NoBratLikeMe

“I came here to check on you.” He shrugs, looking back away from you. His eyes on the ground, “The last time we met, you felt… off.”

You scoff, “Off… Really?”

“Yes. off.” He snaps, “Don’t pretend like you’re unphased. I think we know each other a little better than that, now.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“Mm. Right.” He chuckles, “I don’t know about your family history… Your favorite dinner order and desert… or the fact that you’re after me now, only to prove something to your boss. Your boss who’s a piece of—“

“Enough.” She cuts him off, her heart starting to race. Her skin started to burn, “Why are you here?”

“I told you.” He sighs, “You know… this little game we’ve played has been fun, but the last time felt different… like your heart is not in it.” He pouts, mocking, looking right into your eyes. “What happened to my little firecracker?”

Your heart trembles at his words, and you flinch without being able to stop your body. “I’m giving you ten seconds.” You say in an even toned voice, amazed at yourself how you made that happen. He rolls his eyes, gets more comfortable in the chair, his jaw clenching as you walk forward. “I’m fucking serious.” He doesn’t seem to care, no matter how close you get with the barrel of the gun. He smirks, waiting for you to make your next move.

“I’m unarmed. That’s not like you…”

“Ten…”

“Hmmm, how long do you want to play this game?”

“Nine...”

“Cute.”

“Eight…” He gasps, his hand coming up over his open mouth,a mocking expression of surprise on his face as you stand between his knees, the metal barrel of the gun ghosting over his forehead. “Seven.” You keep your composure, pretending not to smell his cologne, or feel the warmth of his body. “Six-“ You try to ignore the way your body aches for him, how badly you want to climb onto his lap and… “Five-“

Before you can continue he snatches the gun from you, quickly tossing it across the room away from both of you. “Hey!” You yell, but his hand pulls you down on top of him, your knees on either side of his waist as you open your mouth to yell at him, a big hand wrapping around your throat before you can react and pulling you just inches away from his face. His hold around your throat isn’t choking you, just holding you. Keeping you right where he wants you. Your breathing hitches as he tilts his head.

“I’m done playing this game, are you?” He purrs.

“Fuck… you.” You grit, your teeth clenched as you glare at him. He smirks at that.

“If you want to move onto that game we can.” He breathes, another annoying smirk spreads across his face and it makes your pulse jump beneath his grip. Your thighs try to clench but find him in the way. And Yunho feels it, it brings a delighted bigger smile on his face. “You’re much smarter than this, aren’t you?” He whispers, “To get yourself caught like this by your enemy.” You try to push away but his grip on your throat tightens. You bring up a fist to punch him, but he grabs your wrist before you can, and when you immediately try for the other he grabs that one too. His hold on your throat vanishes, leaving nothing but warmth behind as he smirks up at you. Both of your wrists are now in his palms as you stay above him. “You’re smarter than this…” He hums, “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

You can’t control the fact that your body is reacting to him so easily, your chest rising and falling fast, your throat going dry, your bottom lip trembling. Yunho feels and sees it all. You want to fight back, knee him right where it would hurt him the most, but you’re tired. Tired of fighting and tired of pretending.You open your mouth, though it’s too late to be witty, and it doesn’t matter anyway. Yunho uses your wrists to pull your face into his, his lips catching yours in a heated kiss. One that you should’ve pulled away from, but you don’t. You lean into it, your eyes fluttering shut and sounds escaping your throat. Yunho swallows them. Your pent up anger and frustrations start to boil over. He’s the one who breaks the kiss, a satisfied expression on his face as you open your eyes to him. “Fuck you.” You breathe.

“Mm.” He hums, “So, you do want to play that game.”

“No.” You snap attempting to slide off his lap, he lets you, even frees your hands. He stands up along with you. “You’re vile.” You seethe, your breathing unsteady as you back away from him. He steps toward you. “You’re horrible.” You add and you step back again, while he steps forward, “And… I hate you!” With that, he lunged forward, a short distance from the wall behind you. His height overwhelmed you, his hands on either side of your head as one of his knees pressed between your thighs. “Get away from me!” You snap.

“You just let me taste you for the first time and now you want me to stop?” He pouts, "Something tells me you’re lying.”

“I’m… I’m not.” His knee presses higher against your heat and your breathing hitches as he raises his eyebrows.

“Okay, tell me to stop and I’ll go.” He whispers, a hand coming down to your cheek, his knuckles grazing your skin, now warm from the chain of events taking place. You open your mouth to speak but Yunho’s lips are back on yours, slow, deep, careful. Another sound being drawn out and swallowed by him, his knee now pressing against you, more firm. Your hands are free to fight him, but you don’t even attempt to even push him away. He pulls away with your lip between his teeth, his own chest rising and falling heavily. “Tell me to stop.” He waits for a few seconds then he starts to peel himself from you peace by piece. His hands falling to his sides, his knee dropping from its place between your thighs, he goes to step back. Your hesitation makes him aware you might not actually want him like he’d assumed.

“No.” You breathe out quickly, “I don’t want you to stop.” Your hand reaches out for him, finding the fabric of his shirt, pulling him back in closer, his body caging you against the wall as he kisses you again. All tongue, teeth clattering, his own sounds leaving him at your eagerness. His hands move from your head, to your waist, down to your hips, over the curve of your ass pulling you against him. The heat of his body, his lips, the way he feels bigger than you is intoxicating. Your head is already spinning when he pulls you back with him until he’s sitting on the hotel bed, pulling you onto him. Your thighs around his waist as he keeps pressing you against him and kissing you like he’d been waiting a lifetime to do so.

Because to him, it felt like he had.

From here you’re above him just slightly. Your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you use your tongue to dip into his mouth. Your body warms at the sounds he makes for you, and then you feel him. Big and hard beneath his pants, your body involuntarily grinds against him. Even fully clothed, both of you can feel how bad you both want it. He groans as you roll your hips against him, just to feel some pressure, your mouth falling open against his lips as you whimper. “Fuck.” You breath moving your hips, his hands on your waist helping you move against him as his lips press into your chin, down to your throat, his mouth moving against your sensitive skin there. He sinks his teeth in and you shudder and a small moan sneaks past your lips as his tongue presses against the spot. He continues and you can feel the marks he’s starting to leave, your fingers curling into his thick hair. Your head falling back as he littered love bites and marks all over your neck and chest.

Before you can blink he tosses you over onto the bed, your brain catching up later than your body as he climbs onto you, “You don’t understand how bad I’ve wanted you.” He rasps, “How long I've waited for this.” His fingers are already reaching to bring your pants off you, his head dipping down to the small amount of fabric covering your soaking center. He groans like he’d just been served a five star steak dinner. His eyes rolling back without even seeing you fully, without tasting you. He presses his lips into the fabric of your underwear, and you flinch away at the sudden sensation, his hands wrap around your thighs and pull you toward him. He kisses the fabric again, open mouthed and lapping at it with his tongue. You whimper at the warm feeling, needing more immediately.

“I- I hate you.” Your voice comes out weak and whiny and he chuckles. You quickly move to tear off your shirt, despite your words.

“Even if that was true, your pussy doesn’t.” His cocky smirk makes your walls clench around nothing as he finally starts to peel your underwear off. When he tosses them to the side he groans again at the sight of you. Wet, waiting for him, your eyes on him as he dips back down. His lips press into your thighs first, followed by small love bites, and tongue. He makes sure to torture you a little on each side before he’s back at your center, eyes stuck on yours as he uses his tongue to dip between your folds and take his first real taste. You already arch, already force yourself to bite back a whimper, as he moans against your center. The vibration from his deep voice already makes you tremble with anticipation, his fingers digging into your thighs and pulling you even further against his mouth. “You taste so fucking good, I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of you.” He hums and before you can respond he pushes his tongue into you. Lapping into you, burying his face, and meticulously using his tongue to draw more sounds out of you.

“Yunho!” You moan, as he pulls up slowly and begins to suck your clit into his mouth.

“Mm?” He asks, his tongue rolling against that sensitive spot. His eyes stay on you as he descended back down where he could use his tongue to fuck into you in a steady repeating motion, your hips bucking against him, your body starting to crave more of him. He pushes deeper his nose nudging your clit as he uses his full head to move against you, the sounds starting to come from you more breathy and needy. One of your hands reaches down for his hair and curls in, grasping tightly on the strands. He moans again, his tongue swiping up and over your clit again as he watches you writhe beneath him, your stomach clenching along with your walls, your teeth, your fingers in his hair, your toes curling as you press yourself up to him. Your body begging for more as he growls and brings one of his hands to your pussy. He uses one finger to coax you open, but the second isn’t far behind and he sinks them into you without missing a beat of his tongue rolling against your clit. “C’mon, I wanna hear you moaning my name again.” He purrs his tongue darting back out to lap against your clit, his fingers curling as you arch off the bed. Your eyes flutter shut as your head falls back against the mattress.

“Yunho!” You moan, “I… Fuck… I.” Your words leave you as he hits that spot deep inside of you, like a trigger his fingers use it to dismantle you, your body shaking as you choke out a feral moan. Your whole body is on fire, your orgasm is creeping up faster when he goes back to sucking on your clit, his fingers easily pumping in and out of you, your slick arousal turning creamy on his fingers as he curls them inside of you and makes you start to see stars. Your thighs try to close, involuntarily but he doesn’t falter, he doesn’t budge, still working to pull an orgasm from you. You’re right there on the edge when he adds another finger, your body shuddering at the intrusion, stretching you out though you clench around his digits like you don’t want him to go anywhere. Your eyes roll back as you come to a shuddering breathy stop, his mouth and fingers working together to rip an orgasm from you. “Yunho!” You moan so loud you’re sure the front desk can hear you. Your body shaking and shuddering as you clench everywhere again. Your jaw goes slack as it fully washes over you in a warm wave of heat and electricity. Everything about it being wrong but feeling right. Your body pulses as he continues using his fingers to fuck into you, your thighs closing around his hand as he moves up to kiss you again.

You can taste yourself on his tongue when he slides his tongue against yours, his fingers pulling from you and causing you to gasp at the feeling of being empty. You still had tremors coursing through you when his fingers press against your bottom lip, you breath heavily, your half lidded eyes looking up at him. “If I would’ve known you tasted that good, I wouldn’t have waited so long.” He hums, pressing his fingers into your mouth, your tongue moving to lick your arousal off him. “That was beautiful.” He smirked, “I really enjoyed that.”

Your head is dizzy but you suck his fingers back into your mouth further, his eyes going wide as he watches you suck on his fingers. You moan around him, your eyes on his as you gag around them and swallow them into your throat. He pulls them from you in a swift motion, “Then you’re really going to enjoy this…” You say, and before he can think you push your way on top of him. His bottom lip twitches as the control switches from him to you, and though you’re still shaky you work to get his top off him.

Every layer adds to your urgency, you want to see him, see all of him. He helps you, and when you finally get to his skin you feel like a vampire. You want to sink your teeth in. You wonder how many of the scars on his body are from fights with you, your lips dipping down to press into his throat over his Adam's apple and down to his shoulders. He bites his bottom lip as you start to mark him, he doesn’t stop you and it’s only fair.

His skin is soft and warm and a little flushed as you move down his chest and to his waist where you hadn’t gotten to take off that layer just yet. Your eyes on his as he watches you sweep your tongue against the skin beneath his belly button. His skin doesn’t hide the fact that he got goosebumps and your fingers curl into the waistband of his pants and boxer briefs beneath. You slowly unwrap him like a gift, and your eyes widen at the gift he has beneath it all. You could feel it when grinding against him but seeing him flushed and leaking made your mouth water. He’s got weight to it, and your pussy clenches again at the thought of him driving it deep into you. “What’s wrong? Too much for you?” He challenges.

“I think you know I’m up for a challenge.” You retort, a cocky grin on your own face as you dip down to swipe your tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft. He was veiny on his hands and arms, so this didn’t surprise you and you listen to his breathing hitch audibly as your tongue flicks over the tip of his erection. “You’re so big.” You feign innocence as your tongue swirls around the tip of him, his jaw dropping open a gasp escaping him as he watches you. “I don’t know how I’m going to—“ His hand quickly and firmly grasping into your hair stops you in your tracks, your lips curling into a smirk as he pushes your head down onto him.

“You can handle it.” He groans at the way you open up for him, and take him back into your mouth. You’re only about halfway when he lets you take back control and you hollow your cheeks and pull back, sucking his tip like candy before taking him back further. He moans, a breathy involuntary moan. It’s open mouthed and raw as he pushes you further. You gag around him but let him keep you there. “That smart mouth is good for something after all…” He growls, through grit teeth bobbing you in him as you muffle a moan around his length. Your eyes flashing up to him, his body twitching at the eye contact. “Fuck…” He groans. You take back the tiniest bit of control by bobbing, letting the tip of his cock feel the back of your throat as you swallow around him. His head falling back, his jaw clenching visibly as you let muffled wet sounds escape you. Drool and spit spill out around your lips and down his shaft as your hand comes up to cup his balls and that makes him shudder and whimper.

His hand bobs your head on him more as his composure starts to slip. Both of you need the stress relief, and he’s not shying away from using your mouth like a toy. And you like it, you hate how much you do. Your pussy clenching more, aching, and soaking more for him. Needing to feel what’s deep in your throat deep inside of your pussy. Your head gets a little hazy as your jaw starts to feel strained and he pulls you off him, like he knows. You breathe clearer for a few seconds, your chest heaving, spit dripping down your chin as you catch your breath and then, he’s pushing you back down. You take him back even easier now, your jaw getting used to the stretch now. Your tongue moving against his shaft as you slurp and suck on him, pulling more moans from him as you let him use your mouth. He starts to thrust up into you as you gurgle and gag around him and you know he’s close. He’s getting greedy, your throat constricting around him as he keeps you down on him. You hold there for him, your eyes watering as you try to make a sound that only comes out muffled around him.

You feel him twitch on your tongue and pull up half way knowing he’s about to cum. He clenches and tries to hold back the strangled moan that escapes without his permission. His mouth falling open as his eyes rolled back, his hold on your hair tight as you continued sucking the tip of him until he’s trembling, pulling you off him. You smirk a shit-eating grin, something of pride and victory all wrapped into one. He shakes his head but pulls you into another kiss, his chest still rapidly moving as he kisses you deeply, moving to get you back under him. “You’re dangerous.” He hums, “And it's addictive.”

“I hate you.” You breathe as you feel him hard against your thigh, “You better get your fill tonight. You’ll never get it again.” Your words taunt him, and he lets out a short laugh, his hand reaching down to grab his length and run it against your pussy.

“I already told you…” He hums, his lips pressing against yours briefly, his nose nudging yours and causing you to open your mouth, “You can hate me all you want. She loves me.” He taps the head of his cock against your wet folds and you bite your bottom lip to hold back the whimper that threatens to come out. “We’ll see if you feel the same after I fuck you into this mattress.” You go to retort but you’re cut off, when he presses the tip of himself into you. A gasp leaving you, your hands flying up to his shoulders, nails already digging into his skin. “What’s wrong? baby?” He scoffs, “You were going to say something…”

“You—“ He rolls his hips into you, in a quick and deliberate motion, pulling the words from your brain, a loud breathy whimper coming out in their place. You already feel dizzy, the weight of him, pressing deep inside of you, your walls already fluttering around him. The pressure against your cervix and your body already submitting to him. He’s got no mercy, he growls and pulls back before thrusting deep again, somehow he feels deeper than before. You can taste the tip of his cock on your tongue, as you struggle to ground yourself, your nails digging into his skin harder than before. If it bothers him, you don’t know, because he just starts pounding into

you. He’s not moving fast, but he’s steady, every single thrust is targeting that spot deep inside of you, stealing your thoughts and words and replacing them with nothing but his name and his cock.

“Is this what heaven feels like?” He groans, “The way you’re wrapped around me feels like salvation.” He presses harder with each thrust, your body jolting your head falling back into the mattress, your hands trying to ground you. You can feel every inch, every time he thrusts. Your walls are squeezing him, your pussy wet and dripping around him. “That’s it. You take it. Take it like I knew you could.”

“Fuck!” You cry, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms involuntarily wrapping around his shoulders pulling him down into you. His lips sloppily kissing yours as you whine and whimper with every snap of his hips. “Yunho!” You cry, your hands curling into the hair at the nape of his neck and causing him to groan into your mouth. You’re embarrassingly close, every stroke grinds against your clit and when he brings his hand around your throat you moan louder.

“Not yet…” He breathes, “Let’s work together for once.” He teases rolling his hips slower, but with the same power behind them. Each thrust pulls a different, more needy sound, his grip around your throat tightening as he hisses and whines. “You feel so fucking good.” He grunts, “No one can own you like I can.”

You want to snap back at him, but you can’t even remember your own name. Not with the way he suddenly picks up the pace, his hand around your throat mostly there to hold you in place as he pounded into you. “God!” You cry, “I can’t… I… I can’t!” You moan and he chuckles his own moaning starting to grow just as loud as yours.

“Cum.” He groans, “Cum with me.” You don’t have to be told twice as you finally let yourself over the edge, your moan turning into more of a shriek, his hand coming up to push over your lips. “Someone’s gonna think I’m killing you in here!” He growls, but he doesn’t stop thrusting. You continue to unravel beneath him, feeling and hearing yourself gushing around his cock still pumping in and out of you. You shake and writhe beneath him and then you feel him, starting to cum. His hips sputtering in an unsteady pace, m burying his cock inside of you roughly. Your body arches against him. Your moan muffled beneath his palm and he presses his forehead against yours. His teeth gritted as his hips slowly pump every last drop into you. He still lets small, whiny sounds leave his lips as he slows his hips and takes his hand away from your mouth. You gasp and unhook your legs from around his waist, your legs still shaking as both of you come back down to earth together.

He pulls out but before you can fully come back to reality he’s flipping you over, “Yun!”

“I’m not done with you yet.” He growls, and you gasp when you feel his tip already nudging your entrance. You look back at him, his eyes nearly black, his gaze on fire as he pulls your hips up, his hair is a mess, his lips are swollen and red but he looks unhinged and feral. “I had a taste and now I’m never letting you go.” He growls again, and you brace for him to push back into you. “Tell me you hate me, again.”

You whimper, your mouth opening to give him what he asks for but before you can speak he thrusts back into you fully. Again he’s so deep you can feel him on your tongue, and your body shakes from the pressure. Your pussy is so sensitive you know you’re not lasting long, and he grips your hips tightly as he admires the spot when the two of you connect, pulling you off him slowly, watching as your pussy grip onto him. Your hands claw at the sheets beneath you, your head falling into the bed. He groans when he pulls you back onto him fully feeling the way you pulse and flutter around him. “I’ve wanted you for so long…” He groans, “Every time we fought I thought about how pretty you’d look taking me like this.” He starts to move you slowly, “Hearing you moan my name in my dreams…” He groans when you clench around him purposely, showing him how bad you wanted him without words. You moan into the mattress as he thrusts roughly into you again. “I never thought my dreams would actually come true.”

He doesn’t stop thrusting even when you start to shake, tears stream down your cheeks as the overstimulation overwhelms you completely. Your body feels like it’s on fire and yet it feels so good you don’t want it to stop. You needed this, to be fucked so good your brain reset. To be fucked so good every bad feeling would leave your body. You were stressed and overworked and tired and now he had you. Even as you started babbling your body started going limp he held you and fucked you into the mattress just like he promised he would. Yunho. Your enemy. The villain in your story. This time he doesn’t ask you to wait, he lets your body do what it wants, so when you start to shake and cry he lets you cum so hard your vision goes white. You don’t even realize you’re moaning his name like some mantra, mixed in with curses and more babbling. And when he comes again he nearly collapses on top of you. His head burying into the crook of your neck as he whimpered and cried like it’s his first time ever.

Both of you breath heavily and when he pulls out you whimper. He doesn’t go far, he turns you back toward him. A hand on your cheek, a thumb brushing over your warm skin. He just looks at you, like he’s enamored. Like you’re the only person in the world, and you warm into his touch like he’s not the bad guy. Like he’s not your enemy. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong now?”

Reality sets in faster than she wants and she pulls away from him. He sits up quickly, and you groan, running a hand down your face and starting to feel something bad in your gut. Not guilty, but shame of not feeling guilty. “So what, you can use it against me?” You ask looking at him, “I bet you’ll be so fucking happy to tell your friends about this.”

“What?” He looks at you like you have three heads, “No- I-“

“Just go.” You snap. He doesn’t move. He just looks at you. You’ve looked at this man enough times to know how to read him, but this was different. He seemed to soften, and it made your stomach flutter. “Go.”

“Just tell me why you’re not acting like yourself.” He says gently.

“They demoted me.” You snap. “All because I’ve been fixated with getting you and you’re always two steps ahead.”

He looks down, and you expect him to laugh. To mock you, to rub it in. But he doesn’t. He swallows and looks back up at you. “I’m right here.”

You laugh, not because it’s funny, because you didn’t even want to catch him anymore. You sigh, “Just go. I won’t be after you anymore anyway.” You breathe.

“Fuck them. I told you they were more corrupt than I was. Go after them.”

“Please, I’m already getting the shit jobs from here on out. I don't need a target on my back.”

“There won’t be a target on your back.” He says, standing up starting to reach for his things. “But now there will be one of theirs.” He’s serious. He looks pissed. You watch him start to get dressed but before he does you stop him.

“Wait.” You say softly, vulnerable. “Stay tonight?” You think he’ll laugh at you then, taunt you more, but he doesn’t. He softens further and then, he smiles. It’s not the one you’re used to, it’s not full of arrogance or something dark. It’s warm. It’s light. It’s sweet.

“Sleeping with the enemy now?” He raises his eyebrows crawling back into bed beside you. This time you giggle because it’s funny.