w.c: 1700~ | mingyu x gender neutral reader | established relationship, smut, domestic | content/warnings: size k1nk, praise k1nk, handjob, sub!mingyu (kinda), reader is about woozi's height for reference. | inspired by this post! it made my brain go brrrrr | repost bc mr.tumblr hated the first one. |
You could tell when your boyfriend had a bad day. He would put himself to work: workout, cooking meals for the whole week, rearranging the furniture until everything was different. Today looked like one of those days.
You gave him the keys to your place long ago, so it was usual to wake up from a nap and find him sleeping by your side, or on your couch playing with your cat, or just cooking for you when you woke up. That was exactly what you caught him doing today, and by the containers full of side dishes it looked like he had been doing it for a while.
"Hi handsome," you whispered as you hugged him from behind. You felt his muscles tense and relaxed. "You didnât wake me up."
"You're gonna scare me to death one day," he whined. "Hello pretty. You looked at peace in your sleep so I didn't want to bother."
He took your hands from his belly and pulled them up to his lips to kiss them and continue his task.
"That's a lot of food," you commented, peeking your head from behind his back. "Did you invite someone for dinner? We haven't seen Jeonghan in a while," you said, knowing what that name would cause.
"Jeonghan?!" he scoffed. How could you bring up his friend, who you -drunk- confessed to find pretty, today?
He tried to turn around to face you but you locked your arms as tight as you could to prevent it. He let you get away with it, you knew if he wanted he would've just grabbed your arms and freed himself.
"I'm sorry! Sorry, I was kidding," you laughed and kissed the middle of his back.
That kiss sent a shiver down his spine but you didn't notice. Everything was quiet for a minute except for the knife against the cutting board and vegetables falling inside a container.
"Bad day?" you asked in a whisper.
"Worst day," he sighed. "My boss is an asshole. My clients were all assholes today. You were busy so I couldn't rant and Wonwoo had the day off. And I turned in a great project but I had no feedback yet."
"Aw Gyu," you said while your hands traveled all over his chest and abs. "I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you today. Your project is amazing."
"Don't be sorry, it's okay, you have your own work," he was trying to keep focus on the vegetables in front of him but the roaming of your tiny hands made it difficult. "I think I cooked a bit too much."
"Mmh-n" you muttered.
Your hands found their way under his buttoned shirt and kept moving up and down, now causing goosebumps on his warm skin. You rested your head on his back, between his shoulder blades, so now you could feel the muscles moving, tensing and relaxing as he moved the knife on his hand, and his heartbeat increasing as your dominant hand moved down to his pants and slowly unbuckled his belt.
"What-?"
"My poor poor baby had an awful day," you interrupted his question. "Let me change it, let me treat you right."
"Honey, you don't need toâŠ"
"Shhh baby," you hand wrapped around his half hard dick. "Don't mind me, just keep doing what you were doing."
"I don't think I can," he whispered.
He resumed his vegetables chopping as you caressed his chest and pumped his dick with your hands. You loved the feel of his dick getting harder and larger on your hand. You barely could hold it in one but you tried to, because your other hand was occupied with his chest and following the traces of his defined abs. When you felt his full erection, you started talking again.
"You look so handsome, love," you said and felt his dick twitch. "Oh. So that's the mood today?"
You barely heard a whimper as an answer. You pumped a few times and then stopped your hand at the base of his length, closing your thumb and index finger like a cock ring.
"That won't do, dear. Let me hear you."
"D-don't stop, please," he said as clear as he could.
Mingyu felt like losing his mind. His head was hanging low, his cooking forgotten, as he watched you hand work on his member. There was something so alluring to him about your little hands working around his much larger body, it fucked his brain and made him incredibly horny.
"You're such a nice boy, baby, do you feel good now?" you asked with a slow movement along his length.
"Ah- yes--so good," he took a second to recover his voice to answer.
"Huh, I don't know, you don't seem too excited," you said as you stopped your hands again.
"I am! You make me feel so good, please please don't stop, baby," he pleaded.
You bite back a giggle and put your hand to work again, one going back and forth on his dick, the other leaving ghostly caresses on his nipples.
"Fu-fuck," he moaned when both of your hands were on his cock.
You pushed down his pants and underwear to free his erection and put both hands to work again. Mingyu watched as you jacked him off, firm and steady. It was something so simple but he loved it. You twisted your hand just the right way, better than he ever did to himself, your skin felt warm against his and he wondered how it would feel to be inside you right now; not that he didn't know but now you were so eager to please him so he was sure it'd feel different.
Your fingers gathered the precum leaking from Mingyu's tip and spread it along his shaft, picking up the pace now that you had some form of lubricant. You could tell by memory the trace of his veins along his dick and how he looked trapped inside your hand, and the face he must've been doing as you guided him closer to his climax.
"You're such a good boy, baby. My good boy, right Gyu?" you whispered on his back and felt him twitch on your hand. "Pretty boy likes to be praised, mmh? You feel so warm and big in my hand. You must look so handsome right now," you kept talking.
He shamelessly whimpered and nodded at your words, trying to not be loud.
He was going insane. He was losing his mind. He could cum just by hearing you. He bit his lower lip to repress another moan, heads low to watch your hands on himself, going up and down and changing pace according to his moans and breaths. He moved his hand back, trying to touch you, to feel you, to make you feel good too.
"Hand's on the counter, my love," you ordered. His hand went back to the previous place, knuckles white with the strength he was holding the cold surface.
You could feel his back and arms tensing so you kissed him one, two, three times as you changed the hand working him.
"Relax hun, let go," you murmured and he thrusted in your hand. "Yeah, just like that. You're doing amazing, sweetheart."
You let him trust as he pleased as you closed your hand a bit more, adding a little pressure. He moaned as your free hand touched his nipples again to keep going up and scratch his chest gently.
"I-I can'tâŠ" Mingyu tried to put the words in order on his mind but the pressure your hand was giving him clouded his brain. "Baby, I'm-"
"I know, I know, just keep going, you're doing perfect my love," you hurried your words and moved your hand faster on him.
You knew he was close, you felt him twitch more on your hand, his breath was irregular, and he was making the sweetest sounds you've heard in a while. He held to the counter as his life depended on it, pouting because he wanted to touch you and you wouldnât let him. You were in charge right now and honestly, he loved it. He loved to just empty his mind and let you boss him around and follow your lead, it was just what he needed today even if he didnât realize it.
"I wanna- ah⊠-you," he mumbled. He couldn't think straight but he always wanted to cum in you or on you, it was up to the mood of the day.
"It's all about you right now baby, come on my hands like a good boy," you answered.
"Mmm, such a good boy, Mingyu," you smiled at him as you gave kitten licks to your hands, cleaning your skin from his semen.
He whined again, his eyes fixed on both of your hands wrapped on his dick, going fast and squeezing tighter. He was holding back but he followed your order and let himself go. He thrusted harder on your tiny hands and a minute later he was done. His seed fell all over your hands, on the floor and the counter. You worked slower on him, not stopping even when his load was over, leading him through the high and down, leaving a trail of kisses on his back until his breath was regular again.
You let him out of your embrace and he turned around to watch you, his cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead, like you just had an intense sex session. You weren't much better, the tingling on your core just made obvious what you already knew, this situation turned you on but you were happy to just please your boyfriend, your needs were not a priority right now.
"Wah," he sighed. "That was insane."
You chuckled at his amazed expression. It was cute, almost funny, to see this big man with his pants on his knees and so agitated after a hand job.
"You're sex drunk," you answered.
"Maybe⊠I want more," he pouted.
"Yeah, I see," you eyed down on him, his erection still hard after he just came. "What's the magic word?"
"Beans," he mentioned your safe word and you laughed.
"Not that one!"
"Please!" He smiled, maybe he was drunk. "Please, I want more," he pouted and used his puppy eyes.
"And you deserve it, baby," you took a step closer and kissed his lips. "Let's go to bed and continue."
He kicked his pants off his legs and kissed you. He pushed you around the kitchen to guide you to your bedroom, a big smile on his face and his bad day long forgotten.
tam's notes: woaaaaaah I can't believe i actually started and finished writing a fic in a few days. thank goodness for kpop men. this is not revised for other than your humble server so i'm sorry for any mistakes, as some of you know english is not my first language hehe. i hope you enjoyed and i'll be back with more :D thanks for reading! <3
notes: yujin is not included due to his age, jiwoongâs is set in the real world (aka heâs an idol), did not proofread
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jiwoong
i donât think jiwoong gets jealous often
itâs just not his first thought when it comes to certain things LOL
but, depending on the situation, he absolutely will get jealous, but not in the way most people do
many people digest jealousy/envy as a big emotion but i donât think itâs very big for jiwoong
and he knows that his jealousy isnât something you should have to deal with but he doesnât want to deal with it either so heâll do his best to get rid of the issue without you knowing, which means making up creative ways to squash the situation
they all incorporate wherever you are
so letâs say youâre at the mall, youâre waiting for him to get out of a store, and a guy walks up to you and starts chatting you up
jiwoong will walk up to you and smile at whatever guy is flirting with you, acting completely fine
and then heâll dip down and whisper something into your ear, and itâs usually something super unserious
âthereâs a 50% sale at the ice cream shop and you get a fun cup for freeâ
youâre gone, heâs happy, and whatever guy was chatting you up is completely out of the picture
things are different when it comes to his members though
he always knew you liked kids and was well aware that you often volunteered to help out with kids, and he knew that you tutored high school students throughout university
nevertheless, jiwoong never thought han yujin would be his worst enemy
JIWOONG IS NORMALLY the most patient person you knowâhe can sit with you in a shop for an hour, watching you debate over two different mugs to buy without voicing one complaint. However, for some reason, watching you cook Yujinâs lunch is the worst thing heâs ever had to experience.
You had insisted on it after finding out he was planning on going to school after how long theyâd been promoting, saying that it would be hard for him to go to school without anyone to cook him lunch. Jiwoong insisted that Hanbin probably wouldâve, but you brushed him off, saying it wouldnât take you long.
An hour and a half later, he was still sitting there, watching you cut watermelon into flowers. It was nearly 8 oâclock, and the movie you were going to was due to start at 8:45âmeaning you had to leave soon.
âAre you almost done?â he asked, putting his down on the counter. You scoffed, putting the lid onto the last section of Yujinâs lunch box.
âWhatâs up with you?â you asked, beginning to wrap it up. âYouâve asked three times in the last hour.â
âIâm jealous that youâre spending more time fussing over Yujinâs lunch than hanging out with your boyfriend, whom you havenât seen in a long time.â
âYouâre jealous over Yujin?â you asked, exasperated, turning around and putting your hands on your hips. âHeâs your kid too! You should help out! What father is jealous of their own child?â
zhang hao
there are 2 men in zb1 that donât get jealous literally ever and hao is one of them
literally how could he be jealous when heâs zhang hao
most of the time, actually, youâre the one getting jealous (which makes sense, because heâs zhang hao)
and he always mocks you for it, which you hate
heâll say something like âaw, do you think theyâre going to steal me away from you?â and you have to resist the urge to punch him in the stomach
so when he actually gets jealous it is sooooo much fun for you
you milk it to no end. it is an opportunity you CANNOT waste
most of the time, it happens at his fancy violinist events, where you meet other people who are just as talented and impressive as him (and sometimes, theyâre pretty attractive, too)
when heâs jealous, he sticks to your side and gets a little bit mean, especially towards whoever heâs jealous of
gets super touchy too
has a hand around your waist and drags you around with him just to make sure everyone gets the big picture
one day, he notices you and hanbin have been hanging out a lot all of a sudden, and it makes him really, really jealous
mostly because he canât do his little flaunt routine, because heâs flaunted you to him enough
and then you realize heâs jealous that you and hanbin have been spending a lot of time together planning his birthday party
so obviously you capitalize on it immediately
it backfires on you
HAO WASNâT TRYING to be dramatic, but when he swung the door to Hanbinâs apartment open, having dug the spare key out from under the mat, he couldnât help but march in like a soldier going to war.
You and Hanbin were sitting at his dining table, both of your laptops open. You had a cup of tea on the table, too, in a mug Hao knew heâd gifted Hanbin for his birthday a couple of years back.
âYou let him make you tea?â he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air like he was in some sort of drama. Both you and Hanbin stared at him in a mix of shock and confusion, wondering what in the world had caused him to barge in like that. Sure, you were beginning to pick up the fact that he was jealous of your business meetings with his best friend, but you werenât exactly aware of how far youâd let it progress.
âWell, I made the teaââ
âYou know where he keeps his tea?â he cut you off, staring at you while tapping his foot on the ground. âI am sick of this. How am I being left out by my partner and my best friend? What did I do to deserve this?â
âI think youâre getting the wrong idea,â Hanbin said, slowly closing his laptop. âWe arenât hanging out, per se, so we arenât exactly leaving you out.â
âThen why have you spent hours upon hours together over the past week?â
You placed a hand over your mouth, trying to stop from laughing. âHao, please be serious. Whatâs next week?â
His cheeks turned bright red, and you wished you couldâve got his big outburst on video.
hanbin
i am a believer that hanbin get sooo jealous (have you seen him glare at people's interaction with hao LOL)
heâs like the nicest guy on earth so there has to be one negative emotion that he feels
and itâs quite literally only over his loved ones, nothing else
will get jealous if people spend too much time with hao
will get even more jealous if people steal your attention away from him
he doesnât even get jealous over things he should be getting jealous over, itâs things he hallucinates
âthat guy stared at you a little too weirdlyâŠâ
âhe was just our waiter?â
âstill he was too friendlyâŠi got bad vibesâ
when hanbin gets jealous, though, itâs not very serious and never causes a problem between you two
he might hold your hand a little tighter or not be very fond of leaving you alone, but otherwise itâs not an issue
there are instances where his jealousy can get serious, and most of the time itâs pretty warranted (and this is when hanbin leans towards protective)
youâll be watching one of his performances among a bunch of his peers and someone will get a little too touchy with you
and dancers are very hot so he might get a little insecure too
he will stomp over to you, sweaty and tired, and drag you away without saying a word to whoever was chatting you up
other than that his jealousy is kind of cute
hanbin doesnât view any of the boys as enemies but sometimes matthew can be super cute
and while he considers matthew one of his best friends sometimes he forgets that matthew is just like that and isnât trying to woo you
matthew, however, is well versed in the art that is hanbinism and is immune to it
YOU KNOW HANBIN like the back of your hand. Heâs sweet, pretty, and enjoys being around the people he loves. And, you know for a fact Matthew is one of the people he loves. Nevertheless, when he skips up to you two with a white rose he picked, Taerae in tow, you can practically see a vein pop out of Hanbinâs head.
âLook at how pretty this is!â he smiled, and you nodded, agreeing with him. âTaerae and I found a bush of them, and I figured Iâd pick one to give to you.â
You hear Hanbin scoff, and, feeling panic rush up your throat, you turn to him with horror flowing through you. The look in his eyes is dangerous, and a sort of shallow smile appears on his faceâyou donât like it one bit. You turn back to Matthew, who seems completely unphased, and instead keeps talking.
âHere,â he said, holding it out to Hanbin. He stares at it, raising his eyebrows in confusion.
âI thought you were giving it to [First]?â
âHuh? That would be weird,â Matthew replies, tilting his head. You hear Taerae begin to laugh, likely at Hanbin, and you have to hold back a little chuckle as well. âWouldnât you be the one to give a rose to them? Anyway, here you go.â
Hanbin, dumbfounded, takes the rose from Matthewâs hand, and he and Taerae disappear off into the distance.
matthew
matthew is #2 of men in zb1 who donât get jealous often
literally doesnât have the brain capacity for it
heâs like a universal friend, and universal friends donât get jealous of anybody, nor do they distrust their significant others
a more appropriate word to use would be uncomfortable
at least thatâs what matthew says when he gets jealous LOL
he genuinely doesnât think he feels jealous because he doesnât have any worry that whoever is talking to you is going to âstealâ you away from him, but he certainly doesnât appreciate anybody hardcore flirting with you
he can handle a âyouâre so prettyâ or an âi love your outfitâ but if someone is persisting and he can tell youâre uncomfortable (both factors have to be present, or heâll just let you handle it yourself) he will do his best to shut it down
but in the matthew way
so he walks over to you with a big smile on his face and starts talking to you like he normally would
âhey, babe, i lost you for a secondâ
whoeverâs talking to you literally canât keep going because of how nice matthew is
theyâre gone within 2 minutes and matthew is feeling successful
heâll probably give you a kiss on the cheek afterwards just to hammer home his point
he will, however, admit that he gets jealous of the other members lol
itâs mostly because he considers them his friends, though, so the idea that youâd be into one of them is scary to him
as a result, he gets a little wary when he stumbles upon you chatting with jiwoong at a party
BEFORE MATTHEW LEFT to go get a drink, you were sitting on the couch, playing a game on your phone. He planned to tell you that you could leave after he finished the drink, but when he returned, Jiwoong was sitting across from you, speaking with you.
The smile on your face was genuine, and you seemed overjoyed that you werenât bored anymore. And, subconsciously, Matthew took it as you being happy that Jiwoong was talking to you, and not because you were glad you wouldnât have to drag Matthew away from his friends anymore (which was the truth).
He sat back down next to you, sitting on the edge of the seat and putting his cup down on the coffee table. You smiled at him, and Jiwoong said his hellos, to which Matthew replied less than enthusiastically.
âWe were just chatting about the new art exhibit that opened up at the museum. You know, the one we went to last week?â
âYeah, I remember,â he said, taking a long sip of the drink. You raised an eyebrow, finally picking up that Matthew was feeling a bit jealous. âYou planning on going again, or something?â
âNope,â Jiwoong cut in, leaning back in his chair. âActually, [First] was just talking about how much she enjoyed going with you, as you seemed to like it a lot. She said your eyes were sparkling the entire time.â
Matthew shut up quick after that, and you didnât mention it ever again.
taerae
taeraeâs jealousy is silent
you wonât know heâs jealous until well after the event has occurred
he might bring it up in passing weeks later and youâre absolutely dumbfounded
mostly because you had no clue
âyou were jealous?â
âyeah, he kept staring at your lips and was getting super touchy with you. how would i not be jealous?â
you think about the interaction for hours afterward, you skim through all the memories, and you cannot figure out where he conveyed he was jealous
heâs so good at masking any negative emotion that when you manage to notice his jealousy itâs almost a little bit scary
youâll be talking with someone, it doesnât matter who, and youâll look over at him for a second and notice this weird look in his eyes
and then youâll be hyperaware of how everything he says has this sharp edge to it
little jabs that neither you or whoever youâre talking to would be able to pick up unless they were actively looking for hostility
lowkey itâs kind of attractive LOL
taeraeâs usually the picture of âkindâ so seeing him go into a lockdown mode is a bit fun for you, even if itâs barely noticeable
after the event that made him jealous heâs super touchy with you which is also fun for you
because taerae gives gooood hugs and is comfortable to lay on
so, long story short, if heâs ever jealous of the boys you donât know until afterward
sometimes even weeks after the fact
and obviously when you were fawning over zhang hao after his violin recital, which taerae had taken you to, you werenât exactly aware of the way he was staring at hao
WHEN TAERAE GRABS your hand about a minute into your drive, lacing all of your fingers together and pulling your hand onto his lap, your jaw drops. You turn to look at him with shock on your face, trying to find the words to say. âNo way,â you gasped, putting your other hand over your mouth.Â
He looks over at you for a brief second, confused as to why youâre suddenly making such a big deal that he was holding your hand. âWhat? I donât understand.â
âYou were jealous? Of Hao?â you exclaimed, letting your hand drop from your mouth. âWhy? I mean, he did well, did he not? Was I too complimentary? Do I need to reel it back next time?â
âWhat? No, you were just being nice. Where did you get the idea I was jealous?â
âYou say that, but in a month and a half, youâre going to be like, âYou know what made me super jealous?â and then youâre going to drop three bombs on me,â you replied. âAnd this is going to be included. So, just say it now, so we can get it over with.â
Taerae blinked a couple of times, tightening his grip on your hand. âOkay, maybe I was a little jealousââ
You wrenched your hand away from his, clapping excitedly. âOh, Iâm a genius! I have a degree in Taeraeology now, seriously.â
âWhat in the world is Taeraeology?â
ricky
when ricky gets jealous itâs like not a competition
he just shuts the situation down
i mean heâs so tall and so gorgeous that anybody who tries anything with you is immediately so intimidated the moment he does anything, he barely even has to talk
he literally has a neck tattoo like thatâs terrifying
as a result he does not have the time to get seriously jealous because anyone whoâs flirting with you is sprinting away the moment they lay eyes on him approaching you
most of the time people donât even try anything anyway because they see you with him before youâre separated
for the few that are willing to stand up to ricky, itâs pretty funny for you to watch
â[first], whoâs this?â and you watch the competitor cartoon-gulp right in front of you
they maybe last about 15 seconds before they bid you goodbye out of pure intimidation like good for you ricky
if itâs one of the days where he looks incredibly cute and soft (you know what iâm talking about) things tend to go south because ricky is awkward and his strong suit is rbf
at which point you end up having to be the one to be like âokay, me and my boyfriend are going to head out now!â LOL
among the jebis the only one ricky is going to get jealous of is gyuvin and thatâs because theyâre the same age and very close
he knows gyuvin will never make a move on you but that doesnât stop him from getting jealous when gyuvin is taking up too much of your attention
and heâll straight up tell him to fuck off too LOL
riyangis i get you
GYUVIN LOOKS LIKE heâs about to burst into laughter as Ricky stands next to you, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. He never takes Rickyâs jealousy seriously, which you understand why, given the fact that theyâre best friends, and he has absolutely no interest in you whatsoever.
âYou should go home now,â Ricky insists, motioning towards the front door. âI think weâve hung out for long enough today.â
It was partially your fault for introducing a topic Ricky wasnât versed in, but Gyuvin was the only other person you knew had watched the show you were watching, and you were itching to talk about it with somebody who understood. But, youâd pushed it too far, and heâd gotten a bit upset that you were focusing on Gyuvin when he had barged into your date.
âAw, but [First] is my friend, too.â
âAnd, if we were both drowning, sheâd choose me over you. Whatâs your point?â
Gyuvin burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as he wobbled towards the door. You held back your laughter as best you could, nearly losing it as Gyuvin struggled to put on the pair of bright yellow Crocs he decided to wear when he walked over. He opened the door and slammed it shut, yet you could still hear him laughing outside.
Then, you couldnât hold it back anymore. You laughed so hard that you also had to hold your stomach, and Ricky marched away from you, ignoring the halfassed apologies that fell from your lips.
gyuvin
gyuvin isnât usually a jealous guy but he can get jealous, as opposed to hao and matthew who virtually never get jealous
when he gets jealous though itâs somewhat upsetting
it usually means something happened that wounded his pride or made him feel insecure, which you donât enjoy obviously
so 99.9% of the time, if gyuvin is jealous, itâs because one of the members did something to/with you that he wasnât super okay with
itâs never anything minute, like one of them liking an instagram post or something stupid, rather something happening under his nose
he loves and respects them a lot so the idea that they did something with his s/o without him knowing makes him super duper unhappy
and then heâll start to think that thereâs something they have that he didnât, so he gets a bit insecure, too
but he absolutely will convince himself itâs not a big deal so then heâs just in an extra bad mood for the rest of the day
you usually have to squeeze whateverâs wrong out of him and, when you manage to, you feel really bad
because usually whatever happened to upset him was something you thought youâd addressed with him and/or thought he knew about
like ricky, he gets most jealous over things that happen between you and ricky
because youâre all close in age and gyuvin and ricky spend all of their time together, youâre obviously friends with him too
and, in rickyâs seasonal instagram wrap up post, he notices a selfie of you two in what he thinks was a hangout you had together without him knowing based on the background
it ruins his day so fast :( but you make sure to patch up the misunderstanding
GYUVIN HATES THE WAY HE FEELS as he gears up to speak, twiddling his thumbs while you sit across from him at the table, a frown painting your face. He doesnât like it when you look sad, and he doesnât like feeling this way or addressing that he feels it. So, when the time comes where he has to talk about it, it eats him up from the inside out.
âDid you hang out with Ricky? Without me?â
You immediately furrow your eyebrows, as if youâre confused. âNot that I know of? I barely even text Ricky outside of the group chat the three of us have. Whereâd you get that idea?â
Embarrassed, Gyuvin decides to pull up the post, turning his phone to face you. You take it from his hands, bringing it closer to your face so that you can get a better look at it. Then, recognition floods your features, and your frown turns into a smile. âThat was when we roadtripped to the beach. Not pictured here are you and Taerae, who were getting us coffee.â
Gyuvin snatches the phone back, feeling even more embarrassed. He zooms in on the background parts, ignoring you and Ricky, quickly realizing that the filter Ricky put on the picture made the water look much bluer than it actually had been, leading him to believe youâd gone on your own separate beach trip. Feeling the blood rush to his cheeks, Gyuvin smiled crookedly.
âMy bad.â
gunwook
i actually struggled with this
on one hand i donât think gunwook would get jealous easily
heâs a very reasonable boyfriend and has quite literally never wronged you
on the other hand i do think he would get jealous somewhat frequently
in the same way as taerae, itâs very quiet jealousy, but you will literally never know with him
he wonât ever bring it up after it happens and will just. move on
he also might get a little snarky with whoever approached you afterwards, but never when youâre around, so you are none the wiser
if you find out gunwook got jealous, you are finding out from other people, which you think is absolutely insane
one day youâll be like cordially chatting with gyuvin and heâll bring up this one time gunwook got super mega jealous over one of your guy friends and how it haunted him for months and youâre like ??? what
gyuvin is like you DIDNâT know? and then you learn about every single time gunwook has gotten jealous and then told him + yujin + ricky about it
apparently it was so obvious to the boys that hanbin literally asked him about it
youâre flabbergastedÂ
so then you approach gunwook like âwtf is this?â and heâs like
âoh yeahâ
what do you mean OH YEAH?
youâre actually so shocked
gunwook isnât the type to get jealous of the boys though like that just straight up wonât happen
doesnât matter who youâre talking to, how much time you spend with them, etc
he knows theyâd never pull something with you ever so you could literally go on a remote vacation to the amazon rainforest with NO cell service with like hanbin and he wouldnât give a shit
TAERAE WAS BUSY, which meant youâd dragged Hanbin along with you to go shopping for Christmas presents for the boys. Youâd been dating Gunwook long enough that you felt like it was a good way to show gratitude for them, and Hanbin agreed to take you to the mall to get the gifts.
Of course, you couldnât take Gunwook, because you were planning on buying a good chunk of his gift, too, which meant you hadnât told him where you were going. So, when he called, you were somewhat apprehensive to pick up.
Hanbin, on the other hand, looked terrified.
âCan I come over? Iâm bored,â he asked, and you held back the urge to laugh as you stared at Hanbin, who looked like heâd seen a ghost.
âIâm Christmas-present shopping with Hanbin, actually. Sorry.â
Hanbinâs jaw dropped, likely at the fact that you just came right out with it, but you werenât worried in the slightest. âOh, okay. Thatâs cool. Have fun. Tell Hanbin I said hello.â
âLove you.â
âLove you too. Bye.â
He hung up, and Hanbinâs jaw dropped farther. âHe justâŠdoesnât care? Like at all?â
You gave him an inquisitive look, as if you didnât understand what he was implying. âIs he supposed to?"
gunwook has always been good at learning. he loves it, in fact; he loves looking at the puzzle pieces of history, of mathematics or biology, and learning how to put them together. he excels at it, too; one doesnât get scholarships to the top universities just by being mediocre.
and his adoration for excelling bleeds into areas outside of academia. he wants to succeed in everything. he analyzes the best dancers, watches hanbin dance with knife-like precision and jiwoong move with the grace of a man who knows how to paint a picture with his body; he watches hao and taerae as they sing, watches how they breathe and adjust their jaw as they sing, voices loud and projecting.
gunwook watches and tries and he learns.
with you he is no different.
the first kiss is â well, he thinks as far as first kisses go, fine. he is still as you press your mouth to his, your hands loosely balled against his arms. he doesnât know where to put his hands, his large palms just sort of hovering over you.
âam i â was that your first?â
he blushes, a sweet red thing that takes over his bronze cheeks. he didnât exactly have time for girlfriends or boyfriends or partners during school, and he didnât really care about them then either. there was always something more important â coaching someone through their upcoming speech, a soccer competition to attend, an idol survival show to participate in. he didnât have time for kissing, but now â
âitâs okay,â you say, tenderness making your voice soft. you grab his hands, placing them on your hips. heâs stunned into silence, plump mouth wide. he canât help but squeeze, feeling your flesh through your shirt.
you rock up onto the tips of your toes, one of your hands sliding to cup his neck while the fingertips of your other hand gently graze along his jaw. âjust follow me.â
you kiss him again; firmly, this time. your nails scrape along his scalp and your hand settles along his jaw, guiding him down to your mouth. gunwook canât do much for his second kiss other than take it. you move your mouth against his, sweet and gentle. he can feel his heart flutter in his chest when your fingers sink into his dark hair; he thinks his heart will leap from his chest entirely when you make a little noise into his mouth and rub your tongue along his lip.
gunwook canât help but wrap his arms around you. he moves back, letting his body fall back onto the couch. you separate from him just long enough for gunwook to settle, and then youâre slow, tentatively settling on his thigh.
âthis okay?â you ask, as if his heart isnât yours.
âyes,â gunwook sighs. he settles one of his big hands on your lower back â his mind goes empty when he can feel the top of your jeans through your t-shirt. his other hand settles on your thigh, and he canât help but rub at you, feeling. âcan you â the tongue thing?â
you laugh, loud and bright, and then youâre swooping down to kiss the giggle off of his lips. as he asked, you press your tongue into his mouth and then youâre licking, because he canât think of any other word to describe it. you roll your tongue into his mouth and explore, and gunwook feels as if heâs going to drown in you.
gunwook takes in how you kiss him. he is attentive as you mouth against him, as you pull at his lower lip and nibble. he moans weakly as you kiss at his chin and neck. he digs his nails into the fabric of your clothes as you bite as his skin.
âlet me,â he pants, voice breaking at the end of his plea. you hum against his tan skin. gunwook slides his hand into your hair, pulling your face up to him, and then heâs attaching his mouth to yours.
and gunwook â you had kissed him gently, sweetly; you had handled him with the tenderness warranting a first kiss.
you hadnât thrusted your tongue into his mouth, hadnât eagerly devoured the sounds escaping his lips; hadnât grabbed at him, hadnât dominated his lips like a general at war. but gunwook does to you. because heâs an eager learner, because heâs clever and keen, gunwook takes the framework of what you had taught him and builds a castle.
he takes command of your mouth. gunwook shoves his tongue between your lips and presses against your teeth. he kisses with all the eagerness of a student hungry to please their teacher. he devours you, as if he had been depraved all his life of you, and he had â as far as heâs concerned he hasnât truly lived until heâs kissed you.
âshow me,â he says, mouth still pressed to yours as he speaks. gunwookâs words are muffled, but he doesnât want to pull any further from you. he wonders how anyone gets anything done; gunwook could spend his whole life kissing you. âshow me how to leave a hickey.â
you groan against him. he feels you shift on his thigh. âwe should â shouldnât we slow down? itâs your first time and ââ
âplease,â gunwook begs. âshow me.â
you move your mouth from his and he fights not to follow. you skim your lips along his cheek, along the underside of his jaw. you pull at the collar of his shirt, revealing smooth bronze skin.
you kiss at his neck, mouthing along it. his toes curl and his fingers dig into your flesh. he wants to touch you, wants to feel your skin underneath his fingertips.
when you suck at his skin he canât help the little whine that escapes him, but he canât find it within himself to be embarrassed. each time you suck his dick seems to jump, and when you desperate from him gunwook wants to pull you back.
you press your finger against the bruise. âhere,â you say.
âlet me,â gunwook returns. he pushes at you, leading you back against the couch. you settle, and then gunwook is moving you trap you.
his knees are on either side of your thighs, and he doesnât quite settle all of his weight on you. one of his hands finds its way to your cheek, cupping it; he marvels at how heâs able to cradle the entire side of your face in his palm.
âwookie,â you murmur, eyes wide and mouth tempting.
and so gunwook dives down, mouth latching to your neck, ready to show you what heâs learned.
âasking them why they didnât kiss you after your date!â
pairing: crush!zb1 x gn!reader
genre: fluff <33
warnings: no yujin!!, cursing, âprettyâ?? idk if thatâs fem coded so iâm just mentioning it!
notes: did we see the nct wish stage at smtown!! they did so well i love them <33 also!! i tagged this as crush!zb1 bc i get really confused w the different talking stagesâŠlike wdym seeing someone, going out w someone & dating arenât all the same?! weird nuance will be the death of me
Helloooo!!!<3 I was js wondering if i could make a req... I saw the reader accidentally confessing to gyuvin post and i was wondering if you could do another member??? I love ur layout nd work. Continue shining babes<333
Hiii! I tried to do smth similar with Zhang Hao! Thank you so much for requesting! I hope that you liked it!ALSO TYSMMMâĄ
summary;Â You think you know about the world around you, but one day you find out you don't know anything. When you start to fall about it's your boss Wen Junhui who picks up the pieces and keeps you safe.Â
content warnings; a lot of dark themes including: sexual assault, murder, guns, knives, beating, fighting, selling of guns, selling/using drugs, alcohol/eating, crying and dealing with trauma, mild dubcon. mob boss!junhui, second in command!minghao, security!mingyu, assistant!reader.
smut warnings;Â hard mean dom!junhui, sub!reader, dom!minhao. unprotected/protected sex, creampie, threesome, multiple sex scenes, rough sex, impact play, degrading, pet names, degrading names, dumbfication/objectfication to a degree, hand job, fingering, oral (m&f receiving & giving), crying/dacryphilia, innocence kink (no explicitly said), breast play, body worship. I am very certain I have left something out.
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a/n; this fic is for my @onlyhuis. thank you for not only editing this for me but supporting me every single word along the way. i hope you enjoy this one so so much my little huihui. with that said -- this fic is VERY dark and could be a lot for some of you to read. please be sure to read the warnings before reading so that you are prepared for what you are reading.
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âI literally donât give a fuck. Get his ass out of my sight.âÂ
Your brows raise as you look down at the tablet in your arms when the sound of your boss's voice rings through the bar. Someone had pissed him off and you were just happy it wasnât you this time. Wen Junhui was an important man to a lot of people and for a lot of reasons, most of those reasons you chose to ignore and just do your job.Â
There were a lot of things in your job that you had to ignore in order to keep it. Things like money appearing in large quantities with little to no explanation and meeting someone only to never see them again after they opened their mouth just a little too much.Â
Glancing towards Junâs office, you watch as one such man is being pulled out by Xu Minghao, Junâs second in command. You meet the desperate manâs eyes only briefly before dropping yours, but itâs enough to give him hope as he pulls against Minghaoâs arms, trying to move back towards the bar where you were standing.Â
âHey! Hey, lady, pretty lady! I'm in here all the time. You âmember me right?âÂ
Scoffing, Minghao shakes his head, nodding towards security at the front door for help. You watch under lowered lashes as Kim Mingyu takes one of the manâs arms, helping Minghao drag him towards the exit as he continues to ask you for help.
âI had the fuckinâ money! This is bullshit!âÂ
You let out a breath you hadn't realized you had been holding when Minghao walked back through the door, letting Mingyu shut it behind them. Wiping his hands off on the front of his shirt, the man lifts his eyebrows at you as you try to look busy with your previous task.
âYouâve been told not to look at trash when Iâm taking it out. You donât remember things very well to be so pretty, Y/N.âÂ
Sighing, you finally meet Minghaoâs eyes as he leans against the bar in front of you. You knew what you had been told; it was just that it was easier said than done to ignore something kicking and screaming as they were being dragged out of a building.Â
âIâm sorry. I shouldâve gone to the back when I heard Mr. Wen yeâexpress his displeasure.âÂ
You watch as a smirk pulls at one side of Minghaoâs lips when you correct how you talk about your boss and his best friend. He had a soft spot for you and he knew you were doing your best.Â
ââLeast you know what you should've done.âÂ
âHao!âÂ
Looking back towards Junâs office when his name is called, Minghao purses his lips and pats the bar with his hand before giving you one more lingering look. You watch him until he disappears into your bossâs office and the door is left cracked so that only a low conversation can be heard.Â
You spent most of your days and nights at Moonlight Lounge. Since you had been introduced to Jun and taken on the unique position of his personal assistant, your life had changed dramatically. You were in charge of managing most of his personal accountsâbut never his business accountsâand you were the one who kept his schedule to the minute.Â
âY/N!âÂ
Hearing your name being yelled by Jun wasnât an unusual occurrence but he didnât sound pleased, though that wasnât a new fact either. You werenât friends with your boss and you werenât sure if you ever would be.Â
Holding the tablet closer to your chest, you glance towards Mingyu, who grimaces at how your name was said before turning away as you turn towards the office door. Everyone knew that one moment could make or break how your day was going to go at the lounge, and you had caused more of a disturbance by looking at the man as he had been dragged out.Â
Knocking on the door, you slip inside, feeling two sets of eyes on you as Minghao sits against a sidebar console on the right of Junâs desk and Jun himself sits behind the large desk with a frown on his face. Lifting your eyes you try to skirt around Junâs eyes but the man leans his head to catch your gaze before sighing and pushing his tongue into his cheek.
âSit down. Jesus ChristâŠâ
He was in a mood and there was nothing you could do to change it. Slipping into the leather chair, you clear your throat and rest your tablet on your lap, straightening your spine so that you feel taller and less small under Junâs gaze. Lifting his hand, he pushes his glasses up his nose before reaching for the tumbler of whiskey in front of him, taking a sip and sitting it down hard.Â
âTonight we have some important guests coming to the lounge. I want to make sure we have some of the girls prepared to serve them but I want you to steer clear of that section.â Â
Furrowing your brows, you give him a confused look when he doesnât yell at you for what happened but instead goes to your task for the night. Glancing towards Minghao, you slide the pen from your tablet and stutter for a moment before opening the notepad to take notes.Â
âIâwhâohâŠsure. Do I know who the guests are? So that I can tell them? And so that I can make sure there are adequate refreshments for their visit.âÂ
Jun narrows his eyes at you before letting them move along your frame appraisingly as you switch into assistant mode and out of scared little kitten mode. You were stunning and when you wanted to be, you could be fierce. You had shown it on more than one occasion but Jun still had an urge to keep a close eye on you, like he did anything else that belonged to him.Â
âThey areâŠâ Smirking, Jun looks over to Minghao, lifting his hands in a question before sighing. âCompetition and nothing more, darling. Donât give them top shelf; we donât serve that to those who donât deserve it.âÂ
Swallowing hard at the pet name, you make some limited notes as Jun watches you carefully. It wasnât the first time he had called you darling or some other variation of a pet name, but it still made you nervous every single time. Rolling his eyes, Minghao crosses his arms and leans his head back as he watches Jun stare at you. He knew exactly what he was doing, even if you didnât.Â
âI think that handles everything. Make sure they are happy, but not too happy. I want them to be jealous of what they canât achieve. You get what Iâm saying?âÂ
Nodding, you bite at your bottom lip, making Jun tilt his head as he watches intently. You mutter to yourself, writing down a few of the waitress's names along with your suggestions for how the guests should be handled before looking up to meet Junâs eyes and feeling your cheeks burn at how he is looking at you.Â
âUh, yeah, I mean, yes, sir, Mr. Wen. Iâll take care of everything.âÂ
Gesturing towards the door, Jun smirks as you pop up out of your seat quickly, ready to leave. He knew he was intense and he knew you were crumbling under him. He wanted you under him in more ways than one, but he had patience and an inkling of respect about him.Â
âGood girl. Iâll see you tonight then.â
Counting the bottles of alcohol as they are loaded onto the tray, you shake your head, reaching for one as one of the waitresses passes by you.Â
âI told you, Mr. Wen said, âno top shelfâ.âÂ
Stopping, the girl gives you a nervous look as she glances from you towards the VIP section that she had been tasked with by you. You could hear the loud laughter of the men over the music coming from the lounge, even from where you stood at the bar.Â
âI know, itâs justâthey asked for it. They kinda scare me, Y/N. Canât I just give them that bottle?âÂ
Looking at the bottle of expensive vodka in your hand, you narrow your eyes at where you knew the men were before rolling your eyes at the girlâs words. It wasnât her fault. Most of the clientele at the Moonlight Lounge could be rough around the edges but it seemed this particular group was even worse.Â
You could hear Junâs voice echoing in your head as you put the bottle behind the bar and took the tray from the younger girl, making her whisper a small thank you in return. You knew you were going against what you had been told to do, the rules, and your better judgment⊠but it was better you than some helpless waitress.Â
Luckily, you had dressed for the night. Donning a tight black turtleneck sleeveless dress that ended at your thighs, your thigh high boots finished off your outfit, making you look classy enough to pass as management. Swallowing hard, you put on your best face as you approach the curved booth, seeing a group of three unfamiliar men. You could tell they at least felt important and had some money to their name from the amount on the table, the baggies of white powder, and gold on their fingers.Â
âYour drinks, gentlemen.âÂ
Putting the tray down on the table, you can feel as the man to your right leans out to examine you from head to toe. There was no mistaking what he was looking at or how he was looking at you like a piece of meat as the other two laughed before reaching for the various bottles of booze in front of them.Â
âHey, heyâŠnah, sweetheart. We ordered Beluga vodka, not this rubbing alcohol shit.âÂ
Stepping back from the table, you try to stay out of reach of the manâs grasp, causing all three of the men to scoff at your reaction.Â
âMm, Iâm aware of your order... Mr. â?âÂ
âYou can just call me Sir, baby, and you can get your pretty little ass back to that bar and get me my fucking vodka if you are so goddamn aware of it.âÂ
Pushing your tongue into your cheek, you can feel the frustration rising in you as you try to keep your composure. You didnât want to insult the guests, but you also didnât enjoy being talked to the way you were. Meeting the eye of the man who referred to himself as "Sir,"Â you lift your brow and decide to stand your ground, shaking your head.Â
âI wonât be doing that. These are the drinks you are allowed to have by Mr. Wen and you will enjoy them or you won't, Sir. Have a good night.âÂ
Turning on your heels, you feel good about how you ended the conversation. You can feel the pressure of the conflict lifting off you as you round the corner and enter the hallway, getting away from the constant bass of the music and the smell of the alcohol. You donât see the pissed off look on the manâs face as you disrespect him and you donât hear as he says he wonât let you get off that easy.Â
The rest of the night goes by like every other without incident. You find yourself yawning as you walk through the parking lot towards your car, your hand in your purse, when hands push you forward hard. The feeling of the breath being knocked out of your lungs is the first thing that you feel as your chest meets the side of your car, the next is lips against your cheek as you hear the sound of the manâs voice, Sir.Â
âPretty little bitch... you have fun disrespecting me tonight?âÂ
Pushing back against him, you find that you canât move with how tightly his fingers dig into your arms as his body pushes into yours from behind. Tears well up in your eyes from anger and fear as you try to look around the dark parking lot for anyone, but you were almost always the last person to leave the bar every night.Â
âPleaseâŠstop.âÂ
You feel the manâs lips pull up in a smirk as he pulls your arms behind you so he can hold them with one hand, freeing up one of his hands. With his free hand, he tugs at your dress, pulling it towards your hip, even as you stomp your feet back at his boots, making him laugh. That is when you hear the other two men, who had been with him inside, laugh.Â
âWhatâs your name? Nah, you know what? I donât give a fuck. Just another little whore that works for Wen.â Hearing your bossâs name, you let out a loud scream, causing the man to push you against your car over your hood as his fingers trailed along your inner thigh upwards. âHe likes to throw out the trash. We can show you where when we are done. Have you ever seen?â
The next sound you hear is a loud pop, followed by two others. You can only scream when the man collapses on top of you, something warm and wet soaking through the back of your dress as you struggle under him. The weight of his body is pulled from you and a hand is placed over your eyes as you start to flail your arms to fight.Â
âY/N! Stop, itâs me. ShhâŠdarling. StopâŠIâll move my hand, but keep your eyes closed for me?âÂ
Junâs voice and his arm moving around your waist to pull you back around against him like an anchor help calm you down. You hold his wrist tightly to your stomach, feeling his hand move from over your eyes as you keep them shut tightly out of fear of what you would see if you did open them. The smell of copper fills your nose.Â
You feel hands tug your dress back down around your thighs when Jun finally pries his arm from your grasp and then a warm coat placed around your shoulders. When he tries to step away, leaving you standing there with your eyes closed, you start to panic, prompting him to shush you, his fingers running over your cheek as he leans you against your car.Â
âIâm right here, baby. Iâm not leaving you. Keep those eyes closed.âÂ
Nodding, you hold tightly to the leather and fur jacket around your arms as you listen to the hushed voices of Jun, Minghao, and Mingyu. You hear the sounds of something heavy being dragged along the pavement and then the slamming of a trunk causes you to jump.Â
Jun watches you as Mingyu grunts, lifting the last of the trash off the ground and into one of the trunks. He had gotten lucky that you had screamed and that he had known you hadnât listened to him earlier. He knew you had gone to their table but he never thought something this drastic would happen.Â
âMotherfuckersâŠâÂ
Nodding along with Minghaoâs words, Jun runs his fingers through his hair before letting out a long sigh. He knew there were people who would come looking for those who had done this to you and there were those who had seen you talking to them at the table tonight.Â
âWhat do you wanna do about Y/N?âÂ
Pursing his lips, Jun watches as you visibly tremble a few feet away from them. You werenât safe anymore and he couldnât just let you go back to your apartment and hope for the best.Â
âIâll handle it.âÂ
Furrowing his brows, Minghao lifts his hands in confusion before moving towards Mingyu to close the last trunk as Jun moves back to you. You can feel his hands ghost over your arms before they finally rest on your biceps and he takes a breath, tilting his head and looking at your furrowed brow.Â
âYou can open your eyes now, Y/N.âÂ
Shaking your head, you find you're afraid to. What would you see? Would there be blood everywhere? Bodies? Whimpering, you open one eye only to see Jun in front of you before you open both eyes and glance around you.Â
Tears stream down your cheeks when you notice the dark spots on the pavement, because you know what they are. You know what is running down your back through your dress and it makes your stomach tighten. Lifting his hand, Jun runs his fingers over your cheek and shakes his head.Â
âYou canât go home. Itâs not safe⊠you understand that, right?âÂ
Shrugging, you try to speak but all you can do is let out a sob. Junâs thumb continues to stroke your cheek as he watches you intently, almost studying you.Â
âIâm going to take you to my penthouse. You can stay with me for a while. Iâll keep you safe.â
It doesnât dawn on you where you are or what that means until you are standing in Junâs living room, looking out of the large window to the city below. You can feel the weight of everything around you, just like you can feel the dried blood on your back, causing your dress to stick to your skin.Â
Furrowing his brows, Jun watches you as he keeps his voice low with his cellphone resting between his shoulder and his ear. You had been quiet since he had put you in his car and told you that you couldnât go back to your apartment. He had told you at least three times why you couldnât, but maybe now it was sinking in for you.Â
âNo, just grab some of her clothes and put them in a bag. Iâll buy new shit if I need to, but for now, I think sheâd want her own things.âÂ
Rolling his eyes at Minghaoâs response, Jun leans against his sofa, glancing down at his nails at some dried blood caked under them, making him grimace.
âHao, just do it, alright? I donât wanna fuckinâ argue with you right now. Drop it off in the morning.âÂ
Hanging up the phone, Jun lifts his eyes back to you as he sighs. He knew you were scared and confused, but that was the world that he was living in and it was the world that you started living in the moment you took your job. He couldnât help but want to protect you from it still, just like he had shielded your eyes at the lounge.Â
âY/N, I am having Minghao pick up some of your personal items so that perhaps it will feel a bit more comfortable here.âÂ
Scoffing, you pull the borrowed jacket around you tighter, hearing your boss get closer to you. In truth, you were frightened of him just as much as you were thankful to him for saving you. You werenât sure how his large penthouse could ever feel comfortable for you.Â
Pushing his tongue into his cheek out of annoyance at your reaction, Jun moves to stand behind you, looking at your reflection in the window. Lifting his hands to your arms, Jun feels your body stiffen under his touch before he sighs, leaning forward to speak next to your ear.Â
âI will never hurt you, darling. I took care of those who did, remember?âÂ
Watching you nod, Jun feels your shoulders relax some so that he can slide his jacket down your arms, making you whine at the feeling of what was left. Your dress felt stiff and ruined, making you shift uncomfortably.Â
âI know, Mr. Wen. I-I..Iâm grateful. Could I just... I want to go home. I want to go take a shower and go to bed.âÂ
Jun frowns as he watches you struggle with your words. He knew there was blood on your skin and it made him furious. Leaning back to look over your frame, he shakes his head at your words and at his own assessment of your condition, noting the trail of blood running down the back of your thigh.Â
âIâve explained it to you multiple times. You arenât safe there, but here you are.â Meeting your eyes in the reflection of the window, Jun lifts his brows as you frown at him. âYou can shower here and Iâll find you something to wear. Youâll sleep just fine here with me, where you are safe. Do I make myself clear?âÂ
When you donât answer right away, Jun rolls his eyes, turning you towards him so that he can look you in the eyes instead of just at your reflection. The look in his eyes is a mixture of intense and concerned, making you flustered and confused as you find yourself nodding in agreement.Â
âGood girl. Come on.âÂ
Taking your hand into his, Jun takes the time to point out various rooms before leading you into a large bedroom.Â
âYou are welcome to anything in the kitchen and nothing is off limits to you. I just ask that you follow my rules while you are here.â Sighing, Jun gestures towards the ensuite as he continues to speak to you, dropping your hand. âYou can use my shower.âÂ
Moving towards the dresser across from the end of the bed, he mutters under his breath to himself, too low for you to understand, as you watch him in disbelief.Â
âUhâŠMr. Wen?â
Humming out a response, Jun furrows his brows, taking out one of his black cotton shirts and turning back towards you. He could see the confusion in your eyes, but he wasnât sure what there was to be confused about. He had explained everything.Â
âWhat? Also, letâs cut the formality, shall we? Just call me Jun. Iâm going to get annoyed with the âMr. Wenâ bullshit.âÂ
The idea of calling your boss by his first name makes your head spin, but you find yourself even more taken aback as he kneels in front of you to unzip your boots. Glancing up at you, Jun lifts his hand as if to say âgo onâ before helping you lift your leg, slipping your foot out of your shoe.Â
âIâumâŠokay. I could do that⊠But I was just going to say, isn't there a guest bathroom that I can use the shower in?âÂ
Lifting his brow as if you had just slapped him, Jun meets your eyes, removing your other boot and tossing it over his shoulder. You watch him stand as he scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief at your obviously stupid question.Â
âOf course I do, kitten. Clearly, I have guest rooms, but I donât want you to use those showers. I brought you to mine. Itâs called keeping an eye on you. Iâve explained this.âÂ
You could hear the annoyance in his breath at having to repeat himself. You were frustrated at having to hear him say it again and again, but it wasnât making any sense. You were in some sort of twilight zone and you needed to wake up. Maybe that was all this wasâa dream. You hadnât been attacked. No one had been shot and your boss wasnât lacing his fingers with yours, leading you into his bathroom.
Jun watches you as he leans into his large shower to turn on the water. You were standing with your eyes closed, almost as if you could make something appear or disappear in front of you, but as soon as the water turned on, you jumped, and he tightened his grip on your hand. You were right back to acting like that scared little kitten from his office earlier in the day. He could see your eyes darting around to avoid him and the moment his hand was away from yours, you were wandering away from him towards the counter, making him groan out of frustration.Â
âDo I need to do everything?âÂ
Your eyes snap to Jun when he questions you and starts to move towards you once again. You can feel panic rise in your chest at the idea of what he might do even if you know he isnât trying to hurt you. All you can think about in your head is the hand of the man from the lounge on your thigh tugging your dress up.Â
âNo! IâI can! I can do it!âÂ
Jun furrows his brows when you yell at him. He could see the fear in your eyes when you looked at him even though he had promised not to hurt you, but he couldnât really fault you. Of course you would be scared of someone being that close after what happened. Taking a step back he puts up his hands to show you heâs not going to do something you donât want.Â
âOkay, Iâll be right outside the room then. Iâm not trying to upset you, Y/N. I told you I wouldnât hurt you and I meant it. Iâm⊠fuckâIâm trying to help you.âÂ
You watch as Jun gives you one last look, a sad almost wounded look in his eyes as he watches your hands shake when you reach out to hold onto the counter in front of you for stability. You could tell he was struggling to leave you alone and the moment, but he was doing it for you.Â
Reaching the door Jun groans under this breath, lifting his hand to run it through his hair as he leans against the wall just outside of the bathroom. He remembered the desperation locked in your gaze and the confusion. As much as you wanted to play a tough act and go home, he could picture you wandering some dark, dingy apartment in your blood stained dress for hours. You needed someone to take care of you.Â
Closing your eyes for a moment once you are alone in the bathroom, you feel your legs tremble as the weight of the day seems to close in around you. The quartz of the counter under your fingertips feels like fragile glass and the silence feels like a roaring wave and you realize that this is what it would be like to be at home alone. You didnât have a roommate, there was no family waiting for you. You would just be sitting on your bed completely alone stuck in a never ending silence as the world collapsed around you.Â
Tears stream down your face as you reach for the end of your dress trying to pull on it in an attempt to try to undress yourself but itâs all too much. Opening your eyes, you search the door for Jun letting out a soft sob of his name just wanting him to come back realizing you canât do this without him. It didnât make sense but he was a buoy keeping you from drifting off into the middle of the sea.
Hearing his name whispered between your sobs, Jun furrows his brows looking around the door frame to meet your eyes. The sight of you almost breaks his heart and makes him move to you taking your face into his hand as he rests his other against the counter. Sighing, Jun shakes his head studying your pretty face as you shake your head prompting him to help you.Â
âY/N, you need to take your clothes off.â
You lean into Junâs touch as his thumb strums against your cheekbone. He waits for you to nod before he steps away and leans against the counter, glancing down trying to give you back some privacy. He was going to stay where you needed him, but he was going to let you try to do this yourself. Â
Sniffing back your tears you move your eyes from Jun and towards the mirror in front of you as you once again try to work up the courage to pull up your dress. When your eyes meet yourself in the steamed up mirror, they fall to a smear of dried blood on the side of your neck right above the top of your turtleneck.Â
Jun furrows his brows, listening to the sounds of your breath quickening to the point of panic, his hands tighten at his side before he mutters, âfuck, and looks up to see you still dressed, rubbing your hand at the blood on your neck. Moving to you, he takes your hand, with one hand wrapping the other around your waist, to pull you back against him, shushing you.Â
âLeave it. Thatâs what the water is for, baby. I was going to justâwell, stand here and make sure you were okay but if you canât even undress yourselfââÂ
Fingers slide from your waist to your thigh, carefully bunching your dress up your thigh, making you put your hand over Junâs. Lifting his brows, he meets your eyes in the mirror, waiting for you to move your trembling hand giving him permission to continue. Jun takes a step back and slides your dress up your body. You feel shame and something else wash over you as Jun hums softly, helping you work the dress over your head before dropping it onto the counter.Â
Luckily and unluckily for Jun, his eyes were moving over your back and to the dried blood that had transferred onto your body through your dress. While he was enjoying the view of your body on display in front of him, the idea of it being tainted by some piece of trashâs blood was enough to keep him from getting aroused. He needed to get you clean.Â
This was not a situation you ever thought you would find yourself inâin your underwear, in your bossâs bathroom as he undressed youâbut as Jun ran his hands along your arms soothingly, you found yourself somehow relaxing. Even under his intense gaze, there was a calm in the storm.Â
âThese next, okay, Y/N?âÂ
Swallowing hard, you nod and lift your hands, resting them over the cups of your bra as you feel the garment give way as Junâs fingers undo the clasp. The straps fall down your shoulders and you lower your eyes, moving one hand and then the other before covering your breasts once again.Â
Shaking his head at how you try to keep your modesty, Jun takes a breath, pushing his fingers into top of your panties at your hips and pushing them down before letting gravity do the rest. What was the point of your need for modesty now? You were stunning and if it werenât for the blood spoiling his view, Jun would have let you know then.Â
âGo ahead, darling... Iâll be right here.âÂ
Leaning back against the counter, Jun lifts his brow at you as you shift sideways, trying to keep yourself covered, sliding into the glass shower and pulling the door closed behind you. The steam gave you some privacy, but it still allowed you to see where Jun was, which for some reason, made you feel at ease.Â
Glancing back down at his nails, Jun takes a deep breath, hearing the water hitting your body before it hits the shower floor. It was a welcomed sound and one that he hoped to enjoy for himself once you were safely tucked away in his bed.Â
Running his thumbnail under his index nail to clean out the blood he had seen earlier, Jun glances towards the shower, watching you lean your head back as the water rains down over you. He could see the dark red washing down the drain at your feet and he hoped that you would be able to get it all off without him.Â
âY/NâŠLet the water hit your back for a bit.âÂ
You furrow your brows at Junâs voice, looking over your shoulder at him meeting his eyes through the glass. You knew that was where your dress had been sticking to you the most. Nodding, you step to your right, letting the water hit your back before you glance down at your feet.Â
Jun is quick to open the door when you let out a loud gasp, your hand reaching for the door as you see the blood going down the drain. Tears mix with the water running down your face as Jun pulls you against him, stepping under the shower with you.Â
Your eyes drop back down to the drain where your feet rest between Junâs. You see blood mixing with water running over his feet and yours before you lean your head back against his shoulder, feeling his wet shirt against your neck.Â
âYouâre getting your clothes wet, Jun.â Sniffing between sobs, you look back down seeing less blood going down the drain but it was still enough to make you tremble in his arms. âAnd the blood⊠itâs on your feet.â Â
Jun shakes his head, stepping away from you, keeping one hand on your arm as he uses the other to run it over your lower back, rubbing away the blood before glancing up at your face.Â
âYouâre worried about my clothes getting wet?âÂ
Smiling into his words, Jun sighs and furrows his brows carefully, swiping at some blood on your ass before moving to your thighs as he keeps talking, feeling you looking back at him as he focuses.Â
âThe blood isnât yours or mine, thatâs what is important. And itâs going down the drain where it belongs.â Pursing his lips, Jun meets your eyes briefly before wanting to once again distract you, protect you from looking at any more blood going down the drain. âWhat did I tell you when I hired you?âÂ
Shaking your head, you look at Jun, confused at why he would even be asking you something like that when you are so upset. Lifting your hand you swipe at tears and water on your face scoffing until he speaks again.Â
âTell me, Y/N.âÂ
His voice is stern but there is a layer of kindness to it that you were starting to get used to tonight. It was comforting and made you want to recall the conversation for him.Â
âYouâuh, you said that I was too sweet for the job. You said it would break me.âÂ
Nodding, Jun tilts his head, turning you to face him and glancing down the length of your body. At first, you feel incredibly exposed and self conscious, but after a moment, you realize he doesnât even seem to be looking at your body but instead for blood. Finally, his eyes lift to meet yours and he licks water from his lips, taking a step back from you.Â
âNow I have to put you back together...â
Running a towel over his wet hair, Jun leans against the door frame, looking at you curled up on his bed. You seemed to be finally resting after he had left you to get dressed in the t-shirt he had pulled from his dresser so he could take his own shower. In truth, he had worried you might try to wander off in the penthouse or even out of it, but he was happy to see you on his bed. Your bare legs were pulled up slightly as the comforter rested at your knees.Â
Before, Jun had been more focused on making sure you were okay. He had been able to keep himself from letting his eyes look over your body in anything other than concern, but now as you lay in his bed in his clothes, it was harder to do that.Â
Swallowing hard, Jun glances down at his bare chest, running the towel in his hand over some drops of water that had fallen from his hair before tossing the towel into the hamper and moving into the bedroom. He was already dressed in sweatpants, but he didnât feel the need to put on anything else, knowing he was just going to lay down on the bed near you. Jun was tired, but he had a feeling it would be a restless night.Â
Your eyes follow Jun as he moves around his bed, lifting his hand to run his fingers through the wet strands. You canât help but let your eyes move over his torso and arms. While you were having one of the worst days in your life, the man in front of you was treating you with the most care you had ever experienced on that worst day, and he looked like he was chiseled from stone.Â
Pushing your head down so that your lips are under your arm, you shift slightly when Jun lays down beside you. Staying quiet, your brows furrow as he groans under his breath, feeling the weight of the day in his back. He hadnât looked over at you yet, but you find yourself furrowing your brows in concern as his eyes close tightly and he arches his back to stretch it.Â
âAre you okay?âÂ
Your voice is soft, and Junâs brows relax the moment it reaches his ears. He had thought you were asleep. His bed was big enough that he wasnât that close to you and he knew he wasnât being so loud that he would have woken you up, unless you were an incredibly light sleeperâclearly you hadnât been asleep as he thought. Glancing over to you as he rests back on the bed, Jun lets his eyes move over your face as you hide half of it behind your arm. You were too pretty to hide like that but it wasnât the time to make you do anything different.Â
ââCourse. Your turn to worry about me now?âÂ
You canât help but smile at Junâs words before rolling your eyes, knowing heâs teasing you. You can see the small smile pulling at his lips as he turns on his side to face you; his arm is almost long enough that his fingers are able to brush your arm, but he doesnât.Â
âI was just asking. You sounded like you were in pain. Iââ Moving your arm so you can speak more clearly, you watch as Junâs brows furrow once again when your arm ends up against his fingers. âIâm just⊠I didnât mean for any of this to happen. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He didnât want your apology and he didnât need it. Sighing, Jun adjusts his head on his arm, testing the waters as he rests the back of his index finger against your arm and runs his thumb along the side of it gently as he talks, feeling goosebumps spread under his touch.Â
âShit happens when you live like we do, Y/N. I told you that. I knew who those pricks were and what they were capable of. I didnât want them around you for a reason.âÂ
Your eyes shift to where Junâs fingers rest against your arm as you listen to him speak. You know that you can move or ask him to stop, but you find yourself not wanting either of those things. There is comfort in his touch. Itâs the same comfort that you felt from the moment he put his hands over your eyes to shield you from what he had done to save you.Â
âI know. I shouldnât have gone against that⊠Itâs justâif it hadnât been me, it would have been one of the others. I think I know that now. None of the girls were comfortable.âÂ
Taking in a deep breath, Jun nods, drawing a small circle with his thumb near your wrist before wrapping his fingers around it, lightly letting your arm rest in his palm.Â
âIf we want to point fingers, there are plenty to point in all directions. I shouldnât have allowed them into the bar. I knew what they were⊠I know who they work for.âÂ
Your fingers tremble as you lift your eyes to meet Junâs. With how he is holding your wrist in his, you are able to drop your hand and rest it on the inside of his forearm, the tips of your fingers brushing over his skin. You watch him for a moment, watching the way his lips fall open to the sensation before Jun licks his lips and glances at yours as you speak.Â
âI donât blame you. Iâwell honestly, before... when we were in your car, I probably wanted to.âÂ
A smile pulls at Junâs lips when you confess your thoughts to him. Your touch was so light, yet it made his skin feel like it was on fire. It was such an innocent thing and it had him trying so hard to keep himself in check.Â
âYeah? What changed?âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you analyze Junâs smile. You had seen many of his smiles in the few months that you had been working for him but this one was different. If anyone had asked you to describe your boss before tonight, you would have called him stern, cold, indifferent, and even cruel. Watching Jun now, the way his brows furrow and then relax with worry as you stay quiet for longer than he would like, you know it would be different. The man you were getting to know now was guarded, caring, and warm.Â
âYou did.â
The sound of voices pulls you from your sleep. Glancing around the unfamiliar room, you start panicking at first, reaching for where Jun had been, only to find the smooth satin sheet under your fingers. Itâs only the sound of his voice and that of his laughter that brings your heart rate back down, making you realize he hadnât left you; he was just in another room.
Furrowing your brows, you try to listen carefully to what Jun is saying and who else is talking when it dawns on you that the other voice belongs to Minghao. The next thing that hits you is the smell of food and the sound of your stomach growling. It had been far too long since you had eaten and you were starting to feel it.Â
Sitting up, you glance around for something to put on your lower half, only for a smile to pull at your lips when you notice a familiar bag next to the end of the bed. Jun had told you that Minghao was going to bring you things from your place and it had seemed that both had kept their promise. Sliding from the bed, you glance towards the door before pulling the bag up and onto the floor, opening it to see what had been packed for you.Â
Jun glances back down the hall for the umpteenth time, making Minghao roll his eyes with a smirk on his face. He had seen Jun watch you at the bar, but it was never this bad. Sure, Minghao understood the gravity of what had happened, but it wasnât like there was danger lingering in the doorway to the bedroom at all times. You were simply sleeping in after a difficult day.Â
âSheâs fine. Stop being such a fuckinââÂ
Pointing the kitchen knife in the direction of his best friend, Jun stops Minghao before he starts. He knew he would never actually hurt him; however, that didnât make Jun any less threatening with a sharp object in his hands. Lifting his hands from his thighs, Minghao leans back on the kitchen bar stool, his eyes falling to the vegetables that Jun had been cutting up to go into the omelette he was making for you.Â
âFine⊠so sensitive in the morning. Youâve never cooked for me.â
Scoffing, Jun adds the chives to his bowl as he meets Minghaoâs eyes, whisking them in with the eggs.Â
"Well, I donât like you so...âÂ
You couldnât help the smile that was pulling at your lips as you watched the two men bantering in the kitchen. You didnât want to interrupt them, but after you had gotten dressed in some of the jeans and a long sleeved shirt, you followed their voices and the smell of the food. Now you were leaning against the tall cabinets, biting at your thumbnail, trying to stay quiet until Minghao noticed you and his brows raised in interest.Â
Jun wasnât the only one that found you attractive; maybe he was just a bit more forward with it, but Minghao couldnât help but let his eyes move over you in the simple outfit. Taking a breath, the man drops his eyes when Jun notices him staring over his shoulder, making him curious at what could be so interesting that Minghaoâs face had lit up. One glance in your direction told him everything he needed to know.Â
âHey, morning. Iâm making you some food. Come here⊠Do uhâyou like eggs? I donât actually know.âÂ
Still smiling, you feel your cheeks burn at their attention as Minghao peeks back up to watch you moving closer, your bare feet on the tile as you glance into the pan, watching the omelette cook.Â
âIt smells so good. I do like eggs. I should be cooking for you, though.âÂ
Scoffing, Jun turns his body so there is no way you could take the pan from him after hearing you laugh softly. His eyes follow you as you move around the island to take a seat next to Minghao, who presses his lips together before looking over at you. Jun furrows his brows at the manâs reaction. It was like he was attracted to you, but that was ridiculous, right?
âMorning, Minghao. Thank you for bringing me stuff from my house.âÂ
Smirking softly, Minghao nods, his eyes moving along your face as his fingers slowly tap against his arm.Â
âNo problem. I didnât have a choice anyway, but it wasnât the worst thing this asshole has ever made me do.âÂ
Jun rolls his eyes as he tilts the pan towards a plate, letting the omelette slide out onto it. He knew that while Minghao was teasing him, he also wasnât lying. There had been plenty that he had asked of him, and asking him to pack up a few things from your house was one of the easiest things he had ever done.Â
Sliding the plate across the island, Jun watches as you smile up at him, taking it with a small thank you before you pick up the fork and glance at both of the men with a laugh. Neither of them had food in front of them and Jun was already cleaning up where he had been cooking.
âWait? You arenât going to eat too?âÂ
Leaning back in his chair, Minghao shakes his head. He extends his arm to rest it on the back of your chair out of habit as he looks towards Jun, who sighs softly, using his forearm to turn on the sink.Â
âWe already did. You slept in, Y/N. Donât worry about us; eat up. You want something to drink?âÂ
Cutting into the omelette, you sigh, glancing towards Minghao as he asks you about a drink. Why are both of them taking care of you now? The look in his eyes was so similar to Junâs when he took the time to dry you off after your shower before pulling his shirt down over your body.Â
âUm⊠yes?âÂ
Nodding as he slides out of his chair, Minghao moves around Jun as if he belongs in the penthouse, opening the fridge to take out a pitcher of juice. You watch as the men exchange a few words in passing, with Jun passing a glass to Minghao before the glass is then slid over to you. Taking your first bite of food, you let out a breath through your nose in disbelief at how both of them are acting compared to how you remember watching Minghao drag a man out of Junâs office the day before.Â
âWhat? You donât like orange juice? Everyone likes orange juice, doll.â
After a couple of days of being in Junâs penthouse, you were starting to go stir crazy. You were feeling more like yourself and it was getting harder and harder to act normal around Jun while sleeping next to him every night. While Jun had his office in his penthouse and all of the comforts of his home around him, you were a visitor with a bag and wandering eyes.Â
Jun had gone to great lengths to try to keep you entertained. He had given you access to his credit cards and a laptop, which you refused to use. You had access to his entire penthouse, including a pool, and yet you were sitting on the reading sofa in his office. Glancing up from his desk over his glasses as you sigh for what he could only assume was the twentieth time in the last hour, his resolve breaks.Â
âY/N⊠are you struggling to breathe, darling?âÂ
Looking up from your phone, you pout at Jun as he uses his index finger to pull his glasses down his nose, getting a better look at you from the distance from the desk to the sofa. You could feel your mouth go dry at how he was looking at you. There was a sense of danger in his gaze. You could tell he was annoyed with you, but so were you. Worst of all, you were bored, and you were starting to get homesick.Â
âMaybe. Itâs stuffy in this penthouse. I want to go out.âÂ
Scoffing, Jun pushes his glasses back up his nose, looking back at his computer screen. You have already tried this a few times today. He knew you wanted to leave, but you were forgetting how much danger you were in. The trauma was starting to be masked by impatience. Meanwhile, he was often reminded of just how real the danger was.Â
âI bet you do. Go for a swim, then youâll be outside, darling.âÂ
Leaning your head back, you groan like a petulant child being told no. Smirking to himself at your reaction, Jun clicks through the pictures of the burned cars from his personal garage located at the bar. You hear him sigh, his brow lifting as he rolls his neck. That aura of danger is very present as anger washes over him.Â
âMotherfuckerâŠâÂ
Furrowing your brows, you sit up as if you are going to move towards him when Jun looks at you, making you change your mind.Â
âIâwhatâs wrong?âÂ
Jun simply shakes his head and lifts his hand, pushing his lips hard with his thumb as he tries to think about how to phrase what he wants to tell you. He didnât want you to be as terrified as you were when he first brought you home and he didnât want you to be watching over your shoulder every second for the rest of your life. He knew he would have to take care of this problem but that wasnât something you needed every detail of. No, that was something he could metaphorically shield your eyes from.Â
âJust⊠There was some property damage at the bar. Nothing for you to worry about. Nothing that I canât handle from here.âÂ
You could see there was more on Junâs mind, but something about that look in his eye made you not want to push the subject much more.Â
âOkay⊠âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you sit back on the sofa, watching Jun run his fingers through his hair before he pulls most of it back out of the way. Tilting your head as the minutes pass, you let your eyes move over his face and down to his hands as he works.
Jun glances towards you every few minutes, a smirk pulling up at one side of his lips each time he finds you looking at him, only for you to look away when you get caught. That was becoming a frequent occurrence, and one that he was starting to enjoy. It wasnât just here that it happened, but also as the two of you lay in bed at night or early in the morning. He would wake up to find your eyes on him before you would close your eyes, pretending to still be asleep.Â
You were bored; Jun knew that⊠He also knew you kept thinking about what was going on outside of the penthouse. You were thinking about the bar, your house, friends and family perhaps. You needed a distraction. He could do that. Maybe he had just been holding back too much.Â
Biting his bottom lip, Jun hears you take a deep breath before he looks over at you to watch you once again look away quickly. You were painfully obvious and so fucking adorable. Reaching over with his left hand, Jun turns off his monitor as he tilts his head, watching you try to look busy scrolling through your phone.Â
âKitten?âÂ
Your cheeks burn at the pet name, and your eyes meet Junâs as you glance at him over your phone. He had called you that name before and many others, but this time the name felt different and it made your thighs press together out of instinct.Â
Seeing you shift at his voice, Jun runs his tongue along his teeth. He knew you were listening to him and he had an effect on you. Thatâs all he needed to know. Lifting his right hand, palm up, he bends his index finger back twice, summoning you to him.Â
Just watching Junâs finger move, the look on his face is enough to make your skin feel like itâs on fire. You curse at yourself under your breath for the reaction you have before glancing away. You know you shouldn't be acting like you are over your boss, but a sigh falls from his lips along with your name and you are on your feet, moving towards his desk.Â
Sliding his chair back slightly, Jun follows you with his eyes the entire way until you are standing in front of him. Leaning his head back, he smirks at you, really looking at you for the first time since you stepped into his penthouse. He had been respectful so far, but now you could feel him undressing you with his eyes and you felt exposed and aroused.Â
Leaning your hand against the desk at your right, you take a deep breath, waiting for Jun to speak. You had a good idea where this was headed, but you werenât going to make a complete idiot out of yourself by throwing yourself at him. It was bad enough that you were pressing your thighs together in your jeans as you shifted your legs almost uncomfortably as you stood there waiting.Â
Jun was enjoying making you wait. You looked like a dog waiting for a treat. He had your treat, watching you do the stay command like such a good girl until he said the word. Shifting his legs apart, Jun lets out a breath as he lets his eyes finally move back up to your eyes.Â
âIâll ask this first. Do you want this? I wonât make you do anything, but I donât plan on going easy on you, darling.âÂ
Blinking a few times, you feel your mouth go dry at Junâs words. You hadnât been wrong and you had never been so aroused in your entire life. You knew what had happened to you at the barâthe feeling of the manâs hand on your skinâbut now, as your eyes move over Junâs hand, remembering it on your skin as he took care of you afterwards, you find yourself wanting him to cover up that bad feeling with something good. You just didnât want to give in so easily. Licking your lips, you tilt your head as Jun does the same.Â
âThis? This⊠what? Iâm not sure I know what youâre talking about, Mr. Wen.âÂ
Jun sucks his bottom lip between his teeth at your words, feeling his palm itch. You were being a brat and he knew it. You knew exactly what he meantâespecially with your âMr. Wenâ bullshit. He could hear the purr in your voice and it was making his pants tight. Lifting his hand, Jun scratches his eyebrow, an unamused laugh slipping from between his lips as you shift to stand on one foot, your other allowing your toes to run along your ankle.Â
âMmm, baby.â You canât help the small smile that plays at your lips when you hear the frustration in Junâs voice, his eyes moving over your legs and up your body as he speaks. âIf you think you can tease me and get away with it, you are going to learn you are sorely mistaken. Iâll ask again, more clearly, and I wonât ask again. Do you want me to fuck you, or not?âÂ
Jun watches as the confidence that you had been building to tease him quickly fades at his question. All that brain power that you had thinking up ways to get him riled up was now being used to picture getting your pussy filled by him. It was cute watching how quickly he could make you crumble. Such a smart girl goes dumb and just nods. Pointing at his lips, Jun signals for you to use your words. By clearing your throat, you try to sound louder than you actually are.Â
âIâI want you to.âÂ
Nodding along with your words, Jun reaches out to slide his fingers along your hip, pulling you towards him and causing you to stumble, but he is quick to help you settle on his lap.Â
âThen thatâs all you had to say. Isnât that easier? Brats donât get things they want, but good girls do. Remember that. I donât like when my palm itches, kitten.âÂ
Swallowing hard, you glance down to Junâs hand as he runs it along your thigh. You canât remember a time when you had fallen so hard in lust with another man. Resting your hand on his chest, you meet Junâs eyes once again as he leans his head back to watch you closely, his thumb brushing your inner thigh going further up your leg.Â
âI⊠umââ Watching your legs spread as you struggle to think straight, Jun smirks, moving his hand to the button keeping your jeans clasped. âI donât know what that means. What will you do to me if your palm itches?â
Jun grins, his brows lifting at your question. He wasnât sure if you were still being bratty or seriously asking that question. Pushing his thumb against the clasp of your jeans, he uses his other fingers to work the metal button from its secure hold so that it gives way letting your jeans undo for him.Â
âMeans Iâd have to punish you, baby. Donât make me do that. Understand?âÂ
Lifting his free hand, Jun holds your chin so that you meet his eyes, his other hand sliding along your stomach under your shirt. You sucked in a breath, feeling his thumbnail circle your belly button, Junâs lips pulled up in a smirk as his words seemed to dawn on your face and you nodded.Â
âGood girl. Stand up; let me get you out of these clothes. You donât need them anymore.âÂ
Letting out a shaky breath, you feel your hands tremble as you slide off Junâs lap to stand between his legs. You didnât want to be as easy as you were being with him or as quick as you were to listen to him, but his tone of voice had your mouth drooling and your panties sticking to your folds.Â
Jun tugs at your jeans, pulling them down your legs, letting his eyes move with them. He had seen almost every inch of your body already, but this was completely different. He was able to really drink you in this time. He could allow himself to actually look at you and you were the most stunning thing he had ever seen in his entire life.Â
Sucking in a breath, Junâs eyes focus on the wet spot on the center front of your panties as you lift your legs for him, letting him remove your jeans all together. God, you were already so wet for him. He couldnât wait to see just how wet you were.Â
Jun wanted to take his time with you but there would be plenty of time for that. He was impatient and his cock was straining against his pants as his hands tugged your panties down your legs. You listen to the groan that slips past his lips and your thighs push together in reaction. The sound was almost sinful as he saw how your folds were glistening in the light.Â
Glancing up at you, Jun pushes his hands up your stomach, letting you help him pull your shirt up and over your head. His eyes fall to your breasts, his mouth watering, brow lifting. He had wondered if you were wearing anything under your shirt earlier, but respect for you had stopped him from looking too closeânow he knew his answer.Â
âNow you?âÂ
Smirking at your question, Jun shakes his head, leaning back in his chair. He had no plans on getting as naked as you were. He enjoyed seeing you completely naked in front of him. You whine his name, and Jun gives you a faux pout of concern, lifting his hand to tug open the buttons of his shirt.Â
âYouâll take what I give you and thank me for it.âÂ
Your breath gets caught in your throat as you try to process what Jun has said to you. No man has ever spoken to you like that and you enjoy it. You find yourself trying to fight the goosebumps that spread over your skin at the idea of him walking this fine line of meanness and caring. Your eyes follow his fingers to the end of his shirt as he tugs it loose from his pants, shifting in his chair. You had seen Junâs body before, at least his torso and you had appreciated it, but this was different. You wanted to run your hands over every line and ridge of his muscles, but you find yourself standing as still as you can as he keeps his eyes on you, using one hand to undo his belt and pants slowly.Â
Lifting his hips, Jun pushes his pants and briefs down, letting them fall to his ankles as your mouth falls open in surprise. You had let your eyes wander to his sweatpants more than once. You had curiously looked at his bulge and wondered just how big he might be, but seeing his cock hard and resting back against his abdomenâyour heart was racing.Â
Seeing the expression on your face, Jun couldnât help feeling his ego expand. He knew he was big, perhaps bigger than some would expect and better than that, and he knew how to use what he had been given. Smirking, he leans his head back, reaching down to wrap his hand around his shaft, stroking himself from tip to base, knowing you were watching him closely.Â
âKitten⊠Your mouth is watering. Tell meâdo you want to sit on it or do you want to suck on it?â
Feeling your cheeks burning, you look from Junâs hands to his eyes and back, stuttering over your words, not sure what to say. He was being so forward and that wasnât something you were used to.Â
âWhaâI⊠I donâtââÂ
Laughing under his breath, Jun groans, pushing his thumb against his slit and arching his hips upwards towards the feeling as pre-cum drips down his thumb into his palm. Letting go of his cock, Jun lifts his hand and purses his lips once again, bending his finger back towards him to make you come to him. You watch the pre-cum slide over his skin towards his wrist, making your knees feel weak.Â
âItâs okay, darling. I know you donât have any thoughts in your pretty head but getting fucked. Get on your knees and let me use that mouth to get my cock wet. Gotta make sure itâs wet enough to squeeze it into your little cunt, donât we?âÂ
Your head was spinning as Junâs hand wrapped around your wrist and you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. In the past, you had cussed out guys for much less and turned down tinder dates when they asked to see your pussy, referring to it as your âcuntâ. Yet, here you were on your knees, wanting Jun to fuck yours.Â
Kicking one of his legs out of his pants, Jun moves his hand from your wrist to your face as you move between his legs, looking up at him for direction. It was both the most adorable thing and the sexiest thing he had seen in his life. You looked just like that puppy waiting for a treat. Your lips slightly parted, your head tilted back, and your hands on his knees. He felt like he could cum on the spot just looking at you, but he had better control than that, and he had plans for you.Â
Guiding you forward, Jun uses his other hand to hold his cock, angling it so that his tip rests against your lips. You open your mouth as Jun bites at his bottom lip, a groan caught in his throat when his tip glides along your warm, wet tongue. Nails scratch at your jaw, fingers sliding down while Jun lifts his hips, just slightly pushing his cock even further into your mouth until you close your eyes and tighten your hand on his thigh.Â
You hadnât taken all of his cock in your mouthânot even close. You could almost feel him in your throat as Jun held your head still for a moment. Letting go of your head, he lets you move on your own as he leans his head back, groaning your name under his breath.Â
Jun knew he wasnât going to be able to let you keep your mouth on him for long. He had plans for you and they didnât involve him cumming prematurely down your throat, no matter how good you were with your mouth. That didnât mean he couldnât enjoy it for a few minutes. It didnât mean he couldnât relish in the feeling of you gagging around him as you forced yourself down further on his cock. You werenât a quitterâŠÂ Jun could appreciate that.Â
âFuuuckkââÂ
The word is drawn out on a groan as Jun looks down at you on your knees, feeling you finally pull back for air. He meets your eyes and he knows you are going to go back for more, but his hand catches your throat loosely and you stop in your tracks. The action scares you at first. You gasp, your eyes widening, but Jun purses his lips and shakes his head at your panicked whimper as he runs his thumb along your pulse point.Â
âYou think Iâd ever fucking hurt you? PrincessâŠno. Iâd wear your ass out and then kiss it better, but Iâd never actually hurt you in a way you wouldnât like.âÂ
Using a bit of pressure to urge you to stand, Jun lifts you by your throat as you stand on your own. Looking up at you, he grins as you shiver in his grasp, leaning towards him, finally relaxing as he slides his hand towards your collarbone.Â
âRed, if you want me to stop; if anything hurts or scares you too much. Yellow, if you need to slow down or if you need a break. Green, if you are okay. If I ask you for your color, you donât hesitate to tell me. Understand?âÂ
Nodding, you lick your lips as Junâs free hand slides over your hip before he guides you towards his desk.Â
âGood girl. Up you go.âÂ
You give him a confused look until Jun stands, kicking his foot free of his pants as both his hands move to your waist, lifting you on to his desk. Stepping between your legs, Jun smirks down at you as you lean back slightly, trying to avoid pushing any of his paperwork or supplies out of your way.Â
âSo timid and sweet after sucking my cock like a slut... what are you so worried about? Some pens and paper?â
Your cheeks burn when Jun degrades you. Leaning one hand against the desk, Jun reaches behind you to swipe most of the files and office supplies onto the floor with a loud clang. You canât help but jump to the sound as he grins against your ear.Â
âNow you can lean back without worrying what you might hit. If the computer falls off, Iâll just buy another one. I have a feeling this will make breaking anything in my office worth it.âÂ
Jun laughs when you whine his name and shake your head, trying to argue with him. Leaning back just enough to hover his face in front of yours, Jun watches your mouth fall open when he slides his fingers through your wet folds. His brows furrow at the feeling of your soft folds against his fingers and just how wet you were for him. It was one thing to see it, but it was another to feel it.Â
âFuck, baby⊠Youâre dripping on my fingers. You want my cock that bad?âÂ
You can only moan and push your hips towards Junâs fingers when you feel him push two against your entrance. You want to answer him and defend your dignity, but instead you only prove him right when you sob his name on another moan, feeling his fingers start to stretch you out.Â
Resting his forehead against yours, Jun smirks at hearing the sweet sounds slipping from between your lips. They were the sounds of his dreams and his daydreams. He could recall many days and nights spent with you in his head and him wondering how you would sound with his fingers stuffed in your pussy, and now he knew. You sounded angelic.Â
âThatâs right⊠you got my cock all wet, kitten, but now I have to stretch out this tight little hole. Gotta make sure I donât hurt you.âÂ
Tears collect in your eyes as your nails scratch at the wood under you, feeling a third finger sliding into you. The stretch is intense but welcomed, just like the dirty words being whispered against your lips. Gasping for a breath, you roll your hips down over Junâs fingers, tilting your head up to brush your lips against Junâs, testing the waters. A bit of fear ripples through your body like waves in a pool when he doesnât kiss you back at first. Instead, Jun groansâa sound similar to a growl in his throatâand his fingers push into you hard and deep before he bites at your lips, claiming your kiss for his own.Â
Jun had wanted to kiss you, but he had been worried. He had been afraid to scare you off with intimacy or perhaps to get too attached. All that faded away when your lips met his and he knew that he was fucked. You were his in every sense of the word as his lips pressed to yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, and your walls began to tighten around his fingers like a vice.Â
You reach up to cling to Junâs jacket, scratching at the soft linen, wishing you could get to the skin as he smirks against your lips, feeling you cum around his fingers. Squeezing your quivering thighs around his body, you try to beg for mercy. Jun laughs into a whispered groan of âagainâ against your lips, feeling you clamp down on his fingers, another orgasm ripping through your body.Â
As your body relaxes, Jun carefully slides his fingers out of you, lifting his hand towards his mouth to suck his fingers clean. Your heart races not only from the intensity of your orgasms, but also from the sight of Jun licking your cum from his fingers as he groans in appreciation.Â
âDelicious⊠I knew you would be, kitten. Been wanting to do this since the day I hired you.âÂ
Jun grins around his index finger as you press your lips together, obviously embarrassed by his words and how forward he is being with you. He was enjoying every drop of you on his fingers. He wanted to bury his face between your legs and pull an orgasm out of you before he fucked you, but the painful throb of his cock was telling him otherwise.Â
âColor?âÂ
Swallowing hard, you nod as you take a breath. You knew Jun wanted a verbal answer, you just needed to find the words and your voice after two orgasms. Your mouth felt like cotton and he looked impatient. Licking your dry lips, you let out your breath slowly and finally manage to speak quietly, but itâs enough for Jun.Â
âGreen, Iâm okay.âÂ
To Jun, you were more than okay. He could see the look in your eye and he knew you wanted his cock. He had felt how your pussy was sucking his fingers back in, and he had a feeling youâd do the same with his cock. Nodding, Jun lifts his brows, using his hand to angle the head of his cock against your folds so that he pushes against your clit. Hearing you whine, still sensitive, he smirks and tilts his head, knowing he needs to ask more questions, though he wants to just bury himself in you.Â
âTell me, darling. When was the last time you had something inside you?âÂ
Your breath quickens as you answer Junâs question. You were almost afraid to answer him, afraid he wouldnât like the answer or, worse, that he would like it too much. You were a busy woman and it was his fault.Â
âA while⊠probably, I donât know, six months, maybe closer to seven.âÂ
Jun nods, enjoying the idea of no one has been close to you for the past few months. If he had his way now, no one would be except him. Licking his lips, Jun meets your eyes, leaning his head to the side as you try to look past him, feeling under pressure under his gaze.Â
âAre you on birth control? Hm?â
He could tell you were surprised by the question. That wasnât something guys usually ask you. Typically, they would just put on a condom or wait for you to tell them, but Jun was different. When you look taken aback, Jun grins and rolls his eyes, lifting his hand to brush it over your warm cheek as he uses his other to tease your clit again with his cock. You canât help the moan that escapes your mouth as you lift your hips, almost instinctively searching for Junâs cock at the feeling, but Jun just tsks, pushing your hips back down.Â
âNot so fast, baby. Answer the question. Yes or no? I want to fill you up⊠but I wonât tonight if you arenât on ââÂ
âI am! Please, just, oh my god. Stop teasing me?âÂ
Hearing you beg was something special and Jun knew he could get used to the sound of it. He could feel how he was leaking against your folds just from the sound of it and now he wasnât going to make you wait. Jun watches your face as he pushes into you, the way your mouth falls open as he stretches you slowly.Â
You knew he had taken time to make you cum on his fingers twice and yet you were clinging to Jun as he slowly eased his cock into you, making sure you could handle him. It wasnât painful, but by the time he rested his hand against the swell of your ass, scratching his nails against your skin to the feeling of you clenching around him, you felt the fullest you had ever felt.Â
âPlease. Please⊠Oh, fuckâŠâÂ
Begging again... Jun groans, feeling his head spin and his stomach tighten at the sound of your voice. He wasnât sure he was going to be able to control himself, but with how you were begging, he wasnât sure you wanted him to and he had said he wasnât going to go easy on you. Sliding his hand back to your throat, Jun feels you swallow hard under his palm as his hips meet yours hard, thrusting into you so deeply that tears instantly fall from the corners of your eyes.
You had been with several men over the years, but none of them had ever made you feel like you were simultaneously floating and drowning at the same time. It was hard to catch your breath between the panic of having Junâs hand on your throat and the pleasure of Junâs cock hitting you perfectly with every single thrust.Â
When Junâs hand tightens around your throat, your hand moves quickly to grab his forearm out of fear of what he is going to do to you. Jun smirks at your reaction before his expression softens. He could tell you were scared, but he needed to show you there was nothing to be scared of.Â
Watching you carefully, Jun watches your lips fall open in pleasure as your walls tighten around him, your orgasm taking you back over the edge before he squeezes your neck just tight enough that you canât catch your breath. You feel yourself let go; your brain goes fuzzy, but as soon as you relax around Jun, his hand loosens around your neck and his lips press to your cheek.Â
âBreathe. A big, deep breath for me, beautiful. There you go. Tell me how fucking good that felt?âÂ
You find it hard to think straight, much less speak, as Jun lifts your knee to his hip, burying his cock so deep that you feel like he is in your stomach. Groaning against your neck, Jun turns his head to press his lips against your soft skin before latching on to it, sucking a deep mark so that you will remember where he was as his climax rolls through him.Â
With every thrust, Jun pushes his cum back into you until he finally comes to a stop with his hips pressed against yours. Feeling your thighs trembling on either side of him, Jun smiles against your neck with a groan. He knew he needed to move, get you cleaned up, and get all of his cum out of you, but keeping his cock and his cum in you was too tempting. You were warm, tight, and wet. Jun could get used to being inside of you and he could get used to the idea of stuffing you full of his cum.Â
Leaning back to look down at you, Jun tilts his head as he studies you. He wanted to get to know you better. He wanted to be able to just look at you and read your mind, he wasnât at the point yet. If he wanted to know something now, heâd have to ask and hope that you told him the truth or that he knew you at least well enough that if you lied to him, heâd know.Â
âMm, wasnât that better than going out, darling?â
Sighing, you canât stop yourself before you roll your eyes, causing Jun to laugh at your reaction. That was better than lying to him. You were a brat, but he was going to have fun breaking you out of it. Running his finger over your cheek, Jun watches you bite your lip as you run your thigh along his hip to rest your foot over his ass to get comfortable under him.Â
âIt was fun, but Iâd still like to go out.â
Taking a breath, Jun narrows his eyes before looking to the side at his computer, which luckily hadnât fallen off his desk while fucking you. He remembered the pictures of several of his ruined cars and what it could mean for you if you were found by the prick who wanted you. You didnât understand, and you didnât really know the situation. Maybe he could compromise with you.Â
âTomorrow... for no more than an hour, but you go with Minghao. You arenât going anywhere alone. Do I make myself clear, Y/N?âÂ
Meeting your eyes, Jun waits for you to nod before he leans to press his lips to yours. A groan slips from his lips as he slowly slips his cock out of you. Your brows furrow at the feeling of being empty and the sticky feeling of cum between your legs.Â
Stretching his back, Jun glances between your thighs, only to smirk at the sight of his cum starting to drip out of you. He feels his cock already twitch as he feels aroused at the sight. Shaking his head, he runs his fingers through your sensitive folds, pushing two fingers into you and slowly meeting your eyes as your mouth falls open in surprise.Â
âMm, what? I donât want my cum to drip on the floor. You can handle one more, canât you, honey?â
Glancing over at you, one hand on the wheel, the other resting his thumbnail against his lips, Minghao listens to your sigh as you look at your phone. When he got to the penthouse, he could tell things were different. The air felt different, you looked different, and Jun looked even cockier. But then Jun had grabbed your chin and kissed you so hard that Minghao was sure he had knocked you out, and he knew what was different.Â
âYou fucked him?â
Minghao had been quiet, uncharacteristically so, since he had gotten to the penthouse. You enjoyed Minghaoâs company, even before all the drama or before what had happened between you and Jun, so his acting so odd was making you feel unsettled. You were trying to distract yourself and enjoy the feeling of not being cooped up in the penthouse when Minghaoâs words shocked you back to reality.Â
âIâwhaââÂ
âItâs actually not a question. I donât know why I asked it like that. I know you did. Heâs even cockier than normal.âÂ
You feel heat rising along your neck and face as Minghao rolls his neck, a hint of annoyance dripping off his tongue with each word. Why did he care? Was he jealous? Furrowing your brows, you shift in the seat of Mingyuâs G Wagon. You were embarrassed and looking for anything else to talk about.
âIâuh. Why arenât we⊠Where is your Ferrari? Did you bring Mingyuâs car to be less conspicuous? âCause I donât think a G Wagon is much better.âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Minghao leans his head back, glancing over at you with a smirk. He could tell you were flustered and deflecting. It wasnât going to work.Â
âCute, nice try, doll. Uh, I hate this tank. Itâs big and unnecessary, just like Gyu. But my carâŠâÂ
Sighing, Minghao furrows his brows, looking out at the road turning onto the highway that would lead him towards your apartment. He didnât like that it was where you wanted to go, but it was your request, and Jun had told him, âanywhere she wants to go for an hourâ.Â
âItâs seen better days. It was in the garage when all the others got fucked.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you give Minghao a confused look, making him give you one right back before his face changes. Jun hadnât told you what had happened and he had said too much. Clearing his throat, Minghao shakes his head and the corners of his lips turn down as he shrugs, trying to think of how to fix his big mouth.Â
âMinghao⊠What happened? You were the one who would usually tell me shit. Donât do this to me. Donât I deserve to know?âÂ
You watch as Minghao lets out a drawn out breath once again, leaning his head back against the leather headrest. His hand tightens on the steering wheel before he nods and curses under his breath. He knew this was stupid and that Jun would be pissed off at him, but you werenât wrong. You deserved to know.Â
âThere was a hit at the lounge. The garage where Jun keeps his cars?â Minghaoâs eyes meet yours to make sure you know what he is talking about. When you nod, he continues looking back out at the road. âSomeone set every fucking car in that fuckinâ garage on fire. We got lucky that we have a fire suppression system so it kicked in before it spread to the bar.âÂ
Lifting your hands to your lips, you feel your stomach flip with anxiety. You knew Jun had told you about some property damage but the way he had said it, you thought perhaps there was some graffiti on the side of the building or broken windows. This was more than some simple property damage. They were trying to kill people or at least make a point.Â
Minghao nods, seeing your reaction out of the corner of his eye as he pulls into your building complexâs parking lot. His eyes scan the parking lot before he reaches over your lap to open the glove box, taking out a 9 mm. Meeting your eyes, he lifts his brow at your reaction as he slips the gun into the back of his jeans.Â
âI just told you what happened at the bar; you think Iâm going anywhere without one? Besides, you think I went anywhere without one before? Come on, doll... Use your head. Your time is ticking; your boyfriend wants you home soon.âÂ
Not waiting for your response, Minghao opens his door and slides out of the car, the door slamming hard and making you sigh loudly. You wanted to tell him that Jun wasnât your boyfriend, but in truth, you werenât even sure what he was. By the time you start to get out of the car, Minghao has your door open, his brows lifted at your delayed movement. Rolling your eyes, you slide off the seat and stand next to him, closer than you anticipated, as he meets your eyes, letting them fall to your lips once before looking up and away.Â
Your breath quickens, and your heart begins to race even from the small look shared by the two of you. You find yourself wondering if he had felt the small thing or if you were just too much in your head after everything that had happened between you and Jun in such a short amount of time. Taking your wrist in his hand, Minghaoâs eyes scan the parking lot as he slides the keys into his leather jacket, pulling you alongside him towards the building.Â
âYou are walking so fast, Minghao... Why are you mad at me?âÂ
Rolling his eyes at your question, Minghao uses his shoulder to push the door open, letting you move past him before he follows you, taking your hand in his to keep you close to him. You furrow your brows at the feeling, but as he keeps looking behind the two of you until you reach your apartment door, you can only frown at him until he finally answers, letting you take out your keys.Â
âIâm⊠Itâs not that. Iâm not mad at you. Iâm doing a fucking job, Y/N. StopââÂ
Reaching up with your key, you put your hand on your door when Minghao tells you to stop, but you feel your door giveaway under your touch. Your question had distracted him just enough that he hadnât noticed the way your door looked ajar. Grabbing your wrist, Minghao pulls you behind him as he uses the other to take out the gun, flipping the safety with his thumb before pushing the door open with his shoulder, ready to pull the trigger if necessary.Â
You feel your heart in your throat as you cling to Minghaoâs leather jacket, your fingernails scratching at the leather out of nerves. He keeps his hand on you even as he kicks your door back in place behind the two of you, not wanting someone to come in behind him. You swallow hard, afraid to close your eyes but also too afraid to peek around Minghaoâs arm, nervous that someone will be there and that you will see him use his gun.Â
âIâm gonna move my hand, Y/N. Stay behind me; you got it.âÂ
Nodding against his back, you sniff back tears, glancing down at your floor and seeing your things scattered. It was obvious that someone had been in your apartment and they were either looking for something or they were mad you werenât there.Â
Minghao curses under his breath at the state of your apartment. It had only been a few days since he had been there. You kept a clean, organized place, and now your couch was turned over, your entertainment center was on the floor, and the TV was shattered. He could see empty frames, the pictures taken, or at least you were ripped out of the pictures.Â
Taking each room slowly, Minghaoâs anxiety calms down with each one until he finally realizes that no one is there. Turning to face you, he cups your face with one hand, wiping your tears with his thumb as he puts the safety back on his gun, putting it back into his jeans. Taking out his cellphone, Minghao puts it to his ear and you hear Junâs voice muffled against his ear as you finally look around, letting out a sob.Â
Jun sits up, hearing the sound of your fear and sorrow. He was ready to stand up and walk out the door if necessary, but Minghaoâs sigh made his brows furrow. Something was wrong, but Minghao didnât seem distressed, just pissed.Â
âWhat the fuck is going on, Hao?â
Lifting your head so he can wipe the other side of your face as you cry, Minghao shushes you, moving you to sit on your bed among some of your clothes that had been pulled from your closet and drawers. He watches you carefully as you pick up one of your dresses, your fingers holding it up realizing it had been ripped to the point that it wasnât something you could repair. They had destroyed anything they could get their hands on to make a point.Â
"Fuckers broke into her place. They ransacked it, took pictures, and ripped up her shit.â
Junâs teeth grind together for multiple reasons. One, he hadnât wanted you to go back to your apartment. He knew that if this was reversed and he was going after someone, that was the first place he would sit, waiting for the mark to come back. Two, he was furious that they had gone through your stuff and taken personal items. This was worse than his cars. He could replace those, but could he repair your sense of security?Â
âIâare you fucking stupid? Get her out of there. Iâm gonna kill the son of a bitch. Bring her home, Minghao! Or Iâll come get her myself.âÂ
Jaw clenched at Junâs words, Minghao listens to the phone go silent as Jun hangs up on him. He knew he was upset with him, but he also didnât blame him. He hadnât wanted to bring you here in the first place, but Minghao hadnât wanted to upset you by telling you no. Maybe you needed to get used to hearing it from him.Â
âCome on, Y/N. Iâm taking you home.â
Scoffing, you gesture around you as Minghao talks about taking you home.Â
âI am at home!âÂ
Shaking his head, Minghao grabs your arm, pulling you up with some force and making you whine before he leans to rest his forehead against yours, muttering an apology. He didnât want to scare you, but he needed you to understand how serious this was.Â
âIâm taking you back to Jun. Iâm taking you home. Donât fucking argue with me.âÂ
You swallow hard, your eyes meeting Minghaoâs eyes so close. You nod and lick your lips, turning your arm in his grasp. You wrap your hand around his wrist to make him relax his grip on you. Feeling his body relax under your touch, you nod again, and Minghao tilts his head back to press his lips against your forehead before sighing.Â
âGood girl. Weâll keep you safe.â
Minghao rests his hand on the small of your back as he watches you kick your shoes off in the entryway of the penthouse. You glance up, hearing Junâs voice along with another you didnât recognize. Turning to look at Minghao, he leans his head to the side, gesturing for you to go on as he lets out a breath, hearing how annoyed Jun was.Â
âOf course itâs Park Bonhwa. Donât ask stupid fucking questions, Wonwoo. I pay you to be smart and get shit done.âÂ
Looking up at you and Minghao as you move into the living room, Jun narrows his eyes at Minghao before he meets your eyes and sits up, extending his hand for you. You look towards the dark haired man sitting across from Jun as he pushes his glasses up his nose, his eyes avoiding yours as if he knows not to look at you for too long.Â
Taking Junâs hand, you take a breath, feeling his thumb press into your palm. You watch as his brows lift, his eyes studying you, moving over every inch of you that he can see as if looking for any signs of injury. Itâs only when he is satisfied to see you in one piece, with no damage, that Jun gently tugs at your hand, guiding you to sit down next to him.
âAre you okay? Iâm sorry about your place, darling. Use my card to buy what you need, okay?âÂ
You sigh, leaning into Junâs touch as his fingers move over your cheek as if he has forgotten who was in the room, or more like he doesnât care. Minghao pushes his tongue against his cheek, moving to the armchair near where you and Jun are sitting. You turn to meet his eyes, pulling away from Jun only slightly to do so, causing the man holding your hand to purse his lips.Â
âI donât sue people, Wonwoo. I get even. Heâs always been pathetic, but this is a new level of low.âÂ
Wonwoo leans back on the sofa, glancing over to meet Minghaoâs eyes as Jun speaks. He didnât disagree with anything that he had learned or that was being said, but it wasnât as black or white as Jun was trying to make it out to be. Shaking his head, Wonwoo drums his fingers on his thighs, tilting his head, before he looks back over towards you and Jun.Â
âHe has his fingers in a lot of pots. His casino looks reputable, so I canât touch that, but... we know that theââ Wonwoo laughs into his words, repeating Junâs back to him, ââtrashâ, had weaknesses. They were at your bar for a reason, right, Minghao?â Â
Shifting beside you, Jun lifts his hand, stopping Wonwoo and Minghao before they start. There was too much business talk with you presentâtoo much that you didnât need to know. There were still plenty of things that Jun was trying to protect you from. Both men freeze at just Jun lifting his hand, waiting for him to turn and look at you, a smile on his lips as he brushes his fingers over your cheek.Â
âGo get my card off my desk and the laptop. I want you to go into the bedroom and shop.â
Narrowing your eyes, you shake your head. You knew what Jun was trying to do. You wanted to know what was going on. You didnât want to shop and be sent away as things were whispered just out of earshot from you.Â
âIâno. I donât want to. Just talk. Why canât I stay? I wanna know whatâs going on, Jun. They fucked up my apartment. They took pictures of me and my family. I deserve to know!âÂ
Minghao glances down at his hands in his lap as you dare to raise your voice at Jun. He didnât disagree with you, but he also didnât disagree with Jun. He understood why Jun was keeping you in the dark for so much of this. Jun was trying to keep you pure and fragile. Minghao was just worried that if he kept you fragile for too long, you might shatter. Â
Clenching his jaw when you raise your voice, Jun tightens his hand on your face, his thumb pressing against your jaw as his fingers hold your cheek, keeping your eyes on his. He could feel you try to turn from him, but he wasnât going to let you. He knew you were upset, and maybe another day he would allow it, but today wasnât the day for it. Today wasnât the day for you to get bold and have strong opinions.Â
âShut up. Donât raise your voice at me again, understand me? I adore you, Y/N, but I wonât take that shit. You have no goddamn idea whatâs going on or what Iâm doing for you. So do as I told you and Iâll explain things later.âÂ
Your heart sinks into your stomach when Jun tells you to shut up. You have mixed feelings about the man sitting in front of you and what he is saying to you. On one hand, you are furious that he would talk to you like that, especially in front of other people and on the other hand, you find yourself feeling bad for yelling at him. He was right; you didnât understand and you should be grateful, but how were you supposed to understand if he never told you?
Loosening his grip on your face, Jun watches as your eyes widen only for a few seconds before you nod and lift your hand to wrap it around his wrist. He wasnât trying to be an asshole to you; he was trying to protect you, even if that meant protecting you from yourself. Leaning in to brush his lips over yours, Jun sighs softly before he pulls back and lets go of you completely.Â
Sitting for a moment longer, you let your eyes move past Jun to Minghao, who runs his fingers over his lips. Feeling your eyes on him, he glances up to meet yours before looking away quickly. It was clear who was in charge in the room and it wasnât him or you.Â
Jun watches you do as he told you to, the door to his office opening, the sound of you moving around for a few minutes before you come back out with a laptop against your chest and his black card in your hand. You walk past the men, meeting Junâs eyes as he gives you a wink and gestures towards the bedroom.Â
You knew he probably wanted you to close the door but you also knew that from the living room, unless he stood up and looked, there was no way for him to know. Sitting down on the bed with a loud exhale, you open the laptop and type in a clothing brand to the search bar as you strain your ears to listen to the conversation happening a couple of rooms away.Â
Running his index finger against his lips, Jun furrows his brows, not hearing the sound of the bedroom door closing. He knew you were probably trying to be sneaky, thinking he wouldnât know, but he also didnât have time to deal with every little detail today. At least you werenât in the room so close that you could catch every word. Turning his attention to Minghao, Jun narrows his eyes as his best friend takes in a deep breath, already ready to be berated for what had happened.Â
âWhat the fuck were you thinking?âÂ
Leaning his head back, Minghao lifts his hands off the arms of the chair with a scoff.Â
âThat she wanted to get some more of her shit from her place and that I was with her so I could protect her. You arenât the only one who gives a shitââÂ
Stopping short, Minghao glances back over to Jun, who is obviously biting at his cheek. Taking in a breath to calm himself down, Minghao sits up straighter, leaning over his legs as Wonwoo chews at his lips, feeling like he shouldnât be there for this conversation.Â
âIâm sorry. I fucked up. Iâll run everything by you, always, from now on. Alright?âÂ
Jun waits a moment, letting Minghao sit in his fuckup, before he nods and looks back over to Wonwoo, who looked like he was trying to be anywhere other than where he was. He liked Jeon Wonwoo; he was a talented lawyer with less than pristine morals. He paid him well for those questionable morals and they were going to come in handy today.Â
âIâm going to check on Y/N and then I want to go to the bar. Wonwoo, I want you to come with me. I want Bonhwa on the phone or in my office this afternoon. Iâm tired of this bullshit.âÂ
Sitting up and lifting his right hand as if to stop Jun before he stands, Wonwoo shakes his head and laughs, obviously confused.Â
âWhatâ wait? You want to meet with him? Are you sure thatâs a good idea?âÂ
Minghao knew that Jun didnât like to be questioned. Minghao also knew that Wonwoo knew that so he wasnât sure why the man would be asking that, but he watched Jun scoff, looking down at his hands as he ran his fingers over his rings.Â
âI didnât ask you for your fucking opinion. I told you what I paid you for. Get on your damn phone and make it happen. Iâll be back out here in aboutâŠâ Looking at his watch, Jun shrugs a smirk on his face already knowing what he had planned. âFifteen minutes, and then we can go. Minghao, you can stay here and babysit properly this time.â
Starting to speak, Minghao stops when Jun walks around him, slapping his hand down on his shoulder hard before moving through the kitchen towards the open bedroom door. Shaking his head, Jun leans against the doorframe, wondering how long it will take for you to realize he is there as you pout at the laptop in front of you.Â
âBought anything cute?âÂ
You had been trying to listen for more conversation, but it had gone silent. You hadnât expected Jun to speak again so close to you. Jumping, you look towards him, lifting your hand to your chest in surprise, as if protecting your heart. Smirking, Jun moves further into the room, shutting the door behind him and pointing at it as it clicks closed.Â
âYou know how to do that, donât you? Close doors behind you?âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you look away from him as Jun teases you. Your attitude amuses Jun, a smirk lifting at his lips as you turn your attention back to the laptop, clicking to add a few things to your cart without looking at them too closely. Now you are spending his money out of spite? He could already feel his cock getting hard.Â
âAw, Princess, are you that pissed at me? Making me have to correct how you talk to me, and now you are just spending money to spend it?âÂ
Looking up at Jun as you press buy, you lift your brow, not even looking at the total. You watch as his smirk grows and his head shakes. You needed an attitude adjustment. It wasnât that he didnât enjoy watching you spend his money; quite the opposite. In fact, he knew he could probably get off on it, looking over his bank statement, knowing that you had bought yourself nice things with his money, but doing it just to make him mad?Â
âClose the laptop and slide it out of the way. You need a reminder of a few things, kitten.âÂ
Using your middle finger, you push the laptop closed as Jun chuckles in amusement, his hands already undoing his belt. He could see how you were looking at him. He could tell you were a fan of make-up sex, but that wasnât what he was giving you. This was a punishment, youâd figure that out in time.Â
âLick your fingers.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you pause for a beat until Jun lifts his brows making you rethink not listening to him. He watches you lift your right hand carefully, running your tongue along the length of your fingers as he pulls his cock from his pants standing in front of you. Running his fingers over your hair, Jun tilts his head knowing your eyes were on his cock, your lips parting wondering if you were going to ask him to put it in your mouth. You didnât deserve it.Â
âHand on my cock, darling. You know what to do. Make me cum, maybe then Iâll know how sorry you are.âÂ
Wrapping your hand around Junâs cock, you start to stroke him, only to stop at the last sentence he says. You were apologetic about some things, but not all of them. Starting to defy Jun, you loosen your fingers when his hand wraps around yours keeping you in place.Â
âThis little fucking attitude you have today⊠Iâm really damn tired of it. I let you go out, gave you someone to go with you and you used him to go the one place you knew I didnât want you to go. Use your hand, Y/N or I wonât give you a fucking thing.âÂ
Your breath quickens, your thighs pushing together as Jun looks down at you. You could see the disappointment and lust in his eyes. It was a strange mix, but it was making you feel so many things. You wanted him to forgive you, for it all. You were mad that you had upset him and you wanted him to make you feel good too.Â
Using your hand, Jun strokes himself a few times before letting you take it back over. You circle his tip with your palm, earning yourself a groan from his throat, before you quicken your pace, wanting to get your prize.Â
âFuck, much better. See how good you can be? When you wanna be good?âÂ
Biting at your bottom lip, you whine, shifting on the bed, trying to get some relief from the ache between your legs. You can feel how wet youâve gotten from just jerking Jun off, listening to his lewd groans, and feeling his eyes burn at your skin as he stares at you.Â
âAhâyes! Hold it tighter, shit⊠stick your tongue out, baby.âÂ
Doing as you are told, you look up at Jun, feeling his hand wrap around yours again, putting more pressure around the base of his cock when you feel warm cum hit your tongue, lips, and chin. Leaning his head back, he smiles as his cock starts to soften in your grip. Sliding your hand under his, Jun shivers, feeling your fingers move over his head, his cum coating your fingers before he takes a step back, pushing himself back into his pants.Â
Looking down at your hand, you bring it to your lips, licking it clean for a moment, until you realize that Jun isnât moving over to you. You watch as he uses the mirror on the dresser to fix his hair and jacket before clearing his throat. Meeting your eyes in the mirror, Jun grins at your shocked expression.Â
âWhat? Horny? You can wait. Iâll be back in a few hours. Hao is going to stay with you. Be a good girl.âÂ
Your eyes follow Jun out of the room, a smirk on his lips as he moves back into the living room to find Wonwooâs eyes attempting to stare into the coffee table. Minghao simply glances up at his best friend, rolling his eyes and letting a scoff slip from between his lips.Â
âYouâre disgusting.âÂ
Shrugging, Jun rolls his shoulders, looking over to Wonwoo gesturing for the man to move.Â
âDid you call him?âÂ
Nodding, Wonwoo gets to his feet quickly, his fingers moving to push his glasses back up his nose as he tries to keep his composure after hearing Junâs loud groans.Â
âIâŠyeah I did. Heâs gonna be there in an hour. Said he wants a sample of your product for his time. I told him Iâd see what I could do.âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Jun glances back to Minghao as he grabs his keys, lifting his hands in question. Standing up, Minghao nods, and lets out a breath, taking out his cellphone and pressing on Mingyuâs name before putting the phone up to his ear.Â
âHey, boss is coming in. No, shut the fuck up. Iâm not bringing the wagon back. Listen to me, you fuck! The new product is in, on my end, a gram, nah, two. Put it on his desk.âÂ
Nodding at Jun, Minghao sighs into the phone as Mingyu continues, even as Jun and Wonwoo close the door behind them.Â
âThe fucker thatââÂ
Stopping when he sees you standing in the kitchen with a scowl on your face, Minghao clears his throat and furrows his brows, turning away from you.Â
âHeâs got an appointment. Get your shit together and watch his back. Heâs got the lawyer with him, so you know how fucking useless he is. I donât give a shit if you like him.âÂ
Running your tongue along your teeth, you cross your arms, moving to lean against the end of the kitchen island, watching Minghao closely. You hadnât exclusively promised to be good when Jun had told you to and he had left you in a less than ideal situation. You watch as Minghao shakes his head, putting his phone back into his pocket, his fingers running through his longer black hair before he turns back to look at you, his eyes moving over you from head to toe, finally landing on your eyes.Â
âWhy do you look so pissed? Didnât you just get fucked?âÂ
The urge to throw something at Minghao is strong, but you canât find anything at arm's length. Instead, you just stomp your feet and move towards the couch, falling onto it with a whine. Following you with his eyes, Minghao tilts his head before following you to sit on the arm of the couch, looking you over curiously.Â
âWhy the fuck are you being so dramatic?âÂ
Staring up at him, you can still feel how wet you are from Junâs teasing. Your eyes move over Minghaoâs face, his neck, and the low cut of his t-shirt under his leather jacket. You dare to let them move further to his black jeans, the slight bulge that you had always looked away from out of respect, but now you were so horny you could die. Maybe he was right, you were being dramatic.Â
His brow raised, Minghao can almost feel your eyes moving over his body, but when they rest over his lap, he canât help the smirk that pulls up at his lips. Maybe Jun hadnât fucked you. Was that your problem? Had he left you all hot and bothered?Â
Minghao knew he should respect you and Jun, especially the latter when it came to boundaries. He knew that Jun would probably kick his ass if he touched you, but maybe he could have a little fun. It was too tempting when you were looking at him like a five course meal and rubbing your thighs together. How had he not noticed that before?Â
âAhâŠaww, doll. Did he leave you untouched? What did he do? Let me guess... from the sounds that were coming from that room, Iâm gonna assume he got his rocks off, but he didnât let his little kitten cum.âÂ
Your eyes widen at Minghaoâs words as you sit up on the couch, sliding your legs up towards your stomach. Were you that transparent? Of course, you were. It wasnât like you were being inconspicuous with how you were looking at Minghao and you were panting like a cat in heat.Â
Laughing under his breath, Minghao slides down to sit on the couch, sliding his legs apart just enough that he wonders if you would picture yourself on your knees between them. He wonders if you would let him fuck you if he asked. Were you that wound up? He had to keep himself in line. Walk it but never cross it.Â
âShut upâŠâÂ
Your voice is so quiet that Minghao canât help but lean closer to hear you better. You take in a deep breath and his cologne almost makes you moan. Biting your bottom lip, you look down at your knees as Minghao lifts his eyes to look at your face, his fingers brushing over your cheek, amused to find your skin hot under his touch.Â
âIsnât that what Jun told you to do earlier? Is that what he did? Shut you up with his dick? Is that all it takes? A little cock and you straighten up your act.âÂ
Leaning back from Minghaoâs touch, you listen to him laugh again, his finger extending so he can tap your nose. Crossing his leg over his knee, Minghao takes a deep breath before sliding his phone out of his pocket to check his messages. Now he was going to ignore you. Granted, he did have a few messages from Mingyu and Jun, but he could also see you shifting beside him. It was cute to watch you squirm.Â
âOh my god, doll. Did he say you couldnât fuck your fingers or something? Or is that an unspoken rule? You are killing me. Making me feel bad for you.âÂ
Whining, you cross your arms and turn away from Minghao. No, Jun hadnât said specifically that you couldnât take care of yourself, but you had a strong feeling that it was an unspoken rule. He had told you to be good, but it was getting harder and harder to figure out how to walk that line and again, you hadnât promised.Â
âIâhe told me to be good.â Sighing into your words, you glance back over to Minghao as he smirks at his phone, answering a message from Jun. âYou smell good, Minghao.âÂ
Lifting his brow, Minghao glances at you from the corner of his eye, hitting send on his text before lowering his phone to his lap.Â
âThat so, doll? You so horny you are gonna try to fuck the help?âÂ
Minghao watches your lips tighten into a frown. You shake your head, your brows furrowing tightly. You apparently didnât approve of what he had said.Â
âYou arenât the help. Why would you call yourself that? You are Junâs best friend. You are his most trustedâwhatever it is that you do at the bar. I just know that you are important to him. You are important to me. Donât call yourself the fucking help.âÂ
That hadnât been the point of what he was trying to say, but your words make Minghao swallow hard. He had been trying to tease you more, but now his mouth felt dry. He was important to you. You thought he was important to Jun. He was trying not to let that go to his head.Â
Jun pushes his tongue into his cheek as he flicks his finger against the baggie held between his thumb and forefinger. Mingyu had done exactly what Minghao had told him to do. There had been two gram bags on his desk when he had walked in, but looking at them now, he knew he wasnât giving some piece of shit, low-life both of them. His eyes lift to Wonwoo, who sits across from him in one of the leather chairs as he slips one of the baggies into his jacket before leaning back in his chair, lifting his hands out of impatience.Â
âIâm getting real fuckinâ tired of waiting, Wonwoo.âÂ
He had started to complain, Wonwoo shifting in his chair, ready to take the heat, when a knock at his office door drew Junâs attention towards it. Sliding his hand down to his lap, Jun reaches under his desk for the .45 hidden in a holster he had fitted to the underside of a drawer. He didnât know what to expect after all the bullshit that had happened, but he wasnât taking any chances.Â
âCome in.âÂ
Mingyu pushes the door open and gestures for the man to go in. Lifting his brow towards Jun, Mingyu uses his facial expression to ask the question he wants answered without words. Jun simply gives the man a nod to let him know he is okay, but he watches as Mingyu narrows his eyes at the back of Park Bonhwaâs head, pulling the door shut, leaving it cracked as he stands outside of it.Â
Looking around the room, Park Bonhwa grins, taking it all in. He was mildly successful. He owned a casino and ran a nice little underground operation of his own. Granted, it wasnât as âcleanâ as Junâs, but that was why he had sent his men into the Moonlight Lounge in the first place. He wanted to know where Jun got his coke, where he got his guns, and how he kept his nose so fucking clean.Â
Meeting Junâs eyes, Bonhwa lifts his brows before looking over to Wonwoo, chuckling under his breath. That was half of the answer to his questions. A good lawyer who could sweep shit under the rug. He knew who Jeon Wonwoo was and he knew what Jeon Wonwoo could do in a courtroom.Â
Sliding into the chair next to the lawyer, Bonhwa gestures towards the baggie in front of Jun as he sucks on his teeth. That was, hopefully, the answer to another question. The cocaine looked clean. It didnât look like it was cut with anything, which meant Jun was making bank off of pure product.Â
âThat mine? You being that stingy with it, Wen?âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Jun picks up the bag between two fingers, tossing it towards the end of his desk, letting Bonhwa have to reach out to stop it from falling to the floor. Narrowing his eyes, Bonhwa scoffs, holding the bag up to the light before opening it and dipping a finger into the powder.Â
âThatâs a gram that Iâm giving you from the generosity of my heart when you deserve nothing. I should beat your ass into the ground, but I donât like getting blood on my clothes. I hate blood on my shoes.âÂ
Smirking at Junâs gall, Bonhwa presses his pinky to his tongue, tasting the coke with a tilt of his head. He knew he could get more for this than he was getting for the meth he was running out of the casino, but meth was cheaper and it was hard to find something this pure without an in.Â
âSuch a bitch when Iâm the one holding the cards. You canât touch me and you know it. You fucked me over. Three of my best guys, dead because of some little bitch. So now what do I gotta do?âÂ
Wonwoo starts to speak, hearing the sound of the holster under Junâs desk click, but Bonhwa tsks, moving his jacket to show Jun his own gun. Closing the baggie in his hand, the man slips it into his jacket and glances at Wonwoo with a smile before looking back at Jun.Â
âIâd have his brains on the wall before you got that gun from under your desk and even if you managed to shoot me, you think I donât know where your whore is?â Bonhwa unholsters his gun, laying it in his lap, his thumb flicking the safety off as he leaves it pointed in the direction of Wonwoo. âI had them take her pictures from her apartment for a reason. Her face is in the hands of every single man on my payroll.âÂ
Junâs jaw tightens, his eyes on the gun in Bonhwaâs lap, as Wonwooâs fingers tighten on the arm of the chair under him. Cursing under his breath, Jun moves his hand from under his desk, showing the man in front of him that he didnât bring his gun with him so that he wouldnât kill his lawyer.Â
âYour men touched something they shouldnât have. Can you blame me for protecting something that belongs to me? Youâd react the same way.âÂ
Nodding, Bonhwa flicks the safety back in place but keeps his gun on his lap, looking back over to Jun.Â
âYou took three from me. Three for one woman. Doesnât seem fair now, does it? The way I see it, you owe me an eye for an eye.âÂ
Jun narrows his eyes, watching Bonhwa smirk, a laugh slipping from his lips as he adjusts in his seat, lifting his hand to gesture towards him.Â
âOr something of equal value. Information perhaps, like where your product is shipped in from.âÂ
Wonwoo meets Junâs eyes and gives him a quick shake of his head to tell him to keep that information to himself. Jun starts to speak when Bonhwaâs hand moves quicker than his, the gun smacking Wonwoo across the side of the head with a deafening thud. Moving to his feet quickly, Jun hears the door open as Bonhwa laughs at being pulled up from his chair by Mingyu.Â
With his hand to his head, Wonwoo blinks as blood runs down his face, his glasses in his lap, listening to the sounds of fists hitting muscle. He groans at the pain radiating through his head and face as Bonhwa laughs through his own pain before Jun tells Mingyu to stop.Â
With his hand in Bonhwaâs shirt, Jun pulls him close, putting his own gun against his jaw as Mingyu pins him against the wall. He wants to pull the trigger, but he knows what problems that could bring him. There was enough happening right now, but if he killed Park Bonhwa, his entire organization would come down on him and he wasnât prepared for something like that.Â
âI will give you nothing! Do you fucking understand?!âÂ
Reaching into the manâs pocket, Jun takes the baggie out of it, throwing it on the ground as he pushes Bonhwa into Mingyuâs chest, taking a step back from them both.Â
âNot my information and not my woman. Get the fuck out of my sight. If I see you again, if I see any of your men, itâs on sight. Thatâs your last fucking warning, Park.âÂ
Laughing still as heâs dragged out of the building, Bonhwa grunts when Mingyu pushes him against the side of the Cadillac. Pulling the gun from his side, when two men step out to help their boss, the large man points the weapon at them and gestures with his head towards the bleeding man.Â
âHe got his warning; now Iâll give you yours. Stay the fuck away from the bar and from Mr. Wen, his employees, and associates. If you get near Miss Y/L/N again, Iâll stick my gun up your ass.âÂ
Narrowing his eyes at Mingyu, one of the men starts to take a step forward when the other shakes his head, pointing towards Bonhwa, who groans in pain, holding his side.Â
âSounds like heâs got some broken ribs. Take your daddy home and patch him up.âÂ
Inside Junâs office, Jun hands a bottle of whiskey to Wonwoo as he takes a knee in front of him, pushing his head up to look at the damage. He had already thrown the gun he had taken from Bonhwa on his desk with the intention of letting Wonwoo keep it. Clearly, the man needed to learn how to take care of himself.Â
Taking a sip of the alcohol, Wonwoo hisses as Jun pushes on his brow. Jun could feel the bone shift under his thumb so he knew there was a problem.Â
âProbably a fracture. Iâll have Mingyu take you to my guy. Heâll get you patched up⊠Iâll uh⊠fuckâ Iâm sorry.âÂ
Shaking his head, Wonwoo winces as he tries to open his eyes, feeling already too swollen to open fully. It wasnât the first time he had been hit, but it was the first time he had been hit by a gun. He knew the path he was taking was dangerous, but the money was worth it.Â
âIâll live. Make today worth my fucking time.âÂ
Nodding, Jun helps Wonwoo to his feet, leaning his head back, and gestures for Mingyu to come in and help him. He watches as Mingyu slides his arm under the lawyer's, helping him walk in a straight line out of the office. Running his hand through his hair, Jun glances back at the gun on his desk and sighs. He would get it to Wonwoo another time. Right now, Jun just wanted to get back to you.Â
The couple of hours that Jun had been gone had been full of tension for you and Minghao. Between the teasing on his part and the fact that you couldnât seem to get your mind off the idea of the teasing becoming a reality, you were worse off than you had been before Jun left. So by the time he walked into the living room, you were on your knees on the couch, happy to see him, only for your smile to fade at the annoyed look on his face.Â
Shaking his head, Jun takes off his jacket and tosses it onto the table before falling back on the couch on the other side of you as Minghaoâs eyes fall to the table. Minghao had kept what he knew about the meeting with Park Bonhwa a secret from you. He had done exactly what Jun had wanted and babysat you. He had kept you distracted so that you wouldnât ask questions, but that didnât mean that he didnât know the meeting had gone sour.Â
Turning towards Jun, you look him over and finally lift his hand into yours, pushing your thumb over the bruising skin. Things hadnât gone well; one glance back at Minghao and how he was avoiding your eyes told you that he already knew. Why was everyone keeping things from you?Â
âWhat happened? Are you okay?âÂ
Jun offers you a half smile, turning his hand in yours to run his fingers along your wrist before he pulls you towards him so that your body rests against his. He didnât want to talk about Park Bonhwa anymore. He didnât want to talk about the bar or what had happened. He didnât want to think at all. He just wanted to let go.Â
Leaning towards the table, Minghao picks up the baggie that had fallen out of Junâs pocket, holding it in his palm, before glancing over at his best friend. He knew that Jun would sometimes test the product, sometimes just for recreational purposes, but he hadnât expected him to bring it with him today. Things must have gone very badly.Â
Seeing Minghao move, you look back at him and then to his hand at the baggie with white powder. You had seen bags like that at the bar. In particular, you had seen them on the table of the men who had tried to hurt you, but you didnât know they had come from the bar. You were starting to realize that maybe you were being naive. There was a lot of money that came into the bar and it had to come from somewhere.Â
âWhatâs that?â You try to think of different drug names, tilting your head as you reach for the baggie, only for Minghao to keep it from your reach. âMeth?âÂ
Scoffing, Jun looks at you incredulously, as if youâve offended him. Leaning forward, he puts out his hand for Minghao to put the baggie into his hand. Once he has it, he holds it between his fingers and lifts his brow, looking at it in the light.Â
âMeth is for poor people, darling. People who sell that are weak and desperate. This is cocaine, sophisticated and pure. I like pure things.âÂ
Minghao knew that Jun wasnât really upset with you. He knew that Jun was talking more about Park Bonhwa and his business. You had no way to know who sold what when you didnât even know the real ins and outs of Junâs business.Â
Furrowing your brows, you look at the baggie in Junâs hand before sitting back and trying to understand what he was telling you. You had never done drugs in your life. You drank some, but even that was social. You were starting to understand what Jun had meant by this world breaking you. It was a lot darker than you realized, but you wanted to understand it. You wanted to understand Jun.Â
Looking over at Minghao, Jun purses his lips, seeing how close he was sitting to you. He hadnât even noticed when he had gotten back. He hadnât assessed the situation, but clearly something had happened while he was gone. Lifting his brow, Jun tilts his head, leaning back, to give you a good once over as he watches your ears practically smoke at how hard you were thinking.Â
âBaby, donât worry so much. This isnât part of your job. Your job is to look pretty and keep up with me. Keep me on schedule. You donât need to understand whatâs behind the curtain.â Smirking, Jun watches you pout as he lifts his hand to push his thumb against your chin. âWhat I wanna know is if you had a good time with Hao while I was out.âÂ
Shrugging, you glance over to Minghao as he takes a deep breath and looks away. He had been so confident before Jun had gotten home. You were having fun with him. He was teasing you and you were flirting with him; now he was acting like a scared puppy.Â
âKinda⊠I like spending time with Minghao, but you are both mean to me.âÂ
Jun smirks at your words, a curious look on his face as Minghao looks up, suddenly shifting a bit nervously at what you might be telling Jun. Lifting his hand to stop Minghao before he starts, Jun runs the fingers of his other hand along your thigh as he nods for you to continue.Â
âTell me what you mean. How are we both mean to you?âÂ
Deciding to just bite the bullet, you sigh, feeling Minghaoâs hand slide against your leg, trying to grab your wrist in an effort to ask for mercy. The look in Junâs eye tells you that maybe he doesnât need that mercy.Â
âWell, you left me wanting after I helped you. I think that was very mean.âÂ
Jun grins, his teeth catching his bottom lip as he shrugs. Taking a breath, he drops his lip as he lets out the breath with a sigh.Â
âYou need a punishment. You need to be reminded that if you have a smart mouth, you donât get what you want, kitten. But tell me, how was Hao mean to you?âÂ
Glancing over your shoulder at Minghao, Jun smirks at him as he gives him a pleading look, asking for forgiveness before you even speak. Jun wasnât stupid; he could feel the tension in the room.Â
âHe teased me. He knew I was suffering and that Iâm needy but he just teased me the entire time that you were gone. Made me want to break rules and... you know.âÂ
His brows lifting, Jun canât help the amusement on his face. He wasnât mad at Minghao for teasing you. He probably would have given him permission to do it if he had asked to, but what was most amusing was that you avoided saying what you wanted. Leaning towards you, Jun grabs your chin gently, brushing his thumb across your lips as Minghao swallows hard, watching carefully.Â
âI donât know; tell me. What did he make you want? What rules did you want to break?âÂ
You can feel yourself getting wet all over again. Your thighs push together as you whimper, leaning into Junâs touch but also feeling the desire to reach back for Minghao, knowing he was so close.Â
âIâwell. He made me want him. You said I belong to you, but I want him too. I wanted to sit on his cock while you were gone and stop feeling so empty since you didnât give me anything. You were so mean.âÂ
Running his thumb down your lip, Jun chuckles at your confession and how Minghao groans in frustration, afraid of how he will react. Glancing over your shoulder at the other man, Jun meets his eyes and lifts his brow in question, causing Minghao to open and close his mouth a few times before his shoulders sink in defeat.Â
âFuck⊠Yeah, sheâs not lying. I teased her. I knew what I was doinâ. Iâm sorry, alright? I can get the fuck out.âÂ
Starting to stand up, Minghao furrows his brows when Jun leans over you to grab his wrist, pulling him back down.Â
âI didnât tell you to fucking leave. Sit your ass down. My kitten wants your cock, Hao.â Smirking to himself, Jun glances at you to see your reaction before he looks back at Minghao. âI upset her. She said I was mean to her. We canât have that. I need to make it up to her. So I think I should let her have what she wants, donât you?âÂ
Minghao lets out a breath, trying to wrap his head around what Jun had just said to him as he feels you settle back into the couch. Your cheeks were on fire. You hadnât expected Jun to actually act on what you had said, and so quickly, but here you were sitting between the two of them.Â
Shaking his head, Jun watches you and Minghao, a laugh slipping from between his lips as he moves his hand from Minghao to your jaw, turning your face towards him.Â
âIf this happens, there are rules. I donât share easily. I think you both know that.âÂ
Nodding, you bite at your bottom lip, drawing Junâs eyes down to your lips as he smirks. He could see Minghao shifting behind you. If the man didnât want to participate, all he needed to do was get up and leave, but he had a feeling he would stay right where he was until he was told otherwise.Â
âHao will wear a condom and he wonât cum in your mouth or on you. Donât even ask for it. Understand?âÂ
You whine out a small yes, and Jun coos at you, tightening his grip on your chin ever so slightly at how innocent you appear. He knew you werenât innocent, but you were pure to him, and he planned on keeping you that way. Looking past you to Minghao, Jun lifts his brow, meeting the other manâs eyes before Minghao nods in understanding.Â
âGood, as long as we all understand whoâs house this is and who Y/N belongs to, we can go play. I think it will be a fun night. I could use some fucking fun after today.â
Letting go of your face, Jun swipes the baggie from the couch and puts out his other hand for yours. Looking up at him, you look a little apprehensive until you meet Junâs eyes and he nods. You knew you could trust him. It was a strange feeling. You didnât even really understand why you trusted him. You didnât understand why you wanted to or why you felt the way you did about him. All that mattered was that you did and that made it easy to take his hand and stand up.Â
Minghao closes his eyes for a moment, running his hand over his mouth, before watching you with Jun. He wanted this. He wanted it more than anything. He had wanted you since the day you had interviewed with Jun, but then he saw the look in Junâs eyes and it was confirmed by Junâs words. Then Minghao knewâor thought he knewâyou were off limits. Now he was looking at your outstretched hand as you beckoned him to join you and Jun. It was too good to be true, but he wasnât going to give up the chance, even if it was a one time thing.Â
Giving the guest room a quick appraising look, Jun drops your hand before sitting at the top of the bed. You stand at the door with Minghao, hand in hand, as the two of you watch him curiously as he opens the nightstand, taking out a strip of condoms and laying them on top of the nightstand next to the baggie.Â
Furrowing his brows, Jun scoffs at seeing you and Minghao standing like statues in the doorway. Rolling his eyes, he leans his neck from side to side with a groan as he gestures for you to come to him.Â
âYou both act like you havenât done this before. Come here, baby. You need to loosen up.âÂ
Pouting, you kneel on the bed in front of Jun as he pouts at you, furrowing his brow and teasing you with faux concern at the tense look on your face. His fingers trail over your cheek down to your jaw before his fingers reach your throat, making you swallow hard. Leaning forward, Junâs lips brush over yours, a smile pulling up at his lips when he hears how your breath hitches from just a simple kiss.Â
âAre you that touch starved? Did I rile you up that much before I left?âÂ
Nodding to the words spoken on your lips, you whine Junâs name, reaching up to wrap your hand around his wrist, trying to pull him closer as you push your lips against his. Jun laughs on your lips before pulling back with a sigh, leaning to glance at Minghao in the doorway.Â
âAnd Hao didnât touch you at all. What an asshole.âÂ
Tsking at his best friend, Jun smirks, watching Minghao scoff and roll his eyes. He knew he wasnât allowed to touch you. He knew what Jun was doing, and now his cock was straining against his jeans at the sight of you on your knees on a bed. Lifting his hand, Minghao sighs, running his hand through his hair as Jun claims your lips once again before pulling back, causing you to whimper at the loss of his kiss.Â
âMinghao, come here and touch her. Itâs what you both want. Iâm giving you both a gift tonight. Donât waste it or my time.âÂ
Swallowing hard, Minghao nods, taking a few steps to kneel on the bed behind you as you glance back at him. Just the heat of your eyes on him has him cursing under his breath and his hands running along your sides, pushing your shirt up your back.Â
"Iâfuck, you are so pretty, doll.âÂ
Smiling at Minghaoâs words, you lean back into his chest and his touch so you can feel his breath against your ear. Groaning, Minghao meets Junâs eyes, getting a nod before he tilts his head and presses his lips to your neck right under your ear, earning himself a soft, happy moan from your lips.Â
This wasnât the first time Jun had shared a girl with Minghao before, but this time was different. You were more important. You were different. Watching Minghaoâs lips move over your skin sends Junâs thoughts racing. Some were very good, and others were possessive and bordering on obsessive. Jun knew that if it were anyone else, he would have killed them for even wanting you, but it was Minghao so that made it something he could handle.Â
As Minghao slides his hands along your stomach, Jun makes a soft sound drawing Minghaoâs attention to him. Leaning back, Minghao moves his hands, seeming to understand without words, exactly what Jun wants. You whine breathlessly, not wanting either of them to stop, until you feel both sets of hands undressing you. Both sets of hands are similar, yet you can tell that Minghaoâs have more calluses as they scratch at your skin just a bit more roughly. Junâs fingers are more familiar, but you can feel the possession behind the way he grips at your body, pulling you a bit closer to him as Minghaoâs fingers undo your pants, his lips pressed against your bare back.Â
âMy beautiful little kitten is getting spoiled tonight. You like having two men touch you, baby?âÂ
You meet Junâs eyes, nodding to watch him smirk at you. His thumbs and forefingers roll your nipples between them as Minghao lifts at your hips so he can tug your pants down your legs, a soft groan escaping his throat at the sight of your ass. Jun chuckles at both you and Minghaoâs reactions, his eyes falling to his hands as he nods in appreciation of the view in front of him.Â
âThen you can listen closely tonight, canât you? Be a good little slut for Daddy.âÂ
Fingers slide around your hip, pulling you back against Minghao. You canât help but let out a moan, your brows furrowing to the feeling of his bulge, still trapped behind his jeans pushed up against your ass. Jun lifts his brows as he waits for you to answer him. His fingers squeeze your nipples as your back arches against Minghaoâs chest and you nod frantically, whining out âyesâ.Â
âThatâs all you had to say, Y/N.âÂ
Minghao grins against the back of your neck, speaking between kisses. He was feeling more like himself and bolder with each passing minute. He could feel you wiggle your hips back against his cock and just knowing how badly you wanted him made his ego soar. He knew he could follow Junâs rules, and heâd do what he had to do to get his cock inside of you.Â
Jun grins watching you with Minghao, the way your skin erupts with chill bumps at his words and how you nod again, agreeing with him. You were being a very good girl for them both. Sitting back, he lets Minghao get the rest of your clothes off until you are sitting bare in front of them, your cheeks warm as your eyes move from either man, both still fully clothed. Jun just chuckles under his breath as you start to cross your arms to gain some of your modesty back before he lifts his hand, pulling your arm down as he shakes his head.Â
âWhy would you hide how fucking perfect you are?âÂ
Whining, you look him over as if that should answer his question, but one look at his face tells you that he wants words.Â
âYou and Minghao are still dressed. Itâs not fairâŠâÂ
Moving his hand to your chin, Jun leans to press his lips against yours softly, making you relax. He could feel you pouting against your lips, wanting to get your way. Using his free hand, Jun moves your hand to his shirt, the button resting over his chest, feeling you smile against his lips as he lets you undress him for the first time. The way your hands shake as you undo the buttons makes Jun chuckle against your lips until your head drops so you can see what you are doing. The eagerness is evident in the way your breath hitches and you move closer to him, tugging at his shirt to pull it open.Â
âCareful, kitten. Donât scratch me.â You whine his name, trying to get Jun to stop teasing you as he smiles, running his fingers over your hair. âDo you want Hao to get undressed too?âÂ
Nodding, you glance back to Minghao, who smiles at you, lifting his hand to run the back of his index finger over your cheek as your fingers rest on Junâs pants.Â
âYou are spoiled. I never thought Iâd see Wen Junhui spoil a girl so rotten.âÂ
His brows raised, Jun tilts his head at Minghao as you bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling too much. Tugging down his zipper, you lift your eyes to meet Junâs eyes, finding him watching you carefully.Â
âIs that true? Do I spoil you?âÂ
Jun lifts his hips, letting you help him pull his jeans down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers as he waits for you to answer him. Glancing back at Minghao, you start to chastise him for getting you in trouble with his words until you see him significantly less clothed than he was a few minutes earlier. Your eyes move over his toned torso and down to where his thumbs rest in the top of his boxers, a smirk on his face while he waits for you to answer Jun.Â
You stumble over your words, finding your mind going blank, only thoughts of Jun and Minghao filling it back up until Jun turns your face back towards him. You feel his fingers press against your jaw as he coos at you, finding the blank expression on your face cute and desperate.Â
âAnswer me, darling.âÂ
Shaking your head, you try to scoot closer to Jun, sliding over his thigh so that your wet folds meet his skin. Jun hisses into a groan at the feeling, his hands moving to your waist to hold you tight, not letting you get any relief.Â
âMaybe Hao is right.âÂ
With a surprised breath, you find yourself on your back, your wrists pinned to the bed as Jun hovers over you, his knee pressed between your thighs. Arching your back, you rub your lips together as you shake your head, trying to argue. You want to prove that both of them are wrong, but as soon as you canât feel Junâs thigh close enough that you can rub yourself on his skin, you manage to do the opposite. A whimpered cry slips from your lips and Jun grins, his thumbs sliding along your wrists to keep you calm.Â
âMy spoiled little princess is already crying before sheâs had any cock.â Glancing over his shoulder towards Minghao, Jun lifts his brows and tilts his head towards the nightstand. âJust wait until you hear her while sheâs stuffed full of one.âÂ
Groaning under his breath, Minghao slides on the bed towards the nightstand to swipe the strip of condoms from it. Tearing one off, he tosses the rest to the side as his breath quickens at Junâs words. He could hear your moaned sobs as Jun teased you, and the idea of hearing you be even louder as he fucked you was driving him crazy.Â
You close your hands into fists, trying to plead with Jun to touch you as you wait for Minghao to put on the condom. You knew Jun didnât need or want one, so he could so easily slip out of his boxers and bury his cock into your aching pussy... But he only nods to your begging, feeling his cock twitching hard as he practices patience.Â
âShh..shh⊠kitten. Are you that empty? Do you need it that badly?âÂ
Fingers slide through your wet folds and a moan echoes off the walls at the same time as a groan is suppressed behind clenched teeth. Jun knew youâd be wet. He had felt you on his thigh, but feeling just how wet you were after all the teasing as he pushed two of his fingers into youâthat was enough to make his cock leak in his boxers.Â
âFuck⊠I donât think I even need to stretch you. You are so damn wet. Are you that excited about having us both?âÂ
Turning your head, you feel your check burn at Junâs question, but slender fingers turn your face back towards him. Minghao lifts his brow and you hear Jun laugh as the other manâs thumb pulls at your bottom lip. Your eyes move from either man until you finally meet Junâs eyes as tears run from the corners of your eyes. You clench around his fingers as he slides a third finger into you, his teeth catching his bottom lip and biting down lightly, waiting for you to answer him.Â
âYâyeah. Ah! Jun⊠please? Please, please⊠Can I cum?â Licking your lips, you search Junâs eyes for your answer, but when he doesnât answer right away, you push him further. âDaddy⊠please?âÂ
Minghao smirks when you call Jun Daddy. He listens to the way his breath changes, a groan bordering on a growl rising in his friendâs chest as Jun puts his thumb against your clit and his forehead against yours. You were good at getting what you wanted. Minghao wasnât sure if you even meant it or if you were just using the name to get what you wanted, but either way, it was hot, and you were getting exactly what you were asking for.Â
With your mouth falling open and Minghaoâs hand falling to your throat, you find it hard to make any sound when you cum. Nothing over a gasped breath of a moan makes it out of your lips as your cum seeps around Junâs fingers. Closing your eyes and feeling your head spin almost as if you are going to pass out from the intensity of your orgasm, you scratch at Minghaoâs arm, feeling his fingers lightly tighten around your throat. He wasnât like Jun when it came to putting his hand on your throat. If it had been Junâs hand there, you knew it would have felt like danger in the most sinfully erotic way; but Minghaoâs hand felt like a necklace, keeping you grounded to the bed as you soared.Â
Jun groans, sliding his fingers from your tight walls, feeling your body start to relax under him. He knew you wanted more and that you needed more. Glancing over to Minghao, Jun smirks, seeing his friendâs lips parted as he takes in deep breaths, obviously trying to keep himself in check until he is told he could do more.Â
You lean your head back against the pillows, reaching out for Junâs arm when you feel him sit up on the bed. Your eyes follow him when he lifts his hips to push his boxers down and he swipes the baggie from the nightstand.Â
âIâm feeling generous.â Junâs eyes meet yours, his smirk pulling back up at his lips as you tilt your head, curious to hear his words. âIâm going to let Minghao fuck you first, baby. Let him see what heâs been missing out on.âÂ
Letting out a breath he hadnât realized he had been holding, Minghao runs his fingers through his hair when you look over at him. You were stunning. He could see where the tears had run along your temples from where you had cried in pleasure from your first orgasm. He could feel his cock almost aching from how hard it was at the idea of being inside of you and being the reason youâd cry again.Â
âDoes that make you happy, kitten?âÂ
Jun watches you and Minghao carefully before turning his attention to the baggie in his hand. Opening it, he turns on the bed, running his fingers along your leg to pull your knee up so that your thigh is exposed and your legs are spread. Not only could he have his way with you in this position but he also knew that Minghaoâs eyes were on your pussy now.Â
He could almost see the manâs mouth watering at the sight of your wet folds. You whine out his name before nodding, your fingers reaching for Junâs wrist once again, only for him to shake his head and pull away so he can keep doing what he has his mind set on.Â
âGood girl. I like making you happy. I guess I do spoil you.â Meeting your eyes, Jun bites his bottom lip and lifts his brows as if to make sure you are paying attention to him before he continues. âKeep your leg just like this. Keep being my good girl.âÂ
Running his fingers along your other thigh, Minghao furrows his brows, watching Jun. He had a good idea of what was going to happen, but knowing and seeing were another thing altogether. Taking a deep breath, Minghao shakes his head as Jun taps the baggie against your inner thigh, leaving a small, thin line of powder on your skin. While he didnât partake in what he sold, that didnât mean that he couldnât appreciate the visual or the sentiment.Â
Your lips part in a small, surprised gasp when you feel Jun lean down to snort the line from your thigh. Without much thought, you run your fingers through his hair, your skin erupting with chill bumps as his nose brushes along your skin. With a small, satisfied groan, Jun hovers over your leg, taking a deep breath in from his nose and feeling his head start to rush. Smiling as the feeling of euphoria spreads over him, Jun presses his lips against your thigh before once again meeting your eyes.Â
âYou are so fucking perfect... Mmm, you wanted to fuck Hao?â Nodding to Junâs question, as he moves up your body, you smile as he lays over you, his lips hovering yours. âIâll give you anything you want, princess.âÂ
You could see how Junâs eyes had dilated. You knew that there were limits to what he would give you on a normal basis, but you hadnât been with him like this before. Right now, Jun was looking at you like you were his world. You could feel your heart beating hard in your chest as his hands ran along your sides and his lips gently pressed to yours between words.Â
âMy pretty angel. Iâm gonna watch you fall apart for him and then Iâm gonna fuck you so hard.âÂ
Pulling back from you, Jun leaves you breathless from just his words before he gestures to Minghao and you barely have time to think. Hands slide along your hips as Minghao pulls you on the mattress towards him and kneels between your thighs. Leaning down over you, he smirks at your surprised expression, running his right hand between your breasts as he traces the trail of your tears with his left thumb.Â
âIs that what youâre going to do, doll? Fall apart for me.âÂ
Nodding quickly, you listen to Minghao laugh almost darkly as his lips glide along your cheek before he finally presses his lips to yours. The kiss doesnât last for nearly as long as you want it to, his lips pulling away from yours, making you chase him for more. Running his fingers over your hair, Minghao smirks at how eager you are. Yes, he wanted you, but it was powerful to feel your body shiver under his every time he would pull away from you.Â
âPlease, oh my god. I canât take it.âÂ
You finally close your eyes, tears on the rims of your eyes as you feel your walls clench around nothing. Minghao smiles, his finger tracing your hard nipple as you arch into his touch. He knew you werenât his, but he could pretend, even if it was just for a short time. Jun cocks his head to the side, his eyes focused on Minghaoâs hand as he presses his thumb against your nipple, pulling a moan from your mouth. He knew that Minghao wanted to tease you for longer, but his heart was racing, his hands tightening into fists at how thirsty he was already feeling for you. Impatience was starting to kick back in for him.Â
âIf you donât fuck her, Hao... Iâll show you how itâs done. Stop teasingâ put your fucking cockââÂ
Meeting Junâs eyes, Minghao is the one who gives the warning look this time. He knew Jun wasnât in the same state of mind that he had been when the three of you had gotten into bed. Lifting his hand, Jun rubs his nose hard, leaning back with a groan of annoyance, pushing the same fingers through his hair. Minghao just shakes his head as you run your fingers up his arm out of some concern, a look of curiosity in your eyes.Â
âHeâs fine. Heâll get all that energy out once Iâm done. He said he was being generous, now he can wait and watch.âÂ
Smirking at how your eyes widen. The confidence that he was displaying even in front of someone that you had seen reduced him to something resembling an obedient puppy. It had your pussy almost weeping for him.Â
âYou can handle this, canât you?â Tilting his head, Minghaoâs smirk pulls into a full grin as his hand pushes your knee up towards your stomach. You feel the stretch in the back of one thigh as he repeats the process with the other leg and puts your hands on the back of your knees. ââCourse you can, doll. Stay still.âÂ
You start to question him, but any question you have leaves your head along with any thoughts when Minghao lines his cock up with you and buries himself in you in one smooth motion. Closing your eyes, you dig your nails into the back of your legs as you let out a soft, crying moan.Â
The stretch isnât so much that you are in pain. You can tell he isnât as big as Jun, but that didnât seem to matter that much because his cock was long and he knew what he was doing. With each deep, slow thrust, Minghao manages to let the tip of his cock push against your g-spot.Â
Finally, you take a deep breath and the tears he had hoped to see slip from your eyes start to stream along your temples once again. Minghao groans your name at the sight. He feels his stomach tighten, his pace picking up, and the sound of skin meeting skin loudly bouncing around the room.Â
Licking his lips Jun tries to swallow, but his mouth is so dry he can only groan, shifting on the bed, wanting to get closer to you. He wanted to be patient, but one more sobbing moan slipped between your pretty lips as he tugged on the bed so he could lean on his arm next to you. He was so thirsty, but looking at you, he knew that youâd somehow take care of it all.Â
Familiar fingers tighten around your jaw, turning your head to the left as you open your eyes. Meeting Junâs intense gaze, you whimper his name as Minghao thrusts into the hardest that he had the entire night. Your orgasm rips through your body as Junâs lips brush over your lips. He works his kisses towards your lips with a groan as Minghaoâs fingers bruise your ass with how hard he holds you.Â
Leaning his head back, Minghao curses into a groan, feeling you clench around him. You were so tight, it was hard to move. Now he had to work that much harder to fuck you the way he wanted to; you were driving him to the point that he was going to follow you right over that edge.Â
Groaning your name, Minghao watches Jun lay back, a smirk on the manâs lips after the rough kiss. The moment your eyes meet his, Minghao loses any control he once had. His movement becomes messy, each thrust deep and hard as he cums hard, wishing the condom keeping him separated from you was gone.Â
Trying to catch his breath, Minghao moves your legs down and around his hips as he lays over you. You gasp, feeling his hips roll towards you so that his cock is as deep as he can possibly be before he comes to a stop. You smile against Minghaoâs lips, your nails pressing into the back of his biceps when he nips at your lips before slowly pulling back from you.Â
The absence of Minghao sends a shiver through your body. Chill bumps spread along your skin and Jun smiles, running his fingers along your collarbone, marveling at the sight as Minghao moves off the bed. You were all his again. Jun was trying to give you a moment to come down from your orgasm, but the more his eyes moved over your body, the more he felt like he was going crazy.Â
Sliding over the bed, Jun smirks at hearing you sigh out his name. Leaning down, he presses his lips to your stomach, his hand pushing your hip back down as you try to arch off the bed towards him.Â
âYou just got fucked and you are still acting like a bitch in heat.âÂ
Your cheeks burn as Jun degrades you, his eyes meeting yours from between your legs. You canât help the chill that runs through your body at how intense he looks, his eyes darker from how dilated his pupils are and how hungry he looks. Fingers scratch over your soft skin, as Jun sits back on his knees, his hands finally resting on your hips, his eyes still locked with yours.Â
"Kitten, you are always so fucking pretty. Have I told you that?âÂ
Starting to look away, you hear Jun tsk in warning so you keep your eyes on him. The bed sinks beside you as Minghao lays back, resting on his elbow, watching intently. He knew Jun had been waiting for this moment and he would be lying to himself if he hadnât been waiting for it a bit himself. He enjoyed watching.Â
âItâs true. I used to watch you all the time at the bar, but this... baby, you are the prettiest when you are on your back for me.âÂ
Your lips part at Junâs words and his confession. You hadnât noticed him looking at you, but you had also kept your head down. You had tried for months to keep yourself off his shit list, when perhaps you should have been enjoying his eyes moving over your body.Â
Seeing the realization clicking in your eyes, Jun laughs and lifts his hand, rubbing at his nose as he shakes his head, feeling it spinning. He needed to do something with all of this pent up energy and you were right here, waiting to get fucked again. He had promised to fuck you hard, and he planned on keeping that promise.Â
Leaning over you, Jun slides your hands up the bed, grinning down at you as he lifts his brow at your reaction. You wanted to touch him and he knew it. You had been the same way in his office, but he wasnât ready to give you what you wanted. This was still his house and you were his to use as he saw fit.Â
âHold her arms.âÂ
You look up as Minghaoâs hands take the place of Jun's, pinning your wrists to the bed. Giving a small test tug just to see if Minghao would let you go, you pout when he shakes his head at you, keeping a firm grip. Your attention is brought back to Jun when his hands pull your legs up so that your ass rests on his thighs, your knee almost at his hips.Â
Biting at his bottom lip, Jun moves his hand from your hip to his shaft, pushing himself down so that his tip rubs between your wet, swollen folds on the way to your waiting entrance. Warmth wraps around him as Jun rolls his hips to meet yours. At first he keeps his thrusts shallow and slow, but watching you arch off the bed, trying to roll your hips down to take more of him, does something to Jun. The corners of his lips pull up into a cocky smirk as he uses his hand still on your hip to pull you down over him like a toy.Â
The stretch of taking Jun reminds you just how much bigger he is than Minghao. Gasping through a moan, you try to scratch at Minghaoâs hands as Jun continues to move you over his cock, harder and faster. You feel your brain start to go fuzzy, your eyes rolling back into your head as you let him use you and you just let go completely.
Whimpered groans slip between Junâs lips as his jaw tightens almost to the point where itâs painful as he clenches his teeth, feeling his climax right on the edge of a cliff. Itâs as if he is looking over at the rocks as waves crash over them, but your velvet walls are sucking him back in, keeping him warm, and pushing him to hold out longer.Â
âSo fucking good. Baby, youâre perfect. Gonna cum for Daddy?âÂ
Nodding, you tug at Minghaoâs hands as your eyes move over Junâs torso and his hands as they rest on your waist. You want nothing more than to grab at his skin and feel him under your fingertips but Minghao holds you tight. Sobbing into a moan, you arch your back off the bed and push down over Junâs cock as you cum around him. Your mouth falls open and your body is completely pliable when your brain goes blank during your orgasm, just a toy for Jun to take his cum.Â
His eyes move over your body, your skin glistening with sweat as soft moans slip out of your mouth and into the air like the most beautiful song he has ever heard. Jun shakes his head, feeling himself starting to lose momentum as he fills you with his cum. His hands start to shake against your hips with a few final hard thrusts that send you towards Minghao. Falling over your body, Jun whispers your name against your ear, a smile on his lips when he feels you nod, letting him know you are okay.Â
Letting go of your hands, Minghao watches you weakly move them to Jun. He furrows his brows, following your fingers through Junâs hair and over his shoulders as you hold the man laying on top of you. You had been gentle with him after he had fucked you, but this was different. You were tender with Jun and he was the same with you. Suddenly, Minghao was feeling like he was intruding somewhere he wasnât supposed to be.Â
Swallowing hard, Jun groans, his head starting to ache as the high that he had been riding starts to crash. Rolling off of you, he sighs, lifting his hand to run it over his face as you watch him concerned. You turn on your side carefully observing him as he licks his lips and makes a face like heâs tasted something bad in the air, his eyes still closed.Â
âHis mouth is probably dry as fuck.âÂ
Furrowing your brows, you look up at Minghao as he leans back against the headboard. You didnât know anything about what Jun had taken, but clearly he did. Sighing softly, Minghao slips off the bed and out of the room towards the kitchen. You turn your attention back to Jun, wondering if you need to get up and get him some water, when Minghao comes back into the room with a bottle of water, making your chest tighten. Clearly, he had done this before.Â
Sitting up, you reach out for the water, taking it from Minghao. Making an unsure sound, you look at Jun lying flat on the bed and Minghao chuckles, rolling his eyes.Â
âLet me move him into the bed and get his head on the pillows. Heâs gonna pass out, but... heâs fine, alright?âÂ
You werenât so sure, but you just nodded, trying your best to help Minghao move the larger man up in the bed. You take charge of pulling the sheets from under him and placing them over his body as Minghao adjusts a pillow under his friendâs neck. Pouting to yourself, you open the bottle of water as you lean over Jun, putting the bottle to his lips and letting him take sips of the water. Your eyes meet Minghaoâs a few times before you finally smile and let out a slow, long breath.
âThanks. I guess Iâm kinda useless when it comes to this.âÂ
Shaking his head, Minghao moves to the dresser, taking out a pair of spare pajama pants and slipping them on as he glances back at you and Jun. He knew he could just leave, but he didnât want to. You looked like a lost bird and Jun could be a bit unpredictable coming down. No, heâd stay, at least until he knew that youâd both be okay without him.Â
Sitting back on the side of the bed near you, Minghao leans down to pick up his cell phone that had fallen out of his jeans to read over a few missed texts as you fuss over Jun. At least nothing had burned down, metaphorically or physically, in the time he and Jun had been busy.Â
You look up at him curiously, hearing a sigh of relief before your eyes move to his phone, watching his thumbs move over it quickly. You knew there was more going on than Jun was willing to tell you, but Minghao was a bit more forthcoming. Of course, that had been before the apartment fiasco and getting his ass chewed out by Jun, but maybe if you approached it right...Â
âHeâs been so stressed out. I guess this was good for him. Ya know, to just let go? Not worry about the bar, all the shit thatâs going on there.âÂ
Lifting his brows, Minghao scoffs, thinking your words were an understatement. Writing one more reply to Mingyu, he sighs and glances over to you as you put the lid back on the water, putting it on the nightstand, as Jun snores quietly beside the two of you.Â
âMm, yeah. He doesnât do shit like this often. He doesnât go crazy with it either, but shit has been fucked up lately.âÂ
Nodding, you run your fingers over Junâs hair, pushing it back from his forehead, before sliding off the bed, feeling Minghaoâs eyes following you. Gesturing towards the door, you smile and tilt your head to the side.Â
âIâm gonna get some clothes and something to eat. You wanna join me?âÂ
Giving one last glance to Jun as he sleeps a bit restlessly, Minghao frowns before giving you a nod. He could hear his stomach growling and he could use some water himself after everything that had happened.Â
Slipping one of Junâs shirts over your head, you feel the end of it rest just under where your shorts end. You stretch your arms as you move back into the kitchen to find Minghao sitting at the island, his head turned back towards the guest room where Jun was sleeping. From where he was sitting, with the door open, he could keep an eye on him. You feel your lips pull up into a smile before you force yourself to relax and clear your throat. You loved how close he and Jun clearly were. You had never noticed it before, but there was something about fucking them both that made it easier to see.Â
Looking over to you as you clear your throat, Minghao gives you a half smile, lifting a fresh bottle of water to his lips as his eyes move over you from head to toe. He knew you were wearing Junâs clothes, but he didnât hate it. You looked cute in them.Â
"So, whatâs for dinner?âÂ
Your lips pull back up in a smile as you turn towards the fridge, opening it up so you can lean against it looking at the choices. Taking out the milk, you show it to Minghao before reaching up for a box of cereal. You watch the manâs half smile turn into a full grin before he laughs and nods approvingly at your choice.Â
âAlright, chef.âÂ
Cereal is in front of you and Minghao, and you join him in occasional glances towards the guest room. The restlessness that had been evident before seemed to have calmed as Jun lay on his back, one arm across his stomach, the other threatening to fall off the side of the bed. Minghao watches you for a moment, bringing his spoon to his lips to take a bite of his cereal as your brows furrow watching Jun.Â
âYouâre whipped.âÂ
Your cheeks burn hearing Minghaoâs words, even muffled by food as he chews. Meeting his eyes, you scoff and shake your head, trying to play off how you feel, but even you know that you feel something for Jun. If you didn't, you wouldnât let him keep you âsafeâ and in the dark.Â
âWhatever⊠He grew on me.âÂ
Smirking, Minghao rests his spoon against his lips before sighing as you take a bite of your own cereal, eating it quietly. He starts to let his guard down before your next words cause him to take a deep breath and his eyes to fall back down to his bowl.Â
âMinghao? Tell me whatâs going on. What happened today? Please?âÂ
He knew he could tell you no. He knew he could tell you to ask Jun, but he also knew Jun wouldnât tell you. He knew that Jun would tell you that it was safer not knowing, but Minghao was starting to wonder if that was true. You not knowing was going to make you complacent. Not knowing is what made you walk up to the idiots in the bar the way you did in the first place. Being in the dark about everything is what made you feel safe enough to walk to your car alone after saying what you did to them.Â
âUh⊠heâfuck, Y/N. Heâs gonna kick my ass, but listen, alright? I think you should know. Itâs better to know what you are up against so you can avoid it.âÂ
Your brows furrow as you lean towards Minghao, waiting for him to continue. You werenât sure if you agreed with his logic any more than you agreed with Junâs. They both wanted to treat you like some little lamb. Yes, you had been terrified after what had happened to you in the parking lot, but after what had happened to your apartment and what you were seeing happening to Jun, you were pissed. You needed to understand it before you could really see it. Your eyes couldnât be closed anymore.Â
âIâll deal with Jun. I do need to know. It involves me, but itâs also fucking everything up. I fucked it all up.âÂ
Reaching out to take your wrist into his hand, Minghao is quick to shake his head. His eyes fall to where his thumb glides over your skin at your pulse point. He knew he shouldnât be touching you while Jun was asleep, but after what had just happened in bed with you, he felt maybe he could get by with just a little.Â
âYou didnât, doll. It wasnât yourâshit⊠I wonât lie. You shouldnât have gone up to those fuckers without knowing who and what they could do, but that doesnât make this your fault.â Minghao sighs into his words as you turn your hand in his, letting him have better access to your skin. âJun met with their boss today. Thatâs the man who wants your head on a stick. He blames you for three of his idiots not walking around today.âÂ
You try to picture Jun meeting with someone who could be in charge of the men who had attacked you and it makes you feel sick to your stomach. Anyone who could be worse than those men... you didnât want someone around Jun, you didnât want him around Minghao, and you didnât want him around the bar. The thought passes through your head, but then you remember that Jun is just as frightening.Â
"Iâwell, heâs not wrong, but why did JunââÂ
âFuck that, Y/N!â Looking over to where Jun turns in bed when he raises his voice, Minghao furrows his brows and lowers his voice before continuing. âNo, they would have gotten into some shit and ended up the same way on their own with or without what happened that night. It was just a matter of time.âÂ
Sighing, you just nod, closing your fingers around Minghaoâs. You knew he was probably right, but it still didnât change how you felt. It was getting easier for you to understand that people died around Jun and Minghao. You understood that they were probably going to die around you if you stayed in this world. You just needed to understand why. Tilting your head, you lift your other hand, gesturing for Minghao to continue getting a nod.Â
âAnyway, he met with him. His name is Park Bonhwa. Donât look him up; donât look for him. Iâll know if you do.âÂ
As if reading your mind, the warning makes you sit up as Minghaoâs eyes meet yours. You can only press your lips together as his eyes search yours, waiting for you to nod. Only when he is satisfied that you understand does he look back towards Jun and continue with his story.Â
âYou know he took Wonwoo, the lawyer. I know Mingyu was there; thatâs how I know most of this. I just know it went bad. Wonwoo got hurt, but heâs alright. Heâs aliveâŠâÂ
Your hand tightens around Minghaoâs and he sighs, knowing that piece of information would make you upset. You didnât even know Wonwoo, but you were a caring person. That was why he wanted you to avoid all this, and that was why Jun shut your eyes.Â
âJun beat the shit out of Bonhwa and Mingyu threw his ass out. They warned him to leave you alone and I think he got the message.âÂ
Looking in the direction of Jun, you remember how red and swollen his knuckles were when he came home from the bar. You remember the dried blood and cracked skin and your stomach tightens. While you feel some fear for Jun, you also feel a sense of pride knowing that he was not only doing it for you but also defending Wonwoo.Â
âAnd Wonwoo? Is he okay?âÂ
Smiling to one side, Minghao shakes his head when your first question isnât about Park Bonhwa or about how they know he will stay away, but instead about your concern for Wonwooâs health. Your kind heart shows through the tough exterior you were trying to build.Â
âHeâs alright. Mingyu took him to Junâs doctor. Got him patched up, and Iâm pretty sure heâs on a retreat so he can heal.âÂ
Lifting your brows, you try to imagine what Minghao means by his last words. You knew it had something to do with Jun and that the lawyer was probably somewhere very nice and being taken care of very well. The idea of that makes you feel much better about the situation.Â
âThatâs good. Iâm glad heâs being taken care of. Iâd like to see him again once heâs feeling better.âÂ
Sliding his fingers along your palm, Minghao chuckles under his breath as he leans back in the bar stool chair before nodding.Â
âIâm sure heâll be around the bar in a couple months.âÂ
Meeting his eyes, you smile, having had so many of your questions answered. You still feel a weight on your chest that Jun wasnât the one to tell you, but the strength of knowing lets you breathe. Leaning forward, you feel Minghao freeze when your lips brush over his. At first, he doesnât kiss you back until you meet his eyes at such a close distance and he knows you wonât take no for an answer.Â
Your lips press against Minghaoâs and you take in a deep breath through your nose when his fingers slide back over your hand to wrap around your wrist. The kiss is tender; it takes your breath away, but it is brief. When Minghao pulls away, you almost pout, but upon meeting his eyes, you know that he feels the same way.Â
âThank you for telling me everything, Minghao.âÂ
Minghao takes a deep breath to calm his nerves as he nods. He didnât regret telling you, but he was already mentally preparing himself for the lashing he was bound to receive the following day.Â
Junâs head was busting, but turning to his side, he couldnât help smiling. You were sleeping next to him. He was still in the guest room, and that meant you had chosen to sleep beside him. You could have gone to the bedroom the two of you had been sharing since he had brought you to his penthouse, but you had laid down beside him instead.Â
You were beautiful. He had told you that many times, but today more so. The light from the window on this side of the building was able to peek through the blinds and it was playing against your skin. Jun furrowed his brows, letting his eyes follow the rays of light as they danced where he wanted to run his fingers.Â
While he didnât regret the night before, he knew that it would be hard to share you again. It would be a rare thing to let anyone elseâMinghao includedâbe that close to you. Taking a deep breath, Jun scoots closer to you, lifting his hand to very carefully brush his index finger along your cheek. He smiles again, watching how your face scrunches up at the feeling. He wasnât really trying to wake you up, but that desire to touch you was too much. He knew what he was feeling, but he wasnât ready to admit it to himself. He had never felt like this about anyone else before.Â
You whine in your sleep, feeling yourself starting to wake up as Junâs fingers move over your hair. It was a nice way to wake up. He wasnât rushing you. You were warm and you felt safe. Slowly, your eyes open, and you canât help but smile when the first thing you see is Junâs face so close to yours. It wasnât a horrible way to start your day, and it was becoming something you looked forward to.Â
âMorning.âÂ
Humming in response, Jun traces the shape of your ear as he swallows hard, feeling how dry his mouth was. He couldnât stay with you much longer like this, no matter if he wanted to or not. He needed something to drink and his stomach was growling to the point that your eyes were glancing down at the bed. Watching your smile turn into a laugh at the sound, Jun shakes his head, leaning forward to press his lips against your forehead before sitting up with a groan. He was sore. His hands felt stiff. His knuckles almost needed to be forced to move as bruises had formed over the night.Â
Sitting up with Jun, you glance down at his hands before your pretty smile falls into a frown. Reaching for the hand closest to you, you take a breath, running your thumb over the cracked skin and hearing Jun wince. The adrenaline from the night before had made it easy for him to ignore the pain, but now it was evidentâeven if he wanted to pretend like he didnât feel it.Â
âI donât blame you for doing it, but you need to clean your hands better. I know he deserved to have his ass kicked.âÂ
Junâs brows furrow slowly as he lifts his head in confusion. Had he told you what happened while he was high? No, he hadnât been that high. He would remember. Looking over at you, Jun pulls his hand from you, rubbing his knuckles hard as you sigh at him, unhappy that he is treating his hands with so little care.Â
âWho deserved it? Iâm fine, Y/N. I donât know what the fuck you are talking about.âÂ
Watching Jun slide out of bed, you furrow your brows knowing exactly what he was doing. He was trying to hide things from you again. You thought if you caught him off guard with what you knew he would just tell you, not needing to be prompted to do it, but instead he was just lying.Â
Following behind him, you cross your arms as Jun opens the fridge harder than necessary to take out a bottle of water. Tossing the lid on to the kitchen island, he meets your eyes as he quickly drains the bottle and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. He could see you were upset with him, but he wasnât pleased with you. He was trying to figure out how you could know anything, but the more he thought about it, only one person came to mind, Minghao.Â
âIâm not doing this.âÂ
Shaking his head, Jun watches you scoff, your eyes rolling as he turns towards the bedroom. Your eyes move over his bare body, noticing scars that you had either ignored before or hadnât taken the time to really look at. Now your eyes were open and you were seeing everything. He had been through a lot more than you could ever really understand, but you wanted to.Â
Jun tugs open his dresser, pulling out a pair of sweatpants, not looking at you as you follow him into the room. He had a feeling you werenât going to give up, but that still didnât mean he was going to tell you anything. The only thing on Junâs mind was how badly he wanted to kick Minghaoâs ass.Â
Standing behind Jun, you watch him pull the pants up to his hips before you reach out to run your fingers over his hip, your index finger tracing a long scar. You find yourself wondering if the scar was from something as simple as an accident or if someone else had given it to him. The line was jagged and the more your imagination got away from you, you could almost picture it being made by a knife. A chill runs through your body, and your hand shakes as Junâs hand rests over yours.Â
âI want you to tell me things, Jun. I need to know whatâs going on. I still work at the bar. I canât sit in this fucking penthouse for the rest of my life.âÂ
Fingers tighten around yours as Jun scoffs. You were infuriating. Shaking his head, Jun turns to face you, dropping your hand as he walks towards you, watching you take a step back.Â
âAnd why the fuck not? Do you seriously still not get it? If you are so goddamn smart and you think you already know so much because your buddy Minghao has given you all the detailsââÂ
Jun stops for a moment when he sees your brows furrow, tears starting to coat your eyes. He knew he was upsetting you, but maybe thatâs what it was going to take. Leaning down to take both your wrists to keep you in front of him, Jun meets your eyes.Â
âYou donât know shit. He barely knows what the fuck heâs talking about, Y/N. You are safe here! In these walls. I donât want you at the bar!âÂ
Tugging your arms in Junâs grasp, you feel your anger rising. The tears that had started to collect in your eyes spill over onto your cheeks from frustration when he keeps a firm grip not letting you get your way.Â
âIâJun! Let me go. What do you mean, you donât want me there? I work there! You hired me to work there. I have to understand whatââÂ
âFine! Youâre fired!âÂ
You stop struggling and stand in front of Jun in shock when he cuts you off. You knew that he didnât want to explain things to you and that he wanted to protect you but you never thought he would go as far as to fire you. You were good at your job. You loved working with the people at the bar. You werenât close with your family so over time they had become like your family, and now Jun was keeping you from them.Â
Jun watches anger turn to pain on your face as your tears flow more freely down your face. His heart was aching, but he needed to make you understand his way. Yes, Park Bonhwa had hopefully gotten his message, but he also knew that every single one of his men had your face in their hands. It terrified him because he lovâ no, he couldnât even think about it.Â
âWhat did you just say to me?âÂ
Swallowing hard, Jun loosens his grip on you, trying to get his own footing as you make him repeat himself. It was harder the second time.Â
âIâI said, youâre fired, Y/N.âÂ
Jerking your arms from Junâs grasp, you pull from him as he watches, running his fingers through his hair as you start to move through the bedroom, picking up bits and pieces of your clothing. His heart was pounding in his chest; this hadnât been what he wanted. He didnât want you at the bar, but that didnât mean he didnât want or need you here.Â
âWait⊠baby. Whatâno. What are you doing?âÂ
Junâs hand pulls at your wrist as you push your things into the bag that Minghao had brought for you the first night you had been brought to the penthouse. Pulling away from him again, you hear Junâs breath get caught in his throatâalmost the sound of a choked sobâbut you donât look at him. You were too busy blinking away your own tears and making up your mind.Â
âIâm packing, Mr. Wen. What does it look like?âÂ
Hearing you call him Mr. Wen cuts like a knife. Groaning under his breath, Jun shakes his head and reaches for your bag this time, only for you to meet his eyes and for that look to stop him in his tracks. You looked furious and hurt.Â
âIf Iâm no longer your employee, you have no fucking reason to make me stay. I can walk out the door. I donât have any ties to you.âÂ
That was worse than his name. You were twisting the knife. Jun wasnât sure if you knew how he felt about you, but those words were breaking him. Pulling your bag over your shoulder, you try to push past Jun, tears dripping from your cheeks as he pulls you back against his chest, wrapping his arm around your chest.Â
âYou donât have anywhere to go. Donât do this, please? IâIâm sorry. I needâŠâÂ
Junâs voice trails off and you feel his fingers tremble against your shoulder. You knew you could probably pull his arm down and away from you, but leaning back against his chest, you could feel his body shake. You had never seen or heard Jun cry. There was no way he was crying over you.Â
âI can figure out somewhere to go.â Trying to look back at him, you see Jun close his eyes, turning his face away from you as if heâs hiding something. âWhat do you need? Finish the sentence.âÂ
Groaning, Jun lets you go, feeling you turn your body towards him. He was trying to keep his emotions in check, but his cheeks were wet. You canât stop yourself from frowning, you have to fight yourself to keep your hands at your sides as the urge to wipe the tears from his cheeks becomes strong. You were shocked to see him crying; it was breaking your heart, but it wasnât going to change your mind, not if Jun couldnât finish what he had started to say.Â
âIâI need you. I need you to stay here.âÂ
The first part of Junâs explanation makes your head feel light, almost as if you are going to faint. You take a breath to steady yourself. You had never been needed by anyone, especially not by someone like Wen Junhui, but hearing him admit it made you feel weak in the knees. The second part made your brows furrow, that seemed like what he had been saying over and over again.Â
âI canât just live inside this penthouse for the rest of my life and not be able to goââÂ
âNo, no, I know. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry, baby. Please, let me explain.âÂ
Junâs eyes open, and his hands move to cautiously hold your arms as if heâs afraid youâll walk away from him. This time he doesnât force you to stand in front of him, but he guides you to stay watching and nod so he can continue.Â
âIâm so fucking scared someone will hurt you and I wonât be there to stop it. I thoughtâI was hoping that by keeping you inside the house, youâd be safe and happy.âÂ
Your head tilts, your eyes narrow, and Jun lets out a whining groan, knowing that he is wrong.Â
âI know; I see it now. You arenât happyânot happy like I wanted. I just get so fucking obsessed with wanting to keep you safe becauseâwell, becauseâŠâÂ
Lifting your brow, you watch Jun struggle with his words. He had always been so well spoken at the bar, even when he was yelling at someone. You had never seen him so tongue tied and unable to get his words to connect from his brain to his mouth. Shifting in his hands, you lift your hand to finally wipe at one of his cheeks with your thumb, and Jun almost melts at your touch. Leaning into your hand, he closes his eyes and lets out a soft, content sound, happy to feel your hand on his skin. He knows what he wants to say and what he needs to say, but itâs terrifying.Â
âJust say it, Jun. This is what is driving me crazy. I canât live my life around you if you donât tell me whatâs going on. I canât read your mind. I canât understand things if Iâm not told.âÂ
Nodding, Junâs hand gently wraps around your wrist so he can turn your hand in his leaning to press his lips to the heel of your hand. This was going to change everything. You were changing everything. Junâs entire worldview was on its head because of some innocent girl that he thought was cute and he decided to hire her. He just had to go and fall in love with you.Â
âIâll do better. I promise. Give me a chance. Donât leave me. You can come back to the bar. I need you.âÂ
There was still so much left unsaid, but you were getting the feeling that they were words that he needed time to process and to say. The words that he was able to say were enough to make your shoulders relax and for you to nod. You just wanted to compromise with him. You werenât trying to rebuild his entire world; you were just trying to be part of it.Â
Moving his hands to either side of your face, Jun furrows his brows, watching your expression. Your eyes stay locked on his and Jun finally lets out a breath, not seeing any sign that you were going to pull away from him again. Leaning forward, he pushes his lips against yours, gently letting the kiss hopefully say everything he canât seem to get out.Â
The kiss is different. Jun doesnât rush. Instead, his thumbs brush against your cheeks as his tongue glides along yours slowly. You find yourself having to wrap your fingers around his wrists to keep yourself steady as your head once again feels woozy. When you sway in his arms, Jun furrows his brows, only then pulling back to look at you to see your eyes still closed and your lips barely parted, waiting for another kiss. Smiling, he brushes his lips back against yours before pulling your bag from your shoulder and letting it fall to the floor as he walks you backward towards the bed.Â
The back of your legs hit the bed before you feel Jun lay you back on the bed. His hand behind your head doesnât let you fall; he rests one knee against the mattress as he lowers you down, making sure you never slip from his hold. Whispering his name, you start to slide your hands along Junâs chest as he hovers above you, but remembering how every time you had been with him, he hadnât let you touch him, you pause.Â
Jun furrows his brows, seeing the uncertainty in your eyes and the way your voice wavers. There was something intimate about having someone touch you. That had been why he hadnât wanted your hands on him often. He liked you too much. He had been falling in love with you too quickly and it scared the shit out of him. If he kept your hands off his skin as much as possible as he fucked you into a mattress or on top of his desk, then he couldnât feel as connected to you.Â
Looking at you now, as you lay under him, your lips parted as you took deep breaths. All Jun wants is your hands on him. Reaching for your hand, Jun lifts it and puts your palm against his chest, near his heart. You feel it beating hard and fast in his chest, almost faster than yours. Your eyes fall to where your fingers rest over Junâs skin as you carefully move your hand before bringing your other hand up to run it along his side. You could really see each scar now; you could trace them with your fingers, but you could also count each mole and freckle. You were able to appreciate how beautiful Jun was without being told not to touch him or being rushed to do something else.Â
Licking his lips, Jun feels chill bumps spread along his skin under your touch. You were being gentle, almost as if you were afraid he was going to make you stop. That wouldnât happen again. He was yours just as much as he claims you as his own now. He should tell you that, Jun thinks to himself as his thumb glides under the borrowed shirt that had ridden up on your torso. Shaking his head to himself, he just smiles instead and meets your eyes before pressing his lips to yours once again, his hips rutting against yours, begging for relief.Â
You had fallen for this man. You were breathless from his kiss and the way his mouth felt on your skin. You hadnât let yourself admit it, not even when Minghao teased you, but as Junâs kisses trailed along your jaw to your neck, you knew it was true. You couldnât see yourself anywhere else but with him now.Â
âWanna do this forever.âÂ
Junâs words make you clench around nothing; your thighs tighten around his hips. Groaning next to your ear at your reaction, Jun scratches his fingers up under your shirt, pushing it up your chest. If this were any other day, he would have already had you naked and split you open with his cock, but not this time. Jun didnât make love, but he did this time. He would make love to you.Â
âSound so pretty. Sound like an angel, kitten.âÂ
Whimpering as Jun speaks, you lean your head back, scratching your nails lightly over his shoulders and feeling his fingers massage at your breasts. This was better than any other time that he had fucked you. Yes, all the other times had felt great, but you were already so wet that you were uncomfortable and Jun had barely touched you.Â
âDonât tease. Please, not today, Junnie.âÂ
The name slips out of your mouth before you even think about it. Pressing your lips together, you wait for Jun to get upset or have at least a negative reaction, but instead he leans back to look down at you, a smile on his lips. Leaning down, Jun pecks at your lips as his brows furrow curiously.Â
âCall me that again.âÂ
Licking your lips, you watch Jun lean back, his hands pulling the shirt up and over your head so he can toss it behind him.Â
âJunnieâŠâÂ
Chuckling under his breath, Jun shakes his head at how much he enjoys the sweet name on your lips. He hated nicknames and most pet names. They were degrading to someone of his standing, but this one coming out of your mouth made his chest feel light.Â
You sigh happily when Junâs lips brush over the top of your breast, his kisses moving slowly over your skin until he reaches your nipple. Lacing your fingers through his hair, your grip gets tighter when Junâs tongue laps at your nipple, causing it to harden. So much of your time with Jun has been centered on him. Anything he had done at the end of the day had been to prepare you to take him, but now he was taking his time, almost worshiping you as he worked his way from one breast to the other.Â
âAh⊠feels good.âÂ
Grazing his teeth over your pebbled nipple, Jun smiles when you arch your chest towards his mouth. He hadnât been lying when he said you sounded like an angel. Every moan and whimper out of your mouth was driving him crazy. He could feel himself leaking against the front of his sweatpants as he worked his kisses lower, over your stomach, and down to where your panties sat low on your hips.Â
Glancing up at you, Jun watches you lift your hand to brush your fingers at your lips, trying to be quieter, only to fail to feel his warm breath fan across your panties. He didnât want you to be quiet and he had a feeling you wouldnât be able to once he got started.Â
Using his index finger, Jun tugs your panties to the side, marveling at how wet your folds are. Carefully, he separates your lips using his thumb, letting out a soft groan as his eyes move from your clit down to your clenching hole. He knew how good it felt to be inside of you, and he wanted that more than anything, but he could be patient. Today, for you, he could do just about anything.Â
When Junâs tongue glides between your folds, you almost start to cry. Tears of pleasure sit on the rims of your eyes as you scratch the bedding under your hands. The warmth of his mouth, mixed with the fact that he clearly knows what he is doing, is enough to make you see stars.Â
Stiffening his tongue, Jun wraps one arm under your leg, pulling you closer to his mouth as he furrows his brows to your taste. Pushing his tongue into you, he canât help the deep groan that escapes his mouth and causes his mouth to almost vibrate against your pussy. Muttering fuck, against your folds, Jun shakes his head as he leans back to spit on your already soaking folds. Watching his spit drip down your skin, he smirks and is right back to what he was doing, his lips and tongue moving over your clit, making your thighs shake.Â
When you cum, you donât have time to warn Jun. You only have enough time to push your fingers into his hair and hold him tighter between your legs as you cry out in pleasure. Letting go of his head, you start to apologize when you feel Jun laugh, his lips pressing against your thigh. Shaking his head, he groans and turns his attention back to your pussy. Jun can feel your thighs shaking around his head as he laps at the cum dripping from you but he only stops when you whine and tell him itâs too much.Â
"Sorry, baby, you taste so good. I should have done that earlier.âÂ
Covering your face, you feel your cheeks burning under his attention. Fingers work your soaked panties down your legs before Jun kicks his sweatpants off and to the side. Gently, he moves your hand from your face as he settles back between your legs, resting on top of you. He knew that you were shy, but, in his opinion, you had nothing to be shy about.Â
Taking your hand in his, Jun presses his lips to the tips of your fingers before leaning to capture your lips with his own. You sigh into the kiss, only for the sigh to turn into a moan when you feel Jun push the head of his cock against your pussy. You are so wet that he slips in with much more ease than any time before, but the stretch still makes you tense up at first.Â
Resting his forehead against yours, Jun groans your name quietly as he thrusts into you with slow and steady movements. You had gotten used to him being rough and quick, but now you were feeling every inch of him as he pressed his hips flush with yours with every thrust. Mouth falling open with a breathless moan, you close your eyes tightly, and Jun can only nod in agreement as you clench around him tightly.Â
âFuck, so perfect. Want you to be mine, kitten. I justââ Groaning, Jun buries his head against your neck, kissing up to your ear before he finally speaks again and says what he had been so afraid to say. âI just love you so fucking much.âÂ
The words both shock you and send you over the edge. Clinging to Jun, you gasp his name in a loud moan as he kisses your neck, letting you roll your hips over him to ride out your orgasm. Throwing your head back, your brows furrowed tightly, you watch as Jun follows your same patch a few moments later. Pushing back on his hand so that he isnât laying on top of you, Jun holds your hip tightly with his free hand as he thrusts into you once more hard, filling you full of his cum.Â
Moments pass silently, just quickened breath as you and Jun come down from your climax. You brush your fingers over his forehead, pushing his hair back from where it sticks to his damp skin as he licks his lips. Finally meeting your eyes, Jun almost looks shy, knowing you heard what he said. It wasnât as if he had said it quietly and been in your ear. Seeming to know what the look is for, you smile and trail your fingers along the side of his face, stopping to brush your thumb over his lips, feeling him kiss the pad of your finger.Â
âIt scares me, but I love you too.âÂ
Jun furrows his brows at your wording. He could understand it. His world was a lot. You had already been hurt and seen or heard about others being hurt. It wouldnât surprise him if you told him you never wanted to see him again after he kept you locked in his penthouse like some princess he wanted to keep away from the world. Instead, you were saying it back to him and his heart was racing so hard that he was afraid it might explode.Â
âIâyeah? I mean, Iâm scared shitless. So fucking scared. Iâve never said that to anyone before. I donât wanna fucââÂ
Sensing Jun was rambling, you laugh and lean up on your elbows a few inches to press your lips to his to stop him before he really gets started. Junâs lips pull up at the sides in a smile before he really lets himself give into the kiss. Turning on to the side, Jun pulls you with him, feeling his softening cock slip from you, knowing it would cause a mess, but he couldnât find a reason to care as long as you were in his arms and his lips were on yours.Â
After a few moments, you are the first to wrinkle your nose, and the sticky feeling becomes unbearable. Pulling back from the kiss, you watch Jun pout and lean his head to the side like a puppy being disciplined. Shaking your head, you smile, and your cheeks once again heat up at how sweet he was acting around you after all of the tough guy acts you had seen over the months of knowing him.Â
âUm, weâwell I need a shower.âÂ
Gesturing down at your body, Jun follows your fingers with his eyes before pursing his lips. He knew you were right, but that didnât make it any less bothersome. If you needed a shower, he was coming with you. When you gasp next to his ear, feeling Junâs hands lifting you from the bed to carry you towards the bathroom, he just grins and meets your eyes.Â
âWhat? I thought you needed a shower. I need one too.âÂ
Sighing, you kick your legs a bit as if that should answer your question, but Jun leans to nip at your jaw before sitting you on the counter. Looking around the bathroom as Jun turns on the shower, you find yourself remembering the first night you had been in the penthouse and how this was mildly similar to it. You felt much better, but Jun was still taking care of you. He was starting your shower and keeping a watchful eye on you.Â
âThank you, Jun.âÂ
Humming out a confused sound, Jun looks at you as he turns back from the shower, testing the water on his fingers. The look on your face makes his smile drop a bit before he moves back towards you, stepping between your thighs. He could see there was something on your mind.Â
âFor what? Whatâs wrong?âÂ
Looking around, you shake your head and enjoy the feeling of his hands running along your arms.Â
âFor protecting me, bringing me here, and now for trusting me that I can handle it.âÂ
Jun sighs and leans his head towards you so his forehead can rest against yours. It was a terrifying thought, letting you into his world completely, but he knew you werenât going to give up. He would just keep you safer by his side. Teach you how to protect yourself until he was sure you could do it.Â
Summary: Wonwoo knows he's fucked up by avoiding you after you, him, and Seungcheol slept together. He doesn't know how exactly he can fix it, but he figures begging for your forgiveness might be a good start.
Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~5.1k (2k plot, 3.1k smut)
Part One
GN version
Warnings: not a threesome, best friends to lovers, swearing, pining, hurt/comfort, angry cheol (hot), shy switch wonwoo, weed mention, lots of talking during sex, grinding, cumming in pants, multiple orgasms, fingering, clit stim, oral f. rec., facesitting, slit/thigh fucking, condomless piv sex, creampie, cum eating, aftercareÂ
Reader Notes: she/her pronouns used, has vagina and breasts
Fuck, oh fuck, Wonwooâs made a terrible mistake.Â
He thought that day was the perfect opportunity to get to be with you without having to confess his feelings, but what he didnât consider is that getting to be with you would make him want to be with you.
Wonwoo isnât sure why that didnât even cross his mind. Maybe because it was clouded with smoke and the disbelief you even said yes when Cheol made the offer?
God, it felt like a wet dream, literally, you were so wet, so fucking soft and hot and tight, and Wonwoo still regrets not coming inside you when he had the chance, especially since it was probably his last.Â
He hasnât seen you in weeks, and he misses you like hell.Â
He supposes he canât complain though, considering that itâs his own fault.Â
Wonwooâs been avoiding you, skipping your weekly best friends sleepovers, making up excuses for dinner invites, responding to your texts far too late for a conversation to be possible.Â
He feels awful, and he knows you know heâs avoiding you, and he knows Seungcheol knows too.Â
He might be ready to beat him up soon, if the glare heâs sending Wonwoo right now means anything.Â
Theyâre sitting across from each other in the diner down the street from his apartment, and Seungcheol has been scolding him for the past seven and a half minutes. He only knows because he keeps glancing at the clock to escape Seungcheolâs glowering.Â
Wonwoo honestly feels like heâs in the principalâs office, with the way Seungcheol has his hands folded (clenched) on the table and the way heâs being berated.Â
âAnd if you didnât think you could handle this, you shouldnât have participated. You could have just watched, but no, you wanted to join and you wanted to go first, and now you havenât seen her in weeks.â
Seungcheol takes a deep breath to continue, âDo you know how sad she is? She totally knows exactly what youâre doing, and she thinks itâs her fault. She thinks she did something wrong. We wanted her to feel better but youâre making her feel worse!â He finishes on a shout.Â
Diners in the nearby vicinity shoot Seungchheol a look, and he raises his eyebrows in response, staring back until they look away.Â
Normally, heâs much more polite, so Wonwoo must have really pissed him off.Â
âIâm sorry, Cheol, I really thought I would be okay. I didnât realize how bad it was until you made her look at me while you were-,â Wonwoo looks around and continues in a whisper, âFucking her, which by the way, what the fuck was that?!âÂ
âWhat do you mean âwhat the fuck was thatâ?â Seungcheol mocks him.
âThat was me making you realize how you feel! I knew youâd be jealous seeing me with her like that and I needed to rub it in so youâd finally fucking understand! Youâre in love with her!â Seungcheolâs eyes are blazing, and Wonwooâs starting to wonder if he should fear for his own wellbeing, but Seungcheol wouldnât hurt him. He thinks.
Heâs not ready to respond to that last part yet, needs some time to admit it to himself, but he knows he canât just not say anything.Â
Especially if he doesnât want Seungcheol to launch himself over the table and throttle him.Â
âI know I fucked up, and Iâm sorry. To both of you. Iâll figure out how to fix it, I just need a bit more time,â Wonwoo pleads, trying to implore Seunngcheol to let him deal with this his own way.Â
âI donât know how much longer sheâll wait. Sheâs talking about joining the dating apps again.â
The food arrives but Wonwoo doesnât notice. White noise fills his ears, and he feels very dizzy suddenly, bracing his hands flat on the table for strength.Â
He tries not to remember all the short little dresses youâd wear on your internet dates, and the way youâd complain about their inability to make you cum, and the way he used to wish he even had the chance to fail.Â
But now Wonwooâs had the chance, and he didnât fail, he was successful. He made you cum, multiple times, fuck, he even helped make you squirt!Â
So honestly, what the fuck is he doing?
He is in love with you, and he can make you cum, and heâs your best friend, and youâre his.Â
And now heâs starting to feel like the fuckup wasnât when he slept with you, it was not taking the chance to tell you how he feels after.
Shit.Â
How is he supposed to fix this?
Wonwoo has come up with a plan, and the first step is showing up at your apartment with your usual from the cafe you always go to together.Â
The rain wasnât part of the plan, but Wonwoo figures his pathetic appearance may actually help his case.Â
Heâs soaked to the bone, his glasses covered in drops of water, his body shaking like a leaf, his cold hands even colder than normal, but itâll be worth it if you open the door.Â
And thatâs a big if, because Wonwoo knows you know itâs him, and heâs honestly not sure youâre going to let him inside.
He wouldnât blame you, after the way heâs been ignoring and evading you for weeks, but he really hopes youâll at least give him a chance to explain himself.Â
Heâs fully prepared to tell you everything, to lay his soul bare at your feet, to grovel on his knees for forgiveness, but heâs not too hopeful when you open the door and shout, âAre you fucking insane?â
You grab him by the collar and haul him inside, pointedly avoiding his gaze as you shut and lock the door before heading to the bathroom to grab him a towel. He drops the food and travel cup in your kitchen and waits for you to return. You stop at your bedroom on the way to get some clothes heâd left here, pointing at the bathroom until he obeys and scurries in, turning on the shower and starting to strip.Â
You stand at the door with your arms crossed, glaring into the hallway and waiting for him to hand over his soaked clothes, and he tries to avoid looking at your ass in your little pajama shorts. Now simply is not the time. Â
Not when Wonwooâs never seen you so closed off before, to him at least. He worries he wonât be able to repair the rift he created between you, fears you wonât let him back in.Â
He steps into the shower, the heat scorching his freezing skin, and he tries not to shy away from the steaming stream of water, lets it be punishment for hurting you like this.Â
He stays until he can feel his fingers and toes again, then just a bit longer because heâs terrified to face you now that he knows you're sad and angry.Â
Eventually, Wonwoo gets a bit too warm and knows he canât put off explaining himself any longer. Shutting the shower off, he roughly towel dries his body and pulls on the clothes you brought him, shaking his hair out enough that it wonât drip onto his shoulders before cleaning off his glasses with the edge of the shirt.Â
Youâre puttering about in the kitchen, heating up the food he brought you, sipping at the drink, and whispering angrily to yourself, about him most likely. He doesnât blame you, could curse himself too for mucking everything up this badly, and he can only hope youâll let him tell you what happened.Â
Wonwoo lets himself linger in the hall for just a few more seconds before taking a deep breath and shuffling into the kitchen with his head lowered in penance. He stays silent, senses your eyes on him and hears your movements stop, and almost wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.Â
But, knowing he owes you this, Wonwoo raises his head and meets your eyes meekly.Â
Fuck, you look so mad, and so hot. Under the anger and hotness is hurt, and he chooses to focus on that.Â
âWell?â You begin flatly. âWhat do you have to say?â
âUm,â he clears his throat after squeaking on the first attempt, âI want to apologize, and beg you to forgive me, and also I should probably tell you something.â
You squint at him, tilting your head back to stare down your nose, and Wonwoo tries to pretend your derision doesnât turn him on.Â
âGo on, then,â you raise a brow, and Wonwoo lets out the biggest sigh of relief when he realizes youâre letting him explain himself.Â
âOkay, apology first. Well, the apology will probably have some of the thing I need to tell you so I hope thatâs okay,â you nod slowly in confusion.Â
âIâm really sorry I shut down after we slept together. It was everything I ever dreamed of, except not really because I donât just want to sleep with you, and also because Cheol was there, and I definitely didnât dream about that. Not that I didnât like it!â Wonwoo rushes to clarify, âIt was great, and kinda nice not having to think for a bit, but when I pictured our first time, it was⊠just us.â
You stare at him, processing his words, your face softening incrementally, before you ask, âWhat do you mean, âeverything you ever dreamed ofâ?âÂ
Wonwooâs eyes grow wide, knowing heâs at the point where heâll have to explicitly tell you his feelings.Â
âUm, so the thing is I might possibly be in love with you and itâs also possible that after I got to be with you, I couldnât stop thinking about being with you and made myself sad that I wouldnât get to so I didnât want to see you because whenever I thought about seeing you, all I could think about was being near you and touching you and getting to actually love you like Iâve always wanted to,â Wonwoo says in a rush, clenching his eyes shut at the end so he doesnât have to see your face.Â
You stay silent for a while, considering his jumbled confession.Â
He peeks an eye open to find you deep in contemplation, your jaw set and your arms folded, and fears that heâs officially ruined the friendship.Â
âYouâve always wanted to love me?â you ask softly, quietly, like youâre scared of the answer.Â
He nods, keeps nodding, biting his lips between his teeth before speaking just as timidly, âYeah, Iâve always loved you, sorry.â
Your face scrunches, eyes turning to a glare to hold the tears in, and you whine angrily, âDonât be sorry, you idiot, I love you too even though youâre so fucking stupid.â
Wonwooâs heart stutters, squeezes hard, then explodes, and he feels like he might pass out.Â
âDo you need to sit down?â you ask tiredly, waiting for his dazed nod to roll your eyes and walk over, tugging him by the arm to sit on your couch before crouching in front of him.Â
âYou⊠love⊠me?â Wonwoo asks dumbly, eyes moving up sluggishly behind his glasses to find yours.Â
âYes, Wonwoo, I love you,â you confirm gently, speaking slowly so he can understand you through the fog your confession put him in, grasping his tepid hands with your own.Â
âWow, thatâs so crazy,â he breathes, feeling almost as high as he did that day.Â
âI know, right?â you agree, pulling him closer until he shuffles off the couch to sit on his knees in front of you.Â
âSo, what do we do now?â Wonwoo asks, truly having no idea.Â
âUm, I mean we should probably date right? And tell Cheol so heâll stop being pissed at you. And maybe also have sex without him.âÂ
Wonwoo loves those ideas, all three, but has a request for the order, âCan we do 1, 3, 2? Heâs so mad at me and so scary, and I think Iâll have to grovel more for him to forgive me than I did for you.â
âMmmmm I think you could afford to do some more groveling for me too, though,â you tease, playing with the collar of his shirt and smirking.Â
He feels lightheaded again and hopes youâre saying what he thinks youâre saying. Â
âCan I kiss you?â Wonwoo asks as he starts to lean in, waiting for you to tell him yes.Â
âYeah, I think that would be a good start,â you mumble as you press your lips to his, your sentence trailing off into his mouth.Â
Wonwoo sighs, tracing your bottom lip with his tongue until you open for him, loosening his hands from yours so he can place both of them on your cheeks to pull you closer. You come willingly, climbing into his lap when he sits down and crosses his legs, straddling his hips and grinding down against his rapidly hardening cock.Â
Fuck, the pressure and heat of you feel amazing.Â
He hasnât been able to jerk off as much as usual because when he closes his eyes, he can only see you, squirting and crying and writhing, and he cums way too fast for it to even be enjoyable.
Heâs a bit scared that will happen with you, but he plans to make you cum a few times before he even gets his dick in you anyway, so it should work out fine.Â
Or at least, thatâs what he thought before you started touching him, running your fingers up and down his abs, palming his pecs, squeezing his deltoids, and shit your hands are so warm and so soft, and heâs wanted you to touch him like this for so long, and if you keep grinding on him like that heâll-
âFuck, stop, stop, stop, baby, you have to stop,â Wonwoo pants, stilling your hips with an iron grip, pushing them away from his dick.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask breathlessly, cupping his face and looking into his eyes even as he tries to avoid your gaze out of embarrassment.Â
âI was just really, really, really close to cumming,â he whispers, pursing his lips and hoping youâre not judging him.Â
âOh. You donât want to?â you sound confused, your brows furrowed and your hips twitching in his grasp.Â
âOf course I donât want to, I wanna be able to fuck you,â Wonwoo explains shyly.Â
âWell, how long does it take you to go again?âÂ
Wonwoo can feel his ears turning red and his eyes wavering behind his glasses as he stares at you in awe.Â
âMaybe fifteen minutes,â he replies, astonished.Â
You grin, pull his hands from your waist to slide them up onto your breasts, and dig your hips into his.Â
Wonwoo canât stop himself from tipping his head back to rest on the couch, his neck suddenly too weak to hold up the weight as he feels himself start spiraling again. Youâre so soft under his hands, so sweet, and Wonwoo wishes he could see you, starts tugging up your shirt until you get the hint and whip it over your head.Â
Fuck, youâre not wearing a bra, just like last time, and he tells himself to surprise you at home more often, then remembers heâs your boyfriend now and heâll get to see you like this whenever you want him to, and thatâs enough to push him over the edge.Â
His head spins as his cock jumps underneath you, spitting hot cum into his boxers, and he knows heâs being noisy, knows heâs groaning and moaning and possibly even whimpering your name, but he just canât shut his mouth.Â
It feels too fucking good, the first fulfilling orgasm heâs had since you slept together, and now he knows for sure that cumming by himself could never be as euphoric as cumming with you.Â
His brain feels heavy, but empty at the same time, and his head tips forward to rest against your sternum as he catches his breath, air puffing out over your chest and raising goosebumps on your skin. Â Â Â
âQuick question,â you start with a thready voice. âHow did you cum that last time? Both of your hands were busy.âÂ
âI donât know,â he tries to figure out how to answer without sounding pathetic. âI just- you- when you squirted, it was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen in my life, and I donât know, it was like I blacked out, and when I woke up, my cum was drying on your stomach.â
Okay, so he still sounded pathetic, but you whine, almost like youâŠÂ
âDo you like that?â Wonwoo asks slowly, realization growing, âAnd you liked making me cum in my pants too, didnât you?â
You squirm in his lap, and Wonwoo smirks, leans forward until you tip onto your back and he can plank above you. He drops a kiss to your nose and shifts up on his knees to yank his shirt off and push his wet boxers down, trying not to cringe at the cold air on his slick cock.Â
âYou like knowing what you do to me, huh?â
Wonwoo trails kisses down your neck, letting his tongue dip into the hollow space between your clavicles before grazing his teeth over your skin.
âWell, baby?â Wonwoo waits for you to answer.
You stare him down, biting your bottom lip and squirming slightly, before answering, âYes, I like it, Wonwoo.âÂ
âIâll tell you all about your effect on me then,â Wonwoo begins, nipping the spot where your neck meets your shoulder.Â
âWhen you wear these tiny little pajama shorts at sleepovers, I have to keep a pillow in my lap all night, just because your thighs are out and pressed right up against mine,â he says through sucking kisses along your collarbone.Â
He grins at your shiver, continues, âSometimes, I canât tell youâre not wearing a bra until you hug me, and when I feel your tits on my chest, I have to pull away because I get too hard to hide it.â
Sucking marks down your sternum, Wonwoo keeps going, âI always take the couch and let you have my bed, even when you offer to share, because I know Iâll wake up hard or with dried cum in my pants if I get to sleep next to you.â
He slides back up to your mouth, swallowing your moan and biting your lip between his teeth before sinking down your body again.Â
âIf you wake up hard tomorrow, can I suck your dick?â you ask, as if heâd say no, and he has to push his face into your stomach to contain the loud fuck he wants to let out.Â
âAre you in my brain? How are you my walking wet dream?â Wonwoo almost sounds annoyed, frustrated, and his kisses turn to sucking bites, leaving indents of his teeth all over your soft skin.Â
âDonât get mad at me because you think Iâm hot, thatâs not fair!â you whine, arching your back into him and making his focus shift to your breasts.Â
âYouâre right, baby, Iâm sorry,â he lavishes your tits in soft kisses, sucking alternately at your nipples and squeezing the plush flesh with his fingers.Â
He presses his face into your chest and smushes your breasts against his cheeks, breathing you in, surrounding himself in you, and realizes thereâs another way to be encompassed by you, a better way.Â
âWill you sit on my face?â Wonwoo asks, a bit scared youâll say no.
You look down at him, smile softly, and reply, âSure.â
Fuck, Wonwoo thinks he might die.
He tries to smile back before laying down next to you, waiting for you to finish stripping and climb on.Â
Shit, why didnât he notice how wet your shorts were? Thereâs a visible dark patch, and he figures he was messy enough not to notice but fuck, is he noticing now. And of course, of course youâre not wearing panties. Wonwoo honestly thinks you were created to kill him.Â
What a way to go though, he thinks, as you send him a shy grin and straddle his hips, shuffling forward on your knees until he can grab you by the hips and pull you up to his face.Â
He groans when your scent hits him, groans deep in his chest, and you shiver at the air flowing over your soaked pussy. That makes you rest more of your weight on him, and Wonwoo canât wait to drown in you.Â
Youâre still holding yourself up though, looking a bit nervous, and Wonwoo wraps his arms around your thighs so he can smooth his hands up and down the length of them, soothing you slowly until you relax enough for your folds to brush his lips.Â
This is already the best thing thatâs ever happened to him, and it only gets better when he rubs his nose over your clit and you grind into it.Â
Flattening his tongue on your cunt, he drags it from your entrance to the top of your pussy, laving over your bundle of nerves before sliding back down to dip inside you.Â
You taste even better than last time, no lingering traces of weed in his mouth to cloud your essence, and Wonwoo already knows heâll do this every day if you let him.Â
It might just become his favorite hobby, if the way his cock is already hardening again says anything.Â
He sucks your clit into his mouth, pulling you down harder on his face, wanting to smother himself in you, and slides two fingers inside you from behind. You clench down immediately, whimpering above him and sinking your hands into his hair to tilt his head back.Â
He gets the hint, just holds his tongue out flat and lets you do what you want, lets you ride his face and his fingers, feels his cock jumping against his stomach.Â
âWonwoo, another, give me another, please,â you ask breathlessly, crying out when he tucks his ring finger inside of you too, and curls all three into the patch of nerves deep inside.Â
He feels like heâs drowning in the best way, partially because youâre so wet, but mostly because he canât hear anything, canât see anything. All he knows is your pussy on his face and shit, he could probably cum untouched from this too.Â
You break before he does though, bowing over him, and now he can smell your cunt and your hair and your skin, and thank fucking god youâre already shifting away from his tongue out of sensitivity because he seriously could cum right now.Â
He helps you lift off of his face, and gazes fondly as you curl up on your side and catch your breath, staring incredulously at him.Â
âHow are you so good at that?â you demand, eyebrows scrunched and eyes boring holes into him.
âIâve been dreaming about you sitting on my face for years, thatâs probably it,â Wonwoo responds matter-of-factly, dodging the pillow you lob at him in retribution.Â
âWhat, baby, you liked it before,â he laughs, avoiding the finger attempting to poke his belly.
âYeah, that was before you made me cum so hard I lost all sense of time and space,â you mutter, shifting to rest on shaky elbows, staring at him contemplatively out of the corner of your eye.Â
Wonwooâs still trying to recover from your previous statement when you say, âI think I want you to bend me over the couch and fuck me from behind.â
He chokes, sputters on nothing but air and the need clawing up his throat, forces his eyes shut and curses you, curses you forever, but not really because he loves you too much and he does want to bend you over the couch and fuck you from behind.Â
In fact, he thinks heâd both kill and die for the chance.
So he stands on wobbly knees, extends both hands towards you to pull you up, and drags you over to your couch. The arm is the perfect height for him to fold you over, and you pull a pillow to you so you have something to hold onto as he runs his cock up and down your slit.Â
âCan I try something first?â Wonwoo asks tentatively, âI think youâll like it.â
âYeah, just donât put anything in my butt, Iâm not ready for that yet,â your voice is muffled in the couch, your ass tilted up, and Wonwoo smooths his hands up your back to squeeze your shoulders, then back down to push your thighs together.Â
Placing each hand on a cheek, Wonwoo pulls your ass up and apart so youâre spread open, cunt glistening in the daylight, tempting him to take another taste.Â
Heâs always wanted to try this and never thought heâd have the opportunity, though, so he needs to make the most of it.Â
And make the most of it he does, sliding his cock between your thighs and bumping the head against your clit, over and over and over, until your thighs glisten too and his dick is drenched in your wetness, until youâre squirming beneath his hands and whining, until he can see your entrance clench and release, tightening around nothing.Â
He thinks he can make you cum like this, but honestly, heâs getting too close, and if he wants to fuck you tonight, he needs to do it now.Â
Maybe he can hold out just a little bit longer though, he thinks, rubbing the head of his dick insistently on your clit until you claw at the couch and cum with a wail.Â
âIn me, get in me, Wonwoo, I swear Iâll-,â your voice cuts out when he sinks into you, stretching your pussy around his cock and bottoming out in one stroke.Â
You squeak, and Wonwoo squeezes your ass in his hands before moving them to your hips and holding you to the arm of the sofa as he pulls back and thrusts in again.Â
âGood?â he asks, waiting for you to respond, âYes, Wonwoo, fuck yes,â before starting to pound you into the couch.Â
You cry out every time he roots his cock inside you, and he moves a hand to press down on the small of your back, tilting your hips up more and angling his down, giving you searching thrusts until he hits something and you seize up around him.Â
Targeting that spot each time, Wonwoo fucks in and out of you at a steady pace, ignoring the way his balls are already full and starting to draw up, wanting to get you there one last time before he cums.Â
He knows just his dick wonât be enough, so he slides one hand around your hip and sinks it between your thighs, finding your clit with two fingers and starting the circles you seemed to like last time.Â
Fuck, you get even tighter, and wetter, whining and wiggling under him, trying to meet his thrusts but heâs going too fast, too hard, and your walls start to spasm around him, arousal gushing out of you and dripping down his dick as you cum.Â
And shit, Wonwoo wants to fuck you through it, he does, but he just canât stop the tidal wave swallowing him, canât stop the roaring in his ears or his eyes from squeezing shut, and he definitely canât stop the way his cock twitches and starts to spurt white hot cum inside you.
Itâs so much better than the orgasm he had before, and Wonwoo canât stay standing, tips over until heâs spread out on top of you, his hip bones digging into your ass and his dick flooding you with what feels like weeks worth of cum.Â
By the time his cock has stopped jumping in you, youâre reaching behind to poke at him, whispering in a strained voice, âWonwoo, babe, canât breathe.â
He blinks his eyes open, still dizzy from his orgasm, and lets his body melt to lay on the floor by the couch. You stay on the arm for a second, and Wonwoo has to close his eyes again when he sees his cum starting to drip out of you, white globs seeping from your entrance and sliding down your pussy.
âCan I-â Wonwoo starts, but you interrupt him, responding tiredly, âYes, please do it, whatever it is. I already know Iâll like it.â
He crawls over, trying to steady his breathing, and spreads your cheeks again, opening up your stretched pussy even more. Your entrance is still fluttering, and your walls probably are too, and he needs to feel you on his tongue.Â
He licks into you again, gathering up the cum on your swollen clit and guiding it back to your cunt, pushing it inside before lightly sucking at your entrance.
You still taste so good, even tinged with the salty bitterness of his cum, and he knows heâll never get enough, shoves his tongue deeper, starts fucking you with it, rotates one hand so he can get his thumb on your clit, and with that, you tumble over the edge again.
Your walls weakly contract around his tongue, and he pets your bundle of nerves gently, bringing you down and licking you clean.Â
Wonwoo lets you recover for a bit, but eventually suspects you canât move so he wraps you up in his arms and hauls you off the couch, settling on the floor with you in his lap.Â
âYou okay, baby?â he asks, only a little bit concerned.Â
âYeah, I just⊠I think you broke me,â you mumble into his chest, fatigue obvious in your voice, and Wonwoo tries to hold in his giggle, tries to stop the pleased grin from spreading his lips, but heâs not successful, and you swat feebly at his chest.Â
You get distracted by his pecs, caressing the firm muscle, and Wonwoo shivers, looking forward to coming up with more ways to distract you.
For now, he just tries to stand, finds his knees too shaky to carry both of your weight, and deposits you on the couch before hobbling away to get you a damp cloth and new pajamas.
He thinks he has another pair of boxers here too, and finds them in your top drawer along with some sweats and a big t-shirt for you.Â
He cleans you up, wiping softly between your legs and making you promise to pee soon, before dressing you and himself and plopping down on the couch, pulling you into his arms.Â
Youâre warm, always so warm, and you smell so good, and Wonwoo loves you so much, and he remembers he doesn't have to hide it anymore.Â
âI love you, baby,â Wonwoo murmurs into your hair, cupping your cheek in his hand and rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.Â
âLove you too, Woo,â you breathe, holding his gaze and puckering your lips to press a kiss to his thumb.Â
pairing: seungcheol x f!reader x mingyu
genre: smut
word count: 4.3k
warnings: minors do not interact, threesome, dirty talking, swearing, petnames, oral, multiple orgasm, forced orgasm, unprotected sex (don't do this), boob play, kind of intense, little bit of degradation, anal (?)
a/n: this happened... i blame @ressonancee, she made me do it, also thank u to @ssinboo too for helping me, both of you đ this is my last fic of the year, so why not make it the wildest thing i've ever written? lower case was intencional.
read it through once, probably needs a lot of editing
"is there anything you want to try?"Â
you looked up from your toenails to find your boyfriend's strong gaze on you. it was a sunday night much like any other sunday, you were watching a movie together while you painted your nails. much to your dislike, that week you had an appointment with a nail stylist but she had to cancel last minute so it was up to you to do your own nails. you liked doing it by yourself, but only your hands.Â
"hm" you looked at the bright numbers on your phone. it was just past eight, around time for dinner "i feel like pizza, you?"
seungcheol nodded and reached for his phone, texting the place you usually ordered from, mindlessly typing away on his phone.Â
"that was not really the question though," he said looking at you "i asked if there's anything you'd like to try"
you cocked your head to the side, not sure what he meant but since you were talking about food just a second before, you figured that it was still the topic. the movie too was about a waitress turned chef, so it seemed like a natural path of conversation.Â
"i don't know, all the places i want to try don't deliver and i don't feel like going out" you murmured.Â
your boyfriend laughed, his hand tracing random circles around your ankle.Â
"in sex, babe. something you want to try while we have sex"
if life was like a cartoon or an animation, you were certain that there was probably going to be a question mark over your head. you thought that there was nothing wrong with your sex life, if anything it was great.Â
thorughout the three and a half years you and seungcheol had been together, sex had never been boring or dull. if anything it was always exciting. you had always been eager to try different things and fulfill most, if not all, of each other's fantasies.Â
so his question, though not really surprising, was somewhat unexpected.Â
"not that i can think of right now, why?"
he chuckled, turning his eyes back to his phone, and quickly typing your order. he didn't need to ask what kind of pizza you wanted, it was always the same order. you were sure that when the workers saw his name they didn't need to read the order in full.Â
"because i think thereâs something you've always wanted to try and never told me"
you started to shake your head but stopped midway, narrowing your eyes at him.Â
"how do you know?"
he turned around, now completely facing you on the bed, and pulled your feet up on his leg. many times before seungcheol had painted your nails for you, the reasons usually varied a lot, but you knew that this time he was trying to get you to confess to him.Â
he would have to work a little harder for that.
"baby, i know what ticks you. you can try to hide it all you want, but in the end, you're not the innocent girl everyone thinks you are"
you bit your lip, thinking just how far you could talk. there was only one fantasy that you were yet to complete and though he was your boyfriend and judgment from him was usually very low, if it even happened at all, you weren't sure if the one you kept a secret was one he would like to hear, much less make it happen for you.
the truth was that seungcheol was more on the jealous side of the spectrum of the boyfriends you had in your life. he was, undoubtedly, number one on that list. so, perhaps, telling him that you would like to partake in a threesome would not be the best idea.
"i don't know if i should tell you about it"
seungcheol's eyes were focused on the brush running over your nail but you didn't miss the way he ran his tongue over his inner cheek.
"if you don't say it out loud, i'm not going to make it happen"
you analyzed him for a second, narrowed eyes at the way he looked so nonchalant about it. he looked too calm with the idea. familiar with the thought already.Â
"you've done it before!" you said, mouth agape, sort of laughing, shaking his arm "when? with who? you and two girls, or you, a guy and a girl? oh, oh oh! you and other two guys?"
of course that was it. of course, that was why he was so chill about it.Â
"i'm going to mess up your nails," he said without raising his eyes, a hint of entertainment in his voice.
"who cares about my nails? i want the stories"
seungcheol said that he knew what made you tick but you also knew how to get him to do the things you wanted. you patted his hands away from your feet and climbed on his lap, making sure to stretch your legs behind him so you wouldn't mess up your nails, which would make seungcheol pout like a child.Â
"tell me," you asked, in your sweetest voice, poking at his dimples that decided to make an appearance.
he set his hands around your waist, a grin on his face when he pushed his hand under your shirt - his shirt actually - so he could touch your skin.Â
"me, a guy and a girl"
you sighed and kissed him. the image of him, you and someone else crept up in your mind again, and slouched over him again.
"i'll let you pick whoever you..."
"mingyu" you said even before he could finish his sentence.Â
he pinched your waist, pouting.
"you could at least pretend to think about it"
you had thought about it, more times than you were willing to admit. out of all the people you knew, mingyu was the only one who ever crossed your mind.Â
"i'll make it happen"Â
you sat in the middle of the bed, expectantly looking from seungcheol, who stood close to door, to mingyu, who anxiously shifted his weight from a foot the other on side of the room.
after seungcheol said that he was going to make it happen, he never mentioned the situation again. and although it had been fun to tease him that day, you didn't want to push your luck with him.Â
it took him a couple of weeks to say anything at all and then he suddenly just said "mingyu will come by tomorrow"
no dinner, no wine, beer, or talk. it was just an announcement and then the three of you were in the same room, expectantly looking at each other.
"you should kiss her, get her in the mood," seungcheol said to mingyu "this was something she wanted to try, but i think she got a little shy now that you're here"
mingyu adverted his eyes from seungcheol and finally set them on you again, trying to make sure that it was really okay to touch you. when all you did was blink at him, he hesitated.
"do you actually want this?" he asked, looking over at seungcheol who smiled while leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest.
your silence didn't come from cold feet or suddenly having second thoughts, it was more because you felt hot all over. neither of them had even touched you yet but just the fact that both of them were in the same room with you and you knew what was about to happen. your mind had sort of stopped functioning the moment you saw mingyu walk in, trailing behind seungcheol.
"dude, maybe some other time," he said to seungcheol "i don't think she wants this"
"no," you said finding your voice again, suddenly gripping his large hand "i want this, i'm just a little nervous"
mingyu didn't need to be told twice. he had gotten a green light from you and that was all he needed to move. he started with your shoulder. he placed a light kiss on your skin, brushing away your hair and the strap of your nightgown.Â
you never thought that seungchel would agree to something like that and that was why you never told him about it. being with two men was one of your fantasies and while your boyfriend had worked hard to meet all of them, you were certain that there was one he would never say yes to. and yet, somehow, there you were, in the middle of your bedroom with the two hottest men you had ever laid eyes on.Â
the promise of what was about to happen was more than enough to get you started.Â
mingyu trailed kisses up your neck. the contrast between the delicate caress of his lips and the roughness of his hands was enough to make your legs shake a little. finally, his lips touched yours. tentatively at first, mimicking the silky touch of just a second before. when you responded to his actions, hand gripping his forearms, mingyu deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing past your lips, demanding control.Â
whenever you imagined yourself in such a position, the third person never had a face. it was only you and seungcheol and someone else, a faceless man. but the second you met mingyu, months before, he became the faceless man in your fantasies. just how many times had you imagined yourself in between the two men, falling apart in their arms?Â
countless had been the nights you woke up needy, after yet another dream, turning to seungcheol desperate, begging for more and more.Â
just as mingyu slightly pulled back you felt seungcheol behind you, his hand on your upper thigh, dragging the fabric of your gown up. he made a pleased sound on the back of his throat when he didn't feel the usual band of underwear. you thought that there was no point in wearing one.Â
âi'm going to blindfold you nowâ seungcheol whispered, lightly nibbling at your earlobe.
you moaned when you felt the lace being placed over your eyes at the same time mingyu kissed your chest, his thumb running over your nipple.Â
seungcheol wrapped his arm around you and pulled your back flush against him, his lips sucking your skin as mingyu left airy kisses over your chest.
you had completely forfeited control at that point, even if maybe it was a little early for that. the lace covering your eyes only gave you small glimpses of the man in front of you, of his chest still covered in the white t-shirt he had on when he arrived, his tanned skin. but even if you were able to see a little, there was still so much that you didn't and that made every touch feel hotter, needier, more demanding.
you felt seungcheol taking a couple of steps back, until both of you were seated on the middle bed.
"why the blindfold?" you asked.
seungcheol pulled your weight over him, his hands pushing your gown down at the same time mingyu pushed it up, leaving all the fabric pooling around your waist.
"because you like it, because i want you to enjoy this to the fullest" his voice was low, rough, and each word that left his lips sent waves through your body, straight to your core "so enjoy it while he eats you out and then fucks you, there won't be a second chance. i won't share you again"
one of the reasons you even said yes in the first place to the idea was because mingyu was leaving town soon. he got a job in another city and it required him to move. so when seungcheol brought up you fantasy and teased you with it, agreeing and choosing mingyu had been easy. you wouldn't have to see him again any time soon, so there was no chance of you being embarrassed in front of him. by the time you saw him again, the things you allowed both of them to do to you would be a distant memory.Â
"when do you fuck me?"
that was the whole point of the night, you thought, having both of them at the same, but in seungcheol's little speech, there was no mention of him.Â
his chest vibrated with laughter, chuckling.Â
"i will, baby, don't worry"
seungcheol snaked his arm around you waist, his fingers sliding over you until he reached your thighs. your boyfriend pushed your leg to the side, while mingyu did the exact same thing, leaving you in complete display for him.Â
"if you don't like something," seungcheol said, his breath tingling your skin "if you want to stop, whatever it is. just say it, and we'll stop"
you could see it perfectly in your mind, mingyu kneeling on the floor, kissing you while looking up to see your reaction. one thing about having one of your senses taken away was the fact that everything felt magnified. so the touches weren't simple touches anymore. actions that normally would have only made you excited about the situation, suddenly made you horny.Â
there was no need to touch yourself to know that you were already wet and you had only started. your muscles started to tense up in anticipation of what was to come.Â
no imagination or dream could have prepared you for the reality that was mingyu. instead of playing with you a little more, something that he would definitely enjoy doing, mingyu placed three small breathy kisses on your pelvis before his lips finally found your center.
his tongue was one of a man who knew what he was doing.
it started with a tickle, a flutter of a touch and then it was all too consuming.Â
you moaned when he wrapped his arms around your legs and pulled you closer to him. the sounds were all loud, wet, and dirty, and somehow you felt hotter with each passing second.Â
"more" you begged.Â
he flicked your clit once, then twice, before pulling it into his mouth, sucking hard like it was a goddamned lollipop. he kept going until you became a begging mess in front of him, your hand found its way to his hair and pressed him harder over you.Â
seungcheol let out a hum of approval from behind you, finally placing his hands on you. he pinched your nipples, tugging at them harshly only increasing your pleasure, all the while mingyu blew and lightly bit on your clit.Â
it felt like being worshiped by the two men. two sets of hands all over your body whose only purpose was to pleasure you.Â
mingyu slid a finger inside of you, without warning, making you arch and seungcheol tighten his grip around your waist.
"she's so loud," mingyu said, pleased.Â
seungcheol laughed again, kissing your neck. he wrapped his hand around your neck, forcing your head back. your moan was swallowed by his hungry lips.
"add another finger, she'll get even louder"
you felt mingyuâs devilish smile, before he did exactly what seungcheol said. the stretch was simply perfect. he curled his fingers just the right way, pushing them all the way in before almost pulling out, while his tongue paid full attention to your clit. there was no stopping the moans that escaped your lips, loud and needy. the combination of mingyu's agile tongue and seungcheolâs skilled hands was enough to drive you crazy.
âitâs okay baby,â seungcheol whispered, pinching your nipples relentlessly âyou can cum on his fingersâ
his words were enough to drive you over the edge. your grip on mingyuâs hair tightened, your free hand searching for seungcheolâs thigh. mingyu held you closer when your head started to spin, your legs shaking, licking you as if you were an ice cream he couldnât get enough of. he flattened his tongue, licking you in one big motion, his fingers moving faster. all of it almost too much but you catch yourself begging:
âah⊠donât stop⊠pleaseâÂ
you were arching, pleading, demanding and you didnât care. never before had you felt like that and you knew it was only the beginning.Â
suddenly mingyuâs hands and lips were gone, but just for a second. he crawled over your body. you touched the lace covering your eyes, wanting to push it away, needing to see both men, but your boyfriend stopped you, pushing your hands away.Â
âthe fold stays onâ he said and suddenly his voice became a distant sound, muffled by the weight of mingyu over you, his lips demanding your attention.
you could taste your release on him, and you couldnât help but moan a little at the feel of his naked chest over yours. somewhere along the way he had taken his shirt off. the bulge in his sweats giving you the tiniest bit of friction but not nearly enough.
you wanted to see seungcheol's face, wanted to study and memorize every tiny expression on his face. wanted to see if his eyes darkened like they usually did when he was aroused, if the moment was also pleasurable for him, or if he was doing all of it because it was something you wanted.
âbut i want to see youâ
seungcheol was a hands-on kind of boyfriend, not in a suffocating kind of way, but in a way that made you feel cherished. his hands were always on you. if you were both in the same room there was no way he was going to stay away.Â
if he was driving, his hand was on your leg or holding onto yours; if you were walking down the street, his arm was around your shoulders. he was always all over you.
âget on your knees,â he said.
there was no need for you to make a single movement when mingyu turned you around and dropped you on the bed like you were some kind of ragged doll. laughing might not have been the best reaction but it was the only one you had to give.
âyou wanna her first?â mingyu asked.
âyou can have herâ
something about the way they talked, as if you had no say and were there only for their entertainment, turned on you even further.Â
the sound of plastic being torn was the only one in the room, as well as your small pants, while you still tried to catch your breath. you desperately wanted to remove the blindfold. for whatever reason, you enjoyed the sight of a man rolling up a condom. maybe you liked that it helped build anticipation or maybe you just liked knowing what was in store for you.
even so, you put your ass as high up as you possibly could, your knees apart.Â
âi guess she's excitedâ mingyu said, his tone cocky as he ran his hand over your ass ânice and slow, or hard and fast?â
mingyu pressed the tip of his fingers to your cunt, moving them up and down a couple of times, getting his fingers wet, and then running them over his dick. not that he needed it, he knew that he could just slide in without effort, but he enjoyed seeing you tremble on fingers one more time.
he aligned his tip with your entrance, rubbing himself on you a couple of times but stilled a second later, waiting for your answer.Â
"in, would be great"
he laughed, slowly pushing inside. you were a little sensitive but that only heightened the feeling. your breath hitched as he finally sank into you. you held onto the sheets, hands balled into fists, squirming, urging him to just fucking move. he wasn't as thick as seungcheol but he was long, touching you somewhere that you were yet to be touched by anyone before.Â
suddenly you felt seungcheol's cock against your lips, his thumb forcing them open. he thrust himself in, hitting the back of your throat just as mingyu started to move.Â
their paces were completely different, while mingyu pushed in long, sensual strokes, seungcheol forced his hips harshly, holding your head in place until you squeezed his waist. despite being different, they somehow felt complementary to each other.
an unfamiliar sound left your lips, a weird mix of a moan and a gasp for air. your boyfriend wrapped your hair in his hand, pulling on it, forcing your head back. it should have been painful but it only made you clench around mingyu's cock.
"look at you" seungcheol chuckled a little, his fingers running across your face, further turning you into a mess of tears and spit "taking two cocks at the same time"
you moaned when he pushed himself into your mouth again, at the same time mingyu started to move faster, his index fingers circling your hole.Â
"wouldn't you just love it if he pushed his finger in a little" seungcheol taunted "all holes filled like a good little slut"
you cried, needing more of everything.
the entire situation was degrading, from your actions to his words, but you were beyond caring. all of it was just beyond anything you could have ever imagined. every sort of contact you had with a threesome before, from hearing your friends talk about it, reading it, watching it, imagining it, was nothing compared to the reality.Â
"oh she loves to be called a slut" mingyu grunted "she's milking me, man, i'm not gonna last much longer"
mingyu's thrusts became frantic, almost sloppy and he lost his constant tempo.Â
"in my mouth" you pulled away from seungcheol long enough to say.
to hell with seungcheolâs rules and blindfold. you turned around, whimpering at the emptiness, pulling the blindfold from your eyes and tossing it aside.
mingyu stood at the edge of the bed, one foot propped on the mattress. his large hand stocking his cock, a grin on his face while you crawled towards him. his dick right in front of your face, long, veins high, a thick layer of your juices coated him. you moaned as you pulled the condom away before you took him in your mouth.
you knew what pulling away from seungcheol would cause, in fact you were hoping for it. so when you felt his hands roughly grab your hips, you smiled. the scream that left you when he slammed into you wasn't of pain, but of pure pleasure. he moved hard and fast, leaving you no room to breathe. you cried, your nails digging into mingyu's flesh as seungcheol mercilessly fucked you. your boyfriend grunted with every thrust.
you felt mingyuâs dick twitch in your mouth, scraping him with your teeth, making him hiss.Â
âiâm gonna cum in you sweet little mouth, sweetheartâ he said, grabbing the hair at your scalp, forcing himself all the way in, holding himself in place, until he found his release.Â
slowly he rocked his hips, his hot cum running down your throat. you sucked him dry, not a single drop left behind.
you felt a second wave of pleasure consume you and the entire world seemed like it was crashing down around you when seungcheol inserted his index inside your only empty hole, a second later his middle finger too.
âyes, cheol, fuckâ
your entire body contracted, shaking in absolute, delirious, pleasure. it went through your entire body in waves, from your head to your toes.
seungcheol kept going, moving into your sensitive slit restlessly. you cried out again, feeling your orgasm build once more when you felt him fill you with his warm cum.
âthat's my perfect cum slut, filled to the brimâ cheol praised you
you allowed your limp body to fall on the mattress, face down, completely exhausted but feeling pleased in a way you had never before.Â
but seungcheol wasn't done with you, not yet anyway. he turned you around, his hand immediately found your clit, rubbing it slowly in circles, in a way that he knew drove you crazy.
ânoâ you said
you tried to close your legs, holding his hand still. you were too sensitive, your body entirely too tired to keep going. seungcheol got on top of you, using his knees to keep your thighs apart.
âremember what you promised, baby?â he whispered, kissing your cheek tenderly, âyou said that you would cum for me the same you came for himâ
you shook your head, small tears forming on the corners of your eyes. yes, you had promised, but you couldnât follow through with it
âi can't, it's too muchâ
âyou can, babyâ he pressed harder against your clit, adding two fingers inside of you, curling them just the right way âgive me one more. just one moreâ
your body tensed up once again, eyes rolling to the back of your head. his words were the last straw, enough to drive you once again to the edge. a scream rippled through you, your hips bulking up from the bed hard enough that seungcheol had to hold you in place.Â
you struggled to breathe again, your lungs doing a terrible job at what they were supposed to do. the situation became a little worse when seungcheol dropped his entire weight over you, pulling his digits out of you. he too breathed heavily. you ran your hand over his hair, caressing it while you slowly came back to your senses.Â
"you okay?" he pushed back to look at you, pushing your hair away from your face "was it too much?"
you shook your head, smiling at him. you couldn't talk yet, body still shaking a little, sensitive all over. you were certain that you looked like a complete mess, you could feel your entire body sticky with sweat.Â
seungcheol kissed your cheek again, pulling the sheets from your bed over you. you left knowing what he was doing.
"dude, i've seen it all. in fact, i did a little more than just look at it"Â
âkeep talking and your eyes will magically disappearâ
description. cheol is a regular at your bakery, and it's all because his son loves the banana bread you makeâat least that's what he tells himself. it also doesn't hurt that you're cute. and polite. and totally someone he'd like to fuck.
a/n. IGNORE THE TITLE OKAY I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY. look i know it's corny and i literally am writing this on a whim but happy father's day
"soobin's not with you today?" your voice is cheery and gentle when you greet your regular.
mr. choi smiles and shakes his head. "shocking, i know," he laughs in that deep and velvety tone that has you bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet out of pure giddiness.
"a pleasant surprise," you reply, putting on some gloves as mr. choi approaches the counter. it's near closing, and it's around that time of day where people usually don't come in as much, so you've been alone and just cleaning up the space yourself. "what can i get you, mr. choi?"
the handsome man chuckles, flicking his wrist as he pushes some hair back, the reflective surface of his wrist watch (that you definitely don't want to know the price of because it might just make you pass out) glinting under your bakery's warm lights. "thought i told you to stop calling me that. seungcheol is much better considering ..." he searches for the words for a moment. "... we see each other so regularly," he concludes.
"i've got to maintain some level of professionalism, don't you agree, mr. choi?" you tease. "the regular, i'm assuming? two banana breads?"
"you already know it."
grinning, you nod and pull up a box. "how's soobin? i haven't seen him or you in a while. i'm starting to miss my favorite customer."
"i'm sure soobin would be flattered to hear that. he's doing well, i couldn't bring him today since he's got a swimming class this evening," seungcheol explains, pulling out his wallet that's donned in some brand name that looks so expensive you don't even know how to pronounce it. you move down the counter grab some of the bread which is on your far left, and he walks down on the other side to match you, keeping up the conversation.
"ah yes. he seems to be around that age to start learning. better now than never, honestly. my younger brother didn't learn until he was older and it did not seem easy," you say with a giggle, bringing out the tongs to grab two small loaves.
seungcheol nods in agreement. "that, and i'm planning on taking the two of us on a vacation spot in a few months ... not sure where yet, but soobin's been wanting to go to a beach location for ages," he tells you, and your heart swells.
the image of soobin and seungcheol, goofing around on a beach send a warm feeling through your body. it's also maybe an added plus that there's a flicker in your mind of what seungcheol would look like in nothing but swim trunks, skin shining from the water under the beaming sun, dark hair splayed across his forehead.
you wonder what he's hiding beneath that plain, beige t-shirt of his. his arms are somewhat exposed, and from just the little bit of muscle that peeks out and flexes when he moves around, you think you can safely assume he's got much more going on in the places where your eyes can't reach.
realizing he's still right in front of you, you blink down hard as an attempt to pull yourself back into reality, eyes flickering up at the handsome man in front of you.
"s-sounds fun," you say honestly, packing the bread and handing it to him over the counter. in this moment, seungcheol catches sight of the apron you've got on. it's light pink and hugs your figure so nicely, he can't help but comment on it.
"new apron, huh?"
shyly, you look down and nod. you hadn't expected him to notice. "uh, yeah. my employees got it for me as a birthday gift, actually."
seungcheol furrows his brows as he hands you his card so you can charge him. "it's cute. was your birthday, um, recent?"
you nod casually, tapping at your machine for a second before handing back his card, trying to ignore the way his comment first comment has your stomach flipping and flopping around. "yeah, it was a few days ago."
"i'm sorry, i didn't know," he says sincerely, causing you to frown.
"hey, don't worry about it. it's not something i expect my customers to know andâ"
"let me treat you to something," seungcheol says abruptly, cutting you off mid-sentence. he realizes after that it's a bit rude, but something about the way you brush him off as just a customer makes him feel the need to prove you wrong.
"iâi'm sorry?" you ask, and for a moment seungcheol almost mistakes your confusion for apprehension, but then he drinks in the way you look up at him curiously, lips slightly parted, and he relaxes.
"you're closing soon, right? let me ... treat you to something," he repeats. "a coffee or something, if you don't mind."
"oh, i can't possibly impose like that, especially when you've got to pick up soobin andâ"
"i wouldn't be offering if you were imposing. he's getting picked up by my friend anywaysâhis son and soobin are going to have a play date and stuff andâ" he's rambling, seungcheol knows that, but he can't seem to care. "basically what i'm saying is you don't have to worry about that. seriously. waitânot that i'm forcing you. you can totally say no, i just ..." he sighs, "don't want you to say no because you think you'll be imposing. 'cause you won't be."
when you smile brightly up at him, eyes glittering and laugh cheery, a wave of relief washes over seungcheol. "iâthank you for the reassurance. i'd love to get coffee, but i do have around twenty more minutes before closing and i still have some stuff i need to clean up and i'm not sure if youâ"
"i'll wait." he pauses, then adds, "and help."
you're a bit apprehensive at firstâa customer helping you out with closing? but you're quick to learn that once cheol has his mind set on something, it isn't the easiest to pull him away from itâand right now cheol is determined to treat you, as he put it.
the next forty-five minutes is spent with you directing seungcheol around your bakery. he's a surprisingly fast learner and before you know it, all the pastries are loaded in the back, the dishes are cleaned, your floors are swept, and suddenly you find yourself outside of your shop with the doors locked, standing next to seungcheol who watches with you a clouded expression.
"thank you so much for the help," you say bashfully. "you're already taking meâ" is it too soon to say he's taking you out? oh well, what's done is done. "âtaking me out. isn't this a little too much?" you joke, wiggling your brows.
seungcheol chuckles and shakes his head, pulling his eyes out of his pocket and twirling around the chain around his fingers. fuck, he has really nice fingersâ
seungcheol's voice interrupts your thoughts "do you have a car orâ"
"i usually take the bus home," you explain, rocking back and forth on your feet. cheol frowns, but doesn't say anything. maybe he can fix that, but that's an thought for another time as he points at his suv, all black from top to bottom, with tinted windows and full black wheels.
there's a silence that envelopes the two of you when you slip into the passenger seat, placing your work bag on the floor. seungcheol is already in the driver's seat, key stuck in but not turning on the engine just yet.
you glance between the sight of your bakery out the window, and back at seungcheol who already has his gaze on you.
"you're going to have to be transparent with me for a second," seungcheol says seriously, locking eyes with you as you shift your body to face him. "and i want to make sure we're on the same page about ..." about whatever is going to go down.
you bite down on your lip, and even though cheol knows you're doing it absentmindedly, he can't help but feel his pants grow tighter at the way it puffs up when your teeth release it.
"i ... i think you know we're on the same page," you reply shyly, shifting a little in your seat to try and make up for the silence.
"you want this?" cheol clarifies, one eyebrow cocked up.
a feeling of pride swelters in his chest when you reply without hesitation, "i do." and then a bit more quietly, you add, "i, uh, have for a while."
now cheol usually likes to tread lightly; he doesn't want to mess around and is great at keeping his dick in his pants but there's just something about the way you look at him so cutely.
you look at him like you know all the nasty things he wants to do to you, and you bat your eyelashes like you don't careâlike you'd let him. like you'd take every damn thing he gives you without a single word of complaint, and it's driving him crazy.
again, cheol is great at keeping his foot on the brake, but then you swipe your tongue over your bottom lip and suddenly he's slamming his feet on the accelerator.
wrapping one hand around your neck, he pulls you to smash his lips onto yours. it's a gentle kissâtentative, as if you're both testing the waters. pressing against each other as your faces tilt, your hands find purchase in his hair when cheol laps at your bottom lip. that's where it all takes off.
the kiss turns from innocent and sweet to sloppy and fast within a matter of moments and suddenly you're grappling at his arms, his hands are searching for your tits, gripping at the flesh and before you know it, you're being thrown to the back.
seungcheol nearly slams your back down onto the seats, your loose shirt riding up your stomach in the process to reveal the lower half of your bra. "fuck," he mutters, low and under his breath in that raspy sort of way that has your clothes feeling too hot and your cunt too empty.
"seungcheol," you moan, unbuttoning your work pants and shoving them off your legs, along with your panties in one go, leaving your wet cunt open and bare. he doesn't take a moment to shuffle back and bring his face down to be level with your core, eyes looking up at you with some kind of mischievous glint that has your stomach churning.
with a bit of hesitance, he places a soft kiss over your clit, watching you carefully to see how you react. when you whine and arch your back against the leather seats, he figures that that reaction is good enough, and this time lets his tongue out, swiping it against the throbbing bad.
"sweet," he murmurs, lips moving down against your folds. the movement and vibrations send sparks through your core and up your spine, and you shudder at the feeling as one hand flies down to grip at his dark hair. "so fuckin' sweet," he repeats before diving his tongue back, swiping it up and down between your folds.
"ah-h-h, seungcheolâfuck," you whimper when he presses the wet muscle flat against your drooling hole, continue to circle around and tease you. fervently, cheolâto put it bluntlyâmakes out with your cunt. digging his face in between your legs, his nose brushes against your clit when he adjusts his neck to lap and suck against unexplored areas, leaving you mewling into your arm as you try and sit still for him.
there isn't much room in the back, and to be frank, your limbs are in an uncomfy position, and you can only imagine the strain cheol is feeling, bent over and legs in an awkward position when he holds your hips and pulls you closer so he can smother himself in your pussy. he doesn't seem to mind though, lifting his head every few moments to grin up at you with hazy eyes, glossy lips, and a drenched chin, off-handedly commenting something dirty about how nice you taste, how he could live between your legs, how you're driving him fucking insane.
it's the meticulous flicks of his tongue, the deep and guttural words that escape his honeyed lips, and the girth of his fingers when he finally plunges them into your warm cunt that bring you to your edge. it only takes a few rubs and curls against your aching walls before your shaking, crying out his name as you thrust upwards, holding his face down so you can grind against him.
and he whispers the words, "cum angel," so sweetlyâa complete contrast to the way his tongue is scooping up all your arousalâand so you cum like you never have before.
fuck my life, you think to yourself as the waves of your orgasm finally hit you. cheol rides you through the high, and he does it good. so good, you're left breathless when he pulls away from your cunt with a dopey smile and feather light kisses all up your thigh and stomach, and then finally your lips.
"my place?" he asks, stroking your cheek gingerly as you blink up at him. and when you nod hazily, he pats you lightly, helping you back to the passenger seat before helping you slip on your panties and pants back on. this time, when cheol gets back into the driver's seat, he places one hand on the steering wheel, the other secure over your still quivering thigh. "relax angel," he murmurs, and you can't help but burn at the gentle words. this can't be the same man who ate you out like you were damn piece of cake just moments earlier.
the drive is quiet, but not uncomfortable. if anything, you're fucking enthralled. when he stops at a red light, cheol looks over at you and when your eyes meet you can't help but giggle together until you're cheeky, grinning mess by the time you pull up to his house.
parking in the lavish drive way, cheol tells you to hold on for a second, getting out of the car and making his way to your side, to open the door for you.
"i didn't know that this what you meant by coffee," you giggle, stumbling out next to him and letting him wrap an arm around your waist to help you up the steps to his house. it's a beautiful estate, really, but you aren't too focused on admiring the luxury right nowâyou're much more interested in what's to come between you and cheol.
and you're about to find out soon enough because as soon as he opens the door, lets you in, and closes it behind you, cheol's hands are all over you. with your eyes closed as you two engage in a hot mess of tongue and teeth and lips, your rocking back and forth in his arms, his legs leading to you to some place you're not really aware of until you feel something hard and cool press against your lower back.
"wear the apron," cheol tells you firmly when he pulls away, pressing you against his cold stone counter. you knit your eyebrows together in confusion, but let your bag that's still on your shoulder drop onto the counter, taking out your apron without hesitation.
it's now that you realize you're in his kitchen. if you weren't in such a ... intimate setting, you would have admired the design, the appliancesâall of it. perhaps you'd even wonder what it's like to bake in here, cooking up soobin's favorite banana bread with cheol by your side andâyou save those thoughts for another time.
"w-why?" you murmur in response to cheol's request, as you pull the apron out, pulling the pink strap over your head, tying it behind your back as the ache between your legs begins to creep up on you again. cheol's big hands find purchase on your hips again, holding down you down with a firm grip as he turns you around and pushes your back down.
"'cause," he grunts out, and you nearly moan when you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and fabric rustling as he shoves his pants and boxers down. it hardly takes a second before his hands are at the hem of your own pants, yanking them down and giving you a moment so you can step out of them.
you wiggle your ass around for a second, turning to look back at cheol with pleading eyes and ask him to just fuck you already, but then he locks a hand under your jaw, cupping the underside of your face and pulling it up so your back arches into his touch. you can feel the angry, hard head of his cock prodding against the plush of your ass and the feeling of him brush against you has you whining.
"patience, angel," he coos, pressing his face next to the shell of your ear and placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head before easing his way through your folds. you can't even see him but you just know he's bigâfat length rubbing up and down your folds as he coats himself in your arousal as you whisper incoherent pleas for more.
"cheolie ..." the nickname slips from your lips with out as much as a brainless thought but it has cheol's head rewiring.
"fuck, say that again," he demands, snaking the hand that's not holding your face down your back until it's gripping the cute little bow of your apron.
you hum as you feel him tugging at the fabric, jerking your body backwards and pushing your cunt harder against him, the fat tip brushing against your sensitive clit. "cheolie!" you mewl again, and you're really not expecting the way he jams his cock into you in one go. not that you're complaining of course.
'cause how could you complain when he's stretching you out so nicely? when his cock is so long it's already hitting kissing your cervix and hitting spots inside of you that you didn't even think were possible to reach? when he's so deep that his balls are pressed against your burning core and his pelvis is flush against your ass?
"you feel so good," cheol moans, and you squeeze around him even tighter when you hear the low, gruff words escape his lips. "this pussy was made for me, huh?" he breathes out with a chuckle, as he pulls out halfway before pulling the strings of the apron so your core meets him halfway, slamming his cock back into you.
"oh god," you moan loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you try and swivel your hips against his for some added stimulation.
"gonna think abt this every time you wear this, won't you?" cheol grunts, twisting his fingers around the bow in the back so he hold onto it tighter.
the thought runs through your fucked out mind for a moment; you're gonna have to walk into work tomorrow, and if you're wearing the apron, you'll have to sit through the day knowing that you had cheol's cock buried inside of you under this same fabricâif you aren't wearing it, you'll have to come up with an excuse for your lovely employees as to why you're not wearing their precious gift.
which option you're going to go with, though, is swept from your mind when cheol sticks a finger into your mouth and presses down on your tongue as he fucks into you harder.
what a moment, you think. getting railed on the counter of a man who you always thought was out of reach. your insides feel like jelly as his fat cock runs against your walls, veins and curves pressing and dragging through you as heat envelopes you.
and as his thrusts increase in force, you start to realize that cheol is nothing if he is not relentless. just when you think you've whimpered his name so much you think you might lose your voice, he's ramming into you harder, punching the air right out of your lungs as broken moans and squeaks that have him losing his damn mind.
"what a fuckin' angel, creaming me cock so well," he praises, yanking you back and forth at an unforgiving pace to match his calculated thrusts. you feel like you're being thrown around in the best way possible, body throttling every time his hips crash against your ass and cause you to lurch forward and arch your back even more.
and as he goes on, the rub of his cock against you, the press of his balls against your clit, his hand in your mouth and pressing against your jawâit's all so much and so fast and so good until you're shaking and thrashing in his hold.
"mmfâcheolie, wan' cum," you choke out when you feel his cock twitch inside of you.
"yeah? my pretty angel's gon' cum on my cock?"
"yeah-huh," you answer dazedly, body jerking back and forth as his hips snap more haphazardly now, but still hitting that one sweet spot that has your vision going bleary. "can i cum, cheolie?"
and you ask him so fucking sweetly, he can't hold it in anymore, dazedly grunting out something along the lines of, "yeah, angel, cum f'me," before he spills his hot seed inside of you. the sensation of his cum painting your walls white is the final thing you need before joining cheol with your own orgasm, clenching around him so tightly that it has him gripping down on your hips in a way that you know you'll have bruises tomorrow. not that you mind.
how could you, when you just had the most mind blowing orgasm of your life with the hottest guy you've ever met. as you twitch against him, cheol finally pulls himself out and you whimper lowly at the feeling of being empty even though you know you'd probably pass out if you had his dick in you any longer.
gently, cheol strokes your back and caresses the taught muscles, untying the apron that quite literally had you in a chokehold, letting it fall from your figure. "'m sorry," he murmurs into your neck, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, "was i too rough?"
"n-no," you say, face burning when you realize just how croaky and fucked your voice has become. cheol only laughs at you as you dig your face into your hands as you mumble bashfully, "it was ... great." you're slightly embarrassed, yes, but when you catch the look of endearment on cheol's face, you start to think twice.
as you both attempt to even out your breaths, cheol looks down at you panting against the counter, cum spilling out of your fluttering folds. vaguely, he wonders what you'll look like in a bikini in the bahamas. huh, he thinks, maybe he'll have to ask soobin if it's okay to bring an extra certain someone with them on their vacation this summer.
a/n. how i managed to get this out in one day i don't know. the cheol effect i guess. anyways, hope u enjoyed!
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