Love Me  by Yvonne Elliman

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Namsoon's POV

***WARNING!!! SMUT! SMUT!! SMUT!!! AHEAD***

The time in the tub was very soothing. HeungSoo had me drink more water and eat some jelly-filled chocolates. Fifteen minutes later, he gets out and rinses off in the shower; I follow and do the same. I pull him close and we kiss, water cascading over us and our senses heat up again. Will I ever get enough of this man?

He pulls away reluctantly. "Your ass needs a break, but there are other things we can do," he winks.

He kneels and wraps his hand around my dick. His touch electrifies my body and I fall back on the bathroom wall. He slowly pumps my cock, rubbing his thumb over my cock slit with each upward motion.

"Oh God yes," my hand joins him, to help him jerk me off.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, no touching Go Namsoon. This is all me," he whispers. His other hand moves to cradle my balls and gently massages them. Just when I thought I would go out of my mind; he licks my cockhead.

"Shit," I jump back in shock.

He licks all around my cockhead while pumping on my cock. He licks up and down my cock, his mouth warm and needy. Now that it's just my cock being sucked to oblivion, HeungSoo is not letting up. His head bobbles up and down furiously on my cock, and my hands guide his wet head on my cock. The shower falls on him alone as his mouth pushes me hard against the wall. On one decent, he swallows me whole from top to bottom, my cock hitting the back of his throat.

"Damn, HeungSoo, too much, oh God, too much." His hands grab each globe of my ass, pushing it back and forth, working my cock in and out of his mouth.

"Suck me. That feels so good," I moan.

His mouth releases my cock, and I groan, exhausted. He nuzzles my dick and licks his way to my balls. He raises my legs and swings them on his shoulders. Damn, he's fit. He has my balls in his purview, and his mouth swallows my balls whole. His mouth gently rolls them in heat and I come like a river. He kisses his way back up to my soft dick and gently releases my legs. I buckle and he catches me. He turns the shower head on us and rinses us off.

I hold on to him for support while he turns off the water. He grabs the towel and dries us off. I am too drained to do anything. HeungSoo does it all.

We make it to bed and fall asleep in each other arms.

                                        ― ☾ ―

I open my eyes to the sun dimly shining through the curtains. HeungSoo is snoring quietly behind me. He's wedged to my back, arm around my waist. I love the warmth of his chest on my back. I push back on him, my sore ass rubbing on his soft dick, sending pleasurable tings up my butt.

"If you keep doing that, we may go another round against my better judgment," he whispers and hugs me close.

I turn and face him. Something weighs on my mind.

"What is it?"

"Do you think I'm less of a man for, you know," I ask?

"You're the toughest person I know. And the kindest which, is a conundrum. You can take and deliver a beating like no one I know and empathize with others. So no, you're not less of a man than I am. Let me ask you a question. Will you think I'm less of a man when you fuck my ass," he tilts his head at me the way only HeungSoo can.

"No!" I reply emphatically. HeungSoo is a tough son of a bitch, and I won't think he isn't when I make love to...oh! And it clicks.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think he's got it," HeungSoo laughs." How about we spend the day in bed?"

"I like that. How did you know what to do anyway," I ask? I pull up in bed, rest my back on the headboard.

"I paid a visit to Kim Min-Ki," he whispers, looking straight at the ceiling, away from me, cheeks redden.

I burst out laughing. Oh my God, the irony of the whole thing cracks me up. I laugh so hard; tears roll down my face. I roll side to side on the bed, laughing my ass off. HeungSoo has his angry face on. I point at his face and burst out laughing again.

"I don't think it's funny, Namsoon. I went to one person I can trust to tell me, no, teach me what to do. And your moans tell me I am an excellent student," he brags.

"I'm laughing at the irony of where you sought help. I also met with Han Young-Woo to get some pointers," I tell him, wiping my tears.

"I guess great minds think alike. Wait, I have something to show you." He runs to his closet and brings two familiar-looking bags.

"Sex toys?" I ask him.

"How did you know?"

"Han Young-Woo took me to the store they frequent. I have a bag in my loft full of toys, too. Let's see what you've got," I coax him.

He dumps the items on his bed. Some are familiar, some are not.

We spend the day figuring out how to use some, what on earth some do, and when we'll try the ones we like. A very entertaining sex toy information filled day.

If only he had remembered to buy batteries, too.

                                         ― ☾ ―

Monday is here and HeungSoo leaves early to pick the new President and her husband at the airport. Fumiko Hamasaki is the niece of Chairman Takahiro. HeungSoo spent a few hours on Sunday on a three-way call with the chairman and his niece. HeungSoo found out she'll be here temporarily until she can hire and train her successor. I'm glad this is it for him. As much as he has done for Misul, I know he wants to go back to Gidae and continue his projects at that company.

Meanwhile, I finish my review of Sun Dae-Hyun's plan to launch my manga and it's disappointing. His ideas are outdated and awful. He makes no use of social media, and his ideas are old and redundant. I told HeungSoo the same. He was glad to hear that because that was his impression when he read it, too. We talked, and we decided I'll launch with their second-leading manga writer and work with a new editor. Now I can launch my baby.

"I can't believe you held out for two days before calling me. I'm impressed with your patience," I tell KangJoo as soon as I pick up her call.

"I figure HeungSoo will be at Misul so you're free to sing like a bird," she giggles. "Soooo? How was it?"

"Lee KangJoo, I will not tell you about my sex life-"

"-why not? I tell you mine," she whines.

"Fine. It was hmm, great. There seems to be completeness in our lovemaking. I don't know if I'm making sense, but HeungSoo fills every emptiness in me to overflow-"

"-hanging with Han Young-Woo has turned you into a poet?" She laughs.

"Funny. We're in a good place, I like it. What time do you guys get in tomorrow? I'm still picking you up, right?"

"Tomorrow afternoon. I'll send you our itinerary. We'll spend some time with you guys and then go home to mother," she sighs.

"Come on, underneath it all, I'm sure you love all her attention."

"Hmm, true."

"How about we stop by Misul before we come home? I want to show you where I work and meet the new president."

"I forgot to mention the new President Fumiko Hamasaki-"

"- Yes?"

"I work with her husband, Akira Hamasaki. See you tomorrow and don't be late."

"KangJoo! Lee KangJoo!"

She hung up.

                                          ― ☾ ―

"Are you sure you're pregnant?" I hug KangJoo to me as we walk out of the airport. Misaki on her other side is grinning like a proud mother to be that she is. Two men follow us with their luggage.

"She looks great, doesn't she?" Misaki brags.

"Please, people. Look at my bulge," she makes to raise her blouse and I pull her hands back down.

"Don't. We're in public. We still arrest folks for indecent exposure here in Korea."

"Fine. Give me your hand," she commands. She places my hand on her stomach. I feel a little budge and my face lights up.

"Feel the pouch," she asks.

"Yes. KangJoo you're pregnant," I exclaim and hug her.

"Okay now. People are starring at you two," Misaki tells us.

"Come on. My car's over there. Let's go. KangJoo, now tell me how you know the new President."

KangJoo tells me she works in the same company as the husband. They got to know each other when her company was commissioned to build the manga university, and her plans won the bid. That's how she got to meet a lot of famous manga writers and anime producers. And because Misaki's parents run in the same crowd as the chairman, they've run into them in a few parties. Small world.

We arrive at Misul Publishing and I take them on a tour of the editing department where I usually hang out. We then make our way up to the President's office. There's a young lady now at the secretary's desk. She walks us to the conference room and tells us that the two Presidents will join us soon. There I meet Akira Hamasaki, who's on his laptop. He greets KangJoo and Misaki warmly. I introduce myself and he tells me he likes my work. Another manga aficionado. We chat and time flies by.

HeungSoo enters the room with a slim, five feet four inches, black-haired woman. She's dressed in a green and white striped dress. She has minimal makeup and her skin is smooth and flawless. KangJoo and Misaki greet and hug her. KangJoo then introduces me to her.

"Kamsahamnida," she bows to me. I accept her bow, wondering why she's thanking me. "If you hadn't spoken up, the culture of abuse and entitlement would've continued in this organization until it destroys it. And Takahashi Group Holdings by association. Thank you."

"You're welcome," I reply, embarrassed.

"I hope to see you all again but now we need to check into our hotel. Thank you again, Park HeungSoo. I appreciate all you've done, and I'll keep your advice in mind." She and her husband leave.

"Hi, KangJoo. Misaki. Good to see you guys," HeungSoo says.

"HeungSoo, you look different," KangJoo jibes.

"You don't," HeungSoo returns.

"I'm pregnant, see my bulge," she repeats. The girl is not letting go.

"I don't see anything at all. You're still flat there, there, and there," and he points to her breast, stomach, and ass. "I'll see you all at home. I have a stop to make," he winks at KangJoo.

"Park HeungSoo, for that, I'll eat all your ramen before you get home," she threatens.

He leaves, laughing.

"Come on, guys, let's go before they evict us because of KangJoo's antics." I rush us out of Misul.

                                             ― ☾ ―

"So good to be back in Korea," KangJoo says.

She's laying on the three-person sofa. Her feet on Misaki's lap. I'm sitting on the floor, with my head back on the same sofa. We're facing the fireplace in HeungSoo's house. He says he's running late, so we had dinner without him.

"I miss you so much. And when you have my godchild, I'll miss you more," I tip my head back and glance at her.

"Japan is not the end of the world, you know," she replies.

"Stop teasing him and tell him what we decided," Misaki chides her, rubbing her feet.

"What?" I ask, looking back and forth at both of them.

"We've decided to split our time between Korea and Japan," she tells me.

I scream, jump up and hug KangJoo.

"There are wonderful family homes in this area. I'm sure HeungSoo knows who will help you find an excellent house around here," I rush on.

"We'll see. Unlike some people, I don't make as much as you do as Soo Min," she smirks." When are you going to tell HeungSoo you're a phone sex operator and you have just one special caller? Hmm?"

"Tonight. I'm telling him the entire truth, and nothing but the truth."

"Honestly Namsoon, your customers really think you're a girl, a college student?" Misaki asks.

"Show her Namsoon. She doesn't believe me, go on. Show her."

I write my service number down and hand it to Misaki. "Call this number," I tell her.

My phone rings, I cough a few times and pick up. I answer as Soo Min, going into the 'reel in the fresh fish' training we all have. A few minutes later she hangs up, mouth open, staring at me in wonder.

"You sound just like a young lady. If I wasn't watching you, I would not have believed it," she gasps.

We hear something drop and glance at the sound. It's HeungSoo. Shit! How much did he hear? What do I say? He looks angry. How do I explain my job?

"Park HeungSoo," I whisper.

I jump to my feet and walk towards him. He sidesteps me and goes to stand by the window. Then he pins me with a look I have never seen on his face before, disappointment?

"KangJoo, Misaki, I need to be alone with Namsoon," he says. His eyes holding mine.

"I'm not leaving you alone with Namsoon, I don't know what you'll do," KangJoo says.

"Misaki, you need to take your wife and leave now. My car keys are on the table by the door."

"It's okay, KangJoo," I reassure her, "HeungSoo and I need to talk."

"Are you sure?" She asks.

"Misaki take your wife and leave before I throw her scrawny butt out of here," HeungSoo growls.

"Come on KangJoo, let's go," Misaki pulls her towards the door.

"He'll hurt Namsoon," she cries.

"He won't trust me. Remember, a similar night when we came back from my parents and what we did? He won't hurt him, and they need to talk." She walks KangJoo past me, who whispers, "Call me," and they leave.

We continue to stare at each other. I'm silent because I don't know where to start.

"You are a phone sex operator?"

"Yes."

"Your name is Soo Min, a college student?"

"Yes." Why did my answer hurt him more? As if I'm pouring gas on a fire.

He pulls out his phone and dials a number. My phone rings and I look at the number, it's Joong Ki's. I can't talk to him now. I'm fighting for my life, my love. I ignore it.

"Pick it up," HeungSoo commands.

"It's okay, I'll talk to him later."

"PICK IT UP!" He yells.

I pick up the phone and I watch his mouth utter the following, "Soo Min, this is Joong Ki. It seems we have a problem." And my mind went blank.

I'm still holding onto the phone when HeungSoo walks past me and out of his house. I fall to my knees, shaking.