GOT7 Writers Collective

A/N: This story kinda got out of hand.. like I did not plan to go this way.. I actually didn’t plan anything with this.. it just kinda happened.. welp.. please enjoy this one shot and tell me what you think!

Mark placed his hands behind his head and leaned back into the pillows, sighing softly. He woke up earlier than necessary and didn’t see the need to get up just yet. His attention drifted to your sleeping form right next to him, one of your arms slung around his middle rising and falling with his breathing. Mark removed one of his hands to push some strands of hair out of your face, smiling when he finally saw your squished sleeping face.

You groaned softly and rubbed over your eyes until they fluttered open and searched for Mark.

“Morning beautiful”, he greeted you with a voice still deep from his previous sleep.

"Oh to be a dog", you mumbled and patted the puppy, smiling sadly when it turned further on its back and whacked its tail. "Wish I could be that careless."

As if it sensed there was something wrong with you, it didn't jump up immediately when Jackson entered the apartment. It sat up and stared towards the general direction of the front door but it refused to leave your side.

"Princess?! Why is my sweet little baby?!"

Your jaw clenched and tears welled up in your eyes, the shame of knowing he didn't mean you by those names, weighing down on your heart like a heavy burden.

Jackson called again and the puppy nervously tapped on its paws next to you, unsure on what it should decide.

You took a deep breath, the glimmer of hope that Jackson would greet you like he missed you throughout the day still burning inside of you. "It's alright", you whispered and tapped the puppy's back, watching how it leaped from the couch and squealed excitedly, when it met Jackson in the door to the living room. It jumped around and tried licking his face as he kneeled down and cuddled it enthusiastically, calling it pretty and good and even telling it how much he missed being home to play with it.

You stood up and stepped towards Jackson, waiting silently for him to finish his greeting. Your heart pounded heavily inside your chest, begging for his attention, for his embrace, his touch, his love. The glimmer of hope sparked when Jackson looked up and met your eyes.

He kissed the dog and mumbled something towards it, before he stood up and came over to you. 

"Welco-"

You weren’t even able to finish your greeting when he hugged you and pecked your cheek. And for a split second you were whole again, you felt appreciated and loved again. For a split second you forgot about your insecurities and worries.

Until he pulled away without a word and walked off towards the bathroom.

You stood in the middle of the living room, frozen like a statue as your heart and the glimmer of hope tried everything to find a reasonable solution for this behaviour while your mind and anxiety screamed at you Jackson didn't love you anymore.

When the noise of running water from the shower hit your ears, you broke down. The pain in your knees was dull compared to the pain you felt in your heart. You hugged your upper body tightly as if you wanted to prevent yourself from falling apart. Still, the sobs broke through your sealed lips and the tears soon enough didn't just stain your cheeks but the floor as well.

The puppy crawled next to you, whimpering while it licked over your hand, trying to give you some comfort. 

"Oh my god, what happened?" Jackson dropped next to you and wrapped his arms around your curled up form, pulling you closer to his body. "Are you alright? What happened? What's wrong?"

You somehow managed to tell him through your sobs that he didn't love you anymore, breaking out in even harder sobs.

"Why would you think that? Of course I love you! There is no doubt in my mind about the love I have for you." He gently rubbed your back and rocked you gently back and forth until you calmed down significantly.

"Then why aren't you showing that?" You dared to look up into his face, seeing your tearful, yet accusing, eyes in his.

"What do you mean?"

You sighed deeply and closed your eyes, another wave of sadness hitting you. More tears silently ran down your cheeks, which Jackson wiped away with his thumb, and your lips quivered just as much as your voice trembled when you spoke again.

"Every morning you leave without saying goodbye. To me. Every evening you come home after a long day of work. We haven't seen each other for hours and again I don't hear a single word from you. But you call out for our puppy, cuddle and play with it, smother it with kisses and cute names like sweetie or princess. For months I stood next to you, hoping to receive the same affection and love but with every passing day my presence to you vanished more and more. So don't tell me you love me when I'm clearly nothing but thin air to you!"

Jackson tightened his hug, holding you close to his body as if he was afraid you would leave him any second. It would be a lie if you hadn’t thought about it but your love for him and the way he clung to you let that thought dissolve again. “I’m so, so sorry.”

You held still in his arms, too overwhelmed with emotions to react properly. Your lower lip quivered again and you blinked rapidly looking around the living room as you tried to sort through your thoughts.

“I’ve been told my clinginess drives people away. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I never said that.”

“I know you didn’t, I know!” Jackson sighed shakily. “I just thought I should keep it low. Just to be safe, I guess. It’s stupid. Hearing me say that now, makes me realise that, but I honestly wanted the best for you and me at all times. I’m sorry how stupid I was. I just thought…” He sighed again and hid his face on your shoulder, holding you even tighter now. “I’m sorry.”

Despite struggling, you turned around in his hold and snuggled into him. “Don’t ever do that again”, you whispered and felt new tears roll down your cheeks. “I want to cuddle with you, I want to get a lot of your attention, I want to be called princess too.”

Jackson laughed shakily and started kissing up your neck. “I won’t, I promise! I’ll smother you with all my love until you want me to stop!”

You smiled softly. “I’ll never want you to stop.”

“Good.” Jackson kissed your cheek and rested his head on your shoulder, blinking almost cheekily up to you. “By the way, I don’t call you princess because you’re my queen.”

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But then, your mind wanders to his car.

You chew at the inside of your cheek as you remember part of his confession in the dressing room last week.

“We’re not fucking for the first time in a place like this.”

“Oh? What kind of place did you have in mind?”

“My bed. My couch. My shower. My car. A wall. My kitchen…”

You shake your head internally, squeezing your eyelids shut as if you’re trying to expel the indecent thoughts from your mind.

Date first, you scold yourself, other things later.

Right as the recollection leaves you, Yugyeom makes a right turn into the entertainment district. The street is obviously familiar; after all, you live here. Normally, this is the area that you go to for a quick bite after practice or rehearsal, due to the vast variety of bars, restaurants, and cafés.

Then, you pass a familiar sign on the street, and the one second glimpse of it quickly reminds you of its significance. A small, surprised gasp escapes your lips, and Yugyeom giggles.

“It’s ok, right?” he inquires, almost sheepish.

“Of course, it is! It’s more than alright,” you exclaim, the sound of your enthusiasm easing any nervousness that he had previously, “It’s… Actually… Really romantic, Gyeomie.”

He pulls into the parking lot as you talk, smiling to himself as he backs up. With an arm wrapped over the back of the passenger seat, he cranes his head to look out the back. Clearly, he’s absolutely elated by your positive response but your eyes catch the sight of his jaw and neck clenching instead. You swallow, eyelids fluttering as you push away the urge to pepper kisses along the angles; the need to wrap your arms around his neck and slide into his lap to make do on the plans that he so vehemently vocalized to you-

“Ready to go?” he interrupts your train of thought, and the heat on your cheeks continues to spread to the tips of your ears.

“Mmhm…” you nod, blinking hazily before turning around, reaching for the car door handle. With a satisfying click, the door opens to reveal Yugyeom’s outstretched hand. With your heart leaping out of your chest, you take his palm and breathe a sigh of relief when his fingers interlace with yours. Looking up, you smile at the familiar sight.

The restaurant that you took him to last year. The exact place that you started to fall for the tall, talented, and handsome dancer boy currently leading you towards the familiar door.

✧✧✧

It’s perfect. The closest to perfect that you’ve ever experienced, really.

He talking just as animatedly and passionate as he did that day, alternating between sips of chocolate milk and bites of a personal sized pepperoni pizza. But, it’s just that he’s your boyfriend now. It’s an admittedly incredible benefit. Even so, as you’re listening to him go on and on about a teaching mishap that he had with Bambam yesterday, you cannot believe the fantastic turn of events.

Does he know that his nose scrunches when he giggles? That the corner of his eyes crinkle and his head throws back when he laughs?

“Are you ok? You’re a little quieter than I’m used to,” he says mid-bite, cocking his head to the side at your silence.

“Mmhm. I’m just happy. And I like listening to you talk about work,” you answer, smiling to relieve any uneasiness that he might’ve had.

“Is that it? Because I’ve been wondering why you haven’t said anything about my food choices,” he quips, gesturing at the plate of food in front of him. You giggle in response, covering your mouth to prevent food from spilling out. After chewing sufficiently, you part your lips in defense but he stops you before you can say anything.

“Chocolate milk is good. Burgers are good. Spicy food is not good because it hurts,” Yugyeom defends before taking a sip out of said chocolate milk, brows furrowing cutely.

“Poor baby with his baby tastebuds,” you tease, laughing audibly when he nods in agreeance.

“Yes. I am baby,” he responds, so tonelessly that you’re a hundred percent sure that he isn’t being serious.

It makes you laugh again, only this time you can barely restrict yourself from choking on your food before you scoff, “Sure.”

✧✧✧

You two manage to stay and talk until closing. In fact, you barely noticed that the restaurant was empty until your waiter attempted to kick you both out of the restaurant as politely as possible. After quarrelling over the bill, Yugyeom paid it this time around after reminding you that you bought him a coffee yesterday. So, you reluctantly obliged.

No rock, paper, scissors game this time around. Without another word, he takes your hand and leads you out of the empty restaurant. The door opens and you’re immediately hit with the crisp and refreshing night air, biting Yugyeom’s cheeks pink with each gust. The walk in the parking lot remains relatively silent until he stops in front of his car, his hand twisting in yours until your fingers entwine with his.

“Listen,” he begins, pausing to stroke your knuckles with his thumb, “I want to invite you back to my place to hang out for a little longer, if that’s ok.”

His face is contemplative, almost concerned, as if thinks that you might be uncomfortable with the invitation.

“Please don’t feel pressured to agree because of what I said… Uhm…” he trails off, shyly peering his eyes to the side as he reminds you of last weeks filthy promise, “Anyways. If you want to leave the night as is, I will.”

A small smile seeps into your expression at the caring nature of his words. He couldn’t be more wrong, but you greatly appreciate it anyway.

“I’m more than happy to hang out with you, but isn’t Bam home? I don’t want him to-”

You stop, chewing at your bottom lip at what you’re implying. It isn’t like you don’t enjoy Bam’s company, it’s just that you’re not sure if he should be present for what you have in mind, visualizing the way that Yugyeom’s best friend might cringe at the sight of you cuddling with Yugyeom on the couch, or worse.

“Oh, Bam isn’t home. He’s at Jack’s place, actually,” he says, so nonchalant that you’re convinced that he’s unaware of the way that the revelation pushed your mind to end up in a gutter somewhere.

Alone. In an apartment.

With Yugyeom. And a bed. And a couch.

“Oh,” you make a noise before swallowing, hoping to disguise the fact that you’re pleased with that discovery.

Very pleased.

“Great!” he exclaims before grabbing the passenger door handle, opening it with a click, “After you.”

Yugyeom uses his free hand to gesture to the open door, guiding you inside with his palm. The warmth of his hand seeps into the base of your back, and the sensation prompts a chill to run up your spine. Your eyelids slip closed for a short second, focusing on the presence of his touch before he removes it, bringing you out of your daze when the car door slams shut.

✧✧✧

When Yugyeom said hang out, he really did mean hang out, and nothing more.

And it’s driving you up the wall.

After dinner, he pulled you into his empty apartment, kicked off his shoes, took your coat off, and proceeded to plop onto his couch. Not to make good on that promise from last week, but to watch a movie.

You’re not mad. The fact that you’re currently sitting between his parted legs with his arms wrapped around your waist is making you anything but mad.

You’re just… Frustrated.

Frustrated beyond belief that he’s been focused on the movie for the past hour, when all you want is to feel the heat of his palms on your bare skin; to have them wander in between your legs with his lips on the nape of your neck…

Just the thought of it has you closing your eyes in an attempt to prevent all of the indecent visions from flooding your mind. Unfortunately, he’s making it very difficult to prevent that. His chest is pressed right up against your back, and his left hand is sliding from your waist to your thigh, finishing with a slight tightening of his grip. You’re not sure if it’s subconscious or not, but you widen your thighs as a response to his touch. The movement is so minute that you’re not even sure that he’s noticed.

That is, until the hand on your thigh travels down; slowly and with increasing pressure, to the hem of your dress. His fingers start to play with the pleated fabric, tracing and teasing the skin underneath until you find it difficult to breathe properly. The audio from the tv should be enough to cover it up but all you can hear is the sound of your own laboured breaths. You’re so preoccupied in fact, that you barely notice that you’re squirming backward, right up against his crotch.

“Babe,” he breathes against the shell of your ear, right arm tightening around your waist as his left hand finally ventures underneath your dress and up your thigh. A small noise escapes you, but Yugyeom mistakes it for protest. You can sense an apology coming from him as his touch retracts, so you grab his wrist and place his hand right where you want him.

“No,” you pause to shake your head, “Don’t stop.”

Yugyeom freezes for a second, as if unsure where to begin. So, you decide to give him some direction through your hazy, very turned-on mind.

Covering the back of his fingers with your own, you guide his middle finger up your clothed slit, and he makes a low noise against your ear as a result.

“Touch me,” you plead desperately, emphasizing your need by caressing your clit with his fingers, demonstrating with a pressure and speed that you like to start with. Luckily, Yugyeom seems to have gotten the memo because in no time, you’re clawing at his thighs instead of directing his touch.

The back of your head tilts back to rest on his shoulder as he continues with his ministrations, seemingly concentrated on getting you off. The circles that he’s pressing against your clit starts to increase in speed, and you practically keen against him. Your hips are starting to twitch and your thighs are struggling to remain open. In fact, your legs snap closed with a gasp when his fingers dip under the fabric of your underwear, touching you directly.

But then, he removes his fingers and begins to tap against your clit repeatedly, teasing you.

“I hate you,” you whine toothlessly, displeased that your orgasm was taken away. He chuckles when you start to squirm against him, but the sound quickly devolves to a groan when your ass grinds against his crotch again. He’s definitely hard, and you would almost feel smug about it if you weren’t seconds away from coming.

“Are you ok with this?” he asks, and you nod before whispering with a meek yes.

Yugyeom doesn’t respond. Instead, he forces your thighs open again, digs his fingers into the muscle, and drags them across your skin, as if warning you not to do it again.

You chew your bottom lip at the thought, unsure if you should heed his warning. But then, his hand slides into your underwear again and prods against your wet core, making you disregard that initial thought. Your entire body tenses against his as he circles your entrance with a single finger. He gathers the wetness there before sliding upward, giving your now swollen clit a quick, teasing flick.

Surprised by your sensitivity, you gasp, hip thrusting up slightly to chase his touch. It’s torture, and you start to whine in protest.

“So wet…” he whispers at a volume where you just manage to catch it over the sound of the tv. The teasing lilt of his tone causes you to widen your legs further.

“Fingers,” you demand unintelligently, hoping that he’ll understand with a single word. Sentences are beyond you right now.

“So bossy,” he teases you with a playful nip on the skin of your neck. You blink, and suddenly, his fingers are no longer between your legs. Instead, he uses that same hand to hike up your dress, allowing the fabric to pool at your waist. You begin to protest but a slick sound makes its way into your ear.

It’s the sound of his tongue licking a stripe up his fingers.

Without another second wasted, his free hand pulls the lace of your underwear out of the way and the other slides two fingers into your core.

You let out pleasant hum as his fingers move gently, as if he’s trying to get a feel of what you like. He alters his pace and the angle of his fingers, carefully taking note of what elicits the most positive response from you. His experimenting continues until his fingers delve particularly deep, shifting to a spot that makes your hips twitch.

That reaction isn’t lost to him as he repeats that same action over and over and over, driving you so out of your mind that you can’t hold back the moan from bubbling out of your lips.

“God, that’s- Mmph…” your sentence trails off when the pressure becomes absolutely perfect. He’s curling his fingers so deliciously that you can’t stay still. Yugyeom has to wrap his free arm around your torso to keep you from moving too much.

“Good?” he asks, voice thick with arousal. Clearly, he’s also losing his composure. That, and the fact that he keeps groaning when your ass slides up and down his clothed length.

“More than good,” you answer breathily, gasping loudly when his free hand slides into the neckline of your dress to grasp at your breast. He gives it a brief caress before pinching your nipple, the combination of sensations causing you lose it.

One hand grapples at his wrist and the other squeezes into a fist as you practically dangle over the edge of release again, only to be denied it a second time. He removes his fingers and you’re so needy that your back arches and your entire body trembles.

“I should’ve known,” you pant, chest rising up and down with each laboured breath, “Should’ve known that your teasing would extend to sex.”

“Well, I want to savour it,” he answers with a giggle much too innocent for what he was doing to you with his fingers. Then, loosens his arm from around your waist. Not one to waste an opportunity, you twist around as fast as you can to straddle him, immediately reaching between his legs.

“You’re lucky that you’re cute,” you smile at him playfully, gripping his cock through his slacks. The teasing expression that you saw before has effectively disappeared, replaced with droopy eyelids and an agape mouth.

“You’re cute, too,” he says, smirking before giving you a deep, searing kiss. His arm wraps around you as the other hand glides up your spine to tangle into your hair, pushing your lips against his harder. The action makes you gasp in surprise, which gives him the opportunity to delve his tongue into your mouth further.

You’re now lost. Lost in the way that his hands feel on your body. Lost in the hot, throaty groans that you’re swallowing up with your kisses. Lost in the way that he seems to know exactly where to touch; to nip; to lick; to bite. He’s starting to graze his teeth over the nape of your neck as his jaw drops open, unable to focus with your hand in his pants.

“I want to make do on what you told me last week,” you confess, shaking when Yugyeom starts to suck at a sensitive spot just under your jaw.

“Yeah? What do you wanna start with?” he asks, breath hitching when you pull his cock out of his slacks. You give it a few pumps with your hand, just to see him shiver underneath you.

“Couch,” you start, initially losing your train of thought when he starts to buck into your hand, “Want to ride you. Is that ok?”

Yugyeom groans against your skin, now damp with sweat, “Yeah, that’s- Fuck yeah, that’s way more than ok.”

His enthusiasm makes a grin spread across your face, and Yugyeom melts it away by pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Wait here,” he says, and you reluctantly slide off of his lap to allow him to move.

“And don’t worry, Bam won’t be home for another three hours at least,” he adds with a wink, and you nod.

So, you wait, only having enough time to remove your underwear from your legs, your bra, and to slip the straps of your dress off, allowing the fabric to gather around your hips. Once Yugyeom leaves his bedroom, he throws something at you; something small, but you catch it with ease. You recognize the familiar, square foil packet, so you rip it open with your teeth. You’re so preoccupied with getting the condom out, that he surprises you with a hand on your chin.

With a gentle nudge, you look up to see him staring down at you, the most concentrated and heated that you’ve ever seen him.

“You just gonna stand there, or you gonna lay down for me?” you smile against his lips when he leans down for a kiss.

“Have I ever told you that you’re so fucking hot when you’re bossy?” he whispers hotly, right before giving you a quick peck.

“Hmm… Can’t say that you have,” you answer as you pull at the hem of his black turtleneck, prompting him to remove it. After pulling it off with a swift tug, you push him down on the couch and swing your leg over his hips, effectively straddling him. You shift, gathering the skirt of your dress up towards your waist and rest your wet folds on his length. The simple contact is enough to make you both sigh out.

“Guess that I have to make it up to you,” he promises, looking up at you with such awe, with such reverence and love that you smile down at him, trying to show in your own way that you feel the exact same fucking way.

So, without another word, you get the condom on, allow him to push his pants down as much as possible, and slide his cock inside you. The initial stretch burns a little, but it eventually blooms into pleasure when you begin to move your hips; slow and steady, reveling in the gasp that Yugyeom lets out from underneath you.

“You know how you can make it up to me?” you ask as you plant your hands on his abdomen and grind down, “Fuck me like you promised that you would.”

He chuckles playfully in response, sliding his palms up your thighs before grasping at your ass, “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

✧✧✧

There’s something about it.

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re fucking in a communal space with your clothes half on; breasts hanging out of your dress, his bottoms gathered at his knees with his shirt off, but…

It’s wholly indecent. Absolutely fucking filthy, and that feeling is only intensified by the wet, slapping sounds of skin against skin, the low groans slipping out of Yugyeom’s lips, and the cries of your own pleasure. Each snap of his hips is met with your own thrusts backward, and the all-consuming assault of sensations is so… It’s so…

“Good,” you moan into the air, breath hot and sweltering against his wet lips as you lean down, “You feel so good…”

Yugyeom curses colourfully at that, confirming in your mind that he agrees with your heated statement. Doubling down, he plants his feet on the couch, wraps an arm around your waist, and bucks into you hard, causing your entire body to jolt forward in surprise. Then, he repeats the same action over and over and over until you’re so debilitated; so mindless and lightheaded that you’re forced to clutch onto the armrest for purchase.

“This what you wanted?” he asks mid-thrust, voice hoarse. His breath fans against your damp neck, temporarily cooling your warm skin.

Unable to form a sentence that would be remotely coherent, you nod vehemently, pressing your lips together in an effort to stay quiet. It only just dawned on you that you should be a little quieter, as Yugyeom lives in an apartment complex, filled with neighbours that would surely be disturbed at the ruckus you two are making.

But then, you feel his tongue slide up the curve of your neck, swirling against the skin before latching his teeth against your earlobe, nibbling gently.

“C’mon, use your words, sweetheart,” he goads you on, tightening his hold on your body as you moan at the pet name, “Tell me how good I’m being.”

Your heart flutters at that command.

Oh, you realize, he wants you to praise him.

Very well.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” you abide, and Yugyeom instantly moans at that. Just the sound of it makes you move harder against him, and the pleasure spikes so rapidly that it’s nearly impossible to keep talking. But somehow, you continue by focusing on pleasuring him.

“Fucking me exactly how I want, you feel so good…” you add, trailing off when you see Yugyeom’s eyelids flutter, mouth falling open as a moan becomes stuck in his throat. He’s trying his best to maintain eye contact but you can tell that he’s on his way to completely losing it, and his thrusts are nearing a rhythm that’s rough and uneven.

But it isn’t like you’re any better. You’re equally as overwhelmed, effectively fucked out as the pleasure relentlessly winds up, curling and tightening in your core. Both of you can’t seem to acknowledge anything in your vicinity; not the sound of the television, not the hum of the refrigerator, not even the way that the lamp flickers when Yugyeom’s hand accidentally smacks against the switch. Nothing, except for the urge to touch whatever you can reach; kiss whatever you can kiss, and the culmination of it all has you keening on top of him, walls clamping around his cock to the point of madness.

“Oh, shit,” he breaks your kiss by throwing his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing when he attempts to gasp for air, “Oh, fuck…”

It seems to you that Yugyeom is completely ignoring any potential concerns about volume because he’s getting loud. Loud, loud. As if without a care for his neighbours, Yugyeom lets out deliciously rough groans, sounding delirious and needy so incredibly hot and fuck-

“Close,” you gasp, lungs equally burning for oxygen, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He nods dumbly, squeezing his eyelids shut as he trembles underneath you.

“Sweetheart,” he moans out, loosening his arm from around your body. It causes you to let out a questioning noise, but the momentary confusion is instantly eased when his hands reach up, searching for yours.

Immediately, your heart softens as he rubs his thumb against the inside of your wrist, pausing momentarily before covering your hand with his palm. He laces your fingers together and tightens his grip, desperate and almost afraid. As if you would leave him cold and empty, just as you did a couple of months ago.

He doesn’t verbalize that insecurity. However, he makes it apparent in a different way. His facial features melt into a state of pure vulnerability and his body fully surrenders to yours, actions completely set on pleasing you and ensuring that he’s worthy of you. Worthy of your time, your mind, your words, and your body. It’s as if he’s attempting to prove himself.

And what an absurd attempt it is.

Worthy? No one understands you the way that Yugyeom does. No one makes you laugh as much as he does. No one makes you feel like this, as if your entire body is suspended midair, dangling over the edge of happiness, ecstasy, delirium, and pleasure, all at once.

No one is more worthy than he is.

And with a reassuring squeeze of his hand and a hot, searing, and desperate kiss, you try your absolute best to tell him that, all without a single word.

Then, all Yugyeom has to do is fuck into you once, twice, before you shatter on top of him, hips twitching uncontrollably as the sensation of your orgasm overwhelms your senses. Your core, slick and wet and tight, flutters around his cock with such force that he comes with a throaty half-shout. The noise crawls out of the back of his throat, and he’s so loud that he feels to need to tuck his head into the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your exposed skin as his jaw drops open.

Your entire body hums with pleasure as his cock twitches inside you, slowly softening as the minutes pass. He begins to press wet kisses against your neck, and you can’t help but giggle at the entire situation.

You, lounging on top of him with your breasts spilling out of the bodice of your dress, cock still inside. Him, laying on his shared couch after being thoroughly fucked by you with his pants half off.

“I can’t believe that we had sex on my couch,” he gasps, slapping his palm against his eyes in disbelief. You laugh in response, placing strategic pecks all over his face to get him to remove his hand. Luckily, it seems to work because his eyes start to peek through the gaps of his fingers, twinkling with humour and mischief.

“Don’t tell Bam,” you remind with a smile, shifting on top of him until his slips out of you.

“I won’t tell him if you won’t tell him,” he replies, lifting up on his forearms to give you another kiss. While the urgency is gone, his lips still move with such sweet, earnest passion that your spine tingles.

“How about a shower?” he asks against your lips, breaking the kiss for just a moment.

“Only if we’re having one together,” you grin, elated when he nods in agreeance.

However, his nod is laced with a certain level of mischievousness that makes you suspicious. So suspicious in fact, that you're sure that the shower that he has in mind will be especially long.

✧✧✧

Sex in the shower was not a good idea.

Sure, it started off great. His lips against your neck, his hands finally roving all over your naked body, unhindered by the fabric of your dress. You got to marvel at all of the tattoos that decorate his body, especially appreciating the gigantic wings that sprawl across his back.

But you two got a little too enthusiastic. Perhaps it was because you two wanted to make up for lost time but the second that two shampoo bottles fell from the shower rack and hit your head, he decided to stop.

It’s ok though, because the highly spirited activities continued on his bed, after the shower.

Thank God that Bambam wasn’t home.

“Sweetheart?” Yugyeom says, interrupting your train of thought. You were absentmindedly tracing the lines of his constellation tattoo as he sat beside you, phone in hand as he scrolled through social media. He nudges you with his elbow before continuing, “Can I ask you a question?”

You nod wordlessly, leaning against his shoulder as your back sinks in his upright pillow, allowing you both to rest against the headboard.

“When did you know?” he starts, voice soft. Your brow furrows at the unspecific question, tilting your head to face him. You’re instantly met with the sight of him; hair fluffy and dishevelled and as handsome as ever. Before you can speak, his eyes already staring back at you, tender and curious.

“Know what?” you answer, shifting closer to him.

“Know that you loved me,” he replies, cheeks dusting a pale pink. Restless and antsy, his fingers search for yours underneath his comforter.

“I’m not sure,” you start, pausing when you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, “It wasn’t really a single moment. Just a lot of moments mixed together.”

You reminisce on your practices together, and how they evolved from a shitty meeting to an exchange of simple advice to simple favours to full-on concern and care. The moments that you two spent together felt intimate, more nuanced than simple friendship, and that single evolution made your heart fall for him faster than you ever anticipated.

"You just had to be so annoyingly sweet that I allowed you to worm your way into my life forever," you joke, and a cute giggle escapes him.

"Don't you worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stick by you and be as sweet and annoying as possible. That's a promise," Yugyeom grins in response, squeezing his grip on your hands. Then, he captures your gaze, pupils slightly illuminated by the single, dim lamp that rests on the nightstand beside you.

“By the way, for me, it was when you asked me to play rock paper scissor for the bill,” he admits before leaning in, pressing an achingly sweet kiss on your temple.

A quiet gasp slips from your lips at his admission, "You remember that?"

"Of course. It's where I fell in love with you. And now, it's where we had our first official date," he revels at your speechlessness, taking the chance to place a soft kiss on your temple. Once he pulls away, he's met with your eyes widened in surprise, aching with soft affection.

“My boyfriend is such a little romantic,” you whisper, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his. You find the admission so endearing that your head dips underneath his chin, kissing those cute moles that you’ve been wanting to kiss for forever.

"I guess I have to change your name on my phone now. Not sure if asshole is the most accurate description for you anymore."

“Say that again,” he requests, completely ignoring the latter portion of what you said. You make a questioning noise, so he adds in a voice a little breather than usual, “Say that I’m your boyfriend again.”

A grin spreads across your face, “You, Kim Yugyeom, are my asshole boyfriend.”

“You know what? I’ll take that,” he says, and you laugh even more, giggling through the kisses that you’re sharing with him in his bed.

And you like the sound of it too.

Kim Yugyeom. Your boyfriend.

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[pt. 6] ⤎ [relevé series]

You caught his attention, making him smirk mischievously. He did another flip before he almost calmly rolled around the course, only to lift his shirt and wink at you, sticking out his tongue teasingly.

Yugyeom was in his element. Free, wild, stunningly handsome and confident in what he did. Anybody would fall for him. You most certainly did. Quite literally even. Well. Almost.

A year ago you had discovered your old skates again and after trying them on and noticing they still fit you, you felt the incredible urge to try skating again. What could have gone wrong. Skating was like riding a bike, wasn’t it? At least that’s what you thought. But you were incredibly wrong.

The minute you stood up from the bench at the skatepark, you started wobbling around, arms making big circles in hopes to keep you steady. That’s when you started to roll. Panic was written all over your face since you hadn’t intended to leave the bench or anything in general. After all, you wanted to have something like a handrail for support, but now you rolled into open space and had no idea what to do.

At the same time Yugyeom arrived on his board with a few friends, chatting with them while rolling through the park. He didn’t see you but as soon as he heard your panic screech his head whipped around. He didn’t have much time and he moved rather on instinct than knowing what he was doing.

You on the other hand were quite sure that you blacked out, because the next thing you knew, was how you clung to a very tall and very handsome guy for dear life. “I’m so sorry.”

“No worries, you alright?”

You swallowed harshly and avoided looking at him. You desperately wanted to flee the situation but you knew you would make a fool out of yourself the moment you would let go of him.

“First time skating?”

“What? No! I used to skate quite a bit when I was younger!” 

He huffed in amusement, moving one of his hands away from your body. He kicked his board up and caught it in his free hand. “Let me help you, sweetheart.”

If the embarrassment wasn’t enough to heat your face, that little word sure did the trick. Still, you thanked him, telling him where your stuff was.

“Maybe you should start skateboarding instead”, he said, lifting his board to underline his statement. “It’s easier to jump off it when you lose control.”

“I think I should stay away from any of that to be honest.” You still held on to him, basically in tow while he walked to your stuff. For a minute you even worried that you might be hurting him with your grip but since he didn’t say anything, you quickly forgot about it again.

“I can’t keep it at that now. Let me show you the joy of skateboarding.”

You were still sceptical but agreed nonetheless under the condition he showed you first before you would try anything. 

And so he did. He moved around swiftly with the biggest grin on his face possible. At one point it even looked like he had wings on his back, carrying him through the air with each flip.

You watched him in awe, falling for his carefree attitude and the lightness of his movements. You still stared at him with a slightly agape mouth when he stopped in front of you, pushing his hair out of his face and grinning down at you.

“Your turn.”

You literally heard glass shatter inside of your mind, picturing you on that skateboard, being as elegant as a fish out of water. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely!” He nodded and held one of his hands out for you to grab it.

And even though it might sound clishé, the moment you grabbed his hand was the moment your life changed. Okay, maybe it was the moment you crashed into him.

The first few weeks you simply met every now and then, after that you hung out regularly - even staying at each others for the night. And seven months ago Yugyeom asked you to be his.

Even though a year had passed Yugyeom still hadn’t given up on teaching you how to skate. Hence the reason he stopped in front of you again, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. 

“Your turn”, he grinned.

You rolled your eyes but stood up anyway. “You know I actually practised and came up with a move I’m very confident in!” 

Yugyeom’s eyes widened in surprise, followed by an excited and proud smile. He followed you like a big puppy, his teasing attitude gone momentarily. He stopped in front of the ramp you had jumped up on, a quizzical and slightly worried expression adorning his features.

“You ready?”

Yugyeom nodded tentatively.

You grinned brightly and sat down on the skateboard, pushing yourself down the ramp with your hands, whoo-ing as you rolled towards Yugyeom. You raised your hands over your head, making grabby motions until Yugyeom caught them and stopped you in front of him.

The minute you looked up to him, he burst into a fit of manic laughter, going down to his knees and doubling over. “You could become a pro”, he wheezed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you with his board closer against him. “Gosh, I love you.” With that he kissed you again, still snickering into the kiss.

“Love you too, skaterboi.”

Masterlist

Jinyoung stared at you without moving or reacting at all. Even his eyes didn’t move a bit, which would have been an indicator that he was trying to analyse you, but with him being like a living statue you had no clue. 

The longer he stared at you the more unnerving it became. Still, you refused to budge now. Refused to take your question back. You were sure you had the right guy. Right? A shimmer of worry flared up inside of you. What if you just revealed you had been spared by an assassin to the wrong person? You could feel your heart pounding against your ribcage. All while your breathing became more and more shallow. This wasn’t good.

“You know”, Jinyoung suddenly spoke up, a hint of a smirk playing over his lips, “it’s said that curiosity killed the cat.”

“Gosh, I hate these business deals”, you grumbled under your breath, walking through the foyer of your corporation once your men had dropped you off after the meeting and searched for a parking spot now.

You unbuttoned the top buttons of your blouse, feeling less stuffed already as you headed for the elevators. When your gaze roamed around the foyer and landed on the broad shoulders of a man, you halted and observed the moment.

The man bowed to the secretary, exchanging a few words with her, before he turned around. Your eyes locked and it felt like the air got sucked out of your lungs when you recognised his face. You watched him shortly bow to you as well and then leave the foyer.

You immediately made a beeline to the front desk, asking what he wanted. You slowly nodded along to your secretary explaining what happened, demanding to get the application documents he apparently left before you headed back to the elevators.

As soon as you were in the elevator and the doors closed, you skimmed through the document, scanning all the valuable information in there. A smirk played over your lips as you closed the folder again. This was exactly what you needed.

Lim Jaebeom. 

You read the name over and over again. His application documents were on the table in front of you, the first page with his picture open. Those cat like eyes stared straight ahead.

Just like they did back then. On that fateful day.

Your driver sped through the streets, trying to get your father and you to the next appointment. While your father sat on the passenger seat, he insisted on sitting there, feeling more comfortable despite a higher risk, you sat on the middle seat in the back. You leaned forward, holding yourself up on the seats in front of you as you talked with your father, arguing with him. It was a stupid argument about the business and that you should partake more.

That was the moment your driver suddenly tensed. You noticed it immediately and ignored your father’s bickering to turn to the driver. “What’s wrong?”

“The breaks aren’t reacting!”

Your gaze wandered down to his feet, seeing how he stomped on the paddle. Realising the threat, you looked back up.

The driver tried to avoid major obstacles but as the road made a sharp turn, your fate was sealed. He tried to follow the road but with the speed it was nearly impossible.

The car tumbled around until it came to a stop against a street lamp. 

You softly touched the back of your head. With all those turns you had crashed through a window and landed on the street, several feet away from the car. You don’t remember much from that day except for the excruciating pain soaring through your body and Lim Jaebeom’s face above you.

The daylight appeared like a halo behind his head and in your delusions you were sure you saw an angel. “Hang in there”, he had said, “I called an ambulance.”

Lim Jaebeom saved your life on that day. According to the police he had witnessed the crash and reacted immediately.

You had been lucky that day. Unlike your father. His head had bumped against the window hard enough to cause internal bleeding that couldn’t be stopped. He had died on the way to the hospital. Thankfully your driver survived with several broken bones and scratches. 

He was still your most trusted driver. Even though he had refused to drive you again at first, fearing to mess up again. Only after a private investigation made clear that it wasn’t his fault since someone had cut the breaks, which he couldn’t have seen, he accepted to drive you again.

You looked up from the documents when someone knocked on the door to your office. You quickly glanced at the large clock standing next to the door and grinned. Punctual. With that you stood up and rounded your office desk. You shortly stopped at the chessboard in the corner of your office and moved a pawn to another field before you walked over to the door and opened it with a smile.

“Lim Jaebeom, I assume?” You offered your hand for him to shake and invited him into your office afterwards. “Anything to drink for you?”

“Water, please.”

You nodded and prepared a glass of water which you set on the table in front of him. You then sat down on your chair again, eyeing the man in front of you curiously.

He smiled awkwardly and reached for the glass of water, taking a sip when you didn’t speak immediately. After that he proceeded to look around your office.

“Tell me”, you smiled and leaned forward, resting your arms on the table, “why did you apply to a company that didn’t offer any open spots?”

Jaebeom sighed, his shoulders dropping already. “I’m currently working at a place I can’t stand. I’m constantly getting looked down on, promotions get always passed to others who work less and my ideas or submissions get ignored all the time. I honestly have had enough and decided to take fate into my own hands.”

“That is very courageous of you.” You crossed your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts up intentionally. “Tell me, what do you have to offer? Give me a reason why I should hire you.”

He immediately straightened, his gaze shortly landing on your chest, before he looked straight ahead again, reciting all the qualifications listed on his application.

“I’m quite able to read your application. Do you have anything else to offer?”

“I work hard and am willing to give my all, no matter what is asked of me.” Determination shone in his eyes.

You smiled brightly again. “Wonderful!” With that you pulled a contract out of a drawer and placed it in front of Jaebeom. You briefly walked him through the details, highlighting his salary and his position as well as the requirements. You then held a pen towards Jaebeom, waiting for him to take it and sign the papers.

He quickly scanned the contract, grabbed the pen and signed it on the spot. Jaebeom handed you one of the copies, seeing you had it already signed, and kept the other one for himself. He would now work for you for the next 365 days. Afterwards it was up to him if he wanted to continue working at this company or somewhere else.

“When will you be able to start here? I assume you haven’t quit your previous job yet?” You asked while you gently traced his signature on your copy with a satisfied smile.

“Monday morning!” Jaebeom scooted to the edge of his chair, showing you how eager he was to quit his old job and start here as soon as possible.

You smiled brightly. “That’s marvellous! I love it when things work out just perfectly.” You admired his features silently, keeping the dreamy sigh locked inside of your chest while your eyes wandered over his god like face. If the old Greeks had known Lim Jaebeom they would have built every statue based on him. You were sure of that. “I’ll expect you in my office at eight o’clock sharp on Monday morning. I’m delighted to work with you.” 

Once again you stretched your hand out for Jaebeom to shake, smiling gently when he profusely told you how delighted and thankful he was. You walked him to your door and even watched him leave until the elevator doors closed and his form was gone from your view.

Finally your dreamy sigh was able to leave your lungs. You closed the door and leaned against it with your back. One step closer to being with your angel. Your heart pumped heavily within your ribcage, spreading heat throughout your whole body. Small tingles prickled all over your skin while you let your hand glide over your stomach and up to your chest. You cupped your breasts and squeezed them gently, picturing your angel standing in front of you instead of being alone.

The excitement of having Jaebeom closer to you still felt surreal to you. Now you wouldn’t have to monitor him as much and you had dozens of opportunities awaiting you to get closer to him.

Your thoughts got interrupted with a phone call coming from your office desk. You gritted your teeth and walked to your desk, leaning over it to grab the phone. “Yes?” You asked rather harshly before listening silently to the words the caller had to say.

“I swear to god”, you grumbled and pressed your thumb and index finger against the bridge of your nose, “bring him up. I’m gonna deal with that bastard.” You hung up your phone and walked over to your little chess board. You glanced over the figures, contemplating which one to move next.

Only when the door opened and your men brought a heavily beaten up guy into your office, you grabbed a pawn of the opposite team and placed it on a new field. “Why do you think you are here?” You asked without turning around, tracing the form of the pawn with your fingertips.

“Oh, the all mighty”, he spit out, pretending to sound intimidated, “quiver before me. What are you going to do? Torture me? In your office?”

Your jaw tensed and you closed your eyes in annoyance, taking several deep breaths through your nose. “Why do men love to underestimate everyone around them?” You asked rhetorically and turned around, pure rage burning in your eyes as you stared down at the man on his knees. You walked around him, watching him like a tigress watched her prey. 

You noticed the slight tremble in his form, the fear of what you could possibly do to him finally catching up. He swallowed thickly as his eyes flickered around the room, searching for a way to escape.

Sadly enough for him, your office only had one door which was flanked by your men. They would simply shove him back into the room without even batting an eye.

“If you’re looking for a way out”, you smiled sweetly and halted in your movements right before the large window front, “it’s right here.”

“You’re insane!”

Your smile dropped from your lips. “I don’t think you’re in the position to make such claims.”

He immediately cowered in front of you, robbing away from the windows as much as he could in his state. “You can’t possibly ask me to jump out of the window! This is the 26th floor!”

You scoffed and walked over to the man, kicking him in the stomach so he rolled over on the floor. “I don’t ask anything of you.” 

He coughed loudly, not having expected such a blow. 

Displeasure was written all over your face as you saw some blood trickling from his broken lip and dropping on the hardwood floor. You kicked against his shoulder, making him fall onto his back. Without hesitation you stepped with one of your heels on top of his chest, putting some pressure on it to keep him in place. “I neither have the time nor the patience to deal with fuck ups like you. So I advise you to refrain from your current attitude unless you really want to jump. I know ways to be your worst nightmare. I know how to make you wish you had chosen that exit today. Are we clear?” You leaned over the man, pressing your heel into his chest as if you wanted to pierce him with it. A satisfied smirk played over your lips, seeing the pain and fear visible in his eyes. 

You pressed even harder down on his chest, staring expectantly at the man to your feet, when the door to your office shot open. Your head snapped up, about to yell at the person who interrupted you but as you locked eyes with Jaebeom you froze. Sheer panic flooded your system as you noticed how he scanned the situation.

You quickly stepped over the man, ignoring the fact you used his body to walk over, and quickly made your way to Jaebeom. A simple but pointed gaze towards your men was enough for them to understand what they had to do while you pushed Jaebeom out of your office. The door closed behind you and you stopped pushing Jaebeom. Your hands still lingered on his pecs, unsure what to do next. 

“Why did you come back?” You whispered, staring at the floor between the both of you. Mentally you already moved another chess piece around, this time though to a spot that would throw you further away from victory. With Jaebeom witnessing what you were capable off, you were sure he would rip the contract right in front of your nose and just never show up again.

“I wanted to know what type of coffee you like.”

“Huh?” Confused, you looked up to see Jaebeom’s face. A glimmer of hope sparked in your chest again as he didn’t look frightened of you. “What type of coffee I like?”

You were on the verge of tears when he suddenly smiled ever so gently and grabbed your hands, removing them from his chest. “I assumed I should bring you coffee first thing in the morning. As your personal assistant.”

“You came back because of that?” Your voice was barely over a hushed whisper, too afraid to burst the illusion your desperate mind created right in front of you. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

You bit on your lower lip. “Aren’t.. aren’t you scared of me?”

Jaebeom shook his head. “The way I see it. As lon as I’m not a fuck up I’m all good.”

You felt your insides twist needily, hearing him say fuck so casually right in front of you. “Yeah.” You weren’t able to form anything else, too stunned by the chance that was given to you as well as your body wanting to be taken on the spot.

“So. What type of coffee do you like?”

“I’ll trust your decision”, you smiled and stepped away from Jaebeom. You knew if you stayed any longer so close to him and his heavenly scent, you would jump him and most likely scare him away. For real this time. “I’ll see you on Monday then?” Even though you didn’t want your voice to raise at the end as if you were asking him a question, you couldn’t help the inner uncertainty to well up.

“Until Monday.” 

You could feel a large weight being lifted from your shoulders when Jaebeom confirmed it, making you smile more genuinely now. You watched him leave for a second time, your smile only dropping when you turned back to your office door.

If getting Jaebeom to fall in love with you was a game of chess, him walking in on that situation would have been a horrible move on your side. Thankfully fate seemed to be a bad player, not noticing the mistake and being lenient with its own move. Unless it decided to take pity on you.

A game against fate was always risky but you would take it head on. For your love. For your angel. You simply had to be more careful and play even more cunning than before.

For the next few months your little game got almost too easy. Jaebeom accompanied you to every meeting, he stayed with you when you reviewed reports, kept reminding you of your schedule and even tagged along when you needed new clothes.

You still grinned like the cheshire cat, remembering his lustful eyes when you had called for him and his opinion on the lingerie you had tried on.

“Why is lingerie so important for a business deal?” He had asked, trying to sound so innocently and avoiding looking at your half naked form.

“For the extra boost of confidence.” You had smiled and stepped in front of him. “So? What do you think?”

Jaebeom had taken a deep breath before his eyes slowly travelled over your body. The muscles in his jaw had ticked slightly whenever his eyes fell on your curves, ass or breasts. “You definitely seem confident”, he had breathed out through his teeth.

From then on you had made it a habit to buy a new set of lingerie whenever you needed a new business outfit. And you definitely asked Jaebeom for his opinion every damn time.

You started to feel his lingering gazes on your form, confident he imagined what you wore underneath your clothes. You would tease him every now and then with some revealing movements but aside from that you tried to keep it professional. At least as long as the two of you were on company grounds.

More often than not you and Jaebeom went out even after working hours. You two visited cafés, bars and restaurants together, talked about your lives and simply enjoyed each other's company. By now you basically controlled his every step.

Though you tried to keep Jaebeom out of the rather shady parts of your business. But the longer he stayed with you the more he got involved. People knew of him and if you really wanted to know him to be safe, you had to introduce Jaebeom to this part of your world. Someday.

You stood in front of your chess board again, waiting for a future business partner to arrive. Over the months fewer pieces remained on the board, most of them were lined up at the side of the playing field. It appeared like one side had clearly the upper hand and you were quite confident to be on the right path but there were still enough chances for the opposing side to turn this game around.

“Who are you playing against?” Jaebeom asked and stepped next to you, looking down on the chess board with curious eyes. He always saw you moving pieces around every now and then but until now he never dared to ask you what it was about.

You shrugged with your shoulders. “Myself, fate, something like that.” You then looked up to Jaebeom with a smile. “Business is like a game of chess. If I don’t consider every possibility I will be thrown under the rug. So I have to stay focused and alerted all the time.”

“Must be exhausting.” A hint of sadness washed over his features as he searched your eyes. 

“I got used to it.”

Jaebeom shook his head. “Nobody can get used to permanent stress. I want you to be able to relax. At least when it’s just the two of us.”

You pushed yourself on your toes, cupping Jaebeom’s cheek and placing a soft kiss on his other. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

A knock on the office door interrupted you two. You shortly closed your eyes before you plastered a bright smile on your face again and walked to the door, ready to open it. You always liked to greet your guests personally and Jaebeom simply accepted it, standing behind your office desk and waiting there.

“So glad you were able to make it!” You said after opening the door, stretching your hand out to greet the man in front of you.

He ignored your hand and simply waltzed into the office, looking around with narrowed eyes. “I heard a lot about your organisation. It’s a surprise I’ve never seen you before. The man behind all the glory.” His eyes landed on Jaebeom. “I’m glad to make some deals with you today.”

Jaebeom tensed and glanced towards you, seeing the annoyance radiating off of you. Only after you took several deep breaths, closed the door and nodded towards him to play along, did he relax a little.

You still had to walk over to him and push him down on your chair, sitting on the arm rest for yourself. You eyed the man in front of you, having the urge to throw him out of your office already. It wasn’t the first time someone underestimated you but to be blatantly ignored might be a new record.

Jaebeom placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly, before he spoke up. “I assume you have the proposal with you.”

The man dropped a file holder on the table and pushed it over to Jaebeom, who opened it. Both of you read through the contents. It took everything within you not to throw the file into that man’s face again. His demands and offers were outrageous.

You placed your hands on Jaebeom’s and drew a small x on the back of his hand, telling him you wouldn’t accept such a proposal.

“You’re demanding too much and offering not enough for me to accept that proposal”, Jaebeom said and shoved the file back over the table, staring the man down with an ice cold gaze.

A smirk played over your lips. Jaebeom was definitely born to do this and to say you weren’t turned on by it would be a lie. You could feel your core throbbing and your desire for him skyrocketing. Your gaze fell on his hand, the large palm and long fingers spread over your thigh, the heat on your skin. It drove you crazy. Your legs tensed when you visualised his hand to move further up. You barely paid attention to what the man had to say, knowing you didn’t want to work with such a scumbag anyway. Instead your only focus lied on Jaebeom’s hand.

Your breath hitched when his hand moved upwards. Your eyes immediately snapped to his face, observing his side profile closely.

An amused smirk played over his lips and a knowing glint sparked in his eyes as he momentarily looked at you before bringing his attention back to the man in front of him. “I’m not interested in your excuses.”

You wanted to whimper so badly, hearing his harsh tone. You even pictured him saying it to you in the first place.

“Maybe you should send your toy out of the room so we can have a talk between men.”

Jaebeom’s hold on your thigh became almost painfully strong. His fingers dug into your skin. You weren’t sure whether he tried to hold you back or he tried to ground himself. You glanced at his side profile again, seeing his jaw tense and a single muscle tick.

“What.”

“Send that woman outside. She’s clearly distracting you.” 

You raised an eyebrow in question before a realising smirk played over your features. Jaebeom seemed to have come to the same conclusion as he pulled your leg over his lap. You pressed your heel against the other armrest and watched Jaebeom with bated breath.

His fingers traced over your skin while he fixated the other man. “Maybe you’re speaking of yourself.” He grinned and kissed your knee, letting his hand trail further up your thigh. He even brushed your skirt away, revealing your soaked underwear to the man’s view.

You shivered at the exposure, your hand automatically moving to Jaebeom’s neck where you played with his hair. You wanted more. You needed more. As if your body had a mind of its own, you quickly shuffled around until you straddled Jaebeom, pressing your throbbing core against his centre. 

Jaebeom inhaled deeply, intoxicated by your close proximity. When you started moving your hips against his dick, he immediately placed his hands on your ass, pushing you further against himself.

You looked over your shoulder to the man with a disinterested look on your face. “I don’t want to do deals with you anymore. You may leave.” You turned back to Jaebeom, pressing yourself against his form. Your lips ghosted over his exposed neck, ready to latch on his soft skin whenever you wanted. Your eyes fluttered close from the sensations. You could feel his dick harden underneath you, making you clench around nothing.

Too focused on your angel and your own desire you completely forgot about the other man inside your office, until he grabbed your hair and yanked you away from Jaebeom. You yelped in pain and your hands immediately shot up to your head.

You got pulled onto your desk, the man standing above you with a face as red as a tomato. “Bitch!” He spit down on you, disgust written all over his face. “How dare a lowly slut speak to me like that?!”

Jaebeom jumped up, grabbed a letter opener from your desk and slammed it into the man’s wrist. Once the man let go of your hair, Jaebeom pulled you up to his chest, cradling you there protectively.

The man screamed in pain, fuming at his mouth as he turned his anger towards Jaebeom. 

Having had enough of that bastard you grabbed the handle of your hidden drawer in the middle of the desk and pulled it open, revealing a gun hidden inside of it. You grabbed it without hesitation and aimed at the man, successfully shutting him up.

“Give me a reason not to shoot you”, you hissed through your teeth. “First you ignore me, then you disrespect MY company and MY business with such a lousy proposal, you dared to touch me without my permission and even had the audacity to insult me. Get down from your fucking high horse and get it into the thick head of yours: not every business partner is male. You should have done some research on my name.”

You watched his eyes widen in horror and how he turned into a stuttering mess.

“Give her the letter opener back”, Jaebeom said leisurely as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

“You little shit..”

You cocked the gun, motioning to him to follow Jaebeom’s request. You watched him pull the sharp tool out of his wrist, biting down on his lip in pain to prevent himself from howling.

When he was about to place it on the office desk, Jaebeom spoke up again: “Clean it.”

Begrudgingly the man followed the request and wiped it clean on his sleeve before he placed it on the desk.

Your eyes wandered to your hardwood floor, seeing how droplets of blood had fallen on it. “You can continue with the floor.”

Somewhat clumsily as he pressed his wounded wrist against his chest the man got on his knees and started rubbing over the floor.

“Good. Now leave.” You placed the gun on your desk and closed your eyes, taking some deep breaths to calm yourself down again.

“Fucking bitch”, the man muttered as he got up again and walked to your office door.

Before you were even able to react, Jaebeom grabbed the gun, aimed at the man and pulled the trigger.

You stared at the body dropping to the floor, watched how your men stormed into the office ready to come to your aid. You saw out of the corner of your eyes how Jaebeom lowered his arm and placed the gun back on the desk. “Angel of death”, you whispered before you snapped back out of it. You quickly gave some orders to your men and waited until they dragged the body out of the office and closed the door behind them.

“I’m sorry.”

You ignored Jaebeom’s apology and looked down at your body instead. “I feel disgusting”, you whined, seeing the glistening of spit on your cleavage. You started to unbutton your blouse and used it to wipe over your skin, removing the remaining spit before you threw the fabric into the bin. You then grabbed some disinfectant from one of the side drawers and rubbed it over your chest, making sure nothing of that pig’s saliva stayed on you.

Jaebeom watched you silently. He had seen you in a bra more than once but this time it felt different. So when you stemmed your hands into your hips and finally looked up at him, he couldn’t help himself. Jaebeom took one large step, grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. This was what you wanted. This was your goal all along. Six months of tiptoeing around him and teasing him finally paid off.

Jaebeom gently pushed you backwards. When you two collided with the chess board he changed directions until you were pressed against the wall.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw the king fallen to the floor but you couldn’t care less about it. Right now all you wanted was Jaebeom.

And he wanted you. Jaebeom cupped your breasts, kneading them while kissing you senseless. 

You gasped into his mouth and arched your back, inviting him to open your bra, which he did immediately. You were able to breathe when Jaebeom broke the kiss and leaned down to kiss and lick your breasts and nipples. You moaned and mewled with his tongue pleasuring you.

Before you even knew it, Jaebeom grabbed you underneath your thighs and carried you back to your office desk, placing you on top of it. All of it while continuing to kiss you over and over again. His hands glided down to your knees and he firmly pushed your legs further apart. Jaebeom even pulled you to the edge of the desk until your wet core was pressed against his hard cock.

You impatiently fumbled with his belt, whining underneath your breath when it wasn’t fast enough to your own liking.

Jaebeom helped you and pushed his pants and underwear down, revealing his thick cock. It stood strong in front of you, the tip already leaking precum.

You hesitantly wrapped your fingers around his shaft, dragging your thumb over the prominent vein underneath. You salivated the longer you stared at his dick. “Perfect”, you whispered and looked back up to Jaebeom. 

He eyed you, and you weren’t sure whether he was nervous or only wanted to see your reaction. “Do you want me?”

“Fuck”, you breathed and nodded quickly, swallowing your own saliva down, “yes, I do. I want you to take me right here and now!”

Jaebeom groaned and pushed your skirt upwards, revealing your soaked panties to him. He pressed two fingers against your core, dragging them over your entrance in a teasing manner. 

You shivered in delight, watching him intently with baited breath. You bit down on your lower lip when he grabbed the letter opener and used it to rip your panties open.

Jaebeom removed your hand from his cock and rubbed it instead against your wet core, groaning from the friction he created. Once he deemed his shaft slick enough he grabbed it and pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing you by not pushing into you.

“Jaebeom!” You warned him, growing restless and impatient. “Fuck me now!”

He chuckled and locked eyes with you. “I won’t be gentle.”

“Good!”

That was all he needed as he slammed himself into you. If he wouldn’t have been holding onto your leg, you would have probably scooted back from the force behind his thrusts. Jaebeom now held both of your legs wide open, pulling you into him while he rammed his cock into your tight hole. 

The air got filled with your cries of pleasure and skin slapping against skin. You barely heard his grunts over your own pleasure, but seeing his clenched jaw and concentrated look in his eyes was enough for you to know he was just as much into it. 

You shifted your weight to only one arm as you placed your index on your clit, rubbing it fiercely. Jolts of electricity spread through your body, making your skin tingle. You felt the knot tightening in your core and your mouth suddenly became dry as the haze of lust clouded your senses.

With another deep thrust you came undone around Jaebeom’s cock. He continued to thrust into you, chasing his own high. Right before he came, Jaebeom pressed his hips against yours and leaned over your body to kiss you fiercely.

You felt him throb inside of you, knowing he painted your walls white. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

“I probably can’t get enough of this now”, Jaebeom admitted with a smirk, only slipping out of you after his dick softened.

“Good”, you repeated, sitting up and looking at Jaebeom, who started to clean everything up - even your overthrown chessboard. “I’ll definitely want you to fuck me again.”

Ever since that day you couldn’t get enough of each other. Always touching, always making out, always having sex. As much as possible and whenever possible. You were always down for it.

Whether you leaned over your desk to review some papers and Jaebeom stepped behind you, pressing his hard on against your ass, or you pulled him into the changing cubicle when you two were shopping. One time he even ate you out on the hood of your car down in the parking lot under your company. The thrill, that anybody could come and see you like that, had your whole body on edge. 

He even fucked you in front of a client, who made another nasty remark about you being not cut out for this job. 

You felt the most content with his dick inside of you. It didn’t matter if you sucked him dry or he drilled himself into your pussy or even ass. Having him like that was everything you wanted - everything you needed.

He even stayed most of the nights at your place now, fucking you into oblivion before both of you would fall asleep in your bed.

“I love you”, Jaebeom murmured and kissed the top of your head, pulling your naked body closer against his own.

You turned on your stomach, ignoring that the blanket slightly drifted off of your body, and looked up into Jaebeom’s face, searching for any indication that he wasn’t serious. “Really?”  You asked hopefully, feeling how your heart fluttered inside of your chest.

Jaebeom smiled lazily and pulled you half over his body, satisfied when your boobs were pressed against his chest. “Maybe I shouldn’t”, he said and started drawing lines on your back with his finger, “as your employee I mean. But yes, I do love you.”

“I love you too”, you whispered, “so so much.”

“Aren’t you worried people won’t approve of your love? To a mere assistant?” 

You pushed yourself up and straddled Jaebeom, placing your hands right next to his head as you leaned down and stared into his eyes. “I’ll get rid of everyone who dares to even think that you’re a mere assistant”, you told him in a serious tone, “you’re so much more. You are my man.”

“Fuck”, Jaebeom exhaled, “you’re so hot when you get all dark and serious.”

You smirked. “Kinky.” Nonetheless you rubbed your core against his hard dick, coating it in your slick. You already vibrated with excitement when you aligned the tip of his dick with your entrance, moaning pleasantly when you pushed yourself down on it.

Jaebeom thrusted up into you, meeting your rhythm. He grabbed your hips and helped you stabilise yourself while you continued to ride him.

You rested your hands on his chest, dragging your nails over his skin until little red lines tarnished his otherwise spotless upper body. Your rhythm stuttered when the ringing of the doorbell suddenly interrupted you. “Ignore it”, you hissed more to yourself than Jaebeom, hoping to get back into your desire.

Sadly enough though the person continued to ring the bell like a mad man. You cursed and got up, running your fingers through your hair in annoyance.

Jaebeom got up as well, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him for a soft kiss. “I’ll get it.” He let go of your hand, smiling softly when you visibly melted in his presence, and grabbed a towel to hide his private parts behind it. 

You watched him with lustful eyes, wrapping a bed sheet around your body and following him, only so you could look at his fine ass for a little longer. Your loving gaze vanished though, the minute Jaebeom opened the door.

“Ah, the angel finally fell into her trap, huh”, Youngjae said, looking over Jaebeom’s naked body with little to no interest.

“What are you doing here?” You asked and stepped in front of Jaebeom, throwing daggers at your ex-boyfriend.

“I needed to talk to you.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “I have a secretary for a reason. She makes appointments for people that want to talk to me.”

“As if you would have accepted that”, Youngjae retorted, copying your stance, “ever since your new toy arrived, you ignored every advance I made. You blocked me everywhere ten months ago.”

“And yet you’re here.”

“Because it’s urgent.”

“Urgent enough you just had to interrupt my high?”

Youngjae clicked his tongue and turned his attention to Jaebeom. “You know she is only using you. Once she’s satisfied or bored she’ll kick you out like trash. You’re simply a toy for her.”

You slapped Youngjae and glared at him. “Just because you were a toy, doesn’t mean my angel is one as well. He is way more than you. And just for your information I do plan to spend the rest of my life with him!” You turned around and smiled at Jaebeom, placing one hand on his cheek to guide him down to your level for a kiss. “Hoping you’ll agree to stay with me. Forever.”

“Whatever!” Youngjae raised his voice, getting your attention again. “I’m here to warn you.”

“Warn me?” You raised an eyebrow questioningly and leaned into Jaebeom’s form, waiting for Youngjae to continue.

“You remember your stunt?”

“Which one?” You rolled your eyes and even yawned, showing how little interest you had in Youngjae’s warning.

“The sleazebag you killed. His group isn’t happy with that.”

“What’s new?”

“Others aren’t happy about that as well. They say you stepped out of line and want to teach you a lesson.” Youngjae said sternly, looking you straight in the eyes. 

“Out of line?!” Jaebeom spoke up and wrapped his arms around your form, pulling you against his body. “How could she have been out of line when that idiot treated her like a whore?” He glared at Youngjae. “Another piece of information for you. I killed that scumbag.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Nobody was supposed to know it was him. You would have been able to deal with the wrath of your opponents but Jaebeom wasn’t used to this world. Even though he handled most of it rather well, he still didn’t belong to this world.

“Because of me!” You quickly intervened, schooling your face immediately when you noticed Youngjae’s eyes on you. “I would have killed that man anyway.” You shrugged with your shoulders, playing disinterested again. “He wasn’t worth living.”

Youngjae hummed, simply staring at you for a while. “I warned both of you”, he then said and left.

You watched his back before you closed the door, nibbling on your lower lip in thought. “Never leave my sight”, you whispered and turned around to Jaebeom, cupping his face and looking into his eyes with desperation. “You need to stay with me at all times!”

Jaebeom tightened his arms around your body and kissed your forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll stay with you.” 

You relaxed into his hold, leaning your head against his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat. “I can’t lose you”, you told him quietly, trying to suppress the fear that welled up inside of your heart.

At first you were extremely careful, checking everything. You always held Jaebeom’s hand wherever the two of you went. You even made him carry a gun at all times, just like you had one strapped to your thigh or ankle. Except for Jaebeom you started to mistrust everyone around you. Everybody was a possible threat.

You stood in front of your chessboard again, seeing how only the king and the queen of one colour remained on the field while the other team had a few more pieces, mostly pawns though. 

Jaebeom hugged you from behind and placed his chin on your shoulder, looking down on the chessboard as well. “Doesn’t look too good for them, huh?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s all good. They don’t need anybody else. We can still win!” With that you moved the queen and kicked yet another pawn from the board. “See? I’ll protect my king at all costs.”

“I’ll protect you too”, he murmured and kissed your cheek, before turning you around. “It’s been weeks now and you’ve been on edge ever since. Let us drive home and take a warm bath together, hm?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into his body, smiling tiredly. “That sounds lovely. I can’t wait to have you for myself again.”

Jaebeom chuckled lowly. “You have me all the time.” He kissed you, placing one hand at the back of your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid into your mouth and toyed with your own muscle. “Still, I want you to loosen up a little and enjoy everything I’ll give you to one hundred percet.”

Your insides immediately clenched around nothing, excited at the promise Jaebeom was making. You felt hot and cold at the same time, impatient for his ministrations. You nearly lost your mind when he kissed along your throat and down to your collarbones. 

“Let’s go”, Jaebeom whispered and nibbled at your skin, driving you crazy with lust. He backed away and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of your office and towards the elevators. The doors didn’t even close fully when he pressed you against the wall again, touching you wherever he could.

You moaned and whined, feeling dizzy from the lust building up inside of you. It was true, you weren’t able to fully focus on the pleasure Jaebeom gave you for weeks now, always worried something might happen to him. There was still a small voice at the back of your head, scolding you to keep alert, but Jaebeom’s touches made you lose your sanity. 

You still decided that you were the one driving. It took several minutes before you two were able to let go of each other, allowing you to open the car and get inside. You shared a dozen more kisses and only then you started the engine.

“I wouldn’t know what to do without you”, you admitted softly, placing one hand on his thigh while you focused on the road ahead.

Jaebeom chuckled and intertwined his fingers with yours, keeping your hand still on his thigh. “You probably wouldn’t be engaged then.”

Your eyes widened and you glanced at Jaebeom, seeing how he pulled a little black velvet box out of his jacket.

“Sorry, I don’t think I can wait until we’re back home”, he admitted shyly and opened the box, holding it so it was in your view, “but since my one year contract is almost over I thought I take a bigger step now.”

You gasped, seeing the engagement ring inside of it.

“I want to ask you properly once we’re home, but can I put the ring on your finger already?”

“Y-yes”, you whispered, your heart bursting with love for the man right next to you, “god yes.” You felt how Jaebeom slid the cool metal band around your finger, kissing the back of your hand right after it.

“It looks perfect.”

You shortly looked at your hand, admiring the ring around your finger. You’ve never seen anything more beautiful. “It is perfect”, you smiled.

The moment you looked up and locked eyes with Jaebeom, you felt a strange wobbling from the gas pedal. You frowned and turned to look at it, not noticing anything strange. You looked back up front and pressed your foot down.

That was the moment the engine exploded in front of you, ripping the hood of the car away. You lost control of the steering wheel.

The next thing you knew was the strong scent of smoke. You coughed and tried to open your eyes. At first you saw nothing but white smoke. You automatically waved your hand in front of your face, coughing some more.

It took you some time, the ringing in your ears and your tremendous headache slowing you down, until you noticed the car had stopped at a wall, a few brick stones littering the front of the car. You then noticed how half the windshield was shattered, pieces of glass laying everywhere around the inside of the car.

“Jaebeom?” You asked, coughing again. You blinked and looked around, groaning when your body hurt from the movement. Your eyes landed on your hand, seeing it covered in blood with the small metal band shining between all the red. “Jaebeom?” Dread filled your body as you didn’t receive any reaction.

You fully turned around to Jaebeom, ignoring the pain shooting through your body. You had your eyes pressed shut from the pain and once it subdued you opened them, blinking several times to clear your vision.

“No”, you exhaled shakily, “Jaebeom?” You raised your trembling hand to touch his cheek. “Please, baby, please don’t leave me alone.” You begged him, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. You looked further down, seeing how a part of the engine impaled your love. Ever so slowly your hand wandered down to the side of his neck, searching for a pulse. 

You screamed in agony when you didn’t find one, fighting against your security belt to crawl over to Jaebeom. “Please”, you cried, “please don’t leave me alone, please!” 

Nothing you did brought Jaebeom back though. He stayed lifeless. You screamed again and hit his chest, begging him to come back to you.

You barely noticed someone stepping towards the car. Only after you calmed down, feeling like a shell without a soul, you noticed the eyes on you. You turned to look at the person standing next to the driver’s seat. “Please”, you whispered, upon seeing the gun in their hand, “I don’t want to live without him.” The tears hindered you from seeing clearly, but you didn’t care who exactly stood in front of you, as long as they would free you from your misery. 

They crouched down and tapped the gun against their head. “So it comes to this. The king and queen killed by a bishop.”

You blinked several times, recognising that voice. “Youngjae?”

The man smiled though it didn’t reach the sadness within his eyes. “I warned you.”

You started to sob uncontrollably. “Why him? Why not me? I can’t live without him!”

Youngjae sighed deeply and pointed his gun at you. “I’m doing this because I still love you.”

You stared at him void of any emotion but pain. “I know.”

Your eyes roamed along the room until they landed on your boyfriend watching a clip on his mobile phone. 

Soon enough he placed the phone back down and started the song anew. He hadn’t noticed you yet as he walked back to the middle of the room.

Through the mirror you could see that he had his eyes closed, his brows furrowed in concentration. You watched him silently dancing, noticing how stiff his body appeared.

The moment he attempted to do the perreo, he looked up into the mirror, wanting to check his form, but instead he made eye contact with you. Horrified by the sudden appearance of someone else, he lost his balance and slammed down on the floor, hitting his chin in the process.

You bit down on your lower lip, trying not to laugh, while he cursed yet again and pushed himself up to rub his chin.

“When did you get in here?” He asked accusingly, glaring through the mirror at your trembling form.

You took a deep breath but snorted nonetheless when you opened your mouth to answer him. As soon as the snort escaped your lips you couldn’t help it anymore. You doubled over laughing, the force bringing you down to your knees. 

It took you several minutes before you calmed down again, crawling over to him and flopping down on his lap. “Good to see you too, Yugyeom”, you grinned and pinched his cheek.

The pout that had formed on his lips the minute you started laughing became even more prominent. “Nobody was supposed to see this”, he mumbled and avoided looking at you. “It’s not my fault I got dared to dance this challenge.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “A challenge?” Whenever you came across a new challenge you loved to learn it - preferably the whole dance - but one special dance move would do the trick as well. “I didn’t know there was a challenge to this song!”

“You know that song?” Yugyeom asked sceptically, finally looking at you. 

You nodded shortly, telling him you heard it in one of your Latin dances classes and basically fell in love with it. And since you fell in love with the song you immediately decided to learn the true choreography for it. “I could help you”, you offered with a soft smile, knowing Yugyeom didn’t like to ask for help as the dance prodigy he was.

His lips formed a thin line while he contemplated your offer. He knew he needed help to get the dance down without it looking like trash. After all, he had a reputation to uphold. Sadly, this exact reputation was the reason he didn’t immediately agree.

You were about to give him another offer, when he finally spoke up. “I think I’d like to see you dancing to this song. I’m sure it would help me, seeing someone doing the dance up close.” Yugyeom looked once again away from your face, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

A smirk played over your lips, seeing his flustered form. “Sure”, you whispered and got up. You placed your water bottle next to Yugyeom’s stuff and walked over to his mobile phone, starting the song once more. 

With the first tunes of Envolver playing, you pulled the zipper of your jacket down and threw it aside. All while walking towards Yugyeom with a seductive gaze. You swayed your hips with each step, drawing his attention to your lower body.

Yugyeom couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you danced to the song, moving your body sensually in front of him. It took everything within him to keep his composure when you used him as a dance partner. He bit on his lower lip, feeling how your ass rubbed over his crotch right before you dropped down to the floor, doing the dance move he couldn’t do. His eyes were trained on your ass, swallowing harshly as his thoughts drifted to something more sexual.

As the song came to an end you stood pressed against Yugyeom’s body, placing a kiss on his cheek before smiling mischievously. “So? You think you can do the challenge now?”

Yugyeom swallowed again, trying to wet his suddenly dry mouth. “I, uh.” His gaze dropped back down to your lower body, his mind playing you dancing in front of him over and over again. Even though you weren’t moving at all right now, Yugyeom just had to stare. “I’d like to see it again.”

You laughed lightly and shook your head, pushing your hands on your hips. “You, sweetheart, will learn that dance now. After all, we can’t have it that our prodigy shys away from a dance challenge.” You didn’t even wait for him to answer before you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the middle of the practice room. “We start easy. Step by step.”

Yugyeom simply nodded, his mind still not fully able to process what was happening. Still, he watched you intently through the mirror as you now stood beside him. He watched how you circled your hips and pointed at them to showcase that you were doing proper circles. Automatically Yugyeom followed that instruction and moved his hips as well.

You smiled brightly and stepped behind him, placing your hands on his hips. “A little more smoothly”, you told him, guiding his movements in the same rhythm with your own, “and only the hips. Not the whole body.”

Once you were satisfied with his hip movement you stepped back to his side, telling him you wanted him to gallop on the spot while circling his hips to bring a little more pep into the movement. 

“Good! Very good! Last step is basically to do push ups while doing that movement. Just horizontal now.”

Yugyeom stared at you with wide eyes, surprised by the large jump between step two and three. 

“I’ll show you”, you giggled. Now you stepped in front of him, explaining every little detail while performing the dance move. Afterwards you ordered Yugyeom to show you his version, snickering when he returned to be as stiff as the first time you saw it.

You slapped his ass. “Don’t be so stiff! Stay smooth with your hips! Also keep your ass up!” You giggled again. “The ass has to be the highest point. Do it again!”

Yugyeom obliged and started from the beginning, bending forwards until he dropped to the floor and circled his hips the way you taught him.

You watched him, feeling your insides churn in need from his sensual movements. “I need to thank the person, who dared you to do this challenge”, you told Yugyeom when he finished the move and looked up to you with expectant eyes. “Even though you have no ass or whatsoever, this just now, looked fucking hot. You should do that move in dress pants, faking an ass.”

“Hey”, Yugyeom protested, even though he couldn’t keep the grin from his face upon hearing you thought he was hot. His boy-ish grin quickly changed into a smirk when he got an idea, eyeing your body once again. “I’ll do the dance in a suit when you do it in your dessous tonight for me.”

You crouched down in front of him, licking over your lips while you looked him over. “Only if you dance it with me”, you whispered and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.

Yugyeom pulled you closer against his body until you straddled his lap, wrapping his arms around your form. His hands roamed over your body, one even gliding into your pants and kneading the flesh of your ass. “I’ll do a lot of things with you tonight after seeing you dance like this.”