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'You're toxic, I'm slipping under'
A random hookup with bass player Park Jisung sends Liang Xia into a downward spiral of toxic behaviors and salacious addictions.
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Tags:
love triangle
arranged marriage
affair
smut
best frien...
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He felt his jaw slacken as the undeniable pleasure overtook his entire form. The world having gone silent for this one intimate moment shared between the two.
Underneath him the girl had her head thrown back. Hair a mess, sticking to her face and neck, and skin glistening with a mix of her own sweat and his that dripped down from his head and shoulders.
By the way her mouth was moving he knew she was talking aloud but he couldn't hear a sound. The words seemed to come out involuntary and matched every movement of his hips.
If it weren't for her arms pulling him closer by his shoulders and her hand tangled up in his hair, giving it tight tugs every now and then, he wouldn't have had the reassurance to carry on.
Her legs wrapped around his body, a physical cue to push himself further.
A cue that he took as a personal mission; to give her everything he has, just as much as she wanted, until the very end.
Her walls felt almost velvety around his length, taking him in as if he was built to be deep inside her, to give her all this pleasure and so much more.
With every thrust her core pulled him in deeper. Even with a clouded mind he could recognize that he'd never gone this deep before.
It was almost as if his entire being, body and soul, was joining hers in this halfway point of human existence.
It was magnificently perfect.
"Ji~sung."
A voice spoke, like a siren song calling from the distance.
His vision began to blur and the pleasurable sensations that had been coursing through his body soon dissipated.
"What are you thinking about?"
Xia pulled back a bit to stare at the man's face.
Still sat on the couch, she had been leaving soft kisses on his neck when she noticed him completely spaced out.
He looked like how Jaemin had been earlier; washed out to shore by the crashing waves of sexual desire.
His body was still but his heart was pounding.
After a couple seconds his eyes seemed to refocus, drawing back to her face.
She was glistening just like in his day dream, although he suspected that had more to do with the hot box of a room they were sitting in than anything he was doing.
