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emeraldbabygirl · 4 years

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It was moments like this shared in my kitchen wrapped in one another slow dancing to no tune. We sway back and forth around the island, giggling and kissing all the while. Sehyoon’s gaze tangles with mine like his fingers do my hair, pulling me closer to his hips, chests suffocatingly squished together, melding into one being. My own hand finds his scalp, raking sharp nails through ashen locks. His tongue meets mine for their own tango till I can think of only him. He smells like cinnamon and cloves matching his smokey grin when he pulls back, a lone string of saliva reminisce of how stupid he kissed me. Sehyoon’s hands ghost down my exposed neck to my chest, fondling my nipples through the thin material covering them, ever slipping further down to my thighs, kneading the covered flesh with a hum. He presses his forehead to mine, eyes aflame like supernovae, I can’t help but crane his jaw to slant his lips back on mine, this kiss wetter, messier, drool seeping down my chin. When he pulls back this time, Sehyoon clears his throat, a moan threatening to form as I move my knee between his legs to grind it against his cock in his chaps. The look he gives is wild and tells me not to stop, so I don’t, taking it further by boldly replacing my leg with the hand not abusing his hair follicles.

Sehyoon licks his lips twice, once to wet them, again to gauge my reaction. It was the little things that turned me on the most, he was well aware. With his own hand and intentions, Sehyoon pulls me from my ministrations, lifting my hand to put a gentle peck on the back. “I’m not going nowhere no time soon.” Sehyoon leans me against the dining table, head dipping to suck at the skin of my throat till he finds that spot that has my hips jumping to push against his with a short whine. “I want to take it slow. I’ve missed you.” His confession brings warmth to my chest, I want to hold him close and never let go, kiss him until he says stop, tell him ‘I love you’ over and over until he can’t question who my heart resides with. “May I touch you?” I nod vigorously, desperate for friction. Sehyoon shakes his head, hair falling over his eyes. “I need to hear you say it, darlin’.” He emphasises his words by letting me go, putting at least three inches between us, leaving me cold and annoyed.

I straighten my back and tilt my head back to stare evenly with the man denying my pleasure. I smile sweetly, creeping closer till I can wrap a finger in his belt loop, forcing his body to mine. “Sehyoon, god yes, please touch me, jesus fuck, just please make me cum.” Sehyoon says nothing, does nothing, just looks at me like he always does when I speak my mind. “I want you to fuck me, please fuck me.”

“How?” His rich voice is against my pulse, chest vibrating mine deliciously. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.” His hand trails along the lacing of my bodice, reaching for the heavy skirts, lifting it while putting pressure finger by finger on my ass cheeks.

“I-” Sehyoon doesn’t let me finish, suddenly biting my love spot with just the right amount of force. He tells me to continue, but it’s hard to focus when I feel a cool breeze on my backside. I take a shaky inhale, twisting his hair in my fingers tightly. “I want you to fuck me like the last time, on the floor.”

“So,” A hand reaches from around my ass to poke at my entrance, gliding up to meet my clothes clit. I jerk into him. “You want me to bend you over,” Sehyoon sounds giddy, like he’s remembering just as perfectly how that night and position felt for me. It probably felt just as good to him. Two fingers pull my knickers to the side so they can properly assess just how wet this whole ordeal had gotten me. It never fails, Sehyoon could turn me on with words alone. “And fuck you into the carpet while I pull you hair?” I close my eyes, moaning loudly, Sehyoon’s fingers slip barely in me then he’s rolling my clit between his thumb and forefinger. “While I play with your pretty lil’ clit?”

“Fuck me.” I choke out, more as a curse. “Yes, please.” I’m so close to my first orgasm I can feel my pupils dilate. Then he pulls his hand away. I don’t have much time to complain as Sehyoon hoists me onto the tabletop pulling my legs apart quickly. The table is low enough he can lean over me, putting his chest back on mine and his lips next to my ear to lick slowly like he was savoring the taste.

“Show me then.” I looked up at the white ceiling, confusion washing over me, unsure if Sehyoon had spoken or not. “Show me just how bad you want me to bend you over.” I set out to ask how when two of his fingers found themselves inside my pussy. I have no time to do anything but moan fully, a deep sound from my chest that drove the man above me feral. I see white light a few moments, my first orgasm hitting my body like a waterfall. I blink back to consciousness, Sehyoon is looking down at me, a fond smile greeting me. “Look at the mess you made, princess,” he gestures to his pants, “I can feel your squirt on my dick through my britches.” Sehyoon’s hand encases mine to guide it to the aforementioned area to show me, dark denim in low light doesn’t do it much justice. He’s right, I completely soaked the front of the jeans. “So messy.” The hand he had in me is unceremoniously shoved into my mouth, my saliva and cum slipping towards the back of my neck. “May I continue?”

He moves his hand, “Yes,” I gasp out, then I'm sucking them down again. Sehyoon’s right hand continues what his left started, our eye contact never breaking. He brings me to my next orgasm quickly, except this one is from deep in me, rolling out of me and onto the table and floor.

“Two. And so creamy.” Sehyoon is watching his fingers intently, a dumb grin on his handsome face. “Do you taste good, my love? I have to say I’m a lil’ jealous, I love licking your clit till you cum for the first time. You taste like you mine.” He regards my dresses with an exasperated sigh. “I should untie you first, shouldn’t I? Can’t breathe properly laced up like this, right pretty baby?” He pulls at the top of my dress, the elastic keeping it on my shoulders snapping below my boobs. “Corsets are a lil’ much, I reckon, and so I won’t.” Sehyoon pulls me from the table to the top, gripping my thighs to wrap around his waist. It’s very short lived, Sehyoon is quick to untangle us, placing me on my feet, kneeing behind my own to tell me to get on the ground. Sehyoon nugged my ankles apart, kneeling behind me to rub his cock against my opening, pushing in only slightly. “Pussy this good is so hard to come by. But you know that huh, baby girl, or…” His hand curves around my thigh to meet my clit, other hand holding on to a tit, squeezing after every thrust. I forget how to breathe in a that moment, it was just Sehyoon, just a stranger who passed though town ever so often, he always said he missed me, wanted to take it slow, but it always ended like this, im deep in me, moaning my name in my ear till he cums in me. He always stays for the morning, fixing breakfast before taking off god knows where.

“Stay still.” He commands, removing himself from my body, “I just,” a hand comes down on my ass, I hiss back, he leaves it there. “Fuck. Do you know how beautiful this is to me? How beautifully you take cock? I-” whatever he was about to say dies on his tongue, slamming back into me. “I love you.” He whispers gently, caring, genuine, much unlike the way he’s plunging against my g-spot. I can’t respond, all air knocked from my lungs. Just Sehyoon. I don’t realize I’m cumming, Sehyoon holding my skirts up as he focused on riding out my orgasm together. I hear what I think is my name on his lips as he spills his seed into me. I never tell him no.

“Can’t stay.” I knew that, he gave in so easily to my request. “‘N don’t know if I’ll make our date next week.”

“When will you be back?” Sehyoon fixes his trousers, keeping his focus on dressing. “Will you be back?”

“You gave me a bed when I was dirt poor. Fed me when I was starving. And fucked me when I needed relief and you never once asked a question.” His tone is playful but smiles sad, eyes remorseful. “I shuldn’t have said what I did, but I meant it. Alla’ it.” All the while I fixed my own clothes, I berated myself, annoyed I had fallen for a handsome charmer instead of a decent scholar. “I’ll miss you… and the ale.” Sehyoon snorts, a joke we had shared once that seems like a distant memory now. I am then reminded of what he is and what he does. His life never guaranteed a tomorrow. “The money is on your bed, keep this place runnin’ till I get back?” I nod, smiling fully, I don’t want Sehyoon to leave with the image of me sad. “And if they ask where you got it from?”

“‘A Robin Hood exists to some’.” I recite, cheesing up at Sehyoon, who finally turned around to look at me one last time. “Go, before you can’t.”

“I-”

“Go.”

It isn’t long that I hear of a train robbing going south, I try to not let the news rile me, any man with hair black as night could have been the one shot dead. I breathe in and serve drinks and food and laughs, swatting at grabby hands, giving a flirtatious wink to the harmless ones, showing off Sehyoon’s money for the neat muscle I hired to keep me and my girls safe. I fill my week with various things from cleaning the entire tavern to picking fights with the sheriff about how I got my bar out of debt so quickly. I spend my days with friends and nights hard at work. It slips my mind when Friday comes, then the next,and the one after that. I keep so busy I don’t eavesdrop on gossip, the mention of black hair no longer makes my heart jump. I go four weekends without a word, confirming my suspicions.

“Boss?” I look up at one of the cooks waving his meaty hand in my face.”You ‘kay? You don’t look too hot.” I want to tell him why, but I know what he’ll say, Junhee doesn’t care for cowboys, or ruffians as he called them. They bring nothing but pain, he says, and don’t take pity on even the lowliest of them, they’ll use you. I wave him off with a bright grin, insisting I was just stressed by finances like usual. His face flattens as he holds up an envelope. “I don’t think you have to do much of that this month.” Jun throws it on the bank books with a sneer. “You know I don’t approve, we can make legit money.”

“I don’t pay you for lectures, Jun, dear, back to work please, darlin’.” I don’t bother waiting for him to leave, tearing the letter up to find well over three hundred dollars and a note. It's hard to make out, Sehyoon said he never went to school or anything fancy, but his mother did teach him to write, no matter how poor the penmanship is.

“To my Dearest, -RH”

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