day 23: foodplay

Quintessential. Oh yes, she definitely is.

An epitome, the standard—and that’s how the public views her, behind the camera or even with their own eyes.

So, even with those vague forewords, why would you even think that she’s really contradicting those claims? Well, how can you not when she’s just an inch away from dancing with you, and it’s not just any ordinary one, even metaphorically.

“Stop, baby.” Oh, her faint, dulcet voice is honey to your ears, a sweet concoction alongside her doe eyes sparkling against the dim light the hallways emit. “We can’t do it here.”

“Tch, why not?” Her eyes eagerly scan you, and your confidence marvels her, truly. “It’s not like someone can capture us doing this—ugh—little show of ours.”

You can’t blame her, mostly with the fact that you empathize with her in an extent that you would be cautious too of your surroundings. Even with heightened senses, you wouldn’t exactly divert your attention away from her.

Yes, only her, eyes on Sana—up and down, left and right, you scan her features and it’s breathtaking.

She moans with your lips brushing her neck, and that profound reaction would just get better as time runs by.

You stop and she whines, wanting to address something. “What do you even think I’ll do to you in this random alleyway—”

“A hallway, by the way—”

This girl, you swear to god. It’s annoying and she giggles with her miniscule triumphs, and you playfully roll your eyes just to get another chuckle from her.

“Whatever—don’t change the topic.” You hiss with a futile attempt to intimidate her, and as destined, you failed. “Say it, Sana.”

Your hand still roams around the arch of her back to her hips, eliciting a small moan from her as she composes herself to tell the assumption. 

And then, she smirks and smiles deviously. “I thought you’re going to fuck my cunt with your fingers.”

They all lie, they really do. Only you can see the deflowered façade of hers, and she’s boldly claiming it with you. Her words struck something in you, sending magnitudes of amusement as you distance yourself against her by just a little and earning an ambiguous laugh. “And then they say you’re as innocent as an angel, Sana.”

“They’re funny.”

“They really are.” Your voice low and deep, as you close your eyes to initiate another lock with her lips.

You still have some decency in you, and Sana’s attempts are in the form of a taunt. Even though it’s clearly ambiguous, she still remained victorious because she only has a single goal to fulfill herself with what she needs: to lure you in, deeply.

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It was a quick traverse down to your car and with such comfort no one can ever experience, you let the beast out and really gave yourself in.

“Fuck, babe.” Sana elicits the wonder of your actions, hands onto your back as she praises you and feeds your ego. “Really missed me, huh?”

“How can I not? I miss every-single-thing from you, head to toe.” Your words are on par with your actions, and it’s crazy to think how insatiable she can really get with even just verbal exchanges.

Five weeks was enough to state the obvious. Each party in its own stressful nature and passions was enough to bear the fruit of hunger between each other. There’s nothing in this world you could ask for if you have her, the one and only Sana. 

You’d constantly hate Nayeon’s bombarding of texts and images whenever she’s with her but it was a concluding act to formulate what you’re experiencing right now. In both ways of satisfaction and happiness: one where you’re smiling like an idiot scrolling down those images and contagiously being jovial on your own seeing her seize her cherishable moments; and two, is the fact that you’ll eventually bound to meet her after a while and here you are, definitely seizing every second.

“Baby, I’ve always thought of something while I’m away from you.” 

You part your lips against her porcelain skin, and raise an eyebrow, piqued on what she may have in store for you to be interested in. “Mhm, tell me.”

“But there’s a catch, though.” You roll your eyes with another hindrance that took you off your seat. Her reasons grew exponentially ludicrous yet you got used to it, knowing how playful she can be. 

“Oh please, Sana.” You fake an exasperated breath right after, yet still, she will live up with what her lips have escaped.

“Just drive me home then I’ll let you know.” 

She sealed the deal but then, you realize that it’s riskier at her place, knowing its contradiction of an ideal spot to really let it all out. She’s cognizant about it, and within a second, proposes another reason to check out what’s on the line. “Oh, now I know, baby~”

You reposition yourself a little, tuck her hair behind the cartilage of her ear then attentively listen. “Now I hope this won't be behind another brick wall.”

Sana scoffs, a chuckle radiating that gleeful energy that’s definitely contagious. “No, this is to cross out another one on the list.”

Your eyes widen, eyebrows furrowing with the intent of amusement and the cherry on top, the confounded emotion. “Oh shit, you still have that, huh?”

Her hands roam around your shoulders, and points her index finger at her forehead, and then she permeates that hubristic smile of confidence, utterly in the rush of excitement with what can possibly unfold. “Got it all in this, baby. Really, in my head.”

Sana isn’t afraid to vocalize what she truly feels, and it’s elevated whenever she is with you. What could possibly stop her from saying such profanities or even the most endearing words known to mankind? You ignite her lingering emotions to an extent that she could be also the tool to break you—an instrument crafted to make the both of you in parity, mutually needing each other and then yearning for more. 

If the gods above destined her to do that mission of her, they surely did live up exceeding expectations, and there you fucking go, can’t stop worshipping her.

It catches her off-guard, but eager to reciprocate. Tangled between each other's arms, it seems like you’re only luring yourself deeper and making her dance with you until it all becomes too much. You pull out and she catches her breath, not before cupping your cheek and draws her hand towards your nape. “I need to taste you, baby.”

If this confined space in the backseat doesn’t exist, you would have more freedom to let feel everything. It took a second to render what she just said, and with a smile curling up your lips and a hand on her waist, she knows she’s about to let yourself be unlocked in a different world—and yes, you’ll introduce her with it.

“Is this a new rendition of the bucket list you still have in your mind?”

Sana rolls her eyes, chuckling, preening with your acknowledgement. “Glad about it but not really. Hah… Let this warm you up.”

She tugs onto your belt and you look down onto her clumsy fingers attempting to unbuckle it but she struggles a little. “Getting too cocky, babe?”

“But you’re not stopping me?” And then, you catch her wrists effortlessly, and it’s just a simple investment of energy to hinder her advances. That shock on her face, a circular mouth signifying its sincerity says it all, and you’re triumphant with what she thought you wouldn’t do knowing you don’t have such nerves to impede her.

“Come again?” You’re teasing her, lightly, yet she whines and pulls that card of enervation, that goddamn pouty lips and doe eyes—a fucking Achilles’ heel is worth defying your strength in all aspects.

God, she stares just like that and you simply can’t let your princess be your damsel in distress.

The grip loosened, and the victory of hers was evident and even better, helping her inch closer towards her desired prize.

“You know, Sana, I don’t really know if you can do this here.” You’re clearly doubting her, not by her skills (before you could say anything else, she’s a spectacular showstopper and no one can match her, not even Nayeon or Eunha) but by the fact with such limited space.

“You have to trust me, baby.” Of course, you will and it’s a braindead response. You nod and let her orchestrate how things will go, and you’re eager to comply. “But for now, let me go on top of you.”

If anyone can see such a beauty in the brink of besmirchment, they would be amused and they’ll be met with such a show.

Forget that goddamn foreplay, it’s Sana that runs you over and drives you into insanity.

She’s now on top and you let yourself be comfortable, until her voice snaps you back to reality. “Fancy for some ice cream?”