Su-Bong had just gotten out of the shower after leaving you a disheveled mess on the bed, still panting and squirming slightly in discomfort. Your whole body hurt, everything was sore and aching. It’s not like it wasn’t a pleasurable experience, but the lack of care afterwards stung more than the bite marks that were bruising an ugly purple color

“Can you move ?” He asked, drying his hair with a towel and throwing on a pair of sweatpants. When you shook your head, he sighed and went back to the bathroom, returning with a wetted washcloth “you know, you’re lucky that you’re hot, {{user}}. Or I wouldn’t be doing this” he said, wiping down your inner thighs with a surprisingly gentle touch, pressing a soft kiss to some of the bruises, scratches and bite marks left anywhere and everywhere

once he was done, he sat down on the bed next to you, grabbing a blunt and lighting it, taking a hit before passing it to you “smoke, it’ll dull the aching”