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"I think it's best if we split up."
A simple conclusion with an ominous tie; words that intrigued the otherwise bore settling thick in the air. Nest appointed missions warranted two things: a waste of time, or something far sinister no man could ever conjure– evident in the events that transpired in the campus times before. Yet no matter the danger, the safety of the students and exploration into the mechanics behind insect entities were the utmost important aspect members of the prestigious Propolis had to uphold. At Nest, everyone worked together– for the most part; these separately designed missions said otherwise. But it was the information gathered from each and every venture into abandoned feeding facilities, interviews with supposed Breeder escapees (or the ones that even survive), and vacant Jungle Juice factories that were the sole tangent from civil Nest duties. Hope was what conjured the members standing here, in the middle of a concrete prison with exposed beams and tattered oddities, but the setting could be the least bit optimistic for the group. Another random building– were the thoughts of the students. Yet, Jaeseong– ever so positive in suggesting the divide– stood straighter than his already rigid pose allowed, and faced his members.
"Come on guys, the sooner we investigate the sooner we can all go back." He adjusted his glasses with a gloved index. "Now, who wants to go to the lowest level?"
As the group walked away in their respective pairs, you not so secretly clutched the clothed arm of your partner. "We get to go upstairs, at least." A quiet cheer sided your words, and even lightened when verdant irises fell upon you. Suchan offered a smile– albeit tired– and moved his arms closer in order to tuck you into the curve of his side.
"Yeah... I wonder how many stories are in this place..."
In sync, you both tilted to look up the worn down ceilings– of which contained battered openings to the floors above with protruding support beams. The building went up several levels– possibly five or six. As if sharing the same thought, your eyes met. Jaeseong didn't say which upstairs...
"So, I assume there's no stairs nearby..." An attempted joke that filled the otherwise damp atmosphere with a hint of delight. You laughed and leaned into his body murmuring a simple "I don't think so..." Before a grand idea struck. With bright eyes, you pulled back and squeezed his arm. Mischief swirled into your hues, he couldn't help but return your grin.
"You know," You began in a smooth tone. A hand trailed up his arm, tracing over the silver stitching along the sides and to the lapel before moving beyond to his shoulder. "I think we can get up there..." Your tone quieted, waiting for him to finish the slightly riddled thought. The corners of his mouth turned. Suchan weighed to the side and snaked his arms around your waist– which brought you forward flush chest to chest. A giggle escaped, produced from his arms tightening and you clasping the embrace over his shoulders.
"Hmm, I don't think I follow, babe..." His voice resonated through you, igniting your veins in tingling excitement. You teased a touch down the nape of his neck, one he thoroughly enjoyed. A small laugh huffed from his lips as he rocked you from side to side in innocent excitement. You brushed a small strand from his neat hair, tickling his cheekbone in the process.
"Yes you do..." The ending vowel drawled on in teasing suggestion, especially when you leaned to brush your lips over the shell of his ear. "What complex do you have...?"
Suchan smiled, one arm loosening and falling towards your legs.
"Dragonfly."
In a moment, Suchan settled his arm to the bend of your knees and hoisted you up into his body before ascending into the air. The cold night air fwooshed against your face in an exhilarating way that had your heart practically leaping from your chest. He accelerated up to just a height where you felt weightless from the peak. Up and up he had taken you, in the span of a couple fleeting seconds. The quiet drone of his fluttering wings dulled out the excitement bubbling inside of you. And the whole experience was all too fast you could hardly stand when he hovered over to a concrete edge and settled you down.
"Easy," He murmured while catching your figure. A small chuckle sounded, breathless in his own right against your temples. "Still can't handle it?" He mused. You stood up straighter and left his support as a response to the tease. No, no you couldn't. Because any ventures in his arms high above the ground warranted other thoughts to arise... like how strong he was, person sturdy and tense against you from all the taut muscles working in harmony. It was simply a fantastical thing that anyone could hardly wrap their minds around. Just one of the many things you found so beautiful about him. Inside and out he was too perfect for this world; all his tribulations attested to that. It was difficult to comprehend his growth– the person he is today. All these hardships yet he persevered even when the whole world seemed against him. Persistent he was: against his peers, old friends, and authority, he continued to carve a path that others would follow. That was the character of Suchan Jang; we can always do something. Admirable, truly, and the trait you loved the most about him. Lost in your thoughts, you hadn't noticed his conversing until your name filtered any wandering thoughts. He offered you a small smile, contrasting to the grin from earlier.
"Are you okay?" He repeated, gentle and soft in tone. In response, you simply cuddled into his arms until he had to hold you. He sighed a laugh but eagerly reciprocated, even turning you around until your back was flush against his chest so that he could envelop you with his love. Though the chilly abandoned air prickled your exposed legs– due to the ridiculously unthermal tights and skirt– you were warm and safe in his embrace. Not a whole lot of investigating was going on, but it would be okay. You were simply enjoying this moment with him.
Suchan had absentmindedly began placing kisses to your figure, commencing at your cheeks but trailing to your jaw and neck. No other notions coincided his actions– simply peace. His hands settled heavy on your lower stomach, presence known even through a pristine white button up. He squeezed gently, letting you feel a certain pressure that made your entire body relax against his.
"Suchan..." You breathed, hands coming to rest on his biceps. Unbeknownst to you, the quiet way your voice fell into nothingness had something unraveling inside Suchan– evident in the way he held you a little... closer. You squirmed in his grasp, nudging against his front in an innocent way but inherently different interpretation. He squeezed and let a hand fall to the backside of your thigh, pressing to careen your body away.
"Mmm, Y/n...: He whispered against your cartilage. His voice had lowered into airy tones, almost silent in the already mute space. Nothing else could be heard aside from gentle breathing and increasing hearts. Sensing your own struggle, he loosened his arms from your waist. Yet, you didn't move– staying away but so close. You tilted your head back to look at him through dazed eyes.
"You're so strong..." Were the only words you could muster. Your spine completely curved to his chest, relaxing a small space between your lower back and his abdomen, accidentally disregarding the entire reason he brushed you away. Brush of fabric on fabric– passion so concealed by mere materials– had Suchan's breath hitching. Though, with much diligence, he kept composed.
"We can't do this..." He sighed, but there wasn't much shame to his response. "We have to...?"
But you were never one to wait.
His voice edged in curiosity when you grasped for one of his wrists in order to draw his nimble hands to your heated body. Light pads danced along his knuckles to press and squeeze his digits against your hips, torso, and just under the curve of your breasts. You let him feel each breath– each compress of your sternum– and even brought his palms to just over your heart. "There's no one here..." Was your only attempt at persuasion– and effective one at that. Suchan's body deflated with a conflicted sigh, an action that curved his figure over yours you couldn't help but stumble a little forward. And with the momentum, he guided you to a stabilizer; your hands ghosted over a cool smooth wall. Now, a gasp left your lips– exaggerated into a small senile sound. Your weak voice vibrated through him, thrumming through his chest and rattling his mind into foggy thoughts. He shouldn't be doing this... but it felt so right. Here you were, his beautiful lover, just yearning for him– desiring his touch. Who was he to refuse? Certainly not the prospect of being found or the eerie setting. But with him, the crumbling concrete felt like a faraway environment; for right now, it was just you and him in this space of untold love. He messed with the hem of your skirt even ever so slightly brushing against your upper thighs in fleeting touches. Your lips parted. A hand came down to his wandering fingers and grasped for his wrist.
"Suchan, I want you..." The words fell weakly from rosy lips. But the implications behind them cosetted him so eagerly to fulfill your wishes. No further demands needed to be made, not when he began to smother you with petaled kisses. He started at the base of your neck and shoulder, leaving flourishing marks of pink and red. Then, he trailed up the sides and just under your jaw– he really took his time to taste your skin and force delicate sounds from the depths of your throat. Between the wall and him, any weak noises didn't immediately echo the cement infrastructure– almost trapped for only the other to hear. Suchan simply swallowed your small attests. His hands failed to progress, something that couldn't go unnoticed by you. With a bridging voice, muffled by his lips, you guided his hands over your thighs and up– which scrunched your skirt up in the process. He hummed gratifyingly, parting from your kiss in order to peer with lidded eyes at your reactions. Your eyes had fallen closed, laxing into the same wave when you rolled your head back against his shoulder as well. He took the opportunity to kiss the unmarked skin, all while parting your legs with his knee. His hand fell between just brushing against the lining of your panties.
"Impatient, girl, hmm?" His index slipped under the hem. But instead of trailing further, he lifted the fabric and simply moved along it towards your hip. A defeated sigh left you, pushing the air from your chest and arching you against him. His other hand merely came to press against your hip, pushing you back to equilibrium. "Not so fast, love..." His smile ghosted your jaw. "Tell me what you want, first..." Now, he trailed along, dipping his middle to your main source of pleasure. Slowly, he rolled across your clit. The small pleasure was heightened from pure arousal and yearning. The air prickled your body even if only your already trembling legs were the only exposed skin. Yet, you felt stripped of any sensations aside from his large hands working on your tension and sliding over your body. One hand came to cup your breast, palm rolling the fabric in order to stimulate you with enough friction you gasped Once your chest shuttered did he move to the next and give it the same treatment. It was a simple, yet effective, rhythm he fell into; a type of cycling pleasure you melted for. So much so, Suchan had to wind an arm around your waist to keep you upright; he leaned you against the wall to do so, pinning you between. It was then he deepened his love, slipping his middle further to run along the entirety of your dripping core. The sliding sensation and ghosting probe further down made a gasp fall from your lips. You grasped for his wrist and squeezed; not as an attempt to stop, no, but as a guide to move further in.
"T-There, Suchan..." Your words came barely above a whisper. His lips brushed your cheek.
"Here?"
Your eyes widened before rolling closed when he plunged his middle and ring finger between your folds and in your aching hole. He reached to your furthest depths in one fluid motion, a strangled moan strung from your lips. Now, you completely unraveled in his arms, becoming nothing but a trembling body he was loosening with each dip inside. The bends of his digits stretched against the thin skin when he brought his wrist out, and pushed inside when he commenced. Your legs just squeezed together to the point his hand mushed out between your thighs. Yet, with a certain strength, he kept you open for him and even pushed you against the wall to prevent the tension. When you were pinned in place did he bring his palm to grind against your swollen clit with each thrust of his fingers.
"A-ah Suchan...!" You whimpered, voice lost to the tightening knot in your stomach. Removing his hand as a pillar against the wall, he placed the pads against your lower stomach and pressed, really making you feel the curves and dips of his fingers passing in and out. He leaned his cheek against your temple.
"Mmm, yes babe...?" His hand slid down to swish circles around your clit. Another weak moan rang in the air, pushed from your chest due to his sensual movements. He peered at you with a turning smile. "Does it feel good...?" He sounded far off in the distance, or maybe it was the pleasure fogging your mind. Nonetheless, you trembled and squirmed in his grasp. Your sighs had long turned to bridging moans and whimpers, muffled from pulling your bottom lip under teeth or simply keeping quiet aside from the noises shared between. You stumbled slightly forward on weak legs, almost teetering from his grasp if it weren't for the cement wall confining you into place. Hands weakly scrunched at the wall; you had removed them from his forearms and wrists and instead kept stable against the wall. Yet, when he shifted forward– rocking your body into place– did your hand fly to his hips. A feeble noise escaped from your lips.
"Su-Suchan... wait...!" This time, your voice ranged in a broken register that attested to how close you were to falling off the edge– especially when he slipped and slid his fingers deep inside. A certain depth he reached you could almost feel it in your core; hot and coursing with nerves that lit your entire body on fire.He just massaged that special spot; he even snuck and hand to roll over your clit in achingly slow circles. Then, his lips brushed your ear, merely kissing the lobe before brushing along your shell with his teeth. His soft breath invaded your auditories, simply becoming the only thing you could focus on aside from the building pleasure. You quivered and melted around him; there were surely throngs of pure arousal pooling along your undergarments– only getting pushed out by him to make a mess of sheer love. A particularly high whine slipped from your lips, the tremble in your legs went unannounced. Suchan smiled.
"You don't want me to stop..." Soft and low against your ear, his statement ran shivers across your skin. "No... you want more..." For a moment, his fingers slipped out– something you simply couldn't allow. With a weak whimper, you stuttered your hips against his, which pushed your ass into his aching hard on. He sighed from the stimulation but merely reacted by pushing you forward by your hips until you came flush to the wall. The cold seeped into your skin in an oddly refreshing way; he was simply suffocating you. But a whine strung from your lips when he brought his hand away, rendering you empty with a gap only he could fill. Yet, with what he removed he quickly replaced by hastily undoing his slacks and pushing aside your ruined panties. Something bulbous and hard brushed your ass; but in an effort to ready dry skin, albeit a little precum, Suchan expectorated onto the base in brief commencement.
"Don't you, darling...?"
The air got pushed from your lungs when he entered, separating your wet walls to fill with an aching length. Once he bottomed out, in one motion, did he draw back almost all the way and reenter– all to mold you to his shape. Each ridge and vein embedded into your body and could borderline be felt in your throat from the way he rocked into you. Each in and out started slow, really causing you to succumb to his body encasing yours. Crystal tears sprung to your eyes and fell down your flushed cheeks. Your visage no longer scrunched in ecstasy torment; instead, you simply melted into his embrace. You hadn't realized he even backed you away from the wall until you could actually bend a little back and face him– though your vision was blurry from tears. Nothing really breached your senses; the dark concrete atmosphere appeared in splotches of muted shades. Yet as unappealable as the moon had to have been, stars still flooded from the broken windows and illuminated the love below. The lunar light cast upon your features of seemingly distress– though no worries occupied you. No, all that could be grasped was the feeling of his cock stretching you wide. Suchan's hands squeezed your hips with menial restraint; you would wear his bruises tomorrow. Speckled along your skin, he dappled you everywhere. Maybe it was some hidden sense of delight in knowing just what lay under the surface that fueled his need to mark you– in whatever way. Or possibly it was the thought of the purples and crimson fading for him to leave more. But most of all, all his actions were rooted in the need to cast a judgment upon you: that you were the single most ethereal being in his world. Even now with the less than ideal environment did he still find a way to wonder about you– to get lost in your beauty. You so openly loved him it was unfamiliar for someone who had veiled a mask most all his life. Yet you saw him. He was simply taken aback.
"Mmm you feel wonderful, babe..." His words were almost slurred in their audible stupor, followed by a loopy smile as well. "You love this, don't you...?" A laugh fanned your ears; he found delight in your pathetic response of a cry and bending to his body. He leaned forward, stumbling you against the wall once more.
"You're just squeezing me... Honey, I think you like this..." Mindless murmurs so sporadic yet causing your body tremors. He only slowed his increasingly suave pace, all to let you soak in his voice. "We're on a mission..." He swallowed, adam's apple bobbing, before continuing. "But you don't care..." His lips turned up into a smile.
"So shameless..."
Suchan rocked into your body harder, bodily noises stifled by both your clothing... though he was more frazzled than you, evident in the every now and then jingle of his belt buckle and post. Narcissistic statement if he was just as willingly as you. But in the moment, you had no strength to counter him. Instead, your body quivered and shook; if he kept this up, it would be no time until...
"Don't you think, my love...?" He nudged your crown with his cheek, hands squeezing your hips before releasing in order to snake around your waist. You surprised yourself by offering a quiet "hmm?" to his voice. His smile grew.
"You do talk..." One of his nimble hands fled from your lower stomach in order to cup your chin. "This is rather exciting, isn't it?" Your silence delighted him; he nodded your face up and down since no comprehensibility existed within– he was just helping you. His other hand slid down to slip under your panties and find your clit. Your eyes flew wide, a strangled squeak following.
"But you are being a little loud..." Leaving your chin, Suchan drew his hand over your mouth. Your wet breath pooled only the valleys of his palm, voice getting muffled into stuffy sounds of pleasure that rumbled through him. He found a nice rhythm of sensuality that balanced between his fingers on your clit and his cock deep inside. This was all so exciting he didn't know how much longer he could take.
"Would you want the other's to hear...?" He squeezed your cheeks, eliciting a weak whimper. This time, on your own accord, you nodded a no and hum of disagreement– not like he considered. He kissed your ear. "You want the other's to know just what you want...?"
With each word, your eyes kept fluttering open and closed. This was all beginning to be too much. And his words, although false, still instilled a slight sober cognizance that you two absolutely should not be doing this. What if the other's did find out? Or godforbid, see? But those were thoughts you didn't consider at the moment. Right now, all you worried about was how to angle your hips so that he pushed the deepest he could– an action that didn't pass him.
"You naughty girl..." Gratification seeped his voice in a coating of succulent honey. "I can't believe you...How unprofessional..." Yet, his words were beginning to break. "How... mmm, how unprofessional we are..." His brows furrowed, head nudging against your own for a brief moment before rising back straight. "But you feel too good to s-stop..." A husky moan fell from his lips. His hand loosened from your mouth.
"I-I love you Y/n... I love you so much..." Simply words with the sincerity of a full heart, Suchan's voice infiltrated your thoughts and the sensations coursing through your body. No high sounds strung from your throat; your voice was shot. Instead, you rolled your head back against his and let him do as he pleased– you were already coming undone after all. Tighter and tighter the knot pulled; breathless his mindless confessions strung. You closed your eyes once it was finally clear– even though the world was blurring together. His name floated from your lips in one last defeated sigh... But, when release didn't occur, you blinked open.
"Fuck..." Suchan breathed, though the last syllables sounded further away. It took a moment to come back to reality, one that wasn't what you were expecting. The clink of metal and the swoosh of leather sounded close by; suddenly your body was very cold again. But someone tugged you close and you blindly grasped Suchan's bicep for stability. It was then you blinked clear, faced with the still mildly foggy apparitions of the other Propolis members.
"Nothing of interest here. I think we should head back." Jaeseong's level voice jolted you aware that he had been talking to Suchan for a moment prior to what you snapped back to. You nodded and attempted to look normal while the group turned around towards where you all came through in the first place. But you and Suchan trailed behind.
"I'm sorry for all that..." He began, voice still hoarse. "Are you okay?"
Though groggy, you managed to hum a yes. You were grateful he offered support, and also that he walked with your slow wobbly pace. Good thing the rest of the group couldn't see the absolute trembles wracking your legs– or else they'd be concerned and ask questions... At least your uniform was smoothened and laid just as last seen– even after all the shifting earlier. It would be another question to wonder how he seemed to know just when someone was coming– clearly he kept his guard even while doing something like... that. But you were appreciative. Now, you simply found solace in his presence and the comfort he gave. A calming content basked your mind; you couldn't help the small smile. A laugh even escaped when he leaned to kiss your cheek.
"I love you, Y/n," He pulled you close, enough for his lips and smile to brush your ear. "We'll finish this some other time..."
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So, now I need him 💗