Nepenthe: Kim Hyojong/E'Dawn

Violet

The popcorn ceiling had gotten less and less interesting to look at as the minutes crept by. Jihye drummed her fingers against her crossed arms, leaning against the wall. She had agreed to a night out instead of just saying in one of their apartments, drinking by themselves. So, she'd dug up some high waisted shorts and a bralette to go party in, or whatever people did in clubs.

"I don't understand how it's taking you longer to get ready than me." Jihye called out, bringing her eyes down to scan Hyojong's apartment. She could tell all he had really been doing in here lately was smoking and, well...

Hyojong came out of his room, his button down shirt open without anything under it. He had a cigarette between his lips as he held onto a shirt, his hair a bit messy from him changing in and out of clothes. "Should I just go with the button down or-" Hyojong held up the shirt as he looked at Jihye, stopping mid sentence and blowing out smoke.

"I think you might want to just button up the shirt." Jihye said as she ignored the look on his face. "Hurry up, it's getting late.

He put out the cigarette and threw it on the coffee table along with the shirt. "We're going to be later." Hyojong murmured as he went up to her, uncrossing her arms for her as he looked down at her. His lips curled into a smirk, taking the black lace that brimmed the bottom of her bralette between his fingers.

Jihye looked up at him, their noses practically touched as she felt his fingers go down her stomach and grip her waist. "How late?" Her voice was barely a whisper, slightly catching once his lips grazed down her neck. Without thinking, her hands went to his chest, dragging her fingers down the grooves of his fair muscles.

The way he made her feel was so euphoric, like she was always on a high that never went down. Each kiss came with a star and each touch came with lightning. He was the embodiment of what filling the void was, a perfect escape.

It wasn't long before his gentle teasing kisses got rougher. His lips mended with hers, small breaks of breath leaving their swollen cherry lips. His hands hoisted her up, nails digging into her smooth thighs she so willingly parted for him, wrapping her legs around him. Her fingers ran over his milky skin, feeling his jawline down to the tattoo on his chest she loved so dearly. Hyojong playfully parted their lips, just to nip at her neck in the spot he discovered to be his favorite place, making an orchestra of whimpers leave her mouth.

Without a word, Hyojong moved and held her in his arms as he kept kissing around her neck and chest, a trail of violet marks left behind. Gentle pleasured breaths would leave her parted lips as she held onto him. Once he went to his bed, he put her down and automatically hovered over her, his eyes barely covered by his hair. "You look entirely too good in this.."

Jihye bit her lip as she smirked, pushing his button down off of his shoulders and pulling it off only to toss it to the side. "I dressed for the occasion, right?" She asked in a soft voice, rubbing her hands up his chest, her lips giving a gentle kiss to his tattoo on his chest, on the outline of the heart.

Hyojong chuckled a bit as he sat on his knees, looking down at the girl. "Yes but you're too hot for the occasion." He hummed as he took her chin between his thumb and index, lifting it so her big eyes could look up into his. This only caused her to blush and look even better under him. Hyojong traced his finger around her bralette one last time before lifting it, his tongue brushing over her lips.

Lifting her arms, Jihye felt the fabric melt away from her as her skin felt more flushed under him. The way he was looking at her made her feel even more flustered, she never quite got used to it. How he would stare her down with those sunken drowsy eyes, lick his lips and bite them all while touching her or curling his fingers here and there. No matter how many times they messed around, he always just... did it.

His fingers trailed down between her breasts, going down to her shorts. As he pulled down the cloth, his lips ghosted over her nipples. Hyojong looked up at her as his hands ran up her thighs, gripping them and pushing them open. A small smirk formed on his lips as he brought his tongue over her bud, swirling it.

Sucking in a breath, Jihye bit her lip as she reached out and grabbed the hem of his pants. As her numb fingers undid the little button, she felt Hyojong's hair tickle her neck as he kissed around her chest. A gentle giggle escaped her once he teasingly nipped at her collarbone, his tongue dragging across the faint marks he made.

Hyojong pulled back just to push down his pants with his boxers, giving Jihye a chance to rid herself of her thong. However, when she hooked her fingers in the straps, he quickly kicked his clothes off the bed and playfully smacked her hands away. "That's my job," He muttered, pushing his hair back with a grin.

Resting on her elbows, Jihye looked down at him as he gently pushed his hands up her thighs to grab the thin fabric covering her. She rose an eyebrow and smiled gently, feeling him slowly pull them down. A kiss was placed on her inner thigh, eyes gazing up at her.

"I love how your legs open when you're under me," Hyojong muttered against her skin before adjusting. He pushed one of her legs up, holding onto it as he looked down. For a moment, he watched Jihye run her fingers up his chest.

Jihye nearly adjusted but in a second, Hyojong had pushed into her without warning, making her dig her nails in his chest, cursing under her breath. She had scratched him a bit but he already started thrusting into her, so neither them particularly paid any attention to it. Her hands dropped to the bed, one gripping the sheets above her head and the other holding onto him.

Hyojong wasted no time building speed, his annoyance with the wait was entirely too transparent. He let out quick, short breaths as he rocked his hips into hers, his grip tightening on her thigh. His cock easily slid in and out of her, each movement was earned with a moan or a whine from her. He was obsessed with her facial expressions, her moans, her scratches; all of it.

Her eyes were focused on how his muscles would morph with his movements, how concentrated his face looked as he bit his lip to suppress his groans. Jihye started to rock her hips with his, taking him in deeper. She heard a low groan finally leave his lips once she moved with him, making her grin. Arching her back, she dragged her nails across his skin teasingly.

"You're annoyingly hot," Hyojong grunted, leaning over and gripping the headboard above her head. His other hand planted on the bed, stopping for a moment. He peered down at her, soft breaths leaving his lips. A quick kiss was given to her before he popped his hips roughly against hers, his grip tightening on the bar.

All air left her lungs as she wrapped her legs around him, unable to match her speed with his anymore. "Jesus, H-Hyojong-" Jihye breathed out the best she could as he ruthlessly thrusted into her, nails digging into his skin. All she could focus on was his hips and how fast he was moving. Her eyes felt clouded over and all she could hear was their melody of moans and the beds tired creaks under them.

His breath was against her neck, lips messily kissing and biting her skin as he pleased. "Come on, baby girl," Hyojong whispered to her, teasingly rolling his hips into hers, gaining another beautiful moan from her. He nibbled on her earlobe, groaning softly. "Cum for me," His voice was so low and husky from both tiredness and arousal. His fingers traveled to the space between her legs, rubbing her clit in circles and pushing into her harder.

Jihye clung onto Hyojong, a string of moans leaving her swollen lips. She simply bit her lips and nodded at his request, tightening her legs around him. Her body shuddered as the warm electric sensation took over her once she finally started to cum around him. His name rolled off her tongue effortlessly while her nails left marks on his fair skin, making him grunt.

Hyojong wrapped both arms around her waist, bringing her body right up against his as he gave one last strong thrust before he started to cum. A drawn out, muffled groan left him as he rocked his hips, riding out their orgasms. "Do you..still want to leave?" He asked her, not moving his head from her neck, heavy breaths leaving him.

"No, I can't feel anything right now."

"Good, I'll get the vodka in a minute."