Waterfalls || Yeonbin

chapter 10: push

December 15, 1939

Yeonjun and I can't keep our hands off each other. I think ever since we had sex back on my birthday, it's like a switch flipped in our minds and we constantly want more. So much that we're being risky. Snogging in his office is a terrible idea, but we do it all the time. I say that I need to use the toilet just to sneak away and kiss him. I feel like an addict, and Yeonjun's the thing I'm addicted to. So, when Yeonjun pinned me to the wall and forcefully kissed me once he got to my house, I wasn't at all surprised.

His hands were feeling up my torso, every centimeter of it. My arms were wrapped around his neck, desperate to keep up with his fast pace. I whimpered a bit when tongue entered my mouth without warning, feeling myself stiffen and lose control all at once. It feels like heaven whenever we do this, but I can't do it anymore.

I'm tired. I'm completely exhausted. Working fourteen hours a day and trying to have a sexual drive on top of that is making me fatigued. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely enjoy being with Yeonjun like this, but it's getting to be too much. I'm sore all the time, and I know I can't limp, or people will begin asking questions. I can't afford to be in that situation, and I can't do that to Yeonjun.

I pulled away from his kiss, panting as I leaned my head back on the wall. He took it as an advance, quickly leaving a trail of soft kisses down my jaw and to my neck, feeling his hands fiddling with the button of my trousers. My hands natural fisted his hair, tugging at the ends a bit from the dominance he has.

"D-Dan?" I whimpered out, trying to get his attention.

He finally undid the button of my trousers, feeling his hands slide down my butt and to the back of my thighs, "I know... Bedroom." He replied against my skin.

I knew what he was going to do when he gripped my thighs and I had to get him off. I quickly put my hands on his chest, pushing him away with all the energy I had, "Stop." I breathed out.

He instantly took a step back, his hands by his sides as he locked eyes with mine. We were both panting, lips red and swollen from snogging and Yeonjun's hair was disheveled, which was my fault. His thick lips were slightly parted, silent for a moment before he pursed them together. He scrunched his eyebrows, worriedly asking, "What's wrong?" He looked like he wanted to move closer, but then remembered that I had quite literally pushed him away.

I just stared at him for a few seconds, feeling my face heat up from the embarrassment. I think this is the first time I've ever tried to make someone stop having sex with me, and I didn't really know how to react. I pursed my lips in thought, pondering for a few more seconds before replying, "I-I don't want to."

I dryly swallowed, watching him bring his hand up and comb his fingers through his hair. He fixed some of the spots I had ruined, softly looking into my eyes as he said, "You should've said something sooner."

His voice was surprisingly soft considering the state he was in, hesitating for a moment before taking a step closer to me. I was about to say something when he reached for my trousers again, but stayed quiet when he simply just redid the button he had undone. He reached for the suspenders at my sides, fixing them back onto my shoulders, which he had also taken off a few minutes ago. He locked eyes with me again for a moment before they traveled to the side of my head. He gently reached his hand up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear as he asked, "Are you alright?"

I subconsciously leaned into his touch when he caressed my cheek, his thumb sliding under my eye. I dryly swallowed again, timidly saying, "I-I'm sorry."

"No, no..." He quickly said, "You didn't do anything wrong. I just want to make sure you're alright."

My eyes widened a bit, surprised by how gentle he became after what we were just doing minutes before. His hazel eyes were shining more than they normally do, making me get lost in them for a moment. I debated whether to tell him the truth or not, but I trusted him enough, "I-I'm just exhausted..." I shyly said, avoiding his soft gaze, "I-I love doing this with you, b-but I'm so sore. I-It's too much."