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Mia's POV:
Every once in a while, the whole world gets flipped around. Your thoughts turn topsy-turvy, your goals are thrown up for consideration, and nothing is ever as easy as you thought it might be.
For Mia, the moment she decided to fall head-first, madly and deeply, into those deep, purple-pink pools Jae-Il possessed, she had realized how screwed she truly was.
Just earlier that day, she confronted an ugly side of herself: a vengeful, selfish creature hell-bent on pointing a knife at any woman who dared look at her brother.
The memory made her stomach churn.
Mia was many things—proud, a little arrogant, certainly petulant—but a monster?
She wasn't so sure.
She didn't want to be a monster.
She wanted to be the woman Jae-il could love, a safe harbor, a source of warmth and light, not a creature of darkness and jealousy.
Yet, as she lay beneath him now, his weight a delicious, crushing pressure, his grip on her wrists an iron shackle, a different kind of monster reared its head.
Truthfully, she couldn't help herself...
The fragility of what they had was something she understood intimately, even as it projected an illusion of permanence.
Yes, they kissed, they fucked, they texted each other, told each other they loved each other, but how long could it truly last?
There would come a day—she felt it with a certainty that chilled her—when the weight of being hidden would press too heavily on Jae-il. And then? Then he would meet someone else, someone whose face he wouldn't have to hide, someone with a different name, perhaps a smile that caught the light in a similar way, but with the distinct advantage of being someone he could introduce to anyone, anywhere, without a second thought. Someone he could love openly, instead of like this.
The thought was a cold shard of ice in her heart. It made her feel sick.
She raked her nails on his back as he entered her with a decisive thrust. "Ohhhh, Jae-il!"
It made her sick, and it made her burn with a feverish, desperate need to claim him in every way possible, to mark him, to leave a part of herself inside him so deep he could never, ever scrape it out. She had to be that woman that he couldn't just forget. The one who would be the yardstick for all other lovers.
'She's pretty, but not like Mia.'
'She's nice, but not like Mia.'
'She knows how to fuck, but Mia, Mia, Mia...'
Her name had to be a phantom limb, a missing piece he would feel for the rest of his life.
Her nails dug deeper.
He hissed, his hips jerking against hers, a guttural sound escaping his lips. "Fuck, Noona."
Mia liked that sound.
She liked the way he said her name, the way his voice dropped an octave, the way his breath hitched in his throat. She liked the pain she was inflicting, not because she was a sadist, but because it was a sign. A sign that he was here, with her, that she was the one making him feel this way.
She locked her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into the small of his back. "Come on, Jae-il. Fuck this Noona." She panted. "Let her feel what it's like to be with a real man."
He didn't need any more encouragement.
He started to move, his thrusts deep and hard and punishing, the way she liked it. The way she needed it. Each impact sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through her body, making her toes curl, making her back arch off the couch.
"Is that all you've got?" She taunted, her voice a breathless whisper. "I thought you were a football player. Where's your stamina?"
He answered her with a particularly vicious thrust, one that made her see stars.
Her laugh was broken, choked, a sound of ecstasy. She didn't know who she was anymore. The jealous woman from the cafe, the desperate girl from earlier, the proud sister... they all melted away, leaving only this. This primal creature who wanted to be consumed, to be devoured, to be fucked into oblivion.
She was no longer thinking about Min-ji, or the fork, or the look on Joo-ri's face. She wasn't thinking about the future, or the past, or the million and one ways this could all go wrong.
"Seriously, Noona?" He said, hotly, right on her flushed ear. "You're trying to provoke me? You think I can't go all night long?"
And before she could respond, he pulled his length almost all the way out, until only the tip remained inside her. He held it there for a second, a deliberate, torturous pause.
"Jae-il..." She whined. "Don't you dare."
He smirked, whispering. "Don't dare what, Noona?"
"Don't you dare stop." Mia ground out.
Jae-il slammed back into her, so hard the couch skidded a few inches across the floor.
Her scream was ripped from her throat, a high-pitched sound that might've sounded eerily like a woman being stabbed. It was so loud she was sure the neighbors could hear. Were there even any neighbors?
"Is that better?"
She could only nod, her body convulsing around him.
She clawed at his back, her nails leaving long, red scratches on his skin. "Harder." She demanded. "I want to feel you for days."
He obliged, his hips snapping against hers, pistoning in and out of her with a force that left her breathless. The couch creaked and groaned under the assault. "Oh, yes! Jae-il! Oh God! Ahnnggg...." Jae-il's lips found hers again, swallowing her screams, his tongue delving into her mouth for a quick tour of her oral cavity. He bit down on her lower lip, a hint of teeth, and she broke free with a gasp, her nails finding purchase on his back once again.
Her gasp hitched when he moved from her lips to the hollow of her throat, beautifully pale and exposed, with the barest hint of developing sweat. He licked, a wet, messy slurp against her skin, his teeth following with an eagerness of a starving wolf.
Mia threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut, and a rapturous cry rang from the confines of her throat. "I'm about to... ahh... to... ahnng... come!"
She wrapped herself around him like a boa constrictor.
"I'm not far myself, Noona..." Jae-il panted as he rocked back and forth, same pace, same intensity.
Mia had been trying to hold herself back. She didn't want to come too quickly, and wanted to draw this out for as long as possible. But she could feel her release fast approaching. Her breathing became rapid, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.
A final, erratic snap of his hips sent her tumbling over the edge, and the room seemed to tilt as her orgasm crashed into her. She let out a strangled cry, her eyes flying open. "Ahnnnngggg!" She writhed, her hands scrabbling uselessly on the velvety fabric.
For a brief eternity, she floated on that orgasmic high, suspended in time and space.
Then Jae-il continued to hump away, drawing out her orgasm, wringing it for every drop of pleasure.
"Yes..." He panted in her ear. "Milk your brother's dick, Noona." His voice was hot and heavy in her ears.
"How... ahngg... dirty." She purred, staring deep into his eyes. "Is this... ahnngg... something you should—ohh, fuck—say to your sister?" She said, in a coy voice.
His eyes flickered. His breathing quickened. His body trembled, a subtle vibration traveling through every muscle. And Mia knew, then and there, with absolute certainty that he was about to come.
She kissed him, swallowing his moans, his hot, ragged breathing.
His movements became frantic, the sensual rock of his hips turning to spasmodic thrusting. "I'm so close." He grunted against her mouth, and that desperation, the utter loss of control, sent a surge of fresh pleasure down her spine.
"Don't hold yourself back, my beloved." Mia peppered him with with kisses. His cheeks. His nose. His lips. She drank every gasp, every grunt, every strained, ragged exhalation. "Come inside me. Claim me"
She raked her nails on his skin again.
"I love you, Jae-il. I always will. You're my life."
And she said so fully holding his pleasure-twisted face between her hands.
"I love you too, Noona."
She bit her bottom lip, joy and pleasure overwhelming her in equal measure.
He said it.
He confessed.
The words, the cursed words, came to light right into her ears. The confessional didn't arrive swathed in romance.
No flowers.
No candle-lit dinners.
No mushy serenades or grand gestures.
The words had just tumbled out, so casual, so unstudied and yet so perfect, so genuine.
They might have been something that just popped into his mind, triggered by some subtle chemical cocktail of physical pleasures. He could've said so due to the stimulation, but that was not the kind of person Jae-Il was. It didn't matter if his dick was a good six and half inches inside of her and he was on the brink of blowing a load. If he didn't mean what he said, it wouldn't come out of his mouth.
"Oh, Noona... I'm—" Jae-il immediately pulled off, and jerked himself off in her direction, erupting in a violent geyser of cum right into her abdomen. Her eyes widened as the viscous trails landed.
There was so much of it.
It splattered, dripped, drizzled.
It soaked her pale skin with ropes and dollops and puddles and globs. She gazed up in amazement, her breath hitching, the sensation of his cum all over her breasts, her stomach—ah, the exquisite sense of depravity. Having her brother's seed all over her body was a momentary, intoxicating bliss she never would've imagined.
Then again, she could only imagine it was the same for him.
The sex-high faded. A thick, warm blanket of bliss and satiation settled over her. She opened her eyes, her head clearing, the white glow around her slowly diminishing. She smiled, lifting an arm up towards him, beckoning. Cuddle time.
She gave him a cat-like, lazy smile, waggling her fingers as she was suddenly caught in a euphoric sluggishness.
He grabbed her hand, gentle at first. Her smile widened, and then it froze as she blinked. "Huh? Jae-il?"
Mia flinched, squinted, frowned, then widened her eyes again.
Jae-il continued holding onto her fingers, a strong grip of cold iron as he hauled her off the couch with one, fell swoop, as if he was no more than grabbing a jacket. Mia was once more, watching as her brother—whom she believed to be on the verge of falling into his post-coital reverie—still being as horny, perhaps even worse than before, somehow, and sporting a monstrously erect boner.
"You didn't think I was done, did you?"
Came the low, amused answer as he settled her on his lap.
"Bitch."
"..."