#zelo scenario

Junhong’s body trembled on the bed, a light sheen of sweat coating his body as he panted. Usually he would never let you have this kind of control over him, but you finally had the courage to sit him down and tell him your fantasy. At first, he had been apprehensive, a little unsure of what to expect through all of it.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You whispered, hovering over his face, not unlike the way he would do for you.

You watched a relaxed smile slip onto his face even though you knew he was uncomfortable with his cock leaking against his stomach. He wanted you to touch him so bad, to make him cum all over himself. His cheeks flushed a beautiful pink color at the thoughts that swamped his head.

“Yeah, baby, I’m okay with this-fuck-just please hurry up,” He whined, jerking his hips up into the air, desperate for friction on his cock and growing impatient with your constant teasing.

“Call me Mistress,” You whispered, ghosting your fingers along his member, which twitched beneath the feather-light touch.

Your cheeks felt warm at your own words, unsure if your boyfriend would be willing to take this that far. However, he didn’t disappoint when he whispered the title in such a way that sent heat soaring through your body. You felt powerful, taking control from him like this, it was exhilarating.

Finally, unable to take all the teasing anymore, you stood from the bed, ignoring Junhong’s needy whines as he thought you were leaving him like this; tied to the bed with his cock impossibly hard. Instead, you discarded the only articles of clothing you wore; a matching set of powder blue bra and panties.

You crawled onto the bed again, this time straddling him. Looking down at your beautiful boyfriend, you felt your mouth water. He looked even more fucked out that he did a few moments ago, a deep blush settling across his face and down his chest. His tattoo beautifully on display, the way he trembled when your fingertips ghosted over the ink. His cock was flushed deep red, the head almost purple and a small puddle of precum had drooled out of his cock.

You couldn’t believe how wet this had gotten you, you were positively leaking all over him. He didn’t seem to mind as he attempted to grind into your heat, which he failed to since you were just out of his reach.

“Fuck, ____,” He growls, tone laced with warning. “If you don’t get on with it I will never let you dom me again!”

Pouting at him taking away all your fun, you wrap your hand around his cock, positioning yourself at his tip before slowly sliding down. The stretch, as always, was deliciously satisfying as his size filled you up in no way any other man possibly could. Usually, you’d feel his hands around your hips to guide your pace but seeing as he currently had silk black ties binding his wrists, it was up to you. But being restrained didn’t stop the dirty words he usually spewed from coming out of his mouth.

“So fucking tight, baby,” He growled, grinding his hips up to make his cock brush you g-spot, making you cry out. “Your juicy little cunt is making such a mess for me, Mistress,” He purrs.

Unable to take it, you begin to increase your pace, bouncing on his cock desperately. He lets out moans, always the vocal one, praising you and telling you what to do. Despite it being you supposed to be in control, you know that he’s always the one who’s really in charge. As much as you so eagerly want to dominate him, he’s never going to be able to give up like that, and you’ll never be able to have him beneath you with no power but his words.

“Fuck, shut up!” You cried, stopping all movement, making him whine helplessly. “I’m in charge here, Junhong!”

The curtains in the room slid open and the sun rays hit your eyes. You covered your face with the blanket and groaned loudly, letting the visitor know you are not appreciating their new tactic to wake you up.

“Get up, it’s nearly 11am.” The familiar voice descended out the room. You rubbed your eyes and lazily took the covers off your body... yet you still did not move. With closed eyes you hummed to yourself, slowly trying to wake up. But as this wasn’t working, you heard heavy footsteps come closer to your room and your eyes opened wide as the visitor grabbed your legs to pull you off of your bed. “Junhong!” You yelled out as your butt slowly touched the wooden floor. “Get up now, you won’t regret it.” He smiled and walked out.

     What is he doing in my house anyways...      I don’t remember asking him over...

The thought lingered around your mind, but was quickly forgotten due to fearing the fact that he can come back to your room any moment and bother you in other inhumane ways. You stood up and rubbed your eyes vigorously. The floor felt cold under your naked feet, but you managed to go over to the dining room where Zelo proudly stood at the table. The breakfast was already there, waiting for you. You squinted your eyes and took a deep breath. “Who cooked it?” You asked. “Well, who else do you see in this room?” He retorted. “Oh, I don’t know, but you can only make cereal so you know--” “I can do more than that! You just never got to see.” He did not stay offended for long. In a matter of seconds, you both smiled at each other and sat down. The breakfast wasn’t fancy, but it was a great start for the day which... turned out to be more casual than you have imagined.

Zelo’s head was lying on your lap and you brushed his hair delicately. He was watching an action movie which wasn’t of much interest to you. You held a book in one hand. Looking over at your boyfriend, you noticed that his eyes were not even remotely directed at the TV. He was staring at you with a loving and soft expression. You put the book down and smiled back before quickly grabbing the TV remote. “Hey, that is not fair!”  Zelo sat back up and and tried to get it out of your hand, but you grasped it with all power, you had no intentions of giving in. “You were the one who stopped watching the TV, I figured it’d make more sense for me to take control!” “I was staring at you!” “Well the TV is over there!”

You argued back and forth, aggressively fighting for the remote. You put one of your hands on his forehead and tried to push him back, but it did not work as he was way taller and stronger. He pushed you on your back and made sure you’re unable to move your legs which were frantically kicking him a while back. “THIS IS NOT FAIR!” You screamed when Zelo finally took the remote out of your hand. He laughed triumphantly and moved back to keep watching.

It’s only when he feels a light tap on his nose that he comes back to reality to see you smiling at him. “Welcome back to Earth,” you tease.

“Nice to be back,” he grins, taking his headphones out and tucking them away. He opens the door to the shop and lets you enter first, making you smile more. The two of you place your orders before settling at a small table in the corner. “So what's the occasion?” He asks.

“Does there need to be one to see you?”

“Yes.”

“Well good thing I’m just using you to see Mochi.”

“Not allowed,” Zelo says, trying to keep his voice stern. “I forbid it.”

Naturally you begin to give him the best puppy dog eyes. “Please? I barely see the two of you anymore. Second semester starts soon, and with your schedule I never see you except your social media posts. So I won’t have any chances to see you soon. I missed you...and i just...had a rough day,” you mumble the last part.

Zelo feels his heart flutter at your confession only to frown at your bad day. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You simply shake your head, taking another spoonful of ice cream.

“Okay, then today I will grant you permission to see my son. He probably misses you too. I know I have.”

Zelo isn't sure but he swears your cheeks are turning pink. Your voice is back to being cheerful. “Of course he does. He loves me. That's why he came to me when you lost hold of the leash! How could such a small dog get away from someone with such long legs?”

“He’s a ball of energy when he wants to be. Still that was one of the scariest moments of my life until I found him with you.”

Despite this happening almost eight months ago, Zelo can remember it perfectly.

He had lost focus while replying to a message from Jongup and the next thing he knew the leash was flying from his hand. The momentary shock left him rooted to the spot, watching the little brown fluff rush away, yipping at another dog. It wouldn’t be the first time Mochi ended up fighting another dog, but usually the dog was bigger. He began calling for him, but the dog slipped under a bush, making Zelo lose sight of him as he looked in that area.

Not finding him, he moved on only to spot Mochi at a tree a short distance away. The dog was in your lap, stretched up on his hind legs to excitedly plant kisses on your face. Zelo could hear you laughing as you tried to calm the dog. “Hey, come on, settle down. You’re going to take off my cover-up,” you laughed, gently trying to get the dog to sit. It takes a moment but he eventually settles down. “Where did you come from cutie?” You questioned, searching for an ID tag.

Zelo slowly approached. He could see a small sketchbook with a few bent pages at your side. “Excuse me? I’m sorry if he bothered you.”

Mochi gave a small yip, as if Zelo’s words offend him. You chuckled and looked up at the newcomer, “He didn’t bother me at all! Just startled me a bit, but that’s a risk you run sitting at a dog park.”

“Did he chase your dog away?” Zelo noted there wasn’t one at your side.

“No, my parents won’t allow me to have a dog of my own...so I come here to sketch a few when I’m stressed,” you tapped the book at your side, only for Mochi to stretch out to sniff that hand and start licking it. “He’s an affectionate little guy.”

“That’s Mochi. And I’m sorry he seems to have wrecked your sketchbook. I can buy you another if you want.”

“It’s only a few wrinkled pages, it’s okay. Can’t be mad at this sweetheart,” you cooed at Mochi as he continues his affections.

“He really seems to like you. I’m Junhong by the way.”

“______________...wait, you're not...not Zelo, are you?” You asked softly.

Hesitantly Zelo nodded, not wanting to be dishonest. He expected you to freak out, ask for a photo, or something.

All that happened was a smile spread on your face, “Nice to meet you.”

“You too....I don't think he’s going to move any time soon,” Zelo told you.

“It's not bother. But if you need to get going he’s your dog.”

“Nah,” Zelo shrugged and settled into a place beside you. The two of you made conversation while Mochi kept alternating between each of you. Zelo was surprised to learn you were only a senior in high school, but it didn't stop you from exchanging numbers.

“Hey, you're zoning out again,” your voice brings him back to the present. “You need to get more sleep.”

“I sleep enough. I just haven't had much time to think about anything other than what I'm working on.”

“Thank you for taking a break to see me, I know it's hard to pull away from your work,” you say softly, lifting your spoon to offer him some of your ice cream as a thanks.

“I needed the break,” he admits take a bite and offering you some of his in return. This was how it was whenever the two of you got together. You were both so comfortable with each other. Sometimes it made Zelo wish you were older so he could be with you...but you're underage and so he kept his feelings to himself.

He pushes the feeling down as you chat, but it rises up again on the walk to his place when he feels you grab his jacket sleeve so you don’t lose him in the crowd on the sidewalk. It wasn’t the first time you’d done this, but it is the first time he pulls away so he can link hands with you. He tries to tell himself the gesture is completely platonic, but the racing beat of his heart says otherwise.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to reach the apartment and for Mochi to immediately run to the door. “Hang on sweetie,” you coo as you remove your shoes before gently picking the dog up and holding him close to you.

As you head further into the apartment you greet Zelo’s mom and brother, making a bit of light conversation with both of them before his mother leaves to run errands and his brother goes back to his game. “What do you feel like doing? We could walk Mochi or watch a movie or something?”

You ponder the options before asking, “If it isn’t an issue, maybe you can show Mochi and me what you’ve been working on?”

“I can’t give you comeback spoilers ___________,” Zelo tells you, shaking his head.

“It was worth a shot. Just a movie then. Your pick,” you shrug, walking to Zelo’s room so you don’t disturb the gaming happening in the living room. Zelo follows, thanking his lucky stars he cleaned his room the day before. As you settle into a spot on his bed with Mochi still snuggled up to you he picks the first movie he sees and sits down, scratching the dog behind the ear as the movie begins.

Every now and then the two of you make a comment about what you’re watching, but over time your get quieter and soon enough Zelo notes you’re asleep. He can’t help but smile at how peaceful you look. He bites his lip, unsure if he should wake you or not. You must be exhausted to have fallen asleep so he lets you rest and continues watching the movie.

Or he tries to.

He doesn’t want to be creepy, but he can’t help but look over at you and feel content to have you here. The two of you go so well together, and even Mochi loves you. He reminds himself that you’re sixteen. Underage. He can’t do anything. And he won’t. Although, maybe it’s time to be honest with you about his feelings.

Before he can think on things, Mochi jumps up to be at alert, ears twitching from whatever he may have heard. It’s a few seconds later that he begins barking. “Sh, sh, stop barking!” Zelo whispers, but it’s too late, you’re already starting to sit up.

“Hey, quiet,” you mumble, making Mochi look at you before barking and rushing off to the living room.

“Sorry, he must have heard something outside,” Zelo apologizes.

“I’ll forgive you since it must be hard being a single parent,” you give a sleepy laugh as Mochi comes running back. You reach out to pet him. “Do we need to find your dad a date so you can have another parent?”

“You’re his other parent,” Zelo says without thinking about it. His eyes go wide as his words sink in. He quickly fumbles to add, “I mean, um, you’re like another parent to him when you’re here. Not that you’re my date or anything...not that I wouldn’t want you to be. I actually do really like you...but...I’m sorry..” He looks at his bedsheets, trying to avoid further embarrassment.

“I would...I would love to be Mochi’s parent,” you say softly, making him look at you quickly. “I’ve come to like you too...i mean, I liked you when I was just a fan...but you started talking to me and I realized it was more than a fan love. But I didn’t want to say anything to make our friendship weird. I didn’t think you could ever feel the same for someone like me, especially since I know I’m underage. I know that means nothing can happen between us, but I really hope we can stay friends if that’s okay with you. If it’s not I can just go and we can forget everything.”

“Why wouldn’t I like someone like you?” Zelo asks slowly.

All you do is shrug, your cheeks turning red as you keep petting Mochi. A silence falls between the two of you as both of your minds race for what this means for the two of you now.

“_______________, I don’t want to stop being friends with you. I know we can’t date now, but I want to someday. And I’m willing to wait for you. You don’t have to do the same, and if it makes you uncomfortable I can try to move on and just be your friend...or even if that’s too weird, I guess we can both move on. But I would love to see where this can go, because I think it’ll be worth the wait.”

“Junhong, you can’t be serious? Do you know how many other great people are out there?!”

“I’m serious. There are nice people out there, but they aren’t you. You’ve handled my busy life already. You’ve met some of my family and I’ve met yours. Sometimes we’re already like a couple, even if we’ve only known each other eight months. You don’t have to wait for me in return, but I’m going to.”

“Of course I would wait for you. I’m happiest when I get to talk with you. And when i see you, it’s like home,” you blush. You purse your lips before you hold up your hand with your pinky out. “I promise that I will wait for the day that I can be with you. Until that day, I will remain your friend. If something changes, I promise to discuss it with you so that we can figure it out together..”

Zelo smiles, curling his pinky around yours, “I promise to wait for the day I can be with you. Until that day, I will remain your friend. If something changes, or if there are any rumors, I promise to discuss it with you so that we can figure it out together.”

The two of you do a small shake, sealing the promise. Before you can pull your hand away, Zelo uses it to gently to pull you into his arms, careful so you don’t fall on top of Mochi. “I hope the time passes quickly,” he admits.

“Me too, me too,” you smile, shifting to hug him better. You stay like that for a moment before you sigh. “I should be headed home.”

“We’ll walk you,” Zelo offers as you pull away. He quickly latches Mochi’s leash before putting on his shoes.

“Thank you for today,” you say as you start walking. “And for walking me home.”

“It was my pleasure. Thank you for inviting me out,” he tells you, cautiously lacing his free hand with yours. “Can you make me one more promise?”

“What is it?”

“That if anything ever makes you uncomfortable you’ll tell me. I won’t kiss you or anything until you’re of age...but if holding your hand or a hug feels like too much, tell me?”

“Only if you do the same.”

“I will.”

“Then I will too,” you squeeze his hand. The rest of the walk is filled with casual conversation and when the three of you arrive at your front door, he squeezes your hand again as you say goodbye. He doesn’t leave until he’s sure you’re inside.

“You okay to make a pit stop?” Zelo asks, and Mochi simply keeps walking. It doesn’t take long for them to reach the studio. He sends his mom a message so she doesn’t worry and sends you a message assuring you he’s safe. With that out of the way, he carefully ties Mochi to a seat leg before settling down at the equipment and getting to work. He takes a few breaks to respond to messages and make sure Mochi is alright.

It doesn’t take long for him to finish the small ballad, but he gives it at least four playthroughs before calling it done. It’s the fastest he’s ever made a song, but he wanted to commemorate the events of the day. He burns the audio to a CD as well as emails himself a copy for safe keeping on his own laptop at home. He’s unsure if he should send it to you, not wanting to overwhelm you. Ultimately decides it can be surprise for when you’re finally of age.

Absentmindedly you fiddle with your phone as you zone out on your TV and debate if you should text your boyfriend again or not. You haven’t heard much from Junhong for the last three days, just little texts here and there saying how you miss each other or wish each other well. It shouldn’t bother you so much since sometimes you go for almost a week without hearing from him when he’s on tour, but he’s been home the last three days. He’d warned you he would be busy, but you expected he would at least spare time for dinner with you or that he would invite you over for a little bit.

You focus when your phone lights up, telling you he’s made an Instagram post. Unlocking your phone, you look to see footage of him dancing in the practice room. His talent never ceases to amaze you as you sit smiling at your phone. He seems happier in his latest posts and it warms your heart. Still, you can’t help but worry that he pushes himself too hard. He always assures you that he rests as needed, but with all his late night posts and lives, you have your doubts.

You actually stayed up late last night watching his live, even if it was just him lying in bed listening to music. It made you miss him more and wonder why he couldn’t send more than a few words. And today, you haven’t heard anything. Not one word. It makes you worry. You knew his idol life would be demanding, and that was something the two of you discussed multiple times before and during your relationship. Still, you can’t help the worry that his life as Zelo is pulling him away from you: that he is no longer your Junhong, but is instead simply Zelo.

Briefly you think about contacting his mom to see if you could bring the family dinner later. She already seems to think of you as a daughter, the two of you spending time together when Zelo was away on tour. Even if you didn’t get to see your boyfriend, at least you could spend some time with Mochi since you didn’t end up babysitting him at all during this tour yet.

The thought is tempting, but you realize it’s late and that they’ve probably already eaten. Not to mention, you don’t feel the motivation to make that much food after the long day of work you had. You actually should still be in the studio editing more of the photos from the upcoming project, but you had worked from 7am to 6:30pm and that felt like more than enough time, especially after you were up late.

Thinking about work and food makes you realize that all you’ve done in the hour since you left work is laze on your couch. Forcing yourself up, you find some ramen and begin boiling the water. As you wait, you change into your pajamas, aka one of Junhong’s shirts and your underwear. You smell his shirt, sighing softly since it’s starting to lose his scent. You head back to make your little meal before settling back on the couch to eat and watch TV. As you finish up, you glance at your phone, wondering once again if you should message Junhong to at least see if he made it home. Although by his standards, this is too early to quit.

Not yet ready to call it a day, you half-heartedly clean your apartment. When you finish you hope there’s a message from him, but there’s nothing. You would definitely have a talk with him about this when you have the chance. Although the current situation would make it seem otherwise, the two of you were actually good about communicating. When the relationship was newer, there were quite a few petty fights until the two of you learned to better express yourselves. Sometimes you could anticipate each other before anything was said, but other times words were necessary.

You remind yourself that he told you he would be busy, but that still doesn’t ease your worry especially since he would be headed out for the rest of the tour in two days. There’s no use dwelling on it until you can have a proper conversation about everything. With this in mind, you head to bed and begin to start a goodnight message only to stop as you hear the front door open and slam shut.

There’s a soft curse or two that leave you wondering if you should go to him or wait in bed. Sometimes when he’s upset Junhong needs space before he talks to you, other times you cuddle and talk about it. Last time this happened, he asked you to slow dance with him.

“______________?” You hear him softly call. With that signal you leave the bedroom and guilt forms on his features. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I just laid down,” you soothe, crossing the distance between the two of you since he hasn’t moved from the spot near the door. Gently you comb the hair away from his eyes. “Do you need to eat or shower?”

He shakes his head before taking your hand. “Lie down with me?”

You give a simple nod, allowing him to lead you back into your room. He settles onto the bed, and as soon as you lie down he rests his head on your shoulder, seeking your comfort for whatever is bothering him. Immediately, you hold him close to you and kiss the top of his head as you rub his back gently. You want to say something to ease whatever pain he has, but instead you keep quiet and wait for him to explain.

“I...I wasn’t sure if I should come,” he mumbles. His words surprise you, causing you to stop your movements for a brief moment. “I didn’t want to bring my problems to you...but I really, really missed you.”

“I missed you too, but this is a partnership. I am here to help you to the best of my ability. You don’t have to go through anything yourself, remember?”

“I know I’m not alone. The company is just adding more pressure, and I feel like I can’t keep up lately. I want to do better, and so I keep practicing and practicing between schedules but it still doesn’t feel like enough. I try and show the fans as much love as I can with lives and such to make up for it. Except that doesn’t change that I barely have time to see any of my friends or you...I almost thought I wasn’t going to see you because of how much I have to do,” he tells you, tightening his hold on your waist.

You wait to see if he’s going to say more before speaking. “You are one of the most talented idols out there. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your girlfriend. There are many out there who admire your skills and feel inspired because of you. Many of the comments you’ve been getting are telling you how great you are and to encourage you to rest. You’re your worst critic, where you see flaws, some people see their idol being more human. True fans want you to be healthy and happy.

“So do your friends, and they understand how crazy your life is, but just let them know you’re thinking of them now and again. As for me, I won’t lie, I was starting to get worried since you weren’t sending much. I thought maybe your career was coming first, which sometimes it has to. I know that. But I worried since we barely spoke...I thought maybe you were starting to forget about me today. It was foolish to think that when could tell you were going through more than you were letting on, and I didn’t want to push you or seem needy while you were so busy.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you and making you feel like my career came first. It matters to me a lot, but so do you,” he places a light kiss on your neck. “I just got trapped in my own head for a while and I didn’t know how to tell you what was happening...the company even threatened to take away my phone during the tour since they felt that I wasn’t focusing enough. I didn’t want to start a conversation I could finish or make you feel like you’re causing trouble. I could have handled things better, I’m sorry,” he kisses your jaw.

“It isn’t your fault. I can understand your worries. I should have reached out too. We’ll both do better next time. What matters now is that is that you’re here.” You carefully tilt his head to press your lips to his.

The kiss is soft and slow, almost hesitant, but it doesn’t take long for Junhong to shift so he can kiss you again. This time, there’s a little more force before he stops to rest his forehead against yours. He takes a moment before kissing along your jawline. “You always know how to make me feel better. Even when I feel like I’ve lost control of my life.”

Naturally, your head tilts back as you savor his actions. You feel one of his hands rest on your bare thigh. You know where this is going, and so you spur things on by whispering, “Take control.”

The hand on your thigh tightens its hold, but he pulls back to look at you. “You’re sure?”

The two of you had only recently started getting a bit more experimental in the bedroom by dominating each other every now and then. It was a rare occurrence, partially due to timing and partially because you were both still learning, but whenever it was going to happen you would at least have some sort of discussion about what would happen. The unexpected still would happen of course.

As eager as he is to dominate you, he doesn’t want to push anything.

“I trust you. We have the safe words. But if you don’t want to-”

His kiss cuts your words short, causing you to take a moment to kiss back. He shifts, gently nudging your legs further apart so he can settle between them and get a better angle for the kiss. His lips move away from yours, traveling down your neck before finding a spot to mark. Your fingers tangle into his hair, making him softly moan against your skin.

He pulls back, looking at his work before growling in your ear, “I’m going to leave so many marks that you won’t forget how much you matter to me.”

His words send a shiver down your spine before he lightly nips your earlobe. As he starts to leave another hickey your body arches to be closer to him, but to your surprise he uses both hands to push your hips back down. You feel him smirk as a soft whine leaves you. As he kisses his work and moves to another spot, you feel his hands start to move up your shirt and to your breasts, which are then given a gentle squeeze.

You gasp softly and that’s enough to make him pull back to pull the shirt off of you. You’re about to reach out to take his shirt off, but your hands are pinned before you come close. “Wait.”

You want to protest, but you keep quiet which earns you a kiss. His hands release yours to ghost up your body and fondle your breasts once more. When he begins playing with your  hardening nipples, he uses your surprise to slide his tongue into your mouth. One of his hands reaches for one of yours, giving two gentle squeezes to check in with you as he continues the kiss. Slowly you return the gesture, which makes him kiss you more eagerly.

When he pulls away, he quickly moves down to leave marks on your collarbones. He presses his lower half to yours, allowing you to feel his erection through his jeans before he grinds against you. Junhong is a dancer, making him in tune with his body and he’s made it his task to know yourself just as well. He wastes no time, kissing along the spots he knows you’re sensitive to as you grip onto the sheets, trying to let him lead.

Your restraint crumbles as a tongue runs over one of your nipples, and you quickly grab at the back of his shirt, trying to pull it off him. When he pulls away, it’s enough for you to get the fabric off. “I thought I told you to wait?”

“I’m sorry...I couldn’t...” you say softly, noting the dark look in his eyes as he looks down at you.

He takes the shirt from you, tossing it aside on your behalf before he harshly pinches your nipples as a form of punishment. “You couldn’t what?”

“I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to see you,” you whimper, more from the deep tone of his voice than the pain. “I’m sorry,” you tell him again.

One hand gently cups your chin as the other pulls at his belt. “Tonight I’ll be generous, if you show me how sorry you are.”

He sets the belt to the side, but you don’t question this as he kisses you gently before he stands to get rid of his pants and boxers. You lick your at the sight before crawling forward, glancing up at him before taking a hold of his cock. He lets out a content sigh as you start to pump him, but you prefer the noise he makes as you run your tongue over his tip. Usually you would tease him, but not tonight. Not after you already went against an order.

You run your tongue over him, coating him with your saliva before you take the tip into your mouth. Gentle hands gather your hair into a ponytail as your head sinks lower and lower until you can’t take anymore. At first Junhong doesn’t push you as you bob your head up and down, but soon he begins guiding your paces with slight tugs on your hair. Any time you pull back for air, your hands take place of your mouth.

Carefully, you breathe and relax your throat enough to deepthroat him, pulling the most delicious sound from your boyfriend’s mouth as well as a few curse words. He starts rocking his hips, wanting more and more from you. It’s the second time that he pushes his hips too much that you smack his thigh and pull away. “Yellow,” you warn.

He quickly presses kisses to your face, his dominance forgotten to soothe you. “Sorry, sorry,” he says softly. “No more of that. Do you need a minute?” You hadn’t given the word to completely stop, but he still want to be certain.

“I’m okay, we can continue,” you pant before he pushes you back onto the bed. He leans over you to pull the lube out of the nightstand so it’s at the ready. His fingers tease at your waistband before moving lower to your wetness. He keeps quiet, but the smirk on his face says it all as his fingers press into the damp spot. Slowly, he lowers himself so can make marks along your stomach and hips as he lowers your underwear. As he begins nibbling on your inner thigh, the anticipation makes you whine. “Junhong, please.”

He doesn’t say anything as he continues marking your other inner thigh.

“Ple-oh!” You moan loudly as his tongue presses to your clit. He sucks it lightly while pulling your legs further apart as you try to close them. Your hips buck lightly as his tongue moves around the sensitive bud before his tongue slides between your folds. Vaguely, you hear the pop of the lube top, but all you can focus on is the waves of pleasure building. It’s only seconds later that you feel a finger sliding into you, going nearly knuckle deep.

Once the digit starts moving, it only adds to the pleasure you’d already been feeling. It isn’t long before another is added, stretching you further while bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. You reach to grip on Junhong’s hair in attempt to make sure he doesn’t pull away as the pressure builds. Despite the tight grip he still manages to pull away. He gives a soft chuckle at the cry you make as your orgasm starts to fade away.

“Don’t worry baby,” he kisses you gently, reaching for a condom that’s quickly rolled on. “Hands up,” he instructs grabbing his belt from where he’d set it. You do as told and soon he has you bound to the headboard. “As much as I love you marking me, we can’t have it so close to our departure,” he explains as if he can tell what you’re thinking. “Too tight?”

You shake your head, earning another kiss as his hands trail down your body. You can feel his cock against your entrance, and press against it as you’re unable to do much else. A slight smack on your thigh is a silent warning not to rush him, and so you try to settle down. This once again proves difficult as he runs his tip around your entrance.

You start to beg, wanting more. Needing more. Your words are enough to get your way as he slides into you. The both of you moan in unison. “You feel incredible,” you tells you as he starts to thrust into you gently.

The bruising grips on your thighs tell you he’s restraining himself to take things slow. Despite the slow pace, his thrusts are still forceful as he plants kisses along your body along with the occasional bite. You want to touch him, but the belt keeps your hands in place, leaving you mildly frustrated. It’s only once he begins to move faster that his hands move to the sheets so you can meet his pace. His name falls from your lips like it’s the only word you know and it spurs him on to find your g-spot.

When he does, you don’t even seem to know his name anymore as only moans come from you. It isn’t long after that you reach your peak and Junhong works you through it. His own follows just after, causing him to moan out your name as he releases.

When his high is over, he rests against you, catching his breath and listening to you do the same. You reach to try and hold him, only to feel the belt tighten. “Babe, can you untie me?”

Junhong gives a small nod before pulling out, leaning over to release you before disposing of the condom. He looks down at you as you lower your arms, allowing them to fully relax. “Was that too much?” He looks at the red marks covering your body and wants to be certain everything is alright.

“Outside of the one warning I gave you it was perfect.”

With that he flashes an adorable smile. “Thank you. I’m so lucky to have someone like you to love.”

You lean up and kiss the tip of his nose “I love you too, and I’m really glad you decided to come over.”

He starts spreading kisses all over your face, showering you in affections. Between each kiss he speaks, “Me too. You always make me feel better. Now do you want to shower?”

“Only if we can snuggle after.”

“Anything for you, my love,” he promises, kissing your forehead. He disappears for a moment to grab a few things, such as a change of clothes for after, and starts the water so it can warm up.

With everything set, he carries you bridal style into the bathroom only setting you down before entering the shower. The two of you wash each other off, occasionally using the soap to tickle each other as you joke around. He teases you for tracing your finger over his tattoo, and so you make sure to point out every time he lingers on a darkening mark on your body.

When you're done washing, you towel off and slip into the underwear and shirt Junhong grabbed for you. Once he has his sweatpants on the two of you change the sheets, tossing the dirty ones to be washed before settling into bed. This time you rest on his chest.

“Comfortable?”

“Mhm,” you hum in content. “What time do you have to leave tomorrow for schedules?”

“Not until after lunch. I plan to spend all morning with you.”

The whole house was dark, the only light coming from the television screen as I sat on the couch curled up under my blanket with a couple of my favorite snacks located right beside me. I was completely focused on the movie playing before me. It was an intense horror film and there were a couple times I wanted nothing to do but to hide underneath my blanket, but at the same time it was so captivating that I couldn’t turn away. I didn’t want to miss a single moment of the movie, no matter how scary it was.

Time went by and the movie was just starting to get to the most intense scenes throughout the whole thing. I was half hidden underneath my blanket, the only part of my face that could be seen were my eyes. As my attention was on the television, I suddenly was wrapped in an embrace from behind that caused me to let out a high pitch scream and jump off the couch. Laughter ran through the air as I turned to see my boyfriend on the floor, holding his stomach as he laughed.

“Junhong! Why would you do such a thing to me?!” I cried out, my eyesight blurred with tears.

“You were just so caught up in the movie that I couldn’t help myself. I must say that it was definitely worth it,” he replied after calming down from his laughter.

“I thought for a second that the movie suddenly became real life. You scared me so badly that I teared up.”

Junhong chuckled and stood up before walking over to me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you that badly.” He said as he pulled me closer to him in a hug. I let out a small whine and hid my face in his chest.

“I hate you,” I said, my voice muffled by his shirt.

“I can tell.”

“Now that you just scared the living day light out of me, you now get to sit and watch this one with me.”

Junhong groaned and took a small step back.

“Do I really have to?”

“I think you owe me as much! You could have killed me by giving me a heart attack.”

“Okay okay. Fair enough. It will just be this one, right?”

Smiling up at my boyfriend, I moved to return to my spot on the couch. “Nope. There is another one I wish to watch after this.”

Junhong sighed and looked up at the ceiling for a couple of seconds before he came to sit beside me.

“I would have never scared you if I knew this was going to be my punishment,” he mumbled.

You were at your limit. You busted through it really, much to his influence. The heated moments that you couldn’t do anything about since everyone was watching. All those nights you spent alone, your thoughts haunted by the fantasies you couldn’t fulfill. The desperate wanting the longing, it got too much.

You no longer cared of the warning signs. You may regret this afterwards, but right now was all that mattered.

Junhong pulled you into that dark room and into him as you heard the door slam shut. Two hands grabbed your face and pulled you to desperate lips that kissed you with eagerness and relief.  

Burning passion spurred you on to grab hold of this moment. Tonight you were letting go of all inhibitions and morals and doing what you always wanted.

Junhong.

“Say you want me.” He breathed, his voice desperate as he kissed you over and over. “Tell me this is okay. Tell me I can finally have you.”

You both knew this was wrong. You shouldn’t be doing this, this was betrayal this was reckless behavior. But it was painfully true, that the forbidden fruit tasted sweeter than anything else.

“I want you,” you answered, before calling his name with a whine. “Junhong.”

You fell back onto the bed with Junhong above you. He tore his shirt over his head and you were quick to follow in pulling off your own clothes. He leaned over and you briefly grabbed a hold of his dog tags around his neck before grabbing the back of his neck and bringing him down on top of you.

Lips slammed against lips, bodies not leaving an inch of space between. His hands were everywhere, like fire on your skin as both hands squeezed your breast and massaged them as you arched your back and let out a shuddering breath.

His mouth worked on your neck, marking it red and claiming you as his. It was all getting to much for you as you moaned wantonly and wrapped your legs around his hips and your hands scraped down his back.  

You couldn’t wait any longer, flipping him over so you were on top. You pinned his arms above his head before grounding your hips down deliciously, feeling his hardness press into you. You watched as his face contorted in pleasure, eyes clenching shut as he let out airy moan before hissing as his body arched.

You released one hand from him so you could line him at your entrance. You flipped your hair out your face and looked down at him, capturing this moment to be ingrained forever in your mind. You dropped down, the room being filled with glorious moans and release.  

You didn’t waste any time as you started to ride him, raising yourself up only to drop back down onto his cock. You didn’t go slow either, hearing his breath hitch and stutter every time you slammed down on him.  

“That’s it, baby.” Junhong moaned, his eyes clenching shut as he dropped his head back. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, you were already speeding up as skin slapping skin sounded throughout the room. Your legs were getting tired, but the pleasure was controlling every fiber of your body.

That’s when positions were switch yet again as Junhong hovered above, letting himself sink back into you and swallow your moans and pleas. He moved faster than you did, his hips snapping into you making you scream into the dark abyss of ecstasy.

You couldn’t get enough of it, you didn’t want this to stop. His long, full girth was showing no mercy as it hit every single spot just right. His eyes was dark and lustful, staring down at you making sure you hid nothing from him. He didn’t match the sounds coming from him, as he whimpered your name over and over, his eyes fluttering closed as his rhythm started to stutter.

You moaned breathlessly as he spilled himself into you, his hips rutted against yours as he was coming down from his high. You whimpered quietly, not wanting to this to end so soon but you were happy to see him in this state. So utterly fucked out and smitten with you.

Disappointment was not an option even though the fullness left you making you whine in protest. But you watched as Junhong pushed himself down quickly, your legs flying over his shoulders as you gasped in surprise.

He wasted no time shoving his tongue deep into your core and hear you stutter on a moan of his name. He altered from lapping at your juices and shoving his long tongue into you, taking pride in the way your legs trembled and tighten around his neck. You were in bliss, his sinful tongue giving wave after wave of pleasure to your body. A hand on your stomach had to keep you still as your body arched in his hold. His wonderful lips trailed up from your pussy to your clit, wrapping around the small bud and sucking it mercilessly as his tongue played with it. God, he was good with his mouth, it was all you needed to be pushed over the edge.  

You felt it, like a fountain overflowing with water. You breathlessly cried his name, your fingers intertwining in his hair and pulling his head up and down to ride out the pleasure. He moaned against you and grabbed your thighs, squeezing them as he ate you out ruthlessly.  

Even after you had enough and begged with a hoarse throat did he finally let you, your legs dropping onto the mattress as he raised up and climbed next to you. You laid side by side, highs coming down and steadying breathing as you looked into each other’s eyes.

“I don’t regret this.” He spoke quietly, his large hand slipping into yours and intertwining your fingers. You smiled at him, your eyes falling closed as you let out a breath.

“Neither do I.”  

You felt him bring your hand up, his lips placing a lingering kiss against your knuckles as he left your held hands by each other’s faces. You left your eyes closed and decided to lay there, even take up the chance to sleep with him. Cause you were giddy with the fact you could wake up tomorrow next to him.