IDEAL Romance [COMPLETED]

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2 days later / Thursday

Sana's POV

Living Room

I was in the middle of making out with some girl when Momo walked in with Jihyo. Ive been wondering when will she return here.

"We will be upstairs. Continue ", Momo said.

 They were walking to the stairs and my eyes were stuck on Jihyo. Just then I got water thrown right at me. 

"You're a fucking joke! ", The woman said then left.

 Momo laughed.

"At least it's not wine it won't stain your shirt", Momo said and continue to laugh.

I rolled my eyes undoing my shirt.

"You deserved it though that time. You were a real jerk".

I took my shirt off and shove it into the washing machine.

"Whatever go do your studying", I said. 

The door opened again. And the mad girl came and slap me around the face.

"You're a fucking asshole", she said and slapped me again.

"I forgot this too", she said and kicked me and got another cup of water and pour it over me then kissed me.

"Bye", I said.

She put the middle finger up at me and left.

"I am locking that door before she comes back ", Momo said and locked the door. 

I stood up.

~ A few second later ~

"Did it hurt?", Momo asked.

"No. Many women have done that to me. Kinda used to it", I said pulling out a cigarette

"Hold up when did you have a tattoo? ", She asked.

"Since like last week ", I said and lit a fag.

"You know this is why I don't bring my friends here. Because you either fucking with some women or you are really strange".

I smiled.

"This is my house. I let you live here. I can fuck with who I want I am older".

She rolled her eyes and the two went upstairs.

Jihyo POV

Momos Bedroom

"Momo what are you thinking about?", I asked.

"Something strange about her".

"Your sister?", I asked.

"Mhm. But It hurts my brian to think too much about it. Let's start".

~ Few hours Later ~

Kitchen

I stood on my tiptoes to reach for the glass.  I felt a hand on my waist and another getting the glass down. I turn my head to the right.

"You smell nice", Sana said.

"Don't flirt with me", I said.

"Why you liked it yesterday", she said.

 I turn around to face her. As soon as I made eye contact with her knew something bad was gonna happen.

"I-i-i-di-didn't". 

She tightened her grip around my waist and lean me against the counter. Her face came closer to mine.

"In denial", she said and kissed my bottom lip.

What am I doing I am cheating. But I can't seem to pull away no matter how much my brain is telling me to stop. Her kisses lowered to my neck. I didn't want it to stop. She began to suck on my neck. I tilted my head giving her more access. I run my finger through her hair and let out little moans. My phone then began to ring. I went to pick it up but she took my hand and lead me to a bedroom.

Her Bedroom

She laid me down on the bed. She took my phone and put it on the bedside. I'm not supposed to be pinned against her grey sheets.  My lip. My neck. Wherever her lips could reach. And I'm not supposed to like it. My back shouldn't be arching into her wandering hand and my head shouldn't be leaning back into the pillow so she can kiss and nibble more of my neck. My hands should be trying to get loose so I can push her away. Not so that I can bury my fingers into her black hair and tug. Her moan should make me pull away. To come to my sense. Not to tug her hair again and only to elicit yet another moan. I should push her away when her hand slides under my shirt, under my bra so that she can cup and squeeze my breast. I shouldn't moan and pull her face up so I can give her a hard kiss on her lips. I shouldn't open my mouth when her tongue swipes over my bottom lip and I shouldn't moan when I feel her fingers tug and rolled my nipples. I shouldn't whimper when she pulls her hand away. I should be relieved. But I'm not. I shouldn't beg for her to keep going.

I shouldn't sit up and take off my shirt when she told me to and I shouldn't let my eyes roam when her shirt slides up her torso. Her body rivals even Aphrodite. Her skin is just flawless. I shouldn't let a groan escape when she pushes me back down onto the bed, her fingers undoing the button to my jeans. And my hips shouldn't lifted off the grey sheets to help her get my pants off. I shouldn't let out a breathy gasp when her fingers rubbed my soaked underwear. I should talk back when she made remarks about how wet I was, not let out a broken moan when she teases me through them. I should push her away. Tell her I have a boyfriend not that I think she would listen. That we shouldn't be doing this. But no I dig my nails into her shoulder and pulled her closer when she pushed my underwear to the side and finally enters me with her two fingers. I should tell her to stop. Not beg her to keep going. To go faster. Harder. My hands shouldn't fall to her sheets and ball them in my fist when she adds a third finger. And I shouldn't be screaming in ecstasy. But I am and it feels so right when it shouldn't. And I shouldn't hold back a sob when her fingers leave me without warning. And I shouldn't gasp and my hands shouldn't moved to her hair, pulling her closer when her tongue is on me. Inside me. I shouldn't like it. But god, it feels so good and she's making me feel things I've never felt before. I shouldn't gasp and let out a moan when her thumb grinds down on a nub that makes me see sparks. I shouldn't pulled Sana up when three of her finger enter me for the second time so I can kiss her. And dammit, I shouldn't love the taste of myself on her lips. On her tongue. And my back shouldn't arch when a certain spot is reached inside of me, my nails shouldn't dig into her back eliciting a hiss and moan from her. I shouldn't pull away from the kiss and lean my head back when waves of pleasure from my orgasm wash over me. And my leg shouldn't wrap around Sana's own as she brings me down. I shouldn't let out a quiet whimper when her fingers slide out of me, and I shouldn't find it so unbelievably sexy when she brings her finger to her lips and sucks them clean. I shouldn't pull her down for another kiss.