AUTHOR’S NOTE | I blame both Mingi and Mark for this. I blame both of them for this IMOT and this WIWY dance challenges. They have no right to look this good and dance this good. Thank you @hobeemin and @lovetaroandtaemin for beta-reading this! I'm so glad you both liked this! And thank you @aaagustd for the sexy banner~ 💚
NCT Main Masterlist | ATEEZ Main Masterlist
The apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the couch as you shifted your weight. You were alone—again. Mingi had been gone for weeks, swallowed up by his busy schedule: recording sessions, dance practices, late-night meetings with producers. You understood, of course. Being an idol wasn’t just a job; it was a lifestyle. But that didn’t make the loneliness any easier to bear.
You sighed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone before tossing it onto the coffee table. Your mind wandered, and soon enough, your hand did too. You slipped it between your thighs, feeling the heat already building there. Frustration simmered beneath your skin, and you decided to do something about it. Reaching into the drawer beside the couch, you pulled out your trusty dildo, the one Mingi had bought for you on a whim after a particularly raunchy night. The memory of his smirk as he handed it to you sent a shiver down your spine.
He’s not here, you thought, your fingers tracing the firm silicone. So this will have to do.
You leaned back, letting your head rest against the cushions as you spread your legs wider. The cool air kissed your exposed skin, but it did little to quell the fire growing inside you. You pressed the tip of the dildo against your entrance, teasing yourself as your breath hitched. Slowly, you pushed it in, your body welcoming the familiar stretch. A soft moan escaped your lips as you began to move it in and out, your hips lifting slightly to meet each thrust.
Your eyes fluttered shut, and you let yourself imagine it was Mingi instead of the toy. You pictured his hands gripping your hips, his mouth trailing hot kisses along your neck. You could almost hear his voice whispering in your ear, low and rough with desire. The fantasy was so vivid, so real, that you didn’t even notice the sound of the front door opening.
"Hey, babe, I’m home!" Mingi's voice rang out, followed by the soft thud of his bag hitting the floor.
Your eyes snapped open, and you froze, the dildo still buried deep inside you. Shit. You hadn’t expected him back so soon. Panic surged through you, but before you could react, another voice joined his—tone a little lighter than Mingi’s, more melodic, and entirely familiar.
"Wow, nice place," the stranger said. "I can see why you like coming home."
Your heart raced as footsteps approached the living room. There was no time to hide or cover yourself. All you could do was stare wide-eyed as Mingi rounded the corner, followed closely by another man that you seem to recognize. Both of them stopped short when they saw you sprawled on the couch, the dildo still protruding from between your thighs.
For a moment, no one spoke. The air seemed to crackle with tension as Mingi's gaze flickered from your face to the toy and back again. His expression was unreadable, but you could see the way his jaw tightened, the way his fingers clenched at his sides. Beside him, Mark—, his new friend from NCT—looked equally stunned, his dark eyes widening as he took in the scene.
You wanted to die. Or disappear. Or both. But then, Mingi surprised you by breaking the silence with a low, throaty laugh.
"Well," he said, stepping closer, "this is… unexpected."
His tone was light, teasing even, but there was an edge to it that made your stomach flutter. He knelt beside the couch, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, but the heat in his gaze was anything but.
"Miss me?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
You swallowed thickly, trying to form a response, but the words caught in your throat. All you could manage was a shaky nod. Mingi smiled, his hand moving down to cup your cheek. Then, in one swift motion, he leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss. You whimpered against his mouth as his tongue slid between your parted lips. Your body arched into him, craving more of his touch, of his taste. You forgot about Mark, forgot about the toy, forgot about everything but Mingi.
"Should I just leave?" Mark said finally, sounding awkward.
"Shit," Mingi muttered, shaking his head, "Forgot you were there."
"Yeah," the other rapper chuckled. "I could see that."
Mingi straightened his back, his gaze shifting from you to his friend. He stared at the other man thoughtfully, the gears in his head clearly turning. Then, to your surprise, he turned back to you, his hand resting lightly on your bare thigh.
"Actually... I have an idea," he said, grinning wickedly. "What do you say, babe? You up for a little... extra attention?"
You blinked, uncertain whether you'd heard him correctly. His suggestion sounded an awful lot like an invitation to a threesome, but that couldn't be right. Your confusion must've been evident, because he laughed softly and brushed his knuckles over your flushed cheeks.
"Only if you and Mark want to," he amended, gesturing toward his friend who still hovered at the edge of the room. "We don't have to, obviously."
Your gaze followed his hand, and you sucked in a sharp breath when you saw the tenting fabric between Mark's legs. Shit. The situation was turning kinkier by the second, and the rush of desire that coursed through you left little doubt about your response.
"You want to share me?" you asked your boyfriend, your voice barely a whisper.
"Would you like that?" he replied. "You always said Mark was your favorite in NCT."
"I'm not opposed to it, but..." you looked at Mark, your cheeks burning, "is that okay with you? Would you... would you want that too?"
The question hung in the air, unanswered. Mark's eyes widened as he realized you were speaking to him now.
"Uh..." he stammered.
"If it makes you feel better," Mingi said, flashing his signature grin, "she sucks cock really, really well."
"Mingi!" you exclaimed, hitting him playfully on the chest.
He caught your arm, pulling you close to steal another kiss, and your objections died away instantly. All thoughts vanished from your mind as his teeth grazed your lower lip. Mingi certainly knew how to distract you, and god, did it work.
Meanwhile, Mark cleared his throat, still trying to process Mingi's proposal. "Are you serious?" he asked, watching the pair of you with obvious fascination. "You'd really be okay with that? Having sex with your girlfriend?"
"Of course," the taller rapper replied, his hand gliding from your thigh to your hip. "If you can make her feel good... why not?"
You flushed even deeper at the shameless admission, but secretly you felt a flutter of excitement. Mingi's eyes met yours again as his fingers continued to stroke your skin.
"So, what do you think, babe?" he prompted. "Want to take a ride on a different model?"
The suggestion sent a jolt through you, and your inner walls clenched involuntarily around the toy.
"Mingi," you moaned.
He laughed, kissing the tip of your nose. "Come on, baby girl," he purred. "Say yes, and we'll give you everything you need."
You were already dripping for him. Hell, maybe for both of them. This was the hottest, most exhilarating offer ever laid before you, and there wasn't a trace of doubt in your heart.
"Yes," you breathed. "Please, Mingi..."
With another wordless moan, you parted your legs as your boyfriend eased the toy from your cunt. It slipped out with an audible pop, and you squirmed at the loss of sensation, craving its return. Mingi chuckled at your eagerness and tossed the dildo onto the floor with a lewd smile. You had only a few seconds to wonder where your boyfriend wanted to start before Mark stood in front you. Your head was still resting on the pillows while his crotch was just in front of your face. You peered at his growing erection with lustful interest.
You looked over, and Mingi was smiling coyly, a smirk plastered on his lips.
"Go ahead, babe," your boyfriend coaxed. "We both know you're a slut for cock. Suck him."
Heat seared through you at his commanding tone. Fuck, you didn't need him telling you. Before you could think twice, you undid the button of Mark's jeans and swiftly tugged his zipper down, exposing the hard length of his member.
Your mouth watered at the sight, and you couldn't help yourself. You needed a taste. Sitting up straighter, you gripped the base and gave his thick cock a testing lick, like you would an ice cream cone.
"Fuck," Mark gasped above you as he tossed back his head.
You felt Mingi's large hands easing your knees further apart from his position at the other end of the couch. Instinctively, you bent your head forward, closing your lips around the tip of Mark's cock. You were aware of your boyfriend moving around, settling between your legs and hooking one over his shoulder. You shivered in anticipation, knowing what was to come.
As if on cue, the warm wetness of Mingi's mouth descended on your pussy. You moaned at the sensations, a rush of heat flooding through you as he swirled his tongue against your throbbing clit. In turn, you swallowed more of Mark's dick, working your tongue over the thick shaft as you struggled to relax your throat.
"God, your mouth feels amazing," the man who wasn’t your boyfriend said above you. His slender fingers stroked your cheek fondly as his gaze dropped to the steady rise and fall of your head.
In response, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard, earning a loud groan from him. Mingi hummed against you, lapping at your swollen cunt. You twitched beneath him and squirmed on the cushions.
You weren't sure which one was driving you crazier—the velvety feel of Mark's cock against the sensitive walls of your throat or the slick drag of your boyfriend's tongue against your equally sensitive folds. Both made you want to scream and writhe, to lose yourself in pleasure. Your fingers dug into Mark's thigh, holding him steady. You took his rigid length deeper, eager to please both men. Mingi slipped a finger inside you, curling and pressing until you moaned around Mark's dick and shifted restlessly.
Your skin was blazing from the inside, and your muscles tensed, longing for release. You whimpered around the idol's cock as you ground down onto your boyfriend's mouth. Mingi responded, applying more pressure to your pulsing clit with each flick of his tongue. Mark tangled a hand in your hair, encouraging you as you worked him with increasing fervor, savoring the sounds he was making. They were doing wonders to rev up the desire already pooled within you.
Your boyfriend added another thick digit into the mix, pushing past the limits of your slippery cunt, and you nearly choked. The sharp sensation jolted up your spine.
"Fuck!" you moaned loudly around Mark's cock, your vision almost spotting. You didn't care, not in the slightest. If anything, your enjoyment of this debauchery was only growing by the second.
"That's right. That's my girl," Mingi crooned. His fingers pumped in and out of your greedy hole, spreading you wider. Your stomach quivered at the intensity of the sensation, and you arched into his touch. Your orgasm was already beginning to build, coiling like a spring deep in your core.
"Just a little more," Mark urged as you picked up the pace again, bobbing your head faster.
"You gonna cum all over her face?" you heard your boyfriend tease in a silken purr from the bottom half of your body.
"Better if she swallowed it all down," the other man retorted. His grip tightened in your hair, and you felt him tug lightly, urging you to look up. When you did, you felt him pause and tense, his dick twitching. His eyes met your heavy ones. "Fuck, you're hot. If I knew Mingi's woman looked this pretty, I might've wanted you for my own."
You whined in response, an enthusiastic sound.
"Like the idea of that, huh? My baby girl being Mark's fuck toy..." Mingi mouthed against your thigh before giving it a teasing bite. "Let him fuck you when I'm on tour. When I'm away for too long, and you just need to get your hole pounded good. Don't worry. He'd make it nice and satisfying for you."
Mark laughed breathlessly as he watched your face closely. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked, sounding a bit ragged, though a smug glimmer of a smile came over him. You realized you'd stopped bobbing your head entirely, hypnotized by Mingi's filth and Mark's pretty face. "Mingi did say that I'm your favorite."
You groaned in assent. He was. Right up next to your own boyfriend, of course.
Mark gave a small grunt and a "Fuck," pushing back deeper, hitting the back of your throat. You moaned appreciatively, trying to focus on the task at hand.
"Yeah... Fuck it, I bet you would," Mark growled before turning to face the man currently eating you out, "Maybe it's not such a terrible idea, Mingi... if it means I can tap her any time you're busy."
Mingi looked up at you, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his dark gaze, "What do you think babe? Mark and I can be friends, and you can get all the cock you want. Any time, anywhere..."
His words ignited something deep within you, the fire spreading to the very tips of your fingers and toes. You wanted nothing more than to see Mingi with a friend sharing you. Letting someone else pound into the tight sheath of your sopping cunt or squeeze into the round mounds of your perky tits while your boyfriend watched. Fuck, you could hardly stand it. A soft mewl escaped your lips around Mark's dick as you pressed yourself harder into your boyfriend's mouth, desperate to reach your peak.
"Yes, honey," he said firmly, clearly catching your mood. "Show Mark here how bad you want him to fuck you. How bad you want him in your pussy and how much you'll beg for him. Use your mouth, beautiful. Let him know he's welcome."
Mark cursed again as you worked him more intensely, sliding your tongue along his length. Mingi had returned to your pussy, fucking into you with his skilled fingers while devouring you like a gourmet dessert. His tongue flicked and prodded expertly, applying just the right amount of pressure at the right angles. Combined with the images swirling through your head, his skilled touches had you moaning wildly as your body tensed and quivered in warning.
"Just... Just a little more," Mark pleaded, his hips jerking forward as you swallowed around him, urging his cock to sink into your throat. You loved the sound and the feeling of him begging for release. His free hand roved over your bare breasts as he stroked your nipples with feather-light circles and pinched hard as they stiffened beneath his fingertips. "Yes. Shit... Fuck."
All at once, Mark was spilling down your throat, his essence spattering the back of it. You took him greedily, swallowing as you kept him firmly pinned with your mouth, never allowing a single drop to slip past your lips. When his hold finally slackened, you released him from your mouth with an audible pop. Mingi also backed off at the same moment. As the idol stepped aside, you couldn't help but admire his flushed face, panting chest, and loose body. You glanced at your boyfriend, wanting to bask in the fruits of their collaboration. He gave you a wink, then moved a stray lock of hair away from your forehead.
"Told you she was amazing," Mingi beamed at his idol friend.
Mark huffed a soft, amazed laugh, still catching his breath, "Sure didn't lie..." Then, his gaze dipped to your dripping sex, and you could practically sense how badly he wanted to be inside you. Maybe even just as badly as Mingi sometimes. "Mind if I..."
"Don't ask me," Mingi smirked. "Ask her."
Both men were looking at you, waiting for an answer. You wanted them both. You wanted Mark buried in you with Mingi whispering sweet filth into your ears, praising you, guiding you. The very thought was enough to have a pulse of heat coursing through you, and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning. You bit your lip and gazed at the idol, eager to have him. "Show me how good you are. Come fill me with your cock and show me how you'll fuck me good, Mark."
"See what I told you?" Mingi drawled with satisfaction. "Fucking eager."
A part of you was worried that he might feel left out, but your boyfriend had never been selfish, not once. In fact, he looked nothing but happy and turned on as he moved back to let Mark get closer to you. The rapper kicked off his jeans the rest of the way before shoving down his boxers, too impatient and excited. You felt a thrill run through you, and your breathing quickened.
It wasn't Mingi, but it was a fucking NCT member about to rail you.
You straddled Mark's lap and leaned forward, reaching between your bodies to grip the base of his dick. Mark exhaled sharply as you sank down, a whimper leaving your own lips when he filled you, the head nudging at the furthest part of your velvety walls. He paused, leaning his head back on the armrest, giving himself a second to get used to how your wet cunt wrapped so tightly around him.
"Move for me, beautiful," Mingi's low whisper encouraged, close to your ear. "Show Mark how well you can take cock."
You whined softly in agreement and rocked yourself forward. Mark's eyes fell shut, his brows furrowing, but his lips parted as a faint gasp tumbled out. He looked so damn beautiful like that, laid beneath you, enjoying himself as you rode him slowly.
"Oh fuck... shit, shit, shit," Mark panted, his hips rolling upward. "Damn, this pussy is unreal..."
"Isn't it?" You heard your boyfriend speak from your left. You blinked open your eyes that had closed without your notice and saw him sitting there next to Mark, gripping his own hard, flushed length. Just the sight of Mingi's dick, so close yet out of reach, was driving you insane with need, despite the cock in you already doing a good job of making you moan. "Make our guest feel welcome, baby, okay? Give him a reason to come back for more."
"Do you want me to come back for more?" Mark whispered up at you as his slender fingers gripped at your soft hips.
Your cunt throbbed at the sound of his voice, rough yet tender as it rang in your ears.
"Do you want him to?" Mingi asked, knowing well enough what the answer would be.
Mark's hands were sliding up to grope your breasts, and he moaned in time with you as he rocked up hard. "Fuck, answer," he groaned out, pleading. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Yes," you hissed as the idol drove deep inside you and one of Mingi's hands reached around you to tease at your swollen clit. "I want it, I want your cock. Please... please come back for more of this pussy."
The rapper growled with satisfaction at your shameless begging. "Good girl," he murmured, drawing a shudder out of you. "As long as you keep being a good girl. Now go ahead... fucking ride me."
His eyes darted sideways and found your boyfriend's dark orbs, and an unreadable, silent agreement passed between the men. You couldn't guess what it was, too focused on riding Mark's cock to its fullest extent, wanting him to spill within you. His grip tightened on your soft curves, urging you forward onto him again, and you picked up the pace eagerly. Your fingers tangled in the NCT rapper's hair, yanking him towards you, and his hands cupped your breasts. His hot mouth latched onto your nipples, flicking and sucking greedily.
This was different from the Mark you knew from watching stage performances, MVs, or interviews. This Mark, the one currently railing you, was a carnal beast in his lust. One whose desire was purely focused on pleasure, whether he was receiving or giving.
"Does his cock fill you good, baby?" Mingi murmured, his hand pumping up and down his own throbbing cock. "You like the way Mark feels inside you? Stretching out your pretty cunt?"
"Yes," you hissed through gritted teeth. "Fuck, yes... it feels so good."
"I can tell, baby. I can see from over here how fucking happy he's making you. Fucking you real good, making you feel special. My baby girl looks so good fucking herself silly like this." He leaned over the armrest to speak directly into your ear, "Make him cum, baby. Cum all over his cock, and I'll give you my dick after. We both will, okay? You can take both of us at the same time. Wouldn't that be fun? Double the cocks?"
Your eyelids slammed shut, the mental picture of both cocks filling you up at the same time taking up your thoughts. With your boyfriend at your ass and Mark in your front hole... Shit, you could hardly stand the idea of such pleasure. It was sure to send you over the edge.
"Y-Yes," you begged. "Please, I want it. Please let me have both cocks."
"Mmm, baby... Don't worry," your boyfriend hummed as his lips trailed up your ear and sucked briefly. He leaned back, but his mouth lingered inches away. You could feel his heavy breaths mingling with yours as he moved to stand behind you, looming there with the tip of his cock against your ass. "You'll have both, promise."
With that, Mingi nudged your asscheeks apart and prodded lightly, demanding entry. You almost choked. Almost screamed. Fuck, your asshole was throbbing and gaping, needing him inside. In an instant, you realized that was probably part of his plan all along—working you and teasing you until he got what he wanted: both holes fucked at once by the two hottest guys on the planet. Not a bad outcome at all.
"You ready to get fucked hard, baby girl?" Your boyfriend murmured, and you nodded wildly, practically drooling with the mere idea. His thumb slipped past the tight ring, the digit diving deep and stroking over the warm muscles, making you shudder. "That's right," Mingi crooned at the needy moan that slipped past your lips. "Let the whole city know how badly you need both dicks."
It's not like you’d never had anal sex with Mingi before, but you’d never had it with anyone else involved, and certainly not in this fashion. Your legs clenched tighter around Mark's lean body, and you clung to his shoulders as Mingi lined up his cock, sinking the head inside slowly. You let out a broken sound, pleasure flooding through you with every inch your boyfriend pressed forward. Mark made an approving noise, pulling you closer, the shift pushing him further within you, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the thickness of their cocks stretched you apart.
"Fuck...!" You groaned out, thighs shaking around Mark. There was an exquisite pressure in your core. Just the tipping point you needed to fall over.
Mingi waited only a short moment once he was balls-deep. "Goddamn baby," he groaned against the shell of your ear, nipping gently, sending a small shiver down your spine, "look how well you're taking us, you feel so fucking tight. Is that good, baby girl? Can you handle all this dick? Does it feel like you imagined it would?"
He pulled out slow, rocking back, the ridges of his cock bumping pleasantly, and he rolled his hips with it. The resulting tremor that rippled across your skin was immediate, a frisson of electricity lighting a fuse deep in your belly.
"Uh, huh," you whimpered, words becoming difficult, as you adjusted to having both of them at once. Mark ground upwards into your tight, dripping cunt, and you heard his soft, surprised gasp, "S-so good."
"Shit..." Mingi let a hand skate lightly across the bottom swell of your ass cheeks as his hips pistoned his dick deep within you. "Feels fucking amazing for me too, gorgeous. Taking us so well, so good..."
The sensations you felt were beyond bliss, both of their dicks slipping in and out of you with delicious friction. You cried out, relishing the feeling of getting fucked from both ends at once, stretched around these gorgeous men. It was unlike anything you'd ever imagined or experienced, and the best part was you'd never forget this moment. Mingi and Mark seemed to work in perfect harmony, one thrusting forward as the other drew back, the pulsing sensations pushing you toward the brink of oblivion. You could no longer speak as each stroke pushed air from your lungs and arousal seared through your veins.
Mark leaned his forehead against yours. Your nose grazed his in the process, and you saw how his lips twisted. His jaw dropped in a guttural, quiet moan that made your cunt throb, and your muscles clenched tighter around the idol. "So... good," he gasped as your cunt squeezed.
"Tell him how much you like this," Mingi purred into your ear as his cock pulled free. A thrill rushed through you at the dirty talk your boyfriend loved to indulge in so often. It always drove you crazy. "Tell Mark how much you like him fucking your cunt raw."
You took a slow breath, letting your lids lift lazily to meet the idol's gaze. You tried to push the word from your lips but all that escaped were needy moans. "F-feels... ah..." you could barely even speak; you were losing your damn mind from the mind-boggling sensation of these cocks.
Mark laughed darkly, and a slight grin tugged at the corner of his lip, a knowing one. It was obvious enough you didn't have to explain it, even with the way your thighs twitched or how you shivered violently as their thick dicks slammed into you again. Mingi groaned from the other end, and you felt his lips pepper your bare shoulders. "Should we let her cum? Hm, Mark?"
"I don't know," Mark said smugly as he pulled out again. His hips lunged forward, and the impact reverberated through you, ripping a keening moan out of your throat. "That's a hard question."
"Please, please let me..." you begged, writhing uncontrollably. "I'll be a good girl. I p-promise."
The men groaned almost in unison, the sound tinged with pleasure and arousal. "Keep talking like that," Mark coaxed you. "I'm this fucking close to bursting already."
"Yeah, don't fucking stop," Mingi groaned his assent. "It's like music to my fucking ears, sweetie."
You nodded helplessly, opening your mouth as you begged shamelessly, not holding back. "I'll take your fucking cocks as many times as you want," you whined. "Over and over, forever."
"Goddamn, she's perfect," you heard Mark grit out through gritted teeth.
The groan your boyfriend let out was all heat. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he ploughed his cock into you, using the strength of his hands to slam you down just as he pushed forward, each thrust almost unbearably overwhelming. "Then cum," he said, his voice almost a growl. "Be a good girl and fucking cum for us."
"Dirty little thing," Mark breathed against your parted mouth, his tongue darting out to tease your own. "Letting me and Mingi have our way with you like this... You're enjoying every minute of this, aren't you, beautiful?"
"Please... please I want to cum..." your body was writhing from the force of them. Mingi's fingertips were digging hard into your ass as he pummeled you with his massive cock while Mark was playing with your nipples. It all drove you insane, and the knot in your stomach was tighter than a fucking ball.
"Go ahead, baby," Mingi rasped in a voice thick with pleasure. You looked over your shoulder and met his fiery gaze as he said, "Cum nice and loud. I wanna hear all your pretty sounds."
Mark dropped one hand from your nipple, and his palm connected with your throbbing clit and began to massage with firm, quick circles. Your lashes fluttered, a quiet sigh escaping as your lids threatened to shut altogether. The pressure built in the base of your abdomen. In seconds, you were cumming.
The wave of ecstasy came in one sudden, powerful pulse after another. You wailed out, loud enough that they surely heard the echo throughout the apartment. Your body writhed and quaked, shuddering with the force of an intense, prolonged orgasm. Your cunt throbbed spasmodically, muscles squeezing tightly around Mark's length.
"God, look how that fucking pussy's squeezing him," Mingi drawled as he rubbed your clit, adding to the intensity of the stimulation. "She's loving this cock..."
Mark cursed sharply, his breathing picking up speed as he worked your clit mercilessly. He continued to pump upwards into your cunt, trying desperately to match his thrusts with Mingi's. "She’s going to squeeze all the cum right out of me, fuck." He groaned.
"Fuck..." you let out a filthy whine, your walls clenching tightly as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed you and had your brain completely blank, your mouth hanging open, trying to keep your breath steady as they were working you apart. "Fuck... I'm still cumming."
"Keep cumming, baby girl," your boyfriend said breathlessly, and you knew it wouldn't take him long to finish, since he loved watching your climax. His cock drove harder and faster than before, "Fuck, I'm about to cum in your fucking tight ass."
Mark shuddered out a groan beneath you, and his brows tensed. "Fuck," the idol hissed, and his pace began to pick up. "Fuck, I'm close too, where can I..." he stammered. "Where should I... god, shit..."
"Cum in me, Mark. Fucking cum in my pussy," you begged between hisses and panting breaths, looking between him and your boyfriend.
"Mmm, listen to my girl..." Mingi mumbled out against the back of your neck and bit lightly, earning another tremble, and his voice picked up and he started going faster, hitting deeper, "You heard her, cum in that fucking cunt."
Mark moaned, loud and long, his cock pulsing before he shot his seed deep, filling your spasming walls. Mingi groaned, grinding himself into you and spurting as well, his thrusts erratic and uneven as he filled your ass with a shudder. Mark's hand slid over the front of your cunt, holding his throbbing dick in place while his digits coated in cum smeared over your tender pussy lips.
"So perfect, sweetheart," Mingi murmured. Mark pulled himself free as your boyfriend slid back, groaning softly as his cock left your heat. His semen slipped from inside and dripped onto the couch beneath you.
"Holy shit," you heard Mark mumble dazedly as you sank weakly into his chest.
"Told you she was the fucking best," Mingi praised you as he moved to sit on the couch and chuckled softly, a grin lighting up his lips. "You're welcome."
"I believe it," Mark breathed, the words leaving him in one rush. He reached around you and patted you softly. "Holy shit," he repeated. "This was just... it's something else. Thank you."
"If you want something more..." your boyfriend started to offer, and the words were clear to Mark, his eyes meeting Mingi's gaze with a smirk.
Mark's answer was a faint grin. "For real, man? I mean, I won't say no... I mean I am working on an album soon... could use some inspiration."
"What do you think, baby?" Mingi smiled at you, one hand gripping your shoulder as the other caressed your side soothingly. "You want Mark to be a regular thing? So he can make albums inspired by you? Take his creativity to the next level?"
You didn't even hesitate to give an eager nod, and Mingi kissed your temple.
"Great," your boyfriend smirked at the idol, "It's settled then. And now, sweetie..." his expression softened, "Let's take this to the bedroom... you, me, and Mark are just getting started."
tw: smut, devotion to the highest degree, he loveeessss you
Dancing around the ball room, Sylus stares at your movement. As you sway along with Sylus, he grips your hip a little harder, remembering just prior to this dance.
Hips thrust against yours. His right hand digging into your skin as his left holds the headboard. Your lips open in loud, unabashed moans, nails clawing down his back in long red streaks. Sylus’ lips groan and moan as he moves his left hand to your hips. Pulling out, he flips you and holds the sheets above your shoulders. He licks his lips as he leans down, biting down on your neck and shoulders, moving his hips towards an imaginative beat. Ass and hips make a loud clapping sound, as the bed squeaks and quivers over the sounds.
With a final idea, Sylus pulls out again. Once the whine leaves you, another follows at Sylus getting up and pulling your legs to the end of the bed. He huffs out a laugh and starts rubbing circles on your clit, while going the same pace. He leans to your ear, your moans blessing him as your sweat marks the sheets. He smirks, before nipping your ear, “Be a good kitten and finally cum.”
As you let out a silent scream, Sylus removes his hand and continues to thrust before groaning and releasing into you. As the two of you pant, Sylus kisses your shoulder.
“Let’s get that bath now kitten. I'm sure you're starving, this party will have the best food.”
“Just,” pant, “for,” pant, me?”
Sylus kisses your lips before licking his, “Just for my darling girl.”
Speaking of her, he stops at the sight of you staring up at him. Smiling with the lips that were just wrapped around his fingers, cock, and nipples. With the same eyes that look up at him with every emotion. With every fiber of your being. Something Sylus will always want. From your rage, to your love and devotion, to your body and soul. He wants it all. And what better to get it, then to give the same. He gave you his heart, why not his everything as well.
If you had commanded him to do something, he would. If you had to die, he'd take your place. If you had to live, well, he'd do it by your side. Regardless of how he felt. Regardless if he wanted to forget you, or God forbid, love another. You were in his senses, in his darkest dreams and beautiful nightmares. You, in every sense of the word, was his world. Universe. Multiverse. Nebula. Sun. Whatever the case may be, he would only be yours no matter what.
Even if you had found others. Even if you left him to rot, he would crawl back. He would cry and damn everyone, but you. You were his salvation. His sanctuary. And he was but your sacrifice. And he'd die a million, no, billions of deaths before letting the universe strip you away from his fingertips.
Legacy or not, he'd want you in every way. No matter what. And while you two danced the night away in this ridiculous party that you two attended for fun. He will always be yours and he will always love you first. Because, after all, love is a fool's game as it is a gentleman's gold.
@acupoftaewithsomesuga, she watched me write rhis :3
tw: religious companions, a bit of smut, then just ig a man yearning?? or just yandere caleb really
His shirt clasped in his mouth, Caleb pants and moans. Hand wrapped around his cock goes up and down quickly. Lilac eyes roll to the back of his head, as he hits the headboard. Left hand grips the headboard tightly, shaking and squeezing. His back arches as he helplessly moans one last time. Cum lands on his hand and stomach. Pants leave his mouth, eyes closed, he slowly starts to sit up again. Chest heaves before he looks over to where you were just sleeping. His temptation. His damnation. His. His. His.
With one last pant, he lays on his stomach over where you laid. Perfume infected his senses, practically ruining his life. Practically making him a puppet on the string, played by your hand. His puppet master. His God. Whatever you were, you were meant to be his. No matter what.
You were never aware how much his blood boiled at the idea of anyone having you. From Rafayel, to Xavier, to Sylus, to even Zayne. None of them were meant to be at your mercy. Your anger. Your happiness. Yours. Yours. Yours.
The idea of you marking him as yours. From the dog tag, the apple you two shared, the memories you can't remember or memories he can't forget. From your skin melding into his. To your smile. All of it was meant to be his as he was meant to be yours. Insanity and love were one of the same. At least, to Caleb it was. And as he would lay his skin and heart to offer to you in a desperate manner, hoping, no, praying, you would give him the satisfaction of loving him and only him. You are his God, as he is but your devotee. You're his wolf as he is your lamb.
To die for others is easy. To live and fight for what is yours, is harder. But Caleb has been doing it all his life. So why should he worry? As yours, he will do what he always did.
Caleb lifts his head from your tempting pillow to kiss the dog tags. The same ones you gave him, and finally rest. One day, he'll crawl back to you, begging for more but for now, he'll gladly wait until Hell is frozen over if it means you'll have him as yours. Forever.
The Lamborghini sped down the highway, passing by other vehicles while Hongjoong laughed like a maniac. Your arms flew up in the wind while your giggles of excitement rang in your lovers ears. He had to beg to borrow the vehicle after his SMB shoot with Odetari, it wasn’t hard but he did have to return it at a certain time. Of course, not without some fun of course. The wild and adventurous side of Hongjoong wanted to do something he’s never done with you before.
Car sex. And not a vehicle that was his.
He wanted to make a mess of the leather seats and push you to your limits, cock growing hard in his pants with each thought that had escalated.
With his jacket on your shoulders and the wind blowing through your hair, you felt like you were on cloud nine. Nothing could be better than spending time with Hongjoong and having so much fun while doing it. And being unaware of his plan.
When he swerved into an abandoned lot, your throat closed in on itself. You were confused but also nervous. Just what was he thinking right now?
Hongjoong’s hand was coming to rest on your thigh, “Hey baby, I’ve got an idea and I wanted to know if you were up for it.” His lips curled into a tight smirk. You knew exactly what he wanted. Right away.
And yet you wanted him to say it, “Okay, spill.”
“I want you to ride me, right here. Right now.” His tongue swiped over his lips mischievously.
With a sigh you were already climbing on top of his lap, the seat being pushed back, “That’s it, good girl, want to feel your cunt around my cock so bad.” He wanted to defile these seats. To fill you so full with his cum. And he was going to do just that. Just wait.
The chill in the air was enough for him to ride up the rooftop of the convertible but that didn’t stop him from already pulling out his cock. The glasses sat low on his nose while he watched you situate yourself on him. His jacket was tossed in the passenger seat while your shirt came undone with his finger tips.
Fuck you smelled so good. You even looked so good.
Hongjoong’s lips were moving against yours with such desperation that even his hips were rolling against yours. You could feel his cock pressing against your covered cunt and damn did it feel good.
“Fuck, Hongjoong, already want you in me, please.” Your words came out as a shiver, your body running hot yet the chill still remained in the car. Even with the heat blasting.
“I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart, just wait.”
His hands were roaming beneath your shirt and cupping your breasts, “Tell me, baby. How bad do you want me?” His teasing tone was pissing you off to no degree.
“Fuck off, Joong and just fuck me. Please.”
The idol rolled his eyes and laughed with such..chaos, “Alright, alright. I give in. I’ll give you my cock.” His hands were yanking down your pants and his own, fingers ripping apart your fragile underwear. Fucking hell, he was always doing that.
“Again, Hongjoong, seriously?” Hongjoong quickly shut you up by pushing in a finger, smirk still on his face. He knew what he was doing. Little shit.
His finger curled around to find that special spot inside that he loved so much. His grin grew wider when he found it. Your lips spewed out moans while your legs shook from the sudden release of pleasure.
“Oh my fuck, Hongjoong!” He’d barely started and you were already a pathetic mess. He was only one finger in. And now two.
Spreading your cunt just so his thick cock could fit inside. The heat that was being blasted was becoming too much, everything was too much. With his cock rubbing against your click and each time his two fingers thrusted in and out of your cunt, it was all overwhelming.
When he finally had enough of toying with your cunt, he was pushing his cock inside to replace his fingers. Oh it felt so damn good.
The stretch, how deep it was. All of it.
Your hands were on the headrest to brace yourself as he began moving you on his cock.
“That’s right, baby, just like that. Bounce yourself on me. Make a mess of yourself.” Hongjoong’s glasses had long fallen off and onto the floor. He could care less, no matter how expensive they were. All that mattered was filling you up. That was the main task at hand.
Every time his cock hit deep inside, your body lurched forward to his chest. Hongjoong pistoned his hips up into yours, hands groping your ass while he growled from how tight you were squeezing his cock. No words could be formed between either of you. The tension easily cut with the pleasure shared between you both.
The fog on the windows smeared by your hand when Hongjoong would roll his thumb and pointer finger around your nipples.
You couldn’t believe this little shit of man was yours. His cock slamming into your cunt was a regular thing. After a performance/concert, a tour, an interview, a music video shoot. Anything. You were his stress reliever and he loved you dearly. Even his own studio had traces of you, from your belongings to your smell, it had to be you or nothing. The public eye would never know about you. Hongjoong was just too careful about you. Some atiny were just..insane.
“Oh fuck, fuck, please, I’m coming!” You whined out into his ear, hair a mess and skin running hot. Every inch of you is perfection to Hongjoong and he wouldn’t change anything about it.
You are his muse and only his.
“Yeah? Fucking give it to me. Milk my cock for all I have. Want you to take it all.” Hongjoong licked his lips and his fingers pressed tightly against your clit, pinching and pulling to release your orgasm.
Once yours had washed over, his was spurting out and painting everything inside as his own. Hongjoong’s claim.
“Think we should return the car now?”
“Seriously? After what we just did, I don’t think they’ll want it back, Joong.”
“I am a man possessed, obsessed with you and you alone…”
Summary: Christian and you have always had a weird relationship. He was always feening and needing your attention, while you–wanted to love him too, but couldn’t because of your boyfriend. Will things continue to be sexually charged or will things…change?
Genre: smut, fluff, high key very yearning, 18+
Relationship: Christian Yu x chubby! fem! reader
wc: 6k words
THIS MEANS THIS IS A SMUT!
WHICH MEANS THIS FIC IS 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
I AM ALSO NOT IN CHARGE WITH WHAT YOU CONSUME
to clarify, this isn’t at all supposed to represent any idol behavior in real-time, this is purely fiction
Warnings: boss&employee to lovers, daydream sex: miniskirt lifted, anal play, bent over, clothed sex, office sex-
your boyfriend breaks up with you, mentions you being bullied over your weight at work (jokingly getting hit on/asked on dates), you snap at Christian then he confesses, talks of safe words/taps, starts missionary (with headboard gripping) then he ties your hands up, prone bone and dirty talk (but in a sweet way), floggers, bitemarks and bruises, nails scratching, miniskirt mention, oral sex (f reciving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!), aftercare,
An; note this shit is ass! So…enjoy lmao
Heels click along the white tiled floor, making their way towards a pair of brown doors. Knocking on the door-waiting a few minutes, you open it to see Christian sitting behind his desk typing away, while a blonde woman is trying to talk to him. Leaning over the sleek black executive desk, Elena flips her blonde hair out of her face, leaning her chest close to his face. Christian subtly moves away before looking up at your cough.
Christian's face lights up Elena’s face which darkens at you. Christian quickly shoos Elena away while standing up. Elena scoffs at his excitement before storming off, not before shoving your shoulder with hers.
You watch her walk down the hall before giving Christian an exasperated look. With an exhale, he shrugs his shoulders before watching you place paperwork on his desk, “How are you, my dear?”
“I’m okay, despite all the mean looks she gives me, I am doing just fine.”
“I meant with your,” Christian’s tongue hits his cheek, “boyfriend.”
You pause before sighing, “Christian-.”
“I know you don’t like talking to him in this office, but you don’t need to hide anything from me. I promise.”
You stare at his right hand over his heart, before meeting his eyes.
A hum before you start rubbing his arm, “I’m fine, Christian, promise. Now, just do the paperwork, ok, handsome?”
He gives you a soft smile before his lips set in a frown at a purple bruise on your wrist. You pursed your lips before rolling your eyes, you bumped hips with him, “Relax, just get to work and see you at lunch.”
As you walk out, Christian stares at you leaving. Your chubby body fills out the black jacket and miniskirt. Black stockings threatening to roll down your meaty thighs, being held up by the garter belt.
His lip gets caught between his teeth before he sits back down and starts working again. Typing away on the computer, his imagination starts running wild. As quickly as he began to type, he stopped to cover his mouth and close his eyes.
Skin claps echo in this very office. Christian holds your waist in a tight grip, as you're bent over the desk. Your teasing miniskirt rolled up as his hips hit your asscheeks. Pants and moans mix into one another as Christian smacks your ass, his tattoo hand rests on your asscheek before pulling your ass apart and spitting on your asshole. You shiver as he thumbs it before bending over you and biting your clothed shoulder. Your mouth stutters before you shiver over,
“I want you so bad. God, I want to fucking fill you and just have you be mine and-”
“MISTER YU!”
Christian snaps out of his dream, to see his assistant, Da-bin. The man raises an eyebrow at him before nodding, “You awake now?”
“A-ah, sorry,” Christian coughs into his hand before crossing his legs, “W-what do you need, Da-bin?”
Da-bin scoffs before rolling his eyes, “Look, I was gonna ask if you're finished with the paperwork, but telling how you were practically fucking the air and sighing, I can say, are dis-tract-ed.”
Christian scoffs at his pronunciation before coughing, “I was not “fucking” the air, you weirdo,” he air quotes before crossing his arms, “I am just…distracted.”
Da-bin rolls his eyes again, “I could tell. Anyway, make sure to finish up the paperwork
so I can put it in the contract for our next client.”
Christian nods as Da-bin walks out before pausing, “Oh, and as your friend, I have to ask,” Da-bin looks over his shoulder, “She apparently has a date at your favorite restaurant with the dude, so there's the tea.”
As the door shuts behind Da-bin, Christian is already checking out the reservations to see if he can show up randomly.
As you tap the table nervously, you search the area for your boyfriend. Sighing, you mess with your phone, before someone steps in front of the light. A smile lights your face before it disappears at Christian’s smiling face.
“Hello, my angel.”
“Mister Yu? What are you doing here?”
Christian sighs as he sits in the seat in front of you, his elbow resting on the table while he cups his chin, “I happen to love this restaurant, I come here a lot. So, what about you, angel? What are you doing here?”
You sigh at him before leaning your chest on the table. The bodysuit dress pops your boobs a bit more, as you rub your hands together.
“My boyfriend and I were meant to meet here but he's not here.”
You sigh as he rests your head on your hands, “I'm worried about him.”
Christian tongues his cheek before smiling, “My poor angel, I'm sorry your boyfriend sucks, but you know, beautiful,” he takes your hand, rubbing your knuckles, “I'm here.”
You sigh and give him a wobbly smile. His eyelids slightly lowered as you slowly pulled your hand away and pulled your dress up, “So, are you here with anyone?”
“I feel like if I was, I wouldn't be sitting here with you.”
You pursed your lips at him, “I was just asking out of curiosity.”
Christian softly laughs before waving down a waiter, “Excuse me, but can we get some Domaine Leroy musigny grand cru and whatever the lady wants.”
As they both turn to you, your mouth is wide open at the man in front of you. Christian leans over the oval table to close your mouth, touching your lips before sitting back down. You shake your head before smiling at the waiter, “Yeah, I'll have the, um-.”
You look down the menu, you sorta look at the food options before smiling and saying, “I would like the Kobe beef medium, with a baked potato and, um, water.”
You close the menu and hand it to the waiter as Christian leans on his hands. The waiter smiles and nods before looking at Christian, who just says, “I'll have the steak, medium rare, with steamed broccoli and carrots.”
Christian hands the waiter the menu as he continues to stare. You give a small smile back before looking around. The man in front of you watches your side profile, watching your pouty lips and memorizes your eyelashes, your nose, all the way to your chubby cheeks. His one wish was to lean over and bite your cheeks.
Inhaling sharply, he leans on his palm before covering his mouth. You finally look at him again before tilting your head, “Um, Mis-”
“Christian, angel.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, “Christian?”
“We've known each other for two years, my angel, and we aren't in the office, so you can call me by my name.”
You wiggle before going, “Right, sorry, Christian,” you took note of his chest rising then falling, before he covered his mouth, “You doing okay? You're covering your mouth and a little flushed.”
He scoffs in his palm before leaning forward again, “Why do you think I'm covering my mouth, angel?”
You raise an eyebrow before squinting at him, “You're acting weird.”
“Am I?” Christian hums.
You scrunch your nose, “Why are you-?”
“Listen,” Christian starts, “I want you to be happy. So much. I need to let you know,” he holds your hand, “If you need anything, I am here.”
You blink at him, looking at his hand before side-eyeing him, “Are you…hitting on me?”
Christian grins widely, before grinning into his hand, “Maybe… is it a problem?”
You squint at him, “I have a boyfriend…and like, although I wanna spice up my love life with him, I don't want a Mister Grey anytime soon.”
Christian pauses and tilts his head, “Mister…Grey?”
“You've never read or heard of 50 Shades Of Grey?”
Christian shakes his head. Your mouth opens as a grin lights your face up. He feels his stomach tie in knots as your hands cover his hand. His eyes look down at your boobs for a second then back in your eyes.
“You have homework when you get home then Mister.”
Christian nods as the waiter comes with the food and wine. You pull away before pulling your dress up and thanking the waiter.
As your smile lights up your face, the world around you blends away it makes you look ethereal. Making Christian want to take you on a real date but for now, he will learn to live with this. He will have to learn to live with the fact that, for almost two years, he has always wanted to have you etched into his skin, where you and he rule the world together. Loving and giving each other attention, devoting his entire life, body, and soul to you, and doing nothing but worship you. But…until then, he will gladly remind you that you have better options than your boyfriend.
So…he actually can't live with the idea of you being with another man. He hates the idea because now here he was. Standing outside the company (his company) while you argue with your boyfriend.
Christian tongues his cheek watching you and him argue about something.
Just a few hours before this, you had texted Christian to pick you up from your boyfriend’s place. He immediately enters the building and then runs back to his car, telling Da-bin to not wait for him to clock in.
He had you share your location, breaking many speeding laws, pulling into the apartment complex, and letting you get into his expensive 2012 black Bentley, you-at first hesitate-then sit down on the seat. You thank him before Christian asks, “Why didn't you drive to work today?”
Thus he caused you to start ranting about how you found out he cheated on you and when you confronted you, he took the keys to your car and drove off to his new “girl’s” place. You proceed to take all of his shit, bag it up, and throw it on the curb for anyone to take or for him to take to his new “girl’s” place. Christian chuckles before looking at you adoringly as you laugh alongside him. As Christain pulls into his spot, he tells you to not worry about the hours, he’ll give you full pay. You gave him a beautiful smile and thanked him again. He still sits on his leather seats as you exit the car. Looking ahead in the car, he rubs around the wheel before inhaling your perfume-infused air.
Around 1 pm, your boyfriend pulls in and starts making a rufus. Demanding to see you, yelling and fighting security, until getting thrown out. You were in a meeting with Da-bin when someone opened the glass door to tell you. You glare at them before getting up and meeting your ex outside. However, when Christain heard, he immediately went outside to smoke a cigarette, watching the two of you.
Now, here he is. Standing on the building steps, he puts the cigarette out. He steps in front of your boyfriend’s view. Your boyfriend was the same height, so their eyes met. He scoffs at Chrisitan’s arrival. He tries to look at you before Chrisitan blocks his view, and your boyfriend scoffs again before getting in his face. Christian stands firm as your boyfriend argues and yells at Christian.
You furrow your brows before stepping around Chrisitan, yelling at him. The two of you get into it while Chrisitan holds you back. You then exclaim you wanted to break up and your–now–ex-boyfriend scoffs, commenting “needing him” which Christian scoffs and says, “So, she “needs” you? Remind me who pays your bills? Or even, who pays for dates? Best of all, answer me this, who never gets to finish in the bedroom?”
Silence exits your stunned ex as you stare at Christian’s side profile. Then your ex huffs before spitting on Christian’s shoes and walking off. The two of you watch his back as he storms off and gets into your car.
Christian huffs at the car driving off before turning back to you. You look up at him before releasing a breath, “You didn’t need to mention the sex part.”
“I felt like I had to.”
Your eyebrow twitches before you sigh. You pivot towards the building, anger rolling off you in waves. Christian inhales before following you.
When the clock hits nine hours, Da-bin walks into your cubicle.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Da-bin, need something?”
“Christain says to go to his office.”
“He couldn’t call me?”
Da-bin scoffs playfully, rolling his eyes before writing something on his notepad, “You know he lives for dramatics, now go ahead hon. Mister Yu is waiting.”
You pause at the power button of your laptop to stare at a smirking Da-bin. Your eyes squint suspiciously at him before getting your bag. “Okay…?”
“Word of advice, my dear,” Da-bin winks before walking ahead, “always keep a safe word!”
You stare at him in shock before coughing into your hand and walking towards Chrisitan’s office. Da-bin’s words echo in your head before you shake it and knock on his door. Waiting for a bit, you open the doors again to see Christain standing by wide glass windows, a cigarette in his mouth. His hands are in his pockets as his black hair sits on his broad shoulders, his button-up tucked loosely in his black pants that hug his ass tight.
When Christian hears the door open, he inhales once more, before putting the cigarette on his shoe and turning around. His eyebrow raised at you stare at his ass. His shoulders come up and down at a simple laugh before leaning against the window. Head hits the window, and a soft thump is heard before, “I watched the movie.”
You snap out of staring before confusingly looking at him. “What do you mean?”
“I…watched 50 Shades of Gray.”
You looked at him in shock before dropping your shoulders and mumbling, “So that’s why Da-bin said that.”
“I wasn’t aware you wanted a more…kinky life, my dear.”
You look at him with a shy look on your face before going into a squint, “And why does that matter?”
“Because I want to fulfill it.”
You scoff. Looking at him with disdain, “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I wanted to be your man, always. Don’t you know, I’m so deeply in love with you, I am devoted even.”
Your eyes roll at that as a scoff leaves you. Making him look away from the window, “You are abhorrent. To claim you love me when all you want is sex.”
Christian feels his heart stop, “I’m sorry?”
“You should be. I can’t believe you went out of your way to do this to me, over essentially an infatuation.”
His eyebrows furrow, making his way towards you, “What?”
“You claim to be devoted. You claim to “love” me but then you stare at my body as if I’m meat! You are no better than my ex, only need me for good sex then brush me aside as if I am just something until someone skinner comes by. I bet you didn’t consider my heart!”
“I always thought about you, he didn’t-.”
“Don’t even pretend to care! All this to prove you can win any girl, just like my ex! All this was for nothing essentially, I’m done pretending you could love me when you want to use me for my body, just like him. Well, I am over it. I’m tired of being someone to win over, I’m tired of every man in this office trying to make it seem like I’m the butt of the joke, and even going as far as that I need a “real man” and only for them to pull the joke on me…I’m over it.”
Christian watches you rant for a bit before inhaling, getting on his knees, and hugging your waist. Your stomach resting his cheek as he inhales more of your perfume, invading his senses. You freeze at him doing this before holding his shoulder to push him off, “Mis-.”
“Your favorite jewel is emerald,” you pull a face at that, “you said it reminds you of your favorite dress. The long emerald dress is one you got from your mother on your 28th birthday.”
“Why do you-?”
“In the jewelry store, the first week we started working together. You didn’t know this, but I was in that shop, that day when you wanted to buy your mother a birthday gift you got with your first “big girl” paycheck. You were really cute so when you saw the price, you got really sad and you said you looked somewhere else, so I bought it and left it on your desk. I never told you because you were so happy to think your boyfriend bought it for you.”
You felt your heart leap a little before trying again, “Chris-.”
“The Christmas dinner last year, the reason I didn’t get lobster was because you hated it. You told me one time that you hated lobster because you found them to gammy and taste weird and because you have all the money, you volunteer on weekends to work in the hospital that we support to read the babies and children books-.”
“Christian, what are you going on about?”
“Your ex didn’t know you did those things. He didn’t know you slave away to help this company despite hate working harder than necessary. He didn’t know about those men so I fired them and told them that they wouldn’t work anywhere in this city because they hurt your feelings. He doesn’t know you, I always wanted you more than he wanted you. Those gifts weren’t from him but from me. I did everything for you, and it’s selfish to say I want you more. It’s selfish to do this to you when you’ve been hurt, but…I want you so much. I will do anything, and I mean it, and-.”
“Christian,” you sigh softly before rubbing his shoulders, “get up…please. Look at me.”
He sniffs before looking up at you. His eyes widen at your teary eyes, getting up quickly he holds your hands.
He cups your cheeks and rubs under your eyes, “I am sorry, my dear that I made you feel like I only wanted your body. I want more than your body. Always. For two, whole, years I watched you get hurt, repeatedly by many men, when I wanted you for everything. I know I should’ve been open and helped you with publicity but I always saw how you carried yourself. And I knew you would be strong enough to handle yourself. I do truly love you and want you to realize how much I do,” he holds your face and leans his forehead against your own, “I am a man possessed, obsessed with you and you alone. I want to know everything about you, from how you do your hair to how you paint your toes, I want to know how fast your heart can beat to how your breath shallows, I want to know it all. I want us to mesh together as one. I want to know how you work and function and I want to see you relaxed. I want everything you can give me and more, because despite being your believer and follower, I wanna be your dog, and I just wanna be yours...so please, please, let me be that...let me be the man under you...and let me be your devoted lover.”
Your breath caught in your chest as he stared into your eyes. His pupils dilated before you two kiss. His chapped lips lay on yours as his hands slowly start mapping your love handles then his hands slide down your back. Your hands make it around his shoulders as he semi-dips you.
You run your hands through his hair, black strands curling around your fingers as your nails sink into his scalp. Moaning into your mouth and pulls your body close to his before pulling away.
His lips hover over yours. Brown eyes scan and watch over your face, before looking down towards your rising chest. His head goes down and kisses your neck lightly. Your voice rings in his ears, “I’m sorry. I am. I…didn’t mean to yell at you. I was so frustrated and-.”
“Don’t be sorry, love. I should’ve stepped in quicker and punched him hard.”
You chuckle as he leans up and rubs his nose against yours, “You deserve that much. I did end up firing them for harassment, and I do want everything for you.”
You give him a closed-lip smile before cupping his cheek. He leans into your right palm as he lays kisses on your left one. His lips form words on your palm, “I need your permission.”
You give him a confused look. Christian looks at you before blinking softly, “Do you want to…have sex with me?”
“Yeah. I mean, I definitely wouldn’t mind. Like right now?”
He nods; moving your hands to wrap around his shoulders. His palms meeting your waist, “I wouldn’t mind right now, however, we need rules and such. Starting, pain tolerance, how do you feel about me biting, hitting, and chasing?”
“Well, I am good with biting, hitting, eh, maybe like spanking or something else, and chasing? I’ve never done chasing before but I always wanted to try it.”
Christian nods in return before holding your hands, “Reading the books made me do more research into BDSM and honestly, the book seems toxic, baby doll, so unfortunately I am not crazy enough to have a room dedicated to things like that. However, I can offer you my spacious California King and plenty of toys for you, my doll.”
You stare at him in shock before giggling, “Well, then lead the way, Christian.”
He grins at your happy state before holding your hands, “Shall we sit and talk some more? I want to go over everything with you before anything else.”
You nod and follow to sit next to him on the leather office couch. As the windows shine down with a sliver of moonlight, Christian rubbed your hands as you two talked. His thumbs rub against the back of your hands, “What’s the least sexiest word you can think of?”
“Hmmm,” you get distracted as he kisses your hands, “I suppose pumpkin.”
“Pumpkin,” Christian nods before smiling, “Pumpkin it is.”
He leans over to kiss your cheek and take your hand. “Shall we go back to my place, I can show you the amazing view, and beautiful countertops,” his breath tickles your ears, “or the bed you’re gonna get acquainted with.”
You giggle at that, leaning away to smile at him, “Oh yeah?”
Christian playfully snaps his teeth at you. He stands up-pulling you along with him and walking out of the office.
Gasps and moans are heard throughout the penthouse. Clothes are skewed on the floor on the way towards the open master bedroom. On the bed, you and Chrisitan are making out. Hands rub all over each other. His tattoos stain his skin as your skin meets his. Tongues meet as nails and fingers sink into each other’s skins and bodies.
Sighing into your mouth, Christian pulls away–holding your face, he starts, “We need to talk about stop lights. Because the last thing I need is for you to actually be uncomfortable and actually need me to stop. So, let's talk about it, yeah?”
You huff at the interruption before nodding. He grins and pulls you to sit up. Your boobs sit comfortably over your torso as your mini skirt is rolled up to show off your exposed pussy. It’s sticky with your fluids.
Christian stares at your pussy a lot longer than necessary before shaking his head and staring at you. “Have you heard of the stop light system?”
You pause before nodding, “Yeah, I have.”
“Review with me beautiful.”
You sigh before going over the colors; green means continue, yellow means slow down/give a breather, and red means full stop, no more.
He smiles at your words, before pecking your cheek. You giggle at him before kissing his lips. Christian slowly has his tongue enter your mouth, exploring once more as his hands hold your waist. With one last kiss, he goes, “Color?”
“Green, oh my God, green.”
He smirks once more before kissing you again. His fingers dance up your thigh as you slowly push you on your back. His hands make their way up your torso to your tits, where your nipples are played with. He circles the areoles before pinching your nipple and tugging. You twitch a little before dancing your fingers up his back and onto his shoulder blades. Your fingers dance on his bird tattoo, then your hands get pinned down.
Christian licks his lips at you pouting up at him. He giggles, before leaning down and kissing your neck. His stomach meets yours as he slowly starts rocking against your pussy lips. His cocks get coated by you as he starts mapping your neck. Teeth make lines down your neck, leaving saliva marking his path. Breaths leave you, chest heaving as his dick hits your clit.
Moans and pants fill the air once more, as the sex-filled air clogs your senses, he slowly pulls his mouth away and stares down at you. His saliva marks your skin, as his hips slotted against yours. Breath staggers at the sight of you looking up at him with lowered eyes, lips wide and panting, your boobs laying on your torso, and your slick all over his cock.
You notice his eyes staring at your lips for a little bit longer. So you lick your lips, teasing him. Christian's chest staggers, eyes staring at you before licking down your chest. Your chest bounces as he falls to your mound. Licking in between your lips, you shudder at his warm tongue across your clit. The bundle of nerves gets stimulated as you buck and hump against his face.
Christian sighs against your pussy, his tongue out as your hips do the movements for him. He sighs happily at your musky taste before pulling away and nibbling on your mound. You jump a little at that before relaxing at him sucking his fingers and sticking one in you. The finger curls and moves back and forth–his hand searches, making a ‘hither’ motion inside your walls. Your breath staggers at the feeling of his fingers entering and exiting you. Your juices make you sound loud. As you buck your hips, he shakes his head back and forth, tongue moving your clit quickly.
Your voice cracks as your moans steadily become louder, making your back arch. You pause a little at feeling his finger lightly tap your g-spot before ‘owing’ and relaxing your back. His eyebrows raise at that before going back to your g-spot. Whimpers, moans, and groans, and loud squelches of your pussy.
A large knot is in the pit of your stomach as he starts sucking into your clit more harshly. Making a suction around your clit and moving his hand much faster. His fingertips keep tapping your g-spot, allowing you to shake, shiver, and slide down towards his mouth. Your legs wrap around his shoulders making his head sink more into your pussy. Practically having knees towards your stomach, he keeps you in an uncomfortable position. Your back shoots pain up your spine as he starts moving his arm faster and faster. Then suddenly–even while pain shoots up you–the knot snaps in you. Like a river rushing through you, you groan loudly, making Christian stick his tongue in your pussy and slurping.
As your chest heaves, his tongue leaves a trail over your hairy mound towards your chest–his tongue circles over your nipple. He lightly nips your nipple before nipping and sucking at your neck. Moaning softly, your hands go through his hair as he humps against you. Thighs meeting thighs, an air of heat and lust enters the space as you two make out. As your two tongues meet, he wraps his arms around you and continues to lightly thrust softly. Your hands dig around in his hair before going down his tattooed chest.
Your breaths mingle together, panting into each other’s mouths as you lead his tip toward your opening. Then he pulls away.
Looking up at him, you smile at him before gasping at him grip your thigh, “So, angel, believe me-.”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I do, I do, I do. Please, please. Christian, please!”
Christian lets his grin lights up his face as he starts entering you. A gasp gets hold up in your chest and throat as his mushroom tip slowly starts to insert into you. Your eyes roll back as your eyelids close and Christian starts lightly moaning into your neck. Both of your hands hold one another as his hips clash into yours.
Both of you lay there for a while, taking in one another. Heavy sighs leave you as your left hand crawl up Chrisitan’s back. Black hair mixes with your own, as he pulls his hips back and go back in. Moans enter the air, dancing with each other as he starts moving a bit faster and faster.
With his left hand occupied, he takes is right hand and puts your leg on his waist before gripping the headboard. He starts going faster and faster, eyes watching your chubby body move. Tits moving up and down, tummy jiggling along with the thrusts. Lust slowly starts to corrupt Christian’s love before he pulls out again.
With a whine, you pout up at Chrsitian. Pupils blow, he can see your iris be covered by your lust. He grins down at you before going, “Do you want more fun? Hm? Angel.”
Searching his face, you nod slightly, making him grin. He gets off the bed and pull your legs towards the end. With a kiss to your knee, he drops to his own knees and starts messing with your clit. A tongue circles it, before he starts sucking on it. You keen a little before whimpering. He pulls away to spit on your clit and gets up again, making his way towards the drawer.
Pulling out some red rope, grabbing your hands and tying them together. He holds the knot part as he grins down at you, before turning it into a smile, “Darling, if you need to, at any point and you cannot speak, tap my hand 5 times, okay?”
With a nod, he goes back to his grin and bend down to give you a kiss. As your lips meet once more, he licks the seams and enters your mouth, making out with you again before drawing his hands up and down you. As his tongue remarks your mouth, his left hand reaches for the drawer again. Unable to reach it, he grunts and pulls away. Before seeing what it was, he kissed you again. Closing your eyes, he puts his chest over yours, weight on your chest, he finally allows you to feel what was coming up your leg.
Soft taping makes you jump a little, before pulling away from the kiss to see a flogger in his hands. Blushing softly, he leans into your right ear, “Angel, what’s your color?”
Biting your lip, you watch the flogger rub your leg up and down. The tip of it just dancing on your skin. You finally meet his eyes again and nod, making him smile back. “I’ll be nice today. So soft taps and kisses for my angel. But next time,” you shivered at his whisper, “it’ll be harder.”
Smack!
Jumping, you whimper. His fingers rub the spot nicely before hitting your thigh once more. He continues to do so before switching hands and slapping your thighs. With your head backwards, he continues to mark your neck. Gasping once more, your hips roll into his, cock touching your clit for a second. Chrisitan moans as a response, making him buck into you before grunting.
And what feels like hours, he finally sighs against your face. “Alright angel, I know you’re eager, so let’s get started.”
Christian full stands, looking all over you. From the bruises and teethmarks beautifully marking and reminding you of Christian’s faith and devotion. To let him and you know, you both need and belong to each other. Happiness claw and tear at his heart, making him laugh softly before flipping you over and leaving more marks on your back. He slowly has the tip of his dick enter you. You both shudder, but you moan staggeredly as he releases his jaw. Laying his hips against your ass, he takes hold of the rope’s knot and start slowly going in and out. His hips rolling into you, making his hips clap against your ass and pussy makes a ‘plap plap plap’.
The stretch and sounds of sex echo in the air. From your whiney moans, to his whimpers and hips meeting ass. Nails dig deep into the fat of your hips as he moves his hand down towards your clit and rubs it in circles. A sharp moan leaves you as he starts going faster and faster, making you clench onto him. He starts to pant as you arch your back a little.
A sinful melody hit a crescendo he sinks his teeth into your neck, rendering you to scratch his back up and groan. Chrisitan then lifts your hips up and aims for your sweet spot. With the persistent hip thrusts, he moves his left hand to hold your lower back before his right hand starts rubbing your clit in non sensical circles.
The pleasure building into your stomach becomes more, and more unbearable, needing something to push you off the edge. You borderline sob as he licks and sucks on your ear, and then you finally fall off the edge, with the faint whisper in your ear going, “I love you.”
Ringing in your ears, as your body shivers and slowly comes down. Panting exits your mouth as darkness enter your vision. After a second, blindly reach for Christian. Your fingers touch his before feeling his lips. He kisses your fingertips before going, “I’m gonna run a bath, if you need me, I’ll be running us a bath and getting an first aid. I really messed up your neck.”
You grunt as he lays a kiss on your neck wounds. You can feel the bed move as you hear footsteps walk in the bathroom. Water starts filling the bath, making out some of Christian’s whispers before he makes his way towards you.
You feel his hands slowly start picking you up, making you whine.
“‘m to heavy.”
“Hush, let me show my muscles off, my angel.”
With a silencing kiss to your lips, he moves his hands towards your back and ass, lifting you up. As he walks towards the bathroom. Slightly putting you on the toilet seat, he smiles, “Sorry, I know I should’ve used a condom, but I got to restless. So, go pee angel, make sure to,” he motions randomly before, “clean up then we can bathe together, is that fine angel?”
You giggle at him before nodding. He grins before kissing your lips. Kissing back softly, you softly holds his face, he pulls away and bumps his nose against yours, “Is this better than you silly little book?”
You scoff before playfully pouting, “Not enough flogger action.”
Christian’s smiles playfully in return, his eyes staring at you in pure happiness. “I’ll remember that angel, for now, let’s get us washed up, then some band aids and some cuddles.”
You sigh happily before placing a hand on his tattoo chest, “Did you mean it? That you love me?”
He blinks. A silence follows it before another smile lights his face, holding your cheek, “Who else would see me fall to my knees and worship you as my Goddess? You deserve so much and more than the world is giving you, and I want to be the only man to give it to you. Forever.”
Christian watches you smile in happiness before rubbing your hips. And while no more words have been said, the actions between to the two of you have said a million words. Somehow, curling on Christian’s chest as he rubs circles into your skin and kisses into your head, that you would have want it any other way.
summary• After the game of hide and seek your sex life with San became spicier than ever. You would tell him about your deepest fantasies and he was destined to make them into reality. A cabin in the woods, a wolf chasing his prey. A fearful girl in red, running through the forest.
a/n• Happy Halloween!!! I didn't think I would upload this in time, but here it is! This is a continuation of Cat and Mouse! Please enjoy. This is for the girls who desire to be chased through the forest.
Excitement is all you feel when October comes around. The leaves finally fall, the air growing crisp and cold, your favorite knitted cardigan engulfing you, and the warmth of your fiancé's body against yours. Pumpkin carving was definitely San and your favorite thing to do during this time of year. He would carve goofy little faces on the pumpkins while you would opt for a classic scary face. His precious smile would bring warmth to your heart when his dimples would show, his eyes turning into crescent moons.
“Baby, let’s get a cabin this Halloween. What do you say, me, you, the woods, fucking by the fireplace? Hmm?” He said with that innocent expression on his face like he didn’t just suggest to fuck your brains out in the middle of nowhere.
“Erm, I don’t know, baby. That just sounds like we are asking for it. Don’t you think?” You question, feeling like that would be an excellent opportunity for a masked murderer to come out of the shadows and slaughter both of you. It just sounds like a typical horror story trope. That would be just your luck. San lets out an annoyed groan before pouting, his bottom lip sticking out.
God, he’s so cute when he begs.
“Aww baby come on. I’ll be there to protect you, you know that. And besides, there are people on watch duty at this location. The Fire Watchers will be there and if something happens we can call. Come on, please, baby?” he insisted, grabbing you by your waist to pull you flush against his body. He then caressed your thigh and patiently waited for an answer. You nibbled at your bottom lip, weighing out all the options. On the other hand, San fluttered his eyes and pouted, thinking that this cute demeanor would shift your viewpoint.
“Fuck okay fine. But just know that if I get murdered I’m going to kill you,” you threatened before you gave him a forced smile and kissed his cheek.
“Yes ma’am,” he says smiling from ear to ear, his face beaming with excitement.
Once you agree, San instantly books the cabin for Halloween weekend. He orders a few things online to ensure both of your stays are nice and comfortable. He also orders regular camping gear and emergency kits if something goes wrong.
But San always has something up his sleeve. You learned that from the last time you played hide and seek on game night. That was one of the best nights of your life and the sex was beyond incredible. The thrill of hiding away and waiting for him to find you made you fearful but simultaneously aroused.
San enjoyed looking for you and finding you, hunting you down like prey just to fuck you like a goddess. So he definitely had a smirk painted on his face when he added a skimpy Red Riding Hood outfit and a wolf mask to the cart. This time he was ready to hunt you down.
As the days lead up to Halloween weekend you both discussed plans. “So you want me to wear this and meet you at the cabin?” you question, raising your eyebrows as you hold up the tiny red ruffled skirt.
“Mhm, and the thigh-high white stockings with the ribbons on the knees. The black heels, and the pretty red corset. And the red hood, don’t forget the hood.”
“What do you have planned baby?” you sigh, not liking surprises. It always spiked up your anxiety especially when you didn’t know what was going to happen. Your mind always resorted to the worst things possible when they were big what-ifs and would never happen. You caress San’s arm for reassurance, nipping your bottom lip as you anxiously think of everything that could go wrong.
San notices your concerned gaze, and he instantly takes your hand and squeezes it. He hates seeing you like this, especially when he knows he will do anything for you if something happens. He pulls you in and presses his forehead against yours. He always did this in serious situations as an attempt to calm you down.
"Hey, hey, it's okay baby. You know I'd never let anything bad happen to you, right? I just want this to be a fun, sexy little game for us,” his words are gentle, prompting your mind and body to relax a bit. You take a deep breath and smile at him softly. You lean in for a gentle kiss, your lips moving slowly against his.
“Don’t murder me in this forest or I’ll kill you Choi San,” you joke, but it’s laced with truth. San chuckles softly, his arms wrapping around you. He squeezes you tight, knowing this isn't a threat but a promise.
"Deal. Besides we both know I’m more interested in murdering something else that night," he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to devour you, little red."
You chuckle and wrap your arms around San’s shoulders. A playful smirk is painted on his face, his right dimple embedded into his cheek.
“I can’t wait for that, big bad wolf.”
Halloween was on a Thursday this year so you made plans ahead of time to have Friday off from work. You get home and get all your bags ready, throwing in some extra clothes and basic essentials. You get into your Little Red Riding Hood costume before you look in the mirror. You couldn’t help but admire how perfectly it fit. The socks you wore covered your legs and hugged tightly midway around your thighs. The ruffled skirt was short enough to cover you, but as soon as you bent over, the bottom of your ass showed. The corset wrapped around your waist like a tightly wrapped present. Your cleavage sat perfectly against the corset, and the necklace San gave you on your anniversary rested between them. You grabbed your red hood and tied it around your neck. You quickly turned in a 360, looking at how the outfit came together.
You take all your bags and basket to the car and drive to the campsite. San chose this secluded cabin, about a mile away from everyone else. As you pulled up, you saw San’s car parked by the house, but the lights inside the cabin looked like they were off. You grew suspicious, and every ounce of your body told you to drive away. You were apprehensive as you exited your car and grabbed your bags. You walked up to the cabin and opened the door. It was quiet, only the wind whistling throughout the forest. A strong wind gust outside forced the door open, slamming against the wooden wall. The only light that illuminated the room was the crackling fireplace.
“Baby?” You called out but stopped short when you saw someone in the shadows. “Sannie, baby?” You repeated, your heart beating out of your chest. He turned around and you were met with the familiar frame of your fiancé, but up top was a wolf mask. You were so fearful but so deeply aroused by the sight of him like this. The way he looked was memorable. He was shirtless, his toned body illuminated by the singular source of light in the cabin. He wore jeans, but you couldn’t help but notice the visible print forming.
San looked at you for a moment, drinking in the sight of you. A mischievous smirk was painted across his lips, but the realistic growling wolf head masked it. He wanted to tear you apart and watch as you begged for more. His heart was racing faster than yours at this point. He was ready for you, but he knew that you weren't ready for him.
“Run,” he growls, causing your eyes to instantly widen. “If I catch you, I fuck you,” he asserts. You look at him for a moment trying to process what he just said. Part of you wants to stand there so he can have his way with you but where’s the fun in that?
You drop your bags and start to run through the forest. Twigs against your heels begin to break, making it harder for you to escape. You frantically kick your heels off and continue to run, feeling rocks and twigs graze against your feet. Your red hood flaps against the wind, making a distinct whooshing sound. This was a survival situation for you at this moment. Blood was rushing throughout you as your adrenaline started to kick in. You were breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly. You were trotting through the forest like a gazel and San was the starved wolf foaming at the mouth for his next meal.
You hear his heavy footsteps behind you, snapping twigs and crunching leaves under his boots. His low growls echo through the forest, causing you to run faster. You're not sure if it's the fear or the thrill of the chase that's making your heart race and your breath hitch. But you do know that you loved this game both of you were playing. Fear was controlling every part of your body except for the arousal that was laced between your legs.
You continue to run, looking back briefly to see if he is still after you. But you don’t see him. You quickly duck behind a rock, the stillness of the forest surrounding you. You hear leaves rustle, causing you to look in that direction, but nothing. You then hear San whistling, it's faint as it matches the cold brisk wind. He starts to make that distinct clicking sound with his mouth. The taunting clicks you would give to a dog to beckon them to a treat.
“Where’s my little red?” he cooed, his voice echoing in the dead space of the forest. Your heart was racing, the beating trailing to your fingertips. You could feel your blood run cold, and your mind started to spin. Your body tensed as you felt his presence near you, the faint smell of his cologne lingering in the air. You kept your hand over your mouth, trying to conceal any whines as you heard the leaves crunch around the rock.
“Looks like I’ve caught you little red,” you heard him whisper in your ear.
Fuck.
This sent a shock throughout your body and you decided to run. You shot up from your seated position and tried darting deeper into the forest. But San quickly caught up with you and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh. You heard a deep chuckle vibrate in his throat, the sound making you quiver. His hand slid up your body and wrapped around your neck, causing you to look up at the stars. You were both breathless from running, breathing in sync with each other.
“Got you,” he growled, causing a slight whimper to escape your lips. San's hands roam your body, running up your sides to grope your breasts through the thin fabric of your corset.
"You ran so fast, little prey. I think you deserve a reward."
You whine, pressing your body against his. You feel his mask against your neck, the fake fur grazing against your skin. You hike up your ruffled skirt and press your ass against his clothed crotch.
“Murder my little pussy in the middle of this forest Sannie,” you breathe out, feeling desperate for his touch. San groans deeply, his hard print grinding against your ass as he squeezes your thigh.
"Fuck, you're so needy for my cock, aren't you? Begging to be split open in the woods like a bitch in heat," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling the side of your neck. You hum in anticipation; this feels like pure torture to you.
“How about I fuck that pretty little throat first?” he suggests, pressing his dick firmly against your ass. You nod in response, absolutely drunk off of this moment, so needy and desperate. San spins you around and pushes you to your knees, towering over your small frame. All you can see is his toned body and that mask looming above you, ominously blocking out some of the full moon that engulfed the forest.
As he peers down at you, he can’t help but stare at how you look at him. Those innocent eyes stare into his soul as you bite down on your lower lip. He can see you fighting the urge to pull his pants down and shove him down your throat. The way you whimper, signaling you are getting impatient, sends him down a spiral. He unzips his fly as you both stare into each other's eyes, fishing out his thick massive dick. You let out a needy moan at the sight of him, precum already dripping from his tip.
"Open wide, Little Red."
You nod, open your mouth, and look up to ensure he has the best view of you. Your pretty red lipstick would soon be smudged and printed on the base of his dick. The loud moans and groans from San would quickly fill the forest.
San grips the back of your head, his fingers tangled in your hair as he forces his thick shaft past your lips. Your eyes roll back at the familiar sensation of his tip hitting the back of your throat. You struggle to breathe around his girth, but you can’t get enough.
You hear him groan at the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping his cock. You feel him twitch against your throat, his grip on your hair becoming tighter. You anchor your hands on his thighs and take him in deeper, gagging slightly but still staying in place.
"Fuck, look at you, so pretty with my dick in your mouth."
You moan against him, the vibration traveling throughout his body. You withdraw slightly, only leaving his tip nestled inside your mouth. You stick out your tongue, rubbing it against the large vein under his cock. San hisses at the sudden feeling, his hips bucking forward as he guides his dick back down your throat.
"You love that, don't you? You love worshiping me with your tongue?” He pushes even more into your mouth, causing you to gag loudly.
"Choke on it, baby,” he demands, causing you to moan and your eyebrows to scrunch together. San's hips buck forward, stifling your moan as he bottoms out in your throat.
“You look so sexy in those thigh highs baby,” he groans throwing his head back. You moan in approval as you claw at his thighs, your nails leaving visible marks on his jeans. You feel his hips start to thrust in and out of your mouth. He looks back down to watch as you take him with every thrust, your throat making wet squelching noises.
"Look at those eyes tearing up for me," he smirks beneath his mask, his pace quickening.
"Mmm, you look so beautiful when you're choking on my cock. I bet you wish it was your tight little pussy instead," he cooed followed by a long moan. You can feel his cock hitting the back of your throat with each deep thrust, saliva dripping down your chin as you struggle to breathe. But you take every inch of him, knowing he would reward every part of you. Your eyebrows scrunch together, and you can’t help but roll your eyes back. The feeling of him down your throat was pure ecstasy. The view of him thrusting into your mouth was intoxicating.
"Mmmm, you're making a mess of yourself." He withdraws from your mouth, allowing you to gasp for air. You breathe slowly, trying your best to catch air into your lungs. He admires the sight of your smeared lipstick and tear-stained cheeks. He grins mischievously before his hips buck forward to bury himself deep within your throat again.
"I think you're ready for my seed, Little Red."
He thrusts into your throat a few more times, watching how well you take him. He then withdraws a loud pop, casting out into the forest. He grips his dick and pumps vigorously; his gritty groans fill the forest. You open your mouth wide as you stare into the mask, hoping yours will pierce into his. With one long moan, he spills into your mouth. His dick twitches as he cums, his abs constricting as he coats your tongue. You maintain eye contact, feeling his cum pool into your mouth.
“Fuuuuck, swallow all of that, baby,” he moans, slapping his cock against your cheek. You do as you’re told and close your mouth, swallowing every last drop.
"Good girl," San praises, his voice hoarse from the intense release. He reaches down and wipes some leftover cum from your chin, sucking his fingers clean. "Now, baby, I want you to get up off your knees and run back to that cabin. I’m going to fuck your brains out, y/n."
You catch your breath briefly before darting up and running for the cabin. The same adrenaline pumps throughout your body as you hear him right behind you. San chases after you, his heavy footsteps echoing through the dark forest.
The chase back was exhilarating, his low growls making your core throb. He catches up to you just as you stumble into the cabin, spinning you around and slamming you against the wall.
"Caught you, my little prey."
“Sannie…” you breathed, staring right into the wolf mask. You were out of breath from all the running, and your heartbeat was at its peak.
"Shh, no more talking, baby." He covers your mouth with his hand, his other roaming down to your core, rubbing his fingers against your soaked panties.
"I'm going to ravage this body until you forget your name." He rips open your skirt, sending threads flying as he exposes you in lace panties. San's large hands grip your thighs and lift you, carrying you over to the wooden table. He sets you down and forcefully spreads your legs apart, ripping your panties away. Your eyes are wide, and you are left speechless. Usually, the moments leading up to sex were passionate and sensual, but tonight this felt territorial.
"Look at that, so fucking wet for me."
“Fuck- Sannie,” you let out an exasperated moan as his ring and middle fingertips caressed the outside of your core.
"Fuck is right, baby." He rubs his fingers against your clit, watching as it swells and throbs under his touch. "I'm going to fuck you so good on this table, your juices will be dripping down your thighs when I'm done."
“Goddamn San-,“ you were suddenly cut off when San started to rub his fingers on your clit. You watch as he chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting mischievously behind his mask. You can tell he loves how your moans cut off your words. He increases the pressure on your clit, his touch demanding and possessive. Your broken moans echoed throughout the cabin.
Both of your shadows are cast on the wall from the dim fireplace. Your legs are hicked up and resting on the side of his waist, his hand is between your legs, and you’re both staring at each other. The big bad wolf looms over you as your back arches, your hips bucking into his hand.
"That's right, baby, move your hips just like that," San encourages, his voice laced with desire.
San watches intently as his fingers slide inside of you, your pussy clenching around them greedily. Your lips instantly part, and a faint moan escapes as your eyes roll back. You are left speechless as he watches in delight, his fingers pumping in and out of you and his thumb rubbing your clit at a frantic pace.
"Look at you, so fucking desperate for it. You're mine, and I will make sure you never forget it."
“Sannie. Please,” you beg, your pussy clenching tighter around his fingers.
"Please, what, my Little Red?" San purrs, his fingers never ceasing their relentless pace. "Tell me what you need." He leans close, his masked face inches from yours, as he curls his fingers particularly deep. "Beg for my cock like a good girl."
“Please. I need you to ruin me!” you eagerly whine, your breath hitched as you meet his gaze.
"Good girl," San praises, his voice gravelly with desire. He withdraws his fingers and quickly unbuckles his pants, letting his dick spring free. He grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge of the table, aligning himself with your entrance.
"Here's what you wanted, baby."
You bite your lip and rub your soaked core against his tip. San's breath hitches, his face contorting with pleasure under the mask.
"Fuck, you're so wet," San groans, feeling your juices coat his tip. He teases you with the head of his cock, rubbing it along your entrance and circling your clit. He softly slaps his dick against your clit, causing you to inhale sharply.
“Stop teasing me, baby,” you whine. A soft chuckle vibrates out of San’s throat as he realigns himself with your entrance.
"Now, you're going to get what you asked for." With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside of you, the table creaking beneath you. You throw your head back, your mouth wide open, and your eyes roll back. You feel the muscles in your core tighten at the sudden feeling of him buried inside of you. San chuckles darkly and slams his thick, heavy cock inside you in another brutal thrust. He watches as your face contorts with pleasure.
"There's a good girl, take Daddy's cock." He starts pounding into you relentlessly, his balls slapping against your ass with each deep thrust causing an array of moans to escape your lips. San grabs your waist and starts fucking you even harder, the table creaking beneath you.
"This is what you needed, huh? To be ruined by me?" He pulls out and slams back in, bottoming out inside of you repeatedly.
“Yes. Yes. This is what I needed,” you yelled, staccato moans filtering throughout the cabin with each thrust.
San trails his hand up your curves before wrapping his hand around your throat. He pushes you back slightly to where you barely hover over the table. Your elbows rest behind you, anchoring you to get a good view of him fucking into you. His hand squeezes tighter around your throat as you move your knees closer to your chest.
"Fuck yes, take it!" San snarls, sweat beading on his brow as he continues his relentless pace. His fingers find your clit again, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bud as he pounds into your soaked cunt. Loud moans and groans echo throughout the cabin. The wooden table creaked violently with every rough and hard thrust.
"Louder, baby, I want every creature in this forest to know who’s pleasing you right now," San ordered, his pace quickening. He releases his hold on your throat and grips your knees instead, pushing them further back and spreading you wider. "Look at how well you're taking me, my Little Red."
You scream out to the heavens above as San hits that sweet spot within your core. The rapid thrust causing both of your hands to form into tight fists. If San weren't holding you open, you would have clamped your legs together from the amount of pleasure that was resonating throughout your body. Your pussy clenched around his cock, forcefully sucking him deeper into you.
"That's it, scream for me, baby," San groans, his hips snapping against yours with inhuman speed and force. The wet squelch of your pussy being stretched and filled echoes obscenely in the room. "Fuck, your pussy is gripping me so tight."
“Sannie, I can’t take it fuck,” you yell, your eyes closing shut and your fingers digging into the wood table, feeling yourself close to reaching an orgasm. San's hand tightens around your throat, cutting off your air supply slightly as he pounds into you.
"Not until I say so, baby." He leans forward, his face inches from yours as he speaks. "You're gonna come when I say you can, not a second before."
Another loud moan tries to escape your lips but is cut off by him squeezing tighter around your throat.
“It’s too much, baby,” you whine as his tip kisses your cervix repeatedly. San's eyes gleam behind his mask as he watches you struggle for breath. He speeds up his thrusts, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room.
"Too much what, baby? Too much pressure? Too much girth? Too much love?"
“Yes, yes, all of it fuck baby. I’m so close, please let me cum,” you beg, hoping he will have mercy on you just this once. San releases your throat, allowing you to gasp for air as he continues to fuck you mercilessly.
"Be a good girl and cum for me."
He reaches down and rubs circles on your clit, and that sends you over the edge. You moan his name repeatedly as if it’s a chant, as if you are worshipping your god. Your back arches, and your hips roll forward, pressing your core closer to him. You claw at the wooden table, visible marks forming on the varnishing. You start to see stars as he continues to pound into you. Your walls clench vigorously around his cock, causing San to let out a guttural moan.
San's eyes roll back as he feels your pussy milking his cock. He buries himself deep inside you, his tip pressing against your cervix as he holds still, allowing you to milk his cock for all it's worth. Without a warning, San released deep inside your throbbing pussy as your body jerks.
“Y/n, shit!” He yells.
Your eyes are completely shut for a moment, trying to savor the feeling of San completely destroying you. San glides his hands along your body, his dick twitching inside of you. You whine as you feel him pull out, his cum leaking from your core and dripping onto the wood floor. Your eyes flutter open, and you see San removing the wolf mask. His hair is drenched, and he looks so drunk off of you.
“That’s enough about me. Now it’s time for me to bow to my queen,” he says before getting on his knees and pressing his lips against your dripping core. You moan, and your eyes roll back when you feel San’s tongue shoot out and lap your cum filled entrance. He licks all the way up to your clit, flicking his tongue lightly. He licks up all the cum leaking from your pussy and then spits it against your core before sucking it back up. He then starts to suck on your clit, causing your head to spin. He moans against your core as he tastes you, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open as he devours your pussy like a man starved.
You sit up and look down as he feasts on you. You see his hands digging into your skin and his eyes completely locked onto yours.
“Mmm, there’s that sexy face I love to see,” you whimper as he flicks his tongue on your sensitive clit.
“Your face gets so wet from being buried deep into my pussy. I love it when you worship me, Sannie,” you groan, grabbing onto his hair and pushing him deeper into your core. San lets out a muffled moan against you, his fingers tightening on your thighs. His tongue thrusts in and out of you in a rhythm that matches the pulsing of his hands on your skin.
"And I love worshipping you, baby," San expresses quickly against your pussy.
“Fuck, just like that,” you praise. San's tongue lashes out, lapping at your entrance before he draws your swollen bud into his mouth and sucks. He releases it with a popping sound before he buries his face against your core and moans, the vibrations making you tremble.
“San, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum,” you groan, looking down at him with hooded eyes.
San grins mischievously against your wet pussy, his eyes glinting with intent. He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he redoubles his efforts, his mouth working overtime to coax a gushing release from your core.
"Then come for me, baby."
“Mmm,” you hum, throwing your head back. Your fingers are still held tight on his hair as you grind against his tongue. He alters between sucking and flicking on your clit, the sensation making you dizzy. You feel your release creeping up until your core snaps, and you start to cum. The feeling was too overwhelming as San continued to suck, making your core tighten around nothing.
Without warning, you start to squirt due to overstimulation. San let out a satisfied hum as he felt your warm release gush onto his face. He grins as he watches you come apart at the seams, your body convulsing as it releases wave after wave of your juices onto his face. He looks up at you with a smirk.
“It was a pleasure to please you, my queen," he expresses before kissing your throbbing pussy gently.
He gets up off his knees and presses a passionate kiss on your lips. You moan in ecstasy as you kiss him back eagerly, running your hands along his neck and jaw.
San's arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. He loves how you taste your nectar on his lips. He smiles against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip.
"We’re going to have to figure out how to get all this off the floor," San chuckled before looking at the large puddle on the wooden floor.
“We can figure that out after round 2,” you say, pulling away from his embrace and shuffling to the bed. You feel the heat radiate from your ass as he slaps it. The loud smack echoed through the cabin.
stalker!Seonghwa x fem!reader (dark romance/horror)
summary• the heavy deadlines are no joke and you are constantly packed with work. You stay after work to catch up on some files when you come across Seonghwa. After your interaction that day your mind is filled with him and only him. Little did you know that his mind is filled with you and so is the scrapbook that lays next to his bed.
warnings• angst, stalking, mental manipulation, crying, breakdown, fear, smut, masturbation, voyeurism, pet names, stripping, praise kink, penetration, unprotected sex, filthy dirty talking, sloppy oral (fem&masc!recieving), choking/gagging, biting, spitting, slapping/spanking, cum eating, rough sex, cream pie, after care. (lmk if I forgot something!)
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w/c• 11.2k
a/n• I wanna start by saying that this might trigger many of you so please do not interact if any of the warnings sound like they would mentally put you in a dark space!!! Your mental health matters!!! It is officially the month of Halloween and this is the last member of the OT8 saga!!! I plan on making another one for October (hopefully). All I will say is that Demon Line is gonna bless your feed this October. I also want to thank @rems-writing, @itsnotmydejavu, and @xomakara for helping me with ideas and giving me feedback! Anyway, my inbox is always open! Happy reading!
It was another Friday evening and the automatic lights in the office shut off. You looked at the clock beside your desk and sighed, “Almost done just 20 more documents to go through.” Working in one of the most popular accounting and auditing companies in South Korea came with a lot of demands and deadlines. Today was one of those nights where you stayed many hours after your shift was done. Throughout the day you saw people funnel out of the office at 5 pm. It was now 7:00 pm and you looked up to see the sun dimming down. You looked through the large glass window and started to question your purpose.
You quickly brushed away your thoughts and got out of your rolling chair. You made your way to the breakroom and made yourself a cup of coffee. You turned on the coffee maker and tossed the old coffee down the drain. You placed the kettle back in, put a coffee pod into the machine, and pressed start. You waited patiently, thinking about random things that came to your mind. You paced the room, looking at the magnets in the fridge that people have put there over the years. You smile at the fond memories before the coffee machine beeps, indicating that it is done. You grabbed your mug and poured yourself some coffee. You didn’t put anything in it, you left it black.
You turned around and saw a shadow pass through the glass door causing you to instantly tensed up and suppress a scream. You pull back your sleeve and look at your clock, trying to rationalize who it is. “It’s okay. The janitor is still here. That’s who it is. The janitor,” you whisper to yourself in an attempt to calm yourself down. You reluctantly walk out of the door, your heart racing. You held your breath as you looked around but you saw no one. The air in the office space was still, instilling you to relax a bit.
You start to walk back to your desk when you realize that someone’s cubicle is illuminating light. You walk over thinking that someone left their computer on which was common when people would leave in a hurry. You turn the corner and see the computer on, and papers scattered on the desk. You reach out to turn off the computer after making sure the document is saved.
“You’re y/n right?” You heard a male voice say behind you. You jump causing some of your coffee to fling out of your cup and onto the floor. You turned around quickly and saw a tall man in a suit with long black hair that framed his face perfectly.
“Holy shit you scared the shit out of me,” you laughed, placing your hand on your chest. You take a few deep breaths before chuckling to yourself and looking up at him.
“Sorry for scaring you,” He says and puts the coffee cup on the desk.
“It’s okay, just don’t do that again,” you say trying to calm down your heart rate. “I see you're enjoying the coffee,” you joke pointing at the coffee cup in his hand.
“It’s not too bad,” he says before taking another sip. “You’re working late I see.”
You nod and shrug your shoulders, sighing. “Yeah, I have to get this paperwork finished. I’m almost done which is good.” You pause for a moment before speaking again. “You’re Seonghwa?” you ask squinting your eyes.
“Yes that’s me,” Seonghwa says, smiling brightly. He walks closer to you and you notice his tall and broad frame. “You didn’t recognize me huh? That’s a bit disappointing.” He chuckles softly and runs his fingers along the handle of his mug.
“I mean I have seen you around the office and our boss always has good things to say about you. I just couldn’t tell, it’s kinda dark in here,” you chuckle, admiring his beautifully sculpted face.
“I never understood why they turned off the lights when they know some of us are here late. Did you need any help with your work?” He asked before running his hands along his chair, pulling it from under the desk. You could see he was willing to help but your heart said otherwise.
“No Seonghwa it’s okay, I’m almost done anyway. I really appreciate the offer though,” You say smiling before sipping your coffee. “I should go get this done, I’ll talk to you later Seonghwa. I’ll see you around?”
“Of course, see you around,” he says as he watches you leave and go back to your cubicle. He pulls out his phone and starts typing away, a small smirk on his face.
You sit back down at your desk and start to work. You get these papers done as fast as possible trying to look over mistakes along the way. You were genuinely exhausted and you started to consider Seonghwa's offer of helping you but you pushed it aside. Your mind was filled with numbers but lingering thoughts arose about Seonghwa. You thought about how attractive he was up close. The way his slender fingers touched his cup and his chair and how good they would look touching you. You quickly brushed away your horny thoughts and got back to work. Let’s not think about dick while we are at work.
“Finally,” you said to yourself before grabbing your laptop bag and gathering all your items. You sling your bag around your shoulder and look up at Seonghwa’s cubical. His light was still on indicating that he was still working. Before you walked out of the office you glanced at Seonghwa, his hair falling onto his face as he focused on his work. He averted his eyes and smiled at you, causing you to smile back.
Seonghwa waited awhile before he turned off the light and left the office. He saw you drive off and he quickly got into his car. He followed you home, his car a couple of car lengths behind yours. He watched as you went into your duplex. You got ready for bed as usual before you laid down and drifted off to sleep from exhaustion. He watched as your lights went on and then off. He sat in his car staring at the window.
He waited until you were asleep before he got out of his car and walked toward your duplex. He quietly makes his way to your window and peers inside, seeing you sleeping peacefully. He pulls out his camera and takes a picture of you. This was a daily ritual for Seonghwa. To follow you home and bask in your beauty without you knowing. He mainly did it at night so he could watch you for hours. Just sleeping peacefully in your home.
Today was the first time you met Seonghwa. But for Seonghwa this was the thousandth time that he has seen you. He remembers the first time you walked into the office. You looked so clueless but determined to work. He liked that about you. But what he loved most was watching you smile. You did it the most when you were asleep. As he watches you sleep he thinks about what you could be dreaming about. He takes new pictures of you as you toss and turn in your sleep, enjoying the way the moon shined on you.
He continues to watch you, taking more pictures and videos. He loves the way your hair falls across your face as you sleep, the way your lips part slightly, and the soft rise and fall of your chest. He goes home before anyone notices that he has been there. He gets to his house and prints off the pictures he took of you. He opens his scrapbook and glues the pictures of you on the pages.
He sits on the edge of the bed just admiring you. He flips through the pages looking at all the pictures he has taken over time. He sighs as he thinks about how gorgeous you looked when you did the simplest of things like go to the grocery store, clean your house, cook, watch TV, and shower. He was there for most of the moments. He always liked the weekends because he could follow you around all day. Admiring your beauty.
Seonghwa’s obsession with you grew each day. He would often daydream about you during meetings, pretending to take notes but instead drawing your face over and over again. He would sometimes go to the break room just to hear your voice as you talked to your coworkers. He was obsessed with you and no one would take you away from him.
You walk around the flea market looking at the farmer's fresh produce. You picked up a few peppers and tomatoes when you looked up and saw Seonghwa. Without hesitation, you walk up to him. “Hey, I haven’t seen you here before! How are you?” you speak in a cheerful tone. His heart skips a beat as he hears your voice. He quickly turns around, his eyes wandering along your frame, admiring the green cottage core dress that hugged your body. He quickly puts on a friendly smile, trying to act natural. You look at his outfit and smile. He wears a black and white striped shirt with black pants. On his feet are black loafers and around his neck is a digital camera.
“Hey, I'm good. Just browsing around. I've never been to this flea market before, so I thought I'd check it out.”
“Well, you are more than welcome to join me every Sunday. That’s if you’d like. I don’t want to force anything on you,” you smile being polite to him. Little did you know he knew that you came here every Sunday. He had countless pictures of you with your cute strawberry tote bag.
“I’d love to join you. I’ll bring coffee next time. what’s your favorite type of coffee?” Seonghwa asks, feeling giddy. He already knew your favorite type of coffee, he knew what you liked in it too.
“On days like this, I absolutely love iced coffee.”
“Iced coffee it is then.” Seonghwa pulls out his phone and pretends to make a note, but in reality, he’s typing nothing at all.
“I see you brought your camera. Do you often do photography?” you ask pointing at the camera strapped around his neck. You admire his fingers as they fidget with the lens.
“Yeah, it’s just a hobby of mine. I like capturing scenery.” Seonghwa’s eyes flicker with unsaid words. “Most of my photos are of nature,” Seonghwa says, telling only half the truth.
“Could you take a picture of me? You can add it to your gallery of nature,” you giggled, posing with your strawberry tote bag and picking vegetables and fruits. Seonghwa forces a smile before lifting his camera and taking a few shots of you. He looks at the images and smiles to himself.
“Don’t be shy let me see it!” you said giddy waddling next to Seonghwa.
Seonghwa hesitates for a moment before nodding and handing you his camera. He watches as you look through the pictures, his heart pounding in his chest. He hopes you don’t notice the countless photos he took of you before today. Seonghwa's eyes follow your every move.
You smile at the pictures he took and hand him back the camera. “Those are really good Seonghwa. Could you send those to me, please? Here I’ll give you my number,” you said reaching into your bag and pulling out a pen and paper. You write down your number and give it to him. Seonghwa takes the paper, his hands slightly shaking.
“I’ll send them to you later.” He puts the paper in his pocket, carefully folded. “Let’s keep shopping.”
Throughout the next few hours, you walk around together and pick up fresh produce. You both talk about your favorite things to do and he opens up to you about his life. You feel this connection with Seonghwa and you have no idea why. He understands you on a whole other level. It’s almost like you both have known each other for years.
“I don’t hang out with people outside of work. You’re the first one that I’ve actually been out and about with. It’s nice,” you say the autumn wind picking up causing the remaining leaves on the tree to fall.
“I don’t go out much either. You're the first person I've spent time with like this in a long time.” Seonghwa says, his breath visible in the cool air. He looks at you as the leaves fall around you. You smile as he lifts his camera and takes a picture of you. Your heart starts to swell as he looks at the picture smiling.
“Let me take a picture of you Seonghwa,” you say softly, reaching out for the camera.
He hands you the camera, his eyes never leaving yours. “Okay,” he says softly. You raise the camera and snap a picture of him. Through the lens, he looks even more handsome, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. You smile from ear to ear as you look at the picture and then hand him back the camera.
“Thank you for today Seonghwa,” you look at him for a minute. “And thank you for walking me to my car,” you say taking out your keys.
“Anytime,” he trails off. He wants to ask for a hug or even a kiss, but he holds back. He doesn’t want to scare you off. “Text me when you get home, please?”
“Yeah, I will thanks, remember to send me those pictures. I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”
“I will… See you tomorrow.” Seonghwa watches as you get in your car and drive away. He stands there, in the parking lot, until your car disappears from sight. Then he gets in his own car and drives home, his heart racing with the excitement of finally getting close to you.
You walk into work with a smile on your face. You start it as normal as usual, grabbing a coffee and going to your desk. When you get to your desk you see an iced coffee and a card next to it. You smile to yourself before opening the card. “Dinner at my place Friday night? -Seonghwa.” You chuckled to yourself before taking the iced coffee and going to Seonghwa’s cubicle. He looks up as you approach his cubicle, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Morning,” he says, his eyes darting to the coffee in your hand. “I see you found my note.” He leans back in his chair, watching you.
“Yes I did,” you grinned looking at him and then at the ground. “Dinner this Friday at your place sounds like a good plan,” you agree shyly, everting your eyes back up at him. Seonghwa's face lights up with joy.
“Really?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper. He can't believe you said yes. “I'll cook! I mean, if that's okay with you,” He rambles, nervous but excited.
“Of course, that is okay with me!” you express flashing him a cute smile. You glance around before getting closer to him and leaning down to whisper in his ear. “And thank you so much for the iced coffee.” Seonghwa's face turns a light shade of pink at your close proximity. He can smell your perfume, and it's driving him crazy.
“You're welcome,” he whispers back. He wishes you would stay close forever, but you pull away and he's left craving more.
“I’ll see you later Seonghwa, I have to get some work done. And now I have to be extra focused since I’ll be with you Friday night.” He nods eagerly as he watches as you walk away, his eyes glued to your figure. He turns back to his computer, a goofy grin plastered on his face. He's like a love-struck teenager, infatuated with you.
Throughout the whole week, you complete as much paperwork as possible and attentively listen to every meeting you are in. When you have small breaks you go to chat with Seonghwa. You learn about Seonghwas's photography collection and his massive collection of Legos. You learn more about his family and where he is from. You feel so comfortable with Seonghwa that you talk to him about your past and your struggles. In this little time you have known him you were head over heels for him. No man has ever understood you as he does.
It was now Thursday evening and it was late. You caught up with all your work for the week but Seonghwa on the other hand was behind. You stayed a little bit later just to get everything done so you wouldn’t have any work to do tomorrow, just meetings. You get up from your cubicle, the automatic lights in the building going off. You walk over to Seonghwa’s cubicle and see him typing away. He was so focused on his screen. He had his black wire glasses on which made him look extremely attractive to you. “You still working?”
Seonghwa looks up from his computer, his eyes meeting yours. “Yeah,” he sighs, rubbing his temples. “I'm so behind,” He blinks a few times, his eyes tired from staring at the screen for so long. “What are you still doing here?”
“I just got done with my paperwork for the week. And I just wanted to finish it up so I didn’t have any paperwork to do on Friday,” you say, looking at the stack of reports pilled onto his desk.
“Oh,” he says softly, taking off his glasses and setting them down on his desk. “Well I still have a lot to do,” he says, looking more stressed than usual, his demeanor towards you was standoffish. He wasn't like his usual self but you tried to continue to be cheerful and optimistic.
“I can always come to help you Seonghwa. Then after we can leave and have that dinner you were talking about,” you smile but his expression doesn’t waver. You look at him for a moment trying to search for any emotion other than frustration. “Seonghwa. I know you’re irritated but just know I’m here to help you when you need me,” you express before putting your fingers under his chin, guiding his gaze to you. “Oh look at you, you’re so exhausted,” you pout, rubbing your thumb against his cheek softly. Seonghwa's expression softens and he leans into your touch, craving more of it.
“I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you. I'm just. Frustrated.” He sighs, his shoulders slumping.
“It’s okay, you are working hard. I see how stressed you are and I just want to make it better,” you softly say matching his gaze.
On the surface, Seonghwa looked to be stressed out about work but the truth is he was stressed because he didn’t get to see you sleeping. He didn’t get to take pictures of you because of work and it was driving him insane. Only being able to see you at work wasn’t enough. He wanted to be outside your window admiring you every single night but he couldn’t do that. He was swamped with work this week and he had to meet this deadline.
You’ve never seen someone so vulnerable till this moment. You felt bad and you didn’t know what to do. You grab onto his hand and pull him out of his rolling chair. You wrap your arms around his neck and stand on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear. “Seonghwa, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be stressed out like this. Will this make it somewhat better?” you say before kissing him softly causing Seonghwa's heart to skip a beat. He feels like he's in heaven, and for a moment, all his stress and frustration melt away. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close, returning the kiss with a soft sigh.
"Maybe," he says, his words barely above a whisper.
“Seonghwa I really like you,” you express looking up at him.
“I like you too, a lot,” he trails off, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “And not just because you’re beautiful. But because you understand me like no one else does.”
“I feel the same way,” you confess, cupping his face and bringing him in for another kiss. Seonghwa smiles against your lips, deepening the kiss. His hands wander to your back, caressing it softly. Seonghwa smiles into the kiss, happier than he's ever been.
“Tomorrow I can help you with your paperwork since I have nothing to do tomorrow. Then we can go back to your place and have our dinner,” you whisper tucking his long hair behind his ear causing Seonghwa's heart to swell from your touch.
“Okay,” he says softly, nuzzling into your hand. He's glad that you're offering to help him, but he also feels bad for imposing on your time off. “Are you sure?” He questions, causing you to look into his eyes and then press your forehead against his.
“Seonghwa I’m sure, you don’t have to do it alone,” you say caressing his arm. You feel a warmth spread through your hand as the tips of your fingers make contact with him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close.
“Thank you,” he says softly, burying his face in your neck. You reach up and run your fingers up the back of his head and through his hair. You nod in response to his thank you before speaking, “I should go home. Don’t stay here all night okay? I’ll text you when I get home.”
“Mhm,” he hums softly, nuzzling his face further into your neck. “I won't, I’ll leave after I’m done with this folder. Drive safe for me okay?” he says, smoothing down your hair.
“I will be safe promise. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say before pulling away from the hug. Your hands linger on him, not wanting to let go. You kiss his cheek before turning around and waving at him with a cute pout. Seonghwa watches you walk away, his heart feeling full. He sits back down at the desk, trying to focus on the paperwork, but his mind keeps wandering back to you. He finishes up the folder and turns off his computer. He sighs and looks at a picture of you that he has of you on his phone. Admiring how gorgeous you look, smiling to himself knowing that you will be in his presence all of tomorrow.
When he gets back home he looks at the leather scrapbook, looking at pictures that he took of you in the pool during the summertime. His mind races at the idea of you possibly giving him what he has been waiting for. He grows hard as he looks at the way your boobs look in your bikini. He starts to breath heavy as he pulls his dick out and starts to stroke himself. He holds the scrapbook in one hand and his dick in the other. He moans your name until he cums all over the pictures of you. He laughs to himself when he is done knowing that your hand will be replacing his soon.
“Holy shit we did it Seonghwa,” you exclaim looking at your watch. “And it’s only 4:30 pm!” You said bouncing in the rolling chair next to his desk. It was finally the end of the day and you were both eager to get back to Seonghwa’s house to hang out and have dinner together. The week felt long but it was worth it especially since you both get to spend extra time with each other outside of work.
Seonghwa grins at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "We make a great team," he says, packing up his laptop and putting on his coat. "Let's get out of here. I'm starving." He offers you his hand to help you up from the chair. You take his hand and squeeze it tightly before placing the rolling chair back where you found it.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” you smile, making Seonghwa’s heart flutter. You both walk to your cars parked right next to each other. “I’ll follow you okay!” you say giving him a thumbs up. Seonghwa chuckles and then smiles before he gets into his car and starts it. You do the same, your heart pounding in your chest at the idea of finally going to his house. He pulls out of the parking lot and you follow him.
He drives carefully, keeping an eye on the rearview mirror to make sure you're still behind him. He's nervous about you coming over, wanting everything to be perfect. As he pulls into his driveway, he lets out a sigh of relief. You park your car next to his and turn off your car. You get out and walk towards his vehicle, your heels clicking against the pavement. He steps out of his car, his coat flapping in the wind. He walks over to you and takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together.
"Come on, let's get inside," he says softly, leading you up the steps to his front door. You squeeze his hand tightly, a shit-eating grin plastered onto your face.
“Such a nice house. You should have brought me here sooner,” you express as Seonghwa takes out his keys and unlocks the door. He chuckles at your comment, opening the door and ushering you inside.
"I agree," he says, closing the door behind you. "But better late than never, right?" He hangs up his coat and helps you out of yours, hanging it up as well. “Make yourself at home.” With that you start to take off your heels at the door, your bare skin touching the hardwood floor. For a moment you admire the way the floor looks, lost in the wood grain. You suddenly look up and see Seonghwa holding up a bouquet of peonies. Your eyes grow wide for a minute before blinking rapidly.
“Seonghwa these are beautiful, you didn’t have to get me these,” you gasp reaching out for them and pouting slightly. You lean down and smell them your heart warming up and your mind swelling with memories. “How did you know I liked peonies Seonghwa?” You smile looking at him with admiration.
Seonghwa blushes slightly, averting his gaze. "I didn’t know you like peonies. They just reminded me of you and I decided to get them,” he lied, plastering a sincere smile across his face. In reality, he looked through your Facebook to find a picture of you when you were young, standing in front of peonies at your grandmother's house. He chose those because he knew you would have an emotional response to them.
“They are gorgeous Seonghwa thank you,” you express pulling him into a hug, causing him to smile. Knowing that what he did worked. He ran his fingers down your back and pulled you closer to his body. You took this as a signal to kiss him. You pressed your lips against his in a tender kiss. Seonghwa's arms wrap around you, holding you tightly against his chest as he returns the kiss, his lips moving softly against yours. After a moment, he gently pulls away, his hands still resting on your waist.
"I'm glad you like them," he says, his voice low and warm. You giggle, pressing a small peck on his cheek.
“Let’s put them in some water,” you say before pulling away and walking to his kitchen. Seonghwa watches you walk away, his eyes never leaving your figure. He loved the way that tight dress looked on you, hugging your curves in all the right places. His thoughts were cloudy, he couldn't help but think that you wore that dress on purpose. To fuck with him, to toy with his desires for you.
He follows you into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he watches you fill a vase with water and arrange the flowers. After putting the flowers in the vase you walk up to Seonghwa and rest your arms on his shoulders. He instinctively places his hands on your waist and you gaze into each other's eyes for a moment. Both of your bodies swaying back and forth.
“So what are we having for dinner,” you say, breaking the silence. Seonghwa grins squeezing your waist tightly.
“How does sundubu jjigae sound? I also bought some odeng yesterday to go with it,” he smiles knowing that’s your favorite dish to eat causing you to raise an eyebrow in surprise. You never told him you liked sundubu jjigae, but you just figured that it was a coincidence since it was a popular dish.
“That sounds amazing Seonghwa,” you whisper kissing him softly. He returns the kiss eagerly, his hands squeezing your waist gently.
"Great," he murmurs against your lips before pulling away. "I'll start on the sundubu jjigae. Why don't you go relax in the living room? I'll call you when dinner's ready."
You pull away and squeeze his hand, reluctantly leaving the kitchen. You wanted to help make food with him but you didn’t want to protest against it. You sit in the living room and turn on the TV, trying to occupy your mind.
As Seonghwa cooks, he hums softly to himself, stirring the ingredients together in the large pot. He glances at the clock, satisfied with how quickly things are progressing. As the jjigae begins to bubble, he turns off the heat and calls out to you.
"It's ready!" you hear Seonghwa yell from the kitchen.
You get up from the couch and make your way to the kitchen. Once you enter he’s already seated at the table with everything set out for both of you to eat. You both smile brightly as you walk over to him and sit down right next to him.
“The food looks good Seonghwa,” you compliment before pressing your lips against his cheek, your lips lingering on his skin. His face flushes slightly at the gentle kiss on his cheek, his heart skipping a beat. He picks up his spoon and begins to eat, encouraging you to do the same. As you both eat, he notices how much you enjoy the food, your eyes lighting up with each bite.
You both continue to eat, enjoying each other's company. You look at the bottle of wine and your eyes gaze at the label. “Oh wow even my favorite wine,” you chuckle holding up a bottle of white wine. You pour both of you a glass and you lift yours. “Here’s to the weekend?” Seonghwa smiles warmly and clinks his glass against yours.
"To the weekend," he echoes, taking a sip of the wine. His eyes never leave yours, admiring your beauty over the rim of his glass. As you both continue to eat and drink, the atmosphere grows more relaxed and intimate.
After you are both done eating you look at Seonghwa. At this time the tension between both of you was present. You were both alone, with no other coworkers and no cubical walls in the way. You were needy for his touch and you didn’t know what to do. Your heart was telling you to make love to him but your mind was thinking otherwise. The alcohol wasn’t helping causing you to become slightly tipsy. While he was eating you couldn’t help but look at his slender and long fingers as he held his spoon. The way they grasped onto the wine glass so elegantly. You took your wine and drank all of it in one fellow swoop. Seonghwa looked at you and awed at the way your neck was sculpted. His mind clouded with thoughts of how you would look with his dick down your throat. You looked Seonghwa in his eyes as you rubbed his thigh. Your heart was racing but you wanted him so fucking bad.
Seonghwa's eyes meet yours, his own pupils dilating as he watches you rub his thigh. He swallows hard, his voice husky as he asks, "What are you thinking about?" He places his hand over yours, intertwining their fingers as he slowly moves your hand higher up his thigh. You swallowed hard not wanting to tell him the naughty things you wish he would do to you. Instead, you switched your focus, squeezing his thigh slightly.
“What are you thinking about?” you say, your gaze lingering on his lips before shifting back to his eyes.
Leaning in close, Seonghwa's warm breath fans against your ear as he whispers, "I'm thinking about how much I want to make love to you right now." His hand on yours guides it even higher, bringing it to rest over the growing bulge in his pants. You smile and bite your lower lip to his response. You can feel your body getting hotter by the second. You rub your hand against his growing dick, feeling how long he is under your fingertips causing his breathing to hitch.
“What else Seonghwa?”
"I want to hear you moan my name as I pleasure you. I want to bury my face between your thighs and make you come apart."
“Oh Seonghwa,” you gasp, your heart rate becoming faster as you listen to what he just said.
Seonghwa's hand tightens around yours, pressing it firmly against his throbbing cock. He grinds against your palm, his eyes locked with yours. Seonghwa's hand leaves yours, and he begins to slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest. "I want you to touch me, to explore my body," he murmurs, his eyes locked onto yours. "I want you to know what it feels like to be with me." You move your hands up to his chest and rub softly. You start to kiss his neck, humming slightly as you feel his pulse against your lips. Seonghwa leans his head to the side to give you better access, he lets out a soft moan at your gentle kisses.
“I’d love to explore you Seonghwa,” you whisper against his neck.
"Please, touch me everywhere," he begs softly, his body trembling slightly under your hands. He reaches up to caress your thigh, gently tracing patterns on your skin. "Please," he begs softly, "Please let me take you to the bedroom. I need you."
“Yes please,” you say causing both of you to get up from your chairs. Seonghwa then sweeps you off your feet and carries you to his bedroom. Once you reach the room he lets you down and starts to kiss you passionately.
Seonghwa's kisses are urgent and passionate, his hands roaming your body as he walks you backward towards the bed. He breaks the kiss only to speak against your lips, "I want to touch every inch of you." As you kiss him passionately, he slowly begins to undress you. His hands unzip your dress and push it off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet. He breaks the kiss only to trail his lips down your neck and collarbone, his hands caressing your curves.
You let out a few gasps at his eager kissing causing you to press your thighs together. You reach out and start to unbutton the rest of his shirt. You tugged at his sleeves which signaled him to take off his shirt completely. You run your hands down his chest and to his abs as he desperately kisses your neck. The room fills with your needy whimpers and you trail your fingers down to his belt, unbuckling it quickly. His hands move up to cup your boobs, squeezing them gently. He hums against your neck, biting softly as he feels your fingers unbutton and unzip his pants. You push them down, letting them hit the ground. You run your fingers against his shaft causing him to moan against your skin before he presses his lips against yours in a searing kiss.
His hands roam your body as he tries to remove the rest of your clothing. He gently squeezes your boobs before he breaks the kiss to tug your bra off, discarding it on the floor. He curls his long slender fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs, and steps out of his pants. He kisses your jaw and neck before lifting you and placing you on the edge of his bed. He takes a minute to worship your body, placing kisses down your neck to your hardened peeks. He kisses your nipples softly causing you to let out a needful whine.
“Seonghwa I’m so wet,” you whimper, squeezing your thighs together to suppress the overwhelming throbbing. Seonghwa's eyes look down, his hands reaching to nudge your thighs apart. He drops to his knees in front of you, his face hovering over your dripping core. He inhales deeply, his nose buried in your pussy, before licking you from bottom to top in one long stroke.
“Fuuuck,” you breathe out, a long desperate moan escaping your lips as you feel his long tongue run circles against your clit. You grip onto his sheets and look down, your eyes meeting. He was looking up at you from between your thighs, his tongue continuing its slow licking.
"You taste so good, my love," he murmurs, his eyes locked with yours. He slips two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards as his tongue returns to lavish attention on your swollen bud. You moan his name, trembling slightly as he pleases you. Your head spiraled at the sight of him. You were so sensitive, not being with someone for a long time progressed this pleasure. Seonghwa increases his pace, his fingers pumping into you as his mouth suctions onto your core. He watches as your face contorts with pleasure, your eyes fluttering closed.
"Look at me," he demands, his voice muffled against your flesh. Your eyes slowly open, as you move your hand behind his head. You start to softly grind against his fingers and face, moaning in ecstasy as he meets your gaze.
“J-just like that Seonghwa,” you whimper trying to catch your breath. He hums against your core, his fingers beckoning inside of you as his mouth seals around your throbbing nub. He maintains eye contact as you tighten around his fingers, your breathing hitching as your face scrunches up with pleasure.
“Fuck don’t stop,” you breathe, watching how he sucks on your swollen clit. Seonghwa doesn't stop, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony. The room fills with slurping sounds and your desperate needy moans. You can feel your walls starting to tremble around his fingers as he sucks harder on your clit. He knows you're close, so he adds a third finger, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside of you. You let out an eager broken moan, throwing your head back and grasping his hair tighter. He removed his fingers, replacing his fingers with his long tongue. You felt his tongue delve deep into your pussy making your back arch, causing Seonghwa to moan against your core. You whimper his name and press his head down further, wanting to feel him lick your walls further. Your pussy clenches around his invading tongue as he caresses your walls. His nose was gliding against your throbbing clit, eager to be sucked again. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open as he devours you.
He removes his tongue out of your pussy and rubs his fingers along your sensitive bud. He spits on your pussy before slurping it back up and lapping his tongue along your clit again. A long guttural moan escapes your lips as he starts to suck again. Seonghwa's hands tighten on your thighs as he buries his face in your soaked core, his tongue lashing against your swollen bud. He can hear your ragged breaths and desperate moans, egging him on as you buck against his face.
“I’m going to cum don’t stop,” you moan feeling your core tighten. Seonghwa's response is muffled against your flesh as he redoubles his efforts, sucking harder and faster on your sensitive clit. He feels your fingers tighten in his hair and your thighs clamp around his head as you reach the peak of your pleasure.
You let go of his hair and grasp tightly onto the sheets. Your eyes roll back and the loud moan of his name fills the room as you cum. Your core tightens and your pussy starts to tremble. You quickly start to close your thighs around Seonghwa’s head but he pushes them open. Pressing your knees against your chest forcefully. He keeps sucking on your clit causing your body to shake involuntarily. You moan his name repeatedly like a mantra as you watch him continue to suckle and lap at your sensitive clit, drawing out every last wave of pleasure. He can feel your juices flooding his mouth and chin as your body convulses.
Your body goes limp as he pulls away, your juices dripping down his chin as he rubs your thigh. Your legs tremble rapidly as you can still feel yourself coming. He gets up off his knees and watches how your body reacts to what he has done to you causing him to smile. You let out a long groan before looking up at him. You sit up and bask in the beauty of his wet face. You suddenly open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Without even having to ask Seonghwa spits in your mouth before kissing you passionately. You moan against his lips at the fact that he knew exactly what you wanted, swallowing a combination of both of you.
Seonghwa deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as you swallow. He grins against your lips, finding your eagerness endearing. "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, pulling away slightly to nuzzle your nose. "Want more?"
“Is that even a question,” you state hungrily running your hands down his abs to his shaft. You rub him through his boxers wanting his dick down your throat. Seonghwa's grin widens at your eager response, his fingers rubbing your wrist.
"Greedy," he murmurs, "On your knees," he commands softly. "Show me how much you want it."
You obey and side down to the ground, looking up at him in awe. You curl your fingers around his boxers and pull them down. His dick slaps against your face, his precum dripping on your skin. You are in shock at how huge he is, wrapping your hand around him. You start to slowly stroke him, looking at his veins. His breathing grows heavy, and his abs flex with each intake. He tangles his fingers in your hair, guiding your head forward. "Open your mouth," he orders, his voice low.
You look up at him as you open your mouth, a smile playing on your lips as you glide his tip onto your tongue. Seonghwa lets out an array of curses before he reaches the bedside table and opens the drawer. You swirl your tongue around his tip, licking all of the precum off and humming at the taste of him. He reaches into the drawer and grabs his digital camera. He waves it around in his hand, his lips turning into a smirk. You remove your mouth and nod your head.
“Add them to your nature collection,” you say before wrapping your mouth around his head and sucking gently. Seonghwa chuckles darkly as he aims the camera at your face, capturing the moment you take his dick back into your mouth. He starts snapping photos, his other hand still tangled in your hair.
"So pretty," he cooed, watching you through the camera lens.
You start to move your head down further onto his dick, looking up at him as he snaps pictures of you. You grab onto his base slowly moving your head back and forth, trying your best to take down his long cock. He groans as he feels your mouth enveloping his shaft. He continues to take pictures, immortalizing the sight of you servicing him.
"That's it, take it deep," he encourages, his voice strained with pleasure. "I want to see those pretty lips stretched around me."
Your eyes roll back and you moan against him in response to his filthy words. This fuels you to go deeper, gagging slightly at the feeling of his tip touching your uvula. You force down more until you feel him hit the back of your throat. He groans as he watches his dick disappear in your mouth and for a second he feels like he is going to instantly cum.
Overwhelmed by the sensation, you see Seonghwa's hand tremble, causing the camera to shake. He quickly steadies it, determined to capture every moment. "Just like that y/n," he manages to say between ragged breaths. "Look at me while you take me." He wants to see your eyes watering, wants to see the intensity of your expression as you work to please him. You continue to keep a steady pace, his dick sliding down your throat. You moan desperately as you feel how perfectly he fits in your mouth. Your lips wrapped around him, sucking eagerly.
Seonghwa's face is contorted in sheer bliss as he watches you bob your head up and down. The sound of the shutter clicking rapidly fills the room, documenting the moment you're gagging on his thick length. You moan against him, your tongue gliding against his shaft as you rock your head back and forth.
"You look so innocent, but you're taking me so well," he groans as saliva starts to trail down your mouth and to your chin. The sloppy interaction causes you to reach down and play with your clit.
"That’s right, touch yourself for me," he demands, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see you get off while you worship my cock with that pretty mouth."
You whimper as you feel Seonghwa’s hand press against the back of your head, his dick shoving deep down your throat. Your mouth is now touching your hand that was wrapped around the base of his cock. Your fingers move faster onto your clit as you start to gag around him. All you wanted to do was please him, your hunger was overwhelming and you couldn’t stop. Seonghwa's hips buck forward as you remove your hand from around his base and place it on his thigh for stability. He grunts, his hand tightening on the camera as he records the sight of you pleasure-seeking while your mouth is stuffed with his dick.
"You're doing so good, baby. Choke on it," he groans, a mischievous smile painted onto his face. The room fills with the sound of you gagging as he pushes your head down further. You try to gasp for air but you can’t, his dick blocking your airways. He tilts the camera downwards, capturing the tears streaming down your puffy cheeks and the desperate way you're clawing at his thighs.
"You can't breathe with my dick lodged in your throat can you baby?" he pants, his own breath hitching as he nears the edge.
You feel his twitch inside your mouth as he gazes into your eyes. His face contorts in pleasure as he pulls your hair, removing your mouth from his dick. You start to gasp for air, your grasp on his thighs weakening. You look up at him as he throws his head back, his eyebrows scrunched, a guttural moan escaping his lips. You watch as his cum spills onto your face, coating your cheeks and your lips. You lean forward and kiss his tip as he continues to cum in short spurts causing some to drip down your chin and onto your chest.
You watch in awe as his body shutters, his orgasm subsiding. Seonghwa looks down, his eyelids heavy as he gazes onto your face glistening with his seed. His mouth turned into a grin, a mischievous chuckle vibrating in his throat. Breathing heavily, Seonghwa lowers the camera, using two fingers to scoop up the mess from your cheeks and push it past your lips. A shuttering sound could be heard again, capturing his fingers gliding against your cheeks.
"Clean it up, baby," he says softly, his voice hoarse.
You nod in agreement, swirling your tongue around his fingers as you make direct eye contact with him. He shivers as he watches you, his dick already growing hard again. You lick all of his essence from his fingers, moaning at the taste of him. Savoring the taste of your hard work like it was a reward. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth slowly, trailing spit and cum between your lips.
"You're so perfect like this, marked by me, tasting me. You've been such a good girl for me," he praises, his voice a low rumble.
“I’m your good girl Seonghwa,” you breathed, looking up at him with those innocent eyes. You shift slightly, your core dripping wet and ready to be fucked. “What are you going to do to me now?” You whisper, waiting patiently for orders.
"Lie down on the bed sweetheart," Seonghwa commands, his eyes never leaving yours.
You obey your orders and rise from your knees. You press your body against him before giving him a desperate kiss. He wraps his arms around you and trails his hands to your ass, squeezing tightly. The kiss becomes sloppy as both of your tongues dance against each other. You take a deep breath before pulling away, sucking on his bottom lip. He smirks, before biting his bottom lip.
“On the bed. Now,” he demands again causing you to turn around and do as you were told. You feel a firm slap on your ass as you crawled on top of the bed. “Good girl,” Seonghwa whispered, causing you to whimper.
He sets the camera aside and walks over to the bed, his gaze drinking in the sight of you waiting for him. You watch as he lays on top of you, positioning himself between your legs. He leans down and kisses you passionately, enjoying the feeling of your soft lips against his. Savoring the moment of the both of you together. You feel Seonghwa grind his body against yours, his semi-hard dick rubbing against your wet core. His hands roam over your curves possessively.
“I love you,” he breathes against your lips, his voice filled with passion.
“I love you too,” you express, pressing your lips closer to his as you move your hips in unison with his.
"Let me fuck you, baby. I want to feel you completely lose it around me," he says, his hands sliding down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he increases the pace. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning against your skin.
“Please,” you breathe, feeling your swollen bud glide against his shaft. Seonghwa groans against your neck at your pleading, holding back the urge to completely destroy you. To hear your pleading moans as he slams into your sopping-wet core. He looks back up at you and presses another greedy kiss against your lips. You were losing control as you reached down and guided his tip against your entrance.
“Fuck me Seonghwa please,” you beg causing Seonghwa to nod slowly as he gazed into your eyes. You gasp and moan in ecstasy as he slowly enters you, his thick girth stretching you wide. You claw at his side softly at the new sensation, biting your bottom lip involuntarily. He leans down and presses a searing kiss on your lips. You feel him shiver slightly as he feels you clench around him. His dick twitches inside you, trying his best to get used to how you wrap around him. He moans against your mouth, whispering sweet nothings as he buries himself into you.
"You're so warm, so tight. Only for me, right?"
“Only for you,” you moan, your head spinning as you feel his tip kiss your cervix. Seonghwa groans at your reply, never breaking eye contact. Seonghwa starts to move within you, his hips rolling in a slow, rhythmic dance. His eyes stay locked onto yours, his face contorted in a mask of pure ecstasy.
"I want to make love to you like this forever," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion.
“Forever,” you whimper, rubbing your hand on his cheek to pull him in closer. You kiss his lips, moaning against them as he thrusts into you slowly.
Seonghwa's pace quickens as he feels you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper. His hands slide underneath you, gripping your bottom possessively as he continues to whisper his love for you against your lips.
“Seonghwa,” you moan out his name, throwing your head back. You can feel his dick gliding in and out of you effortlessly, your walls quivering around him.
"Look at me," he demands, his voice husky with desire. He holds your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze as he thrusts into you with renewed vigor. "I love you, I love you, I love you." He repeats, his eyebrows scrunching together. You whimper as you stare into his eyes, your eyelids heavy. You moan in ecstasy as you claw at his side.
“I love you,” you manage to breathe out, your heart beating out of your chest. Seonghwa then captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as you feel your walls starting to flutter around him. He increases his pace, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust.
“Don’t stop,” you moan, pressing your forehead against his as you close your eyes to savor the feeling of him fucking you into oblivion.
"I won't baby I promise," Seonghwa groans, his jaw clenched as he powers into you. His arms tighten around you, his hands gripping you with a fierce possessiveness. The sound of Seonghwa’s eager thrust fills the room along with both of your desperate moans and groans. You feel him grip the sheets tightly beside your head, his thrust becoming out of control.
“Take that dick baby, take all of it,” he groans, slamming into you harder. You throw your head onto the mattress, your eyes rolling back as he fucks you rough. You moan Seonghwa’s name loudly, your cries bouncing off the walls of his bedroom. With every fast and rough thrust, you feel your juices leak out of your pussy and onto his sheets. You can hear how wet his dick is from the squelching noise that emanates from your core. Loud slapping from your bodies fills the room along with the loud sound of the headboard hitting aggressively against the wall.
You say his name in a long moan, your head spiraling as you feel him thrust into your g-spot repeatedly. You arch your back and he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing himself further into you. He leans down and captures your neck on his lips. He kisses and sucks desperately at your skin, leaving hickeys along your neck.
“Take it y/n,” he whispers against your neck as he continues to fuck you at the same rough and fast pace. Your walls clench harder around his dick and the knot in your core starts to tighten. You move your hands from his sides to his back, scratching along his skin.
"Y-you're so close, aren't you?" Seonghwa pants, his eyes locked onto yours. His hands slide down to your hips, tilting them up so that he can hit that spot that drives you wild.
“Fuck Seonghwa please,” you gasp, your legs shaking involuntarily.
"Please what, sweetheart?" he asks teasingly, his tone wavering because he's just as close to the edge as you are. He leans down to capture one of your nipples between his lips, his tongue swirling around it roughly. “Look at me when you say it,” he demands.
“I’m gonna cum, please let me cum,” you breathe out as he continues to slam into you repeatedly.
"Look at me and beg me to let you come apart," Seonghwa says in a breathless tone. His pace quickens, his hips thrusting into you with a force that leaves you breathless.
“Please!” you whine out your pussy clenching tighter against his dick. “I can’t- I can’t hold it. Baby please!” you whimper eagerly, your voice echoing through the room.
"Please what?" Seonghwa asks, his voice a low groan. He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes boring into yours. “Look at me, my love,” he demands.
“Please let me cum please,” you beg your face contorted with pleasure as you feel yourself about to release. He lets out a low groan as your walls clamp down around him.
"You can let go, sweetheart," he breathes, his pace quickening as he slams into you. “Look at me as cum,” he demands again.
You look into his eyes before your eyes roll back at the intoxicating pleasure that radiates through your body. Your core is overwhelmed with pure satisfaction and you start to feel your body release around him. You moan his name so loud that it penetrates through the walls and throughout the house. Your walls clench aggressively tight around him as your pussy quivers. You claw at his back leaving visible scratch marks. Your vision is blurred and you start to shake again. Seonghwa throws his head back, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as your release milks his own from him. His body stiffens as he releases into you, his pace slowing as he drives into you deeply one last time. His body shakes as he releases into you.
“Oh my god Seonghwa,” you gasp, your body jerking involuntarily.
"Oh, y/n," Seonghwa pants, his body slumping forward as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His arms wrap protectively around you, his hands caressing your back soothingly as he tries to calm your trembling body. You feel Seonghwa press soft kisses against your skin, and your body shutters lightly in his grasp before it subsides. You let out a satisfied sigh, feeling content with how everything went.
"I love you," he whispers, his voice gentle. "You were perfect today," he adds, his hands continuing to caress your back. He slowly eases out of you and lies beside you, pulling you close.
“I-I love you too,” you whispered, completely and utterly in love with the man you just had intimate sex with. You gaze into his eyes for a moment, rubbing circles on his biceps, completely effectuated with him. Seonghwa cups your face tenderly, his thumb brushing over your cheek gently as he meets your gaze. You are both drunk off of each other, your heart swelling with unconditional love.
"My sweet, perfect love," he murmurs, his voice filled with emotion. He leans in, capturing your lips in a deep passionate kiss, your lips move against each other slowly. Your hands roam his body softly, worshiping him and all the work he just did. You admire the way his arms flex against your grasp and the way he relaxes when you rub his side. You break from the kiss and look up at him for a moment.
“That was amazing, no one has ever made me feel that good,” you blush, recalling everything that happened between the both of you. A smirk plays on Seonghwa's lips, his hands squeezing your backside possessively.
"Good," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're mine and only mine. I promise to keep making you feel that good, forever. You deserve only the best. And every time will only get better." He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on your knuckles. He then kisses you again, his hands roaming over your body.
You’re eyes flutter closed from his touch. You were completely exhausted from the long week and this was exactly what you needed. A nice dinner, a great conversation, a make-out session, and some good dick. You slowly felt yourself drift asleep from hearing Seonghwa’s breathing. As you closed your eyes you felt him get up from the bed, leaving a cold spot beside you. Once he came back you could feel him cleaning you up gently with a towel before he laid right back beside you. He pressed his body against yours, rubbing his hands against your thighs and tummy.
“Get some rest, my love, I’ll be here when you wake up,” you heard Seonghwa say before he pulled the covers over both of you. You smiled to yourself when you felt his lips kiss your cheek.
You suddenly wake up and look at your surroundings. The room is dark, the only thing casting light is the full moon. You feel Seonghwa’s arms wrapped around yours and you smile, caressing your hand against his skin.
You slowly get up, trying not to wake Seonghwa. The bed frame lightly creeks along with the hardwood floor as you make your way to the bathroom to use it. Your mind flashes with images of Seonghwa pleasing you and you can’t help but want more. You turn on the light and wince at the bright room before you walk over to use the bathroom. You keep thinking about the way he treats you and how loved you truly feel. For the first time in forever, you feel like you have found someone you can spend your life with. You knew that being in love with him so soon was cliche but you didn’t care. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
You take a deep breath and wash your hands before walking back to his room. You look at Seonghwa’s figure as he sleeps, the gentle rising and falling of his breath. Your gaze moves to the bedside table where he placed the camera. Right next to it is a leather scrapbook that has “photos” engraved into the leatherback. You pick it up and smile, thinking about how beautiful his nature pictures must be. Your fingers glide against the strings before undoing them. You then open the book.
Your heart sinks.
The beautiful smile on your face then turns into pure fear. Your eyes grow wide as you go through the pages. Pictures of you on your second day of work, in the parking lot, at the pool, the gym, the grocery store, the flea market, the bar. Detailed notes were written under each photo and it caused your skin to crawl. You felt like you were going to have a panic attack, the way your chest was rapidly rising and falling, your breathing becoming shallow, and your heart beating out of your chest. You looked up quickly to make sure Seonghwa was still asleep. You grabbed your clothes off of the ground and frantically made your way to the living room. You struggled to put on your dress, your hands shaking.
Tears started to stream down your cheeks as the adrenaline started to kick in. You looked around the dark living room trying to find your purse and phone. You quickly walk to the kitchen and find them lying on the counter. As you grab your belongings you look down at the trash. You see a takeout container for sundubu jjigae. Everything was a lie, everything he did and said was a lie. You started to hyperventilate but you had to get the fuck out of there.
You rushed back to the living room and started to put on your heels. Many emotions were running through your mind, but you needed to put those aside until you got out of There. Your flight or fight response was high and you were completely ready to flee. But you freeze in place as you see a tall shadow walk from around the corner in your peripheral. You go numb and you don’t know what to do. Your body is in shock. You grab the nob eagerly and try to unlock the door but you can’t.
“Looks like you caught me, princess.” Tears start to flow rapidly from your eyes and you let out a broken cry.
“Seonghwa please let me go, if you truly love me please,” you beg, trying to open the door. His voice is cold, devoid of any warmth or affection. He walks closer to you, his steps slow and deliberate.
"Please what, princess?" He asks, his tone mocking. "Please let you go, so you can run away from me? So you can ruin everything we have?"
“Seonghwa, I won’t tell anyone just let me go!” you express, aggressively unlocking the lock and trying the door again. But it’s no use, the door won’t open.
Seonghwa chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting with a dangerous intensity. "Won't tell anyone? Oh darling, I know you better than that. You're not thinking clearly right now, are you?" He takes another step closer, looming over you. You let out a cry, pressing your body against the door. You want to get away but you can’t. You feel like your whole world is shattered. Before you could blink Seongwa cuts the distance, his tall figure looming over your body. You're small frame completely disappears as he towers over you.
“Please Seonghwa, you're scaring me” you choke out, tears streaming down your face in fear. All he can do is look at you, his expression never wavering. He stares into your soul as he watches you come apart, you just want him to show some type of empathy. The room is eerily still as he watches over you like he is observing you. For a moment you wish you could understand what was going through his mind. You think about the memories you have together and you can’t help but cry even more. How did it come to this? And how did you get yourself in this situation? You should have just left the scrapbook alone, you wouldn't have known. Now you feel these moments fading away. But you give in knowing that there isn’t an escape. He knows everything about you and he can’t let you go and for some reason, you feel like you can’t let him go either. Your heart is racing out of your chest, your fear only amplifying.
“I’m yours, Seonghwa,” you whisper, choking on your own tears. Seonghwa's face breaks into a wide, satisfied smile, his teeth bared.
"Good girl," he praises, his voice dropping to a low purr. Before you can try to run again, he grabs your throat, pinning you against the door. You let out a loud wale and instantly close your eyes, not wanting to see him like this. Your happy memories of him were fading and you didn’t want to let them go. This whole ordeal was conflicting with your heart. You wanted to be infuriated that he stalked you for months but you felt like it was meant to be. You felt like you belonged here with him like he was the only one that loved you.
"Oh, you're so loud," Seonghwa remarks, his thumb pressing against your windpipe causing you to whimper. "But don't worry, no one will hear you. I made sure of that." He leans in close, his breath hot against your face. "Now, be a good girl and open your eyes." There was a pause for a moment as you kept your eyes shut and this fuels his anger. His grip tightens around your neck and a low chuckle vibrates through his throat.
“Open your fucking eyes!!!” You instantly jump and force your eyes open as he growls in your face. You whimper in fear as you look at him. Seonghwa grins darkly, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. He takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down. "There you are," he purrs, his voice like velvet. His free hand reaches up to caress your face, his touch gentle, a stark contrast to the iron grip on your throat.
"Look at you, so pretty and scared," Seonghwa coos, his fingers tracing your features. "I love it when you're scared. It makes you so much more adorable." He leans in closer, his nose brushing against yours. "And I love you, princess. So much." You look at him as tears roll down your cheeks.
Just give him what he wants. You repeat in your head. It will be over soon just give him what he wants. You take a deep breath before speaking.
“I love you too.”
His face softens, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles warmly. "That's my good girl," he praises, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your neck. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. "I’m sorry," he expresses as he releases the grasp on your neck. “Say you love me again.”
“I love you, please,” you whisper, tears still flowing down, tears soaking your dress.
"Mmm, good girl," Seonghwa murmurs approvingly. He kisses you deeply, his tongue pushing past your lips to claim your mouth. “Undress yourself.” He demands. You reach for the zipper on the back of your dress as you sniffle. You look down in shame, knowing that this is all wrong but you want to make it work. Seonghwa watches you with an intense gaze as you slowly unzip your dress. He reaches out to help, impatiently tugging the dress down your shoulders. It pools at your feet, leaving you in your bra and panties. He stands up, looking you over approvingly.
"So pretty, I’m going to remind you who you belong to."
He kisses you passionately for a moment before lifting you from your feet. You just accept the fact that you can’t run or hide and there is no point in doing so. You love him and there is nothing that can stop you from loving him.
He takes you back to the bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. For the next few hours, all that echoed through the house was your pleading cries and moans. His groans were loud along with the headboard knocking against the wall. He was all that you had and you needed to accept the fact that he was going to forever watch over you no matter what the cost.
warnings: pure mingi is not so pure, he has the nastiest wet dream and he wakes up a mess, he’s still so sweet, cunnilingus, dirty talk, mingi has a big dick, self-indulgent, creampie. reader is a chunky babe, he thinks you're so pretty.
words: 6.7k
songs: sacrifices by tinashe, anomaly by azee
Reminder set: Pick baby girl up from the library.
Mingi wasn’t too busy on his lovely friday except going to the market and filling out a few papers before sending them off. It was the beginning of the weekend, meaning you would stay over at his place. He laid in his bed scrolling through his phone, hand hiding underneath his hoodie for warmth, occasionally rubbing his skin for comfort. He didn’t know how long he was scrolling until he dozed off, falling into a deep slumber.
The heat wasn't just from wearing his hoodie when he started moving. There was a subtle ache in his groin and his hands twitched in their resting spots.
There you laid underneath him, thighs pushed up against your chest and hands holding the back of your thighs with the help of the man above, his larger ones sprawled just below yours. He moved his right hand to pull away the thin cover of your panties, staring at how wet you were just in front of him.
Mingi could feel his mouth water and his dick stir just being able to stare at it but as his thumb came in contact with your slit, hearing you faintly whimper made him throb. Your noises, sweet sweet noises drove him insane as he teased your swollen clit.
You dripped and you throbbed, you glistened and the slick wet sound of his thumb teasing you was enough to make him simply become pussy drunk. There was no way, no possible reason for you to be so stunning in such a vulnerable position. Cute cunt in his face ready for him to take.
“Please..please mingi..” You whispered, encouraging him to do something, anything other than stare. You were getting shy with just his eyes on you. He knew you were but chose not to do anything about it. Instead, his left hand squeezed your thigh, squeezing your warmth in his hot palm. You were so fucking soft and so hot, he could cum just from touching you.
“Can I taste you?” He looked up at you.
“Oh please, please do.” You nodded your head, nibbling your bottom lip. Fuck, you weren’t real.
He leaned down to press his lips against the back of your right thigh, close to your dripping cunt. He parted his lips to stink his teeth into the fat before kissing the same spot he bit, teasing your slit just until his thumb was coated in your sticky arousal.
"Mm.. mingi." You whispered until it was nothing more.
Mingi woke up with an evident tent and a dark spot ruining the fabric of his shorts. His alarm was going off too, yet he basked in this feeling of bliss. He winced as he lifted the band, only to find his cock hard and cum staining his skin. "Shit.." He mumbled sleepily, picking up his phone with his other hand and turning the alarm off. He was supposed to leave soon, yet he was lingering in his bed, horny. There was just no way he was this fucked up from a wet dream. He had been so needy for the past couple days, his stupid hand couldn't fix it nor the amount of porn on his laptop could help.
What made him really sit there was that he had a dream about you and though it wasn't the first time, this one felt a lot more realistic. The feeling of you and your voice felt all too real to comprehend for a dream. It ran chills down his spine hearing you moan and he would do anything to hear it in real life.
It was scary how badly it turned him on because any other time, he was so used to ignoring the sudden ache in his gut but today seemed like he could barely hold himself together. His brain was too occupied with you and only you.
First, he needed to clean himself up and change, then grab a snack or a drink for you. He didn't live too far from your university, but it was a bit of a ride considering he always bought you something. He just needed to snap out of his little stupor and get ready.
Sucks that it was a little tricky because of his dick.
Mingi managed to survive on the road after calming down his raging hormones. The fact that even after his shower and even after getting dressed, he was still stuck with his hard cock throughout the entire drive. He managed to get through that long ass line in the drive-through as long as he had his music occupying his mind. Finally, he parked in his usual spot in the parking lot of the University; close to the library, he pulled his phone off the magnet to text you just to make sure.
baby mingi: you at the library?
you: yes, I want to look for a few books. I’ll try to be quick.
baby mingi: it’s okay, I’ll come in. What section?
He watched as the text bubbles popped up and then disappeared until your response appeared.
you: crime and horror. uh, more like in the back of the library. ;)
Mingi grabbed your strawberry milkshake and his keys, closing and locking the door behind him. He made his way down the pathway to the library. He was going to find you very easily because you were always in that section of the library. You and your obsession with crime and horror shit, he never was good at watching that stuff but he never judged you for it. Whatever you liked, shit he liked too. Even if it did gross him out most of the time.
There were quite a few aisles for both genres but he caught you as you were reaching for another book, like the four other books in your arm weren't enough. You always read them so quickly too, yet he always found that attractive about you. Especially since you always came to him to talk about what you read.
He loved listening to you, even if it was about the book you finished in almost a week.
“Hey,” a deep voice made you quickly turn, only to be faced with the tall man you had called your best friend. There he stood in his grey sweat pants and matching hoodie, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose while he held a milkshake in one hand and hid his other in the front pocket. The demon slayer lanyard was hanging from it, and you guessed he was holding his keys tight in his pocket.
“Mingi!” You walked up to the man, wrapping your arms around his torso to hug him, even with the books in your hand. He wrapped you in a hug and softly rubbed your back. He smelled so good, something close to vanilla bean. It didn’t take much for him to melt but having you immediately pull him into a hug wasn’t really helping him forget what he had dreamt of earlier.
Dare he say he wasn’t ashamed of it either? Maybe he was just shocked that it was good enough to make him feel like he was on fire today. Feeling you pull away left him wanting to pull you back into the hug, but he didn’t buy you a milkshake for nothing. Maybe it would take his mind off things.
He held the drink out for you which you took, politely thanking him for such a nice treat. He took the books you did have in your hand to hold. “I missed you. How are you?” You tilt your head to the side as you continue to look at the title of the books, sipping occasionally on your drink like it was the last you’ll ever have. It was actually so good because you were craving a sweet treat.
On the other hand, Mingi let his eyes wander. “I'm alright. I missed you too, how are you?” He mumbled.
"I'm okay, tired from taking those two exams. I'm just excited to be with you again. Call me clingy, I guess." His eyes twinkled at your words as he nibbed on his bottom lip.
“Glad I'm not the only one. Where’s your bags?”
“It’s over at the table, my friend is watching my stuff while they work. I made sure to bring my switch this time.”
He didn’t really say anything after that and was okay with the comfortable silence you two shared. It gave him more time to look at you, picking at his bottom lip as he noticed you were wearing a dress, a rather tight-fitted one even though you seemed quite comfortable in it. One of those maxi-dresses you called them. It shaped your hips and ass yet draped loosely down your legs. The rest was hidden by a sweater but he couldn’t complain with the view he got now.
It made his hands twitch not being able to touch you like he did in his dream. He knew he was clingy but wanting to hold you and grab you in certain areas was off-limits. He was your best friend, not your boyfriend. Fuck, that didn't mean he didn't want to be your boyfriend though. It even irked him a little just thinking about it so to keep it normal, he decided to get closer and lean his chin on your shoulder in an innocent form of affection. "You look pretty today."
“Oh? Thank you, handsome. I love the blonde, makes you look hot. Also, whoever made this milkshake needs a raise by the way.” You whispered, earning a quiet chuckle from Mingi. “Do they?”
“Yeah. Here taste it.” You raised your drink up to him and heard him sip.
"That is pretty good. It's a good thing I go there a lot, I'll be sure to bring you different things since you like this one. They have this really good Caesar salad with a lot of chicken on it. You'd enjoy that a lot.
"Yeah, I would love that. Thank you. You know me and Caesar Salad." He shook his head and leaned in to kiss your cheek. "Nah, don't worry about it. Thank you by the way, I'm glad you like the blonde. I'm going to go grab your bags, okay? Same friend as usual? Jane? The one with the pink hair?"
"Yes, Jane."
He released you from his hold and proceeded to make his way over to the table to grab your stuff, greeting Jane and asking if they needed a ride or anything before heading out. Jane politely declined, saying she would study some more before leaving.
"It was nice seeing you, Jane. Tell me how that exam goes." Mingi lifted your backpack up and your duffle in another hand.
"It was nice seeing you too, Mingi. I will, for sure. Make sure she gets that midterm done by the end of the weekend or I will fight her."
He laughed. "I'll make sure she gets it done."
"Yeah, I'll get it done. I wanted to say bye before I dipped. I love you, babe. Fuck that midterm though." You walked around to hug Jane.
"I love you too. Get it done or we will fight, not a threat it's a promise.."
"Yeah, yeah."
Once you guys made it back to his place, you were so quick to take a shower and change out of your attire and into something comfortable. Mingi had already lunch ready in the fridge and figured, you would get your food whenever you were hungry so he had no worries about that.
His home was yours.
He got comfortable at his PC and you grabbed another chair to sit right next to him, close and cozy while you played on your switch. You clung to him for warmth as you were too stubborn to lay in his bed without him.
Although you were heavily into your game of Hades, Mingi was lost in thought on how to bring up the topic of having a wet dream to his best friend. Would you think of him as a weirdo if he just happend to blurt it out? Would you leave if he told you in the first place? It was bothering him not to tell you though, he couldn't keep going at this rate.
“I had a dream about you earlier. I thought I should just let you know.” He admitted, a little nonchalant.
He didn’t look at you as he mentioned that and that confused you because any other time he had a dream he was more excited to let you know the details.
This time was different.
“Oh yeah? Was it a good one?” You turned in his chair to look at him, setting your switch on his desk while he was scrolling through the inventory in the game he was playing. It was almost like he was trying to avoid the topic even though he was the one who brought it up.
“It was..it was something?” He spoke lowly and sighed as he felt you rest your head on his shoulder.
“Something?" you mumbled, "Could you maybe elaborate on that?” Mingi was hesitant and you could tell with the way he didn't open his mouth to say anything on the matter. He was going to blurt it all out if he looked at your pouty expression because he was weak when it came to you. He didn’t even know if it was right to tell you his filthy dream and was sure that a lie would help him get out of this overwhelming feeling of being horny and needy. He knew he didn't want to feel guilty, though.
“Mingi?” You whispered and he paused his game.
“It wasn’t a bad one.”
You lean up from his shoulder, tilting your head up this time to get his attention.
“Okay, then what was the dream? Was it dirty?” Once he looked at you, it felt like his stomach was starting to knot up. God, he could feel himself growing hard. He didn't know what to do and you hit it on the nail asking what kind it was. Maybe the floor should swallow him up instead.
“Fuck…” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You promise you won’t get mad?”
“Pinky promise. What?" You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. "Am I gonna cuss you out and call you a weirdo?” It was quite concerning seeing him so hesitant to tell you, you were even tempted to just tell him that he didn’t have to say anything about it but you knew it was going to bother you the entire night.
Maybe cussing him out would make him feel even more humiliated. That was a lie, it would only turn him on even more. "It was one of the hottest dreams I've ever had, enough to make me cum in my sleep. Actually, this is embarrassing…” Mingi felt his cheeks grow warm, in fact, he felt his entire body grow hot.
“No no, what happened?”
He sighed.
“You let me touch you, I remember a specific part…shit, you were so pretty in my dream.” He covered his face with his hands. "So..fucking wet for me."
“Mhm..” You smiled as he looked at you. How could you sit here and smile at him like that? Mingi couldn't even keep his mind straight staring at you. It was taking everything within not to kiss you right now, kiss that pretty smile off your lips, bend you over his desk and fuck you silly. "What else?"
“Y...-You let me touch your pussy and it was just so cute how you trembled in my hold as I teased your clit. I even saw how you dripped with arousal, begging me to do anything and I swear that alone was enough to make me cum. I didn’t even get to taste you in my dream but I know its the sweetest thing I'll ever dream of eating."
You laughed softly. "Damn, Mingi. I didn't think you had it in you to tell me such a thing."
He nudged you away. "Don't tease me. I'm fucking horny and I don't know how to stop my dick from getting hard right now in front of you. The more we talk about this, the more I want you. Don't even look at me actually."
Count it on you own best friend to be so dramatic.
Gently, you rested your hand on this thigh. "Don't think too much about it, it's hot. You don't normally tell me dirty things. I'm the one who says out-of-pocket shit."
"Yeah, I just don't want you to think I'm a fuckin' weirdo or anything for having a wet dream about you. I love you and I would hate myself for making you feel uncomfortable." He looked at you with shyly, just barely you could see his ears grow red.
Your heart fluttered as you grabbed his hands to hold in yours, squeezing them before raising them up to your cheeks. "You are a weirdo but not in the way you think. Let me tell you something, remember you picked me up from that embarrassing date? You got me ice cream and brought me some of your comfy clothes? It's not a wet dream but I wanted to fuck you in the back seat of your car not only because you're extremely attractive, but you were attentive and you were caring. That night I went to bed, I couldn't stop thinking about just how good you are to me. You always and I mean always make me comfortable, even when I do have my dirty thoughts too."
"About me..? I don't think you understand how badly I need you right now after telling me that."
"Then you can have me. You can taste my pussy like you want to so badly. See if it lives up to your expectations in your dream." You smirked as you leaned back in your seat, setting his hands back down on his lap.
Holy shit.
Mingi thought he was dreaming again but as he pushed away from his desk to face you, it all became real as he watched you straddle his lap. He instinctively grabbed your hips and slowly breathed out.
"Seriously? You're not lying right?"
"Seriously..." You whispered.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Please."
He licked his lips and leaned in to meet yours. Your lips were soft and he could taste a faint flavor of strawberry. He only pulled away as he felt like his glasses were gonna get in the way but you beat him to it. As he felt you pull away just to slip his glasses off and set them on his desk, his glossy eyes stared into yours. "Hi.."
You huff out a small laugh, "Hi, gonna kiss me some more?"
"Mhm..."
His hand grabbed the back of your head to pull you back into the kiss. With the tilt of your head and the way your hands caressed him, you could feel the firm muscles in his chest and how well he paid attention to the way you kissed him. Mingi was easing himself into the kiss with the intent of making it good, starting off the kiss slowly, then working his way up to something more. He soaked in the feeling of your soft lips against his and made sure to let you know just how good of a kisser you were by pulling you closer.
You were going to take the lead, but feeling the desperation in the man was exhilarating. The subtle parting of his lips and his tongue meeting yours turned the kiss into something heavier.
Mingi's hand dragged down to your ass and gripped softly, a tug close to feel you drag against his hard cock through his sweats. The friction made him groan into the kiss as he felt you push down against his needy grind. Slowly, he pulled away from the kiss to look at you. "Are you sure you wanna do this? You don't have to do this because I'm a pervert. I don't want to ruin what we have now.."
You grabbed the zipper of the zip-up and tugged it down until you exposed the lavender bralette and grey sleep shorts that you decided to slip on before you got comfortable. "Baby, I wanna do this. This would not ruin anything. I said it was hot and you're hot. I would love for my best friend to eat me out.."
"Oh fuck me.." He whispered.
"I plan to Mingi." He was going to cum right there and now.
His pupils were dilated as he took in every inch of your body, bare and clothed. "I want to make you cum on my tongue until you're ready to take my dick. I want nothing more than to make you feel good ___."
You smiled softly and cupped his face, admiring his stunning features. "Should I be moving to the bed then?"
"I don't really want you to move but I need you so bad." He watched you climb off his lap and he reached out to touch your bare sides, tugging you back in to press his face against your tummy.
"Mm.." He pressed soft kisses along your skin down to your side all while he sunk his fingers into the sides of your shorts, tugging them down gently until they pooled around your ankles. His fingertips rubbed against the soft purple cotton as he tilted his gaze up towards you. "What the fuck are you so pretty for?" He squeezed your ass and sighed.
You ran your fingers through his hair with a small smile. "I can ask you the same thing, Mingi."
He closed his eyes with a thick sigh. "If I cum in my sweats again, it's going to be your fault. Please get on the bed."
Mingi was going to die, he was sure that he was as he watched you climb onto his bed. He gripped his aching cock through his sweats as he stood up from his chair and walked over to stand over you and in between these sweet thick thighs of yours.
It was even better than his dream, here he had you lying on his bed, spread for him. He felt like a dog with the way he was drooling at the sight of your pussy, seeing it glisten with your arousal even through the fabric. With his hands holding the back of your thighs, you were there to simply lay in this position for him to see everything. He wasted no time hooking a long finger into the side of your panties, gently tugging them to the side to expose your bare cunt and just the smallest tuft of hair.
“Your pussy is so cute.” He mumbled with a small chuckle. You couldn’t believe the words that were coming of his mouth and they were just compliments, yet so vulgar. “Everything about you is so pretty that I can’t help but feel like maybe I should just keep you to myself. It wouldn't be unlikely of me to get addicted.”
"Mingi..." You gasped as his plump lips pressed a wet kiss to the back of your right thigh. “Even the way you say my name is pretty, what the fuck.." Another kiss was pressed closer to your cunt, making you jolt with sensitivity. He's never felt so hungry until he was holding you like this, overwhelmed with the heady scent of you. It was a raw experience being able to push his lips against your skin and dig his long fingers into the soft fat.
The man felt obsessed being in this position, such a vulnerable and intimate scene that he craved to see you like this more often. He soaked in the way his fingers squeezed you and watched as your juices spilled slowly to your tight hole. Mingi moved his hands lower, just enough to run his thumb along your slit up to your mound then back down until it teased your slick entrance. You loved his hands, loved how pretty they were and how easy it was for them to make you feel small.
"You're driving me crazy." He licked his thumb. The taste of you spreading on his tongue easily made his cock throb.
"Spread her for me." He nipped your skin before leaning back to watch your fingers spread your puffy lips. "Thank you angel…" he leaned down to press a kiss to your clit then another one, until he found himself parting his lips to slide his tongue against you. Your fingers slipping away to slide through his hair. Mingi wasted no time sucking and licking, flicking his tongue in quick motions until his own saliva mixed with your wetness.
Your gasps turned into whines as Mingi ate your pussy. He didn't focus too much on your clit and even teased you by letting the tip of his nose brush up against it.
"Mingi, fuck." You moaned, covering your eyes with the back of your hand as you couldn't focus on anything else other than the feeling of his mouth. He grew sloppy and he grew louder until they filled the bedroom. He moaned against your cunt as he gently moved your hand away, licking a long filthy stripe back up to your clit. You didn't know he was even capable of making you feel like this but you were happy to know his mouth was heaven-sent.
His eyes were shut as he gripped you tighter, making it his goal to make you cum more than once by his mouth alone. You cried out in pleasure as you tried to watch him devour you, his lips wrapping around your sensitive bud to suck, only to pull away and then take it back into his awaiting mouth. Your body shook to its core as your fingers gripped his hair, tugging it softly to pull him off.
"Mingi...baby slow down.." You hiccupped as he pulled away to look up at you, mouth glossy with your arousal; he licked his lips but didn't seem to wait as he pulled you back against his mouth. The taste of your sweet cunt melted on his tongue as he groaned deeply.
"You taste...so fucking good, angel. I just wanna make sure this pussy is getting proper love and attention if you promise to only come to me from now on."
If this was his way of claiming you, then he sure as hell should’ve known you were his from the fucking beginning. "I only want you.." You whispered shakily as warm fingers parted your lips, teasing you worse than you can comprehend.
"Don't tell me that, fuck don't say that to me. It only makes me want to fuck you even more." You prayed he would. You hoped that tonight this man would make you see stars, make you feel every single bit of him until he was a mess like you. It definitely was no secret now that you wanted Mingi but something inside you felt deprived of just how good Mingi can be. You always got above and beyond even though he was your best friend but tonight felt different.
You were pulled back out of your thoughts as you felt Mingi slow down, practically making out with your pussy, lewd sounds of him kissing. You didn’t know if you would even make it at this point, barely even handling what Mingi was doing now. You couldn’t imagine how it would be if he fucked you dumb on his cock.
He lingered his kisses and let them simmer against your pussy up until mound. The grip he had on your thighs were going to leave marks and the way he leaned up to look at you should have put you out of commission for the next week.
Your body melted into the blankets, his greedy mouth taking one of your lips into his mouth to suck before he turns his attention back to dragging his tongue along your slit and even sinking it a little into your hole. You moans filled the bedroom and the wet slick of his mouth filled your ears. It was obscene, it was filthy but you loved every single second of it.
Mingi could feel your juices run down his chin and he could feel the way your thighs tensed in his hold, the way your pussy quivered a little just as he brought his attention back to your clit. "Please let me cum, please."
He licked his lips. "Grind this needy pussy on my tongue."
He feels you slide one of your hands behind his head and he decides to take this opportunity to reach up and grab your hand in his to hold. His fingers sinking between yours, he pulls you back up against his mouth. You could feel his other hand gripping tight on your inner thigh, moaning into your pussy as he feels you grind against his tongue. He moans deeply so occupied by you that he didn't realize how much he was moving his hips against the bed.
"Oh god, fuck..- fuck please."
He doesn't even need to tell because you're already cumming on his tongue. Physically, he would feel your pulsating and taste your cum with a loud sucks. You were heaven-sent. You were god-fucking made.
The moment your back arched off the bed and he could hear your whines grow shaky is when he decided to pull away from you. Sticky strings of his saliva and your cum mixed together making him grin. He rests his head on your inner thigh as he tries to get you to relax in his hold.
"You did so good, baby. So good for me." His words nearly sent you to a state of delirium. Eyes blurring with your tears, and your lips parted to release staggered breaths.
Not another word was shared as you felt him push you higher up his bed, feeling the bed sink below you as he hovered over you. He rubbed your hips as he leaned down to give you a kiss, making sure you tasted yourself on his tongue. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. You were so consumed with the kiss that you didn’t realize the weight of his body was on you.
You could feel it too. You could feel him against your dripping cunt. Yet, he still had those annoying fucking sweats on.
Mingi pulled away from the kiss to drag his lips down your jaw to your neck, leaving hot wet trails along your skin. He kisses down to your breasts and parts his lips to softly sink his teeth into your left tit. His fingers move from your hips up to the front of your bralette, undoing it swiftly and catching a perked nipple in his mouth.
"Mmf..fuck." He mutters. "You're doing so good for me. You deserve a good fuck, yeah?" He kisses in between your breasts.
"You deserve this cock..." Your brain suddenly stops functioning at his filthy words. You damn near felt fucking dizzy with the way he spoke to you and you decide to take matters into your own hands by pushing his sweats and boxers down. "My bad, am I taking too long?"
"Quite long." You teased with a laugh.
He snickered lowly as he provided help by tugging the rest off. "And I thought I was the brat."
You were too shocked to even respond, feeling the weight of his cock resting on your tummy. You watched intently as he pulled away to sit up straight on his knees, grabbing your thighs in his hold to pull you closer. He sinks his fingers into the fat of them with a grin, "I hate how bad I wanna eat you out again."
"Mingi baby, you can eat me out after and you can do it in the shower. I don't give a fuck where, I just need you in me right now pleasee..."
"Promise?" He whimpers.
"Mm, I promise baby. My pussy is yours."
"Oh fuck. me. You're so hot.." Mingi wrapped his hand around his cock while his other held your inner thigh again. His lips parted as he pushed up against your slit, pushing between your pussy lips only to slide back and forth. He watched intently too, watched how his cock started to glisten with your cum and his spit combined, only to leave little thick strings of precum every move he made.
He took his time just like before, so addicted to you entirely that he needed to appreciate you. he needed to appreciate this pretty pussy.
“Fuck, look at her. she’s begging to be filled, begging to be fucked full of cum. shit...”
You sighed as you felt him smack his cock against your cunt. Song Mingi was a filthy man.
“Please mingi, please fuck me. I can’t..-I can’t.” He listened, like he said he would do anything to make you feel good. Slowly, he pushed himself in and sunk deep until he felt you press a hand against his abdomen.
He stopped to ask, "You okay? Want me to pull out?"
You shook your head quickly. "I'm okay, you're just..fucking big."
He was big, big enough to stretch you out and nearly split you. “such a tight cunt-..you can take it.” he chuckled lowly as he dragged his hand up to your breasts, gripping one in his hot palm. Slowly, you gripped his side to guide him in deeper.
“Oh my fucking god..” you shivered, feeling his body hot against yours. You could feel everything, you could feel the warmth, the stretch, the fullness of his cock in you. “What am I going to do with you, huh?” Mingi pulled his hips back and watched as your pussy sucked him back in the moment he pushed his hips back.
He soaked every little noise you made, caught the jiggle of your tummy and the bounce of each breast. He couldn't believe he was the one making you feel this good but fuck he wasn't complaining. You gripped his forearm, squeezing it firmly in his hold as you tried to watch but you were so overwhelmed with pleasure you could barely lift your head up.
"Good girl, baby. Wanna watch? Hm?" He asked lowly, rolling his hips every deep thrust he gave. "Wanna watch yourself take my cock? Yeah you do.." Mingi slid his hand up to the back of your neck, using his strength to support your upper body. "You're doing such a good job too, perfect pussy baby." If he praised you anymore tonight, you were going to fucking combust.
He moved his hand from your thigh up to your swollen pussy, teasing your slit by giving it soft gentle smacks. You cried out in pleasure and he swallowed every bit as he leaned in to kiss you. The snap of his hips growing louder as he fucked your faster.
This is what he needed, he needed you, he needed to fuck you until he was able to drain every last bit of cum into you. He knew you'd take it all too just by how well you were taking his cock. You were perfect and he'd do anything to make you his.
You moaned his name so sweetly as he gently laid you back down on the back, he leaned down to press more kisses to your cheek. Whispering such sweet filth against your skin as his thumb rubbed your clit, urging you closer to an orgasm. The wet slick of his thumb moving back and forth against you. "You hear that? Fuck...you hear how wet you are? Making a mess all over me.." You nodded your head in response since you couldn't form words to save your life, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and rested a hand on the back of his head.
Mingi sunk his fingers into the plush of your ass, moaning deeply into your skin as the pressure seemed to get heavier. Your pussy felt like heaven and he could feel himself going numb with everything.
"Wanna feel you cum baby, can you do that for me?" He whispered in a rough rasp.
You squeezed your eyes shut tight as your body tensed with the thick pleasure, you hold him close to you as his strokes don't falter. Just the slightest lift of your hips had him hitting a spot that made your vision suddenly grow blurry. "Don't stop.. fuck don't stop mingi-"
The strength he had to hold you against him had you clinging to him and hiding your face against his shoulder to muffle the desperate moans spilling from your glossy lips. Everything about him was heady from the way he smelled to the way his pretty skin clung to your skin, coated in a thin layer of sweat.
You weren't prepared for it, in fact you weren't prepared for how intense him bring you to an orgasm was. You thought his mouth was a lot but it was different being stretched and fucked to your absolute limit. It felt like Mingi knew you better than you knew yourself because god he was fucking you like his life depended on it. Your breaths grew shaky and your toes curled as you could feel your pussy pulsate around him.
"There we go...shit you're so wet, so sexy when you cum." You melt into his hand as you feel him rub your back. He slows his thrust to nice tempo, leaning back on his haunches to look at you and your mess. A sight of your sticky cream coating his cock made him throb inside you. "Fuck-"
Mingi lifted your legs up to his shoulders, squeezing your thighs together. It seemed he couldn't keep his hands from rubbing and squeezing you. You looked utterly fucked out but that didn't stop him from picking up his pace again, thrusting in and out of you with thick raspy whines spilling from his lips.
"You're so perfect."
He didn't know how long he could last with the fluttering feeling of your sensitive pussy squeezing him "Mm fuck fuck fuck, m' gonna cum.." Your moans only encouraged him on and slowly he started to lose his rhythm and without another thought- he pushed deep into your cunt to fill you up with his thick cum. He keeps his hips against your thighs and cock deep inside of you until he was done.
You feel a sense of comfort wash over you as he gently moves your legs back down. You don't wanna be fucked by anyone else again.
As you looked up at him, you were met with the same gaze and then he leaned down to kiss you to distract you from pulling out. It sucked feeling so empty all of a sudden and you've come to realize that you hated not feeling him so deep inside of you. "Pretty girl." He whispered the moment he pulled away. He watched the way his cum spilled out of you and suddenly he had the urge to clean up his mess with his mouth.
"You okay?" He asked softly, caressing your cheek in his hand with a small smile.
"I'm okay, except for the fact that you fucked me within an inch of my life, Mingi. Maybe you should have wet dreams about me more often." You snickered.
"Shut up, I'll do it even without the wet dreams. I'll fuck you stupid if you want. Actually, I'll use my mouth instead." You reached over to cover his mouth.
"Just because you've recovered from a good fuck doesn't mean I have." He rolled his eyes as he softly removes your hand from his mouth and leans in to pull you into a heated kiss. Little did you realize how swift and easy you were to be put into such a vulnerable position.
"You have.." He runs a hot palm along your spine and uses his other hand to give your ass a small and firm spank, making you whimper.
"You love my mouth.." He kissed the area he spanked. "You love me too, right?"
You rubbed your cheek against the bed in a nod. "So much..'
"I love you more angel, god you're pretty like this. One more...may I?"
"You may. Can we eat after?" The way you asked made him laugh. How could you be so cute at a time like this.
"Of course we can. I just happen to want dessert first."
"You're a munch, Mingi.'"
"Certified."
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summary• wooyoung and you have been in arranged marriage for almost 3 years. You are tired of the constant lack of physical affection and you start to slowly lose yourself. Who knew that this one misunderstanding would shift your relationship with Wooyoung.
warnings• ANGST, enemies to lovers, alluding to suicide, signs of depression, arguing, mentioning of harming others, mention of mental disorders, manipulation, mental breakdowns, SMUT, pet names (baby, dear, love, sweetheart, husband, wife), teasing, penetration, unprotected sex, clit play, squirting, rough sex, passionate sex, aftercare.
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After working on some paperwork for the business you decided to go see Wooyoung in his office. Wooyoung was a very established businessman known for working mainly in stocks. But what people didn’t know was that he was also smuggling drugs into the country. You were a businesswoman who worked with your father's established wood company. You have known Wooyoung from a young age but he was always standoffish. You were closer to his brother Hongjoong and connected more with him growing up. So you were really surprised when your parents and their parents decided that Wooyoung and you would be getting married. He didn’t have much of a reaction, he just nodded and bowed. You objected with no hesitation and got into a heated argument with your parents. But they weren’t letting up on their decision and neither were Wooyoung’s parents.
Wooyoung didn’t react to anything that was happening on the day of the wedding. He had a straight face throughout the whole thing and didn’t say a word to you except “I do.” On your honeymoon, you cried yourself to sleep because he didn’t touch you or even try to talk to you about anything meaningful. You felt so helpless at this point. That was 2 years ago and now you and Wooyoung are coming up to your third year of being married. Your relationship has grown but not as much as you would like. You both talk but it’s never how you want it to be. He talks about business and asks you how you are doing but that is about it. Conversations are kept to a minimum and you were at your limit with this. You figured you would try to win him over just so you weren’t losing your mind.
You knock on Wooyoung’s door and you can just hear the annoyance in his voice. “What is it?” He said irritated. You opened the door and saw him at his desk looking at the stack of paperwork on his table. “I just wanted to see if you needed anything,” you smiled but his expression didn’t waver one bit. “I don’t need anything from you. I need to focus on this deal. Don’t you have something to do? Like manage your father's business?” he said in a flat tone, still looking at the papers. “I have finished everything I needed to do. I just wanted to see how my husband is doing,” you say causing him to raise an eyebrow, his expression unyielding. “You're my wife, not my assistant. I don't require checking in on. I'm fine.” There is silence in the room before he speaks again. “Don't you have a hobby or something to occupy your time?” You stare at him, your smile fading at his words. “Yes, but as your wife I should make sure you are doing fine. And I do have a hobby, it's currently drying at the moment,” You explained referring to your painting.
Silence fills the room again before he speaks. “Painting, huh? I didn't know you were interested in that. It's a hobby, not a career. You don't need to waste your time on it.” You could feel the blood rushing through your veins as he belittles your passion. “You asked if I had a hobby and I told you my hobby. You want me to leave you alone and waste time on my hobby. But when I tell you my hobby you tell me it’s a waste of time and I should stop doing it. You don’t make sense at all sometimes. If you hate me then just say that.” Your voice echoed through the room causing Wooyoung to look up from his paper, his eyes flashing with annoyance. “Oh, spare me the drama. I don't hate you, I'm just trying to focus on my work. And I didn't say your hobby was a waste of time, I said it's not a career. There's a difference.” You could feel yourself boiling at his response. “Whatever Wooyoung. I’ll just go back to being your uncaring wife since that is what you want me to be. Ever since our parents arranged this marriage you haven’t even looked at me with loving eyes.”
His expression darkens, his voice cold “That's enough. You know as well as I do that our marriage was a business arrangement, not a love match. Don't pretend to be hurt or offended. You're getting everything you wanted out of this deal, just like I am.” You roll your eyes and close the door to his office. He returns to his work, but his focus is now scattered. He can't shake off the feeling that he's lost control of the situation and that nagging sense of guilt is starting to creep up on him.
You place your hands over your eyes, trying not to cry as you walk back to the painting studio. “I just want to be touched lovingly. I don’t care about the money. I fucking hate my parents,” you say to yourself as you enter the studio and close the door behind you. You sit in the studio and cry for up to an hour. Your heart was shattered and you felt like no one cared about my feelings. The idea of not having a husband who loves you made you hold yourself tight and sob. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to love you fully along with your future children.
He enters the painting studio, his footsteps quiet on the floor. He sees you sitting there, tears streaming down your face, and for a moment, his mask falters. He looks almost human. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure, and approaches you slowly. Wooyoung stands before you, his gaze fixed on your tear-stained face. He tries to reach out to you, his hand hovering above her shoulder, but hesitates.“You're…” For a moment, he looks like he's about to say something, but the words die on his lips. You just sat there folding your face, not wanting to hear anything he had to say. “Just leave me alone,” you cry out crunching your body closer to yourself. His eyes narrow, a flash of annoyance crossing his face, but he checks himself. He takes a deep breath, his expression smoothing out into its usual mask of calm control. He turns to leave but pauses at the door, his voice low and detached. “We have a meeting with the investors tomorrow.”
You whence at his words, holding yourself close. His gaze lingers on her for a moment, his eyes flicking over your soaked shirt before he turns away, his strides long and purposeful as he exits the room, leaving you alone with your tears. You get up, close the door to the studio, and take out your paint brushing. You start to paint on a new canvas with your emotions, painting a story of your heartbreak. He stands outside the studio door, his ear pressed against the wood, listening to the sounds of brushstrokes and muffled sobs. His eyes close, his jaw tightening as he absorbs the emotions that seep through the door. For a moment, he remains still, the only sound of his quiet breathing.
You continue covering your canvas with red and black. Painting your emotions onto this canvas. Red with black smudges representing your heart turning cold and helpless. He opens the door, his eyes scanning the room, taking in the canvas and the turmoil that surrounds him. His gaze fixes on the vibrant red and black hues, his expression unreadable, yet his eyes seem to hold a quiet intensity as if he's trying to decipher the code of her emotions.
You painted a base for a heart being held by a hand, crushing it with force causing it to bleed black. The black paint dripped off of the canvas and onto the wooden easel. Your hands were messy from the aggressive painting, your hands shaking. You take a deep breath and try to calm myself down, letting your remaining tears drip off your face.
For a moment, he's frozen, his chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths. He takes a step closer, his shoes silent on the floor, his eyes never leaving the canvas. His voice is low and even, yet laced with an undercurrent of intensity, "Tell me, what is this?" He gestures to the painting, his hand hovering above the crushed heart.
“It’s art you’re supposed to interpret it yourself,” you say in a flat tone, your tears stilling. You start to grip your paintbrush forcefully, your body filled with rage. His eyes flicker to the side of your face, "Ah, but that's where you're wrong. Art is not just about interpretation, it's about understanding the soul of the creator. And I want to understand yours." His words were supposed to be endearing but in the moment it just pissed you off. “My heart is extremely fragile. Love represents red and hopelessness represents black,” you expressed weakening your grasp on your paintbrush to calm yourself down. His gaze lingers on the black paint. He takes another step closer, his proximity making the air feel thick and heavy, "And what do you hope for, when love is crushed and hopelessness reigns?" He asks causing your eyes to swell up again. “I hope to die, that’s what I hope. I’d rather not be here anymore than my heart be crushed by hopelessness,” you utter, the grasp on your paintbrush tightening again.
His expression remains unreadable, but his voice takes on a hint of softness, a gentle probing, "And what is it about this world that makes you want to escape it so desperately?" He pauses, looking at you with an emotionless gaze. “My lack of love and touch. The lack of loving conversations. Not having someone hold me and adore me. That’s why I want to escape.” He pauses before speaking, "You crave human connection, but are surrounded by emptiness. It's a feeling I'm familiar with," he says, his voice low and filled with regret. “Then why do you force me to go through it alone?” you snap turning around and looking up at him. Your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. Red and black paint was smugged on your cheek from you wiping away your tears. His eyes widen fractionally at the accusation, but he doesn't back down, "I'm not forcing you to go through anything alone, you're choosing to be here, to surround yourself with the very things that hurt you," he argues back, his stance dominating the space between you.
“You don’t understand. No matter how much I surround myself with people I still lack physical touch and love.” He looks down at you, his presence looming over you. You see his jaw clench before he speaks, "Perhaps that's because you're looking for the wrong kind of touch, the wrong kind of love. You're so focused on what you're missing, you've forgotten how to appreciate what's right in front of you,” he says his expression getting more irritated.
“Again you don’t understand and you don’t listen. The point is I need you to love me. I am losing my mind. I sleep in bed with you every night with our backs turned to eachother. When I wake up you are gone. I don’t get morning hugs or even night kisses. It would be one thing if you didn’t want to be affectionate with me but I’d at least want you to talk to me like I’m your wife.” More tears escape your eyes, the paint making visible streams down your face. His expression remains unreadable, but his voice takes on a slightly softer tone, though it's still laced with a hint of detachment, "I do talk to you, y/n. I provide for you, protect you, and give you everything you need. What more do you want from me?" You look at him for a second and try to search for the words to say. “I just told you what I wanted Wooyoung. For you to hold me and be intimate with me.”
He takes another step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he speaks in a low, measured tone, "Intimacy is a weakness, y/n. It's a vulnerability that can be exploited. I've worked too hard to build my empire to let emotions get in the way.” Your face drops and you look at the ground. You sigh to yourself in defeat. He tilts his head slightly, studying you for a moment before continuing, his voice softer, "Why are you so hung up on this, y/n? I've given you everything you could ever need. Why does it matter if we-,” You instantly cut him off with your words and express your feelings. “I want a traditional husband. I want to be loved by my husband. Don’t you want the same from your wife?” Your eyes swelled with tears again as you looked up at him. You looked so hopeless as you looked at him, your eyes emanating a mixture of fear.
His expression falters for a brief moment, a flash of something deeper beneath the surface, before he masks it with his usual arrogance, "Love is a fleeting thing, y/n. It's a myth perpetuated by the weak-minded. I don't want love from you.” Your heart drops and his words stab into you like a knife. Your rage gets the best of you and you start to talk out of hatred. “And see that’s your problem now. You are going to die alone and miserable. But me I won’t dragged into your coldness. I will find someone that truly loves me.” You get up from your stool, the scrap running across the ground and echoing through the room. You glare at him before walking out of the studio.
He watches you go, a flicker of something like regret crossing his face before he shakes his head and turns to the window, his expression once again cold and unreadable. He mutters to himself, "Love is a fool's game." Your emotions were on a high and you felt like you weren't being heard properly. How could someone like Wooyoung be so cold and reserved for you but when he is around other people he smiles? What about you did he resent you so much?
You get to the room and get clothes out for bed. You walk into the bathroom and turn on the bathtub. You light some candles and turn off the lights, letting all the candles engulf the room.
He enters the bedroom and hears the sound of the running water coming from the bathroom. The soft glow of the candles drew him in. For a moment, he stands in the doorway, his gaze fixed on the peaceful scene before him.
Without knowing he was standing in the doorway you undo your robe and let it drop to the ground, your naked body being exposed to the air. You climb into the tub letting the hot water radiate against your skin. You breathe out as you feel your body being covered with hot water. For a moment, he's frozen, his usual composure slipping. His chest rises and falls with a slow, deliberate breath, and his fingers tighten into fists at his sides. You start to wash your body gently, humming to yourself. You throw your leg in the air and wash it thoroughly.
His eyes follow the movement of your leg, his gaze lingering on the curve of your thigh and the gentle motion of your hands as you wash. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he struggles to maintain his stoic demeanor.
After you clean yourself you decide to destress even more. You move your hand down to your core, rubbing your fingers against your folds. His eyes widen slightly as he watches you, his gaze riveted on the intimate act. His breath hitches, a low, almost imperceptible sound escaping his lips. He takes a step forward, his body seemingly drawn to the scene unfolding before him despite his better judgment.
You rub your fingers against your clit and start to moan softly, the waters around your arm splashing. He can't tear his eyes away, transfixed by the sight of your fingers dancing over your most sensitive flesh. The soft moans that spill from your lips send a jolt of something primal through him, his body responding with a surge of heat that he can't suppress.
“Hmm please, I’ve been a good girl,” you moan, continuing to rub circles against your clit. His control snaps as he hears your talk. With a few quick steps, he's at the edge of the bathtub, his icy façade shattering as he takes in the sight of you pleasuring yourself. His hand shoots out, gripping your wrist and gently guiding your hand away from your core.
Your eyes widen as you see Wooyoung looking at you his hand tight around your wrist. You were in complete shock as you made eye contact with him. His gaze holds yours, the intensity of his stare rendering you breathless. For a moment, the only sound is the soft lapping of the water against the tub. His voice was low as he spoke. "You shouldn't be doing that."
You scoff, “I can’t please myself in peace now? You won’t do it so I have to force myself to.” His eyes narrow, a hint of anger flashing beneath the surface. His grip on your wrist tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer. "You think I won't do it?" His voice is low and menacing. “Not in the way that I’d want you to, no.” You express holding the same intensity that he was towards you. He takes a deep breath as his grip on your wrist tightens further. His other hand reaches up, cupping your chin and tilting your head back. "What way is that?"
“With love and passion. You only see me now for lust.” You hiss before pushing his hand away forcefully. His eyes flash with anger, his jaw clenched in a tight line. For a moment, it seems like he's about to lash out, but then his expression smooths, his mask of control slipping back into place. "Love and passion are weaknesses, sweetheart. I prefer to keep things transactional."
You roll your eyes at his childish response. “And I’d like to keep things traditional,” you scoff trying to pull your hand away from his grasp. His grip on your wrist doesn't relinquish, his fingers digging deeper into your skin as he pulls you back to him. "You want traditional?" He sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. "You want romance and fairy tales? I'm a businessman, not a prince charming.” Seeing him like this broke your heart. “You made that one obvious,” you said looking into his eyes in pain. For a fleeting moment, something in his eyes flickers, a glimmer of uncertainty or perhaps even empathy, but it's quickly snuffed out by his usual cold calculation. "You're not hurt, you're just disappointed,” he said in reaction to your hurt comment. “Just leave so I can fuck myself in peace.” His grip on your wrist tightens for a moment before he releases you with a dismissive shrug. "I'll leave you to your devices." He says, his voice clipped and cold, before turning on his heel and striding away, leaving you alone in the dimly lit room.
The sound of the door opening and closing breaks the silence, signaling Wooyoungs's departure. The room feels empty and still, the only sound being your ragged breathing. As the minutes tick by, the tension and anger seem to seep out of your body, leaving behind a hollow, exhausted feeling. You breathe and exhale, trying to calm yourself down. You sit in silence for a minute to try to keep yourself together. You lay back in the tub and try to forget everything that just happened between you and Wooyoung. You felt like your life was coming apart and you didn’t know how to cope with it. You sat into the stillness of the room remembering that this will soon pass and you will find someone to love you since Wooyoung made it apparent that he wanted to keep your relationship transactional.
You start to hum to yourself as a distraction. The humming is a weak attempt to drown out the thoughts swirling in your mind, but it's a start. As you lay back in the bathtub, the warm water envelops you, and your eyelids begin to feel heavy. “I should get out in a minute.” you sigh to yourself. The water continues to swirl around you as you lay motionless, the remnants of anger and hurt slowly fading. The exhaustion, however, stays, weighing heavy on your limbs. The minutes tick by, each one bringing you closer to the decision of getting out of the tub.
You get out of the tub and start to dry your body off. As you dry off, the cool air of the bathroom hits your skin. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and for a moment, you're taken aback by the reflection staring back. Your eyes look tired, your skin paler than usual, and your expression drawn. “I need to get it together. I have to find someone to love me. I can’t dwindle away like this.” you said before pulling the robe over your body and walking to the bedroom to change into your night clothes.
You slip into a comfortable pair of pajamas, the soft fabric a gentle solace against your fragile emotions. As you make your way to the bed, your gaze falls upon the scattering of papers and notes on your side table, reminders of the meeting with the investors, and the looming deadline for the investment deal.
“Why was I forced to live like this.” you sigh spreading your body on top of the bed, letting the sheets press against your warm skin. Your phone, abandoned on the bedside table, suddenly buzzes with an incoming message. The screen illuminates, casting an eerie glow on your face. The words "Ever, we need to talk. -H" flash before your eyes, piercing through the haze of your despair. You hesitantly reach for the phone, your fingers hovering over the screen as if unsure of what secrets it might hold. The message from Hongjoong seems to weigh heavier with each passing moment, his words echoing in your mind like an unspoken challenge. The phone rings twice before Hongjoong's resonant voice answers, his tone is husky from what sounds like a late night or lingering exhaustion. "y/n, I've been trying to reach you all day. We need to discuss the Kang account. There are complications."
“What happened,” you ask bluntly, your voice uninterested in the situation. Hongjoong's pause is palpable, the silence between you a heavy, unspoken understanding. "The Kangs are getting cold feet. They're threatening to pull out of the deal if we don't meet their revised demands. I need you to charm them, y/n.” You exhale and roll your eyes, irritation lingering in your voice, “How would I do that?” Hongjoong's voice drops lower, the weight of his words seemingly pulling at your very consciousness. "You've always had a way with people, y/n. You know what they want before they even realize it themselves. Use that to your advantage. And mine." You could hear the desperation in his voice and you started to feel empathetic towards your brother-in-law.
“Okay, I will see what I can do,” you said in a flat tone, your finger hovering over the end call button. Hongjoong's tone lightens imperceptibly, a low, smooth chuckle rumbling through the phone. "I knew I could count on you, y/n. You always were the one with the silver tongue. Just remember, I'm counting on you to get this deal back on track.” “Yup I got it,” you said before hanging up and squeezing the phone out of irritation. The line goes dead, and for a moment, you're left lying there, the phone still clutched in your hand, the weight of Hongjoong's expectations settling in like a shroud. You can almost feel his eyes on you, even from afar, watching, waiting.
You place your phone back down on the nightstand and engulf yourself in the sheets. As you lay there, trying to escape the suffocating feeling of Hongjoong's demands, your mind begins to wander back to the conversation, replaying his words like a mantra. "Use that to your advantage. And mine."
“What a fucking pig, why doesn't he get his brother to do it. Why am I always trying to please others? Leave it to me to take care of two men who don't even provide for me emotionally. What a fucking joke.” you scoff to yourself before exhaling deeply. “Everything is going to be fine. All I have to do is get this deal done and we can relax for a moment. Tomorrow is another day, meaning another day to start over again.” You reassure yourself about this whole situation and sit for a minute to calm your lingering frustrations from the day. You let your eyes fall shut, drifting off to bed.
Your dreams that night are plagued with images of Hongjoong, his piercing gaze and unyielding presence haunting your sleep. You see Wooyoung in your dreams repeating everything he said to you during your arguments. You toss in bed all night your head riddled with the two brothers.
You wake up the next morning with a renewed sense of purpose, if not a slightly bitter taste in your mouth. You'll do what he asks, but not out of loyalty, only for yourself and your cut of the deal. You get up and look at the way you look in the vanity. You force a smile on your face just to make sure you remember how to. “He doesn't love you y/n. Just keep being you. Don’t change for him and don't shed any more tears.” You make this promise to yourself realizing that Wooyoung will never break his habits and he will forever be distant with you.
You get dressed and put on your designer black dress. You do your makeup and put on jewelry. You put on your heels and walk to the living room. At this time you assert yourself with confidence. This was an important deal and you had to make sure that you were on top of performing today. As you stride into the living room, you're met with the sight of Wooyoung, already seated on the couch, sipping on a cup of black coffee. He's dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit, his eyes fixed on you as you enter.
You invert your gaze from Wooyoung to the teapot lying on the coffee table. You grab a glass and pour yourself some tea. You put a cube of sugar in it and started to drink. Wooyoung's eyes narrow slightly as you avoid direct eye contact, his gaze lingering on the delicate curve of your neck. His lips compress into a thin line, his expression unreadable. "So, are you prepared to discuss the terms of our agreement with the Kangs?" You put the cup down and cross your legs before speaking, “I’m always ready.” Your voice is disinterested in having a conversation with him. Wooyoung's gaze flicks to your crossed legs, a fleeting interest sparking in his eyes before he returns to a neutral expression. He sets his cup down, his movements deliberate and controlled. "Very well. I've reviewed the proposal, and I'm willing to make some concessions.” You take another sip of your tea before making a dry response. “Hmm, that’s good. Mr. Kang would like that.”
Wooyoung's eyes flash with a hint of annoyance, but he quickly masks it with a calculating calmness. "Yes, I'm sure he would. However, I think we can both agree that Mr. Kang's interests are not the primary concern here." “Very true but he is the one taking the deal at the end of the day,” you snap back wanting him to simply shut up. Wooyoung's lips curl into a subtle, condescending smile. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong. Mr. Kang may think he's calling the shots, but I'm the one holding the reins. And I always get what I want, one way or another." I look at Wooyoung in response to his childish comments.
“Do you think Hongjoong would be pleased with how you’re talking? You know the deal Wooyoung. We sell this deal to Mr. Kang and we get our cut,” you say to get Wooyoung to know his place and to remind him that his older brother is the one calling the shots. Wooyoung's smile widens, his eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. "Hongjoong? Ha! He's too busy playing nice with the investors to care about the details. And as for the deal, I'm not worried about getting our cut.” You exhale softly before drinking my tea. You didn’t want to argue with Wooyoung anymore because you knew if he was doing this on his own he would find a way to fuck up the whole deal.
“When they get here remember that we are a loving married couple. We don’t want the Kangs suspecting us,” you say causing Wooyoung's gaze to drift to you, his expression softening ever so slightly as he raises an eyebrow. "Oh, don't worry, darling," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll make sure to put on a show for the Kangs.”
You roll your eyes and pour yourself some more tea. Wooyoung chuckles, a low, throaty sound, as he watches you roll your eyes. He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together in a gesture of mock seriousness. "After all, we're a loving married couple, living a life of perfect domestic bliss.” “So that means don’t be a dickhead.” you say sarcastically before getting up and looking out of the window. Wooyoung laughs, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I'll try to contain myself, sweetheart," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I wouldn't want to spoil the illusion of our perfect marriage." You look out the window for a while just thinking about the act that you have to put up before you decide to respond to him. You move from the window and walk behind Wooyoung, hovering over him as you speak. “Well, we should get into character.” Wooyoung was more into the contract than he was into you, a typical sight you were used to.
You changed your personality from Wooyoungs arranged wife to his loving and caring soulmate. “Good morning darling,” you cooed before rubbing your hands against his chest. You could feel his body tense up from the sudden feeling of you caressing his chest softly. You slowly pull away from his and walk in front of him. “So nice to see you awake.” you express before grabbing his chin with my fingers and pulling him closer to your lips. You press a passionate kiss on his lips before pulling away and looking down at him. Wooyoung's eyes flicker with surprise at the sudden change in your demeanor, but he quickly recovers, a charming smile spreading across his face. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a deeper kiss, his lips expertly mimicking passion and affection.
“That’s good enough,” you say the smile on your face fading into a neutral expression. You pull back and move back to your spot on the couch, taking a sip of your tea to get the taste of him out of your mouth. Wooyoung's arms fall from your waist, his expression carefully neutral as you return to your seat. He watches you for a moment longer before turning his attention back to the paper in his hand, adjusting his tie with an air of cool indifference. "Took you long enough," he snickered. “We are just pretending.” you expressed reminding Wooyoung that it was all an act. Wooyoung's gaze meets yours, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Of course, darling," he says, his tone laced with sarcasm. "I forgot we're just pretending to be in love. How convenient." He pauses, his expression turned icy once more. You could tell Wooyoung’s own morals were starting to slip. Just yesterday he was preaching to you how love was pointless but now he suddenly forgets that the love that you give to him is all pretend. You start to scoff to yourself realizing that Wooyoung isn’t as strong as he thinks he is.
You take a sip of your tea and your eyes wander his body, looking at Wooyoung up and down. You notice the visible tent in his pants and you couldn’t help but piss him off. “You need to control that before the Kangs get here.” His eyes narrow, his face flushing with a subtle hint of embarrassment. He quickly regains his composure, his mask of confidence slipping back into place. "It's none of your concern," he says, his voice low and even. You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself and roll your eyes knowing that he was flustered by simple one kiss. Wooyoung's eyes flash with annoyance, his jaw clenched in irritation. "What's so funny?" he asks, his tone dripping with disdain. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to subtly adjust himself without drawing attention to the obvious signs of his arousal.
“The only thing funny in this situation is how hard you are from me kissing you. We are described as an overly affectionate couple, so you can’t just get hard like you aren’t used to us kissing.” His eyes flashed with anger and embarrassment at your comment. "Shut up," he says, his voice low and menacing. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his arousal remains evident. "You think you're clever, don't you?" You pause and smile to yourself as you feel Wooyoung’s facade fading at your command. You quickly changed your demeanor from cold to warm. You turned and looked at Wooyoung, a precious smile painted on your face,
“I do my love.” Wooyoung's expression softens, his eyes warming up as he gazes at you. He clears his throat, attempting to maintain a semblance of dignity despite his still-obvious arousal. "Ah, dear," he says, his voice slightly wavering, "you're not helping the situation." You look at him as if he is a lost puppy before speaking. “Well my love, you better fix it soon before they get here. Imagine their first impression of Mr. Kang is his boner poking out of his trousers.” You chuckle softly seeing a peak of his softer side come out because of his embarrassment.
Wooyoung's face turns bright red as he glances down at his crotch, his embarrassment and frustration palpable. He hastily adjusts himself, trying to hide the evidence of his arousal. "Dammit, y/n," he mutters under his breath, "you're not making this any easier for me."
“I’m not doing anything, your mind is just filled with dirty thoughts and you need to get rid of them.” Your response struck a nerve with him causing him to become defensive. "My mind is not filled with dirty thoughts," he protests, though his voice lacks conviction. He straightens his tie, his motions stiff and awkward. “I'm a respected businessman, not some hormone-driven teenager.”
“Wooyoung I just kissed you, you are hard as a rock right now. Last night you watched me play with myself in the bathtub. You aren’t a saint.” His face reddening further as he struggles to maintain his composure. "That's not the point," he snaps back, trying to ignore the fact that you were right. You could see him struggling in the moment so you decided to make him struggle even more. “Oh my beloved husband, then what is the point?” He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. "I-I don't know what you're trying to do, but it won't work," He stutters before looking back at the contract.
“My love I’m not doing anything I’m just practicing for when they come,” you say softly before smirking at him with amusement. You can see the anger emanating from Wooyoung as he looks you in the eyes. "So you think you can just play me like a fool?" He sets down the paperwork on the coffee table, his voice dripping with venom. "You think you can use your charms to manipulate me, to get what you want?" You could sense that Wooyoung’s anger was getting the best of him. He didn’t like being controlled so this whole situation fueled his rage even more. The idea of you manipulating him and you being in control made him feel inferior to you. This caused his reactions to be radioactive and his emotions to be erratic and almost seem bipolar.
“I’m practicing on you so I can get what we want from the Kangs. All we need is for them to take the deal that’s it. Then we can go back to being ourselves.” You said, your expression is a bit more serious. You were trying to reassure Wooyoung of why you were doing the things that you were doing to him. But in reality, you wanted to see a glimpse of the softer side you never got to experience. Wooyoung's expression subsides, his anger giving way to a calculating curiosity. "I see," he pauses before speaking again. "You're using me as a test subject, to refine your skills before the real negotiation. And what makes you think this will work?" A sly smirk danced across your lips. “It always works. Why do you think Hongjoong speaks so highly of me?” you allude before taking a sip of your tea. His gaze lingers on the smirk, "Hongjoong," he repeats, his tone neutral, but laced with a hint of warning. "You think you're that good, huh?” You rolled your eyes knowing that Wooyoung didn’t know half. He didn’t know that before you were both in an arranged marriage you had eyes on Hongjoong. You had Hongjoong around your finger until both of your parents decided to arrange the both of you together.
“Trust me darling I know I am.” You scoff followed by a chuckle. Wooyoung’s expression remains impassive, but his eyes flicker with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "Save it for the Kangs, sweetheart," he says, his voice dry. "I'm not impressed." He glances at his watch, his gaze lingering on the time. “That’s because you know my secret.” Wooyoung's eyes narrow, his interest piqued despite himself. "And what secret would that be?" he asks, his voice low and even, but with a hint of curiosity lurking beneath the surface.
You get up once again and hover yourself over him again. “That I can change my character swiftly to get whatever I want,” you whisper in his ear. “Just like how you got hard from me acting as your loving wife that fucks you right,” you said trailing my hands down his chest. Wooyoung's eyes flash with anger, but his body betrays him, his chest rising and falling with a sudden intake of breath. He tries to maintain his composure. "You think your little manipulative games are going to work on me?"
“Absolutely my love” you whisper, followed by kissing him on his neck. Wooyoung's eyes drift closed, his jaw clenched as he struggles to resist the sensations coursing through his body. His hands, however, involuntarily flex, as if craving to grasp and hold onto you. “Darling if this deal is successful with the Kangs I’ll let you take me,” you whispered your lips touching his ear. His breathing grows heavier, his control wavering as his gaze snaps back to yours. For a moment, his eyes burn with a fierce intensity, and his voice drops to a low, husky tone. "You're pushing it, sweetheart." You ignore his threat and continue to tease him further. “Just imagine how desperate I sound as you ram into me.” You then proceed to moan in his ear, “Mmmm Wooyoung,” you playfully moaned before giggling.
Wooyoung’s face darkens, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desire. His hands shoot out and grasp your arms. He pulls you infront of him and tails his hands down to your hips as he pulls you onto his lap. "You want to play dirty, huh?" His voice is low and menacing, his breathing hot against your ear. You chuckle as he sits you on his lap. “Absolutely.”
"Then let's be nasty," he whispers, trailing his fingers along your jaw to turn your face towards his. He then leaned in to claim your lips in a bruising kiss. His hands roam freely over your body as he whispers wicked things in your ear. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." You smirk against the kiss mischievously “Just how you like it, my love.”
"You're a fucking danger," he mutters, his lips quirking into a smirk as he pulls back to look at you. "But I fucking love it." You chuckle getting off his lap and moving your way back to your side of the couch. His gaze follows your every move as you saunter back to your seat. He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with a slow, deliberate slowness. "Tease." You take another sip of your tea before saying, “Trust me I know how to do that the best baby,” His gaze never leaves yours, his eyes flashing with a hint of warning as he raises an eyebrow. "Don't think you've gotten out of this that easily, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and silky, a promise of retribution lurking beneath the surface. You chuckle in amusement. He was so easy to turn on even when we were just “pretending”.
Wooyoung seems to gleam with a knowing intensity as if he's aware of the game you're playing and is more than willing to play along. He leans back on the couch, steepling his fingers together as he regards you with an air of quiet confidence.
The doorbell rings and you both get up and walk to the door. “Remember we are a loving husband and wife.” Wooyoung shoots you a dry look, but a hint of a smirk plays on his lips as he takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours in a gesture of affection. He opens the door, his smile widening into a charming, effortless grin as he greets whoever is on the other side.
“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Kang please come in.” you give a pleasant smile before moving to the side. Wooyoung's grip on your hand tightens slightly as he steps aside, allowing the Kangs to enter. He nods cordially, his smile never faltering, as he ushers them into the living room. "Please, make yourselves at home. Can I offer you something to drink?" The Kangs say they would simply want water and this signals Wooyoung to go to the kitchen. “It’s such a nice day outside. Amazing weather for golf. Me and my husband were just discussing that not long before you both came in.” you smiled flashing your charm. Wooyoung returns with a tray holding four glasses of water, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he hands them out with a courteous smile. "Ah, yes, the weather is perfect for golf, isn't it? We were thinking of squeezing in a round later this week.”
You smile at Wooyoung, grab the glasses from the tray and place them down on the coffee table. Wooyoung's gaze lingers on you for a moment, appreciating the grace with which you handle the glasses. He sets the tray down on the nearby sideboard, his eyes twinkling as he turns back to the conversation. "You both play golf?" Mr. Kang nods and goes on a tangent about how he goes frequently. He talks about how he loves going early in the morning and you and Wooyoung listen intensively, smiling and nodding. Mrs. Kang makes a joke about his obsession causing everyone to laugh. “Trust me my husband is the same way.” You chuckle.
Wooyoung's laughter is a low, smooth sound, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he joins in the amusement. He inclines his head towards you, his gaze warm with shared understanding, before turning back to the Kangs. “I heard that you both will be going on vacation soon isn’t that exciting? A month's vacation is a treat.” You smile looking at them. Mr. Kang nods and talks about the planned trip to the Virgin Islands and how he wants to treat his wife to something special. “Oooh a romantic I see.” you giggle flashing Mrs. Kang a smile. Mr. Kang smiles back and kisses his wife on the cheek.
“I just know you both will have an amazing time. Should we go over the business deal?” You smile reaching out of your briefcase to pull out a contract. Wooyoung's attention snaps back to you, his eyes locking onto the contract in your hand. His expression transforms the geniality of moments before giving way to a sharp, calculating intensity. He nods curtly, his voice taking on a clipped tone. "Yes, let's get down to business.” You go over the paperwork with the Kangs for a good 2 hours. There was a lot of negotiation involved but it seemed like they were pleased with the offer. “Okay then it’s settled, just sign here for me.” Mr. and Mrs. Kang signed the contract and everyone got up and shook each other's hand. Everyone continued to make small talk and laugh just before they left. You and Wooyoung waved as they left and Wooyoung shut the door. As the door closes behind the Kangs, Wooyoung's demeanor shifts once again, his expression becoming more relaxed, though still guarded. He turns to face you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he surveys you. "Well done," he says, his tone firm. "You handled that meeting like a pro.”
“Of course I did. I told you I was good at charming people. We needed the deal so I had to do what was best. I’m just happy that the Kangs took the bait.” I said exhaling my body relaxing.
Wooyoung's gaze lingers on you for a moment, his eyes seem to be searching for something beneath the surface. Then, he nods, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Yes, charming people is indeed one of your talents." You chuckle at his comment and pick up the cups off the table. “Yeah, I had you pretty worked up earlier.” Wooyoung's expression remains impassive, but a hint of dry humor creeps into his voice. "Worked up? I was merely intrigued by your audacity." He glances at the cups in your hand, his attention snapping back to the task at hand. “Right.” you chuckle gathering up the glasses and taking them to the kitchen. Wooyoung follows you to the kitchen, his footsteps quiet on the floor. He leans against the counter, watching you with an air of casual interest as you put the cups in the dishwasher. "So, what do you think the Kangs will do next?"
“Well first go on their vacation then continue with their regular business,” you say closing the dishwasher. “What are you doing the rest of the day?” Wooyoung's eyes narrow slightly, his gaze turning introspective. "I have a meeting with a potential investor later today. And then, I have some personal matters to attend to." You look down at your watch before saying, “Got it, well I will be here working on my work once you get busy. Is there anything you would like to do for the time being?” Wooyoung's gaze flicks to your watch, then back to your face, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Actually, I think I'll join you in the living room. I have some documents to review, and your company is tolerable." You roll your eyes at his sly comment.
“Okay sounds good,” You say before getting out a charcuterie board and a glass of wine. Wooyoung raises an eyebrow as he leans against the counter beside you, his eyes fixed on the charcuterie board and wine. "You're trying to impress me, aren't you?" His tone is laced with dry humor, but a hint of curiosity creeps into his voice. “Absolutely not, I’m trying to enjoy myself after a job well done. I know you are a whisky guy, not a wine man.” you chuckle pouring yourself a glass.
Wooyoung's expression remains unreadable, but a faint glint of approval sparks in his eyes. "You're learning. Most people wouldn't dare assume my preferences, let alone correct themselves." “I’m your wife, even though we don’t spend that much time together I know what you like.” You say before grabbing the board and wine and making your way to the living room. Wooyoung follows you, his long strides eating up the distance as he hovers behind you. "I suppose that's true," he says, his voice low and measured. "Though I've often wondered if our arrangement is more convenient for you than I previously thought."
“Convenient how?” you chuckle placing the wine and board on the coffee table. Wooyoung's gaze narrows, his eyes piercing as he regards you. "Don't play coy, darling. Our marriage is a mutually beneficial arrangement, isn't it? I receive the respectability of being married to someone of your standing, and you gain access to my resources and influence."
“This is true,” you say before walking down the long hallway to your shared bedroom to change into something comfortable. You strip away your dress leaving only your panties and bra on and wrap your body in my silk-green robe. You could feel Wooyoung’s eyes tracking your movements from the doorway. You turn to look at him, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression unreadable. “You didn’t have to follow me. You could have just stayed in the living room. Unless you need something.” you teased undoing the strap on your robe and flashing your body to him, your lace set looking at him. Wooyoung's gaze doesn't waver, his eyes locked onto the tantalizing glimpse of your body. A slight raise of his eyebrow is the only indication of his interest, but his voice remains smooth and controlled. "I think I do need something, darling. Your attention, perhaps?"
“How could I give you my attention my darling husband?” you say sarcastically closing your robe and leaving the room. Wooyoung's eyes narrow, a faint spark of amusement dancing in their depths. He strides after you, his legs easily keeping pace with yours. "You know exactly how my dear wife. You're not as innocent as you're pretending to be." You chuckle, loving this game of him following me around like you're his prey. “How would you know? You never dabbled in peeking at my arousal. You have no idea if I’m innocent or not.” Wooyoung's smile grows, a calculated glint in his eye as he corners you in the hallway. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, my love. I've been watching you, studying you. I know exactly when to make my move, and exactly how to get what I want."
“Mmm, I’m sorry my dear” you smirk wrapping your fingers around his tie and pulling him closer to you, your lips lining up with his ear. “I hate to break it to you but I won’t easily crumble under your touch. No matter how much I want you to fuck me you will have to chase me,” you say before letting go of his tie and walking back to the living room. Wooyoung's eyes flash with a mix of surprise and intrigue, his pupils dilating slightly as he processes your bold move. "Is that a challenge, my love?"
“In ways yes. It’s more of a challenge for you and not for me. I have self-control. You on the other hand do not. See how long you can last before you pounce on me.” you tease, sitting down on the couch, drinking my wine. Wooyoung's gaze lingers on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your lips as you smile. He takes a step closer, his movements deliberate and calculated, his voice low and husky. "I'll have you know, I've built my empire on self-control.” You put a piece of meat and cheese into your mouth, looking up at him. “Is that right?” you chuckle. He takes another step closer, his presence looming over you like a dark shadow. "Yes, that's right," he says, his voice dripping with confidence.
You take a piece of meat and cheese and get up from the couch. You walk over to Wooyoung and guide it to his mouth. “We will see how much self-control you have my dear husband.” Wooyoung's eyes flash with surprise, his gaze fixed on the offering. For a moment, he seems to hesitate, his mouth opening slightly as if to accept the snack. Then, his expression darkens, and he reaches out to grasp your wrist, his grip like a vice. “What is it, my love? You can’t eat from my fingers?” you chuckle looking up at him. Wooyoung's grip tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he glares down at you. His eyes flash with fury, and for a moment, it seems as if he might lose control. "I am not your plaything," he growls, his voice barely controlled.
“If you say so my love.” you smile removing your wrist from his grasp and eating the snack. “I just wanted to please you that’s all,” you say caressing his arm with your hand before you sit back on the couch. Wooyoung's gaze follows your every move, his eyes burning with intensity. For a moment, he seems to be collecting himself, his expression a mask of calmness. "You think you can manipulate me with such childish games?" You roll your eyes and look down. “Tell your dick that,” you say referring to the visible tent in his pants. You then take a sip of your wine. Wooyoung's face darkens, his eyes flashing with anger. He takes a step closer to you, his voice low and menacing. "You think you're clever, don't you?" he sneers, his eyes fixed on yours. "But you're just playing with fire, darling.” You scoff, “From the looks of it baby, you are the one playing with fire. You’re the one all worked up and hot.” You say eating a grape and laying back on the couch.
Wooyoung's eyes narrow, his jaw clenched in frustration. He takes another step closer, his presence looming over you as he speaks. "You're pushing your luck, sweetheart. You think you can tease me like this and get away with it?" “Absolutely because you have self-control. remember?” you grab another grape and eat it. He reaches out, his hand grasping the armrest of the couch beside you, his fingers digging into the leather as he leans in closer. "Self-control is a myth when it comes to you, darling." You giggle at his words finally seeing that he has broken his cold facade. You place your hand on his cheek and caress it softly. “Are you losing control, my love?” Wooyoung's eyes flutter closed, his breathing quickening as he succumbs to your touch. He presses his cheek into your hand, his skin warm against your palm. For a moment, his guard drops, and his mask of control slips, revealing a glimmer of vulnerability beneath. "Maybe."
You look at him softly seeing his demeanor change. “Then come here, baby,” you breathe before pulling him closer by his tie and placing a kiss on his lips. Wooyoung's eyes snap open, his lips parting in surprise as you pull him in for a kiss. “You look so good today Wooyoung,” you said between the kiss. For a moment, he's frozen, his body tense with anticipation. Then he yields, his lips crashing against yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. Wooyoung's hands wrap around your waist, pulling you off the couch and into his arms as he deepens the kiss. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you in place as he devours your lips. The air around you seems to be charged with electricity, your desire and passion coursing through every nerve in your body. You pull away for a moment and look at his face, seeing the need in his expression. “Don’t you have some paperwork to do my love?” You tease him watching the frustration sweep across his face. He exhales heavily, his chest heaving with restrained passion. "Paperwork?" he repeats, his voice low and rough, heavy with disappointment. "You think I care about paperwork right now?"
“That’s what I like to hear baby.” You then press my lips back onto his. Wooyoung's scowl disappears, replaced by pleasure as he claims your lips once more. He devours you, his tongue tangling with yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. His hands slide up your back, pulling you even closer, his body molding against yours. “Fuck...” you gasp against the kiss as you reach down to his suit jacket and start to unbutton it, causing his breath to hitch. His hands suddenly grip onto your wrist and squeeze tightly as if he was trying to hold back. He breaks the kiss, a low moan escaping his lips as he watches your fingers work on his buttons. "You're forcing my hand, love,"
You remove his jacket and breath in his ear, “To be honest darling, I couldn’t give a fuck.” you say before pressing your lips back together. Wooyoung's eyes roll back, his body shuddering against yours. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in with fierce possessiveness. His lips devour yours, his tongue stroking yours with a slow, deliberate intensity.
You start to unbutton his button-down as you kiss passionately. “Ever since I saw you shirtless at our honeymoon I have wanted you since. I can’t believe you didn’t fuck me that night. You're such a tease.” you said against his lips. He moans, his lips faltering for a moment as he pulls back, his eyes blazing with intensity. "You think I didn't want to?"
“Why didn’t you? I was waiting. I touched myself that night because of you.” You pulled his button down completely off, running your hands down his chest to his stomach. Wooyoung's face darkens, his jaw clenched in restraint. His hands slide up your back, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer. "I was trying to be a gentleman," he growls, his voice low. “It was our honeymoon, we were married at that point. I wanted you to ruin me,” you say before starting to unbuckle his pants. He hisses, his body tensing as he tries to maintain control. "You have no idea how hard it was for me to restrain myself that night," he breathed trying to keep it together.
“Well, baby you can make up for it right now.” You say unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them. You then unravel my robe and expose my lace underwear set to him. Wooyoung's gaze devours your body, his eyes lingering on the lace underwear before snapping back to yours. You pull him in closer and whisper. “Where do you want me? In the living room? In the bedroom?” You pause and smirk against his ear. “In your office?” His chest heaves with a ragged breath as he struggles to maintain his composure. "My office," *he demands, his voice barely above a whisper.
You chuckle before getting up and grabbing his hand, guiding him to his office in just your lingerie. Wooyoung's eyes never leave yours as he follows you, his grip on your hand tightening. He slams the door shut behind him, the sound echoing through the room. He spins you around, his hands grasping your waist as he pushes you against the desk. You moan wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Wooyoung's lips crash down on yours, his kiss fierce and demanding. His hands roam your body, tracing the curves of your waist and hips before grasping your thighs and lifting you onto the desk. "I've wanted this for so long," he confesses between the kiss. “So have I,” you say before reaching behind your back and unhooking your bra, tossing it across the room. Wooyoung's eyes widen as your bra flies across the room, his gaze immediately snapping back to your now-exposed breasts. He takes a step closer, his breathing heavy, as he cups your boobs in his hands. His thumbs tease your nipples, sending a chill to your core.
“Fuck,” you breathe before reaching down and rubbing your hand along his still-clothe shaft. Wooyoung groans as he thrusts into your palm, his hips moving on their own accord. "You have no idea how many nights I've jerked off to thoughts of this," he confesses, his eyes burning into yours. “Then I plan to make it more than you ever imagined.” You pull down his pants slightly and rub him through his boxers. “So thick.” you breathe, pressing a kiss on his lips. Wooyoung's hips buck into your hand, a low moan escaping his lips as you rub him through his boxers. He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Get rid of these," *he commands, nodding towards your panties.
You reached for your panties and slid them off, a trail of my juices connecting from your panties to your core. Wooyoung's eyes flicker down to the glistening wet trail leading from your discarded panties to your slick core causing his pupils to dilate. "Spread your legs," he orders, his voice low and commanding. You spread your legs and look him into his eyes. Wooyoung's gaze lingers on your exposed core for a moment, his breath hitching as he drinks at the sight of you. With a swift movement, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pushes them down, freeing his member. His dick slaps against your thigh and your eyes grow wide at his size. Wooyoung's lips curl into a smug smirk as he notices your reaction to the size of his dick. He grips his shaft, giving it a few slow, deliberate strokes. "You're going to take all of me," he promises, his voice dripping with confidence. "Every inch."
You look at him and your demeanor turns from confident to sheepish. You take a deep breath and nod your head letting him know that you agree to take him. Wooyoung's smirk grows wider at your submissive nod, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. He steps closer, his tip brushing against your soaked folds. "Good girl," he purrs, his voice low and approving. "Now, spread your legs wider for me." You do as you are told and spread your legs, looking at him as you do so. Wooyoung's eyes darken with lust as he takes in the sight of your spread thighs, your pussy glistening with arousal. He positions the head of his cock at your entrance.. "Look at me," he commands, his voice rough with desire. You look at him shyly and bite your lip in anticipation. Wooyoung's nostrils flare as he notices your nervous gesture. With one slow, careful thrust, he begins to push himself inside you, his hard length stretching you wide. "You're so tight," he murmurs, his voice filled with approval. You couldn’t help but roll my eyes back, your walls clenching around him, your walls near your cervix finally being touched.
Wooyoung's gaze locks onto your face, his eyes intense as he watches you react to him thrusting inside you. He pauses, giving you a moment to adjust to his size before pulling almost out, only the head of his cock remaining inside you. You feel your walls clench around nothing making your heart race in desperation. Wooyoung's lips quirk at the corners as he sees your desperate need. Taking pity on you, he pushes back inside, filling you once more. This time, he sets a rhythm, thrusting in and out of you with deep, powerful strokes. "Breathe, baby," he insists as he watches you hold your breath. “Holy fuck,” you moan trying to keep your composure. "Keep moaning for me," he demands watching you come undone in front of him.
“Wooyoung, augh-” you moan out gibberish your mind completely spiraling with each thrust. You lay your back flat on the desk not being able to hold yourself up anymore. Your body feels weak as you focus all of your energy on clenching around him. Wooyoung's eyes flash with excitement as he sees you surrender to his touch. He leans forward, "Give in, baby. Give into me," he whispers, his words pulling you over the edge. “I- aaaugh,” you moan in desperation gripping his arm and clawing slightly. Wooyoung's grip on your hips tightens as he senses your impending orgasm. He thrusts harder, faster, his cock pounding into you recklessly. "You look so sexy like this baby," he growls, his voice laced with urgency, his pleasure building with each passing second.
“Fuck-” you breathe as he goes faster, you trail your fingers down to your clit and start to rub. Your walls twitch as you get closer. Wooyoung watches you with intense focus, his climax rapidly approaching as he feels your walls begin to flutter around his cock. He reaches down, capturing your hand in his and forcing it away from your clit, his voice a low, dominant command. "No, baby. I'll decide when you come," You whimper looking up at him with pleading eyes, “Please-” Wooyoung's gaze is unwavering as he pins you beneath him, his thumb finding your clit and applying firm pressure. His hips ram into you, his cock driving deeper with each stroke. "When I say so, baby. Not a moment before,"
“Shit shit shit shit shit-” you moan trying your best to hold back from exploding around him. Wooyoung's eyes darken with lust as he sees how close you are. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I can feel you teetering, baby. Hold on just a bit longer." You reach for his head, gripping his hair tightly as you feel your walls quiver around him. Wooyoung's head jerks back slightly as you grasp his hair, his eyes flashing with a spark of pleasure. He hisses, his cock surging forward in response to your tightening walls. "Good girl," he breathes. "Now, come for me."
“Mmmmm Wooyoung!” you yell as you feel the knot in your core pop. You feel myself squirt all over his dick and stomach causing it to trail down onto his desk. Wooyoung's eyes roll back as he feels your pussy clench and pulse around him, your juices soaking his cock and belly. With a guttural groan, he buries himself into your soaked core and lets go, his orgasm washing over him in intense waves. "FUCK!" He drops down and nuzzles his face into the crock of your neck. Wooyoung's arms wrap around you, holding you close as your orgasm continues. His own breathing is heavy and labored, his muscles tense with aftershocks. You continue to shake involuntarily, holding onto him for support. "Easy now," he murmurs gently, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispers soothing words.
“Mmmm holy shit.” you gasp, trying to calm yourself down from your intense orgasm. "Did you enjoy that?" Wooyoung asks, his voice still shaky from exertion. He presses a tender kiss to your forehead before slowly pulling out of you, his softened cock slipping free with a wet, slick sound. “Yes… a lot,” you said shyly as his cum starts to leak out of your core. A satisfied smirk tugs at the corner of Wooyoung's lips as he sees the result of his hard work. "Good girl," he praises, causing your cheeks to flush a light shade of red. He then reached down to gently wipe away the excess with his fingers before sucking them clean. "I'll take care of you now." Your eyes then open wide as you see him lick up a combination of my juices and his cum off his fingers. Wooyoung's gaze locks onto yours, his eyes burning with a sensual intensity as he savors the taste. A hint of amusement plays on his lips as if he knows exactly how his actions are affecting you. "Mm, you taste amazing," he whispers.
Your pussy twitches at his words causing more of his cum to leak out of your core. Wooyoung's eyes darken with renewed interest at the sight of his release dripping from your still-sensitive core. He leans in, his tongue darting out to lick the trail of his cum from your inner thigh to your glistening pussy lips. "Delicious," he murmurs approvingly. You whimper and bite your lip in desperation. “Can we please… go another round?” Hearing your desperate plea, Wooyoung's eyes glint with desire. He moves between your legs, his cock twitching as he teases your entrance. "You want more, hm?" he teases, slowly pushing inside you. "Y-yes.” you moan, looking into his eyes and biting your lip.
Wooyoung's expression softens slightly at your eager response. He grips your hips possessively as he thrusts the rest of the way in, his thick length stretching you once again. "Wrap your legs around me, baby," he instructs gently, his voice belaying the dominance of his actions. “Fuck-” you breathe, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him deeper inside you. "I'm going to take you nice and slow this time, so I can watch you fall apart." His fingers dig into your soft skin, holding you close as he begins to move. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one causing you to moan in pleasure as he fills you completely. "That's right," he moans as you both look each other in the eyes. “Oh my god, that feels so good baby,” you moan rubbing your hand against his forearm. He leans down, his forehead pressed against yours as he continues his slow, deep thrusts. "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs against your lips. "You like feeling me inside you, stretching you, claiming you?"
“Yes, oh god yes,” you breathe, looking into his eyes. He leans in, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss as he increases the pace of his thrusts. His tongue tangles with yours, the movement mirroring the deep, claiming strokes of his cock inside you. You run your hand along his back gently clawing as he thrust into you. Wooyoung groans into the kiss, his body tensing as your nails dig into his skin. He breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he looks down at you with a fierce, possessive gaze. "Mine," he growls, his hips snapping forward in a harder, more demanding thrust. “Yours,” you breathed looking at him with half-lidded eyes. His face flashes with satisfaction at your surrender, and he thrust deeper, his cock stroking a spot that makes you spiral. "Always mine," he repeats, his voice low and menacing, as if daring anyone to try and take you from him, "Forever."
“Forever” you repeat, your eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure. Wooyoung's thrusts become erratic as the promise of forever sends him spiraling toward release. His cock swells inside you, and he groans deeply as he empties himself, filling you with his seed. "Forever," he repeats again and again, like a mantra. You start to rub his back as he comes down from his high. “Together forever,” you whispered in his ear. Wooyoung shivers at your whispered words, his body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. He turns his head, nuzzling his face into your neck as he wraps his arms around you protectively. "Always," he agrees, his voice rough with emotion. "Together, always." A tear starts to fall from your face knowing that Wooyoung finally sees me as his wife..
Wooyoung feels the tear come down on his cheek and he removes himself from your neck to look at you. His eyes soften as he notices the tear, and his gaze follows it as it rolls down your cheek. He gently wipes it away with his thumb, his touch tender. "My wife," he whispers, his voice filled with a deep affection, "my love." You pout as more tears start to stream down your cheeks, “I’m sorry I don’t mean to cry.” Wooyoung shakes his head, a small smile gracing his lips. "Don’t apologize," he murmurs, kissing your forehead softly. "Your tears are precious to me." His thumb continues to gently stroke your cheek as he holds you close, offering comfort and reassurance. You press your head closer to his hand, wanting his touch to be closer to you.
Wooyoung's smile widens, and his eyes crinkle at the corners as he gazes at you with warmth. He leans in, his lips brushing against your forehead in a gentle, tender kiss. "You are precious to me," he whispers. "You’re all I’ve ever wanted Wooyoung” you respond, caressing his shoulder. Wooyoung's eyes flutter closed, and he takes a deep breath as if savoring the words. His fingers tighten around you, pulling you closer as he buries his face in the curve of your neck. "And you, my love," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion. “I’m so happy right now,” you smile. Wooyoung's face relaxes, and he exhales a contented sigh, his body melting into yours as he lets go of all reserve. His arms wrap tightly around you, holding you close as he nuzzles his head deeper into the curve of your neck. "I am happy too."
“I- I love you Wooyoung.” you express another tear falling down your face. Wooyoung's eyes snap open, and he lifts his head to gaze at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. His face is etched with vulnerability, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too," he says, his words dripping with sincerity.
You giggle and move his hair out of his face. “We should get cleaned up. We made a huge mess on your desk.” Wooyoung's gaze lingers on yours, his eyes softening with affection before he nods and stands up, pulling you with him. He looks down at the mess on his desk and lets out a low chuckle. "I suppose we did," he says, his voice tinged with amusement. He carries you to the bathroom, turns on the shower, and you both get in together. As the warm water cascades down on you, Wooyoung wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he gently washes away the remnants of the passionate encounter. His hands move with a tender touch, his fingers tracing the curves of your body as he cleans you. "You know," he says suddenly. “Hmm?” you ask opening your eyes. Wooyoung's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intimate as he continues. "I think I'm falling for you." He pauses, his chest rising with a deep breath as he searches your face for a reaction. "Hard."
“Now you see how I feel my love.” you giggle turning around and pressing your head against his chest. Wooyoung's arms tighten around you, holding you close as he rests his head on top of yours, inhaling deeply. He lets out a soft sigh, his body relaxing into the embrace as he whispers "My love," He kisses the top of your head, his lips gentle and adoring. Wooyoung's lips curve into a soft smile as he speaks, his voice filled with a warmth that's rarely seen. "I never thought I'd find someone like you. You're different. You make me feel" He pauses, his words trailing off as he searches for the right phrase. His gaze drifts downward, his eyes locking onto yours as he continues, his voice barely above a whisper. "Human." He says the word as if it's a revelation, a subtle tremble in his hand as he strokes your hair.
Your eyes soften as you look at him with adoration. “Of course baby.” You get on your tippy toes and lay a soft kiss on his lips. Wooyoung's eyes flutter closed as your lips touch his, a soft sigh escaping him as he savors the gentle kiss. He deepens the kiss, his lips moving slowly and sweetly against yours, his arms tightening around you to pull you closer. “You’re my special human,” you cooed between the kiss. Wooyoung chuckles, his lips still moving against yours as he responds. "You're my everything," he whispers, his words muffled by the kiss.
“No, you’re my everything.” you giggle and smile into the kiss. Wooyoung's smile mirrors yours, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he pulls back slightly, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, tender motion. "I think we can agree on that," he says, smiling warmly. You giggle and press your forehead on top of his, looking into his eyes. Wooyoung's gaze holds yours, his eyes darkening with emotion as he searches for words to express the depth of his feelings. "You're the only one who's ever seen me, truly seen me," he whispers, his voice trembling with vulnerability. “Oh Wooyoung.” you coo, rubbing his body to soothe his emotions.
Wooyoung's eyes flutter closed, his face tilting into the gentle touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he relaxes into your embrace. "You're my safe haven," he whispers, his voice barely audible, as if the words are being torn from the depths of his soul. “You’re mine as well baby.” you express continuing to rub him. Wooyoung's arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he buries his face in the curve of your neck, "I don't deserve you."
“Trust me baby you deserve me. The most stubborn individuals always need their small adoring fairy.” You kiss his cheek and rub his head. A soft, husky laugh escapes Wooyoung's lips as he nuzzles his face deeper into the crook of your neck, his arms tightening around you. "You're the only one who can tame me, little fairy," he whispers, his voice laced with affection and gratitude. You giggle, “And now I have a stubborn man that I have to take care of. But I don’t mind at all.” Wooyoung's eyes sparkle with amusement, a small smile playing on his lips as he pulls back to gaze at you, his face soft and affectionate. "You're stuck with me, little one,"
“I know, forever.” you chuckle, pressing a kiss on his lips. Wooyoung's lips curve upwards, meeting yours in a gentle, tender kiss, as if savoring the promise of forever. "Forever," he whispers, his voice filled with conviction, his eyes locking onto yours, shining with a deep, abiding love.
summary• you have been working with Dr. Kang for years as his chief nursing officer in his family medicine clinic. You both became friends after working with him for so long and gained a bond with him. But this bond slowly turned into more than just a friendship.
warnings• friends to lovers, smut, pet names (love, darling, baby), oral fem! receiving, nipple play, handjob, unprotected sex, passionate sex, rough sex, dirty talk, squirting. (tell me if I forgot something.)
videos/audios to view before reading•
Videos (had to show some as links because Tumblr is dumb):
₊˚⊹— Video 1
₊˚⊹— Video 2
Audio:
do you have any audios for yeosang? his voic
w/c• 8.3k
a/n• I have had this one in my drafts for a long time and I was finally able to finish it! I was genuinely battling so much trying to write this one so if some of it sounds broken up that's because I was going back and forth with myself on this smut and how I wanted to portray Yeosang. Anyway, enjoy! I will be working on either a Seonghwa or Wooyoung smut next to complete the OT8 saga!
You plop onto the leather chair, feeling your body sink into it. It was the end of your long shift and you couldn’t feel happier. These past few days have been long and stressful so when you were finally able to sit down it was a relief. As the Chief Nursing Officer, you had many responsibilities when it came to clients so you and Yeosang needed to have frequent meetings about patients. You have been working for Yeosang for years allowing you both to grow comfortable and close to each other. You both had a very tight friendship outside of work as well but recently the friendship has been on edge. Yeosang in a work setting and him outside of work are 2 different Yeosang's. At work, he is very professional with you and his colleagues. He can come off as very stern and demanding when he is at work. But when you are both by yourself he comes off very shy. All the years you have known Yeosang you have seen him as a shy person that only talks when he is comfortable. It took a few months for you to get Yeosang to open up to you but you didn’t mind because his company was enough.
One night you and Yeosang hung out at his house to have drinks. This was a normal occasion for the both of you but things went a little differently than you expected. You were both on the couch just watching a documentary when you decided to place your head on Yeosang’s shoulder. Yeosang likes his personal space, so it surprised you when he didn’t move out of the way. You didn’t think much of it but you soon realized that Yeosang placed his hand on your inner thigh. You felt his hand squeeze tightly causing you to look up at him. He met your gaze and you just looked at each other for a minute. He moved closer to you to kiss you but you turned away. You were so drunk and you couldn’t comprehend the situation at the time but all you knew was that if you kept going you would both end up fucking each other. You didn’t want that, at least not yet.
You keep replaying that night over and over again in your head to the point where you can't look at Yeosang without thinking of the naughtiest thoughts. The way his veins popped out of his hands when he squeezed your thighs turned you on the most. You kept replaying how needy he looked when he stared into your eyes. The soft little whimper that escaped his lips when you moved your head away. The thought of him has been driving you insane since that night and you genuinely didn’t know how to feel about your friendship with Yeosang.
You were soon broken out of your trance when Yeosang walked into his office. He had his signature white lab coat on with his stethoscope draped around his neck. Under his lab coat, he had a black turtle neck that fit tight around his upper body. He had his black glasses on, which made him look extremely adorable. He had his paperwork in his hand ready to go over the reports for the day. Yeosang greeted you with a smile before sitting down and talking over the patients’ cases.
He continued to talk like nothing happened between you over the weekend. Was he that drunk? Or is he just good at avoiding conflict? You were so confused and you started to wonder if what happened last weekend happened. Yeosang went on about the influx of patients and the statistical growth of the clinic. But honestly, you weren't hearing anything he was saying. You heard his voice fade as you stared at him. You continued to nod now and then just so it looked like you were actively listening. The way he smiled at you warmed your heart. His smile was so infectious, you couldn’t help but smile back. “Y/n, I want to thank you for working hard and being my right-hand man. I couldn’t do any of this without you.” his sudden comment took you aback for a second. “Oh- it’s my pleasure, Dr. Kang,” you expressed, flashing his professional name before bowing. When you were in the workplace, you always kept it professional, but outside of work, you treated each other as close friends. You both agreed that unprofessional behavior in the workplace wouldn’t be allowed.
Yeosang suddenly smiled before getting up from his seat. You just stared at him not realizing that he wanted to hand you the paperwork before he left. “Oop, I’m sorry,” you apologized rising from your seat and reaching out for the paperwork. Your fingertips brushed against Yeosangs as you grabbed them from his hand. Your eyes meet and he immediately looks away, lightly laughing to himself in embarrassment. “We don’t have to be awkward about this Yeosang,” you uttered before looking back at him. Yeosang suddenly looked at you in confusion. “Y/n what are you talking about?” He asked innocently trying to look as if he didn’t understand what you were saying. You looked at him and tilted your head to the side. Was he serious? “Last weekend Yeosang..” you said looking at him, your eyebrows raised. Yeosang’s eyes widened, and his face started to turn a subtle shade of pink as he realized what you were referring to. He looked down, his eyes fluttering, and his voice dropping down a little above a whisper. “O-oh. that,” he said before trying to clear his throat. You looked at him with concern, you had never seen him this flustered before. “I don’t know what you are talking about y/n.” He said with confidence looking up at you.
“Yeosang, you don't remember? You tried to kiss me while we were drunk last Saturday. I turned away from you. Y-you whimpered in displeasure when I moved my head away from yours.” You said trying to recall his memory so he couldn't deny what happened. You watched Yeosang’s ears turn bright red as he listened to your words, his eyes darting back and forth between yours and the wall. He opened his mouth to deny it again, but then his gaze dropped, looking at the floor, his shoulders sagging in defeat. “I-I think I remember, but I didn’t do it on purpose.” he expressed looking up at you, trying to see if you believed his lie.
He was so adorable when he tried to explain himself, all you could do was smile. You were looking at him but he didn’t dare to look at you directly. His eyes were darting around the room and he suddenly became fidgety. You could tell he was anxious and on edge, you wanted to fix that. Without thought you put the papers down on his desk and placed both of your hands on his cheeks, pulling him closer to you. “Yeosang, it's okay,” you said softly, rubbing your thumb on his cheek, “this would be so much easier for us if you just said you like me.” You saw Yeosang close his eyes and take a deep breath before speaking. “I’m scared y/n. I'm scared of ruining our friendship, of not being good enough for you.” he paused and took another deep breath before continuing, “But if I'm being honest with myself. I think I might be in love with you.” His eyes locked onto yours, filled with a mix of fear and hope as if he was waiting for your response to determine the fate of his heart. All you could do at that moment was smile at his sweet confession, your heart melting. “That’s all I needed you to say Sangie,” you whispered, pulling his closer to your face. You felt Yeosangs arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You both closed your eyes as your noses brushed against each other, followed by your lips colliding together.
Both of your faces became warm and flushed with a vibrant shade of pink. Your heart was pounding out of your chest to the point where you could feel your pulse through your fingertips. You pulled away and looked up at Yeosang, light laughs then came from both of you. Your head started to spiral as you continued kissing each other softly. You felt Yeosang’s hands roam down your back, tracing the curve of your spine as he pulled you even closer. You felt his lips curve into a smile of satisfaction against yours. He pulled away gently and pressed his forehead against yours. “Well, I was thinking... maybe we could start by making this official,” he said, his voice filled with confidence. "You know, as a couple. If you'd like, that is. We have known each other for a few years now and have made many memories together. In other words, I would like to be with you and only you.” He asked, squeezing onto your waist anticipating you to say yes. “Absolutely Yeosang,” you agreed, your eyes sparkling with adoration. Yeosang's eyes lit up with joy as he pulled you closer to him and laid another kiss on your lips. He pulled back slightly, his face inches from yours, and whispered, "I'm so happy, y/n. I promise to make you proud to call me your boyfriend." You giggled slightly at the thought of him thinking you weren’t proud of him. “I’m already proud Yeosang, you are everything I ever wanted.” You confessed, causing his cheeks to flush a gentle pink as he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
He caught your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. "I have a surprise for you," he said, his voice low and mysterious. “Hmm?” You hummed, looking at him with curiosity, your heart pounding as he made his way to his desk drawer and pulled out a small box. "I've been planning this for a while now," he said, opening the box to reveal a beautiful silver necklace with a small, intricately designed locket. "I want you to have this," Your heart was racing as he pulled out this pretty necklace, his fingers rubbing against the locket. “Oh wow- Sangie it’s beautiful. How long have you been planning this?” You asked, looking at him with admiration. Yeosang's smile grew wider as he gazed at you, his eyes filled with adoration. "I've had it for a few weeks now," he admitted, his voice low and husky. "I was waiting for the perfect moment to give it to you. And I think this is it. I was going to give it to you last Saturday but everything kinda didn’t go as planned," he confessed, causing you to look at him apologetically.
You ran your hand against his arm, kissing him on his cheek. “It’s so pretty baby, I love it so much. Thank you.” You smiled before turning around and moving your hair out of the way so he could put it on you. Yeosang's face lit up with joy as he fastened the necklace around your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin. He turned you around to face him, his gaze fixated on the locket now resting against your chest. "You look beautiful," he whispered, his eyes shining with emotion. “Thank you so much baby,” you cooed grabbing his hand and holding it softly before planting a light kiss on his lips. Yeosang's eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He deepened the kiss, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.
After a moment, he broke away, his breathing slightly ragged. "I love you." You smiled hearing those words come out of his mouth. You would usually say that as friends but hearing that come from him as your partner made your heart flutter. “I love you too. Thank you for loving me,” You said before caressing his cheek. “Yeosang…” you said shyly looking up at him. Yeosang's eyes locked onto yours, his expression soft and tender. He leaned in, his forehead touching yours, as he whispered, "What is it, my love?" His voice was gentle, inviting, and full of affection. “I-I don’t want to be alone tonight. Can I please stay with you?” you asked your eyes gleaming with anticipation. You saw a smile form on Yeosang’s face radiating warmth and comfort. “You never have to ask my love,” he whispered, the sudden nickname made your heart swell causing you to melt right into his hands. “You're always welcome to stay with me, tonight and every night.” He expressed pressing his forehead against yours again. “Thank you baby.” you expressed, pressing your head on his chest before saying “Should we get going? It's been a long week.” Yeosang chuckled, pulling you closer to his body. "I think we've earned a break after this week," he agreed, nodding. "Let's get going. I have a few things planned to help us unwind." He smiled mischievously, leading you towards the door by your hand. You looked at Yeosang lifting your eyebrows at his so-called plans for unwinding.
You were feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves getting the best of you. Yeosang and you have been friends for years and you have been to his house on multiple occasions but the thought of the both of you being in his home as lovers and not just friends caused your head to spiral. As you walk out of the door Yeosang's grip is gentle, the feeling of a reassuring grasp. "Hey, you okay? You look a little nervous," he asked looking at you with slight concern. “No, I’m good, I promise. It’s just that we are actually together. Like it’s official.” You nervously chuckled. Yeosang's smile softened, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "I know it's a big change, but I want you to know that nothing's changed between us, except that now we get to explore this new side of our relationship together," he said, his voice low and gentle.
Yeosang always had the best responses. It just reminded you of how much you liked him. Your nerves started to subside as you made it to his car. As you reached the car, Yeosang unlocked the door and opened it for you, helping you in with a gentle gesture. He then walked around to the driver's side, sliding into the seat with ease. "So, I was thinking…” “Yes?” you grabbed your seatbelt and buckled it. He started the engine and began to drive, his eyes flicking to you for a moment before returning to the road. "I was thinking we could head to my place, and have a quiet night in. I can cook us something, and we can just relax together,"
You looked at him flashing him a cute tiny smile before nodding your head. “Yes! That would be great!” You were always gleaming with excitement when Yeosang offered to cook. His lips formed a smile, followed by his chuckling. "I'm glad you're excited. I've been experimenting with some new recipes, and I think you'll like what I've come up with," he confessed. “Please tell me more,” you said shifting your eyes from the road to Yeosang. “Well, I've been wanting to try my hand at making some of my favorite dishes, and I think I've finally perfected a bulgogi recipe," he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. Your eyes lit up at the thought of Yeosang making bulgogi for dinner. “Bulgogi! I have been craving that for the past few weeks,” you expressed, flashing him an adorable smile. "Ah, really? I'm glad I decided to make it then! I'll make sure to add some extra marinated beef just the way you like it.”
You couldn’t help but blush at the fact that Yeosang knows you so well. He knows exactly what you love and that amplifies the love you have for him. He noticed your blushing and his eyes softened, his expression filled with affection. He reached out and gently placed his hand on your thigh, his fingertips grazing the fabric of your scrubs. "I should know what you like, after all this time," he whispered, his voice low and husky. You started to feel shy at his words and his touch. Your heart facing as he flirted with you effortlessly just making him more attractive than he already is. He chuckled softly as he saw the effect his words had on you. He continued to drive, but his hand remained on your thigh, his thumb tracing gentle circles on you. "You're still so cute when you're flustered," he whispered, causing your heart to beat faster. You looked at your watch and your heart rate went from 78 to 105.
He followed your gaze to your watch and raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Ah, I think my nurse's heart rate just spiked. Perhaps I should take a look at those vitals," he teased. You giggled at his comment, rolling your eyes and placing your hand on top of his. He smiled in satisfaction knowing that he successfully annoyed you. He turned his hand over, intertwining his fingers with yours. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his smile growing wider. "I think we're going to have to get your vitals checked more frequently," he whispered, his voice husky with intimacy. You squeezed his hand back looking up at him. “Is that so?” He nodded, his eyes locked on yours, the spark of attraction between you palpable. "Mmhmm," he murmured, his voice low and suggestive. "I think it's necessary for your overall health and well-being," he added, rubbing his thumb against your skin. You couldn’t help but giggle at his playful teasing feeling your heart rate rise again.
Yeosang turned into his driveway, coming to a slow halt, and putting his car in park. He chuckled and leaned in closer to you, whispering against your ear. "I think we're getting close to a diagnosis," he whispered. "You're exhibiting all the classic symptoms of attraction." Your heart was pounding against your chest seeing Yeosang like this. You were so used to seeing him in different ways but this one was entirely new. You liked how he was slowly taking control of you. He wasn’t overly possessive about it but somewhat gentle and playful. He straightened up, his eyes never leaving yours, and he gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your pulse quicken even more. "I think we need to take some further action to treat this condition," he suggested before kissing your cheek. Your cheeks started to flush at his comment, looking up at him shyly.
He smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement, and he leaned in closer, his face inches from yours. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he whispered, his breath caressing your skin. "I promise to make it a painless procedure," he added causing you to squeeze your thighs together, trying to keep your composure. You both haven’t even got inside the house and you were already flustered by him. Your desire for him grows with every teasing comment. He chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours, and he reached out to gently brush his thumb against your lower lip. "I think we're going to have a very thorough examination," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Shall we proceed?" In this moment you felt like you couldn’t use your words properly. You were shocked at his comment but you nodded in agreement causing him to smile at you playfully.
He opened his door before running to your side and opening your door, guiding you out of the car. Once you got out he intertwined his fingers with yours, guiding you to the front door. He took out his keys and unlocked the door, opening it swiftly. You were met by the familiar look and smell of the house, making it feel like your second home. As you stepped inside, he followed closely behind, his fingers still intertwined with yours. He closed the door behind him, the sound of the lock clicking into place making you feel a sense of intimacy wash over you. "Welcome home," he said, taking his shoes off at the door. You giggled pulling him in closer and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Do I get a housewarming gift?” You said playfully, feeling more comfortable knowing that you were in the comfort of his house and not trapped in the car.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer as he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Oh, I think I can arrange something special for you," he whispered, his hands sliding down to rest on the curve of your hips. "But first, let's get you…” His eyes locked onto yours, a mischievous glint sparkling in his gaze. He leaned in, his lips inches from yours, and whispered, "Comfortable." With that, he swept you off your feet, lifting you into his arms as if you weighed nothing. You giggled in excitement as he carried you, your hand resting on his chest as he guided you to his bedroom. He opened the door and he carried you across the threshold of his bedroom. He set you down gently on the bed, his hands lingering on your waist as he gazed at you with an admiring look. "You look lovely in my bed." You couldn’t help but blush at his comment knowing that he had fantasized about taking you on his bed multiple times before. He noticed the flush rising to your cheeks and his smile grew wider, his eyes burning with a soft, tender intensity. "I think it's time for that examination," he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of your jawline as he leaned in closer. "Is that heart rate of yours still going up?” he questioned looking down at your watch. You instantly nodded your head looking at him with pure desire. You gripped onto his sheets before whispering, “Is there a way you could help me?”
His pupils dilated as he gazed at you. He leaned in closer, his warm breath whispering against your ear. "I think I can prescribe something to help you relax," he whispered, his fingers tracing the edge of your collarbone, causing your breathing to hitch.“I-is there a way that I can pick up the prescription today? I don’t think I can wait any longer,” you breathed, playing along with him, running your hand down his chest. He chuckled low in his throat, his chest vibrating against your hand. "I think I can arrange something," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "But first, I need to examine you a bit more thoroughly," he whispered, his fingers sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body. You looked at him with needy eyes as you felt his hand make its way up to your chest, his hand pressing against where your heart would be. He looked at you for a minute before speaking, making you whine with anticipation. “Your beats per minute is still high my love,” he commented, moving his hand down to your boob. His thumb began to trace gentle circles around your nipple, his touch making your head spiral. "I think I need to take your pulse in a few other places."
Your breath hitched and you jumped slightly at the feeling of Yeosang’s thumb touching your nipple. Your eyes started to close slightly as you looked at him with desire and desperation. “S-sangie you’re going to get enough of teasing me like this,” you breathed trying hard to hold back a moan. His thumb continues teasing circles around your sensitive peak. "Oh, my love, I'm just getting started," he purred, his other hand sliding down your stomach to the waistband of your scrubs. "And I want to make sure I cover all the vital areas." Your eyes grew wide as you felt his fingers trail down and lightly tease the skin under your panties. This feeling started to become too much for you, making your core clench. He chuckled as he continued his explorations. "It seems you're quite reactive," he observed, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to stroke the soft, heated flesh beneath. "I think I need to take a closer look at the problem area." You whimpered and grabbed onto his arm feeling an overwhelming amount of pleasure in multiple areas. He starts to glide his fingers against your soaked core causing you to finally moan.
He groaned at the sound of your moan, his fingers delving deeper, stroking through the slick evidence of your arousal. “So- wet already," he murmured, his thumb finding your sensitive clit and circling it gently. "I'd say this requires immediate attention.” “Yeosang please-,” you breathed looking at him with half-lidded eyes, not truly knowing what you were begging for. His eyes darkened with lust and he bit down on his lower lip. "Please, what, my dear?" he whispered, his thumb still rubbing circles on your sensitive bud while his other thumb was caressing your nipple. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you." You whined softly, gripping his arm tighter. “Please-“ you begged again, not being able to utter any words.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he breathed, "If you don’t tell me what you want baby I’ll stop.” You felt your cheeks turn hot at his subtle demand, your fingers gripping tighter onto his arm. “Don’t stop…” you pleaded, looking into his eyes. His gaze locked onto yours, softly biting onto his lower lip. "Don't stop what, baby? Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you." He emphasized his point by stilling his fingers, leaving you aching for his touch. You looked at him shyly, feeling slightly embarrassed by how good he was making you feel and how responsive you were being. He sensed your neediness, his fingers resuming their gentle strokes. "Shh, don't be shy," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're safe with me. I only want to make you feel good."
“Yeosang, can you please make love to me?” You expressed your voice in a low whisper. His eyes locked onto yours, a spark of desire igniting in his depths. He stopped moving his fingers against your sensitive bud and peak and leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft tender kiss. "I've been waiting to hear those words, baby," he whispered, his voice filled with restraint. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" You paused thinking about his question. You haven’t been in a relationship in a while and Yeosang was going to be the first man in years that you have given yourself to. Your desires and fantasies of Yeosang were finally coming true but in a sense, you were scared of being hurt. You knew for sure that Yeosang wouldn’t do anything to hurt you so you gave into your temptations, caressing his arm and kissing him slowly. “I’m ready,” you breathed, staring into his eyes. His gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with intensity as he searched for any sign of hesitation. Seeing only conviction, he nodded slowly, his lips curling into a gentle smile. "I'll take care of you," he whispered, his words sending a thrill through you.
“I know you will,” you breathed placing your hand on his cheek and pulling him in closer, pressing your foreheads together to show a sign of trust. “I’m yours Yeosang,” you whispered placing a passionate kiss on his lips. You felt his hand trail up to the hem of your shirt, tugging at it softly. You broke the kiss for a second as Yeosang lifted your shirt above your head, your necklace he gifted you falling onto your chest causing a soft smile to show on Yeosang’s face. “I’m yours, y/n.” he breathed, his hands gripping your thighs. "I'll always be yours, and you'll always be mine," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.
You felt yourself melting under his touch and words, causing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders pulling him in for another kiss. He obliged, deepening the kiss as his hands roamed your back. His fingers grazed your skin, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. He moaned softly, the sound vibrating against your lips as he pulled you closer, his body pressed against yours. Your hands moved their way to his v-line, rubbing it softly before curling your fingertips around the hem of his turtleneck. A low groan escaped him as your fingers brushed against his sensitive skin. He tilted his head, giving you better access as you slowly tugged his shirt up, exposing his chest. His skin was smooth and warm to the touch, and you felt his breath hitch as your fingers danced over his collarbones.
You started to rub your fingertips up and down his body, looking up at him and watching his reactions to your touch. His stomach tightened as you trailed your fingers over his skin. He was slightly whimpering as your fingertips made intimate contact with him. You moved your hands up, grazing over his chest before running down his arms to his hands. You moved his hands to your scrubs, wanting him to undress you further. He whispered your name, his voice barely audible, as his hands hesitated for a moment before grasping the hem of your scrubs. You moved up your hips slightly from the bed allowing him to slide them off of you. As he pulled the scrubs down, his fingers moved against your skin. He tossed the garment aside, his eyes never leaving yours, and then his gaze slowly trailed down your body, taking in every inch of you. His breath caught, and he whispered, "You're beautiful." Yeosang’s compliment caused you to blush slightly. He stepped closer to you, reaching out to gently brush a few strands of hair out of your face before leaning in to brush his lips against yours in a soft kiss.
“And you’re extremely handsome,” you murmured against the kiss trailing your hands down to his belt, unbuckling it. You felt him moan against you as you unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long Sangie,” you confessed, tugging down at his pants and letting them fall to the ground. He groaned, his lips parting from yours as he looked down at you with a burning intensity. His eyes seemed to flash with desire as he looked at your face, his chest heaving with rapid breaths. He stepped out of his pants, his eyes never leaving yours, and kicked them aside.
You bit your lip seeing his change in demeanor, seeing how he was fighting the urge to tear your remaining clothes off and ruin you on the spot. But instead of doing that, he was allowing you to guide the whole situation just to make sure you were comfortable. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your thighs. He started to rub gently, his eyes following your every move. You reached behind your back and unhooked your bra causing your straps to loosen on your shoulders. His breath started to become hitched as you removed the bra from your chest, exposing yourself to him. His eyes widened, and his hands stilled on your thighs as he took in the sight of your bare chest. His fingers dug gently into your skin as if trying to anchor himself. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and his fingers twitched with restraint. He looked up at you, his eyes burning with desire, and whispered, "So perfect- you're absolutely perfect," his voice thick with longing. You could tell he couldn't resist anymore, leaning forward to capture one of your nipples between his lips, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hands moved up to cup your breasts, thumbs grazing over your other nipple.
You felt the sensation run through your body causing you to gasp his name. You ran your fingers through his hair pushing him closer to your chest. He moaned softly against your nipple, the vibration sending intoxicating sensations throughout your body. He sucked gently, his tongue laving over your nipple as his hands kneaded the soft flesh of your boob. He was lost in the taste and feel of you, his need to possess and claim you growing with every passing moment. You continued to moan in ecstasy, feeling your soaking wet core start to throb.
His lips released your nipple, it wet from his saliva. He looked up at you with lust-filled eyes as his large hands slid down your body, fingers dancing over your skin, teasing and caressing. He reached the apex of your thighs and gently pushed your legs apart, looking at your soaked panties. “Fuck baby…” he breathed at the sight of you, his dick twitching against the fabric of his boxers. He placed himself between your legs and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you. In response, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he moved you further up the bed. He hovered over you and placed kisses on your neck as his hand rubbed your thigh gently. “I love you baby,” he breathed against your neck before trailing kisses down to your chest, stomach, and thigh. “I love you too,” you moaned, feeling his breath close to your heated core.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and slowly slid them down, exposing your glistening, swollen pussy to his hungry gaze. He groaned low in his throat at the sight, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "You're so wet for me already.” You whined looking at him, “Only for you Yeosang.” He groaned at your response, dipping his head and placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss on your core, his warm breath fanning over your sensitive flesh. You felt him lick a slow, sensual path from your entrance to your clit, swirling his tongue around the bud before sucking it gently into his mouth. You gasped eagerly followed by a broken moan feeling the sensation of him rapidly sucking on your swollen clit. His mouth moved in a fervent rhythm, sucking and licking with increasing intensity. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open to his hungry mouth as he reveled in the taste and scent of you. “S-sangie!” You groaned, reaching down and pressing his head further down on top of your core.
“Don’t stop.” You begged, pulling your legs up further into the air. He obliged, hooking your knees over his shoulders, opening you wider to his greedy mouth. His tongue delved deeper, thrusting inside you as his thumb ran circles against your clit, the dual sensations driving you closer to the edge. He moaned against your pussy, the vibrations adding to your overwhelming pleasure. You threw your head back in ecstasy, your fingers grasping onto his hair gently as you felt him please you. Your head started to spiral as you felt his other hand reach for your boob, his middle finger flicking your hardened nipple. A guttural moan escaped your lips feeling everything being touched at the same time. You were embarrassingly close just from him touching you like this for only a couple of minutes.
He could feel your walls clenching around his tongue, your juices coating his face as he ate you out. Your hand gripped onto his forearm and the other gripped onto the sheets. You were moaning loudly the sound echoing through the room. “Yeosang… so close…” you expressed feeling your core twitch. He increased the pace, his tongue delving deeper, his thumb flicking faster over your swollen clit, coaxing your orgasm to the surface. He could feel your body tensing, your pussy spasming around his tongue. “Yeosang! Fuck!” you moaned loudly feeling the knot in your stomach pop causing you to release all over his mouth. He lapped up every drop of your release, his tongue gently soothing your sensitive core. Your legs started to shake as you rode out your high, Yeosang continuing to rub your sensitive clit slowly with his thumb. Once your trembling eased, he slowly released your legs from his shoulders, pressing gentle kisses to your inner thighs before crawling up your body to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. You pressed your tongue into his mouth, tasting your sweet juices on his tongue. You moaned into the kiss, biting his bottom lip in desperation.
He groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming your curves as he devoured your mouth, his own desire growing at the taste of you on his lips. He broke the kiss, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at you. "I need to be inside you baby." Your heart rate quickens at his words, feeling like you are going to explode at the thought of Yeosang being deep inside you and finally stretching you out. “Please…” you plead, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. “Are you sure? Is that okay?” He asked for reassurance and consent to ensure you were 100% sure you wanted him.
You slid your hand on his side and down to the fabric of his boxers, continuing to make intimate eye contact with him. His breath started to become rigged at the feeling of your fingertips on his skin. You trailed your hand down to his hard member pressed against his boxers. Tracing his shaft with your fingertips, feeling how thick he was. He moaned slightly as he felt your palm press against his length, making his twitch against your hand. “Take them off.” You whispered watching his eyes darken at your request. He sat up and curled his fingers around the hem of his boxers, pulling them down slowly as he looked at you.
He watched your reaction as you saw his dick spring out, smirking at your wide eyes. Without hesitation, you grabbed onto his dick and started to pump him up and down causing him to involuntarily buck into your hand. “And Sangie I’m 100% sure I want you inside me.” Yeosang threw his head back at your words, a groan coming from him as you continued to stroke him. Your thumb ran circles against his tip, rubbing his precum across it as you whispered, “Please fuck me.” He leaned down, claiming your lips once more in a searing kiss, his tongue twirling with yours as he guided the broad head of his cock to your entrance, teasing you. "Tell me you want this, baby. Tell me you need my cock inside you." You looked at him with pleading eyes and whined, “Yes Yeosang please.” Your fantasies almost being satisfied made your core throb.
At your desperate plea, he slowly pushed forward, the head of his cock entering your entrance. You felt your core desperately clench around his tip, your body going into shock at the feeling of him. He paused for a moment, giving you time to adjust to the sensation of his thick girth stretching you out. "You feel so tight, baby," he whimpered, his voice strained. You felt him ball up the sheets near your head. You watched him shut his eyes, his eyebrows scrunching together from the feeling of you wrapped around his swollen tip. You saw him struggling to keep it together so you reached up and caressed his cheek, looking into his eyes passionately. “You can go deeper Sangie,” you cooed, kissing his lips gently. With a deep breath, he began to push in further, his hips rocking slowly as he worked his length deeper into your heat. You threw your head back as you felt his dick fill up your soaked core. The sheets crumpled as his grip tightened, a low groan escaping him as he savored the incredible feeling of your body accommodating his. "So good, baby," he groaned, kissing you gently. Yeosang moaned with pleasure as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer inside of you wanting to feel him fill you up more with his dick. Your inner muscles were gripping his cock desperately tight as he thrust in a bit harder, his hips undulating as he sought the perfect angle for maximum pleasure. "You're so fucking perfect like this," he whimpered.
You could sense that Yeosang was becoming a bit more eager with every slow and rough thrust. You were losing control as you gently clawed onto his side, your breathing hitched and rigged. You could see in his eyes that he wanted to ruin you. All those times you have come to his house he has imagined you like this. Your loving eyes locked onto his, your eyelids fluttering closed, your mouth open slightly causing your desperate moans to escape, and your hands gripping onto him as he rammed into you. You could tell he was losing control but he wanted to respect you and go at your pace. “Oh yeosang,” you breathed. Hearing you moan his name like a plea drove Yeosang to the brink. He leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue delving deep as he continued to thrust in long, deep strokes.
Your hand trailed to the back of his head, your fingers running through his hair. You were in heaven and lost complete control of your body. You started to grind against his deep thrust, wanting him further inside of your soaked core. “Just like that,” you moaned as his dick kissed your cervix with every slow thrust. Yeosang groaned into your mouth, his hips snapping forward as he hit that perfect spot inside you. He could feel your walls fluttering and clenching around his throbbing cock, the sensation driving him wild. He broke the kiss, panting as he gazed into your lust-filled eyes.
"I love you,” he breathed, making your heart melt. “I love you too, forever,” you expressed, smiling softly. He smiled back, lifting his body and looking down at you while he kept his slow deep pace. He was looking at how perfect you looked like this. Your hands above your head, your legs spread, your boobs bouncing from each thrust. the way his dick was sliding in and out of you, his dick completely drenched in your juices. You watched as he grabbed onto your thighs and started to thrust into you faster. You threw your head back and moaned in ecstasy. Your walls started to clench tighter around him.
Yeosang's pace intensified, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm as he pounded into you. The sight of your pleasure-drunk expression, the way your body accepted him so completely, was too much for him to resist. Your whiny moans filled the room and bounced off the walls causing them to echo throughout the house. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice strained with need. You looked up at him, your eyes slightly fluttering closed as you tried to keep your composure. Yeosang's gaze locked onto yours, his eyes burning with intensity as he took in every detail of your face. He could see the struggle to maintain control, the battle to keep your senses from being overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through your body. Yeosang's eyes flared with desire as he watched you lose yourself in pleasure, your body responding so eagerly to his increasingly forceful thrusts. He gripped your thighs harder, using the leverage to pound into you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each deep penetration. "Ah, yes... like that... " your voice aching with desire, your words punctuated by ragged breaths as he thrusted deeper into your needy core. His eyes never left yours as he watched your reaction to his intense lovemaking.
You felt Yeosang’s hand trail from your waist to your core. Your eyes snapped open as you felt Yeosang's thumb apply gentle yet firm pressure to your clit, his fingers dancing across the sensitive bundle of nerves as he watched you teeter on the brink of orgasm. You moaned in desperation feeling both parts of you being pleased at the same time. Yeosang had you in his grasp and he wasn’t letting go of you. Filling you up with his dick repeatedly and hitting your sweet spot was enough to pull you over the edge. But now that he had his fingers massaging your clit you were close to releasing around him. You could feel your walls fluttering around him, the rhythmic squeeze of your inner muscles urging him to bring you over the edge. He intensified his efforts, rubbing your clit with firm, circular motions as he continued to thrust into you, chasing your pleasure with single-minded focus. "Come for me, my love," he groaned, watching you become undone.
You threw your head back once again and shut your eyes. A guttural moan escaped your lips as you clenched around him and started to come. Your walls were spazzing around his dick and you started to yell out Yeosang’s name. You felt an overwhelming flood of pleasure as he continued to thrust into you, his fingers moving faster against your clit. “Sangie, you're about to make me-,” Before you could finish your sentence you squirt. Yeosang's eyes widened as he watched the intense pleasure overcome you, his thrusts faltering for a moment as he took in the sight of your release. The sight of your juices squirting from your core, coating his hand, dick, and stomach, sent a jolt of satisfaction through him. “Oh my fucking god Yeosang!” you screamed in pleasure as he kept thrusting into you. Your legs started to shake involuntarily as he overstimulated your throbbing core.
"Ah, my dear so responsive," Yeosang groaned, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm as you felt your climax wreck your body. He could barely hold on to his control, the sensation of your inner walls clenching around him, milking him with each spasm, pushing him closer to the edge. "You feel so good, baby. I'm going to-” You grabbed onto his arm as you watched his eyes close shut and felt his grip on your thigh tighten. “Cum deep inside me my love,” you whispered gently, letting your words be a soft invitation for him to claim you as 100% his. Yeosang's eyes fluttered open, a fierce, almost feral expression on his face as he met your gaze. With a low, guttural moan, he plunged deep inside you, his cock pulsing as you felt him release his seed in hot, spurting jets. He was struggling to hold himself up so he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. Continuing to coat your walls with his cum. "Ahhh, my love," he whimpered, still feeling his orgasm at a high.
“That’s it baby.” You murmured against his lips, running your hands through his hair. As Yeosang broke the kiss, he kept his lips pressed against yours, his breaths coming in harsh gasps as he tried to calm his racing heart. He stayed buried deep inside you, his softening cock still pulsing occasionally, sending tiny waves of pleasure through your sensitive core. “Are you okay Sangie?” You asked looking into his eyes, your hands rubbing his flustered cheeks. You saw Yeosang's cheeks turn a deep shade of pink at your gentle caress and concerned inquiry, his eyes darting away shyly. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, his voice slightly raspy when he spoke. "I-I'm more than alright, my dear.” You giggled softly at his shy demeanor. Like he didn’t just fuck you hard until you squirted. “Good, that was amazing my love.” You cooed, pressing a tender kiss on his lips. Yeosang's face flamed even brighter, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the tender kiss. You felt a soft, besotted smile spread across his face, and he whispered back, his voice barely audible, "You're amazing too, my love."
“I love you Sangie,” you said caressing his back. Yeosang's smile grew, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. "I love you too, my darling," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. You sighed in contentment, feeling completely loved by Yeosang. Your heart swelled as you felt him give you soft kisses against your neck in appreciation.
“Now what about that bulgogi?” You questioned causing you both to bust out laughing. Yeosang's laughter was music to your ears, his joy infectious as he pulled back to gaze at you with sparkling eyes. "Ah, yes, the bulgogi!" he exclaimed, still chuckling. "I think it's safe to say that it's been thoroughly forgotten." You giggled at his comment, rubbing your hand against his arm. “Eh fuck it, if the meat marinades longer it just means it will taste better right?” Yeosang's eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned, his face still flushed from their lovemaking. "I think that's a brilliant culinary philosophy, my love," he said, his voice filled with amusement.
“We can have round two after we eat,” you giggled mischievously, running circles along his arm. You watched Yeosang’s eyes grow wide and his ears start to turn pink. Without warning Yeosang pulled himself out of you. He looked down and saw his cum escaping your core instantly getting him hard again. You couldn’t help but giggle at his frantic movements as he hurried off the bed to the bathroom to grab a towel. He started to wipe the mess off of you. He kissed your forehead and picked you up in his arms. “Let’s go eat quickly.” He chuckled causing you to chuckle at his anticipation of coming back in this room and fucking you again.
a/n• In celebration of making a network with my amazing friend @rems-writing I wanted to make a solo audio of DPR Ian (Christian). I hope you guys enjoy it! And if you all wanna joining our network @othersideoutlawsnetwork please feel free to apply! Applications are open!
You loved to tease Christian while you were at work. You would often send him suggestive messages saying how you would be on all fours for him when you got home or how your core was soaked just thinking about him in a meeting. Christian was used to it and always just brushed it off knowing that there was no honesty in your claims. One day at work there was nothing to do but sit around and your thoughts started to wander. You thought about how Christain would touch and make love to you after stressful days at work. Or how he would tell you to get on your knees after dinner dates so you could take him down your throat. You looked at your phone and started to text him. You were casually making small talk and asking him what he was doing. The replies were normal until he sent you a picture of him at his desk making music. This was your queue to send him a picture back. You bit your lip in anticipation, hoping that no one would walk into the office as you unbuttoned your button-down. You wanted to tease him just a little bit only revealing your lace bra under your shirt, your boobs sitting nicely. You snapped a picture and sent it to him. You sat in silence for a while waiting for him to reply. Little did you know Christian was looking at his screen with a shocked expression. He couldn’t believe you were sending him pictures like this at work. “Aren’t you afraid your boss will walk in princess?” You couldn’t help but smile at his message knowing he was trying to act concerned knowing damn well he was eager to see more. “He’s not here this week baby.” you texted back with another image attachment. Your bare chest was exposed for him to see, your hand between your thighs. You watched as the chat bubble flared up and down, indicating that he was typing. A few minutes went by and you didn’t hear anything from Christian. You started to type but before you could press send you were sent an audio message followed by a text saying “You have no idea what you do to me babygirl.”
— It's our pleasure to have our first outlaw into the network! Rain (he/they/it) makes fanfictions for Ateez (and other groups) that contain smut, fluff, angst, poly, and comedy! Thank you so much Rain for joining the network! We really appreciate having you here !!
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