The hall was alive with the sound of clinging glasses and murmurs buzzing amongst the many people present. Jumin broke the social hum with a cling of his own glass. He rose from his chair and, microphone in hand, proceeded to speak.
“Many of you here are business partners I have affiliated my company with for many years. Others of you are close friends which I remain loyal to.” He glanced at V and the RFA then proceeded. “I have wonderful news today. This is more than a simple party. It is the celebration of an engagement.” He offered his hand out to you lifting you gingerly out of the chair to stand beside him. “I have decided to marry the love of my life. I have finally found someone I wish to share my heart and life with. She is perfect for me in everyway from her walk to her eyes. I truly love her and hope that you will all attend our wedding.” He places the microphone on the table and reaches into his pocket. He looks into your eyes in which you could see the love he had for you. “Will you marry me?” You cover your face blushing a furious red and nod yes crying through your palm. He pulls out a simple, but beautiful ring and lifts your hand sliding it on your finger. He picks up the microphone and only then do you notice the crowd that had cheered for you. Smiling and holding Jumin’s hand, your heart skipped a few beats as your eyes fell upon Zen who looked more heartbroken than happy.
“I thank you all for being here and I hope you have a great time. Cheers!” Jumin sipped his wine proudly and placed the glass on the table. He took both ofnyour hands in his and smiled,“It’s official, kitten. We are now a married couple.” He pulled you close for a kiss that went from sweet to hungry in a second. You pull away feeling the sting of his teeth biting your lip. He laughs at your bright red face. “I must go speak to my father now. He seems to desire my attention. Excuse me, love.” With a kiss on your forehead his presence was replaced with Zen. His face looked angry and red, but his eyes looked so sad.
“Zen….? Are you alright?” You raise your hand to touch his face. He grips your wrist in midair and pulls it down. “How can you marry that jerk?!” Tears slid down his cheeks that he quickly wiped away.
“Maybe…we should go somewhere more private, Zen.” You don’t want a scene. Not here.
You pull Zen’s arm towards an empty room adjacent to the hall. He closes the door and paces back and forth. “Why?! What did he promise you that I couldn’t! I knew this would happen…I just…,” he walks directly up to you looking straight into your eyes,“You were supposed to be mine…” he pulls your chin up to look at him head-on placing the other hand on your waist. “Am I not a good enough knight?” His lips were edging closer. His breath caressed your face covering it in a warm embrace. “Did you not see how much I love you?” His lips pressed hard against your face. His hand squeezed your body against his. Overwhelmed with Zen’s sadness, shocked by his bold approach, you don’t fight back. Instead you relax in his arms and allow his tongue access to you. You pull him closer deepening the kiss. He lifts you up onto a nearby table and slides his hand beneath your dress. You gasp as his fingers without hesitation, buried themselves within you. You moan his name suddenly aware of what was happening. “Jumin can’t love you like I can. His ring can’t mean what you mean to me.” Flushed with emotions and pleasure your mind couldn’t focus; your head was swimming. You open your legs wider breathing heavier and heavier. His fingers each danced to the beat of their own drum twirling inside of you at alternating speeds and directions. You bite back a moan as a third finger joined in. His breath is hot along your neck and shoulders. He nibbles on your flesh leaving tiny marks he quickly licks up. One hand squeezes your breast while the other pumps in and out of you. You moan quietly quietly hoping this doesn’t get worse. “Can I have you, princess?” He asks with his face buried in space between your neck and shoulder. You were getting so dizzy in the hot room inhaling the heavy air. You groan a small yes and suddenly feel the cool marble along your back. Zen spread your legs rubbing his member on you gently before pushing in. You wince through the pain until he is entirely inside of you. He pulls in and out until he finds a cadence he enjoys. He leans over you thrusting between your legs. You wrap your arms around his neck whispering his name. He grunts pushing harder trying to give you better than Jumin. His panting laces with your moans. He lifts your legs up gripping your thighs. Your knees almost touch your shoulders. The feeling is almost too much. “Zen…no….” he grips the edge of the table and digging deeper feeling you contract around his member. He thrusted hard on last time filling you up with a hot liquid. His semen spread mixing with your cum. You’re both trembling as Zen pulls out still spurting cum. “We….we..shouldn’t have…” you start