What if you're about to meet the people you work for and they're also your Idols?
And one gives you the Soul Mark after you kiss?
Do you tell them? Or do you keep it to yourself and try to build a relationship first?
Y/n is about to find out, come a...
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I'm completely speechless, just drinking him in. The way he's leaning against the door frame, a smirk on his face, eyes dark and brooding, roaming my whole body. How is he here? Is he alone? Seeing him now makes me realize how much I missed him, the soul mark burning to sense him close. Next to being speechless, I'm also paralyzed, unable to move anything. I don't even blink, too scared he will vanish.
"Hello little Minx. Surprised to see me?" He purrs, and the sound of his sexy voice, resonates deep within me, making me wet already. He walks closer, and halts in front of me, him being taller I need to tilt my head.
His finger strokes my cheek and I shiver. "Very," I finally find my voice, and he chuckles at my response. He has my whole attention, so I don't hear a thing, I just see him, feel him, smell him. I wrap my arms around his back and pull him against me, his lips on my neck, kissing.
"I've missed you so much," I whisper into his ear. He chuckles against my skin and bites it before replying, "me too little Minx, so, so much. I'm sorry," he adds, and I wonder what he means but I get distracted by him lifting my leg and sliding into me. Wait? When did he remove his pants? He pushes as far as he can go and then stays there, sighing.
He starts to move as he kisses my neck up to my ear, "I'm sorry, I couldn't wait anymore," and he licks the shell. Every touch, lick, and thrust has pleasure burst through my system, building the fire, stroke for stroke. I moan and in the back, I can hear rustling, but my mind is too far caught up in the pleasure, so I forget it the instant I hear it.
Balancing on one leg, while the other is hooked in his elbow is a challenge, and he helps me by wrapping the other arm around my back. I wrap mine around his shoulders and just enjoy the feeling of him sliding in and out of me. His lips crash hungrily on mine and he steals my breath, mimicking his thrusts with his tongue.
Suddenly a slap on my ass has me clenching my walls and he groans in delight, "God you're so tight, I love it. The way you wrap around my cock is heavenly, it makes me wanna stay in you forever," he purrs huskily in my ear, goosebumps erupting across my body, making me shiver in delight.
The dirty talk fuels the fire in my belly, making it almost break like a dam. My nails dig into his scalp as I stroke through his soft locks, adding another pleasure to the mix. Everything about him has me on edge so quickly, and when the orgasm breaks the dam and it flows through my nerve system, I moan his name in his ear and he stutters, thrusting once, twice, and spilling his seed into me. The pleasure centers in my soul mark as his fingers trail over it softly and the tingles there morph into fireworks, prolonging the orgasm.
He joins me moaning and he bites my neck and lapping at it after with his tongue. Only after regaining our breath, he pulls out of me, placing my leg down, and when he steps away, I get another surprise.
"That was quite the show." Tiger says lazily, lounging against the door frame. When I see him, I run at him and throw my body on him. He wraps his arms around me chuckling, "Did you miss me that much?" he asks. I just nod, my face against his neck, breathing him in. He smells so good, it feels like coming home.
