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Laying supine on his futon with Seonhee straddling his hips, Joongi wondered if he wasn’t dreaming. Considering the series of events that had gotten him here, the whole scenario seemed like a runaway fantasy come to life.
First, a broken water main had driven Seonhee out of her apartment until the pipe could be repaired. As it turned out, even being the Queen of the Geomijul wasn’t enough weight to throw around to get the slow wheels of public works to turn any faster. Seonhee had been prepared to wait out the inconvenience at their headquarters, but Joongi hadn’t been able to stand the idea of her making do with such insufficient conditions, and had instead offered to let her stay in his apartment for the time being.
It wasn’t the first time Seonhee had visited. They frequently rented movies or binge watched box sets of shows together, and once or twice they’d had to hole up here to avoid attention from Liumang or Seiryu underlings when they couldn’t get to a safehouse. In either case, it shouldn’t have been so unusual for Joongi to have Seonhee in his space.
But something about this time was different. This time, they were cohabitating for not just a few hours, but a few days. While Joongi had hastily tidied up his living space (which for him amounted to little more than a few DVD cases he’d left out and a stray bottle of Pocari Sweat or two), he’d been keenly aware of how domestic it all was. There was little else he could call it when he was dragging out the guest futon and preparing a space for his boss - and a woman he respected above anyone else - to share his home. A woman he was utterly devoted to, and who he’d been quietly hiding his attraction to since the day she’d shown him just how she’d risen to the top of the Geomijul.
And of course, the timing couldn’t have been worse. He didn’t know if it was his nerves or the prolonged proximity or just bad luck, but by the second day even he’d started to notice…
“There’s that sweet smell again.” Seonhee’s nose had crinkled slightly, though her tone sounded anything but put off. “Did you get a new air freshener? It’s nice.” Her gaze had flitted around the room, hunting down any evidence of a candle or wall plug-in. Joongi was sure he had only his own paranoia to blame, but it had seemed entirely possible she might sniff out the real source and turn that sharp eye toward him next.
“I- I’m going to wash up!” If Seonhee’d thought his abrupt exit was suspicious, he hadn’t stuck around to find out. In the privacy of the bathroom, he’d splashed water on his neck and scrubbed uselessly at the offending point. He would have jumped in the shower if it wasn’t a mere few hours since he’d taken one earlier that day, which Seonhee surely would have thought was even more unusual. When he’d emerged, though, Seonhee hadn’t commented on it, and they’d gone back to watching a movie and eating take out.
Things had proceeded about the same way for another torturous day. They’d bubbled over when Seonhee had finally cornered him against the wall like a picture-perfect kabedon from some cheesy teen drama, tipped her forehead against his, and drawled, “I figured out where that scent is coming from,” before tucking her face against the crook of his neck.
…Which had led them here, Joongi flat on his back in bed and Seonhee looming over him.
“Just lay back and let me handle things,” she told him as her nimble fingers pushed up his sleep shirt, splaying possessively over his abs and drawing circles with her thumbs over the warm skin she’d revealed. He was inclined to listen and let her take the lead. It was hardly different from their typical dynamic, after all, and so it felt only natural for him to follow her commands here, too. As much as he yearned to touch her as she shrugged off her jacket, shimmied out of her pants, and tossed her shirt onto the pile, he hadn’t been asked to yet, so he remained still and pliant under her.
“You smell so sweet for me. It’s like you’re wearing perfume.” When she bent down to ghost her lips against his neck again, her breasts pressed against his chest. The somewhat scratchy feeling of her bra against his bare nipples made him bite off an embarrassing little noise that tried to escape his throat.
Seonhee straightened up, but it was clear she hadn’t had enough of toying with him yet. She trailed her fingers down his stomach, toward the seam of his pants - then pulled up short with her hand cupping his crotch. “Oh? What’s this? Are you not interested?”
She couldn’t have been more wrong. Joongi felt antsy with heat and anticipation; just the closeness of her palm was enough to have him fighting to keep himself from grinding up against the teasing pressure. His underwear must have been soaked, as it clung unpleasantly to him even as she started to pull away.
Impulsively, he reached for her wrist, then jerked his hand back when he regained his senses. “It’s not that.” He willed himself to explain. If they continued, Seonhee would find out soon enough on her own. Yet he couldn’t make the words pass his lips. He could only hope she understood the wordless plea in his eyes and the desperation inherent in the way he sprawled under her on the futon, his legs falling even further open as her teasing touch returned.
He was little more than a fly caught in her spider’s web, helpless to do anything but eagerly await his own devouring. Seonhee’s assessing gaze lingered on him a moment longer; then, apparently finding what she was looking for, she continued her work, tugging his pants and underwear down his toned hips until he really was laid bare before her.
“Oh, I see.” Her lips twitched up into a faint smile, more fond than mocking if Joongi wasn’t mistaken. “Is this all?” Joongi swallowed. He knew he wasn’t the best endowed - in fact, he was a fair bit smaller than average - but there was a difference between knowing this and being pinned under another’s assessing gaze. All the same, there was something thrilling about it, too. Being so exposed like this, and so vulnerable in front of someone he respected so greatly, made his pulse race and his dick twitch.
Seonhee made a poor attempt to hide a laugh against her shoulder. “Eager, aren’t you?” Joongi didn’t deny it. How could he when the evidence was leaking down his thighs?
Still, self-consciousness made Joongi squirm. “I hope I haven’t disappointed you.”
Seonhee’s grin ticked up into something fox-sharp, nearly predatory. “Disappointed? Of course not.” She traced the line of his dick with the back of a finger, the smooth ridge of a press-on nail making him shiver. The smallness of his member was even harder to ignore when juxtaposed against her slender digit, which seemed to nearly match his length. “Just because you’re tiny? I think it’s cute.”
“Cute?” he echoed, not sure how he felt about the term. Maybe he should have been insulted by having his masculinity questioned, but if he was, it took a backseat to the way he pulsed under Seonhee’s hand.
“Oho. You like being called cute.” The jerk of his hips was too obvious to be denied by either of them, so he didn’t even try to argue in his own defense. There was no hiding the effects her words were having on him. His pulse thundered in his ears, but it didn’t stop him from nodding.
Cute. Tiny. The words rattled around in his head, and to his mortification he found he wanted to hear even more from her. He wanted her to tell him how useless his small dick was. He needed it. “Please.” He hardly believed what was coming out of his own mouth, but he forced himself to ask. “Please keep talking to me like that.”
“You like when I make fun of how small you are?” It sounded like another taunt, but Joongi could tell with the way Seonhee was looking at him that it was a genuine question. If he asked her to, she’d stop. But that was the last thing he wanted.
“Please,” he said again, unsure if he could bring himself to admit to more than that. Thankfully, it seemed like he didn’t have to.
“Such a cute, tiny little cock.” Seonhee’s voice was singsong playful. “My strap-on is bigger than you.” Joongi swallowed. Would she really…? “A shame it’s at home. Maybe some other time.” Any disappointment he might have felt was quickly chased away by the idea that there would be a next time. He groaned softly, hitching his hips up against her hand in a display he might have been ashamed of if he wasn’t so turned on.
Seonhee’s indulgent smile crinkled her eyes at the corners. At least he could take solace in the fact that he wasn’t the only one enjoying being spoken down to like this; she was similarly affected, obviously enjoying how excited she was making him with her words. Though, of course, it wasn’t just what she was saying that made his lips part and his breathing go shallow. It was also her lithe weight on top of him where she straddled his thighs, the closeness of her core to the vee of his hips, the promise of more when what he was already presented with was so much more than he’d ever imagined he’d have.
Finally, though, even Seonhee tired of having her prey writhe under her, ready to move on to the main course. “Should I ride you? I bet I wouldn’t even have to finger myself.” She dragged a palm down her chest, massaging idly at her breast where it spilled out from her bra. Her hand continued lower, along the smooth skin of her stomach and down to the vee between her legs. Her panties soon landed on the pile of clothing as well. Joongi craned his neck to watch her tease herself, relishing in every breathy noise she made as she rubbed with barely-there pressure along her labia. “What do you think about that?”
Coherent thoughts failed to swim up through the haze of his overwhelmed mind. He managed another nod, which pleased Seonhee enough for her to grace him with a sly smirk. “How obedient. That’s a good boy.”
Oh. He gripped the futon under him hard enough to turn his knuckles white. That was… he liked that more than he’d expected.
But it made sense, didn’t it? He trusted her leadership. When he’d joined the Geomijul, he’d been listless after the loss of the man he’d been shaped in the image of. He’d found new purpose in carrying out Seonhee’s will unquestioningly and in protecting the group that had taken him in. It was only natural that this was how they fell together, and just as natural that he should be made weak by hearing such simple praise.
If Seonhee was at all surprised by his reaction, none of it showed on her face. Maybe she, too, knew this was inevitable. “You’ve been so patient. So good for me, like you always are. I think you deserve a reward.”
She rose to her knees, shuffling up until their hips were flush with each other. When she rolled down against him, he threw his head back against the pillow, biting back a whine at how good it felt after so much buildup. Remembering her instructions, he kept his hands to himself, his nails biting blunt half-moons into his own tense thighs to keep him from thrusting up to meet her.
“You’d probably slip right in like this, don’t you think?” Again she dragged herself along him, and he could feel the way her lips parted as she rocked up and down his shaft. “It would be so easy.” Her heat and slickness brushed against his head, not quite close enough to take him inside but still lighting up that sensitive bundle of nerve endings, and he could do nothing but uselessly tilt his hips to follow the sensation as it slid away each time.
“Still, you’re so small. You could hardly call that a dick. It’s more of, hm… a clit, really. Don’t you think?” Her voice remained a syrupy-sweet coo, turning otherwise cruel words into warm praise. “You could hardly fuck anyone with that. In fact, I don’t think you could get off like a man at all.” She cupped his face in one of her hands, grip gentle yet impossible to disobey. “So, I wonder if this might be better.”
She pulled back a moment, resituating the two of them. Joongi let himself be manhandled, trusting that Seonhee knew what was best, and didn’t resist as she lifted one of his legs into the air and slotted herself back against him. For a moment, his brain was so cloudy with hormones that he wondered if she meant to fuck him somehow, and in his delirium it seemed entirely possible that she might manage it through sheer willpower alone, no strap-on or dildo needed. Then he felt the sweet pressure of his dick - his clit - rubbing against hers, as if they really were two women scissoring, and could only grind himself against her for relief.
“There you go,” she purred, and he couldn’t tell if his flush was from the encouragement or because he was too overwhelmed for it to not be painted across his face. Either way, the matching tinge of pink in Seonhee’s cheeks suggested she wasn’t as unaffected as her steady voice made her seem. Her grip on Joongi’s leg tightened as she guided their pace. Even she seemed too focused on chasing her pleasure to keep up the playful dominance she’d been toying with all evening, and instead the room filled with their shared noises: the swish of their tangled limbs shuffling against the sheets, sharp inhales in between shaky moans and encouraging hums, the wet sounds of their combined slickness making a mess of them both.
It was emasculating. It was intensely erotic. And it was, Joongi realized as his gut swooped and his abs tightened and all the muscles in his legs locked up, sending him hurtling toward an orgasm that stole the breath from his lungs.
Pleasure gradually tipped over into oversensitivity, but Joongi bit down on the inside of his cheek and didn’t let himself try to pull away. Seonhee wasn’t done. He was hers to use as she saw fit, and it wasn’t for him to decide when she was finished with him. He would gladly bear far greater hardships for her than this, as much as he could call the lingering aftershocks of pleasure that lit up his spine any kind of hardship.
Even as he prepared himself to tough it out, though, he felt Seonhee’s attention on him once more. “You did so well.” She sounded genuine, if still distracted by her own need. Likely, she was nearly close to her own orgasm. “I know you’re tired. But I need you to do one more thing for me.”
“Anything,” he promised. She took such good care of him; it was only right that he treated her well in return. He would have done anything for her. She was the Queen of the Geomijul, and he was her right-hand man. No one knew her needs better than he did. No one was better suited to satisfy them. He was hers in every way that mattered.
So when she set his leg down and lifted herself up on her knees, he understood immediately what she needed of him. He unclenched his fists from the sheets to settle them on her hips as she crawled up to his head and lowered herself down, keenly aware of his own strength and careful not to bruise the pale skin under his fingers. It wasn’t that he thought Seonhee weak, but that he knew better than to mark her. She didn’t want his hands, after all, but his lips, his tongue, and these he gave to her eagerly, never able to deny her anything.
Her fingers threaded through his hair, at first gentle, practically petting him. Then she tightened her grip, guiding him exactly where he could best serve her. As he licked between her folds and suckled on her clit, her heavy breathing got louder and sharper until she was squirming against his face, praising her “good boy, that’s it, you’re making me feel- ah- feel so good,” until the sharp jerks of her hips and the gush of slick against his tongue was all the evidence he needed to know he’d done a good job.
She let him lap up the mess for a while longer, then lifted herself off him with a sigh. Joongi would have kept going for as long as she asked, but he couldn’t deny that his cramping neck appreciated the break. Really, after coming so hard, he found he was exhausted mentally and physically in a way he rarely found himself after a workout. That was why he didn’t notice Seonhee’s absence until she returned with damp hand towels to clean them both up.
“Please, let me.”
“It’s alright.” She stopped him with a hand against his chest. “You did so well for me. Let me take care of you now.”
If it was anyone else, he might have accepted the offer. But this was Seonhee, and he wouldn’t know who he was if he wasn’t in her service. “I insist.” He dragged himself upright, to his knees even if he wasn’t quite steady enough to be on his feet. She hesitated briefly, but passed him a towel and let him take over.
“Thank you.” It was easier to say it when it could be mistaken for something else entirely. He spoke it to the curve of her thigh as he swiped at the futon where he'd been sitting. It'd be best to wash the whole thing, but this would have to do for now. "Thank you," he said again, quieter, as he set the soiled towel aside and picked up another to clean her inner thighs in gentle circles. He'd never had someone indulge him quite so thoroughly before, and he hoped that some part of her understood exactly what he was thanking her for.
He swore he heard her mumble, “Cute,” under her breath, but it was too quiet for him to be certain. When he chanced a glance up at her, he found her smiling just a little.
Maybe she understood after all.