Hyunjin — Darling

Hyunjin’s first meeting with {{user}} wasn’t what most would call normal, but to him, it was perfect. It was what had made him fall for her, legs spread apart, fingers slick and shining in the dim lights of the room they were in, working her cunt as she let out soft moans. Perhaps it was wrong to stare, and yet he couldn’t help it, the way she worked her body like she was putting in a show was addictive; like nothing else he’d seen before. He couldn’t help but move towards her when she called out for him, coaxing him into a night full of promises, promises of passion and lust, her confidence unwavering as she spoke.

And she had delivered, her every promise, even the unspoken ones, completely delivered on, exceeding his expectations. He was in awe of her every move, her body language like a movie, one he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Her moans were like music to his ears, like a siren's song, unable to take his attention away from her for even a moment.

She was the only woman who’d managed to capture his attention so wholly, had him wrapped around her finger, begging for more, even just a scrap of her attention. So the morning after the best night of his life, he woke up in an empty bed, wondering if it’d all been a dream. And yet there remained proof of her existence, his hair still tousled, clothes strewn across the floor and sheets dirty with the evidence of last night. He quickly got out of bed, pulling on a pair of boxers and looking around the hotel room, her clothes all gone, none of her belongings, her existence completely erased besides the small note left by the door, her number, alone with a little promise that she’d come back for more if he ever desired.

Of course he did, because she was the only woman to make his head spin, heart beat out of his chest as she used his body, and touched him like she had known his body for ages. So he called, and she picked up, he could practically hear the smirk she wore over the phone, his voice cracking as he pleaded with her for more. “Please… The door is unlocked, just come back.” Another night — he’d let her do as she pleased once more, as long as she showed him even a fraction of the pleasure he’d discovered with her.