"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝?" He whispered in my ears with his husky voice as he pinned my hands against the wall.
He had nev...
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🎧Playlist: "RUNRUNRUN" – Dutch Melrose
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Trigger warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual intercourse which might be sensitive for some readers. __________
Jieun
"I'm glad everything is back to normal." I jogged my way to Heeseung, pressing a kiss on his cheek. . . . .
"No, it's not." He pulled me by my wrist, making us collide. He snaked an arm around my waist, to hold me closer to him. . . . .
"You have a punishment, remember???" A devilish smirk curved up his lips, as I caressed his jaw. . . . .
"Punish me, babe. Fuck me like I'm the only thing you've ever wanted." I whispered in a seductive tone, with a grin resting on my lips. . . . .
"Since when is my princess so eager to get fucked?" He tilted my chin, drawing my face closer to him. . . . .
"Since I made myself your toy to fuck." I kissed his neck, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. . . . .
He grinned seeing me throw the shirt across the room, leaving his neck with a hicky. My mouth slid down, until it touched his nipple and a visible shiver rippled through his body. . . . .
"You're sensitive there too?" I asked him, with a wicked grin on my lips. . . . .
"Fuck! You're making me lose control, princess." He groaned, cursing with a low voice. . . . .
"I wanted to treat you like my princess, but it looks like you're already my queen." He leant closer to my face, tugging onto my lips with his teeth. . . . .
"Then kneel down for your queen and fuck me like you mean it, babe." I kissed him, colliding our tongues together. . . . .
He kissed me back more passionately, carrying me to our bedroom; before slamming the door of the room. . . . .
I tipped my head back further, giving him as much access as possible. A moan slipped from my mouth to his, which he answered with a torturous groan. . . . .
I didn't see when he pushed my top up, his hand stealing my lace bra before he pinched my nipples. . . . .
A half whimper, half gasp escaped from my mouth when he actually knelt down in front of me, took off my skirt and tore my underwear as his fingers discovered the wetness between my thighs. . . . .
