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Enjoy this hot moment during BTS

This is the real scene with Yu Bin and Zhan that inspired me for this OS... 😳🍑👋🏻
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R18 !
 

 
16h08. We are waiting for directions. I'm yawning from boredom, also from fatigue. Two dramas to manage. It's the first year I accumulate so much work. Yibo is tense today. He hits me with his sleeve more often than usual, without malice. He is certainly imagining something absurd and punishes me, again; this boy is jealous without name.

The simple fact of having leaned on Zhuocheng's shoulder, a little earlier, earned me a black eye. And not the kind I can trade for a silly smile when I go to tickle him, no, the kind that murders me from a distance. Is it a lack of confidence in him? in me? Whatever it is, I'm bored with this atmosphere this afternoon. Paranoia is not really my thing.

My flute slides between my fingers when my lover and Yu Bin join me. Bin plants himself on my right and I shift myself (I think), lost in my thoughts.

- Wow! Do you want to die?!

Yibo's voice makes me jump. What's wrong with him shouting like that?

- Yu Bin!

- What did I do? shuddered the defendant.

- Are you kidding me?!

- Wang Yibo!

I freeze in front of him with big accusing eyes - the staff is already looking at us, somewhat shocked - but he ignores me. He even pushes me to get closer to our friend, frankly threatening. Bin raises his hands between them, as a token of good faith.

- Wang Yibo...

- You put your hand on his ass!

This time, everyone turns on us.

- You touch him without pressure under my nose and play innocent?!

- I...

- Lao Wang!

I step in between them and grab my companion by the shoulders. He is exposing us in front of all these people without caring a second. I get closer to him, the insistent look, and articulate between my teeth.

- Are you going to grill us in front of the whole staff?

- I don't care.

- I do care, Wang Yibo!

My suddenly stern tone made him stare at me with big eyes. The desire to murder me shines more brightly.

- Lao Xiao, do you agree with this?

- You are going too far.

- Me? I'm going too far?!

- Wang Yibo, Bin said shakily, it wasn't for...

- What was it for, yes, tell me? What was your excuse?

Yu Bin looked down. I turned to him, puzzled, with the slim hope that the beast would calm down (am I that naive?). I had barely felt his hand, it seemed closer to my hip than anything else, and coming from him, this touch was in no way perverse. No sane person would risk such an act in the presence of Yibo - unless they were trying to shorten their own life. Of course, my feline is a rabid one and his tolerance is below zero.

- What's the matter with you three? shouts Director Cheng.

- Excuse me, Director. Would you excuse us for a moment? I said, clasping my hands together deferentially.

Without waiting for our superior's answer, I grab Yibo by the arm and drag him out of the cave, towards our hiding place (a deep recess in the rock) that we sometimes use to cuddle, out of sight.

I push him towards the front, very annoyed.

- Your goal is to burn us for good? Are you aware that half the team thinks we're already half together?

- Don't deflect the issue.

- But you're the one who's going to get us in trouble, Wang Yibo!

- Me? I'm the problem?

- Don't twist my words.

- Wow! I'm twisting it now, he smiled sarcastically. I'm the one you're blaming. You're always defending our dear colleagues, it's strange...

- What are you implying?

His cynicism turns insulting.

- Maybe you like it, finally, to feel wanted.

My eyes widen.

- Are you saying I'm trying to provoke you?

- I'm saying, he murmurs as he approaches me, that you don't mind being touched by other guys.

I can't suppress a nervous laugh.

- Are you about to call me a slut?

- So, how come anyone can grope you, Xiao Zhan?

I am shocked. He grabs my right buttock over my black dress and grabs it.

- Someone does this to you and you don't react? What do you call this?!

- Stop it!

I push him away, my throat tied up. We remain one moment to stare at each other. In his look of hatred, I feel dirty.

- If you consider me like that, don't stay with me, I retort, deeply hurt.

- Ha! How easy it is...

- Easy? You think it's easy to deal with you?

- You knew what I was like. You understood it from the beginning, as soon as we started to get closer.

- Not at this point...

He takes a step back.

- You regret it, don't you?

- That's not what I mean...

In his turn, the wound gleams in his eyes. He withdraws behind his protective ice wall, as he does every time he is attacked, and deliberately shoves me off the roof of our hiding place.

- Since I'm unmanageable and too tough for your taste, I won't bother you anymore.

- Yibo...

I catch him by the arm, he gives me a sideways glance, resentful. I lower my chin.

- Is it me you don't trust? I... I seem to be that much of a...

My hand falls back. I feel like a loser. What if I'm actually responsible? What if I gave that kind of impression? After all, I've never been good at relationships. Do I look like a frivolous person? A great sadness rises to my cheeks. Not wanting to show it, I run away from him, but Yibo holds me back.

- Xiao Zhan.

- Let it go...

His fingers tighten around my forearm. He pulls me under the rock.

- No, it's not you. I just can't stand the idea of someone else getting too close to you. I also can't stand the thought of someone else touching you, even to graze your shoulder. I am like that, I can't help it.

I try to chase away my tears, too quickly - the tiredness of these last days makes me much too sensitive. Yibo raises my chin, I turn my head, ashamed.

- Stop it.

- Zhan Ge, show me your eyes.

- No, I won't.

- Zhan Ge.

He pinches my chin between his fingers and forcibly uncovers the moisture of my pain. His jaw twitches.

- It's okay, I'm just flush.

Through his cold silence, I already imagine him guilty.

- Yibo, it's not...

- Maybe you should distance yourself from me.

He says these words while turning away from me. Behind my surprise, I can guess how bad he feels.

- But I don't want to, come on...

I draw him to me and steal a kiss.

- I'll get used to it, I murmur, resting my forehead against his with a sigh. I'll get used to your jealousy...

Yibo stares at me, probably shaken by a hurricane of sudden resentments. He pushes me, I am speechless. Why this brutal gesture, all of a sudden? And why does his eyes darken?

- Xiao Zhan.

He walks towards me devouring my face with his eyes.

- I am not jealous. I'm possessive. Do you know what that means?

He grabs my jaw between his fingers. By his firm grip, I can feel that he is containing himself.

- Possessive means that my blood will run cold every time a man looks at you too sweetly, or you laugh too hard with a girl, or a friend touches your arm or gets too close to you, or shares a moment I don't have with you, or some bitch screams your name in my presence while you're the only one screaming mine, under the sheets.

I remain prohibited, confused. His fingers slide over my cheeks.

- Are you ready for this, really? You're ready to have to stay silent and accept this?

- I...

His other hand goes up my left side; I shiver. He slams me against the rock, making me squeal.

- Yibo, calm down...

- Lao Xiao, answer me," he said, pulling the collar of my robe aside. Every part of your body must be mine.

His pelvis is pressed against mine and his tongue wanders in the hollow of my shoulder, between two kisses. The heat already climbs in my belly.

- Show yourself only to me. Only be mine. Xiao Zhan, tell me, or I'll go crazy.

His teeth threaten to bite my ear at any moment. I pinch my lips. I love this boy like I've never loved anyone before, but is it healthy to promise yourself? I would like to say yes to him, but I am afraid of the future.

- Yibo, I don't want you to get angry at me every time.

- I won't. If you don't get close to me, I have no reason to be angry with you.

- But if...

He jabs me in the neck with his teeth, making me stiffen. I push him back slightly, but he closes his mouth on the bite and starts a long hickey. Far from me the desire that such a mark shows (especially now), but I also know that my man needs to reassure himself by this act.

He sucks my skin while walking a hand under my dresses, along my thighs. I bite my lip, quivering under his hot breath. I clutch his shoulders and hold my breath intermittently so as not to make any noise - if we were alone, my voice would have cleared long ago.

His mouth comes off, a draft makes my wet skin tingle. Without warning, he plunges his hand into my shorts. I startle.

- Yibo, what are you doing?

- You must reassure me.

I look at him with all the tenderness of the world. I know that these words cost a lot to his ego, but in this place, now, when we have been away for several minutes already... Neither the dressing rooms nor the bus are close by. Abandoning ourselves here is not an option.

- Bo Di, we can't...

He grabs my semi-erection with his full hand. I let out a moan.

- It's my turn to touch you, Ge Ge. Let me touch you...

His other hand grabs my bare buttock. Again, he is unconscious. The assistants know this place and would not hesitate to find us. I push him away gently, with as little force as my desire allows.

- Don't reject me or I swear I won't wait until I'm on the bus to pick you up.

I stare at him, languid, and bite my hand, glancing anxiously outside. The team is about fifty feet away... What should I do? My lion doesn't give me a chance to question myself further. He lures me into the most secret recess and takes possession of my pleasure. I swing my head back, my lip stuck between my teeth, painful.

His hand accelerates his movements. When I see him soak two fingers of saliva, I already imagine the continuation. My eyes bulge out.

- No!

Totally ignoring my refusal, he lifts my dresses to sneak in, kneels at the height of my thighs and undertakes the worst. His lips capture my soaked shaft. He spreads my legs and buttocks and presses gently on my entrance with his wet middle finger. I cover my mouth to stifle a noise. The flame redoubles in power.

Even if I still wanted it, I couldn't fight it. My only desire right now is to feel him inside me. For I know its delicious torment by heart. And I revel in the thought of it.

My breath quickens. The risk grows by the second. But so does the pleasure. I am on the verge of implosion. I close my eyes, the wave breaks. My semen fills the mouth of my tender feline who, far from having finished, uses it against me. His slippery fingers turn slowly on my intimacy, until inserting itself of some centimeters.

- Yibo... ! I came, I whispered, nervous. Please, stop before we...

He straightens up to go devour the print-free part of my uncovered chest.

- To me.

When he bites me, he sinks into me. I cannot retain this moan. Too feverish to control myself, I allow him with joy to press a palm against my mouth to muffle my noises. A second finger invites itself and introduces itself with precaution, always flowing.

The first centimeters draw me a complaint, but, quickly, the delight of its hot caresses on my softest sensitivity replaces the weak pain. I clench around him, praying that he will never remove his hand from my lips, under penalty of releasing my treacherous voice.

The pressure mounts, growing in shivers. From the hollow of my loins, the tingle flickers along my spine until it extends into my thighs. My legs weaken, I am consumed.

Yibo presses himself against me to maintain me upright, then massages my most fragile point to make me tremble. My body whirls. A cry strangles in my throat.

- You are mine. Say it.

He releases my mouth at the worst moment. With all my poor forces, I choke the pleasure which threatens me and carry a hand to my face to make me keep quiet. But this devil prevents me by holding my wrist.

- Tell me or I swear to make you scream at the top of my lungs.

I grit my teeth and clutch at his back. Tearful with pleasure, I whisper.

- Yes, I am yours, Wang Yibo. Only yours.

My answer delights him. His palm closes on my lips as soon as he shakes his fingers in me. I close my eyes hard, the key of my orgasm turns. I stretch myself, under the influence of spasms, and he, plates me with force against the rock. His teeth plant themselves in my trapezium. I contract, give up a long cry in his hand and release me under my dress.

The half-closed glance, I must retain me with him not to collapse. His satisfied smile makes me blush. I sigh, exhausted. A little vexed, too.

- You're happy, right?

- Yes, he rejoices.

He caresses my face and admires me with his usual tenderness, the one dedicated only to me.

- Ge Ge, I can never get over you. I can't even bear to see you cry... he smiles, contrite. But this...

His smile widened, perverse.

- This is what will happen to you if I'm really too upset.

I giggle and place a kiss on her lips. Although it's nice, I don't intend to receive this kind of punishment anymore; I care too much about our common project to jeopardize it. So, yes, I will stand by my man to reassure him, and keep silent if need be. Because nothing would justify hurting him. I touch his thin nose with the tip of mine.

- Okay, but please, Di Di, try to stay calm. I don't want to get into trouble and be separated from you...

He buries his face in my neck and hugs me. I know he feels guilty. In the hollow of my ear, he whispers a "I will, I'm sorry". Our hands untie at the entrance to our den. We find the team, still fixing the same technical problem as before - relief.

When Yu Bin joins us, Yibo murders him with his eyes. The accused swallows, I smile, reassuring. To our friend and to my man. Without hiding myself (the cameras seem to be far enough away), I brush Yibo's fingers and slip some sweetness in his ear. His rage gives way to a tender smile.

Under the eyes of those who know, we exchange one of these glances which are without words. One of those for which we will be famous one day.

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