He pulls away and you look at him, or more specifically, his mouth coated and ruined by your shiny wetness. He trudges his tongue out to lick clean his mouth and your eyes wouldn't dare to move away from your roommate.

He picks up the purple vibrator from your side – the cause of this predicament and you gulp. Hyunjin turns it on in his hand, the vibration so clearly evident and the man scoffs, "This thing was supposed to relieve you?" He looks at you, smirk evident before shaking it off and pressed the vibration against your clit and you scream. You grip the sheets and your already sensitive core from Hyunjin's ministrations does not better at being subtle.

Hyunjin circles the vibrator over your clit before moving it up and down your slit. You gulp, small, soft purrs leaving your lips, "Hyunjin, please, please, please."

"Oh, you're not ready," he says, chuckling and in the next minute, he pushes the purple silicone head past your opening, pushing open your walls and you knees buckle, back arches and you are going crazy by the time Hyunjin has completely pushed the toy in you. He watches in eagerness at your wetness gushing out as the vibrator moves inside you, stimulating your nerves.

"This thing is nothing," he mumbles and he plays with pushing it in you, once and twice and you are crying, begging at Hyunjin to move it faster — to remove that fucking toy and maybe give you the real deal. "So let me get you more wet to take my cock, okay?"

Hyunjin rubs your clit with his thumb as he pushes the vibrator in you and you think you are going feral with the vibrations that you can feel all the way to your tip. You are moving unhinged under him and Hyunjin laughs, tightening his hold on your hips as he quickened the pace of rubbing your clit.

"Hyunjin, Hyunjin," it's a helpless chant. If Hwang Hyunjin, your roommate, had always been ready to help you with your problem, why the fuck did he not catch you early and rid you of your misery? "Please, please, please."

"Please what, princess?" He coos and your lips quiver.

"Need your dick. Need your dick, please," you beg. Your lower half moves with the the vibrator, so close to your very own orgasm as you circles your hips with his repeated thrusts of the toy until he stops all his movements. He removes the toys from you, scrutinising it with his eyes before he sticks his tongue out and licks it from the base to the tip only to wrap his pretty lip around the toy and suck on it to taste you.

"You taste so good," he gasps. "My princess tastes like heaven. Can't wait to have your pretty little pussy wrapped around my big cock."

Hwang Hyunjin will be your damnation and you don't mind. This man, soon, throws it away, and removes his boxers, his cock hitting his abdomen before standing erect before you and you realise why he told you over and over about how you were not ready for him.

Because truth is, you doubt your body will ever be ready for his cock.

Your pussy throbs and releases juices and Hyunjin is chuckling, asking you, "Did you get excited from seeing my cock?"

You nod, turning away and whispering, "I don't think it'll fit me." Hyunjin that has moved closer to you, stop, worry lacing his eyes and he asks, "Do you want me to stop then? I don't want to hurt you, princess, ever—"

"No," you quickly interrupt him, your body shifting downwards to meet him. You lift up your hips barely and you beg, "Please break me."

Hyunjin thinks it is the very sight that breaks him down into an insane man. Your small petite body begging for him at the sight of his cock, wetness gushing out and Hyunjin's at it like the insane man he is in this minute because of you.

He grabs hold of your body and in a minute, he pushes his cock – so thick in dimensions that you've never seen a cock this big – into your pussy, stretching your walls out so wide that you know he's going to rip you apart and you'd gladly let him. Hyunjin takes a whole minute to bottom out into you, despite his length, thanks to your sopping core.

You are full. Oh so full, that you can barely move, that you feel like you are pinned. His length goes all the way deep enough to make a bulge and you are gaping. Your body lifts itself up to watch the bulge, finding yourself grow wetter.

"Hyunjin, your—"

"Such a small pussy and yet look at how it fits me. Look at how far my cock will go in you." He thrusts into you and you see the bulge move in awe. "Look at how deep," he thrusts back in, "it'll go. Look at you, princess. Look at my princess taking it all like a good girl. You're a good girl. What a pity no one fucked you like you deserve to be, like the good, good girl you are."

Hyunjin's pistoning into you, the bulge growing in size before falling and your mind is clouded. Your walls are constantly being pushed apart, widened and stretched and everything is too much. Hyunjin's arm stretch to hold your face to look at him before he quickens his pace.

"I'll fuck you, princess. I'll make you my good girl and no one else's."

You look down at your boyfriend lying against the soft mattress in the motel you persuaded him to take you to. "I just want to know what it is to have sex in a motel," you had reasoned a while back but right now, Jisung has definitely taken this entire experience as a way to try out something new.

"I want to eat you out," he gestures at you to come closer to him. He smiles widely, like a little boy waiting for his cotton candy and you gasp. You look down at the black bra and pantyhose you are wearing and look back at him, your arms stretching backwards to undo the bra's hook.

"No," he whines. You raise an eyebrow at Jisung, a giggle escaping your lips as you ask, "Do you want me in them?"

"Of course," he scrunches his nose. "You look fucking hot in them. Is it alright if you have them on?"

"It's not a problem," you smile and you waddle on your knees up to his face. "You're cute, boy. Very cute." You chuckle, your body moving forward as you realise the sight would be very fun from down below.

"I got it from my girlfriend," Jisung teases back. He grabs your thighs, blunt nails grazing over the black nylon material as he pulls you closer to his face. "She's very cute and when she wants to–" He pauses and rubs small circles into the outer flesh of your thighs. "She's fucking hot."

Within a blink of your eyes, you hear the rip of the black nylon material. Jisung tears your pantyhose right at the area close to your core, exposing your wet slodden lips right in front of him and you gasp.

"Always wanted to do this," he groan, his head rolling back into the soft pillow. Unknowingly you realise how hot it is too, because you feel yourself become wetter the minute he rips your pantyhose. You are about to lower your body when Jisung holds your thighs up and stops you. Your eyes widen in caution and you look down.

"Can we try something else too?"

This is how you find yourself, your face hovering over his cock as he sucks on your clit after licking it softly. Your hand wraps around his cock, pumping the length as your thumb rubbed the precum all over his tip. Jisung moans into your mouth, lapping your juices further burying himself more into you.

You feel every single action of Jisung's almost hyperbolically. The way his legs twitches every single time you take him deeper than usual. His hot length throbbing in your wet mouth as you lick his underside while you take him as a whole. The way his tongue moves against your slit rapidly, hands pulling apart your cheeks for him to delve deeper, nose brushing against your sensitive bud every now and then. His tongue pokes your hole, trying to move further in only to stop and suck on your clitoris.

And then he stops, the minute he knows you are so close to snapping.

You suck on his length, bobbing your head up and down a few more times before removing your lips from his length, hands still pumping it as you turn to look at him.

Jisung's hand comes in contact with your arse sharply and you squeeze his cock in impulse, a light swear leaving your mouth, "Fuck. Why did you stop?"

"Want to feel you completely," he whimpers, still staring at your glistening core as he pulls your arse cheeks apart. "Need to be in you, please."

"Alright," you smile, letting go of his cock. You get off of him only to move close to his face as you squat by his side, taking his lips in yours as you kiss him, your coral lips moving against his glistening ones. You taste yourself in him and you are pretty sure he tastes himself too. Tongues moving against each other, you cup his face harshly, trying to move deeper into him till you pull apart, gasping for air. Laughing, you climb on top of him. You lower your body, as you take hold of his cock. Gripping it firmly, you brush the head against your clit repeatedly, head rolling back in the tingles of pleasure.

"I'm on top tonight though."

"Anything. Just need my girl tonight." Jisung stares at you, eyes sparkling in both lust and greed. In this position, Jisung finally gets to see you completely. The beautiful black bra that hugs your breasts so beautiful that he wants to rip it apart too but you also look like sex with it on. Your body that he loves is on him and he knows he's a blessed man when his eyes trails down to see you in your ripped pantyhose. All Jisung can even comprehend in his head is Fuck.

You rub your slit over his length repeatedly, barely letting him in you and Jisung groans, his hands holding your hips harshly enough to bruise it. He grits, "You are testing my fucking virtue, baby."

"Patience is the virtue you need to own, love. Makes everything worth the wait," you wink, puckering your lips at him. Jisung's grip on your waist tighten further and you know you are riling him up more than he likes it but you guess that's the joy in annoying a person.

"Don't fucking need— Fuck."

You hold the base of his cock, angling it and in a second, you push your lips past his length, taking it completely and feeling the burn of the stretch of his thick cock pushing your walls apart. Your body bends forward, hands flat on his chest as you squeeze around his cock, before pulling yourself up only to move down slowly. You slide up and down his length slowly, taking your own time and Jisung clearly seems to be not having any of it.

He doesn't because in the very next minute, he holds you tight, leg hooking lightly over your body and he turns you over, your back slammed against the mattress as he hovers over you, dick deep into your pussy.

"I'll let you be on top the next time. Currently, I'm hungry and I want my fucking meal."

Jisung pulls out, only to slam into you. He raises your leg, fingers grazing over the pantyhose and stretching the material. Angling you conveniently, he pushes his cock deeper into you, hitting a spot that has you going unhinged, eyes rolling backwards and lips chanting, "Jisung, fuck, there. Yes, yes yes!"

"Hold onto the sheets if you want," he mumbles and you do so, fingers tightening around it. You lift you body even further, feeling the soft cotton bedsheets rub against your body as Jisung thrusts into you.

"Does it feel good having my cock in your pussy, angel? Does it feel good?" Jisung grunts as he lengthens his strokes, pounding into you as he holds onto your hips tightly. Your feet digs into his back as your eyes water at the pleasure Jisung beckons for you.

"Yes, yes! Please. Want more—"

"Then, call me daddy."

"What?"

Jisung pauses, still holding onto you tightly, as he stares deep into your eyes, firmly saying, "Call me daddy."

He thrusts hard into you again and you do it, screaming, "Fuck, Daddy. Want more, daddy. Want more. Fuck me harder, daddy."

Jisung groans at the name he is called as he slams into you so hard that that bed in the motel starts to shake, the headboard beating out a steady rhythm. "Daddy's going to fuck you so well. Daddy's going to fuck you so good that all you can say is his name. You want that, don't you, baby? Daddy's going to fuck you so hard, and knock you up."

That very thought could have made you come undone. The thought of Jisung fucking kids into you and the thought fo Jisung making you pregnant has you whimpering, head swimming in the thought and your core clenching on his length so tightly to prevent Jisung from leaving.

Jisung laughs, the soft melodious note hitting the walls as he asks, "You like that so much, baby, that you don't want to let go. You like the thought of me making you pregnant, huh?"

"D-Daddy," you grunt, feeling the orgasm reaching you slowly, eagerly waiting for your boyfriend to fill you to the brim with his cum and to plunge into you with your pussy full of his cum, stuffing it into you to make sure that you definitely get pregnant. Jisung thrusts harder into you, whispering sweet praises to you.

You feel it snap in a second, your muscles clamping down on his length so tightly. Your fingers dig into the mattress as your head rolls to the side. Your lips leave, "Daddy, daddy, daddy," constantly like it's a veneration to Jisung and only him.

Jisung comes within few minutes, and it's mostly from your muscles squeezing him so tight that he comes in you. White spurts of warm, thick liquid fills your core as Jisung's fingers dig into the flesh at your hips.

You breathe sharply under him, chest rising at the intensity of the orgasm you face and Jisung collapses by your side after pulling out, his cum and your orgasm mixed together leaking out of your pussy as it throbs.

You kiss him lazily and bury your head into his shoulders as he pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around to hold you close. Your lips drag across his bare skin with no other intentions and Jisung hums a soft melody into your ear only for him to pause and mumble, "I don't mind starting a family with you, Y/N. Ever. I meant every word earlier."

Your eyes widen slightly but you don't look up at your boyfriend, cheeks staining red at his declaration and you realise that the very thought makes you happy.

"Yeah and," You push Seungmin back. The pen drops from his hand, falling onto the glass table and making a loud sound. His head falls against the soft rexine covered sofa in your office room. Your secretary, also your doting husband, groans as you climb on top of him, your leg swinging by the side as you sit on him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your pencil skirt rides up and Seungmin's eyes trail your legs. "I run the company and it's already late so–" You drag your index finger over his shirt covered broad chest.

"Baby," Seungmin stresses. He tilts his face to look up at the surveillance cameras in the room. "Cameras and I have to finish going through these paper by today so that my boss," he raises an eyebrow at you, "–doesn't think I'm slacking just because I'm married to her."

"Well, your boss thinks you'd be doing your work even better if you just really listened to what she needed right now."

With a flick of your fingers hooking under his shirt, you tug open his shirt, a single button popping off the material as a result and Seungmin smiles. You press your lips against his chest, and mumble, "So please, Daddy. Do me, else I'll cut your pay."

"What a bad employer," he clicks his tongue. How was Seungmin expected to work in such a situation when his beautiful wife is on top of him, asking of him to have you in your very office. Something about it seemed so scandalous to him that it excites him way more than it should normally have.

"Don't care." You grind on his growing cock, your arms tightening over his neck. Seungmin holds your hips down onto him, helping you rub against him. You moan, voice airy as you inform him, "I got off once in the washroom at the sight of you rolling your sleeves and carrying those boxes into my office."

"You did what now, beautiful?" Seungmin stills your body, holding you fixed on his bulged length that stands through his pants. His eyes darkens and he feels you whimper in his hold. Seungmin has always found this reversal of roles enticing. The fact that you are this powerful CEO of one of the largest cosmetic companies in the country and that you are this dominating woman on the streets, conquering the market one by one and yet here you are – small in his hold and all his to have.

It is how he seems to cover your entire being. You pride yourself in being an average height for a woman but with Seungmin by your side, you seemingly become small by his side. Seungmin has to look down to talk to you, to keep a conversation.

"I couldn't help, daddy," you gasp, trying to move against him in hopes but your husband's large hands hold on to you, strongly. Seungmin's hand trails up your inner leg, fingers hasty to push your panties to the side. His fingers graze your wet lips, dragging residues or your last orgasm and your present arousal all over.

You're so small that it's fucking hot to Seungmin.

He can't help but fantasise about you. All these years, a ring to seal the deal and still he can't stop lusting after his wife. Of how short you are compared to him. Of how Seungmin can easily tower over you, as you look up at him with those innocent doe eyes of yours in the bed definitely turns him on. Of how a person of your size can command an entire room at the very same time. Of how he can hold onto your whole breast with those large hands of his as you moan and mewl on top of him as you are bouncing on his cock, begging for more. All while he uses you for a cocksleeve as he hoists you up and down just by using his bare hands to lift you.

Seungmin wants to do the same right now – to fuck your tiny being and to breed you.

"Baby, you're slopping wet." Your hand grips on the open ends of his shirt, trying to chase after his fingers. Seungmin kisses the side of your lips. "Should I just fuck you raw and stupid? Teach my baby girl to let her daddy work in peace?"

"Please do, daddy. Please. Fuck me stupid. Fuck me dumb."

Your fingers hastily move down to unbuckle his pants. You stand up slightly for Seungmin to pull himself up for you to pull his pants down, along with his boxers; his cock springs out, hot and angry, vein throbbing on the underside. You hold it in your hand, pumping it slowly. Positioning it, you lift your hips to angle it as Seungmin pushes your panties to the side and slowly, you drop your body to allow his cock to push into you.

"Fuck, daddy, you're so big," you groan, barely being able to let words out with the feeling of being stretched out by his cock. Seungmin doesn't let you adjust today. His large hands hold your acetabulum as he pulls you up only to bring you down, his hips thrusting into you. He plunges into you and you gush all over his cock, coating almost all of his length with your arousal. Seungmin is barely in but he is already hitting your spot, hot tip brushing against it vicariously that your hand moves up to hold your breast, softly hitting it over your clothing.

Seungmin thrusts into you again and his hand moves glides against your skin to press against your belly. He laughs, huskily and airy as he watches you squeeze his length. "Feel that, baby? Do you like feeling so fucking full and stretched out around my cock stuffed into you? What a pretty slut to call mine."

Seungmin's hands moved upwards to grab your clothes breasts, kneading it in his grip as he lets go of your hips. You bounce on his cock and Seungmin stares in fascination at how your breasts do the same, even in captive, both by your bra and his hands.

Your arms wrap around his neck once again as your walls squeeze around his cock, bouncing at a rapid pace to meet your end. Moans and loud unperiodic screams leave your lips as his cock stretches you out. You whimper in his hold, already sensitive from your last self-inflicted orgasm.

Seungmin holds your hips again as soon as he knows you're close. Kissing your neck and biting into the skin to make you his, not that the platinum ring on your fingers were a sign enough of branding, Seungmin whispers by your ear, "Going to fuck and cum in you. Going to breed you and have you stuffed with my cum like the little slut you are. Daddy is going to have you so full of my cum that you're bound to get pregnant. I'll do that, baby. You're going to keep it all inside of you."

"What it it slips out?" You gasp out, getting turned on by the thought of having Seungmin's kids.

"Going to fuck it into you over and over again," Seungmin grunts.

He thrusts into you rapidly, hips hitting into you over and over again, squeezing him as you edge closer and closer. "I'm going to cum, oh my god. Daddy, I'm going to cum." His fingers brushes against your clit and you know at that minute that you have come undone.

"No," he says, firmly, as he fucks into you ruthlessly. "Hold it. You're cumming with me."

"I can't, let meㅡ" You cry but Seungmin squeezes your harder harder, warning you. "Daddy! Fuck, please!" Seungmin's cock is repeatedly hitting your spot, your vision blurry in pleasure and you feel like you are going to explode.

"I'm close too." Seunhmin finally says and he thirst upwards faster, sounds resonating in the office room of yours and you don't care if people were to walk in and watch their boss fuck her husband in her office. Fuck, you think that would be hot, in fact.

"Fuck!" He exclaims. "Going to fucking cum inside you. Going to stuff you with my cum till your tiny little belly bulges with all that cum." Seungmin kisses you. It's messy, teeth clashing and desperate for some intimate contact as you soon tug at his lower lip with your teeth before letting go of it.

You scream your husband's name out loud – pretty sure for voices to have reached the corridor. Your orgasm coats his dick that still thrusts into you, staining his pants and your dress.

"Oh, god," you breathe in for air heavily. "Fuck," you whimper, body shaking almost violently, the muscles of your stomach contracting. Seungmin does not stop as he continues to ravage your pussy.

"Stop." You gasp, holding onto his shoulder, nails digging into it. Seungmin doesn't listen and continues to fuck you through your orgasm. "Stop, please! Ah! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Fuck, fuck!" One thrust at an angle and Seungmin releases into you, a small orgasm ripping out from your body simultaneously at the minor overstimulation that takes over your body completely.

You weakly pull yourself up from his cock, pussy clenching at nothing once he is completely out, releasing the mixture of both yours and his orgasm. It slides down your thigh and Seungmin's eyes stares at it before he holds your hips.

"Can't do that, babygirl?" He chuckles, eyes wrinkling into thin crescent. "Told you to not follow me, that you wouldn't like what I'm doing. Pretty girls like you deserve to be treated better. Pretty girls like you are too good to be ruined by my hands."

You turn to look at the Porsche Cayenne — white, glossy and too expensive for you to ever purchase. Your feet are fixed – almost rooted — to the ground and you hear Chan, your entire being temptable to his voice, "The minute you agree though, babygirl, you agree to being ruined by me. You are walking into corruption, aware of the consequences."

You turn to look back at Chan, "I'll do it." Chan folds his arms, raising an eyebrow at your tiny physique that he hovers over quite easily. You repeat, almost like you are reassuring yourself that you can do it, in fact. Chan's staring at your figure in eyes dark and mind clouded because he knows he loves this more than ever — corrupting you is his Achilles heel.

Fifteen minutes, one car at 110 kilometres per hour and one shocked you later, Chan is directing you, your hands on the steering wheel of the stolen car. You are too shaken up to say anything as you press your foot on the gas, letting the car guide you. Your mind is blank, and your blood is contaminated by the overload of adrenaline because today, you commit more than one crime in the name of love.

A broad beach and the waters hitting up the shore come in your vision and you turn to look at Chan, asking, "Is this the place?" He nods. He looks straight and tells you, "You can park here for a while and calm yourself."

Once parked, your head falls down against the steering wheel and your hand holds your chest. Everything comes crashing to you now and you finally realise you are absolutely, completely crazy to commit crimes to garner this man's attention — something he still hasn't given you yet.

You lift your head up and look at Chan, your eyes with want and hope and just expectations that he'll be yours. Your body unknowingly leans forward, your hand pushing up the loose strands of hair away.

"Stop looking at me like that," he tells strictly, his eyes shooting a glare at you.

"Look at you like what?"

"Like you want me," he frowns. "Like you want me to ruin you further." You lean further, trailing your fingers up his firm, strong arm.

"I'm not looking at you like that," you pout. "I just want you to give me a chance." You sit back against the driver's seat, folding your arms and still looking at him with hope, innocence laced underneath your orbs.

"I'm serious, Y/N," Chan warns you. "This was supposed to scare you away. You deserve better. You deserve a man that doesn't do crimes to survive a day."

"No," you huff, eyes narrowing. You shake your head and the loose strands of hair fall forward once again. "I deserve you."

Chan will never say it out loud, but he loves you like that with your hair strands forward. He fucking loves how your strands border your face and highlight how pretty you are, how flushed your cheeks are around him, how perfect you are that he just wants to ruin you, completely.

"Get in the back."

It's firm and there is a resolve that stirs something within you. Chan runs a hand through his hair and mumbles, "Don't say I didn't warn you, babygirl."

With a few shuffles in the next few minutes, you find yourself in the current position. You are bent over Chan's lap in the back seat of this expensive Porsche, your skirt pushed up, panties pulled down.

"Are you already wet from me exposing you?" Chan sniggers. His warm hand runs slow circles into your cheek, thumb grazing harshly at the same time and in a minute, his hand lifts up to spank your arse. You gasp, your spine straightening and you grip on the leather covered seat.

He chuckles, "Babygirl, you just grew wetter with that." Chan rubs your hair with his other hand. Tears prick the corner of your eyes when he rubs the red skin to land a harsh blow against it again.

You scream, "Chan, please." You can feel the slick arousal that has gathered in between your legs, your body shivering. You are sure that you are dripping onto Chan's denim by now.

Chan's slaps gets periodic, with a little more force in every single one of them. You start to twitch and convulse with every hit, biting back moans, tears spilling and it's weird how something you have never tried before is what pivots you to feel close. He rubs your red skin, leaning forward to blow cold air against them and you gasp. "You're such a good girl for me. So obedient. So innocent. And all mine to corrupt."

One final slap and you begin to leak profusely, trying to rub your core against his leg. You whimper shamelessly, unable to hold back any longer.

Chan ends the spanking almost abruptly and the lack of contact makes you cling onto his thighs, fingers digging into them in desperation, body shaking miserably at what he has already done to you. You close your eyes for a minute, trying to control your breath, when suddenly you feel his fingers carressing your pussy.

"So wet for me. You are leaking, baby girl. That's hot," he coos. "So fucking hot." Before you have even a minute to register what Chan's doing, two of his fingers are inside you. Your breathing becomes shallower and laboured, and you dig your fingers further into his thick thighs. He turns his fingers in you and you let out an etched cry. He whispers, bending forward, "You know what's hotter? You stealing cars with me and me fucking you stupid in the backseat of every single one of them."

Chan doesn't play around and gets right to it, pumping his fingers into you, stretching your walls. The rhythm and skill he moves is with such finesse that he makes you a putty in his hold. You and him seem to blend together in a harmony of your own. You swear to heavens you have never felt a pleasure like this. Chan's fingers, thumb brushing against your hot arse cheeks, relentlessly thrust into you as it, with every drag of his fingers, stains you further and further into an abyss of corruption with him.

"You love when my fingers are this deep in you, don't you, baby girl?" Chan's thumb rubs against your clit, slow circles into them as he presses into the button. "Go on, baby. Clench down on my fingers."

"Chan," you gasp, your core tightening on order. "Fuck."

"What a filthy word leaving your innocent mouth," he clicks his tongue.

You quickly become overwhelmed, hypersensitive to everything around you — the harsh material of the denim, Chan's fingers knuckle deep in you and his thumb pressing into your clit. In the back of your head, you are still unable to process that you are being fingered to oblivion by the one you have obsessed over in the backseat of a car you stole. Your mind is clouded with pleasure, pleasure that become even more distinct when he manages to wriggle another finger inside of you.

Within seconds, it all falls apart. Like a star exploding in you, it starts. Your pussy spasms around Chan's fingers, gripping them so tight that his fingers slow down in motion to feel how clenched you are. He thrusts few more times before he buries his fingers deep inside you, rubbing your clit vigorously. Your eyes roll back and you are crying out, wailing loudly shamelessly as you begin to gush around his fingers. Your slick arousal spurts forward staining his denim jeans and his fingers, wetness running down his knuckles.

Chan lets you ride it out till your body has calmed down, orgasm receding and your chest is heaving in to take in the air. He pulls his fingers out, only to stick them into his mouth, tongue wrapping around them and your mouth parts, gaping at the sight and honestly too tired to do anything else. He sucks on his fingers coated in your arousal before he finally chuckles.

"Guess I got my innocent baby girl too corrupted that she squirted all over me and made a mess."

"Please," you beg. "A little more. Can't I stay in your arms for a little while longer?" You snuggle into Chan's broad chest, inhaling his natural scent that calms you almost instantly. Chan wraps his right arm around you, his warm hand pressed against your cold, bare back, holding you close to him as he kisses your neck.

"Let me go make a bath. I'll hold you in the warm water, fine?" And he lays you back gently, removing your arms from him as he gets up.

"No," you whine, your arms stretching and your hands moving up and down in a needy manner. Chan, however, will not have it. He knows how sore you get after nights like this and he doesn't want to put you through that pain he once happened to over your whines. "I'll be back," he sings and rushes to the bathroom, your soft whines in the air that makes him smile softly. He turns the water on, it rushing down with force and Chan runs his hand through it to test the temperature. He stops the water and you hear it, edging closer to the bed in eager anticipation for Chan to hold you once again.

He comes back, smiling at you and you stretch your arms again. Chan laughs softly, "Come here, my baby girl. Let me take care of you." He bends forward. Instinctively, your arms move to wrap around his torso, and supporting yourself against him, you bury your face into his chest. With delicate movements, careful of your aching body, Chan guides you towards his bathroom.

You simply hug your boyfriend and let him steer your bodies, trusting him more than ever. You do trust him more than anything in this whole wide world. Enough to blindly let him do anything he wants to you because you know for a fact that he hates to see you hurt.

Chan lowers you into the warm waters. You cower into yourself at the sudden contact and he smiles fondly. The warm water against your bare, heated flesh causes you to sigh in relief, your hand still in Chan's as he laughs at how happy you look.

"Told you that you needed this," and he moves you forward a little, enough to make space for him to slip in behind you. His long legs on either side of your body and his chest pressed against your back. He keeps his promise. You boyfriend holds you in this warm bath he has prepared for you and your heart flutters.

Felix thrusts in you at a relentless pace. How is it that you, the youngest daughter of the pastor, is here in this situation, being mercilessly fucked by the devil in the heavenly presence of the Almighty.

He tugs at your arm, arching your shoulders and the other hand coming in a sharp contact with your rear as he thrusts into you, his cock sharply moving against your soft interiors. You are crying at the pace he keeps and the devil is proud.

"Look at you defiling this place," he laughs. He spanks your arse again, the skin becoming hot and your eyes close in a mix of pleasure and pain. Your wetness is more ardent as it coats his thick length, squelching at every moment embarrassingly.

You are crying. You are moaning and you are screaming Felix's name at the altar, begging for the devil to fuck you even more, to make you dumb – to fuck you dumb and stupid. Felix quickly grabs the ends of the altar cloth, crumpling it in his hands before he uses his hand to turn your head. "Open your mouth," and you do as you are commanded. He stuffs the cloth into your mouth, deep enough for barely any sound to make through and you scream even louder, even though muffled sounds only let loose. You grip on the end of the table, tears streaming down.

He turns your face once again to look at him and Felix holds you that way as he thrusts into you, your body shaking the table along with you in the impeccable force. You look at the devil glowing, his black shirt half done in your presence, his eyes so dark you could see hell itself in them.

He spanks your arse. Once and then, again and then, again and then, again till your face is red and tears are streaming down. You can barely feel your rear or your lower half as Felix fucks into you, barely stopping. In a minute, he lets go of his hold on your wrists and you collapse forward, face sideways and your breasts are moving against the cloth beneath. The cross falls over to the side with the movement and Felix is delighted.

"What a good girl for the devil," he coos. "I'll corrupt you. Ruin you. Make you mine. I'll corrupt you and infiltrate your thoughts to a point where you cannot live without me. Where you cannot live without me fucking hell into you."

He grabs your arse hardly, carressing it and continues, "Scream as loud as you want. Scream so loud through the very thing that holds the stupid chalice. Make God mad. Make God furious. Allow me to do that as I fuck his favorite child stupid in his own fucking home."

His hand runs up your back before he wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing it and lightly lifting you up with that hold. You sputter out into the cloth your mouth is stuffed with and Felix pulls out for a short while, so short that you barely remember before he thrusts back into you with a force that makes your eyes roll back as he hits a spot so deep in you that you didn't even know it was possible.

"I'll fuck you all night long on this altar until you are left so dumb; until all you can think of is my cock," he leans forward, his eyes locking with yours.

"Until you worship the devil himself."

You jog towards him, phone tight in your hand as you grab hold of his wrist and turn him to face you. How convenient of the two of you to start a fight right in front of the restroom in the shopping mall.

"I'm not your Romeo!" Minho seethes, his eyebrows narrowing at you. "Stop calling me one."

"But you are," you fold your arms as you scan your boyfriend of five years. Fights like these with no absolute meaning is common in your relationship and you don't mind because either of you let go of it easily, only to fall into the other's arm soon enough. Your eyes rake him and you scoff, "So prim and proper and a total gentleman."

"And that's wrong?" Minho raises his voice. This grabs the attention of people passing by and he shakes his head helplessly. You take a step closer to him, tip toeing to reach his ear and you whisper.

"Yes, daddy."

It all happens in a flash. Minho grabs your wrist and drags you to the men's washroom, which is thankfully empty and in the deepest voice ever, his eyes brooding dark, he tells you, "Kneel."

You comply. After all, this is exactly what you want. You have been dating Lee Minho for five years and this man, the finest Romeo of them all, has not even grabbed your arse in public, treating you like a princess outside. As much as you love it, there are moments — moments like these — where you want your boyfriend to go unhinged, to fuck you secretly in public as you try to hold your moan.

Minho unbuckles his belt with one hand, popping the button and taking out his cock in all less than a minute. You are on your knees before him, already finding yourself growing wet at this situation. He takes his cock in his hand and raises his eyebrows at you to come forward, "Take it. Make it wet before you start and you better not moan."

You look back at the closed door of the washroom, finding yourself wetting your panties at the thought of someone walking in right when Minho's dick is deep down your throat, his hand clutching your hair.

You wrap your hands around his length, salivating at the sight and mumbling, "Fuck. This is perfect." You let go of it only to spit onto your hand, rubbing it over and holding his length. You move your hand up and down his length, spitting on his cock once again. Minho takes hold of your hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail, lightly holding it. He mumbles darkly, "Your mouth. Use your mouth, bitch."

"Sure thing, Romeo," you smirk and lick his length, dragging your tongue across his vein on the underside of his shaft. He tightens his grip on your hair at your words, seething, "Y/N, you sure are testing my patience."

And in a minute, Minho pushes into you. You gag at his length, pulling your head away and sputter, barely being able to say, "Could have given me a warning."

"Didn't think you would need it. Come here," his voice is thick with lust and he holds your hair back again. "Let me fuck your face."

Minho can be harsh when he needs to. In the public however, you were not aware until today. Minho holds your hair tightly and fucks your face like he is so mad at you for calling him Romeo. He thrusts into your mouth harshly, and you hollow your mouth to slightly suck at it at the same time. You gag against his length, vibration running down his cock and Minho moans loudly before cutting it short by biting his lip, aware of the public place he is in.

You press your tongue flat against his cock and Minho is ruthless. You groan, tears streaming down your face and you sputter and gag, saliva falling off your mouth and dripping down your sides. Minho praises you, "Such a good girl now. Finally putting your mouth to good use. My girl's so good."

Minho thrusts into your mouth at a steady pace. And then you still. You grip on Minho's thigh tightly to pause him, your lips still wrapped around his length. You hear steady footsteps and giggles getting louder in the direction of the men's restroom and your heart beat escalates. Minho quickly drags you into one of the cubicles. You hear the loud chatter, finally being able to grasp what they are saying.

You pull back to look up at Minho and are about to tell him that you could get caught when he quickly pulls you into him, his length chocking you suddenly and your throat constructing around it instinctively as a reflux. Your eyes widen and tears stream down and Minho's lips are pursed and he is finally carressing the side of your face, brushing your hair.

"We still have time. Don't make a single noise. Don't gag, don't stutter and don't you dare moan," Minho says calmly. He gathers your hair again and pulls it back, his cock hitting the back of your throat and your eyes rolling back before they try to focus on him.

"After all, you wanted me to be more than just your Romeo. I'll be that. I'll make you my bitch."

His lips sucks into your skin, tickles running down your spine as he brushes against it, repeating the action, letting the red stains slowly turn purple and decorate your skin.

You turn in his hold, his warm hands on your naked hips — the two of you being completely soaked by the water that pours down from the shower head over the two of your figures. You cup his face, smiling warmly at the love of your life before angling his face to kiss him, slowly and softly.

It's this intimacy with Jisung that you love. This fragile, gentle loving he offers you along with his whole world.

You pull at his lips softly as you move yours on the soft lips of his. Jisung pulls you in closer, wet bodies brushing against each other. He pulls away, humming against your lips in satisfaction.

He lowers his body down slightly, before wrapping his lips on your bud. His huge hand covers the other breast as he sucks on your nipple. His fingers dig into your right breast before it slowly massages the mound, his thumb brushing against the erect bud. He does not lose focus on the one between his lips, letting his teeth graze against it lightly and you moan, a shudder running down your spine.

The bud between his fingers is up impossibly hard and so is he as his erect cock brushes against your thigh. He twists the bud slightly, the small pain shooting up through your nerves only stimulates you more and you gasp in his hold.

"Jisung," you moan, fingers running through his wet hair. Your other arm stretches a bit further behind to increase the temperature of the water, craving more warmth from somewhere, anywhere. "Jisung, baby, please. Need you badly."

"Do you now?" he responds, before sucking on your other nipple, providing the same teasing, affection and care for it. Your back arches in the pleasure. Jisung's arms are right around you to pull you closer into him. His fingers dig into the flesh by your hip and you gasp out loudly, soft grunts leaving your lips just as Jisung loved.

"Please," you gasp. "I'll do anything. Just please—" you groan as his tongue laps across your nipple exactly at that minute, "Fuck— need you, baby."

"Anything for my girl." Jisung stands up, hand still covering your breasts, moving over them so gently that you feel the goosebumps arise. "Always did want to take you in the shower."

His hands fondle your breasts before tracing your figure and moving downwards, pads of finger tapping your engorged clit in a periodic fashion and you definitely would have buckled and fallen in the shower had it not been for your boyfriend holding you up.

"You like that?"

"So fucking much," you gasp, head lolling forward and your hand absent-mindedly falls down to graze his cock. Jisung flinches, and so does his cock. "Fuck, Y/N. Careful."

"Do you want me to—"

"Please," he beg, his forefinger increasing the pace it taps your clit at and the minute your fingers wrap around his thick length, his fingers enter you in a swift glide, so easily that you gasp at how wet you are. His forefinger and middle finger rubs against the walls before he spreads them apart, scissoring within you and stretching you out all for him. You groan his name, grip tightening on his cock as you move your hand over his length, the water from the shower lessening the friction.

Jisung thrusts the fingers back into you after pulling them out, repeating it over and over till he knows you're absolutely close and to a point where you could go unhinged. His thumb taps on your clit repeatedly and it's the exact extra push you need.

And before you could release, your boyfriend removes his fingers from your warmth, leaving you clenching down on nothing, voice cracking as you whine. However, Jisung, in a minute, holds you close to him and presses you against the shower wall, kissing your neck and biting into the skin, hard enough to leav another bruise, mumbling against the soft skin of yours,