Based on lines
"Hurt me and tell me you are mine
I don't know why but I like it"
From Lana Dey Rey song
"Diet Mountain Dew"
This doesn't quite match their behaviour and how cute our Sieun and Suho are
But my fantasies doesn't stop.
(TOXIC MAKEOUT)
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Ahn Sooho and Yeon Sieun were in the throes of a storm that neither could control. Their relationship had always been a rollercoaster of intense emotions, but tonight, it had reached a fever pitch. They stood in Sooho's bedroom, the air thick with unresolved tension and unspoken desire.
The argument that had brought them here was still fresh, their anger simmering just below the surface. Sooho's eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he stepped closer to Sieun, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. There was a magnetic pull between them, an irresistible force that neither could fight.
Sooho grabbed Sieun's wrist, pulling him close with a roughness that sent a jolt of electricity through Sieun's body. Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling, eyes locked in a battle of wills. Without warning, Sooho crushed his lips against Sieun's, the kiss demanding and possessive.
Sieun's heart raced as he returned the kiss with equal fervor, their mouths clashing in a desperate dance. There was no softness, no gentleness-only raw, unbridled lust. Sooho's hands roamed over Sieun's body, his touch firm and insistent, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them almost unbearable. Sooho pushed Sieun against the wall, his grip tightening as if afraid Sieun might slip away. Sieun's fingers tangled in Sooho's hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. The room seemed to spin around them, their world reduced to this moment of intense connection.
Sooho's lips moved to Sieun's neck, biting and sucking with a fervor that left marks in their wake. Sieun gasped, his body arching into Sooho's touch, craving more of the pain that mingled so deliciously with pleasure. His hands found their way under Sooho's shirt, nails raking across his skin, drawing a hiss from Sooho.
They moved to the bed in a flurry of limbs and clothes, shedding their barriers with a frantic urgency. Sooho pinned Sieun beneath him, their eyes locking once more. The raw need in Sooho's gaze sent a shiver down Sieun's spine, his own desire mirrored in those dark depths.
Sooho's hands were everywhere-tracing the lines of Sieun's body, gripping his hips, holding him in place. Each touch, each caress, was a claim, a declaration that Sieun was his and his alone. Sieun's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.
Their movements were a frenzied dance of lust and desperation, their bodies seeking release from the tension that had built up between them. Sieun's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but in this moment, all he could feel was the intense connection between them-the way Sooho's touch ignited every nerve, the way their bodies fit together perfectly.
As they reached the peak of their passion, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of desire. Sooho's name fell from Sieun's lips like a prayer, a plea for more, for everything that Sooho could give. And in that moment, as they found their release, the line between pain and pleasure, love and hate, blurred into something exquisitely divine.
In the aftermath, they lay tangled together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The storm between them had not abated, but for now, they found solace in each other's arms, their bond forged in the crucible of their intense, toxic love.
