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He is jealous.
He didn't accept it right away, but just as she goaded him, Han Daon let it out that he's jealous.
And oh, if he isn't so cute.
Because he knows she's a demon, a ruthless one, he has seen her in action with his own eyes, he has seen her killing another demon, yet he is half worried for her.
And half jealous.
Justitia lets out a laugh at his adorable face trying to hide the sour expressions of jealousy.
She puts both of her hands under her chin, leaning forward on the table they're both sitting. All while smiling, and he doesn't say a word for some minutes.
"Just wait a bit longer, you trust me right?" She asks, deciding to not increase his misery. The man is already having tough days. And she hopes he will atleast feel good with her.
Justitia doesn't know the exact moment his tears and sadness began to matter for her, but she knows the exact moment she vowed to herself that she will do everything within her power to make him happy.
Though she's doing it for love, but being a demon she does it for selfish reasons as well. Because seeing him sad dims a part of her heart.
"I do." He replies instantly, with a devoted look in his eyes. He is doing it a lot these days, staring at her with a warmth as if she is his ray of sunshine on a cold day. That look never fails to touch Justitia, who has been looked at with fear her entire life.
She just hopes, she knows, she will live to it.
"I just don't feel good." He adds further, slightly looking away. His posture has a hint of hesitation, and she isn't liking it. She needs to change it tonight, she thinks!
Racking her brain, she thinks of something that will lighten their mood, the environment. Probably some ice cream dates would do good, as she saw a lot in those dramas.
That atleast sounds good in her mind.
"Then I should cheer you up." Justitia suggests, raising a brow.
And unpredictably, it elicit a wide eyed reaction from him. It was very subtle, and a faint blush creeps his neck, which was very visible. Han Daon immediately covers up his slipped thoughts with a sheepish look. Had she blinked, she would've totally missed it.
But she is Justitia, and nothing slips her eyes. The invisible and unanticipated agitation in the air brings out a smirk on her face. The trajectory of her plans changes in an instant, and she has never been excited to act on it.
Being an impulsive demon she is!
Han Daon just mumbles a low what and grabs his glass of cola. The detective definitely missed the storm of idea that just invaded her mind. This is not how Justitia planned for her night to go, but if Han Daon will have interest as much as his eyes just told, then there's no better way for it to end.
Biting her inner cheeks, she stands up and comes to stand infront of him. Leaving the glass without taking a sip, he looks upto her, blinking. His eyebrows are furrowed and she itches to run her fingers along it.
Han Daon gulps visibly. Justitia's smile just widens. The man is so nervous in her company sometimes, it crosses all the limits cuteness.
She bends to his level, and stares in his deep black orbs. He reciprocates it, with same intensity. Their faces are some inches apart, and Han Daon eyes her lips, once, then again.
Though it's all the confirmation Justitia needs, she moves her face forward until their lips are just grazing, their breathe is mingling. She could feel the heat of restraint coming out of him in deep hot pants.
He is always so controlled, so disciplined, so composed in front of her, as opposite of her. It makes her want to break his delicacy to the point he is spiralling in total madness with her. Like her.
It would be a real treat to get his feral side, which she witnessed under the unfortunate occasion, to her and her alone. She knows that even if he rarely exhibits that hidden part of him, his oddity matches her. Their insanity goes side by side.
She also knows it won't be long before he will be mingled with her in every sense.
But before that, Justitia decides to put both of them out of their misery by pressing on his lips. She lowers herself on his lap carefully, putting her palm on his shoulder and breaks the short peck.
She can feel the outline of his warm skin under her palm.
His diluted black eyes looks at her with a pained expressions. And she almost, almost kiss him again to take away that trouble.
But she doesn't, because this time she is waiting, wanting for him to do the same. To make that move.
Han Daon doesn't move his hands or his posture. Just sit there with her on him, as if he would stutter any word he would speak. One might think he is nervous, but Justitia knows him. She is reading him everyday from day one like a religious chant knowingly or unknowingly. And thanks to her constancy, she knows he is shocked.
Because this cute and sexy detective in her arms haven't been kissed before. Nor touched. His neck and face is covered in a pretty hue of red, which makes her want to taste that tinge off of him like a starved being.
Oh!
This is going to be fun, she thinks. Good, absolutely good. A moment to remember. A night to stay in her memory like a stubborn imprint.
And if it isn't her pleasure to be a part of this profanity.
She smirks at the sinful thought.
"Should I get up?" She whispers in a voice she knows would make him go weak in his knees.
His gulping and proceeding to clench the jaw tight is a wonderful testament of it.
"No.". Comes his reply immediately.
And she just nods, biting her lower lips.
She wraps her other hand around his neck.
Her warm palm against his bare neck seems to do the trick, and next moment Han Daon's lips are on hers, deliciously kissing her out like it's his need.
And the first press of their mouth was a timid example infront of the kiss they're sharing. His hungry mouth is devouring her turn by turn. She adjusts her hold on his throat and kiss him deeper. Deeper than the madness that runs in her, that ruins her. Deeper than the whole of her being. Deeper than anything she ever knew.
She kiss him like her life depends on it, he reciprocates like his life fuels by it. Without breathing properly, they both give and take of each other like contingence is all they know.
His hand running in her whole back sends her trembling down to a dizziness which almost makes her forget what she's about to do. Almost!
Caressing the front of his chest with her fingers, she revels in the satisfying moan that rumbles in him. If this is any preview to how Han Daon loses himself in Justitia's touch, then she's ready to spend her whole life in the liberty of pleasing him.
Toying with the hem of his grey shirt, she sneaks a hand inside on his bare skin. His breath hitches, and a visible shiver runs down his whole body. His working mouth against her lips falls weak and Han Daon's head smoothly slides against the crook of her neck. He practically bury his face in there, as if to hide from the world.
And she would gladly hide him in the safe of her arms from this cruel, cruel world.
Caressing the smooth skin of his waist makes him melt against her. He releases a sigh on her neck, and she hums, while her fingers play on his nape. She is liking this part of their intimacy, this closeness, the way their limbs are totally tangled together. She's sitting on his lap, yet they intertwines into each other perfectly.
She hates to break the moment, but she can't hold her, their, growing desires as well. Can't hold herself back with the thick tension simmering around them.
So she lowers her already roaming hand to his belt. Her other hand pulls back his head. His lips immediately comes back on hers, and the clinking sound of buckle echoes in the silence of Han Daon's apartment.
His hand stops Justitia's before she could take it out, his lips part away from hers but not too much, not too away. A realisation and dawn of some utterly indecent image plays in his eyes, which only he knows. Which he will probably never admit to picture.
"You don't have to-
"Shh.. be quite." They exchange murmurs in between their lips. And he falls quite as she ordered, because the smitten man he is, he would follow anything she will want before blinking his eyes.
And this devotion of his sits so heavy in Justitia's heart, that it makes her want to give whole of herself to him. Because doing anything other than that is nothing he deserves.
Because of that, she follows what she has been itching to do to make him happy, to make him feel worthy of, to show him the matched reverence she shares.
Finally, finally, getting rid of the belt she unbuttons his jeans in the space between them, while staring deep in his eyes. His breath turns deep and short, his cheek and neck are tinted with a pretty shade of pink, his hair dishevel and his lips swollen.
His is every bit the image of temptation that she would commit without batting an eye. Justitia knows sin like her backhand, knows desire very well, knows a seductive man like it's memory would be on her tongue, but none of it matches even an inch with the alluring man she has privilege to sit on.
Maintaining the eye contact, she gets up and for a moment the distance seems too much to bear. Wanting to erase that, she slides on her knees infront of him, immediately undoing the zipper of his pants.
He releases a long and tortured sigh, and she is very much thrilled to witness the strained effect against the tight pants of their little smooching. She is further thrilled to know it's nothing than what's coming further.
Though the devotion for him runs wild in herself, the essence of her evil being runs equally. Though she wants him to feel good and have a best time, she equally wants to torn him apart and put him back again, just to repeat it. She wants to leave him in heaving mess, all by her undoing.
And so she begins, to show him the amount of destruction she could bring to him in an instant.
Freeing his length, she palms the shaft. It makes him release loud groan. Looking up in his eyes, his expression is perfect mix of pure agony and heated anticipation. He looks down in her eyes and traces her cheek with his thumb. She further strokes him with her palm, and his eyelids falls heavy. He struggles between close his eyes and watching her doing him.
She then wonder what image she makes in his eyes. Is she like a goddess blessing him with a divine perk, something he's eager to recieve. Or is she looking like a fallen demon longing to please her lover with everything in herself.
She finds she doesn't care, for now, and proceeds to fasten her strokes on him. He loses the battle and closes his eyes, tightly clutching the table right beside him.
"Kang Bitna..." He moans throatily with his eyes closed, and the needy voice immediately bring wetness between her own legs.
"Justitia."
She corrects him with no further explanation. The urge to hear her name from his lips is burning down her skin.
Leaning her head forward, she brings out her tongue and gives one lick to the tip of his cock. The action brings another shiver in his body, and his hand comes to grip her hairs.
She can feel the effort he is summoning to not just push her head where he wants. Leaning down her head more, she opens her mouth and just takes him whole.
Not whole... because he is impressively huge. The feel of his cock in her mouth is deliciously enjoyable. She further moves her head up and down. The salty taste of his precum spread in her mouth, she licks a trail upward and moves her mouth on his cock downward.
She licks the tip, gives the length a suck, applies a new pressure, and does it all over again. She experiments to see what gets the most reaction out of him, what stops his breath, what would be his undoing.
After all, hallowing her cheeks and taking him as far as she could in her throat does the trick. It makes him tremble. Some where in between, his hand fisted around her open hairs.
The tug at her scalp from his wrist provides a good friction for her, and she moans unabashedly against his cock. She has no shame in showing that she is enjoying this as much as him.
She has no regret in accepting that her mouth is holding him totally at her mercy. As much as she is giving him pleasure to make him feel good, she won't ever deny it feels so powerful to have her man in the holds of her palm.
She grazes her teeth and tongue on his cock, and the action just increases his incoherent voices, pleading, praising, moaning loudly.
"Justitia..." Han Daon groans loudly, and for a moment Justitia feels like her heart will explode in her.
It's the first time she's hearing her name from his mouth, and it feels like a sound of heaven in her ears.
She fastens her pace grasping his knee from one hand and keeps her other on the base of his cock. Moving up her eyes, she sees the vein of his neck is popped up, while his head rolls back. His hand tightens the hold in her hair.
It's all a telltale sign.
She feels his release close, her own heart pounding, Justitia works both her one hand and mouth on his cock. She hears his breath's hitch.
"Pull back. I'm -
She hollows ber cheeks around his cock once again before he could complete the sentence.
"Damn..." He mutters a curse under his breath, by the pleasure thrumming in his body, by the evil trick she just pulled.
And the salty taste of his release explodes in her mouth. It's accompanied by a dirty moan, which fuels the fire she's feeling between her legs.
Justitia feels his hand loosening in her hairs, and his posture slackens as compared to the taut body he had nearing his peak.
Giving his cock a lick of two, she releases it with a pop. His hazy eyes comes on her as she cleans the slight smear around her lips, and she can visibly see the thick desire slowly returning his eyes.
She stands up with a smirk and licks her lips, feeling utterly proud at the wreck of a man infront of her. Han Daon also stands up, towering her, the jeans pooled down near his ankle and his nakedness stark and proud in the room.
This man couldn't get any sexier.
"Are you feeling good now?" She teases him, and a calculating smirk lifts his lips up.
She always knew this man had it in him.
"Oh a lot." He replies with an evil look in his eyes, and it excites her.
"But why should I be happy alone? I ought to return your favour Kang Pansa .". His absolute naughty way of addressing her as judge sends another pool of wetness between her legs.
And she damn well knows she would never be able to hear her title without remembering this exact moment.
In the very next moment, he pulls her against him smashing his mouth on her. His hand quickly works on the hook on her back and his bare hips grinding against her, extracting a weak moan from her mouth, giving her back a taste of her own raunchy.
And she absolutely believes his silent promise of being her very first undoing.