#thesafecafe

“Hyuck I should rock your shit! Why’d you bring me here?!” You were tempted to wrap your hands around his neck and strangle him until he turned blue. “Oh come on! You’ve been at my place for two weeks, and I know you miss him!” He waved his hand towards the Bohemian curtain covered entryway into his friend’s private section of the club he owned. He’d brought you on a night when the club was closed, blindfolded and unaware. “He misses you too!”

You groaned internally. Months of suppressed feelings, jealous moments, and heated words had erupted in the biggest argument you’d had in your relationship with your fiance, Jisung. Insecurities had reared their ugly heads in your relationship, and you had stormed out. You hadn’t talked to each other in two weeks. You weren’t ready to face him yet, the guilt from yelling at him eating away at you. Of course, you weren’t the only one in the wrong, but you still felt responsible. Before anxiety could eat at you further, Haechan nudged you forward. 

“Come on. I know neither of you have been home, and you need each other. He loves you more than anything in this world, and I’ve never seen either of you more happy than when you’re with each other. I’m pretty fucking awesome, but I’m not him mama.” You know he’s right. You know you love Jisung more than almost anything in this world. Haechan’s usual nickname for you, which usually brought a wave of butterflies to your stomach, didn’t even elicit a reaction in the face of the realization that no one else in the world had your heart like he did.

“Now you know I’m right. Now go fix this, make out, apologize, suck his dick, however you two work things out. I have to go and tend to someone’s black eye. See you later! Or, well, hopefully not.” You swatted him,  and he laughed as he made his way out, leaving you with your thoughts. The silence made you nervous, and you took a few deep breaths. It was now or never, and you had to face him again some day. Wiping off your palms, you took the first step forward.

Your legs carried you through the curtain, and into the room that your lover was in. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light, you spotted him, sitting at his usual booth. Files littered the table, haphazard and unorganized. Jisung looked through them one last time before cursing. You watched as he took off his glasses, setting them down, before he grabbed his drink. A scotch on the rocks, a drink you regularly teased him for drinking, calling it an old man's drink. He leaned back to drink it, taking a few sips before he noticed you. 

“Hi…” You managed to speak without your voice shaking, mentally patting yourself on the back. He looked at you, his expression unreadable. He lifted a hand towards you, waving you over. You walked until you stood in front of his table. “You’re here. What happened to Hyuck?” He stared up at you. “He brought me here actually. And he said he had to tend to someone’s black eye.”

Jisung nodded, and set his drink down. “Are you staying?” It was your turn to nod, holding your head down. An awkward silence filled the air. After a while though, you couldn’t stand it anymore.

 “Look, Jisung, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to c-” You cut yourself off when he hold up his hand, silencing you. “I know. I’m sorry too, and since you’re back, I already know we’re going to be okay. And I forgive you. You forgive me right?” You raise your head at his tone, but you agree. “Good. And you know that I love you, right? No matter what?”  You nod again, unsure of where this was going. It was making you nervous.

“Jisung, are you breaking up with me?” Your stomach twists in knots at the possibility of the answer. But before you can get too deep in your head, he quickly reassures you. “No! No babe, I’m not breaking up with you. Come here.” He shoved the table out of your way, making room for you to stand between his thighs. He grabbed your hand once you were close enough, threading his fingers between yours. “I just want to put this argument behind us as soon as possible. I missed you.” He finally smiles, and just like that, a weight has been lifted from your chest. 

You leaned down, pecking his lips. “I missed you too, Ji.” He brought his hands up to your face, pulling you in for a deeper kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips, and sliding up against yours. After a few moments, he broke away. “I’m glad you did, baby. Now, on your knees.” The smile on your face quickly morphed into one of confusion. Jisung was sitting there in front of you, caressing your face and smiling at you like you were the most precious thing in his world, completely in contrast with what his words just implied. “Sorry, what?”

Jisung’s grin grew wider. “You heard me baby. Don’t make me have to put you there myself.” A shiver ran up your spine at the command, and you found yourself sinking to your knees in front of him. “Ji, I thought you forgave me-” You are silenced when he puts a finger to your lips. “Shh baby. You're right, you are forgiven. Mostly. But you’re not off the hook just yet.” Tapping your lips, Jisung’s smirk grew wider when your lips parted, and slipped his middle finger right into your mouth. “Did you really think I was gonna let it slide that you ran off to another man’s house for two weeks without calling me?” He slipped another finger into your mouth, and slowly started moving them up and down. 

Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening. He chuckled darkly at your expression. “Aww, don’t look so surprised baby. You knew I wouldn't stand for it, you had to. My baby couldn’t be so stupid. Could she?” You could feel the way his words started to affect you, and your cheeks warmed. “You had to know how that would affect me; how mad, no, how fucking pissed I was. Maybe you are stupid after all.”

If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now. Jisung thrust his fingers faster in your mouth, his fingers drenched in the saliva pooling around your tongue. Some of it dribbled down your chin. He pressed further a bit,  making you gag around his fingers a bit before pulling them back out. “Look at you baby, such a messy little whore. You look so pretty on your knees. Spread your legs.” 

You felt your cheeks grow warmer, but you did as he said. It was pitiful how wet your panties were, and even more embarrassing when he laughed at you. “Aww, how pathetic. Your panties are that wet from having something in your mouth?” His lips formed into a fake pout. “I haven't even done anything to you yet.” 

Heat was spreading over your body as he looked at you. You whined, wanting him to do something instead of just stare. “Ji, please, I…” Your words died off as he made direct eye contact with you. “You what baby? You want me to fuck you?” You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. He was having none of it though, and with his clean hand, he forced your chin back up. His fingers pressed into your cheeks. “Look at me. Tell me that you want me to fuck you.” 

“I want you to fuck me.” Jisung laughed cruelly, his own gaze dropping for a moment. “So you can behave when it comes to dick? I should expect no less from a pathetic slut like you. Stand up, take them off.” You stood, sliding your panties down carefully. “God, they were almost glued to you, weren’t they?” He pulled you towards him, his hands raising your already short dress higher. He rested a hand on your bare ass, holding you steady. His soaked fingers slid against your wetness, the tips of his fingers grazing against your clit. You shuddered at the sensation, a whine slipping past your lips.

“Ah ah ah, shhh baby. You wanted this right? You want me to fuck you right?” You nodded, averting your gaze. “Exactly. You’re getting what you want” his fingers suddenly thrust into you, making you gasp, “so don’t complain.” His fingers slammed into you at a brutal pace, making an obscene sound that rang out in the empty club. Your mouth hung open, and you held onto his shoulders for support. He pulled his fingers out of you, this time moving the frantic energy of his hand to your clit. He smiled as you shuddered above him.

“Feel good baby? Yeah? You love when I use my fingers like this? I shouldn’t even let you cum, not talking to me for two weeks. You don’t deserve it.” You whined, feeling your legs shake and your stomach drop at the thought of him stopping right now.  “Please, Ji, please  let me cum! I’m sorry! Promise it won’t happen again, I promise!” Your words slurred together as you whined, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed about it. “How could I deny my sweet girl, when you look so adorable like this?” The intensity in his gaze caught you off guard. “Cum for me baby. All over my hand, just like that.” His words coaxed you over the edge, and your body shook as your orgasm sent shockwaves of pleasure through you.

 Jisung carefully pulled you closer, pulling you down enough to kiss your forehead, and then your lips. “So good for me baby.” As your breath returned to normal, he slowly pushed you back to your position on the floor, on your knees. “Clean up your mess baby.” He pressed his soaked fingers to your lips, and you opened your mouth, but this time, you had your own agenda. Taking only his middle finger in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around it, before taking it into your mouth as deeply as you could. You sucked at it gently, before releasing it.

Jisung groaned, visibly affected by your little stunt. He knew what you were up to, but he didn’t mind. “Real subtle, baby. But since you’re eager to show off, I won’t stop you.” Maintaining eye contact with you, he unbuckled his belt with one hand, pulling it off completely. You reached up, unzipping his pants, and were rewarded with the sight of the bulge against his underwear. You quickly freed him from his underwear. He sighed once you had him in your hand, the thick, veiny length throbbing in your palm.

Guiding him towards your mouth, you held back a giggle at the groan he let out as you started flicking your tongue across the tip. Your hand moved up and down the base slowly, the gentle but firm grip you had on him making his head spin. He hissed when one of your nails grazed his skin. “Fuck, baby, do that again.” You eased your grip a bit to let your nails rake against him as you moved, fully sucking on his tip now.

Jisung threw his head back, cursing. He bit his lip as you finally removed your hand, taking him deeper in your mouth. You slowly bobbed your head up  and down, hollowing your throat and cheeks from time to time. “Fuck, you're so pretty like this. My pretty  slut, so fucking beautiful.” You felt pride and warmth swell in your chest as he praised you, loving that you could have just as much of an effect on him that he could on you.

“You're making me feel so good baby, so good. Wanna make me cum, yeah? Wanna make me cum all over that beautiful face?” He smiled at you, brushing a few stray braids away from your face. You nodded, still swirling your tongue around him. “Let me fuck your face then. Will you let me use that pretty mouth, baby?” You pulled back, releasing him from your mouth. “I thought you'd never ask.” You opened your mouth wide, not even needing to be told to.

“Good girl. Here, let me help you  though.” Leaning over your head, he pulled a spare hair tie from his pocket, quickly trying your braids back. He knew you'd just gotten them done, and there would be hell to pay on his end if he pulled one too hard. Once he was done, he sat back up. “Take off your dress baby. And your bra.” You quickly did as he said, before resuming your position. Jisung unbuttoned his shirt, allowing you to see his toned abdomen underneath. 

Grabbing your face, he presses his hand to either side of your cheeks, making your mouth open wider. He presses his hips forward, lining himself up with your mouth. “Ready baby?” You give him a thumbs up, one of your nonverbal signs of consent. Pushing himself past your lips, he moans, louder this time. You both know that he's already close to his end, but neither of you care. Setting up a pace you're familiar with, Jisung began fucking your face, curses and moans of your name slipping past his lips.

“Your mouth feels so good, holy fuck!” His eyes rolled back, and he started to feel lightheaded. “I'm gonna cum, right in this pretty mouth, fuck baby.” His hips jerked, stuttering as he got closer. You weren't making it any easier, sucking on him whenever he lingered a second too long before pulling out again. With a few more shallow thrusts in your mouth, he paused, his orgasm finally washing over him. Hot, sticky, and white ropes of cum filled your mouth, and you pulled off of him so that none would spill out. 

When he came down from his high, Jisung smiled at you, his signature dorky grin. “You’re so good to me angel.” He smoothed his hands over your head gently, looking at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes, it was making your heart speed up. He pinched the sides of your lips, causing some of his cum to spill out of your mouth. He caught it with his  fingers, spreading it over your chin and cheeks. You swallowed the rest, showing him when you were done. “Good job baby. Come here.” He pulled you up from your knees, and made you straddle his thighs. He pulled your face close to him, kissing your lips passionately. You tugged at his shirt, and he pulled it off his shoulders, breaking the kiss to do so.

“You okay baby? I wasn’t too rough was I?” You shook your head. “I’m okay Ji. A little hoarse, but okay.” He smiled, kissing your forehead. “Good. I’m not done with you yet, and I don’t want you to be in pain.” He smirked, kissing you again, before pulling his pants down further. “I want you to ride me. Think you can do that baby?” You nodded, but he shook his head. “Words baby. You know how to use your mouth don’t you?” Your eyebrows raised, still taken a bit off guard by his vulgarity. “Yes Ji, I can.” He sat back, allowing you to align yourself over him properly, before slowly sinking onto his dick. 

You both moaned at the feeling. Once he was all the way in, you took a moment to adjust to his size, reveling in the feeling of being filled up so nicely. You started to move when you were ready, setting a comfortable pace for the both of you. “Look how well you fit around me, you’re so fucking perfect.” He groaned, eyes glued to where your bodies connected. He slowly looked up, taking in every inch of your body. He paused when  his eyes landed on your boobs. Squishing them together in his hands, he leaned forward, swirling his tongue around one, then the other. He gave equal attention to each of your boobs, licking, sucking, and biting them until marks were starting to form on your skin. 

You moaned, loving the attention he was showing to your chest. You were starting to pick up speed as you rode him, getting you both closer to the edge. He let go of your boobs, moving his hands down to your hips. He slammed his hips upwards into you, meeting each of your movements with his own. “Yeah, just like that, fuck baby. You’re squeezing me so tightly, I know you’re close.” He reached between your bodies, his fingers coming down to play with your clit. You threw your head back cursing. “Are you gonna cum baby? Yeah?” You whined at his words, nodding, too caught up in the sensations you were feeling to speak. “Go on then. Cum for me baby. Yeah, let go just like that, I got you.” 

Your walls spasmed around him as you came, and he put an arm around you, steadying you both as your orgasm sent him right into his. He grunted, his eyes rolling back and closing momentarily. With a speed that you’d never seen before, he switched your positions, manhandling you so that you were both on the floor now, and you were on all fours. Before you could speak, you felt him behind you, slipping back into the warmth of your soft walls. He immediately started to move, his hand gripping your hips while pounding into your pussy like his life depended on it. 

“Fuck, Ji, sensitive- ah!” Your body jerked at the feeling of his hand coming down to play with your clit again. He was driving the both of you into overstimulation, but he didn’t care. He needed you, his craving for your body and presence having skyrocketed during your time apart. “You’re mine baby. This pussy is mine. And you’ll never run to some other man when we’re having problems ever again, will you? Say it. Promise me.” 

You cried out as he smacked your clit, getting you closer to your third orgasm. “I promise, fuck I promise not to do it again! I’m yours!” He smirked, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he continued drilling you. One last harsh smack to your clit had you seeing stars all over again, your legs giving out on you.

Jisung held you up, not far behind you as he painted your insides  white once more, his tip pressed against that spongy spot inside of you. You caught your breath on the floor, acutely aware of the things around you.  In the sudden silence of the club, time seemed to pass incredibly slowly. Once you were sure that your breathing was back to normal, you turned to see how your fiance was doing. You made eye contact with him to see he was already staring at you, a shy grin on his face. He pulled out of you carefully, causing you to hiss.

“Sorry baby. Here, let me help you get dressed and find a towel for you.” Pulling his clothes back on quickly, he ran to his personal bar, grabbing a clean towel. He ran it under some warm water before coming back to you. Helping you off of the floor, he laid you on the couch, slipping your dress back on. He carefully wiped between your legs, wiping any extra fluids away. When he was done, he set the towel aside, coming to sit next to you. He took you in his arms, and kissed your forehead. “Never knew you were so possessive Ji.” You teased him, a lazy smile on your face.

His ears flushed a deep red, and he giggled nervously. “Yeah, well, how could I not be? You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I don’t wanna let you go, ever. Call me selfish, but I love you more than anything in this world, so deal with it.” You rolled your eyes at his sass, but his words made your heart flutter. “You mean the world to me too Jisung. I love you too.” He leaned in, kissing your lips, sweetly and softly. Suddenly, you heard your phone buzzing. You broke the kiss to check it.You saw it was an incoming call from Haechan.

You answered it, putting it on speakerphone for Jisung to hear as well. “Hey Hyuck. What’s up?” Haechan grunted as he answered.  “Hey mama, tell your boyfriend the next time he punches someone, make sure it’s not Jaehyun. This bitch has made me run up and down his apartment stairs at least twenty times.” Jisung’s eyes widened, and he quickly snatched your phone up. “Oops, sorry, broken connection Hyuck, bye!” 

He hung up the phone, throwing it over to the other side of the booth. He gave you a sheepish look as you narrowed you eyes at him. “Is that why Hyuck said he had to tend to a black eye? Jisung!” He held his hands up in surrender. “Okay I shouldn’t have punched him, bot I saw him looking at your ass in those pictures from when you and Hyuck went to the bowling alley! He shouldn’t have been looking!” You glared at him for a few more moments, before  bursting into laughter. “God, what am I gonna do with you, hm?” 

where…where to start?? this seems like a dream. and i’m assuming the balmain fit you’re talking about is the one he wore for the cosmopolitan shoot, right? the one where he was very much shirtless underneath 😀 ugh god,, imagining him standing in that outfit with an undercut and with that laugh coming from his lips?? 😵‍💫💦 he most certainly is a sight out of a dream, a wet dream to be more specific. the way i’d run to him immediately…that food and wine would be of no concern when there’s a full course meal in the form of kim hongjoong standing right before me. i’d devour him whole; him in balmain, shirtless, and with an undercut?? i’d be insatiable.

he would make a whole special ordeal out of it. the secrecy, the planning, the food, the wine, the music, all of it. he’d definitely make it an unforgettable night; certainly every night with him would be unforgettable. 😩

Your twin girls, only two years old, were always asking about their father. Constantly asking when they would talk to him, or see him again, it broke your heart when you saw their disappointment flickering across their faces when you would tell them he was busy at work.

And speaking of your children, you were also concerned for their needs. While you did work to support the three of you, your job only paid you enough to cover basic bills, clothes for the twins, and your groceries. Yuta usually covered everything else, from the rent and insurance to the twins daycare fees; he usually left a stack of bills on your bedroom dresser when he came to visit.

He insisted you didn't need to work, but you were stubborn. You felt you needed your job in case of emergencies. In case of times like these. While you hated to admit it, your babies depended on that money. Being an inconsistent parent was not going to cut it; you couldn't afford that. You didn't know what his problem was, but you were sure as hell going to find out.

You called your mother to watch the twins, leaving them in her care for the night. You waved one final goodbye to them before going back home to change. Your baby daddy had clearly forgotten who he was dealing with. If he thought for one second you were going to let him abandon his daughters, and only be a "sometimes dad," then he was sorely mistaken.

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Club Highway to Heaven was packed. It was usually brimming with customers; slow days were rare. Due to its location, it was a popular nightlife spot, with minimal competition. Spotting that the line was wrapped around the corner as usual, you immediately pulled around to the back parking lot reserved for the staff.

No one would bother you about parking in the back, and there was a parking space Yuta had reserved for you. But as you pulled forward, you saw a car in the space next to Yuta's. A gaudy pink Prius with cat ears on top sat there, in your way. In your space. "Ohhh, I see what this is about." You laughed softly, shaking your head.

You chose a random space to park in, not far from the back entrance. You got out, quickly making your way to the door, and putting in the code. You knew Yuta never changed the codes to this place, in spite of your many warnings about safety. Swinging the door open, you step carefully into the club. Immediately, you are transported to a different atmosphere.

The purple lights of the club caress your skin, enveloping you into the overall ambience. As you walk to the main floor of the club, the strong smelling mixture of alcohol, sweat, and weed make you choke out a cough.

Passing through the main floor, you see many half naked women, some walking the floor while others slide down poles. A familiar Rihanna song blares through the club speakers. Bottle girls in outfits nearly as skimpy as the dancers run around with drinks, trying to service their sections as quickly as possible. Men and women alike were cheering and throwing money like there was no tomorrow.

'Business is definitely booming.' You thought as you crossed the floor, and walked towards Yuta's office. You stopped when you reached the door, guarded by a massive, familiar bouncer. "Andre, long time no see. How's it going?" Your tone was sweet, calm. It would put anyone who didn't know you at ease. But the giant man at the door knew the look in your eye. It meant business. "Not too bad miz' Y/N. Here for the boss?”

"You know it." Andre gave you a knowing smile and stepped aside, letting you pass into the office. You walked slowly inside, not wanting your heels to give you away. Inside the office, Yuta sat behind his desk. A woman, presumably a dancer, sat in his lap. Her hand was on his chest, as she laughed at something he said before you came in.

"Well what the fuck do we have here?" Your casual words startled the pair. Yuta jumped, knocking the girl onto the floor. You'd probably laugh if you weren't pissed off. "Oh shit, Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?" Yuta asked, quickly adjusting his coat over his chest, as if he hadn't just been being felt up by one of his dancers.

"What the hell am I doing here? Oh I don't fucking know Yuta, maybe checking in on my children's dumbass father, who apparently forgot how to answer a got damn phone call! You've seriously been ghosting me to try and get your dick wet?!"

You were yelling now, and you hadn't meant to explode like that, but it was the last straw. Seeing him sit there, seemingly enjoying himself, while you had been worrying yourself at home had pushed you to the edge.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. Yuta looked at the dancer, catching her eye. "Candy, can we get some privacy please?" The woman, who'd been sitting on the floor the whole time, quickly got up, fixing her outfit before trotting out of the room. When you hear the door close, you release the breath you were holding.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. Can you please let me explain?" Sighing, you nod, earning a gentle smile from him. He grabbed your hand, guiding you to sit down in one of the mismatched chairs he liked to keep around. "Don't think you're off the hook though Nakamoto. I'm mad as fuck, and I don't want excuses, I want answers."

"Okay Y/N, calm down, you know I'll give it to you straight. I wouldn't lie to you." You raised an eyebrow. "Okay maybe not all the time but- you know what, nevermind. I apologize for not returning your calls. Work has been busy." He gave a noncommittal shrug, but he wouldn't look you in the eyes. He was hiding something.

"So busy that you can't make time for your daughters? They ask for you every day. They haven't seen or heard from you in weeks Yuta! They ask for you all the time, and I have to be the bearer of bad news and hold them when they cry because their daddy is busy with 'work.' I've been calling, and you wouldn't know if they were sick or in need of something because you haven't bothered to pick up your damn phone.”

Yuta hung his head low, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. "You're right. I'm sorry. I was wrong for going off the grid like that, and you and my babies didn't deserve it. It's just been way harder lately to manage things.”

Yuta rubbed his face, and for the first time, you took in his full appearance. His coat hung off of his arms, exposing his tense shoulders. He looked paler than usual, and there were bags under his eyes, barely concealed by make-up. He looked tired. "Talk to me. What's been going on?"

"I... had to fire my head manager. He was sneaking in coke bricks for some of the dancers. And I've been trying to find the source, since every other day, a dancer is showing up high off their ass. I've got to hire new security, since some people like to sneak in." He gave you a pointed look. "And I'm not trying to 'get my dick wet' as you so nicely put it. I was trying to investigate."

You regarded him skeptically. "Getting felt up by your employees is what you call investigating? Okay Mr. Officer." Yuta rolled his eyes at you.

"Getting that close to any of the dancers is hard enough, but you just happened to ruin my meeting with one of the biggest suspects in here. Candy is a ringleader of sorts. She was fucking that manager, and I'm pretty sure he's still got her running coke in here out of spite. But I don't have enough proof, since the other dancers are scared of her. I needed to get the information somehow, but alas, here we are."

You thought back to the woman who'd been there just a few minutes ago. She didn't seem very imposing from the floor, (and clad in a skimpy pink two piece set with cat ears), but you knew you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Your eyes widened as you realized something. "So that's the tramp who was in my parking spot! With cat ears!"

Yuta's ears turned red. "You uh, you saw that?" He stuttered, embarrassed. "Hell yeah I saw it! It would be a bitch who drives a Prius. That ugly ass car." Yuta couldn't help the snort that passed his lips at that.

"In spite of all that though, I understand why you've been busier. But you still could've sent me a text back, an email, hell, a regular letter in the mail! Anything to tell me you were alright. You made me worried, Yuta. We promised to communicate, for the sake of our girls and to maintain a good emotionally safe environment for them. They need us both, and this inconsistent parenting can't go on. I'm willing to help you with whatever it is you need for this place but don't shut me out. That only hurts us all. Okay?”

"Okay. Again, I'm sorry. I'll do better Y/N, for you and my girls. You have my word." Yuta leaned across his desk, offering you his hand. Resting your hand on his, you held back a shiver as he kissed the back of your hand. His lips were warm and soft against your skin. The tension in your shoulders slowly melted away as he kept your hand in between his, rubbing it softly. It was a habit he'd learned, back when you were together, to help calm you down.

He committed all small habits of yours to memory, easily able to perceive your mood. Now, as he sat playing with your hand, his thoughts were whirling. He still felt guilty for the way he'd left you in the dark, and he felt extra guilty that you saw him with another woman on his lap.

Even though the two of you weren't together, he couldn't help feeling like he'd betrayed you. He suppressed the feelings that the ache of not being with you brought to the surface, opting to press on for the sake of his business. But the truth was that he wasn't over you. He hadn't been on the dating scene since the end of your relationship.

His dates with Candy were never anything physical. Tonight was as far as it had gotten. Internally, he felt repulsed at her constant advances; he was only trying to get information. But you weren't anymore aware of his lingering feelings than you were of his whereabouts the past few weeks. He wanted to make it up to you, and being the man he was, Yuta had an idea.

Bringing your hand up to his lips, he pressed another kiss against your skin, and another. "Boy, what are you doing?" You pulled back, but he gripped your hand. "I'm apologizing. Won't you let me show you how sorry I am, mistress?" A sudden, strong pulse thrummed between your legs. Your eyes widened, and so did Yuta's grin. Your cheeks warmed.

"Don't- Yuta, don't play with me like that-" You are cut off when he takes one of your fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes as swirled his tongue around it. He moaned, before sucking it deeper into his mouth. Your mouth hung open at his audacity. You'd forgotten how bold he could be; but your body remembered.

Your legs shifted on impulse, muscle memory betraying you. Yuta released your finger slowly, his tongue trailing the underside of it before letting it go. "Who said I was playing?" His voice was low, dripping in lust and desire. You felt another pulse, stronger this time, and the familiar, slick feeling of your arousal gliding down your thighs.

"Yuta..." You say his name in warning, but truly as an anchor for yourself. "Please? I promise I'll be good. I'll do anything you like. Whatever you want, I'll do it." You felt the temptation of his offer course through your veins for a moment or two, before you caved. "You'll do anything, hm?”

Standing from your chair, you walked around his desk. You straddled his lap, and cupped his face in your hands. "Yes. Anything." The words are barely out before your lips are on his. His lips were fervent against yours, and his arms slid up, trapping your waist against his.

You took control, pushing his head up for a better angle. Yuta let you use his mouth, letting you do as you pleased; sucking and licking your tongue against his, biting his lips, anything you wanted. Just like he'd said.

Breaking away from his lips, you pushed his jacket down, off of his shoulders. Taking the hint, he sheds the coat completely, and you run your hands along his skin. Your nails graze his stomach, earning a low groan from the man beneath you.

Grinning, you slide off his lap, shimmying out of your underwear. Sliding carefully back into his lap, you gripped onto his shoulders. Understanding your intentions, Yuta tensed his thigh, watching as you pushed yourself back and forth. His eyes glazed over. He loved watching you use him to get off. “I see you still haven't changed; begging me to use you like a whore.”

Yuta swallowed thickly, holding back a moan. He felt himself twitch in his pants. “What's the matter baby? You like being reminded how easy you are?” You looked down at him, but his eyes were locked onto your pussy, grinding into the leather material of his pants. You move your hand from his shoulder, up to his hair. You gently pull his head up until his eyes are on yours. “Eyes up here pretty boy. I asked you a question.”

It took a minute before he remembered your question, his eyes darting in confusion. “Yes mistress, I like it.” You chuckled, tightening your hand around his hair. He moaned, leaning into your touch. “Pussy makes you go all dumb, huh?” Yuta nodded, and you released him, letting his eyes fall back to you on his thigh. Eventually, you felt that familiar heat in your clit. Your eyes roll back as your orgasm pulses through you, and Yuta holds you tighter as you rock your hips through it.

When you stop, taking a few moments to catch your breath, you find Yuta staring at you. His gaze is heavy, intense in a way that has your breath catching. It was a familiar look. Your heart squeezed in your chest, but you ignored it, opting to distract yourself. “Your turn, pretty boy. Take those pants off.”

Yuta blinked, breaking his focus on you for a second, before his features shifted into a lazy grin. He picks you up, setting you carefully on his desk, before obeying your words. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, winking at you as he does, before sliding his pants off. “Show off,” You mutter as he picks you up again, placing you over the bulge in his lap.

You scoot back, giving yourself enough room to palm him through his boxers. “Aw, what's the matter, too scared to ride me?” Yuta bats his eyelashes at you, fake concern dripping from his words. You pull his dick out, not taking the bait. “The last time I rode your dick, you got me pregnant, and we don't need anymore surprises.”

Before he can come up with some snarky comment, you start stroking him, your hand squeezing up and down his length with just enough pressure to shut him up. Yuta threw his head back, moaning loud and unashamed. “Please, fuck, just like that.” He panted, feeling himself embarrassingly close to his high. He tried to hold back, wanting to savor the feeling of your hands on him.

But between the pent up frustration of the past few weeks, and his ever present desire for you, the sight of you focusing on his pleasure is too much; before he can warn you, his orgasm slams into him, crashing like waves. Your eyes widen a bit, but your hand doesn't stop, until you see his hips twitch, legs shaking from the intensity of his release. You move your hands, rummaging through his desk drawer for a towel.

His cum covers his legs, stomach, and your hands. You're sure some got on your dress as well, but it doesn't bother you as much as it probably should. You wipe your hands off before starting to clean him. “Easy there, pretty boy. Breathe.” You coach him gently, running a hand through his hair as his heavy panting slows to quiet, even breaths. When you're sure he's calm, you kiss his forehead, then his lips.

“I mean what I said Yuta. You'd better keep your promise or else I'll burn this bitch to the ground.” You poke his chest, and lean into his face. Yuta smiles at you, and for a moment, you're distracted by his beauty. “Okay, I'll be there tomorrow. I promise. I won't let you down, not again.” He slides his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together. He brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it.

Your heart flutters at the gesture. Your moment is interrupted however, by your phone’s notifications going off. “I should get out of here, I need to go to work in the morning.” You slide off of his lap, standing to adjust your clothes. You see your underwear on the floor, and you bend to pick them up. Before you can reach them, you are startled by a stinging slap to your ass.

You jump up, turning to glare at Yuta, laughing his ass off. “Sorry, I couldn't resist; it was in my face!” Your eye twitches, and the laughter in his throat dies. You decide to let him get away with it for now, opting to walk out of his office. “Wait! Let me walk you out at least!” You raise your hand to acknowledge his request, before stepping into the hallway to let him get dressed.

You are expecting to find Andre still outside, but instead of the massive guard, you come face to face with two dancers. One of them was the girl from earlier, Candy. “So this is the bitch Candy? He threw you out for her?” The other one’s nasally voice immediately makes you annoyed. “Yeah that's her.” Candy steps forward, getting in your face. “Look here, bitch, I don't-”

She is cut off when your hand collides with her face, knocking her backwards in her heels. She falls to the floor in a pathetic heap, before gathering her bearings. Shock paints her face. “Did you just slap me?” You tilt your head, looking down at her. “Nooo, I gave you a hug. What do you think?”

The other dancer stomps over to you, but before she can swing, you land another slap, knocking her to the ground with her friend. Just then, Yuta emerged from the office. “Y/N what's- going on…” His words die as he sees two of his dancers on the floor. From the expression on your face, he already knew what happened. “Yuta! She slapped us and we weren't-” He holds up his hand, silencing the lie about to spill from his dancer's mouth.

“Candy, Cherry, this is my children's mother. You will treat her with respect, and if I catch you doing otherwise, we will have problems. Is that understood?” Both dancers looked down at the floor, mumbling a weak “Yes Mr. Nakamoto.”

Yuta jerked his head, signaling for them to get lost. When they were gone, you turned to him, one eyebrow raised. “Sorry about them, like I said, it's been getting out of hand. Here,” Yuta took your hand, placing a large stack of bills in it, “let's get you home, so I can shut this place down.” He walks you down the steps, before a few members of his security team follow you through the club to your car.

Making sure you get in your car safely, Yuta shuts your door. You roll your window down to speak. Yuta beats you to the punch though. “Do I ever tell you how hot you are when you're mad?” You roll your eyes at him, and he laughs, taking your hand. “Tomorrow Yuta, remember.” You look at him expectantly. “Tomorrow. I promise.” He squeezes your hand, and all you can do is hope that he keeps it.

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Tea. Sugar. Milk. Honey. You mentally ticked off  the ingredients for the tea you were making. You couldn’t make any mistakes; you couldn’t afford any. It was already bad enough that you were running behind. Thankfully, you’d already prepared lunch, and as soon as you finished setting up the afternoon  tea tray, you heard it. The sound that signaled the winding down of time. The sound of a familiar, habitual whistling. Taemin was home. Quickly assessing your tray, you set the final touches up, before throwing off your apron and picking up the tray. Making your way to the  living room, you carefully lowered yourself onto your knees.

You let out an internal sigh of relief as you realized you’d made it to the living room first. Just in time too, since it only took a few moments for the whistling to stop. You caught a glimpse of his boots as he walked in, since your eyes were trained on the floor. It was just what he’d taught you to do: kneel before him and don’t speak until he addressed you. A lesson in manners that had been drilled into you over and over again. You heard him taking off his accessories, tossing them into a drawer before he turned to you. “You’re on time today dear. That makes a whole month of you being a good girl right?” He sounded pleased as he circled around your form, before sitting in his recliner. “Go on, speak.”

“Thank you mommy. It is my pleasure to serve you. I wouldn’t be able to do it without you. Allow me to serve you again this afternoon.”  Taemin smiled. You genuinely wanted to please him. The lessons had been paying off. “You may serve me. Start with the tea today.” You nodded, placing the tray on his side table. Rising to your feet, you began to prepare the tea that he usually drank. You hoped he couldn't see that your hands had a slight tremble to them. ‘He’s in a good mood, you can ask. Don't worry.’  You reassured yourself as you poured the tea, handing it over to Taemin. ‘Now or never Y/N. Be brave.’ As you prepared yourself to speak, you didn't realize that your expression had changed.

“What’s on your mind my dove? You look worried to death.” Taemin took an appreciative sip of tea, humming before setting it aside. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. So much for being subtle. “Well mommy, I had a question to ask you. Do you remember Mr. Kim’s dove?” He nodded, his eyes meeting yours. “I remember you two had quite an interesting play date last time.” You nodded your head earnestly, excitement beginning to mix with your nerves. “I really enjoyed her company, and when it was time for my phone privileges last week, she asked if I would go to the movies with her soon. If it’s alright with you, can I go mommy, please?” Your words were a bit rushed, but clear. You knew he understood your request, and you waited with bated breath for him to  answer.

Seconds stretched into minutes, and you felt like time had slowed down. Each passing second felt like an hour, and you could feel a bead of sweat roll down your neck. Had it always been this hot in the room, or was it the way you were being regarded by your lover, like you were one of the targets he hunted down as a sport. As the tension in the air became palpable, you were sure he was weighing what you said in his mind. Finally, he broke the tense silence. “You want to go to the movies? With someone else?” The indicative tone of his voice had you  dropping to your knees. “It wouldn’t be just anyone! It would be your most trusted acquaintance chaperoning. It would be safe as well-’ 

You are cut off by a hand cupping your jaw. Forcing your chin up so that you meet his eyes. Taemin’s glare freezes you. “My most trusted acquaintance? Who are you to decide who that is for me?! Did I ever say that he was?!” You shake your head, your mouth useless as it is caught in his vice grip. “I allow you company once, and this is how you repay me? You ask to break my number one rule, knowing that it keeps you safe, that it keeps us safe!” You claw at his hand, panic overtaking you. This wasn’t what you planned to happen. You thought you’d done everything right.. “No-no, mommy, I didn’t mean it that way! I wouldn’t try to break your rules, I promise!” Taemin pushes you away, almost toppling you over. 

“I see. You don’t love me anymore, right? That’s why you’re asking. My company isn’t enough for you anymore.” You continually denied his words, telling him that you loved him with all your heart. “Is that so? It can’t be. If you really loved me, you’d get on your knees and beg my forgiveness. You’d never ask to go somewhere without me again.” Your heart split in two at his words. Were you really so cruel? You’d never meant to hurt his feelings. Getting onto your hands and knees, you hung your head low. “Please forgive me mommy, It won’t happen again. I’ll be good, I promise! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Another silence fills the room, shorter this time. “Are you really sorry?” Taemin’s voice had a particular edge to it, that you couldn't quite place.

“Yes mommy! One thousand times sorry!” You couldn’t see the wicked sneer on Taemin’s face as he contemplated his next words carefully. “I’m deeply disappointed in you sweetheart. I go to work all day, thinking of nothing but how I’ll keep you safe and take care of you. You really deserve a punishment for such bad behavior.” Your heart dropped at his words. Taemin’s punishments were like hell on earth, and something you never wanted to experience ever again if you could avoid it. There were still scars from the last time. “But since you’ve been so good this past month, I won’t punish you.” Your eyes widened, and you looked up at him in shock. “Don’t look so surprised. I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself.” 

You watched as he sat back in his chair, his legs spread wide in his recliner. “Go on dove, show me how sorry you are.” His words hung heavy in the air, and you immediately shuffled closer, stopping when you were situated between his legs. Reaching for his belt, you quickly unbuckled it, before unzipping his pants. You could see the outline of his dick through his underwear, already starting to stand at attention. You carefully placed your hand on him, rubbing him through the material. Taemin sighed, a look of boredom on his face. “Is that all, my toy?” He sighed again, closing his eyes. You changed tactics, this time reaching for the band of his underwear. The last thing you wanted was for him to be unsatisfied. You pulled down his briefs just enough to spring his cock free of restraints.

You wasted no time, taking him into your mouth. Your tongue flattened against the tip, rubbing against it, before sucking it fervently. Taemin groaned as you alternated between harsh sucking and swirling your tongue around him. Your hand moved along the base, your nails grazing the underside of his length. If you’d been paying attention, you’d have seen the way his hands gripped onto the arms of the chair as you pleased him. He was restraining himself; he'd never admit it to you, but he could barely keep himself together from a single touch from you 

You could hear him cursing under his breath, a sign he was close. You kept going, taking him further into your mouth, and finally looking at his face. He is watching you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You made eye contact with him, not stopping your actions. You moaned around him, sucking and licking more earnestly. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you let yourself get lost in the feeling. “Fuck!” Taemin cursed loudly, throwing his head back as he filled your mouth with his seed. You caught all of it, not allowing any to spill. “Good girl, swallow it.” Taemin panted, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

You obeyed him, opening your mouth to show him when you were done. “I knew you were still my good girl. Come here, stand up for me.” He pulled you up, bringing you to stand between his legs. He parted your thighs, before sliding his hand up to your slit. Running his middle finger between your lips, he felt your arousal pool and run down to his palm. You shuddered when he grazed your clit. He kept at his shallow teasing for a few moments, before pausing to speak. “You’re my good girl, right?” You swallowed thickly, trying to break through your clouded haze of lust. “Yes mommy, I’m your good girl.” He hummed, nodding his head. “So you won’t ask me to break any more of the rules, right?” You shook your head, reassuring him that you’d never ask again.

Resuming his previous movements, Taemin pressed his fingers deeper between your lips, now fully dragging over your clit. He carefully dipped his middle finger into your hole, loving the way your walls sucked him right in. “My perfect little toy, you’re so naïve. Everyone sees it in you.” Taemin added another finger into you, pumping them in and out, and hitting a spot that had you reeling. “You have to be more careful. Don’t you know that she was trying to humiliate you in public?” His thumb finds your clit, rubbing in circles. “She talks about everyone behind their back, so how could I let you go out with her?” You don’t answer, far too lost in the pleasure you were receiving. 

He increased his pace, his fingers fucking into you with renewed purpose. “All you can do is trust in me. I’m here for you, I never deceive you, do I?” You shake your head again. “No, you, you never lie to me mommy. I trust you.” Taemin smirked, satisfied with your answer. Sliding his fingers out of you, he gave you a moment to register it before landing a harsh smack to your clit. It only took two more to send you over the edge, your cries of pleasure like music to his ears. When you came down from your high, he was beaming at you. “My dove, you’re so well behaved, just for me.” You blushed at the compliment, not used to receiving such positive feedback from him.

Taemin pulled you closer to him, pulling you down until you were straddling his thighs. Pulling your face towards his, he kissed you deeply, the taste of his release still on your lips. He broke the kiss for air, putting his forehead against yours. He took a good look at you as you caught your breath. Your makeup was smudged, lip gloss almost nonexistent. Your skirt bunched around your waist, a poor excuse for covering up any skin. But what really drew him in were your eyes. Blown over with lust and unfaltering adoration for the man in front of you. You wanted him, and if there was nothing he wanted more, it was for your desire to be solely focused on him.

Reaching for the lever of the recliner, Taemin adjusted the chair to a more comfortable position. He could feel your eyes on his every movement. “Ride me.” He commands you softly, seeing how much further you’re willing to go; how far you’re willing to go for him. You grab him, aligning the head with your entrance. You ease onto him carefully, until he is fully sheathed in you. You adjust for a moment, before you are moving your hips up and down on him, the both of you sighing in pure bliss. Taemin’s hands come to rest on your hips, helping to move you along the length of his dick. “Do you want to cum for me dove? Want me to fill you up just the way you like?” His teeth nipped at the skin of your neck, and you shivered at the sensation.

“Yes, yes mommy please! Please fill me up!” Taemin kissed your neck, his mouth trailing marks all over your skin. “Then tell me you trust me, that I’m the only one you’ll ever trust. You’re mine, and no one else deserves you, they don’t love you the way I do.” Taemin knew you’d tell him what he wanted to hear. You were completely loyal to him, You were his toy, his puppet specifically. It only took a few strings to make you behave how he wanted. You had no choice but to trust in him. Every puppet needed a master. He just happened to be yours. “You’d better trust in me just like I’m saying.”

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It was dark in your apartment. A comfortable silence encased your cozy little corner of the world. The soft pitter patter of rain was the only noticeable sound in the house, save the almost undetectable snores of you and your boyfriend, who had gotten stuck at your place during the storm. You both had agreed he should stay the night, and go to work in the morning from your place, since it was closer to your apartment anyway. 

Seonghwa seemed to be currently having a hard time getting sleep though. He couldn’t tell what was troubling him, but he could feel that something wasn’t right. Shifting to lay on his side, Seonghwa sensed movement, his mind immediately going to you. Maybe that was it. You were moving around, and he probably picked up on your restlessness. That was it. He sleepily pulled you closer to him, murmuring in his half sleep state. “Baby, stop moving, I wanna sleep.” Mistake number one. The feeling that something wasn’t right had struck again, only this time, it was closer. “What in the-” Seonghwa opened his eyes, blinking a few times before scanning his surroundings. He quickly found out the source of the problem. 

It was you. Unable to keep still in your sleep, your thigh was rubbing against him unconsciously, causing a tent to form in his pants. “Fuck that’s gonna be a problem.” Seonghwa hissed as your thigh brushed up against him again. He tensed when he heard you say his name in your sleep, gripping his shirt for dear life. “Seonghwa, please…“  So that was it. You were the one having a wet dream. Seonghwa was half flattered that you were dreaming about him, but half annoyed that the now had a boner, and he couldn’t exactly move away from you to take care of it in the bathroom without waking you. And if you kept moving your thigh, he was sure he’d lose his mind.

Carefully shifting so that he was hovering over you, Seonghwa took in what you had worn to sleep. Your favorite pair of sleep shorts, and a shirt that you’d taken from Seonghwa’s closet. He cursed under his breath when he saw the wet spot in the center of your shorts. Seeing you like this, in his clothes, dreaming of him, and calling his name in clear need made your boyfriend snap. Gently tugging your shorts down your legs, he cast them off to the side. 

He took in the sight of you, his mouth watering as your arousal dripped down your plush thighs. Seonghwa couldn't resist leaning forward, and pulling you closer to his mouth. His tongue parted your lips, and he lapped at your hole before licking his way up to your clit. He sucked on it, swirling his tongue, twisting it just the way he knew you liked. He heard you get louder, your moans and cries of his name being like music to his ears. He kissed you clit once, before spreading your lips again, this time pushing his tongue into you. His thumb toyed with your pearl, while he fucked his tongue into you. He explored your walls with fervor, desperate for your release on his tongue.

"Hwa, please- too, too much" you stuttered. Ahh, so you were awake now? Seonghwa hummed against you, and rubbed you clit faster. Your orgasm hit you hard, your thighs closing in on his head as he helped you ride it out. You barely recovered before you felt something heavy against your leg. "Princess, I adore the way you taste. But I need more. Can I?" Blinking up at your boyfriend, you realized through your sleepy, post orgasm haze what he was asking. "Go ahead Hwa." That was all he needed. Spreading your legs wide, Seonghwa slowly pushed into you, groaning as he bottomed out. He pushed your legs up, placing them over his shoulders. He needed you to feel all of him, feel exactly what you did to him.

He started to move, his hold on your legs tight as he pounded into you. "You know, you'd think I'd get used to the way you sleep by now. Always moving your cute ass around, making me want you more than I already do. You drive me insane." Seonghwa started picking up speed, using the angle of his hips to fuck you deeper into the mattress. “Your body was made for me, fuck. You’re so fucking gorgeous baby girl.” He moved your legs off his shoulders, pausing only to hook them around his waist. He took your hands in his, resuming his previous pace. 

“Your pretty little cunt takes me so well. Always sucking me in so readily, you’re so  good for me. So easy. A pretty pussy for a pretty girl, my pretty girl.” Seonghwa felt you clench around him, a smirk playing on his face. “You like being my good, pretty girl, huh baby?” Seonghwa leaned down, kissing up the side of your neck. “Love it so much Hwa, please don’t stop, ‘m so close.” Seonghwa soothed you, softly kissing your lips. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll fuck this pretty little pussy right back to sleep.”

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Patience was a virtue. One Hyunjin held very closely to his heart, practicing it on a daily basis. He liked to think of himself as slow to anger, as many inconveniences never tended to bother him as they did most people. He wasn’t constantly on edge, one minor unpleasant incident away from having an entire meltdown. He was a patient and long-suffering man. Everyone knew that, and no one ever did seem to push him past his limits. That was, until it came to you. You, who ignored the warning signs that he was getting annoyed. You, who ignored the worried glances of his staff as he tried to be nice to you despite his anger, before you poured a glass of water over his head.

“You are a wicked little brat, you know that?” He watched you squirm in your restraints as he upped the setting of the vibrator attached to your clit. It was funny now that he thought about it. You were an absolute bitch to him, on purpose, constantly taking his kindness for weakness. He’d met people like you before, but none of them had ever gotten as far underneath his skin as you had. It was something about the way that you totally disregarded the fact that he could break you in half that made him snap. Filled with nothing but pride and stubbornness, you had pushed him completely to the edge. And you were going to pay for every last bit of it, hanging from the ceiling of his bedroom. Your arms were extended on either side of you, hands tied to solid, heavy posts that you couldn’t see, and the same went for your legs behind you, with a blindfold over your eyes. You were suspended in the air, completely at his mercy.

“You’d think people like you would learn to stay in their place. Small, insignificant, weak. So powerless compared to me.” Setting the vibration higher for a moment, he grinned as he could see you were close once again. He just knew you were going to hate him in about three…. two… one second, as he turned it off. The muffled cries of frustration coming from your lips made him chuckle. “Aww, look at you. Where’s all that fire you had earlier hmm? No smart comments in that empty head of yours?” He knew you wouldn't respond, your mouth occupied with the block of ice he’d shoved in it not a good five minutes ago. You were trying not to make a mess on the floor, since he’d order you not to let anything spill. It took all you had not to allow anything to slip past your lips. Hyunjin tsked, circling around you, coming to a stop in front of you. You felt him lift your chin, his heavy gaze burning across your skin. 

Suddenly, you felt a stinging sensation against your face. “Dumb whore. Did you really think I’d let you off so easily? Thought mommy would keep letting you get away with everything?” He slapped you again, a muffled groan falling from your lips. Your cheeks stung, and you could feel yourself clenching around nothing. You whined when you felt two of his fingers slide into your mouth, extracting the semi melted chunk of ice, wet with a mixture of spit and water. “Well, it would seem that pretty little mouth is good for something after all.” Walking to your side, he quickly found and detached the small vibrator from you, his other hand bringing the ice to replace it. 

You jolted a bit at the sensation as Hyunjin rubbed the ice along your slit, coating it in your slick arousal. He ran it over your clit, toying with the sensitive bud, knowing you were still sensitive from being denied six times already. When he could sense you were close, he withdrew his hand, earning another whine, this time louder. “Mommy please-” You were cut off when you felt the sting of his hand across your cheek once more. “Did I give you permission to speak, bitch? Have you lost all your manners?!”  You shook your head, quickly remembering your place. “That’s what I thought. But obviously, you need something to keep your mouth occupied.” You heard him walk away, and you were scared for a moment that he’d leave you here, high and dry as punishment. But you heard him moving around, looking for something, Shivers of anticipation ran down your spine. You wanted to see what he was doing so badly, but you chased away the thought. For now, you’d have to trust that he’d have mercy on you at some point. Not that you deserved it.

Hyunjin walked back to you, a sadistic grin on his face. He’d picked up one of his favorite toys to use. His fingers slid up your slit, finding you wetter than before. He chuckled darkly, collecting some of it on his fingers. “God, you really are are fucking slut, hm?” His fingers move against you for a few more moments, before he replaces them. Stuffing a dildo into your entrance, he pressed it all the way in, plugging your entrance. Walking back to your front, Hyunjin picked up your head, gently untying your blindfold. He reveled at the sight of your face: tears in your eyes, ready to spill down your cheeks at any second, and your lips wet with ice water and spit. “I want to see your face while you put your mouth to work for what it was meant for. slut. And you’d better do a good job, because it’ll be the only lube you get.” 

You watched as he unbuckled his belt, sliding off his work pants. You could feel your mouth water as you saw the outline of his length through his underwear. He pulled them down enough to allow himself to spring free, the size of it intimidating you. “Open.” You follow his command, opening your mouth wide, allowing him to spit in your mouth. You swallow it, earning a groan before he’s pushing his length past your lips. You get to work, swirling your tongue around him, sucking on his tip. You think you’re free from his torture before you feel it. The vibrations of the dildo he pushed inside of you. You open your eyes to see him  pushing his blonde locks back, away from his forehead as he watched you, a wicked sneer curving his lips. “What’s wrong baby? Something you wanna say?”

You noticed the small remote he had in his hand, and a flare of indignation rose in your chest. In one final act of rebellion, you drew your head back, so that your lips were only encasing the head of his cock. Looking him in the eyes, you just barely licked the tip of it, grazing over the skin lazily. Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. “Is that how you want to play, sweetheart? Because mommy can play too.” His saccharine words contrast with his actions as he ups the level of the device buried deep inside your cunt. You cry out at the intensity, once again rendered powerless at the hands of the man before you. Tying to get back into his good graces, you take more of him in your mouth, sucking more fervently than before. 

“Ah-ah! Open that mouth wide. Since you don't know how to use it, I’ll do it for you.” Grasping your face with one hand, he squeezed your cheeks, Hyunjin carefully pressed his length into your mouth, pushing it down your throat. You swallowed his length, hollowing your mouth around him when he bottomed out, earning a blissful moan from the man above you. Languidly rolling his hips, Hyunjin caressed both your cheeks, fucking into your mouth like you were his personal toy. His hand slid down to grasp your throat, pressing down as he increased his pace. “Look at you. Such a good whore, with such a good mouth. I should only have you open your mouth for my dick from now on. All you are is a cock hungry slut anyway, fuck.”  He cursed as he felt himself about to cum, hastily pulling out of your mouth. Working his length with his hand, it only took a few moments before he released, cumming all over your face, neck, and bare chest. He groaned deeply, trying to even his breath as he came down. When he opened his eyes, he was sure he could cum again from the sight.

Your face and chest were covered in his release, while tears were pouring from your eyes, from the effort of taking him in your throat, and the overwhelming sensation of the still vibrating toy lodged inside you. Turning it off, Hyunjin laughed when he saw more tears cascade from your eyes, mixing in with the cum on your face. “That’s right, cry for me baby. It’s no less than you deserve. As a matter of fact…” He leaned closer to you, removing his hand from his cock, cupping it under your weeping eyes. When enough water had fallen into his hand, he stood back, careful not to spill any. You watched in mildly shocked arousal as he brought his hand to his cock once more, using your tears as lube to make himself hard again. You watched as he stroked himself, feeling your juices leak around the dildo. What you wouldn’t give for his hands to be on you instead.

You are interrupted from the thought as his phone rings. Hyunjin smirked, mischief gleaming in his eyes. “Ahh, our guest is calling. Be a good little pet for mommy, and I might let you cum this evening.” Tucking himself back into his underwear, he walked over to his dresser, plucking his phone from it. Quickly answering the facetime call, his smile grew even wider. “Felix! You’re right on time.” You heard a deep chuckle as Hyunjin walked back towards you, phone in hand. ”You said you had a new toy to show me?” Hyunjin hummed, stopping when he stood in front of you. “I do. Say hi to my pet first though.” Flipping the camera so that Felic could properly see you, Hyunjin watched as you twitched around, embarrassment present in the way you wouldn’t meet the younger man’s gaze on the phone. “Oh, is your pet the new toy?” Amused curiosity was in Felix’s tone as he watched Hyunjin spread his cum over your boobs, massaging them gently. “No, she’s just my personal plaything right now. The real thing is back here.” 

Hyunjin walked around you, pulling the toy out and showing it off to Felix. “It works so well with her. Look at how pathetically wet she is, all because I called her a whore while it was inside her.” You felt your cheeks burn in shame as Hyunjin showed his friend your pussy, practically weeping from the continued denial of release, and now, even more so at being exposed for what you’d been called all evening: a slut. “Fuck, she dripped onto your screen.” Felix groaned and your face burned again, the feeling of your walls convulsing once more at the thought of him getting off to your naked form making you squirm. “How do you think the rest of her punishment should go Lix? I’ll leave it up to you.” Hyunjin straightened up, standing in between your legs. 

“I say you should put the toy back in her, fuck those pretty tits, and cum all over her pussy, or fuck her mouth again, and deny her some more, then untie her and sleep.” Hyunjin hummed, pleased with his friend’s suggestions. “Thank you Lixie. We’ll talk to you later.” Hyunjin hung up the phone, staying still for a minute. He was weighing his options. Sliding his underpants completely off this time, he lined his tip with your entrance, thrusting into you shallowly as he decided on what to do. You moaned, wishing you could push back onto him, and feel him deeper. But he kept on, not sinking fully into your soaked core. “Hmm, what do you think slut? Should we go with option one, or option two?” A harsh smack  on your ass earned him another moan. “Mommy, please, please I’ll take anything-” You are cut off by your own sobs, half crying, half groaning at the feeling of him inside you. Hyunjin sighed in exaggeration. “Right, you are just a cock driven whore.. You don’t know anything. I’ll decide, and I say option two works just fine for me.” Pulling himself out of you, he rubbed his length along your folds, coating himself in you. When he's done, he walks back to the front of you, raking your boobs in his hands. 

“I think mixing the options together a little bit can’t hurt though.” Pushing himself between them, Hyunjin’s slick coated member rutted against your breasts, his cum mixing with your arousal. “Your tits are so perfect. So fucking soft.” He hissed, pulling himself away before he could get lost in the feeling. “We won't have a problem this time, right sweetie?” He raised an eyebrow as he positioned himself at your lips again. You opened your mouth wide, allowing him in once more. “That’s a good slut. Now clean me off.” You did as you were told, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could. You licked up the mixture spread over his length, swirling your tongue as you tasted it, the combined flavor overwhelming your tongue. When you were sure you’d cleaned him well enough, you opened your mouth, showing him.

“Ahh, so you swallowed it all. You learned to use your mouth well.” Pushing his way back down your throat, Hyunjin wasted no time in setting the pace, going faster this time. Yanking your hair, he forced your head to bob up and down his length. Not caring if you gagged this time, Hyunjin was purely using your mouth for his own pleasure. Pounding into your throat, Hyunjin eventually felt himself about to cum. He didn’t remove himself from you, this time painting your throat white with thick ropes of white, rutting against your tongue as he rode out his high. ”Fucking swallow it.” He didn’t remove himself from your tongue, making you swallow his release while he was still inside your mouth. “That’s a good little bitch. Now let’s see how many times I can deny you until you can’t think straight.” 

You were in for a very long evening. You’d just have to take all that your mommy gave you.

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One hour was all it took for everything to come crashing down. You were laying back  in your recliner, minding your business, when you started to feel hot. It was odd, since you only had on a cropped hoodie and shorts. It was steadily getting hotter, and you were starting to become hyper aware of things. Has the light  in the kitchen always been so bright? And has the scent of Yeosang’s soap always been so strong? You were almost willing to ignore the new sensation, if not for the intense ache in between your legs. You shifted your hips, trying to ease the sudden throbbing in your core, but the more you moved, the more you felt yourself spilling into your shorts.

Yeosang was faring no better across from you. Trying to read his book in peace, he too felt hot and bothered. He could hear the slick sounds of your movements as you tried to adjust yourself comfortably. He caught himself glacing at you over the pages of the book subtly, trying not to make it harder on himself. But as he looked at your thighs shifting, he felt a hunger, a need  to be inside you, to taste your skin as he filled you up in the best way possible. He was debating on how to approach the topic, when you called his name.

“Yeosang?” Your voice came out smaller than you intended, but you didn’t mind. Yeosang lowered his book to his lap, looking at you over his glasses. “Yes my love?” You beckoned for him to come to you, and he obeyed, kneeling by your legs. “Is… is something the matter, love?” Yeosang swallowed thickly, nervously fixing his glasses. His hands came to rest on your thighs, and you lost it. Grabbing Yeosang’s shirt, you quickly pulled him up into the chair, bringing his lips to yours. He let out a small cry of surprise as your lips collided, his glasses flying off. You kissed him fervently, and he kissed you back, gripping onto your waist.

You reached for his shirt, helping him to shrug out of it. He latched onto the side of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses down to your throat. His hand slid down to your shorts, tugging at the material. You pushed him away from you for a moment, pulling off your shorts. Yeosang cussed under his breath. You were dripping, your arousal leaking out of you and sliding down your legs. “Fuck, you’re soaking, doll. Come here.” Yeosang pulled you close, kissing you once more before pushing you down into the seat again. He kneeled before you, putting your legs over his shoulders. Pulling you close to his mouth, he parted your lips with his tongue. Licking from your hole to your clit, he sucked on it harshly. You moaned, gripping the arms of your recliner as his tongue twisted around your clit. 

Moving down to your entrance, Yeosang pushed his tongue into you, reveling in the feeling of your walls spasming against his tongue. He swirled his tongue, pushing it back and forth, and side to side. His fingers rubbed at your clit, and as your moans got louder, he knew you were close. Pulling his tongue out, he brought it slowly back up to your pearl. He did his favorite tongue trick. Your orgasm washed over you, and Yeosang caught most of it on his tongue, lapping up the mess he made. Catching your breath, you looked down at him watching as he licked his lips clean. He stood up, pulling you with him. He pulled you quickly towards your shared bedroom, the both of you unable to keep your hands to yourself on the way. You barely made it into the hallway before he was pressing you against the wall.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and his hands were on your hips as he kissed you. Using his arms, he helped you move against his abdomen, flexing his abs as your core slid against him. He sucked along the base of your throat, and you cried out as he found your sweet spot. “Please Sangie, please, I need you in me, please.” You begged pathetically as he pressed you harder against the wall. Reluctantly, he pulled his face from your neck, his eyes dark with lust. Pulling you away from the wall, he carried you into the bedroom, carefully setting you on the bed. He took a step back, observing you. “Take off your top. Bra too.” He watched as you took them off, baring yourself to him completely, before reaching down to his belt  It was your turn to watch as his ring clad fingers undid his belt, swiftly taking it off and pushing down his pants. 

Stepping towards the bed again, Yeosang beckoned you over. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you crawled over to him. Siting up on your knees, you tugged his underwear down, and he stepped out of them, leaving him completely bare. His impressive length hung heavy between his legs, thick, veiny, and proud. Leaning forward, you sucked the tip between your lips, slowly swirling your tongue around it. Yeosang groaned, spurring you on. Taking him in your hand, you moved from the tip, gliding your tongue over his skin, licking up and down his length until it glistened. Pushing you back onto the bed, Yeosang spread your legs, settling between them.

Still holding onto his belt, he wrapped it around your wrists, before sliding into you. You moaned as he stretched you out, never getting completely used to the way he practically split you open. “You ready baby girl?” Yeosang’s voice was gentle as he addressed you, the look in his eyes making your breath hitch. Nodding, you gave him the okay to move. His eyes darkened once more, and he pulled his hips back, before slamming them into yours. You cried out as he continued, his hips relentless as he brought you towards your end. Yeosang kissed along you neck as he pounded you into the bed.

“Such a good girl for me. You take me so well doll, so perfect for me. My perfect doll, only I get to feel you like this, yeah?” He praised you as he marked your neck, your whimpers and moans serving as encouragement for him. “Always making me feel so good, baby, so pretty and warm, just for me.” Your walls spasmed around him, and Yeosang knew you were close. His free hand found your clit, applying pressure as he rubbed at it, bringing you to your second orgasm of the night.  You moaned so loudly, you were sure you’d get noise complaints from the neighbors, but you felt too good to care. But as you were coming down, you realized that your husband  hadn’t stopped yet, not even through your second release.

Your walls convulsed at the feeling of overstimulation, slight pain mixing with pleasure. As the feeling became too much, you tried to  get away, pushing yourself towards the headboard. Yeosang was having none of it, pulling you back by your legs. “Don’t try to run from me, mama,” he panted, “we’re just getting started.” He stuck out his tongue, focusing as he continued to drill his hips into yours, mercilessly fucking you into the bed. Your third release of the night had you gripping the sheets, crying out his name. “That’s right doll, let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.” Yeosang came not long after you, his warmth spilling into you. Pulling himself back, Yeosang carefully pulled out of you, before flipping you over.

“Arch your back for me doll.” Yeosang took the belt from your wrist, waiting for you to get adjusted before he slid his length back into you, deeper this time. Yeosang held back from groaning, preferring this position most of all. His pace was more brutal this time, and his hands held your hips so tightly, there would definitely be marks the next day. Wrapping the belt tightly  around your neck, Yeosang pulled you up, your back flat against his chest.

One hand held the belt tightly, partially restricting your air flow, as the other came down to toy with your clit once again. Your vision started to blur as you were on the brink of your fourth release of the night. “So so good, pl-please, don’t stop!” Your words were slurred, but Yeosang got the message loud and clear. “Oh don’t worry baby. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

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