Defective Banana - Chapter 31

As she stepped closer, the bulky silhouette came into focus—it was Kang Seohyuk.

“What the hell…”

He was curled up in the blanket, eyes shut tight, completely passed out in a deep sleep.

Ara was so baffled by the sight that all she could do was let out a breathy, disbelieving laugh. Then, unable to resist, she gently tugged at the blanket to peek underneath.

His wide back was perfectly sculpted with lean muscle, and his firm ass was completely exposed. The way he looked—sexy and kind of adorable all at once—made her lips twitch with a suppressed smile.

Ara climbed up onto the bed and lay down behind him, wrapping her arms around Seohyuk’s waist and pressing herself against his broad back.

His scent—clean and warm—hit her nose, mixing with the cozy heat of his body.

As she nestled close to him, chest to back, Seohyuk stirred from his sleep, shifting slightly.

“Mmm… Ah, Ara!”

He opened his eyes and glanced behind him, only for Ara to hug him tighter and whisper softly,

“I don’t remember ever giving you permission to sleep here like this.”

“I just meant to lie down for a second… must’ve dozed off,” he mumbled, his voice low and raspy.

Ara smacked his bare ass with the flat of her palm—hard—and then pulled him in by the waist again, scolding him.

“You wanna get in trouble?”

Seohyuk flinched at the smack, sucking in a sharp breath before replying a beat later.

“Well… I did something worth getting in trouble for. Shouldn’t I be punished?”

He turned to face her, his eyes burning as they locked with hers, and then leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss. Gently at first, as if savoring her, then deeper—hungrier—as he slipped his tongue past her lips, seeking more.

The thought of diving back into their usual busy routine starting tomorrow hit her all of a sudden. Even with him right here, she already missed him. She wanted more—more time, more of him. The yearning welled up in her chest, warm and aching.

“Haah… Ara …”

Heat pulsed between them, thick and overwhelming. The deeper he pushed into her mouth, the more electric the thrill that sparked through her body.

Their kisses grew rougher, more desperate. Seohyuk pressed his body tightly against Ara’s, slipping his hand under her thin T-shirt. His palm found her soft br3ast and squeezed, kneading it firmly, greedily.

Still dazed from sleep, the sensation of her against him blurred the line between dream and reality. That surreal haze only fed the fire building inside him, wrapping his entire body in a feverish heat. The heady mix of confusion and desire made his arousal surge even more, and he clung to it—clung to her.

Seohyuk pulled Ara’s shirt up and took one of her perky br3asts fully into his mouth.

“Hnn… ah…”

Her soft moan filled the room, and he suckled deeply, savoring every second, completely lost in her taste. Just as he moved to the other br3ast, his mouth suddenly stopped, and he cursed out loud.

“Ah, fvck. I forgot the condom.”

His face twisted in panic like it was the end of the world. Ara cupped his cheeks with both hands, gave him two quick slaps to snap him out of it, and locked eyes with him.

“It’s a safe day,” she said firmly. “But you have to pull out. Got it?”

Still a little dazed, Seohyuk nodded and slowly tugged down her shorts.

“I’ll… try to pace myself and be careful.”

Truth was, back in Ganghwa-do, when she’d fallen asleep from exhaustion, he’d once secretly jerked off while sucking her br3asts. So yeah—he had some experience. He was feeling pretty confident about pulling out in time.

He slid her underwear down next, then guided the tip of his c0ck to her warm, bare folds, slowly starting to push in.

“Hnnngh—!”

Unlike when he used a condom, the feeling of bare skin against hers was insanely soft and warm—it drove his arousal through the roof.

How the hell… how can it feel this fucking good?

Every time he slowly pushed deeper into her soft, wet heat, the sensation was so intense it sent shivers down his spine—so sharp, so electric, it actually brought tears to his eyes.

It had felt amazing before too, but this—this bare, unfiltered closeness—was something else entirely. Feeling every inch of her from the inside made his bl00d boil with heat. She was warm, soft, tight, and impossibly good. It was so overwhelming, he felt like he could come at any second.

“Haah… Ara, it feels so fucking good…”

Without meaning to, his hips started moving faster, pounding into her with desperate, uncontrollable rhythm.

The pleasure spread through his entire body like a shockwave—and Ara, trembling with disbelief at how good it felt, threw her head back, her lashes fluttering as her eyes welled up.

“Me too… haah, I love it too,” she gasped.

So this… this is what real s3x is supposed to feel like?

They’d done it twice before on Ganghwa-do, but this—this was something entirely different. It was dizzying. Addictive. Mind-numbing in the best possible way.

His thick, firm length pushed deeper, filling her completely with a delicious warmth, and every thrust sent a sharp jolt of pleasure crashing through her. It was shocking—how intense the sensation was, how alive every nerve ending felt, like they’d all woken up just to explode one after the other.

Skin to skin, warmth against warmth—they shared a raw, overwhelming ecstasy that made the whole world blur.

“Haah… Ara…”

Seohyuk dipped his head and pressed his lips to the curve of her exposed, pale neck.

Buried in the sweet scent of her skin, he sucked hard, leaving his mark.

He could feel the thrum of her pulse pulsing against his tongue—it was intoxicating.

Grabbing her ass with both hands, he pulled her closer and slammed his hips into hers even harder, chasing that dizzying high.

The sound of her breathy moans right by his ear only stoked the fire inside him, making his whole body burn hotter.

“Ah—ngh…”

His body, completely drunk on the high, was insatiable—demanding more, harder, deeper.

The raw sensation of bare skin, no condom between them, felt so fucking good he couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop.

He came the first time into a tissue. The second time, he spilled thick across her lower belly, painting her skin. But then, unable to hold back, he shoved himself back inside her—deep, slow, and forceful, grinding in until the base.

He was like a man possessed, starving and desperate, rutting into her over and over again. If he could live inside her, he would’ve. That’s how badly he needed her—how addicted he was.

His throat tightened, and he could barely breathe.

When he came for the third time, he pulled Ara into his arms and started rocking his hips again, this time in slower, teasing rolls.

Ara’s head tipped back as she began to protest, her voice breathless and shaky.

“Seohyuk… haah, hey… let’s stop now. I wanna go wash up.”

“Then… how about we shower together?”

“Together?”

“Yeah. I heard couples do that.”

Ara didn’t think much of it and casually agreed as she climbed off the bed.

“Sure. Why not? Let’s shower together.”

Seohyuk followed her into the bathroom, still flushed and breathless, unable to take his eyes off her as she walked ahead.

Her body was beautiful—porcelain skin, long, slender arms and legs, a soft, full chest, a narrow waist, and those perfectly round hips that looked almost too good to be real. Her petite face on that model-like frame made her look like she’d stepped out of a fashion magazine. He couldn’t help but stare in awe.

Stepping into the bathroom, Seohyuk wrapped his arms around her from behind and whispered against her ear,

“Ara… want me to wash you?”

“Huh? You? Wash me?”

“You’ve had a long day. Let me take care of you.”

Ara briefly pictured one of those steamy shower scenes from an adult film and hesitated for a second, wondering if he really meant it innocently. No way he’s gonna try for another round… right? Still, she gave in to his offer.

“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

She stood still, letting the water run, waiting for his touch. Seohyuk grabbed a shower puff lathered with soap and started gently rubbing her shoulders, then worked his way down both arms, slow and careful. His hands gradually moved toward her chest.

He spent a long moment rubbing slow circles over her br3asts, then crouched down to wash her waist and both legs with the soft, foamy lather.

Ara turned around, thinking they were pretty much done, but Seohyuk smoothly began washing her back next—soft strokes across her spine, her lower back, then down to her hips. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he rubbed over the curve of her ass.

It felt like everything was just about wrapped up. Ara, running her soapy hands over her own slippery skin, turned to him and said,

“I’ll take care of the rest.”

“No,” he said firmly. “Let me finish it. You’re tired. Just relax.”

“Huh…?”

Before she could fully process what he meant, Seohyuk reached down with his lathered hand—and slowly, carefully, began to rub between her legs.

Softly. Gently. Intimately.

“Hng…”

At the gentle touch of his fingers, her body reacted instantly, growing sensitive and wet.

A moment later, Seohyuk let out a deep breath, like he’d just completed a delicate task, then turned on the shower and began rinsing the soap off her.

He washed her shoulders, her chest, down her back and waist, taking his time—and then came back to that spot.

As he held the showerhead close and rubbed her with his hand again, Ara let out a soft moan and instinctively pressed her thighs together.

“You’re not letting me clean you properly like this,” he murmured. “Spread them.”

Her already hypersensitive flesh responded instantly, like all the built-up sensation was suddenly flooding out at once, washing over her in a wave of pleasure.

Every brush of his fingers sent little shocks through her, pulling soft moans from her lips. Her thighs, tense and trembling, wouldn’t stop quivering, and her body refused to move the way she wanted it to.

Seohyuk noticed her shaking and, with a firmer grip, began gently stroking her tender folds—up and down, soft and deliberate. Then, without warning, he slid his fingers into the slick heat between them.

“Ahhn!”

Just one of his skilled fingers was enough.

Her nerves were so on edge, so raw and sensitive, that her body clung to that single finger, milking it for every drop of pleasure it could bring.

“Haah… w-we shouldn’t… but… just a little more. Please, touch me a little more…”

“Ara, hold on to me.”

Her legs were trembling too much to stand on their own, so she grabbed onto his arm for support, clinging to him.

The way he touched her—so teasing, so precise—if he kept going just a little longer, she knew she’d fall headfirst into that sweet, overwhelming climax.

“Just a little more…”

That was all it took for Seohyuk to lose the last bit of control. His face flushed with heat, and suddenly he was the one moving frantically, thrusting his fingers in with wet, rhythmic sounds, faster and deeper.

With a shuddering gasp, Ara finally came undone. Gripping his solid arm with both hands, she cried out in a choked moan, her whole body trembling uncontrollably as the climax washed over her.

“Haaah… mmm…”

Watching her melt in his arms, crying out sweetly in release, made Seohyuk’s chest rise and fall like he was the one who just came.

His breath came out hot and heavy, ragged gasps echoing in the steamy bathroom as he stared at her—completely wrecked, yet somehow even more beautiful in that moment.