Choi Yeonjun. Fluff (SecretBoyfriendI! Yeonjun X ! ) Words: 937 Words Warnings: No Warnings :)

⸾ ⸽ Choi Yeonjun. Fluff (SecretBoyfriendIᴅᴏʟ! Yeonjun x ɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Words: 937 words Warnings: No warnings :) ⸽ ⸾

There they were together once more. Well, this was nothing new, the surprise of the situation was the two of them together on a variety show. Well, they weren't exactly on the show yet, as it was only scheduled to start in a few hours, but still…

The moment they realized that their relationship was moving towards a more serious side, they both talked and decided that it was better to communicate to both groups and the companies as well, so they would have greater security in case any media vehicle explains something. And because of that, their managers started to do everything to not let the two meet, but clearly there was a mistake.

As soon as her cell phone flashed on top of the coffee table, indicating that she had received a notification, her eyes lit up when she saw it was coming from her…future boyfriend. He was in a white studio, next to a door, and for a few seconds you let your eyes study how even wearing just his typical jeans and a boring shirt, he was still the most handsome man God's eyes have ever seen. But he was leaning against the wall, looking at something to the side, his eyes then focused on the sheet. It was the name of their group.

"No way!" you say before getting up, clearly in shock, and startling your colleagues in the process, with your sudden act. Rushing to the door, you open it without hesitation, and find him standing there grinning big. “Yeonjunie!” The two smile silly hugging each other tightly.

A clearing of the throat next to you reminds you that you are too much in public to be hugging each other so intimately. "Okay, I know a place..." the brunette says smiling and taking her hand. The two walk side by side, trying to hide their excitement and hide their complicit looks. When they arrive at an empty room, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the guy, who shrugs smiling “namjoon hyung told me here when the company found out” the guy doesn't give you a chance to retort, pulling you and entering the place, closing the door afterwards.

"What are the possibilities..." his voice is low once he's next to you, pinning you to the wall with his body, hands on your face.

You then stop to pay attention to the beauty present in your boyfriend's face, his big and expressive eyes, the shape of his eyebrows, the perfect shape of his nose, and his perfect lips. Yeonjun didn't let his act go unnoticed, and smirked, noticing how he lingered watching his mouth.

“Do they know what they did?” his voice came out low, as he tried to focus on something else, so he tried to focus again on her eyes, finding a glint in them.

“Does it bother you to be with me on television?” he was teasing you, and you knew it, but you believed that if you kept talking, you wouldn't fall so easily into his charms. Yeonjun draws even closer to you, and her scent starts to confuse your senses.

“Of course not,” you start, but the guy takes one of his fingers to his chin tilting his head a little more towards you, “but you know we're going to have to behave ourselves...”

"Behave?" the smile that appeared in the corner of the brunette's perfect lips made you realize that you were exactly where he wanted to be, and he wasn't going to win this little game of his. “Yeah, you know, without... without getting too close...” you start off trying to be rational, forcing your voice to keep its normal tone, but the smile Choi wore was helping to distract you.

“Like how are we now?” he jokes, and you, without paying much attention, just confirm it before continuing to speak: “and... without... touching...” the brunette gets even closer, to what was already believed to be humanly possible, passing one by one. her arms around her waist, causing the air in her lungs to fail.

"Like that?" he goes on with his little game, and you know you lost a long time ago, but you're not sure if winning would be a good strategy.

Even trying to focus on the big and (useless) mission that the two should follow for the day in front of the cameras and evil presenters, but the perfume, the perfect hands and the lips of Choi Yeonjun, her amazing, attentive and attractive boyfriend started to make you feel to confuse.

"and also...we won't be able to...kiss..."

The man in front of you stoops low enough to have his face level with yours, both noses touching. Yeonjun then leans in even closer, his hand caressing your cheek, their breaths mingling, his hot mint breath lightly hitting you. A little more and their lips touched...

“Then we better start now”

When he opens his eyes the boy has his body away from his, a mischievous smile from the corner of his mouth, and one eyebrow raised, and he can't help but find it adorable, the way he almost fell forward, his brows furrowed and his mouth pouted disappointed with what he'd done.

“Yeonjun-ah!”

If you ask, no, Yeonjun didn't feel the least bit bad about doing that, and even kept teasing you covertly during the recordings. But just as everything turned off and you were about to leave (still clearly not happy with what would have happened), when the brunette pulled you by surprise into the same room, putting you against the same wall, holding you in the same way as before, but this time giving you a kiss that made you practically lose track of reality.

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Six...

❤️ Capítulo: Six...

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❤️ Avisos: Xingamentos, menção de sexo, assassinato, envenenamento, morte.

Six...

Dizem que a primeira impressão, é a que fica. Mas dizem também, que suas atitudes podem mudar como as pessoas te creditaram no princípio. Eu sempre fui o tipo de pessoa que acreditava fielmente na primeira constatação, até encontrar ele.

Ezekiel Young.

Fui para Salt Lake city visitar uma prima que tinha acabado de noivar, e estava com as animações nas alturas. Ela então, decidiu que nós tínhamos a obrigação de andar por toda cidade fazendo compras.

E apesar de ter sido uma das semanas mais frias da minha vida, o sorriso e a animação de minha prima, esquentaram meu humor - e seu anel de noivado, incrivelmente grande e brilhoso na mão da morena também aqueceram meu coração.

Foi quando o encontrei. E não estou usando a palavra em um sentido romântico, onde os dois passam por um momento romântico ao completo acaso. Nossos corpos literalmente se encontraram no meio do caminho, em um esbarrão tão violento, que minhas sacolas voaram, e as roupas se espalharam pela calçada.

"A senhorita está bem?" Apesar de ter belos olhos azuis, e ter sido gentil, eu estava possessa, então não, não estava nada bem. E fiz questão que ele visse isso.

"Você acha que estou bem?" Reclamei recusando sua mão estendida e me levantando sozinha, observando parte do estrago que ainda estava na rua, já que minha prima foi solidária em juntar minhas peças. "Olha isso! Não olha por onde anda?! Poderia ter me matado!"

Confesso que exagerar é um dom meu, e poderia facilmente continuar gritando com ele na rua, mas minha prima me impediu.

Passei dois dias sem me lembrar do acaso, mas foi quase impossível quando ele veio até mim. Dessa vez mais calma - e interessada no café que ele insistiu em pagar - não pude deixar me levar por suas desculpas, olhão azuis e cabelos morenos. Ele tinha essa mania de morder o lábio inferior sempre que eu ficava quieta de mais, o que me chamou atenção mais ainda.

Ao final da viajem nós já estávamos namorado. E não demorou muito para então nos mudarmos para uma casa.

Eu estava feliz, vivendo meu romance de cinema, dia após dia. Nós falávamos quase sempre, pois Ezekiel sempre dava um jeito de estar presente no meu dia: me mandava flores, chocolates, pequenos bilhetes escondidos nas minhas coisas... Quando chegamos em casa, eu não me importava de cozinhar e servir, não apenas sua janta, mas também seu Whisky, do jeitinho que ele sempre amou.

Mas aí tudo mudou.

Six...

Os abraços e carinhos diminuíram, os presentes diminuíram, os bilhetes foram ficando menores, até quase não existirem mais... E aquilo começou a me incomodar. Nem as nossas noites que eram quentes aguentaram e foram esfriando cada vez mais.

Six...

"Eu não sei, tem alguma coisa fedendo aqui" comento em um café com minha prima, que dessa vez, veio me visitar.

"Talvez seja o leite estragado" ela brinca, rindo sozinha da própria piada, mas para ao ver minha feição impassível. Assim que chegamos no restaurante, comecei a contar tudo sobre minha relação com Ezekiel, e em como tudo foi se esvairindo. "Calma prima, pode não ser nada"

"Ta, mas e se for alguma coisa? O que ele pode estar me escondendo?" Rebato incomodada com a ideia de que meu quase marido pode estar fazendo pelas minhas costas "Sou Seo Soojin! Não nasci pra ser enganada por ninguém!"

"Tudo bem, tudo bem, já que você desconfia, acho que tenho uma ideia..."

A ideia da minha prima tinha um nome: Charles Hamilton. Ele era nada mais nada menos, do que um detetive particular de ponta, aparentemente descobriu os segredos mais cabeludos de homens casados em Salt Lake.

Naquela mesma tarde nos falamos pelo telefone e acertamos todos os termos e datalhes. E deixei bem claro que ele deveria me contar tudo o que descobrisse, independente do valor, eu tinha dinheiro o suficiente pra isso. E assim, se passaram seis meses.

Six...

Quando conheci Charles Hamilton pela primeira vez ele era completamente diferente do homem idoso, cabelos brancos, corcunda e enrugado que imaginei que ele seria. Ele era justamente o contrário, alto, rosto quadrado, barba bem feita, começando a ficar grisalho agora. E incrivelmente cheiroso. Deus!

"Bom dia, senhorita Young!" Ele me comprimenta, sorrindo brevemente, o que chama ainda mais minha atenção. Sem perder tempo, erho minha mão, para que o mesmo a pegue - o que ele faz, sorrindo maior.

"Por favor, Soojin." Peço sorrindo, e me sentando a sua frente. Começamos o assunto sem muita demora.

Acontece que Ezekiel Young, tinha não apenas uma mulher, nem duas, nem três. Ezekiel Young mantinha seis esposas.

Seis esposas.

Six...

Todas as viagens a trabalho que ele dizia fazer todo esse tempo, eram pra rever suas esposas...Califórnia, Colorado, Arizona, Novo México, Kansas e Nebraska. Seis mulheres em seis estados.

"Sinto muito senhorita Soojin, mas aparentemente seu marido é um mórmon" Charles fala após me entregar todas as fotos de Ezekiel com suas mulheres. Meu estômago deu uma volta, e me senti doente.

"Filho da puta" reclamo ainda sem acreditar, e Charles me olha com pena, coçando a garganta. Olho esse homem incrivelmente bonito e decido que não vou sair por baixo nessa situação, e me preparo para a maior atuação da minha vida. "O que faço agora?!"

Começo a chorar baixinho no guardanapo, as lágrimas mais forçadas, e as últimas que já derramei. Charles se senta na cadeira ao meu lado, me entregando seu lenço de linha, para substituir o guardanapo, e tornou a falar:

"Aparentemente, Ezekiel é um mórmon... é comum que eles..."

"Eu sou feia?" O interrompo, fazendo minha melhor cara de boba, e surtiu efeito. Mais cinco minutos de teatro dramático, misturado com uma boa sedução velada, e transei com Charles Hamilton na cama que dívida com Ezekiel Young.

Assim que o detetive se foi, com promessas de que retornaria para me ajudar no que precisasse, decide que iria deixar bem claro para meu marido, que ele não deveria jamais ter tentado me enganar.

Tudo se segue como um dia normal. Faço arrumo nossa casa, preparo nossa comida e tomo um banho especial, tendo certeza de que ficarei mais cheirosa que o normal. Visto minha melhor roupa e faço uma maquiagem incrível.

Six...

Meus esforços claramente não passam despercebidos pelo moreno, que sorri feliz ao me ver. Ezekiel me agarra, tentando me beijar, mas desvio fingindo ser charme. E ele cai nessa.

Nos sentamos pra jantar normalmente, e quanto ele se senta para ver sua tevê, lhe entrego seu whisky especial. Faço questão de me sentar em seu colo, e acariciar seu rosto.

"Quer saber uma coisa engraçada que aconteceu hoje?" Pergunto usando uma voz aveludada, vejo que peguei sua atenção e continuo, mas só após ele tomar um grande gole do álcool. "Eu transei com um cara chamado Charles na nossa cama."

Assim que digo minhas últimas palavras, vejo quando elas fazem sentido no cérebro de Ezekiel, que se levanta rapidamente, praticamente me jogando longe, se não estivesse esperado por isso. E é por isso que me recomponho rápido.

"O que disse vadia?" Ele indaga, e vejo sua raiva subir ao rosto. Sorrio para o provocar.

Six...

"Não ouviu benzinho? Sua esposa fodeu outro cara na sua cama!" Falo mais alto e forte. Ezekiel termina sua bebida em um gole só, e rio. Burro.

"Vadia estúpida!" O copo vazio é lançado em minha direção e ele está sob meu pescoço, apertando para me deixar sem ar, o que só funciona por alguns minutos, e ele percebe também.

"Qual o problema? Está fraco?" Ergo uma sobrancelha sorrindo e o empurrando forte. Ezekiel cai.

"Deveria chamar uma das suas outras seis esposas pra salvar sua vida, benzinho." Me aproximo de seu corpo já extremamente pálido e sorrio segurando seu rosto "mexeu com a vadia errada"

Six...

Eu tinha um plano de fuga perfeito, e eu estava prestes a conseguir sair de casa quando a polícia chegou. Aparentemente minha vizinha ouviu os gritos de Ezekiel e temeu pela minha vida. E no final, nem Charles Hamilton nunca deu notícias de nada. Filho da puta.

Six...

[Transcrição da Apreensão da Ré]

Vamos começar. Seu nome, por favor.

Seo Soojin, amor.

Sua idade?

24, isso vai demorar muito?

Por que a senhora foi presa?

O filha da puta do meu marido me traia com seis mulheres. Ofereci uma bebidinha pra ele. Pena que ele sempre foi um fracote...

E qual a motivação da senhora?

Pergunta pra uma das esposas dele.

E como a senhora de declara?

Culpada, mon amour. Ele me usou, como se eu fosse a porra de uma concubina! 

The chosen one

Pairing: Jaehyun!Candidate - Princess!Reader

Warnings: None (just beware, Jaehyun is a philanderer here)

Summary: Having lots of smart, handsome men at your feet and giving you all the attention you can think of might be the best possible scenario for some. But for me, it's been a nightmare. Everyone has their desires, but that doesn't mean it's my heart. At least, that's what I believed, until I found him...

I believe that having thousands of perfect men vying for your hand, or at the very least, a second of your attention, can be all that many girls want. All the guys are daring, beautiful, with a thousand qualities and an incredible willingness to listen. But that's not what I want right now.

All meals are little wars fought between them, which most of the time seems to tire me more than those involved. Mom keeps encouraging me to watch them with more affection, but I can't. Selection is not something I like.

I was leaving the ladies' room, and heading towards my office, when two suitors corner me. They both start talking about the day, and how they would like to share me as we walk through the garden. I swallow my acid comments about not being a piece of meat to share, and smile diplomatically apologetically, and ask them not to follow me. Even with their protests, they let me go my way.

When I hear their conspiratorial whispers trying to change my mind, I walk into the library beside me, and lock myself in it. The room was huge, and its huge shelves covered with copies of my favorites. Clever young men, though, I think I've only seen one or two come in here, so I know I'll be quiet.

I start to walk among my faithful companions when I see a standing silhouette. He looked focused, trying to decipher something. I approach slowly and as I try to see what's in my hands, I try to remember his name.

-A...Alqu...what is this? -he snorts in frustration.

-"The Alchemist". -I reveal the name of the book, making myself present. I see the boy get red ears, and be embarrassed. I smile at your attitude, and the length. -It's an excellent book.

-Ah, Your Majesty, I...-He bows in respect and I do the same then, approaching me a few steps. - forgive me, I don't...

-Calm down! - I end up letting out a slight laugh, from his nervousness - the library is for everyone, although I don't believe that all suitors know about it... - I see the boy in front of me nodding. -So you like to read?

-Yes, Your Majesty... I remembered a book, and I decided to come look for it.

-Well, as it's a private collection, it might not have some titles...- I observe the spines in front of me. -Why don't you tell me the name, and we'll look for it together?

Seeing the boy's smile, I feel something strange. A certain euphoria, for maybe it's the first sensible conversation I've had since it all started. I hear what he's looking for, and he started walking, with him beside me.

-Sorry to ask, but there are still a lot of new faces... what's your name? -I ask.

-It's Jaehyun, Your Majesty. Yoo Jaehyun. - the brunette seemed to gain confidence with every word.

-Please, just you. We are alone. -I smile at him who agrees. - caste two?

-Yes...how do you know?

-Lovely face. - I shrug. I took a time to ponder what I should ask you now. I have a list of questions to ask the suitors so I can eliminate them as soon as possible. But something about him made me want to know more about him as a person.

-I wonder how exhausting it must be for you. -He says, I'm surprised. The eye, looking for a reference to your speech - the selection... is an event for many of us, but I can't imagine it for you.

-Oh yes...let's say I'm not found the idea of ​​having a reality show, to force me to choose a husband. - I make a face which makes him laugh lightly.

- I always thought the program was unfair to you, and to the candidates, -this Jaehyun from caste two, starts talking, and when I think it's going to continue, he gives up. I instruct him to go into a hallway with books in Korean, and then into the romance session.

-You should find what you're looking for here...-I turn my back looking at some old names.

-I've already found what you wanted. -He assures me, and when I turn around, I catch him watching me intensely.

-I knew i have found ever since I've layed my eyes here. - His sentence made me blush, and then he hands me the book he had in his hands. I nod, and turn to pick up a random book. I try to control my breathing and heart which accelerated rapidly. -Are all these books yours?

-I share the space with my parents, but a large part of the collection is mine. - I shrug, proud of myself

- What does your book talk about?

-Love. Love and all its forms. - His voice was calm, and his face was that of someone who faithfully believed in that feeling.

-So you are a romantic...do you believe in fate, or soul mates?

-Yes, on both. -When I realize, we stopped walking and we're just staring at each other while we talk. -I believe that no matter what happens, you and your soul mate are bonded, and will meet and be together. How should be.

-Akai Ito...- I whisper with his sudden approach. I give up trying to read who he is, and trying to understand why I can't act with him like I was with everyone else. - What do you want, Jaehyun?

-Sorry, I don't think I understand.

-In five minutes of conversation with the suitors, I can already trace their desires...money, power, a fairy-tale life...but I don't know what you want. -I start pouring everything in front of him, while he stares at me with a small and disconcerting smile at the corner of his mouth - I don't remember seeing you vying for my attention at dinners, or anytime... what do you want here Jaehyun?

-I always waited for the right moment. That was my mom's advice... watch, not invade your space... and although I think the selection is unfair, I wouldn't mind having the opportunity to spend time with you, and get to know who you really are. - I watch him take a step towards me and take my hand. He smiles and looks deep into my eyes - even if it breaks my heart to little pieces, I wouldn't mind picking up the pieces.

And in the next second, I did something I haven't done with anyone in my entire life. I leaned over her body, and pressed our lips together. I didn't know much about Jaehyun, but I knew I could take a chance with him, and maybe give myself up, for the first time.

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Pop!

❤️ Chapter: POP!

❤️ Minnie x Leitor!Homem

❤️ Words: 849

❤️ Warnings: Cursing, murder, death, angry, blood.

Pop!

No, our relationship wasn't bad, or terrible. In fact, I think we were the healthiest couple on our street, or even in our neighborhood.

But the point is: as human beings, individuals… we all have our faults. I myself admit that I have some flaws, like when I read a magazine and leave a few ears on random pages, or even not wash my dishes after I finish my meals. But of course, these are major flaws.

Bernie David was a husband's sweetheart on a general panel, but he had this flaw… Bernie loved popping bubblegum bubbles. No matter the moment, let alone how much you ask, he will always look at you and burst a bubble.

I usually let it go, with a sour and humorous comment at the same time, but then, I couldn't ignore it anymore…

Pop!

Work keeps consuming me more each day. The papers kept arriving in droves, the men were always yelling at me for futile reasons, "You didn't put the comma correctly!", I wanted to throw those papers in my boss's face and have them shoved up his ass because they mistake was committed by Tony, not me. And when they didn't blame me, they looked at me strangely or tried to provoke me, doubting my position. I was on the verge of bursting.

But it's finally Friday, and in theory, I could rest the entire weekend if it weren't for another pile of documents that must be corrected. But it's ok, I know I can. All I need is peace and silence.

Pop!

As soon as I get home, I find my husband in the living room, watching some game that doesn't interest me. I take off my shoes and leave my keys and bags in the right place.

"I'm going to take a shower" I inform Bernie, glancing at him sideways, but the man is apparently having a good day as he turns from his chair towards me, wipes his hands on his pants, and opens his arms with a smile on his face.

"What? No, my love, come here and say hello to your husband that you loves you so much!"

I roll my eyes, but head towards him, after all, I know my bad day isn't his fault, and he always had this scent of clean clothes and soaps that reminded me of home and comforted me. As we break free and I head upstairs to the bathroom, I hear her bubble gum pop on his lips.

Pop!

Showered, papers on the table, I decide to have a snack for my dinner, as I don't want too many difficulties and Bernie is very satisfied with his peanuts, beers and of course, his gum.

As I focus on reviewing the papers, I notice mistakes and more mistakes made by those scoundrels, and I put my 'dinner' aside. I still can't believe I've spent the entire week being made fun of by mediocre men who think they're incredibly better than me because someone told them that. Come on, a five-year-old knows how to write inconsequential. Well, maybe not, but in this case, I truly believe so.

Pop!

Idiot men, donkeys, dicks in the ass. Who was the clueless one that made them believe they're actually better than us women because they have a dick? You see, we bleed every month and we are still alive. That's impressive!

Pop!

"Bernie dear, can you please stop the bubbles? I'm trying to work here!" I use my calmest, sweetest voice when yelling, the last thing I want is for him to tease me childishly.

"Minnie honey, can you please stop screaming? I'm trying to pop bubbles in here!"

Pop!

Of course, he was going to answer me like that, maturity was never his strong point. But I let it go this time.

Pop!

And this one too.

Pop!

He can only be doing it on purpose… "Bernie it's serious!" I try to sound more serious, I need peace, I need to finish this today and be free of everyone, at least on my weekends.

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

I can't think anymore, I can't focus anymore, and I let the anger and frustration turn my vision red and I don't have complete control over my next actions.

I walk into the living room, with purposeful, heavy, angry steps, past Bernie and his playful smile and ridiculous comment.

"You don't like to pop so much? Let's see what you think of this poping?"

Our hunting rifle is in my hands, and pointing toward him in the chair, as he turns around. All the anger and helplessness he'd felt before dissipated and then he exploded. So was the blood on Bernie's skull from the well-aimed shot to his head.

Pop!

[Transcription of Defendant's Apprehension]

Alright, let's get started. Please tell me your name.

It's Nicha Yontararak, but I prefer to be called Minnie.

Your age?

24 years

Why were you arrested?

Because I killed my idiot husband with probably the most accurate shot he's ever seen.

And what is your motivation?

The fucking bubble gum!

And how do you declare yourself?

Guilty. But damn it! I warned him! I asked him… But no… He knew what the fuck he was doing!

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⿴ ≡ Im Changkyun (Idol! Changkyun x NonIdol!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Words: 1.487 words Warnings: explicit sex; Changkyun lip piercing, so lots of kisses; slightly cockwarming. ⚠️MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT⚠️≡ ⿴

Hot. Between a lot of adjectives, this one is the best to define my boyfriend. Even more now. Changkyun was getting ready to be at the stage with his group mates, what it meant I could only see his clothes when I scaped to see him. And I confess I wasn’t ready to what I saw.

 Changkyun appeared with his tight black jeans, and a red jacket covering his shirt. But what coght me out of guard it was on his lips. A piercing at his low lip. “hey babe!” His grasp voice and smirk added to the another piercing but on his eyebrow, and that gives me the feeling that it was something purposeful. “What you thought about the clothes of tonight?” The brown haired guy comes closer smiling.

 I get up, and when his body is in front of me, I abruptly pull him closer, holding his hips “A big hottie”. I gave him the compliment listening his low laugh “babe, what do you think of keep this up when we get home?” I ask looking straight to his lip piercing not having the intention to hide that his previous plan to get into me had worked.

“Anything that my babe wants” Chang hug my hips and I smile with that. I stand on tiptoes to reach to his face and and I quickly pull his low lip with my teeth whispering near him “great”. I can see his eyes getting darker, but when he leans Shownu’s voices is heard at the door calling him to go to the stage. The boy grunt disappointed, and before he leaves I repeat his actions receiving a warning look from him.

…

During all the concert I saw how I wasn’t the only one to appreciate his fake piercing, listening from some fans beside me talking about ‘how hot’ he was. And in fact he really was, but besides his look, he was acting tease, knowing how hot he is.  

I’ve had never seeing him left the stage in such a hurry, and getting into the car to ride us home also quickly. And I couldn’t hold the laugh when he rushed to our apartment door unlocking it pretty fast. We barely get into the house, when Changkyun press me against the wood kissing me voraciously taking away my breath. “Babe…lock…the door…” I try to tell him between the kiss. Im grunt at my lips doing what I told.

Not wanting to wait anymore, the brown haired guy get me into his arms and lead the both of us to the room. When we get there I start to undress him, starting with his shirt that with an a second its already at the floor. I take a time to look at his torso and I can’t resist to the urging to kiss and bite his taned skin, felling his breathing getting choppy.

I back to kiss his lips feeling once again the metal against my own lips, and letting my hands starting to unzip his belt “damn babe, If I knew how it would reach you, I would had used the lip piercing before” I smile bitting his lip answering him “then don’t stop using it”.  

Changkyun take my shirt off and lay me on the bad, we both smile and I watch the way that his eyes go through my body before he do what I have done with his own. One of his large hands go straight to my breast and squeeze it on top of the bowl of my bra “babe you have a really big heart” Changkyun jokes smirking “shut up” it’s the answer that he receives from me, before I pull his face so I can kiss him one more time.

All of Changkyun’s kisses are delicious, but his fake piercing let his lips even better. I help him to take it off my underwear, and without any hesitation, Changkyun take his time making me going crazy. While his face was on top of my body, I trie to gain some friction moving my hips against his own to get what I want. “Changie, I need you” I use his pet name to sinalize to him how needy I’m for him. “How you are being a good girl, I’m gonna let you decide what do you want first… my mouth or my fingers baby?” My boyfriend ask me kissing my neck, the place he knows that get me weak. “Both” I answer him taking a deep breath and feel his smile against my skin. We take the rest of ours clothes faster that we can.

Im hold my tights after getting comfortable on the bed, and I definitely wasn’t expecting the way that he sucked my clit, making me moan out loud. Changkyun introduce his tongue, moving the way that he knows that it drive’s me crazy. The feeling of his piercing on my heated skin brings a even better feeling.

Changkyun definitely knows how to use his tongue, but he knows even more how to use it with his fingers, because at the moment that he decided to use both of them on me, my head gets cloudy, and the only thing I know how to do right now, is moan. “You’re so pretty like this baby but why don’t you moan a little louder?” I already know what to expect when I heard his words, but that doesn’t mean I was actually ready to when he hold me even tighter and eat me out faster and roughly. While Changkyun was having his face deeper on my intimacy, my hips tried to leave his embarace, but only being a action of reflex, however  his strong hands keep me on my pace. How he previously had planned, my moans start to increase, and are now showing how desperate I’m. “Babe…i’m…” I try to mumble something, and i know that he understood, once he start to move faster. I don’t need not even five minuts, and already feel my climax, still my boyfriend keeps with is oral movements making me tremble even more.

“As always, a bigg hottie” I see the boy smirk cleaning the corner of his lips. I melt under his eyes over my body and I try to calm my breath “look at you…so beautifull” Chang take his lips to mine and start to assert his dominance over the kiss, and over me.

I leade my hands over the bulge on his pants and I hear his moan against mine mouth. I free him from the belt and take his pants off, leting be visible his needs. Once Chang take off  his red underwear, I can see that his dripping so I give him a little 'help’. “Fuck babe! You have magic hands!” I hear him while I move my hands in a slow pace on his member. Changkyun throw back his head and I smile with the sinner vision my boyfriend gives to me. The swet start raising in his neck, making him even more irrestible. “Fuck it, I need to be inside you” Im holds my face bitting my low lip. I confirm with my head before pull away from him while he gets the condoms in the drawer besides the bed. Changkyun take a deep breath while put the protection on himself and that noise it’s music for my ears.

At the moment he is at the bed, I pull his body to sit with his back at the wall. “Today I want to ride you” I explain while I bite his lip that was shining with a smirk. I sit on his member slowly, feeling him fill me up completely. “Move” I’m commandad, and so I do, starting to move my hips slowly.

 I hold Changkyun’s face apreciating his beauty. He had his eyes closed, had back supporting at the wall, pure pleasure  stamped on his face, and leaving his mouth low and huscky moans that send shivers to all my body. When he’s eyes open and he looks at me, I can see the luxury presence on them. “Like what you see babe?”

 "A lot“ is my answer before another wild kiss, and Changkyun starts to move against my hips. Hitting my 'G’ spot, and once more, my moans volume up. I hold myself on the brown haired guy, unintentiolly scratching his back, and he let his lips on my neck increasing my pleasure.

Not much later, I reach my seacond high, falling in over his body, that keep it moving reaching his own pleasure, reaching it not much after I did, holding me against himself. We keep hugging at the same position trying comeback to normal. I smile feeling his hand caressing my back.

”I definetly gonna buy more of these" Chang speaks throught the silence,making me laugh slightly. “You get even more hot with that” I answer kissing the skin I could reach. We comeback to stay in silence for a couple more of seaconds until Chang speaks again “You know, this is kinda good”

 I face him in doubt until realise that he was still inside me “That’s your way to ask for try cockwarming?” I ask and my boyfriend close his eyes confirming with his head a little embarraced. “You think you can stand still?” I ask and he look at me with shining eyes “Is that a 'yes’?” “If you take this condoms off and we take a shower before, than yes” I watch when my answer makes my boyfriend smile.  

So we take a relaxing shower and fallen into the bed, even closer as before.

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Six...

❤️ Chapter: Six...

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❤️ Words: 1.467 words

❤️ Warnings: Cursing, mention of sex, murder, death, angry.

Six…

They say that the first impression is the one that lasts. But they also say that your attitudes can change how people credited you in the beginning. I've always been the type of person who faithfully believed the first statement until I found it.

Ezekiel Young.

I went to Salt Lake City to visit a cousin who had just gotten engaged, and my spirits were high. She then decided that we had an obligation to walk around town shopping.

And even though it was one of the coldest weeks of my life, my cousin's smile and animation warmed my mood - and her incredibly large and shiny engagement ring in the brunette's hand also warmed my heart.

That's when I found him. And I'm not using the word in a romantic sense, where the two of them have a romantic moment at complete randomness. Our bodies literally met in the middle of the path, in a collision so violent, that my bags flew, and my clothes scattered on the sidewalk.

"Are you all right?" Despite having beautiful blue eyes, and being kind, I was possessed, so no, it wasn't okay. And I made sure he saw that.

"Do you think I'm fine?" I complained, refusing his outstretched hand and getting up on my own, observing some of the damage that was still on the street, as my cousin was supportive in putting my pieces together. "Watch that! Don't you watch where you're going?! You could have killed me!"

I confess that exaggeration is a talent of mine, and I could have easily continued yelling at him in the street, but my cousin stopped me.

So I went two days without remembering the chance, but it was almost impossible when he came to me. Calmer this time - and interested in the coffee he insisted on paying for - I couldn't let myself be carried away by his apologies, blue eyes, and brunette hair. He had this habit of biting his bottom lip whenever I was too quiet, which caught my attention even more.

By the end of the trip, we were already dating. And it wasn't long before we moved into a house.

I was happy, living my movie romance, day after day. We spoke almost always because Ezekiel always managed to be present in my day: he sent me flowers, chocolates, and little notes were hidden in my things… When we got home, I didn't mind cooking and serving, not just his dinner, but also his Whiskey, just the way he always loved it.

But then everything changed.

Six…

The hugs and caresses decreased, the gifts decreased, the notes became smaller, until there were almost no more… And that started to bother me. Not even our nights, which were hot, could stand it and it got colder and colder.

Six…

"I don't know, something stinks here" I comment in a cafe with my cousin, who this time, came to visit me.

"Maybe it's the bad milk" she jokes, laughing to herself at her own joke, but stops when she sees my impassive face. As soon as we arrived at the restaurant, I started to tell him everything about my relationship with Ezekiel, and how it all fell apart. "Calm down cousin, it might be nothing"

"Okay, but what if it's something? What could he be hiding from me?" I retort, uncomfortable with the idea that my almost-husband might be doing it behind my back "I'm Seo Soojin! I'm not born to be deceived by anyone!"

"Okay, okay, since you're suspicious, I think I have an idea…"

My cousin's idea had a name: Charles Hamilton. He was nothing less than a top private detective, apparently uncovering the hairiest secrets of married men in Salt Lake.

That same afternoon we spoke on the phone and agreed on all the terms and details. And I made it very clear that he should tell me everything he found out, regardless of the amount, I had enough money for that. And so, six months passed.

Six…

When I first met Charles Hamilton he was completely different from the old, white-haired, hunchbacked, and wrinkled man I imagined him to be. He was just the opposite, tall, square-faced, clean-shaven, starting to gray now. And incredibly fragrant. God!

"Good morning, Miss Young!" He greets me, smiling briefly, which gets my attention even more. Without wasting time, I lift my hand, so he can take it - which he does, smiling bigger.

"Please, Soojin," I ask smiling and sitting in front of him. We got down to business without much delay.

Turns out Ezekiel Young had not just one wife, not two, not three. Ezekiel Young kept six wives.

Six fucking wives.

Six…

All the business trips he claimed to be taking all this time were to see his wives again…California, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, Kansas, and Nebraska. Six women in six states.

"I'm sorry Miss Soojin, but apparently your husband is a Mormon," Charles says after handing me all the pictures of Ezekiel with his women. My stomach did a flip, and I felt sick.

"Motherfucker" I complain, still in disbelief, and Charles looks at me with pity, scratching his throat. I look at this incredibly handsome man and decide I'm not going to come out at the bottom of this situation, and I prepare for the biggest performance of my life. "What do I do now?!"

I start to cry softly into my napkin, the most forced tears, and the last ones I've ever shed. Charles sits in the chair next to me, handing me his handkerchief to replace the napkin, and speaks again:

"Apparently, Ezekiel is a Mormon… it's common for them to…"

"Am I ugly?" I cut him off, putting on my best silly face, and it had an effect. Five more minutes of dramatic theatrics, mixed with some well-veiled seduction, and I fucked Charles Hamilton in the bed I share with Ezekiel Young.

As soon as the detective left, with promises that he would return to help me with whatever I needed, I decided that I would make it very clear to my husband that he should never have tried to deceive me.

Everything goes on as a normal day. I clean our house, prepare our food and take a special bath, making sure I smell better than usual. I wear my best outfit and do amazing makeup.

Six…

My efforts clearly didn't go unnoticed by the brunette, who smiled happily when he saw me. Ezekiel grabs me, trying to kiss me, but I deflect by pretending to be charming. And he falls for it.

We sit down to dinner normally, and when he sits down to watch his TV, I hand him his special whiskey. I make a point of sitting on his lap and caressing his face.

"Want to know a funny thing that happened today?" I ask using a velvety voice, I see I've got his attention and I continue, but only after he takes a big gulp of alcohol. "I had sex with a guy named Charles in our bed."

As soon as I say my last words, I see them make sense in Ezekiel's brain, who jumps to his feet, practically throwing me away as if he hadn't expected it. And that's why I recover so quickly.

"What did you said, bitch?" he asks, and I see his anger rise to his face. I smile to tease him.

Six…

"Didn't you hear honey? Your wife fucked another guy in your bed!" I speak louder and stronger. Ezekiel finishes his drink in one gulp and laughs. Dumb.

"Stupid bitch!" The empty glass is tossed towards me and he's under my neck, squeezing to knock the air out of me, which only works for a few minutes, and he notices it too.

"What's wrong baby? Are you weak?" I raise an eyebrow smiling and pushing him hard. Ezekiel falls.

"You should call one of your other six wives to save your life, honey." I approach her already extremely pale body and smile holding her face "messed with the wrong bitch"

Six…

I had a perfect escape plan, and I was just about to make it out of the house when the police arrived. Apparently, my neighbor heard Ezekiel's screams and feared for my life. And in the end, even Charles Hamilton never appeared to say anything. Motherfucker.

Six…

[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]

Let's start. Your name, please.

Seo Soojin, love.

Your age?

24, will this take a long time?

Why were you arrested?

My son of a bitch, of a husband, cheated on me with six women. I offered him a drink. Too bad he was always such a weakling…

And what is your motivation?

Ask one of his wives.

How do you declare?

Guilty, mon amour. He used me like I was a fucking concubine!