Defective Banana - Chapter 54

Ara, with her catlike prettiness, looked absolutely adorable as she glared at the TV with such intensity in her eyes. Seohyuk couldn’t stand it anymore. She was just too cute. Eventually, he reached up, cupped her face, and forcefully turned it toward him before pressing his lips against hers with a smack.

Startled by the sudden kiss, Ara glanced sideways at him, then quickly turned her head away again. That only made Seohyuk laugh louder as he started planting kisses. First on her forehead, then her cheek, her nose, and finally, a few firm pecks on her lips.

“What’s with you? Why do you keep doing that?”

“I don’t know. I’m just… so damn happy being here with you like this.”

“If we stay together any longer, you’ll end up losing both your mind and your body. You should go home tomorrow.”

“Hey— do you even realize how long it’s been since we last saw each other? You’re seriously cruel, you know that? Cold-hearted woman.”

“Not that long. Today makes it two days. Tomorrow will be the third. That means it’s time to go home,” Ara said, wiggling three fingers at him, making sure he got the message: Tomorrow, you’re going home.

But Seohyuk, wearing his disappointment all over his face, pulled her in tighter and launched into his “reasoning” as if trying to persuade her.

“We’ve been apart for a year and a half! Isn’t that way too long? Even if you counted a month as a single day, that means we should spend at least eighteen days together!”

“What kind of math is that? Do you want me to show you the contract you signed again? It’s written right there in clause one.”

“I know, I know. No cohabiting, three days max. My memory’s good, thank you. But still, I didn’t sleep a wink for two days just to come see you. Shouldn’t there be exceptions for special reunions like this?”

Ara let out a short sigh, as if finally giving in a little to his sincerity. Then, with a teasing smile tugging at her lips, she started to signal back.

“You really don’t listen, do you? Saying you want to spend eighteen days together— that’s literally cohabiting for eighteen days.”

She pronounced it sharply, then rolled up her sleeves with a grin. Seohyuk caught on right away and narrowed his eyes, smiling faintly.

“Why, are you going to punish me?”

“Should I?”

He pulled his shirt off in one motion, eyes dazed but gleaming.

“Where should I take it? The face, the chest, or… there?”

“Hmm, I was thinking maybe I’d punish you a little differently today.”

“Huh?”

Ara gave a sly smile.

“Bondage.”

At that word, Seohyuk’s dark eyes trembled for a second, his chest rising and falling in anticipation.

“Seriously? Bondage?”

He asked, though he was already halfway sliding down from the couch. His body and mind are both running several steps ahead.

Suppressing her laughter, Ara put on a straight face, undid the scrunchie holding up her hair, and gestured toward him.

“Hand.”

Seohyuk gazed at her with eyes hazy and dazed, a soft ache flickering in them as he slowly held out both hands.

Ara crossed the scrunchie around his wrists in a figure-eight and tied it loosely. It was far too flimsy to be called a real restraint, but Seohyuk was already so swept up in the rush of anticipation that he could barely see straight.

“Come with me.”

Gripping his bound hands, Ara led him into the bedroom. Despite his large frame, he followed obediently, like he was being pulled along by her.

The moment they reached the bed, Ara gave a sudden push to his broad chest, and Seohyuk toppled backward, landing with a soft thud like a tossed pillow.

His chest rose and fell sharply, swelling like that of a wild, caged wolf straining to break free. The sharp gleam in his eyes was nothing gentle — it was primal.

Ara climbed up and straddled his lower abdomen.

After all the “research” she’d done watching videos and the satisfaction she’d felt from what he’d done to her yesterday, she wanted to return the favor tonight — to make him feel it.

“You got hit in the face yesterday, so I won’t do that today. I’ll just tease you a little. That okay?”

“Whatever you want, Ara. I’ll take anything from you.”

“Good.”

Ara placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in, pressing her lips to the taut muscles of his neck. She trailed slow kisses downward, tasting his skin one by one until she reached his chest, then caught his n1pple between her lips and tongue, teasing lightly.

Seohyuk groaned, his body jerking beneath her as if he could no longer hold it in.

“Ah—hah…”

Ara stripped off his sweatpants and underwear all the way, tossing them down under the bed. Then she climbed onto Seohyuk’s bare thighs, now that he was completely naked, and took his still-soft length in both hands, gently kneading and stroking it.

“I like seeing you all restless like that. So go on, let me hear you. I’ll make you feel good.”

With a look of bold confidence, Ara spoke as if she were determined to fully satisfy him.

Even after playing with it for quite a while, his p3nis still hadn’t hardened, so Ara opened her mouth wide, bit down softly, then sucked on it with wet, slurping sounds—before suddenly baring her teeth and biting down hard.

At the same time, a deep, rough moan escaped him as his hips jerked. The thing below him tensed up, then suddenly sprang to life—swelling and hardening in an instant.

Ara wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, then lifted her head and began taking off her clothes one by one. Once she was completely naked, she climbed on top of Seohyuk, grabbed his thickened p3nis, and tried to align it with her body.

But trying to take the lead herself in the real thing wasn’t easy. Ara lowered her head, looked down at where they were joined, and kept trying to guide him in, repeating her attempts to insert him.

She managed to find the spot, but couldn’t quite get it in properly, awkwardly moving her hips up and down as she focused on it.

Seohyuk’s face flushed deep red from the overwhelming arousal. Even as he watched her struggle, his eyes stayed fixed on the soft, pale br3asts bouncing before him and the rosy tips that quivered with every movement. He bit down hard on his lower lip, unable to look away.

A mix of emotions surged through him—curiosity about what she’d do next, and the raw urge to just grab her and take control himself. He slowly stretched out his bound hands and cupped her br3asts as if holding a delicate flower, his palms filled with their soft weight.
As he gathered them together and kneaded them, the tender, silky texture against his hands sent a pleasant, ticklish sensation through him. His heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst, the sound echoing in his ears.

Meanwhile, Ara was still struggling, gripping his thick, rod-like p3nis and trying to line it up with the right spot between her folds. She pressed the tip against the slick gap, rubbing it up and down, persistently searching for the entrance. Each time the sensitive head brushed her flesh, her body twitched, and a shiver of pleasure ran through her.

The sight of her like that made Seohyuk’s chest tighten with a mix of thrill and anticipation. He kept kneading her br3asts, but his eyes stayed fixed on the place where their bodies met. When Ara finally managed to slip the head of him between her folds, Seohyuk couldn’t hold back any longer—he thrust his hips upward hard, driving himself into her.

“Haa—uhh…!”

In that instant, Ara’s heart raced wildly in shock, pounding against her chest. The thick, heavy length filled her completely, stretching her so tight she couldn’t move—her legs trembled uncontrollably as she froze in place.

Still, Seohyuk kept thrusting up into her, his hands full around her br3asts as his hips slammed upward again and again. The sharp, electric pleasure surged through her so intensely that Ara grabbed his forearms, trembling as if in surrender, a desperate moan spilling from her lips.

Barely holding herself upright, Ara felt a sharp thrill climb up her spine. Clinging to the last shred of awareness, she fought to keep her closing eyes open, struggling not to lose herself completely.

But as his thick p3nis thrusts drove deeper and deeper, her mind began to blur, her thoughts shaking loose with every pounding movement. At the same time, a spot inside her kept getting hit over and over, sending waves of pleasure that made her hips move on their own, rising to meet him.

That same feeling from yesterday began to build again. A deep, overwhelming orgasm. Every muscle in her body tightened and released, tightening again as the waves rolled through her.

Her body trembled as he felt his p3nis inside her, every sensation achingly vivid. A pitiful moan, like the cry of a cat, escaped from her lips as her whole body trembled.

Then, her weakened upper body collapsed against Seohyuk’s chest, and catching her breath with difficulty, Ara spoke.

“I… I feel it too quickly. Is something wrong with me? Or is it just because it feels too good?”

Seohyuk, who had been watching everything with a flushed face, sat up and, with his bound hands, pulled Ara into his arms. Then he turned his body, laying her down beneath him.

Overheated with arousal, his adrenaline surged out of control. With his bound hands gripping Ara’s hips, Seohyuk began to thrust her hips, sharp and steady.

He could see his thick, heavy p3nis sliding tightly in and out between her flushed folds. The fact that he was still bound only made it more thrilling and intense. Without bothering to free his hands, Seohyuk moved more fiercely, his pace quickening with every thrust.

Lying beneath him, he thrust into her over and over without restraint, sucking on her sweet br3asts, and Seohyuk kept going late into the night, pressing down on her endlessly as if he were trying to bury himself deep inside her.

***

Holding the exhausted, sleeping Ara in his arms, Seohyuk spent the night kissing and caressing her, unwilling to get up even as morning came.

“Seohyuk, wake up. You need to go home now.”

“Mmm… Why are you always trying to send me away…?”

Even after staying at Ara’s place for three days, Seohyuk stubbornly insisted that it didn’t count as living together.

“Can’t we just stay together a little longer? Not more, not less—just one more day.”

“I’m meeting unnie today. So get up, have breakfast, and start packing.”

“Ah… why does it feel like I’m losing to Mrs. Kim again? That really hurts my pride.”

Tilting his head with a crooked smile, Seohyuk ran a hand through his hair and stared at Ara intently before saying, almost like a command.

“Then you pack your things too—and this time, come stay at my place.”