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PROLOGUE:

You were an international translator, flying from Seoul to London. You got a little drunk on the plane and engaged a long conversation with a masked man that turned out to be Jongdae. Coming back from the toilet, you fell on his lap and he fingered you until you reached cloud nine. The next day you didn’t know if it was a dream or your wishful thinking. Turns out it was very much real. He had kidnapped your iPod and left you his phone number, so you two could meet in London.
You met again by chance. It turns out you’d be translating for EXO. After that job you had the weekend off. Technically he was free this couple of days, but wandering from the group wasn’t allowed. He was very professional and all, but he said you were driving him crazy. After all, things heated up between you two pretty fast, after the first awkward moments and the long talk.
Friday, when you two left discretely the hotel after the interview, he sent a text to Minseok explaining the situation. But he didn’t know if it was sent because his battery died right after. He had a bad memory, so he didn’t know anyone’s number by heart.

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The sound of his hips clashing on your ass were loud and filled the air in your London apartment. His precise and fast thrusts from behind you allowed his dick to go all the way inside your walls. The filling sensation sent shivers to your whole body. Jongdae reached for you, pulling you closer to him by your elbows. Your back was against his defined chest now. The sounds your bodies made were almost muffled by your loud moans. The day before yesterday, Friday, you got afraid the neighbors would hear you. It wasn’t the case anymore.
In this position, you were remembered of the first time you two met. Exactly two days ago. Having your bias fingering you on the plane, on his lap, hours after you’ve met was like a bad written fan fiction coming to life. After that you two couldn’t get your hands (and other body parts) away from each other.
Without stopping his thrusts, his right hand traveled to the front of your neck, holding you firmly. His left hand squeezed your peaked breast a little and then proceeded to your sensitive bundle. His fingers felt harsh on your skin, because his motions met the quick precision and rhythm of his jabs behind you. You bounced together as he speeded up. Your nails were digging into the flesh of his thighs.
You didn’t mind leaving marks; he had painted your inner thighs with different shades of green and purple after his hickeys. He liked to mark you wherever only you two could see. Possessive, but low profile. His lips were close to your ear, and by now he knew you were a big fan of dirty talk.
“You like that, don’t you? When I fuck you raw from behind and choke you like this?” he said, and tighten the grip on your neck. Your answer was a muffled sound that resembled something like “yeah”, in English. Your eyes were closed as the sensation of being overpowered by him opened the door to your climax.
His speed grew even faster. You were already sore from the past two days. You two had barely set foot out of your apartment since the interview. From the start everything was very much intense. It was a perfect fit, your sexual energies mingled together in sweet harmony. So, being a little sore was a small fee to pay for the amazing orgasms.
Kim Jongdae fooled the whole world with his playful, bashful, polite and tidy personality. But you knew the truth: he was a dominant and bossy force of nature in bed. He could make your body shiver like you had been electrocuted. Someone had unintentionally given him the correct superpower: lightening.
“Come for me, baby girl.” He ordered in your ear, like a whisper thrown in the middle of the tempest made by your bodies. He was lightening, sending tingling sensations through your body. You did what you were told and felt yourself being pushed over the edge. You were thunder; your growls roaring out of you, as your body twitched in a pleasure spiral. Every inch of it was focused on the bliss that took over you, from head to toe.
The first time he made you climax, you had passed out. You thought it was because of the alcohol and sleepiness, but after having sex with him countless times for the past 48 hours… You knew it was him that did this to you. He drained your body in such way that it was impossible for you not to come. Over and over again.
Tears started falling in your face. You couldn’t get out of your high. He kept cramming inside you and the over stimulation and previous sores hurt. “Jong… Jongdae… Please…” you begged as your nails clawed him instinctively. He was the one growling now, as his elation approached.
You couldn’t even understand how fast he was going. Tears kept streaming down your face as you inevitably ran towards another release. He grabbed your waist and made you bounce on his dick as he came inside you. He slowed down as his hot liquid drenched your insides, the sensation being enough to make you come again. His name was like a prayer you kept repeating as rapture took over you yet again.
He pulled out of you, still holding you tight and you both fell on the mattress. Heavy breathing substituted the loud moans from moments ago. He hugged you from behind, and you two started a good spooning session. He kissed your neck, and shoulders and his hands caressed your skin. A smile plastered your face.
It didn’t last long. His phone started ringing and wouldn’t stop. Almost two days ago Jongdae’s mobile ran out of batteries. It was a different brand from yours, so you couldn’t lend him a charger. But he didn’t want to get out of the house, he was occupied sightseeing and exploring every inch of you. A few hours ago you got to borrow a charger with your friend that lived the building next to yours. You had left it charging, despite his protests, as you two engaged in the amazing sex session from minutes ago.
He sighed deeply. “That’s why I didn’t want to get a charger… They’ll just nag me to come back.” He said, getting up and picking up the phone. Someone very angry shouted on the other side of the line. He promised he would come back by tonight and hanged. He turned off his phone.
When he came back to you, and the Jongdae the world knew was back. It was like this the whole weekend. You’ve spent it having long talks about every subject, laughing like crazy with his silly jokes and eating delivery food. But, out of the blue, he would change. His eyes would become dark and he would send shivers through your body just by staring at you. Like a storm that came without warning.
He teased you, poking you a bit and joking around. But you were still de-energized, so he decided to watch a movie on Netflix and stay in bed. Like you two have not being there the whole weekend. You fell asleep with his defined arms around you, lured by his warmness and the rhythm of his breathing chest.
You woke up with him kissing your forehead. Nighttime was approaching and you two had a lot of things to discuss, he said. After you woke up and washed, you both went to the kitchen. You cooked and chatted. You were chopping some carrots as he was watching when he asked you: “So… how are we going to make this work?”
You were so taken aback you almost chopped your finger. You had decided, after you’ve met him, that you’d do something by impulse for the first time in your life. That’s why you left a complete, yet super-hot, stranger finger you on the plane. That’s why you left yourself indulge on this sex-filled weekend in doors.
In your mind that would be it. Not because you didn’t want for this to be something else. But because you thought it would end after he walked out of that door. You didn’t know many Korean celebrities that dated seriously or married foreigners.
You blinked at him. His smile faded a little. “You don’t… want to see me after today?” he asked, concerned. “No! I mean, yes! No, I mean…” you stuttered and the kitchen knife slipped from your grip, falling flat on the counter. He almost ran towards you, asking if you were okay, and checking your hands for any cuts.
You looked straight at him as he carefully examined your hands. “Do you… want to keep seeing me?” you asked. He raised his eyes to you, and gave you a warm smile. “Why wouldn’t I? Just because you’re a grumpy cat when you’re hungry, because you almost gave me a concussion the first minutes we’ve met or maybe because you never iron your clothes?” he answered, laughing at you.
You gave him a not amused look and he hugged you, still laughing. You hugged him back, joining him and laughing as well. His hand caressed your back lightly. “But I’m serious, though. I want to give us a try.” He said, his lips brushing your hair. The electric shocks on your body began. “Me too” was your answer. He squeezed you a little harder and pulled you for a kiss. His mouth had the softest touch you’ve ever felt. He was tender, but he was also a tease. The right amount of lips, tongue and teeth.

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EPILOGUE:

Fast-forward almost two months in the future. Your high heels clanked on Incheon’s International Airport floor. For almost all this time you were working in France. Only now your work allowed you to take your first vacation in almost three years. Five days wasn’t very much, but it was enough. After that you’d fly straight to Brazil, for yet another job that would last until the end of August, for the Olympics.
You flipped through your phone and saw a message from your boyfriend. It was a picture of your iPod. A second message followed and you could read: “Don’t worry, it’s almost time for you to see me again.” That prankster. He snatched it while you weren’t seeing before he left your apartment that Sunday night. You only realized it was gone when he texted you.
For the past two months you had been exchanging messages nonstop. Surprisingly, he was a good kidnapper and often took pictures of your iPod “having fun”. Playing music on practice. “I’m having a blast” it was the message he sent. Next to something yummy he was about to “eat”. “Have you eaten yet? Don’t be a grumpy cat and have lunch!” followed the picture. And even one time, your iPod was “snuggling up” to Baekhyun’s game laptop. “I think I love this laptop as much as Kim Jongdae loves you”.
Of course, not everything was innocent pranks, loving messages and photos of your day. You two have been frantically sexting as well. And after seeing the videos and photos of the new tour, especially the “Artificial Love” cane dance, you were almost climbing up the walls.
Your phone ringed again. It read: “Bring that pretty ass up here and a thousand kisses if you want to see your precious iPod again. On the black van by the car entrance.” Followed by a license plate.
You stepped out and immediately you spotted it. You ran towards it and a member of staff greeted you and got your bags. The van’s door opened quickly. A pair of strong hands pulled you in, making you land directly on a black masked man’s lap. Someone carefully closed the door from outside and you heard the sounds of the staff rearranging the bags on the trunk. The masked subject made you change your position, motioning you to straddle him and you obeyed. You removed his cap and his mask.
He immediately kissed you, longing and passion clear as his mouth got lost in yours. After a while, you two heard the engine of the van start. He interrupted the kiss and he touched your face with his, a bright smile formed on his lips. Lightning stroke your body as your boyfriend touched you. His kisses made you feel like flying, higher than the plane you just had been inside. “Baby girl,” he said, “I’m so glad you’re here. I was sick of practicing with a cane” and he rolled his hips, making you hiss and sending electric shocks at your core. It was going to be a long car ride.

Notes

This is a fictional story. Any similarities to real people are unintentional.
This story contains mature themes. All the stories of this author are from the genre SMUT, but it may contain others.
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