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b4nka1 · 9 months

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ridin' toji fushiguro x fem!reader

warnings : smut, hotel room sex, first times, p > v sex, mentions of scars, oral (fem receiving), fingering, toji is quite young in this one, choking, mean dom, size difference, pussy spanking, not proofread

a/n : idek what have i written in here,, i was so fuckin tired after coming home and i have bruises all over my forearms cuz i was goalkeeping without the damn gloves && i had toji on my mind all day fuckin me dumb so here we go 🧍‍♀️&& tysm @kazushawty for helping me with virgin toji 🫶

a/n pt 2 : fucking wifi got disconnected in the middle of my writing and i forgot to save the draft like always 🥶 but anyway here's a better and cleaner rewritten version

you had known toji for quite some time now, ever since you joined a random facebook group for bikers after you bought your new bmw m1000rr.

of course, there weren't many women in the group, but toji was the nicest. you both went on so many rides together. intercity rides with him were your favorite.

you both would stop at a hotel in the highway, eat nice food and stay for the night to continue your journey tomorrow. everything was just perfect.

it just happened to be another intercity ride that involved you, toji, and two other guys from the group, satoru and suguru.

it was almost 1am, and your bike was getting overheated. all of you mutually agreed with the issue and decided to stay at a hotel for the night while your bikes cooled down.

as always, satoru and suguru booked a room together so did you and toji. unfortunately, the hotel did not have any other rooms that had two beds separate.

it was just one king-sized bed for you and toji. it was pretty awkward but toji didn't see any problem with it.

soon you got your room keys and you went to your respective rooms.

"do you wanna shower first or?" toji asked in his gruff, husky voice which never failed to send the good kind of shivers down your spine.

"you can go ahead." you gave him a subtle smile. he nodded and swung a towel over his beefy shoulder.

wait— did i mention that he is upper body naked in front of you? did you realize that yet? no, not until he reached out for his phone that was behind you on the bed, and his waist nearly clashed with your face.

cringe, right? you thought so too, but then you realized that he is really fucking hot.

you'd never see him in an attire outside his biking outfit. hell, there was no attire right now except for the biker pants that hugged his muscular thighs and calves so perfectly (never skip leg day my lovelies <3).

you had to stop yourself from ogling at him. sure, he was such a sight to see. the patchy tattoos all around his arms and collarbones, the chunky platinum chain dangling around his neck, a few scars scattered around his chest, how'd he get them, the haply trail and veins leading into his pants—

you shook your head violently. you were definitely being carried away by his figure that was positively a work of both aphrodite and hephaestus.

toji seemed to notice your vigorous head shaking from his peripheral.

"what's wrong?" he asked, tossing his phone next to you, leaning down so his eyes were at your level.

a small blush creeped up your cheeks before you shook your head, "j-just shaking the helmet pain off ya know? heh." what the fuck was that, you thought to yourself.

toji chuckled, shaking his head, "ya good at making up stories, doll." he then pulled away and stretched and ohfuckohfuckohfuck the way his abs, his pectorals, and his serratus anteriors flexed was such an eye candy.

you were definitely ogling as his back turned towards you, walking away into the bathroom. you noticed a tiny tattoo on the base of his back. you couldn't make out what it was, but it was something in words.

after a few minutes he came out of the shower, dressed in fresh new pair of clothes.

his hair was dripping water onto the towel thrown over his shoulder, as he slowly made his way towards you.

you were busy playing games on your phone when he sneaked in next to you, ever so casually invading your personal space by leaning his chin against your shoulder.

"mhm, candy crush? boring." he rasped, nuzzling his nose into your neck and sniffing you deeply.

this made you a blushing mess, and you already felt a wet patch in your panties. you never had been so close to a guy before in the bed, and here he is. doing it as if it's common for friends to do so.

"mhm, sweaty but the smell of your perfume still lingers, beautiful." he whispered, pressing a soft kiss on the middle bottom of your neck. his damp hair tickled your chin, but the kiss made you feel things that your hips buckled, just slightly.

"mmh? my doll is so needy?" he whispered, sitting up and hovering above you, a hand placed carefully on your waist.

you raised an eyebrow, breaths coming off in irregular, short pants. "wh-what do you mean...?" you stuttered.

"cut the crap, doll. you're acting as if you weren't leering over me before i went for a shower." he whispered, bringing his other hand to your neck, softly grasping it.

it had you whining lewdly, hips bucking up to feel some sort of friction. alas, there was none.

"so fucking needy, baby. have you ever done this before?" he asked you while unzipping your biker pants, struggling to get them off your body.

when he finally did, he grinned, looking at a slightly dark spot on your peachy pink panties.

you shook your head, "uhm, no...b-but i suppose i need it..." you panted, again, what the fuck was that.

toji chuckled, "me neither." he spoke casually, rubbing two fingers against the damp spot.

"don't get me wrong though, princess. i have had experience in fingering a pussy or two, never just fucked em." he rasped, watching a string of your wetness connect his fingers to your panties as he slightly pulled away his hand.

"fuck..." he rasped again, smacking his fingers against your damp panties, rubbing your clothed pussy eith three kf his fingers.

he felt a tiny bulge, a very small one protrude after sometime.

"your clit is so excited hm??" he teased, still rubbing your clothed cunt. it elicited a moan out of you, hips wildly writhing in order to receive some attention to your bare, pink pussy.

toji chortled, pulling the crotch part of your panties before letting it go as it snapped against your sopping wet cunt, and a whine escaped your lips at the smack.

he bit his lower lip before tugging your panties off, leaving your soiled wet cunt exposed for him.

he locked his lips slowly, pressing his thumb onto your clit and watched as more of your wetness oozed down to the mattress, wetting it.

"mmh, perfect. the most perfect pussy i've seen in all my life." he grinned, rubbing your clit eith his thumb. you mewled helplessly; you'd never been fingered by a guy before. it was always you stuffing your own cunt either your fingers but it was never enough.

his warmth breathe on your pussy snapped you back put of your thoughts. his tongue darted out to swipe over your folds, and your hips bucked wildly into the air.

he groaned, pressing a hand down on your tummy, "stop tryna escape." he grumbled, parting your folds with his index and middle fingers.

a low moan escaped his lips at the sight of your sloppy sunt. it was so fucking pink and swollen. and oh fuck, your clit was just the perfect size for him to suckle on.

his mouth attached itself to your clit, suckling it experimentally and it worked. a loud mewl escaped your lips as your thugs began trembling already.

toji found this so fucking hot and continued the assault on your clit.

a finger began prodding at your entrance. he thrust it in, and fuckfuckfuck you were so fucking tight.

"i thought you lied about being a virgin, doll." he groaned, his finger being squeezed tightly by your virgin cunt.

he inserted another finger in when be felt that your cunt was loose enough to fit in another finger. his fat and long fingers abused your cunt all while he suckled on your clit, making you moan so lewdly.

"i'm worried if you can take my cock in." he rasped, giving your clit a final, wet and loud smooch before sitting up.

he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, while the other hand undid the knot on his shorts, pulling it down along with his boxers in one slide.

you gasped at his ridiculously large throbbing length. it was definitely, if not 7 inches, slightly larger than that. the girth was too thick. the veins protruded on his cock.

"like what you see, doll?" he teased, landing a very mean spank to your cunt.

you whined and nodded, legs shutting instinctively as he spanked your poor cunt. your clit was even more redder and larger from all the suckling.

he tapped his dickhead thrice against your swollen clit, rubbing his slit over your clit.

he grunted, pushing deep into your without warning, and it made you moan so loud that he had to slap a hand over your mouth from being too loud.

"shush babygirl, we don't wanna— fuck, let anyone know, right?" he rasped, biting his lower lip.

your gummy walls were sucking him in, making the tip kiss your cervix. he panted heavily, beefy arms pressing into the mattress on the either sides of your head.

he huffed, hips writhing involuntarily against yours and it sent your cunt spasming, sucking him in even more.

"fuck— HAH, that's, h-hot..." he rasped, pulling out all the way till just his tip remained in you, before slamming into you again, his tip perfectly kissing your cervix with each hard thrust.

his thrusts got sloppier in less than two minutes as his dick spasmed in you. he buried his face in between your tits, whimpering like a bitch in heat as his cock spurted more and.lpre precum into you.

your pussy was leaking of his precum more than your slick. he pulled away a little to stare at your face. he looked fucked as ever.

quivering lips, whines escaping those lips, cheeks were tear streaked and his eyes were somewhat red as tears escaped them.

oh god, he looked so fucked out.

"baby, th-this fine ass pussy gonna make me c—UM!" he grunted, hips stilling as he dumped his thick, stringy and hot white cum into your abused cunt.

he whimpered and pulled out, watching the way his dick was still spasming after emptying his balls into you.

he scooped up some excess cum that dripped out of you, smearing it across your cunt before smacking it roughly.

"f-fuck, haven't made you cum, have i?" he rasped and you shook your head.

he hummed, rubbing lazy circles onto your clit and spanking it occasionally.

he spread open your cunt again, leaning down and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue.

he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling on it like a baby latching onto his mother for the milk.

he groaned, suckling on your clit while a thumb pressed into your dripping cunt, and that's all it took for you to squirt thick, clear cum onto his face.

he squinted, shutting his eyes closed tightly.

"fuck baby, that was hot..." he whispered, continuing to suckle on your clit.

you whined, hips writhing because of overstimulation against his stupid cocky face.

"one last time, princes. . ." he whispered before nibbling on your clit, getting yoy ready for round two.

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dks-smut · 7 months

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Somebody… Part 3

Part 1, Part 2, and Part 4

Pairing: Kyungsoo x female reader

Rating: Mature, Explicit

Word Count: ~5,800

Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers.

Warnings: Teasing, name calling, degradation, phone sex, cheating(?)

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“Did you enjoy giving them a show?” you ask. He looks over to see a few TVs are still on from across the way. “I wonder how much they saw? Now they know you belong to me.” he grumbles. The only light in his room is one of those paper lanterns that stand about four feet tall. “I hope they saw all of it,” you smirk glancing over at him, red tinting his cheeks and ears.

While he’s still resting on the bed naked, you grab a blanket, wrap it around yourself, and head to his balcony to light up a cigarette. The night is quiet and empty. No engine noise, no car horns, and no chatter from pedestrians. It’s brisk and peaceful. As you’re exhaling smoke, your inner thoughts invade and you start to become self conscious. You start doubting yourself again. What does this man see in me? Will this be the last time? I’m sure he’s sick of me by now.

You’re startled by his hand grabbing your waist and he rests his other arm on the railing, taking a long look at the night view. He smiles at how romantic the city looks below, almost as if you’re the only two people in it. Your eyes meet his and his smile gets wider, hinting that you’re more beautiful than the view. You notice he put on a pair of sweatpants before meeting you, now you’re really nervous. He’s topless and my god, his physique is something else. His toned chest, especially his serratus anterior muscles, make you let out a moan.

“You are more beautiful than the night sky,” he says shyly as his arm goes from your waist to drape around your shoulder. “Please, you’re the one who’s taking my breath away,” dragging your cigarette again. “Do you want to spend tomorrow together? That is if you don’t have plans already,” he asks meekly. You smile and lean into him, “Yes let’s. What do you have in mind?” He takes the rest of your cigarette from between your fingers to take a puff himself, “I figured a nice breakfast somewhere then hang out by the river? I could bring my dogs.” He puts out the smoke and adds, “I just want to be with you.”

He ushers you back inside and climbs under the blankets, holding up the other side, waiting for you to slide in next to him. The hunger in his eyes is palpable when you throw the blanket off your shoulders and he sees your naked form. He grabs you so you’re closer and to feel your body. He fondles your breasts and you fall asleep with a smile.

As the dawn breaks, you stretch your legs and open your eyes. It takes you a minute to recognize your surroundings. You roll over and Kyungsoo is already awake, propped up on pillows with his phone. You grab onto his body and place your head on chest, “Good morning. Have you been up long?” You nuzzle your face in his chest sliding your hand over his stomach. As you do this, his gaze falls from his phone to look down at you. He groans a bit under his breath feeling your tits on him. “I haven’t been up long, didn’t want to disturb you,” giving you an endearing look.

“I just realized I don’t have anything to wear to breakfast. I guess I could wear my dress with my coat. I don’t have any underwear since a certain someone ripped them,” you roll your eyes as you sit up. He seems to be daydreaming into his phone when you snap him out of it, “Sorry. I’ll buy you more. I couldn’t help myself, you’re so hot,” he says and grabs your face to give you a deep kiss. He pushes you down playfully and hovers over you. He places hot kisses to your cheek and neck and down to your breasts, pinching a nipple. You whimper and writhe, “Baby, we have to get ready or it won’t be breakfast time anymore.” He reluctantly releases you but not before he kisses you one more time, a little fevered. “I know. I know. I can’t help it. I have zero self control around you,” he confesses as you both rise out of bed to get ready.

As you're dressing yourself and touching up your makeup, you see him slide on a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, with a brown corduroy jacket. It’s so simple, but again fucking sexy. He would look good wearing just about anything, he’s so effortlessly gorgeous.

His dogs yap for their breakfast and you can hear Kyungsoo pour out kibble that hits their ceramic bowls, then their nails on the wood floor, excited for their meal. You hear him speaking in a cute tone to his dogs, asking them about their night and if they had any dreams, half expecting the dogs to respond.

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As you both sit across from each other in a cafe, you ask him, “What’s good here? Any recommendations?” He sits up, fixing his posture to answer, “The omelets are delicious and so are their pastries.”

Just as you both order and the server walks away, Kyungsoo grabs his phone and takes a photo of you. You look up when you hear the shutter sound effect, “Seriously? I was just looking down at my phone? Is the top of my head that memorable?”

You smirk and then puff out a breath through your lips starting to laugh. He smiles brightly, looks down at the photo he took, and shakes his head. A boastful guiltiness. He glances quickly around the cafe looking for prying eyes and turns his phone toward you. Your eyes shoot left and right, and look down to pull your dress up to cover your breasts. He starts giggling and places his phone back down. “I knew it wasn’t the top of my head you were taking a picture of! I should’ve known! Out comes the real you,” you say dripping with sarcasm. “I’m so sorry. I could’ve flashed a child or a granny with delicate sensibilities!” you continue on as Kyungsoo cannot catch his breath. He’s laughing so hard, his eyes disappearing in a squint.

He slyly presses his tongue across his thick lips, wetting them. “I have another keepsake,” he winks at you. “By keepsake do you mean jerk off material?” You ask, half serious and half curious. His eyes grow wide, “You got me. I confess,” holding his arms up, “I mean sometimes I will use it for that, but mostly it’s to remind me that you exist when you’re not around. I pinch myself every time I see you from afar, coming towards me. Me, of all people,” he exhales, quivering at being vulnerable.

Just as you are about to speak, Kyungsoo’s phone buzzes again, this time causing silverware to clank on the table. His smile fades as he answers it immediately, “Hi sir. Yes, I can be there. I’m thirty minutes away. Thank you, sir,” the tone of his voice was deep and professional. He hangs up.

“Everything okay?” you ask hesitantly. “Fuck. I’m sorry. This never happens, but I’m needed at work. Another emergency. Deadlines need to be met,” his eyes are watery at the thought of not getting to spend the day with you. “That sounds important, please deal with work. When you’re done, you can tell me all about it,” you grin up at him, then you look down, feeling joyless.

“What is it you do anyway? It seems very high level,” you ask. “I’m a manager for an important CEO. He’s head of a major music label. It’s the end of the year mad dash. But it’s never been this bad, calling me on the weekends.” You grab his hand as he places his phone on the table, “It’s okay, really, go. At least get your food to go, you’ll need it. I’ll see you later.” He smiles down at you as he stands to leave. He comes around the table, grabs your nape and pulls you into a kiss. “See you soon. I can’t wait,” he says and blows you a kiss as he walks out of sight.

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At a loss for what to do now, you eat your meal alone and head back to your place. You shower and redress to go run errands, maybe pick up some groceries. While in the produce section you get a text from Kyungsoo, “So I won’t be back tonight. There’s a meeting I have to accompany the boss to.” Your heart sinks when you type, “We can see each other tomorrow then?” He doesn’t respond immediately so you finish up shopping and head home. You periodically glance at your phone but nothing yet from him.

Twilight is approaching as you throw together some dinner for yourself. Not really dinner, just some soup and a slice of bread. Your phone vibrates, “Apparently it’s an overseas meeting. I won’t be back until next Saturday night. I fly out in a few hours.” Then he sends another response, “I hate this. We just found each other. The next six days are going to last forever.”

You gasp knowing you’ll be without him for a week. You went your whole life without him and after knowing him for three days, you feel cheated. “They’ll fly by and plus we can facetime and call each other everyday. It’ll be like you never left,” you text him.

A smile flutters across his face and sends back, “I already miss you. Headed to the airport. Let’s talk tonight when I land.” You respond back, “Yes, I’ll look forward to it,” ending with a heart-eyed emoji.

You’re trying to keep your eyes open as you watch a movie on your couch. Every now again there’s a waft of his scent where he fucked you. You’re awaiting his call, you hope he doesn’t let you down, you need to hear his voice.

You doze off and awake due to your loud ringtone. You grab it and answer “Hey baby. How was the flight?” Your voice is raspy and low, filled with grogginess. “I’m sorry, did I wake you? It took awhile to get settled at the accommodations. You sound so cute when you’re sleepy,” he says in an erotic tone. This man, all he can think about is sex. But honestly, you probably think about it more, you just hide it better.

“Not uh!” you say in an annoyingly childish way. “Well, I feel like I should ask you what you’re wearing right now,” you say in jest with a touch of sexiness. He chuckles deeply, “You’re funny. It’s like we’re in a movie,” he laughs on the other end. “Yeah it’s the first thing that happens! Tell me please!” you beg, sitting up on your couch.

He breathes heavily into the phone, “I’m laying in a hotel bed with only my underwear on. How I normally sleep. Nothing to see here.” He chuckles a bit under his breath, “Now it’s your turn.” You immediately realize you’re in sweats that are old, and not sexy sleep clothes. Shit. You’ll sound so boring to him and then you’ll agitate him and he’ll disappear.

“I’m sure there’s lots to see,” you say excitedly. You continue on, “Okay. Don’t laugh. But I’m wearing ratty old sleep clothes. An oversized shirt and sweatpants with old stains and tears. Super arousing, I’m sure your mind is awash with nasty thoughts.” Your sarcasm is apparent then he asks, “Like the first time together at your place? You had on something similar. It drove me insane. I couldn’t make out your curves and shape under the huge shirt. It was doing something to me. What do you have underneath it?”

His voice drops an octave causing your cheeks to heat up. “Well, no bra and white cotton panties,” you mumble, a bit embarrassed. “Fuck, I bet your nipples are hard rubbing across your shirt,” he comes back, leaving you speechless. You’re not sure how to respond and you take a bit too long when he interrupts the silence, “You there?” You giggle, “Yes. I’m just thinking. Your mind is in the gutter. And as a matter of fact my nipples are always hard.”

“I could say the same, but you know, it’s my dick,” he quips. “Are you hard right now?” The tone you use is low and whispery. “Yes. Very. Could you touch your tits for me?” he asks delicately, not wanting to force you into anything you’re not comfortable with. You moan out softly, “I am now. I’m pinching and pulling them. It’s making me very horny.”

“Can I jerk off with you on the phone? Please. I want you so bad,” he groans, getting the last words caught in his throat. “Yes. Should I say dirty things in your ear?” you ask shyly. He responds, “Please. Fuck yes. And touch yourself.”

“I am. I have one hand in my panties. My fingers are already covered with my slick,” you say and put your phone on speaker. He whines and his breathing is getting quicker. “What are you imagining?” You curiously ask. “My hands on you. My tongue in your mouth. My dick in your aching and tight pussy,” he says labored as if he’s on a treadmill.

“Fuuuck,” you whine and continue massaging your clit. “I wish you could come on my body. I want to taste it,” you mutter and exhale hard. “Shit baby. Please. Is your pussy clenching around your fingers? My cock is leaking everywhere,” he sobs, his voice getting mor gravely

“Yes, baby, it is. I want you inside me so bad,” you cry getting closer to your release. You fondle your nipple and insert two fingers into your pussy. “I’m so close, baby. Please,” he says to which you return, “Me too. I can’t take it anymore.”

“I want you to come on your fingers,” he groans again and continues, “Then I want you to lick them clean. Shit.” You can hear his breath shake over the phone, sounding desperate. “Baby, I’m gonna come!” You yelp and he moans the same thing, “I’m coming, fuuuck!” He repeats this over and over until your name replaces it, coming all over his stomach. He’s trying to catch his breath now listening to you wail, “Babyyyy, I’m coming now!” Your chest is heaving. Your pussy gushes and clinches around your fingers. You’re shivering and moaning, slightly rubbing your clit. When you completely come down, you remove your fingers to do as he asked.

He can hear your lips smack and juices sloshing. “Baby, you are so hot. I wish it was me tasting your wetness,” he laments. “Your deep breaths and groans are fucking sexy. They did the heavy lifting,” you confide. “To tell you the truth, before I called you, I was looking at those dirty photos I took of you. I started touching myself and thought I needed to hear your voice. So much better than a picture,” he responds. “You know you recorded us? You could have watched those,” you say with an air of smugness. “I’m saving those for when it gets really bad. You know, when I’m in a public building bathroom stall or when you’re unable to answer your phone. Plus, you wouldn’t have had an orgasm with me tonight. You sound so pretty when you come,” he confesses.

“Well, that is a plus. I might send you something special, just for you. Be on the lookout,” you say, still shivering from coming. “Fuck baby. I have a busy day tomorrow. Now I’m not going to be able to sleep when you say things like that,” he says in a boyish tone. “You get some rest. I hope to talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams,” you finish. “Night baby,” his reverie overtaking him.

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A boring Sunday. One more day until it’s back to work. You decide to stay in cleaning your apartment. You take breaks here and there to eat. Then you start the laundry. Your sheets definitely need washing, they still smell like sex. Passing back and forth from your room to the washer, you see Kyungsoo’s suit jacket draped over the chair in your room. Thoughts of the first night you met replace the chores that need to be completed. You walk over and hold the jacket, inhaling hard. His scent is still potent and wafts around you. You press it to your face and hug around it, pretending his body occupies it. You smile internally, and decide on sending a text to him.

“How’s your day so far?,” you type out. Then another saying, “I realized I still have your suit jacket. It still smells like you.” He doesn’t respond immediately, I’m sure he’s inundated by work. “Just wait. I’m going to send you something later,” you send, followed by a winky face emoji.

Once you’ve eaten dinner and cleaned up, you take your nightly shower. You prep yourself, bathed, shaved, and oiled. After drying off, you apply lotion everywhere. You then pick a skimpy pair of panties, purple satin with a lace front, leaving nothing to the imagination. You opt for a plain white tank top. You start taking photos of yourself in the bathroom mirror, then you move to your bed. You try out various seductive poses. You part your legs and begin to photograph your pussy peeking through your underwear. This is making you hot and bothered when you imagine his reaction after sending him the pictures. You slide your panties to the side and notice slick on your fingers once you pull them away from your slit. Perfect photo opportunity, you think. You take more pictures of your tits inside and outside of your tank top, never showing your face.

Once you finish, you scroll through the numerous photos, trying to pick out the best. You want to tease him but also shock him. You choose one of you in front of your mirror, full bodied selfie. A bit sinful. Then you pick one of your tits falling out of your see-through tank, showing off your cleavage, which isn’t much. Still being a cocktease. Then the final photo is of your pussy hidden behind your panties. The lace front doesn’t hide much, but still enough to let his imagination run wild. You save a few others in case he asks for more.

You lie in bed reading a book when a text comes through. Kyungsoo apologizes for not texting back earlier. He again explains that this meeting is very important and he had a preliminary run through. “Busy day, but now I’m all yours. How was your day?” he texts you again, trying not to focus on himself too much. You respond, “Nothing. Boring. Cleaned and did laundry.” You persist, “But I did something for you.” He asks, “Oh yeah? Please tell me.” Without typing another thing, you send him the picture of yourself in the mirror.

You see him typing a reply immediately. “Holy shit, baby. You look so hot!” You send him a blush-face emoji. “You did this for me?” he asks quickly. “Yes, baby. I can’t stop. I thought you’d like more pictures of me to keep on your phone,” you explain. “There’s more where that came from,” you type back. He responds, “Please send them! I want to see you!” You tease him, “In time. I don’t want to give them all up. Maybe I’ll send you one when you’re working.” He texts back, “You can’t do that! I can’t get hard in front of my boss!” You send him one more photo and simply type, “Here. I hope this gets you through the night,” signed with a winky-face and a “Good night babe.” This photo was of your fingers covered in slick while your dripping pussy is in the background. “Shit you are so sexy! Night night,” he ends.

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Back to your routine for the weekday. It’s so monotonous but little daydreams here and there of Kyungsoo really help with your confidence. At work, you overhear some coworkers discussing an after work party at a bar Wednesday night. They are all congregated in the break room while you choose to eat lunch at your desk. It sounds fun and you need something to preoccupy your mind until the weekend. Your coworker, Susie invites you just as you were thinking no one would. She says most of the staff on this floor are going. You tell her you’ll think about it and let her know tomorrow. She thinks it will be good for you to get out and let loose. Most of them you’ve only spoken a couple of words to in passing. You like keeping work separate from your personal life. It cuts down on the gossiping and interoffice drama.

You send a couple of texts back and forth with Kyungsoo throughout the day, letting him know how everything is going. He’s still diligently managing the schedule of appointments for his boss, attending important stockholder meetings. You tell him about the office get together at the bar on Wednesday. He says you’ll have fun and to have some drinks for him. He knows how reserved you are and talks you into actually going since you were on the fence. You’re not doing it for you, but for him, he sweet talked you into it. He could tell you to set yourself on fire, and you’d do it.

While snuggling into bed after a shower, you pick up the book you’ve been reading. You start to miss Kyungsoo and hop out of bed to grab his jacket. This is the only item you have to physically know he exists. The rest exists in digital space, never knowing if you’re actually texting with him or his assistant, if he has one. You realize he’s still an enigma, as if he’s keeping you at arm’s length. These thoughts invade when you’re alone, still catastrophizing. When you’re together you feel that you’re both bearing your heart, unafraid. But when you’re separated, you get the feeling that he’s using you and still philandering around. Again, this is what your mind does, second guessing every text he sends and every time he calls, feeling used and thrown aside. Your eyes well up with tears. You cry yourself to sleep clutching his jacket.

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Tuesday went by with a blur. Sending a few texts to Kyungsoo here and there, nothing of note. Now, it’s Wednesday after work, you ask Kyungsoo what you should wear to the bar, “Should I wear a dress, pants, or a skirt?” You take photos of three different outfits and send them to him. “Ohhhh. All of them are pretty on you. But I’m partial to the jean skirt with the red blouse,” he texts back. “That’s the one I was thinking too! It’s not too dressy and perfect for a work hangout at a bar. Thank you, you’re the best!” He sends back, “I would love to put my hand under that skirt,” With his dirty response you text, “Hey now! Very soon, just a couple more days!”

“Last night, I watched those video clips we recorded,” he continues, completely off subject. “I couldn’t help it. I watched them more than once. I want you so bad right now.”

“Do you just do this to get your rock’s off,” you question, feeling used.

“I’m sorry, what do you mean?” he questions you, confused.

“I feel like anytime we speak or text, it comes down to you wanting to touch me or using my images and videos to get yourself off. I find it flattering but I feel like a booty call. Used up and then goodbye,” you answer.

“Do I really make you feel that way? I just find you alluring and beautiful. Being away from you is so difficult especially since what we have is so new. I’m sorry baby. I can’t help myself, but I promise, I’m not using you and sorry that I think with my dick,” his bottom lip quivers as he presses send.

“I’m sorry too. Being away from you is so hard. I didn’t mean to accuse you of something you didn’t do. It’s my dumb brain. When left alone, I think the worst. Again, my track record with relationships hasn’t been the best.”

“Baby. I really like you. Please go have fun for me tonight. I can’t wait to hear how it goes,” he texts, then you send him a kissy-face emoji telling him thank you.

After the shenanigans at the bar that you’re still fuzzy on, you sloppily make your way to your bed. You send a cute text to Kyungsoo to let him know you made it home safely. “Heyyy, I’m home and safe. Too drunk. Talk tomorrow.” You plop face down and pass out. You had way too many drinks.

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Now Thursday morning is here. You can barely open your eyes. Your face is puffy with dark circles. As you slowly get yourself ready for work, Susie, your coworker, texts you a couple of pictures from last night. A few were all of you together occupying a couple of tables, all smiling for the camera. Then one of you and Susie, holding drinks in your hands. The last couple were awful. One of your coworkers you really didn’t know was standing behind you with his hands on your waist. His hips were touching your butt. You shake your head.

You text Susie, “What the hell? Who is that touching me?” She responds, “You don’t remember? I guess you had more to drink than I thought.” Then another text with more detail, “You two were hitting it off. Talking and laughing together, just being friendly. A lot of drinks later, he started coming on to you and you turned him down. He made a big scene when he tried kissing and touching you yelling that you like him and to give him a chance. You pushed him away and some of his friends came over to drag him out of the bar.”

“Holy shit. I do not remember any of that,” you text in disbelief. “We didn’t do anything though, right?” Susie responds, “No, just chatting and drinking. I guess he got the wrong idea.”

“Oh thank god. I’m never getting that drunk again with people I don’t know,” you text back. This makes you think of being drunk alone and finding Kyungsoo. You smirk to yourself and finish getting ready. You got lucky.

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Barely coherent at your desk, one of the friends of the guy who came on to you, walks up to apologize. “Why can’t he apologize himself?” you question. His friend shakes his head, “Because he’s not here today. He’s still recovering. But I felt bad for his behavior and I wanted to say I’m sorry. None of what he did was okay,” he finishes. “Well, thank you. I accept your apology,” you whisper, trying not to let other people hear your personal problems.

Packing up at the end of work, you get a text from Kyungsoo, “How did last night go?” It’s very curt and direct. “I’m just about to leave work, I’ll tell you all about it when I get home,” you respond. “Can’t wait,” is all he says back.

You decide to call him once you unlock your apartment door. He picks up after the second ring, pretty quickly considering he’s supposed to be busy at work. “Hey you,” he says, sounding differently than you thought just by his texts, and adds, “Was your day good?”

“Work was whatever. How is your day?”

“Well, it started off fine, now it’s just gone to shit,” he says with a huff of air creating static on the line. “Let’s hear how last night went. Did you have fun?”

“I did but I don’t remember much. We played some trivia, and my team lost by a lot. I think I had all the sloshed people on my side. Drank a lot, laughed a lot. All in all, I think it was a good decision.”

“Anything else?,” he mumbles with a touch of anger in his voice.

“No, why? Just some drunken asshole tried to come on to me,” you say in a scared tone. Not sure where this questioning is leading.

“What is this then?” He sends you a link to a tagged photo of you on Instagram. “My sister works for the same company, and I saw a familiar name tagged in a post suggested to me.”

It was THE photo of the drunk guy hugging you from behind, his hips pushed into you. “It’s not what it looks like! I swear. I don’t remember any of it but Susie told me what happened,” you start crying.

“Please enlighten me then. What does it look like?” He questions you, his voice getting darker and quieter. You’ve never heard this tone from Kyungsoo before. He sounds angry, trying to hide his hurt.

“Susie said that we were being friendly, just chatting. He apparently hit on me, tried to kiss me, and I kept pushing him away. When his friends saw the way he was acting, they hauled him out of the bar. I swear, nothing happened. I came home alone,” you say through sobs. You continue trying to catch your breath, “I would never do that to you. Yes, I was drunk, but I wasn’t looking for sex. I have you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I cheated on you,” you murmur. “Please.”

“How am I to know that’s the truth? That picture of you and him looks very different from what you’re telling me. You both look comfortable, especially you with his hands on you. I’m so fucking mad,” he seethes through the phone. “I’m so mad I can’t be there. I miss you so much. You do know you belong to me, right?” he asks, sounding unhinged and broken.

“I don’t belong to anyone. I am not an object to possess. Yes, we’re fucking,” the words getting trapped in your throat. Now you see the type of person Kyungsoo is. Apparently, he gets possessive and jealous easily. This new side to him is such a turn on but you hate the circumstances.

“I don’t want anyone else touching you but me!” He raises his voice.

“Don’t accuse me of cheating on you before you’ve heard my side of the story,” you temper your voice, trying not to let him get to you.

“Well, you weren’t even going to tell me, it sounds like,” he says frustrated.

“I don’t even remember half of what happened last night. This is from Susie. And the guy’s friend came to apologize to me for what happened at work. He felt bad for his friend treating me like that. So, I’m inclined to believe her,” you confidently say.

“That picture is seared in my brain. The thought of someone else touching you. And trying to kiss you!” He’s practically yelling into the phone, his voice gravelly.

“There’s nothing to be jealous of! Nothing happened! This is why I never go anywhere. Stupid shit like this!” You yell back at him. “And how do I know you’re not fucking around on me while you’re in a different country? I bet you have beautiful women hanging around you all the time.”

“What? I told you I’m not that type of guy,” he says in disbelief of your accusations.

“Well, I told you what type of person I am, and I’m still being accused of being a slut,” you come back sharply.

“You’re not. I’m sorry. I am not fucking around on you. I promise. I just have photo evidence, and it’s hard to think of anything else. It’ll take me a while to forget,” he sighs.

You take a deep breath and calm yourself as well. Then you say in a quieter tone, “Just look at the pictures I sent to you. And those videos. Those are for you. I didn’t send them to anyone else because I like you.”

He moans out, “Fuck. I’m sorry. This is not how I wanted this conversation to go. I’ve been stewing about it ever since it popped on my feed. My mind went to dark places,” he sorrowfully says.

“Please can we forget this happened? You’re coming back home soon! You can put your hands all over me if it helps you forget,” you say in a sassy way.

“Oh my. I can’t wait. I’ve had wet dreams every night of you. I will not be able to hold back. I hope you’re ready,” he says in his deep, raspy voice.

Your thighs clench together, “Shit, we should facetime tonight. Or do you want to tease each other via text? My horniness is ridiculous at this point.”

“I really want to see you, but I want to wait until I’m back. It’ll make it that much more special,” he responds.

“I guess I’ll have to edge myself until your return. I don’t want to come if it’s not with you. My orgasms are gonna be fucking otherworldly,” you chuckle to hide the arousal you’re feeling between your legs.

“You think about me when you touch yourself?” He asks in a boyish way, but incredulous.

“Of course baby. I think about you all the time, not just when my fingers are inside my pussy,” you huff out.

“Holy shit, you’re making me so hard. I swear you have magic in your voice and words that goes straight to my dick,” he says, slightly out of breath.

“As much as I’d love to continue this, I have to take a shower and cook dinner soon. And we can talk more tonight, or we can deprive ourselves of each other until Saturday,” you declare.

“How about we just send texts until we can see each other?” He asks in a meek tone, unsure of your answer.

“Perfect. See you soon! Bye!” You hang up and your mind is conflicted. You were just yelling at each other because of his jealousy. You accused him of cheating since his finger-pointing made you feel rage. Then you end on sweet and sexual talk. This man is something else. I wonder what happened to him to make him feel so possessive and jealous?

To shake your mind of these thoughts, you send him a text, “I’m not a slut. I am YOUR slut,” point blank. He responds with a simple, “Fuck.”

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Okay. This one was short but I’m currently hard at work on the next part … Kyungsoo’s return. It will be so slutty and desperate.

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