The sky was blanketed with stars and it was fairly warm compared to how the weather usually was in New York, regardless of it being that she lived on the outskirts of the city.

It could be gloomy and cold, and although she always loved that aesthetic, she couldn't deny that in nature, surrounded by a thicket of trees and nothing but the chittering of night animals to accompany her was just as relaxing.

She deemed it nice enough to use the hot tub since there was still a bit of a breeze and not warm enough to go in the pool which was covered at this time of year. Jungkook was nowhere to be found, so she assumed he was asleep since it was late.

But even when she checked his bedroom earlier, he wasn't there. Figuring it wasn't her business and he could do as he pleased, him being a grown man and all, she picked out a bikini and pulled her hair back into a silver clip without paying any mind to his whereabouts.

A thin, black robe was tied to cover her body and once slipping on matching flip-flops, she made her way to the rooftop where there was a pool and hot tub. After tossing her towel over the sunbathing chair, she kicked off her shoes and shivered from the cold air nipping at her skin.

Hurriedly plugging in the hot tub and tossing off the cover, once checking to see the temperature was hot enough and waiting for the jets to start, she dips her foot in and instantly melts into the water, humming in relaxation now that she's seated in a specific spot where the jets blow water against her back. It felt good, like a massage and she tilted her head back against the side, her shoulders cascaded by the water as well, making her feel tired.

It was like sleeping in freshly clean and warm bedsheets, just out of the dryer, except this was much nicer because she had the presence of the stars above her. Immediately opening her eyes to admire the beauty of the sky, she hears a door open and turns to see her favorite man approaching, instantly making her heart race with excitement as she smiles warmly at his presence.

"Where were you? I couldn't find you", she asks, her cheeks heating up when he comes closer and cups her cheek, his thumb softly caressing her skin as he stares down at her with a soft gaze.

"I was doing something. It's a surprise", he answers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and his heart swells when he sees the stars lighting up her eyes.

"A surprise you say? That's not like you", she playfully nudges him with her hand, and he shrugs casually as if it was nothing.

"I saw something that reminded me of you and I got it", he responds, and she clears her throat, feeling a bit flustered now that he's holding her jaw, forcing her attention on him.

"Can you give me a hint? I want to know", she bats her eyelashes, but he isn't fazed by her cute manipulation and easily denies her with a shake of his head.

"You'll see. I want you to enjoy your time here. Relax", he presses a heart-clenching kiss to her head, about to walk away but she grabs his hand, looking at him in curiosity.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be waiting for you. Just relax, boss", he repeats, his warm voice coaxing her to sink deeper into the water and while she watches him walk away, she smiles to herself while closing her eyes and thinking about him.

After an hour, her fingers were wrinkly and she was starting to get tired again, and she didn't want to accidentally fall asleep in the hot tub. While she had the chance and was able to resist the tempting warmth of the water, she turned it off and put the cover on, strapping it down before drying herself off with the towel and putting her robe back on, lazily sliding her feet into the shoes and making her way inside the house.

Descending the stairs, she yawned and rubbed her eyes, entering her bedroom once she got to that floor and she saw a box on her bed, along with Jungkook who was on his phone, now looking up once noticing she was the one to enter, and he puts his phone into his pocket and cocked his head at her exhausted expression.

"Tired?"

She only nods in response, but as she nears the bed and eyes the box, he can see that she's curious and wants to open it. He encourages her to do so.

"Go ahead. Open it. It's nothing too special", he adds at the end, not wanting her to have high expectations because it was just a simple gift.

But to her, she knew that his love language was acts of service, whether it be gifting her things he knew she'd like, or doing anything to help and please her. Regardless of what it was, she was grateful and the smile on her face didn't fail to express that.

"I'm excited anyways. It means a lot that you got me something", she responds, tossing the towel down before lifting the top of the box.

Moving the tissue paper aside, her mouth fell open and she couldn't hide her astonishment as she gasped, "They're so pretty!"

"You like them?", he asks, a small smile on his face when he saw her take out the purple platform heels and hold them up to take a good look at them.

"These are perfect! Where did you get these?", she exclaims, her eyes sparkling like diamonds at the cute new pair of shoes.

"The mall. I wanted to get you a gift and that's why I wasn't here earlier. I figured you'd be ok for a while staying home or else I wouldn't have left", he says and she looks at him in slight shock, maybe because she wasn't used to a man being this attentive and caring.

"Why did you want to get me a gift? You know there's no reason for that. Having you is more than enough", her voice softens as she puts the shoes back in the box and plops down next to him, leaning close so her arm was touching his.

He became flustered and looked away, not wanting her to see his cheeks get warm, and the way he awkwardly cleared his throat and avoided her gaze made her stomach swirl with a flurry of butterflies.

"Because", he answers plainly, a frown on his face as he attempts to hide his embarrassment and remain unbothered like he usually is.

"Why", she pressed, her face now serious because she wanted to know, it was on the tip of his tongue, and she sort of enjoyed the hesitation in his eyes as he finally looked at her.

"Because I love you. Alright?", he grumbled and looked away, heaving a sigh while closing his eyes, "I wanted to get you a gift...because I like seeing you smile. It's one of my favorite things about you. I knew you'd like them as soon as I saw them."

When he turns to see her reaction, his heart stops when she looks at him like he's the world, like he's the stars shining in the sky, the sun that rises every morning, and he melts instantly just because of her pretty doe eyes.

"I love the heels, baby. But I love you more. I love that you always think of me, and I want you to know how much I appreciate what you do for me. My bodyguard, my protector-", she cups the side of his face and he turns in her direction, waiting for her to finish, "-my man. I'm proud that I'm yours and that you're mine. No one's ever made me feel like this before. You destroy me and save me at the same time."

A chuckle passes her lips and her thumb soothingly rubs against his cheek, his frown softening a bit now, "You're my star, Jeon. Whenever I look at you, the world washes away and it's like we're the only ones that exist. The only ones that matter."

He wanted to kiss her so bad, to untie the knot of the robe strings and taste her sweet skin, but he refrained from doing that. He tried to be level-headed about this, to not explode from her gentle touch and sentiments.

Jungkook's never met someone as beautiful as her, both physically and intellectually. The things she said to him held an intense emotion he'd struggled to find within himself. Now that he could feel, now that his heart started to race wildly with an unforeseen passion, the only logical thing to do was show her just how much that meant to him.

Leaning forward, he captured her lips in a heated embrace, knocking her breath away as she attempted to push him back so she could stabilize herself. Moaning into his mouth, he devoured the sound and attacked her with his tongue which searched for her own and once they came in contact, he held both sides of her face to keep her in place so he could play with it.

"Jungkook", she gasps when he pulls away, both of their chests heaving from the lack of oxygen in their systems.

"No matter what happens in your life, I'll always be by your side. I'll always protect you and keep you safe. That's what you deserve", he pulls her onto his lap and she yelps in surprise, immediately sinking into his body while his strong, buff arms entrap her.

"You're a strong woman, Runa. My woman. There's no one dead or alive that can take you away from me. Do you understand?", his heated voice sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, pulsing in her chest and between her legs.

"Yes", she responds, relishing in this feeling of being someone's number one.

"Yes, what?", he raises a brow and she bites her lip at the attractive yet spine-tingling sight.

"Yes, Jeon", she teases, and as soon as his hand lands on her ass, her mouth falls open and an unexpected moan leaves her lips from the stinging sensation.

He was pleased to see the shock on her face, "From now on, you address me as sir. Got it?"

Gulping thickly, she nods with her cheeks aflame, "Yes, sir."

That pussy-throbbing smirk on his face made her blood pulse, especially when he slid his hand to hold the back of her neck, pulling her in closer so they were only a few inches away. So close they could feel each other's warm breath.

"That's my girl. Now kiss me."

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"What are you wearing tonight?", Jungkook asks while putting on his gloves, sitting down on her bed while she starts to get ready for dinner with Jimin.

"I don't know, something to go with the new heels you got me", she winked at the man who shook his head, entering her walk-in closet to get a black skirt and matching blouse along with her heels.

Once she opened her jewelry box and eyes the new necklace she got, unknown to Jungkook, she had a small smirk on her face as she put it on and the charm was dangling between her breasts, hidden now by her blouse which she buttons up before sliding on her skirt.

"Baby, could you put these on for me", she walks out with the heels in hand, and he nods, gesturing for her to sit on the bed.

"Of course, I will", he responds, getting on one knee in front of her as he grabs her ankle and places her foot inside the shoe.

She loved watching him put on her heels, and she wasn't too sure why. Maybe because he looked so attractive from this angle, or maybe because he was kneeling in front of her, almost like she was his master and he was her servant. She giggled at the idea, knowing how whipped she was for him. What gets her is when he kisses her leg, one gentle touch that sends fire rushing through her blood.

"There we go. Stand up, let me see you", he says after getting to his feet, his hand extending to take hers and when she does, now giving him a twirl in her new shoes.

"Gorgeous", he comments, making her eyes roll as she turns to sit at her vanity, her cheeks a light shade of red from his praise.

"I mean it", he puts his hands on her shoulders, their eyes connecting in the mirror while his fingers begin to massage her muscles, easing the tension.

"I love those heels on you", he stops rubbing her shoulders and instead starts to play with her hair, running his hands through it, twirling a few strands around his finger.

She let him do as he wished, finding his fascination with her hair adorable. In the meantime, she started doing her makeup, him being busy as she did so. About twenty minutes later she was done and now brushed out her hair, the frown on his face nothing short of amusing.

"I could've done that", he responds sassily, her eyes widening from the attitude he gave, something she was not expecting.

"Damn, Jungkook. You wanna brush my hair that badly?", she chuckles and he rolls his eyes, her mouth agape because she doesn't recall him doing that ever.

"I like your hair. Let me brush it", he gestures with his hand for her to give him the brush but she puts it back in the drawer, a cruel smile on her face.

"No need. It's already done."

He gives her a blank stare and she bursts out laughing, "Jungkook come on. Don't be so moody."

"Give me the brush", he said, and she stopped laughing upon realizing he wasn't going to let this go.

She shook her head with a smile, getting the hairbrush from her vanity and putting it into his open hand, "You're such a control freak. You know that?"

He started brushing her hair, putting two small pieces at the front of her face while pulling the rest to fall behind her shoulders, "You're so submissive."

Her face flushes with embarrassment and she scoffs at his blunt statement, "I am not!"

Runa should've known better and kept her mouth shut. One raise of his eyebrow and she's weak in the knees. Fuck him for being so hot. Fuck him twice for being such a smug asshole.

"Oh? You're not submissive? Need I remind you of last night? When I told you to spread your legs and you did so without any hesitation. Or when you-"

"Alright alright! I get it. Geez", she cuts him off before he can continue humiliating her, and now he's the one wearing a cocky expression.

"So you are submissive then?", he questioned, enjoying the torment.

"Yes", she mumbled, and he puts away the hair brush, holding her head in both hands to press a kiss on her forehead.

"Yes you are, baby. Ready to go?", he stood just as she did, her glossy lips rubbing together while she retrieved her purse.

"Let's go", she says, his hand taking hers while they descend the staircase and head to the car.

"Can I drive?", she asks, her expression falling when his own silently shot her down.

"Not a chance, passenger princess", he says sternly, opening the car door for her and she huffs, scolding him when he gets in the driver's seat and starts the car.

"Why not?", she argues, arms folded across her chest as he now drives out of the gates and down the dark, narrow road surrounded by trees.

"Because I'm your bodyguard and that's my job", he retorts, and seeing as she couldn't find a quick enough response, she went silent and looked out the window.

Seeing as it would take some time to get there, she decides to take a nap while she can. Once he took a glance over after a few minutes, noticing she was asleep, he turned on the seat warmers to keep her cozy while she rested.

After half an hour, he gets mixed into traffic and escapes through a back road he found just in time, turning the other direction and parking close to the restaurant so she wouldn't have to walk too far in heels. He hated to wake her up, but after a moment of admiring her resting face, he pats her thigh and gently shakes her.

"We're here, boss."

Her eyes slowly adjusted and a yawn escaped her pouted lips as she muttered a short response, quickly awakening when the door was opened and a rush of air froze her body. She took his hand that was extended, stepping out of the vehicle and when he closed the door, locking the car, he stayed close beside her as they walked across the street.

The warmth of the restaurant soothes her chilled bones, and once she gives the host her name, he immediately scrambles to show her the way into a private area upstairs. This was Jimin's favorite restaurant in the city, and she could see why with its traditional Japanese style and music playing in the background. It was fairly busy, and when the host slid the door to a room, she beamed when she saw her brother sip a small glass of saki.

"Hey", she greeted, thanking the man who left to get the waitress now that there was another guest, and she and her brother exchanged cheek kisses before sitting down at the table, the silver-haired male gesturing for Jungkook to join them as well.

"Sit with us", the man says, pouring another glass of saki for his sister who gratefully takes it and her body heats up when she feels how close her man is.

"I love the shoes by the way", Jimin compliments, seeing as it was the first thing he noticed when she walked in.

"Thank you", she responds, not sure if she should mention that Jungkook bought them.

She didn't want to embarrass him, he was an extremely private person and for some reason, she thought maybe he'd feel flustered if she told him they were his gift.

She didn't want Jimin to tease them, so she took a glance to her left and caught the wink her bodyguard gave her, her head whipping the other way, both shocked and flustered by that gesture. He never did that. It was so fucking hot and she was having thoughts she shouldn't in the presence of her brother.

"How has everything been going lately? I know we live in the same house but I feel like we're always stuck in our offices", she asks, making Jimin chuckle because they were both workaholics who had an exhaustive amount of responsibilities.

"I've been good. The club is doing good. Everything has been working out lately", he pours another glass of saki and she rolls her eyes at the obviousness of his success.

"We know that", she retorts, and he smiles, about to ask where Namjoon is before he stops himself and realizes that this was their time together, only them, other than her bodyguard of course.

The waitress walks in and Runa internally prays that she isn't like some others who would shamelessly flirt with her brother or even worse, her man. That would get a bullet right between the eyes, but of course, she'd have to grab one of Jungkook's guns since she didn't carry hers.

It seemed as if any God that existed granted her wish because the waitress was straight to business, getting their orders and bowing her head in respect since she knew who they were and was terrified to mess up.

The two siblings talked for a while, avoiding the tough subject of business as much as they could, even talking about their mother and what it would be like if she were here with them. Jungkook enjoyed hearing them share laughs, especially because it was rare for people in their world to love anyone, or have anyone alive to care for.

There were moments when they'd try and include him in the conversation, which he appreciated, but this was their time to talk, so most of the night he was silent unless spoken to. He preferred to observe them, read as much as he could from what they said, how they said it, and the emotions that would interchange in their eyes. One of the most prevalent things he noticed from Jimin was how much he adored her.

He'd known it from early on, but it was reassuring to see that someone else loved and cared for her selflessly just as he did. That if anything bad happened, she would not only have him by her side, but her brother as well. God knows she's been through hell, both siblings have, so it felt almost too sweet and perfect at times that they were able to find each other in a world like this. Almost as if it was fate, which Jungkook didn't use to believe in.

Meeting her changed him, not completely, since he was still a grumpy old man, but in ways that mattered most. He never believed in love or that it was worth fighting for, and before he confessed for the first time, he was tangled in a predicament. He had doubts that it would work out, and yet it was so easy for him to fall for her.

The things she said and did, the way she carried herself with such grace like she was an angel, was something he was drawn to and when he was sucked into that void, he knew that's where it ended. His new life began and there was no escaping her, he was deep in this and he didn't mind that one bit. Even welcoming it with open arms.

Sometimes it was hard, they'd argue and ignore each other, but in the end, they always came back and made all the wrongs right. With her, he loved that no matter what, he could feel her warmth. Whether it be her not-so-subtle glances or the questions she asked to make sure he was ok and doing well, he never once felt that she didn't want him.

There was nothing in the world that could convince him she didn't love him because, with just a look from her pretty doe eyes, nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed but them, and that's one thing he will always love her for. Her ability to make him feel like the only man in the world, her lover and fighter. Oftentimes he catches himself and thinks about what a hopeless romantic he's become. Maybe it was all those silly books he read when he was younger to 'educate' himself on love, women, and everything that entailed.

Goddamn those books, he should've never read them, because they planted ideas in his head. Too many for his liking, and he was so caught up in fantasizing about the woman sitting next to him, that he hadn't realized her hand was holding his until she lightly squeezed it. Shaking out of his daze, he looked up to see she was conversing with her brother still, and instinctively, his thumb caressed the back of her much smaller hand.

You see? He's never done this shit before, he's never liked it, and yet with her, his body reacted without a second thought and he wanted it. Just like whenever he gets the chance and sees she's stressed out from work, or having a particularly bad day, he wants to soothe her mind, he wants to be her comfort place. He wanted to please her in any way he could.

Not for one second was he not thinking about her. When he woke up and brushed his teeth while she still slept, he wondered, was she dreaming? What was she dreaming about? Even as he ate breakfast, he ate his meal without enjoying the taste because he was thinking about what she ate, her favorite foods, and how she liked to drink lavender and chamomile tea before bed.

Or even when he was working out, trying to squeeze some time into his schedule to keep himself in shape, both because it was required for his job and he enjoyed it. Every push-up, his mind went to her, how the sweat ran down her neck and between her breasts.

It had him salivating, and can't you see his dilemma? She's consumed him and made his habits worse now. Like how he caught on to little details that no one else did, he knew things about her that she possibly didn't. Runa, Runa, Runa. That's the only person he's fallen for, the only woman who's aroused him, the only being on this planet who can tell him to do something and he'll do it without hesitation.

He's a bit grateful, no offense to Jimin, when their dinner ends and they're now on their way home, her brother saying that he had to meet with somebody about a deal. He wasn't paying much attention since he was excited that he could be alone with her. It was so silly that he scoffed under his breath, mumbling curses that made her side-eye him with curiosity, but she left it alone, figuring that he was talking to himself for a reason.

The ride is silent other than her music playing in the background, and he has to say, she does have good taste. He was never one to listen to music, he never enjoyed much of anything like normal people did. Instead of playing video games or watching movies, killing bad people, and washing off a hard day of work and blood was more his speed.

That's all he's had his whole life, the only enjoyment he's felt other than being with her, protecting her from others, and the occasional thrill of killing someone who disrespected her or even looked at her in a way he didn't like. He knew she liked it though, because there was this one instance when she was talking to one of the gang leaders in the downtown neighborhood, someone who was rather crude and snobbish.

With only a glance in his direction, the man learned quickly who he was talking to when four bullets flew into his chest in less than 5 seconds, leaving him in the booth of the club to bleed out while her men moved in to grab the body and dispose of it discreetly as not to cause any disturbances. On the way home that night, she gave him a hot kiss and a few on his neck that reminded him of what he already knew. She loved being protected by him, even if it was his job.

There wasn't much better than hurting someone who even looked at your significant other the wrong way. He had power that she gave him, letting him do whatever he pleased, and that was something that made him incredibly proud to be hers.

Not only was he known for being an assassin, someone who you'd send to kill the boogeyman, but he had the bodyguard title, more specifically, hers. People knew of their reputations, but now that they were together and they knew he was the one keeping her safe, they were seen as a duo.

Talk in the streets always warned the ignorant people to never cross him or her. It was like they were the king and queen of the city. And God help anyone who disrespected the queen. That's why on the rare occasion somebody did do that, they never got a second chance, they never got to live another day because her discomfort made his blood boil, and he wouldn't stand for that person to be alive after what they'd said or done.

It was so hot to her, his possessiveness that is. He never failed to show her just what he'd do to show his love. He didn't say it much, just like she didn't, seeing as they were always emotionally detached people. The words were easy to say, much like the actions were simple to make. Loving each other felt like another good day, and even if someone royally ticked her off because of their incompetence, with a sigh, she'd turn to him and all he had to do was look at her to relieve her stress.

His eyes held such an alluring darkness to them, they called for her, told her a million things without his mouth opening to even release a breath. They were the most beautiful she'd ever seen, so emotional yet void at the same time. The only way they'd show anything of what he was feeling on the inside, is if she looked back at him. That was the only instance she ever saw him look somewhat human, less cold, not as heartless.

Soon enough they arrived home, and when she told him to follow her, he wasn't sure what to expect and that had his heart racing, his expression as plain as a white canvas. Was it something serious? The look on her face had him reeling because it was such a rare moment when he couldn't read her.

Much like him, she looked emotionless, and after they stepped into her bedroom, only then did he understand what she wanted as soon as she slammed him against the door and locked it, her confidence doing justice to her looks because she looked so fucking sexy.

"I can't help myself, Jungkook", she breathes out heavily, and he tilts his head down to look at her deeply.

"Can't help yourself?", he questions, his eyes narrowing and they flickered down when he saw her fingers unbuttoning her blouse, making his blood heat up and he was already half hard from her barely doing anything.

"I want you", she gets down to the last button and as soon as her shirt is undone, he grabs both sides and opens it, his head cocking when he sees not only is she bra-less, but she's wearing a necklace he's never seen before.

For a second he thought he was going crazy, imagining things that weren't there. But he lifted the charm to see what those two numbers were, and he couldn't believe it. His cock was strained against his pants, and he wore a frown, question marks in his eyes.

"What's this?", he asked, his eyes looking down at the 07 charm in his hand before he let it fall between her breasts.

"Do you like it? I got it to show that I was yours and that I own you. That number and barcode on your wrist is your identity, and I wanted you around my neck. All the time", she steps closer, her chest almost touching his stomach from how much shorter she was.

He was eerily silent, still processing her words that made his head spin and made him feel scarily possessive. He couldn't feel her body because of his coat, and thank God she knew him so well because she started to unbutton it, and he took off his gloves, already knowing what was about to happen now that both were tossed aside and she gawked at his bulge that poked her stomach. The darkness in his eyes made heat spread quickly between her legs, so much so that she was ready to spread them without needing to be asked.

"You're mine, right? All of you?", she asks, and he traces his index finger up her bare stomach, to the valley between her breasts before wrapping his hand around her throat, which covered it fully, exerting his dominance.

"I'm your property", he said, and he hissed when she started to palm him with a mischievous glint in her eyes that made him twitch.

"This too? All mine to play with?", she taunts, her soft lips spread into a smirk now that his eyes were fluttering closed from how she touched him and made his stomach twist up in knots.

"All yours, boss", he breathes heavily, looking down at her now that his head is tossed back against the door and his hand slips from her throat to slide the silk blouse off her shoulders.

Once that falls to the floor, his eyes flit down to the number resting between her breasts, and something about that makes him painfully hard.

"Get on your knees", he commanded, his patience dissipating into thin air and right now, he wants to feel her lips around him.

"Yes, sir", she grabs his hand and before he's about to ask her what she's doing, he closes his mouth as she leads him to the bed, pushing him to sit down and she tears off his shirt.

Her eyes greedily roam his body, planting wet kisses along his chest before trailing them lower towards his pelvis.

"Take them off", he says, and his authoritative tone doesn't fail to make her knees weak.

Wordlessly, she gets onto her knees and looks up at him, admiring his beauty from the lower angle that made him look so intimidating it almost scared her. As she unbuckles his belt and watches his chest fall and rise, he moves his hand to hold the back of her neck, pushing her hair away so it didn't cover her chest which was now revealed to him completely, and the erotic sight made him lick his lips.

"Go on", he encouraged, and she didn't tease any longer.

He could tell she was eager for this when she shoved down his pants and boxers, so thrilled now that she could taste him and she kept her eyes open to see his reactions. His cock felt heavy in her hands, and she loved that feeling brewing in her stomach.

"Touch it, it's yours", he sighed, her lips kissing the leaking tip and his pre-cum smeared onto her mouth made his stomach feel dangerously tight.

He lets her do what she wants, even if he is desperate for her to take him whole, he likes watching her do what she wants. The way her tongue slid into his slit and licked around the throbbing head was slow and patient, the exact opposite of what he was expecting from her. She could take her time, but often enough she wasn't one to do that. She liked to jump right into the deep end.

"Keep doing that", he groans, his breathing a bit shaky as he tosses his head back when she finally puts him in her mouth.

It felt so good that he was afraid he'd finish too soon. When she started bobbing her head, cheeks hollowed and flushed, he about lost his mind. His blood pumped fast and he was struggling to keep quiet, but he managed to do so, keeping his composure and watching her plump lips suck him.

"Spit on it", he demanded, his eyes gleaming with a hunger for her, and she was taken aback by the sudden request, choking on his cock that hit the back of her throat repeatedly.

"Yes, sir", she whispers, her voice raspy and she maintains intense eye contact while spit falls from her tongue onto his tip.

"Fucking hell", he mumbles, humming in pleasure when she starts swirling the liquid around with her tongue.

"Do it again."

One hand remained at the back of her neck while the other gripped the bed sheets so hard the veins in his arms protruded. Leaning back, she spits on his cock and strokes him whilst her lips suck his tip, and he knew by her quiet moans that she was very much into this. He couldn't deny he was too, it was so filthy and unlike anything he's ever felt.

"I love the way you taste, Jeon", she chuckles, looking up at him with a grin before she takes him in her mouth again, her eyes are furrowed in pleasure as she feels him deliciously stretch out her mouth and make her jaw ache.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum", he sighs, throwing his head back when she starts deep-throating him again and her hand sneaks to play with his balls, a shock that was sent to his core and made him bite his lip.

She knew exactly what she was doing and it drove him closer to the edge, to the brink of insanity and he had to watch her. Even if it felt so good he wanted to close his eyes and allow himself to just feel, he had to watch what she was doing because god, she was a work of art.

His number between her breasts, her hairline damp with beads of sweat, and her skin glistening in the light from the moon, just enough to see what was happening, it was hitting him one after the other. He wouldn't dare close his eyes because he knew she liked being watched.

"Where do you want it?", he asks, massaging the back of her neck before he pulls his hand away and fists the sheets beneath him so he can restrain from thrusting into her mouth and using her as he wants.

Pulling away with heavily lidded eyes and glossy lips, she gulped and grabbed his hand to place at the back of her head, "Use me, use my mouth, and cum wherever you want. I'd gladly take it in my mouth", she responded, her voice low, her throat abused, but it sounded so fucking hot it made him twitch again.

"If you need me to stop, tap my thigh", he says, and once she responds with a 'yes sir', they continue.

As he takes in a deep breath, he grabs a fistful of her hair and positions her mouth at his cock, "Stick out your tongue."

Once she follows his command and the pink, wet muscle is outstretched to his liking, he teases her and rubs the tip against it, enjoying how soft it felt and how she drooled onto him. After a few slow strokes against her tongue, he bites his lip and without warning, pushes her head down so he's swallowed by her throat, making her gag and the sound provoked a fire to start rushing through his veins.

He wasn't too rough and she was appreciative of that, and she moaned against him, hollowing her cheeks as much as she could while simultaneously sucking and breathing through her nose. Watching him use her like this had her unbelievably weak, and she could feel the intense throbbing in her chest and between her legs.

He looked like a God, his jawline incredibly sharp and his hand tangled in her hair as he pressed her head down against him so the tip of her nose brushed against his pelvis. In the few times they've been intimate together, she's noticed he wasn't very vocal, and that wasn't too surprising due to his personality.

His facial expressions and eyes said enough, and the occasional quiet groan that would bless her ears made her feel like the most perfect woman in the world. To hear and see a man in such a state of flux, and to hear his praises during and after had her heart throbbing. For some reason, he was particularly loud tonight. She knew whatever she was doing was good because damn, he was not holding back.

"You want me to cum, baby? I'm gonna cum", he moans quietly, and she wonders how he could remain so composed when being pleasured like this.

She knows that even the slightest brush against her skin has her whimpering like a puppy, and for some reason, she finds his self-control so attractive. He was infatuated with her, truly the first time in his 35 years of life experiencing sex like this. It meant so much to him. To finally let go after all these years, not having to force himself and instead enjoy what came naturally.

"Go ahead", he whispers, his hand letting go of her hair and she looks at him in confusion, but when he gives her a short nod, she knows what he wants.

Her lips wrapped around his tip again, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum that dribbled out, and while her tongue played with that, she stroked his base and spit on him just how he liked. Sinking her mouth onto him, she bobs her head at the perfect pace and he encourages her, knowing that her jaw must be aching.

"That's it, you're doing good. Keep sucking, make me cum. Can you make me cum, baby? Hm?", he taunts, his eyes shining with lust and when she hums, he tosses his head back with a chuckle.

"It's all yours", his hand goes to fondle her breasts, tugging at the hardened buds that were needy for his attention.

Her moans increased as he did so, his eyes glancing at the necklace and he felt like his body was elevating when the knot exploded in his stomach. He watched as she continued moving her head, sucking him dry until there was not a drop left.

He wasn't too surprised that she swallowed his cum, but it was insanely hot, and as soon as she leaned away, he bit his lip at the sight of her all red, hot, and sweaty. Tiredly, she rests her warm cheek on his thigh and he strokes the side of her face, a bit breathless as he pushes her hair behind her ear and looks at her face in awe.

"Just so you know, I'm fucking you in those heels."