Haeun and Jihoon movie night

As the others finished up dinner and retreated to their rooms for the evening, Haeun found herself sitting in the living room with Jihoon. They’d agreed on another movie night to ease into the new arrangement, an awkward tension lingering between them. The air was thick with anticipation and uncertainty, neither of them quite sure how to broach what was coming next.

“Should we... start the movie?” Haeun suggested, her voice soft and tentative.

Jihoon nodded, his expression a mixture of eagerness and nervousness. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s do it.” He picked up the remote and started the movie, settling back on the couch beside her.

It was a romantic film, the story of a girl falling in love with a man far above her station, their passionate and illicit love a secret kept from the world. It wasn't exactly a blockbuster, but Haeun found herself drawn into the story despite herself, her attention rapt as she followed their unfolding romance.

She was so absorbed in the film that she almost missed the subtle shift in Jihoon’s behavior beside her. Slowly, his hand moved across the space between them, reaching across her back and drawing her closer to him. She looked at him in surprise, but his gaze remained fixed on the screen, his eyes reflecting the light from the movie. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, before moving in to nestle into his side.

Her head was on his shoulder now, her body pressed against him, the warmth of him seeping into her. His arm tightened around her shoulders, pulling her even closer. She could feel his hesitation, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. It was an achingly intimate moment, even though they still hadn’t looked at each other, both pretending to watch the film when all they were really aware of was each other.

Haeun couldn’t remember when the last time she felt like this was—this nervous, this uncertain, this excited. She could feel Jihoon’s heart racing now, or was it still just hers? Their bodies seemed to be in sync, their breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The movie played on, the lovers on the screen mirroring their own tentative touches and explorations.

Her hand crept tentatively up to his chest, feeling the strong, steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her palm. He covered her hand with his own, holding her there, his fingers intertwining with hers.

As the movie drew to its climax, the lovers finally consummating their forbidden passion in a series of torrid and steamy rendezvous, Haeun felt Jihoon turn his head towards her. He kissed the top of her head, soft and gentle, sending shivers down her spine.

She pulled away from him, her eyes still locked onto the screen, the woman in it crying out in ecstasy as the man thrust into her. She refused to look at him, her face flushing pink with desire and shame, knowing that if she did so she would not be able to control herself.

He leaned in against her neck, his breath hot and ticklish on her bare skin, planting kisses along the sensitive flesh. His tongue darted out to tease her earlobe and she whimpered, a small, **** sound that seemed to spur him on.

He bit down gently onto the tender flesh, and Haeun gasped.

"Ahhhm!" She felt her eyes glaze over, the heat from within enveloping her entire being. Is this how animals feel when they go in heat? When all semblance of thought or rationality is stripped away from them, and all that is left is their primal urges, to fuck, breed, to consume each other.

He continued his ministrations, suckling and biting at her neck, yet always soft enough to not leave hickeys on her pale flesh.

Haeun squirmed under his attentions, her body responding to his touch even as her mind struggled to keep up. She wanted this, she realized, wanted him, wanted to feel his weight on her, to be taken and used by him.

She turned her head away from him, a last attempt at denying herself what she craved so badly.

He caught her chin in his hand, forcing her to look back at him.

His dark, piercing eyes met hers, and in them she saw a hunger that matched her own. “Stop resisting me," he said, his voice low and firm. "You want this. Stop lying to yourself."

"I do want this," Haeun replied, her voice breathy and weak with need.

He grinned, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Good.”

His mouth met hers, crushing, bruising, his teeth nipping her lip, drawing blood, a sharp metallic taste filling her mouth.

She gasped into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, wanting to consume and be consumed by him. Her tongue darted out to meet his, a ****, sloppy battle for dominance. They kissed until they were both panting, their lips swollen and bruised, neither of them willing to pull away first.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring the soft curves and subtle dips of her figure with eager, hungry fingers. He cupped her breasts through her shirt, feeling their weight and firmness as he kneaded them roughly. She moaned into his mouth as he pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

She returned the favor, her hands pulling at him, eager to uncover the treasure underneath. With some difficulty, she managed to get Jihoon’s shirt over his head, exposing his broad chest and toned abs. She traced his skin, exploring him with a mixture of curiosity and desire.

He broke off from their kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His teeth grazed her collarbone, biting down gently before soothing the spot with his tongue. The sensation of pain and pleasure mingled deliciously, leaving Haeun dizzy with want.

He pulled back, the loss of his weight on her body almost painful. He reached down to grab the hem of her skirt, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to pull it up around her waist.

Haeun lifted her hips to help him, feeling a heady mix of shame and arousal at being so exposed before him. Her entire body was trembling now, no longer hers to control, the animal urge within her taking over.

He paused, taking in the sight before him.

Her beautiful doe eyes were wide, her mouth ajar, cheeks flushed bright pink. She was panting, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps that only accentuated the rise and fall of her breasts. She looked so eager, so needy, so ready for him to take her, claim her.

He could see the glistening wetness between her legs, her panties soaked through with her arousal. He reached out to cup her there, feeling the heat radiating from her core. She moaned, arching into his touch, her body pleading for more.

"You are so fucking wet," he growled. "You need this."

"Please," she begged, her voice barely more than a whimper. "Please, I need you inside me."

His eyes darkened with desire at her words. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, revealing her fully to him. Her pussy was smooth and hairless, her lips pink and slightly swollen. She was, in all sense of the word, bare before him now, nothing hidden, nothing denied.

He was tempted to dive right in, to savage her like an animal, to eat her perfect pussy until she screamed his name. But he had held himself back for too long, a temptation too sweet to deny.

He pulled down his pants, his cock springing free, thick and heavy and glistening. He positioned it just against her entrance, feeling her warmth radiating against him, and thrust himself inside her with one smooth motion, her pussy parting and bulging around his length.

"UghhHH!!" she cried out, her head snapping back, eyes rolling into her head, pleasure overwhelming her. She felt so full, so complete, his cock filling in the void that existed ever since the first time he entered her.

He fell onto her, his arms wrapping around her as he fucked her into the couch, each thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him into place, pulling him even deeper into her.

His breath came in short, sharp gasps as he drove himself into her again and again, each thrust eliciting a cry from her. He was relentless, his hips snapping against hers with a **** that bordered on violent, his cock reaching depths that she had forgotten existed.

He felt his release building within him, hot and urgent, the pressure almost unbearable. He wanted to cum inside her, fill her, claim her. But he **** himself to stop, buried within her, the gasps replaced by her low, stretched out moan as she writhed beneath him, impaled on his length.

They stayed in that position, frozen together, their eyes locked on each other. He saw the need in her eyes, the unquenched hunger burning within her.

"W...why?" she choked out, confused by his sudden stoppage.

He didn't answer right away, just looked at her dark, hungry eyes. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and rough with desire. "Tell me you love me. I want to hear it from your mouth."

She hesitated, a flash of conflict crossing her face, but it was gone almost as quickly as it appeared. "I..." she breathed, struggling to form words, her voice trembling with emotion. "I love you, Jihoon."

He started grinding his hips against her, his cock stirring up her insides.

"Again," he commanded, his voice harsh, his eyes never leaving her face.

She was squealing, feeling waves of pleasure wash over her as she struggled to speak. "I... I love you," she whispered.

He pulled out of her almost all the way, before slamming himself back into her tight, wet heat.

"One more time," he demanded, his voice barely a growl.

Haeun moaned loudly as she felt his shaft drive into her, splitting her apart. "I LOVE YOU," she cried out, her voice ragged with desperation. "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

Jihoon groaned in response, the words hitting him like a physical blow. He wanted her to say it again and again, needed to hear her declare her feelings for him.

He grabbed her wrists, pinning them against the couch as he pressed down on her, holding her there, making her take every inch of him. She squirmed beneath him, trying to break free from his grip, but he held fast.

His lips found hers again in a fierce, searing kiss that left her breathless and panting. She tasted of sweetness and desperation, and he devoured her mouth like a starving man, his tongue exploring the warm, wet depths of her.

He could feel the tension in her body building with every thrust of his hips, her walls tightening around him as he drove into her relentlessly, the muscles in her stomach taut. He released her wrists, his hands moving down to grasp her hips as he lifted them off the couch, changing the angle of his penetration and allowing him to drive even deeper into her.

His movements became frantic, almost animalistic, as he chased his release, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge. She was writhing beneath him now, her body trembling with each impact of their bodies, her voice a series of garbled nonsense as her mind melted under the all consuming pleasure.

They were both close to the edge now, their bodies moving in perfect sync, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they raced toward oblivion. With a final, savage thrust, Jihoon buried himself deep within Haeun, his cock throbbing as he released his seed into her willing, eager body.

She arched beneath him, her head snapping back, eyes wide with pleasure and surprise, her walls clenching around him as she came hard, her orgasm ripping through her like wildfire. Her entire being seemed to be consumed by it, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Her legs spasmed and her toes curled, her body wracked with tremors as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

Finally, their bodies stilled, their hearts pounding in unison, their breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Jihoon released her hips, and she collapsed onto the couch like a puppet with its strings cut. He was not sure how long they had been fucking, but the movie, still playing quietly in the background, was nearing its end. He watched it mindlessly as the male lead rejected his mistress publicly, his love for his position in society trumping the passion and romance between them.

Haeun remained silent, her eyes glazed over as she stared up at the ceiling, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of their lovemaking. His deflating cock fell out of her with a soft, wet noise that made them both shudder, his seed spilling out and pooling on the couch beneath them.

"I didn't realise it was such a sad movie," he remarked, glancing down at her.

"M...mmhmm," she mumbled, barely coherent.

He lifted his weight off of her, pulling her into a sitting position with him, her body limp and pliable. He kissed her, gently this time, savoring the taste of her lips.

"I love you, too," he murmured as they broke apart, their eyes meeting.

They sat there for a while, their breathing slowing, their heart rates returning to normal. The movie had ended now, the credits rolling silently on the screen.

"Come on," he said eventually, lifting her up in a princess carry, "let's get you to bed."

He carried her off to her bedroom, soft giggles coming from behind the other girl's doors as they heard them walking by.

As they entered Haeun's dark room, Jihoon laid her gently on her bed, before grabbing a towel and joining her. They spent some minutes there just cuddling, enjoying each other's presence and warmth, until Jihoon moved closer to her and started wiping her clean.

Haeun spread herself so that he had an easier time, but she still looked away from him. The act was so intimate, so caring... and she was still ashamed of how easily she had fallen for him, how quickly she had let him have her. It didn't take much, did it?

As if reading her mind, Jihoon leaned in and gave her soft, gentle kisses as he worked.

She returned them, and soon they were making out again, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, their hands wandering over each other's bodies. They are not going to get much sleep tonight, it seems.