▩ HYEMI'S HOME

@PYO HYEMI “Do I look like the type of guy who would not go through with his words, or as we like to call it, threats?” He was quick to shoot back at her, taking one more step closer to her – making sure each step he took was just another step to further backup his claims. Was she looking for a challenge? If she knew anything about him personally, many would be quick to realize that Jaejoong strived off of competition and challenges; it was one of the few things that had fed his ego. It was one of the many times where he had nothing but the fullest of confidences, when it came to competing with others or proving them wrong. But with Hyemi, she had seemed to be lacking that knowledge… And knowing how he enjoyed twisting situations around, he would gladly teach her all there was when it came to coming across a man like him.

Walking until there was little space left between the both of them, he placed his hands down on the countertops, caging her inside of her arms as he towered above her – eyes never once breaking from the trance she had managed to trap the both of them in. From first glance, you would have thought her eyes held a small innocence in them. But he knew her, he knew how she worked – he knew what those lips had spoken and purred out countless of times. She was far from innocent, far from leaving him with that “questionable” impression about her. But it was still there for any passerby to take notice or think of when they saw her. Placing one hand on her hip, he yanked her closer towards his chest, leaning down forward so that his lips could brush along the shell of her ear.

“Do you honestly think you’re ready to keep up with me, vixen?” He purred along her earlobe, giving it a small as his hand traveled further behind her, and soon, making contact with both of her asscheeks that were covered by the skirt she wore. Giving each cheek a harsh squeeze, he pulled one hand away to spank her right cheek ruthlessly, before squeezing it and giving the left cheek the same treatment. He knew how she liked it rough, how she begged repeatedly for him to her until she couldn’t walk. There was no need to take it gentle, not with the pent up frustration swirling around inside of his chest. He was ready to give it to her – ready to show her just how serious he was. Slipping his hands up to meet along the hem of her skirt, he yanked it down harshly, watching as it dropped down her legs and soon, her went down right afterwards. He was in control now… And if she didn’t understand that, he would make sure she understood it perfectly clear today.
“Now turn around for Daddy. Place both of your hands on the countertop and face the wall.” As he spoke to her, between each pause and low purr made, he made sure to spank her – taking no time in harassing both of her plump cheeks and pulling her close. He decided to strike her a few more times before he pulled away, obviously not caring about the small tent that was growing inside of his pants.

@PYO HYEMI Alright, now that the television was out of the way, Jaejoong was swift to move on to the next “crisis” his friend had talked about – but before he could even move, he found himself staring at the ground vacantly. What did she say again? Ruffling his hair in frustration, he tore his gaze away from the ground and glanced over at the door that was slightly half closed and at the mystifying car now parked by his own, which wasn’t there before he came inside of the home. Did that belong to the owner of the house? He was sure that it wasn’t his friend. Smiling a bit in relief, he knew that he could now ask her directly with what she was having her main troubles with, and how the television was just put on the wrong input channel. He had heard shuffling around in the kitchen, leading him to gaze over at the marble floor instead, slowly making his way towards where that voice – her voice, the owner of this place, had caught him by surprise. Was this really happening to him?
Jaejoong had decided against it at first, cursing the images running through his head as he neared the kitchen closer; so he could better hear the female rambling on about something he could care less about at the moment. He was positive that it was her; the little vixen he had spoken to countless of times on the phone at some company called Adult Line. She was one of the few operators he requested services from, but it was only phone services. Whenever he did webcam with the other women that worked at the company, he never exposed his face, since he didn’t want himself to be exploited to the public.
People were sly nowadays.

Clearing his throat and leaning against her counter, he decided to let her figure it all out on her own. He wanted her to piece together the pieces he had already figured out and was now, plotting up some of his own. Normally, whenever they were verbally expressing their wants and needs to one another, she would always end up being the one in command. She would leave him hanging some nights, while making him want to have her right beside him the other nights and days – causing his hormones and his thoughts to spin out of control whenever they did end the call. To think that she was right there, in arms reach was hard for him to grasp onto. The reality… his bottom lip as he watched her work her way around the kitchen, he tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out what to say to her. He wanted it to be good, he wanted to see the shock and maybe even fear – light her features.
“Let’s skip the and get straight to it, darling. The problem is about me not finding out you were close to Lola, soon enough.” Jaejoong cooed out lowly, his velvety voice filling the room that was now quiet – and in need of a response from someone. “Or maybe we can talk about that want of yours? Being taken against the countertop, wasn’t it?”

@PYO HYEMI It started off as a simple request, and call. The moment Jaejoong heard that familiar, high-pitch voice filling his ears from the cellular device he had clutched onto tightly; he knew exactly who it was – and what she was calling about. At least… half of what she was calling about. Whenever this person called him, it was always to fix the simplest of things that she had inside of her home. But this time, she had spoken about a friend of hers that was having problems with her television, and her computer. He was given the address, and was told to get there immediately. Of course, he was a bit frustrated due to the fact that he had came straight from work, stopped by a nearby café, and received the phone call right when he was on his way home. The friend of this woman he knew had lived quite far away from him – so the drive was a little long and bumpy, but thankfully, he made it and was left with a key being tossed his way the moment he stepped out of his jet black truck. ‘She won’t mind, I’ll be back.’ Was the first thing his friend mouthed, as she pushed him towards the door and quickly rushed off to wherever she had to go to. Ruffling his hair and walking inside of the door that was left wide opened; he closed it behind himself and slowly took off his jacket, his eyes roaming the living room that belonged to this mysterious woman that was having all of these troubles.
When he went to go inspect the television that was said to have been acting up, he was met with a few cords tangled up, and the video on the wrong input. Chuckling a bit at the common mistake made by many, he bent down, slightly turning the wide, yet, light television set, to the side so he could adjust the wires and turn to regular cable – while letting out a small sigh. “That was easy,” he mumbled to himself, flipping through the channels to make sure everything turned out fine.