Diving Into You

Chapter 007

Busan was crazy, but now you're back home and you just want to finally relax and unwind. You grabbed your phone and sent a text off to the group chat that you were in with Renjun, Haechan, Jaemin, Yangyang, and Jeno, asking what they were up to. The messages come instantly.

Renjun: Sleep. I'm sleeping.

Yangyang: Watching movies with the other WayV hyungs. You wanna join us, Y/N? I'll have Kun-hyung pick you up.

Renjun: Tell him to pick me up. I'll go!

Haechan: Renjun?! I thought you were going to play games until midnight with me?

Renjun: You're imagining things, Haechan.

Jaemin: I was going to head to the convenience store and grab some food. I'll head over there too, Yangyang!

Haechan: Ya'll are just gonna leave me? Fine...I'll go too.

Yangyang: PARTY AT WAYV'S DORM!!! Y/N, comeeee!!

You sent off a reply saying that you might go. Jeno didn't even reply. Was he asleep?

Settling into the cushions of your couch and about to browse for something to watch, your phone went off.

Jeno: Baby, I'm stuck in the studio and hungry. Can you bring me something to eat?

He was still at work? You got up and grabbed your coat and keys. You stopped by the nearest convenience store next to SM's building before stepping into it and taking the elevator towards the studios.

As the elevator stops at the floor where the studios were held, you squirm. Another vivid fantasy of him makes you tremble. If only he'd walk straight into the elevator, rip off your panties and fuck you sore.

What the hell? You were only meant to bring him food, not think about sex.

Lord, he affects you as much as you affected him. No wonder everyone said you were both a match made in heaven.

You're soaked and throbbing—so much it hurts to be so empty deep between your legs.

You're not even embarrassed of your need anymore. Jeno seems to love how he gets you wet before you even stroke his cock. It's exactly what gets him rock hard for you at sight. Knowing what's waiting for him between your legs.

A mess.

The hallway is dark, except for a light at the end of the vast floor. You assume it's meant to guide you to the place. It leads you toward pleasure, satiation and a passion unlike anything you've known in bed, in the shower, in a limo, in public...and now in an office.

Fuck, it's what your wet dreams are made of. Every single time.

This time, it's the studio.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, you look gorgeous."

You lean against the doorframe, relishing the sight of him sitting in front of the computer.

He's pure sex appeal, power, and strength in one. Your knees shake as you walk over to him, placing the food that you got on the table. His eyes rove over you as if you're prized cattle, taking in every curve, every inch of you.