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Until it didn’t.

About an hour later, you were getting dressed, tidying up your hair and double checking your battery pack and fan as you readied yourself for the humid air that would surely attack you the moment you stepped outside. You had this feeling, you weren’t sure what type of feeling, but you had this sudden urge to go and see a movie.

“What movie do you want to see?” Your friend, Yuri, asked as you met up outside of the theatre. Yuri was dressed to kill, as always, her hair and make-up on point while you had gone with subtle casual. “Or shall we see what’s on?”

“Let’s see what’s on.” You said, linking your arms and walking with a smile. There was a strange flutter in your stomach, a tugging in the back of your mind to look over towards the arcade area when you reached the ticketing machines. “What about this one?” Yuri groaned, going to the movies with you is like going to the movies with her boyfriend.

She pressed the screen, purchasing two tickets before rolling her eyes at you. “You can buy the food.” You smiled, happy because today you didn’t want to see some romance movie where the man and woman fell in love at first sight. It was too much for you and made you feel lonelier than you already are so you were happy that Yuri agreed to an action film.

Yuri had a soulmate, you didn’t. You were convinced you didn’t have one considering that you had lived and been in so many different places without meeting them, but despite all of that, Seoul had become your home fairly easily because it was where your soul wanted to be. Maybe a soulmate doesn’t have to be a person. You told yourself when you settled into your new home.

As you walked towards the food purchasing counter, you found yourself looking towards the boisterous laughter coming from the arcade area. A small group of men were walking out, one carrying a large teddy bear, and the others were laughing at him. “Looks like Jongin managed to find a date for tonight after all.” They laughed as the man carrying the bear blushed deeply. You were taken by him, unable to look away as they walked towards you. He wore a bucket hat, covering his eyes but his golden cheeks were painted a soft red as he laughed loudly with the group. You noticed that compared to his friends, his casual attire still managed to make him stick out in a crowd; a grey printed sweatshirt covered with a black vest, casual loose, black pants and a pair of Nike high tops, as well as a Gucci bag. He looked so out of place to you but he also looked like he fitted in completely.

“Hello?” Yuri waved her hand in front of your face and you realised you were trying to push your card into the wrong slot on the machine. “Is everything okay?” She asked, looking in the direction of the group and you nodded, ears heating up at being so captivated by the man carrying the large bear. “Do you know one of them?” She didn’t stop scrutinizing the group and you laughed, shaking your head.

“No, I just…” You trail off, grabbing your order number and stealing another glance at the group but your heart jumps into your mouth when you see him looking at you.

You have no idea what it meant. The way your heart raced and every fibre in your body wanting to run to him, made you feel silly because you don’t know him but you felt like you did – like you’ve known him for years. A familiar face, a familiar smile. It was like he was someone you had been looking for but never managed to find.

Yuri gasped, pushing you towards him and causing you to stumble. You caught yourself in time and turned to face her but she placed her hands on your shoulders and pushed you backwards towards him. “Yuri!” You hissed through gritted teeth, trying to counter her forceful pushing but to no avail. “Stop.”

“I’ve seen that look,” she looked over your shoulder and smiled, amused by whatever she saw behind you. “I’ve seen that look before because I’ve worn that look and I’m not the only one who noticed it.”

No. No. There was no way.

Yuri stopped pushing, forcing you to turn you around and when you saw the way he smiled, the way his whole face lit up, his eyes crinkled and teeth showing, you knew that you would give him your world. “His name’s Jongin.” His friend started, pushing him forward slightly and Jongin grunted before chuckling nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and tilting his head to the side.

The way he looked at you, his chocolate brown eyes pulling you in, made your heart race even faster than it already was. You give him your name and Jongin repeated it, smiling the whole time before he looked at Yuri and his friends. “What movie are you seeing?” You gave him the title of the movie and his smile brightened, if that was possible. “What a coincidence, so are we.”

You walked towards the cinema, one arm holding the large bear in a chokehold while your other hand rested by your side, fingers dancing and playing with Jongin’s as he carried your popcorn and walked beside you. If anyone was to look at the two hands itching to hold, they would see the red string tied around the index fingers, the thread barely centimetres apart as two soulmates began their journey together.

The smile on your face when you read it, so dazzling and beautiful that he would be bold enough to compare it the sun and your eyes, shimmering as they crinkle slightly due to your smile, makes him fall even more in love with you. He’s captivated, he would do anything you told him to because he’s a slave for you; Kyungsoo would give you the heavens if you asked and he doesn’t realise it yet, but you would move mountains for him too.

“It took you long enough,” you giggle, covering your mouth with your hand as you look away with the faintest of blushes on your cheeks. “I know that it’s been clear but I needed to be sure,” you lean forward, the note safely folded in your hand, and kiss him on the cheek.

Kyungsoo’s ears turn pink, the heat travelling up the back of his neck as he looks away shyly, “well, at least you can finally kiss me before you run away.” He teases and your eyes widen in shock, “I mean, I always thought you didn’t like me back like that because of it.”

You chew your bottom lip, looking around as you search for the words to say why you behaved so strangely, “I was scared that if we kissed, those drunken moments at house parties or tender moments under the stars, that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from pushing for more.” You look away, embarrassed because you didn’t want to sound like one of those girls but you couldn’t help that Kyungsoo turned you on.

He was sweet, always so gentle with you but whenever he was in class, leading a project or even while he was studying, there was this other side to him that sent shivers down your spine. He could be dominant, commanding and the way he talked, the deep tenor in his voice, fuelled your fantasies about him. You loved how he was with you, so gentlemanly and kind, always making sure you enjoyed every moment with him but when you were alone – all you could think about was Kyungsoo’s hand trailing up your thigh while he told you how good you were.

You inwardly groan, here he is, trying to confess his love to you while you think about how much fun it would be if he bent you over the table.

“What is it?” He asks, concerned at how distant you seem to be.

You shake your head, sealing your lips shut, “nothing, I was just thinking about how I wish we did this sooner – saved both of us some time.”

Kyungsoo looks suspicious, his lips in a hard line as his wide eyes study your face; you hate how easily he can read you, how the smallest expression gives him everything he needs to know. He remains quiet, picking up his tea and taking a small sip before placing the cup down and causing your heart to jump into your throat with a sudden question. “You’re thinking about sex, aren’t you?”

You gasp, looking everywhere but his searching eyes, “is that the only reason you gave me this, is that all you wanted from me?” You try throwing it back at him in a way to deflect his question but it only seems to get him to push forward.

He grabs your hand, encasing it in both of his with a teasing smile on his heart-shaped lips, “be honest with me, everything will be so much easier if we are honest with each other.” He opens your hand and reveals his note, “I gave you my love confession on a messy note, so the least you can do is tell me what exactly is going through your mind because I know your ‘sex dream’ look and that’s what you were wearing before.”

“My-my what?” You groan, placing your forehead on his hands because nothing could be more humiliating than him pointing out that you’re daydreaming about what he’s like in bed while in the middle of Starbucks.

“Tell me, tell me all of your secrets and maybe I’ll share one of mine.”

The way his hand grips your hips, the uncertainty in his movements like you’re fragile china and he doesn’t want to break you, and the way he looks down at you with the most loving look in his eyes, causes your body to shiver with delight but you needed more.

Kyungsoo dragged you back to his apartment after your confession, kissing you deeply the moment the door was closed and he didn’t waste any time in moving you into his bedroom. He had wanted to hear how much you wanted him in so long that the moment you told him about your fantasies – he couldn’t contain himself. It felt so strange, having flirted and danced around each other for years, having fantasied about this moment in many ways, it felt so strange to finally hear your voice whisper his name while feeling his lips trailing across your collarbone.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, moving his hands up your body to massage your breasts, “I could look at you forever.” The worship he gives you stokes the fire in your core but you can feel that he’s holding back, that he’s worried about how you might react if he lets himself lose control with you in this moment.

Kyungsoo loves to be in control, from group projects to his part-time job as assistant manager in the kitchen; he thrives on control and is very disciplined in all areas except for when he’s with you. You make him lose control, lose focus because you consume him and all he wants to do is give you everything he possibly can. If he loses control with you, then he doesn’t know what would happen; he’s already out of his comfort zone, already doing things he never would have done for anyone else.

What would happen if Kyungsoo just let go of all inhibitions and gave in to the primal need to feel you?

“Please,” you say quietly at first, repeating yourself so that you know he heard you, “please, fuck me harder.” Your legs wrap around his hips as he begins to thrust harder, gritting his teeth to try and remain in control. “Soo, God, please,” you grab his hands, squeezing your breasts instead of massaging them, “I’m not that delicate, I want you to make me scream.” His fingers tweaking your nipples and he watches how your face contorts with pleasure.

How can he stay in control when you’re doing everything to make him want to fuck you instead of making love to you?

That’s what he wants, he wants you to feel the love he has for you as you cry out his name but you have other plans in mind. He can still make you feel loved and also have your toes curling with an intense orgasm.

With every moan, every whine and plea mixed with his name, Kyungsoo struggles to keep it together; his thrusts get harder that he keeps hearing you beg for more, and your nipples are pulled and perky but it doesn’t stop you from tweaking them yourself. He feels you around him, clenching and pulsating as your orgasm grows closer and hearing you repeat his name like a mantra, trying to hold yourself together for as long as you can, is the final straw for him. Kyungsoo leans forward, kissing your bitten lips before sitting up and gripping your hips tightly, “rub your clit,” he growls out and you moan in response.

He watches your fingers draw 8 figures over your sensitive bud, eyes traveling up to see your face contort and eyes clench shut as the coil in your abdomen grows tighter; he always thought you were beautiful but nothing beats you like this. Nothing beats hearing your sweet voice cry his name as you cum, nothing beats how your eyes roll back in your head as the white hot pleasure blinds you momentarily and nothing beats the way your tight pussy milks his cock, his seed spurting into the condom you made sure he wore.

He collapses on top of you, finding comfort in your arms as he lets himself rest for a moment, “I’m sorry,” he whispers, face buried into your chest as he listens to your heart beat, “next time I’ll be better.”

The sheets tangle with his body, pillows cradling his head as you find the perfect angle – the perfect shot; but you know that these photos will never do him justice, never truly capture the beauty of Jongin exactly. He’s like the moon shining on a clear night sky, you can take a photo but it’s only an image of the magnificent sight before you. Click, Jongin arches his back, moving position and parting his plump lips as he watches you work. Click, the book covers the bottom half of his face, almond-shaped eyes dancing with the thoughts that run in his head as you changed the tone of the lighting.

He made a good choice getting you this job, giving you the opportunity to do what you loved and he got the added perk of watching you work – being the object that you capture.

There’s a call for a break, the lights being turned on and you take a moment to let your sight adjust to the intrusion of brightness that overtakes the room. You let out the deep breath that you didn’t realise you were holding while you watch Jongin sit up and smile at you; stylists and make-up artists rush to his side, all eager to touch up his appearance but Jongin waves a hand dismissively, not caring about his messy hair or how his nose might be too shiny. He wants to congratulate you, tell you he’s proud of you because he’s never been so enamoured by someone until he saw you at work.

Ignoring those around him, Jongin gently grips your chin between his fingers and brings your gaze to his. “Do you know how proud Daddy is of you, baby girl?” You blush, cheeks heating up as he speaks so casually, without fear of those around you. “What? Can I not tell my baby how happy she made me, letting me watch her work and having her in control?”

“Bu-but,” your eyes move to the stylist watching the interaction from her seat, “people are staring.” Jongin shrugs, moving his hand to caress your cheek; you instinctively turn your face into his touch, closing your eyes momentarily and feeling safer. You compose yourself, eyes shining brightly as a warm smile spreads over your lips, “thank you Daddy, I have everything I’ve ever wanted because you are so good to me.”

He loves hearing you say those words, the way your lips look when you say them captivates him, the way you sigh it, moan it – you seriously have no clue about the effect you have over him. You’ve had Jongin wrapped around your little finger from the moment he saw you, the relationship being nothing more than a mutual partnership in the beginning but over the years, it deepened to something close to what Jongin would call love.

You were fresh out of college and struggling to pay off student loans, working as an assistant at one of Jongin’s photoshoots and he took to you like a moth to a flame. He needed someone to take to the Gucci cruise that year and offered to pay you for your assistance; you were reluctant at first, Jongin was not only seven years your senior, Gucci’s ambassador and a national treasure but he was also an Adonis. Nearing thirty didn’t take away any ounce of the sex appeal that Jongin held in his youth, it added to it; he had women of all ages vying for his attention and there he was, asking you to be his date.

Though, one date turned to three and next thing you knew, Jongin had paid off your student loans and taken you around the world.

“Be a good girl for Daddy,” he whispers in your ear, smirk playing on his lips as he thinks about new things to try in the bedroom, “and bring your camera home tonight. Don’t leave it at the office, I want us to have some fun with it.” Your eyes widen, Jongin winking before heading towards the changing room as the director calls for the final set.

Ideas run through your mind as to what Jongin could possibly want to do tonight and you find yourself getting excited by what you come up with.

A private photoshoot.

The words sound so sinful as they fall off his lips; Jongin smirks at the idea, pleased with himself as he sees your stunned expression. He wants to reward you for your hard work today, he wants you to capture him in ways that only your eyes can see and most of all, Jongin wants to snap shots of you two doing the naughty things that he was imaging while lying on that bed this afternoon.

“Daddy,” you lick you lips, unable to look away as Jongin undresses, “what if I lose them? I don’t want someone else seeing you like this.” You pout, unpacking your gear and getting set up regardless.

His body is sculpted to perfection, his proportions make anyone envious. His thick brown locks messily falling in his chocolate brown eyes, strong nose, plump lips and a sharp jawline makes you wonder if Jongin was created by Gods. He’s proud of his body, keeping himself fit but not bulky gives Jongin a lean figure, golden skin pulled taut over toned muscles; long legs with strong thighs, a cute, tight ass and you swallow thickly as your eyes fall onto his cock.

Jongin isn’t overly long, you would think that he was just over average but his girth and how he used his hips makes sex with him an experience every single time. The head is a pretty pink, matching the shade of his lips and a pearl of precum leaks from the slit; you feel your mouth water, normally Jongin would have you kneel before him, sucking him before he returns the favour but tonight, he has something else in mind.

“You’re in charge,” he watches you check the lighting, making sure you’ll have the right exposure and that the flash isn’t too bright.

You nod, pointing to the bed and instructing Jongin to lie down, “stroke yourself for me, please Daddy.” Even though he tells you to be in charge, you know that Jongin truly runs the show tonight but you’ll do anything to make him happy.

With cock in hand, Jongin begins to stroke himself slowly, getting into character and feeling the rush of excitement in his veins as you move a little closer. You snap a few close ups, his eyes fluttering closed with lashes splayed on his cheeks, parted lips with pearly white teeth showing, his two moles and tense stomach and finally, his hand stroking his firm cock; the shutter of the lens, the thought of you staring at these when he’s away on long shoots and hearing nothing other than your movements make Jongin shiver.

His sugar babies haven’t lasted long in the past but you, you’re one he intends to keep. So obedient, so beautiful, you are perfect in ways Jongin can’t even begin to explain but this confirms that he doesn’t want to let his baby girl go.

He can spoil you, give you the nicest of everything you ever ask for and take you on around the world but you’ve never once faked it for him. You’ll do anything he asks, not out of obligation but because you truly feel something for him; something you can’t say aloud but Jongin knows it because he feels it too.

You feel the heat in your loins as Jongin’s breathing grows heavier, his orgasm approaching as you continue your private shoot. You whine, lowering your camera as you rub your thighs together for friction, suddenly upset that your Daddy is paying more attention to his own desire rather than you. “Play with me~” You catch his attention and get the exact look you want.

His eyes are dark, hooded and wanting as he stops what he’s doing to sit up and indicate for you to go over to him. You quickly place the camera on the tripod, grabbing the wireless remote and rushing to stand between his spread legs that are now hanging over the side of the bed. “You want Daddy to play with you, princess?” His voice is husky, thick with desire as large hands rest on your waist. “Did you feel a little left out?” You pout, nodding your head and the image of you causes Jongin to groan.

He slowly begins to undress you, taking care in placing your clothes neatly beside him before removing the next item. He takes a moment to admire you in the lingerie that he chose for you this morning, the lacy pink set matching the cute pout still prominent on your lips; he pulls you closer, kissing the top of your breasts before kissing your lips. You straddle his hips, Jongin gently prying the shutter remote from your hands as you tightly wind your legs and arms around him.

You grind on him, feeling him so close to where you want him but frustratingly separated by the thin material of your panties. Heated kisses, tongues dancing as hands touch every inch of uncovered skin; Jongin makes your temperature rise to the point that the warm air around you is cool on your sensitive skin.

He wants to indulge in you, suffering through a day of not touching you to keep up professional appearances is something Jongin isn’t used to; he’s always been able to kiss you, touch you, be however he wants with you in public but he got you this job, he knew how much you wanted this opportunity even if he could provide you with a comfortable life and he wasn’t going to risk it.

His fingers glide down your ribs, over your hips and between your thighs, rubbing against your clothed clit; you moan, rolling your head back and letting Jongin suckle upon the unblemished skin of your neck. “Daddy,” he feels the words against his lips as they leave your throat, “I want you inside me.” With little effort, Jongin rips your panties and chuckles as you startle from the way the material is torn from your body.

“Don’t worry,” he gazes down at your exposed sex, eager to welcome him as he lines his cock up with your entrance, “I’ll buy you another set tomorrow, a treat for my baby girl.”

You sigh, the stretch feeling so good after such a busy, stressful day. “You spoil me, Daddy. You are so good to me, I’m so lucky to have you.” He groans, controlling your hips and keeping a steady pace as his lips reattach to your skin, littering you with pink marks and relishing in how well you take him. No matter how much he fucks you, no matter how soft or rough he can be, you always take him perfectly.

Being so close to his release earlier, Jongin knows he’s not going to last long so he thumbs your clit, focusing more on your pleasure rather than the speed. You writhe against him, the word daddy falling off your bitten lips like a sweet mantra as you feel the pressure build inside you; his breath hot against your skin, hair tickling your cheeks as you rest your head on his shoulder and whine as it gets closer.

“Say my name, baby girl,” you whimper it softly, your hips moving on their own as you desperately race for release, “no, say Daddy’s real name.”

You would be shocked by his request if you weren’t so focused on your orgasm. “Please, Jongin, let me cum.” You beg, enjoying the growl that rumbles through his chest as his hands hold your hips tightly and he begins to fuck you the way you enjoy.

Mercilessly.

As much as you love it when Jongin pampers you, how he shows his affection for you through small gifts and actions, you love when he fucks you so hard that it leaves you bruised, the feel of him imprinted on your skin for days to come.

“Fuck,” he grunts, hips stuttering as he cums, holding your hips down and feeling your walls milk him dry as you whisper his name repeatedly.

Looking up at your blissed-out face, Jongin feels around for the remote and the sound of the shutter causes your eyes to open slowly; he’s always wanted to be on the other end, taking your picture and admiring your beauty through the lens and now he can. He slides out slowly before helping you rest on the large, soft pillows; he moves you into the position he wants before heading for the camera, your eyes glazed over but watching.

One arm is stretched out, head surrounded by pillows while the other arm is resting over your breasts; one of your legs is tucked over the other and your eyes are trained on Jongin. He snaps a photo, looking at it with a smile before lifting the camera to his eyes once more; he tries different angles, instructing you to look at him the whole time and he loves every moment.