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Lee Know

You've known Minho since you were 10 years old, but you never really knew if you were close friends or you were just used to being around each other. Well, you knew how you felt about him, but your friend is someone who is very reserved and it was impossible for someone to know how he feels not matter how long they've known him.

You found yourself alone in his living room after the movie night you had with your mutual friends. "I should head home." You said as you got up ready to leave. "Why?" Minho asked. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. The truth is, he was only reserved in front of you because he didn't want you to find out he has a massive crush on you.

"It's just you and I tonight. Why don't you figure my heart out?"

Changbin:

You! And only you! He was obsessed with you, in the best way possible. Every time Changbin looked at you or heard your voice his body would fill with pure serotonin. You were everything he wanted, everything he desired. "I'm in love with you!" is the sentence Changbin would tell you at least a few times a day, because he knows you deserve to hear it, you deserve to be showered with love and affection, and he did just that.

Hyunjin:

Fame! Fans! Money! He had it all. He worked so hard to get wherever he is now, to be able to stand on stage with his members and perform for his many fans who are always eager to see him. But there was only one thing Hyunjin wanted...no, he needed, he needed you. Ever since the first time Hyunjin laid his eyes on you he knew you were the one.

"I want to hold you, come on." Your husband whined as he made grabby hands at you. You laughed at his cute antics. "Finish your dinner and I'll give you all the cuddles you need, okay?!" You sat back on the stool in front of the table after putting your dirty plate in the sink. "I'm going to make myself some tea." You announced as you stood up again. "I love you!"

And that's all he needed to hear.

Jisung:

Walking down in the street of New York, you held hands and searched for the nearest cafe to get coffee and get warm. Living in New York was a big challenge for your husband. You often worried about him, too many people, very loud and hectic streets, it was too overwhelming for him, but he always managed to say "The only time I feel I might get better is when we are together." And it was the truth! You are his comfort, the person he knew would always stay by his side and help him if he needed help. Jisung felt at ease whenever he was with you, no matter if there were 1000 other people around you, he felt like it was just the two of you.

Felix:

Felix has always been a very energetic and loving boy, and no man on earth could say something bad about him, or at least the people who knew him. But deep inside Felix has always been missing something, or should I say someone. Always acting happy in front of others to get away from awkward situations or unwanted questions. He lived like this until you showed up with your beautiful smile. Felix could never hide anything from you, for some reason you always knew if something was wrong. And that's why he chose you, because you completed him, because you were his happiness.

Seungmin:

Sitting at the cafe with your notebook placed on the table in front of you, you took a sip of your hot chocolate, the warm liquid filling you body. "Hey!" You heard a familiar voice. Lifting your gaze up away from the cup you met your boyfriend's eyes. He smiled sweetly at you as he grabbed the cup filled with the warm beverage, bringing it closer to his lips before taking a sip out of it. "Order your own, Seungmin!" You scoffed before a chuckle left your lips. "How did you know I was here?" You asked the grinning boy that sat in front of you.

"I followed the sound of your heart."

Jeongin:

Jeongin was confused. He thought you were his best friend, he thought you would always be his best friend, but there he is now standing in front of you after confessing his feelings for you he didn't even know he had. "I think I'm falling for you." He said one more time to make sure he wasn't only thinking inside his head. "I think I'm falling for you too."

Sangyeon let’s go of you and you touch your wrist that has turned red. He turns around and before anyone even gets to speak, you feel the palm of his hand across your cheek. He hit you. You hear some of the boys gasp as you start tearing up, your cheek burning. You’re done for.

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT! WE SHOULD’VE KILLED YOU WHEN WE FIRST SAW YOU, BUT NO WE GAVE YOU A NICE ROOM AND WERE NOTHING BUT SWEET TO YOU. AND THIS YOUR REWARD?!” He yells as everyone just stares at the two of you.

“YOU WERE JUST GONNA REPORT US HUH? YOU WERE JUST PRETENDING TO CARE FOR US SO YOU COULD JUST BETRAY US WHEN WE LEAST EXPECTED IT, RIGHT?” His hand lifts up again and you flinch expecting another slap, but it never comes. You open your eyes to Hyunjae grabbing Sangyeon’s wrist, stopping him from slapping you. “Enough.”

Sangyeon takes a deep breath finally coming to his senses. He didn’t want to hit you, but as soon as they finally found you, he saw red. “Changmin, Eric, take her to the storage room.” He orders before walking away

When you enter the storage room, they close the door behind you. Jacob told you once before about how the storage room is the only room with a lock or cameras in the house. You sit down on the floor and finally breakdown, sobbing loudly.

When you’ve finally calmed down, you hear the lock and the door opens. It’s Jacob. He comes in with an emergency kit and gives you a faint smile. “I would ask if you’re okay but I already know the answer to that.” He tries to joke and you give him a small smile.

“Let’s see.” He gently grabs your jaw and starts cleaning up the wound on your cheek, the other one still red from the hit. You notice the bandage around his arm, around the place you stabbed him. “Sorry, I didn't know it was you.” You mutter looking down. “It’s okay, I understand.” He softly pats your shoulder.

When he’s done with your face he cleans up the wounds on your knee and elbows. You give him a barely audible ‘thank you’ and he leaves to get you blankets and a pillow. He tells you goodnight, once you two made up your ‘bed’ and as soon as he leaves you break down again, and so you cry yourself to sleep.

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Weeks go by and you’re back in your room again, which now has locks on the window and a camera. Jacob brings you your meals and the only time you go outside your room is when you go to the bathroom or when they have to take you with them on their missions. During the missions you just quietly stay put.

Ever since the day you tried to escape you haven’t spoken or even looked at the boys, besides jacob. They, except for Sangyeon, tried to speak to you a few times, but you just ignored them and they eventually gave up. You’ve been crying yourself to sleep every night and besides eating all you do is sleep and shower, just waiting for your days to be over.

You’re awake but your eyes are closed trying to get more sleep. Winter is coming and it’s starting to get colder. You’ve been here for about two months now. You put your blanket over your head and sigh.

Hyunjae knocks on your door slowly opening it. You look up expecting Jacob. You two make eye contact for a second before you look down again. He gives you your breakfast and you nod at him.

You expect him to leave, but he doesn’t, instead he sits next to you on your bed. He inspects you as you eat. You look exhausted, eyes puffy from crying all night. He feels his heart breaking looking at your state. He feels so helpless, he wants to do something but he knows that he can’t. He knows how stubborn Sangyeon is, he’ll never let you go.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters, you look up at him confused. “I’m sorry I got you into this situation.” He feels like it’s all his fault, he was the one that pleaded Sangyeon, who wanted to kill you at the store after they took everything, to just keep you as a maid. Usually he would be the one to propose the idea of killing a witness, but as soon as he laid eyes on you in the store, he felt something he has never felt before, something he can't describe.

You don’t know why but you feel tears coming up. You try to turn away but Hyunjae grabs you and pulls you in a hug. You rest your head on his shoulder and start crying as he rubs your back.

Hyunjae holds you close, his heart racing faster than he thought was possible. After you have finally calmed down, Hyunjae tells you to rest up and you sleep till Jacob gives you your dinner, returning to your usual schedule.

A week later not much has changed besides the fact that now both Jacob and Hyunjae also give you your meals. They’re the only ones you interact with making small talks when they drop by.

“What does your room look like?” You ask Jacob, who places your food beside you. “Want me to show it to you?” You nod excitedly and he laughs. “Eat up then i’ll show you.”

After you’re done eating, Jacob brings you to his room. When you enter his room you’re hit with the scent of vanilla and rose. Around his wall he has posters of movies and his bed is neatly made up, just like the rest of his room. “Wow, it's pretty.” “Thank you.” He smiles looking down with his hands in his pockets.

Jacob doesn’t know why but every time he’s around he gets a bit nervous and his heart starts beating faster. He knows he shouldn’t be feeling like this since you're their captive, but he can’t help it.

You look around some more while Jacob sits on the bed. You turn your head to the right and look at the ground, spotting a gun in the corner of his room. You decide to not point it out and go on with your mini tour.

After you and Jacob talk about random things for like an hour, you go back to your room. “It was nice seeing you get out of your room again. My room is always open for you to hang out!.” Jacob smiles and you thank him before he closes the door behind him.

A few days later you have another big mental breakdown again, the fifth of the month. You want to leave. You need to leave. But you can’t. Out of frustration you grab your hair. You can’t take it anymore. You needed to find a way out. But how?

You already tried to escape once it’s impossible to do that now. You needed to end this. Suddenly Jacob’s gun comes to your mind. You needed to end them. You started laughing. You were just gonna do it, you were going to kill infamous criminals The Boyz.

You spent the next couple of days trying to come up with a plan when Jacob one day mentions they were going to have a movie night later that day, he asked if you wanted to join them but you declined. After he left you couldn’t help but smile. Tonight is the night.

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“NO! No horror movies.” Eric tries to fight Changmin of him, earning a bite from the older one. Eric starts screaming and let’s go of the remote. Changmin grabs it and starts the movie. The tv is so loud they can’t hear any noises from outside the living room.

You walk into Jacob’s room about 20 minutes after the movie started, grabbing his gun. Thank god it’s loaded. You slowly walk downstairs and sneak into the kitchen, grabbing a big sharp knife. Before you enter the living room you take a deep breath preparing yourself. The boys are so into the movie they don’t notice you walking in, and thank god the lights are out too. You approach Sunwoo who is the closest to your reach. You point your knife at his neck and get ready to use it.

Sangyeon looks to his side and notices you behind Sunwoo, holding something in both of your hands. He gasps when he sees the knife and gun. “Sunwoo! Behind you!” The boys all jump up and the light goes on.

Changmin speeds to you and grabs you from behind. “Oh my God, Y/n, What the fuck.” Sunwoo breathes in shock. “Y/n! Put that down.” Hyunjae tries to stop you. You feel like you're going out of your mind. You start to laugh hysterically and then start to scream. “NO! let me go NOW!.” You laugh again. “Let me go or you guys are dying.”

“Y/n please.” Jacob tries. “I SAID LET ME GO!” You desperately try to wiggle out of Changmin's arms. You suddenly feel a tear running down your cheek. You didn’t even notice you were crying. “Y/n don’t be stupid put that dow-.” Sangyeon speaks up but you cut him off. “SHUT UP!” Anger starts racing in you, hearing his voice. “You’re the last one I wanna hear right now!” You start to see red as you break down in sobs.

“You guys are horrible. You guys are the reason I don't wanna live anymore. You guys ruined my life. YOU ALL RUINED ME. Either you guys are dying or it’s me!” “Y/n, nobody is dying tonight.” Hyunjae tries to slowly approach you.

“Oh no?” You give them a wicked smile. You notice Changmin’s grip on you loosened a bit giving you the opportunity to lift your hand that’s holding the gun. You point it up to your head. Changmin freezes up and Hyunjae’s eyes widen in fear. “Y/n!-”

Before you can pull the trigger, Juyeon knocks the gun out of your hand letting it fall onto the ground. You let out a loud scream before falling on your knees. You can’t stop your tears from falling and loud sobs from coming out of your mouth.

Both Jacob and Hyunjae run over to you and Hyunjae holds you close to his chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He tries to shush you. You grasp onto his shirt and start to hyperventilate. Jacob kneels before you and runs his fingers through your hair trying to calm you down, while the rest of the boys just stand there in shock.

Hyunjae picks you up and carries you to your room. You finally calm down as he lays you down on the bed. You crawl between the sheets, your back facing him. Hyunjae stays quiet and strokes your hair as you fall asleep.

“I can’t believe she tried to kill me!” Sunwoo puts his hand in the air out of disbelief as Hyunjae walks into the room. “She tried to kill all of us, don’t feel special.” Kevin huffs earning a glare from Sunwoo. “But still!” “Shut up, she’s finally asleep.” Hyunjae sits on the couch.

“How could she be like this?” Eric sighs. Jacob takes a deep breath, he’s been trying to stay calm since the day you tried to run away, but right now the frustration is taking over him.

“Are we surprised she’s like this?!” His voice raises a bit, surprising the members. “Didn’t you guys hear her? We ruined her! She did nothing to this deserve this, yet we got her into this stupid situation!”

“You just had to slap her.” Younghoon turns to Sangyeon. “I don’t know, I didn't want to.” Hyunjae rolls his eyes. “Then apologize.” “Like apologizing is gonna do something.” Sangyeon huffs. “Right, I'm sure she hates us for life now.” Eric leans back in his seat.

“Can’t we just let her go.” Jacob groans. “No! That's out of the question. She’ll report us right away.” “But Sangye-.” “No.”

“And what if we convince her to not report us?” Haknyeon smirks. “You wanna torture her?” Changmin gives Haknyeon a confused look. “Listen, I have a plan.” Everyone groans and Chanhee rolls his eyes. “Not again.”

“No listen, this plan is better.” Everyone turns their attention to Haknyeon as he starts explaining his plan. “Okay so, We’ll just let her live with us as part of the group instead of her being a maid or prisoner or something like that.” Haknyeon smiles as if it’s the best idea in the world.

“We’re called the boyz, not the boyz plus one girl.” Eric snorts. “Okay, but she won’t report her friends, or herself, right?”

“I think it’s a good idea.” Juyeon agrees with Haknyeon. “Of Course you do.” Chanhee sighs. “Well the idea isn’t that bad.” Kevin speaks up. “We could use some help.” “Right, I agree too.” Hyunjae stands up, he doesn’t really like the idea, but everything is better than watching you suffer because of them. After a lot of thinking all of the boys finally agree and go to bed.

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He left calmly with no kiss or hug, and it felt as if you were newly dating, except this time it wasn’t as sexual. He acted as if you were not the source of his desire, and therein lies the problem as to why you are currently on your bed on a Saturday morning with you favorite vibrator. Your mind tried going back to all the previous encounters you had shared with him, but for some reason, you couldn’t push past the edge.  Twenty minutes went by, but nothing.

You reasoned that it was probably the stress from Jungkook asking you to take it slow when it was clear that was not what you wanted.  The entire relationship started off with physical attraction, and you weren’t ready to love like he wanted.  

The tattoos on his hand had really shocked you as well. The reason for them was because that was how he was feeling when he was away from you, dead.  He explained that your name was just a way of him remembering you, but you told him that it was such a huge commitment for someone he barely knew. Of course he insisted that you were worth it, that you would be his only love. And as much as you wanted to reciprocate, you couldn’t.  His demand for your time and energy scared you.  He had gotten an entire tattoo while you still couldn’t tell him you loved him.

Frustrated because your orgasm didn’t come, you throw your vibrator to the side, blowing strands of your hair away from your face.

“Ugh...what have you done to me, Jungkook?” Just as you say his name your phone starts to ring.

“Speak of the devil.” you murmur to yourself. “Hello?”

“Good morning, noona.  How are you?”

“I’m fine, Kookie, and you?”

“I’m good. I was just wondering if you wanted to go out today? Maybe we could go to the pier? I heard they have the best ice cream in town.” 

In truth, you were excited at the prospect of spending time with him.  Even though your reunion was sudden and unplanned, you really had missed him.

“Sure!”

“Great.  I’ll come get you at 12.”

Weeks go by the same as the last with Jungkook wanting to spend time with you. You always end up having fun, but when you get back to your place, he only wants to cuddle.  The cuddling always led to kissing, but never went anywhere else.  

Each and every time you went out, he made it his mission to tease you endlessly. Even going out to eat ice cream was intense. As you ate he watched you. At one point he noticed when some fell onto your bottom lip, so he swiped it up with his finger and slowly licked it off. He had done this all while staring at you with hooded eyes.

The week while at the movies, his fingers kept sliding over your thighs, teasingly creeping up between them, but never reaching the place you wanted him the most.

 Ever since you both made up, he’d become clingier, if that were possible. His reasoning was always that no place was better than to be by your side.  Not only had he become more attached, but he was also more demanding. “You’re mine!”, he’d always whine with a pout, while tucking his head deeper into your neck.

 So at his request, you were both bundled up on your long couch, wrapped in warm cozy blankets.  Your head rested on his chest as he lay back on the arm rest.  Your whole body fit snugly between his thighs.  The truth was you wanted to rip his jeans off and suck him dry, but you were not about to violate this “relationship building” thing he had going on.

An hour into the movie your stomach suddenly grumbles and Jungkook is quick to get up to make sure you were okay.

“Yes! I’m fine.  I think I’m just hungry.” you chuckle and Jungkook doesn’t think it’s funny at all.

“Why haven’t you eaten, noona?  What if you get sick? What do you want me to make you?”

Although it was cute, it became annoying that he thought you were incapable of taking care of yourself.  Not only that but, you were being sexually deprived and all you wanted was for him to take care of your needs, not your hunger.

“Jungkook, I’m honestly fine. Please just stay here. I’ll be right back.”

You get up, stomping to the kitchen in your long black t-shirt that you borrowed from Jungkook. Grumbling, you reach for a banana on the counter and start to devour it.  You’re entire body is facing the sink, so you don’t feel when Jungkook comes in and stands behind you. He watches you intently as you take in bites of the fruit while huffing and puffing your annoyance.  It was obvious why you were upset, and he couldn’t get enough of it.  Every time he saw you, it took all of his strength to resist you. He wanted to give you what you needed, but on his terms.

Moving in a little closer, he indulges in your body heat. Cuddling on the couch just wasn’t enough and he too was on the brink of frustration, but he wouldn’t give up, not yet.

“What are you-”

Before he can finish his sentence you yelp in surprise turning suddenly only to be shocked by his close proximity. “God, you scared me...why do you always do that?” Jungkook simply smiles and dips his head closer to your own. “Because you’re so adorable when you get flustered.”

His closeness makes you weak, knees buckling and head spinning. Not wanting to get caught up with the way his lips almost touched your own, you slip out on the left of him and walk away. Annoyed, you grab a glass of juice and march out of the kitchen.

Jungkook chuckles to himself, finding the entire thing hilarious. He knew it would only be a matter of time before you gave in.  Only when you begged for it, would he give it to you...only when you told him you loved him.

He listens as you stomp the entire way back and then plop on the couch.  The truth was you deserved this, he thought to himself.  You should have known better than to have been with Yoongi all alone in your home drunk. 

Walking back into the living room he finds you on the couch seething.  A plan comes into his head when he sees you drinking your juice. Coming to sit by you, he pretends to miss his spot and on the way down knocks the liquid out of your hand and all over the shirt you were wearing. Although Jungkook loved how sexy you looked in it, he wanted to see it off. You jump quickly off the couch assessing the spill

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, noona.”

“Ah! Kook...oh geez, but this is your shirt…” you pout and Jungkook struggles against the desire to kiss you.

“Don’t worry about it, noona. Here let me help you.” 

Before you can even process what is happening, he grabs at the edge of your shirt and lifts up.  Your hands fly up immediately to cover your breasts.  Jungkook does a nervous head tilt and wonders why you felt the need to hide what he’s already seen.

“Jungkook! Why did you…”

“Noona….why are you covering yourself?”

“Well..because I’m not wearing a bra.”

“And?”

“And...well...you didn’t warn me..and….we’re taking things slow..and…”

You're trying to finish your sentence, but the crease on Jungkook’s brow tells you he’s in distress.  He looks genuinely offended.

The irrational side of your brain decides to let your hands fall to your side.  Jungkook bites his bottom lip and his eyes grow large.  For some reason you feel extremely vulnerable when he doesn’t move... or speak.

“Is this better?”

He nods shyly and whispers, “Don’t ever hide from me, noona.  You’re mine...all mine.”

His words cause a lump to form in your throat and your heart to beat faster.

You can’t find the strength of voice,  so you whisper in return. “Okay, I won’t.”

“Stay here.” His tone is firm yet gentle and so you easily obey. He walks in a few moments later with a small wet towel.  Coming closer to you, he begins to wipe at your skin, cleaning the sugary substance off of your chest. 

At first he begins on the top part of your chest, taking care to wipe every inch clean.  Soon though, he comes down and wipes over your curves gently.  Even though he isn’t doing it in a seductive way, something about the way he worships your skin is intoxicating.  When he reaches a nipple you take in a sharp breath, trying hard not to show how much your core ached to have him.  Your body, however, betrayed you...nipples already hard and pointy. 

You don’t even remember when you closed your eyes, but the sensation was just too much to handle. 

Jungkook enjoys watching you struggle.  The way your skin pricked up the moment he placed the towel against your flesh lit  a fire in the pit of his belly.  Once again he was suffering in the game of “teach my noona a lesson”.  All he wanted was to dip down and take a nipple into his mouth, but he resisted...oh how he resisted. 

“There, all clean.” His husky voice has you opening your eyes, confused as to why he didn’t take full advantage of what he saw. He steps back and pecks you on the lips reverently.

“I gotta go, noona.  I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.” With that he turns to walk out of the door.

You blink twice before your voice spills out into the room uncontrolled.

“You’re a chicken.” 

Lips trembling and frustration levels at an all time high, you can’t hold back deciding you were sick of him being such a baby.

Jungkook turns back, eyebrows raised and face scrunched up into a confused, yet amused expression. Nervously you stand there as he watches you. You want to run, but you resist the urge.  If he sensed how damn scared you were in that very moment, you would lose the upper hand.

“What did you say, noona?”

With the boldness you never knew you had, you puff out your chest and repeat yourself.

“I said, you’re a wuss!” He steps forward and you step back. Deciding to stand your ground you don’t move at the next step he takes forward.  You were determined to let him know that your body was beyond tired of waiting for his little pride to be fixed.  You wanted him and he wanted you, so you didn’t understand the issue. He makes it a few inches in front of you before he releases a sharp breath. “I’m sorry, but what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He looks angry and for some reason it turns you on even more. Originally he had come to you as a baby boy, and you were going to make sure that he remembered that.

“It means what it means, Kook.  You’re too afraid to touch me. You probably can’t handle me anymore.  Is your baby pride hurt so badly that you think you can keep what’s mine?  You’re not the only one around here that can claim things.  I need all of you, yet you are so...so….fuck you, Kook!” You watch him shrink back a bit. It’s as if he didn’t know who you were in that moment, but it quickly fades away.  

His eyes change suddenly, and he steps forward until he completely backs you up against the wall, scanning over your face, lips, and eyes.  There’s so much he wants to say and do, but he does nothing.

His chest is rising and falling with quick breaths and his closeness has you completely faded.  As soon as you go to speak, he slams his hands against the wall near your head. He growls pushing his chest hard against your own, constricting your ability to breathe.  It really didn’t make a difference since you were already out of breath.

“Why would you say that to me, noona? Huh?  Why would you hurt me?”

There is no sadness in his tone, just lust.

 Regretting having been so mean, you plan your next words carefully. Jungkook had a brittle soul and you knew he trusted very rarely.  

“I’m not trying to hurt you. I just don’t know if you still want me.”

He cocks his head looking completely indignant. 

“But I do want you.  It’s you who doesn’t love me.”

He speaks while his mouth feathers lightly over your face and neck.  He inhales your scent and the action makes you rub your thighs together. He notices, so he slides his hands down the wall to settle them on your hips.  Slowly he hooks his thumbs into the band of your jeans and rubs your skin gently.  Everything he’s doing is making you so confused and light headed.  You’re so frustrated that you can’t think straight. “Who says I don’t love you, Kookie?”

At your words Jungkook’s head bolts upright and his eyes crinkle into slits. Tears start to form and he looks so damned soft you want to die. “You love me?”

His thumbs increase in strokes and he moves in even tighter against you.  He seems so happy by your words that you answer him whatever he wants to hear.  The truth was, you did have strong feelings for him, so it wasn’t too far from the truth. “Yes, baby.  I do.”

And that was it.  Jungkook snaps in that instance kissing you rough and hard. His hands roam over your body in desperation and your pussy clenches in response. He takes a moment to catch a breath, grabbing your face between his hands.

“Fuck, noona.  You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”  He turns you roughly, pressing your chest into the wall with his body. As he kisses your neck his hands snake to the button of your jeans, and he makes quick work of removing them from your body. When you go to kick them to the side, he moves a hand down into your panties and roughly cups your cunt.

His other hand grabs your hair while his face buries itself into your neck.  He licks a long stripe up to your ear and then whines out all his anger.

“Noona, you’re so fucking bad to me.  So bad! I’ve only ever wanted to love you...to taste you...be consumed by you. Bend over.”

He pushes you down so that your ass is up.  Your hands are braced against the wall looking for support.  Grabbing at your panties, he tears them apart, and you’re about two seconds from complaining when he slaps you hard on your right cheek. “Such a bad, noona.  So fucking bad. Tell your Kookie how much you love him.”

You don’t answer still recovering from the previous sting.  Tired of waiting, he slaps your left cheek and you cry out into the room. “I love you so much, Kookie.  So much..”

“I don’t believe you, noona.  You’re such a liar.”

Again he slaps you and the sensation brings tears to your eyes.  Only when he rubs over it tenderly with his hands does it all go away. “I really do. Fuck me, Kookie.  Please fuck your noona so good.”

A huge smile graces his features at hearing your words.  Victory, sweet fucking victory.

As you wish, he brings his hard cock up to your wet folds and begins to tease at your opening.  He takes his sweet time coating his veiny length while you wait with legs shaking.

Jungkook is beyond satisfied with the way your body vibrates just for him. Deciding that he’s teased you enough, he begins to slide himself into you ever so slowly.  The way you both groan into the room is lewd and satisfying.  He stretches you completely and you are beyond emotional. When his pace picks up you can’t control yourself . He pounds and pounds while you cry out, hands slipping all over the wall from the force. 

“Such...a ….goood...fucking…..boy….!”

Your words are like a poison coursing through his body, drowning him in you. Grabbing your shoulders he pulls you back into his cock, pushing your pussy to its limits.  You can feel him kissing your cervix and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Jungkook doesn’t want this to end.  He wants to feel your velvet walls wrapped around him forever.  He needs more.  He hasn’t tasted you in so long. 

Pulling you up by your hair so that you’re somewhat flush against his chest, he wraps an arm around your waist securing you in place as you try to balance on the balls of your feet. Having you closer he’s able to kiss and lick your neck while his hand cups your breast.  

His growls make you clench and with his free hand he slides his pointer finger and middle finger over his length and into your folds so he can feel himself sliding in and out of you. 

“Always so fucking perfect.” he whispers into your ear.

Wanting to feel you milk him, he moves his fingers up onto your clit. When he starts to press and move into it, you lose it.  Cumming hard, you cry out savagely, all the pent up need releasing into the room. Jungkook grinds his teeth and pulls you closer as the sensation of you squeezing his cock with your walls overwhelms him.

He helps you ride it out, not stopping his sharp thrusts until he feels you go limp.  He returns you to the wall and spreads your legs wider,  searching for his own high. Your face is flat against the cool surface as you feel Jungkook thrust himself faster. When he finally cums, he  growls out a feral sound. “Mine..all..fucking mine.”

“Yoongi, are you okay?” Namjoon smiles as he watches Yoongi come back from whatever planet he was on.  Feeling embarrassed Yoongi smiles back, grabbing Namjoon’s hand in reassurance.  

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I was just thinking about my friend.”

“Oh yeah, ____, right? Is everything okay with her?”

Was everything okay? He didn’t know.  It had been weeks since he’s heard from you.  The fact that you both shared an office in the same building and he hasn’t been able to catch you boggled him.  Yoongi had an inkling that your lover might be the reason why.  

Curiosity had got the better of him, and he ended up searching Jungkook’s name in the database. It’s not that you were old by any means, but Jungkook was twenty two and just starting his life, so Yoongi didn’t understand what you wanted from the relationship.  The more obvious reason was sex, but the way you disappeared told another story.

“Um, yeah...I’m just worried because I haven’t seen her in a while.”  Namjoon was too perfect, and it wasn’t fair how Yoongi didn’t give him the same attention in return.  He felt bad about it, but he couldn’t find it in him to hurt his feelings.  

Sometimes Namjoon’s attention worked in keeping Yoongi’s mind preoccupied, but other times it did not. Getting up from the table at the cafe, Yoongi bends down and kisses Namjoon sweetly.

“Listen, how about we take a rain check and I’ll take you out to dinner at another time?”

Sweetly Namjoon nods, and Yoongi’s heart constricts even tighter.  He really needed to get over you.

As he walks out of the cafe he tries to text you once more, but again he didn’t get a reply. Annoyed he calls, only to get voicemail.  The only way he knew he’d catch up with you was after one of your lectures.

Rushing to clean up so you can get back to Jungkook, you smile like a fool.  Last you left him, he was naked wrapped in a warm blanket on the floor next to the fire place.  He’d made you scream an insurmountable amount of times last night, and the thought brings a pretty blush to your face.

“____. Hey….”

Surprised, you turn to see Yoongi walking up to you.  He looked great, and seeing him again made you feel uneasy. “Hey, Yoongs! What’s up?” The room felt tense, and the interaction felt awkward. Yoongi walks closer to you, taking in how beautiful you look.  His mind starts getting scrambled, his words disappearing.  “I..How are you? I haven’t seen you in so long.  I thought we were best buddies?” He inwardly cringes at his own words, but lately he wasn’t sure what you were. What could he say to you when things were so obviously not the same?

“Yeah, I’m sorry.  I’ve just been so busy with classes, and stuff. You know… how about you? How’s Nam…? Nam...?”

“Namjoon.”

“Yes, Namjoon.”

Yoongi stays quiet for a bit longer than he should have. He honestly didn’t know how to answer.

“He’s great. So, when are you available for us to get together? I miss you.”

It was the truth, Yoongi thought, but he hated how vulnerable he felt saying it.  

“I..I’m not sure.  I don’t think I can, but I’ll let you know.”

Hating how you were shutting him out, Yoongi snaps.

“____, listen.  What is going on with you?  You barely talk to me anymore.  You never answer my calls or texts.  I don’t even see you anymore.  Are you okay? Is this about Jungkook?”

Your eyes grow wider and the already pink tint on your cheeks turns crimson.  Yes, you weren’t really hiding him anymore, but you didn’t want Yoongi to judge you.  

“Ugh...well..yes. I mean...I’m not ignoring you on purpose.  It’s just hard to balance a relationship and work.”

“Yeah. I get it, but like...it’s me, ____.”

He frowns and you mimic his actions subconsciously.  When did you forget your love for Yoongi?  He was your best friend, at least you hoped he still was.  There may have been that  awkward moment in your relationship, but he didn’t deserve to be ignored. 

“I’m sorry, Yoongs.  Let’s go out tomorrow, yeah?”

A small smile forms on his lips and his eyes brighten.  “Yeah. Let’s do that, just me and you.  Like old times!”

He moves forward to hug you, and you’re startled by the gesture.  Jungkook wasn’t there, but you were afraid that somehow he’d know. Yoongi is completely confused.  Since when had you stopped hugging friends? “Yeah! I gotta go.  I’ll see you then. I’ll call you.” You run off as if he had the plague and as he stands alone in the hall, he wonders what the hell was really going on with you.

Jungkook had been out with Jimin and you hoped he wouldn’t come home to see you getting ready for your night out with Yoongi.  It’s not like you were going to do anything with him, but last time Jungkook saw you with him, he had been very upset. Running into the living room, you grab your purse and keys.  As soon as you bend down to put on your shoes, the front door starts to open. “Fuck!” you swear silently.  Throwing your keys and purse on the couch, you hide them behind a pillow before he can see.

Surprised to see you standing by the door, Jungkook smiles his bright smile at you, and your heart aches a little for not telling him the truth. 

“Wow, you look beautiful, noona.  Is this all for me?”

You should tell him that you were going to go out with an old friend like a big girl, but you can’t find a way to say it to the sweet boy standing in front of you. “Hey...you’re back early. I thought you’d be with Jimin the rest of the night.”

“Yeah, I was, but then I missed you too much.”  You couldn’t argue with that, neither could you take his smile away.  An insane amount of guilt starts to build in the pit of your stomach.  Yoongi would be waiting for you, and yet Jungkook was right in front of you, beaming. “Honey, we’re always together.  Don’t you want some time away from me?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen and his mouth forms into frown.  “No, noona.  I can never get enough of you.” He quickly moves forward enveloping you in a tight hug.  He rubs his adorable nose over your neck and shoulder, taking you in. He feels small even though he’s so much bigger than you. You chuckle when he tickles your neck with kisses. “Kookie...is it okay if I go out?”

He stiffens in your hold, and you immediately regret saying anything. Moving back, he looks straight at you as if you’ve just put a knife into his heart.

“Why? Why..would you leave when I came home to be with you? I missed you so much. You’re mine….mine...mine..mine.” He steps back and stomps his feet.  You didn’t need this right now.

“I was just going to meet up with friends, but if you don’t want…”

“No! I don’t want you to leave.  I need you...I need you here, noona…”

Once again he makes his way into your arms, but this time he dips down to kiss you tenderly. “This is mine..” he whispers into your lips.

 “And this is mine…” he kisses your nose.

 Getting on his knees he presses his face into your cunt. “And this is mine….” The vibrations from his voice make you buck forward and Jungkook smiles.

“Please, noona.  Let me taste you.  You're all mine.  I want everything.” Glancing back to the couch where your phone was hidden in your purse, you pray that Yoongi had the sense to leave when he realizes you weren’t going to show up.

“Okay baby boy. Take off your clothes and go to the bed.  Lie down and close your eyes.” Immediately he obeys, almost skipping into the bedroom.  

You quickly run to text Yoongi an apology and then hide your phone.  You didn’t know what to say next, so you empty your mind of Yoongi, and fill it with thoughts of the naked man waiting for you in the other room.

You find him right where you told him to be.  He looks so ready, cock standing tall against his abs.  His eyes are shut and his body has a light sheen of sweat. He really did love you, so much so, his body reflected it.  

“Such a good boy.” At the sound of your voice you notice his cock twitch. Smirking you walk to the side of the bed and sit next to him.  His hands are at his sides, his body obediently rigid and taught. “What's the matter, Kookie? Did you miss your noona that much?” he quickly nods, tucking his lips into his teeth and pressing firmly.

Wanting to test his limits, you blow air onto his chest and he visibly shudders. Feeling hot, you stand up to remove your clothing. He looks so fucking ready and you haven’t even laid a finger on him.  

Crawling onto the bed, you settle yourself on top of his dick.  Grabbing his arms, you place them above his head as you bend down to whisper into his ear. “Don’t move, no matter what.  Be a good boy, or your noona won’t let you taste her pussy.”

Again he stills, wanting so badly to please you. “Yes, noona. Anything for you.”

Smiling you bite down on his jugular and he hisses. You lick a path from his neck down to his chest, where you take in one of his nipples.  A small whimper creeps out of his mouth and you almost want to cry at how good he sounds for you. You suckle on it gently and his hips buck forward a bit. “Ah...don’t move!” you chastise.

“Ok..I’m sorry.”

Again you flick over his nipple, biting on them just enough to drive him crazy.  Soon your hips starts a rotating motion while his cock slides between your folds.  You’re so wet, each roll of your hips almost slides him inside.  Jungkook wants to enter you so desperately, but he knows he has to be a good boy for you.

The delicious friction of his rock hard cock ignites a fire in the pit of your belly. 

“Fuck, baby.  You’ve got such a big hard cock for your noona.  Are you gonna wreck me, puppy? Please wreck me…”

A switch flicks inside of him and he’s quick to pull you up so that your pussy lines up with his mouth.  “Need to taste you...wanna fuck you…”

Clasping his lips over your cunt, Jungkook licks and slurps into your opening.  The way he takes in your pussy has you grabbing onto his long hair tightly.  Your knees shake from the overpowering sensations.

Needing to cum, you use your puppy for all he’s worth. Rolling your hips, you begin to grind down onto his mouth, while using his hair as reins you guide him to where you need him most.  Jungkook indulges, wrapping his hands over your thighs to hold you flush against his face. He doesn’t care that he can’t breathe.  You were all the breath he needed...he could eat you for hours.  

“Just like that...yes...ugh...just like that...fuck!”

He’s in heaven when he feels you cum hard over his face.  Your juices slide down over his mouth and he can’t get enough. He looks up and watches your breasts bounce from the force of your orgasm.  Just watching you like this was more than he could take.  

He goes completely numb, the sensation in his lower belly building into a raging fire. His abs clench, and then he feels his cock spurt out cum all over his stomach. His mouth releases its hold on your pussy as he can longer hold in the whimpers caused from his own powerful orgasm. 

You realize in your lust filled haze that Jungkook has just cum all by himself without being touched. Sliding down over his body, your stomach smearing his cum all over, you place sweet kisses all over his face.

“So..so good. My sweet baby.” A final deep and dirty kiss has him keening. 

“Such a perfect angel. My best boy. I love you.”

The praises pour out of your lips and fill Jungkook with complete happiness. You were never going to leave him. Ever. 

You're in the bathroom preparing the shower for both of you when your phone rings. Jungkook wonders who it could be since he knows you didn’t talk to anyone. He runs towards the source, but can’t seem to find it. Realizing it’s coming from under the pillow he finds your purse and then your phone. He was too late to answer it, but not late enough to see that it was from Yoongi. Not only that, but there were at least ten text messages from him. Realizing that he was whom you were supposed to meet tonight, he feels his stomach turn. Fuming, he wonders what it will take for him to leave you alone. Hearing you call his name he hides your things once again and trudges towards the bathroom. 

Yoongi was beginning to be a thorn on his side and it was apparent he would need to take more serious action. 

— PT 8

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Sehun suddenly wraps his arm around your shoulder though, and pulls you close to him so he can hover his lips next to your ear. “Now we have a reason to baby you. Not that I need one because I already pay for your coffee every time but,” he motions his spoon at the far end of the table, “if I don’t Mr. Byun might fire me on the spot.”

“Okay,” you straighten up in your chair and glance between your two friends, “but I don’t need to be babied. Just be yourselves. You were never like this before so I don’t know why you’re acting so strange now.”

Bea clears her throat and lifts her brow at you, a funny expression on her pretty face. “Yeah, but you’re getting married now. To a billionaire.” With that she turns your head towards the far end of the long table, right at your fiancé. Baekhyun is sitting surrounded with some of his business partners, only few of them younger then fifty. You smile. Baekhyun looks— for lack of a better mental image, bored out of his mind. He’s doing a very professional job of hiding it, but you know him too well by now.

It’s not been that long since the boss has been joining the lunch meetings, but you’re glad any time he does. That way you get to see him more often and make sure he’s eating well. Normally, you two send each other winks and looks from so far across each other, but tonight Baekhyun doesn’t seem in the mood. He’s most likely forced to pay attention to what is being said.

You poke out your tongue to wet your lips for a second as you watch him. He looks amazing tonight, though this doesn’t surprise you anymore. Your to-be husband still looks good after three days of no sleep and about 75 cups of coffee. His hair is much softer of color than when you first met him, the caramel color having faded to a light washed blond that has stuck around for a long while now. His dark blue, velvet suit looks crisp and smoother than smooth, making his shoulders look immaculately masculine and his body muscular.

You wish for a second he would give you a single glance, but you also know that a business like his doesn’t run from playing around and so you settle on pouting as you entertain your friends. Towards the end of dinner, Baekhyun seems to say his goodbye’s to some of the old men at the end of the table, and stands up. From the split second you catch his eyes you can tell something is wrong. Baekhyun’s sharp gaze is piercing, lingering ever so long on Sehun’s arm where it’s wrapped around your shoulder still.

Without another word you watch him make his way out of the painfully expensive chairs and toss his napkin down, and out the room with robotic steps. Bea notices too, and pushes Sehun’s arm off your shoulder. “You’ve pissed him off, Hun!” she points, pulling her lips into a sharp line. “I already told you that you always overdo it with the touching. My boyfriend got pissed too, when he saw you hanging all over me.”

Before Sehun can give the no doubt, snarky response to follow, you interrupt and sigh. “I don’t think it’s that. Baekhyun’s not the jealous type. Things must have gone wrong with the discussion, or something.” At that, Sehun’s eyes soften. He pushes his plate away a little to put his elbow on the table and leans his face into his hand.

“You should probably go see him,” he says, eyes finding yours again.

Though you nod, you pick up your fork again. “I will, in a bit. Better to let him calm down first. Besides, it’s rude for an employee to just get up during the middle of lunch and leave.”

“You’re not any old employee though,” Bea points out, stuffing some shrimp in her mouth.

“I’m just as much of an employee as you guys are.”

Lunch happens to take a while longer than expected. And because Heaven’s Gate employees have such weird schedules, it’s not abnormal for people to have drinks at 4 in the afternoon. You’ve never been much of a drinker, so after a two shared bottles you’re already a little tipsy. You and your co-workers end up having a good time, and you start to understand why Bea likes the lunches. Baekhyun takes great care of his employees. When everyone finally starts to clear out, you decide it’s time to go.

You stretch out and pick up your bag, only to find three missed calls of your fiancé. Confused, you wave your friends a quick goodbye and head out into the hall. When you dial back, you come onto voicemail, and run your hands through your hair. Why is he not picking up now, that man is always on his phone? You look at the time, and pull your lip between your teeth. It’s only 5:07 right now, he should still be at work.

You sigh and toss your phone into your bag, before making your way over to the elevator. Baekhyun— though a sweetheart, has a tendency to become quite the drama queen when people— or more particularly you ignore his calls. You brush it off as nothing more and step into the elevator to find your way to his penthouse. But by the time you get to the thirteenth floor, he’s already waiting for you. Well, he’s waiting for the elevator, you just so happen to be in it. “There you are,” you sigh. “Why are you not picking up your phone?”

Baekhyun has the decency to look surprised, but enters the elevator without saying a word to you, much to your confusion. He steps into the overly expensive room and presses two buttons, before leaning his back to the wall and staring at the ground. You frown. It’s obvious that something is bothering him, but it’s hard to tell with Baekhyun sometimes and so you can’t help but cross your arms over your chest and stare at him. “What are you doing, Byun Baekhyun?” you question.

He lifts his eyes for a second, but looks toward the door just as quickly, straight up ignoring you. You’re not one to start a scene, you’re really not, but you really don’t like people ignoring you. Baekhyun knows this. So instead of getting fed up like he clearly wants you to, you roll your eyes and look at the front as well, listening to the soft elevator music instead. You arrive at his destination quickly, and watch as he makes his way out of the elevator, shoulders bunched up and squared.

He must be stressed out. You follow behind him without another word and walk over to his penthouse doors, to which a small dismissal sound comes from your fiancé. He looks over his shoulder with a frown and sighs. “I’m just here to pick something up. Don’t follow me.” As he makes his way through the door he tries to push it closed behind him, but you’re too quick. For being this many years older than you, he sure likes to act like an overgrown child sometimes.

He luckily gives up quickly and stomps away just a tad too loud, to go find whatever it is that he needs. You sigh and wait by the door, staring at him as he moves throughout the space that has come to feel like home in the last year and a half. He walks fast and makes a huge mess, by which you can tell he’s upset. He normally doesn’t act like a borderline diva, though he has the amount of money where people wouldn’t be surprised if he did. It leaves you to wonder what happened and what could possibly have gotten him that upset.

When he finally comes back to the door, one of his car keys in hand, he stops in front of you and has the nerve to raise his eyebrows at you. You were going to let him rage out, but now you don’t feel like it anymore. “Will you stop acting like a child and tell me what’s going on?” you bring out, frowning now. Baekhyun’s jaw ticks as he looks down at you, and with a swift move he brushes past you to get back to the elevator. You turn around though and grab at his hand.

Baekhyun sighs, and runs his free hand over his face. “I don’t feel like it.” He seems to look apologetic for a second when you let go of him, before looking away and getting into the elevator. When you follow behind he pushes the button of the ground floor and you two travel down in silence. He chews his lips, before finally uncrossing his arms and looking over at you, though still with eyebrows knitted together. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

You glance at him, back pressed against the wall and eyes sharp and analytical. You hates it when he uses his business attitude on you. “I was talking to my friends at dinner and my volume was turned down.”

Baekhyun scoffs then, and looks away. “Right, you were talking to your friends.” He fishes his phone out of his back pocket and holds it up for you to see. Your face is looking back at you there, and Baekhyun’s lips pushed to your cheeks. “For over an hour.”

“I really was,” you sigh, waiting for the doors of the elevator to open. Luckily most employees would have gone home by now, but you still don’t want to make a big scene in the welcome hall of the most prestigious homing chain in all of Asia. You just hope that he settles down a little.

He doesn’t. His cheeks ever start to color a little with how angry he’s getting at this point, though he’s doing his best to keep the business-like pokerface on. “I know, that’s the problem. Why are you always spending more time and effort on other guys?” When the lifts dings he grabs your wrist and drags you behind him, only stopping until you two are out into the chilly afternoon air.

Your eyes widen at his words though. “You cannot be serious,” you laugh, out of annoyance or surprise you don’t quite know. This isn’t like Baekhyun, and so you can’t believe him making such a big deal out of nothing. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Don’t try to turn this into a game. I’m really fucking serious!” he sighs, clenching his jaw again and letting go of your wrist. With a wave to the bellboy, he tosses the car keys over to him. Only then does he meet your eyes again, irises dark. “We only have so much time to spend together and you can’t even set aside half an hour to see me after my meeting? Why does it always have to be me putting in effort? You don’t put in any effort at all, even though I do everything in my power to come see you.” With every word he steps closer to you, until you’re reaching out to put a hand over his mouth and he steps back and down a stair angrily. You don’t mean to shush him, but he’s being extremely overdramatic.

When you open your mouth to respond, Baekhyun jumps in yet again, voice now almost at shouting level. “And why the hell were you talking to Sehun for so damn long and why the hell was he whispering in your ear?!”

“Baekhyun!” you bring out, glaring at him from under your lashes. That’s enough.

At your call, Baekhyun pouts and takes your wrist again, leading you down to the driveway where you can see his lights appear from the distance. “I can give you everything you could ever want,” he mumbles, more to himself than to you. “Sehun sure as hell can’t, I’ll tell you that. Do you need me to tell you his paycheck?”

When the car rolls up, you break your hand out of his strong grip and shake your head at him. “You know I never cared about any of that.”

“Yeah, but you should care about me.” He stares at you for a long while, and you can only look at him in disbelief. You do care about him, more than you care about anything or anyone else. Baekhyun breaks your look by walking around the back of the car and opening the driver’s door. He rubs his hand over his brows, before sighing. “Get in the car.”

And though you’re mad, you do. You refuse to become the petty child. After you slam the door of his Rolls Royce and you hear Baekhyun wince at the sound, you press your face against the glass and look out instead. The drive is quiet for the first time in a long while, filled with only the sound of his breathing steadying out and the movement of his hands on the wheel. When you drive past some of the familiar streets of Gangnam, you swallow. “Where are we going?” Your apartment is the other direction.

When Baekhyun doesn’t immediately respond, you look over at him. The sun that’s lowering behind the horizon casts a pretty orange glow on his face, peeking past his profile as he drives. He takes his eyes off the road for a split second to look over at you. “I’m taking you somewhere.” His grip tightens on the steering wheel, and almost as an afterthought he mumbles something else. “I’ll show you why you shouldn’t flirt with other men.”

“I wasn’t flirting!” you say, glaring out the window now. How can someone you love so much make you so damn mad sometimes? It’s almost as if he’s doing it on purpose. You know he’s not though, he can’t stand arguments.

“Yeah, well… it bothered me anyway,” Baekhyun grunts, voice lowering as he takes a left and speeds onto the highway, letting the engine roar.

Even though you know you should just leave it, you open your mouth again. You could blame it on the alcohol later. “Maybe that’s your problem and not mine.” When you feel Baekhyun’s eyes pierce into the side of your face, you tutt your lips. He shifts gears and rests his hand there, face moving between you and the road. If there’s one thing Baekhyun’s really not good at, it’s confrontation. If he can be annoying, so can you, right? It’s not like you’ve been trying to solve things the entire time. “You should work on it, people will start thinking you’re spoiled if you keep acting this way.”

This really makes Baekhyun mad, you can tell by the way his hand moves from the shift to link into yours. His grip is almost vice-like, as if saying that he’s had enough now. A wordless warning on his part. “Don’t be a brat, Y/N. I’m not in the mood.” You’re done too.

“Just get me out of this stupid car. I wanna go home and hang out with Sehun.” Baekhyun’s fingers twitch where they are intertwined with yours, getting even tighter if that’s possible. You play with the edge of your black pencil skirt instead of looking at him. “At least he knows how to treat someone he cares about.”

Baekhyun almost chokes. “What did you say?”

“I said: At least he knows how to treat a woman!” Your shout bounces around in the car. With one move you pull your hand out of his and lace your own together in your lap. Baekhyun just scoffs and presses down on the gas more, passing over the bridge far above the maximum speed. You don’t say anything else, choosing to watch the cars as you speed by them with a loud roar of the overpriced machine.

After driving for a good ten minutes you get to a calmer part of the city, and Baekhyun suddenly slows down and maneuvers to the right. He stops the car along a sidestreet roughly, making the both of you slam forward. Then he gets out and opens his door, staring you down from his upright position. You notice that his cheeks are flushed, and that he’s still clearly mad. You’ve since calmed down a little though. “Get out the car,” Baekhyun says, eyes hard and piercing as he regards you.

Though you feel like questioning him, you do as he asks and get out, before crossing your arms over your chest. He then lifts his one brow and clenches his jaw, staring you down over the roof. “Get into the back seat and take off your clothes. And you better hurry up before I come help you.” Now this, you should have expected. The few times you’ve had fights— and they’ve been scarce, he’s always been like this. When he’s really, really mad, he needs comfort in a way that only him bossing you around can fill.

You blink at him blankly for a second, but yank open the back door and get in. It’s not anywhere near dark yet, and the windows are not nearly as tinted as you’d like them. But now your anger has subsided, you want to make up, and you know this is the way Baekhyun likes to do it. So you kick off your shoes and shimmy out of your skirt. With a few swift hand movements you rid yourself of the white top as well, and take a deep breath. For some reason you didn’t think of this while you were being rude, and now you know you’ll have to face the consequences.

A tingle pools in the pit of your stomach when the door opens, and your to-be husband pokes his head inside. He looks you up and down slowly, catching that you’re wearing some of his favorite lingerie. Normally this would bring a smile to his gorgeous lips, but right now he’s not up for games. He looks over his shoulder to the main road which is only a good twenty feet away, and then licks his bottom lip. “Good. Now come here and open your legs, baby. I’m going to show the entirety of South Korea who you belong to.”

This— you don’t expect. You’d literally be in open view of any drivers passing by. Your eyes widen at him. “Baekhyun, people could take pictures.”

“So what? Everyone can know how pretty you look when you cum on my lips for my part.” His slim hands wrap around your thighs and pull you forward, making your butt rest right at the edge of the seats. You squeak. He opens your legs smoothly, and ducks to throw them over his shoulders. Like this you can feel his breath on your core, as you bite your lip. This must be the dumbest idea he’s ever had. “Pick me a safe word,” Baekhyun whispers, before starting to place kisses along your inner thigh, from your knee to the edge of your underwear.

You swallow and grab onto the leather of the driver’s seat. “Sehun,” you whisper quietly, watching as Baekhyun’s face twists from confusion to amusement until a darkness settles in his eyes. You’re going to suffer, and you honestly can’t wait.

“You naughty, little brat,” Baekhyun smiles, gliding his index finger along your clothed slit. “What would your friend do knowing he’s being mentioned when you’re getting fucked by someone else, huh?” His lips press kisses over your underwear and up to your belly button as his finger plays along the edge of your panties, before pulling them from your skin to let them slap back. “Who made you this wet, Y/N?”

“You did,” you swallow, free hand gliding through his hair to tangle in it.

“I haven’t even touched you yet and I can already slide my fingers in you.” He places another kiss at the edge of the fabric and pokes out his tongue to look up at you, before his finger slides underneath the pretty piece to collect the wetness that’s coating your underwear. “Don’t you like it a little too much, being exposed like this?” His soft kisses turn more violent, adding teeth and leaving marks on your soft skin. “Or are you just this crazy about me, huh?”

You whimper when his one finger starts gliding up and down, just brushing your clit every so often like a tease. “Both,” you say, voice pathetically affected already. It’s like you’re conditioned to him, Pavlov’s dog has nothing on you. Already, your body is tingling with the knowledge of what is to come next. While his slim finger continues his slow attack on your core, his other hand comes to grab your thigh, tightly. “Ah,” you moan when he bites the inside of your leg particularly hard, body jerking a bit, “fuck, Baekhyun.”

In one smooth move he removes his body from yours to slide your panties down your legs, cold air quick to nip at your skin. Then his body is back to cover yours from the direct view, though if anyone were to drive by— it would be very clear what is happening. You guess you’re in luck this street is somewhat desolate. His lips draw you away from worry when he places a soft kiss there, followed by another. His hands lift your hips into a more comfortable position and then in one smooth move his licks up from bottom to top.

He pulls away too soon, and only brings more cold tingles to your body. When you want to tangle your fingers in his hair again to pull him closer, Baekhyun shakes his head with a grin and pushes your hand away. “Nuh uh, bad girls don’t get to touch,” his voice is lithe, but deep nevertheless, eyes reflecting the same intensity there, “find something else to hold onto.”

When you pout, he looks back down and squeezes your soft skin between his fingers. He gives in and bends back down to give you another kitten lick, before he settles his lips around your clit and sucks sharply. You immediately twitch because of it, and grab onto the leather of the seats. His sucks go from hard to softer, and back again as his one hand comes up to toy with your entrance.

Long fingers slide just in to slide back out, making you whine in anticipation. You should have kept your mouth shut. Baekhyun’s mouth then sinks lower, tongue now giving deeper and harder licks and kisses. Though you can’t see it, you can imagine him with his chin dripping with your juices, all while still dressed in his ridiculously expensive suit. The thought makes your legs clench tight, which makes Baekhyun chuckle against you.

His fingers now find the place where his mouth was earlier and brush soft circles over your clit with his thumb. His tongue and lips suck and lick and eat you out so busily that a loud slurping rings through the silence of the car. You can’t hold it anymore, and grab at his soft hair, pulling his face even closer. Baekhyun moans a little at the pull, movement stuttering just slightly. He could be mad, but chooses not to. Instead he just opens your legs more with his free hand and gives you a little nip. “Ah- sh- Baekhyun!”

Your body is warming up quickly, sweat sticking your back to the leather and skin erupting with goosebumps. His mouth doesn’t give up for a second, only motivated more by your sounds, as well as his fingers. His tongue moves in and out of you along with the movement of his thumb, now roughly flicking your clit— fast and hard. The coil is your belly is already rolled so tight, you know it can’t take much longer before you come. His mouth is so warm and wet against you, and yet your body feels tingly cold. The temperature difference is enchanting.

When you wince at his touch, Baekhyun laughs again. He pulls back a little to look up at you from under his lashes. “This is a better view than I have normally,” he presses licks and kisses to your bottom lips in between the words, fingers now moving back down to fully slide in you. You can’t help but moan at the sudden fullness, finally having something to clench around. “Eating your wife out in full view of the sunset,” he continues, wrapping his tongue back around your over-sensitive bud.

He adds a third finger inside you as he thrusts them inside, making the car shake from the movement. You bite your bottom lip— hard, and open your eyes to watch his handiwork. His hair is sticking just slightly to his forehead, lips red like cherries and as you expected, lips and chin smeared with your juices. When he sees you looking, he removes his lips from you to poke out his tongue, and pull as much of it as he can into his mouth. You moan again and jerk your head back at a particularly hard thrust of his fingers.

“I’m not your wife,” you say, trembling at his nibble around your clit. Your entire body is beaming now, coil so tight that you’ll get there any second. Baekhyun must be able to feel it, since his lips and hands get more eager. At your words though, he pulls out his hand to your great dislike, and sits up to look at you. His eyes are dark, though his cheeks are flushed and lips are parted slightly.

He moves quickly to lean into the car and lay his body over your naked one, thigh pressing sharply in between your legs. The changed feeling of friction makes you whimper, hips rubbing up and down the fabric. Baekhyun hovers his face just above yours and grabs your jaw between his two fingers, before smiling at you. His lips brush your ear. “Not yet, no. But soon enough, you will be. And I can’t wait to get to treat you like a queen all day long.” He flexes his thigh for you and moves it up and down along your slit as he kisses your lips gently.

The sudden shift is intoxicating, as well as the taste of you on him. His tongue tangles with yours for just a second, before you need to pull away to breathe. “F-fuck, baby, I’m so close.” Baekhyun’s one hand finds your breast and slides underneath the garment to pinch your nipple as he smiles, clearly enjoying your already-fucked-out expression. Your lips parted to get in enough air, cheeks bright red and eyes barely able to hold open.

“I’m going to make you come on my lips and fingers, and then again on my cock. And then I’m going to drive you to my house and make you come again, against the wall, okay?” At this point you are so far gone that you can only shake your head wildly, clinging to his shoulders like a lifeline. Not that he has to ask, he owns you anyway. Baekhyun moves back down for you, not bothered in the slightest by the wet patch on his suit, and wraps your legs back around his face.

His breath is hot now, your body just about trembling with how past ready you are. When his lips slide back in place around your clit and his fingers back inside you, you can feel the coil start to unravel. Two more thrusts and you’re coming with a scream and your fingers tangles sharply in his hair. Your back lifts from the leather, curling into his touch more. “Mh-Baekhyun!” He doesn’t stop while you shake through your orgasm, heat washing all over you and your vision going white. Only when your legs stop trembling so hard and when your noises quiet does he stop moving.

He pulls his fingers out of you and dips them into his mouth instead, cleaning them off with his tongue entirely. Then he stands up and smiles down at your pathetic pout. “My turn.” He zips down his pants under your hazy gaze, suit ruined because of the dirt and your juices. But he doesn’t take the pants off, only moving it out of the way enough to let his hard cock free. His head is red and dripping with precum, veiny from being in it’s confinement for so long. Baekhyun’s probably more aware of where and who he is than you are right now. “Turn around, angel,” he says gently, helping you flip over so your upper body is resting on the seat and your hips can be levelled with his.

You can hear the smile in his voice as he talks, satisfied with your fucked-out reaction. You’re already hanging on a thread and he’s not even been inside you yet. “You remember the safe word, don’t you?” he whispers then, trailing his fingers down your side. You manage a little nod, before letting your cheek rest on the leather. Baekhyun laughs a little at your reaction, before pressing his head to your entrance and sliding in ever so slowly. He stretches you just right, tingling your walls. His cock feels so much better than his fingers do, that you have to grab onto the seat belt for your life. “Tell me you want me,” he says than, stilling fully buried in you.

“I want you,” you murmur, face pressed to the cold leather and knees still weak from before, “I want you so bad. Please, move, Baekhyun.” You regret it almost as soon as you say it because he moves hard— sharply pulling out and slamming back in so that your hip bones slam into the side of the seats and your nails dig into your hands. His body moves in and out perfectly, filling you up every time and sending you reeling. You’re too tired to lift your body up, so your entire top half just moves with the motion and shakes the car in the process.

The cold metal of his pants slapping against your butt only adds to the sharp building in your body, so soon after the other already. Baekhyun’s grip on your hips is vice-like, and when he angles you up a little more, you cry out. “Ah- oh my- fuck, right there! Right there, Baekkie, don’t stop.” He doesn’t. His sharp movements get even harder, if that is possible, his breathing heavy and laboured. At this point your clinging onto that single seat belt so hard that it might snap any second.

“Are you close, baby?” You give a non committal noise that can mean anything, but Baekhyun doesn’t mind. “I’m close too. Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pressed his one hand to the small of your back to hold you still, and moans. His other hand moves under your body to rub at your clit again, which is still so sensitive that you have to squeeze your eyes shut so tight it hurts.

“Baekhyun, baekhyun,” you murmur, his hips snapping in you at a vicious pace and not slowing once, “I’m gonna-” Before you can finish the words he squeezes your clit between his fingers and sends you over the edge, body jerking wildly in his hold. Your legs give out entirely, and your ears ring so loud that you can’t even hear yourself anymore. You might be screaming bloody murder for all you know. Baekhyun keeps moving until he too, comes, with a deep grown from deep down. His cum fills you up even more, dripping down your legs and ruining his suit even more.

You two stay like that for a few seconds, before he sighs because of sensitivity and pulls out. His cum mixed with yours drips down your legs, but you’re too exhausted to move, let alone do anything about it. Baekhyun rubs your back gently, before leaning over you and grabbing your skirt from the floor. He uses it to clean up your mess, before tossing it back. You whine a little because that cost a lot, but Baekhyun doesn’t care. Of course he doesn’t. You hear him clean himself up best he can, before he helps you sit up in the car and helps you tug on your blouse. “Tired?”

You look up at him to see his little smile, proud and clearly satisfied with his work. You nod and pout a little, as Baekhyun brushes your hair away from your face. “Okay, nap a little while I drive. We’re almost there, okay?” He closes the back door for you and gets in in front. You stare at him in the rear view mirror, and pull your naked legs close, suddenly feeling cold without his body to cover yours.

“We’re lucky no one saw us,” you mumble as you lean into the door, “that could have been really bad.”

Baekhyun catches your eyes for a second, before giving you a guilty smile. At least he has the decency to look slightly apologetic. “Actually, two cars drove by,” he admits, as your eyes fly open. “You didn’t notice…” he continues, looking back at the road, “but I don’t think they saw. I was covering you anyway.” Though you want to be mad, you’re too tired to. You shake your head at him, but soon you fall asleep against the cold window.

When you wake up, it’s dark out. It’s dark out, and you’re cold, but held against a warm body. Baekhyun’s carrying you bridal style, your cheek resting against his collar bone. You look around slightly. “Where are we?” Even though it’s dark, you’re sure you don’t recognize this place. It’s not your apartment, nor is it his, because you can hardly carry a half naked girl through the middle of Gangnam. Baekhyun smiles down at you when he notices you’re awake and keeps walking.

“You know how I said I was taking you somewhere?” He nods forward then, to the giant house up ahead. “It was supposed to be a bit of a surprise but I guess I ruined it by being moody. I remember you telling me that you’ve always wanted to live near the sea, so I got us a little vacation place.” And sure enough, if you listen you can hear the waves rolling in the distance, crashing against the rocks.

“Little?” you repeat, looking at the giant house as you come up to it now, “This thing is bigger than our houses combined, Baek.” He nods and giggles softly.

“I might have gone a bit overboard.” He walks you up the last bit of stairs to arrive to the door, and looks down at you. “I’m going to have to put you down for a second, okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I can walk,” you blush, embarrassment coloring your features. As he puts you down, you wobble a bit, muscles still trembling a little from before. Your bare feet on the stone are ice cold, but luckily Baekhyun pushes the key into the lock soon. As the door opens, the lights automatically come on in the hallway, house pristine and smelling of vanilla. Once again, Baekhyun’s outdone himself in an attempt to show his endless love for you. Your mouth drops open a little as you walk in.

“I know it’s a lot, but the only reason I bought this place is because we have a big garden with privacy and an amazing view. I could hardly make them take down half the house, could I?” When you look over your shoulder at him, he smiles a little and lifts his shoulders. “I’m an idiot, I know. But lets go check out the bedroom for now, okay? You can explore later.”

When he grabs your hand in his and drags you along eagerly, you smile. “Baekhyun, I’m tired. I need energy to go play in the ocean tomorrow.”

He pushes open one of the doors towards the end of the hall and nods, though his eagerness sure doesn’t seem to agree with his words. “Of course, you do. But this is a brand new house. And I think,” he closes the door behind you and dims the light of the room, “it’s missing that personal touch.” The room is huge and beautiful, with a canopy bed and gorgeous windows but you don’t get to see much of it because Baekhyun is in front of you and caging your body to the wall. “And I did promise you three orgasms tonight, so…”

Luckily for him, the nap did help you out a lot. You smile as you grab his chin between your fingers. “What are you waiting for then?” Within a second, his lips are slotted over yours and you’re tangling together again, and this time he lets you push his suit jacket off his shoulders. Baekhyun’s hands are more eager now, unbuttoning your blouse and letting it slide off, so you’re back into lingerie immediately. His kisses are softer now than before, his anger long gone and replaced with the same love and care that you always associate him with. As he starts making up your neck, you sigh, running your fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe you got this mad because of Sehun. I didn’t know you were the jealous type,” you whisper.

Baekhyun hums, and wraps his arms around your waist tightly as his lips sink lower again. “I wasn’t this mad about Sehun, not really. I- uh.” He stops for a second to pull back and look you in the eyes, a serious glint settling there. “One of my shareholders had the audacity to propose me an arranged marriage with his daughter in turn of a part of his company and part of his stocks.” His hands find your thighs now, sliding your underwear back down and shaking his head. He clearly doesn’t want to talk about it, but if he keeps it in it’ll only keep bothering him.

Before you can say anything to comfort him, he’s working on your bra and lifting you up into his strong arms. “And when I told him I have an amazing fiancée who I love, he dared to tell me you didn’t look like much, and that you probably are dating me for my money. That’s why I-” When he looks back at you, his eyes are turned a bit down. He puts you down on the soft bed, and comes to sit next to you.

“That’s why you stormed out.” You nod and help him unbutton his dress shirt, and his pants too. “It’s okay, I’m not offended by it.”

“You’re not, but I am.” When you pull his body to yours by his shoulders, he hesitates above you. “How dare they even think of you like that? When you’re literally the most— the only important thing in my life? If anyone disrespects you like that again, I’ll ruin them.” He looks too serious, too intense for a light moment like this, that you can’t help but push a kiss to his jaw and smile.

“You are disrespecting me right now by making me wait this long, so please ruin me before I do it myself.” At that his lips twitch, before he nods. He peppers kisses all down your chest and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking gently. The other he rolls between his fingers, as he settles his body on top of you. Your hands land on his shoulder blades, nails digging in them to hold him to you. He smiles against your skin when you whimper, and lifts his hips a little to line himself up.

“Anything you wish, my queen.” He pumps himself a few times, before he pushes inside you smoothly. The stretch stings more this time, walls still sensitive. Baekhyun doesn’t hold still and rolls his hips into you immediately, lips finding yours warm and soft. His body on top of you pushes you deep in the soft blankets, as the headboard taps against the wall each time he snaps his hips. You two melt together until you’re coming again, Baekhyun pulling out just in time for his cum to paint your belly and breasts. He falls down next to you and pulls you close, but not before cleaning you off with his Valentino dress shirt.

When you whine at it, Baekhyun laughs and presses a kiss to your nose. “It wasn’t that expensive, don’t worry.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

He nods, and buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath soft against your skin. “You love it though.”

“I love you,” you agree, wrapping your arm around him to pull him close to you. In this warmth you can already feel sleep overtaking.

“I love you too.” He sighs out long and deep, and then hums. “I’m waking you up tomorrow to go to see our beach, just warning you now.”

“Our beach??”

“Shh, just sleep.”

Thank you for reading and I hope you liked it!!!! A message always makes my day so please don’t be shy!

"Fuck, Y/N! you look so sexy right now baby" his dirty words filled your ears before he began nibbling on the soft lobe, making you arch in an agonizingly sensual way allowing him to reach for that spot within your core, making you see all white.  

Mirror sex with Chanyeol was not new. Your boyfriend had this kink for the longest time you could remember. Of all the places he knew he was desperately wanting to take you in the practice room. And you know how stubborn he is when he wants something, he sure knows how to get it.

The amount of nudes he sent you from the practice room were unreal. If there was one thing he made sure of- it was his expensive rolex, adorning his perfectly toned muscles. The gold metal against his skin and his tattoos of course, complementing his godly sculpted body.

It all began one summer evening when he sent you his mirror selfie, standing in nothing but his boxers, his baseball cap and his rolex, flexing his muscles.

Chanyeol [ 08:24 pm ] - just finished practicing babe, thinking of you ;)

You [ 08:28 pm ] - mmm…lookin' good, mr. park

Chanyeol [ 08:29 pm ] - babe do you know how huge these mirrors are?

You [ 08:30 pm ] - not as huge as you

There it was. He didn't reply. What he did instead made you jump from your seat.

Chanyeol [ 08:40 pm ] - Video Clip

You were at a café and watching your boyfriend whip his dick out in the tiny clip he just sent you was not only shocking but such a major fucking turn on. He could easily be captured in the surveillance, did he look like he cared? You couldn't tell.

You [ 08:42 pm ] - chanyeol…what are you doing?!

Chanyeol [ 08:43 pm] - do you see how hard I am?

Chanyeol [ 08:43 pm] - I want to fuck you against this mirror so bad

Chanyeol [ 08:44 pm ] - you'll let me won't you babygirl?

Your mind froze at the vision of him fucking your brains out in the practice room. Was he nuts? He probably was.

You [ 08:46 pm ] - what about the cameras?!

Chanyeol [ 08:46 pm ] - who cares? I need you

You [ 08:47 pm ] - they're gonna throw you out!!

Chanyeol [ 08:47 pm ] - let them lol

You [ 08:48 pm ] - jeez you're crazy

Chanyeol [ 08:48 pm ] - try me ;)

You didn't give in. He gave his all to convince you but you were as stubborn as he was. You liked teasing him and every time he was in the practice room, he would send you his dirty sneakpeeks whenever he managed to be alone.

You [ 06:17 pm ] - I'm surprised they haven't thrown you out yet ㅋㅋㅋ

Chanyeol [ 06:17 pm ] - babe..it's because there's no cameras where I take these from

You [ 06:18 pm ] - really?

Chanyeol [ 06:19 pm ] - how else do you think I manage to do it all the fucking time?

Chanyeol [ 06:21 pm] - Video Clip.

You could see him stroking his bulge through the fabric. His eyes had that mischievous spark and his devilish grin darting at you through the screen. He sure was testing you.

Chanyeol [ 06:22 pm ] - I know you're down there at sum, come to daddy upstairs

He was smart enough to figure out from the selca you sent him a couple of minutes ago that you were at the Sum café.

You [ 06:23 pm ] - what if we get caught?!

Chanyeol [ 06:23 pm ] - we won't I promise! just come to me already I can't hold it any longer

Chanyeol [ 06:24 pm ] - I want to fill your tight pussy with my cum

Chanyeol [ 06:24 pm ] - I want to see my cum drip down your thighs in the mirror

Chanyeol [ 06:25 pm ] - you know how soundproof these rooms are

Chanyeol [ 06:26 pm ] - I want to hear you scream my name princess

Chanyeol [ 06:26 pm ] - the boys have gone to eat and won't be around for a while

Chanyeol [ 06:27 pm ] - in the meantime, I can have my meal… that is you

Your boyfriend and his demands you quietly chuckled to yourself as you scurried through the automatic doors. You ran into Sehun and Kyungsoo who both were on their way to Sum for their lunch.

"Y/N, hey! It's nice to see you" Sehun greeted you as Kyungsoo bowed to you.

"Hi guys!" you bowed back to them. "I'm running late! I need to see Chanyeol," you gave them a cheeky grin.

"He's in the practice room," Kyungsoo tells you pointing towards the elevator. "Ah, thank you guys. I'll be on my way," it was awkward that you were in such a hurry but just like Chanyeol, you were eager too.

This had been going on for months and you had reached your peak. Like you were going to burst any time and jump at your tall boyfriend. And today it was going to happen for real and not remain his sexual fantasy anymore.

Soon enough you were tip toeing through the entrance and as you grew familiar with the space where you had seen most of his dance performance videos, the idea of having sex with him in here made it so much more thrilling.

You found huge monitor screens by the platform a few feet away from the corner. The entire room was surrounded by large mirrors. It was glowing because of the polished granite reflecting the lights further illuminating the entire space. You were here before one time but never really had the time to observe it properly and now that you got the chance, your heart was racing.

"Looking for me?" his husky voice echoed from behind you.

You turned around to see but you couldn't find him. "I can't see you," you told him as you walked around the room trying to look for him in the corners. When you reached for behind the monitor he startled you by pulling you close to him, his large hand covering your mouth.

He quickly dragged you to another corner away from the monitor this time, he was so strong it took all but one swift move for him to do it. Once you were in his hiding spot, his bare torso was scrapping against the skin of your arms. "What took you so long?" his deep raspy voice loomed over you. His were hands on your waist, holding you in place.  

"I ran into Sehun and Kyungsoo" you told him in your muffled voice over his hand as you gasped for air.  

"No… not that" Chanyeol clicked his tongue. He slowly nuzzled into your shoulder, "to get here".

"So I could fuck you against this mirror" he points to the mirror next to him. He sounded so horny it felt like he was going to explode. He began grinding himself into you. The friction from the fabric drew so much heat between your legs, you began to sweat profusely.  

You struggle to turn around in his grip and after somehow managing to twist your small body within his muscular frame you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He looked mad.

"Why do you look so upset?" you pout at him.  

"Because you made me wait for so long" Chanyeol scrunches his nose as he digs his nails into your hips.  

"But, I'm here now" you cup his face and give him a long peck which slowly deepens into a proper kiss before he begins grazing his teeth against your bottom lip. He left hungry kisses along your collar bone and your jawline. He was hasty and his hands kept fiddling with your skirt.

"This is not enough" he quickly starts ripping your shirt down. Within seconds he's yanking your bra off your chest revealing your gorgeous tits. He pushes you against the mirror, his mouth reaching for your mounds ready to devour them. He languidly rolls his tongue against your sensitive bud making you mewl before he takes a proper bite, he takes his time sucking on your boobs, the sloppy sounds falling from his lips as he does turning you on so much more.  

"Your tits always taste so good--fuck" he continues eating your tits out. His large hands pressing your mounds together as he smirks making it obvious how much he's enjoying it. "Turn around," he commands you. You do as you're told. He bores holes into your eyes through the mirror as you stand in front of him.

Your pink chest on display as he wrapped his hands over them and took a bite into your neck.  

He slowly pulls your skirt down and eases himself out of his boxers. He then gets down to pull your panties down your legs. He continues staring at you through the mirror. As he moves up he leaves soft kisses along your thigh before kneading your ass together and licking a stripe up your core from behind. He flicks his tongue along your slit making you grip your arms on his shoulders for support. You tremble as he darts his tongue into your core. You let out a muffled moan trying to stay unfazed as your boyfriend eats your pussy from behind.  

"Y/N…" Chanyeol exhales loudly against your thigh.

"See what you were missing out on for so long" he gets up and snakes his arm around your waist and reaches down for your clit and begins rubbing your sensitive nub with his finger as he looks into your eyes through the mirror. You tremble under his touch, your knees betraying you as you melt with pleasure taking over your body.  

"Chanyeol" you moan his name out loudly "please" you beg him gripping his arm as he continues to tease your clit. He smiles into the crook of your neck. You watch him biting into your shoulder in the mirror, he looked so good like this, having his way with you, controlling you with his fucked up sexual fantasies.

You feel his tongue against your ear as he inserts a finger into you, you squirm as he goes deeper slowly curving his finger inside you. "You like that baby?" he asks you in his sexy voice.  

"I need you inside me, Chanyeol" you beg him.  

You see him quirking an eyebrow in the mirror at your request. "But you never gave in" he chuckles as he increases the pace with his fingers inside your pussy.  

"Please daddy" you whine.

He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. He pumps himself before asking you to bend for him. He was so red and so hard, it was going to hurt, probably why he took so long to get you wet before he got to the real stuff.  

Your hands reach for his jaw as he snuggles closer to you, you capture his lips with yours as he enters you, his member grinding against the walls of your pussy in the most pleasurable way you could imagine. He was slow, taking his time as he eased himself in and out of you. He pulled himself completely out before slipping through your folds again, filling you up to the brim. It felt so good. Soon you began snapping your hips against his in a perfect rhythm.

His face was radiant in the mirror so was his rolex as he rubbed your clit, occasionally licking his fingers to keep it moist and lubricated enough.  

"Fuck, Y/N! you look so sexy right now baby" his dirty words filled your ears before he began nibbling on the soft lobe, making you arch in an agonizingly sensual way allowing him to reach for that spot within your core. He kept his gaze fixed on you in the mirror as he fucked you hard and good. His mouth was open, his breathing was erratic against your back, he left clumsy kisses along your neck as he made love to you, soon making you reach your peak, your body shudders against his as he snaps his hips into you.  

"Oh my god, Chanyeol" you scream loudly as you cum. He keeps going, not stopping for the world, he huffs and grunts into your ear, whispering all his desires to you.

"I want to come inside you baby" he rasps loudly biting onto your shoulder. "You're such a good girl" he covers both your breasts with his hands drawing them together as his cock rams into your pussy from behind. After a few thrusts he's moaning your name out loudly filling your cunt with his warm seed.

"Fuck----" he grunts as his thrusts become languid. Your eyes fall on the mirror, you see his cum dripping down both your thighs, just like how he had described in his texts. Your body squirms against his as you both collect your spent selves. You kiss him as he holds you close to him.

"Oh fuck" Chanyeol hisses as he pulls his sensitive dick out of you. "Well..that was something" he gives you a goofy satisfied smirk.  

"You're a mess" you shake your head as you pull your panties up. "Now who's going to clean this up?!" you point at the cum on both your thighs and the spots across the floor.

"Leave that to me" Chanyeol grins cockily.  

You stare at him in confusion as he pulls his boxers up and reaches for something in his backpack.  

"All hail the bubble tissue" he lifts the box triumphantly.  

The lump in his throat wouldn’t move no matter how hard he swallowed. He almost ran a red light, completely distracted by her wandering hands. Thankfully, she took the hint to move her hand. If she could hold on a little longer she would be rewarded with everything Jeongguk had to offer. The taste of him on her tongue, finding it harder and harder to breathe as he pushes further down her throat, taking over and completely dominating. Fingers and tongue all along her body, teasing and taunting until she can no longer take it and the begging and pleading spills out of her reddened lips, delirious with the heat of the moment. All she has to do is hold on a little longer. 

Out of his peripheral he can see her squeezing her thighs, hands pressed together between them, surreptitiously pushing against her heat, desperate for any kind of pressure or friction. Jeongguk found it very hard to concentrate on the road. 

“Unbutton your jeans.” His jaw was clenched, a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. Over and over in his head repeated the mantra ‘almost home’, reminding himself that as much as he wanted to pull the car over and fuck her on the hood, he can wait the extra 7 minutes home. 6:59. 6:58. Like a scolded child, she pulls her hands away to rest on top of her legs, feigning confusion and asks, “what are you talking about?”

“Unbutton your jeans, put your hand down you panties and rub your pussy.” Jeongguk is in no mood to play around, desperation taking over. Even if this means that he can only get glimpses, the sounds alone would carry him over until they reached his front door. 6:24. 

“Here? Right now?” Her head swivels, taking in the surroundings and assessing how busy the roads are.

“Not if you’re not comfortable. But I’d really fucking like you to.” With almost no hesitation, she does as she’s told. Despite the fact that Jeongguk asked for - demanded - this, he still can’t believe that she’s doing it. Letting out a soft sigh as her fingers finally come into contact with her heat, Jeongguk presses his foot a little heavier on the gas pedal. Only 4 minutes left. She brings one leg up to rest on the edge of the seat, scooting down the chair a little to make it easier to drag a finger across her slit. She lets her head turn to the side, watching Jeongguk as she touches herself. Her mind runs wild with all of the possibilities, not just of what tonight would hold but every night after that. And every day after that too. Because that’s what this is all about after all. Not just the copious amounts of sex that’s about to happen but the relationship that will be built, the domestic things that she’s spent months imagining. Jeongguk knocking on her door at 11pm holding pizza and burgers because he knows that she’s been up studying too long and he’s here to make her take a break. However, the harder she presses on her clit, the more her mind focuses on that jawline, even more prominent than usual with the way he has his jaw clenched so hard she’s surprised his teeth aren’t beginning to crack. 

Running her finger along her slit once more, she pulls her hand from her jeans and leans over to Jeongguk. 

“Open up.” When she brings her finger to his lips, he opens his mouth eagerly. As soon as her digit touches his tongue, he wraps his lips around it and sucks, inhaling deeply while his eyes flutter closed for just a second. Suddenly his jeans are way too tight, suffocating his cock as it pushes against the zipper. 

“Does it taste good baby?” He groans an answer as she pulls her finger way. Seeing the turning to where he lives, he’s relieved to find that he’s back in familiar territory. Less than a minute left.

Never has Jeongguk been so glad to get home. He takes the car out of gear, pulls the handbrake and is out of the car door in 5 seconds flat. She follows just as quick, walking through the door and following him into the elevator. 

“Come on, come on, come on.” Jeongguk is practically growling as the elevator crawls to the fourth floor. When the doors ding open, he grabs her hand and pulls her down the corridor, his strides so long she’s almost jogging to keep up. He fumbles with his eyes, nearly dropping them, swearing as he finds the right key, pushing it into the lock and barging the door open. The second that they’re in he pulls her close, mouths smashing together, more teeth than she would have liked. Pushing against his broad shoulders, she pulls back to speak.

“Hey, hey, slow down,” she chuckles. His chest is heaving with deep breaths, looking disheveled and wild, hands still grasping at her waist and sliding closer to her ass. “We have all night, let’s not rush this.” She spoke softly, pressing small kisses along his jaw every few words. “I need you though,” his voice weak and strained. “So bad.”  “You have me,” she whispers. “All of me.” She leans in for a kiss, starting slow as they had done in the car. Tentative touches of the tongue, slow and steady, getting to know each others rhythms and the way they move. Jeongguk slows down his frantic movements to match her own languid pace, taking the time to explore her body with his hands. 

“Damn, you look fucking incredible in these.” He breathes, massaging her ass between his large hands. The pause in kissing gives her the opportunity to switch to his neck, pressing open mouthed kisses down, dragging her tongue deliberately along the taut skin, relishing in the way his breathing speeds up and small moans fall from his pink lips. He leans down a little and adjusts his grip to her thighs to lift her into his arms, immediately wrapping her legs around him and squeezing herself close. Blindly, Jeongguk walks to his bedroom as the kisses resume. He manages it with only a few stumbles and lays her gently down on his bed, letting his weight fall a little on top of her. The kisses are all tongue and hot breaths, small moans when Jeongguk rocks his hips forward, providing both of them with some much needed friction. Once again, his hand is skimming her exposed stomach, finding its way into her underwear and rubbing small circles on her clit. The reaction was immediate. Gasping into his mouth and lifting her hips to meet his touches, trying to get a little more pressure. Her arousal is so built up that every touch seems magnified, like she’s already been brought to the edge and made to wait, already seeming so close. 

“Off, take them off,” she whines, beginning to wriggle them off her body. In no time he has them on the floor, staring at her panties and the small wet patch that has gathered at the centre. He removes his shirt himself, indicating for her to do the same. Obligingly, she does as instructed until she’s almost completely naked.

Jeongguk’s mouth waters. She’s really here, in the flesh. This isn’t just another one of his fantasies. Countless nights he spent imagining her in exactly this position, ready and waiting for him. In his thoughts she’s begging, whining and writhing in his sheets, tangling herself up in his scent, completely lost to the bliss that his fingers, tongue, cock were providing. Now here she is - his for the taking. He lunges forward, hands on either side of her head, shoulders flexing with holding his weight. Slowly, he leans down, brushing his bottom lip against the shell of her ear. 

“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you’re crying out.” That sentence alone has her chest heaving and her nipples tightening in time with her cunt. But he doesn’t stop there. “And then, when you feel like you’re spent and you can't take any more,” he sucks a little on her collarbone, “I’m gonna slide my cock in, so deep you’ll feel it in your stomach. I’ll pound you into this mattress until you’re outline is permanently embedded.” He takes a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the raised nub, occasionally adding his teeth. Moans tumble from her lips and Jeongguk smirks against her skin. This is better than he could have ever imagined. He pulls away and licks his index finger, using it to draw circles over her other nipple. The way he looks at her, like he’s seconds away from devouring her whole is one of the single most sexiest sights that she has ever seen. He moves down her body until he’s at her thighs. He takes his time, licking and kissing. He works up, licking at the apex of her thigh, blowing air over the damp spot in her panties and then licking the other side. 

“Please, Jeongguk, please,” she pleads. He simply smirks, pushing his thumb against her clit. 

“You told me not to rush, so I’m taking my time.” 

“There’s taking your time and then there’s teasing!” He chuckles, standing to his full height to take off his jeans. Her own mouth begins to water. Jeongguk almost completely naked is a sight to behold. The Gods themselves have sculpted this man. His muscles are perfectly defined, his collarbones looking delectable as he stands in the dim light of his room. His stomach is toned and she would sell her soul to kiss and lick her way down to the Vs that disappear into hidden territory. His thighs so thick and what she wouldn’t do to sink her teeth into those. But, fuck, with his boxers so low on his hips she can see the dark hair peeking out. This is making her head spin. She feels drunk. 

He returns to the bed, his feet crossed under him. Reaching for her panties, he slides them down her legs, throwing them somewhere to the right. She might have said something then - complaining about being careful not to lose them - but he can’t hear anything. He’s completely mesmerized, his focus only on the place between her legs. He puts his hands on her thighs, spreading them so that he can get a proper look. Using his thumbs, he pulls her lips apart, admiring how pink she is, how tight and wet her pussy looks. In response to the close inspection her cheeks flame, no one having paid so much attention to her before. Yet she slowly realises how hot she finds it. She watches him lick his lips.

“You’re pussy is so fucking pretty. She’s so pink and wet, all for me, right?” He looks up through his bangs to her with an aroused sparkle in his eye, waiting for an answer.

“All for you Gguk.” It’s a struggle to get the words out without her voice cracking. He dips his finger into her slit, taking the wetness up to rub against her clit.  “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” 

Without any more waiting, he pushes one finger into her entrance. Her walls moulding to his finger and pulling him back in every time he pulls away. Taking his finger away, he gets into a more comfortable position half on his stomach, and her stomach does flips at the sight of his head between her thighs, his breath on her pussy. 

“So damn greedy, clenching your pussy around nothing.” 

“Don’t make me beg for you,” she breathes. “Cause if you do, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” 

“Sounds like something I’d enjoy, princess.” He obliges though. Pressing his tongue flat against her heat. In an instant her hands are in his hair, pulling him closer until his nose pokes above her clit. With his hands on the backs of her thighs, he pushes them back, focusing all of his attention on sucking her clit into his mouth, alternating between sucking, licking and tongue fucking. Exactly as he’d hoped she laid there, hair fanned around her head like a goddess, clutching at the sheets, whining his name and bucking her hips into his face, chasing his tongue every time he pulls back for a breath. 

“Go steady princess, you need to let me breathe.” He chuckles. She’s about to protest, tell him to get his face back where it belongs when she feels her pussy being stretched open. Two of his fingers start pumping in and out of her, barely giving her any time to adjust and she loves the dull ache that it gives. He watches her intently, studying the way her chest heaves, how perfect her breasts are, supple and smooth, they fit in his hands perfectly. The harder he fucks his fingers into her, the more her tits bounce. 

“You’ve got to let me tit fuck you one day.” He murmurs, taking one in his hand and massaging. 

“Your cock - nnggh - need it.” Fuck, her whines are hot.

Both of them need this so he’s quick to oblige. She barely has any time to admire his cock before he’s slotting himself between her legs, lifting her hips, lining his cock up with her entrance and sliding in. The stretch is absolutely delicious. She has never felt so completely full, never felt as good as she does when Jeongguk’s hips are flush against her own and he kisses her so gently, so at odds with the way he’s been talking. Instinctively, she wraps her legs low around his hips, pushing with her heels against his ass making sure he’s in as far as he can go, arms running down his back. Neither of them can make any noise, just heavy breaths as they look into each others eyes, Jeongguk sliding out and in slowly. She can feel every inch, in and out, in and out. They continue to look at each other, taking in their expressions. He begins to speed up, slamming his hips harder, glancing down to watch her tits bounce against his chest. Mouths open, noses and lips brushing they breathe each other in, their pleasure mingling in the air between them as the noises being to slip from their throats. Jeongguk could have fucking cried. She is all he has ever wanted and now she’s here, her walls hugging his cock so perfectly he can feel the way she clenches and twitches. His hands can’t keep off her, smoothing over her thighs, up to grazing her nipples and back down again. Sweat is forming between their bodies, pressed so closely together and generating so much heat, her own juices coating his cock and running down her ass cheeks. He dots some kisses across her throat as she moans unabashed, reveling in the feel of his cock stretching her open. 

Jeongguk pulls back so he’s knelt up. The sweet, romantic part is over.  “Do you like when I fuck this cunt open, princess?” He practically growls and it shoots straight to her pussy. He looks up and smirks. Hooking his arms around the tops of her thighs to get a better grip, he begins to pound harder. 

“You like me calling you princess while I’m balls deep in your cunt, yeah?” From this angle, he can admire all of her body, watch the way she loses herself in the pleasure, in the feel of him. She is completely drunk on it, her own personal high. She moves her hand to start playing with her clit, trying to get closer to the edge and Jeongguk could have cum right then and there at the sight of her looking fucked out - cheeks red, hair messy, lips wet like…

“Are you drooling baby?” He adjusts his grip to her waist, pulling her down to meet his thrusts, going deeper. Harder. At this point moan after moan tumbles from her lips, her eyes rolling back in her head as she uses her free hand to grip onto the bed sheets, toes curling in mind blowing pleasure.

“Fuck, Jeongguk.”

“Is my princess drooling because of how well I fuck her?” He says between grunts, eyes focused on her hand moving over her pussy, noticing that it starts getting faster. Her legs are shaking a little and her back is arched, bottom lip between her teeth. She’s so close, a few more thrusts and she’ll fall over the edge into the black abyss below. Sweat drips from Jeongguk’s chin. He can feel it too, that coil in the pit of his stomach ready to snap. 

The tingling begins and she rubs harder and faster, feeling it build slowly and release quickly, her whole body tensing, eyes flickering shut, mouth open in a wordless scream, not even having the ability to breathe. Jeongguk starts fucking into her faster and the second she clenches around him, he falls into the same depths. His cum spurting out of his cock, coating her walls, everything getting so much wetter. It’s messy and dots of his sweat are running down her tummy, trailing lines towards her legs. Finally, he stills his hips, too sensitive to move anymore. He pulls out with a grimace, grabbing his shirt from the floor, letting her use it to wipe away his cum before any more of it gets on the bed. 

“Classy, Gguk.” She teases, throwing the shirt in a corner when she’s done with it. 

Laying on the pillow next to her, she takes the opportunity to snuggle into his side, casually putting her leg over his. Jeongguk lies there, asking the universe what he did in his past life to get this lucky. His cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. He kisses the top of her head, stroking her arm and watching as goosebumps rise on her skin. She can feel the weight of his head as he rests it on her own. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” At the confession her heart skips a beat and she smiles so wide she feels like her face is about to split in half. “And I think I’m going to love you for the rest of my life. Even if you break my heart, I’ll love you. You could do anything to me and I’d still come crawling back to you.” 

She rolls over so she’s half laying on him, their sticky legs slotted between one another. 

“I will protect your heart with my life and never do anything to hurt you.” Taking his face between both of her hands she kisses him gently. When they break apart, his eyes are shining with tears. 

The tales of soulmate marks being something you heard from a young age. How they manifest different for everyone. Out there someone might be unable to see purple, another might be unable to see red, and you were unable to see all the colors. This sign being something that would disappear, or in your cause cause the colors to appear, when you meet your soulmate.

You hated it, having to rely on your family and friends when getting dressed, so you would not look like a clown. Which you had more than once. Seeing only varying shades of grey was not the sign you would have wished for, you could live without seeing blue like your best friend did, since she saw all others. Or you could live with having a red string on your pinky that only you and your soulmate can see, as your other friend had.

As a child you hated your mark, and it would be lying to say you liked it any more as a teen and the somewhat adult you are today. Everyone else’s was so easy. Mina’s sky turned blue once she met her soulmate, and Jackson’s red string disappeared once he met his. You would have loved a simplistic easy sign like that, not what you had.

When you were fifteen was when you saw your first non-grey color. You had locked eyes with Mina, and suddenly you could see her deep brown eyes, but that was it. While her eyes were colored, nothing else was. That was when you first learned about the complexities of your sign, seeing how your parents seemed to have it the same. This was when you learned about platonic soulmates and what they are. That is what Mina was, she was someone that brought color into your life, your best friend forever.

The second time you were seventeen. This time it was Jackson, and you found yourself able to see the vibrant silver of his hair. Once again a platonic soulmate, and no sign of who might be your true soulmate in sight.

The third time you were on your way home from class. There was a little flower shop you often walked by. There was a lovely little old lady that owned it, and it wasn’t odd for her son, his wife, and their children to be helping her occasionally. On this day, someone who was organizing the flowers outside caught your eye. As you turned away, your eyes were drawn back to him, yet your vision of him was cut off due to a flower in someone’s outstretched hand, a vibrant pink amaryllis. Taking it, you found yourself unable to reply. Which the person who gave it, had disappeared before you could, so you could not have anyways. Yet, his words resounded in your head, ‘A beautiful flower for a beautiful person.”

This however, was not the last time you heard him. The next time it was a beautiful yellow sunflower that cut in your vision, distracting you from the person who seemed out of place working at a floral shop, along with a similar sentiment.

A purple anemone was forced into your hand the next day. It was odd, you never saw the one who gave the flowers, but the smile from the person working alongside whoever it was helped. You started to assume who your soulmate might be, since the flowers became vibrant and your world began to burst with color each time you passed by.

Beautiful white carnations were given to you the next day, the green stem becoming visible to you for the first time. Your world was growing color by color, it was weird, but welcome. No longer just shades of grey, you welcomed the change, especially seeing how the only constant seemed to be the tall boy with the green hair at the shop.

Maybe you had built up the suspense in your head a bit too much. Built up the idea of who this boy with the vibrant green hair might be. Built up the idea of some amazing meeting, that your world would burst with colors, unseen colors would become vibrant, and that your world would be complete. However, the grey toned flower in your hand seemed to disagree with that. “It’s an orange gladiolus.” He told you, yet, all you could see was the green stem, and grey flowers. Something, you hadn’t expected, a hitch in your plan, in the dream your mind had created.

It was odd, the next time you passed by, a flower still came your way. Maybe something in your mind clicked this time. Possibly it was the lack of the tall out of place boy, or the fact that it finally hit you that whoever that was couldn’t have been your soulmate. A large flower, a color you’ve never know, invades your view. As you turned, you saw the owner of the flower for the first time. He wasn’t that tall, yet he also didn’t seem that out of place, unlike the other. A simple name tag read Jongho, a fitting name, you thought, as you accepted the hydrangea. “A orange hydrangea”, a person standing in front of you said. Drawing closer to the one, who could manage to bring color into your dull world, you ignored the soft sound of laughing, coming from someone standing just near the doorway of the store. It wasn’t until you heard a harsh voice yelling something along the lines of, are you telling your brother the colors wrong again, that the figure spoke, yelling a quick it’s blue before turning to run.

Blue or orange, you didn’t mind, you had found the one to bring color into your life. The one who you were thankful to, for bring color into your grey scaled world

One by one the colors burst into your dull world. The lovely blue sky, dark green grass, and vibrant colored flowers became a constant in your life. All the colors revealed, however one oddly remained grey. Days past, the color never coming into your life, the color still just grey. Part of you had started to think that color must just be what you see, since how could you see all others but it. Yet, you shouldn’t have lost hope in seeing that color for what it was.