Week 5 // Heejin - Angry Breeding

"You were supposed to hate it. What is it? Do you just not care!?" Heejin is way beyond sober. She is holding up her shirt to the bottom of her ribs to show the newly added jewelled piece to her midriff. "Here I am, ruining this 'perfect little body' that you go crazy for, and you just don't give a fuck!?"

You had been enjoying a herbal tea, or trying to, as you spent the last 5 hours wondering just what sort of trouble Heejin would be getting herself into after she stormed out and the last hour listening to their drunken bullshit. You had heard her call Asa on the phone, and that was never a good sign - the trouble-making duo. When they eventually returned home, their drunk tirade had a very specific target.

So you're here, sitting in an armchair, a cup of tea long forgotten on the side table next to you, as you frown at your girlfriend, who's standing in front of you, in a drunk daze. It looks like you're in for a long night...

"That's it, isn't it? You just don't care about me. You don't care about what I do!" She's getting louder with every word. She's getting herself in a fit. "Fine!" Heejin is leaning over you now, full of volatile virility, and you stare up at her, with just a pinch of irritation that laces your expression. "Maybe I should leave. Maybe I should go find a man ready to take some responsibility. Or maybe I should go have some fun with a woman."

"You want me to get mad?"

Heejin steps back in an instant, and she's looking at you with a drunken rage, her face scrunched up, her brows furrowed, and you almost feel like laughing at how much of a mess she is. Almost. There is, in fact, something dark and mean that curls within your chest - you like her getting feisty.

"You want me to snap at you?" You’re angry, but you keep a tight rein on the wilder emotions that are brewing. Heejin just scoffs at you and turns her back.

"I want you to care!" She hisses through gritted teeth. You really don't want to deal with her whining, drunken arguments - it's a headache you'd rather do without. "I want you to fucking be a little mad! I want you to be mad at me!" She looks over her shoulder; her cheeks are flush, her eyes are wide and frantic, but she's not as mad as she wants to seem. "Don't you get it? I want you to be as pissed off as I am!"

"You're an asshole," Asa suddenly spits.

"I'm an asshole?" You almost stand up.

"You're an assshole!"

"Do you even know why we're arguing? Or are you here to just mess with her head?" Your lips press into a thin line. You can already see Asa's plan - rile you both up into fighting so she can get off on the fight.

"Oh fuck you. I get it," she scoffs. "You're so fucking boring sometimes, you know that? You should be livid, but you're just sitting there, like you couldn't give two shits that Heejin is getting a piercing!"

"As if this was ever about the piercing," you hiss, and now you do stand. "Do you even know what this is all about, Asa? Do you have any fucking clue why you're here - No, of course you don't. Because this has nothing to do with you. Go home."

"She stays," Heejin interjects.

"Why?" you ask. "This is about you and me. Our future. Our family."

"Future." Heejin sneers. "Our family? What fucking family?" She's crying now. You've hit the exact sore spot you were looking for, but, if anything, that only makes you feel like shit. It's always your biggest fight. The one neither of you ever seems to agree on.

The kids thing.

It's never happened at the right time, or so you've claimed. You're still finding your feet; it makes no sense to complicate things by bringing a baby into the mix. Heejin's adamant you're just procrastinating - that you're never going to be ready.

"This isn't the time or the place."

"I know everything," Asa claims. "You're just not man enough to put a fucking baby in her!" She jumps on the chance to stick the knife in deeper. Her grin is devilish. "Oh, you could get hard for that little body, but you couldn't actually do anything with it, could you?"

You give Asa a deadpan stare, and she shuts up. "Why do you do this?" You turn to Heejin, exasperated. "Why do you invite her along when it's just going to get like this? She never has anything useful to add."

"I invited her because I didn't want to be alone!" Heejin yells back.

"So you're too drunk to be by yourself? What the hell were you thinking? And what's this?" You throw a hand out, gesturing at her exposed midriff. "A childish act of rebellion?"

"Maybe."

You're not holding anything back anymore, spilling all your annoyance, all your frustration, all of your anxiety onto her. "How the hell can we even think about having a kid if you can't take care of yourself? How can you expect me to take the idea of you being a mother seriously if you're out, getting drunk, and letting Asa, of all people, talk you into this fucking nonsense?"

Heejin's bites her lip as you vent it out - she can feel the passion.

"I want to put a fucking baby in you Heejin, but we're not ready! You're not ready. I'm not ready. Not until we can both agree that this is what we want and when we want it. Not when you're going off the rails and doing whatever Asa says because you're having a bad day." Asa scoffs again, but you don't spare her a second glance. "So yeah, I'm fucking pissed. I'm mad as hell, Heejin."

"Asa, get out." Heejin commands.

"What? But what about -"

Heejin wraps her arms around your neck and pulls your mouth down to hers. The kiss is sloppy, wet, desperate, and needy. You're not going to refuse her. Her small body presses against you. Her hands grab your upper arms tightly, and she steps backward, pulling you along. The kiss is broken, but only just, and Heejin's eyes are watery.

"You said your piece," she whimpers, "now fuck me like you mean it." She's already trying to drag you to the bedroom, and your stomach twists with heat. It's not right, not while you're mad at her, but it's what you both want.

You put your hands under her ass, on her little booty shorts, and hoist her up. Her legs wrap around your waist, and you kiss her hard, letting your teeth graze her bottom lip as you do. "You're such a bitch."

"And you're an asshole." She bites back.

Asa watches in disbelief as you carry Heejin right past her and toward the bedroom. "Heejin! What the fuck! I came here for a show!"

"Shut up, Asa," comes the distant reply.

You don't bother kicking the door closed behind you. Let Asa watch, for all you care, you just want Heejin. You drop her onto the bed and immediately crawl over her. She spreads her legs, and you slot between them, your body pressing against hers as you kiss her hard. You grope her ass, feeling her soft flesh beneath the thin fabric. She arches her back up into you, her fingers tug at the back of your shirt.

"I fucking hate you sometimes." Heejin gasps between kisses.

"You too," you grunt, pulling back to look at her. You pull off your shirt and throw it across the room. You pull Heejin up by the hips, and she grinds her core down on the tent in your pants. "That piercing is so fucking hot, by the way."

Asa is peering over the couch, looking into the open door as you dive down into your girlfriend's stomach and plant kisses over her toned body, while she shouts out, "Yes, kiss me. Yes, right there. Fuck, yes!"

You're all over her sensitive, pale skin. Tongue traces the lines of her abs. Hands grab the waist of her shorts. She shuffles up the bed, sitting with her head on the pillows, panting while you kiss down her stomach and pull at the hem of her shorts. Her fingers tangle in your hair. "You taste like sin."

"Shut up," she laughs, pulling on your hair. "Stop stalling."

"Who's stalling? I'm tasting you." You kiss the inside of her thigh. "And then I'm going to fuck you."

"And you're going to finish inside me."

"Heejin."

"Don't 'Heejin' me," she whines. "Please."

You pull her shorts off and take her panties with them, and you toss them towards the door. They come tumbling out of the bedroom, and Asa looks down at them with her mouth agape. She watches in stunned silence as you spread Heejin's legs and run your hands up the insides of her thighs.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." You place a single kiss on her clit.

"Grow some fucking balls." Heejin tugs at your hair. "I want it. I want all of you. Give it to me."

Your gaze drifts from her face, down her body, and lingers on her glistening pink folds. "And what if you're right? What if I'm just a coward?"