"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: "Ride for me" - Daniel Di Angelo
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Trigger warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual intercourse which might be sensitive for some readers. __________
Jieun
A frustrated sigh escaped Heeseung's lips as he lost to me in League of Legends for the 2nd time. . . . .
"Now, who's the winner babe?" I pushed him slightly, my gaze moving to the sulking Bambi, his arms crossed against his chest. . . . .
"Ugh! Ok, you won this time." He groaned in annoyance, as I untied my hair; making it fall over my shoulders. . . . .
He tried to walk out of the room, before I pulled him closer. "Where are you going after losing the bet?" My face flashed a smirk, before tracing his jawline with my hand. . . . . ——————— |Flashback— ———————
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"Let's play League of Legends, Hee. I'm bored." I threw my arms around his shoulders, whining with a pout on my lips. . . . .
"You're adorable." He chuckled cutely, before I smacked his chest. "Yah! Let's play right now. I'm dying in boredom." I pushed him on the bed, only to land on him as he yanked me closer to him. . . . .
"What do I get if I win?" He raised an eyebrow, making me roll my eyes. "As if I'm gonna let you win." I tsked. . . . .
"Then what does the winner get?" His lips traced my neck. "Whatever they want to do for an hour to the loser." I grin knowingly. . . . .
"You sure about that? You clearly know my intention, don't you?" He smiled devilishly. "Let's see who wins first." I pushed him on the chair, tying my thick hair in a messy bun. . . . .
"Deal!" He winked at me teasingly. . . . . —————————
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Heeseung's face paled at the remembrance of the deal he made with me. Oops- . . . .
"Now now, do as I say." I pulled him closer to me, making our bodies collide. . . . .
"Are you planning to -?" I cut him off by pressing my lips on the lob of his ear, whispering gently, "Take off your shirt. No second words." I press my finger on his lips. . . . .
