Yonaofyourmom - Main4BahaBlastPls

Bangchan: This man gives you anything and everything you want so if you suggest trying toys together he'd definitely be willing to try it with you. He wouldn't let you lift a single hand because once he got the toy in his hand and notices the look on your face, he'd be dying to use it on you. He'd want you to focus on nothing but pleasure so you would happily lay in bed propped against pillows as he sits between your legs.

You chose a dildo but you got one that's larger than he is because he admitted he wanted to see your pussy trying to take something bigger and thicker. The words had you flushed and you told him his cock was perfect. (His own cock was thick as hell and stretched you completely and had the perfect length.) He smiles at your words and there was a sparkle in his eyes so you bought the dildo instantly.

He watches with dark eyes as he holds it to your mouth and you take it between your lips. He licks his own dry lips and pushes it in further until it makes you gag. It wasn't even halfway in your mouth before you struggled with it but it wasn't going to stop either one of you. He slowly pulls it back out only for you to chase it with your mouth. Once he feels it's wet enough he brings it down to your soaked cunt and presses it between your lips. You gasp and stare down as he pushes it inside of you. You groan and throw your head back as he pushes it so deep it starts to hurt. It's so thick and you feel like your walls are going to stretch so far they'll never go back to their normal place.

"Look at you." He groans, "Your pussy is stretching so fucking wide."

He really only dirty talked when he was extremely turned on and you absolutely loved it. His words made you whimper and clench around the toy. He squeezed his own cock as he pushed it in and out of you. The whole thing wasn't really going to fit inside of you but you were both eager to try and make it.

So yeah, Bangchan definitely grows to loving using toys on you and you love having him do it, but at the end of the day his cock is the only thing you need inside of you and your prove it everyday whether it's by sucking his cock after he makes you cum with a toy or bouncing on it so good that he can't help but cum deep inside of you making you moan his name and scratch at his chest as you drench his cock.

He fucks the dildo in and out of your drenched cunt afterwards to watch his own cum get fucked back into you and to groan at the way your wet lips clench the toy and he ends up jerking off and cumming on your cunt just as you cum on the dildo.

Toys become apart of your regular sex life and they eventually lead you into more intense toys as time goes by. Your closet ends up holding more toys than clothes and you have to lock your bedroom door when people are over but the secret you carry turns you both on.

You sit and laugh with company but the thought of the hidden items just a few footsteps away has your thighs clenching. You don't rush your friends off, but the moment they're gone you both open the closet again and venture back into all the crazy things that have become apart of your life.

But no matter what toys you all use and love, it's your bare pussy and his bare cock that always bring you to the best orgasms of your life.

Changbin: Oh this man loves making you cum whether it's with his tongue, fingers or cock so when he sees a toy that catches his eye he buys it instantly and hides it in your shared bedroom. You end up finding it one afternoon he's gone and the sight of it makes your stomach clench and your pussy throb so you decide to use it.

You leave your bedroom door open, strip naked and get on the bed to prepare yourself. It's a long vibrator that moves in and out of you with an attachment that hooks to your clit. The sight has your skin tingling and you don't want to waste anymore time. You lick two of your fingers and rub them down your wet cunt before moving them to your clit. You were already wet from the sight of the toy so you didn't need to touch yourself much but you enjoyed the way your body jerked when you touched your clit. You couldn't help the moans that left your mouth.

When he finally comes home he is greeted with your moans and the squeak of the bed. Knowing that you have a habit of touching yourself when he's away he can only grin. He takes his clothes off as he walks to the bedroom and his hardening cock throbs at the cool air against it. It starts throbbing more when he opens the bedroom door and notices you using the toy. Your head is thrown back, legs spread wide and he can see the toy moving in and out of you at a rapid pace while the other part sucks on your clit. He notices the remote curled in your hand and suddenly the loud moan of his name has him tuning out the rest of the world. All he could focus on was you, your wet pussy and the way the toy worked you.

"Look at you." He groans.

The sound of his voice has your eyes widening but it's when you notice him completely naked that has you clenching around the vibrator and cumming unexpectedly. Your eyes roll back to your head and your hips jerk off the bed as you squirt everywhere. It takes him by surprise but he moves on to the bed and pulls the toy away from you so he can attach his mouth to your cunt. He licks up every drop of your release and groans at the taste of you. You sob out his name as he wrings another orgasm from you.

He crawls up your body and the two of you kiss for a while just enjoying the feeling of the others lips. You can taste yourself on his soft lips but you don't care. The way he moves his tongue in your mouth is equivalent to how he moves it against your pussy and it has you throbbing again.

He pulls away and grabs the toy that's still moving and cuts it off. He smirks at you, "I see you liked my little surprise."

You blush, "I did. I hope you're not mad."

"How could I ever be mad at watching you squirt from a toy?" He chuckles, "So fucking sexy and I think I'm going to use this on you everyday just so I can have you squirt in my mouth."

You feel your entire face turn red, "You're awful."

"Coming from the one who used a toy without knowing where it came from." He grinned.

He kisses you before you can reply and drags the toy between your wet lips just to hear you groan. It's not on but just the thought of how it moved inside of you as the other part sucked on your clit had your arousal leaking out of you. He licked his lips at the sight and sat up further before pushing your legs to your chest.

"You're not going to let me go are you?" You ask, a tired grin on your face.

He turns his head and kisses your knee before smirking at you, "Absolutely not. I want to watch you fall apart on this toy one more time before I fill you with my cum."

He ends up using that toy on you every damn day in different parts of your house. You squirt every time and he swallows every drop each time before he fucks you and fills you with his cum. No matter what piece of furniture you're sitting on.

Hyunjin: This man loves watching you use toys on yourself as he jerks himself off. He speaks dirty words, teases you vocally because it all makes you whine and work the dildo in yourself faster or turn up the speed on the vibrator you use. Sometimes he ties your hand down as a thrusting dildo works its way in and out of you until you cry out and cum all over it.

He is obsessed with seeing you fall apart because as you cum from whatever toy you’re using he is cumming all over your tits or face. He tells you that you’re a good girl and good girls always get rewarded before covering you in his cum. If any of it gets near your mouth you always lick it up while staring at him. It always makes him cuss and jerk his cock again until he’s whining from sensitivity and cumming again.

His favorite toy to use on you is the thrusting dildo because he always talks about how much you love his cock and how no plastic cock will ever compare. You always whine and beg for him to fuck you. He increases the speed of the dildo and tells you he will fuck you as soon as you cum. From then on out he changes the speed every few minutes just to watch the way your body reacts, to listen to your pretty mouth beg him to let you cum.

His own cock is hard and he’s eager to cum in your cunt but not before you drench the damn toy. He turns it to the highest speed which makes you cry out his name as your orgasm hits. Your body jerks as you squirt everywhere and your mind is spinning. He licks his lips as you make a mess all over the bed and pulls the toy out of you. He cuts it off but forces you to suck it clean which you do happily as you stare at him. He can’t take it anymore and throws the toy to the ground and pushes your legs up to your chest.

He fucks you so good that you can’t help but clench around his cock. Your cunt is sensitive but you don’t fucking care. All you care about is the way his cock fills you up better than that toy does. The way every vein on his cock could be felt inside you and how every twitch sent you spiraling towards another orgasm.

He leans down and whispers in your ear how good your cunt feels and how no cock will ever fuck you as well as his does. Of course you can only moan and dig your nails into his skin but that’s all he needs and it has him grinning smugly as you squirm and whine underneath him. Knowing that he’s the one making you feel this good and not some other man or toy always boosts his ego and motivates him to fuck you even harder so when you do cum you can’t make sense of anything that’s going on. He loved fucking you stupid.

Sometimes as he’s fucking you he will press a small vibrator against your clit and that causes you to completely spaz out underneath him. With how his cock is filling you up and the vibrations on your clit you can always tell you won’t last much longer. It was his greatest joy to make you lose your mind and it was your greatest joy to experience it.

Just as you're about to cum he pulls the vibrator away which makes you whine, "Hyunjin."

He chuckles and licks the toy clean, "Don't worry, sweetheart. You're going to cum."

He cuts the toy off and throws it to the floor as he picks up the pace. If you're going to cum he wants it to be from him so he replaces the vibrator with his fingers which feels ten times better than the toy anyway. It doesn't take long for you to be back on that edge again.

His cock hits your gspot and you dig into his back so hard you know you break skin but it only makes him grunt in pleasure. He leans down and sucks on your nipples for a few minutes before moving up to your neck where he marks you on every inch of skin. You feel like you're going to melt into the bed from how heated you are but you wouldn't change it for anything.

When you cum it's intense and he can feel his cock getting wet. It has him cussing as his orgasm hits and he fills you up. He doesn't pull away though. He keeps his fingers moving rapidly on your clit as your orgasm races through you and listens to the sounds you make. It has his cock twitching as he continues leaking inside of you.

When he finally pulls away from you you grab him and pull him down for a kiss and he returns it happily. You're both overheated and your throats are dry but you're not in a rush to go anywhere. You just want to be as close to him for as long as possible. Even though you two lived together you always got soft and needy after being intimate.

He cherished it and always catered to everything you needed afterwards. Even if he did tease you about how whiny and needy you got which makes you blush and mumble at him to shut up. He kisses you and grins as he pulls you close to him again. You never fight him.

Though the toys he uses on you are fantastic and his cock is fucking incredible, it's in the moments after being intimate that you really felt the intense feelings for that wonderful man and he felt the same about you which made it easy for you two to get involved with toys in first place and go down a road that was entirely your own.

Felix: When he catches you riding a dildo in the bedroom he's taken back. Of course you two have discussed it and often gotten off together on the thought of it but you never actually took the step to go out and get a toy. So seeing the way your ass bounced with each thrust and how your pussy stretched around it had his head throbbing and his cock growing in his pants.

When you notice him you try to stop but he just shakes his head, "Keep going, sweetheart. Let me watch you make yourself cum."

You whine and nod before picking up your pace again. He licks his lips and strips himself down so he can sit on the chair in front of you, slowly jerking his cock as you move. Your breasts bounce with each thrust and he wants nothing more than to take them into his mouth and suck on them but he doesn't move.

Your eyes are locked on his cock as you continue bouncing and you wish it was his cock you were bouncing on. You want to feel it stretching you open and pounding inside of you. You desire to feel his balls smacking against your ass. The thought has you moaning his name and he smirks, "Such a desperate girl. Couldn't wait until I got home so instead you sneak out a dildo and fuck yourself with it. When did you get it, sweetheart?"

You moan his name again, "I ordered it a few days ago. Wanted to surprise you with it when I knew you'd be home and we had time to experiment with it."

He cusses and picks up the pace on his cock, "Such a dirty girl. Make yourself cum, princess. Let me see you cum on that plastic cock and then I'll give you the real thing."

You nod and focus on how the dildo hits your gspot. You close your eyes and listen to the sound of his hand on his cock and it motivates you to move faster. You picture Felix under you and his cock buried in your cunt and that's really all you need before you're crying out and your orgasm hits you.

He watches as your cum leaks out of you and down the dildo. He wants to suck it clean and then fuck you with it again but he's so hard and he needs to bury his cock inside your wet cunt before his head explodes.

"Come over here."

You slowly pull off the dildo and whine at the loss. You have to hold the bed to help yourself stand up but you walk over to stand in front of him. He grips your hips to help you steady yourself and looks up at you with a look in his eyes that told you you were in for it. He presses a soft kiss on your lower stomach before moving to lick over your clit. You groan and grab his shoulders but he makes sure to help you stand. He licks over it again a couple more times just to taste you and you feel like your legs are going to give out.

"Do you want my tongue, sweetheart? Or do you want me to fuck you into the mattress?"

"I'm going to bounce on your cock right here on this chair." You reply, breathing heavy.

He cusses and pulls you down on to his lap and his hard cock presses into the inside of your thigh. You can feel his precum against your skin and it makes you whine and grind against it.

"After you cum I want you to get on the bed and spread those legs for me, angel. I'm going to fuck your cunt with that dildo again."

You don't get a chance to reply because soon his cock is pressing inside of you and every rational thought you had was soon out of your head.

He stuck to his promise and as soon as you both came he had you spread out on the bed and he fucked you with the dildo promising you that this wouldn't be the only toy you two owned and theY next time you wanted to order one he wanted to be there to help pick it out.

There were multiple packages at your front door just days later.

Seungmin: He loves tying your hands up so you can't touch yourself. He spreads your legs and orders you to keep them open as he puts a vibrator into your cunt. He controls the remote and loves changing the speeds just to torture you. Of course it all feels amazing but you're so desperate to cum and he's just enjoying watching as you squirm.

He's naked and he's working a fleshlight over his cock as he plays with the remote. He's letting out noises that has your pussy getting wetter and the sound of the vibrator inside of you is so messy. You can feel your arousal leaking out of you and down your asscheeks. He can see it glistening on your skin and it's taking all his strength to not bury his face into your cunt.

"Min" You whine, "Please. I need to cum."

"You have been such a good girl, sweetheart. Letting me tie you up and using you as I please." He chuckles, "You like when I take control?"

You nod and your hips jerk, "Make me cum."

"Fuck." He grunts, "Going to do even better than that."

He removes the fleshlight and walks over to you. He crawls on to the bed and pulls the vibrator out of your cunt and cuts it off. He tosses it behind him before burying his face into your cunt. It makes you cry out and your body jerks at the sensation of his tongue against you.

He pulls back only to tell you to reach into the bedside table. You know exactly what he wants.

He attaches the small clit stimulator and grins as you scream. As it works on your clit he works his tongue against your pussy. He licks up your arousal before sliding his tongue inside you and licks at you like a starving man.

The clit stimulator is making your thighs shake and it’s throbbing but you know it just means that your orgasm is close. The addition of his tongue fucking in and out of you only increases the pleasure you’re feeling.

“Want you to cum on my tongue.” He speaks, staring at you intently. His stare sends chills down your spine and you can only nod at his words.

His tongue works against you as the clit stimulator turns up and you can only cry out. Your cunt presses against his face as you cum. He moans against you and holds your hips down so he can clean you up. The vibrations on your clit has your body jerking but it only makes him harder and you end up cumming in his mouth again just moments later.

He removes the toy and sits up and licks his lips. He crawls over your body and kisses you and you can feel the head of his cock pressing against you. You whine into the kiss and he swallows down the sound, “Ready for my cock, angel?”

You nod, “Only want your cock.”

“Toys aren’t enough?”

“Never enough. Only want you.”

“You have me, sweetheart. Always.”

And he makes you cum over and over that night without any other toys.

Jeongin: He enjoys using toys on you when he’s in the mood but for the most part he loves making you cum from his mouth, fingers or cock. He’s selfish even with toys but if he knows it’s something you want to do he never hesitates and goes over the top to make you feel incredible.

He whispers filth in your ear as he fucks the dildo in and out of you. The sound of your wet pussy as it moves is music to his ears. Watching your arousal leaking out of you and sticking to your skin has him aching to be buried inside you. Sure, he’s selfish when it comes to toys but that doesn’t mean he hates what it does to your body and how you react to them.

He looks down and watches as it moves in and out of you and groans at the sight. Your pussy is clinging to it and it's drenched in your arousal and cum and his head is fucking spinning. Of course no matter whether it's a toy or his cock your pussy always looks so fucking pretty stretched out and wet. He'd never get tired of the sight so he picked up the pace and grinned as you screamed. He'd never get tired of your sounds either.

You moan and grab at him, "Please."

"Use your words, baby."

You gasp as the dildo is pushed inside you harder, "Fuck! Jeongin, I need to cum!"

He hums at the words but doesn't stop his pace. He keeps fucking it in and out of you with his eyes locked between your legs. If you were going to cum then he wanted to watch it. He was usually too busy fucking you and he could never actually see how your pussy looked when you came. He was excited to see you cum and then taste you afterwards. His tongue ached to be on you already.

"Cum whenever you want, sweetheart."

His words had you clenching. You threw your head back and let out moan after moan as your orgasm hit and you found yourself drenching that dildo. It felt like it was pouring out of you. The dildo was tossed aside and his mouth was on you in an instant causing you to grab at his hair. You cussed and you could feel him grinning against you. You bastard, you mentally thought.

"That toy feel better than my cock?" He asks, flicking his tongue over your clit.

He always asked you this after using a toy on you and you always gave him the same answer: nothing was better than his cock.

It made him smug but he ate you out with a hunger that turned into a full on fire. He was throbbing and aching to be inside of you. He loved watching you cum but he wanted to be the one to make you cum now. He wanted that dildo to go to hell and burn while he continued fucking you over and over.

"You can fuck me now." You pant, "Want to feel you."

He grins and crawls up your body and leaves kisses as he goes. When he finally kisses your lips you melt into him. You really meant it when you said no toy could ever compare to him. He was everything to you.

He smiles down at you, "If you want to look into more toys we can, sweetheart."

You smile, "Really?"

He nods, "Of course. If they make you happy but just know I'm always going to be filling you up afterwards."

You laugh, "You need to stop being jealous of toys. They are nothing compared to you, angel. I just love using them with you. It's not about being better than you because they aren't. It's about the intimacy with you."

He lets out a relieved sigh and kisses you just as he slides his cock into you. You gasp into the kiss.

Absolutely no toy in this world could ever compare to how this man made you feel physically and emotionally.

Han: He absolutely loves using toys on you. Watching you squirm and whine underneath him is one of his favorite things. The noises you make and how you grab at him turn him on. He's always eager to make you cum no matter how he does it and you're always eager for him to make you cum.

He loves dildos and vibrators of course but he loves using them in your ass more than anything. He is obsessed with your pussy and is always telling you that he wants his mouth, fingers and cock to be the only things that touch it so he keeps the toys for your ass which you absolutely love. You didn't realize you were so sensitive in your ass until you met him and he took you to a world that you never wanted to leave.

He has you on your hands and knees when he uses them. He loves watching your ass stretch around a dildo as he messes with your clit. He ignores how hard his cock is and focuses on you. Your pleasure is really all that matters to him when you're being intimate.

You push your ass back on the dildo and he bites down softly on one of your asscheeks causing you to moan loudly. He is obsessed with your ass and as much as he loves eating it and fucking it he'd choose your pussy every time just because of how wet it got and how much he loved when you squirted in his mouth and on his cock.

He shook those thoughts away as he continued fucking your ass with the dildo. If he got any harder his dick would be able to cut glass and as much as he wanted to fuck you he really wanted you to fall apart from this toy first. He was desperate to leave your ass gaping before he fucked you so he could mess with it as he fucked you from behind. This man was kinky and you indulged in every single thing he wanted to try because he was always so willing to buy you toys when you needed a new one or just wanted to try one.

He watches as your ass clenches and cusses under his breath as you push back causing it to go further inside of you. You moan his name and a breathless pant escapes your mouth as if you were struggling to get a breath.

"Do you need a break?" He asks, kissing your asscheek.

You look back at him and shake your head, "Just make me cum, Han. Please. Want you to fuck me so bad. I'm so wet for you."

You wasn't lying. His fingers were drenched due to how wet you were and it was taking all his effort not to forget the dildo and just eat your cunt from behind until you came all over his face.

He slowly pulls the dildo out and tosses it to the bed. You both knew you'd be using it again later.

He kisses your asscheek again and leaves kisses up your spine until his chest is pressed against your back and his arms are caging you in. You sigh at the feeling of his weight on you. You can also feel his cock against your ass so you push back a bit just to feel the pre cum smear on your skin.

"You're so desperate, baby." He whispers, kissing your shoulder, "I'm going to give you what you want though. Going to fill this pussy up and make you cum all over my cock. Then I'm going to fuck that dildo back into your cunt until you cum all over it. I won't let you out of this bed until you feel there's nothing left to give me."

"Oh god." You moan, "Please."

He chuckles, "Then later we are going to go and get some more toys for us to try. There is a whole world out there of them and I want us to explore every single one. Just know at the end of the day it's going to be my cock that fucks you over and over, sweetheart. The toys will eventually die and I'll stop buying batteries. The dildo will eventually become unusable but my cock will always be buried in your cunt."

His words were driving you crazy so you started begging for him to fuck you and that was all it took.

He spit in your ass as he fucked you from behind and pressed two fingers inside of you making you whine loudly. A few other noises escaped but you'd never admit to making them.

By the time you both cum your legs are exhausted and your body feels heavy. You can't move so he helps roll you to your back and crawls between your legs. He smiles at you and tells you that he's giving you a break before you do anything else. You just grab the dildo and tell him to make you cum again.

And he does. Over and over until the sun starts rising the next morning.

Minho: This man is obsessed with making you cum from him and him alone. He loves feeling your body under him, loves touching every inch of your skin. He loves using his tongue on your cunt then fucking you full of his cum. He loves being the one making you cum and you absolutely love how feral he can get with you. You really don't need a toy when he's able to do things to you that make your toes curl and your vision go blank.

But if you were to ever tell him you wanted to try a toy he wouldn't turn the idea away. He'd want to go to a proper store and look at them instead of shopping on the internet. He wouldn't want a male employee helping you all out so he'd just look at different things then google their purpose. Of course he would make sure it's something you were comfortable with before purchasing. Once it was bought and you were on the way home he'd admit how excited he was to try it.

You'd be even more excited to see how he uses it on you because when he got into it it was hard to turn him down. He was so fucking good at fucking you and making you cum so really if the toy didn't work or it had to be returned for some other reason you'd have no complaints. You had everything you ever needed wrapped up in the man you knew was the love of your life.

He'd be sitting on the couch and you'd be sitting on his lap. His chest would be pressed against your back as he spreads your legs wide. There'd be a mirror put in front of you so you could both see what was happening. The sight of the mirror would make you so wet and he'd be able to feel your arousal dripping down on to his leg. He runs his fingers over your wet cunt and rubs your clit for a few minutes to work you up even more. He was excited to try the toy on you before he fucked you senseless.

He clamps the clit stimulator onto your clit before sliding the eight inch dildo into your cunt. You moan and go to close your eyes but he forces you to stare in the mirror. “If you want me to use toys on you then you’re going watch, sweetheart. Then I’m going to fuck you and remind you that my cock is the only thing that belongs in your sweet cunt apart from my fingers and tongue.”

You keep your eyes on the mirror despite how heavy they are. You want to close your eyes and focus on the pleasure but he keeps your face right on the mirror, grinning at you over your shoulder. You can’t help but clench at the look on his face.

“Such a good girl.” He hums, “Look at that sweet pussy sucking that fake cock right in.”

You moan and grab at your own legs as he keeps them spread apart. The clit stimulator is sending vibrations through your spine and you feel like you’re going to fall apart early with how he was working your body. He seems to know what you’re thinking because he’s whispering in your ear, “You’re welcome to cum whenever you want, sweetheart. Just know I’m still going to fill you with my cock after.” Your head falls back against him and he laughs, “So weak for my cock even at the mention of it.”

He spanks your cunt and you cry out. The vibrations on your clit increase and the pace of the dildo does as well. You are so fucking wet and want nothing more than his real cock inside of you stretching you out.

“You’ll get it, angel.” He whispers, “My cocks aching to be inside you so bad. You’re so wet and it’s aching to drown in you.”

“Oh my god.” You moan, “Minho, please.”

You watch in the mirror as the dildo moves in and out and how his wrist moves to make it curve inside you. You grab at his wrist and let out a high pitched whine as your orgasm gets closer.

“Do you want to cum like this or do you want me to fuck you?” He asks, licking at your neck.

“Fuck me.” You beg, “Want your cock so bad.”

That was all he needed to hear. The dildo dropped to the floor with a squelch after he pulled it out. The clit stimulator was removed. He smacked your cunt and before you could reply his cock was shoved in you. You screamed at the intrusion and grabbed at him as he started fucking into you at a vigorous pace.

When you fell apart you were both starting into the mirror and it only increased the intensity. By the time you both came down from your high all you could do was collapse on to the couch when he pulled you down so you could rest.

“That was hot as hell but I’m still positive that my cock is the best thing for you.”

You laugh and wrap yourself around him, “I don’t ever want anything or anyone else.”

You didn’t return the toys but they weren’t used often. He really was all you needed.

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“I’ve already explained,” you say, equal parts frustrated and exhausted.  “My husband isn’t coming for me.” 

The gangster cronies still don’t seem to understand.  You are tied to a chair in their basement (because they are preposterously corny goons, tying you up like a comically silly damsel in a ridiculous film) while they berate you for your husband’s tardiness.    

You have tried explaining, over and over, that Hyunjin is not coming, but they won’t accept that answer.  The fools try in vain to reach him again, but his line leads straight to a dial tone. 

He went radio silent after the initial video contact, when your captors demanded a price for your healthy return. 

Hyunjin was quiet on the call.  Your husband is a quiet man in general, though he knows how to use his charms and work a room, and he has certainly perfected the art of severe intimidation.  When your marriage was arranged, one mob family to the other, you mistakenly assumed you were marrying a monster. 

Hyunjin is very reserved when not conducting business.  He doesn’t engage in any of the more debauched sides of the business, unlike the men in your family.  Evenings at home are silent and still, the penthouse view of the glittering cityscape the only real bustle. 

Maybe that shouldn’t have surprised you.  When he took over his family’s business, Hyunjin altered a lot of their practices, cutting the crueler sectors, opting for illicit crimes of more practical varieties. 

The country is in a political chokehold, government affairs conducted none too differently from the criminal underworld.  The cops are all dirty, the politicians corrupt, the wealthy depraved.  Hyunjin has taken it upon himself to alleviate the pressure suffered by the regular people, the civilians who truly pay the price of a broken system.

In a world with no good guys, sometimes only villains can be heroes.    

You think of his face now, how he certainly looked the part of a villain on the video call.  Hyunjin has a very austere demeanour, exacerbated by his severe appearance: sharp marble features and dark, vicious eyes often further darkened with heavy lining, sleek black hair, scattered scars and tattoos, and the sort of regard that judges at a glance.  He is young, but he has the air of a man who has already traversed the universe and found it wanting.       

You think of his face now, the silent perusal he gave your bound body on that video call.  You are dressed in your favourite nightgown, your underthings partially visible through the light material, but it was not willingly donned.   At the time of your kidnapping, you were attired appropriately for the wealthy wife of a famous gangster.  You were returning from a family visit when your captors intercepted you in transit from the airport. 

Either to intimidate or threaten or just because they could, they made you remove all your jewelry and fine clothes.  They rifled through your luggage and demanded you change into the nightgown. 

Hyunjin recognized the nightdress, realized you must have been stripped, and likely inferred the very worst. 

“Address,” was the only word Hyunjin said.   He ended the call seconds later.    

“Oh, he’ll come,” your captor says.  He points at you with a hand that feels more threatening than a knife.  It makes your terrified heart leap into your throat.  “Or else.” 

“He won’t, though!” you exclaim.  “You’re wasting your time!”

They are not listening.  They leave the basement, slamming the door behind them.

You huff and settle back in your bonds. 

It is only a matter of time before they realize you are telling the truth.  Hyunjin will not waste the money or resources to rescue you.  He has always been respectful of the marriage arrangement, but your husband is not sentimental.  There is a professional distance between you.  His decision will be based in the logic of all his strategies: nothing personal, just a matter of business. 

You sometimes see a different side of him, something buried under that quiet intensity.  He collects fine art and spends hours poring over his favourite pieces, listening to music, losing himself to artistic fantasies.  He always comes back, but you know there are other worlds in his mind. 

Every attempt to bridge the gap has been gently rebuffed, but there have been moments when your husband seems curious about you.  You often catch him staring.  He gets a wistful look that softens his face, even with that shield of make-up.  His eyes are gentle when you talk about your passions.  You never let his quietude deter your friendly penchant for chatter.   He seems more than content to listen.  He remembers everything too. 

You know he finds you attractive, if nothing else.  He has caved on that front several times over, though not right away.  He didn’t touch you on the wedding night, nor the honeymoon.  He left your beach holiday early to return to business, leaving you in a villa with security and his credit card.  It was the first time you realized the material world was no replacement for true companionship.  You missed his dark eyes.

Your family also had expectations.  There would be consequences if the marriage fell through.  You would be blamed, not him.  Worried he would renege on the nuptials, you did everything to try and seduce him. 

He politely rejected you at every turn. 

Just when you were resigned, he arrived home after a job.  It was almost three in the morning when he entered the penthouse.  You have separate bedrooms but they share a connecting bathroom.  You could hear him cursing above the running water. 

You only meant to peek.  The sliding door on your side was partially ajar so you tip-toed over. 

Hyunjin was standing in front of the mirror, shirtless, pressing a rag to his wounded shoulder.  There was a mess of blood streaked down his back, making you gasp at the terrible mosaic of pain, his body littered with violent scars. 

That gasp contained multitudes, for the horror, for his beauty.  His dark eyes were as severely lined as ever, expression intense as he breathed hard through the pain.  Smooth black hair fell across his face when he tipped his head. 

He froze at the sound of your gasp.  His turn was very slow, eyes peeking through the curtain of his short hair.  They captured yours.   

You held your breath. 

Eventually, he straightened, flicking his hair out of his face.  He looked in the mirror and sighed.    

“You can come in,” he said.   “This is your home too.” 

You slid the door open, just enough to squeeze through.  Your attention was utterly transfixed on his bleeding shoulder.  You could see the wound was a thin stripe.  It was not deep so stitches were not necessary, but it was slightly out of his reach as it sloped towards his back.

“Oh, Hyunjin,” you said, thoughtlessly taking the rag right out of his hands.    

In spite of the violence that raised you, or maybe because of it, you can’t stand to see suffering.   You and Hyunjin have had that in common from the start.  You were quick to help him clean the wound, wordlessly wiping all the blood then applying cream across the clotted cut. 

He flinched when the stinging cream made contact.  You went to apologize but your words evaporated when your eyes met through the mirror.  You were surprised to find him already looking at you, that expressive gaze as thoughtful as ever. 

“How did this happen?” you couldn’t help but ask, eyes rivetted to his reflection.   “You – you have people to protect you.”  You managed to rip your gaze away, looking at your task, feeling hot in the face. 

“I do,” he said.  “But I’d never ask someone to do something I’m not willing to do myself.” 

This did not surprise you to hear.   It is obvious that Hyunjin cares very deeply about the wellbeing of other people.  It is a fact known to few.  It aggravates you at times, but his reputation does not seem to bother him.  He would rather people think him a monster while he secretly does good rather than be praised in public while cruel in private. 

You have never known another man like him.  Looking at that scar that night, the realization truly struck you. 

Your fingers began to tremble where they brushed his bare skin, your eyes widening as you looked at the scar and many others.  If something happened to him, what would become of you?  Certainly, as his widow, you would be financially sound, but what did that matter?  This world would lose something irreplaceable if it lost Hwang Hyunjin.  This penthouse could be brimming with silver and gold and it would be empty, worthless. 

Tears in your eyes, you succumbed to desire, kissing him very gently on his hurt shoulder. 

“Hyunjin,” you said, your eyes closed, lips grazing his skin as you spoke.  “Please make sure you always come home, okay?” 

He did not answer at first.  When you lifted your eyes and looked in the mirror, those dark eyes were so enflamed that you were surprised nothing caught fire. 

“Hyunjin?” you said softly.   

“You mean that,” he said, not quite a question, more like a realization. 

“Of course,” you replied. You looked at his scarred back again, let your fingertips brush down the length of his spine.  It made him stand a little straighter.  “Have you ever known me to lie?” you asked. 

He finally turned around, looking at you with an long-engrained wariness, but also a hunger.  He was a starving man presented with a banquet, but one who did not easily trust when sitting at someone else’s table. 

“You’re a smart woman,” he said.  “I know that.  And I know that you’re – good.” 

Good was an exhale, like the word was too heavy for his tongue.  You realized that his wariness was less suspicion for you than hesitation regarding himself.  He was only starving because he though himself undeserving of the meal he wanted. 

“You’ve seen – and done – many bad things tonight, haven’t you?” you asked. 

Having the full force of his gaze was overwhelmingly heady.  You remember how it made your heart race like you were being chased, your breath catching over and over until you were almost panting. 

Arousal struck quickly, a sensation like you never experienced before.  You thought you understood attraction, but not until that moment when he released a breath, so close to your face, and you became truly aware of his proximity.   Of him, of all that he was, all that he did.  His character, his hidden depths.

Your husband. 

It made your racing heart thunder something fierce, your blood pumping hotly, throbbing places you did not know were so sensitive. 

You desperately wondered what was on his mind.  The gears in his head were spinning and whirring, delaying his response.  Was he feeling the same tension?  Were his thoughts the same realization?

 My wife.  

“Yes,” he finally said. 

“Is there something I can do to help?” you asked.

His tattooed hand cupped your head, tilting it just so.  It made your lips part with a gasp, eyelids heavy with anticipation for a kiss. 

He took his time looking at you, like he was scrubbing all those bad memories away, replacing them with the flustered look on his aroused wife’s face. 

“Yes,” he said again, and kissed you for the first time. 

You were so glad he rebuffed your previous half-hearted advances, clumsy seductions made out of obligation rather than desire.  It was so different to that kiss.  You would not have known how to even ask for a kiss like that.  You never knew what you were missing. 

Your quiet husband and his multitudes.  All that simmering intensity, hot just below the surface of his icy demeanour, burned right through his skin.  His kiss was ravishing, entirely possessive, like he wished to take your whole essence into him and hold it forever. 

He walked you backwards.  With a snap of his wrist, he slid the door open the rest of the way, so sharp that it tried to bounce back.  He continued onward, kissing you until you were dizzy with it.   

He picked you up just to put you on the bed himself.  Your kiss separated only then as you landed with a bounce and a breath. 

He loomed over the edge of the bed, this man who was both stranger and husband, hero and villain.   He looked at you like he already loved you.  He looked at you and saw the reciprocation.  You had fallen for him without realizing you had ever even stumbled. 

He ran his hands through his hair, the sleek black locks fluttering back into place.  His eyes were still rivetted to your face, to your body.  You were wearing the nightdress you are wearing now.  It is why it became your favourite. 

He looked down at you, the material translucent enough to see the details of your body.   It broke through that last layer of ice.  He surrendered with a choked breath. 

He unclasped a holster on his thigh, dropped a knife that was hidden in a pocket.   Once unarmed, his hands went to his belt.  You watched those nimble, efficient fingers, swallowing hard.   You were aching to an embarrassing degree, undoubtedly obvious in your desires.  No one ever warned you it would feel like this, just being looked at, never mind touched.

Then his belt was on the floor and he touchedyou for real.   His calloused hands moved up your thighs, pushing the nightdress up and out of his way.  He climbed on top of you, swift as a feline, mouth descending onto yours with that same desperate hunger as before. 

Recollection makes you crave another kiss.   You think you will always be starving for more. 

“Hyunjin,” you whispered, hands on his face, his shoulders, down to his chest. 

He took your hands and laced your fingers with his, pinning those hands to the bed.   He kissed you again, long and slow.  It was all more sensual than desperate.

His voice, however, was desperate when he begged, “Let me make you feel good, please.”  He kissed down your face, your jaw, your throat.  “Please, my wife.”  He kissed further down still, through your nightdress, tracing the curve of your breast with his tongue, wetting the material and awakening every nerve beneath it.   “My wife,” he repeated. 

“My husband.”  The words left your lips in a dizzy, delirious whisper.   

It was all the confirmation he needed.  Those deft and skilled hands, so quick to assemble weapons and pull triggers, applied themselves with a startling gentleness.  He took you apart and put you together with the same efficient ease.   

He hooked his fingers in the only material between him and his desire, tugged it out of his way.  His fingers went to you, slipping through all that wetness.  Those intense eyes rolled back even though it was just his fingers inside you, then he closed his eyes like it was too much, and it seemed he had to temper himself, murmuring nonsense as he let his fingers sink into you. 

He kissed you again, drinking down every sigh and gasp and moan while he fucked you with his long fingers.  It was like he could taste your pleasure, like he was trying to get drunk on it, every noise you made filling his mouth.  He gave them back and brought you over a peak, first with his hands, then with his mouth.  He laid between your legs and put your thighs around his head, losing himself entirely in you. 

He did not remove a single article of your clothing nor his pants, not that first time.  He simply held the material to the side as he unzipped and finally got inside you.  It made your whole body keen, coming to life like it never had before.  You forgot all your sensibilities and let every wanton sound and action loose.

He responded in kind.  His kiss tasted like your pleasure, his heart pounding as fast as yours where your chests pressed together.  You were careful near his injured shoulder, fingertips dodging scars.  Your soft touch made him whimper, this powerful man entirely undone by a few caresses. 

His skin was hot and he worked up a sweat, but his stamina seemed endless.  He always wanted more. 

You fell asleep tucked in his arms, content to believe the walls had crumbled.   However, they revealed themselves in the morning light, as concrete as ever.  He slipped away and left a note to excuse his absence as he was called away to business.   You thought about phoning or messaging him, but those lines were not always secure, not for such intimate conversations. 

When he returned a few days later, he hid behind those concrete walls, but too much had changed.  There was now an awareness of your proximity and your distance.  The lack of intimacy was not called into question before, the absence of something being a nothing.  But now that nothing was something, or had been something for a moment, and it made you both very aware of how it was now missing – and anticipating always when it might again appear.

He tried very hard to keep away, to stay cordial at best, his habitual quietude even heavier than before.  But while his silence was significant, so was his glance.  Every time you turned around, he was already looking at you, a longing in his eyes and a thought on his lips that he never dared to speak aloud. 

You granted him some distance for a time.  When it became abundantly obvious he was holding himself in check, you realized that your own vulnerability was required to bridge the gap. 

One night you crossed through the bathroom, slid open the door on his side.  You found him at his desk, dressed down in a white dress shirt and pants.  His blazer was discarded on the floor, his face still made up. 

He stood quickly when you entered, though he didn’t say anything. 

It was strange to imagine this man would need any reassurance, but you felt that was the case.   His fingers fidgeted at his sides, his roving eyes studious.

You said nothing.  You approached him, laid your hands on his chest, and gently guided him back into his chair.  He sat slowly, his eyes on your face the entire time, even when he had to tip his head back to peer up at you. 

You ran your fingers through his hair.  When you entered the room, his face was tightly screwed in an expression of aggravation, but all those harsh lines softened as you traced a thumb down the sharp slope of his cheek. 

There were some wipes on his desk.  You took one and began to carefully remove that shield of dark make-up.  His hand lifted but not to stop you, simply to rest his palm on your waist.  He began to really touch you, feeling the shape of your body through your robe as you helped him come back to himself. 

“Hello,” you finally said, looking at his bare face.  Still impossibly beautiful.

“Hello,” he replied. 

His fingertips dipped towards the hem of the robe.  Before he could distract you with your own pleasure, you sunk to your knees in front of him.  This startled him, his hand frozen in the air as you fit yourself between his open knees. 

He caught your hand, his reflexes fast, before it could reach his fly.   You could see he was already affected, a heavy bulge in the black material making your mouth water and core tighten. 

He squeezed your hand and you looked up at his face.   He tipped his head, blinked rapidly, an expression of mild confusion.

You took your hand back and unknotted your robe.  The silk fell from your shoulders and down, sliding like water right off your body.  You were completedly naked underneath. 

It clarified everything, his confusion gone, replaced with surprise.

“You—” he began.  It was interrupted when you put your head in his lap, resting on his thigh.  You led his hand to the back of your neck and kissed him through his pants.  It made his fingers clasp tighter around you.  

“Please,” you said. 

He would never deny you anything.  Not the smallest gift nor grandest gesture.  When you started a new charity to further your combined philanthropic efforts, he spared no expense in aiding the endeavour.  You shared passions, and now you shared this.

He was stiff at the start, but gradually let himself go lax in his seat.  His hand kept a steady grip on the back of your neck, not guiding but holding, like he thought you might disappear otherwise.  He murmured your name, letting his head fall back as you worked him in your mouth. 

You intended to make him finish like that, seeking nothing for yourself at that precise moment.  He had other ideas, needing more of your shared pleasure to take him over that brink. 

He lifted your face, adjusted his pants, and was on his feet in a matter of seconds.  That hand on your neck dragged you up, up, up until your naked body was pressed against his clothed one.  He clung to you needily, claiming your mouth in a wanting kiss. 

His hands moved over you, every new inch of skin making him moan as he walked you towards the bed.  The kiss only broke when you both sat down, his lips against yours as he breathed, almost smiling, “My pretty wife.”

“Hyunjin,” you said, shaking your head, feeling suddenly shy just because of a simple compliment. 

He did not allow you to curl into yourself with any shame.  When you tried, he seized you, pulling you onto his lap so you straddled it.   His eyes moved up and down your body, hands following, from your thighs to hips to waist and up. 

 “What are you doing?” you said, laughing helplessly when he kissed somewhere ticklish on your throat.  The sound made him smile, even softer than before, though it turned a little wicked as his mouth went lower. 

“I’m simply enjoying the view,” he said, then wrapped his lips around the stiff peak of your breast, ran his tongue up and over.  He licked and kissed back up to your mouth.   “It’s not everyday I get to fuck someone so pretty.” 

As he said this, he opened his pants again, eyes on yours as he grabbed your thighs and moved you so he could thrust up into you.  His hips moved with a slow roll, letting you adjust to him.  It had been a little while, and this angle was different.

And Hyunjin is not small.  Your husband is built in perfect proportion, his body a long, hard, slender build – everything inside you at that moment was no exception.   This angle made you whimper, clinging to him like  he was a life preserver in a storm.  The roll of his hips kept coming like waves and you were sure you would drown otherwise. 

Your arms were around his neck, his graceful but strong hands digging into the meat of your thighs as he fucked you.  He felt impossibly deep, every upward stroke feeling like it was bursting past something, pushing everything inside your body up to your throat. 

You swallowed again and again, the taste of him still on your lips, the feel of him inside every inch of you.  You clenched and tightened involuntarily, just pure animal reaction, and it made him moan and find all those sweet spots to make it happen again.    

“Help,” was your somewhat nonsensical request, blurted in the midst of some moaning babbling.

Fortunately, he was and is a smart man.  He understood.  He clasped you tight to his body and fell back on the bed, thrusting up into you with sharper, more focussed determination, faster until you were weeping on his chest, delirious with pleasure.  His shirt was unbuttoned and you accidentally ripped a few buttons right off, trying to press your face to bare skin. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you said as you tumbled over a height you never reached before.  You never knew you could come just from that, stimulated somewhere so deep inside you, but it made you come undone in his arms. 

He watched you unravel and it made him follow, clinging to you as he just barely pulled out before coming between your dripping thighs.  It was all so messy and wet, your legs trembling, but it felt so good that it hardly mattered. 

He caught his breath, then looked at your face just lose that breath again.  He moaned and dragged you in for another kiss.

Then you were on your back, the night far from over. 

That second night is the one that truly opened the door to more.  Though your husband can be reticent in other regards, he is not quiet when he is inside you.  You have come together again and again, a conversation with your bodies as you look for pleasure in a dangerous world.   You always find it, tucked in the protective circle of his arms, wrapped around every inch of him. 

You have been out of his arms for too long.  Your visit to your family grew tedious before long.  Your home is with Hyunjin now and you were eager to return. 

Now it seems you may never see it again.  You may never see him again. 

No.

Just like the night when you took control for yourself, you must take control now.  You realize if anything is to happen, then you must take the reins of your own rescue.  You would not want Hyunjin to compromise himself or his important business.  You know if something bad happened to you, it would weigh on his conscious, even if it was the better business decision.  You must eliminate the need for choice. 

It turns out, comical rope bindings are truly best suited for silly movies.  When the men come to check on you again, you have slipped free of your bindings.  There was an array of weapons in the room, so carelessly disposed because the assailants never assumed you would get free – or, if you did get free, that you would not know how to use them. 

It is true, you do not like violence. 

That does not mean you do not understand it. 

You leave the two men unconscious in their basement.  Unfortunately, you cannot find your suitcase and you do not want to hang around, so you venture outside in your nightgown.  You are debating your next move when a car pulls into the driveway. 

You back away quickly, raising the gun you stole as more men get out of the vehicle.  You only stay your hand because you recognize one of them, though it takes a second to place him as one of Hyunjin’s lieutenants. 

Then Hyunjin emerges.   You have seen your husband before and after a confrontation, but never during it.  If you thought he was an intimidating figure in the aftermath, he is all danger and darkness as he storms up the driveway now.   There is such an energy radiating from him, it makes you stumble and forget yourself entirely. 

Then he stumbles, recognizing you.  You are both startled, staring at each other with the gun raised between you. 

He looks nowhere but your eyes. 

“Hyunjin?” you finally say. 

“I—”  He looks at you, the gun, the nightdress.  He shakes his head.  Some of that bravado returns when he says, “I’m here to save you.”

“Ah,” you say.  You slowly lower the gun, at a loss how to reply.  You were so resigned to the idea this was all still business.  The reality of your husband risking himself to rescue you from unknown hostiles is making your heart pound.  

In the end, all you can think to say is, “Sorry.  You’re late.” 

That wicked smile crosses his face, his tongue pushing at the corner of his mouth.  He is suddenly nothing but amused, looking at you, then at the house.

“I can see that,” he says. 

He whistles sharply and gestures to the house with a gloved hand.  His lieutenants run past you and charge the door, no doubt heading inside to finish the job you started.        

You turn to watch them go.  In your distraction, Hyunjin grabs your arm.  He is fast, effectively disarming you.  He catches the gun with a twirl before tossing it aside.

It is not the gun he wants; it’s you.

Still holding your wrist, he tugs you into him.  You throw your arms around him.  The hug is surprisingly chaste, his face in your neck as he squeezes you like it is the only thing keeping him alive and standing.

“Are you hurt?” he asks. 

When in his arms, it seems impossible to consider you could ever feel any pain. 

You shake your head, daring to kiss his cheek.  He turns his face to yours, your lips close enough to brush in a swipe. 

“I’m all right now,” you say.  “Sorry I beat you to the punch.  I – I wasn’t sure if—”

His brow crinkles.  That gloved hand goes from your wrist to your chin, seizing it between thumb and forefinger.  He tips your head so he can look at your face.  He always regards you like he does one of his masterpieces, like he can never get his fill, like there is always something new to find.  He is enchanted every time. 

“You’re mine,” he says.  “And I take care of what belongs to me.” 

You gasp when those fingers go from your chin to your throat, just enough to pull you in that last breath of a space.  He kisses you there in the sunlight, utterly shameless. 

“Do not ever doubt that,” he says.  His eyes are soft with his affection, but his voice is hard, skirting the edge of a threat he would issue an adversary.  It makes you tingle from head to toe.  “Do I need to remind you?” 

You never actually answer.  You are not sure if your answer would have made a difference, as Hyunjin is determined to show you the very second you are home. 

You reach the penthouse. There is no time to shower or decompress once you cross the threshhold.  He sweeps you off your feet, your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist.  You are wearing his blazer over your nightdress to preserve your modesty – not that it will last long.

He carries you to the bedroom where so many slow and subtle exchanges took place.  Now, he is not slow or subtle.  He is a force of nature.   He tells you that he held no greater fear than losing you and he tried to keep his distance, but he regretted it the moment he saw you on that video call. 

“You’re my wife,” he says, peeling his blazer off your body.  “I’m your husband.  There is nothing I should be holding back.” 

“Yes,” you say, running your fingers through that smooth black hair.  You shiver as he bunches the fabric of your nightdress, the material spilling over his fingers.   “Don’t hold back,” you say, mouth open against his, stealing his every breath.   “Do whatever you want.” 

He tells you exactly what he wants, using his words for a change, finally letting those walls come down.  He whispers every filthy thought into your ear, between kisses, between bites.   You shiver at every suggestion. 

And so, moments later, he is sitting on your bed.  He arranges you to lay across his lap, facedown in the pillows while he runs his hands down your spine and over the curve of your ass. 

“You’re my wife,” he says.  The first tap of his open palm is through the thin material of your nightdress.  It is truly just a warning tap, just enough to make you bounce.  “Don’t ever doubt me again,” he says, swinging that strong hand a little harder.  

This time a yelp escapes your lips.  You wriggle until he pins you down, a hand on the back of your neck and the other lifting your dress.   He already stripped your underthings, his open palm smoothing down all that bare skin.  

You tingle with anticipation, braced yet still unprepared for the sharp smack he next delivers.  You feel it tingle all the way up to your head, as well as the next one, and the next.   You squirm under his firm grip, groaning his name as your thighs get tense and press together. 

“Don’t say my name,” he says, and smacks you again.  “Who am I?”

“M-my husband,” you say, practically mewling like a kitten when he next brings his hand down.  “My husband,” you say again. 

“And you are—”

“Your wife,” you say, though it comes out almost like a sob, a desperate gasp as he slips his fingers between your thighs and finds a new way to torture you.   With your backside hot and stinging, the pleasure of his hand in that sensitive place feels amplified by a tenfold. 

“Husband,” you say, hips bucking.  His free hand goes from the back of your neck to your lower spine, holding you in his lap as he slowly finger-fucks you.

“Yes?” he says.

You do not even remember what you were going to say, or beg, or plead.  You are overcome with sensation, tingling all over, intensifying the press of his fingers as he curls his fingers into that soft, soft place.  Then you are really squirming, helplessly, instinctively, whining into the pillows. 

“I make you feel good,” he says.  “I take care of you.  You, who are so good, and so smart, but so—”

You cry out when he angles his hand just a little differently.  Your vision swims with stars as he speeds up. 

“So soft,” he says, his own voice going soft, just a whisper as he makes you come all over his hand in a throbbing, aching, desperate wet mess.  “Just for me,” he says in that whisper.  “Just for your husband.” 

“Mmmf,” is all the response you have left in you. 

Your thighs are trembling and your pussy throbbing with aftershocks when he picks you up.  He stands and turns, laying you on your side in the bed.  You are grateful, as your backside still stings, though you suspect he is not done yet.

He strips out of his clothes, tearing through his shirt, leaving the pants in a heap.  He forgets to remove his necklace.  All that silver is cold against your hot skin as he lays down behind you.   You do not have time to linger on it, as he gathers up the hem of your dress and adjusts himself behind you. 

He has taken you many times, in many ways, many positions.   When you are on your hands and knees, he is overtaken by a primal urge, your hips as leverage in his hands as he pounds into you like it is a chase.   When you are on your back, he sinks into you slowly and deeply, rocking his hips into yours like he intends to fuck you forever.  When you are in his lap, he rolls his hips in steady, needy waves, captivated by the sight of you in his arms. 

He lays behind you now and wraps his arms around you, coaxes your thighs apart.  Your nightdress is bunched every which way, leaving nothing to the imagination, and you feel especially exposed and vulnerable in this position somehow.  Perhaps it is the fact he is the one holding you open, keeping you in position so he can take you.

You let yourself fall into it, fall into him.  You let him tell you, with words and actions, exactly how he feels. 

Before it ends, you change position.  He lays back and you straddle his hips while stripping off your dress entirely.  He keeps rolling up into you, only stopping when you plant your hands on his chest to slow him down.  Then he practically sinks in the mattress, murmuring your name.  His make-up is smudged, his calloused hands rough on your body.  Whatever pains you experienced have been overtaken by his hands, by the smarting on your backside, still tender as you bring your body down onto his again and again.  He has completely claimed you for himself and you take the same in turn. 

“Hyunjin,” you say.  “My husband, oh—”

He kisses your hand, long and hard, like he needs his mouth on some part of you desperately.  Your fingers are curled into his pretty mouth when he comes, his hands on your hips and his cock buried inside you. 

“Oh,” is your final sound before you slump on top of him, skin to skin. 

He rolls you onto your side, though he keeps you wrapped around him, his arms around you in turn.  His hair is already a sweaty mess and you rub your thumb through some of his shadowy make-up, but those familiar dark eyes are gazing at you with so much warmth.   There is no more ice, no more cold concrete. 

“I should let you rescue me more often,” you say with a laugh. 

He doesn’t laugh back, but he does smile softly.  It should be incongruous with his severe appearance, but it somehow comes together, layers of him exposed all at once as he strokes your cheek.

He looks at you like his favourite work of art. 

“You were the one who rescued you,” he says.   “Just like you rescued me.” 

You cannot find the words to reply, so you kiss him.  It speaks volumes, and he replies, kissing back. 

You lose yourself to the sweetness, to the heat, to the passion, to all those things more, knowing there are many more to come with this man as your husband. 

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♡ Pairing: dom!boyfriend!bang chan x sub!chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: angst/smut/fluff

♡ Summary: Lately your boyfriend's been spending a bit too much time with his friends and you're beginning to feel ignored so you decide that you'll get his attention by any means necessary. But are you really willing to go through with it and how will Chan react when he realizes exactly what you're up to?

♡ Word Count: 3.3k-ish

♡ Warnings: dom/sub dynamic, jealousy, pet names (baby, good girl, bad girl), kissing, manhandling, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, fingering, spanking, thigh slapping, dirty talk, Chan has a kink for you watching him, and that should be all my darlings.

♡ A/N: I received an anon request for some dom Channie vibes of this variety so here we are. As always, I really hope that I did a good job with this and yes my inbox is indeed open to requests or just stopping by to say hello. Anyway, let me hush up. Hope ya'll enjoy it, babes 💜

You aren’t a brat.

Okay, maybe you are just a little bit, but that doesn’t mean that your frustration with Chan isn’t justified. You get it. His friends are important to him. The time that he spends with them is sacred and you’d never want to do anything to get in the way of that. Chan’s always been good at keeping the balance, hanging with his friends without cutting into how much attention he gives you. But lately that balance has been severely lacking and you can’t help but feel neglected.

With everyone’s schedules opening up, the guys coming over once or twice a week has turned into a nightly event, hardly leaving space for the romance you’re accustomed to. You’ve tried to drop a few hints here and there that you’d like more alone time with him but it seems to fall on deaf ears. Exhausted with trying a gentler approach, you’ve cooked up another way to grab his attention. 

You aren’t a brat. 

Okay, maybe you are, more than a little bit, but that doesn’t mean that what you’re about to do to Chan isn’t justified. 

“Babe, could you bring me a glass of water?” Chan shouts over his shoulder, fingers tapping away at his laptop. 

He’d usually get up and get it for himself but he’s too in the zone for that tonight. This is how he gets when he’s working on a song. He spends hours in the bedroom, glued to his desk, frying his retinas with the computer screen. 

“Of course, Channie! One sec!” you shout back, your voice sweet enough to make him crack a faint smile. You’re always there for him, always so willing to help with even the smallest tasks. He wonders how he got a girl like you. A sweetheart to the core. 

The pitter patter of your feet trails down the hallway and you’re right over his shoulder, setting an ice cold glass of water down on the table for him. “Nice and cold for you” you smile, rustling his messy brown hair. 

Without looking, Chan rubs your arm, leaning his head against your soft belly, “Thank you, baby. Oh, before I forget, Bin and Han are coming over tonight. They should be here in, hmm, an hour. Could you just let them in when they get here?”

“That’s totally not a problem. I’ll let them right in” you say, gracing him with a kiss on the top of the head before heading back for the kitchen. Chan’s brain automatically shifts back to the task at hand, determined to apply the last few tweaks to the song before he plays it for the guys. 

Stopping yourself before you hit the doorway you turn on your heels, smiling from ear to ear, “Hey, baby, I was gonna order a pizza. Can I grab your card real quick?”

“Hmm?” he asks, processing your request on a delay, “Uh, of course, here.” 

Fishing his wallet from the pocket of his sweatpants, he turns to hand it to you and sees something that makes his heart stop. You’re naked. Not fully naked but in his eyes you might as well be. You’re standing in the doorway with the most innocent smile on your face and the skimpiest clothes he’s ever seen you in. 

You’re rocking a pair of skin tight shorts that ride your hips deliciously, nearly choking your plush thighs. They’re riding up high enough that there’s simply no way you have panties on underneath them and you definitely don’t.

The crop top you’ve got on barely constitutes a shirt. It’s more of a thin strip of material covering your bare tits, placing your perky nipples at serious risk of popping out. And you’re standing there like it’s nothing, your fluffy breasts nearly bouncing out of your crop top as you skip over to grab his wallet. 

His gaze dances over you with a seriousness that has the tiny hairs on the back of your neck standing up. “Did you plan on changing or…”

“Changing?” you laugh, filing through his wallet to find his credit card, “Why would I change? Bin and Han basically live here at this point. I’m sure they won’t mind.”

At last getting your hands on his card, you toss the wallet back into his lap and turn to leave but he grabs for you wrist. “You need to change…now” he commands, his jaw tightening. Why you’re acting so oblivious is beyond him but the clock is ticking on his friends’ arrival and he’s in no mood for games. Whatever your issue is you need to get over it quickly before his patience runs out. 

“Why should I?” you snap, snatching your arm free of his grasp. The next thing that comes out of your mouth is purely out of bitterness. It shouldn’t be said, you know it the moment you taste the words on the tip of your tongue, but by the time you realize your mistake it’s too late. “Just because you don’t want me anymore doesn’t mean someone else won’t.” 

The laptop slams shut, almost making you jump out of your skin. Chan rises to face you, the gentle brown of his eyes darkening as he backs you into the bed. “What did you say?”

“I said that…I said…nothing. I said nothing” you stutter, instantly feeling much less confident in your plan. 

“You said ‘Just because you don’t want me anymore’” he repeats, nearly choking on the words himself, “Why would you say that? Why would you ever think for a moment that I don’t want you?”

“Because you barely touch me anymore” you sigh, flopping down on the edge of the bed. You almost crumble at your own admission, hugging yourself for comfort. “Most days you’re too busy on your laptop or with your friends to even look at me and it makes me feel, I don’t know, like you don’t want me anymore.” 

Chan kneels down in front of you, taking your hands into his, and you can feel the tension in the room soften. Ignoring you was never his intention. The knowledge that you ever felt unwanted is like a bullet to the heart. He’d gotten so swept up in everything else that he took for granted the fact that you’re always there, right by his side. A mistake he regrets more than anything as he watches tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I do want you. I’ll always want you” he swears, staring into your eyes so that you feel every single word he says. “I love you. You know that, yeah?”

You nod, knowing that, even if he can be annoying, Chan would never bullshit you. That isn’t who he is. “Yeah, I know. I love you too.”

Chan drops down to his knees, palms clasped together in flawless begging formation, “So give me a chance to make this right, please?” He pokes out his bottom lip, making big brown puppy dog eyes, “Pretty please?”

It’s impossible not to giggle at how cute he is. Only a few minutes ago you were pissed enough to bite his head off, now all you want to do is kiss him. You hate how you can never stay mad at this man but deep down inside you never wanted to be. You only wanted him. 

“Ugh, fine” you huff, arms folded across your chest, “But don’t let it happen again, okay?”

Chan inches towards you, his poked out bottom lip ghosting yours, “It will never happen again. Cross my heart. Can I get a smile?”

“No” you refuse, turning your attention to the art on the walls or anything else in the room to distract you from the way that handsome face turns you into a pool of jelly. 

“No? You sure?” he asks, pressing his full rosy lips to your neck. That first point of contact gives you goosebumps and you quiver in spite of yourself. Chan kisses his way up your neck, his lips so feathery against your skin that it tickles, shaking that smile right out of you.

Chan wraps his arms around you, biceps flexing as he brings you in closer, “There she is. There’s my girl.”

“Not fair. You cheated” you giggle, wiggling in his grasp. Your attempt at getting away is half hearted at best. You’re right where you want to be. 

Chan sprinkles kisses all over your face. Your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, until you’re all wet with kisses and reduced to a giggling mess. 

“Oh, wait, I’ve gotta text the guys” he gasps, abruptly rushing back over to the desk and picking his phone up. For a fleeting moment you feel deflated. An entire conversation and his friends are still the first thing on his mind. But as he turns around your fears are immediately put to rest.

“I told them not to come,” he says, tucking his phone into one of the drawers. 

You perk up, giddy with joy, “Wait, are you serious?” 

Chan hovers over you, taking your squishy cheeks into the palms of his hands. “Of course I am, baby” he coos, beaming down at you, “I can see them whenever but tonight I wanna be with you. I was thinking maybe we could go out to dinner.”

“Dinner? Ooh, I have the perfect dress!” You’re ready to rush to the closet and throw together a quick outfit but Chan gently pushes you back down onto the bed, refusing to move an inch out of your way. 

There’s a fire in his gaze, like a starving animal who just spotted the most delectable prey. “Were you really gonna wear that in front of them tonight?”

You sit in silence, calculating the answer in your head before you slip up again and say the wrong thing. Technically you hadn’t thought the plan through that far. Would you have actually done it? 

“I just wanted to make you a little jealous.” 

“Make me jealous when you could’ve just talked to me? That’s not what good girls do, is it?” he scolds, his voice low and stern as he brushes the hair away from your face. Tension floods the room once more, putting you back on edge. He strokes your cheek, tracing it with his thumb, “I want you to lay back.”

“But I…” you stutter, fighting to explain yourself. 

Chan leans down, kissing you hungrily, his tongue darting into your mouth to perform a delicate dance with yours. “I said lay back, don’t make me ask again, okay?”

His aggression causes heat to pulse through you, pooling right between your thighs. Not daring to make him ask again, you lay back, propped up on your elbows as you slip all the way back on the bed. Chan watches you closely, on the verge of salivating at how your eager breasts bounce with every movement. “Spread your legs.” 

At last you have a definite answer to his question. Were you really gonna wear that tonight? Hell no. How could you wear something like this in front of Bin and Han when you’re dying of shyness in front of a man who's seen you naked a thousand times?

Heart racing, you do as you’re told, bending your knees and spreading your legs open for him. The cool air in the room blows against your core, confirming what you already know. You’re wet, dripping all over these brand new shorts. Chan kneels between your legs, fingers pressing into the fat of your thighs to spread you wider. He licks his lips, a subconscious reaction to seeing the imprint of your perfect pussy lips through the thin material that only gets wetter the more he stares.

Your face is too pretty and innocent for a girl intent on being this slutty. It’s a dynamic that has his cock stiffening behind those black sweatpants. You have no idea the restraint it takes not to drag you to the edge of the bed and fuck you. Everything inside of him is saying to devour you but he needs to play with his food a little bit more first. 

“I need you to give me a real answer, baby” he whispers, hooking two fingers beneath the material covering your soaked entrance. He drags his knuckles lightly along your slit and they glide smoothly through your arousal, teasing your twitching core. You throw your head back, pouting cutely as you squeeze your thighs together, desperate for more of that tingling sensation. 

Chan forces your legs back open, a palm coming down on your inner thigh, slapping it harshly. “Look at me.”

You wince at the pain, loving it at the same time, and pop your head up to regain eye contact. You can feel your nipples grow rigid, peeking out enough to glimpse as your crop top rides up. 

“You aren’t to ever take your eyes off of me. Understood?” Chan says, dragging his knuckles up to brush your tender clit. 

“I…I understand” you whine, nails raking the sheets, pleasure rippling through you. 

Spreading his fingers, Chan scissors them around your clit, smearing your slick through the warmth of your folds. “Now tell me, were you gonna walk around dressed like this all night?” he asks, rolling your clit between his fingers. The whimpers you let out only encourage him to put more pressure on your clit, the arousal visibly trickling from your core and onto the sheets. 

“You were gonna flash them this pretty little cunt, hmm? I thought it was all mine” he says, feigning disappointment. He drags his fingers back down to your entrance, slowly easing them into you until your body’s purring. 

“It’s yours. All yours” you moan, biting down on your lip. Your walls are so greedy, eating those fingers right up. It’s been weeks since you felt his touch and it’s nothing short of ecstasy to have his hands on you. Inside of you. You arch your back and your tits pop right out of your top, jiggling sensually as he works you with his fingers. 

Chan kisses the inside of your knee, bringing his thumb up to toy with your clit again, “Louder for me, baby. Tell me who you belong to.” He curls his fingers against your cushy walls, his fingertips tapping at your sweet spot. Your body just wants to collapse and let him toy with your needy pussy as much as he wants but you remember the rules. Your eyes are never to leave him. Ever. 

“I belong to you, Channie! I’m yours!” you cry out as he picks up the pace, the veins in his arm becoming all the more defined by the force he uses to drive his fingers into your core. Resting your foot on his thigh, you inch over to rub his bulge and he groans, his eyes ready to roll back in his head. He thanks the heavens that his sweatpants are black otherwise you’d have known how hard you had him ages ago. 

“What’s mine?” he asks, nearly falling off rhythm from how well you tease his cock. All of the blood rushes from his head to his cock, pushing the band of his sweatpants to its limit. 

You clench around his fingers, shifting your hips down further to grind against his hand, “This pussy is yours, Channie. I want you to take it.” Your voice is the sexiest thing he’s ever heard. It’s dripping with enough need that he can’t deny you.

Chan dives face first between your thighs, tearing the flimsy shorts right off of you, and taking a mouthful of your cunt. The slurping sounds are borderline insane. You’re sticky and sweet coating his tongue, nice and warm as you slip down his throat. You squirm beneath him, burying your fingers in his hair, crying out his name as he laps at your pussy.

You do your best, try your absolute hardest, not to look away from him but you can’t keep your eyes from clenching closed. It’s been so long, it feels so fucking good. You’re barely holding onto your sanity let alone maintaining control over your body. 

Chan tilts his head up, suckling at your clit, “I guess we don’t wanna listen tonight.” He pulls his mouth away, releasing your clit with a pop. 

“Noooo” you whine at the loss, forcing your teary eyes back open, “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“I know you didn’t” he sympathizes, rising from the bed to shed his clothing. If there were ever a moment you took your eyes off of him it definitely wouldn’t be now. You didn’t think you could get wetter but seeing your boyfriend standing there naked—muscles on full display, swollen cock dripping arousal between your feet—proves you wrong.

Chan grabs you by the ankles, dragging you right to the edge of the bed, “You just need a little help, that’s all.”

Sandwiching himself between your legs, he aligns the tip with your entrance and grabs you by the chin, pushing your cheeks together so that your lips poke out a tiny bit. “So fucking pretty” he hisses, shuddering at how tight you are when he pops the tip in.

You let out a moan that borders on a whimper and he grins, thrusting into you hard enough that your whole body jiggles from the force. Your eyes squeeze shut and he slaps you on the ass, “Stay with me, baby. I want you to watch what happens to girls who try to make their boyfriends jealous.” 

He dips his hips down, switching to an angle even more lethal, and thrusts into you harder this time, bottoming out. Your lids shoot open, glossy eyes wide open as he drills into you. Every stroke of his cock between your gushing walls is like an art, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“You feel so fucking good” he hums, his free hand reaching between your legs to pet your cunt. “I’ll always want you. Always want this gorgeous face and…fuck…this pussy.” 

His grip on your face is so tight that your words come out jumbled, only breathy moans escaping your lips. He’s so deep inside of you that you’d swear you could feel it in your stomach, right there where all the tension’s building. Your mind’s spinning, core spasming around his cock. You’re fucked out already, your lids growing heavier and almost closing. Just almost. But you force them back open, taking his cock and following instructions like a…

“Good girl” he coos, rubbing your clit faster and faster. Your body jerks, your hands clasping around his arm, and he knows you’re close. “Cum for me. I wanna feel you gush around this cock.” 

Chan lets go of your face, grabbing your plush hips to keep you in place, hips snapping in rhythm with your broken moans. He leans in to plant sloppy open mouthed kisses between your breasts, capturing your mouth with his.

“Channie, I’m…I’m…” you gasp, losing your words as a wave of heat washes over you, leaving you creaming down his length, his thickness stretching your walls to the brink. 

Chan snakes his fingers into your hair, forcing you to stick to your word. He watches your eyes as they light up at the release, fighting to stay open then widening again when he spills into you, swelling you up with his cum.

He keeps you just like this, staring into your eyes until you can’t take it anymore and your head falls back in surrender. Rolling off of you, he cuddles up beside you, both of you high enough that you’re floating. 

“You’re my favorite person in the world” he says, kissing you sweetly. 

“You’re mine too." You crack a weak smile against his lips, “Soooo, did you still wanna grab something to eat?”

“I mean, I already ate” he grins, dipping a finger into your lingering wetness and licking it off, “But I could go for some more.”

꒰ werewolf!bang chan. fem!reader. chan calls reader princess, reader calls him my wolf. brief nipple play. bang chan has an unrealistically big dick. unprotected piv sex (don’t do this!!). lowkey breeding kink if you squint. knotting/creampie. chan is whipped. just kinda soft, emotional sex with your werewolf boyfriend. ꒱

a/n: idk what this is so don’t hate me if it’s bad pls it’s my first time writing werewolf/ a/b/o stuff 🥹

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“Mhh, you’re so big, my wolf,” like liquor, your words inebriate all his senses, make his head dizzy, his body temperature hotter than it already was. A curious hand cups him over the thick layer of his pants, he whines. The big, bad wolf putty in your hands, what a sight. “Think you’re gonna fit in here?” Two fingers tap on the spot between your legs, the one he knows so well — his special spot.

Head thrown back; bare, scarred and marked chest on full display for you, just for you, he whines pathetically once more. He nods quickly. “Yeah. Yes. You know I can.” A pair of warm, strong hands grip your waist, pull you closer so that you’re now sitting on his big bulge that’s threatening to tear his pants apart any second now. “I’ve been inside you before. You know it can fit inside you. You always take me so well, princess. Like we’re made for each other, yeah?”

It never fails to amaze you, the way he can so easily move you around like you’re weightless when really, he’s just stronger than anyone else. His arms circle your waist, he rests his forehead on your shoulder, breathing in the scent of your skin. He could never forget the way you smell, it’s carved in his brain, it smells like home.

“We are made for each other, my wolf” you roll your hips, humping him.

A choked grunt resonates in the room. You play with the soft, wavy hair at the base of his nape, tug at it a little.

“We are,” he whispers, pulls back to look into your eyes, grips the hem of your shirt. “We are.” In one swift move, he takes it off you, lets it fly across the room.

Then his hands are on your chest, his tongue on your nipple, playing with it, as he looks at you with pouty, puppy eyes. No one would believe you’ve got the big alpha wrapped around your finger like this. He throbs inside his pants, pressing you down on him. Your fingers entangled in his hair, they brush his sensitive wolf ears, and he shivers, his tail wiggles.

“Need you,” he starts to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses on all the surface of your skin that’s within his reach. “Need to feel you around me,” he whispers on your neck, “need to make you mine.”

His fingers come to unbutton the fly of your jeans, and he struggles a bit. His wolf brain is telling him to just rip them off you, but then he remembers it’s your favourite pair, so he decides that he should behave.

You kiss him on the head. “Good boy.”

His head snaps up in your direction, so fast you’re scared he might break his neck if he does it again. An unmistakable blush is on his cheeks. He becomes even harder, you can feel it. So hard he might tear his own jeans apart. All the signs he’s growing inpatient.

“Princess…”

“Yes, my wolf?”

“Don’t you need me too?”

You smile tenderly at him. “Of course I do.”

You jump off his lap, wiggle your hips to pull your jeans down your legs, now only in your underwear in front of him. His pants end up on the floor as well, together with his boxers. His very hard and very leaky member slaps on his belly. You’d kneel in front of him and take it in your mouth, but you know he’s desperate and impatient to feel you, so you decide to save it for another time.

“Come here.”

His accent is thick, hot as he speaks, voice coming out as a raspy whisper. You’re back in his lap as soon as he asks, kneels planted on each side of his hips, your hands on his broad shoulders. When he inhales, you know he’s taking in your scent, the scent of your arousal that’s pooling in your underwear. Normal people can’t smell it, but him… it’s so strong he can nearly taste it on the tip of his tongue.

“Gonna get you nice and wet,” he grips you by the hips, pulls your panties to the side, helps you slide on his cock. “Gonna prep you so nicely f’me, yeah? Get you all ready to take my big cock.”

He’s going to prep you with his own arousal, mixing it with yours, coating your entrance and his length with it — moving you up and down his length, letting it slide beautifully between your wet folds, letting his tip bump your sensitive clit with each thrust.

“I’m ready— I’m— I need you. Need you inside.”

“You need me inside?” Chris growls, piercing eyes staring right into yours. “Here?” Two fingers tap you right at your entrance. You nod.

“I’ll give it to you, princess. Gonna give you everything.”

One arm circles your waist as he pumps himself a couple of time with his free hand, looking you in the eye as he does so. Chris gives in and kisses you, giving his cock one last pump, before aligning the tip with your entrance.

“You’ll tell me if it hurts, yeah?” He pecks your lips once more, nuzzles your cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”

You nod, cupping his cheek in your hand as you feel his tip starting to push inside. You gasp at the stretch, squeeze his shoulder. He’s gentle, doesn’t rush it as he keeps pushing his length inside you tight hole until you tap his shoulder. He stops.

“Hurts?”

You shake your head lightly. “No. Just— big. I need a second.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world, princess. We go at your pace.”

Chris kisses your lips, pulls a few strands of hair away from your face to see your eyes better, to get lost inside them. He smiles at you. His pupils are blown, his cheeks flushed red, just like his neck and chest. You sink down on him a little bit more and he gasps loudly, more than halfway inside you already. The stretch is good when he finally bottoms out, filling you up completely, all warm and throbbing sheathed inside of you. He circles your waist with his other arm and rests his head on your shoulder as he lets you get adjusted to having him inside.

“Good?”

“Better than good.” You kiss the top of his head, scratch his wolf ears. “Feels perfect.”

“You feel amazing, princess,” he whines against the skin of your chest, sucking your nipple back into his mouth. “So wet and tight around me. Always take me so perfectly.”

“F-Fuck me,” you gasp out. “Please, fuck me.”

He shakes his head. Kisses the tip of your nose. His hand comes to cup your cheek, keeping you close to him with his other arm. He looks right into your eyes, seeing his own reflection.

“No? You’re not gonna fuck me?” You pout.

Again, he shakes his head as a no, pulls you closer. A kiss on your lips, he throbs inside you.

“Nope. Not gonna fuck. We’re gonna make love, yeah?” He kisses your neck, licks the sensitive skin, lets his sharp teeth scrape it gently. “It’s what it always is with you. Making love. It’s always been love.”

He looks for your eyes, waiting for you to confirm his words.

You smile on his lips, looking at him fondly. “Of course, my wolf. Of course it’s always been love.”

Chris gently rolls his hips, thrusting up inside of you. It takes your breath away. You hunch forward to kiss him once again. He rolls his hips again and again, again and again.

“Gonna— gonna give you my knot,” he gasps. “Gonna give you everything. Make sure to make you mine. Gonna keep you forever, yeah?”

You nod, rolling your hips to meet his, allowing him to sink deeper, deeper, deeper. He fills you up deliciously, to the brim, to the point all you know and feel is him. You sink your nails in his shoulders, throw your head back as you ride him, chasing your high desperately. You tug at his hair and Chris grunts, thrusting inside of you harsher, involuntarily, giving you soft, puppy eyes when you whimper in discomfort.

“Sorry. ‘M sorry, princess,” he kisses your chest, nuzzles into it. “I love you so much. I never want to be without you.”

“I never want to be without you either, my— Chris, my wolf,” you sigh, toes curling, mind going blank. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“I know,” he whimpers, “I can feel it. I can smell it.”

You remember how it used to embarrass you at first, that he could smell your arousal and anticipate your orgasm before you could even start to feel it building up in your stomach.

“Fingers?” Chris asks, you shake your head. He bites his lip. “No? You’re gonna cum just from my big cock, princess?”

“Yes,” you sob, shutting your eyes as you feel your legs tremble on each side of Chris’ hips.

He entangles his fingers in your hair, pulls it gently, pushing your head towards his and resting his forehead on yours. “You’re so good to me, my princess. Cumming for me like the perfect girl you are. That’s it, princess, that’s it.”

You reach your high with a tiny, high-pitched sound, sinking your fingernails deeper in Chris’ shoulder, his thrusts inside of you becoming sloppier and inconsistent. That’s how you know he’s close, too.

“I’m close, too, baby,” he lets out a choked gasp, “gonna give you my knot. You’re gonna take it, aren’t you?”

“‘M gonna take it, all of it.”

Chris’ pupils become even bigger, he’s completely enamored of you.

“Stop me if it hurts, princess. Okay?” You nod, and he buries himself even deeper inside, ready to knot you. “A deep breath, princess. It’s almost in.”

As soon as his knot is finally in, you feel warmth flood inside of you, filling you up to the brim, some of it already leaking out and ending up on Chris’ thighs. He grunts and pants and whines, resting his forehead on your chest and holding you tight as he keeps emptying himself inside of you until there’s nothing more for him to give you.

You play with his hair, as he recovers. He lies down, his back hitting the mattress as he carries you with him, letting your body rest on his, his strong and warm arms shielding you from the outside world. Chris presses a gentle kiss on your forehead, covers your body with the bedsheet.

“I love you so much, my princess.”

“Mhh I love you too, my wolf.”

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