Scarlet Strings.

Wrapped in Crimson

⚠ Smut Warning ⚠

The door was slightly ajar maybe she forgot to close, or thought Ha-joon wouldn't enter it, steam curling out from the gaps, the scent of vanilla and soft florals heavy in the air. He pushed it open.

Scarlet stood beneath the cascading water, her head tilted back, eyes closed, letting the warm stream run down her body. Strands of her dark hair clung to her damp skin, and for a long second, Ha-Joon just watched. 

Then he stepped forward. Scarlet barely had time to react before Ha-Joon was in front of her, his body pressing her back against the cool marble wall. She gasped softly, startled, but the moment she opened her eyes, any protest died on her lips. 

His hands slid to her waist, fingers pressing against her damp skin as his mouth found hers, claiming her in a kiss that was deep, slow, and all-consuming. Scarlet responded instantly, her hands reaching up, threading through his wet hair as she pulled him impossibly closer. 

The warm water poured over them, but Ha-Joon barely felt it. All he knew was the way Scarlet melted against him, the way her lips parted so easily beneath his, the way she tasted, like something familiar yet intoxicatingly new. 

He tilted her head slightly, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping against hers, coaxing, demanding. Scarlet whimpered softly, her nails digging into his shoulders as he pressed her harder against the wall. The heat between them burned hotter than the water cascading down their skin. 

Ha-Joon trailed his lips down her jaw, to the hollow of her throat, tasting the drops of water clinging to her skin. Scarlet arched against him, a quiet moan slipping past her lips, sending a shiver down his spine. "You drive me insane," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough, almost accusing. 

Scarlet let out a soft laugh, breathless. "Good." Her lips found his again, urgent, desperate, as if she, too, was drowning in this moment. Ha-Joon groaned into the kiss, his grip on her tightening. For once, neither of them held back.

Ha-Joon didn’t think, he just acted. His hands gripped Scarlet’s thighs, lifting her with ease as he pressed her against the cool glass wall of the shower. A sharp gasp left her lips at the sudden movement, but it quickly turned into a quiet moan when his mouth claimed hers again, desperate and unrelenting. 

Scarlet’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers tangling in his damp hair as she kissed him back just as fiercely. The contrast between the burning heat of their bodies and the cool slickness of the glass sent a shiver through her. 

Her hands moved quickly, almost frantic, pushing at the soaked fabric clinging to Ha-Joon’s skin. He didn’t stop her, he only groaned against her lips when her fingers brushed over his bare chest, sending a thrill through him. Scarlet fumbled slightly in her rush, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants as she tugged at the last piece of clothing between them. 

The second it was gone, Ha-Joon’s mouth moved lower, tracing a burning path down her jaw to the curve of her neck. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses against her damp skin, his tongue teasing just enough to make her head fall back against the glass with a quiet whimper. 

“Red…” he breathed against her pulse, his voice rough, filled with something deeper than just desire. 

Scarlet shivered at the sound, her legs tightening around his waist as her nails raked down his back. She barely recognized herself in this moment, she wasn’t thinking, wasn’t hesitating. She just knew that she wanted more. 

Ha-Joon’s lips found hers again, his kiss searing, possessive. The water cascaded over them, lost in the heat of their bodies, lost in the moment where nothing else existed but each other.