The Talking Stage

Time duration prompt: “The talking stage”
Wildcard: In medias res (i.e the scene starts in the middle of the action)

Chaeryeong hates it when you pull her hair, or at least she says she does, but the gasp that leaves her mouth and her warmth clenching around your cock are non-complicit in the lie. She turns, or tries to turn her head but your grip holds her mostly in place. The long dark hair not held in a makeshift ponytail falls across her eyes hiding her fox-like features and probable glare. You push forward again, slowly, filling her to the hilt as you pull her back on to you in sync and a desperate little sound escapes her lips.

“Ah- What? No, I just stubbed my toe on something,” Chaery replies to a question you couldn’t hear on the other end of the call.

She’s on her knees on all fours on your bed, ‘resting’ on her elbows so she can still hold the phone up to her ear with one hand. It doesn't exactly look comfortable, but it gives her back this incredible arch, tight body stretched down and out in front of you while you fill her over and over. 

She continues to babble nonsense down the line, little “mhmms” and “ahas” and “yeps” stereotypical of someone not really listening to what’s being said by the other party, coincidentally in line with every time you bury yourself deep in her pussy. She’s having two separate conversations at the same time and by the wetness you feel every time your thighs meet the back of her, you’re doing your part of the conversation just fine. 

The unwitting third member of this dance is her ‘not-yet-boyfriend’ Minjun, or was it Seojun? Whatever the poor bastard’s name is, he was some sad sack she’d battered her (admittedly very pretty) eye lashes at a few weeks ago to give him some hope they’d ever be anything more than friends. 

“We’ve got to get to know each other a bit more before I let you take me out on a proper date”, she had told him earlier that week, with a coquettish smile and a lingering pat on the arm.

“He’s not my boyfriend, so it’s not cheating,” she told you about an hour ago, while palming your crotch and impatiently pulling on your belt buckle as the phone rang on her bed side table. “We’re still in the talking phase.” 

Whatever the fuck that means.

“It’s pretty fucking close Chaer,” you hissed back, frustrated. “I’m not fucking someone else’s girlfriend.”

“I would never do that,” Chaeryeong lied unconvincingly. “This is over when he asks me out and I accept. Two more dates max. Now shut the fuck up and help me with this.”

Your feelings on the matter aside, it hadn’t stopped you dropping your pants to the ground and fishing your hardening cock out of your briefs. She grinned as her knees hit the carpet, one hand reaching for your length and the other for the phone.

They’d been on the phone for nearly an hour before you grabbed her hair. She gotten you off early while she was still on her knees, holding the phone out to the side while you buried herself down her throat and came embarrassingly quickly. After that it was a special abuse to be edged for almost forty minutes once she got you back to full mast. Don’t misunderstand, fucking Chaeryeong is heavenly, her cunt feels like it was made to take your dick specifically. But not being able to make noise, fuck her quickly, get yourself off, tell her what you wanted was a sweet, sensuous kind of torture. Your one solace in this arrangement was that in-turn for being absolutely dead silent, she had said you could do whatever you wanted to her. You weren't allowed to speak, but she wasn’t able to protest against whatever you did either, and your favourite game was to see how far you could push her.

Pulling back on her newly acquired ponytail, she rose off the sheets with a gasp until her sweat slicked nape and shoulders touched against your chest. Now almost upright, aside from her arched lower back such that you can still see the top of her ass bounce every time you enter her, you drop the grip in her hair to reach around to clasp lightly around her throat. Not hard enough to choke her or even interfere with her speaking, just hard enough to remind her who was in charge.

Your other hand is still on her hip, squeezing and pulling her back on to your cock in time with every drive of your own hips, now starting to pick up pace. She looks sideways at you through loose strands of fringe and ex-ponytail, her eyes both wide and warning when she sees the grin spread across your lips. 

“Speak”, you mouth at her and slowly pull yourself out of her warmth until just your cock head is sitting against the threshold.

“What? Oh yes, umm, maybe we could, umm see a movie this weeken- Ahhhh!” She exclaims loudly as you slam back inside her. Your thighs slap against her ass and it jiggles wonderfully down to her perfectly shaped thighs. You feel the moan vibrating in her throat through the skin of your palm, “stubbed- oh ffffuck-  other toe.”

You’d laugh at the ridiculousness of it, but your mind is a haze of need and heat and Chaeryeong. Instead, you retreat again, glacially, as her pussy tries to grip hard enough to keep you in. Back at the starting position, she glares at you again, eyes wilder than before. You're both on the precipice from the extended edging, and the slow strokes are only what is stopping either of you from cumming then and there. 

“Speak”, you mouth again. 

“Yeh, I'm okay. Better than okay, I’m so fucking okay. We can go see what movie yo- Ohhhhh!” This time when you drill into her you flex your cock into her front wall at the apex of your drive, hitting the spot you’d in her found many times before. Not waiting, and far past playing, you pull out and push back in again with increasing speed. 

“Hang on, I just need a- oh fuck- a minute-  yes baaaaby,” she nearly keens, fumbling for the mobile phone now, trying to hit mute. You've both been here before, and what you're building up to won't be explained away with another stubbed toe. 

 You're not sure who the pet name was directed at and that pisses you off, more than you’d admit to anyone. You let go of her neck and grab a soft breast that has been bouncing tantalisingly this whole time, kneading the supple flesh with your left hand, while your right hand slips down from her hip around to her clit. Squeezing her nipple while pressing her bud and burying yourself in her pussy rips a shriek out of her, and she drops the phone to the bed. You don't wait for her to check if she’s managed to mute the call properly before she drops it, and you don't particularly care. Secretly, you hope she messed it up, that the idiot with the rose-tinted glasses on the other end hears Chaeryeong cum as you fuck her through her orgasm. Since you know her well enough by now, you know that she also doesn’t really care and doesn't really want to know if the phone is muted or not.

It's the same reason she went down on you the first night you met at a party, barely concealed from the crowd by an unlocked bathroom door. It's the same reason she drags you out of class to ride you behind the stacks in the college library while there're study groups scarcely a few feet away. It’s the same reason she begs you to fuck her while she’s on the phone to her sort-of-boyfriend. The same reason she begs you to fill her up, even though you both know she’s on the pill. The risk of getting caught or something going wrong floods her mind with dopamine to the point where she will do anything to satiate that high, and anything to get it again. 

So, she doesn't even need to say it, you know what she wants, it's the same thing she always wants and it gets you every… fucking… time. But she says it anyway, head tilted so far back that it’s resting on your shoulder, body shaking with the relentless slamming of your hips and her own climax, voice cracking as she whispers into your ear; “Breed me.”

A pent up roar and a pent up load both explode out of you at the words, you bury yourself as deep as you’ve ever been, and hot seed paints Chaeryeong’s walls. The woman herself screams and shakes and breaks apart, cunt clenching spasmodically to try and milk you dry. Time stops behaving normally while you slowly rub her sensitive clit as she continues to shake in your grip, you're not sure if it was a minute or an hour when she finally puts her hand on your wrist to stop you. 

You kiss the top of her head and slowly pull out of her, your combined love making coats your cock and leaks down her pussy and thighs as she scrambles for the phone. Rolling on to your back and breathing heavily, you ignore the shushing sound she emotes at you, and she gets up to head for the bathroom. You're disappointed to see her press a button to unmute before speaking breathlessly down to her ‘lover’.

“Sorry Hun, I thought there was a spider, you know how much I can't stand them,” Chaeryeong consoles, voice fading as she walks away before being cut off by the bathroom door, leaving you to deal with the sweat soaked and cum stained sheets. Alone.

She comes back almost twenty minutes later, the phone call finished up with apologies and promises to talk again soon and “no, you hang up’s”. She’s showered and wrapped in a white towel, you’re back in just your briefs and you've changed the sheets. She lays down beside you, saying nothing but closing her eyes for a few moments before the real world all rushes back in.

You would never admit it to her, but these are your favourite moments, the quiet between the lust and the loneliness, between the adultery she pretends this isn't and the apathy you pretend to have for each other outside. Just her laying on your bed, night black hair splayed out around her on the fresh sheets like spilled ink on paper. A painting of this flawed goddess on the canvas of your bed, the beautiful smile on her face fading as the minutes pass.

See, there has to be a balance, a leveling in her physiology that comes with the post-risk high. You're not if it's a crushing weight or a dull murmur in her mind that says everything she just did was a mistake. That you were a mistake. So, she runs, not truly blaming you but not able to reconcile the dopamine-deficient low that she feels from the fact that you are there every time she feels it. You don't chase her, your feelings for her strong enough to recognise you would only make things worse by forcing her to face her choices in that moment. 

The world returns to normal; Chaeryeong doesn’t apologise for running out, doesn’t speak to you at all at college, doesn’t accept Hajun’s (you were close) new proposal to be his girlfriend, doesn’t stop flirting with a dozen other boys, doesn’t change at all. Flirty but untouchable, partly aloof with everyone in public, including you. You shouldn't be hurt by it, she’s just maintaining the facade, you know her better than just about anyone, but it still stings to know your feelings for her aren't reciprocated. 

Your resolve to keep a more reasonable distance from her craziness disintegrates when she calls you one evening, crying, asking to be picked up. The exact evening you knew she was supposed to be going to the movies with her now almost-boyfriend (one date to go). 

She’s sitting out on the kerb in front of the cinema when you pull up beside her and she drags herself up off the ground to slide into the passenger seat of your car. Her face is red from crying, mascara in streaks down her face, one shoe in her hand, the other lost to the ether. You still think she looks beautiful, and before your brain can stop you it escapes your mouth. She freezes, looking up at you from under long lashes and a small smile cracks the side of her adorably puffy face. 

You kiss her on the forehead and tell her she doesn't need to talk about it, but you will be here when she does, and everything will be okay. You pull back on the road in silence, Chaeryeong holding your hand as you drive. When the off ramp to her apartment comes up, you begin to indicate to turn before she shakes her head and points ahead. “Yours,” she says, speaking for the first time since getting in your car.

You hesitate, “I don't know if that’s a good idea, Chaer. I’m not sure what went on tonight, but I think you’ll feel better when you have had a sleep in your own bed.”

She snatches her hand back from yours, “I know what will make me feel better right now and it’s not sleep,” she practically spits, hands reaching over the centre console to run your thigh.

“Chaer, stop. You’re not in the right state of mind at the moment, let’s just wait until we get home and get you cleaned up first.”

“What? I thought you liked me a mess? With mascara running down my face, that’s what you said the first night we met. Said I was such a good girl for you, on my knees in that bathroom. Thought you liked me all fucked up?” 

She’s pulling at your belt buckle now, and your silence is deafening. She’s right in a way, you had been laying all the blame for her antics at her feet, since she was the one that always initiated it. But you enabled her as much as she led you astray. There would be no original sin with only one Adam or only one Eve. The realisation is brutal, and liberating at once.

Your body answers for you before you can articulate any rational thought on the matter, Chaeryeong undoes your seatbelt, her own already gone, followed by your belt and zipper. Eyes frantic yet still on the road, you lift your ass slightly to help her shuffle your pants slightly and free your cock, rock hard from the hit of sin you're both chasing. 

“Mmmh fuck,” Chaeryeong purrs, leaning over, briefly obscuring your view before descending to your lap. “That’s what I've really wanted all night.”

There’s no brakes on the girl, or in your mind, as she swallows you whole in one go. Nose brushing your bunched up pants, she coughs slightly, taking your length so quickly, so raw. The groan it draws out of you has your body tensing, pushing slightly faster on the accelerator, destination forgotten.

She rises only far enough to swirl her tongue around the head of your dick, before she sucks, cheeks hollowing and then throating you completely again. It's a manic, mind-blowing technique, if you can even call it that. She feels like she’s trying to suck your soul out through your cock and impale herself on it at the same time. You’ve got a death grip on the wheel and you're losing control of the vehicle only slightly slower than you're losing control of your faculties. 

Spit runs down your shaft as she gags again, saliva pooling on your crotch as your trying to remember what the speed limit is where you are, wherever the fuck that is now. That attempt at common sense goes out the window when Chaeryeong reaches down and fondles your balls while she turns her head to the side. Side-eyeing up at you, cockhead bulging against her inner cheek, tears running sideways down her face, tongue lapping around your width now. She’s got one hand between her legs, getting off on the heat, on the pain, on the life these moments breathe into her.

“Oh, fuck Chaer, you like that?” You grunt out, spying her current position. 

No articulated response forthcoming, she only moans happily into the side of your cock, but you get the gist.

“God, you fucking drive me insane, always pushing me away and pulling me back in. Talking with these other boys when I’m right here and I can give you everything you fucking want,” you’re rambling now, one hand in her hair and one on the wheel. “You don't have to do all this other crazy bullshit, why can't you just be happy… with me?” 

Chaeryeong comes up for air for the first time in a while, and her eyes are blown wide, partly in lust and partly at what you're implying. She’s a mess now, swollen lips, spit running down her chin, mascara not even recognisable as tear streaks anymore it’s just smeared across her face.

“You want me? All of me?” She mumbles, still teasing her clit. 

“Always have Chaer.” You take the moment of respite to pull over behind an old out-of-use highway toll booth and rip the handbrake on. “You’re mine, and I’m yours already, just fucking accept it.” Hand still in her hair, she’s nodding rapidly now, a lust drunk smile on her face. You tug her back down toward your lap and she goes back to work on your cock with a vengeance.