I Possessed The Villain In a Hunter Novel And It Fits Me Perfectly

‘He’s insane.’

I tilted my head back, lips breaking apart, marveling at how thoroughly Joo Seowon’s mind had gone out the window.

But even when I pulled away, he kept chasing me down, stubbornly pressing his lips against mine. It wasn’t like he was kissing me passionately either—since I wouldn’t open my mouth, all he managed was to lick at my lips with the tip of his tongue like some mutt. Pathetic.

The hand that had grabbed my collar slid to my shoulder, pushing me back onto the bed. I let myself lean against it, half-reclining, while he bent down with me, pecking at my lips over and over so it made that wet little sound.

Seowon lifted his head for a second, eyes flickering with raw emotion, then practically bit out,

“...Why won’t you open your mouth?”

Bold, aren’t we.

Instead of opening up, I grabbed his waist. His whole body jolted like I’d shocked him.

‘Skittish bastard.’

For a moment, I debated it. Should I just toss him onto the other bed?

He wasn’t usually this impulsive, but if he kept this up I could see him flooring the gas, regretting it later but unable to stop himself in the moment.

“Seo Jehyun.”

He lowered his voice when he said my name. Just the name, nothing else, but the urgency in it was obvious.

I still didn’t answer. Instead, I shifted my hands down onto his hips and pulled him all the way onto my lap.

As his body sank down, he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Y-you crazy—”

He bit off the curse. I snorted, amused, then opened my mouth at last. The very same guy who’d been raising hell for me to open up went dead silent.

I even shut my eyes for him. Only then did his lips meet mine again.

He licked and bit, clumsy and restless, until his lips turned rough from the friction. Still, the saliva softened them quickly enough.

At first he just smacked against my lips without finesse, but then he tilted his head, tongue pushing past without hesitation. It brushed against my tongue, recoiled, then came back bolder—curling around mine, sucking, then twisting deeper to rub against the roof of my mouth.

Every time we broke for breath, our lips smacked wetly back together. Not a master, but not a total amateur either.

I let him pour it on one-sidedly, then flicked the inside of his upper lip with my tongue. He flinched, lips clamping down so that my tongue was caught, bitten softly.

I slid a hand up from his hip to the back of his head, tipped it back, and his mouth opened. His swollen upper lip slipped free, and I sucked on it before pushing in to ravage his mouth.

“Mm—”

Funny how he hadn’t made a sound when it was him kissing me, but the second I sucked on his lip he let one slip out. I brushed my thumb along the line where jaw met neck, and slowly rubbed at the roof of his mouth with my tongue.

“Hh....”

I hadn’t done much, but goosebumps broke out over all the skin my hands touched. I moved my hand further back, kneading the nape of his neck, and his whole body jolted again.

After drowning his mouth in licks, I pulled back just enough to tug on his upper lip, sucking until the soft flesh came along with it.

His grip on my shoulder tightened. When I sucked harder, he let out another broken noise.

“Ugh....”

Lower, rougher this time, the sound trembled across our joined mouths.

I kept tormenting his upper lip, biting and sucking, and his fingers dug harder into my shoulder. Did he hate it?

Didn’t look that way. Swollen as hell, but he didn’t seem eager to pull away.

‘Guess not.’

I’d only meant to tease him, but when he didn’t resist, I lost interest. I let go and looked at his face. His upper lip was ridiculously puffy, jutting out against his otherwise sharp features. It looked weird. And funny.

If he was going to turn bashful like this from just a kiss, he could’ve just asked in the first place. Instead we had this dumb cycle of cursing then kissing, over and over, like a routine.

The urge to flick that swollen lip with my tongue made me lean in again, but Seowon pulled back slightly.

‘Not into it?’

I wasn’t about to force him, so I stopped. He breathed shallowly, voice thick when he finally spoke.

“...The bottom.”

What? I frowned. He hesitated, then stammered,

“Not the top lip... now the bottom.”

“......”

“The bottom... suck it.”

That’s it? After I’d abused his upper lip until it had to hurt like hell, all he could say was to switch targets?

Honestly, compared to his usual attitude, him acting so tame was hilarious. I hadn’t enjoyed it much a moment ago, but listening to him ramble nonsense made it entertaining. I grinned, and his brow twitched.

“...What’s so funny?”

“Ah... it’s just ridiculous.”

“......”

“You curse me out and kiss me... and swear you’ll never do it again. Twice now.”

“......”

His face went red with embarrassment. And yet, his eyes still glazed with leftover pleasure.

I eyed him and tossed out the obvious suspicion.

“Seowon.”

“...What.”

“This your first kiss?”

“It’s not....”

The kissing itself wasn’t first-time clumsy, but everything else sure as hell was sloppy. Not that it mattered.

“I don’t even know how to match your pace.”

“When did you ever... match me?”

“Just now. You climbed on, and I held you steady, kissed you. Didn’t I?”

“......”

And unlike before, when he only pressed lips while pinning me down, this time he was on top, making it all too clear.

‘He’s hard?’

The moment I thought it, his hands grabbed my cheeks and forced my gaze back up.

“Hey!”

“Relax the grip. And next time, pull out a step before you finish in the shower.”

“Why do you... talk like that....”

“You sure you’re not a virgin?”

“I’m not.”

His flushed face got even redder. I finally let go of his waist and leaned back against the bed.

But he still didn’t move aside.

“You’re not getting off? What, want me to jerk you off too?”

“Y-you’re insane....”

Please. If anyone was insane, it was him, still glued to me like this.

He stared, lips twitching. After a long silence, when I was about bored, he spoke again.

“...Would you kiss Do Yehyun too, if he climbed on you?”

“What the hell.”

“I....”

Not even bothering to hide the jealousy. And yeah, I had already locked lips with Do Yehyun. Never had my mouth been public property like this before. Novel experience.

Seowon pressed his lips tight, lowered his gaze, then finally got off me. When our eyes met, I caught the reproach in them.

“Why?” 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

“...Forget it.”

I watched him gather his clothes and head for the bathroom. But just before he reached it, he stopped short, turned back, and strode over to climb onto me again.

“What now—mm.”

His weight settled on my thighs as his lips pressed against mine.

He pecked, smacked, then angled for another deep kiss. When I didn’t open up, he gave up quicker this time.

Dropping his head, he called in a choked voice,

“Hey.”

“Yeah.”

His eyes had been swimming with impulse all along, like he had words caught in his throat.

He’d already confessed he liked me. Already kissed me. What else did ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) he have to say? I waited.

Finally, he said it.

“Wanna sleep with me?”

...That’s what he had?

Seowon tried to twist his lips into a cocky grin, but his trembling hands and wavering eyes gave him away. I grabbed his thighs, intent on shoving him off, when he added,

“I’ll... take it.”

The fuck?

I stared at his hands for a beat, then spoke slowly.

“Seowon.”

“......”

“You’ll take it?”

I slid my hand up from his knees, stroking his thighs, until my palm pressed against the hard bulge beneath his pants.

“What kind of obvious bullshit is that....”

So what, he’d even considered other options? That’d be the real bullshit.

I pressed down harder, and he choked on a moan.

“Ugh....”

“You really not a virgin?”

“I’m not, fuck....”

“Then why are you acting like one. Worked up just from kissing.”

Even saying it felt absurd. He clutched at the headboard and bent down.

“Hey, Seowon.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Want me to say hyung instead?”

“No....”

So neither.

“You’re kissing me and already thinking of going further....”

What, had he used me to get off before? The thought hit me suddenly.

His cock strained hot against his clothes. Just a little pressure and he was shaking, burying his head against my shoulder.

His breath, warm against my neck, got under my skin.

I moved my hand from his thigh to his waist.

Slipped it under his shirt, palm against his taut stomach. His body jerked again, hot skin under my cold hand.

“You don’t even get drunk but keep spouting this shit sober... so now you want to fuck me?”

“......”

“You’re the one who brought it up, why aren’t you saying anything?”

His hot breath on my neck grew ragged. I let it hang for a while, then called him.

“Seowon.”

“...What.”

“You lost your mind?”

“......”

When he said he’d take it, for a second I almost did strip him then and there. Not out of lust—out of sheer disbelief.

Maybe he’d been twisted up about me for longer than I realized. I couldn’t say when it started, or how.

“If you don’t want it... just say so.”

His voice was muffled. After a pause, he added,

“Because being forced into it would feel like shit.”