A/N: It's my first piece after some time. I hope you like it.
Gif not mine, credits to the owner.
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He didn't bother to check his phone as he already knew that no one had remembered his birthday.Β
Jin was drawing for so long that reality was mixed with the scenarios in front of him, he decided it was time to leave home and get some fresh air and that's how he ended up in a small, cozy restaurant.
There weren't many people there, but the few customers seemed to frequent that place often. Instead of feeling warmed by the place, Jin felt out of the place.Β
"Let's celebrate! Mrs. Lee, bring us two beers!" An old man said, laughing as the younger one γ ‘ that seemed to be his son γ ‘ looked down, hiding a smile.Β
Jin watched as Mrs. Lee happily walked to them, giving the bottles and excitedly talking about something that he couldn't listen to.
"Sorry for making you wait," She said as she stood besides Jin. The old lady had a smile on her face, and was clutching her apron "Are you ready to order?"
Β Looking down at the menu, Jin quickly chose dumplings and, after saying it was their specialty, the lady left to the kitchen. If being honest, he wasn't hungry at all. Only planning to walk for a while and take some fresh air, he had no idea how he ended sitting at that table.
After some time, Jin was woken up from his pondering when someone put plates in front of him. Suddenly, his stomach growled and he felt a hunger that made him realize he hadn't eaten anything that day.
"Ah, I guess you wronged me for another customer. I ordered dumplingsβ¦" He said, looking at the seaweed soup and side dishes. His mouth watered.
"It's courtesy," When he heard the young, happy voice, he looked up "We unfortunately burnt the dumplings so it will take a little longer."
In front of him was a woman probably around his age, smiling at him. Her features somehow remembered him of the older lady from before.
"Why⦠seaweed soup?" He found himself asking, a hopeful spark creating his curiosity.
"You looked like you're getting older today."
He laughed, a genuine laugh that made him realize he hasn't laughed for so long.Β
"Is that supposed to cheer me up?"
"No. The food is," She also laughed "If I'm wrong, you will enjoy a tasty food anyway," Winking, she said before being called.
"Y/N! Can you help me here?" Jin heard the old lady's voice from the kitchen, and with that, Y/N bowed and left.
And the food was, indeed, tasty. He remembered when his mother, at his twelfth birthday, made the same dishes. That day, he watched his mom, helping her with every ingredient. When his father and brother finally arrived, both of them had bags of gifts.Β
"Jin made this almost all by himself,", his mother said proudly even though they knew he only helped chopping, picking and washing the ingredients. The cake came later, and he wished that all his birthdays would be just like that.
"You eat fast," The sweet, youthful voice from before woke him up once more "You will get indigestion, be careful."
Y/N, he learnt, put another plate on the table. This time, dumplings were displayed in front of him.
"How was the soup?" She leaned, whispering "If you say it didn't taste good, I will make you pay for the soup, too."
Laughing once more, Jin told her it was one of the best he had ever tried. Relieved, Y/N told him it was the first time she made that soup, and was hoping it wasn't a disaster.Β
And with that, they started to talk as he ate. From names to old stories, they talked as though long term friends catching up. She talked about books she read, he talked about his projects. She stole one dumpling and he said she'd have to give him a discount because of that.
He couldn't remember the last time he talked so much and so easily, about everything and anything. For the first time in a while, he felt warmth.
Before leaving, Y/N called his name, and smiling, she said what he didn't know he was longing to hear.
Summary: In which youβre the daughter of a rich CEO who keeps making business trips and canβt be at home, so he hires a bodyguard that ends up being a little bit hotter than he should, igniting a fire within you as soon as he walks through the door.
AN: Worked on this all day and I still think itβs trash. Sorry everyone lmao.
You always got whatever you wanted in life. Being the CEOβs daughter surely had a lot of benefits, like living comfortably, going on trips, or buying designer clothes. You were daddyβs little princess and he was willing to give you everything as long as you were happyβ¦ However, not everything was perfect. Your parents had divorced when you were two and your dad had your total custody. They got married very young, so apparently your mom had decided that she wanted to live her life the best that she couldβ¦ Even if that meant leaving you behind, so you didnβt even have a relationship with her.
Your father was caring, loving and a hard working man, but he barely stayed home. He was really busy all the time with business and sadly, you were already used to being alone most of the time. You were always surrounded by babysitters when you were little, and now that you were a young adult, he had become extremely protective and cautious, so he decided to hire a bodyguard to be there with you 24/7. Being such a rich man always put you and your family at risk, and you even got a few threats every now and then, so letβs just say that he wouldnβt be able to go away knowing that you were in any kind of danger.
At first, you thought he was being paranoid. The thought of having someone following you wherever you went made you absolutely uncomfortable. Not to mention that everyoneβs eyes would be all over you. He promised you wouldnβt even notice, but you knew for a fact that it was all lies.
You had argued about it several times before your father went on his next business trip, but he wouldnβt change his mind. You even thought about making your future bodyguardβs life a living hell so he would quit his job and leaveβ¦ That was, of course, until you met Baekho.
As soon as he appeared along with your father on a good day, he had left you breathless. The moment you heard about aΒ βbodyguardβ you had imagined an old man, maybe in his 40s that would look all greasy and worn out, but you never expected him to be that damn fine.
Baekho was 25, a couple of years older than you. He was tall and muscular. His short dark hair formed subtle waves that just added to his sharp features more attractiveness. His face was serious most of the time, his voice wasnβt that thick, but he was built and handmade by the gods. What a gorgeous man he was.
When he locked eyes with you for the first time, you knew you had to have him. He looked like bad news. His aura was something undescribable, full of mystery and sensuality. You had never seen someone so hot in your entire life, he was like someone who could only be real in fairytales and wet dreams⦠And you were having tons of them since he started working for you.
He was always there. When you laughed, when you cried, when you were sick or drunk, and you really started to like him and crave for him, imagining how would it feel to have his hands on you, or what itβd be like to make out with him. He took really good care of you in all the possible ways, but he never allowed himself to get close to you. This wall was always in between and no matter how hard you tried, he wouldnβt let you in. He was always polite, but he made it clear that he didnβt want to have any kind of bonds with you. However, you wouldnβt give up.
βGood morning, Baekho!β You greeted him as you made your way downstairs in the morning, wearing nothing but a thin white top and a pair of shorts.
βGood morning, miss.β He greeted back, sitting on the couch. He had woken up a while earlier. You took a glimpse of the tattoos that adorned his chest underneath his shirt. He was buttoning it up and rolling down his sleeves, letting you know that he probably had slept with his shirt half open, and that made your insides clench around nothing.
He looked at you as soon as he noticed your strong gaze on him. His eyes landed on your body and his jaw clenched when he saw how exposed you dared to be in front of him, quickly looking away from you.
You kept trying to throw hints to let him know that you wanted him, like sweet talking to him, βaccidentalyβ touching him, or asking him to reach something from the counter for you, but he was hard to get. His professionalism was starting to bother you, and led you to start teasing him rudely.
βIβve told you, you donβt need to call me miss. Just call me y/n.β You said, folding your arms over your chest. Baekho subtly smiled, still buttoning the sleeves of his shirt.
βSure, miss.β He said, teasing you.Β
You rolled your eyes and made your way to the kitchen to have breakfast. He stood up and followed behind you. You greeted your maids and thanked them for the food before you took a seat, as Baekho just leaned against the counter watching you.
βArenβt you going to eat?β You asked, looking up at him. He shook his head.
βI already did.β
You shrugged and continued eating. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and started scrolling, waiting for you to finish. His distraction only helped you to be able to stare at him unshamedly. Your eyes traveled on every inch of his body, making your mouth water at the thought of the things youβd let him do to you.
Baekho was such a man. There was this trace of masculinity in everything he did or say. His scent, his hands, the way that white shirt hugged his toned torso ever so perfectly with that tie hanging from his neck and those earrings adorning his lobes. The way he furrowed his thick brows and bit his lip whenever he was focused, or the way you could see the facial hair that would grow if he didnβt shave every day. Damn it. You wanted him so much, and you were gonna have him sooner or later.
A sudden idea popped in your head, making you smile to yourself. You cleared your throat and gained his attention, wiping your mouth with a napkin before you elegantly stood up from the table.
βWould you please get the car ready? I want to go to the mall.β You said, walking out of the kitchen and him following right after.
βThis early?β He asked. You turned your head and looked at him with a cocked brow as he looked at his wrist clock with his brows furrowed and tilting his head.
βBetter take advantage of time and such a beautiful day, donβt you think?β You responded with a soft smile. He looked up at you to meet your gaze and hesitated, but ended up nodding his head.
βAlright, miss. Iβll be waiting outside.β
Baekho quickly grabbed his suit jacket and the car keys that hung from the wall, exiting the house. You bit your lip in a failed try to hold back your smile, going back upstairs to change into something more casual. Excitement quickly invaded your senses just by the thought of how you planned on giving your bodyguard a hard time.
The two of you wandered around the mall as you walked towards that tiny store where you were about to give your bodyguard a hard time. He walked right beside you quietly, with his hands in his pockets and a stern expression plastered on his face.
You stared at him, feeling quite annoyed by the way he was stealing glances from all the women that walked past him. He was being nonchalant about it, but it was making you upset. Yes, you were aware of how attractive he was, and that it was absolutely normal that everyone seemed interested in him, but you wanted him all to yourself and just the thought of other women being able to get him before you did, was frustrating. However, as soon as he noticed the way your stare lingering on him, he turned his head and looked at you. You decided to play it cool.
βAre you this quiet all the time?β You asked, folding your arms over your chest and tilting your head.
You could swear you saw a little smile forming on his lips the moment he looked ahead again.
βJust when I have to work.β
You narrowed your eyes at him and clicked your tongue.
βBeing my bodyguard doesnβt mean you have to act like a robot all the time.β You shrugged. He let out a soft, breathy chuckle as he shook his head.
βIβm not a robot, miss. Iβm just not being paid to chat with you, my job is your safety.β
You rolled your eyes at his response, pushing the door open.
βYouβre just boring.β You stated, entering the store.
Baekhoβs eyes traveled around the place and his brows furrowed in confusion before he stepped back to look at the name of the store.
βJOURNELLEβ
He swallowed thickly until you called him and he snapped back to reality.
βWhat are you waiting to come in?β You asked. He looked at you puzzled, and you felt like laughing.
βWhy are we here?β He asked to you in a whisper as soon as he joined you inside the store. The tone in his voice revealed how anxious and uncomfortable he was feeling.
βDo I owe you any kind of explanations?β You cocked a brow once again. He cleared his throat as soon as you put him in his place, then shook his head.
βNo, miss. Iβm sorry.β He apologized, and you giggled.
βBut if you really want to knowβ¦ I just felt like buying some nice lingerie. Who knows? I might be having a date tonight and I want to look good for my man.β You shrugged and winked at him, but he didnβt say a word.Β
A woman then approached and greeted you, asking you what kind of lingerie you were looking for. Baekho wanted the ground to swallow him right there and then, but he couldnβt say a word about it.
βAre you looking for something in particular, sweetheart?β The lady asked as you walked around to store cheking the merchandise.
βNot really.β You said sweetly.Β βSomething that looks good on me, something sexy.β
The lady giggled, before her eyes landed on the man standing right behind you, with his hands folded in front of his lap.
βAnything would look great on you, youβre a beautiful young lady with a nice body.β She assured.Β βIβm sure your boyfriend will agree with me.β She said to Baekho and winked. His eyes widened and his ears became red, something that didnβt go unnoticed by you. However, you didnβt deny it, and just chuckled.
βIβm going to try this one. I really like the color.β You finally said, picking a blue three piece garter set which featured a lace bra, a thong, and garter. The garter and thong featured sensual heart designs, and the bra top had a midnight blue lace design with bows and a clip in the back.
The lady took you to the changing room. Baekho took a deep breath through his nose and exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he sat on the couch in the right corner. He wasnβt an idiot, he had noticed the way you had been teasing him, but he never thought youβd take it that far. He was actually starting to wonder if maybe it was all in his head and you were really going to go out with some random guy, and he was thinking too much about the whole thing. He was your bodyguard, so it shouldnβt have felt weird to him that he had to accompany you even if that meant going to a lingerie store. However, he was still confused by the whole thing and didnβt even know how to keep his cool anymore.
He heard the courtains and looked up the moment you exited the cubicle. He felt his breath hitch at the sight of you. He was kinda used to you not wearing much clothes, but that was another level.
The bright blue color highlighted your skin tone and it hugged perfectly ever single inch of your body. The high thighs, the garter around your tiny waist and that thong that made your butt look perfectly round and beautiful the moment you spun around.
βOh dear, you look gorgeous!β The lady said excitedly. You grinned proudly and took a look of yourself in the mirror, before you decided to turn around and start teasing Baekho.
βThanks, I really like it.β You said, playing with the tiny bows.Β βDo you think I look good, Baekho?β You asked him, your tone of voice sugary and filled with fake innocence as you batted your eyelashes.
He didnβt know what to say or how to react. He looked at you and the lady in hesitation, until he finally smiled and nodded.
βYes. You look good.β
You smiled flirtatiously at him, noticing the way his orbs were slowly turning hooded and dark. You felt weak in the knees by the way his stare lingered on your body.
βThen Iβm buying it.β You winked. The lady smiled and nodded.
After you changed into your normal clothes, you went to pay for it. The lady placed the lingerie inside a plastic bag and you opened your purse to grab your credit card, letting it slip from your hands on purpose but pretending like it was an accident. As Baekho stood behind you, you leaned down to pick it up, knowing that your dress was a bit too short. Baekho glanced at you and quickly looked away, clearing his throat. You smiled to yourself before you went up again, brushing and pressing your butt against his crotch.
βSorry. It slipped.β You said to the lady, not moving an inch as you handed her the card. You felt Baekhoβs muscles tensing against the back of your thighs before he stepped back and turned around, starting to wander around the store.
βHere you go. Iβm sure you two will enjoy it.βΒ
You nodded at the lady, smiling victoriously.
βSure we will. Thank you, have a nice day!β
Since the moment the two of you left the store, Baekho was quieter than he was when you had arrived. He made sure to walk farther from you, even behind if possible. He was trying to avoid you, and again, you started getting frustrated.
Now in the car, he drove with the same stern expression, one hand on the steering wheel and the other one resting by the elbow on the edge of the door.
The silence was deafening. The only thing that made it less tormenting was the soft music in the background. You stared at him, admiring every single one of his handsome, manly features.
βIs something bothering you?β You finally asked. Baekhoβs jaw clenched, but he quickly shook his head.
βNo, miss.β He assured, not looking at you.
βAre you sure? You look kinda pissed.β You responded.Β βYour muscles are tense and your jaw is clenching. The grip on the steering wheel is strong enough to make the veins on your hands pop up, and youβre even swallowing harshly.βΒ
Baekhoβs brows furrowed and his head turned to look at you in disbelief.
βDo you always examine every thing I do?β
You smiled.
βA lot of times, yeah.β You admitted.Β βBut whenever youβre mad, like now for example, you look hot as fuck.β
He felt his dick twitch inside his boxers with your words, but he wouldnβt let you know. He just smiled and shook his head.
βMiss, you seriously need to behave.β He says, making you press your legs together. His voice was firm, demanding, even. You instantly wondered what could you get from him if you kept pushing his buttons.
βIβm not doing anything.β You said innocently.Β βDid you take all of this in the wrong way, Baekho?β You asked, teasingly.Β βJust because I took you there to buy that lingerie? Did you get excited?β
Baekho noticed that you were trying to tease him again, so he just smiled and didnβt respond. You kept trying to tease him with no results, or so you thought, which made you just sigh and give upβ¦ For now.
Later that night, he kept ignoring you. You had dinner and went up to your room to take a shower before you decided to put the lingerie that you just bought on.
All the maids were now in their rooms, there was only Baekho and you in such a huge house.
You quietly went downstairs, spotting him on the couch still with his clothes on, but his tie was loosened. He was watching tv, oblivious about the fact that you were walking towards him like a hunter to its prey. That was, of course, until you stood next to him. He looked at you, his eyes widened as they traveled up and down your body, turning his head to look away.
βMissβ¦ Are you going to keep doing this?βΒ
You chuckled, approaching him.
βWhatβs wrong? I thought you liked it.β You pouted. He looked back at you and sighed.
βThis is inadequate. Please go back to your room.β
βI donβt fucking want to.β You spat. A frown appeared on his face.
βWhat?β
You smiled.
βIβm not going anywhere.β You repeated.Β βNot without you.β
βMissβ¦β
You stood in front of him before you climbed up to straddle him. Both legs at the sides of his body as you grabbed him by the tie, wrapping it around your hand and pulling him towards you to brush your lips against his ear. He kept his hands away from you, trying to stay professional.
βWhoβs the boss here?β You whispered, pressing yourself down to grind on him.
He tried his best to not make a sound, but you heard a throaty groan slightly coming out of him.
βYou better stop, now.β He warned. You pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, dark and hooded as they pierced into your soul.Β
You leaned forward, with his tie still around your hand. Your lips ghosted over his, and his hot breath fanned against your skin.
βOr what?β You asked, gently biting on his lower lip and pulling on it before letting it go.Β βSeems like you canβt handle me at all. Tsk, thatβs such a shame.β You pouted. His breathing started becoming uneven as his hardening cock was starting to be a burden for him and you could feel it against your middle, pressing yourself down.Β
Baekho suddenly moved his hand and grabbed you by the hairs on the back of your head, pulling it by the roots but not strong enough to hurt you. You gasped in surprise and he smirked.Β βBrat.β He muttered before he smashed his lips against yours.
The kiss was hot and sloppy. His lips molding against yours in a smooth, torturing pace. You released the grip on his tie and wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his raven black hair. His tongue met yours fiercely, a sensation that sent shivers down your spine and straight to your now dripping, throbbing core. He sucked on your tongue deliciously before he bit on your lower lip, gaining a moan from you as his free hand roamed down your body, landing on your lower back to press you against him. Hard as a rock, you felt him against his pants meeting your crotch as he started bucking his hips to meet yours. Fuck, he was so hot. He broke the kiss momentarily and started leaving wet open mouthed kisses all over your jaw and under your ear.
βLook what youβve done to me.β He said, brushing his lips against your skin. "Now youβll see what brats get when they misbehave.β He whispered in your ear, lips brushing on your earlobe before he gently sucked on it.
Before you could say or do anything else, he placed his strong hands behind your thighs and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He captured your lips in another hungry kiss as he walked to your bedroom, entering and kicking the door closed. He broke the kiss one more time and threw you on the bed, making you plop on your back as he walked back to your door and locked it. You sat up and rested your weight on your elbows to stare at him.
He loosened his tie and undid the knot on it, quickly starting to unbutton his shirt in front of you. His stare was strong, dominant as he looked darker than you wouldβve ever imagined he could be.
βBaekββ You tried to say, but he quickly shook his head.
βListen here, babygirl.β He began, pulling his shirt down his shoulders and throwing it away, exposing his toned body and tattoos. A sight you would never be able to erase from your mind. His body was something beyond imagination. It looked as if it was hand-made by God himself. Strong, muscled arms, broad shoulders, small waist and marked abs. βIβve tried to do my job, but you kept pushing my buttons. Youβve been teasing me to no end with your clothes, your touches, and now with that little lingerieβ¦. Tsk, tsk.β He shook his head as he kept stripping himself, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.Β βYouβve been testing your luck over and over again, y/n. You kept asking for it. I warned you, asked you to stop, but you wouldnβt, huh, you little brat?β He asked, now palming his cock over his boxers.
His muscles flexing made your mouth water. You had never seen such a man before, and every single word he said just turned you on even more. You felt waves of excitement between your legs, feeling your skin burn and yearn for just one touch.
He pulled down his boxers and walked towards you with a smirk on his lips.
βYou better take me really well baby, you asked for it.β He said as he stood in front of you. He grabbed you by the hair again and kissed you, his mouth devouring yours as your tongues fought together for dominance before he pulled you back by the hair, lifting your head and forcing you to look at him. His hand moved away from your hair and caressed your cheek gently, his thumb grazing on your lower lip as his teeth sank on his own.Β βSuck it.βΒ
βWhat?β
He smiled at your confusion. βDid you think you would be the one giving orders?β He asked sweetly.Β βNo, baby. In bed Iβm the one in charge. Suck my cock, now.β
Jesus Christ, was he hot with his filthy mouth you hadnβt known before that night. You smirked at his demanding state, ready to comply and enjoy his taste. You had dreamed about that since you laid eyes on him and it was about to happen. His cock was thick and so big, filled with all that pre-cum caused by your teasing. He was turned on by you, and you felt triumphant because that was exactly what you wanted You grabbed his length and licked on the tip, then slid the head on your mouth and started sucking gently, moving your tongue around it like a lollipop, making Baekho groan in pleasure.
He took a handful of your hair again, bucking his hips and thrusting against your mouth as soon as you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head softly.
βFuck baby, yeah just like that. Swallow my cock.β He grunted, pushing himself farther down the back of your throat and mouth fucking you. You tried your best to hold back but his length caused you to gag a bit before he pulled back, leaving a thread of saliva connecting your tongue with his dick. You catched your breath, licking from the shaft to the head and took him into your mouth once again. His moans were what fantasies were made of. Music to your ears like his groans. His pleasure was exciting. One of your hands helped you to pump him along with your sucks, and the other one went down and started squeezing, massaging his balls.
You moaned as his fingers ran through your hair, it was impossible for you to stay quiet with all the hot sounds he was making. The vibrations made his dick twitch in your mouth, he thrusted a few times, deep and slow until he released his warm cum on your throat, which you immediately swallowed. You let his member out of your mouth with a pop, before you start tracing your tongue all over it and around to help him ride out of his high. He threw his head back in pleasure, letting random curses slip from his mouth before he looked down at you, and pushed you on your back against the mattress.
βSuch a good girl.β He cooed, hovering over you as he ran his hand down your body, making you shiver at his burning touch.Β βShould daddy reward you?β
You nodded, biting your lip harshly.
βYes, Baekho. I want you.β
He shook his head and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.
βBaekho? No, baby.β He whispered, kissing and licking on your neck. "Iβm not Baekho for you.β
βDaddy, please.β You pleaded, clenching around nothing as he started getting rid of your lingerie.
βWhat do you want from daddy? hm?β He asked again, before he sucked on the sensitive flesh of your skin.
You moaned in response, not able to articulate the right words.
βDaddyβ¦ hmm.β You hummed, biting your lip.
βDaddy what? Thatβs not an answer, doll. Use your words.β He insisted, kissing down your collarbone and cupping your breasts with his large hands, sliding your sensitive bud into his mouth. His tongue twirled around it, gently nipping on the skin as his other hand massaged your neglected breast, then roaming down until his fingers were pressed between your folds.Β βDripping wet. So ready for me.β He mused, showering your chest with kisses. βYouβre so hot babygirl. I must admit that Iβve been wanting to be between your legs since you started playing your dirty games.β
Fuck.
βDaddy, please fuck me. Please, Iβve been wanting you for so long.β You pleaded, arching your back at the pleasure. He popped your nipple out of his mouth and smiled at you.
βOf course, princess. Iβm going to fuck you so good youβll cry for more.β He said as he stood up. He quickly grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over to lay on your stomach, grabbing your hips and lifting your ass up for him. He grabbed your ass cheeks and squeezed them, making you whimper before he leaned in and licked a long strap of your slick from behind. You moaned louder, making him feel fire through his veins. He took a moment to focus on sucking and licking on your tempting pussy, the sounds of his tongue against your juices making you more and more excited as your legs started shaking. You reached to place your hand behind his head, pushing his face even more against your core. He kissed, licked, and sucked on your clit and on your lower lips before he finally stood up and slapped your ass, making you wince in a mixture of pain and pleasure, but making you feel frustrated in need of your own release. βNot cumming until I say so, yeah baby? Do you have protection?β He asked, rubbing his head against your entrance.
βIβm on b-birth control.β You moaned.Β βPlease fuck me and fill me with your cum.β
"Ah, excellent.β He smirked.
And without any more warnings, he pushed himself inside you. You let out a choked moan as he gave you a few seconds to adjust before he started thrusting into you. He placed his hands on your hips and you pushed your butt against him to meet his thrusts, making the two of you a moaning mess.
βShit, youβre so tight.β He grunted, pounding mercilessly against you.Β βYouβre taking me so well like I knew you would. Youβre so pretty baby, so perfect around me.β He continued praising you, pulling his cock out of you before he slammed himself into you again, making you scream his name in pleasure.
Baekho placed his strong arm around your frame and pressed your back against his chest without stopping his pace. He started kissing on your neck and shoulders, leaving love marks that would help you remember that day.
βDaddy, I feel so close.β You cried out, clenching around him and making him groan. His hands went back to your breast and squeezed it, feeling himself close to his own climax.
βCum for me babygirl. Leave my cock drenched.β He said against your ear, moving his hand down to rub your clit and take you to your climax even faster.
You moved your hips in circles and pressed against his pelvis before you reached your peek. The feeling of your tight walls around him took him to the edge, and he released for the second time in you.
Sloppy thursts and wet kisses on your shoulders were left as you rode out of your highs until you collapsed on your bed. He pulled back from you and plopped himself next to you. You turned your head and looked at him in all his glory, drenched in sweat and with his chest going up and down in pants. Eyes closed and lips parted, a sight that made somehow your heart flutter.
As soon as he turned his head and looked back at you, you thought heβd go back to his usual self, stand up and leave after getting dressed. However, he stared into your eyes silently, before he cupped your face and kissed your lips, slowly and tenderly for a while. No matter how much he tried to stop it from happening, he could feel it in his chest. There was no way he would be able to stop himself from wanting you now that you had given yourself to him. That feelingβ¦ Like his heart was swelling at the sight of your pretty face. What if he allowed himself to get to know you better? Now he was curious about your story. When you pulled back, his upper half was hovering over you and caging you against the mattress, his nose brushing against yours and his hot breath fanning your skin. His scent was something youβd never forget. Sweet, strong, masculine. Not only the smell of his perfume drove you crazy, but the smell of his skin as well.
Anyone could say it was just sexβ¦ But you two didnβt feel it that way. There was this strong connection the both of you were feeling, and even if that road led to nowhere, all you wanted to do was go there.
βWould you please stay with me?β You asked innocently, moving your hand to cup his face, caressing his jaw with your thumb. He licked his lip and looked at you with a serious expression, his hand moving to run his fingers through your hair, making you relax under his touch. He then sighed and pressed a long lasting peck on your lips, laying on his back and wrapping his arm around you, pulling you to lay your head on his chest. He took a deep breath, fingertips gently running over your soft skin.
βI donβt think I can leave anymore, or ever again.β
β’ description - Ren attends weekly sessions with his therapist in hopes that he will learn to get over his anxiety at work. Venting and analyzing isnβt all their is to this type of therapy.Β
β’ pairing - officeworker!ren x therapist!reader
β’ rated - M | NSFW | 18+
β’ genre - smut | therapy theme | not much plot to this honestly
β’ word count - 2.334k
β’ warnings - NSFW | smut | unprotected sex | profanity | therapy theme | anxiety | shameful imagination of turning therapy into a slutty theme of fucking your therapist
Mute all the other sounds, letβs not listen to them
His knee bounced steadily, the heel of his foot tapping insistently against the floor as he thanked the heavens that there was a rug on top to block out the annoying sound. He stared blankly at the coffee table with his mug of green tea atop with hot steam protruding from the liquid. He listened to the persistent scribbles of the pen on the notepad, wishing he could snatch it out of your hand and throw you-
βRen.β
βYes?β His head shot up upon the call of his name, staring at you with wide eyes as he removed his thumb he had been biting on from between his lips. A few more scribbles and you placed the pen on top of the clipboard before glancing up at him. You plastered a kind smile on your face before lifting a leg up to cross over the other, the movement not going unnoticed by Renβs lingering eyes on your tight plaid skirt.Β
βDo you not like being around people?β
His eyes behind the thin black rimmed lenses glanced up at you before he was staring at the coffee table again with furrowed eyebrows. βI donβt think itβs that. I have friends, close friends that I spend frequent time with itβs just that-β
βItβs just that? You questioned flatly, continuing to write notes on the board in your hands. Ren swallowed dryly before letting out a deep, slow breath.Β
βItβs just that Iβmβ¦nervous around people.βΒ
βWould you say youβre holding back?β
βHolding back?β
βFrom your desires.βΒ
Ren had to think it over for a moment, trying to deepen his feelings into the meaning of that question as he hummed. βMaybe.β
You slapped your booklet on top of the clipboard closed and tossed the pen on the table in front of you. βYouβre not a bad person, Ren. You have a hard time informally communicating with those around you but overall youβre an outstanding individual. You look a lot towards being accepted at your workplace. Wouldnβt you say?βΒ
He took your words in carefully, thinking it over along with all the memories of him trying to βfit inβ at work. Ren could definitely admit he was a timid person, always taking the logical route in situations. He considered it a key point in his work ethic but heβs always had a hard timeβ¦communicating. It wasnβt his strong suit to make idle chit chat. He had a habit stumbling over his words or rambling on about nothing. He blamed it on his shyness and being an introvert but he definitely knew how to open up with those he was comfortable with.Β Β
You were one of the people he was definitely close with. As his therapist, you offered him peace of mind, release, and comfortability. Upon your first meeting you never showed any judgment, you accepted him completely as he is. It caught him by surprise how quickly he opened up to you, and you did the same. In more than one way.Β Β
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