Part 2

In one swift motion, he pulled off her top, slipped off her underwear with the back of his hand, and grabbed her beautifully exposed br*asts.

“Ah… ha…”

Hot breath escaped her lips as the tip of her br*ast slipped into his hot mouth. Even as he sucked on her br*ast, Jiwook didn’t stop his penetrating hand. She was so aroused that he could feel her juices running down his fingers. It was embarrassing how she reacted like this just from his fingertips.

With the stimulation coming from above and below, Seowoo’s slender waist twisted.

“This….stop.”

Despite her urgent voice, Jiwook remained unfazed. Eventually, something that had been threatening to spill over overflowed, and Seowoo gasped for breath. She raised her hands to cover her face as the fluid trickled down her as$. It was embarrassing, really.

But Jiwook seemed more amused to see her so aroused.

“Yoon Seowoo.”

He called her name softly, opening her legs and settling in.

“Let me see you.”

Jiwook whispered softly and pulled her wrist down, guiding it to stroke his stiff p*nis slowly. Seowoo’s pupils shook slightly at the sight, feeling it was too obscene.

His p*nis, which she never quite got used to seeing, was indeed very large. Sometimes it was even scary to look at. The thickness and length, as well as the thick gl*ns that always aroused her, made it difficult for her to open her mouth wide enough to take it all in, but she could already feel the heat building up in her lower belly in anticipation of the pleasure it would bring her in a few moments. Her sweet gaze was unknowingly fixed on his p*nis.

Picking up the condom, Jiwook glanced at Seowoo.

“Wanna try putting it on?”

“No!”

He chuckled at her immediate denial. 

How long is she going to be so shy? 

They’d made out and had s*x more times than he could count, but Seowoo was still passive on the bed.

Skillfully ripping the condom packet off with his teeth, he swiftly put it on his er*ction. His brow furrowed under the considerable pressure of the bulge.

Jiwook lifted her slender legs and placed them over his shoulders. As her body was folded in half, exposing her bottom, saliva flowed involuntarily due to tension.

“Why do you look so tense?”

With his c*ck in hand, Jiwook angles it toward her entrance and slowly inserts it. With enough f*replay, the long p*nis quickly slipped inside her. She let out a small moan as he pushed it all the way to the root until it pressed against her cervix.

“Hah…”

Seowoo’s delicate neck twisted. Her fingertips, gripping the sofa, trembled in agony.

A tingling sensation hit the back of her head, and Jiwook exhaled a breath and brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face. Then he leaned forward towards her.

“Even if it’s just acting.”

He pulled her lips in a quick peck. Their moist lips met, then parted just as quickly.

His piercing eyes met hers. She could tell by the way his eyebrows arched.

He was deeply displeased. Jiwook was jealous. While she had always been the one feeling nervous, seeing him like this gave her a strange satisfaction.

“It’s not like it’s sincere.”

Despite his languid tone, his forceful thrusts made Seowoo tightly close her eyes.

Jiwook ran the tip of his tongue over the corner of her eyes, wet with pleasure. As he did, Seowoo’s lush eyelashes trembled. Jiwook licked various parts of her face, almost as if marking his territory. From her eye area to her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and her lips.

His gaze, licking her saliva-drenched lips, intensified.

“Please… stop… that.”

Seowoo shook her head and trembled. Her vision flashes white from his relentless thrusts.

Her climax was frequent today. Just a slight touch felt like it would burst.

Was it because of the drink I had earlier? 

Her sensitive body convulsed with org*sm whenever he stimulated her.

“How much do I have to do, for you to stop?”

Feeling his eyes filled with possessiveness, her entire body melted. She gasped, clutching his shoulders as he thrust harder.

As if to wash away all traces of the other man, Jiwook refused to let go of her lips today.

It was already the nth time. No matter how desperately she pleaded, he wouldn’t listen.

“Hah…”

He lightly flipped her body over. Seowoo buried her face in the pillow in front of her. Her body was pliant under his touch. She didn’t have the strength to lift a finger, so all she could do was moan.

Jiwook lowered his upper body and embraced her from behind. Their hot flesh touched, and he slipped his arm between her flat stomach, holding her firmly against him.

“Sunbae…”

“Again with that.”

His moist tongue licked down her earlobe. Pleasure rushed through her lower body at the familiar sensation of his penetration. Her sagging body shuddered and bucked against him.

He lifted her body again as he thrust in and out of her, pulling her pelvis against him.

“Ah…”

She felt terribly embarrassed, her face down, her as$ up, but it brought immense pleasure. The thrusts of his p*nis into her body sent heat to the crown of her head. He ran his thumb along her exposed folds.

“Ah, please stop!”

As he caressed her smooth b*ttocks, her walls clenched around his c*ck.

“Does that feel good?”

He ran his fingertips over her engorged cl*t, smearing it with her juices. Jiwook’s lips curled into a pleased smile. There were many ways to gauge her arousal: her expressions, her moans, the look on her face at the peak of pleasure, the way her walls tightened around him, and even the fluids that flowed when she was excited. 

He loved how sensitive she is today.

It felt like his insides were twisting as he watched her entangle with another person. Now, he felt somewhat relieved.

Puck. Puck.

Holding onto her hips firmly, Jiwook thrust forcefully. Her white b*ttocks collided with his pelvis, turning red. As he slowly withdrew his c*ck back, the tightly contracted red flesh came into view.

Squelching sounds echoed as Jiwook continued thrusting into her wet and tight entrance.

“Too… too much… please stop…”

The more she pleaded, the more vigorously he moved his hips.

How much time had passed?

“Hah… hah…”

A moment later, she heard his ragged breath on her back. Jiwook pushed her right down on the bed, then leaned in and crashed their lips together.

Her lips tingle with pain. Moving his tongue to lick her lips, Jiwook looked down at Seowoo.

“It’s tiring, huh.”

“All you did was lie still.”

What exactly was tiring for you?

Seowoo’s brow narrowed at the sarcastic tone. Her pouty lips were puffy and swollen. Jiwook flicked her lips with his fingertip, and her face crumpled in pain. Grimacing from the stinging sensation, she stuck out her lips and rolled her eyes.

“You’re in trouble. They’re quite swollen.”

The shoot is in a few hours.

The future seemed bleak. Jiwook curled up one corner of his mouth as Seowoo shot him an accusing glare.

“Yeah. Don’t suck someone else’s lips too much.”

“Huh? When did I suck—”

At his blunt remark, her words faltered.

When did I ever do that?

Seowoo looked at him incredulously.

“…”

Then, Jiwook suddenly inserted his index finger between her lips.

“I saw that jerk moving his tongue in there.”

“Mmm!”

His index finger probed every nook and cranny of her mouth. Seowoo grabbed Jiwook’s wrist, trying to turn her head away. But his persistent hand made it difficult to breathe.

“When’s the shoot again?”

Squelch.

Seowoo’s eyes shook like an earthquake, and he narrowed his eyes at the sight.

“Is it today?”

“……”

After a moment, Seowoo sharply turned her head. His finger slipped out of his mouth, leaving a long line of saliva on her chin. Jiwook wiped it away and asked in a low voice, 

“Keep the NGs to a minimum. Don’t get too carried away.”

T/N: “NG” in film production language is an abbreviation for determining a scene shot as “No Good.”

“When did I ever get carried away?”

“But you like it.”

His gaze lingered on her persistently. Yet seeing him jealous like this was oddly satisfying.

“I’ll try my best not to cause any NGs.”

“Your best?”

“I’m the lead actress, after all…”

“…”

Jiwook remained silent, staring at her intently. Seowoo, who was speaking, trailed off, rolling her eyes sluggishly.

“Call me when you’re done.”

“Why?”

As he got up, Seowoo hurriedly covered herself with the blanket.

“To torment you since you worked so hard.”

She knew that statement wasn’t just empty words.

“Ah…”

As he turned away, something seemed to cross his mind, and he approached her again. When Jiwook climbed onto the bed, Seowoo recoiled and moved backward.

Jiwook’s large shadow loomed over her body, and soon enough, she found herself captured by him again. Sensing the tense atmosphere, Seowoo pulled the blanket up to cover her neck.

Rustle.

Jiwook, seeming dissatisfied, grabbed it and pulled it away in one swift motion. 

The traces of bites and suck marks he left earlier adorned her fair skin. After a quick glance, he lowered his lips to the inside of her still-white wrist.

“Ah…!”

Jiwook sucked on her tender skin for a while. Due to her sensitive state, even such a small gesture caused her face to flush.

After leaving a single dark mark, Jiwook kissed over it lightly and whispered.

“Think of me while you look at this. Remember who you’re dating now. Don’t forget.”