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OFFICE HOURS

→ Pairing: Jimin x reader (female) → AUs: non-idol, one-shot -> Genres: ceo x secretary → Warnings(s): pure pure pure smut, +21, NSFW, smut, dirty talk, mdom, fsub, pleasure dom, rough, hard core sex, office sex, oral sex (f & m), bending over, table sex, doggy style, sir, slut, coming on face, face fucking, deep thorat, gaging, blowjob, multiple orgasms, multiple position, fantasizing, spanking, slut, overheard (?), fingering, riding, cowgirl, spitting, handjob, good girl, good boy, make up sex, switchy, fighting, arguing, mention birth control, failed pregnancy, after care, and probably more. → Rating: mature/explicit (this is mature/explicit content, so you have been warned.) → Word count: 26.6K

"Hey, could you help me do this report? I need it right now. I hope you won't take it long as I know." He looked at you, and he sounded serious.

You stood in his doorframe. You nodded and walked over to him. "Of course, sir. And, I'll try to finish it as soon as I can." You said with a soft voice, looking at him.

He nodded, satisfied. "Thank you." He sat down in his chair and continued to write. Occasionally, he looked through the window, but every time he looked at you. It was like he was observing you, every move you made.

You began to type on the computer. It was a little uncomfortable; you could sometimes feel his eyes fixed on you. You ignored it, focusing on your work, although it was nearly impossible not to notice his gaze.

As you typed, he stood up and walked towards you, standing directly behind your chair. You could nearly feel him breathing down your neck, but he didn't say anything. He just stood there, silently watching you type.

You tried to ignore his presence, but it was difficult. It made you nervous. He leaned forward slightly, his body almost pressing against your back. You could hear him breathing gently. He was so close that you could smell his cologne.

He rested his hands on the back of the chair, on either side of your shoulders. The proximity made your heart race. You could feel the heat radiating from his body. You tried to concentrate on your work but it was difficult with him so close.

"How's the progress?" He asked suddenly, his voice so close to your ear that it sent chills down your spine.

You took a deep breath and tried to maintain your composure, "It's coming along well, sir. I should be finished within the hour." You spoke as professionally as possible, hoping that he wouldn't notice the effect he was having on you.

"That's good," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. He didn't move away, in fact, he leaned even closer, his chest now almost touching your back. You could feel the rise and fall of his breathing.

"Take a break, let's eat something," He said softly, his breath warm against your neck.

You were taken aback by his words and the intimacy of the moment, but you couldn't deny that the idea of a break sounded appealing.

"Alright, sir," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

He stepped back, allowing you to stand up. He gestured for you to walk with him, leading you towards the company's cafeteria.

The walk to the cafeteria was filled with a charged but comfortable silence. He walked close to you, his hand gently brushing against yours occasionally. It was as if he was testing the boundaries, seeing how you would react.

Once in the cafeteria, he guided you to a quiet corner table, away from others. He took a seat across from you, studying you with a look that was both intense and unreadable.

You fumbled with your utensils, feeling the weight of his gaze upon you. He had a way of making you feel both nervous and special all at once.

"Relax," he said gently, noticing your discomfort. "I don't bite, you know?" He leaned back in his chair, a glimmer of a smirk on his lips.

That comment caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. It was the first time you had seen this playful side of him, and you found it oddly endearing.

He smiled at your laugh, pleased at the sound. "There you go," he says, the warmth in his voice making your heart flutter. "I was hoping to see that laugh."

The tension seemed to thaw a little as you both settled into the moment. You found yourself wondering what game he was playing and why he was being so strangely charming.

You both began to eat, the atmosphere between you two now more relaxed. You stole glances at him as you ate, noticing the way his strong hands held his spoon, the way his sharp jawline tensed as he chewed, and the way his eyes occasionally flicked towards you.

The conversation was light and easy, but the undercurrent of attraction was still palpable. As you both finished your meal, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on you once more. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully.

"You know," he started, his voice thoughtful. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something."

You nearly choked on your drink, your cheeks flushing at the unexpected touch. He smirked slightly, pretending to be innocent as he took another bite of his food.

"Careful," he said smoothly, his voice low. "Wouldn't want anything to happen to my favorite employee."

Favorite employee. That was new. You swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of how close his leg still was to yours under the table.

You tried your best to act normal, but the intimate contact and the fact that he had just referred to you as "favorite employee" was making your heart race.

He seemed to relish your reaction, continuing to eat nonchalantly, as if the entire situation was completely casual. It was like a game of cat and mouse. He was the cat toying with the mouse, and you were the mouse hopelessly caught in his trap.

The lunch continued, filled with more light banter and subtle touches from him. Every time his foot brushed against yours or his hand accidentally grazed yours, your heart skipped a beat.

As you finished your meal, he checked his watch and stood up, signaling that it was time to get back to work. The shift in atmosphere was sudden, and you felt a pang of disappointment as the intimate moment seemed to end as quick as it began.

"Come on," he said, motioning for you to follow him back to his office.

You nodded, silently following him back to his office. The walk was quiet, both of you seeming lost in your own thoughts.

As you entered the office, he closed the door behind you, shutting the outside world out. The tension immediately thickened once again, the silence in the room deafening.

He took a seat in his chair, leaning back and eyeing you with that intense gaze again. You stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do next

"Come here," he said in a low voice, gesturing for you to come closer to his desk. You hesitated for a moment but ultimately obeyed, moving closer until you were standing directly in front of him.

His gaze never left you as he leaned back in his chair, his legs spreading open slightly, his attention fixated on you.

"Sit," he said.

You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at the command in his voice. You obeyed and sat down on the edge of the desk, facing him. The position caused your skirt to ride up slightly, exposing more of your thighs.

He let his eyes trail down slowly, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin before meeting your eyes again. A smirk played at the corner of his lips.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with approval.

His hands came to rest on your knees, his touch warm and firm as his fingers gently traced circles on your inner thighs. The contact made your breath hitch.

"Now... about that report..." he continued, his fingers moving higher inch by inch. "It can wait a little longer, don't you think?"

You shivered at the feel of his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. His words and the proximity of his touch were making it difficult to focus.

"I... suppose it can," you managed to respond. Your voice was shaky, unable to hide the effect he was having on you.

His smirk grew wider as he noticed your reaction. "That's what I thought." His hands stopped their path at your thighs, his grip tightening slightly.

He leaned in closer, his face now inches from yours. "You look good sitting on my desk. Fits perfectly." He whispered, his breath warm against your cheek.

His fingers gently pushed your skirt up higher, almost to the point where it was just barely covering your pussy. You bit your lip, your cheeks flushed with heat.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. His touch was possessive, confident—like he already knew you belonged here, like this.

His free hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your face toward his. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, tugging it slightly.

"Do you ever think about this?" His voice was rough now, darker. "Fucking you on my desk?"

You felt your cheeks burn at his blunt question. His words were like a shot of electricity through your body, igniting a fire deep within you.

"I…..yes" you managed to stammer out, your voice barely above a whisper. His gaze darkened even more at your confession.

He let out a low growl, his fingers gripping your thighs harder. "You have no idea how much I fantasize about you." He nipped at your earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure down your spine. "Every day I think about bending you over that desk, taking you right there, hard and fast."

Your breath hitched at his words. His hands moved higher, fingers tracing the edge of your panties. "I can barely keep my hands off you," he groaned, his voice a guttural whisper. He looked at you with eyes darkened by desire. "Turn around."

You hesitated for a moment, but the look in his eyes was something you couldn't resist. You felt a rush of anticipation as you turned around, facing away from him. You heard him get up from the chair, felt him step behind you.

"Put your palms on the desk," he said, his voice commanding, his hand resting on your spine.

You obeyed, pressing your palms flat against the smooth surface of his desk. The moment you did, his body pressed flush against your back—hard, unyielding, his arousal evident against you. His lips brushed the shell of your ear as his hands slid up your thighs again, pushing your skirt up entirely now.

"Good," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. "Now let's see if you're as eager as I've imagined."

One hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back just enough to expose your throat, while the other traced the damp fabric of your panties—teasing, taunting.

"Tell me," he breathed against your skin, fingers slipping beneath the lace. "How many times have you dreamed of this?"

You trembled, his touch igniting a raw, primal need within you. "Every time I walk into this office," you confessed, your voice a breathless whisper.

His grip on your hair tightened slightly, just enough to send another pulse of heat through you.

"Every time?" he repeated, voice rough with approval. His fingers slid deeper, finding you already embarrassingly wet for him. He let out a low groan. "Fuck, you’re perfect."

Without warning, he yanked your panties to the side, his palm smacking against your ass, sharp enough to make you gasp, but not enough to truly sting. "Tell me more."

The unexpected spank made you jolt, a strangled moan escaping your lips. "I… I thought about it during meetings, at your every touch during the day, hell, even when I’m at home."

His fingers pressed into you, spreading you open, a smug satisfaction evident in his tone. "Home, you say?"

You whimpered, pushing back against his hand. "Y-yes," you managed to reply. "Imagined you coming home to me, bending me over the kitchen table, on the couch, anywhere you could have me. And.. I would sometimes touch myself, even in the restroom during breaks."

"You couldn’t keep your fingers off that needy little clit for two minutes, huh?" His tongue ran up the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "How often?

You moaned, arching into his touch. “F-frequent..ly.” you managed to say between gasps and pants. “Once, in this office..”

He gave another firm slap on your ass, this one with more force.

“When?” his tone was sharp, filled with need.

Your head was too clouded with desire to think straight. “A week ago, when you left for…,” you tried to recall, “for the meeting about the… the… contract.”

He hissed sharply at your confession, his fingers sinking into your flesh. "You touched yourself here. In my office. When I was just rooms away." You could almost feel his growl of possessiveness as he repeated the words, his grip on your hips turning almost painful.

He spun you around, almost roughly, and your back hit the edge of the desk. His hands went to your blouse, undoing buttons with a swiftness that was almost animalistic.

You helped him, shedding the fabric until your torso was bare beneath his heated gaze. His hands roamed over your skin, rough and demanding. You could barely catch your breath as he unhooked your bra, tossing it away without a second thought.

His mouth was on you in seconds, capturing a nipple between his lips, his tongue working circles around the hardening bud. You let out a gasp, arching your back, fingers tangling in his hair.

“God, you taste good."

His mouth moved lower, trailing hot, wet trails down your stomach. His hands hooked under your knees, urging you to sit on the desk. You acquiesced, your hips right at the edge. He moved between your legs, spreading them wide, giving him an uninhibited view.

His eyes drank in the sight of you, spread open and bare before him. His hands moved to unbuckle his belt, his movements betraying his own desperation. You watched as he freed himself from his pants, his cock already hard and leaking. He leaned forward, the tip of his cock grazing your pussy.

He moaned at the contact, his hands clenching at your thighs. "So wet and ready for me." he murmured, his voice gruff. He ran his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick. You mewled, your hands fisting his shirt.

"You want this, sweetheart?" He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked with yours. "You want me to finally fill you up like I've been aching to for months now?"

You moaned, your head nodding almost desperately. "Yes, please… I need you." Your fingers tangled in his hair, and the hunger in his gaze intensified.

Without hesitation, he slid into you. It was slow, yet relentless, filling you inch by inch until he was buried deep. You let out a gasp, your body adjusting to the intrusion. He groaned, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours.

"So tight…." he hissed. “Can't believe I've waited this long".

He pulled out almost completely and slammed back in, setting a fast, hard pace, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside you. You moaned shamelessly, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper.

He grunted, his grip on your legs tightening as he pounded into you. “This is exactly what you wanted, huh?" He nipped at your neck, his tongue soothing the sting. His hands reached up, his fingers pinching your nipples.

You arched into his touch, your fingers raking down his arms. “Yes, god, please." You moaned, your voice breathless.

With every movement, every touch, he claimed you, making you feel completely and utterly possessed. His mouth moved up to capture yours, his tongue delving into your mouth hungrily.

His hands moved to your hips, angling you for a deeper penetration. You moaned against his mouth, your hands moving up to claw at his back. He growled, the sound reverberating through both of your bodies.

He suddenly wrapped his arm around you, hauling you off the desk and turning you around. Your chest hit the cold surface, your hips pressed against his pelvis. He positioned himself again and slammed back into you without warning. You yelled out, hands flailing to find purchase on the surface.

His free hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back as he set a brutal pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office, mixing with your moans and his grunts.

"This is where you belong." He growled into your ear. "Under me, taking my cock like a good girl."

You couldn't respond, your mind too clouded with pleasure to form coherent words. Your body submitted to him willingly, your hips pushing back against him, taking him deeper.

His hand moved from your hair, wrapping around your neck and squeezing just enough to make your head spin.

He pounded into you mercilessly, your body shaking with each powerful thrust. Your moans turned into little cries of pleasure, the feeling of his hand around your neck adding an edge of roughness that sent shivers down your spine. “Slut.. fucking... slut." His grip around your neck tightened as he punctuated each word with a particularly rough thrust.

You could feel the coil tightening inside you, the pressure building with each stroke of his cock. And then he changed the angle slightly, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. You let out a scream, your hands clawing desperately at the desk.

He moaned at your reaction, his hips stuttering for a moment. "That's it, baby." He murmured, his tone rougher than ever. "You gonna come for me? Gonna come all over my cock?"

''Oh God... I'm so close...'' You managed to moan between pants. Your body was on the brink, the heat coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap any moment. He seemed to sense your impending climax, his movements becoming even rougher. He was close too, you could tell.

His breath was coming in hot puffs against your ear. "Come, now." He commanded.

The combination of his command, the roughness of his movements, and the sheer intensity of the moment pushed you over the edge. You came with a shattered cry, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you.

He groaned loudly, feeling your walls clenching around him. "Fuuuck, just like that, good girl." He slammed his hips against you a few more times, riding out your orgasm, before giving one final deep thrust.

You could feel his release spreading deep inside you, hot and sticky. He slowed down, his hand releasing your neck and his forehead rested between your shoulder blades, both of you catching your breath. His body was a heavy but strangely comforting weight against your back.

It was oddly quiet in the aftermath. Just the sound of your panting filling the office. It took a few moments for you to finally speak.

"Fuck, you made it creampie."

It was an incredibly rare moment to witness him looking completely wrecked. His hair was disheveled, his face flushed, and his breathing still uneven. He pulled out of you, his cum dripping down your thighs. He spun you back around to face him.

His fingers brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from your face, his gaze softened for a moment. Then, just like a switch being flipped, he became the cool, composed man that everyone else saw. He pulled up his pants, straightening his appearance.

"Go clean up." He said, his tone back to its usual commanding tone. He gave you a slight smirk, his eyes full of satisfied possessiveness. “You did good.”

You tried to regain your composure, your legs feeling a little shaky. You hastily put on your clothes, feeling the stickiness between your thighs. He moved around the room, straightening things up as if nothing significant had just happened.

Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but before you could say anything, he spoke.

"This stays here." He said firmly, his gaze meeting yours. "This doesn’t leave this room."

The implications of his words hung heavily in the air. He was essentially sealing this moment off from the rest of the world, locking it away in the confines of his office.

You nodded, understanding the weight of that agreement. The secret would remain a secret. It was an unspoken pact between the two of you now.

"Understood." You replied, your voice steady despite the chaos inside you.

His eyes held yours for a few seconds longer, reading your expression. Satisfied that you understood, he gave you a curt nod.

"Good." He walked over to his desk, returning to his seat, the epitome of composed authority.

The room felt charged again, but the atmosphere had shifted fundamentally.

"Now." He said, looking up from some papers. "Back to work."

His change back to professional mode was swift and seamless. It was as if the passionate encounter had never occurred, and you were back to your roles as employer and employee.

You swallowed hard, feeling a little disoriented by the sudden change. "Yes, sir." You replied, attempting to mirror his cool demeanor.

He gave you one final look, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment, before turning his attention back to his work.

The silence in the room was heavy. It was a stark contrast to the intensity of just minutes ago. Slowly, you managed to ground yourself again, focusing on the tasks that lay before you.

time skip.

The rest of the week passed agonizingly slow. Every moment spent in the office felt charged, a constant reminder of what had happened behind closed doors. There wasn't a single moment you didn't think about it, your mind replaying the memory over and over again.

On the night that preceded the weekend, you found yourself restless, tossing and turning in your bed. Sleep evaded you, your thoughts still consumed by him and the promise you both had made.

The clock crept past midnight, the hours ticking away, yet you remained wake. Every time your eyes closed, your mind would drift back to the raw passion that had passed between you. And you feeling wet again. You reached for your phone.

You took a shaky breath, your fingers hovering over the screen for a moment. Before you could second-guess yourself, you typed and sent a simple text to him. "You awake?"

It was a reckless move. You knew it could risk everything, but in that state of restless anticipation, you couldn’t stop yourself. You waited, nervously, for his response.

Minutes passed, each one felt like an hour. Your heart was racing, wondering if you had made a huge mistake. Perhaps he had been asleep this whole time, unaware of your restless state.

And then, suddenly, your phone buzzed.

You nearly jumped, your hand trembling as you picked up the phone. Your heart lodged in your throat as you opened the message.

His response was a simple "Yes."

Your heart skipped a beat.

The single word sent your heart into overdrive. For a moment, you just stared at the screen, taking in that terse confirmation. You knew what this meant; it was a silent invitation, a green light to what you had been thinking.

Without hesitation, your fingers typed a response. "Can you come over and fuck me again?"

The bluntness of your message was unlike anything you'd ever sent before, but somehow it felt right given the situation. You didn't even have time to think about it, your thumb hitting the send button before you could reconsider.

You waited, your heart pounding in your chest, for his reply.

Each second felt like an eternity as you awaited his response. Your mind raced through possibilities, from him simply ignoring you to him being angry. It wasn't like you to be so forward, especially with him.

Then, as you were about to resign yourself to the fact that he hadn't seen your message, your phone buzzed again. Your heart leapt into your throat.

His response was succinct, a simple "Address?"

A rush of relief washed over you, mixing with an undeniable thrill. You quickly typed back your address, sending it with a flutter of anticipation.

Your heart was thudding against your rib cage now, every nerve in your body alive with anxious excitement.

A moment later, he responded with a short "I'm coming."

You gulped, a shiver running down your spine at the message. It was really happening. The thought of him, here in your space, made your stomach churn in a dizzying combination of nervousness and expectation.

You jumped up from your bed, suddenly realizing how unprepared you were. Your room was a mess, and you were still in your pajamas. But he was on his way, and there was no time to think about it anymore.

In a frenzy, you quickly straightened up your room, picking up clothes scattered around and smoothing out rumpled sheets on the bed. You rushed to the bathroom, a quick glance in the mirror making you wince. Your hair was a mess, your face was flushed, and your clothes were crumpled.

You hastily splashed water on your face, brushed your hair and changed into something more sexy.

You chose a silk slip with lace trimmings, the fabric draping over your curves. It was a daring choice, not something you'd usually wear but felt appropriate for the occasion.

You stood before the mirror, taking a deep breath, just as you heard a knock on the door.Your heart rate spiked at the sound. He was here.

Slowly, you made your way to the door, each step feeling like a step closer to the edge of a precipice. As you reached the door, you took another breath, steeling yourself, before opening it.

He stood there, leaning against the door frame, dressed in a dark suit that hugged his frame perfectly. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in your attire and lingering on the curves accentuated by the silk.

A silence stretched between you both as his eyes devoured you. His gaze was intense, sending shivers down your spine. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and smooth, yet filled with a subtle edge of dominance.

"Nice outfit."

His compliment only served to add fuel to the fire that was ignited in your stomach. Your fingers fidgeted restlessly with the hem of the slip, suddenly feeling too revealed.

"Thanks." you murmured, trying to sound nonchalant even though you were sure your nervousness was evident. “Come in.” you added, opening the door wider for him to enter.

He walked in, brushing past you, his nearness causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. His scent filled the air, an intoxicating mix of cologne and musk.

You shut the door behind you, the sound seeming too loud in the silence of your apartment. Turning back, you found him standing in the middle of your living room, his hands in his pockets, observing your space.

"Make yourself comfortable." you said, your voice betraying a slight quiver.

He turned to look at you, his eyes holding a heated look. He took a few steps towards you. "I am comfortable." he replied, the double entendre of his words not lost on you.

His gaze roamed down your body again, lingering on the exposed skin where the hem of the slip rose up. "You look good in silk." he commented, his tone casual yet the way his jaw clenched betrayed his own restraint.

His compliment sent a bolt of heat straight to your core. You fought to keep your cool, not wanting to show just how much his words were affecting you.

"Thanks." you muttered, trying to maintain eye contact but finding his gaze too intense. Your fingers were still fidgeting with the hem of the slip, a nervous habit. "Can I get you a drink?" you asked, trying to change the subject and also needing a moment to gather yourself.

His eyes followed your restless fingers, noting your nervous habit. He smirked slightly before responding. "Whiskey, neat.” he replied evenly.

As you moved to reach for a bottle and glass from the kitchen, he took a seat on the couch, his eyes still tracking your every move.

You busied yourself at the counter, pouring the whiskey into a glass. Your hands were shaking a little, but you hoped he wouldn't notice.

As you walked back to where he sat, glass in hand, he patted his lap. "Here." he instructed, his eyes locked with yours.

The command in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, but you obediently walked over and sat down on his lap, the silk of your slip bunching up between your legs. Your breath hitched at the close contact, your thighs resting on top of his, his hands steading you by your waist.

Without breaking eye contact, he took the glass from your hand and took a slow sip.

The silence felt charged as he sipped his drink, his grip on your waist remained firm. The proximity was dizzying, his warmth seeping into your skin, his touch stirring a pool of heat in your core.

He set the glass down on the coffee table next to the couch, his hands returning to your waist. His fingers brushed against the bare skin where your slip had ridden up, sending goosebumps chasing across your flesh.

His touch was so light yet electric, every place he touched felt ignited. You could feel the roughness of his hands, a stark contrast to the silk against your skin. He moved his hands slightly up, his fingers grazing the underside of your breasts.

You inhaled sharply at the contact, your pulse quickening. He smirked, noticing your reaction. His hands continued their ascent, circling around to your back, his fingers finding the ribbon that tied your slip together.

He tugged at the ribbon, the knot undoing effortlessly. The material of your slip loosened, exposing your bare breasts. His hands moved to your chest, cupping your bare skin. His palms were scorching hot against your breasts, his fingers grazing your nipples.

Your nipples hardened under his touch, causing them to graze against the roughness of his palms. You moaned softly, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

His eyes darkened as he felt your nipples harden against his palms and beginning to slowly massage your breasts, his fingers rolling your nipples.

"Suck them." you murmured.

His fingers stilled, a small hitch in his breathing giving away his own desire, and then he leaned forward, wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples. His tongue darted out to flick the stiff peak.

You moaned, and your hands found their way into his hair, holding him closer to your chest. He moaned against your skin.

His mouth worked magic with your nipple, his tongue swirling and lapping at the hardened bud. His hands moved down your waist, finding the hem of the slip and pushing it up, exposing your bare pussy.

His fingers brushed over your clit, spreading your wetness. "God, you're so wet." He murmured, his voice huskily against your neck as he pushed a finger inside you. You moaned, your hips lifting reflexively, eagerly grinding down on his hand. "You've been thinking about this all week, haven't you?"

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the truth felt almost surreal. You moaned again as he added another finger, his thumb circling your clit. You were helpless, lost in the pleasure.

"I did." you admitted breathlessly, your grip on his hair tightened. "So much."

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that particular spot that made you see stars. He groaned as you arched your back, your moans echoing in the room.

"Did you touch yourself while thinking about it?" His low, gravelly tone made heat pool deep within you.

"Y-yes." you admitted, your voice trembling.

His fingers pumped into you faster, the pace suddenly rougher. "Show me, show me how you touched yourself, thinking about me." He growls, his voice dripping with lust.

Your body quivered, the pressure building within you. You lifted your skirt up, revealing your hand dipping down between your legs. Your fingers found your clit.

You were already messy, your fingers rubbing your clit just the right way. His hand stayed still inside your hole as you worked yourself up. Your whimpers filled the air as you imagined him inside you.

He groaned at the sight, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. "So greedy, aren't you?" He murmured, voice thick with lust. "Look at you, dripping all over my fingers." He curled his fingers again.

That was all it took. Your hands gripped his shoulders, your head tilting back as your orgasm crashed through you with a force that left you shuddering. Your walls clenched around his fingers, your mind going blank.

"Fuck." He growled, his voice strained. "You look so good like this.

In one swift move, he positioned you on his lap, pushing his pants down just enough to free his cock. It was hard and thick, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He guided you forward, lining you up with his cock. You moaned as the tip rubbed against your entrance.

"Take it." He demanded, his hands guiding you down onto his cock, his hands settling on your hips. "Bounce it."

You moaned again as he filled you up, the stretch almost overwhelming. You started to move, lifting yourself up and down his cock as he had asked. You moaned, loving the way he felt inside you.

He groaned, his hands guiding your moves, setting a harsh pace. "That's it, good girl." He praised, each word punctuated by a hard slap on your ass.

The pleasure mixed with the sharp sting was intoxicating. You bounced faster, chasing the building pleasure. Your hands moved to his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin as you rode him.

He grunted with each bounce, his hands squeezing your sides. "Fuck, you feel so good." He groaned, his head thrown back.

His words spurred you on, your movements growing more desperate. You leaned down, capturing his lips in a messy kiss, your tongues dancing together in a fervent rhythm. His hands moved to your ass, spreading your cheeks wider as he thrust upward, hitting that deep spot inside you.

You moaned into his mouth, your sounds swallowed by his lips. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck, your mouth moving down to sucking and biting. His grip on your ass got tighter; you knew you were going to bruise. His thrusts became harder, his pace brutal and relentless.

His hips snapped up to meet your bounces, his fingers digging into your flesh. "You love this, don't you?" He murmured against your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Being filled up, used."

His words were filthy, but they only served to fuel your desire. You nodded, panting against his shoulder. "Yes." you managed to gasp out.

His grip on your hips tightened, his breathing getting harsher. "That's right. This is where you belong, right here on my cock taking it however I give it. Isn't that right, baby?"

Your moaned helplessly at his filth, your body responding helplessly to his command, desperate to please. "Yes." you moaned, your voice needy. "Please."

He growled, his control faltering as he heard you beg. He flipped you over so you were now on your back.

He kneeled above you, his hands pinning your wrists above your head, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. His cock still buried deep inside you, he gave a hard thrust. You moaned loudly, your hips trying to lift up to meet him. "Please!" you begged again, your mind blank except for him.

His eyes darkened at your plea. "Please what?" He taunted, his voice rough. "Please don't stop? Please go faster?"

You could feel his cock twitching inside you, his own self-control hanging by a thread. "Please, faster." You moaned, your voice breathy and shaky.

He grinned, a smug satisfaction dancing in his eyes. "Good girl." He obliged, his hips pistoning forward, his pace ruthless. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.

His thrusts were punishing, hitting you deep. You arched your back, your legs wrapping around his waist. He moaned, his hands releasing your wrists and moving down to your hips, holding you in place.

Your hands scrambled for something, anything, your breast bouncing with every rough thrust.

"Look at you." he murmured, his voice hoarse. "You were made for this, weren't you? Made to take my cock like a little cock-hungry slut."

His words were harsh, but they only fueled your need. You moaned shamelessly, your body trembling with each slap of his hips against yours. "Yes, sir." You whimpered, surrendering to his dominance completely.

His grip on your hips tightened, his control slipping further. "You like that, don’t you? You like being called a filthy little cock-hungry slut." He punctuated each word with a particularly hard thrust.

Your brain was too fogged up to form a coherent response. "Yes, sir." You repeated, your voice trembling.

His eyes darkened further at your submission. "What a perfect little slut you are." He hissed, his pace becoming erratic. "Taking me so well." His hands moved up to your breasts, squeezing them roughly.

Your hands covered his, arching your hips up to meet his frantic thrusts. You could feel the familiar coil winding tighter in your belly. Your mind was a messy jumble of pleasure and desire. "Please, sir," you moaned. "Please, can I - can I come?"

He smirked, his thumb finding your clit. "You're asking for permission now?" He teased, despite the roughness of his tone. He rubbed rough circles on your clit, matching his thrusts.

"Such a well-behaved slut." he murmured, his eyes locked onto yours. "Come for me, my little slut. Let me feel you clenching around my cock."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body arching up to meet his touch. Your eyes rolled back, your fingers digging into the couch as the pressure inside you built to the edge. With just a few more strokes, you were on the brink.

"Yes, please sir, please." You were almost shouting now, your voice raspy and broken. "Please let me-"

His hand tightened on your hip, his pace becoming relentless.

"Such please manners from a filthy slut." He growled. "Fine. Come for me." He ordered, his fingers working your clit faster.

His command sent you over the edge. Your body shook, your mouth gasping for air as you clenched around his cock. You moaned louder than you've ever had, the pleasure overwhelming. Your legs locked around his hips, pulling him even deeper as he continued to pound into you.

"That's it, that's it." He muttered, his grip tightening. "Such a good girl."

His words only prolonged your orgasm, prolonging the intense feelings coursing through you. Your body was hypersensitive, each touch sending shivers down your spine. He continued to pound into you, his pace relentless.

"Fuck," he growled, his own self-control slipping. "You feel too good."

The room was filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies colliding.

His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, his nails leaving marks on your skin. His mouth found your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as his thrusts turned irregular.

"I’m close." he panted, his breath hot against your ear. "Where do you want it?"

His question made your mind short-circuit. You just managed to whisper, "On me."

He cursed under his breath, his movements even more uncoordinated. With one final hard thrust, he pulled out.

"Get on your knees." He commanded, his voice rougher than usual. You obeyed obediently, getting on your knees infront of him. He stroked his cock fast, his eyes on your face.

"Mouth open. Tongue out." He said shortly.

Your heart raced with each instruction, your obedience coming as naturally as breathing. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out just like he’d instructed. He moaned at the sight, his hand moving faster over his cock.

"God, I can’t wait to come all over that pretty face." He moaned.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your eyes locked on his cock. He was so close, his hand running faster over the length. "That's right, keep that mouth wide open." He muttered, his breathing heavy.

You moaned at his command, anticipation coursing through you. He grunted, closing his eyes for a second. "You look so good on your knees for me." He moaned, his hand working faster. "I’m close, I’m - “

Without warning, he came hard, ropes of his cum landing on your face. You flinched slightly, surprised at the suddenness but stayed still.

He leaned against the side of the couch, trying to catch his breath. You stayed on your knees, his releasecooling on your face. He looked down at you, his eyes darker than before. "So pretty." He murmured, running a finger through the mess on your face. He hooked his finger under your chin and tipped your jaw up.

"Lick it up." He commanded softly. You obeyed, your tongue darting out to clean his finger clean. His breath hitched at the sight.

"Good girl." he murmured, his thumb running across your bottom lip. He seemed content to just stand there, towering over you. The silence was a heavy one, the weight of what just happened pressing down on both of you.

"You did good." He finally said, breaking the silence. He reached down, offering a hand to help you stand.

You took his hand, your legs feeling wobbly as you stood up. His eyes ran over your naked form, his gaze almost reverent. He brushed some stray hairs away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, his tone was softer than you’ve ever heard it before.

You nodded, managing a small smile. "I’m fine." you assured him, your voice a bit hoarse. He brushed his thumb over the hickeys on your neck, a possessive possessiveness in his eyes.

"You sure?" He asked again, his hands moving to the marks he left on your hip. There would be dark bruises there in the morning.

You winced slightly as his fingers pressed against the bruises. "I'm sure." you mumbled, trying to ignore the way his possessiveness made you feel. He let out a low growl, his hands tightening around you.

"This won't do." he murmured. Before you could respond, he scooped you up in his arms, bridal style. You yelped, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. "Where is your room?"

You pointed in the direction of your bedroom, too surprised by the sudden action to protest. He carried you into your room, setting you down on the bed. The room was dimly lit, just the moonlight streaming in through the window.

He started stripping off his suit, his movements swift and practiced. You watched him, taking in the sight of his lean, muscular body. He was built like a statue, every muscle defined.

Once he was completely naked, he climbed onto the bed beside you, his body heat enveloping you. He pulled you close, your back pressed against his chest. His hand rested on your waist, possessively anchoring you against him.

You could feel his body pressed against yours, his soft breaths against your neck. There was a sense of intimacy in the darkness, the silence broken now and then by the sound of his fingers drumming against your skin, his hand possessively clutching your waist.

After a while, he broke the silence with a murmured question. "What are you thinking about?" His voice was soft, a stark contrast to his usual commanding tone. You felt him rest his chin on top of your head, his hands still tracing random patterns on your waist. You took a deep breath, your mind still reeling from the events of the night.

"Nothing, really." you lied, not sure how to put your chaotic emotions into words. It was a mix of confusion, satisfaction, and a lingering sense of vulnerability. His fingers paused.

He could probably sense your lie, his fingers resuming their movements. "You’ve never been a good liar." he said, a ghost of a smile in his voice. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, his tone turning serious. "You didn’t regret what we did tonight, did you?"

His question hung in the air, heavy and loaded. You took a moment to consider your response, the events of the night replaying in your mind.

"No." You replied, your voice steady. "I don’t regret it." His grip on your waist subtly loosened, his body relaxing against yours. He didn’t respond at first, his fingertips resuming their lazy patterns on your skin. "You?"

The question hung in the air between you. His fingers paused again, the weight of his answer hanging in the silence. Finally, he took a deep breath.

"No." he said, his voice soft. "I don’t regret it." A wave of relief washed over you, the reassurance settling in your chest. His hand drifted up to your chest, feeling the steady thump of your heartbeat beneath his palm.

His touch was unexpected, his fingers trailing over your skin like a silent apology. "I didn’t mean to be this rough on you." he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of guilt.

His admission caught you off guard, his hands moving to trace over the bruises on your hip. "I got carried away." he added, his touch incredibly gentle. “Those are going to bruise."

You could feel his breath hitch, a silent admission of guilt. You placed your hand over his, stopping his movements. "It’s alright." you whispered. "I don’t mind."

His fingers stilled under your touch, his grip tightening briefly before releasing. He let out a sigh, his body shifting closer to yours, his chest pressed against your back. "You're too forgiving." he murmured, his lips grazing the back of your neck.

You shivered slightly, your skin prickling at the feeling of his lips. "You're too hard on yourself.” you replied, your voice still soft. He let out a short breath, the sound a cross between a laugh and a scoff. "Someone has to be." he replied.

Your hand moved to intertwine with his, fingers lacing together. "You don’t have to be tough all the time." you murmured, your thumb rubbing soft circles on his skin.

His breath hitched at your touch, his fingers tightening slightly around yours. "Yes, I do." he said, his voice holding a note of finality. He shifted again, burying his face in the nape of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "It’s how I’ve survived." His words were muffled against your skin, carrying a vulnerability that you rarely heard from him.

Your heart clenched at his words, understanding the weight behind them. You held his hand a little tighter, hoping to offer a small measure of comfort. "It’s okay to let your guard down sometimes, you know.” you whispered, your voice soft.

He was silent for a moment and then, barely discernable, you felt him shake his head against your neck. "I can’t." he replied, his voice rough. “There’s no room for mistakes.”

You turned in his arms, facing him. He still had his eyes fixed on the wall, his expression stoic. You reached up, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. "Hey," you murmured, your fingers lingering on his chin, trying to get him to look at you. "Look at me."

His body was tense under your touch, but he eventually shifted his gaze to meet yours. His eyes were unreadable, his expression guarded. You moved your hand to cup his cheek, your thumb running over the harsh line of his jaw.

"It’s just me, here." you murmured, your words soft and reassuring. "You don’t have to be the tough guy with me."

His eyes lingered on yours for a moment, his expression betraying a flicker of vulnerability. Slowly, he relaxed under your touch, his body sagging into your palm. He let out a soft sigh, his hand coming up to cover yours, holding it against his cheek.

"I have to go." he murmured. "I see you tomorrow?"

You felt a pang of disappointment at his words, but you tried to hide it with a small nod. "Yeah." you replied, your voice betraying a hint of reluctance. You watched as he untangled himself from you, his body heat leaving you cold. He rose from the bed, collecting his clothes from the floor.

He dressed in silence, the quiet filled with a heavy atmosphere. When he finished, he turned to look at you, his expression stoic again. "Goodnight." he said simply.

You forced a small smile, the lump in your throat growing. "Goodnight." you replied, trying to swallow the emotions bubbling up. He lingered at the foot of the bed for a moment, as if he wanted to say something else, but he simply turned and walked out of the room. The sound of the front door closing echoed through the apartment, leaving you alone in the silent room.

time skip.

The next morning, you walked into the office with your usual professional demeanor, though the bruises under your silk blouse burned with every movement. The elevator ride up was tense—several other employees chatted casually, completely unaware of the way your pulse spiked when the doors opened to reveal him already at his desk, crisp suit, sharp jawline, eyes glued to a contract like last night never happened. He didn’t glance up when you passed his open door.

You hesitated in the doorway, your fingers tightening around the file folder in your hands. The memory of his hands on your skin, his voice growling praises in your ear, felt worlds away from this cold professionalism.

Clearing your throat softly, you stepped inside. "The quarterly report you asked for, Mr. Park."

His pen stilled. Finally, he lifted his gaze slow, deliberate, scanning you from your conservative heels to the high collar that barely concealed his marks. A beat. Then he held out his hand without a word, waiting.

You handed him the thin folder, your fingers just barely grazing his. His eyes flicked down to the file, then back to your face. There was no flicker of recognition, no hint of the intimacy you'd shared. He skimmed through the report in silence, his expression unreadable. Finally, he looked up again.

"Good work."

The words felt like a thousand pinpricks. You managed a stiff nod, not trusting your voice. "Is there anything else, sir?"

He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight, and studied you with a gaze that felt like it could strip you bare. His fingers tapped the edge of the report once, twice before he finally spoke.

"Actually, yes." His voice was low, meant only for you despite the open door. "My schedule is clear after 7. Dinner. Your place." A beat. "Unless you’d rather pretend last night didn’t happen."

The challenge in his tone made your breath hitch. He was giving you an out, and testing you at the same time.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Last night's vulnerability was nowhere in sight, replaced by this cold, calculated man who somehow made you feel like you belonged to him while maintaining his distance. You lifted your chin, meeting his gaze head-on.

"My place." you confirmed, your voice steady despite the chaos in your chest. His lips curved into a slight, satisfied smirk. It was a small victory, but one that sent a thrill through you.

"Perfect." he replied, and then, as if dismissing you, returned to the papers on his desk.

"One more thing."

You turned back, pulse jumping when you saw his gaze drop to your neck, where the collar of your blouse had shifted, just enough to reveal a bruise he’d left last night. His jaw tightened before he met your eyes again.

He leaned forward suddenly, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

"Wear something I can tear off you."

The command was filthy, delivered with such casual authority that your knees nearly buckled. He held your gaze for one breathless second before flicking his hand toward the door, dismissed.

You walked out on unsteady legs, the phantom weight of his stare burning into your back. The office suddenly felt too hot, too small. And all you could think about was 7 PM.

The rest of the day passed in a haze. You couldn't concentrate, your mind constantly straying to the night ahead. The office clock crawled with each second, every minute feeling like an hour. You checked the clock obsessively, your nerves frayed.

Finally, 6 PM came. You shut down your computer, gathering your belongings with uncharacteristic haste. Colleagues threw you curious glances, sensing your unusual urgency. But you didn't care, thoughts of him and the evening ahead drowning out everything else.

You left the office quickly, heading home to prepare. At home, you stood in front of your closet, hands shaking as you searched for something, anything that matched his order.

Something I can tear off.

The memory of his words fueled your nerves, making you feel both excited and anxious. Eventually, you settled on a simple black dress, the fabric thin and soft to the touch. It was classy enough for dinner yet easy to rip, just like he'd demanded.

You had just slipped into the dress when the doorbell rang, making your heart skip a beat. It was earlier than expected, but there was no mistaking who it was. You took a deep breath, smoothing the fabric down your thighs before walking over to open the door.

Opening it revealed him standing there in all his polished elegance. The moment he saw you, his eyes darkened, taking in every curve of the dress, the way it hugged your form like a second skin. He didn't say a word, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him with a quiet click.

The air between you was charged, the anticipation heavy. You were acutely aware of his every move. He tossed his jacket onto a chair before taking a step closer to you, his eyes roving over the dress.

"You look good." he murmured, his eyes never leaving your body. His closeness made you dizzy, the air between you growing hot. You could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the way his eyes darkened with every second that passed.

His fingers brushed against your neck, trailing down to the hem of your dress. "This doesn't look particularly easy to rip, does it?" His voice was soft, a stark contrast to the roughness of his touch.

You swallowed nervously as his fingers moved to the hem of your dress, his touch light but the intent clear. "It’s easy enough." you managed to say, the anticipation prickling at your skin.

His fingers brushed against your inner thigh, igniting a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He leaned forward, his lips grazing against your ear as he spoke. "I'm going to need to test my theory then." His voice was low, filled with a mixture of command and anticipation.

Without warning, he wrapped his hands around your waist, easily picking you up. You yelped, arms automatically locking around his neck for balance as he carried you across the room and plopped you onto the couch.

You were breathless, the swiftness of his actions catching you off guard. He stood between your legs, his eyes scanning over you.

Then, without warning, he gripped the hem of your dress, the fabric protesting as he ripped it upward. You gasped, the ripping sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. The cool air hit your already heated skin, making you shiver.

He ripped the dress further, the sound echoing through the room, before tossing it aside. You were left in just your panties, completely exposed under his scorching gaze.

His hands moved to your chest, palming your breasts, his thumbs grazing your nipples. You moaned, the roughness of his touch sending shivers down your spine. His breath hitched as he thumbed your nipples, the sound low and needy.

He gave a soft squeeze, the sensation almost too much. "I’ve been thinking about these all day." he murmured. "Every chance I got, I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was this." He pinched your nipples.

You whimpered, the mix of pleasure and pain making your body arch into his touch. "It’s been a long day." you managed to say, your voice breathless. His hands left your chest, reaching for his belt. "Very long." he agreed, unbuckling it.

The sound of his belt coming undone sent a wave of heat between your legs. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. He was already hard, the tip glistening with precum. He gave himself a few slow strokes, spreading the moisture down his length with his thumb.

He leaned down, his hand wrapping around your thighs to pull you closer to him. The roughness of his touch made your breath hitch. "I don’t think I can wait." he murmured, pushing your legs forward until your legs spread wide. His head lowered, his eyes locked on your bare pussy. The weight of his gaze made you squirm, the air feeling heavy with tension. He ran a finger through your slit, collecting the wetness that pooled there. "God, I want to taste you."

You moaned at his words, the feeling of his touch making you impossibly wet. He brought his finger to his mouth, tasting you without breaking eye contact.

He moaned at the taste, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. When he opened them again, they were dark, filled with an intensity that was almost unnerving. Without thinking he kneels before you.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch. His mouth moved closer, his breath hot against your clit. You moaned softly, goosebumps erupting all over your skin in anticipation.

Then, he licked a stripe up your slit, from your entrance to your clit. Your hand flew to his head, fingers tangling in his hair, nails digging into his scalp.

His tongue swirled around your clit, his hands holding you in place as you tried to lift your hips towards his mouth. He moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body. Your fingers tightened in his hair, a gasp escaping your lips.

"Fuck, you taste good.” he murmured against your clit, his tongue lashing out again. The combination of his words and his actions made your head spin, your moans growing louder and more eager. He lapped at your clit more aggressively now.

His grip on your hips tightened, holding you firmly in place. "You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?" he murmured against your clit as he kept licking sloppily. Your hand in his head dug deeper, not letting him budge an inch. "A good girl who keeps her legs spread wide for me to taste." His words were filthy, his tone taunting.

Your pussy clenched at his words, his taunting making your insides coil with heat. "Oh, you like that, don’t you?" He pulled back just enough to speak, his cock twitching at your reaction. "When I talk dirty to you." His tongue flicked your clit, the tip grazing your clit just right.

You could barely manage a nod, your breath coming in harsh gasps. "Yes." you managed to squeak out, your grip on his hair tightening. He smirked against your clit, the smug smugness in his tone evident.

"You like it when I tell you how much I’ve been wanting to taste you all day, how I wanted to spend my lunch break with my head between your legs." His words sent a shiver down your spine, your head spinning with need. His tongue flicked your clit again, faster this time. "You like it when I talk about my thoughts about how I was going to get on my knees while you work, under your desk."

Your hips twitched, his words painting filthy scenarios in your head. "Yes." you panted, your need growing by the second. His mouth returned to your clit, his tongue licking you with more force. "Imagining you trying to stay quiet, trying to focus on work while I'm licking you out." He murmured, his words punctuated by flicks of his tongue.

Your grip on his head grew desperate, your legs trembling. "Oh god, please." you begged, your mind filled with nothing but the image he’d just painted. His tongue worked you harder.

His grip on your hips tightened, holding you in place as you arched your back. He moaned against your clit, the vibrations making your legs shake. "And then I’d take my time." He murmured, his breaths hot against your skin. His tongue flicked again, faster. "Take my time just like this."

Your moans were growing louder, your fingers practically yanking his hair. "Oh god, please." you panted again, your words a plea. His tongue flicked your clit once more, rougher.

"Begging for what, princess?" he murmured against your clit, his tone cocky. "Use your words." His tongue flattened against your clit, the pressure just enough to drive you insane. You moaned again, your mind fuzzy with need.

"You. I need you." you managed to gasp out, your hands pushing his head harder against your clit. He chuckled, his breath hot against your clit. "You want me to tongue-fuck you, don’t you?” His words were filthy, the roughness of his hands a contrast.

You nodded, desperate for any sort of relief. “Yes." you moaned. "Please." He hummed, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming sensation.

"Good girl." He murmured, before his mouth latched onto your clit again. This time, his tongue flicked and swirled around it, more aggressively. At the same time, his fingers found their way to your entrance, plunging in easily.

You moaned loudly, your hips bucking against his face. His fingers hooked inside you, pressing against your spot.

Your legs tightened around his face, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Oh my god, oh my god." you gasped. His fingers curled inside you, his tongue licking your clit faster. The combination was unbearable, the pleasure coiling in your stomach.

"Close." you panted, your voice needy. His fingers moved faster, his tongue working your clit relentlessly. His name fell from your lips like a mantra, your brain struggling to form coherent thoughts.

"God, I need to feel you come on my face." He moaned.

Your mind was a mess, the pleasure overwhelming. “Please, please, please." you begged, your body trembling on the edge. He groaned against your clit, his fingers twisting inside you. "Come for me, baby." He murmured against your clit. He sucked your clit with more force, his fingers moving faster. “Come right on my face.”

You moaned desperately, your hips grinding against his face. He moaned against your clit, his fingers pounding into you. The sight of you riding his hand was too much, his grip on your thighs tightening. “Oh please, please.” you pleaded, your voice broken. His fingers hit that spot inside you, again and again.

Your back arched, your head falling back as you moaned his name. "Come on, come on." he murmured, his fingers pumping you.

You moaned louder, your body trembling as your orgasm rocked through you. He moaned against your clit, his fingers working you through it. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place as you rode his face. "Fuck." he murmured, the roughness in his voice evident.

Your legs trembled around his head, your body twitching through the aftershocks. He sucked on your clit, prolonging your orgasm. Your fingers pulled on his hair, the intensity too much.

He moaned again, the feel of your fingers pulling his hair adding to his pleasure. He finally pulled away, his fingers still inside you.

His face was slick with your juices, his eyes dark as he looked up at you. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. He moaned at the taste, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You’re perfect." he murmured, his voice hoarse. He stood up. "You ready for my dick baby?"

You moaned at his words, your body still trembling from your orgasm. "Yes." you managed to say, your voice rasp.

He held your waist, lifting you up and turning you to face away from him. You were still dizzy from the sudden movement, your legs wobbly. He turned you around so you were facing the couch. You leaned forward automatically, your chest pressed against the cushions.

He spanked you once, the sound echoing in the room. "God, you look amazing like this." he murmured, his hands running down your back.

His hands roamed over your body, rough and possessive. His hands spread your cheeks apart, his thumb grazing over your entrance. "Fuck baby." he murmured, his thumb collecting your juices before bringing it to his mouth.

You moaned at the feeling, the roughness of his hands sending shivers down your spine. He positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock rubbing against your clit. He gave a small thrust, the angle just right. Your legs trembled, your body still sensitive.

He slapped your ass again, the sound loud. "So wet for me." he murmured, his cock throbbing against you. One hand moved up to your waist, holding you in place. His other hand wrapped around your neck, fingers gripping your chin and forcing you to look back to him.

Your neck was exposed, your body stretched out beneath him. "Mouth open." he murmured, his grip on your chin tightening. You complied, opening your mouth for him. He leaned down, his mouth hovering over yours and spat into your mouth. You moaned, the taste of him making you clench around air.

His fingers tightened around your neck. "Such a dirty girl." he murmured, his fingers squeezing your neck tighter. With one swift thrust.

You moaned, the sudden penetration taking you by surprise. He moaned louder, his grip tightening on your neck again as he began to slowly pull out before pushing back in roughly. "This is what you’ve been needing, right princess?" His words hung in the air as he snapped his hips again, setting a slow, steady pace. You moaned loudly, your body feeling too good to speak.

"I know.” He murmured. "Nothing feels better than getting your little pussy stuffed with my cock, does it?" He punctuated each word with a hard thrust. A steady rhythm began to build up.

His hands shifted to your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you. His hands dug into your hips, surely leaving finger shaped bruises. Your moans grew louder with each thrust, your brain lost in the feeling of him. He leaned down, his chest pressed against your back, his mouth by your ear. "Cock-drunk already?" he murmured.

His roughness was driving you crazy, your mind a mess. "Fuck.." you managed to gasp out, your pussy clenching around him at his words. His hands ran up the sides of your body, fingers grazing your skin possessively.

His hand moved to your face, his fingers pressing down on your jaw, his fingers squeezing your jaw so hard you moaned. He spat into your mouth again, the thick saliva landing on your tongue. You moaned again, your fingers tangled in the cushions beneath you.

He groaned as your pussy clenched around him, the way your body reacted to him never failing to drive him insane. He continued to pound into your, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. His hands moved back down to your hips, gripping you tightly as he picked up the speed, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

His fingers dug into your flesh, holding you in place as he slammed into you from behind. His breaths were ragged, his face buried in the back of your neck as he lost himself in you. "God, I’m getting close." he panted. "I’m going to fill this needy pussy up so good." he moaned.

You moaned at his words, the feeling of him hitting that deep spot with every thrust making you see stars. "Please." you moaned, your body burning with need. "Please, I need it." You could feel him twitching inside you, signaling how close he was. "Come inside me, please." you moaned again.

He growled at your plea, "Oh my god." he moaned against your neck. "You’re such a good girl, beg for my come." He moaned again, his pace not slowing down. "Tell me how much you’re aching for it, baby."

You moaned, your words a mess of need and desire. "I’m aching for it, please." you moaned, your body clenching around him. "Please come inside me." He moaned, your words pushing him closer to the edge. "You know exactly what you look like right now?" he panted. "On your hands. With your ass in the air and my-" The rest of his sentence was lost in a groan.

His hands moved back to your waist, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. He slammed into you one last time, hips snapping against your hard. "Oh god." he moaned, his body tense against yours as he came. "Oh god, oh god." His cock spasms inside you, filling you up.

The feeling of him filling you up sent you over the edge. "Oh god." you moaned, your body trembling beneath him. Your orgasm washed over you, waves of pleasure making your fingers cling onto the couch. Your body felt boneless as he slowly pulled out, his fingers grazing your hip.

"Good girl." he murmured, still panting. He placed a small kiss on your neck and stood up. You lay sprawled out on the couch, the feeling of his come dripping from your core. He looked down at you, his gaze lingering on your body.

He crouched down beside you, running his fingers through your hair. "Let me clean you." he murmured, his touch gentle.

You just hummed, too tired to form words. He went to the bathroom, coming back with a damp cloth. His hands were soft as he cleaned you up, taking his time.

He tossed the cloth into the hamper before sitting down beside you on the couch. He pulled you into his lap, his hands running up and down your side. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the roughness from before.

You snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and content. His hands continued to roam over your body, his touch almost tender. He placed a small kiss on top of your head. "But I have to go."

"Again?" you murmured. "Why don't you stay?"

He sighed, his hand pausing on your waist. "I can't." he said, his voice low. "You know it's not that simple."

You buried your face into his chest, trying to hide your disappointment. You'd hoped he would stay, at least just for awhile. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "I'm sorry." he murmured, his fingers tangling in your hair.

You sighed, the weight in your chest growing heavier. "I know." you murmured. "I just...I just wish it was different."

A beat of silence. He sighed again, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. "You deserve more than just this." He murmured, his voice softer than usual. His words hung in the air, heavy with an unspoken truth.

You didn't respond, feeling more vulnerable than ever. He pulled away, holding you at arm's length to look at you. His expression was indecipherable, his eyes scanning over your face.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but before he could, his phone buzzed, breaking the silence. He let out a low curse, his demeanor switching back to his usual unreadable self. He released you, standing up to grab his abandoned phone from his pants pocket.

You stood up as well, your body missing the warmth of his touch. He was already scrolling through his phone, his attention now focused on whatever message he'd received.

"I have to go." he said simply, his usual distant tone back in place. He started putting on his shirt, the fabric concealing his chest again.

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of emptiness, the abrupt switch in his demeanor jarring. "Oh." You managed to say, your voice small. He finished buttoning his shirt, his gaze still fixed on his phone.

Your eyes followed his movements as he bent down to retrieve his pants from the floor, his words hanging in the air. He slipped into his pants, his movements swift and efficient. He grabbed his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder.

He turned back to you, his expression unreadable. "I'll see you at office tomorrow." he said, his tone as if finalizing a business decision. You stood there, feeling small and vulnerable in the aftermath of... whatever this was. "Give me kiss baby, come on."

You stepped forward on instinct, your body moving on autopilot. He leaned down, kissing you briefly. His lips were cold on yours, the gesture lacking the emotion from before.

He pulled away, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair back from your face. "Goodnight." he said, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he turned and walked out. And just like that, he was gone, leaving you alone in the quiet apartment yet again.

time skip.

The next month was hellish. After that night, Jimin had become distant. He returned to his usual cold persona, barely sparing you a glance in the office. It was as if nothing had happened between you.

It drove you crazy.

You would catch him observing you from afar, his gaze intense yet unreadable. Occasionally, he would call you into his office under the pretense of discussing work related matters.

Each time, you would feel the crackling tension in the air, the memory of that night hanging heavy between you. When you entered the room, he would be sitting at his desk, his face an unreadable mask. He would gesture for you to sit, his gaze never leaving yours. You would take your seat, trying to ignore the nerves bubbling up inside you.

He would start by asking you questions about a project or a presentation, his tone business-like. But you could see the way his fingers tensed, the way his jaw clenched. You would respond calmly, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach.

And when the work talk would inevitably be finished, there would be a moment of silence.

"We have a big meeting with Samsung tomorrow at 1 p.m. They’re inviting you to their office." you murmured and stand up

He nodded, his expression unreadable. "I know." His response was short, his voice betraying no emotion. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze still on you. "You’ll need to get the documents ready."

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady. "Already done." You replied, trying to hide the way his proximity was affecting you. He let out a low hum, his eyes scanning over you again.

You knew he was intentionally not dismissing you. He stared at you, the tension in the room thick. You were hyper-aware of his every move, the way his fingers drummed against the armrest of his chair, the way his eyes lingered on your legs. Your heart raced, butterflies in your stomach.

“You can go.” he said eventually, his voice quiet. A silent dismisses. You nodded, standing up on shaky legs.

You tried to move past him but stumbled, catching yourself on his desk. He was instantly out of his chair, his hand gripping your waist, steading you. The unexpected touch set your skin on fire. He held you there for a moment, too close, too intimate. His grip was firm, his eyes searching yours.

“Careful.” his voice was a gruff whisper.

The proximity and the roughness of his grip sent shivers down your spine. You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. "You okay?" he murmured, his eyes lingering on your face. You could only manage a nod, your voice stuck in your throat. He was so close you could feel his breath on your face.

After a beat of silence, he let go, stepping back. But the tension in the room hadn’t dissipated. The distance suddenly felt too far away. You straightened up, clearing your throat. "I’m fine, thanks."

He nodded, his expression unreadable again. "Good." he said simply.

There was a pause, the silence heavy. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he held his tongue. You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, trying to find your voice.

Finally, you spoke up. "Is there anything else, sir?" you asked, your voice small.

He looked at you for a moment, the intensity in his gaze making you squirm. His eyes flicked down to your hand, still gripping the hem of your skirt. "No." he said finally, a low, gruff sound.

You took it as your cue to leave. You turned to go, feeling his eyes on you even after you reached the door. Your fingers were on the doorknob when he spoke up again. "Actually, there is something." His voice was authoritative, commanding your attention.

You froze, your hand still on the doorknob. You turned back to face him, trying to keep your expression neutral. "Yes, sir?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

He took a step closer to you, his movements measured and deliberate. The distance between you was electric. "I miss you."

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart skipping a beat. You hadn’t expected him to say that, much less admit it so bluntly. You swallowed heavily, trying to find your voice. "You...miss me?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He took another step closer, his eyes locked onto yours. He was standing over you now, his presence overwhelming. "I do." he murmured, his voice laced with something you couldn’t quite place. You could smell his cologne, the familiar scent making your head spin. "I miss you so much it’s driving me crazy." His hand came up to your cheek, his fingertips grazing your skin. You shivered under his touch.

His thumb traced over your bottom lip, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I’ve been trying to stay away." he murmured, his thumb still tracing your lip. "But I can’t stop thinking about you."

You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, his proximity intoxicating. "You’re the one who’s been avoiding me." you murmured, your voice betraying your emotions. He scoffed, his hand moving to the back of your neck.

"Yeah." he admitted, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Because when I’m around you, all I can think about is how good you feel. How much I want you."

His fingers lightly dug into your scalp, making you gasp. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" His other hand was still on your cheek, his thumb now pressing against your bottom lip. "I tried to ignore you, ignore my feelings. "

You could feel yourself losing control, his words and touch breaking down your defenses. "Why did you try to ignore me?" you asked, your voice a little breathless. His fingers tightened in your hair, pulling your head back. He bent down, his mouth near your ear.

He murmured, his breath hot on your ear. "Because I don’t do relationships." His mouth moved down to your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin. "But I can’t resist you."

You shivered at his touch, the feeling of his lips on your skin making your knees weak. His hands moved down to your waist, his grip bruising. "I’ve tried, god, I’ve tried." His mouth moved lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

You moaned, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders. His hands moved down to your thighs, lifting you up like you weighed nothing. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands knotting in his hair.

He carried you over to the desk, sitting you down on the edge. "It's not just about sex—I want you. I want to be with you."

He leaned down, his hands on either side of you, trapping you in place. "But I'm not good at this, baby." he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I don’t know if I can give you what you deserve."

You looked up at him, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice. You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. "You won’t know until you try." you said softly, your thumb grazing over his sharp jawline. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch.

He rested his forehead against yours, his hands wrapping around your wrists. "God, you’re making this hard." he murmured, his voice rough. "You’re making me feel things I haven’t felt in years."

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a rush of pride at his words. "I’m glad." you said softly, your fingers running through his hair.

He opened his eyes, gazing down at you, his expression softer than you’ve ever seen. "You deserve better." he said huskily, his hands wrapping around your thighs. "You deserve someone who's not damaged, someone who can give you the world."

You shook your head, your hands framing his face. "I don’t want someone else. I want you."

His grip on your thighs tightened, his eyes darkening. "You don’t know what you’re getting into." he murmured, his fingers digging into your flesh. "I’m not good at relationships, at feelings."

You slid your hands down his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath his shirt. "Do you want me too?" you asked softly, your fingers tracing the lines of his abdomen. He let out a low groan, his hands moving to your hips.

He held you firmly, his gaze holding yours. "More than anything." he said hoarsely, his fingers gripping your hips. "But I don’t know how to do this."

You wound your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. "We’ll figure it out together." you murmured, your hands tangling in his hair.

You could feel the tension in his body, the struggle he was going through. Your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, trying to soothe him.

After a moment, he took a deep breath, his hands loosening their grip on your hips. "Okay." he said finally, his voice softer. "We’ll try."

A soft smile tugged at your lips, relief flooding through you. "Good." you said, your fingers still playing with his hair.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours again. "But please, don’t expect too much." he murmured, his hands gently stroking your thighs. "I’m still learning."

You chuckled softly, your thumb brushing against his jaw. "I won’t." you assured him, your hands resting on his shoulders. “I only expect you to try your best.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your thigh. "I can do that." he murmured, his grip on your thigh tightening slightly. "But don’t expect me to be perfect."

You couldn’t help but grin, his confession making your heart flutter. "I wouldn’t dream of it." you said, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Just promise me one thing."

He lifted his head to look at you, a curious glint in his eyes. "What?" he asked, his fingers still drawing patterns on your thigh. You took a deep breath, your fingers gently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Promise me you won’t shut down on me." you said earnestly, your eyes searching his. "Promise me you’ll tell me when something’s wrong, or if I’m pushing too hard."

His expression softened, his fingers squeezing your thigh softly. "I promise." he murmured, his voice softer than silk. "I’ll try my best to communicate with you, no promises on the shutting down part though."

You let out a small laugh, your fingers threading through his hair. "I’ll take what I can get." you said, your voice teasing.

His hands gripped your hips again, an unspoken question in his eyes.

You could tell he was still struggling, his hands hesitating on your hips. "I can already tell this won’t be easy." he murmured, his voice low.

You ran your fingers through his hair again, offering him a small smile. "Nothing in life worth having is easy." you replied, your hands still gently playing with his hair. "Just take it one day at a time."

He let out a breath, his fingers digging into your hips again. "One day at a time." he repeated, his tone tinged with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

You could feel the tension in his body, the weight of the decision he’d just made weighing on him. You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Just relax." you murmured, your hands resting on his shoulders. "We’ll figure it out, together."

He let out a shaky exhale, his hands twitching on your hips. "Together." he managed to say, his tone softer than before. His fingers flexed on your thighs, his grip on you a little too tight.

You continued to run your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe his nervousness. "That’s right." you murmured, your hands soothingly grazing his shoulders. "No pressure, no expectations. Just us, trying our best."

His hands slowly relaxed their grip on your thighs, his fingers gently stroking your flesh. "No expectations." he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours again, his eyes closed.

You let the moment stretch, giving him space to process his emotions. Your hands continued to roam over him, from his shoulders to his chest, until his breathing finally evened out.

After several minutes, he finally looked up at you again, his gaze still somewhat guarded but softer. "Thank you." he said quietly, his hands finally releasing their grip on your hips. He ran a hand through his hair.

You gave him a gentle smile, your hands lingering on his shoulders. "You’re welcome." you replied, your fingers grazing the nape of his neck. "I’m here, whenever you need."

His hands moved to your waist, holding you firmly in place. "I’ll keep that in mind." he murmured.

You chuckled softly, your fingers still playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. "You better." you teased, trying to lighten the mood. "Fuck, I have meeting with PR team. I have to go."

He groaned, his hands gripping your waist. "Already?" he murmured, not wanting to let you go. "Can’t you cancel?"

You laughed softly, your hands stilling in his hair. "I wish I could, but it’s important." you replied, your fingers tangling in his hair one final time. "I should have left already, actually.”

He let out a low curse, his hands still holding onto your waist. "God, why do you have to be so responsible?" he murmured, his thumb grazing the skin peeking through your buttoned shirt.

You chuckled again, pushing away from him slightly. "Someone has to be." you said as you slid off the desk, landing on your feet. "Otherwise you'd work yourself into an early grave."

He groaned again, his hands reluctantly releasing your waist. "That’s true." he muttered, his gaze scanning you up and down.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you, his expression unreadable. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the heat spreading through your chest. "Well, I should get going." you said, taking a step back.

He stood up, his hands reaching out to stop you. "Not so fast." he murmured, his hands stilling your movements. He took a step forward, closing the distance between you again. "You’re not leaving without a proper goodbye."

You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat at his close proximity. "And what would a proper goodbye entail?" you asked, your voice betraying your nervousness.

His hands rested on your hips again, his fingers spreading out possessively. "This." he murmured before he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss.

time skip.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into a month, your relationship with Park Jimin had slowly but surely started to grow and bloom. The once distant and cold CEO had gradually begun to open up to you, showing glimpses of his softer side that only you were privileged to see. You had become a constant presence in his life.

Between lunches in his office, evenings at fancy restaurants, and stolen kisses in his private parking lot, your bond with him had grown strong and unbreakable. The man who once kept you at arm's length was now willingly letting you into his world, allowing you to see sides of him no one else had ever seen.

He was still his usual stoic self during work hours, but behind closed doors, he was a different person altogether. He would whisper sweet words and shower you with gentle touches, his roughness replaced by a softer, more vulnerable side. His hands and mouth would roam over every inch of your body, leaving soft marks that would last days.

Your days were filled with stolen glances and lingering touches in the office, and your nights were spent wrapped up in his arms. He had invited you into his life, both personally and professionally, and was showing that he wanted you in it, for the long haul.

But most importantly, he was trying. He was trying to be the man you deserved, the man you needed. The man who would make you laugh, who would listen to your worries, who would support you through every obstacle in your life. He was trying to be better, for you.

As time went on, a new routine had been established between the two of you. You spent most nights at his penthouse, your toothbrush next to his in the bathroom, your clothes folded in his closet, his scent seeping into your skin and your clothes. You were becoming a permanent fixture in his life, and he was making it clear that he wanted you to stay.

The once empty spaces in his apartment were slowly being filled with traces of you. Pictures of the two of you were now hung up in his living room, the frames filled with memories of happy moments shared together. The air had grown heavy with a mix of your scents, a constant reminder that you were now a permanent part of his life.

The small details had become significant. His bedsheets now smelled faintly of your perfume, the lingering scent a reminder of your presence even when you weren't there. And every morning, he would watch you get ready in his bathroom, an unspoken ritual that had become a part of his daily routine.

It was during these quiet moments that he could truly observe you, taking in every little detail. He would watch as you brushed your teeth, brushed your hair, and applied makeup, his gaze lingering on the contours of your face, the curve of your hips, the shape of your lips. He would watch you struggle to put on your clothes, cursing under your breath, and couldn't help but find it adorable.

Tonight was special. He had something planned for the two of you, something he wanted to try. His penthouse was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting shadows on the walls. Soft music played from his speakers, setting the mood for the evening.

He was dressed in a crisp suit, his hair styled back, exuding an air of sophistication. He was standing in the living room, a glass of wine in hand, waiting for you to arrive. A small, but noticeable, smile tugged at his lips.

He took a sip of his wine, his fingers tapping a steady rhythm against the glass. He was uncharacteristically nervous, the anticipation building up inside him. He heard the sound of the elevator opening and his heart raced, his anticipation reaching a new height. He didn't move, however, his body still as a rock, his eyes fixed on the spot where you were about to appear.

And then you stepped into the penthouse, and his breath caught in his throat. You were the very definition of beauty, dressed in a elegant dress, that hugged your curves in all the right places. Your hair was styled in soft waves, framing your face perfectly. Your makeup was simple yet enhanced your natural beauty, your lips a soft shade of red.

His eyes devoured you, drinking you in. His heart raced, his fingers tightening around the glass in his hand.

His eyes followed you as you looked around the penthouse, taking in the dim lighting and the candles scattered around the room. He could tell när the realization of the setting finally hit you. Your eyes widened slightly and you stopped in your tracks, your eyes locking with his. He could see the surprise in your expression, probably wondering what he had planned.

He couldn't help but admire how stunning you looked right now, wearing the dress he had secretly bought for you.

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Hello baby," he said, his tone betraying nothing. He set down his glass on the coffee table, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. His eyes were still locked on you, his gaze intense.

"What is all this?" you asked, your voice small.

He took a step towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. "I wanted to do something special for you tonight." he said, his voice low but sure. He stopped in front of you, his hands instinctively finding your waist. His fingers brushed against the fabric of your dress, feeling the soft fabric under his fingertips. "Do you like it?" he murmured, his hands still running up and down your sides.

You nodded, your words caught in your throat. "It's beautiful." you managed to say, your fingers running over his shoulders. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer.

"You're beautiful." he murmured, his eyes scanning your face. Your fingers absentmindedly played with his hair, the soft strands slipping through your fingers.

Your eyes locked with his, the tension between the two of you palpable. His hands moved up to the small of your back, his fingers tracing patterns on the exposed skin there. "I have something for you." he murmured, his hands still lingering on your skin. Your fingers stilled in his hair.

"You do?" you asked, your voice curious yet cautious. He let out a low chuckle, enjoying the uncertainty in your tone.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, your breath catching in your chest. He held the box up for you to see, his eyes never leaving yours. "Open it." he whispered, his fingers still dancing across your skin.

Your hands trembled slightly as you took the box from him, your fingers fumbling with the lid. The velvet lining of the box sent goosebumps rippling up your arms, your nerves on fire. Your fingers finally managed to open the box, revealing the contents inside.

A necklace. A beautiful diamond necklace, the stones arranged in a delicate pattern. Your fingers brushed over the cold stones, your heart pounding in your chest. It was beautiful, sparkling under the soft lighting of the penthouse.

He watched your reaction intensely, his eyes never leaving your face. He could see the surprise and awe in your expression, the way your fingers trembled as they touched the diamonds. "You like it?" he asked quietly, his hands still resting on your waist. You simply nodded, too stunned to speak.

His fingers moved to your neck, his touch gentle as he brushed your hair aside. "Turn around." he murmured, his fingers grazing your skin.

You obeyed his command, turning around so that your back was facing him. You felt his hands on your neck, the heat of his fingers on your skin sending shivers down your spine. He brushed your hair away from your neck, exposing your bare skin.

He positioned the necklace around your neck, his hands lingering on your skin as he fastened the clasp. His fingers traced the contours of your neck, the diamonds cool against your skin.

His hands lingered on your neck for a moment, his fingers trailing over the necklace. "Perfect." he murmured, his hands still on your neck. He slowly spun you around to face him, his eyes scanning your face. Your fingers came up to touch the diamonds, still unable to believe the beauty of the jewelry.

He watched you, his eyes taking in every detail of your reaction. "You look so pretty in diamonds." he murmured, his voice low and raspy. He moved his hands to your waist, pulling you closer.

Your face was flushed from his closeness, the heat from his body against yours almost too much to handle. His hands on your waist sent sparks shooting through your body, his fingers digging into your hips. You could feel his eyes on you, his intense gaze making your heart race.

"You bought this for me?" you managed to say, your voice a whisper. His fingers traced small circles on your hip bones, sending shivers down your spine.

His fingers dug into your hips a little harder as he kept you close to him. "Mhm." he murmured, his eyes still locked on yours. His fingers moved to your lower back, pulling your pelvis flush against his. "I wanted to spoil you." he murmured, his breath hot on your neck.

His hands roamed over your body, his fingers grazing your bare skin. The air was thick with tension, the silence between you so loud it was almost deafening. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his shirt. You could feel the heat emanating from his body, the electricity between you electrifying.

You couldn't help but press yourself against him, your body yearning for his touch. "You didn't have to do this." you murmured, your voice heavy with desire.

He inhaled sharply through his nose, his grip on your hips tightening. "I know." he murmured, his fingers digging into your flesh. "But I wanted to." His hands moved up your back, reaching for the zipper on your dress. His fingers brushed against your skin as he undid the zipper, the cool air hitting your skin as the dress fell open.

He took a step back to admire the sight before him, his eyes raking over your body. The diamond necklace hung low on your chest, the sparkles catching the light of the candles. Your dress hung open, revealing your underwear. His eyes roamed over your exposed skin, taking in every curve and line.

His hands moved back to your waist, pulling you flush against him again. "God, you're gorgeous." he murmured, his voice rough and husky.

His hands moved down to your thighs, lifting you up off the floor. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, your hands locking behind his neck. He walked you two to bedroom.

His hands held you up with ease, his fingers digging into your thighs. The muscles in his arms strained from the weight, the strength he possessed evident in the way he carried you. He kicked the bedroom door open, the sound echoing in the room.

Inside the room, the lighting was soft and dim, the moonlight streaming in through the curtains, casting shadows on the walls.

He walked over to the bed, setting you down on the edge, his hands still on your thighs. You sat on the edge of the bed, your legs dangling over the edge. He stood in between your legs, his hands still on your knees. His hands slowly pushed your legs open, spreading them wider.

You let out a small gasp as he stood between your legs, your hands gripping the edge of the bed. His hands ran up your inner thighs, his fingers grazing your skin. His eyes were fixed on you, his expression unreadable. He leaned down, his mouth trailing wet kisses up your inner thigh.

Your breath caught in your throat as his lips pressed against your sensitive skin, your legs trembling slightly from the sensation. His hands moved further up your thighs, pushing your dress up until it bunched around your waist.

He pulled away, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear. He pulled them down in one swift motion, tossing them to the side. His hands returned to your inner thighs, spreading your legs wider.

He settled between your legs, his hands now resting on your hips. His fingers dug into your flesh, his grip vice-like. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on yours. You could feel his breath against your core, the anticipation making your heart race.

He maintained eye contact as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste you. Your hands flew to his hair, your fingers burying in the soft strands. He moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending shivers through your body.

His hands moved from your hips to your inner thighs, spreading you open wider for him. He swiped his tongue up your slit, gathering your juices on his tongue. He moaned again, the sound muffled by your pussy.

You groaned, your fingers tightening in his hair. "God, yes." you murmured, your hips involuntarily bucking against his face. He placed a hand on your pelvis, stilling your movements.

He moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you, one of his hands leaving your thigh to unbuckle his pants. He could feel your fingers still tight in his hair, your grip tightening even more as his tongue worked on your clit.

He moaned again, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his cock. He was already hard, and he gave himself a few strokes.

"Jesus, you're so hard." you moaned, watching him stroke himself with hooded eyes. He groaned against your clit.

He looked up at you through his eyelashes, his eyes dark and hooded. He continued to suck and lick your clit without missing a beat, his hand working his own cock faster.

You could feel his hand speeding up, the sound of his hand slapping against his skin filling the room. "H-hard not to be, when you’re making such lovely sounds." he murmured, his words muffled by your pussy.

You moaned again, your legs trembling from the pleasure. "F-fuck." you panted, your fingers still in his hair. "Look at me."

He moaned in response, the vibrations vibrating through your clit. He picked up the pace, his hand working himself faster.

You leaned your head back, closing your eyes as the pleasure built up inside you. "Look, at me." you repeated, your voice more forceful this time. He stopped moving, looking up at you with lidded eyes.

You moaned again, the sight of him obeying you turning you on even more. "Faster." you commanded, your tone firmer. He moaned against your clit again before he obeyed you, moving his hand faster and licking you faster.

"Good boy." you moaned, rewarding him for doing as he was told. He moaned against you, the praise going straight to his ego, and his hand sped up even more. You were right on the edge, your hands pulling at his hair rougher.

"I'm- I'm so close." you moaned, arching your back. He moaned again, picking up the pace even more, his fingers digging into your skin. You were getting so close, the sound of his hand working himself, the feeling of his mouth on your clit, and the sight of him obeying your commands getting too much for you. "Don't stop." you moaned.

His mouth and hand didn't stop, instead working you faster. He was still looking at you, his eyes full of lust and need. "Come for me." he murmured against your clit, his voice rough and raspy. His tongue moved faster against your clit, his fingers gripping your thigh tighter.

You could barely keep your eyes open, your breathing labored. "Oh, God." you moaned, your body tensing, your legs shaking. "I'm coming."

His hand didn't stop, his tongue doing exactly what you wanted. He moaned against your clit, the vibration pushing you over the edge. You came with a scream.

Your head fell back, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. You let go of his hair, your hands grabbing onto the sheets instead, trying to ground yourself. He didn't stop, prolonging your high for as long as possible. "Stop, stop, stop." you moaned, becoming oversensitive. Finally, he pulled away from you, a smug smirk on his face.

He climbed off the bed and stood up, looking down at you on the edge of the bed. You were still trying to catch your breath, your legs still shaking. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes scanning your body.

"Jesus." you panted, running a hand through your own hair. He chuckled, his eyes roaming over your exposed body.

"You okay baby?" he said, reaching down to unbutton his shirt.

Your eyes followed his movements, watching him undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing his muscular chest.

"Yeah, just um...give me a sec." you said, still trying to collect yourself. He took off his shirt, his abs flexing as he moved. The sight of his bare torso made your heart race again, the tension between you still palpable.

You couldn't help but let your eyes roam over his body. "You're gorgeous." you murmured, reaching out to run your hands over his abs. "Can you lay down for me, sir?"

He gave a small smirk, amused by your command. "Sir now, huh?" he said, moving onto the bed and laying down. He leaned back against the pillows, his arms resting behind his head. "You haven't said that in a long time."

You straddled him, one hand on his abs and the other planted next to his head. "Just felt appropriate for the occasion." you murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his jaw. You continued trailing kisses down his neck, your hand running down his chest until it reached his pants. "Take it out baby." you murmured. "Come on."

You undid his pants, freeing him from the constraints of his clothing. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, your hand wrapping around his base.

"Look at me." you murmured, echoing his words from earlier.

He let out a small curse under his breath, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. His eyes locked with yours, his jaw clenching. “Y-yeah?" he stuttered out.

You smirked, your grip sliding up and down his hard cock. "Sir," you murmured, keeping eye contact as you started to slowly pump him. His chest rose and fell quicker as you increased the pace of your hand. "You like this, sir?" you asked.

"God, yes." he moaned, his hips bucking up into your hand. He closed his eyes for a moment, his hands still clenched in the sheets. Then he opened his eyes again, his gaze intense.

"Uh-uh not moving." you murmured.

He let out a groan, his head falling back against the pillows. "I don't take orders." he growled, his eyes dark. He tried to sit up, but you applied pressure on his chest, keeping him flat against the bed.

"That's where you're wrong." you murmured, lowering yourself onto him until he was inside you. You moaned as you lowered yourself down, his hands coming up to grip your hips. He moaned, his nails digging into your skin. "Jesus, baby." he growled.

"You feel so good." he moaned, his hands bruising your hips. "Good enough to earn back my good boy title?" he murmured, looking up at you through his lashes.

You moaned, grinding down onto him. "You're always a good boy," you panted out.

He let out a low groan, his hands moving to your ass. "That's right, baby." he said, his fingers digging into your skin. "Take what you need."

You moaned, your hands on his chest. "You're so hot when you obey." you murmured, starting to lift yourself up and down on him. He groaned, his hands guiding your movements, helping you move faster and faster.

"I'll always obey you, baby." he groaned out, his hands on your hips and ass. He tried to sit up again, but you pressed him back down. "Stay down." you commanded.

He let out a low growl but obeyed, his hands gripping your thighs. "You're in control now?" he asked, his tone a mix of annoyance and arousal.

You moaned, your hands on his chest for balance. "Oh, I am." you murmured, picking up the pace.

He moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. "Oh yeah?" he grunted out, his head falling back again. "You think so?"

You moaned, picking up the pace even more. "Yeah, baby." you panted out, grinding down on top of him. He cursed, his hands still on your thighs.

He groaned, his hands still on your thighs, his grip bruising. "Damn, you're so hot when you're dominant." he panted out, his eyes raking over your body.

You moaned, feeling a surge of power surge through you. "You like it when I take control?" you murmured, your hands still flat on his chest. "You like being bossed around by me, baby?" He moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs again. "Yeah, I do." he growled out, his eyes locked on yours

You moaned, loving the effect you had on him. "Fuck." you murmured, picking up the pace. He moaned again, this time louder, his hands moving to your ass again and spanked.

"That's what I thought." you murmured, a smug smirk on your face. You started riding him harder and faster, the sounds of your moans and his grunts filling the room. He groaned, his hand moving up to your hair and tugged on them. "Can I take over now?" he asked, his voice strained.

You moaned, his hands on your hair adding to the pleasure. You nodded, unable to speak. "Yeah, take over, sir." you moaned out, still riding him.

He groaned, his hands on your hips. "Finally." he murmured, flipping the two of you over so suddenly that you barely had time to register what was happening. His hands were back on your hips, holding you in place as he thrust into you hard and fast.

You moaned loudly, your hands on his biceps. “Oh, f-fuck.” you moaned, your fingernails digging into his skin. He moaned, the sound of your cries driving him crazy.

"You're so loud." he grunted, his hands tightening on your hips. "Everyone can hear you." He leaned down, his lips grazing your ear. "Everyone can hear how well I'm making you feel." he murmured.

You moaned, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "And they'll know I made you feel the same." you moaned, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. He groaned, his fingers digging into your hips again. "Damn right." he panted out, his thrusts getting even faster.

You moaned, your hands still locked around his neck. "You're not being quiet either, baby." you murmured, digging your nails into his back. He groaned, his hands still on your hips. "I don't care." he growled out.

You moaned, your legs wrapping around his waist. "Neither do I." you moaned, pulling him closer.

He moaned, his hands moving to your thighs, spreading them wider. "Good." he growled out, his pace picking up. "Let them hear us."

You moaned, your hands still on his neck. "They'll definitely hear us." you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair. He groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. "They'll be jealous." he growled out, his thrusts getting even deeper.

You moaned, your nails digging into his back. "Of you or me?" you moaned, arching your back. He chuckled, his hands still on your thighs. "Both." he said.

You moaned, your hands on his neck again. "Good." you murmured, pulling him closer. He moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. "Damn right." he growled. "Now, shut up and let me focus."

You moaned, your eyes locked with his. "Yes, sir," you moaned, falling silent. He groaned, his hands moving to your hips. "That's better," he growled, his thrusts getting even harder.

You moaned, his hands on your hips guiding your movements. "F-fuck." you panted, arching your back. He grunted, his fingers digging into your thighs, his pace picking up.

You moaned, your hands on his back for leverage. "Don't stop." you moaned, holding him tightly. He groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. "Please, don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh my god. Keep fucking me."

You moaned, your moans getting louder by the second. "God, harder." you moaned, your nails digging into his back harder. He groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs, his pace getting even faster. "Anything for you." he growled.

You moaned, reaching down to grab his ass. "Come on, baby" you moaned, squeezing his ass. This seemed to set him off, and he started to pound into you, hard and fast. "You want me to come?" he grunted out, his grip on your thighs getting even tighter.

You moaned, your nails digging into his ass. "Yes, please, god please." you moaned, urging him to go even rougher. He grunted, his fingers digging into your thighs, his grip on you getting bruising. "You want it hard, baby?" he growled.

You moaned, your body burning with desire. "Yes, sir, I want it as hard as you can give it to me." you moaned, your hands still on his ass. He groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs. "You're going to regret saying that." he growled, picking up the pace and pounding into you even harder.

You moaned, your breaths coming out in short pants. "Oh god, yes. I want it." you moaned, your nails digging into his ass. He moaned, his hands going from your legs to your arms, pinning them above your head.

You moaned, your arms pinned above your head, completely at his mercy. "Oh…oh God." you panted out, your nails digging into the sheets. He grunted, his fingers keeping your arms pinned up as he continued to pound into you. "I am coming." he growled out.

You moaned, your body shaking from the pleasure. "There you go baby, there you go baby." you moaned, your legs trembling. He grunted, his fingers digging into your arms as he chased his release.

You moaned, tears running down your cheeks from the intense sensation. "Oh god, yes, yes, yes." you panted, your body rocking against his. He grunted, his hips stuttering as he pounded into you, your hips meeting his in a desperate rhythm. Then you felt it, his fingers digging into your arms for one last hard thrust, and he threw his head back.

You moaned, feeling him pulsing inside of you. "Oh my god." you panted out, your body completely spent. He groaned, his grip on your arms slacking as he collapsed onto you, his body heavy on top of yours. Both of you struggled to catch your breath, the room quiet except for the sound of your heavy breathing.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke, his voice rough. "I think I need to invest in thicker walls." he mumbled, still laying on top of you. You couldn’t help but laugh, your hands coming up to run through his hair. "Definitely." you murmured, feeling content and satisfied.

He groaned, his cheek pressed against your chest. "I think we're officially 'those' neighbors now." he mumbled, his hands coming up to rest on your sides. You chuckled again, your fingers still running through his hair. "Yeah, I think we can say goodbye to being decent neighbors."

He grunted, his hands absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin. "Worth it." he murmured, his breath hot on your skin. You hummed in agreement, enjoying the feel of his fingers on your skin. After a few more minutes, he finally lifted his head, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you. "You okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort.

You smiled, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from his forehead. "I'm better than okay." you murmured, feeling completely at ease with him. He let out a breath, his facial features relaxing visibly.

He let out a small chuckle, his fingers still tracing patterns on you abdomen. "Good." he murmured, sounding relieved. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin.

You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of his lips on your forehead. "That was amazing." you murmured, your hands coming up to rest on his chest. He hummed in agreement, his hands moving to your hips. "It really was." he murmured, his thumbs pressing into your hips. He leaned down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, it was a slow and sweet kiss, completely contrasting to the roughness from just moments prior.

You melted into the kiss, your hands sliding up his neck to cup his jaw. He deepened the kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss turned more passionate, their tongues dancing together, his hand sliding up to grip your hair. You moaned again, his hand on your hip pulling you closer to him. Finally, he pulled away, breaking the kiss with a gasp. "I love you." he murmured.

You felt a wave of warmth wash over you at his words. "I love you too." you murmured, your fingers playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

time skip.

As the three months passed by, Jimin and the narrator's relationship blossomed, and they had moved in together in his penthouse apartment. Their love for each other deepened, and they had made the most of their time together. They spent countless nights cooking together, exploring each other's bodies, and engaging in passionate intimacy.

Now, on a typical weekday morning, Jimin was in the shower, getting ready for work. The steam filled the bathroom, and the sound of the water running could be heard. Suddenly, a knock on the bathroom door interrupted the silence. "Jimin?" your voice called out from the other side. He turned off the water and called. "Yes baby?"

"Can you come out here for a second?" you asked, your tone a mix of seriousness and nervousness. He furrowed his brows, feeling a sense of concern. He quickly toweled off and wrapped a robe around himself. "Is everything okay?" he asked as he opened the bathroom door.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your body slightly hunched over, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your skirt. Jimin walked towards you, sitting down beside you. He reached out and placed a hand on your knee. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "I um...I need to tell you something." you muttered, avoiding eye contact. Jimin's hand on your knee gave a comforting squeeze. "You can tell me anything." he reassured, his voice soft yet filled with worry.

You fidgeted with your skirt again, your fingers twisting the fabric nervously. "It's just...I've been feeling a bit off lately. I've been feeling nauseous and...my period is late." you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. Jimin's eyes widened, his hand still on your knee.

"Late? As in...your period is late?" he asked, his mind racing with the implications. You nodded, still looking down at the ground. Jimin's grip on your knee grew tighter. "How late?" he asked, his voice tinged with anxiety.

You swallowed hard. "Almost two weeks." you murmured. Jimin was silent for a moment, his fingers digging into your knee. Then he spoke, his voice low and serious.

"Have you taken a test?" he asked, his voice betraying his inner turmoil. "No..." you admitted, still refusing to meet his gaze. Jimin cursed under his breath. "You need to take one." he said sternly, his grip on your knee tightening.. “Did you take a test?" he asked, his eyes locked on yours. You shook your head.

"No...not yet." you replied, feeling the weight of his gaze. Jimin's grip on your knee finally relaxed, but the tension in the room still hung heavy. "You need to take one." he said, his tone firm. "Right now." He stood up, leaving your side and walking over to the bathroom.

"Can you calm down?"you asked. "We don't have any tests at home."

"What do you mean you don't have any?" he asked, his voice sharp as he rummaged through the bathroom cabinet. "I explicitly told you to keep some in the house." he said, his tone accusatory.

You frowned. "I must've forgotten." you mumbled. His movements grew more frantic, his frustration evident. "You forgot?" he repeated, turning to face you. "This is not a toothpaste you accidentally forget to buy! This is serious, and you 'forgot'?"

"Hey- calm down." you said, standing up from the bed. "Accidents happen, Jimin." you tried to reason with him, but his anger seemed to simmer even more. "This is not a freaking toothpaste!" he raised his voice, his frustration overflowing. He slammed the bathroom cabinet shut, the sound echoing in the room.

"I know, but-" you started, but he cut you off. “No. There is no 'but'." he interjected, “You were supposed to be careful.” His fingers ran through his hair, his agitation clear. “How could you be so irresponsible?” he asked, his eyes fixed on your still seated form.

Your frown deepened, defensiveness creeping into your tone. "It takes two to make a baby." you reminded him. "You were there too." His jaw clenched. "Don’t put this on me." he snapped back at you.

"What the hell? You're acting like it's only my responsibility." you snapped back, growing agitated with his reaction. He scoffed. "You're the one who was supposed to take care of the damn birth control." He gestured with his hands, visibly agitated.

"It's not just on me! And you were completely aware of it all." you shot back, feeling the weight of his accusation. Jimin's jaw clenched even tighter, his voice becoming even more agitated. "I thought we were being careful!" he said, his hands clenching into fists. "I never thought you'd forget something so crucial!"

"Forgive me for being human and making mistakes!" you retorted, your own frustration mounting. "Fuck this, I am going now. I am going to stay with Hoseok."

"No." he said firmly, stepping closer to you. "We need to talk about this." he asserted, his eyes holding a firm gaze.

You stood up, determination evident on your face. "You're acting like a dick, Jimin." you hissed, gathering some clothes from a nearby cabinet. "I am not going to stand here and listen to your lectures."

He stepped closer to you, closing the gap between you. His hands gripped your wrists, stopping you from leaving. "You're not going anywhere until we talk this out." he stated firmly, his grip tightening on your wrists. "You seriously want to have a child?" you asked, still fuming. His grip didn't loosen.

He sighed, his voice softening a bit. "No." he admitted.

"You don't?" you questioned, a hint of incredulity in your voice. Jimin shook his head. "No." he repeated, his grip on your wrists relaxing slightly. "No." he said once more, his tone softer this time.

You stared at him for a few moments, the tension in the air lessening slightly. "You're sure?" you asked, still skeptical. He let out a deep sigh. "Yes, I'm sure." he murmured, finally releasing your wrists. "I wouldn't make a good father." his tone was laced with a hint of vulnerability.

You let out a sigh too, your frustration mixing with a tinge of sadness. "Why…?" you asked, the question more about his perspective than the current situation. His eyes met yours, a mix of vulnerability and honesty in his expression. "My parents weren't the best." he murmured, his gaze turning distant. "I don't want to repeat their mistakes."

The weight of his confession hung heavily in the air. You took a deep breath before asking another question. "So, if a pregnancy test were to come back positive..." you left the question open-ended, giving him the space to respond.

His gaze met yours again, a mix of emotions in his eyes. "I don't know." he admitted, his voice softer. "I honestly don't know." he repeated. You felt his vulnerability, sensing the depth of his uncertainty.

A mix of emotions welled up inside you. "Okay..." you simply murmured, not knowing what else to say. Jimin took another deep breath, his voice filled with intensity. “Tonight we need to do this test first.” he murmured, "Then we can talk properly about anything else."

You nodded, a heavy feeling still lingering in the room. "Alright." you muttered. "I'll go take the test tonight."

Jimin's anxiety soared the moment you left the room. He paced back and forth in the bedroom, his mind plagued with uncertainty about the test's results. His fingers ran through his hair, his agitation evident.

Meanwhile, you sat on the edge of the bathtub, the pregnancy test in your trembling hands. Your gaze was glued to the test, awaiting the appearance of the results. Negative.

Jimin, on the other hand, stood frozen outside the door, his ears straining to hear any sound from you inside the bathroom. The silence in the room was deafening.

Your eyes remained fixed on the test, the word "negative" seemed to mock you. A mix of relief and disappointment filled your thoughts.

As you emerged from the bathroom with the test in hand, Jimin's eyes immediately locked onto it. He took a step forward, his voice hoarse. "And?" he asked, the fear evident in his tone.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. "It's negative." you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Jimin's face showed a range of emotions - relief, worry, and some unreadable expression you couldn't quite place.

A silence hung in the air as Jimin processed the information. Finally, he spoke up. "So, you're not...pregnant." he stated, his voice filled with a mix of relief and tension.

You nodded, the atmosphere still thick with unspoken emotions. "No, I'm not. It was just a scare." you replied, your voice soft.

Jimin seemed to slump, his shoulders dropping as he exhaled a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God." he murmured, running a hand through his hair.

You watched him closely, still feeling a mix of emotions yourself. "You sound relieved." you noted, a tinge of sadness creeping into your voice.

Jimin looked at you, his expression a mix of surprise and realization. "Of course I am." he said, his voice a tad too hasty. "The timing wouldn't have been ideal, you know?"

Your heart sank at his words. "Right." you muttered, trying to keep your emotions in check. "The timing." you repeated, the word leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

Jimin noticed the change in your demeanor. "Hey.” he said, taking a step closer to you. “What's wrong?" he asked, his tone softer this time.

You let out a sigh, frustration seeping into your tone. "It's just that...you sound so relieved." you admitted, your emotions boiling over slightly. "And it just...hurts a little."

Jimin's expression softened even more, guilt seeping into his features. "I didn't mean it that way." he said, stepping closer to you. "I'm relieved, yes, but...I would have supported you if the test had been positive." his hands reaching out to you.

You hesitated for a moment before surrendering to his touch. "I know you would have.” you admitted, your voice still edged with hurt. "But it still hurt." you added, your vulnerability evident.

Jimin pulled you into his arms, his embrace firm yet filled with reassurance. "I'm sorry." he murmured, his hands running up and down your back in a comforting gesture. "I can be an idiot sometimes."

You let yourself lean into his chest, finding a semblance of comfort in his embrace. "Yeah, you can be." you agreed, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the situation.

Jimin chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your chest. "You're not wrong about that." he admitting, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his tone. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to savour the moment. "So...we're good?" he asked.

You let out a sigh, the tension in the air slowly dissipulating. "Yeah." you murmured, your voice filled with a mix of relief and exhaustion. "We're good."

Jimin tightened his arms around you, his voice muffled by your hair. "Good. I'm glad." he said, his relief evident. He pulled away slightly to look at you, his eyes softening. "You still okay, baby?" he asked, his hands cupping your face.

You met his gaze, feeling a mix of emotions still lingering but calmer now. "I'm okay." you replied, your voice softer than before. His thumbs traced your cheekbone, his touch calming.

He let out a relieved sigh. "Thank God." he murmured, his hands still caressing your face. "I really am sorry, you know." he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I didn't mean to...react the way I did." he added, his thumb tracing the curve of your lips.

You leaned into his touch, the tension between you shifting. "I know you didn't." you murmured, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. "It's okay." you added, your voice filled with forgiveness.

Jimin's fingers drifted down to your jaw, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. "I still feel like an ass." he murmured, his eyes fixated on your lips.

You let out a small laugh, your hands fisting his shirt. "You're not the best at that." you teased, a mix of fondness and playfulness in your tone. He chuckled, his fingers playing with the hem of your shorts. "Yeah, I know." he admitted, his touch lingering on your thigh. The tension between you shifted again, becoming charged with something different.

Jimin's fingers moved further under your skirt, his eyes still locked on yours. "Am I forgiven, at least?" he murmured, his hands sliding up to your hips and holding you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, a small smirk playing on your lips. "Almost." you teased, loving the way his touch felt on your skin.

Jimin's hands gripped tighter on your hips. "Almost?" he repeated, his voice lower. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting against your lips. "What would it take for me to be fully forgiven, huh?" he murmured, his fingers toying with the waistband of your underwear.

You leaned in, your mouths mere inches apart. Your hands moved up to tangle in his hair. "Well..." you murmured, a sultry edge to your voice. "You can get down on your knees.." you challenged, daring him to make the next move.

A mischievous glint appeared in Jimin's eyes. "Is that so?" he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands still on your hips as he looked up at you, eyes filled with lust. He held your gaze, awaiting your next move.

Your heart skipped a beat, seeing him on his knees, awaiting your command. His grip on your hips tightened, making you fully aware of the position you were in. You leaned down, your fingers threading through his hair. His fingers dug into your hips, clearly enjoying the power shift. He leaned into your touch, his eyes still locked on yours.

You felt a thrill run through you, feeling the power dynamic shift. "That's a good start." you murmured, your fingers tightening in his hair. His grip on your hips was now almost painful. He didn't look away, his gaze was still locked on yours. "What else do you want, baby?" he asked, his voice low.

You let out a sigh, loving the way he listened and obey. "Well, since you're already on your knees..." you murmured, letting the sentence trail off suggestively. His hands tightened on your hips, making it clear that he was ready to obey. "Tell me what you want, baby." he murmured, his tone low and eager.

You felt a rush of power, loving the way he obeyed. "I want you to prove how sorry you are." you murmured, a shiver running down your spine. His hands kneaded into your hips, his eyes still fixed on yours. "How about I start by showing you how sorry I am?" he murmured, his voice filled with anticipation.

Your grip on his hair tightened, your anticipation growing. "I'm all ears." you murmured, eager to see what he planned. He leaned his face forward, his breath hot against your thigh. "May I, baby?" he murmured, his fingers gently trailing along the hem of your shorts.

Your breath hitched, anticipation building. "Yes, you can." you murmured, your fingers still tangled in his hair. In an instant, his hands skimmed up your legs, hooking under your shorts. He pulled them down in a swift motion, his fingers grazing your skin as he removed them completely.

Jimin's hands rested on your bare thighs, his grip firm. "So beautiful." he murmured, his eyes trailing over your now-exposed body. He leaned forward, his breath hot against your thigh. "Can I apologize properly now, baby?" he murmured, his fingers trailing up between your legs. "Please lay down.'

He guided you to the bed, pushing you down with a hand pressed to your stomach. He pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh, then placed your legs over his shoulder.

He murmured quietly, the vibration sending shivers through you. His hands slid up your inner thighs, finding your clit and circling it with his thumb. He looked up at you, making eye contact. "You're so beautiful when you're this wet. Can I taste you, baby?" he murmured.

His words sent a shiver down your spine. "Please," you murmured, your hands fisting the bedsheets. He grinned, then leaned forward and gave your clit a flat, broad lick, his hands spreading you open to give himself better access. He repeated the action, swirling his tongue around your clit.

You moaned, the pleasure overwhelming you. "Oh, god." you murmured, your fingers finding their way into his hair again. He moaned against you, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. He focused on your clit, licking and sucking it with skilled precision, your moans growing louder. You felt a finger press against your entrance. "Can I put a finger in you baby?" he murmured, his finger teasing your entrance. You pressed your feet into his back.

"Please." you replied, your grip on his hair tightening. He slid a finger into you, pumping it in and out slowly. "Thank you." he murmured, his tongue working your clit. He added another finger. "Thank you baby."

The pleasure grew more intense. "Oh god." you panted, your breathing growing more labored. He curved his fingers inside you, hitting a sensitive spot. Your grip on his hair grew tighter, pulling his tongue tighter to your clit. "Can I add a third finger?" he murmured, adding a third finger and moving them faster. You moaned again, your body arching off the bed.

The pleasure was almost too much. "No more." you panted, needing a moment to recover. He slowed his movements, giving you a chance to catch your breath and relax. He pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh. "Sorry baby." he murmured.

You relaxed back into the bed, breathing heavily. "It's okay." you murmured, your fingers running through his hair. He lifted his head from your thigh.

He gave your thigh another gentle kiss. "Can I continue apologizing to you?" he murmured, his hands still on your inner thighs. You nodded, eager for more. "Please do." you murmured, anticipation building again. He smirked. "Lay down."

You lay down obediently, your heart racing in anticipation. He spread your legs wider, his hands holding you open. "You're so gorgeous." he murmured, his eyes taking in the sight of you. He leaned forward, putting your legs over his shoulders again.He placed a gentle kisses on your clit and your pussy.

You moaned, the pleasure building again. "You're so good." you murmured, your hands once again finding their way into his hair. He moaned in reply, the vibration against you feeling amazing. "Thank you, baby." he murmured, his tongue finding its way between your folds.

He moaned again, his fingers pressing into your hips. "I will keep apologizing until you forgive me." he murmured, his fingers digging into your skin. He licked and sucked your clit with renewed fervor, determined to make you forget about any hurt feelings. You moaned again, the pleasure growing intense again.

"You can continue apologizing." you moaned, your body writhing under his touch. He moaned again, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. He doubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in unison. "Whatever it takes baby." he murmured, his grip on your hips becoming almost bruising.

The pleasure was building quickly. "I'm close." you panting, your fingers pulling at his hair. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. He continued to work your clit and your insides with his fingers. "Come for me." he murmured, his tongue and fingers not letting up. "

Your body tensed, the pleasure building to an insurmountable level. "Oh god." you moaned, your grip on his hair becoming even tighter. He moaned again, his fingers and tongue not letting up. "I'm coming." you panted, the pleasure building to unbearable heights.

Your body arched off the bed as you came, your fingers yanking at his hair. He pulled away with a smug smirk, cleaning you up with his tongue. "You taste amazing." he murmured, his hands still on your shaky thighs. You let out a breathless laugh, feeling lightheaded. "You're damn good at apologies." you murmured. He chuckled, giving your thigh a final kiss.

He climbed up beside you, laying down next to you. "I try." he murmured, a cocky smile on his face. You turned your head to look at him, still breathing heavy. "You succeed." you replied, a soft smile on your lips. He reached out and brushed a stray hair away from your face. "Good." he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw.

You leaned into his touch, enjoying the tender moment. "You're forgiven." you murmured, your eyes scanning his face. He leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I'm relieved." he murmured, his fingers still on your jaw. "I don't like fighting with you." he admitted, his expression turning serious. You reached up to touch his face, running your thumb over his bottom lip. "Neither do I." you murmured, your eyes locked with his.

time skip.

The apartment was quiet, the only sound the faint ticking of the wall clock echoing through the space. You were sprawled on the couch, focused on a document on his laptop. The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of the front door opening, and you looked up to see Jimin walking into the apartment, returning from work. A smirk played on your lips, but you remained quiet, waiting to see if him would notice you. As he set his jacket down and kicked his shoes off, you couldn't help but admire his body.

He had changed out of his suit, now in a pair of loose sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt that clung to his muscular body. He ran a hand through his hair, tousling the strands and further adding to his disheveled, yet irresistibly sexy appearance. He walked past the couch, seemingly engrossed in his thoughts, unaware of your watchful eyes.

You let out a soft exhale, finding it difficult to ignore the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips, hinting at the lack of underwear underneath. But you maintained your poker face, continuing to observe him as he moved around the apartment, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

He walked into the kitchen, and you heard the sound of the fridge opening and closing. A moment later, he emerged with a water bottle in hand, taking a few mouthfuls before wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. You couldn't help but appreciate the way his biceps flexed with the movement, the sight stirring something within you.

He leaned back against the counter and took another swig of water, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each swallow. His t-shirt was now slightly hiked up at the waist, giving you a glimpse of the contours of his lower abdomen. Your gaze lingered there, feeling a heat pooling between your legs.

He placed the water bottle on the counter and pushed away from it, running a hand through his hair again as he turned towards the living room. His eyes finally met yours, and a flicker of surprise flickered in his gaze, as if he had only just noticed your presence. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, hello there." he said, a hint of smugness in his tone.

You pretended to look up from the laptop, even though you had been intently watching him the whole time. "Oh, hey. Finally noticed me, huh?" you asked, playing aloof.

He strode over to the couch, a smile playing on his lips. "How could I not notice you?" he said, taking a seat beside you and reaching out to close the laptop.

You let out a mock scoff, trying to hide the flutter in your stomach. "Oh, I don't know. You seemed pretty engrossed in your water a few moments ago." you quipped, arching an eyebrow. He chuckled, his hand finding its way to your thigh. "Yeah, thirsty." he murmured, his thumb grazing your skin through the fabric of your shorts.

Your skin tingled under his touch, but you kept your cool, trying to play it casual. "Thirsty for water, or thirsty for something else?" you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

His hand slipped under your shorts, his fingers sliding higher up your thigh. "Both." he replied, his gaze locking onto yours. "But I'm thinking you might have something that can quench my thirst." he murmured.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you tried to keep your cool. "Oh really?" you replied, your voice coming out a little breathless. Before he spoke, you sat on your knees in front of him.

He leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs wider to accommodate you. "Yes, really." he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair back from your face.

You leaned into his touch, craving more. "I see." you murmured, your hands resting on his thighs. "And what exactly do you want?" you asked, your hands sliding up to the waistband of his sweatpants. He reached down to grab your hands, guiding them higher up his thighs.

Your hands inched higher, your grip firmer on his inner thighs. "You didn't answer my question." you murmured, your fingers grazing the bulge in his pants.

He let out a low groan, his grip tightening on your wrists. He leaned forward, closing the distance between you, his breath hot against your ear. "I am not sure," he murmured, his voice deepening with desire.

You leaned in closer, your face mere inches from his. "Not sure about what?" you murmured, your hands skimming over his waistband. He lifted his hips, helping you push his sweatpants down his thighs.

Your hands moved lower, freeing his erection from the confines of his pants. "About which part of you I want first." he murmured

You couldn't resist the sight of him, thick and hard in front of you, but you tried to keep your cool. "Oh, really?" you murmured, wrapping your fingers around his length. "And what options do you have in mind?"

He moaned as you touched him, his grip on your wrists loosening. "You." he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. "I want whatever part of you that I can get." He lifted his head to look at you, his expression a mix of longing and desperation.

Your pulse quickened at his words, your need for him growing stronger. "You can have all of me." you murmured, sliding your hands up his thighs. He moaned again, his hips lifting off the couch as you leaned in closer.

You leaned down, your breath hot on his skin. "Tell me what you want first." you murmured, your hands resting on his abs. He moaned again, his grip on your wrists tightening. “Your mouth." he murmured, his eyes locked onto yours.

Your stomach coiled with desire, your mouth watering at the thought of him. You leaned in closer, trailing a path of wet kisses up his inner thigh. “Yeah?“ you murmured, your hands still on his abs. He moaned loudly, his grip on your wrists tightening. “God, yes." he hissed, his body quivering in anticipation.

You positioned yourself between his legs, your hands running up and down his inner thighs. “You want my mouth on you?” you murmured, your breath hot on his skin. He nodded frantically, a strangled moan escaping his lips. “Please." he panted

You could feel his desperation, his body arching into your touch. You leaned down, your mouth hovering over him. "You want me to taste you?" you murmured, your tongue flicking out to taste him. He moaned loudly.

He nodded again, his grip on your wrists tightening. “Please." he begged, his voice hoarse. You smirked, his need for you fueling your desire even more. "You want me to take all of you?" you murmured, your mouth hovering above him, and you spat on it.

He groaned loudly, his body trembling with anticipation. “Yes, please." he panted, his hands releasing your wrists to tangle in your hair. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers in your hair, the sound sending vibrations through him. "You want me to choke on you?" you murmured, taking him into your mouth.

He moaned, the sensation overwhelming him. “God, yes." he panted, his grip on your hair tightening as he guided your mouth further down his length. You moaned around him, the taste of him sending pulses of pleasure through you. He groaned again. “You want me to choke on you?” you repeated.

His grip in your hair tightened as he moaned louder, his body writhing under your touch. “Do that again, please." he gasped, his eyes locked on yours as you moaned. You repeated the motion, taking him deeper into your mouth and tightening your grip on his thighs. He moaned again, his voice hoarse. “God, I love your mouth." he panted, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

You moaned around him, the compliment making you even more eager to please him. You increased the pace, taking him deeper into your mouth and gagging on him. He moaned even louder, his fingers clenching in your hair. "God, you're so hot." he panted, his words fueling your desires. He moaned louder, his head tilting back and his grip on your hair tightening even further. "Oh god, you better choke on me." he moaned.

Your mouth worked him even faster, your pace becoming faster and sloppier as you bobbed up and down his length. He moaned louder, his hips bucking up into your mouth.

His grip on your hair grew tighter as he moaned louder, his breathing becoming pants. You moaned around him, the sounds sending waves of pleasure through him. He groaned louder, his voice thick with need. “Your mouth… God, your mouth." he panted, his grip on your hair becoming almost painful. You moaned again, loving the way his hips thrust into your mouth. He moaned even louder.

He suddenly pulled you off him, the motion sending a shiver down your spine. He pulled himself upright, his chest heaving with breaths. He held himself for a moment, trying to regain control.

You looked up at him, your expression a mixture of mischief and satisfaction. “You okay there, sir?" you teased, a smirk playing on your lips. He let out a shaky breath, attempting to regain his composure.

He ran a hand through his hair, attempting to compose himself. "Yeah, I'm fine." he replied, his voice slightly hoarse. There was a glint of smugness in your eyes. "Good to know." you murmured, your hands still resting on his thighs. "Can you continue fuck my mouth?"

He glanced down at you, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “You want more?” he asked, his hands moving to the back of your head. You nodded, your hands running up and down his thighs. “Lean back in your chair." he murmured.

You leaned back in the chair, your hands still on his thighs. He leaned forward, his hands guiding your head back into his lap. His hands held you in place while his hips slowly inched forward, pressing his dick back into your mouth. You moaned around him, the feel of him filling your mouth again sent a shiver down your spine. He began to thrust into your mouth, his pace slow and measured.

His hands in your hair guided your pace, holding you in place. “Stay still." he murmured, his grip in your hair tightening. You moaned around him, the feeling of him in your mouth sending waves of pleasure through you. He moaned, his hips moving a little faster. “That's it, good girl." he panted. Your hands gripped his thighs, and you moaned around him at his words.

His pace quickened, his hands holding your head in place. “Take it all." he groaned, his grip on your hair tighten. You moaned around him, the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat sending pleasure coursing through you. His pace became faster, his hips twitching forward.

He started to move even faster, his hips slamming into your mouth. “Fuck, that feels so good." he groaned, his breaths coming in pants. You moaned around him, the mix of pleasure and breathlessness only adding to the sensation. He kept up the fast pace.

He moaned louder, his grip on your hair keeping you in place. “Fuck, I'm close." he panted, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You moaned around him, the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat making you throb. He moved even quicker, his hips slamming into your mouth. "Choke on it." he moaned.

You moaned around him, the commanding tone of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You started drooling around him, your hands gripping his thighs tighter. Your eyes locked onto his, and the sight of you was sending him over the edge. He moaned louder, his grip on your hair holding you steady. "Oh god, I'm gonna come." he panted.

He kept up the pace, his breath coming in pants. "I'm coming.” He moaned, the grip on your waist becoming painful. You moaned again, feeling him tighten around you as he spilled load after load into your throat.

He pulled back, the taste of him lingering in your mouth. He took a moment to try and recover, his chest heaving. You leaned back in the chair, feeling him slip from your mouth. He took a few deep breaths.

He ran a hand through his hair again, his eyes fixed on you. “Fuck baby, are you alright?” he asked, his voice sounding hoarse.

“I'm good.” you replied, a soft smile on your face. “Are you feeling better now?” you asked, standing up and smoothing out your clothes. He leaned back in the sofa, running a hand over his face. “Yeah, I guess so.” he said, still sounding a bit winded.

You chuckled lightly. “You sound pretty winded.” you murmured, taking a seat next to him on the couch. He glanced at you, a small smile on his lips. “You wore me out.” he replied, reaching out to take your hand. You leaned into him, a content smile on your face as he played with your fingers.

The atmosphere was different now, softer and more relaxed. He seemed less guarded, his face more relaxed. He leaned his head back on the couch. “I'm sorry I've been so distant lately.” he murmured, his fingers still playing with yours. You felt a small flutter in your chest at his apology. “I had a lot on my mind.” he continued, the tension in the air easing a bit. You ran a hand through his hair, a small gesture of comfort. “You don’t have to explain.” you murmured. He tilted his head to look up at you, a softer expression on her face. He reached up to catch your hand, bringing it to rest against his cheek.

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. “Still, I want to apologize.” he mumbled. You let your fingers trail over his face, a small smile on your lips. “Apology accepted.” you murmured, running your thumb over his bottom lip. He parted his lips, placing a soft kiss to your thumb.

He opened his eyes and looked at you. His eyes held a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before. “Thank you.” he murmured, the sincerity evident in his voice.

You returned his gaze, feeling your heart soften a bit. “Of course.” you replied, your hand still on his face. He turned his head, placing another soft kiss to your palm, his lips lingering on your skin.

His hands came up to grip your waist, pulling you onto his lap. You straddled him, your hands automatically going to his chest. He leaned his head back against the couch, looking up at you. “Can I say something?” he murmured, his hands running up and down your thighs.

You settled yourself on his lap, feeling comfortable in this newfound vulnerability between you. “Of course.” you replied, your hands still resting on his chest. He kept his hands on your thighs, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. ”I want to try having a baby. I know I said I didn't want to." he asked, his voice softer than usual.

Your eyes widened slightly at his question, a mix of surprise and joy flooding your heart. "Really?" you asked, hoping you hadn't misunderstood. He nodded, a softer look in his eyes. "Yes." he replied, his hands gripping your thighs. Your hand brushed over his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath your fingers. "Why did you change your mind?" you murmured, your heart beating faster with hope.

He let out a small sigh, his hands still on your thighs. "I was so damn stupid." he murmured. “I had a long talk with Yoongi, and he made me realize I was scared because I never had a positive example of a relationship.” he paused, his fingers running up and down your thighs. “But then I realized…that doesn’t mean I can’t create one." he finished, his grip on your thighs tightening.

Your heart swelled with joy, hearing his confession. "Jimin…” you murmured, running your thumb over his bottom lip. He looked up at you, his eyes softening even more. “I want a future with you.” he murmured, his hands sliding up to grip your waist. “I want all the domestic cliché bullshit." he confessed, a trace of a smug smile on his lips.

You chuckled lightly, a small smile forming on your lips. "Domestic cliché bullshit, huh?" you repeated, enjoying hearing him talk this way. He pulled you closer, his hands on your waist. "Yeah." he replied, a small smirk playing on his lips. "All of it."

You couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest at his words. "Is that so?" you murmured, your hands still on his chest. He leaned his head back against the couch, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips. “Yes.” he replied, his hands moving to grip your hips. “I want you to be the mother of my children.” he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of your hips.

Your heart filled with joy, the tension and uncertainty of the past few weeks lifting off your shoulders. "God, Jimin…” you murmured, your hands moving to cup his face. He leaned his head into your touch, his hands still on your waist. “I want it, too.” you continued, a soft smile in your voice. “I want a family with you.”

He let out a sigh of relief, the tension leaving his body. “You do?” he asked, his grip on your waist loosening slightly but still holding onto you tightly like you were going to disappear. You leaned down, your face inches from his. “Yes.” you murmured, your hands still on his face. He reached up, pulling you into a soft kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair. The kiss felt different from their earlier encounters; it was tender and full of affection rather than lust.

You melted into the kiss, feeling the depth of his emotions. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his hands still in your hair. “I’m sorry it took this long." he murmured, his voice tinged with vulnerability. You shook your head slightly, your fingers grazing the shell of his ear. "It doesn’t matter." you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. He let out a small sigh, his hands moving to caress the back of your neck.

“I still can’t believe you’re real,” he murmured, his fingers gently running through your hair. You let out a soft chuckle, feeling his breath on your face. “I’m real,” you replied, leaning in to capture his lips in another soft kiss. "I am here."

He wrapped his arms around you, nestling his face into your neck.

You could feel his heart beating against your chest and you tightened your grip on him. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” you murmured, your fingers tangling in his hair.

He let out a soft sigh, leaning into your touch. “Promise?” he murmured against your neck, his hands sliding down to grip your waist. You leaned back, tilting his head up to look at you, your fingers still in his hair. "Promise." you replied, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. He gave you a small smile in return, his eyes softening as he looked up at you.

He reached up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. “I love you.” he murmured, the vulnerability in his voice making your heart flutter. "I love you too." you replied, your hands still in his hair. He pulled you back down, pressing his face against your chest. You could feel the tension leaving his body as he relaxed into your embrace.

“Thank you for not giving up on me," he murmured, his arms wrapping around your waist. You ran your fingers through his hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “I never gave up,” you replied, your grip on him tightening slightly. He let out a long sigh, his fingers absently tracing patterns on your back. “I’m glad you didn’t."

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