𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕿𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 | 4
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Pairing: dark!Joel Miller x Fem!reader
Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Auctioning people, Dom and Sub dynamics, Drinking, food, kissing, making out, possessiveness, cat calling, physical violence ( a single punch ), flirting, langire, bikinis, insucurity, praise, LOSS OF VIRGINITY, Oral F and M, Orgasums, Orgasum Denial, Pull out method, UNprotected sex wrap it before you tap it kids, THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME
Summary: Joel takes you on a birthday trip to say sorry for missing your birthday and it was oh so worth it in many different ways
WC: 5.0K
A/n: EnJOY
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The airport buzzed with the typical hum of travelers, announcements echoing over the intercom. You clutched your boarding pass, trying to steady your nerves. The past few days had been a whirlwind, with Joel's sudden proposition to whisk you away to Miami as an apology for missing your birthday. It felt surreal, and a part of you was still grappling with the mixed emotions from your heated argument.
Joel walked beside you, his hand resting lightly on your lower back, guiding you through the terminal. His demeanor was calm and composed, a stark contrast to your swirling thoughts. He had been unusually attentive since that night, a stark contrast to the distant, busy man you had come to know. It was almost as if he was trying to make up for lost time.
As you approached the first-class lounge, you glanced at Joel. “First class, huh?” you remarked, trying to keep your tone light. “I didn’t know you were such a high roller.”
Joel smirked, handing the attendant your boarding passes. “Only the best for my girl,” he replied, his voice smooth and confident. “Consider it part of my apology.”
You felt a flutter in your stomach at his words but quickly pushed it down. There were still too many unresolved questions between you. As you settled into the plush seats of the first-class cabin, you couldn't help but marvel at the luxury. The seats were wide and comfortable, with ample legroom and a personal entertainment system. A flight attendant promptly offered you a glass of champagne, which you accepted gratefully.
Joel leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “I thought you could use a bit of pampering.”
You turned to look at him, studying his face. “Joel, this is amazing, but...”
He held up a hand, cutting you off gently. “No buts. Let’s just enjoy this trip, okay? We can talk about everything else later.”
You nodded, though a part of you still felt uneasy. “Okay. For now, let’s just enjoy it.”
As the plane took off, you glanced out the window, watching the world shrink below you. The view was breathtaking, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to get lost in the beauty of it all. Joel reached over, taking your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. The gesture was comforting, and you found yourself relaxing into your seat.
Joel continued to hold your hand as the plane soared higher, the world below becoming a patchwork of greens and blues. His touch was steady, reassuring, but you couldn’t shake the questions swirling in your mind. After a while, Joel leaned closer, his voice low and soothing.
“We’re staying at a hotel right on the water,” he said, a hint of excitement in his tone. “You’ll love it. The view is incredible, and the beach is just a few steps away.”
You smiled, trying to match his enthusiasm. “That sounds amazing. I can’t wait to see it.”
Joel’s eyes sparkled as he continued, “And once we land, I want to take you shopping. Get you a proper birthday present.”
You hesitated, feeling a mix of gratitude and discomfort. “Joel, you don’t have to do that. This trip is already more than enough.”
He squeezed your hand gently, his expression serious. “I want to, though. I missed your birthday, and I want to make it up to you. Just let me do this.”
You sighed, the last remnants of your resistance melting away under his earnest gaze. “Alright, if you insist.”
Joel’s smile broadened, and he kissed your hand. “Good. You deserve to be spoiled.”
The rest of the flight passed in a comfortable silence, with both of you occasionally exchanging smiles and light touches. The tension from earlier seemed to have eased, replaced by a shared anticipation for the days ahead.
When the plane finally touched down in Miami, the warm, tropical air greeted you as you stepped off. Joel guided you through the airport with practiced ease, his hand never leaving the small of your back. A sleek black car awaited you outside, and soon you were on your way to the hotel.
As you settled into the backseat, Joel turned to you, his eyes filled with excitement. “So, any thoughts on what you’d like for your birthday present?”
You laughed softly, shaking your head. “I haven’t really thought about it. This trip is already such a gift.”
Joel smiled, his hand finding yours again. “Well, let’s see what catches your eye. I want to make sure you have something special to remember this birthday by.”
The drive to the hotel was scenic, the cityscape giving way to pristine beaches and shimmering water. When you arrived, you were awestruck by the elegance of the hotel. The building stood majestically against the backdrop of the ocean, its sleek lines and modern design a testament to luxury.
Joel checked you in, his demeanor confident and charming. Soon, you were riding the elevator to your suite, the anticipation building with each passing floor. When you finally stepped inside, the view took your breath away. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered an unobstructed panorama of the ocean, the waves crashing rhythmically against the shore.
“This is incredible,” you whispered, turning to Joel with wide eyes.
He grinned, clearly pleased with your reaction. “I’m glad you like it. Now, let’s get settled and then we can hit the shops.”
You spent a few moments exploring the suite, the plush furnishings and elegant decor making you feel like you had stepped into a dream. After freshening up, you rejoined Joel in the living area.
“Ready to go?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. “Ready.”
The shopping district was bustling with activity, the streets lined with high-end boutiques and charming cafes. Joel led you from store to store, his enthusiasm infectious. You found yourself relaxing, enjoying the experience more than you had anticipated.
After browsing through several shops, Joel finally stopped outside a jewelry store. “How about we take a look in here?” he suggested, his hand gently guiding you inside.
The store was filled with sparkling displays, each piece more beautiful than the last. Joel watched as you admired the jewelry, his expression thoughtful. After a while, he pointed to a delicate necklace adorned with a small, shimmering pendant.
“How about this one?” he asked, his voice soft.
You stared at the necklace, the elegant design catching the light in the most captivating way. “It’s beautiful,” you murmured, feeling a swell of emotion.
Joel smiled, signaling to the salesperson. “We’ll take it.”
As the necklace was carefully packaged, you turned to Joel, your eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you, Joel. This means so much to me.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek. “You’re welcome. And remember, this is just the beginning. I want to make sure every moment we spend together is special.”
As you both stepped out of the jewelry store, the delicate weight of the new necklace around your neck felt like a promise. Joel, ever the charmer, glanced down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“You know,” he began, his tone playful, “now that you’ve got such a beautiful necklace, I think you need a bikini to match. After all, we’re right by the beach.”
You felt a flush creep up your cheeks. “A bikini?” you echoed, a hint of uncertainty in your voice.
Joel stopped and turned to face you, his expression sincere. “Absolutely. You’ll look amazing. Besides, I want to see you having fun in the sun, looking as stunning as you are.”
You bit your lip, feeling a mixture of shyness and excitement. “I don’t know, Joel. I’m not sure if I’m... you know, ready for that.”
He stepped closer, his hands resting gently on your hips. “Hey, listen to me. You’re beautiful, and you’re perfect just the way you are. Trust me on this. Let’s go find something that makes you feel as amazing as you look.”
His words melted away your insecurities, leaving a growing confidence in their place. “Alright,” you agreed, a smile tugging at your lips. “Let’s do it.”
Joel’s eyes lit up with delight as he guided you to a nearby boutique that specialized in swimwear. The store was a vibrant oasis of colors and styles, each bikini more alluring than the last. The racks were lined with shimmering fabrics and intricate patterns, and you couldn’t help but feel a little thrill of anticipation as you browsed.
Joel stayed close, his hand occasionally brushing against yours. He offered suggestions with a playful smirk, holding up bikinis that ranged from flirty to downright daring. His presence was a steady reassurance, his confidence in your beauty making you feel bold.
“What about this one?” he asked, holding up a red bikini with a cheeky grin.
You laughed, shaking your head. “Maybe something a little less... fiery.”
After selecting a few bikinis to try on, you made your way to the fitting rooms. Joel waited outside, his playful demeanor turning more serious as he saw you hesitate.
“Go on,” he urged gently, his eyes locking with yours. “I can’t wait to see how stunning you look.”
You took a deep breath and stepped into the fitting room. The first bikini you tried on was a bright, tropical pattern that made you feel both bold and self-conscious. Gathering your courage, you stepped out to show Joel.
His eyes widened in appreciation, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Wow,” he said softly, his gaze lingering. “You look incredible.”
Your heart swelled at his reaction, and the insecurities you had been feeling seemed to vanish. With each new bikini you tried on, Joel’s supportive comments boosted your confidence. He flirted shamelessly, making you laugh and blush with every compliment.
“Turn around,” he requested with a wink as you modeled a floral bikini. “I need the full view.”
You playfully spun, feeling more confident with every step. Eventually, you settled on a sleek, navy blue two-piece that made you feel both elegant and sexy.
“This one,” you decided, turning to Joel with a newfound assurance.
He nodded, his smile warm and approving. “Perfect choice. You look absolutely stunning.”
Joel wrapped his arm around your shoulders before making his way to the cashier to pay “I can’t wait to see you in that at the beach,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine anticipation. “You’ll be the most beautiful woman there.”
You felt a surge of confidence and happiness, Joel’s words making you feel cherished. “Only if you promise to wear those swim trunks I picked out,” you teased back.
He laughed, a deep, infectious sound. “Deal. Anything for you.”
As you browsed through the store waiting for joel to finish paying, still feeling the warmth of Joel’s compliments, a guy around your age approached. He had an arrogant smirk and a cocky swagger.
"Hey there," he drawled, his eyes shamelessly raking over your body. "I saw you trying on those bikinis earlier. You looked incredible."
You forced a polite smile, hoping he would take the hint and leave. "Thanks."
But he didn’t. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath smelling faintly of alcohol. "Your boyfriend took his sweet time picking those out, huh? You should ditch the old man and find someone who knows how to appreciate you properly."
You took a step back, feeling a shiver of discomfort. "Joel appreciates me just fine, thanks."
The guy chuckled, shaking his head with a condescending grin. "Come on, how old is he? Like, twice your age? You deserve better. Someone who won’t leave you hanging while they shop for you. I mean, come on, you can do so much better."
His eyes lingered on your body, and you felt your skin crawl under his gaze. "Seriously, you need someone who knows how to have fun. Not some grandpa who's gonna put you to sleep by nine."
Your patience snapped, and you opened your mouth to retort, but at that moment, Joel returned. His eyes immediately took in the situation, narrowing as he saw the guy standing too close to you.
"Is everything alright here?" Joel asked, his voice steady but with a dangerous edge.
The guy straightened up, smirking as he looked Joel up and down. "Just complimenting your girl. She's quite the catch."
Joel's jaw tightened, and the tension in the air thickened. "Thanks for the compliment. But she's with me, and I'm more than capable of appreciating her."
The guy shrugged, clearly not intimidated. "Alright, man. Whatever you say." With one last leer in your direction, he sauntered off.
But Joel wasn’t done. His jealousy and protective instincts flared. "Hey!" Joel called out, his voice a low growl.
The guy turned back, an eyebrow raised. "What now, old man?"
Without warning, Joel’s fist connected with the guy’s jaw in a swift, powerful punch. The guy staggered back, clutching his face in shock and pain.
"You stay the hell away from her," Joel snarled, his eyes blazing with anger.
People around the store stared some gasping in surprise. The guy scrambled to his feet, muttering curses, and quickly retreated, clearly not wanting to escalate the situation further.
Joel turned back to you, his breathing heavy. "You okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, but his eyes still dark with lingering fury.
You nodded, a bit shaken but relieved. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you."
Joel wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Let’s get out of here."
You were in shock as you watched Joel punch the guy. A flurry of emotions swirled inside you—relief, gratitude, but also anger. As Joel guided you out of the store and into a waiting taxi, you couldn't hold back any longer.
"Joel, what the hell was that?" you demanded, sliding into the back seat and looking at him with wide eyes.
Joel shut the door behind him, his jaw still tense. "He was being a creep, talking to you like that. What was I supposed to do? Let him disrespect you?"
"You didn't have to punch him," you snapped, your voice shaking slightly. "Violence isn't the answer to everything."
Joel leaned in closer, his eyes dark and intense. "Sometimes, it is. When it comes to you, I'll do whatever it takes to protect you."
The taxi driver glanced back nervously, clearly uncomfortable with the tension in the car. Joel noticed and lowered his voice, though the intensity didn't fade. "You need to understand something. You're mine. And no one gets to talk to you or look at you like that. No one."
You felt a shiver run down your spine at his possessive tone. "Joel, that's not—"
"No," he cut you off, his eyes boring into yours. "You need to hear this. I won’t let anyone come between us. I’ve been patient, trying to respect your space and your pace, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stand by while some punk thinks he can make a move on you."
You looked away, trying to process his words. Part of you was scared, but another part was drawn to the fierce protectiveness in his voice.
Joel reached out, gripping your chin and turning your face back to him. "Look at me," he commanded softly. "You're with me now. And that means you're mine. Understand?"
You nodded slowly, the intensity of his gaze making it hard to think straight. "I understand."
He leaned back, seemingly satisfied, but his grip on your hand remained firm. "Good. Now let's go enjoy our weekend. I want you to remember how much I care about you. And if that means being a little possessive, so be it."
The rest of the taxi ride was tense and silent, Joel's words echoing in your mind. As you pulled up to the hotel, Joel paid the driver and helped you out of the car, his hand never leaving yours. The grand entrance of the hotel loomed before you, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside you.
Inside the hotel lobby, Joel’s demeanor shifted slightly, his possessiveness morphing into a more subtle, but still palpable, protectiveness. He led you to the elevator, his hand firmly on your lower back.
As the elevator doors closed, he looked down at you, his expression softening just a bit. "We’re going to have a great weekend," he murmured. "I want to make up for missing your birthday. Trust me, okay?"
You nodded, feeling a mixture of apprehension and curiosity about what the weekend would bring. "Okay, Joel."
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing the luxurious hallway leading to your room. Joel guided you down the corridor, his hand still a constant presence on your back. As you entered the room
Joel unlocked the door to your room, ushering you inside with a small smile. The suite was luxurious, with a stunning view of the ocean and a king-sized bed dominating the space. The tension from earlier seemed to dissipate slightly as you took in your surroundings.
“This place is incredible,” you said, trying to focus on the positive.
Joel nodded, setting your bags down gently. “Only the best for you.”
You walked over to the large window, gazing out at the turquoise water stretching out to the horizon. The view was breathtaking, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to relax. Joel came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“I want you to feel special this weekend,” he murmured. “I’m sorry about earlier. I just... can’t stand the thought of anyone else trying to take you away from me.”
You turned in his arms, looking up at him. “I understand. Let’s just enjoy our time here, okay?”
He nodded, brushing a kiss against your forehead. “Deal. Let’s unpack and get settled in.”
You moved to your suitcase, unzipping it and flipping it open. As you began to pull out clothes, you noticed something odd. The outfits were all skimpy, revealing, and definitely not what you had packed. Your cheeks flushed as you pulled out a barely-there bikini, realizing that Faith had repacked your entire suitcase. A note fell out of one of the dresses, and you quickly picked it up.
"Thought you’d need these more than your usual stuff. Have fun, birthday girl! – Faith"
You sighed, shaking your head with a small smile. “Of course, Faith.”
Joel raised an eyebrow as he looked over your shoulder. “What’s up?”
“Faith repacked my suitcase,” you explained, holding up the note. “Looks like she had different plans for my wardrobe.”
Joel chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he took in the array of outfits. “Well, she certainly knows how to pick them. I think you’ll look amazing in every single one.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, but his words boosted your confidence. “I’m sure you do.”
Joel leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, seductive murmur. “Why don’t you try one on for me now?”
You felt a shiver of excitement mixed with nervousness. “Alright, but no peeking until I’m done.”
He grinned, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
You gathered a few pieces and headed into the bathroom to change. As you slipped into a delicate lace lingerie set, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of anticipation. You took a deep breath, smoothing your hair before stepping back into the room.
Joel’s eyes darkened with desire as he looked you up and down. “You look stunning,” he said, his voice husky.
You blushed, feeling both empowered and slightly shy under his intense gaze. “Thank you.”
He crossed the room in a few quick strides, pulling you into his arms. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.
The air between you crackled with tension as Joel’s hands roamed your back, tracing the delicate lines of the lingerie. Just as you were about to lean in for a deeper kiss, you felt his grip tighten.
You could feel the intensity of his desire as his hands roamed your back, tracing the delicate lines of the lingerie. His touch was electric, sparking a fire inside you. Your heart raced, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through your veins.
Joel’s lips found yours, the kiss deep and passionate, filled with an urgency that took your breath away. He guided you backward, each step bringing you closer to the bed. The world outside seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of you in this moment.
You felt the edge of the bed hit the back of your legs, and Joel gently lowered you onto the soft mattress. He hovered over you, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl.
His hands moved to your shoulders, slowly sliding the straps of the lingerie down your arms. His touch was gentle yet possessive, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You arched your back slightly, pressing yourself against him, craving more of his touch.
Joel’s lips followed the path of his hands, kissing the newly exposed skin. He took his time, savoring each moment, each taste. You could feel the heat of his desire building, matching your own. The room was filled with the sound of your mingled breaths, the tension between you almost palpable.
His hands continued their exploration, moving lower, caressing the curves of your body. You let out a soft moan as he found sensitive spots, his touch sending waves of pleasure through you. “Joel,” you whispered, your voice breathless with need.
He looked up at you, his eyes dark with passion. “I want you,” he said, his voice husky and full of promise. “All of you.”
You nodded, unable to find the words, your body responding to his every touch. Joel leaned in, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. His hands roamed freely now, exploring every inch of you, his touch both demanding and tender.
As the intensity between you grew, you felt a sudden rush of emotions. Desire, anticipation, and a hint of fear all mingled together. Joel seemed to sense your hesitation, his movements slowing. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softening with concern.
You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. His concern was palpable, and you appreciated his sensitivity to your emotions. Meeting his gaze, you nodded slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, I’m fine… Don’t stop.”
Joel’s eyes darkened with desire as he registered your words. Without a word, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. His touch reignited the fire between you, sending sparks of electricity through your body. His hands resumed their exploration, his touch both gentle and commanding.
You moaned softly against his lips, the sound mingling with his own low growl of pleasure. The room seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the sensation of Joel’s lips on yours, his hands tracing the curves of your body with a familiarity that sent shivers down your spine.
Joel moved his hands to caress your breasts under your barely-there lace bra, both of you grinding into each other. His bulge pressed perfectly against where you needed him most, pulling a whimper from the back of your throat. Joel smirked at you, "Let's get these clothes off."
He leaned back, standing on his knees over you as you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him. He peeled off his shirt, revealing his chest, the small hairs lining his torso and leading down towards his pants. His stomach curved slightly, and all you wanted to do was reach out and touch him, but something in you said to wait. You unclasped your bra, revealing your upper body to him. You didn't feel anxious or unsure; you were ready. Joel grabbed your hands, holding them above your head.
Joel’s kisses trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer to your breasts without having to say a word. Joel began to suck on your breast, the warmth of his mouth overtaking you as you arched into him. He pinched your hard nipples before pulling away to take off his pants. You moved to do the same, but he stopped you.
"I’ll do that," he said, making you blush as he finished taking off his pants and boxers, revealing his dick, the tip already dripping with pre-cum. He was well-trimmed, and his dick was so thick that your mind wandered, blushing at the thought of him inside you. He climbed back onto the bed and went straight to kissing your stomach, moving your body with his rough, calloused hands in every way he pleased to make sure every kiss was felt deep inside you.
He kissed your lower stomach and moved to spread your legs over his shoulders before lowering you back onto the bed. After he pulled off your panties with such skill, you barely felt them come off. He placed a kiss on your clit, making you grab the sheets below you. He wrapped his hands around your thighs, pushing his face deeper into your pussy as he ate you like a starved man. You moaned over and over, your eyes rolling back as he dropped one of your legs, never moving his head from your clit as he inserted one of his large fingers into your pussy. You gasped at the feeling as he worked his finger, adding another and starting to scissor you open. You grabbed at his head and started to grind into him, your moans growing louder as he began to finger you faster until you convulsed, your legs shaking as you came on his face.
You began to catch your breath and pulled Joel up from between your legs, pulling him into a feverish kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue as you kissed. He pulled back to breathe, finally looking into your eyes with a hungry lust. You gave him a reassuring nod as he got ready to insert himself.
He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down your clit, gathering some wetness. He spit into his hand to add lubricant as well, then guided his dick into you. The stretch burned at first, making you hiss and bite your lip, but as he continued, his dick felt like magic. He used his thumb to rub small circles on your clit. "It's okay, just get used to the feeling."
After a few moments, Joel started to move his dick in slow, deliberate movements. You gasped and moaned with every thrust. With his pace quickening, your moans became more common. "Shit..." he muttered under his breath as he held your legs up. You let out a sharp moan as he hit a spot that made you see stars. He deepened his strokes, hitting that sweet spot with every movement. You started to cry a little at the pleasure, tapping his hand that was holding your leg.
"More..." you gasped. "I'm gonna cum."
Joel quickened his strokes. "Say you’ll move in with me," Joel's question caught you off guard.
"Wh—" you tried to sit up, but he folded you in half, slowing his strokes. He pulled his dick almost completely out of you. "Say you’ll move in with me, and I’ll let you cum." His words sounded so imposing as he used his forearms to hold your legs flesh to your chest. "Say it and you can cum." He started to rub your clit with his thumb in slow, teasing circles. Your mouth opened in the shape of an O. You wanted—no, needed more.
"Say it," Joel almost removed his dick, but you stopped him, grabbing whatever skin you could.
"Yes, yes!" you sounded desperate, and Joel let out a deep chuckle at your words as he began to pound into you deeper than you’d ever felt. It didn’t take long for that welcomed feeling to wash over you. You clutched down on his dick and groaned as you came. Joel didn’t stop his movements; he slowed them and helped you ride down your orgasm as he started his. He pulled out and grabbed your hand after spreading open your legs. He used your juices remaining on his dick as lube, cupping your hand in his to rub him off until he came all over your stomach.
Joel leaned in, kissing you softly, his lips gentle and tender against yours. The intensity from moments before had given way to a softer intimacy, and you felt your heart race for an entirely different reason. "Go use the bathroom," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "I'll be right here."
You nodded, slipping out of bed and making your way to the bathroom. As you closed the door behind you, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. Leaning against the sink, you stared at your reflection in the mirror. The flush on your cheeks, the wildness in your eyes, it all told the story of the night’s passion. You splashed some cool water on your face, trying to clear your head.
As you washed up, you couldn't help but replay the events in your mind. The thrill, the unexpected intensity, the way Joel had taken control and yet had been so attentive to your needs. It was overwhelming, exhilarating, and a little terrifying. This was a new chapter, one you hadn't seen coming.
After a few moments, you wrapped yourself in a robe and stepped out of the bathroom. Joel was sitting on the bed, the TV now on, casting a soft glow around the room. He looked up as you entered, his eyes warm and inviting.
"Feel better?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"Yeah," you replied, sitting down beside him. The comfort of the robe and his presence was grounding.
"Good," he said, leaning back against the headboard. "Do you want to order room service? We could use some food after all that."
You chuckled softly, the normalcy of his question a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions you had just experienced. "Yeah, that sounds nice."
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Roller coaster to heaven
Chapter 2: Only you and i. 1575 Words
Do not read if you're a minor!!!
This story will contain: male x female, smuth, could contain any practice, NSFW
and the passengers began gathering their things, Yunho immediately stood up from his Seat. He was normally a very patient man but not right now. He and Hyunah walked through the plane, to the Exit. But even as they stood, as they moved the connection between them felt unbreakable. Every time their bodies brushed, every accidental touch was deliberate now, a promise of what was to come.
Yunho followed her through the jet bridge, his pulse still racing, his mind spinning from the tension that hadn't dissipated. She glanced back at him as they moved into the airport terminal, her eyes dark and filled with the same unspoken desire he felt in every inch of his body. The moment they stepped off that plane, the air between them seemed to crackle, like a live wire had been set off.
They walked side by side through the bustling terminal, a sea of people around them, but it felt like they were in their own world. She moved with purpose, her pace quick, but there was an energy between them now, a silent communication that neither of them needed to put into words.
As they reached the baggage claim, she turned to face him, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile that made his heart race all over again. Her eyes locked on his, and for a brief moment, everything around them disappeared, the noise, the people, the bright airport lights. There was only her.
Without breaking eye contact, she stepped closer, her voice low and intimate as she spoke.
"I'm staying at the hotel just outside the airport," she said softly, her words barely audible over the hum of the terminal. "I don't think this should end here."
Yunho's breath caught in his throat. Her invitation hung in the air between them, heavy with the promise of what they both knew was inevitable. His heart hammered in his chest, and for a split second, he hesitated, the weight of the decision pressing down on him.
But then he looked into her eyes, saw the same fire burning there that he felt inside, and the hesitation melted away. He nodded, his voice low and steady, despite the heat coursing through him.
"I don't think it should either."
Her smile widened, and she turned, leading the way toward the exit. The walk through the airport was a blur, the anticipation building with every step. When they finally stepped outside into the cool night air, the reality of what was happening hit him all at once. The hotel was just across the street, its lights glowing softly in the distance, and Yunho could feel his pulse quicken as they approached. There was no turning back now, not that he wanted to.
They crossed the street in silence. They finally reached the entrance of the hotel and Hyunah went to the reception, getting the keycard.
The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. The doors closed behind them, they It was quiet, their breathing was the only sound. Seconds later the elevator chimed, signaling their arrival at her floor. She stepped out first, her eyes glancing back at him, a silent invitation that needed no further explanation.
He followed her down the hallway till she stopped in front of a door, her hand reaching into her bag for the key card. Her fingers trembled slightly as she slid the card into the slot, and the lock clicked open with a soft beep. The door swung open, revealing the lightly lit room beyond. She stepped inside, and Yunho followed, the door clicking shut behind them with a soft finality.
The space seemed to shrink around them, the tension that had been building between them reaching its breaking point. She turned to face him, her eyes blazing with the same desire that had been simmering all night. Without a word, she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to brush against his arm, the touch sending a shiver down his spine.
Yunho didn't wait this time. He closed the distance between them in an instant, his hands sliding up her arms as he pulled her close, capturing her lips in a kiss that was anything but restrained. This kiss wasn't soft, wasn't rushed, it was full of the fire and hunger they had both been holding back for far too long.
Hyunah responded immediately, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back with the same urgency. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them burning hotter with every second. Yunho's hands slid down her back, pulling her against him as the kiss deepened, their lips moving together in a desperate, heated rhythm.
There was no more hesitation, no more restraint. The kiss turned into something wild and uncontrolled, their hands roaming each other's bodies, exploring the places they had only imagined on the plane. Every touch, every movement, sent another surge of heat through Yunho, making it impossible to think about anything other than the woman in his arms and the fire burning between them.
They stumbled toward the bed, lips never parting, their movements quick and full of urgency. When they finally reached the edge of the bed, she broke the kiss, breathless and flushed, her eyes dark with need as she looked up at him. Yunho stared down at her, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. There was no turning back now.
Yunho stood in front of her, his gaze gentle but intense. He lifted his hands slowly, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. Her eyes met his, her breath catching slightly. Hyunah felt that it wasn't just desire, it was more. Deeper.
His hands trailed down her neck, memorizing the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. She closed her eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch, her body responding to the care in his movements.
His fingers found the edge of her sweater, and he paused, looking at her, asking quietly for permission. She opened her eyes and nodded, a soft smile appeared on her lips. He lifted gently the fabric, his fingers brushing against her skin as he pulled it over her head and set it aside. Yunho's eyes softened as he took her in. She was beautiful.
He leaned in , his lips brushing her shoulder, a featherlight kiss that sent a shiver down her spine. His hands moved to her waist, his touch steady and patient as they sat slowly down together on the bed. Yunho's hands moved with gentle purpose, slowly unbuttoning her jeans. His eyes never left hers. She helped him, lifting her hips as he slid the pants down her legs, leaving her in just her underwear.
He took his time, his hands exploring the curve of her hips, the softness of her skin, as if he was mapping out every detail. She reached up, her hand resting on the side of his face, her thumb caressing his cheek.
Yunho leaned forwards, pressing his forehead against hers. Hyunah's hands finding the hem of his shirt and slowly she lifted it over his head. He let her undress him and soon both had no clothes left. As the last the barrier of clothing disappeared between them, they paused for a moment, taking in every detail of each others.
Yunho pinned her down and whispered in her ears: "Do you really wanna do this? Cause i really don't think i could stop now."
"Then just love me Yunho. Now."
After hearing those words leaving her lips, he wasted no time and started exploring her body with his mouth and hands. His tongue traced along the graceful column of her neck as his lips send feather light kisses across her heated skin, worshipping every inch of her with devotion.
Yunho poured his passion into each caress, mapping the curves of her figure until he had her trembling with need. Slowly, giving her every chance to pull away, he pushed her thighs further apart with his knee and settled himself between them.
Tenderly he kissed his way lower, trailing his lips down her chest, over her shivering belly. he moved lower until he was snuggled in the warm sanctuary of her labia, his nose brushing against her clit.
He took his time exploring her intimately, inhaling her intoxicating scent as he licked a broad stripe up her slit. His agile long fingers stroked and teased as he pleasured her with lips and tongue, determined to unravel her completely.
Gradually he slide one finger inside her and as a respond her muscles clenched around his finger. Another followed, then a third, pumping steadily as he worked her closer to climax with scissoring motions and expert flicks against that secret bundle of nerves.
Hyunah started shivering and couldn't stop moaning his name. The knowledge that he had brought her to such heights sent a thrill through him and he doubled his efforts, suckling harder at her swollen pearl as he crooked his fingers to rub insistently against it.
Finally she came undone on his fingers , drenching his face with the evidence of her pleasure as ecstasy crashed over her. Yunho gentled his touch, easing her through the aftershocks with soft caresses and gentle kisses until she started breathing at a normal pace.
"Are you feeling alright Hyunah?"
"Yes, i feel... loved and now let me give sou some love back. We are not done yet!"
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Authors note:
Wha... omg i hope you will love this..
and yes, there's another part. Soon. i promise.
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