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After everyone left, you immediately started cleaning up while Yeosang spent a much needed time with his daughter.

Yeonhee's eyes were fluttering close, and Yeosang was just standing there, cradling his baby while looking at her in awe. She was already seventeen months old at that point, but Yeosang still couldn't believe that she was there with him. Since the moment she was born, Yeosang tried his best to spend every single moment with her. Even when you both were implementing the family bed, Yeosang would sometimes find himself spending at least an hour just staring at Yeonhee, comparing her features to yours and also with him, wondering who she'd look like more when sh'e older. So when you both agreed that it was time for Yeonhee to start sleeping in her own room, Yeosang immediately volunteered to be the one to tuck her in every night. That way, he would be able to admire her as much as he wanted. How could he not? He would watch the way she held onto his fingers with her more stubby ones, the way she was breathing oh-so-calmly in his arms, feelings built up and overpowered Yeosang, and it felt like he was going to explode. Realizing that if he stayed any longer he might do something to wake her up, he carefully placed Yeonhee in her crib, giving her one last kiss before quietly leaving.

He found you in the kitchen, scrubbing away the last of the dirty dishes, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist from the back.

"God, Yeosang! You scared me!" you lightly scolded, smacking the arm around your waist with your soapy hand, "Did you put the little princess to bed?" At the mention of his princess, Yeosang buried his face in your shoulder and let out a squeak, "Unfortunately, I did," he sighed. You raised an eyebrow at him, "Unfortunately? Baby, she needs her rest, did you not see how she was playing with Wooyoung? Had she stayed up any longer she'd be super cranky and we'd be dealing with her tantrum all night," you pointed out. Yeosang lifted his head and placed his chin on your shoulder. "Well, can you blame her for being excited? Wooyoung matches her energy because he's practically a toddler with a job, so of course, she'd be happy to have a playmate," he stated.

You couldn't help but purse your lips slightly, quietly agreeing to his point that your daughter does seem like she could benefit from having a steady playmate. But you said and did nothing other than putting the last of the dishes up on the drying rack and taking your gloves off.

"So I was thinking," Yeosang started, clearing his throat slightly while playing with the fabric of your apron, "You know... Since it's my birthday a-and usually we do... Things, things I want on my birthday... So..." You knew where this was going, and frankly, you were at the point of waiting for Yeosang to communicate his desire to you. You've seen the way Yeosang look at his daughter, and you've seen the long look he sported when he saw a big family walking by. You both had a deal of having two kids or three max, after talking him down from his insane baseball team-sized family, courtesy of Yunho. Though an understanding was established, you two were waiting for the perfect time. At least, that's what Yeosang was doing; you were just waiting for him to assert himself. Knowing Yeosang, he needed the push to make what he wanted known. Still, you think you deserve some fun watching him squirm to get his point across.

"So... What?" you asked nonchalantly, but a faint smirk made itself present on your face. Yeosang groaned and turned your body around, "I think we're ready for another baby," he said confidently, though a slight blush was present on his cheeks. "Really? So that's your birthday sex wish? To knock me up again?" You were taunting him slightly, but you had to admit, even the mere words made you clench. That and also the thought of how different Yeosang become when baby making is involved. You didn't know what exactly it was, but Yeosang practically became a different man; more pointed, more confident, more cocky.

Yeosang sharply exhaled from his nose, making it known that he, too was affected by your words. His hands skimmed up your body and rested on your waist, firmly holding with his big, strong grip that made your breath hitch. "My birthday wish, dear wife, is for us to have sex all night long until there is no doubt that you're pregnant," he leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against the skin of your cheek, "And we're starting now."

A squeal left your lips when Yeosang suddenly hauled you over his shoulder, and it was at that moment you understood, admired, and fully supported his dedication in the gym because he managed to make carrying another human your size very effortless.

Yeosang dropped you on your shared bed and immediately caged you under him. He hovered above you for a while, scanning your figure with hunger in his eyes, a purpose, a goal. Soon, he leaned down and started kissing you from your forehead, down to your cheek, the corner of your lips, your collarbone, and then stopping at your stomach. He inhaled deeply as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up, causing you to shudder when you felt his lips start nipping at your exposed skin. "Have I ever told you how absolutely breathtaking you are when you're pregnant?" he muttered against your skin. You raised an eyebrow at him as you ran a hand through his soft, silky hair, "Are you saying I'm not breathtaking when I'm not pregnant?" Teasing him further, you pulled up your knees so your feet were planted on the bed, trapping Yeosang's figure between your legs. Your skirt rode up, and it immediately caught Yeosang's eyes, which followed the way the flowy end pools at your hip, allowing him to peek into your red lacy underwear. "Not even when I'm like this?" you faked pouted at him. Yeosang's breathing immediately stuttered, and his face became even redder. You had been together for years already, so it was kind of embarrassing how he still blushed like a virgin seeing you in such a position.

Reacting to your taunts, Yeosang moved his hands into your underwear through the seams at the apex of your thighs. His thumbs immediately found purchase to your clit as they began gently massaging it while the other poked into your opening just a bit lower. Your eyes closed at the sensation but your mind was only completely disabled when Yeosang started sucking marks into the soft skin of your stomach. With each movement of his hand, you felt yourself getting wetter and the more Yeosang worked on you, the more pliant you became, moving your hips along with his movements.

"Honey, you always look breathtaking to me, but when you have my baby inside you?" you yelped when he suddenly took your skin between his teeth, "It was a miracle that we were able to get out of bed every morning," he smirked. "F-fuck, I know what you mean," you moaned when Yeosang pressed harder into your clit. "Do you know what I missed most about your pregnancy?" Yeosang asked as he slowly crawled up your body. You couldn't even answer him verbally as you were so clouded with pleasure, so you were only able to shake your head. "I miss how extremely horny you are, you get so wet and it just drives me crazy," Yeosang moaned as the thumb that was at your entrance turned into two fingers slipping inside. "F-fuck!" you gasped when he started pumping into you sloppily, spreading your arousal all over your pussy lips which made your underwear stick to you. "Not to mention you were always trying to jump my bones, and who was I to deny the mother of my child?" Yeosang chuckled as he pulled himself away from you, causing you to whine and whimper, "It's amazing how much I would give you after you gave me Yeonhee. Now imagine how even worse I'll be when you give me another baby."

Without wasting time, Yeosang immediately pulled himself out of his jeans. You took a peek and you realized how hard he had been while teasing you. The tip of his cock was red and leaking pre-cum, and the slight breeze from the AC caused it to twitch as if uncomfortable waiting any longer. You were about to take your clothes off when Yeosang stopped you, "No time, baby, I need to impregnate you right now." Then all of a sudden he pushed your thighs to your chest and aligned his tip right at your entrance. "Are you ready?" for a moment his cockiness slipped and the usual caring Yeosang came back, wanting to be sure that you were okay before he could proceed. You smiled and nodded before you took hold of your thighs, opening yourself for him, "Yeah, I am."

In a split second, Yeosang's eyes darkened, and he thrust himself inside you in one swift move. The fullness made your eyes roll and your back arch, but you didn't even get to enjoy the feeling because Yeosang was already shallowly thrusting inside you, setting a slow pace at first but he was making sure that his hips slapped your bottom every single time.

"Fuck! I'll never get tired of this pussy," he groaned, licking his bottom lip while smacking you once in the ass. You yelped on impact, but rather than feeling pain, you simply clenched, forcing more arousal to leak out of you. "You better not, since we'll be having even more sex during this pregnancy," you huffed. Yeosang's cock practically twitched inside you at the mention or maybe even affirmation that after this you will definitely get pregnant. "Fuck, can't just say something like that so casually to me, baby," suddenly he pulled your hips up and slid a pillow under, giving you a new angle, "I might not hold back," he smirked before dropping down to rest his elbows on the sides of your head. The new position locked you in place what with having the back of your thighs on Yeosang's chest and your knees now resting over his shoulders. "Do you not want me to hold back?" Yeosang asked as he thrust in again. This time, you felt him so deeply thanks to your elevated hips. You moaned loudly at the feeling, and Yeosang took it as a sign to move again.

Setting a new pace, Yeosang thrusted into you with power and precision. You could feel the veins of his cock scratching against your gummy walls, sending shivers up your spine which caused you to tangle your hands into his hair. "Fuck, Yeosang!" you whined, a bit louder than you wanted to which worried you because your daughter was sleeping in the room just down the hall and there you were screaming like a whore. "Shh, shh, baby, you don't wanna wake Yeonhee up, do you?" Yeosang smirked, teasing the absolute hell out of you because he knew exactly how loud you could be. You couldn't even answer him clearly, so in an effort to minimize the chances of your baby waking up, you smashed your lips with Yeosang. The position and Yeosang's mouth on you took away your breath, literally. You were starting to get lightheaded in the best way. It felt as if you were in a different space that only had you and Yeosang in it. Everything, including all your senses, was filled with Yeosang, and it was electrifying. There was a battle for dominance in the kiss, which was futile because you knew very well that Yeosang was pulling all the shots as the person in the more advantageous position. It was the thought that counted and Yesoang played along, as if he wasn't putting you in your place.

The more Yeosang thrust, the more you could feel him inside you, to the point that you felt like his tip was kissing your cervix, opening you up more to prepare you for what's to come.

You pulled away from the kiss slightly and whimpered, "F-fuck, Yeosang, I'm so close!" "Yeah? That's good baby, cum first, you need to cum first so can you touch yourself for me?"

With slight struggle, you managed your hand down to rub at your clit sloppily. "That's it mommy, show daddy how bad you want to get knocked up," Yeosang grunted shakily, clearly incredibly turned on, "You can't wait to get filled up by your husband, do you? I'm sorry honey, I should be doing better as a husband and fill you up with my cum every night," "Y-yes, fuck!" You gasped, "I should always be f-filled with your c-cum," you whimpered, edging yourself closer and closer to the end. "Okay baby, okay, you better cum soon then so I can fill up your little cunt," Yeosang smirked, pushing his body off of you slightly so he could watch the way he was fucking you just right while you chase after your high. To aid you, Yeosang slipped his right hand under your shirt and into your bra, groping at your tits harshly, tweaking at your perky nipple. "Come on baby, cum for me, cum for me quick," he breathed, starting to feel his own climax coming. The pleasure from his hand on your chest shot straight to your pussy and your body convulsed; your jaw slacked, your legs tensed to the point of almost cramping, your toes curled, and your back arched high. Yeosang only slowed his movements down, allowing you to come back down from your high without losing his momentum.

"T-that was..." You drawled as your senses returned. Your legs felt like jelly and they slid off Yeosang's shoulders due to the lack of strength. "I know, I saw you climax," Yeosang smirked before he positioned your legs again, this time simply spreading them open as he picked up his pace. "But now is my turn."

Overstimulation started building inside you the more Yeosang chased his high. He was so close and your slick was aiding in him reaching deep into your womb. You felt yourself opening up to him and you almost screamed so you resorted to covering your mouth with your hand. Seeing all of this, Yeosang smirked as he panted, "Hold on, okay, baby? Just a bit longer and you'll be stuffed. Just a bit longer and you'll get my cum," he grinned. You used your free hand to grip his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin as if telling him that it was too much, that you were overstimulated to the point that it started hurting. "No, no, no, you can take it, even your body knew you can," he saw how your hips were still meeting his own despite your brain telling you that you had enough and it was making his mouth water.

"P-please," you managed to whine despite your mouth being covered. Yeosang's movements became more erratic, and his breath became uneven, telltale signs that he was on the verge of coming undone, and you saw how his body was starting to twitch. Seeing him like that stirred something in you, and your hand suddenly moved on its own, from his shoulder to the back of his head. You grabbed a handful of his hair and you tugged it back once. It was as if that one simple action was a lever because the moment Yeosang threw his head back, his hip completely stilled, his cock twitched inside you, and the dam was released. Ropes of white painted your pulsing walls and your eyes, and his rolled back from ecstasy.

Yeosang's body slumped forward on top of yours, strength left him completely at that moment but his hips still twitched as your walls that rubbed on his cock overstimulated him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

"You did so well, baby," he hummed, pecking you gently on your lips, making you giggle. "That's so vanilla of you to say after you fold me in half and hammer into me like a possessed jackhammer," you teased and he blushed, embarrassed with the way you phrased things, so he buried his face into your shoulder.

It took you about fifteen minutes to regain all your senses back and the first thing you thought of doing was to clean yourself a little. Just as you tried to push Yeosang off of you, Yeosang grunted and pushed his body up slightly. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I need to clean myself, Yeosangie," you smiled and tried moving again, but were stopped when Yeosang pushed you back into the bed whilst simultaneously sitting up on his knees, which took you by surprise. "You think we're done?" he smiled angelically, but when he suddenly peeled his shirt off, you sensed that he was far from done. "We're just getting started, baby. I mean, I think I mentioned something about fucking all night long until we're sure you're pregnant."

A gasp escaped you when you felt Yeosang slowly dragging himself out before pushing himself back in as equally slow.

"You better get comfortable in this position, baby, since this position might increase the chance of getting pregnant."

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35-year-old Kaira Lee was a professional thief. No one knew what she looked like or anything else about her because she always covered her tracks and kept her face covered when necessary. For the last week or so, she had been watching a rich boy who lived alone. She knew he went to bed early, always at 10:00 PM. She was very keen to steal his watch, an expensive laptop, and his money. However, things didn't turn out as expected....

Kaira was about to finish the job; she just had to take the money from his wallet and leave, but there was a problem. The wallet was next to the sleeping boy. It was a risky move, but she tried anyway. The boy woke up to find a stranger reaching for his wallet! He tried to fight her off, but Kaira moved faster and caught him before he screamed. Now she was on top of him on his bed, covering his mouth with her hand. "Don't scream." She warned lowly.

The boy, whose name was Seungmin, tried to struggle, but he couldn't get away. Seungmin started to get angry, trying to get her off of him.

Kaira, however, was enjoying having this lovely boy underneath her. He begged so prettily and was extremely attractive on top of that. She was very tempted to keep him. "Stop struggling, and things will go better for you, pretty boy." She whispered, lips brushing his ear as she leaned over him.

Seungmin’s body stiffened instantly at the feel of Kaira’s breath against his ear, a shiver running through him that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the sudden intimacy of the situation. His struggles ceased entirely, replaced by a tense stillness. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body pressed against his, could smell something faintly floral and distinctly feminine from her hair.

His eyes widened slightly in the dim bedroom light, taking in her face now that it was so close. She wasn't what he'd imagined - no scary mask or menacing grin. Just... her. A woman who looked both confident and surprisingly calm about having trapped him under her like this. The initial panic began to fade, replaced by a strange curiosity.

"What do you want?" Seungmin asked, his voice losing its begging tone and gaining a note of genuine inquiry. "Money? Electronics? I have credit cards too."

"And what if I said I want you?" She inquired with a seductive smirk. "What would you say to that, pretty boy?"

Seungmin's breath hitched, his entire body going rigid beneath Kaira. The question hung in the air between them, charged with an unexpected tension that made the blood rush to his ears. His mind raced, trying to process this sudden shift. The initial fear was being rapidly replaced by something else: a flicker of intrigue mixed with nervous excitement.

"Wh-What do you mean?" he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. Despite the situation, being held captive by a thief who had broken into his apartment, Seungmin found himself studying her features more closely - the sharp line of her jaw, the way her dyed teal hair fell across one shoulder. "Are you serious?"

He stopped struggling completely now, instead shifting slightly to try and get a better look at her expression in the moonlight filtering through his window. The cool night air felt suddenly warmer against his skin.

"I'm not exactly in a position to negotiate," he added lamely.

Kaira chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through Seungmin's chest where they were pressed together. "Oh, I think you're in the perfect position to negotiate, pretty boy."

Her free hand came up to trace along his jawline, fingers brushing lightly over the skin there. Her touch was surprisingly bold given their circumstances.

"You're quite handsome when you're scared," she murmured, leaning down closer until their faces were mere inches apart. "Those big brown eyes... they're almost hypnotic."

Seungmin's breath caught in his throat at the touch of her fingers against his skin. It was a feather-light caress that sent a jolt of electricity straight through him, making his heart race. He could feel the warmth of her hand, the slight calluses on her fingertips from whatever work she did with them. His own hands, still pinned beneath hers on the mattress, flexed instinctively.

"Stop that," he said, but there was no real force behind it. His voice came out as more of a breathy whisper. "I'm not scared."

Liar, his mind screamed at him. You're terrified but also... curious. This is unbelievable. This woman broke into your apartment, and now she's touching you like you're hers.

"Mmm... But what if I don't want to stop?" She murmured, her thumb brushing across the soft pillow of his lower lip. "What if I want to make you mine? What would you do then, pretty boy?"

Seungmin's entire body went taut as Kaira's thumb traced his bottom lip. The sensation was electric, sending sparks of heat straight to his core. His mouth parted slightly without conscious thought, allowing her to explore the sensitive flesh there. The idea of being "made hers" should have frightened him, but instead it ignited a spark of defiance.

"What makes you think I'd let you?" he retorted, though his voice lacked its earlier conviction. "Just because I'm stuck under you doesn't mean I'll roll over that easily."

Despite his words, his body betrayed him. The hard evidence of his arousal was pressing insistently against her thigh through their clothes. He couldn't control the way his hips shifted subtly against hers, seeking more friction.

"Who are you anyway?" Seungmin demanded, trying to regain some semblance of authority in the situation.

Kaira chuckled darkly. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Her thumb pressed down harder, forcibly parting his lips a little. "And who says I can't make you roll over like a good boy?" She teased, a dark promise dripping from her words as she ground her hips down against his a few times.

A sharp gasp escaped Seungmin's lips, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. His back arched involuntarily off the mattress, pressing himself more firmly against her. The teasing pressure of her thumb inside his mouth made him bite down gently, a desperate attempt to regain some control.

"Fuck," he breathed, the curse slipping out before he could stop it. His hands strained against hers, not in an effort to escape anymore but rather to find purchase somewhere, to anchor himself against this overwhelming assault on his senses.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Seungmin accused through gritted teeth, his brown eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and undeniable arousal. "Getting off on scaring people and turning them into your personal playthings."

Kaira chuckled. "I will admit I don't usually do this, but in your case, I just can't help myself." She slid her thumb out of his mouth, only to smash her lips against his in a bruising, searing kiss. Her hips began to move again, rhythmically grinding down on him over and over as her tongue invaded his mouth.

The moment Kaira's lips crashed against his, any semblance of resistance crumbled completely. Seungmin's world narrowed to the feeling of her mouth moving against his, hot and demanding, tasting of mint and something uniquely her. His own lips parted eagerly to meet the invasion of her tongue, responding with an instinctual hunger that surprised even himself.

His hands finally found their way to her waist, gripping desperately at the fabric of her black hoodie as if anchoring himself to reality. The rhythmic grind of her hips against his became a frantic dance he was helpless to resist. Each movement sent waves of pure sensation coursing through him until his brain fogged with pleasure.

When she finally pulled back for air, both of them were breathing heavily in the darkness. Seungmin stared up at her with glazed eyes, his lips spit-slick and slightly swollen from the intensity of their kiss.

"You're crazy," he managed to whisper between ragged breaths.

"I prefer opportunistic." She purred coyly. Her hands began to wander then, one sliding beneath his shirt to explore the lines of his chest and abdomen while the other slid into his pants to tease him further.

Seungmin's entire body jerked violently as Kaira's hand slipped past the waistband of his sweatpants. A strangled moan escaped him, lost in the space between their bodies. The feeling of her warm fingers wrapping around his already throbbing length sent stars exploding behind his eyelids.

"Wa-Wait," he gasped, though his hips bucked upward instinctively into her touch. "I don't even know your name."

His own hands fumbled clumsily at her belt buckle in return, driven by a primal impulse he couldn't control. The logical part of his brain screamed that this was insane, that she was a thief who had broken into his apartment, but every nerve ending was firing with pleasure at her skilled touch.

"Tell me your name first," Seungmin insisted weakly, tilting his head back against the pillows as she continued stroking him through the thin fabric of his underwear. "At least give me that much."

Kaira slid her hand inside his underwear and gripped him firmly. "My name is Kaira Lee." She whispered, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

"Kaira." He repeated her name, tasting it on his tongue as she let him slide off her jeans, her lacy pink panties now on full display. Her name felt… right, very fitting for someone who had him completely at her mercy.

His eyes were glued to her now, her long legs framed by delicate pink lace, the curve of her hip visible where her jeans pooled around her thighs. The contrast between her confident dominance and vulnerable femininity was intoxicating.

"What's your name, pretty boy?"

"Seungmin," he answered automatically, his voice cracking as Kaira's hand closed fully around him. The direct contact sent sparks shooting up his spine. "My name is Kim Seungmin."

"Seungmin. Pretty name for a pretty boy." She murmured, giving his length a gentle squeeze.

A smirk played on Seungmin's lips despite the situation. "I don't think I've ever been called 'pretty boy' by someone who looks like they could actually hurt me."

Without thinking twice, Seungmin's free hand reached up to cup the back of Kaira's neck, pulling her down for another kiss. This time it was messier, more desperate, his tongue tangling with hers in a silent plea for more.

"Get this off," he muttered against her lips, tugging impatiently at the hem of her hoodie. "I want to see all of you."

"Easy there, tiger," she teased as she pulled her hoodie off to reveal a matching pink lace bra. "I'm in charge tonight."

Seungmin’s eyes widened at the sight of Kaira’s bra, the delicate pink lace a stark contrast to the confident way she held herself. His hands, which had been tugging at her hoodie, stilled for a moment, simply taking in the view. The way the lace cupped her breasts, the smooth expanse of her skin...

His breathing grew heavier as his gaze traced the curves revealed by the lingerie. The initial fear was gone now, replaced by pure, unadulterated desire. He shifted beneath her, his body arching into her touch.

An idea came to her then, so Kaira took her discarded hoodie and used it to tie Seungmin's hands to the headboard of his bed. Now there was no question of who had control here.

Seungmin’s body went completely pliant as Kaira secured his wrists to the wooden headboard with her hoodie. The rough fabric against his skin was a stark reminder of how thoroughly she’d taken command. His breathing hitched, becoming shallower and more rapid as he tested the knots, finding them expertly tied.

Kaira felt Seungmin’s cock twitch against her thigh as she finished restraining him, and a devilish smirk came to her face. "Oh, you like that, do you? You enjoy being tied up and helpless under an older woman?" 

"Yes," he admitted freely, his voice dropping to a husky register. "It's different when it's someone like you doing it…. Someone who knows exactly what they want." The devilish smirk on Kaira’s face sent fresh waves of heat through him. Seeing his own submission reflected in those piercing hazel eyes was incredibly arousing. His cock gave another involuntary twitch against her thigh.

Kaira pulled her hand out, yanking his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles. Seungmin's breath caught in his throat as Kaira exposed him completely, his bare skin now fully vulnerable to her gaze. The cold night air hit him sharply, making his muscles clench. 

"Tell me to stop and I will." She said plainly. "But I don't think you want that, do you, pretty boy? You want me to top you, isn't that right? At her words, a raw sound escaped Seungmin's lips - not a protest, but a choked sound of anticipation.

"Don't stop," he pleaded immediately, his voice thick with desperation. "Please don't stop touching me." His legs were trapped by the bunched fabric at his ankles, forcing him to remain still for her inspection. The vulnerability was intoxicating; every nerve ending felt alive under her scrutiny.

His hips lifted instinctively toward her waiting hand, a desperate plea for more contact. "Please, Kaira," he almost whimpered. "Just tell me what you want from me."

"I want everything you can give me, Seungmin." She growled, hazel eyes dark with lust. Moonlight danced across her skin, making her tattoos look like living shadows. She reached one hand back to begin working herself open, while the other began stroking him at a torturously slow pace.

Seungmin's eyes followed Kaira’s movements, his gaze fixed on the sight of her preparing herself. The sound of slick wetness reaching him from between her legs was the most obscene thing he'd ever heard. His own cock twitched violently in her hand, leaking pre-cum onto her palm.

"God, you're killing me," he groaned, his hips bucking helplessly as his arms tugged against the restraints holding him in place. "Show me, please. Let me see what you're doing."

His bound wrists strained against the hoodie ties as he watched her fingers disappear into her own folds. The sight was mesmerizing, the way she confidently touched herself while simultaneously driving him absolutely wild with need.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Seungmin breathed out reverently. "I can't believe this is happening."

Once she felt she was adequately prepared, Kaira removed her hand and pressed her drenched fingers against Seungmin's lips. "Open." She commanded.

Seungmin's eyes widened at the command, his gaze flicking between Kaira's face and the glistening fingers she held against his mouth. His lips parted automatically, a primal obedience to her authority that surprised even himself. The taste of her arousal flooded his senses; salty, sweet, and shockingly intimate.

"Fuck," he whispered against her fingers as they slid inside, his tongue instinctively lapping at the slickness coating them. The taste was intoxicating, making his head spin with how much he wanted to taste the real thing.

His bound wrists strained against the headboard as he arched into the touch, completely lost in the sensation. The way she fed him her own pleasure while still holding all the power made him dizzy with lust.

"Do you have any condoms, pretty boy?" Kaira whispered, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear. Her other hand continued those maddeningly slow strokes as she awaited his answer.

Seungmin's mind went blank for a second, the question catching him off guard. Condoms - right, of course. He was supposed to be responsible, careful.

"Drawer," he managed to gasp out, nodding toward the bedside table beside them. "Top drawer, there should be a couple."

His voice was barely recognizable as his own, all hoarse and strained with need. Every cell in his body screamed at him to hurry this along, to get her on top of him already. The way she touched him was torture in the best possible way.

"Hurry," Seungmin pleaded shamelessly. "I don't think I can wait much longer."

"Patience, sweet Seungmin." Kaira intoned as she retrieved a condom from the drawer and ripped it open with her teeth. She rolled it onto him, then moved to hover over him. "You ready to see stars, pretty boy?" 

Without any further pretense, she slammed her hips down, taking all of him at once until she was fully seated.

A strangled cry tore from Seungmin's throat as Kaira impaled herself onto him. His entire body seized up, back arching sharply against the mattress. The sudden, complete fullness was overwhelming, stealing his breath and short-circuiting his brain. His hands clenched uselessly at the headboard bindings, knuckles white with strain.

"Holy shit, Kaira," he gasped out, head thrown back against the pillows. "You feel incredible."

The tight heat of her surrounding him was a dizzying sensation. He could feel every inch of her sheathing him perfectly, muscles fluttering around his cock as she settled completely onto his lap. The angle was perfect, deeper than anything he'd experienced before.

"You're so tight," Seungmin breathed against her neck where she hovered over him. "Fuck, please start moving."

Kaira set a punishing pace immediately, lifting herself slowly before slamming back down onto his length with deliberate force. Each movement was calculated to drive him absolutely insane; deep, powerful thrusts designed to maximize friction and claim every inch of him.

"Is this what you wanted?" she panted against his lips, rocking her hips in a circular motion that made stars explode behind Seungmin's eyelids. "To be topped by a thief who knows exactly how to use what's between your legs?"

Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly for leverage, nails digging into the muscle there. The combination of pain and pleasure sent shocks through his system until he could barely form coherent thoughts.

"Answer me," Kaira demanded between grunts of exertion. "Tell me how good my pussy feels wrapped around your cock."

"God yes, so good," Seungmin choked out, his voice breaking completely. "It's perfect, tight and wet and fucking amazing."

Every word was punctuated by the forceful way she rode him. His hips lifted instinctively to meet each downward stroke, chasing the overwhelming pleasure building in his gut. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool night air streaming through the open window.

The praise poured out of him freely now, any remaining shreds of dignity abandoned in favor of worshipping the woman who had him completely under her spell. His bound wrists twisted uselessly against the headboard as he surrendered completely to her rhythm, his head tilting back to expose the column of his throat.

Kaira's movements became more relentless, her hips snapping down with purposeful force. The rhythmic slap of skin against skin filled the quiet room, mingling with their heavy breathing. Her teal hair swung wildly around her shoulders as she leaned forward, capturing Seungmin's lips in a searing kiss that swallowed his moans.

"That's it," she growled against his mouth. "Take all of it like a good boy." Her inner muscles contracted deliberately around him, milking his length with practiced skill. "I want to see you come apart for me completely."

Her lips moved to the smooth skin of his throat, kissing and biting marks into his skin, claiming her as his for all the world to see.

The possessive mark on his neck sent Seungmin spiraling closer to the edge. His entire body went rigid beneath Kaira's assault, muscles locking up as the pleasure became too intense to bear. The sounds coming from his throat were raw, guttural noises he didn't recognize as his own.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." he warned hoarsely, his hips jerking erratically beneath hers. "Kaira, please don't stop!"

His release hit him like a tidal wave, crashing through every defense he had left. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him as he spilled into the condom inside her, his vision whiting out completely. The force of it made him shake uncontrollably beneath her.

The feeling of him convulsing inside her sent Kaira spiraling into her own orgasm, her pussy gripping Seungmin's cock like a vice as she trembled from the sheer force of her ecstasy.

Kaira's movements slowed gradually, transitioning from frantic pounding to deep, languid circles as she rode out the final tremors of their orgasms. A satisfied smile played on her lips as she watched him come undone completely, his body going limp beneath hers.

For several long moments afterward, all Seungmin could do was lie there panting, boneless and utterly spent. His arms trembled from the strain of being tied to the headboard while his body convulsed under hers.

Once she'd caught her breath, Kaira leaned down to press soft kisses along his jawline and collarbone, her touch now gentle and almost tender compared to the aggressive passion moments before. "That was beautiful," she murmured against his skin. "Watching you lose control like that... I might keep you around, pretty boy."

Her hands untied the hoodie knot that bound his wrists, massaging the red marks left by the rough fabric. Once freed, Seungmin's arms flopped uselessly onto the mattress beside him.

Kaira pulled away to dispose of the condom properly in a trash can nearby, but Seungmin reached out instinctively to catch Kaira’s arm before she could get too far. His grip was surprisingly strong considering how thoroughly she’d just drained him.

"Stay," he said quietly, his voice still raspy from their shared climax. "Don’t go yet."

He pulled gently but insistently, guiding her back down onto the mattress beside him instead of letting her retreat to clean up. The sheets were a tangled mess beneath them, damp with sweat and evidence of their encounter.

"I want to hold you for a minute," Seungmin explained, wrapping an arm around her waist to draw her flush against his side. His other hand came up to brush strands of teal hair away from her face.

Kaira allowed herself to be pulled back down, settling against Seungmin's side with a sigh of contentment. The weight of his arm around her felt strangely natural, almost comfortable. Her head rested on his shoulder as she listened to his heartbeat gradually returning to normal.

"I should probably get dressed and get out of here before morning," she murmured against his skin, but made no immediate move to do so. Instead, her fingers traced idle patterns over his chest, enjoying the simple physical contact.

Seungmin's arm tightened around Kaira possessively, his fingers digging slightly into her hip. The idea of her leaving so soon sent a pang of something unfamiliar through his chest, something that felt dangerously close to disappointment.

"No," he said firmly, rolling onto his side to face her more directly. His brown eyes searched her profile in the dim moonlight filtering through the window. "You're not going anywhere tonight."

His free hand came up to cup her cheek, tilting her face toward him. The confidence from moments ago had returned, now flavored with a hint of possessiveness.

"You said you might keep me around," Seungmin reminded her pointedly. "I'm holding you to that promise."

Kaira raised an eyebrow, eyeing him with renewed interest and intrigue. "Is that so?" Her fingers dragged across his chest, crimson-painted nails scraping lightly. "Once you're mine, there's no going back. You'll belong to me and only me. Think you can handle that, pretty boy?"

A smirk spread across Seungmin's face, his brown eyes gleaming with challenge rather than fear. The threat in Kaira's tone only seemed to excite him more.

"Handle it?" he repeated, his voice dropping to a low, seductive murmur. "I think I can handle being owned by you better than anyone else."

His hand slid from her cheek down to wrap around the back of her neck, pulling her closer until their lips were almost touching. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy between them.

"I've never been the type to back down from a challenge," Seungmin continued, his thumb stroking along her jawline. "And I have a feeling belonging to you would be the most exciting adventure of my life."

His other hand moved to rest possessively on her hip, fingers splaying wide against the curve there. The gesture was clear: he wasn't letting go anytime soon.

"So what happens now?" he asked quietly but intensely.

"For now, we sleep," Kaira said, feeling drowsiness begin to settle in her bones. "We can discuss details tomorrow."

Seungmin's expression softened at her decision, the challenging fire in his eyes cooling into something warmer and more accepting. "Okay," he agreed softly, shifting to make more room for her under the covers. "But tomorrow, we'll talk about this properly. No running away while I'm asleep."

His arm tightened around Kaira's waist as she guided his head to rest on her chest, tucking the blanket securely around them both. The familiar warmth of her around him felt surprisingly right, like this was how things were meant to be.

Kaira settled comfortably beside Seungmin, watching him settle into a peaceful sleep. Despite her habit of vanishing like smoke after jobs, something about this situation felt different, and not just because she'd fucked her intended target. The way his arm wrapped protectively around her waist, the lingering effects of their intimacy washing over them; it was strangely grounding. And the fact that he was so willing to be hers, to let her dominate him with no complaints, sparked something in her that she hadn't felt in years. 

Kaira was a possessive woman; once something was hers, she didn't share it with anyone, a trait that seemed to scare off most men these days. It had been so long since her last relationship, she'd nearly forgotten what it felt like. But as she watched Seungmin rest – his head pillowed on her chest, his expression peaceful, his body warm against her bare skin – she thought perhaps it was finally time to open her heart again.

A content smile on her face, her eyes slowly fluttered shut as she allowed sleep to claim her.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the bedroom curtains, casting a golden glow across the tangled sheets where Kaira and Seungmin lay entwined. The alarm clock on his nightstand showed 12:35 AM, far later than either of them typically slept.

Seungmin stirred first, his arm tightening reflexively around Kaira's waist as consciousness returned. He blinked against the brightness, memories of last night flooding back in vivid detail. The thief who broke into his apartment had somehow become his unofficial girlfriend overnight.

Carefully, he propped himself up on one elbow to study her sleeping face in the daylight. Her features looked softer without the harsh moonlight, more approachable. The tattoo ink along her arms contrasted beautifully with her pale skin, and he found himself tracing the edges of one of the designs with his fingertips.

After a few minutes of quiet observation, Seungmin decided he couldn't wait any longer to wake her up properly.

Deciding he couldn't stand waiting anymore, Seungmin leaned down and pressed a series of light kisses along Kaira's jawline. His lips trailed from her earlobe down to the sensitive spot just below her chin, each touch deliberate and teasing.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," he murmured against her skin, his voice still rough with sleep. "I don't want to be the only one awake in this bed."

His hand began to trace lazy patterns up and down her side, fingers brushing against the curve of her breast without quite touching it. The morning air was cool against their bare skin, raising goosebumps along Kaira's arm where it rested outside the covers.

Seungmin propped his head on his hand, watching her face for any sign of stirring. The sunlight caught in her teal hair, making it look like scattered jewels against the white pillowcase. "You're really beautiful when you're sleeping," he murmured against her temple, his breath warm against her skin. "But I much prefer you awake."

His fingers traced the curve of her hip, feeling the smooth texture of her skin. The morning light made the intricate tattoos along her arm stand out in sharp relief - dragons and flowers winding around each other in complex patterns that told stories he suddenly wanted to know.

Seungmin shifted closer, pressing his body flush against hers beneath the blankets. The heat from their combined skin created a pocket of warmth in the cool morning air. His morning erection nudged insistently against her thigh, a clear sign of how much he wanted her even after hours of sleep.

"Are you going to pretend you don't feel this?" he asked with a playful grin, rocking his hips forward slightly to emphasize his point.

Kaira finally began to stir, her eyes fluttering open. "Mmm, somebody's excited this morning." She purred, voice low and raspy from sleep. Her eyes darkened, and she reached between them, her hand wrapping around him firmly. Her voice took on that dominant tone from the previous night. "You wanna cum, pretty boy? Want me to get you off with my hands till you explode? Then beg for it."

Seungmin's breath hitched at the commanding tone in Kaira's voice, his body instantly responding to her touch. His hips jerked forward instinctively, seeking more pressure from her hand.

"Yes," he gasped out immediately, his own voice already strained with need. "Please, your hands feel so good."

He propped himself up higher on the pillows, giving her better access while watching her face intently. The way she took control so naturally was incredibly sexy. It made his cock throb against her palm.

"I'll beg all day if that's what you want," Seungmin promised sincerely. "Just don't stop touching me like that."

His hands came up to frame her face gently, thumbs stroking along her cheekbones. In this position, he felt completely vulnerable and exposed to her mercy, which only heightened the arousal coursing through him.

"How do you want me?" he asked quietly but urgently.

Kaira shifted suddenly, and Seungmin's back hit the mattress, with her now hovering over him. "Like this is perfect." She whispered, tongue tracing the shell of his ear. Her hand began to move around him, her pace deliberately slow as her lips worked their way down his jaw and neck, all the way to his collarbone, leaving a trail of hickeys behind.

Seungmin's back arched sharply against the bed as Kaira's mouth marked his skin. "Kaira, fuck!" he breathed out raggedly, tilting his head to give her better access. "Mark me everywhere, I want everyone to know I belong to you." The sensation of her teeth grazing his sensitive neck sent shivers straight down to his groin, where his cock pulsed eagerly in her firm grasp. His hands came up to grip her shoulders tightly, nails digging into the flesh there as he fought to control the urge to thrust wildly into her hand.

"You're so fucking mean," Seungmin groaned against her neck between kisses. "Teasing me like this after keeping me tied up all night."

His own hands began roaming restlessly over her body; the smooth planes of her back, the curve of her ass. He squeezed possessively at her hips, trying to pull her down onto him despite knowing she wouldn't let him win this easily. 

At his roaming touches, Kaira leaned back, her hand stilling as she raised an eyebrow at him. "Ah-ah-ah. Good boys ask first before they touch. Are you gonna be a good boy for me, Seungmin?"

Seungmin’s breath caught in his throat at the warning in Kaira’s voice. The defiance in his eyes flickered for a moment before melting into compliance. He released his grip on her shoulders immediately, placing his hands flat against the mattress on either side of his head.

"Yes," he said quickly, his voice losing its earlier demanding edge. "I’ll be good. I promise."

His posture changed completely; his shoulders relaxing back into the pillows, hips settling more passively beneath her. The hard lines of his face softened as he submitted to her command entirely.

"Can I touch you now?" Seungmin asked quietly but sincerely. "Please? I want to feel how soft your skin is." His hands remained where they were for now, a silent test of whether she’d allow him this small concession or keep him completely at her mercy.

"You may touch, but behave." Her voice was stern, emphasized by a squeeze of his cock in her hand. "Now, where were we?" Her lips met his in a desperate clash of tongues and teeth as her hand resumed its movements, steadily increasing the pace until Seungmin was squirming beneath her.

Seungmin's entire body went taut under Kaira's renewed assault, his hips bucking helplessly against the mattress. The kiss stole his breath completely, her lips demanding and possessive, claiming every bit of resistance he had left.

"Oh god, yes," he moaned against her mouth, his hands flying to grip her waist desperately. "Right there, faster!"

His control shattered completely as she picked up speed. His back arched sharply off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through him one after another. The warning signs built rapidly, his balls drawing up tight against his body, muscles tensing like steel bands.

"I'm gonna cum," Seungmin gasped urgently between kisses. "Kaira, if you don't slow down, I swear I'm gonna explode in your hand."

"You can hold it for me, can't you, pretty boy? Wait to cum until I say so?" She murmured into his ear. Her teeth tugged at his earlobe before claiming his mouth once more.

The command shot through Seungmin like electricity, lighting up every nerve ending in his body. His eyes flew open wide, pupils blown with a mix of excitement and terror. The idea of holding back this close to the edge was agonizingly thrilling.

"Yes, ma'am," he breathed against Kaira's lips, the title slipping out instinctively. "Whatever you want. I'll try my hardest."

His hands clenched tighter around her waist, knuckles turning white as he fought against the urge to thrust into her grip. Sweat beaded on his forehead from the effort of maintaining control.

"I can do it," Seungmin insisted desperately, though his body betrayed how close he was already. "Just tell me when you want me to let go."

His hips twitched erratically beneath her despite his best efforts to stay still. The combination of her dominant tone and the physical stimulation was pushing him past his limits faster than he anticipated.

Kaira's lips curved into a wicked smile as she felt Seungmin's body trembling beneath her. "Good boy," she praised, her voice a low rumble against his ear. "You're learning so fast."

Her hand slowed its pace deliberately, backing off just enough to keep him balanced precariously on the edge without tipping him over. She shifted her weight, straddling his thighs more firmly to pin him down.

"You can let go now," Kaira announced suddenly after what felt like hours, her tone still commanding. "Cum for me, Seungmin. Show me how much you love being my good little boy."

With those words, she increased the tempo drastically, her hand working him with brutal efficiency. At the same time, she leaned down to capture his mouth in another searing kiss.

The permission sent Seungmin completely over the edge. With a broken shout muffled against Kaira's lips, his entire body locked up tightly as the orgasm exploded through him with blinding force. Hot semen pulsed violently into her palm as his hips jerked uncontrollably against her.

"Fuck, Kaira, oh god," he cried out between desperate kisses, his release shaking him to the core. The intensity was overwhelming, pent-up tension and leftover frustration from the previous night pouring out in a single explosive climax under her absolute control.

When the convulsions finally subsided, Seungmin collapsed back against the pillows bonelessly, chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. His hands fell limply to his sides, no longer able to support themselves.

"Wow," he breathed out weakly once he could speak again. "That was… that was incredible."

Kaira smiled softly, holding his gaze as she licked her hand clean. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." She murmured. Sitting up, she added, "Now, I don't know about you, but that worked up my appetite." She turned to Seungmin with a wolfish grin. "Got any eggs? I make a mean omelet."

Seungmin laughed, feeling lighter than he had in a while. "I've got plenty of eggs." He said with a fond smile.

The reporter's voice faded to nothing as the volume on the TV was lowered to zero. You groaned softly to yourself as you tossed the remote to the side, running your hands through your hair as you sat forward on your couch. It had been just over a month since you were assigned the Jigsaw murder case, the last detective backing out after the man in question threatened to target his family. The case was quickly transferred over to you, one of the best detectives in your field, but it was very quickly starting to test your patience. 

Whoever this Jigsaw was, he was a clever man. He left no trace, no evidence, nothing that would allow you to track him down. You went through surveillance, interviewed the family and friends of the victims, tried breaking down his traps for any clues, but any lead always led you right back to square one. You had tried to be patient, hoping that eventually he would slip up and give you something, but it was starting to sound like wishful thinking. Even worse, he knew who you were and started calling you out directly. You would find notes addressed to you, pictures, voice messages, all calling you out and taunting you. It was like he was playing some cruel game with you and you had no choice but to play along or risk losing everything. You couldn’t even walk to work anymore without some reporter chasing you down demanding an explanation or any evidence you had in the case. It came to a point where you only went to the office when called, and the rest of your work you did from home. 

Various evidence pictures and case files were thrown across your coffee table, a few rough notes scribbled in between. You had been looking at the same files for the past couple of hours, dissecting every last word to see if you had missed any connections. Your last victim had been found 72 hours ago, and you knew you only had a day at most before the next one. There were a few things you had discovered about Jigsaw, and the main one was that he worked on a schedule. Once someone was reported missing, it would be three days before their body turned up and the cycle would start again. Whoever this man was, he clearly enjoyed his patterns, and that is what you found yourself looking for, any pattern you may have missed. 

“Working from home again I see?” you practically jumped out of your skin as you heard the deep voice of your roommate behind you, turning around to see his tall frame leaning over the couch. 

“For Fucks sake Mingi you almost gave me a heart attack!” you whined, reaching up to lightly smack at him, “what are you doing here anyways I thought you weren’t coming home tonight.” You and Mingi had been friends for as long as you could remember, having met back in high school and staying together through college and your time at the police academy. He was like a brother to you at this point and you trusted him so you didn’t mind if he saw your work, even if he technically wasn’t supposed to. Mingi always found your work to be fascinating and would bug you randomly about cases, which only grew more when you started investigating Jigsaw, though you assumed it was just because you got to bring your work home now. Just as you predicted, he made his way to the other side of the couch and took a seat next to you, picking up one of the crime scene photos to get a better look. 

“I was going to stay at Yunhos tonight but something came up and he had to cancel,” Mingi explained, running his thumb over the picture he was holding, “ouch this looks like it would have been painful, what is it?”

“That’s one of Jigsaw's latest traps,” you answered, snatching the photo away from him, “I’m looking through it to see if I can find any missing clues.” 

“Have you found anything?”

“Sadly no, he’s very good at covering his tracks. It’s been a month and we still don’t have any leads on this guy, it’s like he’s a ghost or something.” Mingi hummed softly as he continued to look through all the pictures, careful not to mess them up knowing you would yell at him if he did. 

“Now I’m no expert but, are you sure you’re only looking for one person?” he asked, catching you off guard. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean all these crime scenes you’ve shown me have been pretty big and this says it only took three days, seems like a lot of work for one person if you ask me.” Mingi explained, “and that’s why your patterns wouldn’t line up like you want them to.” You blinked up at him dumbly for a moment as you processed his words, looking back down at the file you had basically memorized by this point. You didn’t want to admit it, but Mingi had a point. 

“You know that’s actually not a bad idea,” you muttered. 

“I can be helpful sometimes you know,” he bragged with a laugh, earning himself a punch to the shoulder. He didn’t have time to retaliate though as you were packing up all of your things and rushing towards the door, “Wait where are you going?”

“I need to check on something, don’t wait up for me!” you called back, pulling on your coat and running out the door as he called after you. In your rush you hadn’t realized that you dropped part of your case file on your way out, nor did you notice Mingi pulling out his phone to call someone as he closed the door to your apartment.

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You made it to the crime scene in no time, an abandoned warehouse located just on the edge of the city. You parked your car a bit away and pulled out a flashlight as you made your way inside, ducking under the caution tape and pulling your jacket closer to yourself as you looked around. The clean up crew had gotten most of the scene cleaned by now, but the trap itself was still there. A weirdly broken mess of chains and blades that you wouldn’t have been able to put back together if you wanted to, making you wonder how Jigsaw even came up with the idea in the first place. You shook the thought out of your head and made your way to one of the blades, leaning down to inspect it carefully. It was sharp with a curve to it, but almost messy in design as if it was handmade. To test that theory you took a look at another one and noticed the same thing except this one was thicker and less curved despite being set up the same way. The chains themselves were also a bit sloppy when you looked at them closely, almost as if they had been done in a rush. It wasn’t as clean as Jigsaw's normal work, and now Mingis suggestion that you were dealing with more than one culprit seemed more plausible. 

You took your phone out to snap a picture just as the door to the warehouse opened, a new light pouring in and a familiar voice calling your name. 

“Over here!” you called back, flashing your light in his direction so he could see you. Quick footsteps made their way towards you before a familiar figure came into view. Park Seonghwa, a senior detective that had transferred over to your department a little over a year ago and assigned as your partner. You had been against the idea at first since your original partner had been killed only a few weeks prior during an investigation gone wrong. The chief had insisted it would be for the best though since you needed the help and Seonghwas cool and more collected nature would balance you out nicely which would prove to be true. Your impulsiveness had driven the older detective crazy a few times, but for the most part the two of you got along well and you could even consider him a friend. He was wearing a long black coat and matching gloves and his hair was long and falling into his face rather than slicked up like normal, probably because he had been at home resting when you called him. 

“Would you care to explain why you called me out here in the middle of the night when I haven’t heard from you in the last 48 hours?” Seonghwa questioned, unable to hide the annoyance in his tone. 

“I’ll make it up to you but I figured this couldn’t wait,” you muttered, going back to inspect the chain again, “I’m trying to prove a theory about something.” 

“That theory being?”

“What if Jigsaw isn't working alone?” you challenged, “what if it’s more than one person, that would explain why nothing lines up.” Seonghwas eyes widened a bit and you could have sworn you heard him mutter something under his breath, “what did you say?” 

“Oh nothing,” he brushed you off, “what made you so convinced of this new theory? Did you find something?” You froze for a second, not wanting to expose yourself for letting a member of the general public view the case file. 

“Just a hunch,” you lied, “but I mean look at the way this trap was built, it's messy compared to the others, almost as if it was made by someone else.”

“Or maybe Jigsaw just ran out of time and rushed on it,” he argued. 

“Can you just humor me for five seconds Seonghwa,” you groaned, “maybe I’m wrong yes but isn’t it at least worth looking into?” Seonghwa rolled his eyes but gave in, walking to the other side of the trap to get a better look. You were too distracted by your own work to pay much attention to him, meticulously looking through every detail of the trap despite not actually knowing what you were looking for. Your instinct was telling you that there was something there you were overlooking, something that was hiding in plain sight, you just had to figure out what that was. 

“Hey Y/N,” Seonghwa called out after a few minutes, “I think I found something.” Your head shot up and you quickly dusted yourself off before making your way over. Seonghwa was standing in the corner of the warehouse holding what looked to be a tape recorder. “I found it tucked away over here, may have gotten knocked around during the investigation,” he explained. 

“Does it say anything?” you asked, taking the recorder from his hands and pressing the play button. There was only static for a moment before a robotic voice spoke up, like someone was speaking through a voice changer. Despite that, you couldn’t help but feel like the voice seemed familiar to you, but it was hard to tell through the editing. 

“Hello Detective Y/L/N,” the tape addressed you, sending a chill through your body, “these past few weeks you have been running around in circles trying to discover who I am. You have been closer to the truth than you realize but you always end up blindsided by your work and, as a result, you overlook the answer that is right in front of you. I have enjoyed silently watching you up until this point but now it is getting quite boring so why don’t we make this a bit more fun? Do you like games, detective? I hope you do because I want to play a game with you. I have left a riddle for you, the answer to which will tell you all you need to know about who I am and what I do. You have 48 hours to find the riddle and tell me the answer or you will find yourself and those closest to you in a very undesirable situation. The timer starts the second this recording ends, let’s hope you are as clever as everyone says you are. Let the game begin.” 

  You felt your blood run cold as the tape came to an end, barely registering Seonghwas hand on your shoulder as you tried to process everything you just heard. Seonghwa tried talking to you but you ignored him, pushing his hand off and rushing back to your car, your partner not far behind you. 

“Where are you going? We should report this to the office first!” he called after you. 

“What good is reporting it going to do? You heard him Hwa I have 48 hours to figure out who this guy is or we’re all screwed, I can’t waste time.”

“So what you’re going to rush into something and get yourself killed?” he argued. 

“Better than doing nothing and getting everyone else killed,” you snapped back, “now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find this riddle he’s talking about.” Seonghwa called after you again but by this point you had gotten in your car and were already making your way back to your apartment. Part of you felt like going home was a bad idea, but you also couldn’t help but feel like something was pulling you to go there. The same feeling of familiarity that you got hearing the tape returned, making you feel more and more uneasy as you pulled into your apartment complex. Like you knew who Jigsaw was and yet the image of his face was blurred any time you tried to imagine him.

Mingi didn’t seem to be home when you got back, his shoes were gone and the light was off. You couldn’t focus on that though, as your attention was drawn to the stack of papers placed neatly on your coffee table. You carefully walked over and looked through the pile, recognizing pictures from all the different crime scenes you had investigated so far, each one marked with red ink. 

‘Y/N, doesn’t this random pattern seem a bit too random?’

‘This is quite close to home don’t you think?’

‘The truth has been in front of you the whole time.’

‘Why do I do what I do?’

‘Did you miss me?’

You ran your hand through your hair as you continued looking through the pictures, realizing that the riddle was basically going to send you on a scavenger hunt. It would take forever for you to go back through each crime scene and look back through everything to find out what he was talking about. Even worse, it was pretty late and you could feel exhaustion slowly taking over you, slouching over the coffee table and eventually laying against it as you fell asleep trying to decipher the riddle. 

You were jolted awake by the sound of your phone vibrating, groaning softly as you sat up and reached into your pocket for the device. You half expected it to be a call from Mingi or Seonghwa, but instead you were greeted with the same robotic voice from the night before. Only this time, you were able to hear his actual voice a bit more and it was one you swore you had heard before. 

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty, I hope my riddle didn’t keep you up all night,” the voice immediately woke you up, straightening your posture as you looked around. 

“Who is this?” you asked. 

“Aww I’m almost offended you don’t remember me, we go way back you know,” the voice responded, “I’ve missed you Y/N, and even if you don’t remember me now I know you miss me too.” You paused for a moment at his words before realizing now was not the time to worry about that. 

“Why are you doing this?” 

“That. my dear detective is for you to find out, you always did enjoy the thrill of a good challenge didn’t you? I figured you would have solved my puzzle by now but since I believe in giving people a fair chance I’ll give you another clue. One of those puzzle pieces doesn’t quite belong, once you find the answer I will be waiting for you in the place we last met, don’t keep me waiting Doll.” With that the call ended, causing you to groan in frustration and toss your phone to the side. 

“I’ve had about enough of these damn games,” you huffed, rubbing your hands over your eyes. You looked through the pictures again before one in particular caught your eye. It wasn’t one of the Jigsaw crime scenes, but instead it was a picture of an older house, one that you recognized from your last murder investigation with your old partner, San. The memories slowly came back to you and that’s when it finally clicked for you, the puzzle and the reason the voice sounded so familiar to you. That was impossible though, San was dead, you had been at the hospital with him when the doctors told you there was nothing they could do. There was no way that San was still alive, and yet you would recognize his voice anywhere. Shaking your head, you grabbed your phone and stood up, calling Seonghwa and telling him to meet you at the house in question as you left your apartment and got in your car. The whole ride there you tried ignoring the feeling of dread that came over you, hoping that your intuition was wrong. 

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Seonghwa was already at the house before you got there, leaning against the wall with a blank expression. “I take it you found the answer to your riddle?” he asked as you walked past him, leading him inside. 

“As much as I hope I am wrong I think I did,” you confessed, “and if I’m right the clue we are looking for should be here somewhere.” Seonghwa stood still in the middle of the room as you frantically looked around, digging through his pocket and following your movements with his eyes. 

“This isn’t one of the crime scenes,” he pointed out, “what exactly are we looking for?”

“Jigsaw said to find him at the place we last met and this place was the only one pictured that wasn’t one of the crime scenes,” you explained. Seonghwa hummed softly at your answer, but you ignored him as you continued looking around. 

“Why here then, what’s so special about this place?” you froze for a moment at the question, an action that didn’t go unnoticed. 

“This was the last place I investigated with my first partner,” you answered, “he was shot during the investigation and I thought he was dead but I’m starting to think I was wrong.” 

“You think it’s him,” Seonghwa stated rather than asked, to which you nodded. 

“I don’t know why he would do such a thing, but it all lines up.” Seonghwa sighed and glanced down at his watch before making his way towards you. 

“I’m surprised you know, you solved the riddle faster than we thought you would, we’re a bit ahead of schedule.” His words made your blood run cold, freezing as your head turned to look at him. 

“What did you just say?”

“I’m sorry about this Y/N,” Seonghwa apologized, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a syringe, “just know I don’t make the rules, I’m just the delivery guy.” Before you could react to his words he had grabbed you and injected you with what you assumed was some kind of anesthesia, your body going limp in his hold almost immediately and your vision going black. The last thing you remember hearing was his voice and footsteps approaching before you completely lost consciousness. 

When you returned to consciousness the first thing that you noticed was that you couldn’t move. Your arms and legs were handcuffed to a chair that also appeared to be bolted to the floor so you couldn’t tip it over. Tugging at your restraints, you glanced around to find that you were in some sort of workshop, various trap parts and gadgets tossed around multiple workbenches. At the front of the room were what appeared to be security monitors, each watching different parts of the city that you could just barely make out. 

“I have to hand it to you Y/N,” a voice said from behind you, “the last detective didn’t make it nearly as far.” The sound of footsteps echoed through the room before a figure appeared in your vision, wearing a full body red and black hood. Even though his face was covered by the hood, you could feel the presence of your former partner.

“How, I thought you were dead,” you whispered, not sure what to feel at the moment. In any other circumstance you would be over the moon to know he was alive, but how were you supposed to feel knowing he was the serial killer you had been anxiously tracking down. Shock, betrayal, anger, sadness, confusion, all of these emotions swirled through your brain like an endless whirlpool, pulling you in deeper and nearly bringing tears to your eyes. 

“Everyone did,” San replied, turning away from you to face one of his work benches, “the doctors said it was a miracle, that no one thought I would make it through the night let alone make a full recovery.” You could hear him messing with something, but couldn’t see what it was, struggling to look past his shoulder as he continued talking, “I tried to find you after you know? I thought you were the only one left that cared about me, and yet even you managed to turn your back on me.” 

“I always cared about you,” you argued, “that’s why I’m trying to understand why San, why did you do this?” It was at this point that he finally turned to face you, pulling the hood back so you could see him properly. He looked almost the same as you remembered, but there was a cold gaze in his eyes that almost made him feel like a stranger. This wasn’t the warm hearted and cheerful person you used to consider a friend, he was a killer. Despite this, however, you couldn’t help yourself from falling for his familiarity, almost as if you could convince yourself the old San was still in there, somewhere. 

“You never realize just how valuable life is until you are inches away from death,” he explained, “the adrenaline and the fight to survive, it almost feels like you are being reborn. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how corrupt the world we live in truly is, because no one really knows how to appreciate the life they are given until it is nearly taken from them. You may not understand it now but trust me my methods will help make the world a better place.”

“You’re killing people because you want them to appreciate life?” you questioned, wondering if he was actually being serious. There was no way a person's mind could be that twisted, right? 

“You think I’m a killer?” San asked, not needing a verbal response since your glare was enough confirmation, “that’s where you’re wrong you know. I have not killed anyone, all of my games are survivable as long as the player has the will to fight for it. Those who failed the games basically killed themselves.” You wanted to argue that putting people in these death traps still made him a killer but he cut you off, “Seven people have won so far, seven people who had that will to live and had the chance to be reborn. They understand what it truly means to be alive and now they help me spread my message. You may not understand me now, but I really do hope that you will be the next.” 

“So what, am I the next person that gets to be put in one of your death traps then?” you groaned, tugging at your restraints. San pouted a bit but shook his head. 

“Your game began the minute you took the case from Detective Kim,” he explained, “you and I always seemed to have an understanding so I had hoped you would pick up on my clues and join without a fight, but you were far too stubborn to listen. Eventually I had to cut my losses so I had my apprentices plant fake evidence to finally get you here, it was the only way.” Your heart dropped a bit at the word apprentices, your mind immediately going back to Seonghwa and how he was the one who brought you here. 

“So you’re telling me the whole time,” you trailed off. 

“Seonghwa was working for me, yes, Mingi as well, they both survived my games and agreed to help with the cause and when you took over my case I knew I could use them to guide you in the right direction,” San explained. He took a moment to glance at a clock on the wall before sighing and making his way over to you. San rested his hands on the arms of the chair and used them to prop himself up so he was leaning over you, “As much as I have enjoyed our little chat I’m afraid we do not have much time. I really do like you Y/N so I will give you a choice. Join me and together we can help change the world for the better.”

“And if I refuse?” you challenged. 

“Well then I guess we’ll have to play a game,” he hummed, leaning away from you, “The second I walk out of this room it will lock and a timer will start. Behind you are two doors, each with a different combination, one door will lead you to the exit, and the other will lead you to me. If you choose to leave then you will be free but you will lose your chance to catch me. If you choose to come after me, then you have a chance to learn the truth at the risk of your freedom. The combinations are hidden in this room and you will have exactly one hour to find them and leave through the door of your choosing, and trust me you don’t want to know what will happen if you run out of time.” San chuckled softly before pulling away and walking behind you, “This is your last chance to accept my offer Y/N, I would hate to lose you like this.” He waited for a moment but when you didn’t respond he sighed, “Very well, let the game begin.” You felt him place something into your hand, which you quickly realized was a key, before the door slammed shut and San was gone. 

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It didn’t take you long to unlock yourself, taking a second to rub your wrists as you stood up and made your way cautiously around the room. You did your best to stay calm and not look at the clock as you examined the doors and then looked around for the combinations, which you quickly realized were hidden on his tools. The question was, do you free yourself and turn your back on the case, or do you risk it all and try to go after San. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you to just get out of there and not look back, and yet you quickly found yourself moving on autopilot. Before you could really process what you were doing, you had entered the code for the door labeled “Truth” and ran through it, stepping into a dark hallway and letting the door lock behind you. 

You took a moment to compose yourself before heading forward, placing your hands against the walls to help feel your way through the space. All the doors were locked until you came to one at the very end that was cracked open, revealing what looked to be a makeshift office space, with nothing but a desk and filing cabinet in the room. You poked your head through first, looking around for any sign of life before slowly stepping inside and making your way to the desk, only to gasp as you felt another body pin you to it. 

“I knew you would come after me,” San whispered, spinning you around so that you were facing him. Your body was pressed between his and the desk, his arms caging you on either side as your eyes locked. 

“I can’t let you get away with this,” you argued, trying to wiggle away from him but San was stronger so he held you in place. 

“Come on Doll, you and I both know that’s not why you came after me,” he teased, “maybe it was at first but if that was the case now you would be fighting me harder.” He was right, even if he was stronger you knew you could at least hold your own enough to get him away or subdue him long enough to call for help. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to actually fight him off, struggling against him enough to save your pride but not enough to actually push him off. “So tell me,” San continued, “why did you really come after me, was it because you were curious about my work? Or, was it because deep down you missed me?” Honestly, you weren’t even sure if you knew the answer, your body having reacted before your mind could catch up. 

“This isn’t right,” you argued, reaching your hands up to push at his shoulders. 

“And yet here we are,” he teased, backing up enough to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to him. Your bodies pressed together and your arms instinctually made their way around his neck which made him chuckle. “I always knew you were special, you understood me in a way that no one else ever did. Stay with me, nothing will be able to come between us.” San leaned down until your lips were centimeters apart, his breath tickling your lips with every word. You tried not to give into him, knowing that this was wrong, but you also couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through you just from being near him. You had always cared for San when you two were partners, hell there was even a time where you could argue that you did have a crush on him. That was back then however, when he was the sweet and easy going detective that decorated his desk with mini plushies and would whine if you forgot to get him a pastry on your morning coffee runs. This version of San wasn’t like that, even if the allure was still there, he was cold, twisted, and a killer. 

“I can’t do this,” you argued, “you’re not the man I once cared about.” You tried to turn your head away from him, but he gripped your chin to force you to look at him. 

“Yes I am, behind all of this it is still me and I can prove that to you,” he whispered, “just let me show you.” When you shook your head again he huffed, loosening his grip for a moment before it tightened again, “Fine then, how about another game?” 

“I already won your stupid game though!” you challenged. 

“Yet you still haven’t learned,” he fought back, “the least you can do is give me a chance to convince you. If you don’t give in then I will go with you to the station and turn myself in, but if I win then you quit being a detective for good and you stay with me.” You gave him a questioning look, at this point more than positive that he had gone insane. However, if playing his dumb games meant putting an end to Jigsaw, then you were more than willing to oblige. 

“Alright fine, deal,” you reluctantly agreed. You only had a moment to register Sans smirk before he was pulling you against him again and connecting your lips. One hand stayed pressed against your back to keep you against him, while the other tangled itself in your hair, tugging slightly to get a reaction out of you. The kiss wasn’t rough or forced like you had expected, instead it was gentle and passionate, like he wanted to take his time with you. His lips were surprisingly soft against yours, and you began to slowly melt against his movements. You kissed him back and allowed him to have more control, whining softly against his lips when he tugged a bit harder at your hair. Your own hands trailed down his body, tracing his shoulders and chest for a few moments before daring to go a bit lower. San groaned as he felt you palm him over his robe, tightening his grip on your hair and deepening the kiss as his own hand reached down to grab at your thighs and your ass. 

All your resolve melted away at his touch and you found yourself giving into him completely, relishing in the way he invaded your senses. All rationality had left completely, replaced with an unusual desire as San explored your body. As desperate as he was, his touches remained soft and left you craving more whenever he pulled his hand away. San walked you back until you reached the desk, lifting you up enough to sit you on top of it and slotting himself between your thighs as he finally pulled away. You only had a second to catch your breath before you were pushed back slightly and pinned down by your hands. San hovered above you with a knowing smirk, taking a moment to enjoy your flustered expression before leaning down to whisper directly in your ear. 

“Looks like I won. Game Over!” 

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THE HIEROPHANT

Spiritual Wisdom, Religious Beliefs, Conformity, Tradition, Institutions

Just like everyone else, you have your own personal beliefs and with this card it tells you that you need to understand them before all else. Go in depth into what you want to know or what you already know. There is a lot of knowledge out there waiting to be discovered.

You can work alone or work with a mentor who can help you to understand these beliefs. If not you yourself can be taking on the role of mentor for liked minded people.

A lot of this card is about your inner thoughts and what you truly think about the world. You should always stick to what you believe even if others are pushing for different things.

V THE HIEROPHANT

“For our next section, we will be going over nude art.” Your teacher began as the entire class was picking up their supplies. “You all have signed a waiver at the beginning of the course explaining it, so those of you who will not be doing it shall go to another course for the time being.”

You dropped your shoulders as you began to sag. You continued on packing, trying to come up with the best solution to the problem you were facing. You were having doubts about what to do with this new section. While you had signed the waiver that you would be participating in this section of the course, you were doubting your artistic abilities. 

“You alright?” Your friend Hyunjin asked you.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” You turned to him. “I just don't know how to work with nude drawings.”

“Have you not seen someone nude?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows. 

“Oh god, no.” You laughed. “I just don't feel confident enough in drawing certain assets.” You swung your backpack over your shoulder, waiting for him to lead you out of the room. 

“I can help you. If you would like.” He gave you a kind smile. 

“You don't have to, Jinnie.” You told him softly. 

“It's okay.” He told you one last time. “We can practice with each other?”

Your eyebrows raised and a blush began to settle on your cheeks. “Sure.”

You were getting your sketch pad ready as Hyunjin did the same on the floor of your living room. You had explained to him that it would be best to just do it in an open space in order to catch everything about the natural body. 

While getting ready Hyunjin asked you why you were scared of drawing people nude. “It's not that I can't draw them, it's just that—I want to be able to capture the perfect image of someone's body.” You explained to him. 

“How so?” He questioned, turning to face you. 

“Everyone is so unique and pretty in their own way.” You sighed. “I know it's just for a grade but it intimidates me to not get someone perfectly.”

“You see people the way you see them.” Hyunjin placed his sketch pad down, getting up before helping you come to a stand. “What someone might see as imperfect you will see as beautiful.” He told you.

“You can paint someone any which way and to the person you have painted it won't look like them. Allow me to paint you.” He asked. 

“Hyunjin—” You tried to cover the blush that ran through your body. 

“Please?” He whispered, coming closer to you. “Just so you can see how I see you.”

The warmth spread through your being as he stared down at you with an intense look. 

“Okay.” You whispered to him. 

He gave you a reassuring smile, taking your hand to calm you down. As he turned you around, your breathing was turning shallow as anticipation creeped into your skin. His hands skimmed down to the hem of your shirt, his fingers teasing your skin as he slowly began to bring it up and over your head. 

He continued on his movements, snapping the clasp of your bra off and allowing it to fall from your body. You gasped quietly, quickly moving to cover up. He didn’t make you take your arms away, instead he only pulled you closer to his chest, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. 

“I’m not going to do something you don’t want.” He told you. “If you want me to stop I will respect your wishes.”

You took a few breaths in before shaking your head. “No.” You whispered out. 

You felt him nod slowly over your shoulder before he continued. He went for your pants next, pinkie dipping into the waistband before the rest of his fingers followed. The fell over your hips, pulling further down as his hands skimmed over your thighs. You could feel the goosebumps forming on your skin from how slow he had been going making sure you felt everything he was doing. 

Once everything was completely off of you, you waited for him to tell you what to do next. “You can lay down now.” He whispered to you. “I’ll show you what you look like to me.”

And so you laid down on the couch, you knee bent to cover up your core while your nipples were stiffed to peaks. As you dropped your head back and faced the ceiling, you flinched when hyunjin came back to you. 

“I’m going to move you.” He told you. 

You gave him a nod, allowing him to touch you. He made you drop your arm off the couch and crossed your ankles.  His fingers skimmed over the inside of your thigh, his breath hitching. If you had thought you were the only one being teased, it seemed he was struggling as well. 

With his other hand, he moved it under your back, making you arch up from his touch. His breath fanned over your chest, making your breath hitch. Hyunjin closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recollect himself. 

“I’ll try to be as quick as possible.” He whispered, his tone breathy. 

You tried to keep your back arched as much as you could, but sometimes you would fall back down. However Hyunjin didn’t try to argue with you about it, he knew you would return to the original position eventually. 

He was having trouble as well though. It seemed to prove much more difficult each time you would wither on the couch as your nerves were on fire from his eyes. There was a point where Hyunjin had to tell himself to finish first and then he could do what he wanted. And as he erased the last bits your body that would make it perfect, he slammed the sektch book down and quickly stood up. 

“Hyunjin-” You were cut off as the man attached his lips to yours hungrily. 

His cold hands found themselves pushing into your ribs, his thumb brushing against your nipple as the other held him up by the arm of the couch. When he was pulling back, you were quick to follow, raising up. He didn’t let you get far though as he quickly placed one leg over your waist and pushed you back down. 

“You have no idea how it is I see you.” He whispered against your lips. “But maybe this can help you.”

He took your hand and quickly placed it on his bulge. You swallowed as your mouth became dry, tongue licking at your lips. 

“Hyunjin.” You whispered. 

“What do you want?’ He asked you. 

“I want you.” You answered breathlessly. 

“You have me.”

He quickly unzipped his pants, shoving them down to allow his cock free. He huffed out from the pressure that left him, feeling better. He placed your knees under his arms, leaning forward as his length fell between your lips. You gasped out at the heat, feeling the stretch from the position. 

He took off his shirt quickly, placing a hand on his length as he lined himself up. He dragged it along your slit for a few moments, allowing himself to close his eyes at the wetness between your legs. 

And when you began to whine, he shoved himself forward. You cried out, placing your hands on his shoulders to hold onto something. He groaned deeply at how you clenched around him for a moment. His pants were close to your ear as he leaned forward and put you into a mating press. His knee was digging into the couch while his other leg was planted on the floor. 

“Just look at me, baby.” He breathed against your lips. 

Your eyes opened halfway taking in the sight of the sweat that was beginning to form on his forehead. When his hips began to move forward all you could think about were his movements and his name. 

“Hyunjin.” You cried out, throat going dry. 

“I know, baby.” He huffed out. “I know.”

Your high was approaching quickly as his hips were suddenly angled upwards, hitting that sweet spot within you. You began to cry out this time, grunting from the pressure. Hyunjin groaned out and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as you clenched tightly around him. 

He began to huff and leaned away from your body as you orgasm fell from you and his cock began to tighten up. He was quick to pull out, mouth hung wide open as he let go of himself onto your stomach fingers moving to keep you stuffed as you rode out your own orgasm. 

With the way you looked all fucked out and with his seed painted on you, Hyunjin suddenly felt a bout of energy. He reached over to grab his sketchbook, causing you to look at him confused as you were still withering a bit. 

“You look even better with me all over you.”

Upon entry, you were greeted by Seonghwa who immediately took your little princess in his arms and Yeosang who welcomed you. "How bad is it?" you asked, taking your coat before handing it over along with your bag to Yeosang. Hongjoong came rounding from the kitchen upon hearing you and from the look on his face, you knew this was a bad one. "(y/n), are you sure you want to handle him?" Hongjoong asked, worriedly looking between you and your sleeping daughter, whose fluffy wolf ears twitched at the sound of the commotion but remained in her slumber. You simply shrugged, "He's my husband, this is nothing I haven't experienced before," you said as you tried to push past Hongjoong to go to the basement. Before you could go past him, he held you back and made you look at him, "This is unlike his previous ruts, (y/n). He's... He's going over the rails and it's triggered by you giving birth," he explained. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "But I gave birth like a long time ago. For fuck's sake, we're close to Hyemi's first birthday." With arms raised, Hongjoong could only shrug, "All I know is that the doctor told us that this is like an anti-postpartum depression. He's more aggressive, more needy, and frankly his sexual stamina is beyond anything I've ever seen and he was already a nutjob in that department."

Hearing Hongjoong's explanation made your heartbeat increase both from worry but also from... excitement? You knew what San is capable of and you knew the others knew as well. So for Hongjoong to be so concerned, you could only imagine what the extent of San's state is like.

After kissing your daughter on the forehead and allowing Seonghwa to take her over to the hunting cabin so she would be away from all the noise, you marched down to the basement only to see a sight that made you gasp.

Under the moonlight and a single lightbulb near the door, San, your dear husband, was shirtless and his limbs were restrained by metal chains that ran from the corners of one side of the wall. You wanted to ask why he was put in such a state but when you closed the door, you had seen how the small window that allows people to peek in was shattered on the ground and the handle on the door was bent, flattened even. You couldn't explain why that made you wet and you felt like you couldn't fixate on that considering the situation. But the sight of the shambled surrounding was not as surprising as seeing San staring, or glaring, at you, straining against the chains so hard that his veins were popping.

"Honey, I knew that was you. I could smell you from the moment you stepped out of the car," San shuddered, eyes glazing and his fists clenching, "Have you come for me, pretty? You came for your alpha didn't you?" he chuckled darkly. You swallowed nervously but San knew that you were aroused seeing him with his shirtless, glistening chest and very very tight jeans, especially with a VERY distracting protrusion in the dark patch in his crotch. No matter how much you had been with San, the sight of him half naked and so animalistic always made you blush. "Honey, I'm so thirsty," San whimpered and as if it was an automatic trigger, you abandoned your position and rushed to San, cupping his face gently only to gasp at how feverish he felt, "Oh sweetie, you're burning up! I'll go get you some water." You were about to detach away from him but he growled and dropped his head on your shoulder, making you stand still in your spot. "I am thirsty but not for that, my love. I'm thirsty for you."

Slowly, you felt San's head turn and he let out a shaky exhale that made tingles ran down your spine. Your eyes fluttered close when San's tongue joined in to lick your skin around your neck almost strategically pressing into your weak points which made your knees buckled and since San didn't have his freedom, you had to cling onto his body. The proximity made San smirk against your skin because now he was able to grind into your core, allowing you to feel how wet and hard he had become. "F-fuck, Sannie-" "Can you feel that? Can you feel how hard I am? I've been waiting for you mama and I can't take it anymore. Do you know how many times I've cum in my pants? Do you know how many times my cum has been wasted? I could've been breeding you over and over, make you a mommy again because fuck, we did such a great job with the first one," San panted heavily into your ear as he winced from pain and need, "Love, I need to put another baby in you, I want to put a baby in you."

Your mind was in such a hazy state because his body's warmth was luring you in like a faux safety net but the way he was humping your leg with his cock that seemed to be engorged due to both arousal and his heat. "Sannie, baby, y-your cock-" "It's asking for you, mama. It wants you. Please, please, please, let it bury itself inside your sweet sweet cunt and breed it with another pup. It's been so long and it hurts, it hurts so good," His words were like melted butter in your ears, absolutely making you weak and you were sure that your panties were effectively ruined with your slick but also from the way San was rubbing his jeans-clad crotch onto you. You couldn't deny the increasing need- no, want for him. It HAD been some time since you got intimate all thanks to your baby girl. You and he had been so focused on taking care of her and letting your body heal that the most you two have done was letting San suck on your tits while dry-humping you. So you two were stuck in a hard situation. Literally.

In your state of utter oblivion, you somehow managed to refocus yourself enough to look at the way San was straining. He had been whispering pleas and sweet nothings, buttering you up to let him relieve his rut on you, you missed the way he was straining so hard that you swore he was so close to breaking the restraints like they were made of popsicle sticks.

"Poor baby," San's mouth stopped its work on your skin the moment you replied coherently, "You've been waiting for me for so long, haven't you? Settling for minuscule action while I got better, you took such good care of me... Alpha." You had to suppress a moan when you felt San's cock twitch as his hip ground harder into your crotch, accidentally stimulating your clit against the barrier. "Yes, yes, yes, baby, I will take such good care of you. You saw how much of a great husband I could be with our first, imagine me with our second. So please, please let me out of this misery and let me fuck another baby into you."

Cursing, you pushed away from San slightly and took off your shirt before dropping down to kneel in front of his crotch. San watched you with keen eyes as your hands deftly moved to release him from his confines. The moment his cock was freed, you saw it bob before it stood straight up, slapping him right on his stomach, his residual cum smearing and splattering from the impact, some even landed on your cheek but you couldn't care. How could you care when your husband's cock was staring at you almost tauntingly? You swore his cock was larger than you remembered. The tip, a shade of angry red, and his balls seemed full of cum.

"Fuck, alpha, you're going to break me," you breathed.

Though unintentional, your breath hit his stiff cock and before you could react, San came untouched. Spurts of his cum hit you on your face making you gasp in surprise. "Fuck!" San grunted as he rode off his high, allowing his balls to empty out yet again. The amount of cum that San let out was astonishing as it seem almost endless. It made you imagine San shooting that much cum when he finished inside you. Just from the looks of it, you knew that that climax you and San will soon share would be sloppy and messy and you can't wait. Your cunt clenching with anticipation.

"Fuck, baby, why did you have to tease me like that, you slut? You just had to goad your alpha knowing that he's in restraints, huh? You really think you could take advantage of the situation I'm in huh?" San growled, snapping his hips forward so that his cock slapped you in the mouth, smearing his fresh cum around as if to mark and humiliate you. "Sorry alpha, I didn't mean to. I was just so... Amazed with your cock, I just wanna..." You trailed off as your lips slowly enveloped the hard appendage. The moment your wam mouth made contact with San's cock, he immediately almost lost control. Your tongue was caressing his cock all around so good that his hips started moving, grounding itself against your mouth as if it was addicted to you just as much as you were addicted to tasting San again. It was hard, and it wasn't just the stiffness of the cock, but his engorged size trying to stuff itself inside your mouth was almost too much. Your jaw was hurting but the pain was too delicious, you were struggling but you wanted more of it, you wanted it wholly and you wanted it so bad. San's hips made it hard for you to lick the cum clean from his dick but you made do with what you can. "Look at my mate. My pretty, pretty mate, so fucking beautiful and so fucking needy for her alpha," San's tongue darted out to lick his chapped bottom lip and as he did, he could almost taste you in the air, "And look at you being so needy," he chuckled darkly, seeing the way your hips sway back and forth and then around as if to look for friction for your very empty cunt. "Can't wait to fill you up, baby. Can't wait to pound that sweet pussy once again," he moaned.

Hearing him so needy for you, you couldn't help but let out a whimper and immediately scrambled up. "You want to fill me up, alpha? I'll give you what you want," you grabbed the edges of your skirt and hiked it up so you could easily took your panties off and fling it across the room. With his senses heightened, the smell of your free cunt made San's eyes roll to the back of his head and his hips gyrate in your direction. "Come on, come on, come on mama, stop torturing me and let me fuck you so good and so deep, your tummy would bulge out. I'm gonna make sure you'll get good and pregnant"

You couldn't even get properly and wholly naked as you were just that desperate and needy for San. So with one edge of your skirt still hiked, you hooked your left leg around his strong right thigh and your right hand reached under to slip his tip right at your entrance. "I'm ready alpha, I'm ready for you to take me and fill me up," you panted, pressing your forehead against his while you prepared yourself mentally to take his cock inside you. San rolled his hip once and his bulbous tip slipped inside you so easily thanks to your arousal, his residual cum, and your spit, mixing together creating the perfect lubricant. "Oh fuck," you whimpered, your arms circling around San's neck so tightly, catching him in a vice grip, "You're s-so big, t-too big!" you gasped the more it slipped inside you.

San was faring no better. Having gone through the first night of his rut by himself and flooding his mind with the thought and memories of your cunt, he was going through 10 emotions all at once because he finally got to feel the real deal. Being chest-to-chest with San allowed you to feel his heart beating so hard and quick you were afraid that it would break out of his ribcage. However, your worry about him breaking something was misplaced because while you were trying to slowly get yourself ready to take him whole inch by inch, San's patience snapped. His wolf was crying out to breed you and he deemed that he needed more and he needed it right then and there.

"San! Oh my- Fuck!!" You screeched when San bottomed out inside you with one smooth move. Your arms held onto him tighter while his thighs trembled, the pleasure was overwhelming him, almost sending his head to an empty state. "Baby, my love, my mate, thank you for giving your body to me."

You weren't even accustomed to him just yet but he had started fucking you with such fervor that it took everything in you to keep your mental faculties intact and held onto him for dear life. For the life of you, you couldn't even begin to think about how San managed to fuck you even with his limbs restrained but even such thought easily slipped from your mind as all other coherent mental processes were getting fucked out of you. "A-alpha please!" you weren't sure what you were pleading for because while it hurt, the pain was too pleasurable and you truly believed that you would have gone insane had he pulled back. Not that you think he could. When you pulled away slightly, you saw the way San was staring at you with dilated pupils, his eyes even seemingly turned into a shade of gold though you were not so sure due to the dimness of the room and your body being shaken up and down like a shaker. You could feel it, you could feel his cock deep inside you. The movement allowed him to go deeper and deeper, and you were sure that his tip was coaxing your cervix to open ever so slowly as evidenced by the dull probing feeling in your lower belly area. Even the thought of his cock prying you open to accommodate his agenda made your head feel like it was swimming.

Pleasure coursed through your body almost to the maximum extent within minutes but you held on, you wanted to hold on for your husband. "Fuck, I miss this," San growled, chuckling darkly, "How did I manage to not fuck you every night? It was wrong of me to let you experience even one day without being my little cumdump, my fleshlight, my most precious little doll toy." The way he reduced you to nothing but a plaything made your cunt clench, causing San's movement to halt and his breath hitch. "Honey, don't do that, I might cum too soon," he said through gritted teeth. You moaned and dropped your head back, exposing your neck to your husband, "And is that such a bad thing, love? Come on, cum in me, you promised to fill me up so full, right?"

The encouragement effectively pushed San's inner wolf to completely take over because the next thing you know, San ripped the right cup of your bra off, exposing your breast and your perked nipple before latching his mouth on it and he resumed his fucking. Not many words were exchanged between the two of you, all sorts of communication was in the form of moans, groans, and grunts. Especially you, who was up on cloud 9 from both penetrating and sucking stimulation. San was fucking you stupid while his mouth was feasting on your breastmilk. You took a peek down to see white dribbling down San's chin a bit too calmly while his hips never stopped their work on your cunt. The intensity of the pleasure sent you reeling and you could feel you were teetering on the edge of a climax. Your limbs contorted around San even tighter so much so that you were practically floating, two bodies being supported by one and at this moment you were very much glad that San's animalistic side had taken over perhaps completely.

"F-fuck, San! Sannie! Alpha! I-I-" You wanted to tell him that you were cumming but the words were stuck in your throat. San, too preoccupied with the taste of you on his tongue, didn't bother answering but he simply bit down on your breast. The sharp pain caused you to let your control slip and then and there you came undone. Your body shook as you climaxed, your jaw unhinged and you let out a loud cry while your cunt unknowingly let out spurts of clear liquid.

San always loved it when you climaxed because your scent became more powerful and your body writhed about that sent his animalistic side into a frenzy as it paralleled his high when he caught a prey; so pliant, so submissive, so... helpless. Your orgasm served to only goad San even more as he never stopped his movement, never even faltering for a single beat. "Yes, we're so close, baby, so close," San smirked after gulping down your milk. His sharp canine dragged on your sternum in a menacing way that made it even hotter for some reason. You were already so spent and to be frank, the constant friction was becoming almost too much. Your legs were starting to cramp and your arms were slowly going numb. As glad as you were for cumming, knew you couldn't handle another one so soon, especially when you felt his knot forming.

"Alpha, alpha! Cum in me p-please! I- I can't take it anymore!" you whined, gripping him so hard that his back bore the red streaks of your nails that dug into his skin. "Yes, mama, yes. I'll cum in you, I'm cumming in you, fuck! I'm gonna get you nice and pregnant!" San announced loudly before his hips stuttered once more and his mouth latched back onto your breast. Along with his teeth digging into your soft flesh, you felt warm liquid being spurted out directly into your womb, filling you rather quickly and your mind floated back to the amount of cum San had let out not even too long ago. San's cum and knot were filling you up so stupidly good that you didn't even have any more energy to scream so you simply dropped your head onto his shoulder. Your senses were filled with San experiencing his true release after holding back for so long.

San happily sucked more of your milk, ensuring that your breast would be drained and very darkly marked, while he happily let his knot rest inside you.

Although you were still being stimulated, your body was slowly calming down and it was then did your muscles felt the after effect. Soreness started to settle in your joints and parts of your limbs but your husband's warmth was making things up for you, like a very large heating pad.

"Alpha, I'm so full," you croaked, closing your eyes when you felt San also calming down even if it was temporary. "You were so good, my mate. I'm so proud of my little mama being able to take all of that," he praised, letting his lips trail kisses from your chest, up your neck, to your cheeks, and settle to nibble on your earlobe. "But you know that this night had just begun."

Your eyes snapped open when you heard loud clanking sounds and you immediately took notice of the way the chains that were holding San's limbs were so easily broken and in a flash, you were put on the floor with San hovering over you.

"How about we try for twins this time?"

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It took you completely by surprise to hear a 20 year old so committed, so sure of his life that he had mapped out his future even with the high expectations his family gave him. Oddly enough, it didn’t freak you out when he laid out his life plan on your first date. In fact, it intrigued you and it made you notice the He had this aura of confidence that was not arrogance and he carried himself so well that you were immediately hooked.

Long story short, you both got married not long after you both turned 22 and since then you had nothing short of supporting his life.

People followed your love story like it was the most amazing fairy tale. People at church look up to the two of you and set your marriage as an example. Stories about how you nursed Yunho back to health when he got ill after neglecting his health when he was preparing for the Bar, how Yunho busted his ass working two jobs when his father challenged him by cutting him off for two years just as you two got the news that you were pregnant, how even in the worst fights of your marriage, you always make sure to honour one another and not let pride take over.

Now years later, you had become a mom to twins; a boy and a girl, Yunmin and Yunjoo who were 14 and a business owner. You spend your mornings tending to your children, the afternoon handling your beauty salon chain business, funded by Yunho when he made senior associate at his father’s law firm, and evenings for general family time.

Over the years, you noticed how hard Yunho worked to get every bit of success he has, beating the nepotism allegation every day and for that, you swore to always support him. Not only was your support good for maintaining good visuals to other people, it has proven to do wonders on your children as well.

Like tonight, your father-in-law had pulled some strings to appoint Yunho and your family to host a charity gala for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and you had flawlessly managed to handle a lot of the preparations; knowing just what to do and how to arrange things to move smoothly so that by the night of the event, all you had to do was to stand by your husband with your children by the sides, reaping all the compliments.

“Really dear, I don’t know how you manage to do it!” Mrs. Shin, a wife of the cabinet member praised as she patted you on the shoulder gently. You smiled and shook your head, “It’s nothing, I’m so used to handling event stuffs for our church that this was no big deal. It’s Yunho who deserve the praise, he studied so hard to learn about the foreign policies that affects this event’s donations, he just wanted everything to go well.” The governor’s wife smiled at you, “We appreciate you and your family’s philanthropy, I’ll be sure to pass good words to my husband, if I can find pull him away from the other cabinet members,” she joked and you all laughed.

Suddenly your daughter came to view and she tugged your arm, “Mom, the caterer is asking about the dessert display? I don’t understand what it is, so,” you cut her off with a nod and a smile, “It’s okay sweetie, I’ll handle it. Can you go find Yunmin?” Yunjoo nodded at you and excused herself from the ladies who stared at her in awe. “I’m sorry ladies, I need to handle some things,” you excused yourself as well which received a huge supportive encouragement and more compliments even as you walked off.

“I don’t know how she does it,” one lady said, watching as you gracefully pulled the catering coordinator discreetly into the back, “I mean, is she even human?” She sighed, shaking her head. Another lady shook her head as well, “Her and her family must be some sort of a test the government is putting on society so we know how flawed we all are,” she muttered. Someone interjected, “I can’t bear seeing her stupidly perfect face, I mean can’t she be a bitch or an airhead?” She scoffed. The friend next to her smacked her gently on the elbow, “Madam Ahn, watch your words, people can hear!” Which made her roll her eyes, “If we have to endure her hoity-toity ass, they all need too. I mean, is it not just sickening? She got a good husband, good kids, good background, good education, and maybe her ass is still good and smooth, and her tits don’t need tape to stay put and upright,” she spat out bitterly. The rest of the group chastised her gently, but even on the inside, they knew that their friend had a point. It was truly infuriating to see you living so well, living such a perfect life with a perfect husband and perfect kids. Behind their smiles and praises were suffocating, bitter jealousy that you get to have what they wanted.

While the guests were gushing, you were handling the situation in the back while Yoonjoo went to look for her brother who she soon saw was standing at the balcony with two of his friends. Her heels clicked and Yunmin immediately took notice of her, smiling brightly and goofily posing in front of her. “Sis!” He called out and Yoonjoo struck a similar pose, “Bro!” She called back, giggling as she approached him. “I didn’t take you in as a balcony person, came to hang out with us?” he grinned at her to which she shook her head, “Nah, Mom’s looking for you, I think she needs your help with something.” Yunmin nodded and told his sister to go back in first and he’ll join soon.

As Yoonjoo walk inside, Yunmin’s friends started saying ‘bye’ to Yoonjoo in an obnoxious mock flirting way.

“Dude, you should’ve introduced your sister to us!” One of them slung an arm around Yunmin’s shoulder and almost immediately, the smile on Yunmin’s face dropped and he turned to look at his friend. “What?” He asked in a low voice. Another one of his friends stepped up and snickered, “She seems like a very sweet girl, unlike the girls we usually hang out and put with,” something about his words made the others snickered as well and as much as Yunmin hates to admit it, he knew very well what they were talking about. He immediately shoved his friend’s arm off and wordlessly walked into the venue, automatically plastering on a smile as soon as he stepped into the premises as people recognized him.

Your father-in-law stood in the corner, watching the way your family work together for the event. His gaze only broke when some of his partners came approaching to which he immediately pretend as if he wasn’t watching in the first place.

“Mr. Jung! Good to see the event going splendidly!” One of them said, patting him on the shoulder as the clinked their glasses of overpriced whisky. “Glad to know you see it as such a success, my son and his family worked really hard to make sure nothing went wrong,” your father-in-law smiled. “Speaking of your son, where the devil is he anyway?” Another chimed in, looking around the room, hoping to see Yunho. “He’s working the room, the host needs to be accommodating after all,” your father-in-law assured. “We’ll, we need to talk to him, because you didn’t hear this from me, but the minister was raving about how great this gala has been, even saying that this made up for the oil import mess that happened because of Shim Gihun,” another partner added which effectively made your father-in-law’s posture straighten, “He really said that?” Seeing how interested he became, the rest of the partners exchanged looks and agreed to let your father-in-law in on their discussion. “We wouldn’t say that he did had it not happened. But that’s why we wanted to talk to Yunho because we think this is a sign for us to have the partners discussion with him,” one of the partners said. Although the company belonged to him, your father-in-law was shocked to know that his son was being considered for such position so soon. After all, it was him who told Yunho that ‘nepotism’ doesn’t exist in his vocabulary if it meant Yunho only gets easy and good things. “Are we sure it’s not too soon? The boy still has a LOT to learn,” your father-in-law asked, clearly hesitant to even open the discussion. One of the partners shrugged, “Your boy is a man with a family, Mr. Jung. But surely you realize we also have concerns, that’s why we want to see how Yunho would react. Do you think we can talk with him?” Your father-in-law pursed his lips after he took a sip of his whiskey, thinking of a way to buy himself some time to consider whether it was a good idea or not. “How about we talk shop first thing Monday morning? It’s a gala, we should let Yunho focus on his hosting duties. After all, the governor is strictly against work talk during a charity function,” he suggested which luckily was accepted by the rest of the partners.

Meanwhile, the man in question was gathered with his friends at the bar, laughing while enjoying themselves.

Yunho stood in the middle as Mingi slung an arm around his shoulders as he boasted about his best friend to strangers and Wooyoung patted him on the back while San was taking the hundredth selfie of the night with Yeosang who looked like he was just happy to be there. “You hard working son-of-a-bitch, you did it you beautiful bastard!” Wooyoung exclaimed as he pressed a wet kiss to Yunho’s cheek, completely ignoring the old lady who was staring at them in horror, presumably from the blatant display of homo affection or from the language, or most likely, both. “Thanks man, could’ve tone it down with the skinship, but I appreciated it!” Yunho chuckled.

San finally put his phone in his pocket and grinned, “I’m telling you, your dad will be very proud of you, Yunho. Not everyone has the capacity to do this!” “And who knows,” Mingi grinned, “Maybe your dad will finally let you take that vacation you always wanted to take!” He teased, grinning mischievously as he pumped his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

Yunho rolled his eyes at his friends’ antics, but he couldn’t help the smirk blooming on his face thinking about the possibility of finally getting a well-deserved break.

“Even if I get that long holiday, I’d still need to make arrangements you know,” Yunho stated, “Planning something like that isn’t easy, in fact, I heard that it’s a pain in the ass.” Yeosang shrugged at him, “I mean, it depends on how the other parties involved are like, really. Planning could be a breeze as long as the other parties are cooperative,” he said and immediately, Wooyoung snickered, “Well, we all know what she’s like.”

Just as Yunho was about to say something in response, you suddenly showed up with a smile and Mingi immediately hugged you before Yunho could even say anything.

“There’s Ms. Wife of the Year!” Wooyoung exclaimed, pushing Mingi away from you (rather aggressively, you might add) to hug you tightly as he paused to inhale your perfume in an exaggerated manner, making you cringe but laugh at his antics, “Still smelling like a goddess, I see. How do you do it?” Wooyoung winked. Yunho rolled his eyes and pushed his friend away, “One bottle of her perfume could cover San’s BMW’s monthly payment, that’s how.” Wooyoung scoffed and smacked Yunho on the shoulder, “When the result is perfection, do you really want to complain?” You chuckled at Wooyoung’s dramatics and simply patted him on the arm, “Thank you for that… I wanna say compliment?” “You wanna say that I’m your favorite amongst everyone bar none,” Wooyoung smirked before he threw a wink at Yunho who cringed at him. “Anything to help you sleep at night, Wooyoung. But I actually came here because it’s time for the speech so, Yunho, we need to get you to the stage,” you reminded. Yunho nodded and slipped away to stand next to you with an arm around your waist.

“Aww, look at this beautiful picture,” San said with a hand to his chest, looking at you and Yunho with a look that can only be described as a ‘proud mom’ look, “Can’t believe you two have been together for so long and you two are still this close with each other,” he suddenly grabbed the two of you by the shoulders and dramatically exhaled, “Don’t let go of each other, you two are my hope, my dreams, my Gomez and Morticia, my Mr and Mrs Potato Head,” “You’re a potato head,” Wooyoung cringed. Though, San simply exhale shakily and shook his head, “These two are my potatoes,” he sniffed as if he was about to cry.

Before you could ask if he was okay, Yeosang stepped in to pull San back with a sheepish smile, “I apologize, he had a couple of drinks in his system.” His statement made you frown in concern, “Oh my God, how much alcohol did he have?” Mingi then piped in from next to Yunho, “No, he had grape juice,” he cringed, half-embarrassed for his friend.

Wooyoung nudged you and nodded his head to the area of the stage, “I think it’s best you leave with Yunho now before San starts his rant/meltdown about Rapunzel and Flynn Rider,” Just as he said that, San snapped his head at Wooyoung and glared, “You promised you won’t bring that up in public anymore,” he scowled. “Oh I’m sorry, when the fuckity fuck have I EVER promised that? Besides, was it me who brought it up last night?” Wooyoung shot back, “Uh, YEAH?” San and Wooyoung started bickering and Yeosang could only sat there watching them, looking a bit too entertained even in the middle of his friends fighting while Mingi tried his best to pretend he didn’t know any of them. It was then that you and Yunho decided to slip away quietly.

As you two stood by the stage, you turn and look at Yunuho again. “Are you ready for your speech?” Y/ou asked as you dust off his suit and tugged on his lapel to make it snug. “When have I ever not?” Yunho grinned, fixing his posture just as you fixed his tie, “Um, our wedding vows?” You pointed out with a raised eyebrow. Yunho’s eyebrows droop, making him look like a sad puppy, “You didn’t like my ‘I love you, farts, warts, and all’ speech?” “That was at our secret courthouse wedding, did you not remember what happened during Holy Matrimony?” Realization dawned on Yunho and his face reddened at the reminder of his blunder, “Okay, you can’t blame me for sneezing!” “Well, thanks to that, our wedding was almost blessed by Mother Mariachi!” You pointed out. He didn’t have an answer to that so he only pouted and crossed his arms, to which you pulled apart as to not wrinkle his suit.

You only noticed his pout when you look up at him, along with the fact that he looked exactly like himself almost two decades ago, just with more wrinkles that were perfectly placed. You couldn’t help but smile as you cup his face, “I’m so proud of you, Yunho.” Your vision blurred as a tear escaped your eye which was quickly wiped away by Yunho’s thumb when he cupped your face back, “Not as much as I’m proud of you. Thank you for helping me with this event, I couldn’t have done it without you,” he said.

Just as another wave of emotion wash over you, you waved your hands wildly, trying to push your sappy feelings away while pushing him towards the stage. “Go! Go! Your crowd’s waiting!” You shooed. Yunho then left you with a peck to the side of your head, jogging up the stage where the crowd immediately started clapping just from his presence.

At the sideline, you could see how confident Yunho looked, he was absolutely in his element and he even seemed like he was glowing. Meanwhile the crowd absolutely ate him up, they were in awe, totally focused on him as if they were entranced. Well, how could anyone not? Except for his children who were on their phones. At least Yunmin was taking pictures and perhaps a video of his father, Yunjoo was furiously typing on her phone, probably keeping up with gossip with her friends or complaining about the event not wrapping up yet.

Luckily for you, the rest of the event went on smoothly without as much as a hiccup.

“Thank you for having us, dear, I look forward to your next event and I’ll call you in a day or two for brunch, okay?” one of the senior partner’s wife said as she hugged you goodbye while her husband shook Yunho’s hand, “Well done, son, you’ve proved yourself tonight,” he chuckled happily, patting Yunho on the shoulder proudly. “Well, Sir, I didn’t become your favorite Junior Associate for nothing, you taught me well,” Yunho grinned, proud that his mentor praised him so highly. “When the time comes, and I won’t say when, you know I will be voting you in as a partner,” he winked at Yunho, hinting at the forthcoming path in Yunho’s future.

Soon after everyone left, there were only your family and the staff left at the venue.

As you helped pull the decorations off (much to the decoration vendor owner’s protest), you noticed that your children were practically passed out by the chair and your husband was looking at his watch before he looked up and met your eyes. You decided to remain busy as Yunho approached, finding work interesting even after a long night of partying.

“So… It’s getting late,” Yunho started behind you, “I think the kids could use some rest.”

Without looking back, you answered him in a voice as seemingly normally happy as you could. “Oh, I still have some stuff to do here so why don’t you go home first with the kids? I’ll take a cab home.”

Yunho was silent for a moment, probably contemplating whether to coax you home or just leave. Seeing as how you weren’t stopping working, he decided on the latter.

“Okay, I’ll take the kids home, you be careful and let me know when you’re on your way back, okay?” He said, reaching over to gently grab your shoulder and kiss the back of your head, “Bye, honey.” Yunho walked away to get the kids but before he got far, he turned to look back at you once more, “Oh, by the way, I think I need to stop by the office after I drop the kids off, Mr. Kim from the district office told me he needed some things checked and reported by tomorrow before Monday, so depending on how late it gets, I might just sleep at the office and drive back in the morning.” “Okay honey, drive safe,” you answered back without looking at him.

It wasn’t until you hear your family walking away that you finally straighten up and watch them leave.

You thought maybe you should’ve gone home with them because you do feel tired. You left your house at 10 am to rush around getting some last minute things, going to the venue to prepare for the event, reminding your kids to come early, then dealing with some pre-event catastrophe, you were due a long rest. But even then, you knew, you just knew that you wouldn’t be able to sleep anyways knowing that there were things that go bump in the night. Or specifically, those who went bumping at night.

Meanwhile, after Yunho dropped his kids off, he immediately made his way out again.

Usually, his way to the office from his apartment was quite direct and simple. He’d exit his apartment area, take a left, go straight until the first red light, take a right then it’s straight to the business district. But this time, he took a left from the red light, heading off somewhere with a bottle of wine he swiped from your shared collection. It took about 25 minutes of drive before he arrived at another apartment complex, much shabbier in a neighborhood that was not in the good part of town. Yunho should know, he had visited that same apartment several times during business hours to deal with some thugs. Or make a deal with some thugs to expedite certain processes. You know, regular business.

Had someone who knew Yunho seen how natural he navigated the area, they would probably be surprised because one might wonder how often and for what purpose did Yunho have to be there at 1 am on a weekend?

The answer lied on the 8th floor, room number 813.

Yunho had ditched his jacket and tie and was left with his white blouse that had two of its buttons undone and his styled hair perfectly mussed. He rung the doorbell and while he waited, he looked at his reflection on the screen of his phone once before lowering it as the door opened.

Yunho smirked and lifted the bottle of wine, waving it cheekily, “I got some great news,” he said coyly.

The young woman, who were at least 15 years younger than him, raised an eyebrow and smirked back, “Is this you giving in and buying me that Birkin I want?” Yunho scoffed and shook his head, “Better.” The woman stepped up and slinked her arms around Yunho’s shoulders as her feet caress Yunho’s leg, “Straight to the point, how happy will this great news make me?” She asked with her voice drooped and her lips inching close, brushing against Yunho’s as she spoke.

“If you wanna know, you have to work for the answer,” he said as he smacked her barely covered ass, a signal she had become familiar with so she obliged. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, letting Yunho bring the two of them inside where once again, she allowed him to shower her with things she could only ever dream of, knowing that while Yunho was the one pampering her financially, it was all at the expense of his wife. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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