I will have you, yes I will have you
I will find a way and I will have you
Like a butterfly, a wild butterfly
I will collect you and capture you
-Animotion “Obsession”
Dara almost stumble as Jiyong continuously dragged her along the way out of the theater. She half ran and walked as Jiyong walked briskly along one hallway going to the theater’s restroom. And upon having the clue of what was Jiyong’s plan, Dara’s eyes snapped wide open and her hand immediately clasped Jiyong’s that was gripping her other wrist tightly.
But even before she could even stop him from what she was thinking he’ll do ‘they’ll do’, she was already too late for they had already reached the ladies’ restroom.
“Wait Ji-“
She gasped as he pulled her inside and pinned her against the restroom’s door. He was breathing hard as he looked at her with intense and dark eyes. Both of his hands were resting against the door, on both sides of Dara’s face; completely disabling her from escaping.
Dara’s hands came to rest against Jiyong’s chest, putting enough distance between them even though it’ll eventually end up futile.
She could feel the hard and fast pounding of his heart against her palm; like little drums, pushing against the fabric of his clothes. It was as if she could really feel it beating against her skin because it was so strong. And just then she realized that even her own heart was pounding as fast and as hard as his, and especially when his familiar Lavender scent brushed against her nose… adding up to the spell that was slowly trapping her again.
Her hands slowly curled against the fabric of his shirt, crumpling the smooth clothe, not that he minded. She looked up to him, and gulped down the forming lump in her throat as she met his penetrating gaze.
He didn’t say anything, but just stared… his brows slowly met and his face slowly twisted again like earlier, as if he was once again in an unexplainable pain.
“This is wrong…”
Dara heard herself mumbling, her hands were gripping on his shirt tighter than before as she tried to push him away but as she expected, her attempt ended fruitless as Jiyong stayed on his spot, unmoving… like a sturdy rock, pinning her securely against the door.
Her lips parted, about to speak again but even before words leave her mouth, Jiyong’s lips came to seal hers.
Her words were replaced by gasps and muffled moans, which Jiyong’s hungry mouth accepted and swallowed down. Her eyes slowly closed as her mind started to cloud and just like earlier, inside the theater, she had once again got drowned by the dazing need inside her body, and had once again succumb to the scalding heat inside her.
One of Jiyong’s hands came behind her head, twisting his fingers through her short brown hair, bringing her face closer to his. He sucked on her lips, his probing tongue easily slipped through the parting of her lips, invading her mouth again just as he did earlier.
His other arm circled around her waist, pulling her body closer to him. Another gasp escaped her throat, her hands gripped tightly on his shoulders and her eyes slightly opened when she felt his hardness poking through his pants. And just only then she finally noticed the forming wetness between her legs and the aching lust that came with it.
“Oh God!”
She moaned out loud and threw her head back as soon as Jiyong pulled out from their kiss only for his lips to latch itself against the soft pale skin of her neck. His arms kept its tight grip around her waist, keeping her against him, continuously torturing her of the feeling of his hardness completely pressed against her thigh, even grinding his hips to tease her more… eliciting moans after moans from her. Such music to his ears he thought.
He bit her neck which made her yelp out loud, completely forgetting as to where they were. He sucked the bruised skin, leaving a clear mark against her pale skin. His lips trailed up…his tongue licked the side of her neck, making the hairs on her nape stood up and insides trembled in anticipation. He reached the skin just below her earlobe and there, he had once again sucked the sensitive flesh, leaving her writhing against him, her nails clawed on his shoulders as she gripped him tightly for her dear life.
Being found out was the least in her mind right now. For all she wanted was him… to fill her… to satiate every need that her body was excruciatingly enduring right now.
“Jiyong…” She moaned out… mouth was watering… eyes were half-lidded.
Upon hearing it, Jiyong smirked against her skin, one of his hands trailed down to her side, caressing the side of her thigh, making her tremble even more… and she had to bit her lip so hard that it almost bled just to stop herself from shamelessly moaning again when she felt his hand slipped inside her skirt, bringing the tight cloth up her thigh.
“Is this still wrong… huh? Jagiya..?” He whispered against her ear before he nipped on her earlobe and cupped her drenched sex.
Dara threw her head back in ecstasy and one of her hands came down to grip on Jiyong’s wrist. Not really knowing if she wanted to pull his hand off of her or if she wanted him to rub her even more… she doubted for it to be the former.
“You’re wet.” He mumbled once again as he slipped his hand inside her underwear and slid in a finger inside her aching hole. Dara immediately wrapped both of her arms around Jiyong’s neck and snuggled her face against it. She tried to close her legs yet the wonders, his finger was doing inside her made it hard for her to do.
“Tell me… should I stop Jagiya?” His husky voice kept her barely holding on to sanity. She bit her lip, not really wanting to answer him yet when he pushed his finger deeper inside her, she gasped and her knees collapsed… good thing, his other arm was still wrapped around her waist to keep her up.
“Should I stop…?” He continued with his torture to her, enduring his own torture as he wanted to hear the words from her. He pulled out his finger which made her eyes snapped wide open, only to shut it tight again when she felt his finger caressed her swelling nub.
“Tell me…” His lips trailed once again along her jaw, and towards her swollen lips. He watched her twisted face with lust-filled eyes and when she still kept her silence, he pulled out his hand completely out of her underwear. Dara’s eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze… her expression was filled with surprise, horror and lust at the same time… her brows furrowed and her forehead creased as she battled against herself.
“Tell me jagiya…” He pecked on her lips… his lower lip lingered against hers for a while… savoring her hot breath that was brushing against his lips.
Dara closed her eyes once again… her hands were trembling as she reached for his chest once again and curled the fabric of his clothes on her hands.
“Please…” she mumbled back, pushing her head towards his for another kiss but he pulled back, only letting their lips to brush against each other a little.
“Please what…?” his voice was stern, jaw was clenching from controlling himself not to pound on her. Dara groaned… almost cried out in frustration… and when she couldn’t take anymore of his torture, she finally swallowed her pride.
“Don’t stop…. I need you…” She said in a strained voice.
Jiyong gulped down and groaned inside. He gritted his teeth even more as one of his hands trailed along the side of her thigh, lifting her leg.
“Wrap your legs around me...” He ordered before tilting his head to the side and taking her lips in another rough and desperate kiss. It didn’t take her another moment as she quickly complied with his words.
Her skirt hiked up on her waist, they kissed hungrily as Jiyong’s hands cupped her butt, while her hands gripped tightly on to his hair. His aching dick strained to be let out of his pants, as it desperately poked against Dara’s drenched core… he grinded his hips as he walked them away from the door, the front of his pants started to get wet as he continuously stroked his hardness against her soaked underwear.
He reached the counter… and sat her on top of it as he settled himself between her legs. They continued to kiss… moaning in each others mouth. His hands trailed down between them and started to unbuckle his belt. He just needed her now…
“I love you…” He groaned out as they pulled out from their kiss. Dara looked down between them, her hands rested on his shoulders, holding on it tightly. She heard the sound of his belt and his zipper being opened and the next thing she saw was his throbbing hard cock standing against his stomach.
One of Jiyong’s hands slid inside her coat, cupping her covered breast. She threw her head back in pleasure, and clawed on his shoulders. His other hand guided his cock, pushed her underwear aside with its head and when he felt her moist, warm core… his knees almost collapsed from overwhelming bliss.
He squeezed her breast as he continuously teased the lips of her cunt… smudging her fluids with the tip of his cock. One of Dara’s hands trailed on his nape, pushing him for another kiss before she looked down again as she felt his cock slowly filling her in.
She sucked in her stomach… felt the ticklish sensation inside her and her clit swell in agony and she knew she was near her release. They both moaned out loud as he buried himself deep in her core, balls deep… yet still wanting to reach more. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as he began thrusting in her in long deep strokes. Her nipple grazed against the fabric of her bra as Jiyong continuously kneed her breast. His other arm urging her hips to follow his rhythm.
“Uh…. fukc jagiya… you feel so hmmm good…”
Dara rested her head on his shoulder… her hands wandered around his back, pulling at his shirt before she placed them on his ass, squeezing the soft flesh over his slacks. Soon, her hips started to grind… following his rhythm… her ass scraped on the cold tiled counter and soon she wrapped both of her legs around his waist as his thrust became quick and he pummeled in her like a drill.
Jiyong suddenly pulled out… waking her up from ecstasy. She looked at him with shocked eyes as he gripped on her waist and pulled her from the counter. He settled her on her feet before turning her around facing the mirror and there she saw the lust-filled expression on her face, and the woman she barely knew. The strands of her short brown hair was everywhere… her lips were swollen and her lipstick was smudged across her cheek. Her clothes were crumpled; coat was barely covering her and her skirt pooled around her waist, exposing her ass and her dripping cunt for his eyes. And it was her eyes that she noticed… tear-filled eyes that stare back at her and she knew those tears were of nothing but pure tears of joy. Such sin… yet she wanted more.
Her eyes shut tight as she felt the head of his cock slowly making its way inside her again. Her back arched and she gripped on the edge of the counter to still herself. She could feel her knees wobbling, barely keeping her up and she was grateful when she felt his arm circled around her waist to keep her up. His other hand pulled her shirt from being tucked and slid his hand inside it, caressing her bare skin and soon found its way to her breast. He squeezed the soft flesh under her bra, her nipple grazed against his palm, driving him madder.
He thrust inside her roughly, her knees bent from the force. Her mouth was half opened as she continuously moaned. She opened her eyes and gazed on their reflection. Jiyong was staring back at her… eyes were half opened, his hair was disarrayed and some of his bangs stuck on his forehead because of his sweat. Their bodies shook in the same rhythm as they fukced each other desperately.
“Oh Jiyong… uhhh… faster…” Even her voice shook for her throat started to strain from continuously moaning. He pulled her up, one of his hands nestled against her stomach while the other continuously squeezed on her breast. Dara’s hand reached for his face and pulled it for another long kiss.
Suddenly, they were put to a stop when they both heard footsteps coming closer towards the restroom. Jiyong immediately pulled out of her and pushed her towards one of the stalls. Dara’s expression was mortified, and shame started to creep inside her again only to be calmed down by Jiyong’s warm hand cupping the side of her face.
He smiled at her yet it wasn’t enough to calm her down. What could she be thinking having sex with someone inside the theater’s restroom! She thought.
They could hear two women talking just outside the stall. Dara was too caught up listening to the people that she didn’t notice Jiyong’s intense gaze on her. The next thing she knew was she was once again being pulled towards him… straddling him as he sat down on the toilet.
She struggled… pushing herself up as she held on against the walls of the stall. Sweat trailed down her neck as she struggled to keep her voice down as well. She looked at him in horror when she felt his cock trying to push inside her again. One of his hands was guiding his cock while the held on to her hips to keep her in place.
She gripped on the wall on both sides of her as she felt herself sunk in to his hard cock once again. She bit on her lips to keep her moans inside her. She watched how Jiyong threw his head back and she felt his hand gripped on her hip tightly that it almost hurt. They could still hear voices outside yet it didn’t stop him from pushing up, stroking his cock against the tight walls of her dripping cunt. Soon, Dara grinded her hips, following his rhythm, sliding herself back and forth on his lap.
After a while the voices outside vanished. And soon the stall where they were started to fill with loud moans and guttural grunts as they resumed fukcing each other hard and rough. She moaned out in both pain and pleasure as she felt the tip of his cock hitting the entrance of her womb. His cock swelled inside her, precum oozing, painting the walls of her cunt.
Jiyong snuggled his face on the side of her neck, his lips reached for Dara’s ear and nipped on its earlobe. He could feel her walls tightening around him. He could hear her moans started to get deeper and he knew she was close.
“Come for me jagiya… fukcing spray me with your sweet juice…” He whispered against her ear. And upon hearing Jiyong’s dirty words, Dara’s body stiffened… she threw her head back and lips parted, her throat strained out a soundless moan. Soon her juices gushed out of her coating his aching dick… her body trembled as her orgasm hit her like an earthquake.
“Uhhhhh… no… Oh God…!” She held on to him, back was arching… wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as wave after wave of orgasm hit her.
Jiyong continued with his thrust, feeling Dara’s walls trembling and squeezing him had driven him more to bury himself deeper in her… holding on to her hips as his hips were uncontrollably pounding in her like there was no tomorrow and soon, his body stiffened… he let out a long loud groan as he could feel his hot semen leaving his system.
Dara moaned and tightened her hold to him as she felt his hot seed shooting inside her womb, soothing her abused cunt with its warmth. She could feel some of it leaked out of her, dripping down on the toilet seat below him. He continued to thrust, emptying himself inside her, not missing a drop.
Dara collapsed against Jiyong. Eyes were shut tight as exhaustion filled her body. They both glistened in sweat and satiated lust. Jiyong’s arms wrapped around her… hands were stroking her trembling body to make her calm. They stayed like that for a moment. Flesh with flesh, pulses was beating fast and hard at the same time.
Dara didn’t say a word after they cleaned themselves. They managed to leave even before the movie ended. Jiyong kept his arm around her shoulder. Stroking it up and down while she kept her head bowed down. She was drowning in guilt even though she had wanted everything that happened. After satiating her aching lust, all she wanted now was to run and hide herself from the eyes of the innocent people around them. She just felt so dirty and horrible.
“I want to go home…” She mumbled as soon as they made their way out to the street.
Jiyong looked down on her. Saw her had her head down… felt a punch on his stomach upon realizing that she had hurt her again yet he still tried to smile.
“Okay… I’ll take you home.” He said as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
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“I’ll just order someone to take your car here first thing tomorrow morning…”
They were standing by the doorstep of Dara’s place and until they reached her home, she hadn’t say a thing. And even now, she only nodded at him as she kept her gaze on the floor.
“Jagiya…” Jiyong tried to reach for her face but she dodged his hand. They stood there for a while… unmoving. Just then, Dara was caught off guard when she felt Jiyong’s finger on her chin, tilting her head up and the next thing she felt was his lips against hers.
Her eyes widen up and her arms instinctively pushed him away from her. She glared at him before she turned and opened the door of her apartment. Without waiting for him to bid goodbye, she already ran inside and hid herself inside her room.
She sat on the floor, her back was against her bed and she curled herself like a ball as she hugged her knees against her chest. She could feel her heart beating crazily. Could feel her skin tingling in warmth and she could once again feel the weird feeling inside her stomach.
“Stop it…” She continuously mumbled in herself… loudly stopping herself from something inevitable going on inside her.
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She spent almost an hour inside her bathroom. Scrubbing herself to the point that her skin started to raw. She wanted to get rid of him… his scent… his marks… his memory yet even though later, in her dreams… she would once again replay everything that had happened earlier.
And upon stepping out of the shower she jus only noticed the delicious scent of something cooked, could hear someone in her kitchen going through her kitchen wares. And there, her heart beat fast and quick once again… Jiyong.
She quickly dressed up… not minding to dry her hair as she immediately run outside to see what Jiyong was up to now. And upon reaching her kitchen, she saw her table filled with foods and Jiyong wearing her apron. His sleeves were pushed up against his arms and his handsome face glistened in sweat. Dara could feel her cheeks burned from the sight of Jiyong but she brushed the feeling away as she looked at him angrily.
“What are you doing here?! How did you get in?!” She stayed on her spot, only moved away when she saw him approaching her.
“You left your door unlocked.” He simply said with a smile and she wanted to scrape it off of him because of the effects it was giving her.
She blinked, wanted to pound her head for completely forgetting her door. And her thoughts were cut off when she heard him speak once again.
“You shouldn’t leave you door unlocked jagiya… it’s dangerous… what if someone tried to-“
“Like I didn’t know that…” She spat back him. And he had the nerves to preach her and tell her what was dangerous from not. Didn’t he know that there was nothing more dangerous than being with him? Yet, the fact wasn’t enough to make herself to completely stay away from him.
“Oh… that’s good… next time you should-…” She watched him as he pouted and continued to preach her. Not really paying attention on what he was talking about for she was too caught up in the thought of what was really going on inside his head right now. Why was he doing this…? Why her…?
The next thing she found herself being dragged towards one seat, he had his hands on both sides of her shoulders and pushed her down to sit.
“I was supposed to take you out to dinner as well but unfortunately my plans didn’t work out the way I wanted them to be… so I just cooked for you jagiya… hope you liked it.”
“I’m not hungry…” She tried to push herself away from the table. Jiyong immediately kneeled beside her and picked a food from the table.
“You should eat… this is your favorite right… I made this myself…”
Dara’s brow furrowed as Jiyong kept trying to feed her. She kept nudging it as she look to the side. He was trapping her… he was suffocating her…
“Jiyong, please stop… Stop this! Stop acting like everything is normal!” She yelled at him and that finally made him stop.
He looked at her for a moment before he managed to blink. The sides of his lips twitched as he tried to smile but failed. Slowly, he placed the food back on her plate and bowed his head down, looking over Dara’s lap.
Dara watched the top of Jiyong’s head. He looked like a broken child that had been scolded by his mom and it somehow pricked her insides. She gulped down the lump in her throat a pushed the feeling aside.
“Stop this… I can’t give you what you have in mind. I can’t be that woman Jiyong…” She mumbled.
Jiyong slowly looked up… eyes filled with sadness yet there was still that warm smile in his lips.
“I don’t want you to be anyone other than being yourself… I don’t need you to give me anything… I just…”
Tears started to fill his eyes… he looked down once again and caught Dara off guard as he hugged her waist and placed his head on her lap… facing sideways… she tried to struggle but he held her tight.
“I just…love you...”
Dara stiffened in her seat. Felt like the world crushed down over her once as she heard him say those words again.
How could he do this to her…?
How could he love her…?
This was too much… and she was afraid that if she won’t stop him… she herself won’t be able to stop herself from feeling the same thing for him… no… she just can’t let that happen.
“I’m going to marry Minho whether you like it or not… whether you love me or… not… I’m going to marry him Jiyong and spend the rest of my life with him… only him.”
She choked out the words only to realize that tears started to fill her eyes as well… why had those words felt like it was the hardest thing to say…? Her heart beat painfully inside her chest. Her body felt numb from his tight embrace and she waited…
Jiyong looked up and met her gaze… his expression was unreadable and she saw a tear escaped the side of his eye.
“Have I ever stopped you?”
She was left confused for a while as she watched him stood up, still wearing that unreadable expression on his face.
“All I want is to love you Dara… that is all.”
He mumbled as he leaned down and placed a peck on her forehead. Jiyong took off the apron and placed it on the counter before he walked towards one seat and grabbed his coat. Dara watched him walked out of the kitchen without even glancing back and the next thing she heard was the sound of her door being opened and closed after. Soon, silence took over. The silence that she wanted before but now, made her feel more suffocated than being with him. Finally without him yet she felt utterly empty inside once again.
She buried her face on her hands and started to drown herself in tears.
He couldn’t just say those words… he couldn’t just say he loved her just like that. Couldn’t just kiss and envelope her in his embrace like it was the most normal thing to do and he couldn’t just make love to her without expecting her to feel nothing. She had to stop him… for no matter how often he said he didn’t need anything from her… every kiss, every touch… every love he gave her was taking a piece of her. And she wouldn’t be the same anymore if she won’t have Jiyong to fill those pieces back the way it should, better than before.
