maw.

There’s one golden rule in life whenever you’re with Hwang Yeji: you will gawk at her.

It doesn’t matter how verbal your compliments can be from such a perfect, modelesque face up to the toned curves of her body, or even with the physical touch of your fingers roaming down her pristine skin, you will inevitably be head over heels for her.

But it goes like this: her head is resting onto the headrest of the backseat of your car, and she just wants to talk about how long of a day she had. 

Ultimately, you will listen to her frustrations and the little talks she always does whenever she’s with you, and her voice just heals you in a different way nobody could.

God, those eyes are just perfect to get lost in and she knows it.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” Yeji snaps her fingers in front of you, zoning off as the trance of her beauty puts you in a different mood. 

“I am, just—got lost into your eyes, I guess.” You smile so nonchalantly she playfully hit you on the shoulder, and with just the two of you chilling in a parking lot in the middle of the night, there’s nothing you wanted to do but let her feel what you’re best at.

“Also, this outfit looks way too good on you.”

“Then I shouldn’t be wearing it anytime soon again, no?” Yeji’s banter made you chuckle in the slightest, knowing she’s insinuating something suggestive. 

“Better on the floor, I guess.”

“Pervert.” Yeji’s figure leans down closer towards yours, switching positions gracefully despite the compact space the two of you are in, topping you as the heat of her body meets yours. “Actually a perverted man, you are.”

Your lips just latch onto her neck, a little tickle which she laughs but you didn’t really let go with the delectable taste of her skin, translating those little giggles onto subtle moans. 

“No, I’m not—I’m just complimenting you, Yej.” You sure are, letting your breath kiss her lips as she faces you with those eyes locked onto yours, glistening with the heat of love and desperation.

“Never knew dresses that fit me are better off me—how smart can you be, hm?” Her hands are prompted on your shoulders, smiling back as you have your own defense.

“First of all, you’re not wearing a dress and secondly, I just said ‘on the floor’ and not ‘off you’.” She rolls her eyes, and those lips curled up that sly smile and chuckle yet again.

“God, I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.”

There you go, the both of you melting towards each other in the backseat of your car. Sounds fitting, isn’t it?

You couldn’t wait and neither did she but with her authority right now, you really can’t say no.

Not when her heavenly lips are wrapped onto your throbbing cock, and there’s nothing you can’t do about it.

“You really can’t wait until we get to my place, hm, Yej?”

“How can I?” She discontinues the bobs, absolutely abysmal with the hindrance but her wrist isn’t idle, accustomed to stroking you into submission like it’s nothing. “Your hard cock is already poking at my shorts—I can feel it already so like, why not attend to it?”

She dives in, lips wrapped around snugly as you remind her. “Yej, we’re literally not gonna get home if you’re just gonna suck me off in this parking lot.”

She slobbers a little more, pulls out and sneers at you. “First of all, I’m inside your car, which is inside a parking lot, and second of all, you don’t seem to dislike this—not even a little bit.”

Her responses are always witty and golden, something you admire but there are times which it pisses you off in a different way. You don’t really sweat it that much because she’s right, but with the way you’re enjoying this, the two of you are gonna rot in here for a little while.

“But then what if someone sees us?” You’re a little breathy, hands fiddling those brunette locks of hers and even the well-tied braid as you’re clearly enjoying this way too much to stop, despite the lingering apprehension.

“They won’t.”

Jesus, she’s hungry for your cock.

She just bobs up and down, and you down and to your right side to see her figure in such a flexible display, with her back exposed like it’s the eighth wonder of the world.

Surely, it is, and you won’t shut up on how much you fucking love her like this.

“You can definitely tell.” Yeji looks at your eyes, yearning as her hands rest onto your thighs with her drool besmirching the beige leather below, making a pool of a mess between your thighs. “I’m really hungry for your dick.”

If it isn’t obvious enough.

You’re in a conundrum earlier but the inevitable soon came and she’s thankful for that. You would even say to yourself that you’re grateful for her attendance to your hardening member and really can’t let your ego lie about it because you’re practically begging for more when you’re near.

But here’s the best thing: the both of you got home without anything stupid to deal with, even if it is one of Yeji’s plethora of ways to just gargle onto your cock.

“Glad we didn’t stay on there for too long—the guards will literally be on our asses.” You chuckle with Yeji’s words, finding that weakness in her where you immediately respond.

“Guess you were scared too after all, huh?” The fauxness was evident, and she was about to leave the car, she gives you that smug look which aims to intimidate you.

“Maybe a little bit—but thanks for the cum, it was delicious.” Then she bangs onto the door but not without flashing you that flying kiss she always loves to do, and you stay in your seat for a little while, smiling like an idiot knowing how much the event earlier made you feel butterflies.

Seriously, that’s the paramount of euphoric experience and you never get to thank her.

“Fucking hell, what a woman.” You whisper to yourself, gripping the steering wheel softly as you reminisce about the sin earlier.

Let’s just mention the fact on how she took you way too well down her throat that it felt unnatural—you’ve never thought such human limit could be achieved, because she took you balls-fucking-deep.

It’s always perplexing albeit you’ve felt the familiar columns of her throat for god knows how many times. 

Those thoughts make your throb and erect, yet again. 

Yeji’s hands knock on the window, peeking through the tinted glass as you’re quick to pull it down. 

“Aren’t you coming inside?” She gestures all over the door, a little curious on why you’re suddenly like this.

“I will be—just do your thing inside, alright?”

She smiles, a little crass with her actions as she hurries herself and unlocks the door, swiftly heading towards her bedroom possibly.

You get out of the car, lock the doors and stretch a little then a sigh follows right after. A sigh that invokes that familiar feeling: we’re definitely fucking tonight.

Even messed-up or not, she definitely looks beautiful and you’re showing her why.

You kiss her neck slightly, latch onto the porcelain skin of hers and murmur the compliments that strokes her right. “See, it’s better when it’s only the two of us alone—I could properly worship you, Yej.”

Yeji clicks her tongue, then a moan follows right after as her hands rest onto your shoulders, letting you take charge over her but she isn’t all too submissive. “Would’ve done it in the car longer if you weren’t such a pussy.”