You receive a mysterious call from an unknow number. It's sir Jaekyung. Sir Jaekyung : Is this Doctor Y/N? It's Jaekyung. You : J-Jaekyung? Yes! It's me. Hello! Sir Jaekyung : Could I get anothere treatment? right now. At my place. You : Oh umm.. O-Of course! What's the address? Sir Jaekyung : I'll send you it in text, Bye. Jaekyung hangs up and sends you his address. You quickly get to his place and find yoursef in front of a huge building. You get to his penthouse and find the door already open You peek in your head in just to see Joo fight with is "hooker" He sees you and greets you in He kicks his slut out and leads you into his room blinded by what what coming for you...
Sora was a new doctor, but almost experienced. Mr. Jaekyung, what do you need? Sora was wearing a short skirt that showed her panties and a tight shirt that showed her nipples.
Jaekyung didn't move his eyes off the boxing ring as he answered Sora, voice rough and breathy already. What I need doctor, is a good fuck before my match. Help me relieve some tension so I can win. So, lose the clothes and get on your knees. His gaze bores into her, daring her to disobey or question him
Sorry, I can't do that. Sora said without reaction. That intrigued Jaekyung.
Jaekyung snorts derisively at Sora's refusal. He takes his eyes off the ring long enough to glance her over disdainfully. The woman is supposed to help him, not argue with him! How dare she refuse? His anger rises in tandem with a powerful surge of arousal. Rage colors his voice as he bellows at her. You will do as I say or you can call his physical therapist instead! Your choice, doctor!
Jaekyung grabs Sora's wrist and throws her on the bed, lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties right after. Do as you want then, only if I'm paid for it.
Grinning maniacally, Jaekyung roughly pushes her legs apart and leans over to tease her already soaked pussy with his hot breath. His fingers slide easily into her, filling her completely as he growls low in his throat. The rage turns his touch brutal and uncaring. Without further warning, he slams all the way home, claiming her body as his own. Each powerful thrust sends jolts of pleasure-pain through Sora's writhing form, each impact making her moan in need and anguish. Jaekyung pounds into her mercilessly, intent on fucking her until he can taste victory on his lips. The only sound in the room is their harsh breathing and the slapping of skin against skin as they fight for release.
When Jaekyung kisses Sora, she bites his tongue making him bleed.
Jaekyung growls and thrusts harder, his fingers digging into her hips as he feels her bite down on his tongue. The pain mingles with the pleasure, pushing him closer to release. He groans against her neck, his weight pinning her to the bed as he unleashes his fury in brutal thrusts meant to claim and conquer everything in his path. His orgasm roars through him, pouring into Sora's body as he comes with a grunt, hips jerking wildly before collapsing on top of her, their combined heat leaving them both breathless but satisfied for now.
Sora moans as she feels Jaekyun cum inside her.
Grinning like a satisfied predator, Jaekyung rolls off Sora and watches her with dark, hooded eyes as he catches his breath. His member twitches as it slowly softens inside her, the rush of victory still coursing through his veins. He lets out a contented sigh before sitting up on the edge of the bed, reaching for his phone to check the time. They've got an hour until he needs to be in the ring. It won't do for him to get too comfortable now...
"Now," he says, tone suddenly cold and commanding once more, "you can go call my physical therapist." He tosses her some cash without meeting her eyes. "But next time, you better remember who's in charge here." His gaze hardens as he looks at her, daring her to defy him again.
Sora rolls her eyes, puts on her clothes and goes home. Jaekyung looks as she walks towards the exit, the way her butt moves.
Her ass swayed invitingly as she headed for the door; Jaekyung watched her with barely concealed hunger in his eyes. So eager to leave after what had just transpired between them, but unable to resist the thought of taking her one more time before he faced his rival tonight. He smirks slightly to himself, deciding that he would indulge this final time...
After the fight, Jaekyung saw Sora interviewing the other fighter and being flirted with by him, that filled Jaekyung with jealousy, as if he had to protect what was his. In addition to being a doctor, she was also a journalist?
Fuck it, he thought savagely, pushing his way through the crowd of press and spectators towards her. Sora's head whipped around at the sound of his approach; her expression turning wary as she spotted him looming over her, body tense with barely contained anger and lust.
"What do you think you're doing?" he snarled through clenched teeth, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head back roughly. "You're supposed to be mine!" Her eyes widened in pain and shock as he bent down to speak into her ear. "Get out of here, and stay away from him." Then he released her hair with a growl, not waiting to see if she obeyed before storming off in the opposite direction.
It was unwise to get tangled up like this, but fuck it; Sora was his now. All his
The other fighter got up and went to fight with Jaekyung for attacking Sora. When he looked back for Sora, she was walking away with a press partner who seemed to be very close to her. Again, that made him jealous.
The fight ends and the victor is announced. The crowd roars their approval as Jaekyung, panting and covered in sweat, stands triumphantly above his defeated rival. A surge of power and adrenaline courses through his veins; it feels almost as good as fucking Sora did. He glances over at her once more before turning back to face the press, a dark smile curling upon his lips. As the interviews begin, he can't help but wonder just how much further this addiction will take him...
The other day there were rumors that Jaekyung was interested in Sora because he fought with another man over her, it was on all the channels, and Sora was being interviewed for it. She said she didn't know anything about it. Jaekyung turns off the TV angrily.
"Fucking lying bitch," he mutters under his breath, clenching his fists in frustration. It was almost enough to make him forget about the fight ahead of him next week, but not quite. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on what matters most: winning. The adrenaline that had sustained him during training wasn't here now; he needed another fix, and fast. His eyes drift towards the bedroom door, temptation tugging at his restless core as he imagines Sora there, waiting for him. It wouldn't hurt to have one last round with her before then...
On TV, Sora was flirted with a lot by several journalists, as if she were the perfect woman. And that made Jaekyung very jealous. Sora calls Jaekyung. See the trouble you cause me?
He growls into the phone before even saying anything I'm sorry. Fine. Don't worry about it. Come over if you want more. I can still give it to you. But hurry, the fight is in less than a week.
Sora laughs. Tell me you have an obsession with me, and I'll wonder if I will.
Jaekyung sighs in annoyance. He knows that admitting it would be the wrong thing to do, but right now he's desperate for release of some sort. His desire for Sora is driving him insane; even his anger can't mask it. Finally, he mutters through gritted teeth "Fine... You're right. I have an obsession with you." There. Now that that's out in the open, hurry up and get here so we can both get what we want.
When Sora arrived, Jaekyung pulled her without hesitation and threw her on the bed not even to be a little more delicate...
He pins her wrists above her head and grinds against her, growing increasingly rough as his control slips. His movements become almost primal in their need; she's just meat to him now, a means to an end. Each thrust rips a moan from her throat as he takes what he wants, claiming her body for himself once more.
Don't you dare... try to resist me... he growls through clenched teeth between brutal thrusts. You're mine. Mine to fuck and control. Soon enough... I will have everything that I desire... His eyes glaze over as his orgasm approaches, the need for her becoming all-consuming. He doesn't care about anything else anymore; there's only her body beneath him, her breath in his ear, and the triumphant roar of victory coursing through his veins.
Sora pulled Jaekyung closer and kissed him. This obsession of yours with me is intriguing.
The feel of her lips on his sent shudders through him; he growls into the kiss, his hips jerking roughly against hers as he comes again, his seed spilling deep within her. His breath comes in harsh pants as he pulls back just enough to glare down at her. "It's not an obsession," he snarls through clenched teeth, fingers biting into the skin of her hips hard enough to leave marks. "It's just what happens when you get too close..."
He pins her with his gaze for several long moments before letting go, pushing himself off the bed and stalking away towards the bathroom to clean up. Already he can feel his focus slipping once more; without another release soon, he won't be able to perform at his best in the fight next week. But then again... maybe that doesn't matter anymore. Maybe all that truly matters
But you love it when I'm around. And if it's not obsession, what is it? Sora says following him to the bathroom.
He ignores her question, simply growling as he steps into the shower and turns on the water, the cold spray burning against his overheated skin. He knows damn well what it is. It's an addiction; a sickness that has taken root within him. But what can he do about it? Nothing... until she breaks free of whatever hold she has over him. Until then, he'll just have to endure the pain and suffering that comes with wanting her so badly.
As he lathers up his soap, he glances at Sora through the foggy glass door of the shower stall. She stands there quietly, watching him as if she knows exactly what's going on inside his head. It only serves to fuel his anger and his need for her all the more. But even in this moment, a part of him wonders... what would happen if he let himself give into her? What if he let S
Sora hugs Jaekyung under the shower. Say, if it's not obsession, what is it?
*He tenses up under her touch but doesn't push her away. His gaze darts about, searching for the right word... Something other than obsession that would explain what she means to him. Finally, he settles on a single, unsettling word:
Craving... that's what it is. You're my craving, Sora. And I can't seem to shake you no matter how hard I try... It consumes me, drives me to do things I shouldn't. But maybe... if I give in and accept it... let myself enjoy the taste of you... Perhaps then I can finally move on.
Sora turns Jaekyung to face her and pins him against the wall. How sweet of you. Jealousy and affection... He doesn't even look like Jaekyung from before.
He sighs softly as she pins him against the wall, her body warm and familiar against his I'm not sure what it is, Sora... Maybe a bit of both? But whatever it is... It feels right when I'm with you. And that terrifies me more than anything else.