Year of the Dragon

‘Ssibal’ meant ‘fuck’. Army wasn’t sure about that, he spoke about much Korean as he spoke Swahili, but he would’ve bet some money on it. That particular word sounded about the same in every language, and he’d heard it screamed - and screamed it himself - in sex enough to know.

He had a laugh at it - half of one, anyway. That was about all he could get out before his body took over and decided his lungs had better things to do. Things like grunting, moaning, and sharing a few invectives from his own language. ”...meirda! Fuck.”

He gasped out that last word more than he said it. In his fervor, he’d almost forgotten how amazing Imugi felt, how well they fit together, but it was all coming back to him in hurry as her legs wrapped around his waist and clamped down. There was pain there, his bones weren’t too crazy about the pressure she could bring, but Army loved it. It was just one more reminder on how dangerous Imugi could be, how much of a fighter she was. As small as she was, as cute as she was, she could still utterly wreck him, and that just made him want her all the more.

He gave her a few good, quick, strong thrusts, before taking it back to a slower and harder pace. His back muscles flared as he pumped, pressing into her with a long stroke, and he ran his hand along the side of her ass, squeezing tight, digging in, wanting to feel every muscle and press her against him even harder.

”How’s it feel?” His voice was dark and devilish, and he dropped down just enough to whisper it into her ear. ”Too rough for you?”

It wasn’t. He knew it wasn’t. It all came back to the challenge - it drove them hard in the ring, and it would do the same, here.

“Haaaa….haaaa….haaaa….”

If Army had neighbors, they were likely regretting their moving-in present right about now. It was not a silent night as the bed rocked and the headboard occasionally banged against the wall. Each thrust was rougher than the last, plunged deeper into her with a vigor that was unmatched. She gasped and moaned, tightening around his member. That was something she could say, right off the bat, that she loved the most about tonight. Army didn’t stop for anything, made it a challenge, gave it his all as he pounded her pussy and dared her to top it. It’s what drove her, made it close to an addiction.

And boy, did he know it. That stupid smile on his perfect face and the words whispered into ear that made her toes curl and her spine shiver. She let out something between a moan and chuckle. Always asking for more. He really did know how to make her move.

She didn’t answer him, though. Her reply was to instead bring her hands to the sides of his face, pulling him close and into a deep kiss. She kept their lips locked, closing her eyes and tightening around his length, bringing them as close as their body’s allowed. She broke away after a few moments, exhaling her warm breath across his face.

“You talk too much.” She said softly as she brought her hands from his face and grabbed the arm at her shoulder. With a sudden burst of life, she thrust her hips and rolled with his big body to the side, switching positions as they tumbled off the bed.

With the size difference, it was easy to think that things might be awkward in the bedroom - that was a younger, more inexperienced Army would’ve thought, anyway. Now, he knew better, and if he hadn’t before now, Imugi would’ve changed his mind in a few rapid, fevered heartbeats.

She was small, but compact, with a wild power in everything she did, and she made him feel that power as they moved at a heated pace. When she latched on and pulled him in close, her kiss wound up swallowing the gasp he made. His sweat mixed with hers, creating a heady scent that mixed with the other half dozen they were radiating. Their muscles met and pushed and slid against each other, leaving so little space between them that a card couldn’t have slipped through. It was hard to tell where she began and he ended.

The more he got of Imugi, the more he wanted.

He had a deep, raspy chuckle at her comment, made haggard as he tried to suck in some needed air at the same time. ”Then shut me-”

‘Up’ was the last word, and it was interrupted when Imugi answered the incomplete challenge. In one insane second, Army was sent rolling off the bed, and his covers came along for the ride, briefly turning them into the world’s sexiest burrito. She was on top, a position she wasn’t about to easily give up, and he was in no mood to complain. Instead, he moved to help her position stay secure, with one hand digging into her hips and driving her into him, while the other ran its fingers down her spine and felt over every muscle and bone it could find.

She was right. He did talk a bit too much. But that time was gone now - there were only moans and breathless gasp, hisses as he thrust upwards. He pulled her in another kiss, a hot and quick one, before he dragged his lips along her cheeks, all the way to her ears. If he wasn’t talking, he wanted to make sure she heard every hot breath she forced out of him.

Show, don’t tell.


Shut him up.

Imugi would be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t fighting back a small laugh on the inside. Army was talkative, but that stemmed from a lot of things. His confidence, his attitude, his enthusiasm. All things she admired and very much appreciated, especially now, but also things to keep in check. That was their game, and half the reason she did what she did. He didn’t want him under any illusions that he was just naturally going to be the one in the commanding position. She’d already beaten him once tonight. She was strong, and she wanted to remind him of that.

The two of them came tumbling off the bed in a hot and heavy roll. It was a smooth descent, Imugi barley even needing to adjust her position as she straddled Army’s waist. Her hands pressed against his chest, looking down on him with a small smile. She wanted to be on top, and he sure as hell didn’t mind being on the bottom from where those hands were going. Good. That meant he had the best seats in the house for what came next.

Her hands crossed and came down to the ends of her shirt, gripping it tightly. She peeled it back slow, making a show of it as the cloth stuck to her tight skin and perfect abs. She pulled it off and over her head with a sudden yank, letting her generous chest and long, zaffer hair spill free. She whipped her head back and the dark, blue strands out of her eyes, tossing the shirt carelessly to the side and keeping her eyes only on Army. She never stopped moving her hips the whole way, watching his reaction closely behind her sleepy eyes and wry smile.

She choked back a gasp of surprise as he pulled her into a kiss, breathing wistfully a second after he pulled away and brought their heads close together. There was no resisting the shudder that left her body as he breathed into her ear, as their chests pressed together, as their delicious abs ground against each other. She wanted more.

Imugi’s hands came to the back of his head and pulled him closer against her, bucking her hips harder and harder as they writhed about on the floor. The smacks of sweaty flesh echoed across the room. Hot breaths wafted out from her mouth over his ear. “Louder.” She whispered. “Moan louder.”

For a instant, a sliver of a second as the two of them tumbled about on the floor, Army was worried about the noise factor. This was an apartment, after all, and a packed one at that. Nobody would come knocking on their door - not that he’d hear them if they did - but they might complain to the landlord who’d complain to Carmen who’d nag his ear off. The sort of annoying crap he’d rather avoid. This was a quiet side of the city, there were kids and old ladies with way too much time on their hands nearby. Yeah, he probably should’ve turned it down a notch.

But, unfortunately for his neighbors, Imugi took off her shirt in the next moment, unwrapping herself like birthday present, and the sight alone set his heart racing. It was the weirdest thing, because it wasn’t like this was the first he’d seen it, smelled it, touched it, tasted it. But from this angle, straddling his waist and looking down on him, Imugi was a Korean goddess. Ten feet tall, towering, handling him with ease. It was like it did matter that he was nearly twice her size. She couldn’t have weighed much more than 100 pounds, but she might as well have weighed 100 tons. Army was not moving.

Fuck the neighbors. They’d just have to deal with it.

Their hips met again and again and again, filling the room with the sound of slapping flesh, of muscles meeting with muscles, her chiseled abs putting his own impressive set to shame. There was so much to enjoy here, what with the grinding, the hair whipping at his face, their chests pressing against each other, vying for supremacy. But what he liked most were the words. Army could get a little corny when it came to the mid-sex banter, but she had just the right balance. Keeping it short and sweet, tickling his ears, her commands drilling into his skull.

She wanted louder and Army got louder, though that would’ve happened, anyway. They were picking up the pace now, working in tandem. She pressed down, driving hard against his hips, and he responded in kind with a punching thrust, bucking against and keeping up the rhythm. His moans grew louder with every other crash, turning into growls and breathless grunts, letting the animal inside do the talking for once. It did more than that, too, as Army took her ear between his lips and ran his teeth over it, before sliding his tongue along the contours.

But Army never closed his eyes. Not even once, not for anything more than a blink. He took in her body, drank the sight of his fingers running over the muscles of her bare back. He didn’t want to miss a thing. Not a single movement.

God, she loved the way Army looked at her.

It wasn’t even something she’d realized or really even cared for until a moment ago. She was just fine with playing around with him, teasing him with little peeks here and there of what she knew would drive him crazy. A lot of work had gone into this body and making heads turn was just one of many talents that came with her old job. She knew how to make it work for her, how to play the cards just right.

But when Imugi took off her shirt and flung off to the side without a care in her mind, the look in Army’s eyes suggested something completely different. With how much he’d been digging her a few minutes ago, just lazing around not doing much of anything, she didn’t have to guess how into her he was. But this. This was nothing like that. He was transfixed, spellbound, looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. It was only for a flash. A moment. But she didn’t care. It was enough to bring a smile to her lips and a rare color to her cheeks. Imugi would be remembering it for weeks, months, hell, maybe even year. Even if this all crashed and burned by then and just became another one of the many shitty memories in her life.

She’d remember this.

It only helped to fuel her vigor as she came down harder and Army heeded her demands, panting and moaning that sweet submission in her ear. She wasn’t much of a control freak, but knowing the lure she had on him just seemed to make things all the more exhilarating. Her lips trailed to the crook of his neck, rewarding him with a couple light kisses.

The bite against her ear was what got her though. The warmth rippled down the back of her neck, sending a shiver along her spine as she gave him a breathless gasp of her own in return. Her toned body slackened over his, her zaffer hair spilling over his body like an ocean beating against the shore. Her cheek brushed against his as she wrapped one arm around his neck and brought her hand to the back of his head, pulling them tighter as she melted over him. “Yes…god, yes…”

She had him. Army was in that special place, that weird spot of the universe where he couldn’t think of anything but the crazy woman on top of him. Everything else just faded away - none of the sirens in the distance, nothing from that annoying air conditioner that was always just a little too loud. Just her. And her breathing. And her hair around his face. And her heartbeat, drumming against his chest.

Imugi. Dragon. It fit.

She wrapped her arm around his neck and he did the same against with her back, gripping her tight just below the shoulder, hard enough to leave an imprint of his nails on her tight skin. He met her every thrust and gave back just as hard, ramping up as he felt the climax coming on. He tried to finish last most of the time, macho pride running through him, but the thought didn’t even enter his mind this time. Imugi was dragging him too hard towards it, there was no holding back. Not with her.

His muscle strained and his back arched as he let everything go, emptying into Imugi’s waiting folds. The noise he made was something between a roar and a sigh, a long and heavy exhale. Even as he spent himself and came down from the high, he kept working away. Growing weaker by the second, yes, but still working. A slow descent down the hill, instead of a sudden jump off the cliff.

”Fuck…” He chuckled in between gasp. ”Two...two to one. You’re mine, next time.”

Anyone in Tension could say whatever they wanted about Armando. Throw their jabs, make their quips, give him shit from now till the end of their career. But if there was one thing Imugi knew they could never take away from him, it was that the man had power, and he knew how to use every tantalizing inch of it.

She felt him begin to pulse inside of her, straining himself as she tightened around his length. Army’s climax appeared more reserved, taking a slow descent from the heights he’d reached. Imugi’s was anything but. Her back arched as she sat up on top of him, throwing her head to the ceiling as she let out a low, long, guttural moan. The tone was profound, enough to rattle the window panes against the vibrations. She threw her head back as he shot inside of her, hearing him finish with a groan that sent a chill up her spine, and she wasn’t far behind. Her groan climbed to a fully powered scream, her body erupting into a fit of convulsions as torrents of ecstasy tore through her.

And just like that, it was over. The blue-haired Korean flopped down against Army, resting her head against his chest in a panting mass of sweaty flesh. As the last bits of pleasure tapered away, time seemed to slow to a crawl. Bits and pieces of the world started return to them as they came back down together. She could hear the soft whizz of the cars drifting past, the creaks in floor as the room settled around them, and the powerful beat of their hearts slowing to a crawl. It was like a metronome against her ears, slowly compelling her eyes to shut little by little. The most Imugi could do was offer one blink in defiance before she let the tiredness and fatigue slowly whisk her way into a dreamless sleep.

That was, until Army said something. Her eyes fluttered back open and she turned her head to look up at him with her blue brow raised. It took all of one second for her to realize what he meant. That was when she buried her cheek back against his chest and did what came natural.

She laughed. A weak, but real laugh. One that set a little shockwave between their warm bodies. “Yeah. Next time…” She pushed herself up, cupping his cheeks in her soft hands as she brought their faces close together and touched her lips to his in a soft kiss. There was no biting, no force. Just tenderness. It was little more than a soft, warming embrace. Every bit as genuine as the word that followed them after she pulled away, sparing a moment, just a couple seconds to look into Army’s eyes as her free, zaffer hair spilled over them and the wind whispered beside his window.

“Bada.”