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99liners · 6 years ago

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seven rules : dom!btob;

seo eunkwang :

before leaving for work in the morning, you must text him a photo of your outfit. this is not to control your wardrobe in any way but to be able to compliment you on how sexy and beautiful you look at the beginning of your day.

stand in front of the mirror and remind yourself about the things you love about yourself

you must always respond fully, both physically and verbally to whatever he does with you. the expressions of your emotions and your physical responses are important to him. you must never hold back any part of their display, regardless of how intense they may be, unless restricted to do so.

orgasms are a privilege and are owned by him. you will ask him for permission to cum and will thank him after each one.

he will be addressed as “sir” when possible.

you will adhere to any preference he has regarding which collar you are allowed to wear and for how long you may wear it each day.

when you are together, he will ask you to approve of or pick out the clothing he has planned for you to wear for the next day.

“you’re really cute and i just wanna fuck your pretty little mouth.”

lee minhyuk :

before meeting him, you will always insert two fingers deep into your pussy then spread your plentiful juices onto your lips to greet him with a passionate kiss.

vocal queues: you must respond, vocally, to specific actions. the most common example of this is having you count strokes in impact play or any time he lets you touch him, he expects you to thank him.

if you are put on your knees, or all fours, you are not allowed to rise, without permission.

you’re also not allowed to put yourself down in any way.

no swearing; princesses have no need for vulgar words.

each morning, you will write his name somewhere on your body and if you guys are together, you will let him write his name on your body each morning.

always be ready for daddy’s use. inspections will be put in place and you are to comply.

“i want to slap your ass till my hand stings and i see the marks on your ass. i want to bite your neck and kiss you and tease you until you’re dripping wet and beg me to fuck you.”

lee changsub :

if he tells you to keep your hands to yourself, he won’t tolerate any urge to reach out and touch him, instead will use cuffs or ropes or a tie.

you will meditate and keep a journal daily.

when he’s away on tour and face-times you at night, baby girl must masturbate until she cums 3-5 times.

work and educational endeavours override all rules.

you must follow any instructions that he gives you regarding what you are allowed to use, how long you are allowed to use it, etc. when you masturbate.

encourages you to hold his hand when he’s dishing out punishment (spankings, ect) only to make sure you know that he’s aware of his limits

when others show an interest in what you are wearing, you must ask them if they would like to see more and then gladly show them what they would like to see – but only after you have received permission from changsub.

“if you’re a good girl, i might let you ride my face till you’re close and then proceed to fuck the living shit out of you.”

im hyunsik :

don’t keep secrets from him; tell him your worries, he can’t help if he doesn’t know the problem.

send nudes whenever asked to

make sure to eat at proper times and nutritional meals with snack time in between

no disrespecting him. acting disrespectful or bratty will get you ignored until you are sorry and say so or until he feels ready to speak to you again.

you must remember, and obey, a set of commands.

you are encouraged to show off your body through the use of provocative clothing. he prefers this but understands that you are not comfortable doing so.

the proper position is always, always on your knees.

“come here so i can fuck the life out of you and then cuddle you to sleep.”

shin donggeun (peniel) :

you will not wear panties around the house

you will learn to be good to yourself and accept compliments when they’re given

always count when he’s spanking you. you lose count and he’ll start over.

you must be both specific and explicit in your speech.

always swallow his cum

once a week you will wear his favourite lingerie set of yours.

when bringing him something you will wait until he says “thank you” before leaving.

“let me finger you through your cute little pink panties and watch you whimper as you get all heated up.”

jung ilhoon :

always eat at least one vegetable a day, maintaining proper health is his biggest rule

you are NOT allowed to touch or pleasure yourself in any way for three days before you guys meet in person after a tour or even a concert.

your ass is his private domain.

your basic attire in the presence of him shall consist of a collar and your highest heels.

he accepts the commitment to treat you properly, to train and discipline you, punish you, love you, and use you as he sees fit.

want HIM. not “who is easy”. if he is not worth the effort, you’re not worth the time. if you’re being difficult, he won’t abandon you.

as his alarm clock, you will wake him up by sucking his cock.

“i wanna choke you while i slip my fingers inside you.”

yook sungjae :

before leaving your home every day, you must be wearing an item of ownership (necklace, bracelet, anklet, choker, or ring) that reminds you constantly of him. the item must be worn in plain sight in public for others to see.

hydration is very important.

every day after work/classes, when you change out of your attire, you must insert the ben wa balls into your pussy and wear them until bedtime. you must wear the ben wa balls for all social, exercise, yoga or work out activities.

regardless of where you are or circumstances, if he asks you to hand over your panties, you are to do so at that moment without hesitation.

wednesdays are “naked chef night”. you will prepare dinner wearing only one of his white dress shirt, thigh-high black stockings, and 4-5″ high heels or boots. he will be greeted with a glass of red wine and a 3-minute kiss.

take note of how other things affect you guys. your experiences are VERY different, even if they’re similar. don’t compare him to others. for he has learned not to do that himself. others may not like your “flaws”. he might love you for them.

you must confess when you have been naughty or broken rules so that he may decide if such violations require you to be disciplined or to be punished.

“when you come over tonight, i’m gonna throw you on the bed, fuck you till the bedsheets soak up and my back is full of scratches.”

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killingmebtob · 5 years ago

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[[☾]] Silenced // Jung Ilhoon

Author: @killingmebtob // Sara

Title: Silenced

Characters: Ilhoon and Reader

Rating: R

Summary: There’s a different kind of beauty when he’s unable to talk.

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Dom!Reader, Sub!Ilhoon, Teasing, Gagging, Binding, Toys, Unprotected Sex, PWP

Author’s Notes: Just a little PWP. It’s my first time to write something with this kind of dynamics in their relationship. Of course, everything they’ve done is consensual. Well, I hope you like it? HAHA.

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Talkative, that was the first thing I noticed when I met him. He was the kind of person who never runs out of things to say. He was also the type to say the first thing that pops into his head. Still, he has a way with words that would draw you in. Whether it was the way he spoke, the words he said, or both, there was no helping it. He was a walking and talking magnet to anyone who listened to him.

It was no wonder why many people, including myself, were drawn to him. It was one of his charms along with his smile.

When he spoke, his eyes would shine while his lips would pull up to the sides a bit in some kind of a smile. It made him seem as if he was from another world. His beauty was unparalleled.

But he wasn’t only beautiful when he was talking. There was a different kind of beauty that emerges when he’s being silent, whether from lack of words or a sudden inability to speak.

His eyes would darken while his cheeks would often be tinted with a shade of red. It was obvious by the small frown on his lips that he wasn’t fond of being outwitted or left speechless.

Although, there were certain cases when he didn’t mind being silent.

A playful smirk pulled at the corners of my lips, my hands folded in front of my bare chest, as I watched him unable to speak. A shiver of pleasure ran through my spine at the thought that he was practically powerless without his words. My lips curled even further when his wide eyes met mine.

His pupils were dilated. Cheeks bright red. His chest heaved heavily as he breathed through his nose.

“Jung Ilhoon.” My voice sharply cut through the thick and heavy air as I walked closer to the bed. If possible, his eyes grew wider, his breathing heavier. I could almost hear him huffing and puffing through his nose as he tugged his arms. The sound of chains pulling against the metal railing of the headboard mixed with his heavy breaths.

Such a beauty, I mused, leaning over him as he lay on the bed.

A finger traced the moles that dotted his cheek beautifully. I’ve always found them fascinating. It added even more to his charm.

A sound similar to a whimper came from him. My smirk widened as my finger trailed further down his face. It made him produce those maddening sounds even more. I watched as he tightly shut his eyes the closer my finger moved to his mouth.

“Does it hurt?” I softly asked, tracing along the leather strap that secured the ball gag.

He took in deep breaths before opening his eyes. A warmth pooled in the pit of my abdomen at the sight of his lust filled orbs. I couldn’t help but wet my lips when he shook his head.

“Good,” I uttered while lightly kissing his jaw before pulling away from him.

Something akin to a whine came from him the moment I leaned away just a little bit. It was as if I could hear him begging against my ear to stay close. Having him in this kind of set up gave me a sense of power over him—one that was usually his when we were outside of the bedroom.

Ilhoon would almost always be the one taking the lead whenever we were together. I didn’t mind. Initially, our bedroom encounters were also led by him until the day I discovered his submissive nature when I pinned him down and pressed my palm against his lips. The way he squirmed while a dark blush rose to his cheek pushed me to explore that side of him even more. His pupils had darkened considerably too during that time.

Now, he’d given me full control whenever we were in our own private space. It gave me an overwhelming amount of pleasure to have him reduced to nothing but whining, with or without the use of any kind of gag.

Still, there were rare times when he’d be the one in control.

The sound of his heavy breaths getting shorter filled my ears. His gaze and mine never broke even when I slowly and lightly walked two of my fingers along the tattoo on his chest. Ilhoon squirmed, trying to trash his upper body to indicate that he was too riled up for this teasing. I could only grin and tut.

“Stop moving,” I whispered as I moved down a little so that I could lower my lips to his chest.

Light and fleeting kisses were trailed along the tattoo inked on his skin. I would glance up to his face once in a while. Seeing his eyes shut, cheeks flushed, hands clenched, and chest heaving pushed me even more to tease him. His muffled groans were music to my ears.

I could feel him arching his back as I moved lower down his chest. As a warning, I dug my nails into his skin and he immediately flattened back down on the bed. I could feel the strain on his abdominal muscles under my palms as he tried to keep still.

“Good boy.”

As a reward, my tongue circled his sensitive nipple before latching my mouth onto it. Hushed whimpers kept on coming from his throat every time I lightly nipped on the bud with my teeth. I repeated the same ministrations on the other.

By the time I was done, his chest was rising and falling at a quick pace. It was as if he ran a marathon for hours. His entire body was covered by a sheen of sweat, making it appear as if it was glistening under the dim light.

“Lower?” I teased, hovering over him once more.

His eyes were blown wide. I saw him begging through them to the point that I could almost hear his voice. However, it wasn’t enough for me. When he realized that I wasn’t moving, I saw him struggling with the contraption on his mouth to get what he wanted across to me.

“No? Should we stop? It’d be a shame though.” I chuckled as I moved away from him and stood at the foot of the bed.

I let my eyes slowly trail his body from his wrists that were bound down to his flushed face. A grin settled on my lips at the sight of wetness around his mouth—a sign that he was salivating due to the gag. Then his neck, elongated as he rested his head back on the bed. Still, his eyes were on me.

The rise and fall of his chest had slowed down by a bit. Signs of my markings were littered all over his flesh. His abdomen had loosened, making him look relaxed.

Then my eyes fell on his erected cock—red and engorged.

I could feel the wetness forming in between my thighs.

“We spent so much time preparing you.” I slowly stated my words with a shake of my head.

A step closer caused him to sharply inhale. His body shuddered when he released his breath because I let my finger trace his length from base to tip. It was a feather-like touch; I barely let my finger pad touch the sensitive organ.

More music to my ears came out of him.

I let my finger move down back to the base of his length where a black, silicon ring was wrapped. I traced its shape around his cock before stopping at a point where a half-inch thick silicon strip was attached. The other end of the strip was connected to the base of the plug inside his hole. I hooked a finger around the strap and pulled at it.

His hips shifted as he let out a louder groan. I could see him clench his butt cheeks, causing the strip to resist against my hold. I tutted making him freeze. I tugged on the strip again, a little harsher this time making him feel as if I was pulling the plug out of him.

His breathing shallowed out the more that I fiddled with the strip, pushing him even closer to what I wanted to see.

“We even went all the way to slip on a cock ring and stuff a butt plug into you but you want to stop?” I shook my head, pulling on the strip for the last time. “A shame, really.”

Slowly, I wrapped my hand around his cock. It felt warm and heavy against my palm. My nether lips clenched at nothing. I could only imagine how he felt inside me.

“Are you sure you don’t want this?” I gave him a taste by twisting my hand before pumping him once. A bit of precum leaked from his tip. To push him even further, I licked it off and groaned.

Please. His eyes screamed at me. They were going wild and delirious with want. They were darker than usual. Please do something.

I shook my head. “Maybe I should stop. It seems like you don’t want this.”

Ilhoon strongly shook his head, eyes still begging.

Just a little more, I thought.

“No? Then show me. Tell me you want this.”

With the gag on his mouth, he couldn’t use his words. His pleads and whimpers were too muffled to provide me with anything. Sadistically, I grinned.

“Tell me you want me to lower myself onto your cock and ride you until you release.” My voice was low and laced with lust. I couldn’t deny that I wanted him too. I was also going insane the longer we kept this up but I needed to keep my self-control intact. This wasn’t just for me.

I kept on telling him the things I’d do if he would tell me what he wanted—if he showed me that he wanted it.

I unwrapped my hand around him and climbed the bed. I was on all fours above him, my pussy just above his length. I lowered myself a bit just to let him feel my wetness on his dick.

A shuddered breath escaped my lips at the contact.

“Ilhoon. What do you want?” I moaned out as I slowly moved my hips on his cock, feeling his length sliding along his folds. He felt heavenly but I needed more than just grinding. I wanted more. My knees shook as I did my best to keep it together.

Silenced moans came from his, his eyes tightly shut. I continued to slowly move myself on his length as my hands found themselves on his abdomen. I groaned, feeling his muscles contract under my palms. Even if he could, he kept himself from thrusting up into me.

I thought that I was going to lose it but I saw what I was waiting for. I lifted myself to hover over him again as I caught my breath. A pleased smile spread on my face when I saw the tears that were leaking from his eyes.

“There you go.” I moved closer to his face and kissed both corners of his eyes, tasting his salty tears. I could hear his labored breaths through his nose.

“Beautiful,” I whispered. “My good boy deserves a reward, doesn’t he?”

Lightly, Ilhoon nodded his head. After one last kiss on his forehead, I moved back to my previous position.

I held onto his length, positioning its head against my opening. Slowly, I sunk down on him. I could feel him stretch my walls more than usual, thanks to how engorged he was due to the cock ring.

“Fuck.” I couldn’t help but let it out as I continued to lower myself on him. He was thicker and longer than usual. Another curse left my lips once he was fully inside me. “You’re so big.”

I kept on contracting my walls around him, trying to get used to his penetration. I had to take in a few deep breaths to relax myself and my walls. Once I had caught my breath, I started to move: up and down then I would circle my hips against his.

My moans mixed with his muffled ones. The air around us was getting hotter and the smell of sex was heavy.

My gaze met his dark ones. Neither of us broke eye contact as I moved on him. As I pulled myself up, I let my walls tighten around him. I watched his eyes widen. Once his tip was almost out of my hole, I quickly pushed myself back down on him. That had him throwing his head back, eyes squeezed shut. Even I had difficulty in keeping my eyes on him.

“You feel so good.” I breathed out. “So, so good.”

I could only imagine how he was feeling—walls contracting around his length while a plug was pushed into his ass.

I felt his cock twitch as I continued to move. I hurried my pace, knowing that he was close. I could feel him pulsing inside me.

The coil inside me tightened, pushing me to work him faster. My walls hugged his length, his tip hitting spots inside me that was making me see stars. I was so close but I kept it in, wanting him to reach his orgasm first.

“Fuck.” I shuddered when he hit a certain spot inside me. It felt too good that I almost forgot that I wanted him to release before me. However, I kept on thirsting for that sweet, pleasurable feeling that I kept angling my movements to continuously hit that spot.

His name repeatedly slipped from my lips.

“Are you close?”

He nodded his head eagerly.

“Come,” I groaned, nearing my tipping point.

With one last twitch of his cock, I felt him spill himself into me. The feeling of his juices spurting inside my walls pushed me over the edge. I screamed out his name as I rode out my orgasm. The cheeky man helped me ride it out by thrusting in and out, even if it was at a slower pace than what we had done.

Shakily, I pulled myself off of him once our orgasms had subsided. I had to take a moment to catch my breath. I slipped the ring off of his flaccid length and carefully pulled out the plug. I felt a gush of wetness escape my nether lips when I felt his hole still sucking onto the toy. Once it was out, I set it aside before I straddled his chest.

His eyes were on me. They screamed how fucked out he was. It made my stomach flip.

My hands moved to the back of his head and made quick work to remove the lock that kept the gag on his mouth. Once it was off, I threw it at a random direction before moving to gently massage his jaw. I leaned down and peppered kisses all over his jawline and cheeks.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little,” he admitted. His voice was raspy and rough.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I liked it.” The way he spoke softly, as if not wanting to admit it, made me smile.

“Wait,” I told him, leaving a peck on his lips before I pushed myself off of him and the bed.

I grabbed the keys to the cuffs on the bedside table and unlocked the binds. I set those aside too while he sat up. He was rubbing at his wrists when I handed him a glass of water.

“Drink up. You need it.”

“Thank you.” He nodded and quickly downed the glass of water.

I took it back from him to place it back on the table.

Ilhoon moved a bit to the side a little slowly before patting the space beside him. Quickly, I moved and wrapped myself around him despite our sweaty bodies.

“We should get those padded cuffs next time.” I sighed, looking at his wrists that were bright red.

He chuckled, a small smirk on his lips. “If that’s what my lady wishes,” he mumbled before changing the topic. “Shower?”

I shuddered when he bit on the lobe of my ear. The air around us shifted as we both felt a change in the power play.

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gohyuck · 6 years ago

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ink - j.i.

ilhoon x reader

where you get tattooes

You’re being surreptitious without there being any reason to be.

Sighing, you press save on your half finished chords, checking the time - 2:44 am - before shutting your system down. You won’t get any more work done tonight, not while being this distracted.

It isn’t that big a deal, after all - it’s just a couple of strokes of ink filling the space on your right wrist. It’s a tribute to your hard work, too - the months of blood, sweat, and tears spent on the project condensed into one small wave. It’s simple and beautiful, and you don’t regret getting it. Hell - you’re proud of what your tattoo stands for.

March 8th, 2018. Big Wave - Jung Ilhoon’s solo debut. Produced by Ilhoon and by you. You’d briefly considered also getting 080318 etched into your skin instead but had decided against it, settling on just the elementary wave. Two tattoos dedicated to it - your first project as a producer for Cube - would be overkill. Besides, people could misconstrue Ilhoon’s solo debut date permanently being on your body as something more than the truth - that you’re just friends. Unfortunately. You don’t dwell on your wishful thinking.

It was a debut date for both of you, but he’s the one in the limelight. You’ve always been more of a behind-the-stage kind of person.

That’s tangential. You reprimand your own thoughts for strolling down forks in roads to meet more forks in roads, causing you to get farther and farther away from the predicament at hand.

That is - the predicament on your hand. You want Ilhoon to see your tattoo, but you don’t know how to show him it. You don’t know how he’ll react, and that scares you shitless for reasons beyond yourself. God knows that you’ve had countless opportunities to just let your sleeves ride up, to lean across from him and ‘accidentally’ flash your latest ink. You just can’t bring yourself to do so.

It’s why, for the past three weeks, you’ve been wearing sweatshirts and long sleeved shirts places.

It’s August.

As you chastise yourself for being such a goddamn weenie a knock on your apartment door startles you. You hurry to tug on the nearest hoodie - in not being able to let Ilhoon know about it, you haven’t told anyone else either.

“I’m home! Just give me a sec.”

A familiar laugh meets your ears in response, followed by a familiar face as you swing open the door. Ilhoon grins, ruffling your hair quickly as he shucks his shoes off at your front door.

“What’s up?”

Ilhoon doesn’t chance coming over to your apartment unless he’s got pressing information that you need to know - he doesn’t want to accidentally out where you live to anyone. It’s why, in fact, he’s standing in your apartment at 3 in the morning rather than 3 in the afternoon.

He smiles as he settles down on your couch, patting the seat next to him in a silent ask for you to join him. The moment you get within arm’s reach, he shifts closer to the end of the couch to make room. When you sit down on the opposite end, sitting farther from him than you mean to, he swings his feet onto your lap - that’s the extent of his skinship. It’s honestly a lot for him, actually.

Leave it to Ilhoon to be more comfortable in your own home than you are.

“Well?”

You don’t sound short with him, but he wouldn’t consider you patient, either. It’s ass o’clock in the morning, after all, and you have to sleep sometime.

“I have something to show you.”

“It couldn’t have waited?”

“Have I ever waited?”

You fight a smile at this, rolling your eyes instead to show your - faked - displeasure instead. Ilhoon reads you perfectly and shoots you another grin, barely softer than the first one. He shuffles to sit straight, leaning towards you.

“Look at this,” His eyes gleam with excitement as he shakes his sleeve away from his hand. Before you can furrow your brows, he jabs his index finger in the space between you at the speed of light, forcing you to grab his hand to save yourself.

There’s a black line on the side of his finger that wasn’t there before.

You let out a breath of disbelief.

“You got a tattoo?”

“I have, like, five, but yeah. I got a tattoo.” His smile is still bright, but the corners are slipping slightly. “Why? You don’t like it?”

“No I - I just,” You stare at the simple wave on his finger for a second more, trying to pull your thoughts together. “I-”

“...You?”

You blink twice before realizing that the words just won’t come out. You’re forced, rather, to pull your right sleeve off, baring your own ink to Ilhoon, who, really, may as well be the world to you. It’s the end, you think, mind flashing forward to mobs of fans possibly realizing that you have the same tattoo. They wouldn’t buy an explanation of how none of this was planned, and even though BTOB and Ilhoon’s fans have never even neared being rude or territorial, the idea still scares you. You don’t want to impact his career negatively, and you don’t want to lose yours, either.

Ilhoon’s eyes widen as his smile drops completely to be replaced by an expression of shock. He grabs your wrist, albeit gently, to bring it closer to him.

It’s really over, now.

“They’re almost fucking identical, holy shit.”

“Yeah, fuck. If I’d have known I wouldn’t have -”

“This is fucking awesome - wait, what?”

“What?” Looking into Ilhoon’s eyes, you realize you’ve completely misread his expression. He doesn’t seem fearful, but he does look… excited?

“I mean… what if fans think that we’re dating?”

One corner of his mouth turns up. “My fans haven’t been wrong before - ow!”

“You’re the worst.” Nevertheless, your smile has started to return. “I’m being serious!”

“So am I!” Ilhoon brings his feet off of you, moving slightly closer to you. He grabs both of your wrists and tugs lightly, forcing you to keep your gaze on him. “This is proof as any that we should do… something. I’ve meant to ask for-fucking-ever and honestly, I think that this is the sign I’ve been waiting for. What do you say?”

You relax, letting the tension out of your shoulders with a long sigh. “What about the company?”

“Fuck the company.” Ilhoon’s gaze is gentler than usual even when paired by his harder words. You’re already getting used to it.

After what feels like seconds to you and eons to him, you nod, grabbing onto his wrists as well. He laughs, and you laugh, and within moments you’re both happier than ever in each others arms.

Eventually you both subside, and Ilhoon examines your wrist again as you trace over his newest tattoo. He stares at it for forever, even after you’ve stopped in your ministrations.

“You know,” Ilhoon begins thoughtfully. “We got a couple tattoo before being a couple.”

You don’t respond.

It’s 3:45 am., and you’re dead asleep.

Ilhoon smiles again, the kind he’s had reserved for you since he’d met you.

He leans in to whisper to you, even if he knows you won’t hear him.

“I’m glad I didn’t wait until the morning.”

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baby-iloveyou · 3 years ago

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Whiskey

pairing: Lee Minhyuk from BTOB x gn!reader genre: smut warnings: dom!minhyuk, slight brat!reader, little bit of degradation, oral (minhyuk receiving), public sex (bathroom of some bar), drinking alcohol, swearing, reader tries to get laid and succeeds (surprise) summary: You've been single for a while and were looking for a casual hookup. And let there be one guy who wants to order whiskey for you. word count: 2.9k writer notes: yes the song whiskey from the new BTOB album Be Together inspired me to write this. and i do not regret a single thing. also please give the album a listen!! whether it's just whiskey or the entire album, please love and support BTOB as a full group again <3

Okay, you were trying to get laid tonight. It’s true. But you didn’t expect it to be with this incredibly hot, brown-haired, fit guy after only a few hours. It all started with that glass of whiskey.

“Do you want it on the rocks?” You knew nearly nothing about whiskey, but you heard that ‘on the rocks’ before, knowing it was ice cubes in your whiskey. You nodded and the man in front of you passed on your order to the bartender, who was standing behind the bar. The music was penetrating your ears, you could feel the loud bass vibrate in every part of your body, even while sitting on one of the bar chairs. People were having the night of their lives, bodies practically on each other while dancing. The dark room was lit with some bright coloured lights. The man stepped forward to you and casually leaned on the side of the bar.

“Do you come here often?” He asked while you waited for your drinks to be served. His stare made you slightly nervous, the way he was paying attention to your every detail. It made you extra aware of all your movements and words. “Not really, honestly. I’ve just been single for a bit and some of my friends recommended this place. So here I am.” The man in front of you smirked. “Well, it’s a good place. That was a good recommendation from your friends. Wouldn’t have met you,” he said, shortly raising his hand to point at you, “tonight otherwise.”

It’s that the room was so dimly lit, otherwise he would’ve been able to see your flushed cheeks, blushing at the words he had just said. You recollected your thoughts and replied: “Well, I’m glad they pointed me here too. Otherwise I wouldn’t have met you either.” You grinned, hoping he would do the same. And he did. And his grin was even sexier than you expected. The way his eyes rolled towards the crowd of people, the way the grin slowly appeared on his face, the way his tongue was poking the inside of his cheek, the way he dragged his hand through his brown hair. It was mesmerising.

“So any particular reason as to why you’re here? I mean, you said you’ve been single for a while. I'm guessing that might be related?” He was completely right. And it was frustratingly hot. Because he knew he was right. And the confidence he radiated was so annoyingly attractive. “I guess you read me like an open book, even with this shitty light, huh?” He laughed, his eyes quickly darting to the bartender for a moment, checking up on your drink. “It’s pretty obvious if you mention you’re single when you tell me about coming here for the first time.” You recall the fact that you, indeed, did say that. Might’ve made it very clear what your intentions were from the start. “Alright, you guessed it. But I see you’re not against any of it?” You raised your eyebrow at him.

“If it is what I think it is, I’m even pro all of that.”

You could feel the burning feeling in between your legs already. The bartender came back with “two whiskeys on the rocks for mister Lee Minhyuk, here you go.” You grabbed yours from the bar, and so did Minhyuk. “Cheers?” He raised his glass toward you, waiting for you to clink your glass with his. You clinked the glasses and took a sip. The alcohol burned your throat, but the ice made it slightly better. “That’s actually really good. Thanks Minhyuk.” “Not fair, you know my name now. It’s only fair I get to know yours now as well, pretty stranger.”

How come every single word he uttered sent shivers down your spine?

“Fair is fair. I’m Y/N. Pleasure to meet you.” You reached out your hand, waiting for him to shake it. He snickered at your sudden formality but did act along, grabbing your hand and giving it a good shake. “Pleasure to meet you too, Y/N.” You only noticed now how big his hands were. Oh, if only those hands were on other parts of your body right now… “What are you thinking of? You seem very interested in the floor, Y/N.” The way he called you out. The way he said your name. It was starting to make you feel desperate. You took another sip of your whiskey.

“Should I be very honest with you, Minhyuk? Do you want to know what I’m thinking of?” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued to hear what you had to say. “Tell me. What are your honest thoughts right now?” He scooted over a little bit more, now making eye contact, his eyes staying in place for the entire time you stayed silent. “I’m thinking of you right now, Minhyuk.” You kept repeating his name, hoping it drove him as crazy as how much him calling you by your name affected you. He remained confident, his eyes still fixated on your pupils. “Tell me more. And more details please, Y/N.” He caught on, you thought. He’s also noticed that saying your name after a sentence is something you love.

“Just to be sure, are you really sure you want me to spill the truth?” You asked him, so you wouldn’t make him feel uncomfortable. “100%. Tell me love. What is it about me that is occupying your thoughts right now?” Love. The petname slightly caught you off-guard, but you had to keep on an intimidating face. “Alright, if you say so.”

“I want you to lead me to the bathroom stalls and absolutely destroy me.”

“That’s more like it, but I asked for details Y/N. Where are they?” You continued telling the brown haired guy, whom you had met only 2 hours ago, your current fantasies. “I need to kiss those pretty lips of yours, and kiss your veiny neck, while you undress me and I undress you. Then you kiss my neck in return, leaving some hickeys where everyone can see them, while I take off your trousers and boxers. I’ll go down on my knees and let your dick make my throat burn even more than that whiskey did. How’s that?” You could see the smirk forming on his face. He was into it, all of what you just said. “I have a proposal as well, since you deserve some pleasure as well: I fuck you in a bathroom stall?” You weren’t pleased with his proposal. “Give me details, Minhyuk. If you got details, then I want details too.”

Another whiskey later and you thought now was the right time to drag your hookup to the bathroom stalls. You could hear another couple making out and huffing, so clearly it would be fine for you and Minhyuk to do the same. The moment you were in the bathroom, Minhyuk used his strength to push you against the wall of a stall, placing his hands next to your head on either side and kissed you. Your hands clung onto the collar of Minhyuk’s blouse, of which 3 buttons had already been undone. Fashion, he called it. He most likely just wanted to show off his god-like body. And it worked, cause here you were, making out with this stranger.

Your hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt, while your lips drifted to his neck as you explained to him in great detail a little bit earlier. Minhyuk threw his head to the side, exposing his neck to you. He sighed from your hot lips sucking on his neck and your cold hands undoing his shirt. The loud music was still audible from the bathroom stalls, although more muffled. And soon those sounds would probably drown in your moans, whimpers, sighs, skin-on-skin sounds. But right now you had to focus on unbuttoning the little buttons. One by one, they came loose. Minhyuk was working on undressing you too, although he was enjoying a bit too much right now to actually take off your garments.

When you unbuttoned his last button, you separated yourself from his neck to enjoy the view. Fuck. It was better than you expected. His abs were incredible, as if it was a bar of chocolate. And his v-line was so prominent. Not only that, but you started to see the boner he got through his dress pants. “Those pants really do not help you much, do they?” You looked up at him, smirking after seeing the huge bulge. “The pants might not help me, but your mouth most definitely will.” He growled, finally showing how incredibly needy he was. It turned you on even more, to see him give in to his horniness. You undid his pants, pulling them down as you went down on your knees too. You put the dress pants underneath your knees, so they wouldn’t be terribly bruised by the next morning. “Ready?” You asked him while looking up.

“Fucking suck my dick already.”

The order startled you and sent more tingles towards your lower area. You slowly kissed the tip, kitten licking the precum off. Minhyuk whimpered. “Don’t tease, Y/N. we don’t want to get punished later, do we?” Your eyes fluttered up towards Minhyuk, who cursed under his breath. “God, seeing you like this just tempts me even more to absolutely destroy you later.” You hummed while taking in a bit more of his member, your tongue still swirling around the tip of his penis.

Minhyuk couldn’t stay still. He grabbed the back of your head, clenching your hair, and started thrusting into your mouth. You moaned around his length, making him sigh from pleasure too, throwing his head back. Your hands rested on his thick thighs, squeezing into them from time to time. Your saliva was spilling out of your mouth, his dick covered with your spit, going in and out your mouth with a ravaging pace. “I need you to swallow for me, Y/N. I’m gonna cum soon.” You hummed again in response, tears forming in your eyes from how much of his length he was shoving up your throat.

He was going even quicker than before now, desperately chasing his high. “Shit Y/N, it’s coming!” He shouted, as his seed filled your mouth in irregular spurts. You opened your mouth to show the cum, swallowed it and then opened your mouth again to show all of it was now down your throat. “Good job, Y/N. I guess it’s time for your treat.” He helped you back up on your feet and continued undressing you, until all that was left was your underwear.

“I completely forgot to give you some hickeys earlier. We still need to complete that step of your masterplan.” He said before latching onto your skin. The skin right at the collarbone was a perfect place to still play it off and hide it with some tighter, dark-coloured shirt. But he didn’t stop there. Once Minhyuk had placed a few hickeys there, he moved up, closer to your neck, where you would not be able to hide it with anything other than a turtleneck sweater. And it was almost summer. Anyone with a bit of a dirty mind would know the reason for you wearing a sweater in summer.

Minhyuk stepped back to appreciate his artwork. Your neck and collarbone areas were filled with dark-purple bruises. “One of my finer masterpieces, if I do say so myself.” But who am I to judge? The client needs to be pleased with it as well. Please face the mirror, Y/N. What do you think?” You turned to look into the mirror, seeing your dishevelled hair from Minhyuk grabbing it while you were sucking him off, seeing your red cheeks from all the blood that was flowing through your body and cheeks, and the strip of skin that was completely littered with the hickeys Minhyuk had just left. It was a slightly embarrassing sight. But in the moment, it turned you on so much.

Minhyuk slowly took off your underwear. You both were now fully naked in a public bathroom stall, but you were more concerned with how hard Minhyuk would fuck you. You wanted to face Minhyuk, but as you were turning your head, he pushed it back so your eyes were glued to the mirror. “I told you there’d be a punishment earlier, didn’t I? Keep your eyes open. Any closing of those lids and I’ll cease my movement. Understood?” You nodded. You could see him rolling a condom over his length that he grabbed from some back pocket of his dress pants, throwing the packet on the floor to clean up later. “Hands against the sink, I need you to be stable while you can still look into the mirror.” You didn’t want to disobey him even more, so you quickly flung yourself towards the sink, grabbing the cold stone with all your might to steady yourself.

Even though he wasn’t doing what he was planning on doing like he told you earlier, you did not mind. The way he handled you was incredibly hot. It nearly made you drip from the excitement. Your ass was sticking out, and you could feel Minhyuk’s warm hand tracing one of your cheeks before landing a slap. “Ow! That hurt.” You could see the darkness in his eyes via the mirror. “I told you that there’d be consequences to the teasing. Now keep your eyes open, love.” He said, before inserting himself into you. As hard as you tried to keep your eyes open, you couldn’t help closing them for just a few seconds.

Minhyuk is a man of his word, and when he said he’d cease his movement if you’d close your eyes, he didn’t lie. His dick was halfway into you, but the moment he saw your eyes close, he stopped. He just stood there, waiting for your eyes to open again or for you to let out some whine to ask as to why he didn’t fully insert himself. Your eyelids uncovered your pupils, finding Minhyuk’s face in the mirror, a look of disapproval. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not even in you yet and you already can’t listen to orders.” “I promise it won’t happen again. Please, fuck me…” You were desperate. You needed him right this moment. “You better promise. Or else this won’t be a fun night for you.”

You used all your power and might to keep your eyes open. Minhyuk continued inserting his length into you, resulting in an elongated moan from both you and Minhyuk. “Ready?” He asked you, to which you nodded. You could tell he was incredibly horny, as he picked up speed right off the bat. He was going quick, and was determined to let you cum (as well as cum once more himself). His right hand was holding you steady, while his left hand played with the other parts of your lower area. The extra tingles you were getting felt incredible. You never wanted this moment to end. The knot in your lower stomach was tightening, and you could not describe the euphoria you were in right now, even if you tried.

“Fuck… I’m almost gonna cum Minhyuk!” you yelled, incredibly close to your max. And then it happened again. You closed your eyes by accident. Minhyuk caught your eyes shutting and pretty much stopped in his tracks. He wasn’t thrusting into you anymore, his hand wasn’t toying anymore. Only his right hand was still holding you up, since he didn’t want you to injure yourself by falling over. “I thought you promised me something.” The lust in his eyes darkened his eyes even more, as well as the intimidating look he was giving you. “Fuck… fuck, please… Minhyuk, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help myself… I… Please let me cum, I will do anything for you…” Your whimpers and whines were embarrassing. It was embarrassing how much you needed to finish, but especially since you were so close right before he ceased his movements.

“Anything, huh?” Minhyuk turned his head in curiosity. “Tell me more, give me the details.” “I don’t know, but anything you want at some point in the future, be it tonight or another day. Please just let me cum… Please… I need you so badly…” Minhyuk looked at you and your form, your fucked out face, the words you uttered, begging him to fuck you hard one last time to let you cum. “Alright, deal.” And even before you could look up at him via the mirror, he was already going in and out of you at a high pace. It caught you off-guard so much, the knot instantly coming back. You had to gasp for air, your eyes now fixated on the scene that was happening.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” Minhyuk said as a growl, his voice lower than you had ever heard. This is what pushed you over the edge. Your climax was accompanied with a loud moan, followed by Minhyuk’s moan. You could feel his warm load filling the condom in you, before he pulled out. You both huffed from the intense sex you had just had in some bathroom in this random bar. But it was totally worth it. Minhyuk grabbed some paper towels to clean you two up, and grabbed your clothes from the floor. After a minute or two, Minhyuk decided to break the silence.

“I guess I’ll have to see you again sometime so you can do that ‘anything I wanted’ thing at some point. Can I get your number?”

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multifandom-hoes · 7 years ago

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First Time With Them: BTOB ILHOON

/ ChangSub // IlHoon // HyunSik // MinHyuk /

/ ASTRO // B.A.P // BTS // EXO // GOT7 // KActor // KHH // PENTAGON // SF9 // WINNER // SEVENTEEN // NCT /

Keeps the situation afloat by being aloof;

Even if he was a nervous wreck;

Because of you;

Because to him you were special;

The one;

And therefore, he intended to make everything special;

E v e r y t h i n g;

He planned where to bring you;

What you two would dine;

Drink;

Where you would go next;

How to enchant you into oblivion;

Make you feel like you were the center of the world;

Because to him you were;

And when you two reached his apartment, you weren’t nervous;

Or awkward, at that;

You were just you, because he gave you that confidence on your date just before;

And so he watch you undress before him as you made him sit down on a chair;

And slowly, ever so slowly, he felt his plan slip from his grasp;

It was supposed to be him undressing you;

In the bedroom at that;

And here you two were, in the living room before a window that overlooked the bustling night city from nearly twenty floors above;

He saw your dress sliding to the floor and had to cross his legs to hide the obvious mark of his arousal;

But you were there, standing in front of him;

Circling him;

It was you, not him;

At the recognition, something snapped in him, and he was on his feet;

You pressed to that window with only your hands holding you steady;

He dropped to his knees, puckering your hips the way that was more comfortable to him;

And he leaned down, between your legs, his tongue taking advantage of your position;

The moans that slipped from you were earth-shattering;

So pleasant to the ear that IlHoon never wanted to stop;

He was glad that the night was still young.

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midnightkpoptrash-blog · 7 years ago

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The secret pt. 2

Here’s the next part of my attempt. I hope you’re going to like it.

Thanks!

Pairing: Ilhoon x Y/N (ft. Eunkwang - other members may appear)

You tried to ignore the looks in his eyes and you decided to turn your back to him. You were obviously annoyed with the waiting. At moment, when you were about to take out your phone and call Eunkwang – he showed up before your eyes.

“Finally, you know that I don’t have much time. I need to get back to…” you started your own monologue, but he jumped right in.

“Y/N, not here. No one can hear. Let’s talk in private“ and with that you stand up from the chair and followed him. You already forgot about Ilhoon and his curious look, until…

“Hyung!” you heard him behind you.

The look in Eunkwang’s eyes were unreadable, however at the moment he looked at you, you knew that he’s terrified. He was afraid that his members going to hate him. He said it himself, the night before. Eunkwang wasn’t sure how to tell them the truth, so he tried to earn both of you some time. But it looked like that plan is not going to work out.

“Ilhoonie, what’s up?“ Eunkwang tried to maintain his composure. His manager tried to get you in a room, while your brother tried to catch Ilhoon’s attention. He failed.

“Hyung, why are you here with her? Is she really your girlfriend? Hyung…why didn’t you tell us?“ he pushed him with his words. Tried to get some answer out of him. As soon as the first question left his mouth, you and your brothers manager froze on the spot. It was obvious, that you couldn’t get out of this without some kind of an explanation. Ilhoon was determined, it was for sure.

“Argh, fine. Ilhoon, come with us, please,“ said your brother. And you immediately knew what he was thinking. The only way was to tell him the truth.

You spend an hour in that room. You, your brother, Ilhoon and the managers of the company. It was hard for Ilhoon to accept that his own member didn’t tell him, that he has a sister. But after you explained everything to him, he understood. You told him everything. You explained why he didn’t hear about you all this years, why didn’t you come to Seoul and why did you meet with Eunkwang. You wasn’t sure about this at all. You started to be affraid about the whole situation - someone new knowing your secret. And if that wasn’t enough, at the end of the meeting they suggested for you to move in with Eunkwang. But the catch was, that not just with him - with the whole group. You didn’t know if you’re ready to make that step. It wasn’t just about you, it could affect the whole group, the company and every single fan. You were more confused than ever.

After one long sleepless night you decided that it was the best to solve the situation without more rumors around your being. It was obvious, that it’s going to be hard, but you were willing to do anything, try everything. You weren’t worried just about yourself, of course.

You called Eunkwang, if you can meet up. And that’s why you were now in this coffee shop seated in the darkest corner, anxiously waiting. But it wasn’t your brother who made his entrance. It was Ilhoon, to much of your surprise.

“Hi, Y/N,” he said with his low voice. “I’m sorry, that it’s me and not hyung, but he couldn’t make it. He has a last-minute schedule.”

“No, it’s fine,” you answered. “You know about all of this anyway, so it’s fine.”

“Then tell me, what’s the issue?” Ilhoon asked while he leaned closer to you. You wasn’t sure of your feelings about this, though.

“I’ve decided that I’m going to move in with you all. It’s the best for everyone. There’s no other choice. And honestly, I’m willing to try anything.”

The look in his eyes was unreadable. At least you weren’t sure that if it’s pity or something else.

“Y/N,” he said your name after a while. “Are you 100% sure about this? You need to be. Isn’t it going to be hard for you? On you? Can you really manage it?”

“I need to, Ilhoon. There’s no other way.”

You stayed there talking about changes you and them need to do until your phone started to ring.

“I’m sorry, I need to go… it’s…you know.” And with that you stormed out and left Ilhoon looking after you deep in his thoughts.

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hallyuscenarios · 8 years ago

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Ilhoon + blowjobs

Giving: I think Ilhoon would be quite good at giving head. He would be a tease at first, slowly stroking you with his hand, then letting go, licking from the bottom to the tip, then pulling back. He would continue his game for a while until you took action and pushed his head where you wanted it. He would love to not give you what you wanted but he would also wish for you to get him to do that, not holding back with your roughness. Ilhoon would be surprinsingly good at deepthroating, so that would definitely be a plus. It would be a great experience.

Receiving: Ilhoon would be sitting at the edge of the bed, you inbetween his legs. His eyes would be closed and his head thrown back, one hand tangled in your hair/ on your head, the other hand grabbing the sheets next to him. He would softly move his hips, but it would be barely noticable as he would be very slow and gentle. At first, he would be quite quiet but would gradually get louder and louder. He’d be the type to whimper and to moan, but he would try to keep it down. He would be biting down on his bottom lip as he enjoyed the pleasure you were giving him.

#btob #ilhoon #btob scenarios #btob smut #ilhoon scenario #ilhoon smut

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bts-parktaehyung · 8 years ago

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Mile High Club

Pairing: Jung Ilhoon X Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1464

You were on your way home with your boyfriend, Ilhoon, so he could meet your parents. You had moved to South Korea about 3 years ago and started dating Jung Ilhoon about a year and a half ago. It was decided by everyone (your parents) that it was time for him to meet your parents as you had already met his and they loved you.

On the plane ride home, the two of you rode first class as to not draw any unwanted attention from Ilhoon's fans. The both of you were used to flying by now and had it down to a science. Ilhoon pulled out both of your travel pillows, handing yours to you and shoving his behind his head. He leaned over and pecked you on the lips before leaning back into his seat as you both took a nap.

About an hour later, you woke up to find Ilhoon awake and on his laptop. You sat up and stretched, lying your head on his shoulder. "Hey, jagi. Did you have a good nap?" He asked, kissing the top of your head. You nodded, not ready to talk after your long slumber. Ilhoon laughed, closing his laptop and putting it away. "Are you excited to see your parents?" He wrapped an arm around you as you nodded again in response. "Mm good. I'm excited to meet them." He admitted, taking his arm back, making you to whine. "It was hurting my arm, sweetheart." He laughed, kissing your cheek.

"Sorry, oppa." You smiled sweetly, turning to look out the window. "Are you excited to see my old room?" You asked, turning back to look at him.

He smirked, "will we be staying in your old room?" You laughed, nodding your head and narrowing your eyes at him.

"Why?" You asked, suspicious of what he was getting at.

"Oh, cool," he said slowly and sliding his hand onto your bare knee.

"Ilhoon!" You whispered, raising your eyebrows at him. He laughed, leaning in and kissing your neck.

"What?" He asked between kisses, acting completing innocent. You giggled as his face was buried in your neck and his hand slid between your legs. You didn't know if you should stop him before his hand disappeared under your skirt, or not.

You decided against it, hoping a flight attendant or another passenger wouldn't walk by and see. "Are you gonna be good girl for oppa, baby?" He whispered, gently biting your ear. Your breath hitched as his hand slid further up the inside of your leg. You took in a deep breath and made more room for his hand by parting your legs. "Good girl, jagi." He gently kissed your neck, sliding his hand all the way up to your panties.

Your routine for plane travel with Ilhoon didn't include this kind of PDA and this change of plans excited you. "Ilhoon..." You breathed, closing your eyes as his fingers teased you over the thin fabric of your underwear. He smirked, brushing hair out of your face with his free hand. You opened your eyes, smiling at him before he kissed you sweetly, cancelling out the dirty things he was doing to you under your skirt.

When he pulled away and you opened your eyes, you saw the top of a flight attendant's head coming your way over the seats in front of you. "Shit." You mumbled, pushing Ilhoon's hand away and straightening yourself out. Ilhoon whined in protest before the attendant greeted the two of you, making him jump. He quickly leaning back into his own seat as you watched his whole face turn a bright shade of red.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you." She laughed softly, apologizing. You shook your head at her.

"No, you're fine. He's just jumpy." You smiled, leaning over him and whispering, "he's going to meet my parents." She nodded her head with smile.

"Ah, I see. Well good luck!" She said politely before walking away.

"I am not nervous!" He said, turning his attention back to you. You giggled at your embarrassed boyfriend while he scolded you. When, suddenly, his expression changed and he bit his lip. He took your hand as he stood up, pulling you up with him.

"Ilhoon, what are you doing?" You asked, completely lost. He winked at you before dragging you back to the bathroom. He stopped in front of the door, as you gave him a 'you've got to be kidding me' look. He opened the door and pulled you into the tiny room, shutting the door behind you. "Ilhoon, this is a bad idea," you whispered.

"Come on, jagi. Please. It's something new and you have to do something about this." His voice was low and suggestive as he pushed your hand against his erection.

You bit your lip in thought as he stared at you, hoping you'd agree. Finally, you gave in and Ilhoon smiled so big you could see all his perfect white teeth. When he kissed you, it started off sweet and ended passionate as he picked you up to sit you on the counter behind you. You felt his hands slide up your thighs and grab your panties, pulling them down your smooth legs. After ridding you of your panties, he started undoing his belt and pants, smiling at you.

Once he was done fumbling with his pants, he pulled you to the edge of the counter. You bit your lip, equally nervous and excited. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him slowly. You felt his member between your legs, making your heart beat faster. If anyone knocked on the door, you had no idea what was going to happen. He pushed himself into you, erasing all nervousness and replacing it with pleasure as he slowly pumped himself into you. You pulled away from the kiss, burying your face in his neck.

"Jagi," he whispered, biting your ear. "You feel so good." He groaned quietly. Placing your hands on the edge of the counter, your head dropped back as you let out a sigh. He smirked, staring up at you; eyes closed, biting your lip, hair tousled a little.

You sat up straight, unbuttoning your blouse. You watched Ilhoon bite his lip as he stared at your hands work the buttons. Once you finished, he kissed your cleavage before licking and biting. His thrusts got harder and faster, bringing you more pleasure. It was getting harder to stay quiet as he sucked bruises into your chest, gripping your ass as he fucked you senseless. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the counter for dear life, feeling your orgasm approach.

Suddenly, Ilhoon quickly pulled out, pulling you off the counter and turning you around. You bent over, bracing your hands on the mirror and watching the steam collect on the mirror from your sweaty hands. He slowly went back in, teasing you with little thrusts. The new angle had your knees weak as he began pounding into you. Seconds later, you felt him throb inside of you as he squeezed your hips tightly, definitely leaving bruises.

Before you could stand up to straighten yourself out, Ilhoon's hand was between your legs. You gasped as his thumb rubbed circles into you, guiding you to your release. "Ilhoon." You moaned quietly. He smirked behind you as your legs gave out and he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you up. Your mouth dropped open as the pleasure coursed through you.

"Are you okay, jagi?" He asked, holding you up with his arm still around you as you turned around.

"Perfect." You smiled, pecking his lips. "Now let's get out of here." You added, looking for your underwear as you buttoned your shirt. Ilhoon rinsed his hand off and did up his pants before opening the door, pushing you through it before you could find your panties. "Ilhoon," you whispered as he lead you down the aisle of seats, "I don't have my undies on." He smirked as you both sat in your seats.

"I have them." He smiled, looking over at your flustered expression. Your face got hot as you stared back at him. "You won't be needing them." He winked.

"Ilhoon!" You whispered, smacking his chest. He laughed, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers through yours.

"How do you like being part of the mile high club, baby?" He asked, kissing your hand. You glared at him before smiling, not being able to keep a straight face.

"I'm thinking we might have to renew our membership on the way home." You replied, leaving him shocked as you turned to look out the window. So far, the trip was off to a great start and you couldn't wait for the rest of it.

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chogiwakeupsheeple · 6 years ago

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BtoB’s Ilhoon; One Picture, A Thousand Words

Genre: Smut Pairing: Ilhoon x Male reader Words: 548

A picture says a thousand words, or so the saying goes. In this case, you would’ve preferred if Ilhoon had simply used his words.

AN: oh so you thought this would be fluffy based on the gif and title? hah, bamboozled again

Falling in love means doing stuff like going on spontaneous dates, endless flirting and staying up all night texting while feeling the butterflies in your stomach caused by a simple heart emoji. However, having been in love for a long time mostly consists of staying in, ordering takeout and watching bad rom-coms in your onesies; now that's what you and Ilhoon called a proper date.

The takeout had already been devoured but none of you intended to clean it, instead you left the boxes on the table as you continued watching whatever movie was playing. Or rather, you were watching and making stupid and, if you do say so yourself, hilarious comments along the way while Ilhoon was on his phone, scrolling through various social media. As the lead actress confessed her love to some other hot Hollywood actor, you couldn’t help but look over at Ilhoon and feel your heart fill with love. Being lazy with your boyfriend dressed in his silly onesie was the best date you could ever imagine - even if he fell asleep during the movie a couple of times.

The second movie of the night ended with the same cliché lovey-dovey ending as the previous one had, and you were just about to put on movie number three when your phone buzzed on the table. You weren’t initially going to check it, thinking it wasn’t anything important but then you noticed Ilhoon staring at your phone, then at you, then back to phone like he was mentally telling you to check. ‘‘What have you done now?’‘ you asked with a sigh and you could tell he was trying hard to act innocent. ‘‘Absolutely nothing’‘ he answered while failing to hide a smirk. You hesitantly grabbed your phoned and, sure enough, there was one message from Ilhoon with a picture attached.

‘‘Ilhoon?’‘

‘‘Yes, my prince?’‘ he answered with an even bigger smirk.

‘‘Did you... Did you just send me a dick pic?’‘

You had no idea why you were so surprised; you had seen his dick hundreds of times before on many occasions but getting a picture was new. Ilhoon simply laughed in response and scooted closer to look at your screen. ‘‘Looks good, doesn’t it?’‘ he asked, but you weren’t sure if he meant the picture or the penis; probably both. ‘‘When did you even take this?’‘ you asked, avoiding his question.

‘‘An hour ago in the bathroom’‘ he answered as he began rubbing your thigh softly, obviously trying to start something. ‘‘Babe, if you were in the mood you could’ve sent this an hour ago or, you know, simply have told me’‘ you remarked. ‘‘I know,’‘ he answered as he sneaked his hand closer to your crotch, ‘‘but where’s the fun in that?’‘ You couldn’t help but laugh at his silly attempt to woo you, but you had to admit that it was kinda hot having a picture you could now look at whenever you needed to. ‘‘Well,’‘ you began with a smirk, ‘‘I’d send you a picture in return but why would I do that when I could just show you the real deal.’‘ You caught Ilhoon swallowing hard at your remark, his eyes glued to your crotch while discreetly grinding down on the couch to get some much-needed friction.

AN: aaaaa I’m so sorry for just ending it there but I truly couldn’t finish it. I didn’t just want to just ditch it completely tho, so if someone likes this prompt and is interested in finishing it, then please do so! ❤️

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killingmebtob · 6 years ago

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[[☾]] Goodbye, Stranger // Jung Ilhoon

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen & Fiq

Title: Goodbye, Stranger

Characters: Jung Ilhoon

Summary: He had always wanted to see her in a wedding dress. But never in his life would he have thought that he’d see her in one without him by her side

Author’s note: Basically it’s to fit the prompt of the month: wedding! Got a little wild while planning this but damn this was exciting eeps. Exciting and a little stressful hehe~

Warning: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Swearing, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex

I swirled the glass of cognac in my hand before taking a sip from it. The liquor burned my throat while I scrunched my nose at the smell. Even though I appreciated the taste, the smell was something I would never get used to. I stared at the amber liquid while trying my best to forget the memories that came with it. Now was not the time nor the place for flashbacks. As I placed the glass back on the countertop, I glanced around and felt weirdly reassured that I was the only one in the hotel bar. At least no one would be here if I cry, I thought wryly.

I slouched slightly forward over the counter as I placed my head on my palm. The bartender was pretty handsome for a young man. He had shaggy blonde hair that ended at the nape of his neck and his five o’clock shadow accentuated his roguish look. He wore his uniform neat; a white collared shirt that was rolled up to his elbow that revealed his tattoos, and a black crisp vest over it. His eyes were dark and mischievous as he flirted shamelessly with me. But one look at my hand and he stepped away. In fact, he was standing far away while pointedly ignoring me. Shame, he would have been a good distraction from my thoughts.

I did not know how I found my way to the hotel bar at midnight. Even though I did not always drink, tonight found me nursing my pre-wedding jitters over a few glasses of cognac. I lifted my right hand up, the single diamond ring reflected the bar’s minimal lighting. It glinted brightly; a symbol of my impending future and the end of my freedom. It was my reminder of what was to come tomorrow. Most importantly, it was my reminder of promises and new beginnings while it closed the door to my past. I sighed and reached out for my cognac. Just for tonight then, let me indulge in my own nostalgia.

I fingered the cloth of my black dress as I acknowledged the implications of this outfit; a simple halter neck floor-length black dress. It was held up by a clasp at the neck, revealing my whole back while a short zipper started from my hip downwards. It did not hide much and that was the intention when we bought the dress. I smirked sadly as memories of him invaded my thoughts. I did not know nor understand why I brought the dress over to the hotel, just that I had to wear it one last time. Before I gave myself fully to my fiancé. Nostalgia also found me using his cologne as the faint smell of Valentino Uomo emitted from me. Somewhere along the way, even I became confused with what I was trying to remember. He belonged in the past, a past that would never happen. So why was I doing my damndest to remember him, to remember an us that no longer existed?

All of a sudden, a whiff of male cologne wafted next to me, indicating that someone had joined me by the bar. I frowned, identifying the smell instantly. In fact, it was the exact same one that I was using. I shifted in my chair as the new patron took the seat next to me.

“A glass of cognac please, same as the lady.”

A husky voice filled the silence that had surrounded me. My body stiffened as I recognised that voice immediately. In fact, I had constantly woken up from my nightmares to this very voice. I glanced up in shock and at once, our eyes met. Even after three years, I was still familiar with the expressions that flitted across his face as he studied me from head to toe. His stare burned into mine and I gasped inwardly when I distinguished the familiar look of longing, pain, and passion in them. Emotions that I was sure were reflected in mine as well. Everything about him triggered our memories and feelings that I had kept hidden all this time. He blinked once, an act that allowed him to reign his emotions in before he nodded cordially at me.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Jung Ilhoon greeted, a hint of a painful smile ghosting his lips.

~*~

“You always turn to alcohol when you’re nervous about something,” he remarked as he appeared to recall our past drinking sessions.

I smiled weakly at the comment. To avoid responding, I took a small gulp of my liquor, appreciating that it no longer stung as much. It was my fourth glass and truth to be told, I was slightly tipsy. It did not help that Ilhoon was drinking with me; in fact, his presence actually made me drink much more than I had intended. It was painfully awkward at first when we realised that we finally met each other after three years. However, alcohol and some light bantering allowed us to settle into the sense of familiarity that had always been between us. Even though we were catching up, there was never the sense that we had left each other’s lives.

That might be because you stalk his Facebook more than necessary, my thoughts interjected. Frowning, I physically waved my hand at my head as if to ignore them. My actions caught Ilhoon’s attention and he chuckled.

“Bad thoughts again?” he inquired, subtly pulling my glass away from me.

“Yeah, a little,” I mumbled. “I’m getting married tomorrow.”

I did not know what spurred me to reveal that but I knew that he was aware of it. In fact, both of us were hyper and agonizingly aware of the wedding bands on our respective fingers. It was the one conversation that we had avoided until my intoxicated mind started controlling my mouth. As expected, he did not look surprised at my announcement. Instead, he just nodded as if we were discussing the weather.

“Yeah, I know,” he answered after a while before gulping down his drink.

I frowned, wondering how he had found out. Shrugging it off, I tried to hold my head up while maintaining my sense of rationality and self-control. Eyeing me from the corner of his eye, Ilhoon wordlessly stood up. In a smooth motion, he took off his coat before placing it gently over my shoulders. It was warm, and it smelled just like him. With the same tenderness, he massaged the nape of my neck, just the way that I liked it, as he silently urged me to rest. Muttering my thanks, I leaned forward and rested my head over my arms. However, I was aware when his fingers lingered and brushed a line down my bare shoulders.

“How are you dealing with your trauma?” he asked all of a sudden.

His unexpected question temporarily pulled me away from my stupor. Without lifting my head up, I turned to face him, and my heart squeezed when I noticed the familiar look of concern on his face.

“A little better,” I whispered. “I still can’t get into cars without getting anxiety.”

Six years ago, my brother passed away in a car accident, a victim of careless driving. The driver, his friend who had just received his license for three months, was distracted and rammed the car into the divider. Both did not make it out alive and my only brother’s death broke me. I turned self-destructive as I tried to make sense of my unexpected lost. Ilhoon had been the one who had stayed with me throughout. Day and night, he stayed as I destroyed myself and he continued to stay while I collected myself again. Only he knew that following that accident, I developed a phobia of getting into cars as the image of my brother’s car crash permeated my mind. I had somehow managed to keep the story a secret from my fiancé who did not question my weird habits. He just accepted me as I was, a feat that made me grateful until today.

Ilhoon nodded pensively as if he too was remembering the moments that we had shared. I continued to stare at him, taking in his soft features. His hair was a little shorter than before which made his cheeks more angular. My gaze lingered at the small beauty marks near his jaw, smiling fondly when I recalled how I used to trace them with my lips. This man before me was perfect in every sense, so why did we have to end things the way we did?

I reached out for my cognac. Noticing that, Ilhoon pushed it further away. Instead, he gave me a glass of water which he had asked for a while ago. He had always been perceptive of me. He did not say much, he did not whisper sweet nothings in my ear. He never told me what I wanted to hear and he did not mollycoddle me. Instead, he made me confront my problems and told me what I needed to hear in my messed-up life. He was passionate and confrontational; his temper was only rivaled by mine. While my fiancé was accommodating, Ilhoon pushed me to face my issues. It was our similar passionate feelings that had kept us together but at the end of the day, they ultimately drove us apart. I wanted to reach out to him, to hold him one last time as I brushed the soft strands of his hair. Unknowingly, I had acted on my thoughts as Ilhoon intertwined his fingers with my outstretched hand. His warmth coursed through me and this familiar touch made my heart ache even more.

“I never did thank you for introducing me to cognac, did I?” I slurred as I squeezed his hand.

He chuckled at my words as he returned the squeeze. Gently, he pulled me closer to him while he supported my body.

“Now I’m regretting it since you’re drunk,” he muttered into my ear.

~*~

I felt the bed dipped under my weight as Ilhoon gingerly placed me near the edge. My head felt heavy as the alcohol coursed through my bloodstream. Ignoring my mumblings and protests, he pushed me to lie down before taking off my heels. Upon doing so, I heard him went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. He came back soon after and he placed the cup on my bedside table. Taking a seat next to me, he gently pulled me up and after adjusting my weight on him, handed me the drink. Silently, I took it while murmuring my thanks. We stayed in this position for a while as he watched me finished the whole cup. Once he was satisfied that I had finished, he placed it on the table before helping me to lie down again. However, I resisted his touch and instead, held on to his sleeves.

“Don’t go, please,” I whispered, barely registering what I was doing. “Please, stay with me tonight. I’m sorry, please, just stay.”

My vision started getting blurry as I felt the tears welled up in my eyes. Trust alcohol to make my true feelings bare to him. I looked down on my lap, afraid of seeing the rejection on his face. A part of me screamed at what I was doing. I was being needy and clinging on to my memories of him yet I ignored the objections. He was finally here, right beside me, after three years. I was not about to let him go without saying what I had held back that night he left my life.

I felt his hand wrapped around mine. Instead of pushing me away, he took my hand in his and rubbed circular motions on it. His touch comforted me and it was this sense of familiarity that unleashed my emotional torrent. I sniffed as I inwardly acknowledged that I had been craving for his touch, his warmth and most importantly, I had longed for him. For the past three years, I had woken up reaching out for him, only to be grasping cold thin air or someone else entirely. A huge sob rocked through me as I gripped his hand tighter as if I was squeezing the life out of it. I hunched forward as I fought the pain in my chest that threatened to suffocate me. Why did we let go of each other when it was killing us like this?

“I’m so sorry. For all the things that I said that night, I didn’t mean any of them. So please, don’t let me go anymore,” I cried out as I pulled his hand closer to my chest. “Stay, just for tonight.”

My voice cracked as I pleaded. I gasped for breath as I gave up fighting my tears. Even after all this while, I was only comfortable breaking down in front of him. Another sob wracked my frame and I buried my face in his chest. Silently, Ilhoon wrapped an arm around my shoulders and he pulled me closer. He hushed me as he took in everything quietly. He did not murmur words of comfort, instead, his very touch was how he had always shown his love and care. As I cried, I could not help but notice how we still fit into each other perfectly. Every nook and crook of our body complemented each other, as if we were made for one another. This felt right. This was home.

“You know we can’t be together, we did not work out then,” Ilhoon muttered against my hair.

Reaching out, I wrapped my arms around his lean waist and gripped him tight. I felt him stiffened from the contact but he relaxed as he continued pressing kisses on my head. We held on to each other like this for a while, each of us nursing our own set of memories. No words were said between us because everything we wanted to share was evident from our touch. Three years did not do anything to dampen our feelings, instead, it only served to remind me of what we had to let go and leave behind. Because we loved each other too much, we had to let us go.

Realising that this moment was finite, I looked up and held his gaze. He met my eyes steadily, his emotions clear on his face. Hesitatingly, I placed a hand on his cheek. Like a force of habit, he closed his eyes and turned his head into it slightly before kissing my wrist softly. The touch of his lips on my bare skin sent warm shivers down my spine. That familiar peck was enough to send memories flooding back in, as if I was watching a movie about the happy moments we shared. That same lips had made me smiled once long ago; the same lips that could easily find the right words to say. Vividly, I remembered the way he had brushed them against my skin when he teased me as if it was only yesterday. Everything about him felt so familiar, as if he had never left. But time had been unkind to us because he remained steadfast a stranger in my life now.

After all, he was now just a stranger who knew all of my secrets.

Using the momentum, I pulled away from him briefly. As if he sensed what I was about to do, he held onto me while I straddled his lap. I pressed my forehead against his, relishing in the way our breathing echoed and mingled with each other. However, it was not enough. Everything about him reminded me of what I once had. Not satisfied that there was a space between us, I pressed my breasts against his chest while I buried my head in the crook of his neck. Our intentions remained unspoken but it was clear what we both wanted and needed.

My lips sought the sensitive spot on his neck, teasing and kissing it softly. However, I needed more and started sucking and nibbling on the spot repeatedly. His moan filled the air as he gripped my waist tighter while he angled his neck to give me more space. I alternated between kissing and sucking it hard, knowing that I would leave a mark on his pale skin. He groaned and his finger teased the zipper on my hip. I rocked into him slowly, building up the rhythm as I brushed my pussy against his growing length. He let out a feral groan and gripped my hips as he guided me into our familiar rhythm. However, I slapped his hand away and using the momentum, I pushed him down on the bed. He did not resist and instead, he wrapped his hands around my neck and unclasped the dress, letting it fall to my hip while baring my breasts to his mouth. He took one in and started licking the erected nipple in a circular motion before sucking on the tip.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned as I arched my body to him.

As expected, Ilhoon stopped devoting his attention to my breasts and instead, teased me by pulling me down and bringing my lips to his. With a sense of urgency, he ravaged my lips by pulling and sucking my lower lip painfully. When I gasped in pain, he took advantage and slipped his tongue in. Knowing exactly what he wanted, I matched his pace and allowed him to control our kiss. It was messy, our teeth clashed against each other more than once but I welcomed his insistent need to possess me. He traced his fingers on my shoulder blades before settling on the base of my spine.

The feel of cold metal against cold skin.

At once, I pulled away and broke the kiss. Panting, I stared into his brown orbs and finally realised the implications of the touch. Or more specifically, what had touched me. As if it read my mind, the light glinted off my wedding ring, a similar echo to the one on his finger. Ilhoon noticed the shift in the room. One look on my face and he deciphered what had transpired in my mind. Wordlessly, he extracted himself from under me while he retrieved his coat that had fallen from my shoulders.

“Go rest. You have a big day tomorrow,” he stated simply, his face a mask of his previous emotions.

Ilhoon patted my head once and was about to walk away when I grabbed his hand for the second time.

“Stay. Stay until I fall asleep,” I whispered, my voice soft that it was barely heard.

Ignoring how weak I sounded, I observed how he debated with himself before making his choice. A million thoughts flickered behind his eyes before he decided. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he nodded stiffly before pulling himself away without touching me. He draped his coat on one of the armchairs while I settled properly on the bed. Silently, I indicated to him to lie next to me on the left side of the bed. His usual side of the bed. Sighing, he kicked off his shoes before he laid down uncomfortably. Both of us laid on our sides and we stared at each other unblinkingly, as if we were trying to memorise everything about each other. Too soon, sleep found me and I dozed off, thoughts of Ilhoon still clear in my mind. When morning came, I found myself reaching out for the cold indentations that he had left behind on the bed.

I squinted my eyes as the sun rays entered the room through the blinds. The clock hanging on the wall in front of my bed indicated that it was a quarter past eight. I was going to be late for my big day if I was going to stay in bed. As I sat up, my head throbbed from the expected hungover while my mind torturously played last night’s events on repeat. Groaning, I tried to push myself up and off the bed, feeling entirely disoriented and parched after last night.

“Honey, are you awake?”

I heard my mother’s sweet voice from outside the toilet door.

“In here!”

I called out and soon enough, the door was pushed open. My beautiful mother stepped into my line of sight just as I had finished washing up, a wide grin etched on her face. She was proud that her daughter had finally decided to settle down after she found the love of her life.

At least, that was what she thought he was.

But after last night, I knew who my heart still ached for.

~*~

About an hour before the ceremony, I found myself hiding in a small secluded room behind the ballroom. After extracting myself from the hired stylists and badgering bridesmaids, I had conscripted the help of a hotel staff to find an empty room for me to relax before exchanging our vows. Recognising the pre-wedding jitters, she had led me to this room, saying that it was actually an unused storage area where staffs had their breaks. Before she left, I told her to knock on the door when my time was up.

As I popped my knuckles, I heard the door opened before clicking shut, as if someone had just locked it. Whirling, my eyes found Ilhoon standing behind me, his back pressed against the door while his hand remained at the doorknob. He was dressed as a groom, a hint that he too was having his wedding in the same hotel and day as me.

“What are you doing here,” I hissed urgently as panic crept up.

He did not respond. Instead, his gaze remained transfixed on me. His expression darkened as he studied me from top to bottom, his eyes lingering at certain places. Finally, he stared directly at me and I recognised the pure unadulterated hunger behind them. I gulped as a warm tingling shiver ran through me. Instinctively, I stepped back, unsure of how to react. He stalked forward, his movements graceful just like a predator who had found its willing prey.

“I thought I could ignore you,” he started, his voice a hushed whisper. “But one look at you in that dress and I know I can’t anymore.”

A step forward. A step backward. Just like a game, both of us were on a tightrope. One move and we would fall. But why did I think that the fall was what both of us were aiming for?

“Can’t what?” I asked, my voice a raspy whisper.

He did not reply. Too soon, my back found the opposite end of the wall, signaling that I had no other place to run to. He had blocked off any available exit as he closed the distance between us. I trembled in anticipation and fear, recognising the familiarity of this situation. Still quiet, Ilhoon finally stood before me with a hair’s breadth between us. Our eyes still locked on each other, he reached out to brush a finger down my cheek. I hissed under my breath from his touch while urging my body to resist him. This was our game, this was how we liked to play.

“I thought I could get you out of my mind. But seeing you in this fucking dress and the thought of you standing next to a fucking bastard…” he trailed off, his finger edging lower as it met the dress’s neckline.

“It makes you mad, doesn’t it,” I breathed. “That I’m about to be promised off to some other man, that I’m about to fuck –”

Growling, he pressed the palm of his hand against my lips to silence me. A stormy look entered his eyes as he silently dared me to finish that statement. I met his stare directly, challenging and not backing down. He smirked and stepped closer until our foreheads touched.

“I forgot how foul-mouthed you can get,” he muttered.

“Well, I learned from the best.”

He chuckled softly and for a moment, the aggression receded from his eyes. He traced my lips with his finger once before leaning closer and repeating that gesture with his own lips and tongue. Just before I was about to respond to it, he broke away. But he did not step back. Instead, he pressed our foreheads together as if he was trying to control himself.

“I’ve always wanted to see you in a wedding dress. But never in my life would I have thought that I’d see you in one without me by your side.”

“We did not work out then,” I threw his words back at him.

I sensed him stiffened as he took in my words. His eyes reflected regrets as he pulled back to stare into mine. I could see the images in his head running by, all the moments we had together; be it the good or the bad. As if something in him snapped, without another word exchanged, he slammed his lips against mine. I squealed in surprise at the sudden attack but soon responded to it. Our kiss started to get aggressive, both of us seeking dominance as we nipped and sucked on each other’s lips and tongues. He did not give me room to breathe and neither did I. I felt his fingers tightened on my wrists, as if he was forming his own personal manacles. I eventually relinquished control and just like what I used to do, I gave in to him, feeling him smile against my lips in victory.

I felt his hands snaking around my waist, heading downwards and giving my ass a tight squeeze before slapping a cheek lightly. As if on cue, I did a small jump and wrapped my legs around his waist, albeit with some difficulty due to the dress. He took my weight perfectly and with the same ease as before. With our mouths still busy, I felt him head towards somewhere in the room. When I felt him putting me on a desk, I managed to stable myself as he took a small step back. However, I pulled him closer and enjoyed how our uneven panting filling filled up the quiet room. He reached out to caress the tip of my lip, wiping the lipstick stain that had smudged. His lips were red from the intense kiss, and from the red ink on my lips.

“I won’t stop,” he uttered, his eyes daring me to challenge him.

Smiling simply, I closed the distance and nipped the side of his neck. “I know.”

With that, his hand reached for the hem of my dress and hitched it up slightly, his palm smoothing the skin of my thigh through my stockings. I let out a moan that I did not bother to hide. His whole arm soon disappeared under my dress; the very dress that was personally chosen by my soon-to-be husband. His hand took its time to reach my core that had been wet ever since the kiss. Smirking, he met my lust-filled gaze before putting his other hand under my dress. Soon, I heard a distinct rip as he tore my stockings. However, any arguments I had over that was swallowed when I felt his fingers massaging my clit through my thong.

“Such a naughty girl, were you waiting for this?” He teased, pulling my thong to the side slightly to access to my clit. He pinched it lightly once before inserting a finger in and I threw my head back, both of my hands gripping the end of the desk to prevent myself from falling. He reached his hand out and wrapped it around the side of my neck, pulling me closer to him as he leaned down for another kiss. He swallowed all of my throaty moans while he inserted another finger, stretching my walls around them. He built a languid rhythm while arching the tip of his fingers a little to reach my spot. His kisses echoed his fingers; his tongue reaching out into my mouth at the same time as he pumped into me. Easily, I felt my orgasm building in me as the sensation grew. He increased his pace. My walls convulsed around his fingers, speaking for me to inform him about how close I am. While I was about to get thrown over by my pleasure, he pulled his fingers out. He broke the kiss to suck on his fingers, which were coated with my juices.

I attempted to stabilise my breathing from the overwhelming pleasure as he moaned softly against his own fingers while he tasted me. His eyes clouded with lust as his dark orbs stared through me, burning a hole with his hot gaze. My hands went to the zip of his pants, in a breeze fishing his hard cock out of its cover. He hissed in pleasure, feeling my hand wrapped around it. Sick of my teasing, he pulled my hand away by my wrist.

“We don’t have much time,” he muttered, stepping closer to me to brush his cock against my wet entrance.

However, as soon as he said that, he paused his actions. I glanced up at him in frustration, not comprehending his hesitance. Growling, I rubbed my wet pussy against his cock to urge him on. He hissed before forcefully kissing me in response.

“I don’t have a condom,” Ilhoon muttered between kisses, causing me to stifle a laugh.

“I’m on pills,” I said breathily while rubbing against his length. “Besides, I want to feel you when you fuck me.”

With a feral growl, he plunged into me without any warning, his full length hitting bottom in a go. I buried my face in his shoulder to suppress a shout of pain. To make up for his rough start, he kept still to allow me to adjust to his familiar size. Hearing my breathing slowed down, he started to move. His fast and deep thrusts were strong enough to hurt me. I whimpered against his white shirt, not caring that my makeup would dirty his important outfit. He rocked his hips slightly as he tried to find his usual angle. After hearing my satisfied gasp, he kept to our old constant rhythm; quickening to build up a pace before slowing it down when he knew I was getting used to it. He wanted to drag my orgasm. However, we did not have the luxury of time. I nipped his ear and suckled on his earlobe before moving to the sensitive spot on his neck. He recognised the silent urge to hurry up and he slammed harder into me.

“Are you close?” He murmured after moans.

I nodded my head, tightening my arms around his neck as I felt the pain from his grip on my waist. With a few more deep thrusts, I felt my body convulsing and I came undone while he continued thrusting through my orgasm. His pacing became erratic as he sought for his release. A drawn-out groan from him indicated he was close too. Knowing exactly what he needed, I teased his sensitive ear, smirking to myself when I heard him moan in pleasure. After a few deep thrusts, I felt his cum painting my walls, his fingernails digging into my dress against my skin. He continued thrusting as he came down from his high. Feeling that his cock had softened slightly in me, he pulled out with shaky breaths. Not a word was spoken as we tried to slow down our breathing. Hot liquid, a mixture of his cum and mine, trickled down my thigh. Once he had calmed himself down enough, he started looking around the room and nodded to himself after he found something. Walking towards it, he reappeared in my field of vision with a roll of tissues. I eyed his every action as he bent down to wipe the white substance off my leg. Muttering thanks, I waited while he cleaned up, not trusting myself to move.

From my angle, I realised his white shirt had my makeup smudged on it. Feeling guilty, I attempted to dust it off. The sudden contact startled him as his shoulders jumped in surprise and his action came to a halt for a moment. After making sure that no evidence were left at the crime scene, I wiggled my butt to get off the desk. He extended a hand to help me down, I politely took it, stumbling a little as I tried to stand on my jelly legs.

“Your stockings…” he asked while gesturing to the ripped fabric that dangled weirdly on my legs. Using his shoulder to balance myself, I unbuckled my heels and took the fabric off.

“I have extras,” I mumbled, waving off his concern.

He nodded in a daze, most probably in disbelief at what just happened. Somehow, an awkward silence had befallen between us as we avoided each other's gaze. Soon, we heard noises from outside and we knew it was time.

“I better,” he cleared his throat as a pause. “Get going.”

I could only nod, finally meeting his glistening and turbulent eyes. Pain and sadness flickered behind them and I smiled weakly in response. I reached a hand out to cup his cheek, pressing a soft and cordial kiss on his stained lips. He closed his eyes and took in a ragged breath.

“As expected, you look really beautiful in white,” he barely whispered.

Before I could reply, he placed a chaste kiss on my forehead and turned on his heels towards the door, leaving the room without another glance or word.

~*~

After concocting excuses for my slightly ruined makeup and ripped stockings to my best friend (“I was sleeping on my arms. My stockings were ripped after I tripped and fell.”), I was finally ushered to the ballroom looking my best. Placing a hand on my father’s offered arm, he led me down the aisle towards the entrance and the start of my brand new life. A smart-looking man stood at the altar as he waited for me nervously. He beamed with excitement and his ignorant smile triggered a new wave of guilt in me as my mind played back what had occurred just a few moments ago. I faked a smile, schooling my features so that he would not suspect anything. My father entrusted me to him, placing my hand into his with a few warnings. Before he left, I gave him a tight hug as he secretly wiped the falling tears away from his eyes. Soon I joined my soon-to-be husband, my eyes softening when I saw how awe-stricken he was.

“You look beautiful, I…” he trailed off as he stared into my eyes through the veil. I chuckled at his loss of words before mouthing a thank you. The officiator cleared his throat, indicating that he was about to start.

~*~

“Do you take her as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?”

“I do.”

He assured his promise loud and clear, without any hesitance. As he lovingly looked at me, I saw how excited he was to share the rest of his life with me. Here he was, ready to give and devote his whole heart to me. I felt the corner of my eyes turning wet from his dedication. Despite our prickly beginning, he continued to shower me with love and adoration as he patiently waited for me to direct my feelings to him. At this altar, right before everyone and in front of the man I was about to agree to spend the rest of my life with, I hesitated.

Did I really want this? Especially after last night and earlier, was this the happy ending that I envisioned?

“Do you take him as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” For a moment, I saw Ilhoon’s face right before me as he replaced the man standing next to me. I bit back my cry as I witnessed the future that would never happen. Blinking my tears away, I smiled up at my fiancé. This was the point of no return. Making this promise meant a permanent goodbye to him. It meant leaving the regrets and feelings from the past, in the past. It meant continuing my life without him anymore.

It meant keeping our last time a secret until my death do us part.

“I do.”

My husband swooped down to kiss me, earning the cheers of the crowd. However, just as his lips met mine, I felt something trickling down my leg and I closed my eyes, knowing instantly what it was.

Just like his own personal parting gift.

Goodbye, stranger.

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