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Ingrid bites her lips, but felt herself smiling. She wasn't sure if he was pulling one of his pranks or not. She bobs her head, and he pulls her hand from over her eyes. Ingrid blinks, her eyes widening at the sight of the luxury vehicle in front of her. Not to mention it's unique indigo hue. Indigo is one of her favorite colors, next to lavender.

She feels her heart swelling, standing speechless. Jin pulls a fob from his pocket, and the headlights flash as the car chirps. "It's yours. D'you like it?" He asked, wearing that big, proud grin on his face.

Ingrid pulls herself together, folding her arms and bobbing her head quickly. "Yeah, it's really nice Jin! I... I dunno what to say, thank you!"

He noticed how off she was, though, and his smile fades a bit, "You don't like it." He observed.

Ingrid shakes her head, "No, Jin, it's really nice! I really appreciate it," she stated sincerely, reaching toward his face and standing on her toes to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. But he still didn't seem to favor her lacking reaction.

"Is it the color? I can get it repainted-"

"Jinnie," Ingrid sighs, "There's nothing wrong with the car, baby. I love it." He hums, a frown growing on his lips. She watched him push his hair back, his hair was a bit long, now. It framed his face, drew more attention to his frustrated expression. He pursed his lips, completely dissatisfied with her reaction.

"I heard you and your friends talking and you kept saying how much you want to get around on your own..." He muttered, trying to justify it. Ingrid gapes, he didn't need to justify his gesture to her at all. It was very thoughtful. She just wished he consulted with her first.

"I appreciate it, baby, I do-"

"But what?" He asked, irritation and frustration tainting his tone.

"B-But..." She wasn't sure how to put it into words. The anger flaring up on his expression was making her guilt bubble up inside her.

"Spit it out." He demanded in a harsh tone, one he'd never directed at her before. She was a bit taken aback by his bluntness, but obliged him in as careful wording as she could find.

"It's just... Where are we going to put this car? And what if the tabloids follow me around? I just-"

He scoffs, "You weren't worried about tabloids when you were complaining to your friends. How much you 'miss your freedom'," he used air quotes, his demeaning tone seeming to mock her. Ingrid clenches her jaw, folding hers arms. "I thought that you'd appreciate something like this."   "What are you saying?" Ingrid wondered, not sure what he was getting at exactly.

"Exactly what I said!" He returned, his angry tone raising at her.

"First of all, I didn't ask you to buy me a car, Jin. I made sure not to ask you-"   "Right, because you have too much pride to ask me for anything. You have no problem telling your friends how miserable you are, though." He scoffed.

Ingrid purses her lips, "You know that's not true. I don't need your money to be happy with you. And for the record, my friends don't dismiss my feelings the way you do!"

"They don't buy you luxury cars either." He fired back.

"Jin-"

"You know what? Why do you tell them so much, anyway? They don't need to know everything about our lives."

"I don't tell them everything!"

"I don't believe that for a second, Innie. The way you whined like a spoiled child about how you 'always have an assigned ride to go anywhere.' 'You never have privacy.' Bullshit. They don't need to know that shit."

"Who are you to say what I can and can't say to them?" Ingrid demanded.

"I'm your boyfriend, Innie. And I don't know if you noticed, but I'm a celebrity who struggles to keep his life private enough as is. And here you are telling everyone everything about us!" His bitter sarcasm stung, and she felt a pang of heart strike her chest.   "I told you, I don't do that-"

"Please, the first thing they do is tell the tabloids everything. How do you think I even found out about your little pity party?"

Ingrid huffs, not having known anything about that. She avoided the media at every chance, but it always seems to find her. But she didn't know who else she could talk to about these things. Since getting with Jin two years ago and taking that leap of faith to move in with him after only eight months, her life hasn't been normal. She thought some other women in similar positions would understand, and they seemed to totally empathize.

"Ingrid," he called forcefully. "I don't want you talking about our relationship with them."

She sighs in frustration, feeling a hot ball swelling in her gut. It wasn't fair. "What, like you don't tell your members about us? Our sex life?"

He blinks at her jab, not having expected her to know about that. But he regains his angry composure, "That's different-"

"How's it different?"

"Because my members are in the same boat as me. And they would never sell our business like that for attention or profit. They know they have to be careful."

"Oh, so I'm just a dumb bitch, then?" She fired, watching as his brows furrowed closer together.

"I didn't say that-"

"You're talking down to me like you think I am. I don't know this lifestyle, Jin! How was I supposed to know that my so-called friends would do that? Why would I expect you to buy me a car all of a sudden just 'cause you can?" He heard her breath shake, and saw her warm skin start to flush. He sighs, softening at the sight. Ingrid huffs in exasperation, turning back toward the building and storming inside it. She was trying to hide the fact that he'd made her cry.

Jin sighs, placing the key fob back in his pocket. "Fuck." He cursed to himself, looking around the lot to ensure no one else was around the private establishment to have witnessed their argument.

He pulls his fingers through his hair, looking at the car he'd bought with scorn. Maybe he should have consulted her first, instead of assuming and jumping to conclusions. And he knows how funny Ingrid is about him spending money on her. She didn't grow up with much money and had a fickle relationship with it; her values weren't at all materialistic. He knows that about her. She reminds him all the time: every time he goes out of his way to get her something she didn't particularly ask for - she never asks him for anything - she reminds him about how such things didn't make her happy. Of course, she always appreciated the gesture, but accepting such gifts that he felt she deserves always seemed to put her in a bind. She's always been that way.

She mentioned once how it almost felt like he was flaunting it, the fact that he has a lot of money he could do what he wanted with. And to show it he constantly had to buy her things. She didn't like that side of him. The Jin that felt he has something to prove to her. She didn't need proof, though, and he knows that.

He locked their door behind him when he entered their apartment, trying to spot her somewhere nearby. He hoped she wasn't crying. That would break him. He checked every room before the bedroom, and as he'd expected she had to have been in there. Seokjin sighs to himself, bracing himself for the abrasive conversation he knew they had to encounter. They really ought to talk this through, before one of them does or says something regrettable to the other.

He opened the door, but startled when he heard a soft moan from the bathroom. Thinking the worst, Jin barges inside. He blinks in surprise at Ingrid, she was fully naked, though her features were a bit difficult to make out with so much steam circulating in the humid bathroom.

He approaches her nearer, noticing her hand tucked between her legs. "Ingrid," he called softly.

She looks up at him, his concerned face. She huffs shakily, rushing over into his embrace. Jin stumbles a bit as she gripped his collar, leaning up on her toes to whisper in his ear, "I don't care what you have to say, right now. I just need you to fuck me." The sultry, honey-sweet tone she used was saturated with lust and passion.

Jin gazes into her dark eyes, completely unsure where this powerful lustful spirit was coming from. But he'd be damned if the warm, gentle vibration of her sweet voice didn't make his stomach hot. She grips his shirt in a fist, and when he didn't move - still stiff with absolute shock - she huffed and gripped his wrist, pulling his hand toward her breast to fondle her. Jin got the message immediately, massaging her supple and soft breast in his palm. The sheen of her sweet smelling body oil still dressed her skin. She tugs his other hand down to her waist, draping one arm over his neck and the other descending toward his zipper.

"Ingrid..." He started, starting to grab at her hands.

"Jin, please. I don't ask you for anything else...!" She begged, and he sighs, looking at her expression. He knows she's still a bit hurt by his arguments, but she was obviously in no mood to discuss things very reasonably. She was irritable, and worse: horny. She lays warm, damp kisses to his collar and neck. Jin groans, her fingers tugging at his garments just enough to grip his shaft.

Jin's lids shut at the bliss, she wasn't rough with him, like he'd expected her to be. Instead of pumping him hard and fast to unleash the pent up anger she felt, she had a firm grip around him, and she tugged at an agonizingly slow rate. He pants, but she silenced him with a deep and sloppy kiss.

"Fuck," he groaned, feeling his hips jerk harshly into her hand. Her cheeks flush hotly, his hand squeezing her breast at the pleasure. Jin peels his eyes open, groaning when her hand stopped it's deliciously slow and forceful movement. He wraps his arms under her thighs. Ingrid yelps, gripping his neck tightly as he carries her to the nearest wall, pressing her back into it.

She pants in exasperation, gripping his face and pulling him up to kiss her. Jin grunts again, squeezing her thigh as he aligns himself with her. Her soft folds already felt like heaven against his body. He presses his hips harshly into hers, forcing her legs to spread further. Ingrid whimpers, holding her breath as he slips in with ease.

He smirks at her expression, the overwhelming bliss as he stretched her, caressing her warm, moist walls. She bites her lip, he felt her fingers tug hard at his ebony locks before she clenched her hardest.

"Shit," Jin cursed, feeling her lock her ankles around his back. She had a ghost of a triumphant smile at her lips, and he knew she was making it difficult for him on purpose. She liked making him throb, and any chance she had to do it she would take.

The pressure was hot, and the subtle friction they made as he struggled to move and she fought to grip him was enticing. He drops his head onto her shoulder to gather himself. She hums proudly, assuming his defeat. But he wasn't letting this weakness of his win that easily.

He pulls his face from her shoulder, looking her straight in the eyes. She sinks into his hot gaze, unable to break it. She watched him smirk, pulling back his hips slowly and thrusting up into her roughly, making her whole body jump. Her eyes rolled back, head falling back onto the wall. She moans softly, her ankles breaking free. Still, she tried to keep her walls clenched round him as tightly as she could. But he knows how much she loves a good pounding. She'll be melting into him in no time.

Ingrid bites her lips hard as he pumps her again, their skin making that sinful slapping noise. She squirms into him, as if to beg for a quicker beat. He felt her toes curling against his calves. He's got her now, "Where is it, huh?" He demands huskily, pumping her again.

She whimpers, gripping his broad shoulders shakily. He feels her waist starting to tremble, and her arousal dripping onto him. He clenches his jaw, wrapping his hand around her back to pin her close to him. She whimpers, squirming at the friction, he pumped his hardest again. Ingrid gasps loudly, her lips parting and her eyes shutting blissfully. Jin chuckles darkly, not bothering to pull away this time. "Found it."

Ingrid whimpers in anticipation, gasping again as he pumps his hips up into her, keeping a smooth and steady rhythm. He pulls at her thigh, ensuring it stayed spread as far as she could manage. Ingrid's moans grow in volume, the delicious motion of him massaging and hitting her most sensitive spot makes her whole body flush with heat. He watches her large breasts jiggle and bounce in an almost hypnotizing fashion.

"J-Jin...! Oh, God!" She cried, pulling him into her neck and gripping his back. She pants loudly, groaning into his ear as her climax hits her full force. Her thighs tremble around his waist, nails digging into his shoulder blades.

"Don't you ever clench like that again." He scolded her, she reaches and moves his sweaty hair from his eyes.

"Fuck you," She denied with a roll of her eyes, "I'll do what I want." She shudders as he pulls her leg a bit higher, and her hips quiver around his waist.

"You're just afraid to take it. Just like you are with my money." He grunted.

"I'm not... ugh... scared..." She pants, she squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath before melting again. Her hips gyrate roughly into his. The motion makes him bite back his groans.

"Who the fuck..." Jin groans as she clenched again, this time involuntarily. "...do you think you're fooling, Innie? My money intimidates you."

She moans at the top of her lungs, tugging on his roots hard. "Shit...! Right there!" He pistons his hips right where she wanted, her hot body quaking each time their skin met. Her hand wraps around his middle, pulling his body into hers more. He watched her jaw fall open, eyes rolling back for a moment.

She felt his hips spasm and within a moment's notice he grunted loudly, resting his head back on her shoulder as he releases. Her fingers glide through his hair. Jin hisses as he pulls away from her body, setting her back on her feet safely. He didn't let her go just yet, knowing how light-headed she'd be after the strong orgasm she'd just had.

"Admit it, Innie."

"No. It's not true." She countered, she moves past him further into the bathroom, grabbing a wash towel to clean them up. They both needed a shower. Though as soon as Ingrid was satisfied with the clean up, she moved over toward their bed. Jin follows her into the bedroom, knowing they weren't done with this conversation.

She lies onto her back, legs lazily parted for him to see. He watched her nimble fingers reach down to massage herself, and swallowed at the sight, feeling his stomach get hot again.

Jin shakes his head, "You don't let me give you anything, Innie. Maybe I just want to spoil you every now and then."

She sighs, shaking her head, not looking his direction. She sets her sultry gaze on the ceiling, sighing in delight. Jin watched her fingers move: slow, small circles. She wanted it no other way. "Come over here." She demanded softly.

He tugs off his shirt, dropping his pants, too. He was getting hot with so many layers on. Ingrid parts her legs for him to climb between, not adding anything as he hovers over her, faces just an inch apart.

She pulls her fingers from between her legs, pressing her palm to his chest, sliding it down to his tense biceps. He leans down to kiss those delectable lips, but it didn't get nearly as deep as he wanted. She turned her head away just to frustrate him. Fine, two can play. He clenched his jaw and she gasps, gripping his arms tightly as he pushed his full length into her with a rough force.

She looked at him with annoyance, but panted in exasperation. Her hands drop at her sides, looking up at his face. He was waiting for her signal, feeling a tad bit guilty for moving so quickly without a warning.

Her head bobs once, and he starts a slow pace, sinking his weight onto her completely. She loved the pressure. "Jinnie..." She sighs at the bliss. "I already told you I... ah... don't need anything like that."

He sighs, studying her face. He shifts to swipe her hair from her face. She was going to have to re-touch her wig later on. It was one of her favorite ones. The silky ebony bangs were damp with sweat.

"Well maybe I just want to spoil you. Haven't you ever thought of that?" He tried.

Ingrid sighs, her fingers curl into the bedding, he felt her lift her legs, spreading them as far as they'll go. He watches her breasts jiggle with his steady motion.

"I appreciate it, baby, but-" She gasps, "-harder...!" Her face pinches with pleasure, he abides by her command, thrusting as hard as he can manage, making the bed rock with them. Ingrid moans, gripping his arms tightly. Her head drops onto the mattress and she trembles beneath him. He didn't dare stop his motion, eyes trained on her chocolately, perky nipples. He drops his head to pull one into his mouth. God, he loved her breasts. They were large and perky, not to mention soft.

She whimpers loudly, cursing as the rhythm of his thrusts fills the room. She pants, her body relaxing at last. Jin feels the wet mess between them, but doesn't find himself having any gall to stop.

Her breath steadies some, and he regulates his pace, wincing at the pressure. She watched him sit back on his knees, their torsos both drenched with sweat. She lies her head back, looking up at him through her lashes. He grips her hips with his hands, parting her thighs more. "Do you not want the car?" He wondered, with his heavy breath it sounded a bit more forceful than he intended, but he had to know.

Ingrid huffs, her thighs squeezing around him. "It's not about me wanting it, Jin... You assumed I did.... I'm not understanding why you'd just jump to conclusions." She explained.

He sighs guiltily, slowing the movement of his hips. She squeezes his sides, using her ankles to pull him closer. Slowly, he pumps his hips. "So you won't drive it?" He asked.

Ingrid lifts her head a bit to study his disheartened face, she sighs at the sight. She jumps and shudders, resting her hand on his stomach to steady his deep movement. She regathers herself, "Of course I'll drive it.... You've already bought it and... I know you mean well." she pants.

He feels his shoulders lift at that.

"Just... could you please talk to me before making a big purchase like that? Especially for me?" She asks sincerely.

Jin bobs his head at that, massaging her supple thigh. "I'm sorry, Innie."

"I'm sorry, too. About the-" her breath catches, as he'd managed to hit her spot again. "-tabloids." She finished, reaching down and gripping his thigh. She winces, humming in delight.

Jin shakes his head, "Sometimes I forget that you still have a lot to get used to and... it's not fair for me to expect so much of you," Ingrid bobs her head hurriedly.

"We should fuck and argue more often," Jin teased, watching her face contort as her orgasm approaches. Her grip on his thigh tightens.

She bobs her head again, jaw falling open, "Yeah, I think it's really- faster! Fuck, Jin!"

He chuckles in amusement, happily obliging to her demands. He secures a grip around her hips and pumps her quickly, right into that spot. Ingrid moans at the top of her lungs, muttering his name and incoherent curses.

"I'm cumming!" She cried out, he feels her spasm. She pants, taking his hands and letting her pull her upright. She grips his neck, cuddling into him. "Your turn." She muttered.

He grips her supple ass, groaning as she gyrates her hips mercilessly into his body. His eyes start to roll back, and as she grips his hair he felt his whole body twitch. "Shit, Innie..." He muttered, succumbing to his orgasm. She rocked her hips through it's duration before she finally settled. They both pant, trying to gulp down as much air as they could. They were both ridiculously hot and sweaty, but they held one another as exhaustion starts to settle.

She lifts herself up and he hisses at the flow of cool air, feeling her settle onto his lap. They don't share any other words, holding one another securely as their highs pass.

🌺Please tell me what you think! Was the sex scene too much? I'm worried if it was too graphic for the nature of this series. What do y'all think of Jingrid's dynamics and dialogue? I think they're always such a treat to write! I had a lot of fun writing this, but give me your suggestions. Also if you have any questions ask away in the comments or my dms! Thanks, as always!