A side story to KinnPorsche the novel. Because we can't get enough of Kim and Che', Phinutz brings you a fanfic special.
Let me borrow the characters of Kim, the youngest son in the most prominent mafia clan.
and Porche', an ordinary university stud...
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CHAPTER 6: OPERATION #SWEETTRAP
Let's skip to the good part...
-------PORCHE'--------
"Ugh, Kim! S-stop.." I couldn't help but moan loudly inside Kim's car. A handful of Kim's hair grabbed between my fingers, I pulled it away to stop him from attacking my now naked torso. Red marks are getting visible from the collar of my neck to the base of my ribs. Kim's tongue and teeth are relentless. As if I am getting devoured alive!
Kim paused for a moment and stared at me. Eyes burning, beads of sweat glistening in his forehead and his ragged breathing fanning my neck as if he's trying to burn me with him.
"I couldn't stop now. Please." He begged.
"B-but-" Kim cut off my words with a deep kiss while his hands continued to fumble on my naked body. Palming me, pinching my skin, and leaving bite marks on my chest, in places enough to be hidden by the shirt. His logical thinking must still be working, unlike mine. Which was willing to give it all and surrender to his ministrations.
Oh my rignabbit!
I haven't experienced something like this before and the overwhelming sensations made my head swim in pleasure.
"Hmm, you smell so good Porche'. You are driving me mad." Kim murmured, and it was enough to make me forget what we are here for. Talking becomes a distant memory of what I need from him. It was forgotten. Long gone and moved to the farthest corner of my mind. All I could think of was Kim. Of what his lips and hands are doing to me.
I'm on fire. I could feel my skin burning from the heat of his touch. I am drunk from his kisses. The kind of drunken stupor where you know what you are doing and yet you have no power to stop it. Rather like it instead of being disgusted by it. And it's critically alarming.
"Kim.."
All I could do was sigh his name. Like a prayer. Like a confession.
Because I couldn't tell him that I like him without ensuring that he feels the same for me. That he really feels the same for me. I don't want to confess.
My brother will definitely kill me!
If you are wondering how did we end up this way? Son of a gun! I'm not so sure myself.
***Throwback to Two days ago before the catastrophe***
My heart clenched as I looked at my phi. His body was covered in wounds, scratches everywhere, purple to bluish bruises and his face in bondages. I felt like crying from the moment I laid my eyes on him. All the nights of worrying and overthinking came to an end. I could finally breathe knowing that he's here, safe and alive. But I couldn't say I am happier that I finally see him. Because the state he was in was definitely devastating. I just thank the fact that he was alive and breathing.
