Fracture S3 [Taekook]

• The Dynamic Duo Returns •

Tokyo, Japan

 11:30 pm

"Thank you for letting me stay the night." The sultry tone of the woman feathers off her lips, lightly touching the ears of the man sitting across from her. 

Bored feline eyes travel from her long lean legs, up to her petite frame, passing the fake diamond necklace wrapped around her neck before stopping on her pretty face.

"It's my pleasure." he tells her, his tone is deep and gravely, the reason she was drawn to him in the first place. 

Ayoko Saitama is her name, and she met with the deep voice stranger at a bar in the outskirts of town, about twenty minutes away from Tokyo city. 

He was sitting at the bar, minding his own business when she sat next to him and ordered a drink. She was the first to speak, saying how she was lonely and out for a good time. When he spoke back to her, she heard an accent in his tone, hinting he's not Japanese, nor does even look it. 

He told her he was Korean, and that he moved to Japan to start over. This really interested her alot, especially since a Korean man like him was rare in these parts of town. So after a few drinks, and a little flirtation, it had gotten late. So he took her back to his place for the night. 

"It's dangerous to be out this late." She says, flicking her light brown hair over her shoulder, revealing small a tattoo of a lotus on the left side of her chest. "I heard there is a serial killer out on the loose."

The man hums in reply, his long slender fingers slightly drum against the leather material of the couch, thoughts weighing in on the matter at hand.

Indeed there has been various murders going around in the area, a serial killer no doubt.

The killer has been targeting men, young men between the ages of eighteen to twenty-five. Most of the killings have been going around in this area of Tokyo, the more shadier part of town. The police haven't been able to stop the killer, and advised the residents to stay indoors before dust for their safety.

"You shouldn't have anything to fear." A grin tugs at his lips. "The killer apparently likes to kill men."

Ayoko nods, returning a grin back to him. "Then I guess you're the lucky one tonight." She shifts one leg over the other, the hem of her skirt rises with the action, giving a peek of her black panties. "Lucky enough to take me home too." She adds, a coat of lust paints over her tone, sparking the man's interest.

"Lucky indeed." He says, trailing his eyes along her body again, swiping his tongue across his lips at what he sees.

The sexual tension is there, and Ayoko acts on it first, getting up from her seat and striding over to the man. She takes a seat on his lap, straddling her long legs on either side, pressing her core along his crotch.

The man shows no resistance, instead he appears perfectly calm as Ayoko plays with a few strands of his jet black hair. "What did you say your name was again?" She asks, trailing her long nails along the back of his neck, then guiding them through his soft hair.

"Agust." He tells her, firmly planting his hand along her hips. "My name is Agust." 

"Agust." She purses her lips into a smile. "I like the way it rolls off my tongue." She licks her lips slowly, looking Agust dead in the eyes as she begins to grind on his lap.

He slowly breathes out through his nose, then guides her hips as she grinds against him. "I bet you love to have many things roll off your tongue." He says, gripping her hips firmly, pressing his fingers into the fabric of her dress.