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a-soft-hornytiny · 2 years ago

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Position of power.

Summary: You find out that your childhood friend is now a CEO and demand an explanation.

Word count: 3.1k+

Genre: Smut

Pairing: CEO!Jongho x female!reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, half clothed sex, teasing, penetration, dirty talk, office sex, fingering (female receiving) (let me know if i missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: this got longer than it was supposed to be and im not complaining. Istg Jongho recently has a grip on me. And tbh ive had this idea ever since I saw him in that one suit. Ill show you what i mean. Like jesus. Anyway this is pretty fluffy at first but beware.

Taglist: after the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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“Wait Choi Jongho?” You nodded, confused by the excitement in your friend's voice. You had shown her a picture of you in highschool but she only had eyes for the boy that was standing next to you on said picture, Jongho, your best friend since first grade that you sadly lost contact with after school.

“THE Choi Jongho??” Your friend was squirming in her seat. You nodded again. Not really understanding what she was pointing at. “Omg Y/n that's such a big deal like how is he in person, is he as strict as he seems?” Your confusion only grew.

“I haven’t seen him for years. He went abroad after school and we rarely ever text each other.” You explained and your friend's excitement immediately died off. “But don’t you want to know what it’s like?” What what’s like? You didn’t even need to ask the confusion was written all over your face.

“Being rich!” You tilted your head. Jongho’s family was well off but you wouldn’t go as far as calling him rich. And that’s when you saw something change in your friend's face. They realized something. While you were still trying to grasp what was happening, they shoved their phone under your nose.

Perpexled you started to read. Choi Jongho, 23, CEO. Choi’s company, Choi Internationals, set a milestone in economic history as it became one of the most profitable corporations in its field only 4 months after it was brought to life.

You stopped and started reading again. No that can’t be.

“You didn’t know?” You looked up from their phone and shook your head slowly. How on earth did you not know about this? How could that information possibly go over your head? I need to call him you thought immediately before shaking your head again.

You went through your purse to look for your phone. When was the last time we talked? You asked yourself while unlocking your phone and entering your chat. About 4 months ago. 4 months ago you had checked up on each other the last time. That was far after the launch of his company. And he didn’t think that was important enough to tell you?

You started raging. You had told him everything. How you lost your job, how your ex broke up with you, how your parents moved to the countryside, everything. And he didn’t even bother to tell you he successfully launched a company and was making millions? Without thinking about it you sent him a passive-aggressive text.

When did you plan to tell me that you’re a money-shitting ceo?

Ok maybe you should have thought about that one.

Jongho was sitting in the back of his car when he saw your message. He let out a big sigh causing his secretary to send him a worried look. One part of him had wished you would never find out but he was also surprised that you didn’t already know. It was not like it was possible to keep his identity a secret.

“What’s wrong Mr.Choi?” His secretary asked, still keeping his eyes on the road. Jongho sighed again. “Nothing too big. Just a change of plans for today.” He said while typing his response.

Where are you right now?

He didn’t expect an immediate answer but his phone pinged shortly after.

At Sannie’s Dream, why?

Sannie's Dream was the café you two used to go to during highschool days. Jongho couldn’t help but smile. You hadn’t changed a bit.

Stay there.

He answered before informing his secretary about the new plan. The café was about 20 minutes away from where he was right now. He knew that you still lived in the suburb you two used to go to school in, he on the other hand had moved to the city.

What does he mean by “Stay there”? You shook your head while putting your phone down. You had completely forgotten that you weren’t alone.

“I’m so sorry you completely caught me off guard with that.” You told your friend while supporting your head with your hands.

“No worries but what now? What just happened?” They asked the right questions. What did just happen? “I have no idea.” You answered as you turned around to order another coffee.

You got back to chatting but about 20 minutes later the door to the café opened and a well-dressed man entered.

“Jongho?!” You exclaimed, completely shocked, causing the café to go quiet. He came over to your table and shushed you instantly. “We don’t want all that attention.” He whispered as the people around you began to talk again.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You whisper screamed, ignoring that your friend probably had a heart attack right now. “We need to talk, do you mind?” He asked, pointing at the door behind him. And before you even knew it he had paid for your coffee, said goodbye to your friend and had led you outside.

"Jongho, stop!" You said while he opened the door to his car. You didn’t know a thing about cars but this one was expensive. “Can you please just explain what you’re doing?” You asked a bit out of breath. He had never been a man of many words, he was the type to prefer actions over words. But you needed him to tell you what was going on.

“I’ll explain it to you but can you get into the car first? I don’t want people to think that I’m kidnapping you.” He responded calmly. Well it kind of feels like I’m being kidnapped you thought before sitting down. Jongho closed the door and went to the other side to get in.

After he sat down and both of you had put on the seat belt he told the driver to get them to the headquarters. The headquarters? What was he trying to do? “Mister Jung? This is Y/n. Y/n, this is my loyal secretary Mister Jung.” He introduced you and bowed at each other awkwardly. After the car started driving, Jongho started to explain.

“Listen Y/n I never wanted to hide anything from you. I’m honestly a bit surprised that you only found out now. And I didn’t know you would be so angry.” He whispered the last part to himself. You weren’t ‘so angry’. Your disappointment from earlier had mostly disappeared.

“I’m not angry with you, just a bit disappointed that you didn’t tell me something so important. That’s a huge milestone. But don’t you think it's a bit extreme to kidnap me from my friend just to apologize?” You asked, a small smile on your face. He had always been a bit impulsive.

“Really? I mean..” he stopped, taking a second to organize his thoughts. “If I’m honest I just saw the opportunity and took it. I was so glad that you were still treating me like before and not turning into a money hungry demon, that I was too afraid to tell you. But in reality I have been wanting to meet up with you for a while now.”

You were surprised. On one side because of his sudden confession, on the other because of his rosy cheeks. He was embarrassed.

“That’s really.. sweet.” You said, still a bit taken aback.

“I thought I could show you my workplace?” He asked incredibly unsure. What did your friend say about him earlier? Strict? Oh if they could see him right now.

“Are you asking for a date?” You answered, obviously joking. But he nodded. And now you were the one whose face was heating up. He was looking out of the car window, trying to avoid eye contact, when scanned him with your eyes. He was handsome. He always had been, but this suit… you shook your head. Those thoughts were not to be thought.

But he had been thinking the same. When he walked you to his car, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander. You were wearing a knee long mint green summer dress with a low back and golden jewelry. You looked stunning. But even if it was just for one second, he had wondered what you were wearing underneath it.

After a few minutes of awkward silence you decided to break the ice. "So.. how have you been?” You asked, still a bit shy. But he immediately answered, leading to a really relaxed conversation. You talked about everything and anything. From your family, to your work, to what you had for breakfast. God you had missed him.

When the car finally stopped, he got out first to open the door. What a gentleman.

“And this is where our Human Resources Management sits.” He explained as you reached the end of his little company tour. Your mouth was still open. More than ten levels, more than a hundred people, all under his control. The building was really modern, held in a black and white aesthetic with an occasional drop of colour. And it was your favourite colour. But that had to be a coincidence.

“Getting to the best part of the whole building now- my office.” He led you into this huge room. One side of it was completely covered in windows. The other consisted of dark wood. On the window side was his desk, full of paperwork, and in the middle of the room was a big table with about eight chairs. On the darker side of the room was a couch and two armchairs in the same colour.

You walked towards his desk completely overwhelmed by the sight of the city under your feet.

Jongho watched you explore his office in awe as he closed the door behind him. And locked it. He had always liked you more than he should but he thought he wasn’t good enough. You were his biggest inspiration to success. He’d be good enough if he was successful. A big smile appeared on his face as you let out a gasp. You had discovered his personal little library.

When was the time to make a move if not now?

You were taking a look at his books when you heard footsteps behind you. Without any warning you felt his hands on your waist and his warm breath against your ear.

“You’re so cute when you’re excited.” He chuckled. You froze. He was so close. Goosebumps formed all over your body as you realized what position you were in.

“Jongho what are you doing?” You couldn’t even talk properly, the words escaping your mouth were barely a whisper. Small electric shocks shot through your body as his hands slightly brushed against your hips. If you wanted to you could’ve easily stopped him. But the high school girl inside of you was excitedly jumping up and down.

“Something I should’ve done a lot earlier..” he whispered against your neck before placing soft kisses on your shoulder. Shivers ran down your spine. What do I do? You thought, trying to keep your mouth shut. You were way too embarrassed to let out whatever sound was waiting on your tongue.

You had always liked him. Others had always thought you were together but you two were absolutely oblivious to each other’s feelings. And now about five years after graduation, it was finally happening.

And even if it didn’t show, Jongho was nervous. He was basically waiting for you to turn around and slap him. But you didn’t. You stood there, enjoying his lips on your skin. And that was something he could see by your uneven breath and reaction to his hands. He couldn’t believe it at first but you wanted this.

“Do you want me to stop?” He murmured, lips still caressing your shoulder. He needed your full consent before going further. Because if you didn’t say no now, he wasn’t sure if he could hold himself back.

You held your breath. No. Please don’t stop. You knew that there was no going back once you said that. But it was the truth. You wanted him.

“Please don’t stop.” You nearly moaned as his lips brushed a sensitive spot. You could feel his firm body behind you and gosh that suit. Every time he turned around to continue his tour earlier you had stared so much that you were worried the fabric would dissolve under your gaze.

“I always thought you were gorgeous but this dress..” he groaned as his hands caressed your thighs, causing the dress to ride up. “This dress makes me go insane.”

You couldn’t hold back a quiet moan as you imagined him fucking you right then and there. And as if he had read your mind, he turned you around to look at him. His eyes were dark and full of desire as he scanned every single part of your face.

“You know.. your suit isn’t much better.” You chuckled before pressing your lips onto his. You caught him off guard for a second before he intensified the kiss and slowly guided you to his desk. Before you could protest, he had wiped most of his things off his desk and sat you down on it. Your dress was merely covering your panties anymore as you felt one of his hands making its way up your thigh.

“But Jongho..” you whispered as his fingertips brushed against the outside of your underwear. “What about the windows?” The desk was only about two meters away from the window front so if anyone was on the opposite side, they could definitely see you.

“Oh don’t worry darling, they’re reflected.” He smirked as he pulled you in for another kiss. You were surprised by the pet name but you liked it. He made it sound so… sexy. And just as you had forgotten about the position of his fingers, he pushed your panties aside and gently started caressing your heat. You let out a loud but embarrassed moan when you heard the squelching sound his fingers were making.

“So wet already~” He growled into your ear. “Makes me wonder how long you’ve wanted this.” He chuckled before carefully pushing one finger inside your wetness. You hid your burning face on his shoulder.

“Shut up.” You whined, making him smirk. “What did you say?” He teased you while slowly inserting a second finger. “Shut up and fuck me already.” You whined again.

“So that’s what you want huh?” He let his fingers slip out of you and spread the wetness on your clit before starting to massage it gently. You couldn’t hold back your moans anymore as your whole body started to shake. Why was he so good at this?

“Nah nah we don’t want others to hear you, do we?” He jokingly said before kissing you again. You hadn’t even realized he had stopped massaging your clit until you heard the sound of his belt opening. You immediately opened your eyes and separated from him just to watch him open his pants.

The growing bulge underneath had gotten painfully obvious and Jongho let out a deep breath when he finally freed his dick. Your eyes were glued onto his glistening tip as he stroked himself a few times, obviously enjoying your drooling stares. It was big but more importantly, it was girthy.

“So what was that? You want me to ‘fuck you already’?” He asked with a teasing undertone. You nodded, still not able to stop staring. “Your wish is my command.” He groaned as he placed himself at your entrance.

“Are you ready?” He asked, looking into your eyes with a softness that was completely unexpected. You couldn’t help but give him a warm smile. What a gentleman you thought before answering.

“Yes Jongho, I’m ready.” You let out a slight chuckle before you moved your hips forward, pushing his throbbing dick into your warmth.

You both let out a satisfied moan as soon as his length completely disappeared inside of you. It felt incredible. Felt like it was meant to be. Jongho couldn’t even think straight when he started moving his hips. He was holding you in his arms while your hands were clawing into his back.

“God Y/n you feel so good.” He groaned breathlessly as his cock thrusted into you once again. You were seeing stars, you had never felt so much pleasure. Your legs were wrapped around him and he desk was only there to support your body a bit, nothing more, as Jongho was nearly carrying you.

With every thrust, the tip of his dick hit the perfect spot. You had buried your mouth in his clothes but your pathetic moans were still echoing through the room.

“Faster.. please..” you whined against him and he immediately started picking up speed. The way your walls clenched around his length made both of you go crazy. His movements were steady which made you aware of his extreme strength and his even breath against your neck made your mind go blank.

“Make me yours, Jongho.” You moaned. “Make me cum.”

As if he had accepted a challenge, he gently sat you back on his desk to have a free hand. While he was still thrusting into you, his hand started caressing your clit in the same rhythm and you immediately threw your head back. Waves of pleasure washed over you as you laid back. The cold wood on your back made you shiver.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jongho was panting as his thrusts became sloppier. But you couldn’t even properly hear him because you were so immersed in the feeling he was giving you. Your whole body was tense as you felt your orgasm coming.

“Jongho I-“ you whined, not able to finish your sentence . “I’m c-co-“

Your orgasm washed over you with an intensity you never felt before. Your whole body was shaking uncontrollably and your pussy started clenching around his dick. You couldn’t breathe as Jongho continued to thrust into you.

He couldn’t believe his eyes when you came on his dick. To his eyes you looked ethereal. But the way you clenched around him pushed him close. He was about to cum right there.

He wanted to pull out but you stopped him. You could hear a slight protest before he let out the most beautiful lewd moan you ever heard and painted your inside white. You could feel his cum spurt out of his tip, filling you up to the brim. Shortly after, he collapsed on top of you. You took deep breaths while gently stroking his hair.

You giggled. “If I had known this would happen I would have texted you earlier.”

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minisugakoobies · 5 months ago

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CEO Mingi seems to be doing well

(Prev Boss!Mingi)

Me sitting here fighting the Sunday night existential dread that comes with thinking about work tomorrow, choosing instead to imagine CEO!Mingi who invites OC to go on a holiday with him. Under his watch, his company's had its most profitable quarter in years, and he's wanting to do something to relax and enjoy his success. And for some reason those things equate to spoiling her with a trip to Jeju Island and a private bungalow at an in-demand resort.

Jungkook is surprised when OC informs him that she's leaving for a week, but too stubborn to say anything. OC knows he's slightly stunned by how quickly she and Mingi became a thing. She is too, honestly - she never really expected to find someone into her, and she's even more surprised by how quickly she fell for him.

When she steps foot onto the island, it's like she's walking into a dream. The bungalow is secluded, and the staff make themselves scarce, so it feels like it's just the two of them on their own island. They establish a little routine. By now she's learned that Mingi likes to sleep in. So she rises alone to watch the sunrise each day. Then when she hears him start to stir, she slips into bed and wakes him with soft kisses. Eventually the cuddling turns into fucking, deep and slow. They spend their afternoons doing whatever their hearts desire - swimming, swinging in the hammock, napping on the couch. Mingi seems to spend most of his time with his hand(s) on OC - clutching to her in the water, resting his palm on her thigh as she sits next to him reading, slinging his arm over her at night, fingers splaying on the soft curve of her belly. He's a warmth she never wants to forget. She wonders how long she gets to have him. 💕

#mingi #ateez #ceo!mingi #mingi smut #lovely moots #minttangerines #asks #can you tell that i need a vacation?#boss!mingi au

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armpirate · 1 year ago

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Kalla | Choi San || Masterlist

Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events.

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with.

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months.

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate.

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position.

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel.

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was.

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it.

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

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zh0nggucc1 · 1 year ago

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Drippin Desires 1/2

Word count: 1.6k

Pairings: Mingi x Gn!reader

Content: Mingi is Y/N’s boss and he’s running late…

Warning: NSFW, public indecency, fingering, degradation, pet names (darling), dom!mingi, sub!reader

Splash! Droplets of the liminal greys above my head secreted its condensed layers. People scavenged around for any form of shelter, some even using the tops of their hood-less jackets to protect their heads from the harmless liquid. There was one in particular who caught my eye, the only one that could come out of this waterfall looking like a Greek God. If he wasn’t a Greek God he was surely blessed with all the beauty Athena had to offer

Song Mingi, unfortunately my boss. His brown, slicked back locks were beginning to fall down onto his carefully and beautifully, sculpted face, due to the rain weakening the gel that held his most likely, soft and luscious hair in place. A slight look of frustration painted his face before he glanced my way, replacing that sour look with a half smile. He soon approached me. We didn’t often catch the train together as he usually took the earlier train. I’m assuming he woke up late, putting him in this position.

“Good morning Mr. Song, are you running late?” I gently and professionally spoke to him. The rain dripping down his face enhanced his beauty by 100x, I could barely focus on anything but his stunningly shaped, pink, plump lips. They looked like they were itching to be kissed, I couldn’t bare it. “No need to be so professional, we’re not at work yet, call me Mingi.” He sent me a friendly smile. I couldn’t be friendly with him, I could barely resist ripping his clothes off on the spot. “I would prefer to be professional around you, sir.” As I finished speaking, the train had arrived at the platform. The moment the doors had opened, I swiftly hopped on hoping he would take the hint and leave me alone. The train was rather crowded so we had both ended up in each other’s personal space. It was more than i could handle.

“Come on, you can loosen up around me Y/N, don’t have to be so tight~.” His comment caused a light pink to cover my cheeks. “I don’t think it is appropriate for you to be talking to me this way and please, call me ‘L/N’, we must remain professional, sir.” I remained calm. “What? You don’t like it when I call you Y/N?” He sent me a very subtle smirk. No, I fucking love it, that’s the problem…

“Please don’t call me that again.” I spoke in between a gulp. Mingi spoke up again. “But I like your name, Y/N.” That was it. “I said stop!” I snapped at him, just like an angry chihuahua. I immediately regretted it. I turned around, My back facing him, feeling slightly guilty for shouting at him. Seconds later, I felt something solid poke my backside. Was that what I thought it was? This can’t be happening, I won’t be able to resist much longer…

“S-Sorry…” He muttered, as he grazed his finger along my hip, his tone much less confident and much more timid. He held his head lower, the sensation of his rough breaths down my neck, sending chills down my spine. I know what he wanted and I wanted it too but it was so risky, especially here.

Fuck it. Any dignity I left was gone in an instant as I backed myself up onto his partially hardened erection. I could tell he enjoyed this as he had to clear his throat to hide any devilish sounds that were aching to leave his mouth. It was so undeniably sexy. I needed to hear more of his sinful vocals. They caused a familiar liquid to coat my panties. I pressed my thighs together, in attempts of creating some kind of friction to satisfy this unbearable desire to be touched by him.

I hurriedly, scanned around the crowded cart. Once I was sure no one was looking, I grabbed his abnormally long fingers from behind and placed them exactly where I wanted them, up my skirt, in between my thighs. Not a word, left my lips in shame. I was about to let my boss fondle me on a train.

I heard a scoff leave his mouth and felt the vibrations from his chest due to our close proximity. Gosh that was so sexy, I felt myself getting even wetter. I bit my bottom lip, my breath becoming shaky.

His head tilted, his lips grazing my earlobe. “What is it? You want my fingers, hm?” He suggested, his voice low and quiet. It turned me on more than anything. I gulped and nodded. “I want to hear your words, darling.” He stated, stubbornly. “Y-yes..” I quietly replied. “Yes what?” He smirked. “Yes please...” I desperately spoke. He let out a low chuckle, sending shivers down my spine.

His finger’s collided with my underwear using one gentle touch and with one rough pull, they had been ripped off of me. I gasped in disbelief. He muttered a careless ‘oops’ and placed lacy fabric in his other hand, so he was now able to give me what I had been desiring.

He swiped his middle finger across my dripping folds, causing me to let out a shaky breath. He soon located my clit, rubbing slow and gentle circles around it. It felt good, but i needed more. I whined quietly. “What? is it not enough for you? How about this?” He hastily shoved two digits inside of me, causing me to let out a loud gasp. My reaction brought a wider smirk to his face. It created a sloshing sound due to the wetness. His fingers were so long, they easily reached my g-spot. He pumped his fingers in and out, rapidly, hitting my g-spot every time. My body jolted every time he hit it. I bit down on my bottom lip to suppress my moans, hard enough to draw blood.

It satisfied him seeing me try so hard to keep my composure but failing miserably. “What a slut? taking my fingers so well.” He whispered, his lips, again grazing my earlobe. I wished those perfect lips of his could be all over my body. I wished for his tongue to replace his fingers ramming into my dripping cunt. Unfortunately, this was the most I could allow to happen. It was too risky.

His bulge rubbed against my ass as his fingers rammed into my clenching cunt. He used his thumb to circle my clit, rapid enough for an orgasm to be nearing. I couldn’t do that here… it would make a mess.

“Sir- I mean Mingi- I mean Mr. Song… you need to stop.. i’m c-close.” I stuttered, breathlessly. “So what? Why don’t we make a mess and let the whole world that you’re not as innocent as you make yourself out to be~.” He whispered seductively. As much as I loved this feeling, he had to be stopped. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out of my skirt and just in time because our stop was approaching. Once the train had stopped, he leaned down to whisper in my ear again. “Meet me in my office on your lunch break, darling~” He got off of the train while I paused, almost forgetting to get off.

I hopped off and started making my way my usual coffee shop. I always stopped by there before work. As I walked in, I noticed a face i hadn’t seen before. I had grown quite fond of all of the employees, but this one I didn’t recognise. They must’ve hired someone knew. He was gorgeous, a little bit short, but nevertheless stunning. He had black, mid length hair, with a middle parting. He had a smile that could light up a whole room and quite a cute aura. I had been so focused staring at him, I didn’t notice that he was trying to take my order. “Ma’am, can I help you?” He gifted me a gentle smile, knocking me out of my trance. “Ah yes, so sorry! Could I get a caramel latte with extra cream?” I asked, He immediately typed it into the till. “Of course, is that all?” His voice was so soft and pretty, I could listen to it all day. “Yup that’s all, how much will that be?” I asked. “On the house… if I could get your number?” He flirted, looking me in the eye. He was confident, even more attractive. My cheek went a light shade of pink. “Eh sure why not?” I took my phone out of my pocket and opened up the keypad, handing my phone to him. He took it and swiftly typed his number in, saving his contact with the name ‘Joongie<3’. I read his name badge. His name was Hongjoong, what a pretty name. “thank you uhh-“ I cut him off. “Y/N, call me Y/N.” I smiled. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He passed my phone back to me. “Nice to meet you too, Hongjoong.” I replied. “Wait how did you- oh I forgot I wear a name badge.” He let out the cutest chuckle, to which I replied also with a chuckle.

After our conversation I waited, patiently for my latte. After it had been made, I bid Hongjoong a goodbye and made my way into my work building. There was nothing special about my job. It was a basic office job, nothing more to it, I sat at a computer all day and got paid to type. I can’t the pay was bad though, the pay was pretty good for what it was, it gave me enough to live on and that’s all that mattered. There was one thing I looked forward too everyday and that was eye fucking Song Mingi whenever he made a grand appearance however today I felt as if I had more than just eye fucking to look forward to.

I walked over to my computer, setting my coffee down on the table. I decided to take my phone out and message Hongjoong, just so my number would show up in his phone.

Hey! it’s Y/N, message me when you get the chance

Delivered

I knew, as he was at work, it would take a while for him to reply, so I just got straight on with my work.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed!! please give me your opinion and/or requests!! thank you for reading <3

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iwishiwasrichasfuck · 1 year ago

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I just had a thought: power couple CEO!y/n x Fashiondesigner!hongjoong.

Writers, I summon you

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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 1 year ago

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ʕ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3.00 "Qᴜɪᴛ?!" ʔ

ヾᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ᴄᴇᴏ! ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ x ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ヾꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ/ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ : ʜᴇʀᴇ

ヾᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱʟᴀᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ.

ヾᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 875

ヾᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ : ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ "ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴋɪᴍ" ᴋ-ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ ᴀᴜ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ.

«"Mr.Park what are you doing here? Is there anything you need?» Seonghwa clears his throat, after hearing your words as he regains his composure. «Ms.Hwang, may I know why you're here?» Your brows furrow at his words, not quite understanding the absurdity of his sentence. The corners of your lips twitch trying hard to keep your formal expression as you ask, «Mr.Park, I don't quite understand the context of your sentence, could you please elaborate?»

He clears his throat yet again, «The party hosted by Sumyung group will be starting at 8 o'clock tonight, I'd like for you to be prepared by 6 o'clock with the dress which will be delivered to your house two hours before.» Your left eye twitches in annoyance having your blind date spoiled by the man towering over you, «Mr.Park I think you've been mistaken, I have already appointed Song Hyunju's schedule to be your date for the party. And she has already chosen the dress for the party too.»

Seonghwa's eyebrows knit slightly, but he lets out a low sigh, «I am quite disappointed in you for making such a stupid situation, Ms.Hwang. I hope you know that she has quite the scandal with the CEO of Sumyung group, Lee Dohwan who wouldn't like seeing her as my date. I thought you did your research on the model's social interactions with the people of the Sumyung group.» Your lips tremble a little in shock, and you quickly pull out your phone to look through everything only to find out he was correct. ' "Famous Model Song Hyunju, the ex-girlfriend of Lee Dohwan, the CEO of Sumyung group, was found to have cheated on him, thus their break-up" Stated by Dispatch Korea.'

Fuck, I thought I had checked everything. You raise your head to let your eyes meet his, the same formal expression staying on your face. «I would like to apologise for my mishap, Mr.Park. I promise to not let this kind of mistake occur again, and I will be driving to your apartment at 6 o'clock instead to pick out your suit.» Seonghwa doesn't speak one more word before walking away after giving you a nod.

You let out a long sigh, as you walk your way towards your house. «All this for nothing?»

Just when you reach your house, you hear your phone ring. You walk inside and answer the call without checking the ID. «Y/n-ah didn't you say you'll be free today?» You instantly recognize your sister's voice, «Sadly no, Yeji.» You huff out a sigh but flinch when you hear your older brother Hyunjin's voice, «WHAT? BUT WE WERE GOING TO HAVE OUR SIBLING NIGHT TODAY.»

«Well we can't have that today because I will be having a 'be the stuck-up boss' date' day, today.» You let out all your pent-up frustration caused due to the man who sent you the very long tight-fitting shimmery red dress for you to wear tonight. «Seriously? What's wrong with that Asshole, didn't you ask for a leave?»

«Well, I did, I guess, but now I have to be his date because of a stupid mistake I made.» You look at time and squeak instantly, «Okay Yeji, Hyunjin, I'll call you guys later. I've got to go.»

By the time the clock struck 5:30 p.m, you were dressed in the beautiful red dress which was sent to you, and you had grabbed your purse as you got in your car.

Just as you reach his mansion, you step out of your car, preparing yourself as you take a deep breath before walking in.

You walk in to find no one in the house, no maid in sight, you frown to yourself before walking to his giant closet like you usually did. But your eyes bulged out at the sight, it was the Park Seonghwa, trying to fix his crooked tie. You swiftly snap out of your trance of thoughts, before walking towards him, «"Mr.Park, I'll fix it.»

You set your purse down on the wide glass table just a few metres away from his figure. Seonghwa doesn't flinch at your voice, and you just make your way towards him. You place your hands around the crooked tie, it was usual like any other day since the day you mastered fixing a tie. But you notice the way his breath gets caught in his throat, his Adam's apple bobs slightly.

Your eyes wander up to find his dark sharp eyes looking down at you. You swiftly lower your head back down, trying to ignore the way your cheeks heat up. You mentally slap yourself, but flinch when you hear, «"Are you done Ms.Hwang?"» You swiftly pull the bottom of the tie, fixing it completely before moving away.

«"Let's head to Mr.Park. It's getting late already."»

The whole ride to the party was too silent, but you manage to finally break the silence, «"Mr.Park I've been meaning to tell you this for a week. This may come off as a surprise to you, but I will be quitting."»

«"QUIT?!"»

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monsta-x-jagi · 3 months ago

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Crown and Chrome - Chapter 5

Synopsis: You finally find out why Kihyun left you

Word count: 5k

Triggers: none

Author’s Note: I am sorry I had to make Jongho the villain

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The Past

As your university semester drew nearer, the number of worries you had about the future began escalating. Kihyun could see it on your face every time you grew quiet and turned your gaze downward as if you literally didn’t want to see what was lying ahead of you.

Today, Kihyun had taken you shopping at your favourite mall. This mall included a number of high end stores, and with you being you, it was a given that you would always be more comfortable spending money than Kihyun, so you usually didn't ask him to accompany you. Hence why today, you were surprised when Kihyun called in the morning and told you to get ready to go shopping.

So now here you were, trying on what’s probably the 6th dress in the newest release of designs while Kihyun sat on a couch and waited for you to show your outfit. Kihyun liked to think he had the patience of a saint, but he had come here with a plan today. There was a store he wanted to take you to and he wanted to get there before the end of the day.

Finally, you came out of the dressing room with all the outfits you tried. “I don’t know which one I should get,” you said with a frown.

Kihyun chuckled and shook his head. “I know even if you don’t buy it today, you’re going to go home and order it, or just wait until next weekend to come here again. Just buy all of it.”

Satisfied with his response, you paid for all your items and asked the store to deliver them to your house since the bags would never fit on Kihyun’s bike. Then you left the store with Kihyun, holding his arm as he steered you to the store he had in mind.

“You know, when I get my first car, we’ll finally be able to bring our shopping home,” you mused.

Kihyun tapped your nose. “I think you mean your shopping, princess. Anyway, we’re here.”

Kihyun took you into a high end jewellery store, heading straight for the counter. This was unlike him, he didn’t wear a lot of jewellery. Kihyun walked up to the very tall young man at the counter and explained he was there to pick up an order.

The man looked up, flicked his gaze between Kihyun and you, and his features contorted to shock when he saw you. “Miss y/n, is that you? It’s been a long time!”

Kihyun looked at you confused. You laughed and patted his arm before replying to the man, “Yeah it has been, Yunho, I didn’t have any events the last few months.”

“So I take it the order is for you then?” Yunho asked looking between you and Kihyun.

Kihyun cast a desperate look at Yunho. You were not meant to know about this until next weekend when you leave for university.

But to your credit, you laughed it off and told Yunho, “No, it’s my boyfriend’s order.” You leaned your head down on Kihyun’s shoulder and smiled brightly.

Yunho’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “Boyfriend huh? Cute, very cute.” Yunho spoke while shuffling behind the counter to grab Kihyun’s order. “Does your family know yet?”

Kihyun felt your grip on his arm tighten. He didn’t need to look at you to know your jaw was tensed as you spoke. “Uhh no, they haven’t met.”

Yunho slid a small bag across the counter with a sad smile. “Perhaps it’s for the best, eh?”

“Well I mean, didn’t your parents accept your decisions finally?” You offered weakly.

“Oh y/n,” Yunho said. “I chose to become a jewellery designer instead of a doctor. Being around diamonds and being with a diamond in the rough are two very different things.”

Later that night, as you and Kihyun were lying in bed at his house, Kihyun continued thinking about what Yunho said. He stared at the ceiling, one hand behind his head and the other drawing patterns on your back while you lay your head on his chest. Speaking more to the room than you, he asked, “Are you happy with me, y/n?”

You lifted your face up from his chest and answered quickly with no hesitation. “Of course I am. Why would I not be?” You furrowed your brows as you scanned his face. “Where is this coming from, baby?”

“Nothing,” Kihyun mumbled without meeting your eyes.

You drew yourself up onto your elbows and crawled up higher so you and Kihyun could be face to face. “Does my family bother you?”

“What? No,” Kihyun replied.

You smiled softly down at him as you brushed some hair off his forehead. “You’re not very convincing… but tell me this. Have you ever seen my parents in the house? Have you ever seen me interact with either of them?”

“No…” Kihyun answered slowly.

“Exactly. They don’t pay that much attention to me. But you on the other hand,” you paused to kiss his forehead, “give me all the attention I want, and I couldn’t be happier.”

Kihyun smiled and picked up your hand from his hair to kiss it and held it above his heart. He then said, “I am glad you feel that way y/n. I want to be able to make you happy. Every single day.”

“And you do. You make sure I eat, you reassure me when I am studying and can’t understand something. Plus you always turn up for all the boring errands I have to run. I don’t think there’s much else I could ask for,” you said while your fingers drummed against his chest soothingly.

You scooted back down to lie on his chest and continued your explanation. “Above all else, you make me feel protected.”

“Um princess, just because I am a biker, doesn’t mean I fight like one,” Kihyun replied.

You smacked his chest lightly. “You know that’s not what I mean. Besides, wasn’t it you who said I have absolutely no regard for my physical safety?”

“Babe, I think everyone who has ever met you would say the same,” Kihyun teased.

“Yeah ok fine.” You rolled your eyes. “But what I meant is that I feel like nothing bad could happen to me when I'm with you. And if something has gone wrong, being with you just makes everything better. It’s like you keep me away from all the bad things in my life.”

Kihyun ran his fingers through your hair while he worked through his thoughts out loud. “I don’t think I deserve praise like that. I don’t even know if I deserve to be with you.”

You buried your face into the crook of his neck. “Don’t say that. I don’t need you to give me everything in life. I just need you to keep loving me.”

The Present

Minhyuk, San and Wooyoung were all seated on the couches in the CEO’s office now. So far, you had explained all the good things that ever happened with Kihyun.

“So he was your first love then?” Minhyuk asked.

“More like her only love,” Wooyoung retorted.

“No, she actually had a pretty good run with Jongho. Her mother even started telling her to invite him on vacations,” Minhyuk explained.

Wooyoung rubbed his hands together. “Man that dinner with the navy is going to be good. Kihyun and Jongho going toe to toe…”

San smacked Wooyoung’s shoulder. “Bro she’s still your CEO, don’t say shit like that.”

Minhyuk ignored the two and asked you, “So how did you and Kihyun end things? We know it wasn’t on good terms but what happened?”

“He left me. Simple as,” you replied with a shrug.

“Left you? What, were you two married or something?” Wooyoung asked giggling.

“No, he just stopped talking to me one day,” you replied.

“Damn. That is cold. And low,” San said.

“No wonder you can’t even look at him during our meetings now,” Wooyoung said.

Minhyuk nodded along and added, “Glad someone else noticed.”

Everyone was quiet for a minute, until San said, “You should wear your sapphire earrings tonight and mess with his head, especially after what Wooyoung pulled in the elevator.”

The other two men turned to you for an explanation.

The Past

The night before your first classes, you and Kihyun were at his loft, spooning on his bed.

“I can’t take you to your first class tomorrow morning, but I know you’re going to do fine,” Kihyun said.

“I hope you’re right. But hey at least I studied over the holidays right?” You said.

Kihyun placed a couple kisses along your shoulder. “Honey, you know you didn’t have to do that. At this rate, you’re going to be able to write your exam with your eyes closed.”

You turned around in his arms to face him. Kihyun’s gentle, content smile faded when you pouted and asked, “What if you forget me while I am gone?”

Kihyun tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Princess, why would you think that?”

“Because you’ll keep working and racing, but I am going to study. You’re going to live your life independently, while I intern at my parents’ company,” you replied.

“But there's nothing bad with that, is there?” Kihyun asked. “You know you can come to my warehouse any time, except…”

“Except when I have class, I know,” you sighed.

Kihyun chuckled and continued. “If I am free, I can take you to class, or pick you up after? We can still do everything we’ve done all summer.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you said a little dejectedly and nuzzled your face into Kihyun’s chest.

Kihyun ran his fingers through your hair. “Don’t fall asleep baby. I still need to take you home.”

You whined and wriggled in his hold. “Can’t we just stay like this?”

“Alright. Just a little longer then, my love,” Kihyun said and pulled you in tighter.

When Kihyun did take you home, the time you spent saying goodbye outside your house was longer than the ride there. You were sitting sideways on his parked motorbike as he braced his hands on either side of your hips. You looped your hands around his shoulders, content to just stare at his beautiful face.

“I can see your roots now,” you giggled when you saw the streetlight fall on Kihyun’s hair.

“Mmm, remember that time you tried to dye it for me and got Cheeto fingers?” Kihyun grinned.

“I can’t believe you wanted a photo of me like that,” you said, smiling while looking down at your feet.

Kihyun placed his hands on your waist and said, “Hop down for me.” Once you did, he reached behind you to open the under-seat compartment of his motorcycle and took out a photo album. “This is for you.”

Curious, you took the album and started flicking through it. Pictures of you filled the pages, including the one of you with Cheeto fingers. Eventually the pages turned blank.

As if reading your mind, Kihyun said, “I left that section blank so you could add your favourite photos. Do you like it?”

“Kihyun… this is…” you gasped, struggling with your words. “Just… come here.”

You hooked your hand behind his neck and pulled his lips down to yours. As you sucked on his lower lip, he pushed his hips toward yours to hold you against his motorcycle. He leaned down further into the kiss, causing you to momentarily lose your footing. Your little surprised squeak was lost within the kiss as Kihyun entered his tongue into your mouth and made slow movements along the inside of your lips while you arched your back and practically clung to his shoulders.

When you both broke apart, breathless with puffy lips, Kihyun traced your cheekbone and the shell of your ear with his hand, his thumb finally reaching the little pearl earrings you were wearing.

“Pretty,” he breathed as he played with them. “There’s something for you at the end of the album.”

You opened the album again, leaning it against Kihyun’s chest while you flicked to the back. There was a thick envelope attached. Opening it, you found a pair of earrings with teardrop shaped blue stones.

“Will you put them on for me princess?” Kihyun asked as he tried to peer down at your face to gauge your reaction.

You nodded, and pulled out the little card the earrings were attached to.

“Can I take these off you?” Kihyun asked as he lifted his fingers to your pearl earrings.

“Okay.”

Kihyun gently pulled the clasp off each, and tucked the earring into his palm before fitting your new ones on you. When he was done, he scanned your face, admiring your new look. “You look amazing, just like always.”

When Kihyun took your hand to place your old earrings in them, you stopped him. “Keep it. Get Yunho to make them into cufflinks or something.”

The Present

As you got ready for the dinner, you thought over San’s suggestion. Eventually, you gave in and removed your diamond hoops to slide on Kihyun’s sapphire drop earrings before driving your car to the restaurant. The other executives were already waiting at the restaurant for you when you arrived.

Minhyuk waved you over once he saw you. “Miss y/n, you changed your earrings,” he said with a coy smile.

You smiled at the ground and nodded. Leave it to Minhyuk to cause just the right amount of chaos.

“Whoever picked them had a good eye eh?” Minhyuk said, glancing at Kihyun.

Kihyun’s eyes locked with yours at that moment, both of you searching each other’s faces for a reaction that neither of you were willing to give. Kihyun looked away first, and played with the cufflinks of his suit jacket.

“Shall we go in then, Miss y/n?” Kihyun asked and you nodded.

Kihyun walked beside you, looking straight ahead as he led you and the other executives through to the restaurant.. It was the closest you’d stood to him in a long time, so you took the opportunity to give him a sidelong glance and take in his features. Simply put, you were staring, until you eventually got lost in his beauty.

“You look good, y/n.” Kihyun whispered, more to himself than you.

“Hmm what huh?” You blinked, your reverie disrupted when you saw Kihyun speak but didn’t quite catch his words.

Kihyun turned, scanned your face for a few seconds, then smiled. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

He pushed open the door to a private room at the restaurant where the navy officers were already waiting, seated at the table. You immediately recognised Jongho but found another familiar face beside him.

“I.M.?” You gasped to yourself.

Changkyun stood up and walked around the table to you. “Yes noona, it’s me. Technically, it’s Commodore Im now, but you can call me Changkyun. IM was just my racing name.”

“I had no idea you went into the navy! And you’re an officer now? That’s amazing,” you gushed, happy to see a familiar face.

Behind you, Hoseok said to Kihyun, “Looks like your friend is hers now. She really does know everyone who is a someone.”

Kihyun clenched his jaw, but nodded. It’s not like he was worried Changkyun was flirting with you, but the fact that you were gushing over someone from your racing past while acting like you didn’t even remember Kihyun when he first saw you, was irking him off. He walked up to you and Changkyun and touched your arm to get your attention.

Noticing Kihyun’s hand on your arm, Changkyun said, “Hyung, I didn’t know you got back together with noona.”

Instead of saying what he needed to, you and Kihyun sprang apart with his hand jolting off your arm. You knew Jongho at the table saw that. As did the rest of your executive team. You cleared your throat and spoke first, trying to reduce the awkward tension. “We’re not. He’s my investment director.”

“And she’s here on business today. Call her Miss y/n,” Kihyun told Changkyun, his voice growing steadily colder as he held Changkyun’s gaze.

You left Kihyun and Chankgyun to stare down at each other, moved toward the table and pulled out the chair at the middle to sit down. Your executive team followed suit and filled in the spaces beside you. Once they were comfortable, you turned to Minhyuk on your right. “Can you get things started?”

So Minhyuk opened a portfolio and took the navy officers through the architecture department’s designs. Hoseok stepped in each time a question was asked so Minhyuk wouldn’t have to lose his train of thought. The cost related questions were always directed to Kihyun. Hyunwoo and you sat observing it all. Finally, Minhyuk closed his portfolio and looked to you. It was your turn to grill the officers.

And usually, you would go about this in a calm, professional manner, but today, that was proving to be difficult.

“In order to proceed, my firm will need confirmation on by the end of the week,” you stated.

“And you’ll get it,” Jongho said without looking up from his notepad. You noted his insignia was that of a lieutenant.

You pursed your lips. “That didn’t sound reassuring,” you accidentally muttered out loud.

Thankfully (or not), Kihyun heard you and told Jongho, “MX can scrap the tender if we don’t receive confirmation.”

Jongho scoffed and pointed at you with his pen. “No you won’t. That one could never pass up a good deal.”

Your executives could sense the tension. Hyunwoo’s jaw was clenched, Kihyun’s eyes were narrowed and Hoseok was rubbing his knuckles together. Beside you, Minhyuk scrawled something on a sticky note and slid it over to you: stay calm, we’ll handle it. You looked between your executive team and nodded.

“MX has always made the most of resources its been given. Surely you can’t blame us for that,” Hyunwoo began, diplomatically.

“If you’re such a successful company, why would you need a government contract?” Another officer asked. His insignia said he was a commander.

You knew that question was intended for you as the CEO. The answer was simple: profit. But what’s a tactful way to say “military contracts pay big bucks?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Minhyuk tapped your wrist. Wait, he was silently telling you.

Just then, Hoseok stepped in. “MX is looking to expand the range of projects it takes on. Our portfolio is currently very heavy on commercial property.”

“Think of it as a defensive portfolio,” Minhyuk added, ever the mood-maker.

Kihyun rolled his eyes at the pun. Changkyun watched as you stifled a giggle and smirked, looking between you and Kihyun.

He then leaned down the table and asked, “Commander, is your question satisfied?”

“Yes, Commodore,” the lower ranked commander responded.

“Any more questions?”

“Yes, actually,” Jongho said, licking his lips as he spoke. “How does our y/n plan to handle any personal conflicts of interest during this project?”

“Excuse me?” Kihyun hissed, cocking his head. Minhyuk and Hoseok exchanged a worried glance.

You exhaled sharply through your nose and asked. “Is there a conflict of interest you’d like to expand on, Lieutenant? Or perhaps the Commodore?” You asked, looking between Jongho and his superior, Changkyun.

“I see no conflicts,” Changkyun shrugged.

“Commodore, are you aware the CEO of this firm has had two personal relationships with people on this table?” Jongho asked.

Now Changkyun looked confused. Two? Changkyun only knew of Kihyun.

Hyunwoo cleared his throat, hoping to be the peacemaker. “Miss y/n has many close relationships with industry figures. Its simply a byproduct of her schooling.”

“Oh y/n, how many men did you go through?” Jongho shook his head and cackled to himself.

“Lieutenant,” Changkyun warned. “This matter is not relevant.” He bowed his head to you. “I deeply apologise, Miss y/n.”

You heard the slamming of papers beside you from Kihyun. He was seething. “If there is anyone here that cannot handle past personal relationships, its you. This whole meeting, you have not once addressed Miss y/n properly. Instead, you demean her for a series of personal, non-business related, and need I say harmless, choices from her past. I think it’s very clear that this contract…”

“Yoo Kihyun,” you warned, getting him to stop his tirade before he said something you knew your company would regret.

“Oh this is hilarious. Y/n finally found the man who would protect her. Is that why you hired him? And not just him but that blondie too, passing you notes like it’s 4th grade?” Jongho mocked.

“Mmmm, alright, I see how it is,” you rolled your eyes and drawled.

Hoseok nudged Minhyuk almost excitedly. They knew this voice was reserved for when you were going to tear someone apart.

So you loosened a breath and began. ”Alright, Jongho, let’s talk about my personal relationships. If you and I ever had a meaningful personal relationship, then you would know that I draw the line with you insulting my staff. My architecture heads can cover projects in every single architectural discipline. My head engineer has had recruiters seek him out internationally. And my head of investments, the one you say I have a personal relationship with, has handled deals totalling more than this entire state’s military budget. But since you didn’t know any of that, it looks like we never had a meaningful personal relationship.”

Minhyuk smiled openly and proudly while watching you. Kihyun snickered behind his hand.

Taking a breath, you delivered the final blow. “Now Jongho, let me show you what a personal relationship looks like.” You faced Changkyun, and said in a sickly sweet voice, “Changkyunnie, will you do your noona a favour and get her ex-boyfriend to leave?”

Even the calm Hyunwoo’s jaw dropped open when he heard that. Several officers’ eyes widened too.

Changkyun held you gaze, smirking proudly while he spoke. “Lieutenant, you’re dismissed.”

The meeting wrapped up quickly after that. Chankgyun apologised several more times for his lieutenant’s behaviour and the remaining officers didn’t even make eye contact with you. Minhyuk would say that’s equal parts because of your speech and because of Kihyun glaring at anyone who looks your way. At the end of the meeting, Changkyun agreed to review your tender and forward you the contract to look over and sign if you still wished to proceed.

Outside the restaurant, the executives all headed to their own cars, making small talk as they went.

“What’s everyone’s weekend plans?” Hyunwoo asked while stretching his arms in the parking lot.

“My son’s visiting,” Hoseok replied. “His wife is pregnant now actually.”

You gasped excitedly. “Hoseok, that’s wonderful to hear. Let me know when to send something for the baby shower okay?”

Minhyuk laughed at that. “Look at you y/n, living vicariously through us. If you just want to buy small cute things, say that.”

“You know…” Hoseok began with a glint in his eye. “Y/n might not need to live vicariously anymore. I think she has someone, eh?”

“What? No, no, it’s not like that,” you laughed, a little awkwardly since you weren’t sure who the someone Hoseok was referring to was. To move things along, you prompted the others to share their weekend plans as well.

“I'll just work on my bike probably,” Kihyun said with a shrug.

“Bike? Did you know y/n is into that as well? She has a whole garage actually,” Hyunwoo said.

Kihyun’s interest piqued at that. Since when did you have your own garage? You never did any work on bikes back when you were 20. When did you start?

“Well I am just going to sleep. Maybe get lunch with Hyungwon,” Minhyuk added, while rummaging for his keys. By now, all five of you had reached your vehicles, all of which were parked close to each other.

“Sounds fun,” you said with a nod as you watched Minhyuk get into his horrendously yellow car that matched his sunshine personality.

Hoseok did the same, moving to his black Range Rover. As he unlocked the door, he turned round and said, “I almost forgot y/n. Enjoy your date this weekend.”

“Uh sorry, date?”

“Ah so it’s still the early stages then? That’s okay, you two will make a cute couple,” Hoseok said, while getting comfortable in his car.

Hyunwoo, who never kept up with the gossip, looked at you incredulously. “Oh have you met someone recently? What’s he like?”

“Didn’t you know? It’s Wooyoung from investments. You know, that boy that’s always hanging out with San,” Hoseok explained to Hyunwoo while he started his engine.

“Ahhh, I see, so you finally allowed San to set you up with someone. I’m sure he’s a very handsome fella then, just like San,” Hyunwoo replied as he too got into his car.

You didn’t get a chance to explain before both Hoseok and Hyunwoo closed their car doors, waved goodbye and drove away.

This left you and Kihyun in the parking lot.

Kihyun cleared his throat, and approached a motorbike that had been hidden behind the cars earlier. As Kihyun was putting on his helmet, he said, “I’ll get going then, y/n. See you…”

“I am not dating Wooyoung,” you blurted out, cutting off Kihyun.

Kihyun paused. So then what had he seen on the elevator during lunch? Kihyun swallowed and tried to speak tactfully. “I see. It’s okay. If this is about what Jongho said during dinner, don't worry, nobody is mad at you.”

You looked down at you feet to collect you thoughts before speaking. “I didn’t quite mean it like that but… oh well, doesn't matter.”

“Yes it does. I wish it went smoothly today. Then you wouldn’t have to be humiliated by Jongho like that,” Kihyun said with an edge to his voice. “I should have looked into it more when you said he was in the military.”

“Aww Ki, it’s not your fault,” you said gently, taking a step closer to him. Kihyun almost second guessed it when he heard the cute nickname, but you didn't seem to have noticed what you said as you continued speaking. “I am still grateful you had a contact.”

Kihyun chuckled softly. “Well, I think my so-called contact liked you more than he liked me.”

“True. I never thought your contact would be someone I’d recognise. Plus, we got lucky that Changkyun is a commodore,” you mused.

“Yeah he joined the navy sometime around when I sold the warehouse,” Kihyun added as he leaned against his bike, content to continue what was probably the longest conversation you two had shared so far.

You cocked your head, processing his words. “Wait, sold the warehouse? When was that?”

Kihyun’s eyes widened realising his mistake. “Uhh what I meant is I sold a warehouse, but it wasn’t mine.”

He pushed off his bike and stood up straighter while you made quick strides to him and closed the distance between you two. He didn’t make an attempt to move away from you. You stood so close you could could’ve caged him with you arms if they weren’t occupied by your bag.

He studied your face as you looked up at him with your brows scrunched. Kihyun wasn’t sure what you were about to do, and he was shocked by how cold your voice was when you spoke., “But you did sell your warehouse. The one we always met in.”

Kihyun didn’t reply. Neither could he meet your gaze at that.

You gave a mirthless chuckle and continued. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out? It took one day, one fucking day and a report my colleague handed me to find out what happened. To find out exactly who you sold that warehouse to.”

You were angry. You were hurt. Kihyun could see the tears pooling in your eyes and how you were clenching your fists. “Y/n, it’s not what you think,” he began.

You stepped even closer to him, chests almost brushing. “I am not an idiot Kihyun. That warehouse was private property, your property, and MX acquired it. My firm. You’ve seen me study property law so you know I know what that means.”

You started accentuating words with your fist so Kihyun clasped both of your clenched hands gently and brought them to his chest. “Y/n, baby, I was just trying to protect you.”

“What were you trying to do? Make me chase you by leaving the rights to that entire plot of land under my mother’s company? Was it to stake some claim so you could come crawling back one day?”

“Please, y/n, it’s not like that,” Kihyun said, biting his lip and looking down.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that?” Your voice became lower, punctuated with angry hisses. “You fucking sold your warehouse to my mother’s company, and disappeared without another word to me, asshole.”

“You’re right, princess, and you have every right to be mad at me,” Kihyun moved your closed fists to one hand and reached out to cup your face with his other hand, but you stopped him.

You loosened one of your hands from his grasp to grab his wrist and push his hand away from your face. “You don’t get to call me princess, not after what you did.”

“Baby, please believe me, it was the only way I could protect you,” Kihyun pleaded. He still kept one of your hands on his chest, while you brought his hand down to his side and lightly linked your fingers together.

In a more measured voice than earlier, you said, “Do you know what it was like to walk into that warehouse and find it empty? Do you know how it felt when the first project they gave me at MX was to redevelop your warehouse like it meant nothing to me?”

“Y/n, I am sorry. For everything,” he said.

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maximura · 2 years ago

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#Park Seonghwa #Seonghwa #Ateez #HBIC Energy #GangBoss Energy #CEO Energy #D*** Energy #Sl*tty Energy #GQMF Energy #yeah this took me a long time to tidy up #their waiting rooms are absolute chaos lol #as expected #but i have not moved on from this #and the gifs were not enough

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kflixnet · 9 months ago

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[MDNI] Check out our member Nat’s smut oneshot!

WITH SUGAR

♔ PAIRING — san x reader

♔ GENRE — smut, sugar daddy au, ceo au, sugar daddy!san, ceo!san, aged up!san, fem!reader, dom!san, sub!reader

♔ WARNINGS — smut, public sex (in an office/workplace), oral (f receiving), use of pet names (sweetheart/good girl), daddy/sir kink, sexual language

♔ WORD COUNT — 1.9k

♔ SUMMARY — “you have the sweetest taste. i’m addicted to it.”

your heels clacked rhythmically on the marble floor. the sound was hallow and echoed against the walls as you made your way through the hall. your vision was focused straight ahead, the few people that were around mere silhouettes in your periphery. you were steadfast, drawing closer to the all too familiar double doors you walked in and out of every day.

your grip tightened around the warm cup of coffee when you were only a few strides away from the double doors. you straightened your posture and inhaled. this was all routine. you did this every morning — deliver your boss’ coffee to him. just one of your many tasks as his secretary. you stopped just outside the doors and looked over the coffee cup, recounting in your head his exact order. he was very particular about how his coffee was prepared, and every morning you always felt a little nervous that something might be wrong or out of place. he was a man who knew what a liked and what he didn’t, and you were always eager to please.

your knuckles tapped against one of the doors to alert the man on the other side of your presence before you allowed yourself in. you were met with the usual sight of his grand office, with him dutifully working away at his desk in the center. as you approached, his head lifted to acknowledge you. on the outside you were every bit the collected secretary, but on the inside your heart was skipping at the sight of a small smile breaking across his face.

“ah, ms. y/l/n, you’ve arrived right on time.” san’s polite welcome made you smile as you neared his desk. he watched you as you placed his coffee in front of him, and smiled up at you with a nod. “as reliable as ever, ms. y/l/n.”

“of course, sir,” you responded gratefully. you took a few steps back to put some appropriate space between yourself and his desk before linking your hands behind your back. “is there anything else i can do for you, mr. choi?”

he reached for his coffee as he shook his head. “no, you’re good to go. i’ll send for you as needed, of course.” you nodded once just as he brought the cup to his lips, turning towards the doorway to make your exit. you were only a few strides away before your name was called.

“ms. y/l/n, how exactly did you order my coffee this morning?” you turned to see him eyeing his coffee with furrowed brows.

your heart fluttered. “i ordered it as i always do, sir. i even made sure to ask for extra sugar, just the way you like.”

san frowned at his cup of coffee as he placed it on his desk. he pushed it further away from him like it disgusted him to even look at it. “it wasn’t nearly sweet enough. much too bitter for my liking. certainly someone forgot the extra sugar.”

“perhaps i can revisit the cafe, and get you a new coffee —”

he waved dismissively. “don’t worry about it.” he sighed and stood from his chair. he stepped around the desk, drawing closer to you while you remained in place. with every step closer, the air inside the office changed. you weren’t sure when or why it had happened, but a switch had been flipped. the man before you morphed from your boss to something way less professional, something you typically only saw after office hours.

your breath caught in your throat when his hands grazed your sides, his fingers running along the dip of your waist. you were overwhelmed by his proximity and the scent of his cologne. you met his gaze which had grown much darker now, much more dangerous. you opened your mouth to speak, but he quieted you with a thumb to your lips.

“i think i have a much better idea to make up for the lack of sugar,” san said, voice low and sultry. he smirked, and you felt butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach. “bend over my desk, and take off your panties.”

your face was hot from his words. “wait, are you sure —”

“yes, now do as i say, sweetheart.”

sweetheart. when he called you that, you always did as you were told. your dynamic with him went beyond that of a ceo and his secretary. he showered you with riches, and you gave him your body. it was a win-win situation for you, though you never imagined he’d ever attempt to explore this part of your relationship in his own office during hours. your front met the edge of his desk, and after pushing away some of the paperwork, you leaned forward until you were pressed flat over it.

“panties. off.” his voice was firm. you hiked your dress up over your hips, exposing yourself to his view. you pulled at the lace fabric of your panties, slipping them down your thighs until they fell on their own to the floor around your ankles. you kicked them to side, and now you were fully bare for the man just behind you. you heard his shoes against the floor as he closed the distance between you.

you sighed when his clothed erection pressed into you. you moaned at the hardness of him, skin erupting in goosebumps when his hands palmed your ass.

“that’s a good girl,” he praised, and though you couldn’t see it, he smirked at the sight of you beneath him, bent over his desk. “now, stay just like this for me. you can keep quiet, can’t you?”

before you could answer, two of his fingers rubbed at your clit. you bit your lip hard, and nodded at him. you feared that if you tried to speak, moans would spill out. you remained mostly silent while his fingers toyed with your sex, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what he did next.

san was on his knees, your pussy right in his face. he was so quick you almost didn’t even register that he’d moved until you felt the press of his tongue against your clit. his tongue licked a long stripe over your folds, collecting your wetness. he groaned just as your back arched.

“san!” his name escaped your lips at the jolt of pleasure. just the mere press of his tongue against you had you arching over his desk. his hands gripped your thighs tightly.

san pulled his tongue away from you at the sound of his own name. “i’m sorry, what was that, sweetheart?”

you realized your mistake. “daddy,” you amended. you felt him kiss your sex and mewled at the contact.

“that’s better. now,” san sucked on your clit, “be quiet. wouldn’t want the others in the office to hear me make a mess of you, would we?”

you responded with a simple nod, though you weren’t sure he could even see it from his place on the floor. you relaxed over the desk just as he resumed his feasting, face pressing into the cool, wooden surface. you felt immensely exposed like this, dress hiked up your body and lower half bare, san beneath you with his face full of your cunt. from this angle, anyone could’ve walked in and had a direct view of the debauchery unfolding here. the doors were not locked, and as ceo, san was certainly a popular man amongst the office. the threat of being caught didn’t seem to bother him, and to be honest, you felt excitement when you should’ve felt nervous. there wasn’t much room to think of anything other than his tongue and the pleasure it provided.

san’s tongue lapped at your cunt like it was the most delectable meal he’d ever tasted, like it was some sweet treat he’d been craving. he inhaled your scent and savored the flavor of you. there was something intoxicating about your pussy, something so addicting. san definitely had a sweet tooth, and you were the perfect indulgence. he found himself unable to pull away, not even caring for the need to breathe. he sucked on your clit and released it with a pop! “you have the sweetest taste. i’m addicted to it.”

you couldn’t respond, not when it was taking everything in your power not to dissolve into a moaning mess on his desk. you lifted your head to gaze outside the large window, watching the concrete jungle outside. the city was bustling and busy as usual, all the people within the buildings nearby unaware of the sin happening within this office. you hoped the city view would offer some sort of a distraction, but san’s tongue plunging into your hole took up every single one of your senses and flooded them with pleasure. you covered your mouth with your hand when a moan came dangerously close to slipping out.

“you’re sweeter than sugar, sweetheart. and i’d be happy to let my teeth rot if it meant i could have you on my tongue forever.” san’s words were whispered against your sex like a reverent promise. his lips moved over you while his spoke, only pushing you closer to the edge. “doing so good for me, so so good.”

his praise offered some encouragement as you began to grow insane from the pleasure. you were biting your hand now just to keep quiet. you needed to cum soon or else you’d end up disobeying him. your hips began to move, grinding your sex against his face in desperation.

san laughed, grip on your thighs tightening to keep your hips still. “is my sweetheart desperate to cum, huh?” when you didn’t respond verbally, he patted your thigh. “use your words, sweetheart.”

you exhaled shakily, releasing your hand from your mouth. “yes, daddy. i need to cum so bad…”

he hummed, using his thumbs to spread your pussy open. you were absolutely soaked, slick glistening over your folds. he almost came in his pants from the sight. “okay, sweetheart. cum for me like the good little girl you are.”

he fucked you with his tongue until stars exploded in your vision. you came on his tongue in a rush, pleasure surging through your veins. you shook over his desk, crumbling under the weight of the euphoria. san lapped and sucked until you began to come down from the high. you felt him trail kisses on your thighs before he got up from his knees.

san pulled your dress down to cover you. “you did so well for me.” his gaze shifted to the long forgotten cup of coffee sitting on his desk not too far from you. “and you were better than any sweetener.”

with his help, you lifted from his desk to stand. your legs were wobbly in your post orgasm state, and you wished you hadn’t decided to wear heels. your eyes found san’s before dropping to his still hardened cock. “daddy, what about you?”

san chuckled as he looked down. he was throbbing in his pants, cock feeling more than a little neglected. “we’ll worry about that later, sweetheart. i need you to go back to work now.”

you watched him reach down to retrieve your panties. heat rose to your cheeks. when you reached to take them, he jerked them just out of your grasp. you looked at him with confusion.

he smirked, stuffing the panties into his suit pocket. “i didn’t say you’d be getting these back. we are far from finished, sweetheart.” he leaned forward to graze his lips across your ear. “i will see you again after hours like usual. now, go back to work, ms. y/l/n.”

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armpirate · 3 months ago

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Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 25

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Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with.

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position.

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel.

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it.

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 22 minutes

Chapter warnings: smut, dom!San x sub!reader, BDSM, bondage, wax play, sex filming, dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), female masturbation

San walked a few steps in front of her, dragging both of their suitcases while her friends surrounded her, absorbing every bit of Y/n before she was gone for Seoul back again. He kept the distance, he gave them those last few minutes of privacy in person before she was gone again. Although she wasn't quite sure whether he kept that distance because of her friends or because of what happened the previous night.

After they left the club, San went back to the hotel with her, air filled with both of their nervousness and uneasy energy before they chose to part ways to their respective rooms. And, in the morning, the situation didn't change that much.

—Eat a lot —Lizzie mentioned, when they parted ways.

—You sound like her mother —Rosie buffed.

—I eat well.

—Keep calling us like you've been doing until now —Joanne asked, patting her upper arm.

—And keep us updated —Rosie giggled.

Subtlety wasn't her friend, peeking over Y/n's shoulder to give a mischievous glance at San while smirking.

—Does he have a friend? —her eyes were back on her friend's.

—He does, but I won't do that to him.

She didn't have much contact with Wooyoung, but the little she saw of him, she could see he was gentle and sweet, and Rosie would walk over him like a truck without looking back.

—Hmm... I'll find his social media.

Nothing scared her more than that level of a threat.

—Call us if something happens —Joanne interrupted, pulling her in for a hug—. We're miles away, but we will be there for you when you need us.

—Of course —Lizzie joined the hug, wrapping her arms around Joanne's, barely touching Y/n.

—I'll miss this so much again —Rosie whined, before moving her arms around her other three friends.

When they all started moving back to free one another from the embrace, they realized the full group wouldn't be complete once again, unsure of how long they'd have to wait to be like that again. The three of them remained together, watching the youngest one go, walking towards a calm San -who was just looking at the scene with a barely perceptible smile.

An hour later, they were sitting next to each other on the plane, trying to keep each other distracted from the fact that neither of them knew how to start a conversation about what happened the previous night. It was something they needed to discuss, they both knew how to drag the conversation towards it, but they weren't sure whether the other one was ready to discuss it.

—I didn't come here to study —he mentioned out of nowhere.

Y/n frowned, eyes moving away from her phone to look at San, whose eyes landed on her with an uneasy look.

—My mother left when I was a kid —he continued, lowering his voice so no one else would hear—. I lived here because, as I grew up, the reasons I was given made less sense the more I heard them. And I wanted to get those answers by myself. Hear it from the horse's mouth, before letting go of all of this.

Y/n didn't understand why he was telling her that, or how he felt the need to open up to her that way, but she didn't stop him. While San knew perfectly fine why he was doing it. He knew everything about her, she was an open book to him, she was transparent while his darkness didn't allow her to see past the facade he wanted everyone to see. In order to let her feel comfortable, to build that connection that allowed her to trust everything about him, he needed to give her a little more than what the rest knew.

—Did you get to find her? —she dared to ask.

San's smile was sad, with his head falling low, before nodding.

—The first time in years I saw her it was in her grave —he sighed.

It was instinctive, almost without thinking. Her hand laid on his forearm, pressing the fabric of his sweater to give him comfort for it.

—You know, I never saw her again. Not once. After she left.

Y/n's heart clenched at the rawness in his tone, the kind of pain that comes from years of burying something too deep. She stayed quiet, letting him continue at his own pace.

—She didn't leave a note. Didn't take much with her. I didn't even know where she went. For years, I didn't know if she was dead or alive —he paused, his hand running through his hair in a rare moment of vulnerability—. I used to think she'd come back, at least for me. But she never did. I heard... I remembered she used to talk about London when I was little. She had family there, so I thought it was a good hint to follow.

Y/n swallowed, the sadness in his voice hitting her like a punch. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like for him as a child, left with his father and that emptiness.

—The only time I ever got to see her —San repeated, his voice a shade colder— was when I found out she'd died. Those connections I told you about also sent me to where she was. But when I went to the apartment I was redirected... to a cemetery I'd never been to. And there she was, buried in a place that had nothing to do with us. It felt like I was meeting a stranger.

Y/n felt a lump rise in her throat as she listened, her fingers twisting in the fabric of the sweater.

—I'm so sorry, San.

He shook his head, but there was a tightness in his throat.

—She left me and my father behind to find something better, I guess. Maybe a life that wasn't full of his anger, his control. I understand why she left... I just wish she hadn't left me too.

Sometimes he was angry at her and how she sentenced him to look after a man who ruined her life, and who was also ruining his. He kept insisting how he'd never forgive that. Yet, at the same time, he kept thinking how it was more difficult for her. He remembered the pain in the letters she left for him, for the day he found her, how it hurt her to give up to her son so he'd have a better life than the one he'd have had if she had taken him with her.

She gently moved her hand up his arm, not saying anything for a moment, just letting her presence be felt. San glanced down at her, his eyes reflecting the pain he usually kept hidden behind his serious demeanor.

—I wish I'd had the chance to talk to her, to let her know that everything was fine —he said, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper—. But all I have is that cemetery, where I never got to say goodbye.

Y/n felt her heart break for him, for the little boy who had lost his mother and never had the closure he deserved. She wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault, that he was enough, but the words seemed too small for the depth of his loss.

Seeing that side of him, so fragile and human, gave him a whole different perspective of him.

—Do you visit her? —she asked softly.

—Whenever I'm in London —San nodded—. Even if it makes no sense for me to be there.

Y/N leaned her head lightly against his arm, trying to offer comfort in the only way she knew how.

—You were just a kid when all that happened. And you tried to find her. It makes sense for you to be there whenever you get the chance.

He exhaled slowly, as if releasing some of the tension that had built up over the years.

—I know. But sometimes, it still feels like I'm standing at that cemetery, waiting for answers I'll never get.

Y/n stayed close, her warmth grounding him in the moment. San didn't respond right away, but he rested his hand lightly over hers, giving it a small squeeze. The weight of his past still lingered, but in that quiet, shared space, it felt a little less heavy.

—Your parents were fresh air for me —he admitted—. They dealt with the divorce so naturally... And even though they're separating, I could still see neither of them had ill hopes for each other.

Her eyes were lost in one of the screws on the plastic plate on the seat in front of her. For no reason, whatsoever. Her mind was filled with thoughts, trying to understand why he was opening up that way.

—I want you to trust me the same way you're allowing me to trust you —he spoke softly.

—This is because of what happened last night, right?

He was getting ready to deny his intentions, but when her eyes trapped his, he knew there was no escape to it.

—You barely know anything about me. And if I want you to trust me with that...

—I trust you —she simply answered, sitting back straight—. I don't need to know every dark place in your past, when you're clearly not ready to talk about it —she shrugged—. It's not my place to know either.

But somehow, for San, he did think it was her place to know, it was his comfort zone to open up and talk about those things he had kept to himself since he knew of them.

—Last night... —she sighed— I don't think I was ready for what happened last night —she admitted—. It doesn't mean I wasn't ready because I don't trust you, but because I let the noise from outside ruin it. To be fair, with all the whips and handcuffs, you're the person who's made me feel the safest in sex —she spoke softly, voice coming out almost like a whisper, so only the two of them would hear.

It took him one word, and he stopped it all. She was scared to feel judged, to feel forced to continue if he insisted on how she needed to calm down and let her body relax. Insted, he stopped, he praised her for being vocal and reassured her everything will be fine. He respected her space, he treasured her comfort. There wasn't anything that made him trustworthy more than that.

—Actually, your reaction made me realize I was overthinking —she admitted.

—About what?

—Daphne... —her eyes moved away from his as soon as she was getting ready to dig in her thoughts, but two of his fingers trapping her chin to look at him stopped her—. I kept thinking that maybe you needed... someone else. Someone who fitted you and knew what you wanted.

—Well, Y/n —he sighed—, what I want is you —he confessed—: tied up, with your arms around me, in front of everyone, just the two of us... I want you in every single way you could imagine, and more. Maybe I should have reminded you better —he patted her thigh—. Don't worry though. I will when we land in Seoul.

Her blood rushed fast in excitement, eager for what was to come as soon as the plane landed back in the city where they got out from.

She thought he'd have forgotten about it after ten hours, but what she didn't know was that he was thinking of a way to show her she belonged to him, and how that meant he'd cherish her and value every single action just to assure himself of her well-being.

His grip was gentle, yet firm, around her wrist as he guided her to the Spadix, which was a huge contrast with the moment they had shared in the airplane. The conversation wasn't deep, more like related to anything random they both came up with, but the atmosphere turned heavier once they got inside his car in the airport. And she should've seen it coming when he drove to Kalla instead of anywhere else.

They walked across the Spadix, sneaking inside one of the private rooms, moving away from the club, which was completely empty.

In that other space, the furniture and the rack -with a few lashes and whips- were placed in the middle, for the obvious reasons she already knew. But there it was distributed all over the room.

Opposite to the door, there was a bed that, although it was stuck on the floor, seemed to be elevated by the chains that raised from each corner to the ceiling. At the left, there was a long rack with whips of different lengths and thickness hanging, on the right a low shelf with several things on it she wasn't able to see properly from the place she was standing at. Nex to that shelf, there was something that looked like that jumping box she always hated to jump on in school, although it was made of leather and had two long arms, that she guessed could be to support her legs there. All of that, mixed with the purple lights that brightened the back of the bed made it seem so intimidating.

—I want to film this session —he confessed—. I'll place the phone in front of the bed, in that rack over there.

He wanted her to get used to the feeling of being watched, despite not being watched at all.

—I thought phones were forbidden —her eyebrow lifted.

—It's just the two of us in the club —he commented—. That rule only applies when there's more people that I can't control —his smile was so calming.

—Okay —she nodded, responding to his smile.

After her response, San moved away from her, walking towards the rack filled with whips to play the phone at a level that would give it a good perspective of the bed. After he started recording, his steps were careful towards her.

—Y/n, get naked —he demanded in a harsh voice.

When she turned to him, San's hands were resting on his hips, giving her that tilted serious look that turned her on more than she'd like to admit. She tried to hold back the excited smile that was decorating her face as she got herself to work in taking off her jumper and unzipping her wasted jeans, sliding her fabric down her curves and letting it fall to the ground, with her panties following right after.

Her guts twisted in pleasure under his attentive gaze. His eyes moved over her body, slowly tracing every centimeter in her exposed skin, examining every corner from her head to her toes. His eyes moved up again, stopping in her lower stomach, before he smirked to himself and went back to looking at her in the eyes.

—Hmm —he thought, stepping towards her to move the tip of his fingers from the space between her breasts to her belly button.

There was something so annoying, yet so hot about him not speaking up that Y/n almost called him out for that. Almost, because San walked next to her before she was able to say a word, moving past her to make his way to the shelf.

Her heart skipped a beat when, on his way there, he took his coat off and left it hanging over that weird jumping box, making her gulp so loud among the silence that it was impossible for it to go unnoticed by San.

—Did you think I'd fuck you there? —he scoffed, looking over the things in front of him— I have other plans.

Y/n hoped it was just a bluff, and San was trying to intimidate her.

Carrying a small crystal pot, something that seemed like a long lighter and another thing that seemed to be a ball gag, he aimed for the bed.

—Come —he said without looking at her.

She dragged her feet over the cold floor, stopping at the edge of the bed while she looked at him with lamb eyes -as if that were to change whatever he was planning to do. It wasn't like he even gave her the chance, because he didn't look her way while he placed those things on the bed, in front of him.

He was bothered at himself, the thought of Y/n not feeling enough annoyed him. He was annoyed at the way he allowed those thoughts in her head without seeing them. But he was also annoyed at how she kept it from him the previous night. Communication was key, and it was something she still needed to work on.

—Lie on the bed, with your back facing the door.

Her heart pumped against her chest harder when she was able to see better what was inside the pot as she crawled to the middle.

A candle?

She mentally scoffed, thinking he was going to try to turn all that filthy room into their cute and romantic corner with one simple candle.

San finally looked down at her, with one of his eyebrows slightly lifted, rolling up the sleeves of white turtleneck. He didn't say a word when he gently placed his hands on her shoulder, pressing gently on her skin to lead her to lie as she was told. His fingertips never left her skin, tracing her arm softly until he reached her wrist. Y/n was surprised when he raised her arm to the handcuff that was hanging on the chain, forced to follow his fingers, almost seeing the invisible line he was drawing, as he repeated the same motion with her left wrist.

—It seems like I haven't made clear my role in this relationship and what my words mean —San clicked his tongue—. So let me remind you, first of all, who's in charge and who do you belong to, hmm? Just so you can get in your head to trust everything I say without doubting me or yourself.

Seeing him reversed somehow added hardness to his features, making her gulp thick when he leaned slightly over her naked body to reach for the candle and the lighter. For a moment she had forgotten about the camera, until she managed to take a quick peek at the phone on her right.

Her body automatically squirmed when the tip of his finger traced some long lines on her belly, while he held the two things on his other hand, earning back her attention.

—Full attention on me only until I say so. I'll write my name here —he announced—, dripping the hot wax on your skin, so you remember every single character next time you think of doubting this —his fingers moved up, from her chest, moving across her throat until they stopped on her lower lip—. Safe word?

—Kalla —she answered, barely audible.

Her mind went blank for a moment, being filled with a million thoughts in a matter of seconds. Too busy admiring how serious San looked from her position, as he lit the candle and moved it in circles as soon as it started to melt, too into guessing how much that would possibly hurt.

Her back arched at the sudden contact with the hot liquid, which San started dripping from a safe height, in order to give it time to cool down before it reached body. That squirm of her body, along with the jingle of the chains on both of his sides, but with no safe word coming out of her lips, just gave him the green light to move the pot a bit lower. Her breathing was fast and heavy, with some whines getting stuck in her throat when she closed her lips together. The hotter the liquid felt on her skin, the harder the throbbing feeling in her core was. It was an involuntary response she couldn't explain, but that she definitely wouldn't fight. And the fact of being recorded while going through that, only filled her mind with lewd thoughts.

"산"

San hummed pleased when he saw the already dried wax forming his name in Korean. And he thought that never his name had seemed so beautiful and sexy as it did that night. Seeing her marked that way, with her thighs pressing against one another as she tried to find some release from the arousal that was building up made his dick twitch in his pants.

He blew out the candle, walking calmly to the shelf to leave it there along with the lighter, before he walked back to the same position he was in. Y/n heard his steps, dry and heavy, getting closer to where she was, mixed with the sound of his zip lowering.

—Open your mouth, kitten —his voice sounded so honeyed that it only added to the building pleasure that got her near insanity.

Her body reacted to his words faster than her brain could proceed them, as if she didn't belong to herself at that moment. With her lips parted, San sank his tip in her mouth, stroking the rest of his length slowly while her lips wrapped around him.

—I'm going to fuck this pretty mouth —he warned her, moving his hips forward with every word—, going to make your throat so sore you won't be able to say such nonesense for a while. And you are going to be a good girl, and take it.

Y/n felt her lips widening the more he sank in her mouth, making her move in a reflex when his tip reached throat. He didn't move, staying in the same position until he felt her lips enclosing around him, trying to dig deeper by herself. She was redirected back to her original position with one hand on her throat, forcing her to stay still before he started pounding into her mouth slowly.

Under his palm, San could feel the way the bulge on her throat appeared and disappeared with every thrust, along with some gags that only tempted his worst side to come out and take over the situation.

As he pounded in her mouth, increasing the speed with every thrust, he noticed the way her thighs were rubbed together, moving subtly along with her hips. It was a desperate attempt to relieve how needy she felt, finding the perfect way to rub her clit as she was restricted from using her own hands.

—Keep those legs open, kitten —the light slap on her nipple made her jump in surprise—. You'll only get pleasure when I say so.

As much as it hurted her, Y/n forced herself to spread her legs, feeling those juices leaking with every thrust he made and every sound that came out of her mouth. He was fucking her mouth like he wanted to fuck her pussy, making the drool roll down her cheeks to the floor, making a mess of her just like she was looking for.

Y/n was caught mid-breathing when San pulled out, making that inhale of breath loud and exaggerated.

She was too busy fighting for air to be aware of San taking his clothes off, leaving them neatly over his coat -and also picking up her clothes to leave them on top of it all.

When he was back in her field of vision, he was completely naked. Despite everything that happened, he looked serene and calm, joining her in the bed, already wrapped in a condom. The difference between the two of them was evident, making her hide her lower lip under her upper lip as if that would make a difference of how half of her face was covered in her own spit mixed with some of his precum.

—Look at the mess you made here —he clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he spread her legs—. Being marked and getting your face fucked got you like this. Or was it being filmed? I haven't even touched you and you're already dripping —a soft whine escaped her lips when his thumb dug through her folds.

After licking his finger, he twisted his head, leaning to his left to reach for the ball gag he had prepared.

—You know I love your moans, kitten. But today I don't want to hear a single word from you.

With that short explanation, he placed the uncomfortable strap around her head, keeping her from making any sound that wasn't a muffled whine. She stopped caring about it in a matter of seconds, as he slid his tip through her slit, rubbing her swollen clit in circles and moving down until he reached her entrance.

—I'm going to fuck you good, better than anyone out there could.

His words sounded like a promise, but also like the most dangerous threat that had ever been thrown at her, impossibly trying to swallow with that thing on her mouth.

She gripped on the handcuffs tight when he slid inside of her completely, with no previous warning. San only gave her a few seconds to get used to his size before he pounded into her, hard and fast, making their skin clap loud with every thrust while his fingers dug on her flesh like he wanted her to remember the next morning who she belonged to.

Her body bounced with every move he made, barely giving her time to concentrate on anything else that wasn't the friction of his tip on her walls and the sudden hits of his pelvis against her clit. She was at that point where she felt too weak to be able to hold herself back, she had reached that limit that night.

—Don't fucking cum —he hissed, feeling the way her walls clenched around him almost desperately for her high.

Y/n wanted to cry when he restrained her from cumming, accepting his words and making the biggest effort to follow his guidance.

San was covered in sweat. A too filthy vision to be real. The tip of his bangs were humid, falling over his eyes and forcing him to shake his head to move them away until they were back in the same position.

His expression changed in a matter of seconds. And she was able to tell what that meant, although she still waited for him to give her the permission to go on with what was forbidden minutes back.

Unexpectedly, he stopped. Her hands were freed from the handcuffs, the gag was thrown over the bed, and he flipped her body like she weighed nothing, with her belly resting against the mattress while his hands, tangled in her hair, kept her face against the sheets, facing the camera.

His other hand moved to her hips, lifting them just enough to slide back inside her humid channel, angling her almost perfectly so her swollen button would rub against the mattress with each thrust he made.

—That's it. Let me hear you —he praised her, when the first moan escaped her lips out of her control—. I want you to see and hear yourself what others will see, and think twice if you want to keep this away from people.

Their bodies clapping kept sounding louder with each movement, her eyes kept shutting closed despite her attempts on keeping them open, and her moans mixed with his groan in the most sensual synergy she had never been a witness of.

—Cum for the camera —he encouraged—. Let me show you what got me so hooked for you.

He didn't need to say anything else, or motivate her any higher. Her body responded to his words almost instantly, making her body malfunction for a few seconds.

A savage groan, coming out from the depths of his chest, announced he had reached his high, still pumping his dick, lowering the power of his thrusts until he stopped moving. He breathed, lowering his shoulders before he pulled out.

San didn't move away. His hands left her body, only to rest on both sides of her head, so the full weight of his body wouldn't fall over her when he pressed his chest against her back, giving soft kisses on her shoulder.

—Bring the phone. I'm not done yet.

Her legs felt weak, her steps were unsure, and her heart was bumping against her ribcage as if it was going to break it, yet she still moved under the small space he gave her to pick up his phone and return to him.

San dragged his body over the bed, sitting in the middle and motioning her to sit in between his legs. He separated her thighs once she did, hooking his knees under hers to part them, one hand on her inner thigh, while the other set up the recording so she'd watch it.

It was so strange for her to see herself like that, but it was even more difficult to explain the hot rush that burned her skin as the video progressed with everything that happened between them in that room. She hummed when his fingers started digging through her folds, avoiding her clit for a few seconds, until she started getting covered with wax on the video.

The movement of his fingers was calm, in sync with the vibe in the video, changing to adapt to the new aura once he heard her whines through the gag, circling her clit a bit faster to get the same reaction from her.

—It turns you on to see you like this —he whispered, kissing her shoulder—. Imagine what it's like for those around you. If any of the people watching last night thought something, it was how much they hated not being the one giving you all this pleasure —he assured her.

He rubbed her clit in between two of his fingers, before he started making faster circles to earn a new moan from her.

—You're so fucking beautiful —he praised her again.

He edged her, he guided her to a new orgasm, making sure it'd overlap with the one in the video, before he felt Y/n melting in his arms once again, product of being aware of the goddess she indeed was.

Her head fell on his shoulder, shaky breathing while earning back some strength after the orgasm.

She needed to start trusting herself, and San was going to be there for her to teach her.

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❥ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ [ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ]

ヾ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ᴄᴇᴏ! ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ x ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ! ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ヾɢᴇɴʀᴇ : ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴋɪᴍ ᴀᴜ, ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ.

ヾᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴇᴛᴄ.

ヾᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ : @azriel-owns-my-heart @taehyungisminee @toxicccred @cherryxsang @k-drizzle @kodzukein @yvyvluvr @michel-angelhoe @kbitties @babygurl-hoshi @hellokittyslnt @ate-ez @main-shoota123 @atinyreads @hyunjaespresent-deobi @magnificentdestinytaco @deltamoon666 @ad0rechuu @crimsonstarsofthenight

[ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱᴋ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ]

[ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ : ʜᴇʀᴇ]

ヾꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴇꜱᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ'ꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɴᴀʀᴄɪꜱꜱɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴇᴏ, ꜰᴏʀ ꜱɪx ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ꜱᴏ, ꜰɪʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙɪɢ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ʜɪᴛ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ ꜱᴏᴏɴᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜʀɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.

ヾᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ :

❥ ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ʏ/ɴ, ᴀ 24 ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ꜰɪᴇꜱᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 18 ꜱᴏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ʙɪʟʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ'ꜱ ᴅᴇʙᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ.

ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙɪᴛ ʙʏ ʙɪᴛ. ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ꜱɪɢɴ ᴏꜰ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

❥ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ, ꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ, ɴᴀʀᴄɪꜱꜱɪꜱᴛɪᴄ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʙᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴇꜱᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘ, ꜱᴏᴏɴ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪx ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪɢɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.

ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴊᴇʀᴋʏ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ?

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Crown and Chrome - Chapter 4

Synopsis: Precious moments from your past with Kihyun

Word count: 3.6k

Triggers: smut - oral (m and f receiving), fingering

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The Past

You fell on to your bed dazed. Had you really just said yes to dating a biker? Yes, you did, because he made butterflies erupt in your stomach like nobody else ever had. You were at the warehouse each day now. Usually, you brought something to keep yourself entertained with while Kihyun worked. Occasionally, he’d ask you to grab him tools or snacks from his kitchen. Each time he asked you for something, he’d call you princess, baby, sweetheart, love and so many other pet names.

———

You were on the couch, doing some prep work for your university classes (yes, you’re that studious) but kept getting distracted by Kihyun who was working on a bike in the warehouse. His oversized t-shirt draped like a cloud over his body, and you kept wondering what it would be like to slip your hands under his clothes. You’d only been together for a week now, and he kept his touch minimal, but you were getting antsy.

“Ah fu- where did I put those nuts?” Kihyun muttered as he stood up from his crouched position beside a bike and looked along the shelves lining the workshop.

You smiled to yourself, knowing which set he was referring to because you’d noticed it a few days earlier. You got up off the couch, walked to stand beside him and took his hand to point out the correct box. Kihyun took it down, and you saw there were some grease smudges and stains on his clothes and skin. Even though the fans were switched on, the heat was making his skin glisten with sweat.

“Thank you, love,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and placing a kiss to your temple.

You spun to face him, and his arm fell to your waist while he balanced the box of nuts, bolts and whatnot in his other hand.

“Yes, baby?”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Can you kiss me again?”

Kihyun smiled softly at you. “Can you give me a second to clean up, baby? I don’t want to get grease on you.”

“Grease can be washed off right?” You asked while playing with the neckline of his t-shirt.

Kihyun hummed and lifted his hand to cup your cheek but stopped when he noticed the grease on his fingers. “Are you hungry princess?”

“No, I just want you to kiss me,” you pouted.

Kihyun chuckled. “So you are hungry, but for me. God you’re adorable.”

He leaned down and ghosted his lips over yours, testing for your reaction. When you tightened your hold around him, he started moving his lips, kissing you properly. That was your first kiss together.

———

When Kihyun found out that you either ate out or ordered food to the warehouse because you couldn’t cook, he started making lunch each day because he wanted to make sure you ate healthy. When you did go out for a meal, Kihyun insisted on paying, even though you told him you have your own money and can take care of yourself. You still had a couple months until your university classes started, so you were trying to make the most of it by spending every waking minute with Kihyun.

———

It was New Year’s Day, and you asked him if he wanted to go down south to see the fireworks. You had also been eyeing a new seafood restaurant in that region for months. That day, you would discover exactly how much Kihyun hated seafood. You didn’t think it necessary to inform him beforehand, but he handled it like a champ. Unfortunately, while you ate a literal seafood platter, he had to satisfy himself with chips and aioli.

After a dinner which was satisfactory for only one of you, it was time to watch the fireworks at the beach. Kihyun came prepared with a blanket. You sat down between his legs with your back against his chest. He’d run his hands over your arms to warm you up whenever the sea breeze hit. Sometimes he would press kisses to your neck and shoulders, murmuring in agreement each time you said the fireworks were pretty.

You two sat there even after the fireworks finished. By now, Kihyun was placing wet kisses along your shoulders, dragging his tongue on your skin and letting the sea breeze do its work making you shiver. You leaned your head back, giving Kihyun more access. He complied dutifully, sucking hard on one particular spot.

You fingers dug into his thighs as you moaned his name. “Oh Kihyun, oh baby, what are you doing?”

“Getting you warmed up,” he replied as one of his hands trailed up and down your thigh languidly. He was teasing you, taking his hand so close to the centre between your legs before dragging it away again.

Finally, you took his hand and guided it to the waistband of your pants. Kihyun didn’t resist when you slipped it inside. You guided his finger through your folders then started rubbing your clit with it.

“Oh fuck baby,” Kihyun groaned, gently biting your shoulder. He kept circling your clit while you dipped your finger lower to collect some of your wetness on your fingers.

“Wanna taste?” You asked him as you held up your fingers.

Kihyun leaned down and licked your fingers. “I can’t wait to go home and devour you.”

His own fingers started probing your hole as he gently pushed one in. He pumped it in a few times before adding a second one and you squeezed his thighs again as you felt the stretch.

“Kihyun… are you sure you can wait until we get home?” You said in between breaths.

“Do you want to test my patience princess?” He replied tauntingly.

His thumb pushed down harder on your clit.

“Ah fuck!” You cried, throwing your head back to rest against Kihyun’s shoulder. He slid other hand under your shirt to knead at your breasts, and his thumb rubbed circles over your nipples that were still covered by your bra. Your breaths steadily quickened, fanning his ear and jaw.

Kihyun smirked when he felt your shoulders pushing into his as you started lifting your hips up to buck into his fingers. “Getting close princess?”

You let out unintelligible groans, until…. mmm…nnnn…ahhh…

You let your head roll until you nuzzled Kihyun’s neck. Your breaths became calmer and deeper. Kihyun removed his hand from under your shirt, and adjusted it for you. He then gently removed his fingers from you, and wiped them off on some tissues he had in his bag. He moved aside a little, placed his arm on your back and slowly guided you down on to the beach towel.

“Lay down sweetheart. Will you let me clean you up?” He asked as he grabbed some more tissues. You looked up at him, with half lidded eyes and a slightly flushed face, and nodded.

Once you were clean, Kihyun lay down facing you. “Hey,” he said as he pulled you towards his chest.

“Hi,” you giggled. “Guess you’re not that patient huh?”

Kihyun placed his fingers under your chin and asked with a twinkle in his eye, “What makes you say that?”

“You couldn’t wait until we got home,” you replied.

“Oh gorgeous,” Kihyun smiled smugly. “There are so many things I am waiting to do with you. If I told you what they were, we won’t be going home for a long time.”

You whined and buried your face into his chest, making Kihyun laugh.

———

Another routine fixture of your relationship was the Saturday night race. Kihyun had bought you your own riding gear now, and he added Kikibebe patches to all of it too. But you kept wearing Kihyun’s own Kikibebe jacket, especially since you were his darling, the exact definition of a Kikibebe. Having gone to several races now, people were starting to recognise you, and you had even made a couple friends. It was an entirely unique social circle, much unlike the circles your well to do family ran in. The latest financial news was never the topic of conversation and people didn’t know whose child you were. You liked that anonymity.

You were just Kihyun’s girlfriend, here to support him during a championship qualifier race. The other partners of racers were going all out cheering as the last few laps started. You zeroed in on Kihyun. He wasn’t slated to win today despite being a fan favourite, but still, you could hope right? Plus he didn’t have to win to qualify if his lap time was decent. You watched as Kihyun overtook a few racers during the last lap. The finish line was there, just within reach. And he crossed it second place, losing first to an older, seasoned, biker.

You ran out of the stands towards the section of the race track that racers and their close friends or family would gather in after the race. You leaned against the fence there and watched as Kihyun took off his helmet and shook hands with the other racers before seeking you out. First Kihyun looked up into the stands, brow furrowing when he didn’t see you. It was cute.

You called out to him and waved. Kihyun’s face broke into the biggest smile ever as he jogged to you and practically crushed you into a hug.

“You did so well my love,” you said softly.

Kihyun pressed his lips to your temple. “Thank you for coming today.”

You pulled back slightly and brushed some of his sweaty hair off his forehead then leaned back in to press a kiss to his nose. “I’m proud of you.” Your fingers reached for the zip of his motorcycle jacket, but Kihyun wrapped a hand around yours and stopped you.

“Now what exactly are you doing there?”

You rolled your eyes. “Just let me hold you closer.” You sharply tugged down the zip, opening his jacket, before slipping your arms inside to wrap around his waist.

Kihyun chuckled as he felt your fingers tracing his toned muscles under his compression shirt. He let you hug him tighter, and snuggle your face into his chest.

“Baby,” Kihyun began as he smoothed down your hair. “You do need to let me go so I can get up on that podium for a few minutes.”

You grumbled something incoherent, making Kihyun laugh. He reached behind you to pry your hands off him.

“Hey, look at me?” Kihyun said so that you would lift your face up. “Give me 5 minutes to finish things off here, then we can go home and cuddle okay?”

Kihyun made good on that promise, but not in the way he thought he would. While riding back into the inner city suburbs, you asked Kihyun to drive to his house and pick up some clothes so he could stay the night at your house.

“My bathroom is that way, feel free to use any of my products. If you want anything else, let me know,” you said as you unlocked your front door and walked in. Kihyun paused in the doorway as he comprehended where he was.

“Are either of your parents here today?” Kihyun asked.

“No, thankfully. My mum has a meeting in another state.” You led Kihyun through your house until you reached the him bathroom. “Bath or shower?” You asked.

“Bath,” Kihyun answered.

You nodded and walked over to turn the tap on. You heard Kihyun slide off his jacket and place it on the sink counter. Smirking to yourself when you heard more fabric rustle, you turned away from the bathtub to watch as Kihyun took his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. But your smirk was soon replaced by equal parts awe and lust as you stared at Kihyun’s sculpted chest and abs. You slowly walked up to him, letting your gaze wash all over him.

Kihyun smirked when he caught you staring, and said, “Baby, stop drooling.”

“I can’t help it,” you murmured as you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked up at him. You pressed a kiss to his jaw and leaned your head down onto his shoulder. “Why’d you stop?”

Your trailed your fingers down to his chest to rest your hand there, gently drumming your fingers on the muscle.

“Stop what, darling?” Kihyun asked as he picked up your hand off his chest and kissed it. He encircled his other arm around your waist and gently swayed.

“Taking off your clothes,” you replied quietly, listening to how your voice would bounce off the bathroom tiles.

Kihyun didn’t reply immediately and continued swaying you. “I was waiting for you to leave,” he then admitted. “I wasn't sure if you would be comfortable with that.”

“Oh Kihyun,” you sighed, lifting your head up and smiling coyly as you cupped his cheek. “Let me show you exactly how comfortable I am.”

Holding his gaze, your dragged your hands down to his pants, undoing the buttons and zip before you reached inside. Holding his gaze and watching for his reaction, you closed your fingers around his shaft and pumped him slowly. Kihyun hissed at your touch, and his fingers on your waist dug into your skin, making you smirk in satisfaction.

“Relax baby,” you cooed and dropped to your knees. You roughly pulled his pants down and took the tip of his cock in your mouth.

You swirled your tongue along his tip then took in more of his length, until finally your nose grazed his pelvis. Kihyun threw his head back and swore as his hands came to grip your hair. When you pressed your tongue deep into the underside of his cock, and flicked his frenulum, his knees buckled and his fingers twisted further into your hair.

“Ohhh, uhh, y-y/n…” Kihyun spoke in between breaths. “Baby… if you keep… keep doing that… I am going to cum.”

You hummed as you took him into your mouth again, not really registering the meaning of his words.

“Oh, y/n, please, fuck, ugh!” Kihyun hissed and tugged on your hair to pull your mouth off him.

You looked up at him with adorable doe eyes and wet lips while Kihyun picked up the shirt he’d dropped on the floor to cum on it.

“What’s wrong?” You asked Kihyun in a small voice, still kneeling and feeling a little shy.

“Nothing baby. You’re perfect, I just didn’t want to overwhelm you. But I want to return the favour,” Kihyun replied as he helped you stand up. Then he looked over your shoulder. “Also, that bathtub looks like its about to overflow.”

You let out a small exclamation and ran to turn the tap off. While you did that, Kihyun kicked off his pants and walked towards you. Standing behind you, he ran his hands up and down your arms and leaned his chin down on your shoulder.

“Y/n,” Kihyun said in a low voice. “Turn around darling.”

You spun around, with Kihyun’s arms hanging loosely around your waist. You braced your hands on his chest. Kihyun’s face was a little flushed, and you could feel his semi-hard member against your leg.

“You should wash up baby. You had a hard race today,” you said.

Kihyun twirled a piece of your hair around his fingers. “There’s something I gotta do first.” He pushed the neckline of your top aside to place a kiss on your collarbone. “Aren’t you going to let me return the favour, love?”

Kihyun continued kissing your neck and shoulders, his kisses becoming harder and more frantic, sometimes sucking on the skin. You brought your hand to the back of his head, tangling your fingers into his hair.

Kihyun tightened his hands around your waist when he felt your legs shake a little. Kihyun unlatched his lips from your neck and moved you so your hips touched the bathroom counter. “Honey, sit up here.” With some support from Kihyun, you climbed up, and Kihyun slotted himself between your legs.

He then attacked your lips fiendishly, and you sank into the kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer, and felt the heat from his body seep through the motorcycle clothing you were still wearing.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Kihyun said between kisses. His hands which had originally been pushing down on the counter moved to undo your pants. You lifted your hips up, letting Kihyun pull the leather off, together with your underwear. You briefly gasped when the cold countertop touched your bare skin, but that was forgotten when Kihyun slipped his hands under your hips and pulled you to the edge. He let your legs hang off his shoulders, and you’d barely balanced yourself on your forearms when you felt Kihyun’s lips on your inner thigh, placing small kisses and working his way up to your core.

Kihyun could taste your juices the instant his tongue touched your outer lips. You let out shuddering breath and a low groan when you felt his tongue on you. You had been growing wetter since Kihyun started stripping and you knew you’d only leak more as Kihyun’s tongue continued probing your folds.

Your legs tried to jerk closed when his lips enclosed around your clit but his hands dug into your inner thighs, holding you in place. Kihyun then tucked an elbow near your thigh to free one of his hands. He continued his ministrations on your clit, alternating between sucking at your clit and stroking your folds with his tongue, and with his free hand he plunged two fingers into you. The squelches from your cunt mixed with your reverberating moans that only seemed to make Kihyun more eager to please. If the man had one goal, it was to have you drenched, and you knew the countertop would need wiping down afterwards. Eventually, your breathing began to tremble, much like your legs. You felt the tension in your stomach release, and if it wasn’t for Kihyun’s hold on you, your body would have crumpled even further onto the bathroom counter.

Kihyun gave you a few moments to catch your breath.

“Feeling good, love?” He asked and you nodded. “Can I lift you up?” He asked as he helped you sit up. You gave a breathless “okay.”

Kihyun slipped his hands under your hips to bring you closer to him. “Hold me tightly,” he said and you looped your arms around his shoulders and tightened your legs around his waist.

“I’m taking you to the bath,” Kihyun said as he carried your koala self to the bath tub. “Can you stand baby?” He asked as he set you down. He kept his arms around you to make sure you didn’t falter. When you seemed stable, he helped you discard your remaining clothes and helped you into the bathtub. Once you sat down, Kihyun walked around the bathroom, picking up the clothes strewn all over the place.

“Kihyun?” You called as you watched him.

“Yes sweetheart?” He replied without looking at you while he grabbed some tissues to wipe the counter space.

“Aren’t you going to join me here?” You asked. “The bath was supposed to be for you in the first place."

Kihyun looked up at you, his hand stopping mid-air in between wipes. “Would you like me to?” He asked with a nervous swallow.

“Do you not want to?” You asked, scrunching your eyebrows.

“Believe me, darling, I would love to, but I thought you would want privacy,” Kihyun replied.

“Really? Privacy?” You scoffed. “That’s funny coming from the man walking around naked in my house after he just had his face between my legs.”

Kihyun stared at you, unsure about whether you were annoyed or just teasing him.

You rolled your eyes in amazement. “Just get in. I want you with me.”

Kihyun grinned. “You don’t need to tell me twice.”

———

You rolled over and sat up on Kihyun’s bed, groaning when the sunlight hit your face. “It’s too early for this,” you mumbled.

Kihyun smiled, waving woken up from your movement. “You’re always welcome to sleep more. I don’t have any clients coming in.”

You smiled to yourself at his morning voice. “Hmm, but I have class soon.”

Kihyun sat up behind you and gently rubbed your shoulders. He placed a kiss on your neck and said, “I’ll make breakfast and drop you off then."

He slid out of bed while you remained there seated, stretching your arms. Letting out another groan, you fell back on to the pillows. “Why did I even stay up so late last night?"

From somewhere you couldn’t see, Kihyun replied a little distractedly, “I don’t know, darling, but this time it wasn’t my fault. Also, stay right there, just like that.”

You lifted your neck up, looking around the room, and saw Kihyun holding his camera, pointed at you. “I look like garbage, what are you doing?"

“Never, I repeat, never, say that about yourself,” Kihyun said as he snapped a photo of you. “You’re my whole world y/n.”

You cracked a wide smile at that and Kihyun snapped another photo. “God, how did I get this lucky? To be able to wake up next to you?”

You sat back up on the bed, clutching the blanket to your chest, amused at Kihyun.

He took a few steps closer to you. “Look towards that window,” he said and took another photo of you. Checking it, he said, “How is it that when you’re around everything else disappears? You look unreal in that light.”

He had lowered his camera now, so you tugged on his hand to get him to come closer to you.

Kihyun reached out to trace your face, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re like an angel y/n. And I am so scared you’ll leave."

You smiled back and replied. “I love you, Yoo Kihyun. Why would I ever leave?"

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ASKED FOR IT (PT2) || CHOI SAN

Read part 1 here: Asked For It

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Boyfriend!San x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings/tags: Idol!San, Established relationship, rough unprotected sex, light bondage (with his belt), oral sex, facefucking, pussyeating, dirty talk/foul language, degrading, namecalling (slut/whore), doggy style, hairpulling

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When you entered the dorm and went into San's room he was already waiting for you. He sat on his bed, wearing a white button up shirt with dark grey slacks, shiny and pointy shoes covering his feet. His shirt was slightly open, revealing his toned and pumped chest. His hair was styled backwards and in his hands he held his belt.

Exactly way you liked it.

''Wow, what a treat,'' you said, smirking as you dropped your bag and walked over to him. ''Mhm, thought I'd get on the whole sexy CEO look thing for you, since you're gonna have a long night, dear,'' San said. His smirk was dark, nearly evil and you knew he was going to absolutely ruin you tonight, punishing you for not making him cum.

''How thoughtful of you,'' you grinned as you stood in front of him. San got up, his big form towering over you. He grabbed your chin roughly with his hand, kissing you with so much passion and power you nearly fell to your knees. San had you pressed against the door, smacking it closed with a loud bang.

You felt his tongue on your lips, making you gasp and granting him access. San's hands explored your body as his tongue explored your mouth. You melt into his embrace as your lips mold together. There was no other explanation to the mess you were making in your panties than Choi San's tongue. It worked miracles on you everytime, no matter where he put it.

San broke off the kiss and took off your shirt and lacy bralette, licking your nipples and making you gasp as he ties your wrists together behind your back. ''S-San,'' you tried but he shook his head. ''You know better than to tease me and leave me hanging, princess, so now you're just going to take whatever I give to you, am I understood?''

''Yes, San, I understand,'' you nodded as San guided you to your knees. He unzipped his pants and dropped them, revealing his red, angry cock. ''You're gonna take, whatever I fucking give to you.''

He took a handfull of your hair, yanking on it, making you whine out. San saw this as a good chance to force his cock into your mouth. You felt it hit the back of your throat as he slid it in and out repeatedly. You tried so hard not to gag on his cock as he picked up the pace. He held your head in his hands as he fucked your mouth.

San's heavy balls slapped against your chin, making you yearn to have them in your mouth. You whined around San's cock, tapping on his thigh and making him pull out.

''Yes, angel?'' he asked with a softer voice, looking down on you to see if you were okay. ''I know, I will take whatever you give to me but maybe you wanna switch between your big delicious cock and your balls? I fucking love having both in my mouth, please,'' you begged.

San laughed at you and shook his head mockingly. ''Such a little cockslut, aren't you?''

Before you could answer he had already stuffed his balls in your mouth. You licked and sucked on them as much as you could, earning some low groans from your boyfriend.

''Such a good little slut, taking my balls like that, you like that huh? You fucking like that?''

You moaned around his length, clenching your thighs together. You nodded eagerly as San slapped his member on your cheek, before entering your mouth again, balls going back to slapping against your face.

Tears flowed down your cheeks as you kept on taking his cock. You were nearly full-on sobbing on his dick, clenching around nothing. San was grunting and groaning like an animal, having no mercy. ''Such a good little cockwhore, you like it huh? Well then fucking take it, take it baby, fucking take it, take my load, take my load baby, fuck. Take. It. Take. It, TAKE IT!''

San groaned loudly as he came in your mouth. There was no way you could have swallowed it all. San always cums with a generous amount, leaving you breathless. He pulls his member from your mouth, a thin string of saliva and cum still connected to your plump lips. The cum runs down your chin, dripping on your chest, making you hiss.

He helps you with getting up and taking you to the bed. San sits you down and slides down your skirt and panties. Immediately, you spread your legs instinctively, revealing your achingly wet core. San strips himself from his sexy CEO clothes too, sitting before you on his knees.

''Let me get a taste of that sweet little pussy, angel,'' San smirks as he dives down between your legs. You want to run your hands through his hair, want to pull it, but you are restrained by San's belt around your wrists.

You whined at the feeling of San's strong tongue deep inside your cunt. ''God, San, Yes,'' you moaned out. San was so eager to fuck you with his tongue, despite what you had done earlier. He was so good, never disappointing, and you could never get enough of him.

San was always like this. No matter what you did or how much you teased him, he wanted to have you writhing because of his touch. And you were, grinding your pussy on his face as you felt yourself come closer to climaxing. Before San could stop to tease you back, you came with a loud moan, spilling your juices on the idol's lips.

''Oh my God,'' you moaned out as San licked a stripe from the bottom to the top of your cunt. ''You're such a little whore... Cumming on my face after only a few minutes of my tongue?''

You whined as he moved you further on the bed, turning you over, nearly pushing your face in the matrass. San held onto your tied wrists with one of his hands as he guided his cock into your tight wet cunt with his other.

''O-Oh, San,'' you moaned out, feeling a burning sensation from the delicious stretch of his delicious cock. ''Be a good girl, okay? You are going to take my fucking dick as long as I want? Okay?''

You moaned as San pushed his cock as deep as he could, pistoning it in and out of your hole. You could not even form words so all you let out were murmured sounds, making him smirk at you. He had you at his mercy, completely. Always.

''You're fucking mine, you whore, you're mine, you're my body to fuck, my pussy to own, do you fucking understand?'' San grunted. All you let out were loud moans, muffled by the sheets half in your mouth, catching your drool.

''You are not in charge of me. You don't get to leave me hanging. You only get to get fucked and take my cum and I don't care if you can't take it, I don't care if it is too much, I don't fucking care because you are made to take my cock!''

''Y-Yes! Yes I am yours, I am yours, I am so fucking yours, fuck my pussy, please!''

San pulled your hair roughly, making you whine and cry out of pleasure. The stretch and the pulling were painful, but it was worth it. He was worth it. Everything he gave you was worth it. The cum that San was spilling inside of your cunt was so worth it.

He stayed hard and kept fucking you, making you think he had turned into some sort of sex God, completely ruining your pussy. But he filled you up so perfectly. The squelching of your wetness and his cum made you come undone on his cock.

You screamed out his name as your body shook roughly. San smirked and pounded you even harder, if that was even possible.

''Yes, yes, YES! Fuck me like you fucking mean it,'' you challenged him. You knew he loved it when you challenged and teased him with your words. Both of you knew what was gonna happen if you did, both of you wanted it to happen so you never cared.

''Yes baby, take my fucking dick, I fucking love fucking your cunt, I love your cunt baby, Take it!''

The tip of his member hit all your favourite spots. It didn't take long before San was moaning just as loud as you were, spilling his seeds inside your wet cunt once again.

You felt his chest and shoulders on your back, pressing you deeper into the matrass. You felt like you were gonna suffocate, but San was slowing down, clearly out of breath and stamina. He pulled out of you and took his belt off your wrists, breathing heavily.

You laid down with him, in his arms. The two of you smiled and just laid with each other in silence. You didn't need to speak, you didn't need to say a word. Your eyes told more than words ever could. Even with the roughest sex in the world, San still loved you. He always loves you. Always. Even when you asked for it with your teasing.

''ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING DONE YET? WERE YOU KILLING HER IN THERE?'' Seonghwa yelled, smacking the door with his hand, making the two of you laugh.

''TAKE IT. TAKE IT. YEAHHHH, BABY TAKE IT!'' Mingi imitated San with a rough voice. You laughed for a long time, cuddling with San.

''I'll kill them, for real, they've asked for it.''

#the end is the best #mdni #ateez #san #choi san #okay jk the smut part was better #but we love a tiny little bit of teasing san #hot ceo vibez?#well #i'm in #a111 recs ateez

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