#2pm x reader

Yes, well yes, there were fantasies in the beginning, well he is an attractive man, and  in her own defense this was before she knew him.

Stress relief she calls it  otherwise known as mastrubation. Reminiscing about those thoughts, they were creative and imaginative, and fulfilling. That had to stop! That Tuesday? No Monday? No, it was a Tuesday! When he caught her staring at him, her thoughts were x-rated, the quizzical and detached look he returned, hit like a wave. Can he read minds?

No of course not! With his self absorption she figured he would soon lose whatever interest he had in her at the moment. 

"Is something wrong?" Junho asked at her desk, "what? Hmm no!" "You were staring! Thought I spilt something on myself I could  not see!" "No you are fine"

Grinning "thank you".

Ego much! Damn man!

So after that encounter no more fantasies about the boss!.

♤

Emotional involvements! Who needs them! They always lead to disaster. Thinking about past encounters they were either too clingy or had a roving eye she muses. Deciding to take herself out of the game, it's a lonely existence. Adult websites? Maybe?

Adultfriendfinder, was a blessing, suited the needs and requirements of the moment.  Yes the site is filled with creeps and perverts, but hell that goes with the territory. Recalling the night she first had communique from 'Iwillmakeuscream'. Disappointment first reaction another chauvinistic perv!  His message was not what she expected, it was interesting, she was intrigued, so she replied. 

That was the beginning of a mutually satisfying friendship, well of sorts.

They both wanted the same thing, fun! Without the chains of a partners strangulation hold. 

Privacy was paramount, they agreed to keep their identities hidden, adding to the excitement.

Never knowing who you are sharing all these delicious moments with that in itself is an aphrodisiac. Eventually they moved passed the site to the app.

He is kinky enough to be adventurous without being creepy. His words seductive, and let's face it with cyber sex or some call it internet sex communication is and imagination are the upmost important factors. This guy..

Well he has them in spades. 

Many, many, many nights nestled in bed with thoughts of him.

Photos, well dick photos are not amongst my prized possessions she giggles, but I do have an extensive collection of 'Iwillmakeuscream' body parts, and what nice body parts they are! Taking the photos and sharing, a turn on. Intimacy without intimacy. His scenarios and suggestions exotic and kinky and fun, most of all stress relieving.

■

Great! The boss is on one today!

"Do you think this is what I asked?" "Go back to your desk and redo it" blah blah blah.

That man is either hot or cold. 

He has been surprisingly pleasant lately, "now we have to work late" he states.

Great! There goes tonight's stress relief. "Will this day ever end".

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Days and nights roll by, Junho ever the demanding boss requiring perfection or very close to it. The illusion of once believing I was the chosen one, faded now the others who interviewed and did not place, now they are the lucky ones.

Looking at him, remembering the fantasies, what the hell was I thinking?

Cold, aloof, ice in his veins, the man is an ice cube.

"Yes I'm paying attention" , replying sweetly.

"Good I'm not going to repeat myself!".

Grouch, he would make an excellent Grinch laughing to herself at her own thoughts.

"Repeat what I just said"

Looking at him whilst repeating him word for word.

The only reward that is given is cool stern stare.

On the other hand nights spent tapping away on the keyboard chatting with 'Iwillmakeuscream' rewarding, relaxing, inhibitions be damned. The unknown is intoxicating.

Tonight though he hinted we should meetup.

Meetup! What happened to privacy? Keeping it simple? Free of emotional pitfalls?

Meeting up in a hotel, no doubt it would be orgasmatic.

Blindfolds his kink. Not sure about us both stumbling around a hotel room blindfolded.

Can't deny the intrigue is consuming finally seeing the face of so much stress relief is fascinating to say the least.

●

Standing outside the Hilton hotel, building the gumption to walk through the revolving doors.

How did I get here? What am I doing here?

Cravings of the body weaken the will.

I mean it's not like we are in a relationship just two adults looking for adult fun, no strings attached. 

It will be awkward at first seeing someone who knows so much about you, someone who has seen parts of you that normally are hidden from view, someone who has never seen your face nor heard your voice or even knows your name.

A thrilling sexual game.

Time to meet my stress relief cohort face to face.

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Room 242, this is it. Final check, straighten clothes, apply lipstick, run fingers through hair and then one final flick of the mane.

Knock knock knock.

The door opens the man smiling, slowly his smile fades away as recognition hits.

"You!" 

Standing in the doorway, Lee Junho, also known as the boss.

"You, OMG".

Thirteen years. Thirteen years to this very day, since you met the man you eventually married three years later. Thirteen years since you met and fell head over heels with your now husband, Lee Junho.

You had spent the day packing, organising the last pieces that needed to be, for your trip away to celebrate this milestone. Junho, of course, had not. As usual, he was holed up in his home-studio, working on new music, wanting to get, in his words, just one song done, before your joint week abroad.

You weren’t mad…

Okay, maybe you were a little mad.

Or a lot.

Yeah, okay… you were very mad.

Junho had woken up before you, and he had locked the office door shut, not coming out for the entire day. At this point, you had all but decided that he had completely forgotten about your anniversary, or that he had remembered, and simply didn’t care.

It is hard to rationalise with yourself, you know that you are not flying out until tomorrow, but you had hoped that Junho would have wanted to spend the day with you still. You have the suitcases lined up by the front door, ready to wheel out to the taxi when it arrives tomorrow morning. The house is clean, a house-sitter has been organised to come stay tomorrow and look after the cats, and you are ready to relax now.

———

“Yeobo,” You sigh, resting your head against the studio door as you knock gently, “Are you almost done?”

It has come and passed dinner time, you had managed to find some leftover noodles in the refrigerator for yourself to eat, though Junho still had not left the studio. You can hear him, although the room is soundproof, the muffled noise escaping through the gap between the floor and the door.

You hear nothing in response, though a moment later you jump back as the door that you were leaning on opens. Your husband stands in front of you, looking both frustrated and dishevelled, his shirt unbuttoned halfway, his hair a little messy, and your head spins as you try to remember what you were waiting for.

“Baby,” He sighs, “I’m so busy.”

Try as you might, you can’t help the pitiful whine that leaves your lips, tilting your head back to try and compose yourself. You know that he hates your whinging, but you truly have not got the energy to hold it in anymore.

“You’ve been in there all day,” You mumble, “Is it really that important?”

Junho grits his teeth, and you question whether your tone was a little brattier than you had meant it to be. He takes a second to reply to you, raising his brow as he looks at you with narrowed eyes.

“You know not to interrupt me,” He murmurs, “And you know that my work is important.”

Your heart drops, the tone of his voice is dark, frustrated, you have only heard it like this a handful of times before. You try your hardest, always, to be on your best behaviour, only acting out when you are extra needy, and clearly that is exactly where you are at right now.

“I’m sorry, oppa,” You reply in your sweetest aegyo, knowing full well how much Junho hates when you try to get out of trouble by being cute, “But aren’t I important too?”

Junho steps forward, and you instinctively step back, trying to get away. Your back hits the wall behind you, and you watch fearfully as your husband takes another step towards you. You realise quickly, that you should not have pushed it, that you should have taken him seriously, and as his gaze darkens, he makes you feel so small in front of him.

“Of course you are,” He replies, “But I promised Chan I’d have this song done today.”

You are silent now, as you stare up at him in front of you, too nervous to say another word. You know him well enough though, to know that you have to reply, so you muster up all of your courage to speak.

“I’m sorry,” You apologise again, “You can go back and finish if you need, I don’t mind.”

It is a lie. You do mind, you don’t want to spend the rest of the evening waiting for him to leave the office, only to come to bed and fall asleep straight away, like you know that he would.

“I won’t be doing that,” He shakes his head, “You’ve distracted me, baby, I can’t work anymore.”

Guilt washes over you, and you worry about the outcome of this. Junho is a perfectionist, more than any man you know, and a delay in his work is never a good thing for him. You are in trouble, and there is no way you are getting out of this now.

“What do you need me to do?” You stutter, flinching as he lifts his arm up, placing his hand flat against the wall next to your head, “I’ll do anything, yeobo, you know I will.”

He smirks at you, and you know that you are done for. Though you are not shy to admit to yourself that you wanted him like this, you love it when he gets mad at you, when he is pent up, frustrated, and you are his source of release.

“Oh, I know,” He smiles at you, “You’ll be good to me tonight, you always are.”

Straight to the point as usual, you are more than ready for what Junho has in store for you. He never disappoints, especially if you have infuriated him beforehand. You try to maintain eye contact, but you look down momentarily, to see his hand on his belt buckle, and you gulp as you lift your gaze again, to see that his eyes are darker than they were before.

His movements are quick, too fast for your brain to comprehend as with one hand he grabs your wrists and holds them together, and the other unhooks and rips out his belt from the loops. You can’t say no, or protest, you only watch on as he easily wraps the leather around your wrists, pulling it back through the buckle to tie it together.

“Yeobo,” You whimper, “Please…”

Junho laughs, shaking his head at you, before tugging you closer to him, and away from the wall. You have to be quick on your feet to keep up with his much larger strides, and you have no choice but to obey him, as he leads you up the stairs towards your bedroom.

“It’s too late for that, sweetheart,” He murmurs, opening the bedroom door, “You don’t get to try and pretend that you don’t want this.”

You stifle a scream as he pushes you backwards onto the mattress. With your hands tied in front of you, you are unable to support your fall, landing flat on your back, you are reminded again that you are at his complete mercy. Though he is right of course, you want this, you love being his target, having his full attention, no matter what that means for you.

Transfixed, you watch as he effortlessly unbuttons his shirt, allowing the material to fall off his shoulders, and down his arms to the floor. You admire his body, desperately trying to use your core strength to sit yourself up, reaching out to touch him. Junho laughs at you again, though he takes your wrists, unbuckling the belt to free you.

You try to pull him closer, but with a stern look from your husband, you stop yourself, and remain still as he pulls your sweater up over your head, leaving your top half exposed. Of course, you should have known that he would not free you for long, as he guides you further up the bed, only to pin your wrists together against the metal bedhead, looping the belt through once more to secure you.

Junho leans down to kiss you softly, chuckling as you whine, tugging on your restraints as you try to free yourself. The way that his bare skin feels on yours is electric, your head is spinning and he has not even really touched you yet.

“Are you gonna tell me what you want, baby?” He asks you, his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, but he moves back before you can react at all.

You don’t hide the confused look on your face, but the pieces come together for you in your head, and you realise that you had not made a request, you had not told Junho why you had interrupted him from his music.

The brat in you is insatiable, unable to stop yourself, you close your eyes, smiling as you shake your head. He is going to have to force the words out of you, as you would never willingly admit that all you wanted was his attention, not a chance.

Once again, you can only watch, as he trails his fingers down your neck, your chest, your stomach to the elastic waistband of the leggings you are wearing. You writhe under his touch as he kisses where his fingers have been, paying close attention to your breasts, massaging one while his mouth works the other, teasing your nipple between his teeth before swapping to give the other the same treatment.

You hate that you can’t touch him, desperately wrapping your legs around his, pulling him as close to you as he will allow. Your wrists hurt from pulling on the belt, but you don’t stop trying, earning whines and pleas for freedom as Junho further undresses you. You can see that he is hard, too, and he is not afraid to show it, the button of his slacks undone from the pressure, as he works to tug your leggings down and off you.

“Baby,” He murmurs, fingers gently pressed to your core, though your panties are in the way, “You need to tell me… I can’t help you unless you tell me.”

You want to resist some more, but his touch, his closeness, it is too much, it is always too much. You are not strong enough, you can’t help yourself anymore, you will give in, any second now, you are going to give in.

“Daddy, please,” You whine, watching his eyes light up as he stares at you, “I need you. I need you to fuck me, it hurts…”

Junho smiles at you, as his fingers hook into the elastic waistband of your panties, you allow him to tear them from you, only slightly ashamed as you see your arousal stringing from the fabric when he throws it away.

“Oh, sweet baby,” He coos, his tone so condescending, as he moves to pull his own pants down, “You need Daddy’s help, huh?”

You hate the way that his words make you even needier, it is pathetic, the way that you nod enthusiastically, your legs kicking impatiently as you wait for him to join you again. You admire the man that you married, his perfect body, defined abs, and that fucking v-line that leads directly to the… part that you want the most.

“Daddy’s so hard,” You observe, your words a little slurred as you stare at him, mentally preparing for what you know he will give you, “Please fuck me, I promise I’ll be good.”

Junho positions himself between your legs, as you willingly oblige him, spreading yourself further in hopes that he will not resist for long. Though he does not do as you hoped, leaning back as he wraps one hand around his cock, the other moving to touch you, dripping wet and throbbing already.

He enters you slowly, with only his middle finger, your back arching for more instantly. Your wrists ache from the way that you pull on them, watching your husband touch himself as he touches you is pure torture. One finger moves to two without warning, and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling.

“More, more, please,” You beg, “I need you. Daddy, come on… don’t tease me...”

You swear that you could cry, although he makes you feel good, you want more, you need the stretch that his cock gives you when he fills you up. Junho exaggerates his moans, guttural and deep as he strokes himself, as his thumb presses to your clit and his fingers curl inside you, it is bliss, but it is not enough.

Junho mimics you, closing his eyes and smiling sweetly as he shakes his head, his fingers work a little harder, faster, it leaves you breathless. Your words are caught in your throat, you want to beg, but all sense is gone, you are defeated, broken, and you know that it is nowhere near over.

You know that you are close, and you are sure that Junho feels it too, as he loosens his grip on his cock, to focus solely on you. He leans forward, close enough for you to feel his breath on your lips, but just too far for you to be able to reach him. You can’t help the tears that form in your eyes, as pleasure overwhelms you, and your orgasm rips through your body.

“Fuck!” You cry, as Junho continues at the same speed and rhythm, despite the overstimulation he is causing, “Enough, Daddy, I wanna touch you, please!”

Your desperation is met with his own, as he pulls his fingers out, and moves to thrust straight into you instead. You were not ready, although you are dripping wet, the stretch still stings as Junho gives you no reprieve. His moans are low and breathy, the intensity is so high, as he takes from you like you deserve.

You open your eyes again, as Junho presses his forehead to yours, and you cannot stop him as he wraps his pretty hand around your neck. The gentle press of his fingertips into the sides has you swimming, vision blurry as you only watch on.

It is in moments like this that you are reminded that in the bedroom you are nothing but a toy for him, to use and play with however he desires. It is always rough, sometimes more than others, but you like it best that way. You like feeling his fingernails as they dig into your skin. You love feeling your cervix bruise with every thrust harder into you. It drives you fucking crazy, being everything that he wants, as he fills every one of your desires too.

You lose track of time, cock-drunk as your husband fucks you, though you know that you are close, and you are certain that Junho can feel it too. The way that your body clenches has Junho moaning louder, leaning in to kiss you as he gains in on his peak. You can’t control yourself anymore, but your husband doesn’t deny you either, helping you over the edge with eager thrusts.

Your words are surely incomprehensible, barely able to make out his name as you moan into his mouth, arms aching as you still try desperately to free yourself. Though Junho finally does exactly that, releasing his grip around your throat to instead reach up and unhook the belt buckle, the leather falling down behind the bed as your arms collapse on the mattress.

You are exhausted, as Junho finally releases, your body aches, but the feeling of him inside you makes it all so worth it. His praises, the way that he stares down at you as his movements slow, make it all so worth it.

“I love you,” Junho murmurs, “Happy anniversary, baby.”

It takes a moment for your head to clear enough to process, and when it does, your jaw drops. The expression must have been obvious, as Junho bursts into laughter, earning yet another stare from you.

“You didn’t think I had forgotten, really?” He asks, “Ya! I would never forget the best day of my life… or our vacation planned.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, leaning up to kiss Junho sweetly, before he pulls away only to reach over your head to take your hands in his. Your wrists are red, raw, and painful, and you laugh as you think about what you can wear to cover them as they heal.

   “Get me a coffee,” he says, the rigid command leaving no room for debate as you close the door behind you, the delicate whoosh of air escaping while it can.

   “Well, I don’t have coffee but I brought some iced tea,” you say, holding out the white lunch bag protectively in front of you with a slight pout. “I can go get you some if you like?”

   “Hey baby. I didn’t know you were coming to visit, what a lovely surprise. No, tea is great, come sit here.” Dropping his pencil he gestures towards the icy blue chair to his left, pulling it closer to his own. His eyes linger on your legs as you sit down and unload his favourite dishes onto the edge of the table, avoiding his designs. “I’m glad you’re here. I could eat a horse.”

   “I don’t want to interrupt the genius at work, I just wanted to make sure you were eating.” You knew he wouldn’t be. He had been coming home late every day for the past few weeks due to this new client. They kept changing their mind every few days about the direction of the project. It was rare to wake up with him still in the bed in the mornings since he had taken them on, and although you would never get in the way of Taecyeon’s career you couldn’t help but feel a little lonely.

   “How late are you going to make everyone work?”

   “It’s only seven,” he says, looking down at the silver watch on his wrist before looking back up at you with a sly grin. “Don’t worry, I don’t let them stay as late as I do.”

   “I hope not. That would be torture. You should come home too.” Sliding off your chair you circle to the back of his chair, your fingers tracing his skin, massaging his shoulders and neck that are taut with tension. “Damn, Taec, you're so high strung.”

   “It’s fine.” He moans faintly as you dig into his tight muscles, your fingers kneading along his back before placing a few kisses at the nape of his neck. “I just need to finish this proposal and I’ll be back to normal.”

   “I miss you. The house is so empty without you.”

   “I want nothing more than to run home with you,” he says, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands resting on your thighs. “I promise we’ll do something fun after it’s done.”

   “Why don’t we do something fun now?” You wink as you push against him gently and sink to your knees. “There’s more than one way to relieve stress.”

   “Babe, anyone can see you under there,” he says, grabbing your shoulders to pull you back up.

   Batting his hands away, you say, “The blinds are down and the door is closed. No one’s going to see.”

   His protests are weak and so is he. Unzipping his pants, he is like putty in your hands, the sounds of his soft groans echoing like a carousel from under the desk as your tongue dances along the tender skin of his thick cock. His moans of pleasure are the soundtrack you keep your rhythm to, your tongue swirling around his dick in time to his soft pants as you hollow out your cheeks to take him in further. Just as you start to deepthroat him, your hands massaging his balls, you hear the distinctive click of the door opening.

   “Hey I-” The voice stops for a moment. Your movements are frozen as you realize your squatted position has your ass on display. The tight skirt was definitely not the best idea today.

   “What is it?” Taecyeon’s voice is deep and unwavering, as if his partner wasn’t under his desk right now giving him a blow job.

   “I. Uh, sorry I didn’t realize.”

   “If it’s not important then leave.”

   “I’m so sorry sir. Of course,” the man sputters before the door closes.

   “Did I tell you to stop?” His stoic voice, emotionless and husky, interrupts the silence. The raw need teeming from his lips has heat pooling in your pussy and across your face. Licking your slick lips you start again.

   This time he doesn’t make his cute sounds, instead the noise of the table legs scraping against the floor fills the room until he can see you, your eyes locking. You gulp as he takes control, his hand tangling in your hair as he guides you at his preferred pace until he cums inside your mouth. Holding you in place, your lips are tight against his skin as the liquid drips down your throat. Tears spring to your eyes as you gag on his cock until he finally relaxes, the last drops of his cum dripping down your lips as he pulls his dick out.

   He lets go of your hair as you cough, trying to catch your breath. He’s only been like this a few times before and although it’s not something you’re used to, you can’t say you hate it. In fact, you wish he would do it more. The ferocity of his eyes shining down on you from this angle. The way he sits there with his cock hanging out with no shame. And why would he feel that? He is perfect.

   “You make me crazy. I want to devour every inch of you. Do you know how hard it is to leave you every morning?” He pulls you up to sit you down on his knee while he nuzzles into your neck, his teeth nibbling at your collarbone and stroking your bare thigh, the skirt barely covering your lace panties.

   Just as the beating of your racing heart starts to settle to a reasonable rate, he stands up and pulls you along with him. His tongue dances along your lips before darting inside your mouth with fierce vigor, the urgency of the kiss sparking a desperate need for more. He pulls back, a sly smile on his lips before he spins you around, pushing the floor plans to the side before pinning you over the desk. 

   “But since you’re here, why don’t we enjoy ourselves a little more?”

"Um." He pauses, picking up his phone, clicking the home button to turn the screen on. "11:47pm." He responds, noticing a missed call from a number he didn't recognize. He unlocks his phone and clicks on the voicemail notification, before putting in his password. 

With the phone to his ear, all he can hear is the sound of breathing with the sound of pouring rain in the background, before a soft voice that he hadn't heard in the longest time whispered through the speaker. 

"Junho, it's me. It's Y/N." You say. His heart drops. His mouth is dry as a lump forms in his throat. "I need you. I need to see you. I miss you." You say before ending the call. 

Junho's hand is sweating, he can't control the  shaking as the automated voice on his phone speaks. 

Press One to save this message 

Press Two to delete this message. 

Junho looks at the dial pad, anger and confusion now flowing through his body. His thumb hovers over the number he's going to press, without a second to waste he presses it, listening to the automated voice again. 

This message has been erased. 

"Everything okay?" Joy asks, looking back up at Junho, her smile bright. It makes Junho feel at ease, his worries disappear when she looks at him. 

"Never better." He smiles. He puts his hand back on her, wrapping around her shoulders before placing a small kiss on her head. He sits there with this wonderful woman, a woman that's made him the happiest he's been in a while, so why does he feel as though he's made the wrong decision deleting that message? 

** 

A few days later Junho is waiting in line at his favorite coffee shop, the place he goes whenever he's early for work and has the time to get his morning energy boost before heading to his office. 

"Next customer." The woman behind the counter calls, prompting Junho to go forward and order. He places his order and pays, moving to the side to stand off to wait for his drink. Pulling out his phone he scrolls through his Facebook, hoping something interesting would pop up. 

As he's lost in the world of Facebook, he feels a tap on his shoulder. Putting his phone away, he spins around and he sees you. His eyes widen as he tries to process the fact that you are here, you are standing there in front of him and he feels like he can't breathe. 

You look amazing, your smile, your body, you're glowing, everything about you is radiating and for a minute he forgets he's supposed to have forgotten about you. He forgets that he was supposed to not love you, he's supposed to be mad at you. For a minute, for just a second he forgets about Joy, and the life he has now where he's so unbelievably happy  

"Hey stranger." You smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I called you." 

"I know." Junho says, shrugging his shoulders. "I deleted it." He tries to remain calm but his voice shakes as he tries to take a subtle deep breath. 

"I thought we were or could maybe try to be friends." You say, with a small laugh. "I know it's been a while. But like I said. I miss you." You awkwardly laugh. 

He could tell through your eyes that his words hurt you, but you hurt him more when you couldn't choose him.  

He laughs. "Maybe we could have been friends, had you tried to explain yourself or something. Anything, Y/N. But you didn't. I was told you cheated on me, I confronted you and you said nothing." He finishes, avoiding eye contact. 

"Coffee for Y/N." A woman calls out. You smile widely at Junho before grabbing your coffee. 

"You left me, Junho, remember that. But call me sometime. We can meet up and talk. You never gave me a chance to explain things to you." You say. You can see Junho's hard exterior towards you begin to soften, which led you to do what you did next. You stretched up on your tiptoes and placed a small kiss too close to his lips to be an accident. You give him one more smile before walking out the door, while Junho's heart beats almost out of his chest. 

You stuck in his mind as he stood there waiting for his name to be called. How dare you? Who did you think you were? Why now? Why would you do this when he was actually happy. He spent so many nights agonizing about you, wondering about you. He hated to admit it, but he was curious about why you were trying to come back into his life now. 

He tried to get you out of his brain on the entire walk to work. 

He sat at his desk at work and thought about you all day. His mind really should have been on Joy, or atleast work but he couldn't help but wonder about what you were up to, and why now? That was the one he wanted answered the most. Why now? 

Almost two years later, you decide to come back into his life? He hated that you were doing this, but he couldn't deny how deeply and madly in love with you he still was. 

**

You had thought he would move on, in fact you knew he would but there was a part of you that hoped he wouldn't have moved on, that he would have waited for you. You knew it was selfish, you absolutely knew that it was. But Junho was who you wanted, he was who you were meant to be with. It might have taken you a little longer to figure it out, but now that you had, you wanted him.

That night you laid in your bed, your finger hovering over the send button as you read your text over for the thousandth time. With a knot in your stomach and a deep breath, you press send. 

[11:36pm] Do you have a girlfriend? 

You toss your phone to the side, squeezing your eyes closed tight as your heart beats out of your chest. You were never this nervous around him before but now, he gave you butterflies. 

You woke up in the morning barely remembering the text you had sent the night before. You rolled over, shoving your head in your pillow as you prepared yourself for his response - if there even was one. If he didn't reply, you understood why, but you wouldn't lie, it would hurt you a little. 

With your head still in your pillow, you reached your hand over to the side of your bed, blinding feeling around for your phone. Your fingers feel it, your stomach tightens as you slide it over to you, rolling onto your back while keeping your eyes shut. You open one eye, peaking as you turn the screen on.. and there's nothing. You have notifications from every other app on your phone but text notifications? Nothing. Your stomach drops, you knew he got it, it said he read it but no reply. Maybe he really didn't want you in his life, maybe you really did ruin your one chance at love when you let him leave you. 

And that was something you had to live with. 

** 

The next day you sat at your desk, typing up a report on your computer when you heard the loud vibration from your cell phone which was placed on your desk. You quietly apologize at all your coworkers who are now staring at you, before opening your messages. 

Your heart beats faster. It's from Junho. 

[1:45 pm] Junho: Yes, I do. 

You smile. You're happy for him. 

Sorta. 

[1:47pm] You: I'm happy for you. 

[1:49pm] Junho: are you? 

[1:51pm] You: of course I am. I want you to have everything you've ever wanted. Can we please meet? I need to talk to you.

[1:57pm] Junho: Meet me at the bar at 8pm.You know the one.

And with that, your heart fluttered, this was a step in the right direction. 

** 

That night you sat at the bar, your short dress on as you waited for Junho to show up. You were sipping on your cocktail, your eyes darting to the door everytime you hear the bell Ding. You hope it's him but it hasn't been. You look at your phone reading 8:08pm and your heart sinks. He was never usually late, maybe this meant he wasn't coming. You wanted to plead your side to him, the fact that you never cheated but two years ago you were in a weird place in your life and honestly thought he deserved more than what you were giving him, so you didn't deny it. In your head it was the easiest way out for the both of you. 

But damn have you ever regretted it everyday since. Junho was one of the good ones and you wanted him back, desperately. 

The bell dings again, you look over and see Junho walking your way, wearing all black, his button up shirt tightly clinging to him with a few buttons popped open. His hair was messy but looked so good. 

"Hey." You smile as he walks up to you. 

"Hey." He smiles back. "Let's get a table in the back. More privacy." He suggests. 

You stand up, walking in front of him to the back of the bar, slightly swaying your ass because you just know he's going to watch you walk away from him. You can hear a small groan from behind you, immediately spreading a smile on your face as you get to the table and sit down. You both order a drink and sit in silence for a few minutes as you wait, neither of you wanting to talk first. 

"So.." he starts off. 

"I never cheated on you. I can't believe you even questioned me on that, especially when Jun. K was the one to say that. Do you not realize how fucked up he was at that time? You shouldn't have believed anything he said." 

"Why didn't you deny it? Why did you let me believe that you did that to me?" He asks. 

"Because..  I didn't feel like I was good enough for you. I was insecure, I felt needy and I felt like you deserved better. So I didn't say anything, I thought it was an easier way out, I guess." You admit. 

"But that wasn't just your choice to make, Y/N. We were a team. You should have talked to me and we could have worked things out. But you just let me believe that." He sighs. 

"I know and I've regretted it ever since. I took time to work on myself, I've got a great job and friends and family. But I haven't been able to find anyone quite like you. I miss you Junho." You whisper. 

"Y/N.." He pauses as you reach your hand over and place it on top of his. 

"I miss your smile, your smell, your hugs, kisses, touches, I miss the way you fucked me so good." You groan, your pussy beginning to throb. "We were so good together.." 

"We were." He whispers. "I just.." he sighs. 

"I'm going to go to the bathroom." You say. You look at him as you stand up, your eyes meeting. You give him a wink before you nod your head in the direction of the bathroom before walking off. You wondered if he would get the hint. 

As you slowly walk back down the hallway from the bathroom, disappointment washes over you. Just before you reach the opening of the bar, a hand wraps around your wrist, and yanks you around, crashing your back into the wall. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" He growls, his breath is hot on your ear, his hands moving up and down your body as his face rests in the crook of your neck. "I fucking miss you." He groans. "Do you even know how fucking hard you still make me?" He moans. He hikes your dress up before turning you against the wall. He unbuckles his belt, pulling down his pants just enough to let his cock spring free, pushing it between your legs, rubbing your lips and making you moan. 

"Ugh." He groans, his hands pressed against the wall. 

He pulls away from you, guiding you quickly to the bathroom, where he pushes you against the door, forcing your legs open. He sucks two fingers before sliding them inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out.

You let out a muffled moan, causing him to pull his fingers from inside you. He lines himself up, shoving his cock inside you, stretching you out. You missed this, you missed him and feeling his slide against your walls as he hits the perfect spot every time. 

His hand slides across your mouth, making sure you're quiet. He pushes his weight against you more, as he thrusts himself inside of you, grunting as you squeeze your pussy around him. 

"I've missed your pussy." He shudders, as he pounds himself into you. "Rub your clit." He demands. You move your hand between you and the door, just barely being able to slide it down between your legs. You shiver the moment your fingertips touch the sensitive bud, pleasure coursing through your body. You knew it wasn't going to take you long to orgasm, you've never had anyone like him since the two of you split. 

"You better cum." He grunts as someone begins knocking on the door. That just amplifies everything, your orgasm coming quicker as Junho violently thrusts into you, yearning for his own release. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He grunts, letting his load release inside of you, just as your orgasm washes over you, making your knees buckle as you try to keep it together. Junho pulls out of you, panting from behind you as he buckles his belt up while you adjust your dress. 

"So what now?" You ask, turning around to face him. 

"Now I go home and have a very uncomfortable conversation. I'm sorry Y/N.. for putting you in the middle of this. I need to talk to Joy and confess and end things. I should have done that first." Junho sighs. 

"Call me when you're ready." You smile, planting a small kiss on his lips.