yearning, etc.

Yearning. Definition: A noun, a feeling of an intense longing of something or someone.

That fits to the first words of the text message popping up in your notifications, reading the words of you’ve got to be here, im really waiting for you.

You can’t ignore that, not when it’s Eunchae that texted you that and it’s sincere.

The both of you have decency at least, and Eunchae knows that. You wouldn’t just pull into her hotel room and do the deed there before the show begins—no, you don’t want that and she doesn’t want it either.

It’s been four hours—nearly five, if your math is right—since she sent that message and you don’t know how to answer it, and left it in read. You’re just hoping she’s not breaking her trust in you as it’s mutual, and waiting for everything to be over before fulfilling whatever Eunchae wants, what she really yearns for.

“Everything good, sir? You seem nervous.” The driver asks, as he carefully roams around the streets of Paris.

“Yeah, just, you know—Eunchae, she’s looking for me.” The anxiety in your tone is evident, as you just shrugged it off and made yourself confident enough to face Eunchae soon.

The driver laughs as he reassures you a little, lighting the mood up a little. “I know she would be happy to meet you, just watch out on creating a damn controversy—the cameras can catch anything so you just need to be nonchalant as we leave the vicinity.”

You nod and smile, thanking the driver’s advice and possibly, the words of wisdom. “Thanks.”

It’s just a couple of turns before you fetch Eunchae as the driver says, so you compose yourself to be presentable and even hide your identity as much as you can, avoiding suspicion as a ding on your phone averts your attention, and it was Chaewon.

kim_ssamachi - 16:32 — “Better treat her right, dummy.”

Yeah, you should do just that or you’ll be a dead man to their leader.

You can see that familiar white frame in the distance, revealing such curves and that outfit accentuates her beauty, all throughout. You’ll say this now, the media didn’t do her justice with the way she looks incredibly gorgeous in person (as the other people online say, you’ll wholeheartedly agree with them).

As the car slowly decelerates to a complete stop, you see such a beautiful woman waving her fans goodbye, before somebody assists her to get on the car. Then, both of your eyes meet as you can feel your heart racing, exchanging smiles that will last until the end of the night. You’re allured with the sight of her, but in order to keep this secret, you compose yourself, a faux class under pressure.

“You look great, Eunchae.”

“So are you.” She replies, beaming a smile as the door closes, then the car moves swiftly in the right pace.

As the car traverses slowly down the narrow roads and onto the highway, the driver asks, “To your place, ma’am? Or to—”

Respectfully and eagerly, Eunchae replies, “To his place, rather. Thank you, driver-nim!”

Then, there she goes, ultimately whipped for you as she places her hands onto your thighs, then the other reaches to unbutton your top as you stop her because this isn’t the time, yet. “Slow down, Eunchae—don’t you even want to talk about how everything went?”

“Everything went great! But please~” The switch on her exposes your Achilles’ heel, not to mention the way she’s staring at you—those full, doe-eyes shining in need, an utter need to feel you. “Please, I need this.”

She does. She really fucking does and you should get yourself ready.

“Can’t contain it, Eunchae? That’s surprising of you.”

“How so?” Eunchae asks, slightly rhetorical in tone as she follows, “I need you right now and I know you need me too.”

She’s right and you can’t deny it even if you say you want to. You find yourself staring at a national treasure, a monumental sight as from head to toe, she’s defining what real beauty is and how every inch of her is admirable. Your hands find the side of her waist, as you make her tiny figure face you, then continue to stare at her beautiful eyes. “Well, I really can’t deny anything because you’re right.”

Her hands find the buttons of your top, undressing it as your lips finds hers, stirring down into a passionate exchange as her taste is like a drug, insatiable and unable to let go. She tastes as great as you remember—that favorite fruity matte lipstick she uses and herself, and that’s enough to deepen the kiss, her reciprocating as her nails dig deeper to your clothed back.

You just hope the driver isn’t too distracted with the hot scene happening on the backseat, but you trust him, knowing he’s professional and trustworthy enough to keep everything a secret.

“Need it now, please…” Eunchae pleads with you, as you find her neck, peppering it with pecks as her faint moans enables you to keep on going.

“Enlighten me, Eunchae.” Another kiss on the other side, your hands finding her flexing abdomen through the white clothing. “Speak up for me, darling.”

Her hands find your abdomen, teasing your pelvis as her actions are louder than her words, finding your clothed nether region yet your hands finds hers and directed it towards your shoulders. “Speak to me, baby.”

Your words just weaken her, and it’s evident with how her ragged breaths are heard as you mark her neck, and her hands shaking and roaming all over you in need.

“Want to feel you—want you to fuck me, please.” The wanton cry was the last string, and you need to fulfill it.

Finding the edge of her pants, you zip the troublesome clothing carefully as it’s too expensive to be ruined yet it’s a gamble you’re willing to play on. Mutually, you let her undress your bottom half too but not all the way, finding your boxers as her hands skate towards the band of it, eyeing your already hard cock. “God, it’s already hard.”

You chuckle as your hand finds her panties through her unbuckled pants, teasing her and earning such a sultry moan against your lips. You now kiss her soft lips passionately while your fingers sense a familiar spot, a wet one as she finds your hard shaft, her thumb circling around your sensitive tip which elicits that moan in you.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this, Eunchae—don’t worry, I’ll give you everything you want.”

“I’ll do my best—ahh, please keep doing that…” She’s whining, knees shuddering as your fingers dug deeper into her as her assurance enables you to let yourself out. She gives your head the familiar massage, her thumb continues circling it as the rest of the length experiences her leisure strokes, pleasurable albeit painful due to the lack of lubrication.

You didn’t just come to fetch her and just leave it as it is, because you know how things will end so you came prepared.

“Lather your hand with the lube in the glovebox there, that should make things easier.” It will sure aid for a ton, if she can even get herself to lean over and get the familiar bottle when you’re eagerly fingering her wet cunt. You can just feel the throbs of her pussy with each thrust you do, adding another finger to keep the chase going as her hands shiver due to the immense pleasure she’s currently experiencing.

“Oh lord—y-you’re really good at that, fuck—just keep on doing that!”

“You’re being behind, darling.” You tease her as she hastily lathers her hand with the lubrication, not giving a damn if it stains her outfit or all over the leather seat. “Come and do the same to me too.”

If she can even rival you, because it’s going to be a challenge as you increase the pace of your thrusts, her cunt clenching every time you hit a certain spot as the wet spot becomes apparent between her clothed thighs. She starts stroking you off and this time, she’s not letting herself be controlled over you as she fights with her own arsenal, steadily stroking your cock, from top to bottom which makes you grunt as your actions start to fade a little.

Your ego says no, so you see this as a challenge and fucks her cunt like you’re proving her who is really in control.

“Fuck you—god, please—” Eunchae chokes on her own spit right after, as she maintains jerking you off through the fabric, spewing such miniscule amounts of precum, indicating that she’s enabling you too and getting yourself closer to the edge. “I’m getting close!”

“Already, Eunchae? Gosh, you really are needy.” You tease her, a borderline degradation as she doesn’t care what happens outside as her focus is averted towards her high and how great your fingers feel in her messy pussy.

“It’s just your fingers—just your fucking fingers!” This side of Eunchae is unseen by many, and that’s a side worth cherishing if you’re going to be asked, because as her carnal grunts and herself being so disheveled is something that enables you to do more, and give her that.

She maintains her strokes on you albeit challenging due to how she’s currently a different person with just your digits up in her filthy cunt, and with that beautiful face debauched, you need to bless her with something else at your disposal.

Your lips find hers and unlike before, it’s messy, sloppy and downright pornographic—her tongue finds yours, dancing in-tandem as her lips devours yours, even her teeth pulling yours as the pain stings yet the pleasure behind it is the blessing in disguise. Her spit coats your chin as her princess-esque facade minutes ago stirred down to a fucked-up beauty of Eunchae, half-disheveled as she longs with your taste for every second that counts, her moans vibrating against your lips as she nears her epic high.

“That’s it—” Eunchae pulls out of your snug embrace, hissing as her strokes become idle, now directing her arms towards your neck as you make her face you. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“No.” You retort, which earns a puzzled face from her, masking the disappointment as you elicit those words. “I’ll make you cum if I say so. Right now, we can’t afford to mess up this outfit of yours, we’re still going outside, remember?”

“But please—” Her eyes really test you, but you’re man of your word, as patience will be the greatest virtue here. “—I can’t hold it anymore.”

You can tell, because of how wet her cunt is and how each thrust produces that squelching sound synonymical of something filthy where the other party nears euphoria.