Reader Is: Neutral Age (Non-DC AU)
Categories: Angst, Smut
Preferences: Top (SuA, Siyeon), Bottom (Reader)
Summary: Bora, Siyeon, and the reader are caught in a love triangle, about which information becomes revealed in painful ways.♡
It's your fault, and you know it. It's your fault that you're caught in this situation. But fuck, it feels so good to be bad.
She feels good, she feels gentle and lithe in your grasp. She tastes good, like the drink she's just enjoyed mixed with a crimson lipstick that hints at vanilla. It's a sinful concoction. But it's just as much that as it is painful, you can feel it from her just as you can feel it from your girl in the other room.
Your girl, your Singnie, she was once Kim Bora's Singnie too. But Lee Siyeon loved and left her, and Bora's keen on revenge no matter the cost. She really wants her, but if she can't have her, she'll have her girl – you.
And you, you don't quite know how you ended up in this sticky web to begin with. It was meant to be an innocent touch, a meaningless kiss, way back when.
When you and Siyeon were on a break.
That was the thing about Siyeon, she was a heartbreaker, and everyone knew it. She didn't mean to be, she just was.
So, when Bora offered that safety net, hey, you should call me if you ever need someone, you landed smack in the middle of it. You just hadn't been expecting her to be so damn addictive. It had started with just one night, then you found yourself two months later saying, yeah, I think you're cute, hell, Siyeon still isn't here, oh my God, why are we in your bed right now?
Then it turned into a regular occurrence.
Now, you're pinned against Bora's bathroom wall, soft lighting filtering in through fluttering eyelids as she kisses you. Outside that ornately carved wooden door, Siyeon talks with your friends, a glass of whiskey in her hand. You hope she didn't notice you edging closer and closer to the hallway until you were out of sight, Bora tugging you behind her discreetly.
"I wanna take you right here, on my counter," Bora purrs. Your eyelids shoot open at the prospect. The sprawling marble surface, yet another obnoxious display of Bora's wealth, is big enough to spread out on. It would certainly be a lot more comfortable than the beadboard she has you pressed against.
"Great," you rasp. Once she lets you go, you hop up next to the sink. Bora parts your legs to stand between them.
"Take off those damn shoes. You're gonna impale me."
"You'd deserve it, Bora," you reply as you kick off your stilettos. They land somewhere near the door. Your dress and undergarments follow suit, a show Bora thoroughly enjoys, despite the harsh words she doles out whilst she watches you like a hawk.
"You and me both," she bites back. "We're already going to hell. You might as well enjoy the ride."
"Fuck, why does it turn me on when you talk like that?"
"Cause you're a whore for pain." Bora's hand lands on your thigh with a slap that echoes audibly even over the pounding music in the other room. Appropriately, you whimper, and Bora smirks. "See?"
"Fuck you," you mutter. Your hand is already on the collar of her emerald-hued silk gown, pulling her into a deep kiss before she has a chance to retaliate.
Unfortunately, she hasn't forgotten what you said by the time that you let her pull away. Bora always has to have the last word. "I'll fuck you," she retorts, "you fucking pillow princess."
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