanied with a small heart breaking sob.

She looked me helplessly as her body wracked uncontrollably, more tears fell from her eyes. No, don't cry. Please.

My heart felt like it was thrown off a cliff into the abyss. The euphoria washed by her tears.

Unsure, I started to get off her to give her some space. But she grabbed my collar tightly, her fingers fisting my clothes. "Don't go." She managed between the sobs. "Don't."

"I'm not going anywhere." I looked into her eyes, trying to convey my sincerity.

She sniffled, rolling her lips against each other as if to stop herself from crying.

"I'm right here." I pulled up her top to cover her chest. "Let's switch positions, okay? I don't wanna crush you."

She nodded, wiping her face, but the tears kept coming one after another.

It was hard to turn because of the cramped bench and how she clinged tightly onto me, but after a few awkward scoots and grunts we managed to change position without falling off.

I pulled her frail body over my chest and covered us in the bedsheet, wrapping us in this green cocoon, hoping to make her feel safe. But from what? I had no clue.

She stopped sobbing, but the stream of tears kept going on and on and my stomach was sinking watching her break down.

"Yoona." She said nothing, but I could feel my t-shirt soaking in her tears. "Yoona." I tried again stroking her back.