~Hana~
God, I was having the absolute best time of my life, tangled up in these sheets that smelled like sweat and sex, with Anning's head on my chest and Woo Min's arm slung over both of us. My thighs were still shaking, my pussy throbbing in that good wrecked way, and I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot because I'd finally gotten these two stubborn assholes to fuck each other while I watched and directed the whole damn show. It was perfect. Messy, loud, hateful, hot everything I wanted.
I was already plotting round three in my head, something involving Anning's strap and Woo Min on his knees begging, when I felt it. Or didn't feel it. Whatever.
