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The Things we do in the Dark
Chapter 1 - Desire
The shower had been running for ages.
Too long for Mira’s liking.
The big communal area one. The one that every fucker seemed to favour.
Mira had learned from past experiences though.
She
She would not be walking in there any time soon.
Besides, she knew who it was. She’d seen them enter. A towel draped over unfairly broad shoulders, a tight grey vest clinging with sweat and a loose pair of black work out shorts.
But in a way… that bothered her more.
Not how he looked post work out when he was hot and sweaty… all rippling muscles that shone with a glean of sweat… No… don’t go there Mira.
No. What bothered her was that Abby was usually quick in the shower.
What the hell was he doing?
She decided she would just knock on the door, tell him to hurry up. That would be enough.
She approached it slightly cautiously, as though afraid she might be attacked at any moment.
Maybe she was afraid of that.
Afraid of being attacked with the spectacular sight of a hot, wet and naked Abby wearing nothing but a towel… if that.
She shook her head. She should not be thinking of him like that AT ALL.
She raised a fist to knock on the door when she heard something.
It sounded like grunting.
She leaned closer to listen… she really shouldn’t have.
It was grunting she could hear. And moaning.
Mira went to move away from the door sharpish when she heard a word moaned out.
“Fuck… Mira…”
She froze like a deer in headlights.
It was one thing, the flirting… She could brush it off. It was just what he was like. And yes, he was hot. She had eyes. He was hot, he flirted with her, and she rejected his attempts every time. But there was a line. That was it. It was clear where they stood.
He had Romance. And they were happy enough to be cuddly and affectionate and loving together whenever they were together in the penthouse. It was almost sickening. They flirted with each other as much as they did with her.
But it was just flirting.
They would go back to the room they shared and do whatever they pleased to each other. Mira generally tried not to think about what they did together too much.
And Mira, Mira would go to her own room and definitely not think about either of them when she got herself off.
And yeah ok… There had been a couple of moments when the tension had changed, the dynamic shifted slightly, threatening to snap this fragile equilibrium between them… Like when Abby had been slashed to fuck after giving Baby a bath and Mira tended to his wounds. Or when she had insisted on staying with him when he had his allergic reaction, holding his hand and fussing over him, calling him babo affectionately.
But since then, Mira had locked down hard.
But hearing this… hearing Abby moan her name in the shower?
It broke those carefully constructed walls. It shattered the illusion.
Because he shouldn’t be saying her name.
Either he should be saying Romance’s name, or he shouldn’t be getting off alone in there.
Mira pressed her thighs together, hardly daring to breathe, unable to walk away. Trying to convince herself that she had imagined it. Maybe Romance was in there… Maybe they were fucking or doing oral or something and she misheard.
“Oh, fuck yes… Mira… Good girl…”
She bit her lip and squeezed her thighs tighter as she felt heat pool lower down, a dampness forming between her legs. There was no denying what she was hearing. She should go. She should walk away and pretend she never heard a thing.
Her feet weren’t listening to her brain.
It seemed that much like a man; all the blood was rushing in a different direction.
“Oh Mira, yes… I’m close… Fuck baby… so tight… so fucking beautiful…”
Abby’s fantasy must be pretty vivid.
She really should not be wondering what he was picturing.
Her own fingers moved towards the apex of her thighs without her permission.
“Fuck Mira!” Abby gave a final grunt before Mira could get herself going.
One finger still swirled in gentle circles beneath her night dress as she listened to the sounds of the water pouring down. She wondered what it would feel like to have one of Abby’s much thicker fingers there. What would it feel like if he pressed them inside of her?
She heard the water shut off and she finally willed her body to obey, snatching her finger back from under her dress as the door opened.
Mira was confronted with Abby’s bare chest, water droplets running down the smooth rivets between his abs in a way that made her want to chase them with her tongue. A towel was wrapped low around his hips and she forced herself to look up the chiselled body to his face.
His pink hair was tousled from towel drying and his eyes were on her, pupils blown wide, his lips slightly parted in surprise at finding her there.
But Abby didn’t get embarrassed. If he suspected she might have heard anything, he would show no trace of being embarrassed or awkward about it.
As expected, the surprise on his face quickly gave way to a fucking cocky grin.
“Well… Wasn’t expecting to find you here, gongjunim… If I had realised you were out here, I’d have invited you in. Would have been a lot better with the real deal.”
She wanted to smash his stupid face.
She wanted to smash her mouth against his.
She wanted to shove her tongue down his throat and his hand down her underwear.
She wanted to run away.
“Should have announced yourself. You could have watched if you didn’t want to join in yet.” He winked at her.
Mira desperately searched her brain for a witty response.
She was coming up short.
“In your dreams, dumbass.”
“Not just my dreams, gongjunim.” He teased. He stepped forward, forcing her to either be pressed against him and likely have to hang onto him to stay upright, or to back up against the wall behind her. She chose the latter option, and he placed a hand against the wall, arm by her head, effectively caging her in.
But he didn’t trap her fully. He still left one side open for her to bolt if she wanted to.
He was challenging her.
He bent down slightly, his lips close to her ear, practically brushing against the shell.
“You want to know what I was thinking about when I moaned your name in there?”
Oh god did she… No… wait… no, she didn’t.
She tried desperately not to show any signs of interest. Not to make eye contact, not to let her thighs rub together. Not to give any indication that he was affecting her whatsoever. She would not give him the satisfaction.
“I was imagining taking you there in the shower. Your hands against the wall, bent over and so willing and ready for me.” He was practically purring. His voice was deep and rumbling like his fucking v8 engine purr. She could feel the way it vibrated through her skin. “These beautiful long legs spread wide for me… water pouring over your back… your hair plastered to your skin.” The fingers on his other hand ghosted up her thigh… not quite touching, but just enough that it made her legs tremble.
She wanted to walk away… but he would know he’d gotten to her.
She wanted to bite back some kind of retort, maybe something to knock his ego a bit… but she was afraid that if she opened her mouth everything would come out as a breathy desperate moan.
“You looked so beautiful and hot in my imagination… But it doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing…” His fingers gently combed through her hair; his head tilted every so slightly to admire it but never moving away far. He was only a breath away. A growl crept up from his chest.
“Do you know what you do to me, naekkeo?” he growled into her ear. “Walking around in these stupid fucking cute night dresses with cutesy angry bears on? They barely cover you; your long legs look even longer somehow… The dress barely hiding anything, especially when you sit down. You manspread or sit with your leg raised and it’s all I can do not to fucking take you right there on the couch.”
Her clit was throbbing at his words. Desperate to be touched.
“And now this? Knowing you were just outside the door all this time?” She could feel how tense he was. His nose nuzzled lightly into her hair by her ear. She felt the shuddering breath he took in, heard it too. Like he was fighting to control himself, fighting to restrain himself.
She fought not to tremble.
She could practically feel his longing to sink his fangs into her, to lift her and pin her against the wall, drop his towel and fuck her relentlessly. She could see how his muscles tensed and contracted with barely controlled restraint.
“To think… I could have had the real thing… not some empty figment of my imagination and my hand… I’d have settled for having these long dainty fingers wrapped around me… Or maybe this pretty little mouth.” He touched each location as he suggested it, entwining their fingers before brushing his thumb over her bottom lip and pulling it down ever so slightly.
“Fuck… It’s all I can do not to take you here against the wall. Or to drag you back into that bathroom and make my imagination a reality.” He growled, the hand on the wall forming a fist that he hit lightly against it as he screwed his eyes shut, baring his teeth.
Sure enough – the fangs were present.
The throbbing between her legs grew worse.
The flirting had been one thing. But to hear him want her so openly… that did something else to her. His desire stated plainly and filthily. She couldn’t help it, she shifted her legs slightly, needing some sort of friction. Anything to ease the throb.
The movement drew his attention immediately.
Like a predator stalking prey.
His eyes dragged down her, hungry, knowing.
“Oh my poor naekkeo…” he purred. “I got my release… but you never got yours. Rest assured in my imagination I take care of that. I would never let you go without satisfaction.” He was teasing, taunting. “In my thoughts, I touch you right… there…” He pressed a finger over the fabric of her night dress, pushing between her thighs until he made contact with the spot she so desperately needed him to touch.
She couldn’t smother the gasp that escaped her quick enough.
Abby smirked.
“Yeah, and you make a sound just like that. But it sounds so much better in reality than it does in my head.” He pulled his finger back and Mira had to bite her lip and screw her eyes shut to keep from whimpering at the absence. He clearly sensed it. “I touch you there, rubbing circles and tweaking it until you moan my name, until you beg me to grant you release… sometimes you just demand it, the princess you are…” he chuckled. His forefinger and thumb grabbed her chin and he tilted her face to look at him. Their eyes locked and Mira felt herself melting a little more.
He looked fucking starving.
Fucking depraved.
Like he’d been without water for days and she was a glass of it.
“Is that what you want, naekkeo? You want me to touch you there? You want to get off too?” Mira couldn’t say a thing. She couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that yes, she wanted his fucking hands on her - even as her mind and body screamed for him.
“Who am I kidding? You’re my fucking gongjunim… I bet you want me on my knees, worshipping you with my mouth and fingers, using my tongue to trace prayers into your clit as my fingers fuck your tight little cunt.”
Mira felt her back slide down the wall slightly as her legs trembled, threatening to give out.
“I’ll do it, gongjunim. I’ll get down on my knees right here and give you everything you desire, everything you so desperately need and want.” His expression was a mix of hungry and sincere. Mira bit her lip harder. “Just say the word, Mira. Tell me to stop, and I’ll walk away like this never happened…” he was growling like a v8 revving. “Or tell me you want it and I’ll bring you pleasure like you’ve never had before. I’ll worship between your thighs until you’re biting that pretty lip to keep from screaming.”
Never had Mira felt her resolve so weak.
Never had anyone, especially a man, made her feel so desperate.
She had never wanted like she wanted in that moment.
“Tell me, naekkeo…” His forehead was leaning on her now. His words came out through gritted teeth. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
It was the first time he’d told her what to say. It caught her off guard. He wanted her to say she didn’t want this? What, so he could smirk and call her a liar?
But then she looked at his posture. She looked at the way his brow was furrowed, his lips pursed. The way he was hunched, the tightness coiled in his arm, in his shoulders and abdomen. He was holding back. He meant it.
He needed her to say she didn’t want it, so it would be easier to restrain himself… easier to draw back and pretend it wasn’t killing him.
She had all the power.
He would always give her the power, even if he was pounding into her mercifully like he’d suggested. She knew it. She was his gongjunim, and her word was law.
“Tell me, Mira.” He grit out.
“No.” She managed at last to breathe a word. His eyes opened and he looked at her, taking breaths to try and steady himself. “No, I won’t tell you I don’t want it.”
He looked at her for a moment, brow furrowed in thought. She saw the moment he realised, the moment he understood what she had said.
“Fuck, Mira… naekkeo… are you sure? Because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop if I start.”
Mira nodded. She had never been more sure of anything.
“I want you on your knees. I want you to worship me like you said you could.”
Abby hissed but not with annoyance.
“Your wish is my command, gongjunim.”
He dropped to his knees swiftly, right there in the corridor. Mira panicked internally. Here? Anyone could walk down here and find them! Shouldn’t they…
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh….” She moaned, as Abby’s mouth pressed against her centre through her underwear. Rational thought left her. There was nothing but Abby.
“Shhhh, naekkeo… Someone might hear you.” He purred, the vibration of it thrumming against her needy clit.
Mira clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Good girl… If it’s too much, if I do something wrong… you have to tell me though, ok?” She nodded, scarcely able to think.
One of his fingers brushed against her as he pulled the soaked fabric of her panties to the side.
“Fuck you’re so wet… is this all for me naekkeo?”
She wanted to snap that it wasn’t. But the lie wouldn’t leave her tongue. He chuckled at her.
“I knew it. Don’t worry, gongjunim… I’ll make you feel good.”
His breath was hot and wet against her.
Another teasing brush with his fingers and then his fingers gripped her thighs, and his mouth was on her.
“Ahhhnnnn….!” She moaned and gasped all at once, pressing her hand together around her own mouth.
His tongue flicked against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her. He lapped at her entrance like a parched man. Mira was seeing stars.
Her other hand smacked against the wall, searching for purchase… anything as he overwhelmed her with his wicked tongue.
When he had her panting, he brushed one long finger against her entrance, circling it, teasing but not entering. Mira whined and bucked her hips. Abby gave another chuckle against her skin, pressing a kiss to her clit.
“So eager. Ok, gongjunim… I can take a hint.” Slowly, painfully slowly, he pressed a single long digit inside her. It was delicious. It was thrilling. It was better than her own… longer, thicker. All he needed to do was crook his finger slightly and he’d hit that sweet spot.
As if reading her mind, he bent his finger just so and Mira moaned aloud.
“Shhh… wouldn’t want anyone hearing you now, would we?” He teased. Mira suspected that he wouldn’t care in the slightest if they got caught. She didn’t think it would slow him down or stop him in the slightest. He’d just keep fucking her with his finger and tongue until she came apart.
He pumped in and out of her a few times, curling his finger each time he did do to drag along her g-spot. His tongue swirled around her clit just as he had insinuated doing. Mira was biting her lip under her hand to smother her moans.
“Let’s see how well you take another.” He murmured salaciously and she felt the slight stretch as a second finger pressed inside her. “Such a good girl… taking it so well…” He praised, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her thigh. “Now let’s see if we can’t give you that release you so desperately want. After all, we don’t know how long we have.”
She didn’t have time to comment. Abby’s fingers were thrusting in and out of her, the pace steady, just fast enough, pushing just deep enough to make her gasp. But always, always making sure to rub against her g-spot. His tongue worked her clit again, flicking and swirling in all the ways he’d been trialling before, his lips closing over the nub at points to suck.
Mira put her hand in her mouth and bit down. The other hand flew to his back, nails digging into his skin as he pushed her closer and closer to an edge. He seemed to realise what he was doing and it spurred him on.
He worked her harder, faster… he fucked her with his fingers and tongue until she was practically screaming into her hand. Just as he had said he would. She felt the pleasure build and build – like going up the incline of a coaster before hanging on the precipice. And just like with the coaster, it all hit all of a sudden.
Her legs squeezed and shook and her hand smacked at his back before digging in once more. Abby hooked her legs over his shoulder and went harder. Driving her to climax over and over.
Again, she was forced to bite her hand as she screamed in pleasure as wave after wave rocked through her until she was a limp boneless mess against the wall, held up by Abby’s kneeling form.
“Fuck… Fuck Mira… That was…” He pressed kisses to every inch of her he could reach from where he knelt. She spasmed as he kissed her centre, still sensitive from her orgasm. “So beautiful, nae saraeng…. So fucking beautiful when you come apart…” He gently slid her panties back into place and held her firmly as he stood up, never letting her down. “You tasted so fucking good… better than I dreamed… Fuck…” he was purring as he nuzzled into her neck, breathing her in.
Her heart was racing from the high and her chest heaved.
His kissed her neck, her jaw, the shell of her ear.
“So fucking good, nae saraeng…”
Mira knew they couldn’t stay here, couldn’t stay like this, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. His body was pressed against her and she felt the tent in the front of it. Abby chuckled into her neck.
“Don’t worry about him… he’ll calm down in a minute.” She opened her mouth, finding herself wanting to tell him that she didn’t want him to calm down when she became aware of footsteps coming down the corridor.
Abby pushed her into the bathroom and shut the door. She heard the sound of his footsteps receding as others came closer, eventually passing.
Mira caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She looked absolutely fucked.
And, she realised with a jolt, she probably was absolutely and truly fucked.
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