Sunhee's Point Of View

The room was humid, even when the AC was blasting. The air was filled with our panting, my chest heaved as I took deep breaths while watching the ceiling. A cock drunk smile splayed on my face, and my heart and mind were contented— doesn't matter if the cost was my poor pussy.

Sometimes, you gotta sacrifice something in order to achieve great things.
— Master Sam Sunhee.

Orgasms and a big cock happened to be one of them.

"Why are you smiling?" His voice came from beside me, just like me he was taking deep breaths, and smiling so beautifully at me as if he didn't just rearranged my guts.

"I could ask the same question." I smiled wider, wrapping my arms around his naked torso and pulling myself closer to him, feeling his warm body. It came to my attention that I've been extra clingy on Seokjin, perhaps it was the amazing post nut bliss I was experiencing or the fact that he was now my boyfriend and I could kiss him anytime I want— wait—

Oh my god! He's my boyfriend!

Even thinking about this felt so surreal, as if at any moment I'll wake and it will be one of my dreams. Guess Kim Seokjin tormented me a lot before finally giving me what I wanted so badly.

I looked at him, who had his eyes closed as if he was also content like me. He looked so relaxed, so calm. I still couldn't wrap my head around that he was finally my boyfriend. That, about an hour? ago I finally confessed back to him, and now I was his girlfriend.

Kim Seokjin's girlfriend.

My stomach convulsed, tickling me from inside and making me giggle. It sounded so good, but it sounded so unreal.

"I seriously wanna know what's so funny." I looked at him again, he was propped on his elbow. I took a few moments to let his beauty sink into my mind. I mentally pictured him, his swollen lips from kissing me until the air was knocked out from my lungs, disheveled hair from my fingers grazing his scalp when he made me scream his name, neck filled with hickies for all the time I tried to mark him as mine. "You know I'm all yours." His teasing tone brought me back.

My little daze was broken when he leaned in, and placed a soft kiss on my neck. I sighed softly when his plump lips met my bruised skin, I knew he purposely kissed me where he left the nastiest hickey. My hands instinctively became entangled in his hair as he left multiple soft kisses on my neck, to my jaw and at last he placed a quick peck on my lips.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered on my lips, making my cheeks red.

"Even if I look like someone who got fucked really hard?" I joked, earning a chuckle from him. His cheeks and ears hued red, made me wonder if he was the only one who was responsible for my state. He shook his head, and placed another soft kiss on my lips.

"Even better." He replied, lips ghosting on my skin, sending shivers down my skin. His hands were all over my skin, feeling me as if he didn't just feel every inch of my body.

I moaned as he nipped my skin, making me wince afterward. I looked at him, who held eye contact with me as he licked the spot he just bit. I bit my lips when I saw the emotion in his eyes, the hunger of a starved man. His hunger for me, no matter how many times he had me, never died down. "Seokjin." I whispered. "One more round and I think I might need a wheelchair for the rest of the day, or perhaps for a week."

He chuckled against my skin, finding my miseries funny. Though I wanted to smack his head, I smiled as I heard him laugh. Something was enchanting, something beautiful about his laugh. As I say, maybe because he rarely laughs, or he only laughs around me. Either way, what a bliss.

He backed away, and looked at me for a moment. A smirk formed on his plump lips, too proud of his creation. He softly leaned and placed a soft peck on my lips, a little too short for me as all I wanted to do was to kiss him, and keep kissing him. Until all I could think about was his lips on my lips, his tongue in my mouth, his hands all over my body and his fingers in my—

Woah Woah, easy there.

You just had mind-blowing sex with him? And you just told him no more action?

What is wrong with you pervert?

I gulped, and chose not to answer that question because I knew the answer and that was not good. Instead, my eyes followed Seokjin who lay beside me, his hands entangled with my hair and rubbed soothing patterns on my scalp making me sigh. I turned around, and rested my hand on his chest, enjoying the moment. Just like his fingers draw lazy patterns in my hair, my fingers moved on his torso, making mindless circles on his abs.

One goal accomplished, now I need to lick his abs.

"Seokjin," I called him out. A random thought came to my mind. Come to think, I actually know nothing about him. Perhaps I didn't get time because I was busy chatting about something else with him, or it never hit me to know this man deeply before I felt for who he was, rather than his background or his past or his preferences.

"Hmm." He hummed, that deep lazy voice made my toes curl. A small smile stretched on his lips as he turned towards me, crossing the distance between our lips. His hands cupped my face, thumb caressing my cheek making me gulp. "What Sun?" He asked.

What was I going to say?

Shit shit shit.

I got so lost in this man and his small actions with big impacts that I actually forgot what I was going to say.

Fuck Kim Seokjin.

Not only is he playing with my heart, but he's also playing with my head.

Very bad for my health.

"Yeah— so—" I trailed, my last brain cells trying to communicate with each other in order to remember what I was going to say to this man before he messed with my head. "Oh yeah—" Me and my brain cells did a victory dance when I finally remembered what I was going to say. "I want to know more about you."

"You wanna know more about me?" He repeated. "What do you want to know?"

"What's your favorite color?" Seokjin burst into chuckles as he heard the question.

"Seriously?" He shook his head. "You're asking me this? It's such a basic question." I glared at him.

"Oh yeah? What's the full form of DNA then?" His smile flattered.

"It's deoxyribonucleic acid, come on, you think I'm that dumb?" He laughed.

"Ugh, why are you so coc—" I stopped that question midway. "Can you just reply to my questions, I want to know what you like, what is your favorite— I want to know everything." Irritation was evident in my face, maybe because I was sounding a little too clingy and annoying, even to myself.

I shouldn't have asked him that silly question, what was I even thinking?

"Awe," He cooed, making me more irritated. "You look so cute when you're mad." He leaned in and kissed my lips which were in a slight pout.

"That's why you piss me off frequently?" I asked, making him laugh.

What a fucking tease.

I glared at him and sat up, planning to leave him in the bed. But before I could climb off the bed he grabbed my hand and pulled me back on the bed again. I looked at him, about to say something when he spoke.

"My favorite color is blue." He wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me closer to him. "What about you?" He asked while tucking a wild strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Well, it's dark red." I replied. "I like pink too, so some days it's pink and some days it's dark red." I replied, feeling my anger vanish as once again his hand drew a lazy pattern on my bare back. He hummed in acknowledgment, making me confident to ask another question.

"Your favorite food?"

"Hmm, I can't pinpoint. I like everything food." I smiled as he looked up to think. "I think I would say Fettuccine Alfredo."

"So basically butter noodles?" I joked.

"Hey, they are not butter noodles. That's offensive." He scowled playfully.

"Nope, you can't change my mind."

"Oh, I will. I'll take you to Italy. There's this amazing place called Alfredo Alla Scrofa, which serves the best Fettuccine Alfredo. You'll change your mind then." He looked at me with a challenging grin, not paying much attention to his words, but I did. My heart hammered in my chest at the thought of going to Italy— or anywhere with Seokjin. Because it sounded so domestic.

As if we aren't in Paris.

Why I'm thinking so clingy and petty, normally I'm not like this. What the fuck.

"My favorite food is spicy udon, doesn't matter as long as it is spicy. I like tteokbokki, and I like loaded fries too."

"I'll remember that." My heart thumped as he replied that. Even the smallest actions of Seokjin were having a huge effect on me.

"Next question." I ignored my silly little heart and moved on, "Uh, tell me something about you that I don't know, I'm out of good questions."

"Good questions?" He raised his eyes making me glare at him. "Okay okay so… I'm actually allergic to potato and garlic."

My eyes widened. "What!? No way."

"Yeah, thankfully I'm less allergic to garlic otherwise that would have been a serious problem since it is used a lot in Korean cuisine."

"Dude you're allergic to potatoes I can't believe, you can't eat chips, french fries— like you can't eat half of the food in the world." He nodded and shrugged his shoulders. Now I felt bad for him, imagine you can't eat fries. FRIES!

"And because of this allergy, I had to give up my hobby of cooking." He continued, making me sad.

"Your life can't be sadder." I shook my head.

"Wait till you actually get to know me."

"What?" I looked at him in surprise.

"Tell me something about you. Allergies? Hobbies?"

"Hmm, so far I don't have any known allergies, however—" I looked at Seokjin. "When I was in 9th grade I smoked my best friend's e-cigarette at that time, nowadays these youngsters call it vape, and that led me to have hives all over my arms and legs. Thankfully all it took 9 hours for the hives to disappear and never appear again." His eyes widened as my little story progressed.

"You smoked at the age of fifteen!?" His eyes widened in surprise.

"No, I started smoking at the age of thirteen." I corrected him, laughing as his expression went from surprise to horror. "I still don't know why I had an allergic reaction to it, it wasn't my first time."

"It's possible, you can develop allergic reactions to things." He grumbled. "I need to stop smoking, you're allergic to cigarettes, or possibly nicotine." He cupped my face and looked at me with worried eyes.

There goes my silly little heart, dancing and twerking in my ribcage as Seokjin peered at me with so much worry.

"No, I'm not allergic to cigarettes or nicotine."

"How would you know that?" He asked.

"Well…" I nervously chuckled.

"Let me guess, you still smoke your friend's e-cigarette after you get hives?" He asked, looking at me with his piercing eyes which made me nervous.

"Correct." I laughed, narrowing my eyes.

"Oh god, you still smoke?" He asked, shaking his head.

"Sometimes." I looked away. "And don't look at me with those eyes when you smoke too."

"Sporadically."

"That's another word for sometimes."

"It's actually—"

"Okay okay, let's talk about something else. My hobbies, right? Well, I like reading books, and comics and I like dancing. I went to dance school for like ten years." I spoke hastily, trying to avoid prior conversation.

"You went to dance classes for 10 years? Damn." Seokjin looked at me in admiration. "I can't dance for shit." His words made me laugh.

"I can, I know how freestyle, and hip hop, I also did some ballet when I was younger, then I know belly dancing. I learned it to impress my at that time crush. Oh and—" I leaned in, whispering in his ears. "I know how to do pole dance and lap dance." I grinned when Seokjin's body stiffened, and I knew what kind of images were going inside his head.

"You're full of surprises." He breathed, his chest heaving up and down.

"Am I?" I asked in a sultry voice. "Wait till you actually know me." He grinned when I used his words.

"God, I can't get enough of you." He whispered and leaned in, kissing my lips once again. I sighed in the kiss and moved my lips against his, feeling the soft love he poured into the kiss.

"Me neither." My lips ghosted on his lips.

"I'm so lucky to be your boyfriend." My lips stretched in a wide grin, and I swear my face glowed.

"No, I'm lucky to be your girlfriend. I mean, you're the Kim Seokjin." I don't find any shame in telling myself how special he is, and how obsessed I'm with him.

Seokjin mirrored my smile. "I think I'm more lucky to be your boyfriend. Because not only you're the Sam Sunhee, but also because you're my goddess."

"Stop." I blushed furiously, hiding my face in his crook. "Where did you learn to rizz?" I asked.

"Rizz what?" I forgot my boyfriend is an old man, who does not know slangs.

"It's a slang." I kept it shory rather than explaining to him. And to keep him asking for more, I kissed him again. And as expected, Seokjin didn't mind and kissed me back.

"It feels so good—" I mumbled in between the kiss. "To finally kiss you."

"Believe me, you have no idea." Seokjin mumbled back. "There were times I wanted to do nothing but grab your face and kiss you." I moaned against his lips as his words made my stomach convulse.

"Oh Seokjin." I whispered. Once a soft innocent kiss turned into messy, neither of us wanted to part away. I moaned into the kiss again and wrapped my hands around his broad shoulders.

The room filled with our soft sighs and moans, along with squelching sounds as we were feeling each other's lips without having any worry about the outside world, a ringing sound filled the room. Seokjin softly pulled away, leaving a few strings of saliva attached to his plump lips. I groaned at the sudden feeling of loss, loss of his lips, and watched him grab his mobile.

"That was my alarm." He sighed. "I need to start getting ready, I've a meeting at two, it's already one."

"But—" I was about to whine and ask him to stay in bed but couldn't, as I realized it must be very important. Of course, if Kim Seokjin is attending the meeting it is supposed to be important. "Okay." I sat up, and watched him get out of the bed.

"Don't be disappointed Sun." He smiled and leaned down to place a soft peck on my lips.

"Not enough." I pouted.

"Fine." He grabbed my nape and kissed me hard, making my eyes widen. A soft moan left my lips as I kissed him back passionately, until he pulled away. "How about we have a little date down the restaurant when I'll come back?" Seokjin asked, making me grin like a child whose mother just promised them to buy their favorite toy. I hastily nodded, but stopped.

"And when will you be back?"

"Evening. I'll try my best to be early, just for you." He leaned again and gave me a quick kiss.

He really needs to chill for my poor heart.

"Okay." I smiled. "See you in the evening."

"Yeah, how about you take a nice rest until I return?" He asked. "I'll run a warm bath in the bathtub before I leave, you take a nice relaxing soak. I'll also order some brunch for you before I go, eat up well. And feel free to explore more, go out somewhere if you like. A bodyguard and translator is just one call away from you. Just message or call Heesu and they'll be at your service." Ignoring how my heart was twerking, I nodded.

"I will."

"Good girl." He smiled, and walked to the bathroom leaving me all smiling and gushing.

I grinned like a fucking idiot high on love and other rainbowy things as I remember the things which happened a few moments ago.

The way he kisses me, the way he cares about me, the way he fucks me, the way he laughs, the way he talks, the way he's so rich, the way he's so pretty, the way he's so sexy, the way he's so beautiful.

I came to the realization, that I, the Sam fucking Sunhee, hit the biggest jackpot of the century.

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A/N

So who wrote after months? Me. College is such a fucking bitch, honestly. Anyways I'll try to update as much as I can.

Honestly, this is just our sweet JinHee moments. Even if I didn't feel much chemistry, until the end. Hopefully next chapter will be good. They are Paris for so long god wtf, I need to send them back.

Also, I need to bring back my baby jimininie popobabay and Jungkookieee.

Don't shame my characters for smoking 🔪

Sunhee's incident is inspired by real events, ehm ehm, who do you think Sunhee is based off? Yeah well, yes. Thankfully I don't smoke anymore.

I do worst, I have daily chats with ai, read gay comics, getro sex comics, porn, read filthy fanfics and books and write every filthier smuts. Not even lord can save me now. Not that I wanna be saveeeeed

Also Boyfriend Seokjin>>>> any boyfriend in the word (take it as a joke and as my perspective)

They both are so in love aww, need to break them apart 😈

Chill, I won't. I love JinHee. (One out of these 2 things is a lie) ;)

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