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"this is a terrible idea."

"hmm... is it?" you hummed as you tied the last knots on jisung’s wrists to the headboard. a quiet whisper escaped his lips, making you grin. "we haven't even started and you're already making sweet little noises for me?"

it all began with a joke about tying him up and then both of you making a bet that he won’t even get slightly hard from that. you were so ready to prove with wrong, because you knew - jisung liked being tied up.

it’s no coincidence that out of all eight members he was the one being constantly tied up. he was still denying his enjoyment during this, but you’ve always seen it in his eyes. you could read him like an open book.

it was an understatement to say that jisung looked absolutely fucking hot sitting in front of you with his wrists tied up. he even put on annoyed look on his face to make you believe his words. he was trying so hard to show you that he is not affected at all, while immensely biting his bottom lip. how cute.

he was wearing a white shirt, the first few buttons of a collar already undone, revealing his thin collarbones with some marks left from yesterday.

you crawled back a bit and took at look at the view from afar. to be honest, you were holding yourself together quite well for being incredibly turned on.

but who could blame you? jisung - quite possibly the sexiest man alive - was currently tied up to your bed with an embarrassed look on his face. he was at least a bit hard already - you could tell that from the growing outline of his dick in his pants. he looked utterly gorgeous, and all yours for the taking.

"don't look at me like that," he blushed, shooting you a dirty glare. "i don't even know why i agreed to this stupid bet."

"because you love me and you know you are just a submissive whor-“

"alright, understood. point made." jisung scowled, cutting off your words.

honestly, how does he always get into these situations? he's supposed to be the one on top of you, but here he was - tied to a fucking headboard, like some submissive bitch. and he is not submissive.

waisting no more time, you started removing your own clothes, giving him the best show. you could feel his eyes on you, following your breasts as they dropped from your shirt and jiggled, hypnotizing him. jisung felt his heart stop for a second. he bit his bottom lip and let his eyes take glare at every pinch of your body. he didn’t want to admit it, but he never got used to the sight of you naked. every time he found himself staring like a fool.

“holy shit,” he breathed. “jagi... you look so-”

he was cut off by you crawling on his lap, settling on his thighs, making him breath out heavily.

“remember what you said? you won’t even get a slight hard on? hm?” you teased, moving your hips against his crotch. “then what is this?”

his breath hitched. “jagi, you are cheating…”

“am i? i didn’t even touch you properly and you are already leaking over being tied up like a whore.”

your words made him whimper. it flushed you with heat. the want and need were radiating from him, his eyes not setting you off sight. jisung couldn’t deny, the cheeky look on your face and the mischievous glint in your eyes was turning him on even more. he slightly pulled at the ropes on his wrists - a sudden urge to take you right here as his dick was growing harder.

jisung was getting impatient - you could tell by the way his thighs tensed up under you. finally giving in, you left soft kisses on his lips, engaging him into a passionate make out. your lips, your hands, they felt like a balm on that burning ache. that made him push his head on the headboard, moaning into your mouth. 

instinctively, he tried to lift his hands to touch you, but failed. the burning feeling of the ropes holding his wrists made him moan again so desperately. there was nothing you wanted more than to untie him right now and let him ruin your wet pussy, but you needed to stay strong, even though you were throbbing in your panties. he bucked under you, mouth opening under your kiss. you bit his bottom lip and dragged your teeth, making his hips move even more.

"does that feel good, baby?"

"mhm." jisung made a noise that sounded more pained than you’ve ever heard from him. it light something up inside you.

jisung’s forehead fell limp upon your shoulder, breath tickling your skin. you smiled in satisfaction. watching him fall apart under your body was the best gift, no matter how many times it happened.

you chuckled, admiring his flushed face. "you look so beautiful like this, pretty boy."

that's it.

you've really done it now.

"untie me." he mumbled as an order, looking directly into your eyes with his head still hanging low.

“i think you are enjoying it quite a lot right now, so there is no point for me to untie you yet, baby.”

you watched as he swallowed hard, the gulp going down his throat. the pulsating sensation of his cock between your legs made you fully wet by now. you’ve got a bit dizzy with how good it felt. his panting was getting quicker and quicker, but the flush on his cheeks and red tips on the ears were a signal that he still couldn’t admit to his desires.

“it’s okay, baby. just let go. i see that you are enjoying this.” you made eye contact with him again, before pressing your lips onto his, parting them open with your tongue. he gasped in your mouth, hips bucking up, trying to fuck into you.

“oh, fuck, i’m so hard... it’s embarrassing…” he whined, breaking the kiss.

“no, it’s not and there is no need to be embarrassed. enjoy it while you can, baby.” you brought your hand to his neck and gently circled it, while he whined with chest-deep desperation. the noise he let out was beyond anything you’ve ever heard him make before - raspy and high-pitched at the same time, combined by deep, heavy pants.

“i- i’m gonna- oh god-”

“don’t.” you chastised him and he squeezed his eyes shut and whined. he gulped in a few deep breaths, hips kept trying to grind against you - eager for any source of friction. “you will when i say so. look at me.”

he did as you said, looking up at you with frantic eyes.

“good boy.”

he whined out. “oh my god. you’re too good at this.”

you chuckled. it was hard to believe what you were seeing. your usually dominant jisung was tied up and desperately humping under you while your hand was wrapped around his throat. and he seemed to be loving every second of it.

“want me to slap you?”

he didn’t answer - only looked at you with those eyes and oh my god. the want and need that was inside them. he was flushed and dewy and gorgeous, and his broad chest was heaving desperately. you were lost of words, but delivered as he requested.

without any warning you slapped him across the face. the sound started you for a second. jisung’s head turned with the impact of the slap, his jaw falling open. it surely sounded harder than it felt, ringing out loud, but as you were about to ask jisung if he is okay, he looked at you in a way he has never looked at you before. the desire and desperation of his gaze moved right through you. heat simmered below the surface of your skin. 

“did you like that? getting slapped like you’ve been bad?”

suddenly, a gasp. he squirmed under you, leaning back as his thighs trembled. you widened your eyes in surprise, feeling flustered. did he just came from you slapping him? you watched as he furrowed his brows and let out a shaky sigh.

"did you actually just-"

jisung would not look up, embarrassed. the tips of his ears turned crimson again.

"i- fuck-" voice low and out of breath. he closed his eyes and bit his lip to ground himself a little bit more. "felt too good…” he suddenly groaned. “fuck, you didn’t even get fully undressed!”

“baby, it doesn’t matter to me as long as you felt good, okay?” you cupped his cheeks in your hands, leaving a peck on his lips. he nodded, agreeing with you. “plus, it was really fucking hot,” you added, and jisung blushed even more. “guess you lost the bet.”

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[author's note: i can't do this anymore, the grip he has on my brain is insane. this is kinda weird?? read at your own risk lmao, not responsible for the brain damage, pt.2 might be written?]

hyunjin as the type of guy to be the uni heartthrob annoying you for no apparent reason. he keeps following you around, trying to talk to you, even tho your replies make it quite clear that you want him gone. you're the quiet, scary and academic type and he's the loud, funny and popular type. the entire campus questions why he's following someone like you around, but they're afraid of saying anything because his friends always keeping lurking, glaring down anyone who tries to question him.

even tho his friend group looks quite intimidating in the distance, they're just a bunch of dorks. and so is he. but with a massive crush on you. he finds you quite scary tho, your almost neutral expression and no bullshit attitude intimidating most people that come your way. he saw just a glimpse of your kindness once, when you baby-talked to your friend's cat, he almost lost it. but he mostly sees your other side, the undefeatable one that shows in the debates in your sociology class that he sneaks in to watch, the mean one that you once used to make someone cry when they targeted your bestfriend.

he gets off to that meaner side of you, that's his dirty little fantasy. he wants to be degraded by that side and be used for your amusement while he's unable to do something to help himself, and your softer side to soothe him afterwards.

but that just stays a fantasy.

until..

you're in the library one weekend, just to return some books and pick up new ones for your research, you walk out to the corridors to see none other, than hwang fucking hyunjin. he wasn't expecting to see you there, but he bursts into a smile, pulling his attention from whatever he had in his hands.

"hey, yn!" he waves at you, you shove your stuff into your bag and walk the opposite of his direction, also opposite to where you need to go. you can't do this right now.

it's not like you hate him, you think he's cute, you're beginning to get used to him following you, maybe you'd even give him a chance on a good day. but your day has been shitty enough as is. you can't bring yourself to interact with him just now.

"heyy, you didn't wave back." he jogs up to you and starts walking alongside you. oh how you wish he'd just be his own way for once.

he doesn't like your lack of reaction. you're not even sparing him a glace!

"come ooonnn, stop ignoring me!" he pouts at you with a whine all too dramatic.

"leave me alone, hyunjin" you hiss at him. you really don't wanna say something worse, but it's like he trying to........ provoke you? he's being much more pushy than he usually is, and there's no one in the corridors on a godddam weekend and you're very fucking close to snapping.

"ynnn!! pay attention to me!" he whines again, really wanting to provoke you. he's not blind, he notices you're not in a mood to be messed with. but a tiny, little parts of him wants to push you further, to maybe make you snap at him.

and when he crosses the line and touches your waist, you do.

you snap.

pushing him to nearest wall with some force, drawing his breath out of his lungs. you pin him there and your anger flows out, in sharp, hurtful words.

"the fuck do you think you were doing? what makes you think you can touch me? is this another dare from your group of fuckboys? or are you just a little attention whore who thinks he's entitled to everyone?"

you didn't mean a word you said, your anger was making up stuff on it's own, but he was flushed, a wild red on his face, that's when your gaze dropped to the floor, looking at whatever he dropped when you shoved him. you lean down to pick them up.

pictures. of you. not too many, not pictures taken by invading your privacy, but a few snaps of you in the corridors, or the canteen, or the library. times when you were fully aware he was there, from that one polaroid phase he had, he used to carry that thing around for a full two weeks.

the pictures flip something in you, you take your chances with him. you wanna test him, you know it's risky, but your brain isn't weighing it very well currently.

"god, hyunjin. look at you-" your voice drops an octave without you even realising it, and it does things to him that can't say out loud. you wave the photographs at him.

"-taking pictures of me like a little creep? so filthy. following me around like a desperate little slut. were you hoping to be discovered?"

you didn't expect him to be as affected as he was. breath uneven from your jump scare a second ago, ears red, with some of redness bleeding into his face, still affixed in the position you pinned him in. your leg shifts between his legs and his boner brushes against your thigh. what a surprise. he likes this. he looks away from you, but you turn his face to you with your forefinger, him gulping at the action. adorable.

"you really are an attention whore aren't you? following me around like that? clicking pictures of me? bothering me and hoping I'll take notice? pathetic." you tsk at him, he looks on the verge of tears but his boner says a different story, you experimentally press you leg over it, recieving a small whimper in return. yup, he's definitely enjoying this.

"you got hard just by me yelling and shoving you huh?"

he's torn, his brain sending him mixed signals, he's embarrassed, he wants to go back to his dorm and hide and never show his face to the world ever again. but he likes this, part of him wants you to humiliate him more, maybe do things to him that he won't be able to forget. and a part of him is even more embarrassed at the route his thoughts are taking.

you're not thinking straight. he's hot, you shouldn't be doing this, but some predatory instinct inside you wants to. you use him as a catalyst to get your mind off of whatever has been bothering you. it probably shouldn't be a big deal, he wants this anyway.

"tell me hyunjin, do you really think i don't notice? you think i didn't notice you staring at me when I was with Lin and her cat? do you really think i didn't see you when I had to drive that asshole away from her? you think i don't notice how you sneak into sociology and watch me from the corner? i do. how will you explain all that huh?"

fuck. he didn't think you noticed. he really has no explanation. he's fucked. you could report him, or worse, out him infront of everyone, you even have the photos with you. he should have thought this through. he's done for. he's pretty sure you're gonna report him-

"i'm sorry! please don't-"

"make up for it."

"w-what?" he's pulled out of his trance.

"well, since you've behaved like a pathetic slut, make up for it by actually being one. maybe then i'll forgive you"

he gulps, he would do it without second thought but he doesn't know if you're kidding or mocking him. he even has no idea how to say it, so he just sighs and nods.

"that's what i thought. follow me."

he follows you on shaky legs as you lead him outside of campus, and the next thing he knows, he's being pinned to the door of your apartment while you unbuckle his belt and whip it out of it's place. he has no idea what to expect when you detach yourself from him and seat yourself on the couch.

"come here." you order and he follows, walking over to you.

"strip." you say, he feels exposed under your intense gaze, even with you sitting down on the low couch while he stands in front of you, he feels like he's on display. he can't say he doesn't like it tho. so he puts on a show for you, peeling of each piece of his outfit one by one, jacket, followed by his shirt, then his pants, all in quite sultry a manner before he stops, only his boxers on, and looks at you uncertainly.

"off." is all you need to say before he's kicking them away, his erection springing free. you look at him for a good while, soaking in details of his body, pretty neck and collarbones, lean arms and torso and such a slutty waist, further down to his painfully hard dick, red and leaking, body supported by strong and pretty thighs. and for a guy like him, he has a big dick.

he's aware of your intense stare on him, suddenly feeling very conscious of his own appearance.

you get up from your place, his belt still in one hand, the other going to his shoulder, making him shiver before it glides to his back as you make your way behind him, gripping his hips and pressing your front to his ass, as if to tease, making his breath hitch. you bring his wrist his wrists together behind his back and tie them together with his own belt.

"i'm giving you a chance to back out, i'll throw those pictures away and you can walk out like this never happened. do you wanna stop?" you whisper into his ear.

"n-no."

"good, then kneel" you smirk, pushing him down onto his knees and resuming your place on the couch.

you take a moment to admire how pretty he looks like this, kneeling infront of you with his hands tied back, breath uneven and so disheveled. so, so pretty.

as you take your pants off, his eyes fly to your covered heat, cute. you can't help but slowly press your foot down onto his dick, drawing a pained moan out of him because his dick has been neglected for so long.

you part your thighs and your eyes are enough to order him to get to work. he shifts to you and licks a long stripe on top of your wetness before you shift your panties to the side. he can't help but drool at the sight.

he starts working immediately, licking and sucking like a man on a mission. and he's on a mission indeed, a mission to prove himself somehow, because he knows this is probably the only time this is happening and he wants to make you feel as good as possible, make you remember him, because he sure as hell will never forget this. and certainly never forget the sudden moan from you as his tongue laps at your clit, noticing you're the most sensitive there. he keeps that in the back of his mind as he sticks his tongue inside of you, quite literally making out with your cunt. your hand comes down to grip at his hair, drawing a moan that vibrates straight into your core.

his tongue moves in and out of you while his button nose touches your clit with each movement, he pulls his tongue out only to attach his mouth onto your clit enveloping it in warmth and sucking on it, making you pull stronger at his hair before he resumes his work inside of you.

he's too good at this, it doesn't help that it's been a long while since you last did anything sexual.

you push him further into yourself by his hair and he moans right into you, the vibrations bringing you awfully close to your high. you release a breathy curse which motivates him to speed up.

you cum with slight spasms, chasing down the delicious feeling as your thighs close around him, burying him into you, almost suffocating him, but he keeps going nonetheless.

you yank him back by the hair to look at his drenched face, he finally catches his breath, making his chest heave as he looks up at you with hooded eyes. you give his face a slap, not too hard, yet he only moans at the impact.

"you like being slapped, slut?"

"y-yes" he nods as well as he can with the grip you have in his hair. you slap him, the redness resulting just adding to the erotic look on his face.

"up." you instruct, he stumbles up onto his feet with a wince and you move to free his hands. his wrists are red, almost bruised by how hard he's pulled against the belt.

you lay back on the couch, beckoning him over.

"fuck me." you order. "if you can that is." you add after seeing the uncertainty on his face, he nods frantically.

"i c-can."

he says he can, but he melts the moment his dick enters you, he's too sensitive, having waited for so fucking long.

"feels so good. fuck." he moans into your ear at the feeling as he hovers over you. he starts to move, his length stretching you out and drawing heavy breaths out of you by the sheer size, his tip touches your g-spot without much effort, hitting it again and again as he starts moving.

his arms shake at your sides, everything becoming too overwhelming for some reason, your warmth wrapped around him, the stimulation suddenly making his head spin.

"f-fuck... " the poor boy is trembling, voice slurring as his hips move in an erratic manner, although it's taking you time to get used to him, you take the chances you get to mock him. your hand moves to wrap around his throat.

"you can't even fuck me, so pussydrunk already? i'll have to all the work myself huh?" he looks at you with glossy eyes as your fingers press down on the sides of his neck.

"please, please, please" he whimpers out, with no real context as to what he's asking for, his eyes screwing shut. his arms are barely keeping him up anymore, sweating and trembling like he'll fall.

"you're too fucked out to even use your brain huh? begging and you don't even know what for. it's okay tho, since that's all a dumb slut like you can do. i'll show you how you're supposed to make me feel."

you push him onto his back, getting a yelp in return and waste no time in grinding down onto him, resulting in a loud gasp from the boy. your hand finds it's way back to his throat. he lets go completely, hands falling to his sides and head pressing back into the cushions as he releases a string of broken moans while you ride him into oblivion.

"o-oh, fuckfuckfuck. oh god."

you laugh at his helpless sounds, suppressing your own becoming difficult.

"god isn't gonna save you here, baby."

that makes him let out a loud, almost sob like moan.

"please." he whines as his hips buck up in the slightest. you're getting closer with every passing second and it looks he is too.

"please what, sweetheart? want me to stop? because your pathetic self can't take it? or want me to fuck you dumb until you're left a babbling mess?" these words make him let out the loudest moan you've heard from a man. he really does get off on degradation.

"c-close. oh god, please. please. fuck." he's physically restraining himself from reaching out to you, hands grasping at whatever purchase he can find on anything around him.

"fuck. i'm close. you there? cum with me." you breathe out to him and he cums with a broken sob, his high hitting him like a train as his breath falters and his back arches beautifully, you keep moving throughout, riding out your own orgasm which hits in sweet waves, you keep going for a while after, just to overstimulate the boy a little, getting small, pained whimpers from him.

"c-can i touch you? please?" he asks, still in his post orgasm haze, his voice so adorably small that it makes you give in.

"go ahead." you say, expecting him to touch you tits or ass, but you didn't expect him to pull you body down to lay on top of him as you both catch your breath from your orgasms. he was holding on tight, like he'll fall if he let go. that little action did something to your heart but you pushed it back, not wanting to ruin the moment.

you originally planned to fuck him and kick him out, getting rid of those pictures anyway, but you think you don't mind if he stays for a while, you let him cling to you for a few minutes before the stickiness and stench of sex gets to you.

"hey, hyunjin? let's clean up hmm?" he makes a small noise but unwraps his arms anyway, but winces with you when you get off of his dick.

you pay no attention to his cum dripping out as you get yourself and him towels to clean up and put on some clothes.

he lets you drag him to the kitchen and accepts the water you give him, you're busy observing his features when his small voice snaps you out.

"i'm sorry." why is he apologizing? you find him looking down on the floor.

turns out he's sorry for clicking those pictures without your consent, it takes a while to convince him that you actually saw him taking those, just chose not to protest. well since you noticed him in places he didn't think you would, this didn't surprise him either.

you send him off with a warning not to die on the streets in a car accident.

fuck, you really need to get him out of your brain.

he's gone and you suddenly remember you need to clean your apartment before Lin comes over, you rush to find a way to get rid of the very obvious smell of sex in your living room, while you clean your brain goes on autopilot with it's thoughts.

so he's clingy after sex-

The two of you properly met for the first time when Chris showed him around the gym. Changbin had been working out in a different place, likely a smaller fitness center considering how amused he was while walking through the area. He was beaming with excitement when he scanned the rows of equipment, but nothing compared to his reaction when he saw you.

He zoned out when his eyes met yours. To say that he was smitten was an understatement. Both you and Chris had wondered where that extroverted man from earlier had gone.

“Changbin?” Chris called his name.

“Oh, sorry.” He attempted to save himself with a laugh.

It wasn’t long until you both formally introduced yourselves to each other. You extended your hand for a handshake but didn’t miss the way his forearm trembled in contrast to his biceps. Even you couldn’t fathom how quick it was for someone to get so obviously whipped. 

The man signed up for a membership here on the same day he met you. He had to think about getting a personal trainer because he had done all of the bulking up and muscle toning mostly by himself. He had practically become obsessed with fitness ever since he was told that big muscles suit him best. He loved everything from the newfound confidence, the look of his curves, and the additional strength. He takes full credit for his amazing body, as he should be, and he’s proud of himself.

That sense of pride left him immediately as he “accidentally” wrote your name on the form under “personal trainer.”

“What about me?!” Chris exclaimed. “I was the one who pushed you to work out! Not only did you turn to a different gym, but you also turned to a different trainer?”

“I-I didn’t mean to—well, whatever, I bet they’re a better coach than you,” said Changbin. He cleared his throat in the middle of bickering with Chris.

Your coworker mumbled about how much easier it was to write his other name “Chan” on the form; unfortunately, all you could focus on was how worked up and cute Changbin got as his ears flushed with color.

Changbin glanced at you before penning down additional details on the form. “Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. He’s so annoying.” 

“It’s no worry really,” you said to him with an amused smile.

Chris let out a huff. “The worst part is you aren’t wrong, Bin. They’re a good choice for you, anyway.”

“Don’t start—”

“They’re not strict, but they’re passionate,” he continued, patting Changbin’s bicep. It tensed up. “Don’t let them down. They love seeing their clients work.”

“I’m not really like that. Don’t intimidate him.”

“You’d want that, though,” Chris muttered under his breath at your defense.

Hearing that made your blood rise to your cheeks out of anger. You faced Changbin to look for reactions only to find his blood flushed through his cheeks too, for very different reasons.

“Trust me, Bin, they’re tough.” Chris flashed the both of you an annoyingly lovely smile. “They have a ruthlessness that you’ll love, dude. It’s…uplifting.”

If Changbin’s face was heated enough, he’d become toast after this new information. He realized that you’re somewhat like him in the sense that you’re just as strong, if not stronger, and more passionate about strength than he is. You weren’t necessarily the fitness junkie that people make you out to be, but you loved strength. Displaying body capability has always been interesting to you. It’s even made its way to your extremely secret list of bedroom turn-ons. 

The difference between you and Changbin, of course, was that you’re good at hiding your secrets. He was practically letting the entire world know that he’s interested in you.

The following sessions weren’t kind on Changbin. The first one was an eye-opener itself. It wasn’t because you were being “ruthless” as Chris described, but because he tried his hardest not to fall for you too fast.

Falling in love is one way to put it. He did start falling for everything that came with you, but there was something more alluring about you. Everyone has watched him exert muscle power onto punching his limbs to their limits, but nobody’s seen him exert all brain power into suppressing his thoughts about you.

He spent too many minutes thinking about you. It’s only been two and two nights, but he was so easily awestruck by you. Maybe it’s the way you hold yourself. You stood straight enough to sustain good posture. The stance itself exuded confidence, hiding all insecurities in your system. You spoke as if you demanded and commanded everyone in the room. Your face is always bright. Your build is so fittingly you. Your clothes hugged your body right enough. Actually, on that note, your clothes were probably better off your body—

“What the fuck,” Changbin mouthed to himself, shocked by his train of thought.

That, and your pretty face greeting him took him by surprise.

“Good morning, Bin.”

“G-good morning…coach.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. He barely stepped into the gym, half of his body still outside, and he already seemed to tremble in your presence.

You had to give it to him, he’s one adorable man after all. You already know that he’s all sorts of determined, but his sportsmanship doesn’t end with superficialities. He’s extremely well-mannered. He loyally sticks to his principles. He is old money in a new suit; if that meant sweet musk spritzed on an Adidas shirt. His slightly curly black hair peeked out of a baseball cap. He’s a good sport, but he acted like a sore loser around you. He stuttered as if he forgot how to speak. You wonder, would he forget his name too with your hands around his—

“Uhm,” you uttered, distracting yourself from the sudden intrusive thought. It caught Changbin’s attention too, seemingly snapping him out of his head. You wondered if he was lost in the same set of thoughts.

It took you both a few steps and a few lines of small talk before Changbin was on the floor, on his knees, looking up at you, waiting in anticipation of your next move.

Of course, because he’s literally about to perform push-ups for a fitness assessment. What else would you both think it was for?

“Do as many push-ups as you can. Stop and let me know the moment something aches, no matter how small.” Your voice was loud enough to be the commanding sound between the both of you.

“Got it, coach.”

You leaned in. “Alright. I’ll count. You know the drill: legs straight, hands on the floor, ass up. Clear?”

Changbin gulped. There was nothing malicious in what you said. You’re just reminding him of proper form. He shifted his posture and followed your word.

It didn’t have to be this hard for him, doing push-ups in front of someone whose eyes were hyper-focused on him. He was used to getting stared at while working out. It was almost entirely uncharacteristic of him to break into a sweat without even starting. You were only seated on a bench, legs spread a tad bit apart for comfort, upper body hunched forward to get a good look at his form. 

He wasn’t the only one going through the mental circles of hell: Changbin didn’t have to look so cute while struggling. His lips parted as he huffed, the smallest grunts escaping his lips as soon as he reached 25 push-ups. You’ve had many clients before him, some even built bigger than him, but he had a charm to him that was alluring.

Maybe it’s because, despite his strength, he seemed so weak for you. Sitting around and working out shouldn’t be this sexy for either of you.

“Fifty.” Changbin looked up at your count. You peered over at his face.

For some reason, he looked fucked out. His eyes were dark yet glossy, the color on his cheeks spread throughout his face, sweat dripping down his forehead and clinging to his freed curls. His chest was heaving, shaky breaths leaving a mouth that looked like it needed you.

“C-Coach, my arm is tense.” He was practically breathless.

“Then stop. Fifty is your limit.”

“Well honestly,” Changbin huffed and smiled a little while getting back up. “I…can go for more, it’s just tense.” 

He was planning to flirt. He stumbled while getting back on two legs but you could tell by his gaze and the masked sureness in his tone that he was set on making a move. 

You both knew, however, that confidence is just his first line of defense in shielding the fact that he was about to drool at the mere sight of you.

“Chill. I’m assessing until what point you’re comfortable with. I know you can though.”

“No, I r-really can. Just watch.” 

Watch? Changbin practically kicked himself mentally at that. How could he ask you to watch him do more when he couldn’t even handle being under your eyes for only so long?

“Ah-huh. You don’t need to prove it to me, Bin,” You let out a dark chuckle. “Don’t get worked up over it. If anything…”

You stood up in front of him. Your mouth and body started reacting before you could think. Before you knew it, you were both in a mutual stare that could never break, and you were mustering up all of your rusty suaves to flirt back.

“If anything, I’m glad you obeyed me.”

Changbin’s plump lips shut themselves tight in a line. He did obey you: you told him to let him know when something didn’t feel right, no matter how small. You inched closer and he watched as you eyed him up and down through a half-lidded stare.

You were thinking with your ass at this point.

“Just proves that you’re a good boy.”

The eyes you were staring at widened yet they never pulled away from yours. He tensed up a little more, his muscles flexing at nothing but the last two words that escaped you.

You were shocked at yourself too. It seemed as if your feelings for him strengthened and affirmed themselves as a solid crush. You didn’t think it would be in you to be upfront, though. There’s one good thing to get out of it, which was testing the waters.

You wanted to know if he aligned with your type in the bedroom. Strong exterior, masculine but comfortable in his skin; all this to contrast with a softer, submissive, obedient interior.

It quickly became a little game in your head to tease him as much as possible.

“I’m kidding! But good job, that’s impressive.”

Hours after that, your praises wouldn’t stop. They followed him as you two continued the fitness assessment, and they rang in his clouded head even as he made it home.

—

He rushed to his bathroom mirror the moment he made it to his apartment. Changbin, for the entire night, was in perpetual shock by your words. The words “good boy” rang in his head like tinnitus. He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them to examine the physical discomfort he felt after leaving the gym.

He got hard. He wondered if he was hard since earlier, considering how heavy it suddenly felt in his jogger shorts. Changbin tugged on his erect length once and then twice. It wouldn’t go down, not when he was still thinking about how hot his new trainer was. How hot you were.

Changbin swore up and down that he never had a type. He thought that girls, boys, or people of any kind would appeal to him: he never factored in that someone like you would be the spitting image of a dream partner.

Strong, witty, dominant.

He felt so bad, so guilty, so filthy for thinking about you. Not only was he thinking of dating his fitness coach, but he was also thinking of what it’d be like to fuck them.

To fuck you. Or get fucked by you.

“Fuck it,” Changbin hissed as he pulled his shorts down, wishing his hand was yours.

After that first day, neither of you could stop, and it was driving the both of you crazy. 

Both of your mouths were too quick for your own good. He commented once about his favorite exercise being the “clean and jerk” only for you to make him demonstrate it — the lifting one, of course. Another time, you told him you could do a “rim shot,” only for you to throw a basketball at the hoop above your head.

The image of Changbin’s flushed face at those jokes could never leave your mind. Similarly, he couldn’t get your teasingly sultry voice out of his mind. You both were too damn good at making immature jokes pass as legitimate flirting. It didn’t help that you were both so attractive to each other without even trying.

In the second session, Changbin got distracted by your ass while you were demonstrating the battle rope. The one after that, he nearly stumbled as he ran three laps around the gym next to you only because he got a whiff of your cologne. You both just finished your fourth session and you noticed him eyeing you down even if you were talking to your coworkers and other gym regulars.

It wasn’t teasing at that point, and yet, Changbin was very obviously falling for you.

After you prepared your bags to end your shift and congratulated him on another session done, you walked over to lean on a counter. You were about to leave work soon but took your time as you watched your client make his way to the locker rooms and showers.

Your elbows were propped up on the edge of the high table, your torso leaning forward while your legs stood back, allowing your back to arch. The pose accentuated the natural curvature of your ass and it didn’t help that your arms squeezed on the sides of your chest. Because of that, it popped out more than it should. You were holding your water jug in one hand, ignoring the handle, and engulfing it in your palm in a way that seemed interesting.

Changbin couldn’t help but glance at you. You didn’t mind being eye candy for him at that moment.

Chris snapped you out by making his way next to you, imitating your pose and leaning on the same counter, albeit struggling to look half as alluring.

“Hi, Channie.”

Chris cocked an eyebrow at you. “Please don’t call me that.”

“Sweet spot?” At your words, you felt a presence in the distance. You shook your head and looked at Chris.

“Sour. Why’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

Chris squinted at you and straightened up. “Call me that and…pose like that?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking much of it.”

“Whatever. Stop acting as if your crush on Bin isn’t obvious.”

“Then why bother asking if it’s that obvious to you?”

Chris was taken aback: he thought you would flat-out deny any mutual feelings for Changbin, as he alluded to that, but you didn’t.

“So you do like him.”

You clicked your tongue. “And what about it?”

“You just seem to like my guy. That’s all.”

“Gym rats speak weirdly homoerotically, huh?” You joked, elbowing his bicep. “In all seriousness, do you think he likes me?”

You didn’t ask that out of insecurity. In fact, you were far from being insecure about the feelings. You weren’t sure why you asked that question but you thought it had to do with Changbin’s consent. After all, was he actually uncomfortable this whole time?

“As you said, why bother asking when the answer’s so obvious?”

All of that doubt washed away immediately at your coworker’s words. He wasn’t Changbin, but he knew the man like he knew the back of his hand. “Y/N. Believe me.”

Chris took a step back and looked at you from head to toe. He wasn’t doing it to check you out but instead to prove his point. The action, however, made the air thicker, but the tension didn’t seem to swell from either of you. You brushed it off and listened to Chris. 

“He never told me about having a type but I know my guy’s into people like you.” Something caught his eye. Chris paused and turned his head away. “Would you look at that? Speak of the devil.”

You turned to face the same direction your coworker was looking at, only to find the source of the weird presence and tension from earlier. Changbin was staring at the both of you with his bags in his hands.

His slightly agape mouth, tight grip on the bags, and creased eyebrows were giveaways of confusion, bewilderment, suspicion, and jealousy.

You attempted to break the tension by waving at him and flashing your brightest smile. His gaze softened at that but returned to a frown when he watched you walk to the exit.

You bid both of them farewells for the night. After you turned your heel at the door, Changbin ran to Chris.

— 

Chris sat down on a bench as Changbin approached him. He listened to his friend’s weirdly gruff voice. “Christopher, dude.”

“Hm? What’s up?” He nearly laughed, wondering why you and Changbin chose the worst names for him.

Changbin pinched the bridge of his nose and huffed as he sat on a chair across from him. “I need advice: I like this person. I’m really into them. I kinda think they like me back, but we don’t have anything yet. I saw them with someone else and got jealous. It’s pathetic but I don’t know what to do with it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Chris snorted at his friend’s ramble. “You shouldn’t worry either if you think they’re into you too. Just shoot your shot.”

“Dude, it’s hard. They just make me act up so much that I start pussying out.”

“You’re too pussy for it? Bro, it’s just Y/N, they’ll be cool with it.”

“Yeah, they—wait, what the fuck did you say?”

The world crumbled around Changbin when Chris dropped your name.

“Don’t act so surprised. Your crush on them is really obvious and I told them you liked them. They were actually talking  about you earlier. Also, you’re terrible at hiding shit.”

Changbin’s heart dropped. He was glad that his suspicions were instantly debunked, but the next revelation ran his brain over. 

“Jeez, Chan, let me live.”

“You’re alive dude, your pulse is just going over the roof,” Chris pointed at his friend’s smartwatch, alerting him of his heart rate.

“Since you’re being real about this, I could tell that it’s worth a shot.”

Changbin simply nodded. Chris was getting more amused at how his best friend was handling this situation.

“If you’re worried about the part of them being mean to you, just don’t sweat it. That’s their display of affection. I won’t be surprised if they start teasing or degrading you or something.”

The silence was broken by a blink and a huff came from Changbin. Chris was joking, but his jaw fell when he noticed his friend averting his eyes.

“No way. Don’t tell me you’re both into that.”

As Changbin was about to deny him again, he instead felt his heart drop. “Both?!”

“That’s what you’re concerned about? They literally tease you all the time and yet you’re worried that you both like it?”

“Obviously not.” Changbin ran his palm down his face, unsuccessfully masking the blush creeping up on his cheeks and ears.

“Bin, dude, one-up yourself.” Chris readjusted his legs in his seat to fully face his pathetic friend. “Y/N is so ahead of their feelings that I can’t even tease them, so just do it! This isn’t high school!”

“Yeah, Chan, but it’s a damn gym.”

“Same point goes for you, dumbass,” Minho, Chris’ own client, and their mutual friend interrupted. He was pulling jabs at the punching bag a few meters away from them. “I don’t mean to snoop but it’s hard not to eavesdrop when you and Y/N have both been having softcore sex here every other day.”

Changbin felt his hair rise at that.. “Minho, there’s a place you can go to for free and it’s out of my damn business.”

“So you’re not denying it?” Minho smiled and alluded back to your antics. 

“Of course, I’d deny it! It’s unfair to talk about them like that!”

“Calm down bro, they’re not yours.”

“Not yet!” Changbin exclaimed a little too excitedly. His two friends laughed at his enthusiasm: that’s their “man of principles” right there.

“Anyway, bro, I have a trick you might want to try,” Minho shared with a snort. He leaned in to whisper his secret, a palm covering his lips next to Changbin’s ear.

As expected, Changbin’s eyes blew wide, eyebrows raised, and then furrowed. His jaw fell but the corners of his mouth remained in an upwards smile of disbelief.

“Try it. Lee knows best, after all.”

Chris had an inkling of what the secret was and teased Changbin. “I can’t believe we’re giving you the pep talk. You better spill everything on them on Friday. Don’t be a pussy.”

“What’s wrong with being a pussy, anyway? It’s better than being a dick,” Changbin side-eyed his two friends.

“If I’m a dick, at least I’m huge.”

“Shut up! I’ll do it. Thanks, I guess.”

Changbin took that as a deadline.

Friday night, I’ll confess. No matter what happens, I’ll tell them what I feel. He repeated those clauses like a tasty little mantra in his head.

Friday rolled around. “Changbinnie’s got this,” he muttered in support to himself. It wasn’t long before you and Changbin faced each other during yet another session.

This time, it was different. You’ve already established that this man crumples at the mere sight of you, but he seemed to have himself together in this instance. He had another trick up his sleeve, and it wasn’t just confidence.

You’d think he might have gotten over you if he wasn’t smiling dumbly at your simple greeting. He displayed almost no signs of nervousness despite his promise to himself about confessing.

“Bin,” you uttered, not missing the way his eyes lit up at the nickname. “Before we start, how much do you usually lift?”

“Ah, coach…” Changbin dipped his head downwards, looking at your shadow on the floor.

He slowly raised his head, a hand shying around the nape of his neck, feigning shyness and innocence with a meek grin and a question for an answer.

“How much do you weigh?”

“Pardon?” Your eyes bulged out of your head.

“H-How much do y-you weigh, coach?” He stuttered as he repeated himself.

It took you a second to unclench your jaw. It wasn’t the subject of the question itself that put you off: you knew he wouldn’t do anything horrible with that information. Your concern was what kind of flirtation technique he was going for. You could infer he learned it from the two men eyeing you on the other end of the gym. Chris and Minho were giggling a little too hard at Changbin’s antics. Might as well roll with it.

You freely disclosed your weight to Changbin. He smiled excitedly and raised an eyebrow.

“Just wait here.”

With Chris and Minho’s minimal assistance almost comically organized on cue, he came back with a barbell, dropping it with pride.

“I can lift this easily.”

You mentally calculated the weights on either end of the bar. The total matched the same exact number you described.

He’s lifting your weight.

You gasped in disbelief. He grabbed the bar and effortlessly swung it off the ground. He was doing a good job at making this game harder for you to win especially with his signature smirk.

You smiled back at him. “Sure you could.” 

Changbin dipped his head again. He seemed genuinely shy this time.

“Tell me how and I’ll do it.”

Your eyes beamed up from the weights to his face. You were going to give Changbin quite the session, not knowing his plans to confess later into the night.

—

“You’re doing great, Binnie!” You exclaimed as he pushed the barbell upwards for what was supposed to be the last time today. You two agreed upon one set of bench presses, but after watching him go through two sets the other day, you decided to give him a few more reps. “One more!”

“Okay,” Changbin huffed in response. He pushed again.

His biceps tensed and his chest flexed with them. Even on his last push, he was still maintaining his form, just the way he needed it.

Just the way you wanted it.

A series of thoughts ran through your head down to your heart at once. Maybe it’s his obedience, his flustered face, his biceps tensing under your command, or the fact that he chose to lift a barbell at your weight, but you suddenly felt a pang in your chest seeing him comply with your demands right away.

To be fair, he teased you first today, and he was responding to your teases in subtle ways that satisfied you. You always loved to tease the people you liked; getting people to reach their blushing point is enough of a victory, but it was an achievement in and of itself to get someone huffing and puffing while looking at you, and only you, while being slightly embarrassed.

With that said, it didn’t feel like a real win until you got him to where you truly wanted him to be. Maybe that’s why you devised a plan to make him totally fold over for you.

You ultimately decided to push him, right then and there, on his very last set of bench presses.

“Nice! One more!”

Changbin whipped his head your way in confirmation. “Alright!”

“That’s good!” You exclaimed as he lifted the weight again with only the slightest hint of a struggle. “One more!” You didn’t want to back down.

“One more?” Changbin cocked both of his eyebrows up. His grunts turned into heavy breaths and half-groans from your demands and piercing stare. “Really?”

“What do you think I said, Binnie? One more!”

Sternly, you slapped your thighs to alert him, allowing the skin around your firm muscles to jiggle.

The sight was probably more than enough to rile him up because he tightened his grip on the steel and pushed harder. The veins in his arms popped ever so slightly. His muscle lines defined themselves and his collarbone grew prominent from the intensity of his pushing. Your plan was working.

“Nice. One last?” With pure confidence in your heart, you challenged him:

“Can you take it?”

Changbin’s reaction was priceless.

Before you could think twice about going too far with the innuendos this time, you noticed the glint in his eyes. Shock turned into desperate determination as his eyes were blown wide and his jaw dropped along with the barbell in his hands. It wasn’t a look of questioning; you knew he would keep at it as you asked, but it was as if he wanted to know if he was hearing things right. He wanted to believe what you said.

Maybe he thought about you saying this to him in bed one day. At the same time, maybe he was dirtier; he probably fantasized about you saying that to him in the locker rooms. Maybe he wanted you to ask the same question before you buried your fingers deep inside him. Maybe, in a more surface-level way, he just wanted to prove you wrong.

His stare was speaking to you: I can take it. I can take you. I can take it from you. He was pleading to prove to you that he could do it.

He was pleading to please you. Pleading to take you.

Alas, he had to deal with the barbell in his hands first.

“Yes, please,” he exhaled, sounding too desperate for his liking.

Even though you wanted to push further, he was still technically going past his routine: you could expertly tell that he wasn’t up to his limit yet, but you still wanted him to be safe and comfortable even under your spell. “You sure?”

You didn’t expect his voice to rise in volume while his lips curled upwards in excitement.

“Yes, please!”

“Then give it to me!” You yelled back, flashing him the same smile as he readjusted his form.

He pushed one last time with a loud groan and gently pulled back, finishing the bench press set for real this time.

You quickly decided to finish your teasing off with something sweet.

“Alright, nice one Binnie!” You walked over to him and helped him out of the bench, lifting and moving the equipment away from him. He immediately tended to his sore arms and chest by palming at them using his slightly calloused hands.

You patted his shoulders as he sat up. Before you knew it, words escaped your lips faster than you could think or blink.

“Good boy.”

Something seemed to crack inside him. When you looked at him, his eyes had hearts in them.

Changbin had an expression of what seemed to be a mix of shock, pride, satisfaction, and arousal. After putting his limbs through your hell all day, those two simple words of praise broke through his system: it shot through his ears, the post-exercise dopamine rush, and your words mixed and rang through his temples. Your words were so simple yet the phrase shook him thoroughly. Your words traveled down to his heart at lightning speed.

Your words also went down to his crotch.

Your plan worked a little too well.

“Thanks f-for today coach. I’ll just…restroom.”

Changbin shifted in his seat and got up almost a little too quickly. His thighs wobbled as he desperately tried to hide his erection.

“Go ahead, it’s okay,” you chuckled to yourself, watching him walk faster whilst fixing himself in his cycling shorts.

“I’ll see you then!”

Changbin’s heart was racing. He was getting so worked up that his smartwatch was screaming at him to calm down.

“Goddamn fuckass Fitbit,” he cursed. 

He was getting hard again. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and locked himself up in a stall. His pulse was making its way down to his cock. He needed to make his way back home but he felt so feral and horny at whatever you did to him earlier. 

Thankfully, he seemed to be the only one left in the gym. A dose of anxiety rushed through his blood from the thought of still getting caught, but most importantly, he hated the thought of thinking about you like this.

He reached down on the waistband of his shorts, slipping a hand underneath the fabric. A wet hiss left his mouth as he wrapped a hand around his cock. His other hand took the hem of his shirt into his mouth, exposing the skin of his torso and hardened nipples.

All he could hear in his head was your voice.

Can you take it?

He could, but he felt guilty for wanting to.

Good boy.

But good boys don’t play with dirty minds alone.

He almost drooled through his shirt, biting harder, only to be interrupted by the sound of a clang on the lock of the bathroom’s main door.

Shit. He wasn’t so alone after all.

He immediately fixed himself up, pretended to be done doing business in the stall, and walked out even if he was still annoyingly erect.

Suddenly, his skin went pale when he realized that you were the one who entered the room.

“Ah! Coach!”

“Ch-Changbin?!” The two of you screamed at the same time and jumped back at each other.

You started apologizing profusely for walking in on him. “Holy shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were still here!” 

“Me too! I-I thought you went home already,” Changbin responded, his mouth trembling, still in shock,“I was, uhm, fixing my things. What’re you doing here?”

Your hand made its way to the back of your head. “C-Closing up the gym. I thought I was the last one here. I’m sorry!”

“Hey, please. I took too long, I’m gonna take my leave now.”

Changbin gave you a reassuring smile but unexpectedly dropped it when he realized something he missed.

You better spill everything on them on Friday. Don’t be a pussy.

He forgot to confess. 

The both of you had gotten so deep into the flirting and teasing to the point that he forgot his main goal of the day. Leaving with a bunch of burnt calories and a horny mind was still not enough to let his heart rest. 

“B-But, uhm, I can stay a little while. I’ll help you close the gym.”

“It’s okay. You must rest, you seem tired!”

“Nah. I’ve rested up enough, stretched and everything.”

“I insist. Take a seat, it’s alright.”

“Thank you.” 

You took a few minutes of checking the ventilation systems and stalls. You sifted through the lockers in case anything got left behind. It wasn’t as nasty as it usually would have been — courtesy of Chris suspiciously cleaning it up before leaving. What if he intentionally did that in advance in case the both of you settled here; which is, unfortunately, the case? You’re just glad that you confirmed only the both of you were there in the gym.

Returning to the main hall of the bathroom, you found Changbin sitting anxiously, bouncing his leg and locking his bottom lip in between his teeth. He wanted to tell you something. You wanted to say something. Neither of you did anything for a few seconds, merely sharing a stare with hearts behind your eyes.

Deciding to offer a massage was your best course of action.

“Sorry, the routine earlier was rough on you.” Before Changbin could retort, you quickly added. “Say, do you want a massage? It helps with sore muscles.”

“Oh, uh, you don’t have to!”

“But it helps ease the pain, trust me!” You walked closer, going behind the bench. You placed your hands on Changbin’s shoulder blades, keeping him sat in place before he could object. “They say I give the best massages. What do you think?”

You gave him all the time in the world to decide amidst his inner conflict because he, unfortunately, couldn’t think. You could feel his skin heating up under your palms, the temptation to turn his neck to face you creeping up on him, but he knew wiser. He grew grateful that he was facing away since he was still dangerously hard. Rain might pour on him if he kept looking at you. 

Because he couldn’t handle much more of your contact, he made the stupid choice and allowed you to massage him.

“Sure. You can do it if that’s okay.” Whatever, he was actually none the wiser.

“Of course it is,” you said as you squeezed his arm with a smile. 

Your fingers ran up and down his shoulders and biceps. They made their way to his neck and collarbone in soothing circular motions, your fingertips leaving indents on his skin through his shirt. Hard muscles tensed and relaxed under your touch, but you could feel jerks beneath you. The simplest actions made his chest tremble and his cock twitch. He hid it by squeezing his legs and hoped you didn’t notice.

You could smell him. Whiffs of the same sweet fabric softener mixed with an expensive cologne entered your nose, but a certain masculine musk was mixed in. You could tell it apart from sweat. You looked down at him and noticed the surprisingly large imprint in his shorts. That’s when it hit you. It was—

“Y/N, I have something to tell you.”

Any further thoughts scurried away to the back of your brain at his sudden serious tone. You were about to ask if it was about the massage but he sounded firm with himself.

“I’m sure you can tell by now, but I’ll be upfront about it.”

Changbin inhaled and exhaled. An air of peace surrounded the both of you.

“I have feelings for you. I’ve thought about it and…I really do like you.”

You were taken aback. You saw it coming, but you still shook your head to check if this was real. You’ve heard the same set of words before from other people but none of them hit quite like this. Confessions coming from your clients were the least of what you expected, but it was a welcome surprise. 

“You don’t have to reciprocate, I just wanted to let you know that.”

Maybe he took the opportunity that he was facing away from you, but you turned to the side to see his face. It was only then that you saw him, face flushed all over, eyes shining, skin glistening with sweat and some sort of handsome glow. The both of you basked in each other’s presence and waited patiently.

“Changbin…”

Time seemed to halt and you felt your heart floating at your own words.

“I know, it’s a lot. I’m sorry I—”

“No, Bin, I like you too.”

Changbin’s gaze at you impossibly softened more as he stood up. He inched closer to you, taking in your beauty as if you were an apparition.

He brought his hands next to your face, hesitating. “May I?”

At this point, you could only think with your heart and your core. He looked insatiable, lovely, and pretty. You were all sorts of beautiful and handsome to him too at that moment. Neither of you could hold yourselves back. You thought he was being impossibly polite for not kissing you on the spot, so that’s what you did.

You held his hand next to your cheek and cupped his face with your other, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.

His eyes grew wide before closing slowly. The both of you took your time, relishing in the softness of both of your lips, pouting into each other and pressing the flesh as if you both got a taste of heaven for the first time.

You pulled away and your foreheads pressed against each other while the tips of your noses clashed adorably between your faces. He softly smiled and you mirrored him before diving in for another kiss.

Lightning cracked within you. As you kissed, your arms roamed around his body, your hands snaking his hips, and you pulled him closer with gentle force. Your tongue darted out mid-kiss and started licking his lips as if you lost control. He tasted so sweet even if he seemed so shocked.

“Ah!”

An adorable moan escaped his throat and fire erupted within your core.

“I like you too,” you said, “but I need you.”

Sparks made their way to both of your crotches. Hands trailed to your waist while yours pulled on his hips. Changbin grunted at the feeling of his plush flesh being held firmly, making you squeeze your fingertips.

“Fuck, I need you too.” Changbin whimpered slightly. Without thinking of it, your fingers danced their way up his sides and pulled slightly on his shirt, making their way over his chest. Your fingers circled his hardened nipples. He struggled to continue. “I’ve…been needing you since day one.”

“Since the first session?”

“Since we first met.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and slid your tongue on his adam’s apple in one quick motion. “How did you hold back for so long?” Changbin asked, attempting to ground himself by asking you more questions instead of moaning.

“How did you?”

“Can’t you tell I couldn’t?” He said, eyeing down at himself through a half-lidded stare.

You chuckled. “Need help with it?”

“Please, Y/N,” Changbin pleaded, his voice betraying him, lacing his words with desperation.

Without another word, your arm darted and pulled down on his shorts, instantly exposing his lower half. His underwear was thankfully cooperating; the waistband snapped around his thighs as your hands released from the swift motion, eliciting a very loud moan from Changbin.

His cock surprised you. It wasn’t the lengthiest, but it grew in size ever since you discovered the dick print earlier. What he lacked in length, he made in sheer girth. It was thick, so much so that it looked heavy. It was heavy: the moment you held it, your fingers struggled to wrap around him, and your hand nearly slipped from failing to lift it.

Training yourself to hold the bars on barbells clearly didn’t train you enough to hold his dick properly.

“What a big boy,” you muttered.

“I-I’m not, really.”

“You are. I bet I can’t fit you.”

Before he even got the chance to protest, he watched you prove yourself right by getting on your knees and taking him in your mouth. Your lips only managed to fit around his tip. You would go deeper, but his girth filled your mouth so much and so fast.

The sudden actions left Changbin struggling to keep himself steady. You circled an arm around his waist, nonverbally telling him to sit himself down. He got distracted by the firm flex of your arm before following, slowly sitting down.

What he didn’t expect, though, was allowing you to swing his leg over your shoulder as you took more of his cock in your mouth. Not long after, he felt something foreign prodding at him. 

The additional contact only piled onto the pleasure so he didn’t dare try to stop it. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, focusing on the sensations of your tongue circling his tip and your hand building up the pace. It was only when you paused and spoke that he finally decided to look at you.

“Is this alright?”

Peering down at you left him speechless.

A finger teased his ass and made its way around the rim of his hole. As he stared at it, letting drool pool under his tongue, you looked up at him with swollen lips. 

“W-Want it. Need it.” He gave you the same look that he flashed your way when you teased him earlier. From that alone, you knew he could take it.

You pressed your tongue against his rim for a moment, lubing it up before pressing a digit onto him. “Done this before?”

“No. Never,” Changbin huffed. “F-Feels so—Ah!”

Before he could say anything more, you stuck a finger inside him. Shockwaves rippled across his body, sensations and stings he’s never felt starting to bite him everywhere.

Your finger slid into him slowly. It stretched his walls which were tight yet somehow clean and wet. It left you to wonder if he at least prepared himself for something like this even if he’s never tried it. He writhed under you until the discomfort left him, whispering for you to keep going.

You added another finger in. You started curling them. It hit his sweet spot, causing him to groan out your name and flinch all over. Pleasure and ecstasy were the only things he felt and the only other word he could mutter was your name.

“It’s so fucking g-good.”

“And you’re so good. Taking me so well. Such a pretty boy.” The praises became addicting to him, causing him to push his hips and rut against your fingers, chasing a high.

“Fuck. So, so—ah—so good.”

“You like this, don’t you?” You responded to his mumbling with a smirk.

“Love it.” He breathed out. “Love it—ah—love you. Y/N, I love you so m-much.”

Changbin could only manage to repeat the same thing over and over, his mind fogging with nothing but arousal as he melted under your touch. He didn’t just want your lips on his, he didn’t just want your fingers in him, he didn’t merely want his cock inside you. He needed you, all of you, your sex, your self, and more; he just couldn’t say it clearly when your fingers curled against his prostate.

Eventually, the cock in your mouth twitched. That was a telltale sign that he was about to finish. Changbin patted your head and signaled you to stop.

“I-I don’t wanna cum yet.”

Your lips popped off his cock as you looked up at him. “Hmm? Why?”

The sight of you like this drove his mind until it went hazy. With vision blurring in pure ecstasy, words blending, he felt like he was losing himself under you. “Need…need to f-fuck…”

“Too much? We can stop—”

“No. No, don’t stop,” he whined. “I just—please, Y/N, I need to fuck you. Bad.”

Practically pleading, he pulled you up off your knees by wrapping strong hands around your biceps and mindlessly licked a stripe across your lips. You pulled away from the wet kiss to find his face flushed impossibly deeper and his cheeks puffed up. His mouth was trembling and he seemed to not be able to speak any further.

“Going dumb for me, Binnie?”

“Mhm,” Changbin nodded, not denying—no, not even processing what you had just told him. You brought your hand up to cup his face, only to be shocked when he immediately nuzzled against it.

“How pathetic. We’ve barely fucked and you went dumb over two fingers?” You brought up the fingers that entered him earlier, showing the wetness to him. 

He whined, sweet vowels of no words squeaking out of him. After shying away, he looked back at the digits and brought them to his mouth.

You were speechless at his neediness. You watched him blissfully suck on them before he pulled away and mumbled. “Want more.”

You smiled at him and pecked his cheek. The following gestures happened in a flash, and you had yourselves fully exposed to each other. Blinking eyes at your figure, Changbin was legitimately drooling in awe of your figure, tears stinging his eyes at your beauty.

“Pretty…”

“Thank you,” you giggled, wiggling your ass in front of him until your cheeks made contact with his V-line. 

You suddenly had an idea. Like earlier, it would be fun to safely challenge him while he’s in a cute headspace. “You lifted weights that were exactly my weight, right?”

“Mhm. Yes Y/N.”

“Prove to me that you can actually do it.” You traced his jaw, feeling his figure from behind your body, watching him with nothing but touches. 

“Fuck me while carrying me, Binnie.”

It ignited something within him because he instantly lifted you off the floor with ease. Teasing your fleshy, wet entrance with free fingers, he aligned your hole with his cock. As the sensations of having your heat held by Changbin, he sank you onto him. 

He started thrusting into you after a minute of adjusting. “Am I—fuck! Am I heavy? Light?”

“No, no, just right. So g-good.” Changbin kissed your neck, thrusting out of you before digging himself further inside. “Wanna—ah! Wanna fuck you f-forever.”

“Changbin,” you breathed out. “Arms…around me.”

You pointed to the general area of your neck and shoulders. The signal left Changbin in disbelief for a second. Complying was easy for him but he still felt nervous. He didn’t want to suffocate you but he was also chasing your praise. Wordlessly, he swung an arm across your neck and latched his hand on your chest, allowing you room to breathe as he squeezed tight. You were in a literal headlock; a fantasy you never realized would come true.

He didn’t expect the position to make his job easier. It allowed him to piston into you with force while kissing and marking up the side of your neck that wasn’t being squeezed by the meat of pure muscle. You could hear his extremely loud moans better in one ear while the other half of your face was being massaged by flexing skin. Thankfully, the man — who you’d forgotten was your professional gym buddy — was careful enough, pecking you every once in a while, syncing his breaths with yours to check if you were okay.

The thrusts became erratic and your bodies heated each other every time you both made contact. He reached down to touch and tease your heat while you leaned back to hold and squeeze his ass cheeks as much as you could. He moaned louder and started shaking as you groped him harder. You felt his hardness drilling into you, leaving you wetter than ever.

He couldn’t stop whining. Changbin never intended to make so many restrained noises slip in the gym. He whined almost the same way he did each time you teased him as he lifted weights. It was the same, high-pitched, unbelievably sweet plea that escaped his throat with a tremble at the end. This time, however, it was louder, needier, more shameless, and more desperate. This time, there was no restraint. There was no point in holding back anymore.

You could almost taste heaven, and you called out his name over and over, signaling your need to finish.

“C-close—cumming,” he whined. His cock started to feel firmer as it pounded you. “Cumming, I’m cumming, I-I can’t…”

The both of you could feel each other get wetter and wetter. Your walls clenched and unclenched around him, trapping him inside you, urging him to finish with you.

“Let go, Binnie, c-cum for me. It’s okay. Cum with me.”

“Ah—thank you!”

After a few thorough, full, and harsh thrusts, Changbin sank himself deep within you one last time and came inside as you creamed all over him as well. Both of your voices were strained especially after screaming in unison as you finished.

It took a while to ground yourselves back to reality, but it was worth the effort.

You both cleaned yourselves up as you gave Changbin an actual massage in the restroom. Fingers in the ass felt good but left him relearning how to stand on his own. Without your assistance, he wouldn’t know how he’d make it out of the bathroom. He also gave you rubs around the skin he squeezed and thrust onto. Giggles and kisses here and there against running water felt calming and domestic. The both of you put your extra clothes on and sat yourselves down on the same bench. 

After packing your things, you realized how fucked out he still looked. He looked pretty with his cheeks puffed out, eyes still glossy, and lips parted as they were tinted with your love earlier. Though he’s cute this way, he still seemed so tired, neck hunched as if his previous horny thoughts weighed his head down. You naturally felt bad so you silently patted your shoulder. Your signal urged him to inch closer and collapse his head beside your collarbone.

“Again, thank you,” Changbin said with a shy smile. “Didn’t expect this, but seriously, thank you.”

“No worries. I’m always happy to help you.”

He shook his head at your response. “Uhm…this…this will—this is going to sound—well…” Changbin stuttered as he fidgeted with his flushed hands. “I don’t mean to be rude so I wanted to ask…”

He was a stammering mess. He thought his words over for a second before lifting his head a little higher. “Could we…hang out sometime? I just…I want to spend more time with you, is all.”

Your eyes lit up at his words. “Oh, of course, sure!” 

“Oh, hah, okay. Thank you. I just wanted to be sure, I didn’t want to make it seem like…I only see you like this. I-I don’t. I really like you—I really love you. I’d love to know you better outside of this.”

As the words escaped his mouth, the confident and bright Leo man that you admired seemed to reemerge before you. You have to admit: despite everything, Changbin’s one hell of a respectful, wonderful gentleman. Clarifying that he wasn’t objectifying you should be the bare minimum, but you could sense within his intentions that he means it and more.

“No need to sweat it, Binnie,” you responded, making him blush again.

“Really?” Changbin jokingly wiped the sweat off his forehead, making the both of you giggle. The air was warm but the energy you two shared was chill at the same time.

“Really, though. I appreciate it. I’d love to know you better, too.” You pressed a kiss on his temple, reheating his cheeks.

The both of you exited the gym with your hands interlocked. He smelled like sex, shampoo, and you, but who gives a fuck?

You never really expected your client, the one and only Seo Changbin, to be your boyfriend after five sessions alone.

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"was this your idea?" he speaks into the darkness, guessing based on stories he'd heard that someone's here with him. his voice breaks as the words pass his lips, his throat nearly burning as it's so dry. "this is your plan to get intel, isn't it?" he goes quiet as he tries again on his ropes, although it's futile. "whoever the fuck you are, you won't get anything out of me."

the silence that answers him makes his ears ring. without cause, his heart skips a beat before it picks up pace. someone's right in front of him. he can feel it; he just can't see them. doesn't know what kind of threat they pose. it makes his skin break into goosebumps.

he tries to ignore the strange feeling rising in his chest and looks down at the knots tied over his stomach, assuming the knots would be the same everywhere and looking for a weak point. he mutters a quiet 'fuck' under his breath when he feels stinging in his wrists; he's broken skin.

he pauses when he hears footsteps closing in. lifting his head, hyunjin sees you — whoever you are. he doesn't recognize you, which is odd considering he knows exactly why he's here.

he sighs. "finally. hi," he offers faux-politely, a sarcastic edge to his words.

you raise a brow and let out a small laugh. "hello."

"so," he starts, looking around the dark room. "what is this?"

"it's you, tied to a chair."

"i see that," he says. "let me guess, you're with lim?"

your lips curl into a small smile as you lean down a little closer to take a look at the mask adorning his face. it's an off-white color, angel wings engraved on the cheekbones of the skull shape.

"sure, you could say that."

"mmh, i see. well… you can tell your boss to go fuck himself." hyunjin huffs and shifts his shoulders back. "you will never get anything out of me. you hear me?"

"hmm… promise?" you ask. hyunjin hears an odd tone in your voice but chooses to ignore it.

he scoffs. "whatever you do, no worry, i can take that pain."

"oh, i'm sure of it," you say condescendingly, standing up straight to traipse around behind him. he can't see you now, and it makes him more nervous than it should.

"i've been down this road before," he says, almost too confidently. "might as well put a bullet in my brain now."

you chuckle. "i'm sure you'd like that, the easy way out." he feels you lean down close to his ear, and you let out a soft laugh. "pathetic how you're trying to take that route after you were so sure of yourself," you whisper.

hyunjin ignores your taunts.

"you think you can break me?" he asks, shaking his head. "mmh… i don't know about that." you walk back to stand in front of him as he talks, listening to his words carefully. "but it's funny that you would think that."

you lean down, your face right in front of his. your fingers dance along the edge of his mask, your eyes following the curve of the skull before you look into his eyes. when you tug gently on his face cover he takes a sharp breath through his teeth.

"getting a bit close, are we?" he asks, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice.

you smile. it's almost too sweet for the situation you're in, and it's unsettling to hyunjin in more ways than one.

"you're lucky you know how to tie a knot," he whispers.

you straighten your back before delivering a sharp punch to his jaw. he lets out a grunt, and just an instant later he hears the clattering of plastic on the cement floor — his mask's band has broken. the only thing covering his face now is the ski mask he wears underneath.

another blow comes not long after the first and hyunjin lets out a groan before muttering fuck under his breath again.

you pull your knife from its holster on your hip and switch the blade free, the clicking making hyunjin's eyes turn immediately to meet yours. he lets out a strained laugh.

"yeah? what is it you're planning to do?" he breathes heavily as he looks up at you. "death by a thousand cuts?" he laughs. his brain feels fuzzy, the impact of your punches more than any hit had been in times passed.

"i promise you," you begin, placing a hand on each arm of his chair and leaning close to his face. "there's more where that came from."

he sucks in a breath, shaking his head doubtfully. "i don't know; kinda seems like you're making this up as you go."

you know he's just taunting you, and you let him. he's fighting for dominance he doesn't have in a battle he's already lost.

"do i need to repeat myself? you will get nothing out of me today."

"is that so?" you ask, tilting your head. he nods. you laugh, backing away from his chair as you put your knife away. "mmh, still…" you slip your finger underneath the fabric of his ski mask. "let's get this out of the way, shall we?" hyunjin's breath hitches in his throat at the feeling of your skin on his.

you pull the mask back agonizingly slowly, revealing his features one by one. once the mask slips off completely you throw it to the side, and it slides to a stop next to his skull mask.

"such a pretty face," you coo mockingly. "what a waste." the words pass your lips just before you raise your hand to wrap around his throat.

he doesn't try to hold back the sounds of his hindered breathing under your grip. he lets out a growl-like noise and a chuckle between gasps, doing his best to provoke you even when he's unable to breathe.

when your hand falls from his throat again he takes in a deep breath, groaning at the sharp pains in the sides of his neck. your fingers had dug in deeper than he thought, and he swears he feels blood trickling down his neck.

he lets out a whimper before he speaks.

"i swear to god, as soon as i'm out of these, you're gonna regret that."

you smirk, pulling your blade out again and taking a swipe at his cheek. now he's sure that there's blood, and he gasps as you cut him.

he chuckles and does his best to ignore how his cheek burns.

"you seem oddly confident," he states.

"i could say the same about you," you retort.

he laughs to himself. "and why's that?"

"i've broken hundreds before you."

"sounds like you're all bark no bite." hyunjin hates that you can see his face because he's sure his pupils are blown and his face is red. "you're just a scared amateur, a little gi—"

his words are cut off when you deliver a slap to the place you've just cut him. he lets out a gasp followed by a whimper, but he tries his best to stay quiet and takes in a deep, shaking breath.

you get close to his face again, gripping his jaw and looking him over. his skin is beginning to turn red in the shape of your hand, his skin broken in places you hadn't realized you'd hit him.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"examining," you say simply.

"examining what?" he scoffs, staring into your eyes as you look him over. your gaze falls to his neck and he realizes he can't see your other hand, but it's too late — a needle slides quickly into his skin, and a cold fluid rushes into his veins when you slide the plunger down its tube.

"…what did you just do?" he asks.

you ignore his question. "i'm asking, nicely; last chance. tell me where they are," you tease, still holding onto his jaw.

he hates the way you say it but he can't help it: "fuck. you."

you smile as you toss the needle into the dark abyss behind hyunjin's chair, listening to him ramble.

"like i told you. like i keep telling you — you'll get nothing, nothing from me. so no matter wh…" his voice trails off and his words slur. he tries to shake it off, starting over. "no matter w… wh-wha—" his vision begins to blur and he feels like the room is spinning. "n-no matter what you d…do," he forces out, "y-you…"

hyunjin lets out a whimper as he tries to look you in the eye, barely capable of controlling the way his eyes keep rolling back.

"wh-what… what d'you do?" he asks, his voice soft. his breathing shakes as he looks down at his lap, trying to ground himself — maybe he's just dizzy. but the aching in the side of his neck screams at him, and there's a voice in his head telling him to go, run, run far away. but he can't. even if he wasn't tied up, he wouldn't be able to go five feet without collapsing.

you stare down at him wordlessly, watching his gaze drift from place to place as it hits what you've done.

"wh…what did you just give me?" he slurs, letting out soft whimpers instead of regular breaths.

"hmm… truth serum." your lips curl into a barely-there smile, and he squints at you.

"th-that shit doesn't exist," he says. he whines at the pain, suddenly amplified infinitely by the drug coursing through his body. you let him question himself, softly muttering messy words under his breath as he tries to decipher the situation at hand.

"y-you won't get it out of me," he nearly mewls. "i won't tell you."

you grab his jaw gently and make him look at you.

"mm-mm," he whines weakly, shaking his head as his eyelids drift shut momentarily. "n-no—"

another slap to his face. he can't even try to hold in the cry of pain, but it gets cut off by your hand wrapping around his throat again.

"i-i won't," he forces out through his dizziness. you simply smile down at him, watching the way his eyes close and snap open repeatedly.

you pull your hand off of him, and he takes in ragged breaths.

"f-fu… f…" hyunjin can't even form the two words he's been throwing at you consistently since he'd woken up. he swallows thickly and looks up into your eyes, his pupils blown so much you can hardly see the color in his eye.

"where are they?" you ask softly.

"y-you want mm…me to tell you. but i-i'll, nev…never tell." he whimpers again. "y-you won't get anything out of me," he slurs, repeating the words over and over until he seems to fall into a momentary daze. his eyes skip over your face as he tries to ground himself again. "i won't t-tell you anyth…thing,"

more whimpers and failed attempts at speaking pass his lips. you take hold of his jaw again and make him look at you.

"just hope the side effects work how i want them to," you state, your voice gentle. he's so out of it that you need to talk down to him for him to understand anything coming out of your mouth.

"s-side effects?" panic rises in his chest. "wh…what side effects?"

"it's had a history of… causing a certain kind of reaction," you smirk, glancing down into his lap. he picks up on your implication and laughs weakly.

"s-so that's your plan? make a h-h…half-assed play, work up my l-lust and desire, thinking i'll tell y…you whatever you want? j-just because your little serum here has got me a l-little excited?"

you smile a little, nodding. "pretty much."

"n-no," he mutters. "n…no, no no no no no…" his voice trails off into silence as his words slur from his mouth. when he snaps back he glares into your eyes as best he can. "you underestimate m-me. you will not get anything… out of me."

"mmh, we'll see about that." you release his jaw and sink onto your knees, reaching for the buckle of his belt. you undo the clasp and unzip his jeans, noticing that he's already getting hard. when you pull his cock free of his boxers he whimpers, your skin warm on his. as he watches you tug his jeans off, his mind fills with a race of thoughts; he needs to leave, he needs to cum, he needs to get out.

"wh…what're you doing?" hyunjin asks quietly. "s-stop." you don't acknowledge his words, instead holding eye contact and slowly moving to jerk him off.

he bites his lip and throws his head back, letting his soft moans and whimpers out freely. every movement makes his cock throb, his head spinning with pleasure already.

"yeah? y-you think i'll break? y…you think so?" his face is red, burning at the sight of you touching him. it feels so good — every sensation is amplified tenfold with the drug swirling around in his brain, both pain and pleasure.

he moans under your touch, over and over, weaker and weaker each time. he lets out a quivering breath.

"come and f-fucking try it." he's trying so hard to be strong, and it's hardly working; he knows that. but he knows if he can resist, just keep his mouth shut… sooner or later you'll let him go. or kill him, whichever you decide fits your plan at the time.

you run your thumb over the tip of his cock and gather the bead of precum that's formed there, using it to lubricate the way you touch him. he lets out a cry of pleasure at the feeling of you touching his most sensitive parts, but he refuses to fold.

"n-nothing," he says, "nothing you do w…will ever make me. mm-mm," he hums, shaking his head weakly.

you move your hand faster, just a bit to drive him crazy. every whimper encourages you, pushing you deeper into this mindset you've fallen into. part of you isn't in it for the mission anymore; he just looks so pretty like this, barely coherent with his cock throbbing for you.

"so cute," you mutter. it's almost against your will the way it falls from your lips — ironic. he lets out a loud whine at your praise, closing his eyes tightly. you can see his core tightening as he tries to thrust into your hand, but his restraints won't let him.

he breathes heavily, shaking his head mindlessly as he refuses things you're not asking for.

"f…fuck, fuck. please—" he moans, doing his best to hold back the words pushing at his throat. "i-its gonna take much more than th-that."

"oh, i'm sure," you coo. every teasing word makes hyunjin's cock throb and he throws his head back, crying out at the sensations running through his body.

"mm-mm," he hums, letting out an empty-minded giggle. "n-no, mm-mm… g-god, fuck—" his voice breaks as he whines, swallowing hard. "f-fuck you, fuck… fuck you fuckyou fuckyou… f-fuck." every word makes him fall apart more and more, his voice cracking. his lower lip slides between his teeth as his eyes roll back.

you move your hand even faster, letting him whine and whimper.

"mm, f-fuck," he forces out, closing his eyes tightly. he shakes his head again; no, you can't win. you won't — he won't let you.

but he's falling apart under your touch, and he knows it. you somehow know exactly what to do to get him to break, pleasuring him beyond belief as his head spins.

"oh, g-god, please…"

"you love this, don't you," you ask softly. he tries to shake his head but his body won't let him, and he nods without hesitation.

"y-your h…hand, fuck— i'm gonna cum," he whispers. he wants to beg, plead; please, more. but he can't form coherent thoughts as an orgasm tightens in his abdomen.

you speed up your hand just enough to bring him to the edge of orgasm before you pull your hand away, watching as he twitches against his ropes. his cock throbs and precum leaks out of his cock, running down his shaft slowly. he takes in a sharp breath through his teeth at the loss of contact; he was so close that he can almost feel his cum built up in his cock, just needing a tiny bit of pressure to let him finish.

"y-you're fucking…" he lets out giggles that turn into cries, hurting so good, desperate for an orgasm. he can feel it slipping away from him, fading from a pending action to just a thought. his head falls back and his chest heaves harshly as he takes in deep breaths. "mm-mm," he hums. "no no no…" you run your thumb over the head of his cock softly, focusing on the spot that'd made him quiver earlier.

he cries out, tears forming in his eyes as he looks down at you. flustered laughs pass his lips as he tries to thrust up into your fist, part of him wants you to stop — he's so overstimulated that his mind is barely present anymore — and the other part wants you to keep going. it feels so good he thinks he's going crazy, fucked out, and dizzy.

"w-won't tell," he whimpers.

"i'll just keep edging you then," you say.

"n-no, please—" he interrupts himself with a loud moan as you move your hand up and down his cock again, less and less friction as his precum drips down his shaft to lubricate your movements. "f..fuck, fuck…" his voice turns from loud moans to soft, broken whimpers. they're high-pitched as he mixes in mutters of 'fuck' and 'please'.

you can tell he's about to cum again with the way he twitches and you stop again, pulling away and resting your hand on his thigh. he almost growls at the loss of sensation, and he looks up at the ceiling, a pained smile on his lips.

you rub soft circles into the skin through his jeans, and somehow the sensation is enough to make him whimper.

"y-you're the worst."

"is that so?" hyunjin's eyes widen when he sees you move your hand under your mouth, letting saliva roll off of your tongue into your palm. "what about if i give the opposite, hm?"

"n-no, wait, please—" you wrap your hand around his cock again, moving at a pace fast enough to bring him close but too slow to push him over the edge.

"doing so good for me," you whisper.

he nods eagerly, unable to meet your eyes as you touch him. you smile at the way he's crumbling; he's easier than you thought.

"n-no, please, please please please…" more moans, breaking through his pleads, showing that no matter how much he denies it, he's loving this. "f-fuck, p…please, more— faster, faster please," he whines, curling into himself as best he can.

"gonna cum, darling?"

he lets out a shaking breath, "y-yes, p…please, fuck." you do as he asks, speeding up your movements, and you watch as tears roll down his face. "please please please, fuck, d-don't stop."

he whimpers, pleading and begging under his breath.

"pretty boy," you say softly. he lets out a cry and throws his head back, nodding urgently.

"please please please, fuck— g…god i'm cumming," hyunjin's voice cracks as his cock twitches in your hand, his body quivering against his restraints. cum spurts out of his cock, messing up his shirt. the flow trickles to a stop and it runs down your hand, dripping onto his jeans.

but you don't let up. you keep jerking him off, and he whines.

"p-please, stop, stop stop…"

you tilt your head, faking a sympathetic look. "oh, but you wanted to cum so badly baby." he moans louder and louder with every movement, his cock still hard but so overstimulated it's making his head hurt. he continues to mutter stop under his breath, over and over, stumbling over his words.

"w…wait wait, please, fuck—" another moan, broken and shaky, before he growls under his breath. "f-fuck you," he whines, hardly able to force the words out as he cries from overstimulation.

he swears under his breath over and over, groaning and letting out nearly painful laughs of exasperation.

"i-i'm gonna cum," he cries. he twitches again just like before, gasping deeply. he lets out a string of profanities and whimpers in the same breath, feeling the air run out in his chest but forcing through the strain.

he coughs as he inhales again.

"cum for me."

it's just what he needs to push him over, and he quivers under his ropes as he cums again. his orgasm washes over him and his eyes roll back.

but again… you don't stop. he's so overstimulated that it hurts; pain, not pleasure. his head spins and he shakes his head, trying to pull away.

"stop, stop stop please, i-i'll tell you, please just stop—" he cries, his chin to his chest as he tries to get away from you. you slow your hand to a stop and pull it away, resting your hand again on his thigh.

your thumb rubs on his skin softly, more giving yourself a distraction from edging him than calming him. he does his best to catch his breath. he breathes nervously, looking at you with tear streaks on his face.

"bahng's plan," he forces out, "is to visit lim's mother, in the dead of night—"

a slap to his face. not as hard as you'd been before, but still enough to sting overwhelmingly under the effects of the drug. and again, your hand wraps around his throat, cutting off his oxygen. his head spins as he struggles.

he's lied to you, not that you're surprised.

when his shoulders start to shake, attempting to move away, you let him go.

he lets his head fall to his chest as he takes in deep breaths, exhaling them as laughs.

"told you it wasn't gonna be that fucking easy," hyunjin snaps. he feels victorious for some odd reason. you're not sure why; it's not like he's free. he's still tied up, entirely trapped at your disposal.

but you're not having it.

you wrap your hand softly around his cock, without moving.

he's confused, and he's not sure if he wants you to get off of him or to keep touching him.

you look up at him, a soft smile on your face, before you place your thumb against his frenulum.

"wh-what are you—" he cries out again when you rub against the tight tissue softly. shocks of pleasure rush through his chest, making him whine and quiver. you can tell how much he's enjoying it, despite his best efforts to hide it.

"you're gonna tell me."

"f-fuck, more, please—" he moans, broken whimpers falling from his lips.

"i'll get you to, one way or another." he shakes his head, desperately trying to get away.

"y-you can't, i don't wanna… no, n-no no no no no…" you work your fingers in the same pattern, over and over, driving him insane.

"come on," you encourage, "tell me, darling."

"th-there… there's a stash house," hyunjin whines. he can feel an orgasm building but he tries to push it down, forcing out the words so you'll let up. "s..stash house on 41st—" he pauses to moan, his voice breaking "—a-and young. it's where he… they keep all of th-their shit there."

he's not done. you can tell by the way his lips quiver, trying to form words. you speed up your movements and he moans loudly, his chest heaving as he takes in deep breaths.

"he plans o-on moving in on y…your boss." he needs to take a moment from talking, letting himself whine and shake as he tries to catch his breath. "on monday," he manages to say. "fuck, f…fuck, please, i'm s-so hard, please… m-more, please, i told you what you wanted to know, please—" you finally let up on his frenulum, instead moving to jerk him off again.

"mmh, good boy," you coo.

"n-no, stop, please—"

"shh," you say softly.

"please, it hurts," he whines, shaking. you smile softly at his pretty noises, watching him nod his head. "right there right there right there, please…"

you know what he means, and you move your other hand to rub on his sensitive spot. the combination of stimulation on his cock and his tip makes him moan so loud it's nearly a scream.

"please, anything you want, i'll do a-anything you want, please, i-i'll tell you, just please—" you don't stop, and he hates it; he wants to cum so desperately but you're doing just enough to edge him, and it's unfair. "i-i promise, i promise, please…" he's not just whimpering anymore; he's crying. he's never been so desperate before.

you pull your hands away from him and he shakes his head, whining. that's not the right solution; not what he wanted.

his cock rests against his stomach, pulsating. the fabric of his t-shirt is nearly enough to make him cum. he's sure that if he could just move his hips a little more, he could thrust against himself and cum.

"please, please, please…" he whimpers, his mind failing him; all he can do is beg now, broken beyond fixing.

you smile, standing up from the floor. you realize then that your knees are sore but you ignore it, placing your hand under his jaw. you make him look up at you.

tears slip down his face, his cheeks red, his lip swollen from how he'd been biting it.

"f-fuck… you're beautiful," hyunjin whispers. in the back of your mind, a tiny voice tells you that you've done it; he's broken. completely, utterly ruined. just for you. "you're… you're amazing, 'n' y-you're gorgeous, fuck— i-i'm sorry, s-sorry i-i should've told you f-from the beginning, should've t-told you when you asked, 'm sorry—"

you interrupt him, leaning close and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips; he returns the kiss needily. he pushes himself into you as much as he can, desperate for any contact. but when you pull away he notices that you're no longer wearing your jeans, instead only in your t-shirt.

he whimpers when you climb into his lap, your entrance hovering just over his cock. he tries to thrust up into you, his abs clenching visibly under his tight t-shirt.

"look at you," you tease, "such a needy little thing,"

he nods his head, his eyelids heavy. "n-need you," he whispers.

"yeah?"

he should've thought that through.

you lower yourself down onto his cock painfully slowly, and he cries out.

"w-wait, please, please—"

"shh, you're okay," you say softly. he shakes his head, resting his forehead against your chest. loud moans fall from his lips when you lift yourself slowly up before sinking back down.

"please, o-oh my god, y-yes, please," he mumbles.

"you're doing so good for me," you praise, lifting his face with your finger to look up at you. his eyes split open and you notice the tears beading in his eyes; he's about to break.

"f-feels so f…fucking good, don't stop, please—" his words turn into incoherent giggles mixed with whimpers as you ride him slowly, careful not to move too fast.

"don't cum until i say you can," you tell him. he pouts, continuing to whine and beg.

"please," he begs, tears rolling down his cheeks. his shoulders shake as he cries, edged so bad that it hurts. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, please… th-there's a safe house, i-i can tell you where… i-it's where they're hiding—" he has to pause to catch his breath, taking in a deep breath and letting out loud whines. "i-i'll tell you anything, just please, please keep going, please keep fucking going…"

you smirk, proud that he's given you more information. but at this point your mission meant nothing to you; all you wanted was him.

"good boy," you praise quietly. he nods desperately, wanting so badly to touch you, wrap his arms around you while you use him so you can't leave.

"p-please, i'm gonna cum, please, i-i'm sorry— i-i'll promise you anything, anything you want, anything. i'll tell you anything you want just please d-don't stop—" he interrupts himself with a loud moan.

"cum for me," you say. that's all he needs, and he's shaking again, quivering underneath you as you ride him. you can feel his cum pouring into you as you listen to him whimper and cry. before long he's shaking his head, looking up at you as more tears run down his face.

"s…stop, please, s-stop stop please, i'm fucking s-sensitive, please," he whines, continuing to whisper profanities under his breath. he can barely keep his eyes open, trying to hide from how good it feels but how painful it is.

but suddenly he's nodding, begging for you to keep going; he's about to cum again.

"f-fuck, fuck— i'm close, please, please don't stop please…" you lean to kiss his neck, biting at the skin hard enough that you're sure it'll bruise.

"you're taking it so well, darling," you whisper into his ear. before long, you're about to cum, and you start clenching around his cock as your orgasm approaches.

"w-wanna cum, please," hyunjin pleads.

"cum with me, angel," you order him. he nods quickly, throbbing inside of you. you bounce on his cock faster, trying to bring yourself to the edge faster to give him some pity. you've been tormenting him for hours now; he's been mostly obedient and deserves some reward.

"c-cum, please, pl—" you interrupt his words with a moan, throwing your head back as you slow your hips. the feeling of you cumming on his cock pushes him over the edge and he shakes almost violently underneath you, resting his head on your chest again as he cums inside of you.

he continues to tremble and whimper even after you stop moving. you let him relax on your chest, catching his breath. you run your fingers through his hair, trying to help him down from his almost constant chain of orgasms.

you move to lift yourself off of his cock and his head shoots up, tears in his eyes; those aren't from overstimulation.

"w-wait, please don't leave, don't leave me, please—"

"shh, relax darling. you're okay," you say quietly. "i'm right here."

that's when it truly hits you — he's yours now. he didn't care that you were the enemy; you'd broken him so well that you'd be it, forever.

you reach slowly behind him, your fingers grazing the rope holding his hands together. you can see his fingers twitching. it occurs to you that he hasn't touched you at all, and your heart aches just a bit for him. he's been so desperate for so long and he hasn't been able to touch you.

poor thing.

you gently untie the knot, careful not to rub against his already reddened wrists. the second his hands are free he wraps his arms around you, holding you as close to himself as he can.

"son't go, p-please," he whispers. you hug him close, kissing him softly at the crook of his neck.

"you did so good, baby." he hugs you tighter when you say this, sniffling into your shirt. "let me see your wrists," you say gently, pulling out of the hug.

he offers his hands to you and you take a closer look at him. his wrists are bright red, his skin broken enough in places that he's got scabs forming. his eyes flicker between his wrists and your face, watching you examine his condition.

"we'll need to take care of this," you say. his eyes widen at your words.

"y-you're not leaving me?"

you chew your lip in thought, knowing that there were only two options.

"you can either come back with me, and go through the process of proving you're not a roach, or…" you pause. you don't want to say it; it hurts your heart to even think about it.

"or what?" hyunjin asks, nervous about what you're going to say.

"you go back, and they… they probably kill you, for giving up intell."

his shoulders drop. it's not a hard choice; he knows that. he doesn't want to die now after he's found you — or rather, after you stole him. but he's scared to never go home, never see his friends again.

"i'll support you either way," you say, almost too quiet to hear. he knows you're lying; he can tell by the tone in your voice that you want him to stay, but it's his call.

"i wanna stay with you," he tells you. your lips curve into a smile and you lift your hands to cup his face softly, recalling the way you'd treated him hours ago when he'd first woken up. the cut on his cheek is scabbed over, but the blood that'd dripped from it was still on his face, dried and streaky from his tears.

"i promise i'll patch you up myself," you say, running your thumb softly over the cut. he winces; he's surely going to have bruising from your punches and a scar from the cut. as for the slaps… he still has your handprint glowing bright red on his cheek.

You never understood why you had to be the one locking yourself in a room as if you weren't the one paying rent, and out of the kindness of your heart, let your hobo brother freeload off you. He should've been the one staying in his room instead of hogging the living room with his loser friends, but alas, you took the the role of the older sister, and let the boy do his shenanigans (for as long as your patience can handle, which you now think won't be very long).

Today was one of those days where you got comfortable on your couch, every limb of your body relaxing, in your pajamas that consisted of a lousy tank top and shorts. You don’t get these days often, most of your time spent wearing ugly work pantsuits. But of course, the comfort doesn’t last long—all of a sudden, Beomgyu's yelling for you to go to your room because someone's coming over. Again.

You’re about to take your stance, because fuck that, but he pulls you up like the little bitch he is and pushes you into a room, shutting the door before you could say another word.

"Fuck you Beomgyu! I swear to fucking god I'll kick your ass to the curbs tomorrow!" you yell at the closed door.

"No you wouldn't!" he yells back, and you raise a trembling fist in the air as if he could see, gritting your teeth, but drop it when you realize the little damned troll was right. You wouldn't go through with your promise any time soon, let alone tomorrow— you coddled your little brother too much.

When you defeatedly turn around, you immediately notice he put you in the wrong room, which pisses you off more. His room. The place was gross, clothes you're sure haven't been washed in ages discarded all around the room. Mostly on the floor.

You tiptoe to the bed, trying to avoid as much of the dirty underwear and socks, hesitantly sitting on his bed as if it was infested with bugs. Which was likely.

What you usually spend your time doing at times like these is a mindless scroll through your social media, effectively ignoring the unread messages. But when you pat around for a feel of your phone, you find your pockets are empty. You throw your head back, groaning. You left it on the couch because of how haste Beomgyu was being.

Sometimes a nap would do when he took too long to call it a day with his friends. This time, you almost fall asleep staring at the poster on the ceiling, until you figure out the voices that transcended through your walls. It was only Beomgyu and Soobin today, which meant that this might take the entire day.

Fucking great.

"It's down the street, I think." you open a shut eye, eavesdropping in what your brother was saying. Were they finally leaving? "Wait, hold on, I'll come back."

It's silent until suddenly, the door's pushed open, Beomgyu poking his head in. His brows are furrowed, one of confusion, "Why're you in my room?" You want to yell he pushed you into his shit bedroom but he shakes his head quickly, cutting off your incoming scolding,  like he was in a hurry. "Ya noona, that local convenience store's still open right?"

You roll your eyes. "Lotte mart? That's not local."

He deadpans. One thing about younger siblings was that they are impatient little shits. "Yeah, it's still open." you reply.

Not even a thanks, and he's gone. Which you expected— the exact reason you lied. They closed the location a few weeks back. He'd have to walk to the other closest convenience store, which was at least an hour away.

Serves him right.

The moment you hear the door closing shut, you get up from the bed, immediately heading out of the suffocating bedroom, and head to the living room to retrieve your phone. You don’t expect to see Soobin still there, focused on his phone—assuming he was going to head out with Beomgyu.

He senses someone’s here, so curiously he looks up and meets your eyes, then his widen like he’s been caught doing something wrong.

“H-hi noona.” he quips.

You wave, giving him a quick smile– you definitely found him adorable …but you weren’t in the mood to get scolded by Beomgyu for talking to the boy. So you keep it short, walking to get your phone which rested on the arm rest to the right of Soobin.

“Hey Soobin. Just here to get my phone.”

He tucks his chin in at the proximity when you reach over him to grab your phone—you can even hear him gulp. Probably because your tits were hanging right in front of him. You give him a quick glance, tilting your head after you successfully retrieve your phone in hand.

Unfortunately, he was adamant on keeping his eyes on the TV screen, which had a game paused, so he practically stared into nothingness. You wish you had guys as cute as Soobin when you were attending college. Instead you were stuck with cocky frat boys who expected a fuck after getting you a shitty drink.

“You’re leaving?”

You halt before looking over your shoulder, “Yeah, taking a nap.”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah…um, goodnight—I mean, have a good sleep, or sorry, have a good nap.”

You break into a grin, nodding at the boy. What a loss that he just had to be friends with Beomgyu.

Your legs still midway into the narrow hallway.

You don't have to lock yourself in your room. Beomgyu was gone. In fact, he'll be gone for the next three hours and that wasn’t in account of his turtle-like pace, if your estimation was correct.

You’re a data analyst for a living, of course your estimation’s correct.

So, you go back, trace your steps, and make yourself comfortable. On your own couch, in your own apartment. It’s ridiculous how rare you got the chance to do just that.

Soobin doesn’t ask questions, but he does end up straightening his posture the moment you plop down next to him. “Can you pass me the remote?” You gesture towards it with your chin.

He nods, quickly getting it for you. You hesitantly take it from him, feeling bad. Poor boy, it’s like you were making him uncomfortable with your presence. So you give him a break, scooting away, making the gap between you both awkwardly big.

“You don’t mind me watching, right?” you look at his face for a response. You could totally drop your show if he didn’t want to sit through it– you wanted to give him the option. Though to be fair, knowing Soobin as much as you did (which was admittedly limited, but he was easy to read), you’re sure he’d let you watch even if he did mind.

Which is exactly what happens as he shakes his head, “No, no, it’s okay.” You peer at him before shrugging and opening Netflix.

Unfortunately, as much as you try your best to focus on the drama, Soobin’s polite posture and silence bothers you. Usually, whenever the rare occasion of bumping into Beomgyu’s friends in the hallway happens, they try to strike up a conversation. But Soobin was rather…modest. Too modest.

You pause the show.

“Soobin.” With his name called, he immediately looks over at you. “You know you can talk to me right? I'm not the evil witch my brother paints me as, I promise.”

His eyes are wide, waving his hand in denial, still as formal as ever. “No, it’s—it’s not like that Noona! I know. I know I can talk to you, I mean. Beomgyu tells me you’re nice.” You tilt your head– you doubt that was true.

But you don’t bother. “Oh. Okay, great!” you pull up your legs on the couch, turning your full body to face him. “So, tell me Soobin, are you an introvert?”

He seems startled, like he didn’t expect you to actually start a conversation but it doesn’t last long as he nods meekly. “Y-yeah, sort of.”

“Mm, makes sense. You don’t really make eye contact when talking.” The moment the realization hits Soobin, you huff out a laugh at how fast he turns his head to look at you, his ears noticeably red.

“S-sorry Noona.”

You click your tongue, a little disappointed at how he was still so formal with you. “You don’t have to be so formal, you know? I’m only like, three years older than you.” It takes him a few seconds before he nods, though you could tell by the appearance of a dimple, that he wasn’t going to let the formal language go.

Oh well. You’ll work with it. “So, Soobin. Question. How come you’re a completely different person when playing games? You’re loud, but when in a conversation, your voice is as soft as it can be humanely hearable.”

He’s noticeably embarrassed as his face flushes. “You–you heard me?”

You chuckle, “It’s a little hard not to.”

Soobin isn’t louder than Beomgyu, but was very darn close. Which is a feat considering someone two floors above you came over to complain about Beomgyu once.

“I’m sorry, I–I don’t mean to. I’ll be careful next time.”

You furrow your brows, before lightly slapping his shoulder. “Hey, stop apologizing. I’m just joking around, I really don’t mind. Sort of already used to it.”

“Still—”

You shake your head, cutting him off. “Let’s talk about something else. Um…oh! Do you have a girlfriend?” you teasingly drawl the girlfriend bit like a middle school boy, in attempt of making him a tinge more comfortable.

He’s meek again, biting the inside of his cheeks before he lets out a quiet no.

You gasp at the revelation, a hand shooting up over your mouth. “But you’re so handsome! How come?”

You definitely played it up a bit— you weren’t that shocked that he wasn’t dating considering how often he came over and how long he stayed.

He gets flustered once more, and finally, a small smile appears. “I don’t know. Probably because I’m horrible at flirting. And probably not that handsome.”

You pout, “Not that handsome? ’M being completely honest, I think you’re the cutest guy I’ve seen in a while.”

He flushes, playing with his hands. “Yeah... cute not handsome”

You got closer to him somehow so you’re able to give him a light nudge. “Handsome too idiot.”

He smiles, looking at you with so much adoration you could just pinch his cute cheeks.

The entire time you spend talking to him felt a little more chill, his posture relaxing along with the flow of conversation being a little more natural— though you still carried it most of the time.

You found out he liked a number of things. Anime, manga, collecting figures, obviously gaming. All things you usually assumed to be a little nerdy, but it was cute how he lit up talking about his favorites regardless. You find out he’s majoring in chem too, which you would have never guessed.

You also find out Soobin might just be the most obvious peeker; truly terrible at being discreet.

You really had a hard time not laughing every time you caught his eyes so obviously looking down at your cleavage, which you forgot was so revealing through the tank top you wore. More than once does he subconsciously wet his lips before he tries to pretend like he was listening to you talk.

You understand why Soobin was friends with Beomgyu rather quickly. Most of Beomgyu’s friends were greasy pervert losers. Soobin not any different, you figured. Except it was cute on him.

"Beomgyu said you had a boyfriend.” he mumbles, the longest eye contact he’s held with you the entire time you’ve been talking to him.

You tilt your head. "…I don't? I haven't dated anyone since Yeonjun." at his silence, you figure he's not one of your girlfriends who knew the ins and outs of your dating history, "Which was four months ago."

His lips form an O shape, nodding slowly.

"Did you ask him? Why? Were you curious?" you tease, and enjoy the way Soobin stumbles on his words, cheeks quickly running hot. "N-no, he just told me."

You hum knowingly. Before you know it, you ramble about another topic but like the shameless boy he is, you catch how his eyes trail down again. This time, you decide to end it, it’s clear he wanted something so you clear your throat. The conversation was slowly dying anyway.

His eyes snap back up almost immediately, cheeks still a bright shade of pink. “Um s-so…”

“I was talking about my favorite boba place just now.” His iris panics before he chuckles nervously, “Y-yeah. That.”

You smile looking down at his hands and take a notice of how big they are. Your finger trails to one, fingertip running circles on his palm.

He’s startled by the sudden contact, but doesn't pull away immediately. “Girls at school would probably ruin that pretty face of yours if they caught you staring at their tits so openly.”

His eyes shoot wide open, pulling his hands from you like you just poured boiling water on it. “I wasn't–”

You cut him off. “I should've counted but it was probably a hundred times I've seen you look, pervert.”

His face is so red, he truly looked like a tomato. You also catch the glistening of his waterline, his lower lip quivering. “I'm sorry Noona please don't be mad I—“

“Good thing I'm not a girl from school, huh?" You're quick to stop his rambling, not in the mood to be the cause of someone's tears. "Do you want to see them?”

His brows perk up almost immediately, the crease of his forehead apparent, doe eyes looking at you so intently.

“My tits. Wanna see them?”

He nods profusely before he shoots up a hand over his mouth. “Oh my god, was that a trick question? I’m sorry—”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Adorable.” you coo, booping his nose. He frowns at that.

"I'm not a kid noona, you always—" he cuts himself off when you grip the hem of your tank top, pulling them over your bare breasts swiftly, showing them to the younger boy. You relish in his reaction, ends of your lips twitching up at the way his mouth falls open, licking them as he openly stares.

God, he was such a pervert.

“Can I...can i—" his words fall dry.

“You wanna touch?”

“Please noona.”

You shrug. He scoots closer, cold hand hesitant on your breasts, sending goosebumps on your skin with the touch. “Soobin, its okay, you can touch them”

He prepares both hands above your breasts before finally holding them. He feels by a few squeezes and then he starts playing, fondling like he's never seen a pair before.

His breathing gets heavier the rougher he squeezes, and especially when his thumb glazes over your nipple, which is the confirmation you got.

He was a total loser.

You hold his wrist, getting Soobin to stop, snapping him out of his thoughts, and he slowly pulls away, wiping the slight drool on the corner of his lips. “Was I too rough—?”

"A little, but I don't mind." You get on him, straddling his lap. Soobins big eyes look up at you, gulping at the possibility that you'll let him do what he thinks you'll let him do.

You feel the bulge between your legs and laugh. "You got hard from touching me? Big baby."

He frowns, "I'm not a baby."

"Oh really?" You grab the back of his head, and shove his face between your chest. Sure enough, Soobin's mouth already latches onto one of your nipples, starting to suck. "See? You're such a filthy pervert, already sucking the moment I give you the chance."

He's stupid enough to muffle out a thank you as if letting him suck was like handing him water at deserted desert. Your shirt is over his head as his face was buried in between your chest, spit already all over it— he was incredibly messy. A bead of sweat breaks out, running down his forehead.

You're startled when he goes over to your left breast, not letting it go without attention. His tongue flicks your nipple then he starts sucking harshly making you hiss. “Hey—hey! Soobin, not too rough.”

He doesn't respond nor does he relent, very obviously busy with sucking on your nipple, his other hand having free reign on your chest. You take a hold of his hair and pull him off you, his face coming into full view, lips glistening with spit. He was a mess. "Soobin, be gentle. I'm serious."

He nods and you sigh, his head once again eagerly going under your shirt. His hips start bucking into you, trying to get off, and you're sure your chest is entirely covered with hickeys-- your nipples hard and sore from all his sucking. “Wanna be inside noona, wanna be inside you." he manages to moan, voice muffled against your chest.

You close your eyes shut when you feel his bulge pressed against your clothed slit, moving just slightly to get yourself off a little too. “Yeah? Wanna fuck me?” You feel the earnest nod of his head and it makes you pout fondly. You decide to throw him a bone, you were pretty hot and bothered anyway.

"Okay baby, I'll let you."

You've never had a man be so eager to fuck you, or for better words, be fucked by you. But that could be explained by your dating history being mostly if not all, tatted macho men who liked being nonchalant. Maybe you should fuck losers more often.

By losers, you mean cute ones like Soobin.

His dick looked intimidating when you ordered for him to take it out- the swollen tip, concerningly red, precum already leaking down the veins of his fat dick and... shit that length might break you.

He's visibly embarrassed. “Um, if its too much then you don't have too—“

You position yourself on top of him again, giving him a reassuring smile. "I can take it.”

His eyes are glistening, the living room already dark due to the lack of the previous sunlight-- it was already noon. You figure you like it when guys look up at you like you had the entire world lying on your hand- your brother's best friend's working like an awakening in weird ways.

You finally sink down on him, letting out a sigh the more his length disappears into your cunt, stretching you out all the more, already hitting places you weren't sure would hit.

His pliant head falls back on the couch when he feels the warmth of your pussy- his jaw slacked, drool trickling down his chin as he lets out a strained moan. "Noona, noona I—"

The flaring of his nose is the last hint before you feel his hot semen spurt out inside you, and just when you think it's over, you feel a little more shooting up. You stare at the boy quizzically- you hadn't even moved yet and he already came.

Soobin raises his head, lower lip quivering, so obviously embarrassed by his premature orgasm. "I-i'm sorry noona, I didn't mean to- oh my god, what's gonna happen now? I can't take care of a baby I'm still in c-"

"Woah woah, Soobin, calm your ass, I'm on the pill."

He looks at you silent with a few confused blinks, before letting out an exhale of relief. You're still practically sitting on his dick, but you still find it in you to tease him after his panic ensues, "What? Were you gonna abandon me after impregnating me? Didn't think you'd be the type Soobin. Maybe even good boys can be such bitches."

The panic returns into his eyes as he shakes his head adamantly denying your attack of his character, "No! Noona, I wouldn't do that, I swear! I-i-"

"You what?" you cut him off harshly on purpose, slowly raising yourself to finally ride his twitching cock.

He immediately senses the movement, your attempt of being slow and careful failing. He squeezes his eyes shut, and you hiss disapprovingly. "Answer your noona Soobin, what would you do if you got me pregnant?"

"W-would take care of you." He whines when you fall back on his dick, a staggering breath out his mouth. You're not sure if he could even last a mere five minutes of you riding him.

"Yeah? Open your eyes for me baby."

He does as you say, though his lids are heavy over his eyes. His gaze once again finds your chest lewdly staring at the slight bounce, and before you know it, his hands are kneading your breasts again. "I would pamper you up noona, take you to all the five star restaurants." he breathes out.

You snort at his foolish promises, "With what money idiot? If anything, I'd be the one pampering you up, you're still a college student with student debt. You'd have to start working a lot more if you'd want to pamper me."

His eyes roll back when you speed up your pace on his dick for a brief second, "F-fuck, Noona--"

You feel his cock twitching inside you, and once again, strips of his cum rush into you. You wondered how much before you milked him dry? Because the boy was still as eager as ever, head going forard in attempt to latch his mouth on your nipple again, hips bucking up against your already steady pace. "I'd work ten shifts to provide for you and- mmf-- and our baby noona." he cutely muffles against your nipple.

You laugh-- he was as naive as ever, but you appreciated the thought. You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. Your finger twirls a strand of his black hair, the innocent act in direct opposition of the filthy sound of skin on skin, combined with Soobin's fresh load making it a lot more squelching, that bounced of the walls.

"Soobin, g-good boy, suck my tits like a good boy." Your breathing gets heavier, the way he fills you up is turning out to be a lot more addicting than you thought it'd be. You assumed pain, which yeah, it still was a little painful, but you got used to it very quickly able to start feeling the pleasure overwhelm your senses.

Soobin pulls away from your chest with a pop, slowly raising his head over your shirt to look at you. "Noona?" he calls out with half lidded eyes.

"Yeah?"

"You really don't have a boyfriend right?"

You're caught off guard with the question. Obviously if you had a boyfriend you wouldn't be riding his fucking dick.

He catches your miffed look and is quick to defend himself despite your pussy clenching around him, "I-it's just-hah! Fuck- noona, it's just someone was blowing up your phone earlier- and I didn't mean to peek but- cumming, I'm cumming noona!" he cries out, successfully letting out his words before he actually orgasms.

You had picked up your pace with every word he spoke, attempting to not ruin your own high, and sure enough, you reach it, cumming in unision with Soobin's, your head exhaustedly falling onto his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

Under you, Soobin's body was shaking, still feeling spurts of his cum. "The contact name was Yeonjun."

Your daze snaps, head shooting up at the mention of your ex. "What?"

"He kept on calling so I thought that might've been your boyfriend...but then you told me he was your ex." he replies, voice hoarse you think as a result of his rather loud whines earlier.

"I wasn't lying Soobin, he really is my ex."

"I-i wasn't accusing you of lying it's just...I don't know, I thought that maybe..."

Your subconscious drowns out Soobin's rambling, still confused that Yeonjun was ringing you up in the first place. What for? Did he leave something that he forgot to take four months ago?

That wasn't likely. You remember the day he came over to take his things very vividly. With how urgently he looked, you figured Yeonjun was serious about his belongings.

So, what was it?

With Yeonjun, it was on and off. In a way that surely couldn't be healthy for either party involved. Which is the exact reason you mutually decided to break it off a few months ago, cutting off all contact. You even blocked his socials. Each one. Instagram, snapchat, twitter, facebook.

Except for the most important, most relevant way of contact- his phone number, of course. And look how that decision bit you in the ass. You're totally overthinking why Yeonjun decided to call you, and you will when you go to sleep later today, and then the day after and-

You're not falling down that rabbit hole again.

You start moving your hips again pushing through the uncomfortable feeling. Soobin was less resilient, a disapproving whine coming from the back of his throat when you grind in his lap, his dck still deep inside you rubbing between your walls. "Noona--" he shrieks, when you start bouncing again, this time a lot harshly as you bit down on your lip.

"No more, can't- nng-" you shut up his blabbles by stuffing your breast in his mouth again. Of course it did the job.

"Filthy boy, you'd probably enjoy sucking my tits when I'm lactating."

His teary eyes look up at you, needy and twinkling under the dim light that was the living room. He wasn't denying it. Instead, he swirls his tongue around your bud, clearly getting off the thought.

"Fuck, you really are filthy." you breath out. Speeding up your pace, Soobin's unable to stay latched onto your nipple, jaw-slacked, his brows pointing upwards, unable to urge you to stop. Instead, he helps you out by bucking his hips forward, slamming his dick inside you.

A knock on the door gets you to halt your movement. Soobin still moving erratically under you. But then you slap him gently, trying to get his attention. “I think i heard—“

The knock of the door cuts you off. Facing Soobin with a wide eyed look before you jolt off him, hurriedly looking for your underwear and shorts. You lost track of time, clearly! If Beomgyu finds out you fucked his best friend, you'd be done for. He'd hate you for life. Never talk to you again.

“Soobin hurry the fuck up and go answer!” You shout in a hushed voice, frantically pulling up your shorts.

He nods, the panic contagious as he stumbles around pulling up his pants. You take a second to look over him and you curse under your breath. His cheeks were flushed red, swollen lips glistening with spit, hair strands poking out all over- fuck, he looked bad.

You attempt to pat his hair down, at least to make it a little neater, but a third knock and you're sprinting towards a room, hiding behind your shut door.

You press your ears against your door, hoping to pick up how the conversation was going. A few beats of silence, and you finally hear the unlocking of the door after a few struggling attempts from Soobin.

“Who are you?" you furrow your brows- that wasn't your brother. "Oh wait, are you one of Beomgyu’s friends?”

It was Yeonjun.

At the realization, you crack your door open, trying to peek down the hallway. You didn't have a good view but you figured it'd do.

“Yeah? Who are you?” you hear Soobin ask, his breathing sounding like he just ran a marathon. You squeeze your eyes shut- could he at least try to mask what just happened? Be a little less obvious?

“Tell Y/N for me I came over. Say it was Yeonjun.” You catch the way Yeonjun's eyes visibly look up and down the younger boys state, wondering if he caught on. “Her boyfriend. Tell her her boyfriend came over.”

Soobin bites the insides of his cheeks in attempt to not bark back at the lie, opting to just nod. “Um, yeah, sure.”

Yeonjun nods, flashing him a smile before patting his shoulder. “You look rough buddy, take care.”

Sure enough, Beomgyu shows up right then and you out of instinct close your door shut when you recognize his mop hair. Though it seemed no matter what, you couldn't escape his annoyingly blaring voice. "Oh? Yeonjun? Hey dude, haven't seen you in a while."

Yeonjun greets him like they've been close since forever... which is total bogus, they barely talked. Yeonjun finally excuses himself because he was 'just leaving'. Leaving Soobin and Beomgyu alone.

You once again try to pry in their conversation, praying Soobin could play off the way he looked and you could finally head to the comfort of your bed.

"Sorry I took long, my bitch sister lied to me. Deadass had to walk five hours to get these- You good Soobin? You look sick."

You briefly smirk sinisterly at the fact that you got Beomgyu's ass, but then the cold sweat breaks out again because the stupid fuck noticed! And now, you're impatiently tapping your foot on the floor, awaiting Soobin's response.

"Yeah dude, sorry, um, I-I have to go use the bathroom."

Internally you slap your palm on your forehead- to hell with being convincing. Consequences of choosing Soobin out of all of Beomgyu's friends to fuck you guess.

A soothing hand trails over his hipbone. 

It’s coaxing, lulling, making his head turn fuzzy, thoughts becoming a jumbled mess...

But he can’t.

He wants to...or does he?

No time to think, no time to process the thought even. Not before your dark laugh is in his ears, low and slightly raspy, filling his body with a kind of heat he'd never had the pleasurable (?) experience of hearing before.

“You ready?”

He shivers involuntary to his traitorous body, biting back a heavy moan at the feeling of your lubed up fingers slick against his hole.

“Yeah, yeah, just hurry up.” He impatiently pushes, sounding annoyed, almost agitated.

It throws you off a bit, nearly makes you pause.

But you can tell. From years of knowing him, from years of him being the closest person in your life.

You can read his expressions like a book, his body language like it's your own. His body, each and every sensitive little spot, like his thighs and that spot on his jaw right beneath his ear, you know it like the back your hand.

And it's easy to tell with the way his eyes are slightly glazed over-by the way his hips grind down onto your fingers.

Desperation and a tinge of something unfamiliar fills his words as he scrambles to keep his composure. “Let’s just get this over with. I wanna have my fun with you ne-” His voice cracks, cutting off mid-word, voice turning hoarse and weak.

A “Fuck!” that's immediately followed up by a gasp.

Your hand stays on his hip before trailing a bit higher in an effort to get him to relax a bit. "Doing so good for me, such a good boy."

He hisses in reply, biting down on his bottom lip so hard he's almost sure it'll burst, all in a silly attempt at trying to hold back the moan on the tip of his tongue.

The feeling of your fingers is awkward-not painful-just...odd.

He's never done this so it's understandable. Never let anyone else, or even himself for that matter, touch there. It's the feeling foreign object being forced inside a new space but slowly, ever so fucking slowly that he feels as if he's beginning to lose his mind, you start to move. Crooning into his ear, messaging his gummy walls, a hooded look taking over at the sight of him.

"How does it feel?" Hands clench the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white and his eyes squeeze shut. "Tell me...kitten."

Jesus. The word sounds so good rolling off your tongue. So completely and utterly intoxicating that he almost, almost allows himself to let go.

But he catches himself just in time.

"Do you like it?"

Because fuck, fuck, he doesn’t want to admit it.

Admit that maybe, just maybe he feels good under your control. That maybe he’s been craving for longer than he's suggested.

"Nngh,"

The sound is so soft you nearly miss it, but not quite. And you can feel your own body getting hotter and hotter from just this. From him. From his reactions, the way his body moves in small twitches and his eyes struggle to stay focused.

And the thing is, he tries so, so hard the control the noises he lets out that the lower half of his body moves on instinct, thighs tensing before falling slack and finally apart, spreading wide open for you and desperately, needily moving.

You barely have to do any of the work as he begins to fuck himself on your fingers, movements quick and sharp, hitting deep inside of him in a nearly violent way, warm walls clamped down hard around the two fingers.

“God, you’re so fucking tight baby.” You coo, watching in lustful fascination,

“F-fuck, don’t say that type of shit. I-i swear when I-m do-ne with y-you-“ He cuts off into a broken moan and despite the way his mouth clamps shut, it comes all the same.

Fingers clench the bedsheets, hard enough to make his knuckles turn white, teeth gritting down so hard he’s almost convinced they’ll shatter.

“Loosen up a bit baby, it’s okay, let me take care of you.” Your voice fucking purrs into his ear, an involuntary shudder ripping through his demeanour, body nearly shaking, goosebumps breaking across his skin.

A mewl crawls up his throat and he swallows thickly, trying to hold it back, trying to keep composure, trying to stay-

“Does it feel nice...” The teasing tone already has him spiralling, but what’s just a little bit further? What’s just a little bit more? You smirk lightly, tongue gliding over to wet your lips in a sinfully teasing way.

His heart pounds wildly in his chest. “C’mon, you’ll be a good little kitty? Won’t you?”

He can feel it. Your tongue, warm and wet around the shell of his ear. Your whisper, your words deposited straight into his head, engraving into his innermost desires. 

“All you gotta do is jus’ tell me what you want, tell me how you want it.” You growl. "Faster?" He nearly chokes on his own spit as you do exactly that, fingertips catching on the rim as you move quickly in and out of him.

"Harder?" Stars swim in his vision when your fingers meet his prostate for the very first time, abusing the oh-so sensitive spot, hitting it over and over and...

Fuck.

He squirms underneath your weight on top of him.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

And then you stop and he can't help the anguished cry that falls from his red and bitten and puffy lips that you wanna taste so, so badly.

Heat raises in his cheeks, up his neck and his face, tinting him up to the very tip of his ears such an endearing shade of pink. So cute, so delectable.

God, you could just eat him alive.

You blatantly ignore his greedy movements, quiet, needy, high-pitched noises coming from deep in his throat as your hand trails up his body to cup his cheek. "Just tell me pretty kitty~"

It gives him a second to think.

A second to recollect himself.

A second to doubt all of this.

And...

Silence.

And more silence.

Just as quick as that adorably compliant look had appeared, it was gone and despite the bright colouring still smattered across his features, a hardness fills his eyes.

“No.” His breathe his shaky. "Stop."

The words hit a little bit harder than you’d like to admit. You know he can see though, the way your smile drops and your shoulders droop ever so slightly.

Remorse shines brightly in his eyes, chest heaving in an attempt to catch his breath but he holds his ground. Screws his mouth up and simply returns your gaze as you falter and look away, doubt crossing filling your expression.

You knew that he was new to this…the submitting aspect of things. Knew that Minho wasn't the type to just lay down and take it. But when you had brought up the idea of it, he’d said he was down to try.

In fact, you weren't even the one to bring it up. It was all him. All because he’d been helping you pack up your things. 

Minho had asked you to move in with him a few weeks ago and you were elated, obviously agreeing to this next big step in your relationship.

Problem: your current place was a mess of junk with sentimental value and stuff you didn’t really need but insisted on keeping.

Honestly, it was almost like one of the tamer episodes of Hoarders.

You remember, you’d been packing up your closet and clothes, folding things and putting them in boxes and Minho had been in your room, clearing out whatever junk you kept in your nightstands and under your bed.

“Y/N?”

You hummed in reply, “What is it baby?”

The sound of shuffling reached your ears and when he spoke again it was much closer. “What is this?”

You twisted your body, straining your neck to see what he could possibly be talking about and…

Oh,

Oh.

In his hand, pinched between two fingers was a simple leather collar, black in colour with a silver buckle. A tag attached to the front ring, slightly swinging from his movements.

Minho himself had an unreadable expression. Blank in his await for a response.

Your lips pursed, unsure how to quite formulate one.

You avoided his gaze and he walked closer, taking your undivided attention. “What is this?” He repeated.

Now it was no surprise that you were kinky. Both you and Minho were, your relationship definitely being more on the adventurous side but, well you’d always let him take the lead on things, letting him take up a more dominant role in that area.

And it was quite obvious from the tag, shimmering in the artificial lighting in the room, the tiny letters engraved into it reading ‘pretty boy’.

One could assume that you weren’t the one wearing but administering it from that…

“What does it look like?”

His eyes flickered to the thing as if maybe taking a second look would prove to answer all his questions.

“Well I know it’s a collar,” he replied, almost snootily. “I’m not dumb, I’m just not so sure why ‘pretty boy’ is on it and why you’ve got it…is there something you need to tell me?”

Truth be told, you definitely could’ve told him sooner. 

About your past relationships where you stood in the role that he did. That this was one of your first times not being the dominant one in a relationship.

You could’ve told him but really, you’d kind of given up on it already.

Ever since you were discussing everything; the things you guys were open to, the things you weren’t, limits, safe words, etc, you had tried to hint it to him.

Suggest kinks and offhanded comments that would allude to it but it was the first time you’d seen your very smart and normally able to read between the lines boyfriend so inept, unable to put the pieces together.

Plus, he was very intent on domming, and when you told him you were fairly new to subbing he was ecstatic to show you everything. 

“Well? Is there?”

Your mouth opened, a response ready on the tip of your tongue...but nothing. Your mouth shut and so instead you put down everything you were doing and sat on the floor, patting on the space in front of you. “Sit.”

He seemed to contemplate it for a second before following your lead, the thing still grasped in his hand. You sighed. “Just put the collar down.”

Again, he listened.

And, stupidly, but not regrettably, your brain formulated a response without your conscious deciding to.

“Good boy.”

Minho froze and your mouth clamped shut. “Sorry,” flew out in a rush and he nodded like he understood but you knew he didn’t, not really. Not with the way his body turned tense, falling rigid in place, cheeks a brilliant hue of pink.  

The silence filled the room and the tag of the collar in the light caught your eye. You stared at it, counting the seconds in your head, recalling the memories that came flooding back with such a familiar object.

“I should’ve told you earlier, I know...it’s just...” Lamely, almost cringing at your own words, you trailed off, downturned eyes flitting up to read him.

His face is entirely blank, devoid of emotion, giving zero indication of how he feels.

It bugs you. That despite how well you know Minho that you can't read him. You've always been able to, especially with how long you've known him-long enough to move in with him-oh god was that still happening? Did you just ruin everything? Did he hate you now? Was he going to break up with you?

The thought process is broken with a single nod, his head bobbing down, eyes averted from yours. "It's...okay."

And...

You wait for him to continue but he says nothing more, gaze averted to look down at his hands which are fiddling around on his lap.

So you take a deep breath, hoping for the best. “Do you wanna say anything else?”

“Try it on me.”

“I know, it’s-wait, what?”

“Try it on me.”

That had been the last thing you would've expected to come out of your partner's mouth, obviously not an unwelcome answer, in fact you were elated but...it was surprising to say the least.

After that you'd talked for a bit.

You'd asked him to elaborate a bit, tell you exactly what that entailed and what he wanted from it, what he expected from it.

It was his first time and he wanted to go slow.

Nothing big like those 10 inch monster strap-ons seen in those hard-core femdom porns or too rough like any kind of impact play, but-somewhat shyly, in a completely out of character Minho fashion-he admitted that awhile ago he'd come across something about rimming that caught his interest.

And with the way he turned all red and embarrassed on you as he explained it, well, long story short, even the idea of it was more than enough to get you on-board.

----

“No.”

"Stop."

That's all it takes. That's all you had discussed it would take.

Eyes flash up at his face while gently pulling your fingers out of him, trying to be tender and not do anymore damage that you might've already done.

"Shit. 'M so sorry-did I go too far?"

His body squirms in a futile protest, clenching around you, his eyes screwing shut as he lets out a breathless groan, followed by a weak whine.

In pain? Maybe?

Trying to soothe him, you hush him, whispering small praises that just seem to agitate him more, "No. No...what're you doing?" he reaches for you, trying to grab at your arms and whining again.

His body laid tense, you raise up on your haunches, easily brushing his pawing hands away from your body.

"I think that this is enough for tonight Minho." Your voice is gentle, hands soft as you brush the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. It does nothing to soothe his panicked, inarticulate protests.

"No!" His legs wrap around your hips, pulling your body close against his, his lips beginning to pepper soft kisses down your neck and collarbone.

What does he want? What is he trying to do? After telling you to stop and now doing this.

You push him away again by the shoulders this time with a sense of finality. Your warm hands made contact with his skin making him shiver.

You eyes are calculating as you try to read him, face serious. That's all there is for a second before you sigh and move to the edge of the bed, putting some space between the two of you.

"Look Minho," He did, intently staring at you. "You need to tell me what you want. I need to know that you're completely on board with all this." You wince, looking for the best words. "Because, I don't know, you tell me to stop and then act like that, I-i don't understand. And that kinda makes me feel like you're just doing this because I want to?"

He opens his mouth to speak but is cut before he can say anything. "And I don't want that. I want you to be enjoying this too and feeling good and safe. So...if you could just tell me what you're feeling?"

Minho looked at you and you looked back, completely wordless.

There were a million things racing through his mind, so many things he wanted to say.

But his throat couldn't work. Was his pride too high? Was he scared?

He had never had anything he felt like he couldn't share with you before. He never felt like you would judge him or scrutinize him. Especially when you wanted this too.

Why couldn't he say them?

When he wanted this too?

So all you got in reply was an animated nod. And you tried to smile back but it was weak. "Okay. So what do you need? Do you wanna take a shower? I could make you some lunch if you want and we can eat it together in bed...or we can always order food, there's that place you really liked last time?"

He looks anywhere but at you, fingers playing with a loose thread on the sheets. "Could you maybe...could you maybe just hold me?" The words came out quiet but seemed like a scream in your ears. "I mean-you don't have to-I just-"

"-Of course baby." You crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his body, hugging him close, pulling the sheets up to cover you.

He went rigid for a second before relaxing with a contented sigh, shutting his eyes and curling into you. "Thank you."

"There's nothing to thank me for."

The silence followed wasn't awkward but Minho couldn't help but feel that way, listening close to your chest as your breathing slowed and eventually he knew you were asleep.

He knew he should be soon to follow. Warm and comfortable and close to you, and any other night he would've already been asleep too.

But he couldn't.

And it wasn't just because he was undeniably still very hard, his body still hot and aching for some kind of touch of release.

It was also because he couldn't stop thinking. Couldn't stop looking down at you, asleep, and feel like there was more he could've said. More he definitely should've said.

But didn't.

----

Nothing had been said about it since. Not a single word from you or from him for that matter.

You acted as if it never happened. Not in an angry or silent treatmenty kind of way but in a way that you were acting the exact same as before, no changes in anything, not hostile or bitter.

It confused him just as much as it frustrated him because it would've been amazing if he actually wanted to forget about it. If he hadn't stayed up all of that night coming up with what he was gonna say when you brought it up the next day.

And he waited for you to because it wasn't like he could.

But you didn't.

You stayed firmly in your place as if you actually forgot it ever happened. Nothing out of the ordinary. God, it was infuriating.

He meant to try to bring it up. Many times. When you sat at the table, eating dinner together. Or when he glanced over at you before bed, on your phone.

The words would tingle on his lips, ready to pour out, but then you'd catch his stare, smile gently in that way that made his heartbeat quicken and ask him what he was thinking about.

And then he'd chicken out.

It's been a week now and you haven't had sex since, not necessarily odd since he'd normally be the one to initiate it.

How was he supposed to though?

When all he wants is for you to shove him down and mess him up so entirely he won't be able to remember his own name.

When, when he takes a shower now, his fingers begin to touch places they never have, venturing down, trying to replicate the feeling that your's did.

Closing his eyes and imagining that they're yours. His mind trying to vividly remember the way that your voice sounded, raspy and commanding, whispering into his ears.

'Let me take care of you.'

'You'll be a good kitty? Won't you?'

'Just tell me what you want, tell me where you want me to touch you.'

Reliving the moment over and over in his head, arm covering his mouth to keep from whimpering as he falls apart on his own fingers, wishing that they were yours.

Trying to keep from being too loud because you're right outside the bathroom, pretending that nothing fucking happened.

Because he couldn't let you know like that. Couldn't let you know that even just imagining what you did to him makes him feel all fuzzy and floaty and high that it became new jerk-off material for him.

No, he couldn't let you know like that.

There was no way, it needed to be more special...well not necessarily more special...but definitely smoother.

So what better time than when you were your happiest of all?

Because as well as you knew him, he knew you just as well and knew everything that made you tick, knew what made you happy and what made you really happy.

And what made you really happy was days like this.

Days when you were both off from work and you'd wake up to something that smelt so good, your nose leading you to the kitchen where your beautiful boyfriend would be, hair still messy and, if you were lucky, glasses pushed up his nose as he made something that smelled absolutely heavenly.

Today in particular you must've been lucky because perched on his nose, making his look so absolutely delectable were his glasses.

Lucky or something along the lines of your boyfriend knowing you a touch too well.

Your arms wrapped around his torso, face buried into the back of his neck, making your voice some out slightly muffled. "Hey beautiful."

He smelled so good, like that specific brand of perfume he always wears, like warmth and comfort and a little bit of something that made you feel just a touch insane.

"You look good, what's the occasion?"

He sighed, ignoring the way his body reacted to the gravelly tone of your voice. "My glasses?"

You hummed in reply, warm breath fanning over his neck. "You know what they do to me. M' such a whore for you in glasses." You groaned, hands resting on his hips. "They just make you look so..." you trailed off without the right words to properly describe how good he looked in them.

The burner shut off and he moved the pan off the heat, turning around to face you. "Really? A whore you say?" He took your wrists in his hands, pulling them off of his hips and pushed you back against the counter.

You smiled teasingly at him. "Mhmm, they really just do something to me...you know that."

This was normally the point of your morning when he'd set you on top of the counter, or turn you around against it, sometimes back to the bedroom if either of you had enough patience for that-whatever available surface he could find to fuck you on.

He didn't though.

He frowned slightly and pulled your wrists down, pressing them under his shirt and letting go.

You obliged, watching in fascination as he held his breath, your hands, one planting on his hip, the other moving up, warm in travelling the expanse of his stomach and up toward his chest and pecs.

His body curled around yours, gripping the counter so hard his hands were near white, resting his chin of your shoulder, a breathy moan escaping as you brushed over his nipple.

"Y/N," He breathed, followed by something high and needy. It sounded so much like a plea, making something familiar begin to stir in your gut.

Was he...?

Did he want..."

You began to pull away but he stopped you, holding your wrists again to keep your hands where they were. "Don't." His throat bobbed as he swallowed. "Please...please don't."

He pulled back just enough to hold your gaze. Pulling you into a trance you couldn't seem to break out of.

And slowly he began to move your hands for you, not breaking eye contact all the while.

Letting the one still on his hip to come up, cupping his pec.

Taking the other out from under his shirt and right back up, until it was loosely pressed against his throat.

Your breath hitched, feeling his pulse thrum under your fingers.

Searching his eyes and trying-failing to read him. Trying-failing to find the words.

"Y/N." He whispered you name again. In that tone. In that wanton, desperate way. "I-i need-"

Words were cut off, trance broken, moment ruined as a knock at the door sliced through the tension like a knife.

Your head snapped toward the door but he clung desperately to your arms. "No, j-just ignore i-" Minho was once again cut off as the knock came again, accompanied with words this time.

"Y/N! I know you're home! I know when your days off are, you can't fool me!"

You groaned loudly, whispering an apology to your boyfriend before pulling away, talking your warmth with you but leaving a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach behind.

"The fuck you want Hyunjin?" You yelled, heading toward the door, opening it wide to find the blond boy mid-knock.

Hyunjin looked at you, the only slightly more annoyed than usual expression on your face than when you normally looked at him then to Minho, shirt rumpled, hands clenching the countertop, face red.

Then he smirked and walked in.

----

"I swear to god, I hate living with them!" Hyunjin groaned loudly. "The food, oh my god, I don't think it could get any worse, it's 24/7 protein powder and energy drinks, I don't think I've had a decent, edible meal in weeks-and oh, don't even get me started on the smells they bring in!"

You scoffed out a laugh. "What? Not into the gym bro stink?"

Why the hell was he even here?

Minho found himself wondering that over and over throughout the day, sometimes in his head, silently to himself, and sometimes out loud with a pointed look toward the 'he' in question.

What was Hwang Hyunjin doing in his house all day with you, when it was Minho who supposed to be spending your time with?

You two were friends-best friends-ever since you'd met, years ago, before you'd even known Minho. Hyunjin had actually been the one to introduce him to you.

It was nothing irregular for him to come home at the end of the day to see you hanging out or you mentioning that you were going out to hang out with him as you were heading out the door.

And Minho had never had a problem with that before today.

Before your best friend had cock-blocked and ruined his perfectly planned chance to finally tell you how he felt, a talk that would hopefully lead to more than talking.

Before nearly six hours had passed since he'd arrived, clearly overstaying his welcome in Minho's eyes.

And on the specific day he had finally built up whatever it took to actually act on his feelings.

On his day off. When he had nothing else to do but watch you two talk about whatever, bring up inside jokes and continue conversations, gossip about things that you'd never even mentioned to Minho before.

You guys were clearly close.

A lot closer than Minho had originally imagined. Was this normal?

The way that you were throwing your head back and laughing, the way you hit his arm, almost roughly while wiping tears of laughter from your eyes.

The way Hyunjin seemed to listen intently when you spoke, the way he nodded along and didn't try to talk over you like the other boys did.

He was probably reading into things. But those were both things that you did to him. That he did to you.

Did Hyunjin like you?

Hyunjin shared his feelings. Hyunjin told people exactly the way he felt-he wouldn't hesitate to tell you anything.

Did you like that?

Did you like Hyunjin? That he could share and talk about the things that Minho wouldn't?

No. No, he was just being paranoid. He was jumping to conclusions.

He needed to get out of here for a bit, distract his mind. So he pulled out his phone, sending out a quick text.

"Hey guys, imma head over to hang out with Han and Felix for a bit." You leaned up with a smile, closed your eyes as he pecked you on the forehead. " Love you."

Unsatisfied with just that you took him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down and kissing him full on the lips. "Love you more, have fun!"

"Tell them I said hi!" Hyunjin called over as Minho slipped his shoes on.

"Mhm."

"Oh! And remember to put on a coat, it's getting colder out. Don't want your pretty face to freeze."

He scoffs in reply, biting back a smile. "Glad to know you just care about my pretty face."

"You know it." You wink back.

Hyunjin fake gags in disgust. "You guys are weirdly wholesome and I don't like it."

You stick out your tongue, shoving him with your foot. "You're just jealous-Bye baby!" You call as he pulls the door shut, feeling paranoid once again.

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"And then he said 'No. Stop.', so I did y'know, but then afterward he seemed kinda upset, I don't know, I love him so much, I really just wish he wasn't so hard to read sometimes." You groan.

Hyunjin laughs, "sounds like someone else I know."

You scowl in reply. "Fuck you, my communication skills have gotten much better and we both know that."

He holds his hands up in surrender, nodding for you to continue.

A heavy sigh makes its way past your lips. "Like, I don't even know what to do anymore. Because, right before you came in he was putting my hands up his shirt and saying my name all...desperate and god, it was hot. But he was looking at me with those eyes, y'know?"

Hyunjin listened carefully. You remember the very first time you'd brought up relationship stuff to him, asking for advice years ago, thinking it was so embarrassing. If only then you'd know the type of relationship stuff you'd be sharing with him now.

"Well, I for one think you need to stop avoiding the subject. Tell him."

"But what do I tell him?" You deadpan.

"Tell him everything you just told me. Tell him how you feel."

You huffed, crossing your arms, not hearing the door slowly creak open. "Then why can't he say anything? I'm here grasping at straws-trying to help him! He said stop so I'm trying to make it easier for him by not bringing it up! If he wants it, he should just fucking tell me!"

The door slammed shut and your eyes widened, looking toward the sound to see Minho standing in the doorway. And unreadable expression laid across his face but the hurt in his eyes evident.

Hyunjin looked from you to him and then back at you. "Y'know, I think I gotta go to the bathroom, leave you guys to figure everything out."

"Hyunjin," you try to grasp at him for help but he's up and going already, leaving the room quickly with a quick awkward wave. You look helplessly toward he disappeared with a groan. Asshole.

Then you look back at Minho.

He kicks of his shoes and takes off his jacket. Why was he even back so soon? He left, you glance at the time on your phone, he only left like twenty minutes ago.

The question must be evident on your face because he shrugs. "They weren't doing anything interesting, so I came back."

You look back toward where Hyunjin left and then before you know it Minho's in front of you.

"Please." He looks down at his feet taking your hand in his. "Please don't look at him," he begs, helplessly?

Hopefully?

You're not entirely sure, with nothing here familiar, a new territory that he's crossing into. You have no idea but something inside you is lit.

And then he's looking up at you again with a kind of determination in his eyes. "Look at me instead."

His fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, almost painfully, almost.

But then your boyfriend. Lee Minho. The man that you have given your heart utterly and completely to is falling to his knees in front of you, eyes wide and body slouched, hand at his side in a tight fist while the other still holds, pleadingly, desperately onto you.

"I'm sorry if I can't open up to you. I'm sorry I'm cold and I'm distant but I promise I'll try, I promis-"

"-Minho." You cut off. "I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have said that and-"

"-I want you to take over me." He breathes, heart beating quicker as your eyes widen in lust or surprise or both. "I want you to tell me what to do...Tell me-tell me I'm yours. Tell me I'm the only one that's yours, tell me that he isn't."

Your fingers squeeze the arm of the couch.

"-Do whatever you want to me. Please. I need you to do whatever you want to me." He pulls your hand into his hair, sighing into the motion of your fingers, reluctantly, running through the strands with a slight tug, forcing his posture straight.

You're surprised by the sudden change in mindset. In the way his words come flowing out like they've been stuck there for so long that they have no choice but to.

A muffled moan comes as he bites his lip. "No more of that." Your thumb guides his mouth open, a pointed look urging him to continue. "Go on. You're so pretty when you beg."

He hesitates, but only for a second. "Control me. Mark me. Make me yours."

His head is tugged back by the fingers knotted in his hair, leaving the smooth expanse of his neck on display.

You lean down in front of him, lips at his ear. "Are you sure?"

"Please~"

An awkward cough breaks through the moment. You both look and there's Hyunjin.

He averts his eyes, staring at his feet, pointing to the door behind him. "I-i'm just gonna-gonna leave, yeah?"

You nod incredulously, making a shooing motion with your free hand, Minho straight up glaring at getting cock-blocked for the second time today by him.

Hyunjin quickly makes his way out, leaving with a supportive thumbs up to you before shutting the door behind him.

"Finally." Minho groans.

Slapping his shoulder, with a pointed look, he looks back almost offendedly. "Be nice." You warn.

He presses his head further into your touch, nudging against your fingers in his hair with an appreciative hum and a bratty smirk. "I could be nice...or maybe I could be bad...and you could..." he presses himself closer, wedging his body between your thighs. "punish me."

Your eyes nearly bug out and you almost choke on your own spit. "Minho," Thank fuck, you wore shorts today.

Because his lips are brushing over your thighs. His eyes still locked on yours as he slowly licks up your skin, then begins leaving open-mouthed kisses everywhere he can find purchase.

Goosebumps rise all over your skin, a drawn out moan gracing his ears and your fingers tighten in his hair, almost painfully, but he can't bring himself to care.

"Minho," you gulp and he's quick to reply with nothing but a moan of his own.

But this isn't what he asked for.

This isn't what he asked you to do.

So you pull him away by his hair, sighing at the loss. He whines, trying to pull back but you don't let him.

"Minho." He ignores you, sticking his tongue out in a vain attempt. "Kitten."

That has his attention. Body freezing and breath stopping for all but a second before a shudder rips through him.

You smirk. "Go to our room and lay down on the bed for me." You glance over him. "Take off your clothes too."

He's scrambling up as soon as you're letting go, hurrying to follow your order.

This is gonna be fun.

You try to give him some time, a few minutes for him to carry out what you told him to and a few more just to torture him a little but anticipation eats away at your will-power, making it near-impossible to wait long before you stand up off the couch.

A million ways to fulfill his wishes run through your mind. But as soon as you're in the doorway it all goes blank.

He's gorgeous and that's all you can think about. More than gorgeous, fucking ethereal sitting there on the bed all 'innocently', on his knees, hands clenching and unclenching with nerves in his lap.

Completely and utterly bare.

It takes all of you to not pounce on him and ravish him where he sits but instead click your tongue disapprovingly. "Kitty," he shivers. "So messy," you lean down to pick up his clothes, thrown messily around the floor.

He turns a pretty shade of pink. "I'm sorry, was just so...excited."

Your gaze shifts down. "Well that's obvious. But that's no excuse."

"'M sorry."

You push his chin up, calmly watching the way his pupils dilate. "Oh, it's okay sweet thing, I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me."

His eyes light up, sparkling as you chuckle. "And that can start off by getting on your hands and knees."

He hesitates, but only for a second. "Can I have a kiss first?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely, kitty." You pull his face closer, cupping it in your hands as he whines, so close yet so far.

You smile at the noise and finally he received a kiss, rising up onto his knees, trying to get closer to you. Lips soft and eager as they seek out yours, purring out as your hands caress his body, going lax against you at the feeling.

It's a bit odd for him at first, the way that you take the lead in the kiss, teeth nipping at his lips, your hands groping his body. He gets used to it quickly though, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, trying to pull you closer before you pinch him in the side and he lets with a yelp.

"Just relax." You whisper against his lips, kneading at the skin above his hips, "Just let me take care of you." He mewls wantonly, pulling away and burying his head into your chest.

You give him a minute, continuing to rub your thumb over the dip in his pelvis. "You okay?"

He nods, taking a deep breath before looking back up at you, eyes glossy. "Yeah. J-just needed a sec."

He catches your lips with his again then, pure need in control of his movements now. Clutching you and letting his eyes slip shut, and when you bite down of his lip and he lets out a gasp, you take the moment to let your tongue to slip past the seal of his lips, fogging up his mind, a high needy moan escaping him swallowed by you.

Your hand comes up to the back of his head, deepening the kiss, letting out a groan in reply.

Nothing but pure horniness controls Lee Minho anymore. Nothing but the want to please and to listen and to feel good.

When you finally pull away, eyes flickering from one of his eyes to the other, breathing heavy, he lays back.

Teasing at first, landing on his back and spreading his thighs and groping at his inner thighs before flipping over to fulfill your request.

Prettily getting on his hands and knees, facing away from you and wiggling his hips enticingly, letting his back fall into a pretty little slope.

"Oh god, Minho."

Your hands attach to his skin like a magnet to metal, immediately gripping his skin, urged on by the sounds of his moans when you do.

Cupping his ass, squeezing the flesh in your hands like your own personal stress toy. You lean over his back all the while, pressing your weight against to whisper in his ear. "Do you wanna face me kitten or stay like this?"

He clears his throat, trying to focus his thoughts, try to ignore the fact that your fingers are already pressing against his hole, teasing at the entrance.

"C-can I, could I face you? Wanna see you, w-want you to see me."

So you roll him over.

His cheeks are flushed, looking so out of character, so shy, so adorable. "Want me to see you get ruined baby? Want me to watch as I make a mess out of you?"

He nods helplessly with a mewl, letting his legs fall open. "C-could you eat me out?"

The smile that blooms across your face should scare him but only makes him hornier, only makes him remember only just a week ago when you'd almost gotten to this.

Makes him remember the time spent in the shower, getting off to those thoughts.

Earlier today in the kitchen, the shock and then lust replacing that, giving into his silent wish.

Before fucking Hyunjin ruined it all.

That stupid cock-block, getting in his wa-

Minho's so absorbed in his thoughts, too in his head that he barely even realizes where you've gone, what you're doing.

Cutting him off mid-thought.

“Oh my god, f-fuck!” he cries out when you finally insert your tongue inside his ass. He grasps at your hair, cupping your head in his hand and tangling his fingers through the strands like a lifeline. "S-shit!"

You smirk against his skin and the feeling of it has him shuddering. "F-faster. G-go faster."

Immediately he feels the loss and nearly cries from it, trying to push your head back down. You only tsk at him in reply, like he's a misbehaving dog and not a beautiful man nearly crying from being denied once again. "Did you forget who's in charge here Minnie?"

Fingers dig into the skin of his thighs, skimming lower and lower, closer to where he needs you most until his pretty little head is turning into mush from need.

"N-no." But the words are meek.

Your hand mercifully squeezes around his cock all red and leaking with pre cum. You smile, thumbing over the slit, ripping a gasp from his lungs. "Then how about you rephrase that for me?"

God, he can barely think with your touching him like this, barely even comprehend what you're saying as your hand moves smoothly up and down him.

But you don't like that, stopping when you notice how far he is from you. "How about you use please for me Minnie?" You supply.

"Please!" He whimpers, trying to roll his hips down, back onto your tongue, trying to thrust back up into your hand. "P-please! I-i...I need you so, so, so bad! Need you in me, need you touching me, need you 't make me-nngh!"

Your tongue finally-finally presses past the tight ring of muscles once again, burying deep inside and Minho swears he can see stars, thighs trembling, body quaking as his eyes roll into the back of his skull.

You glance up at him, lips curling up at how he seems to have lost all composure. Pulling out and then thrusting back in, he keens, thrusting back down onto you.

The muscles in his abdomen clench, ghosting your fingertips over his inner thighs again, feeling them shake under your touch, tensing and then snapping shut, squeezing together as he moans and trying not to stop breathing.

You're quick to shove his legs back apart, pressing them onto the bed on either side, tracing your nails down his legs, making him shiver and whimper before settling a pinch on one, a little yelp escaping that lets into an adorable mewl.

His walls clamp down around your tongue, his hand tugging uselessly in your hair until it's almost painful. With a pained hiss, you're brushing his hand away easily.

"Keep your hands to yourself." You warn. "Or I'll stop and leave you here like this."

You wouldn't. You don't even think that you could even if you wanted to.

But he doesn't know that, nodding helplessly, words coming out in a hoarse but whiney whisper. "Need more, please, 'm so so close. N-need more."

You make a sound, giving a vibration that feels fucking amazing before licking a long strip from his hole all the way to the tip of his cock, pumping the base a few times, just enough to make him whine before you stop and pout up at him. "Is what I'm giving you not enough kitty?"

His body squirms, trying to say yes but not willing to, not willing to tell the truth. You smile and take two fingers, reaching up to bring them to his lips. "Suck on them for me."

Already too fucked out to care, or possibly because he's so desperate to get your touch back on him, he listens. Cute bunny teeth revealed as he opens up.

And then they're pressing against his tongue, roughly pushing to fuck his throat and all he can think of is you.

You, you, you.

As he can feel your mouth back on him, leaving teasing kisses all down his thighs and cock and hole and, his gaze, hooded and dazed meets yours as you do and fuck he feels like he's gonna burst.

"Good kitty." You murmur, pulling your fingers out to see the drool that drips down his chin before pushing back in. "Such a good kitty for me Minnie, aren't you?"

That feeling inside him swells because yes, yes he's a good kitty for you-just for you. He can't quite verbalize it but god he hopes you can tell from the garbled moans and the way he tries to clutch helplessly at you can convey that.

You keep talking but he can't hear it over the ringing in his ears, and the feeling of your hold on his jaw, so deliciously firm, heat pools deep inside him. You hand, you're groping his thighs, teasing and soft and mean and everything that could drive him utterly insane.

"Such a good kitty for me Minnie." He somehow hears over everything and that's it.

That's all his body can take before he convulses, before his body is trying to curl into itself on instinct, your firm hand keeping him in place. He loses track of time, loses track of everything.

The only thing he can do is let out the loudest scream.

And you swear, he's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen.

Back arching up off the bed, mouth falling open, nearly shaking under your touch as delectably sinful noises fall from red puffy lips. Ropey streaks of cum spill over his stomach, his orgasm washing over him.

Or hitting him head on like a fucking truck.

Hiccupy gasps wrack him and you try to soothe him, moving quickly to grab a damp towel and gently clean him up.

He whines when you move but he's barely conscious, hand reaching out in an attempt to grab you that results in a quick kiss on his forehead. "Gimme a sec baby, I'll give you cuddles in a second, just let me clean you up."

He keeps that up nonetheless, shivering with sensitivity when you touch him, moaning brokenly and thrusting up at the slight overstimulation.

"M-more," He whispers brokenly, barely conscious.

Into overstimulation, you note, brushing his hair back sweetly. "Not right now, maybe later on but I'm so sleepy, I just wanna cuddle with you."

"Okay," his eyes close, "only if that's what you want." He reluctantly lets you go, so you can throw the towel into the hamper and strip down to lay next to him.

He practically molds to you once you do, curling himself into your arms, being uncharacteristically cuddly that you can't help but swoon at, lacing your fingers together.

You pull the blanket up and turn the light off, letting him fall into a sleep.

And you think he's asleep, exhausted until he speaks, "I don't know why we didn't try this sooner." He whispers tiredly. "That was so good...I don't think I've cum that hard in my entire life."

You laugh softly, "You know, I'm sorry," Minho tenses but you continue. "a-about before. It is frustrating for me, I won't lie but I know it's hard for you and I should've talked to you instead of ranting to Hyunjin instead."

He nods. "And I'm sorry. I know I should communicate more. I was just so s-I was scared. I don't know why but I was."

You press him closer to you, hugging him so tightly you'd be worried if he weren't clinging to you with the same intensity. "Well, we can talk about it more tomorrow. Let's just go to sleep for now."

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"Ahh... Fuck." Jungkook couldn't stop, it felt so good. He could finally feel something else than stress and pressure. As he rutted his hips against his folded pillow, he closed his eyes and he let out whiny moans out of his mouth. He felt lightheaded. Nothing could disturb him in this moment of pure pleasure.

It started mindlessly; he was laying on his stomach as he watched an episode of his favourite cartoon on his laptop. His belly lump was making him sad and upset, he needed to release his negative energy in some way. So he rubbed his dick against the mattress until it was engorged by blood.

He sneaked a hand down his sweats, palming himself through his boxers. He moaned into his pillow, cheek squished on the soft surface. He retracted his hand from his pants and his fingers came to grip on his sheets, hips rolling painfully against the bed.

When he turned his head on the other side, he looked at his other pillow and got an idea. He needed friction, more than just his mattress. His erection had to be enveloped by soft cushions. If he folded his pillow in half, it would form a perfect entrance for him.

That was what he did and now he was fucking it like a bunny in heat. "Uhh..." He let out a shaky breath, brows furrowed. He imagined his pillow being a hot wet pussy, his dick deeply buried in it. He could only guess what it would be like to fuck a woman; he never did.

Poor Jungkook, shy and introverted, stuttering each word he ever said to a girl. His cheeks were always red whenever they put their eyes on him, he couldn't help it, they intimidated him so much. They were kind to him, almost maternal sometimes and he could only be turned on by this behaviour. He liked how women were so caring with him, even though he couldn't say a sentence without his tongue tripping over his own words.

The veins on his arms were popping out as he held his pillow in place. "Aaah..." His voice cracked a little, going an octave higher. It felt so good, incredibly good. He'll have to clean his pillow case later, but it didn't matter. All he could wish for right now was to finally be touched or have the breasts of a woman in front of him so he could caress them delicately. He would be so delicate, so passionate about it.

He snapped his hips against the soft cushions, eyebrows furrowed as he focused deeply on his pleasure. "F-Fuuuck." His mind wandered somewhere it shouldn't, digging up old memories Jungkook swore to never think about again. They weren't bad souvenirs, quite the contrary... replaying them in his head, though, was wrong. Especially fantasizing about them.

He imagined you in your flimsy little white dress, too transparent to hide anything, too thin to hide your pink hardened nipples. He bucked his hips at that wonderful image, moaning at the tightness around his dick, deliciously wrapping it. He remembered the way your boobs jiggled when you laughed, a clear crystal laugh, so pretty it haunted his wet dreams.

Later that day, you gripped his bicep between your freshly manicured fingers, your nails slightly sinking into his skin. You were about to ask something, but instead you raised your eyebrows and looked at his arm. You squished it, feeling his muscles, and smiled beautifully. You complimented his body, telling him 'the little Jungkookie got bigger'.

He almost combusted in his shorts, gulping hard as he watched you walking away, your hips swinging from side to side gracefully. He jerked off to you that night. Hard.

You were Namjoon's friend, his roommate. He couldn't think of you like that, it was disrespectful, but damn it, how could he not. You were a woman, a pretty one, you got curves and all of that. And you were the only one he ever had a conversation with. A semblance of a conversation because Namjoon was there, but still, it was the longest he ever heard a woman talk to him.

He wondered what your pussy would look like, if it had large lips or not, if it was a shade of light or dark pink, if it was shaved or trimmed, maybe. Whatever how it looked, he would die to fuck it, to burry his dick in it. He really would.

He knew that you wore lingerie, white lingerie. He didn't know how often, but he knew that one time you did and it was enough to make him drill his dick in his folded pillow. He moaned and formed fist into the material, throwing his head back and hissing as he thought about that one time.

Namjoon threw a small party at their apartment and invited their friend group, including you. At one point, they were talking in the living room, but there was not enough place for you to sit. Then, Jimin suggested that you could sit on Jungkook's lap. You turned your head in his direction, all smiley, and approached him. He swallowed, trying to calm down.

You stayed on his lap for a long and insufferable thirty minutes where Jungkook was rock hard. It was painful and there was no way you didn't feel it, but you never got up. Close to him like that, he noticed the outline of your bra and panties. Your dress was short so when you stood up, he saw your pussy covered by white and laced underwear.

He tried to hide this image far, far away in a corner of his mind, but now, that was all he could think about as he humped his pillow like a horny teenage boy.

He was hypersensitive to each thrust, eliciting moans and whimpers from him. Yet, the sound of the front door opening didn't make it to his ears. The calls of his name neither, but maybe you should have spoken louder because how can that baby boy hear you through all of his cries?

"Jungkook, do you know where Namjoon put the USB key? He said-" You entered his room - literally breaking into his intimacy without a care as if you were his mother - and stood there, frozen.

The boy was fucking himself into the cushions of his pillow, his soft brown locks sticking to his forehead. You clenched your thighs, an involuntary reflex of seeing such a hot sight in front of your eyes. But then he stopped, startled by your unexpected presence. His face was livid, shame and fear written all over his cute features.

In utter distress, he shoved his pillow away and hid under his bed covers. Only his head was visible, nestled in his hands, his eyes probably scrunched shut by the embarrassment that was eating him alive.

"Fuck, fuck. I'm sorry." He apologized as if you weren't the one in the wrong for entering his private space without any warning. Jungkook didn't move a muscle, even though it was clear that he was tensed up, reasonably so.

His face was red, he was sure of it. What were the odds of you running into his room while he was masturbating and imagining dirty things about your body?

"No, it's okay." You said lowly, taking steps toward the bed. Jungkook glanced your way, your answer quite surprising. He felt horrible and you seemed just... fine, even glad. "I feel bad for interrupting you during such a... pleasurable moment."

He frowned, but your stare on him was too much. He turned his head to the opposite side, his heart beating faster in his rib cage. His erection was pressed down on the mattress and even though the situation would suggest a cockblock, he felt his dick pulsating harder.

The bed dipped when you positioned your knee on it, crawling slowly to Jungkook's shy form. His eyes widened, his mind going crazy at the thought of you in his bed. What were you doing? It looked like you wanted the moment to continue, you didn't seem repulsed by him, quite the contrary.

Your hand laid nicely on his back and his shoulders tensed up, you couldn't help but smile at that. "Kookie?" You called him, slipping your palm under the covers. His skin was hot, almost burning your fingertips. You ran your hand down his back, not too far, but enough to feel his spine. You went up, scratching his flesh with your nails in the process. "Answer me." You pouted, using your sweet voice.

"Yes?" He said in a breath, holding back the need to put your hand on his cock instead of his back.

Your hand traveled up to his head, passing your fingers through his silky brown hair. "Look at me, baby." You said gently again to not scare him or anything. The last thing you wanted was for him to reject you.

He did as you told him to, lifting his cute big eyes up on your face. You smile again, caressing his hair. You were wearing a long sleeve with a pleated skirt, an outfit he totally loved because it revealed your panties so easily, even though he looked away every time the air raised up your skirt.

"Can you sit up for me, Kookie?" He hesitated, what were you going to do? "Don't be shy, come on." Your voice was so gentle, he liked it so much. Each time he heard you talk, it soothed him and calmed him down.

He turned on his back, still covered by the bed sheets, and sat up on his bed. His chest was naked, fortunately for you. You checked him up, his abs nicely defined and his nipples a pretty shade of dark pink.

You got closer, bringing a hand to his chest. He tensed up again. "Shh, baby, it's only me." He looked at you then back in front of him. He took a breath, tensing down. "Good boy."

He blinked at the praise, your arms sliding around his neck. "Yn, I..." His voice came out shaky, stopping his sentence when your mouth was against his ear.

"It's okay, Kookie. I've wanted this for so long..." You whispered into his ear, sending shivers all over his skin. He closed his eyes, his lips apart as he tried to regain a normal breathing. "Don't you want it too?"

The words sounded unreal, you just couldn't want that, want him. Why would you when you could have any guy you wanted? Jungkook was inexperienced, no fun compared to them. But still, you were there, whispering seductively against his ear.

Nonetheless, Jungkook nodded, which made you smile and kiss his cheek softly. Your fingers dangerously moved down to his belly, reaching his crotch under the sheets and he let out an uncontrolled sob. You found him so cute and sensitive.

Despite his efforts to breathe normally, Jungkook's chest was going up and down faster. He swallowed hard, looking up at the ceiling, waiting patiently to finally feel your touch on his throbbing cock. "You're my little baby, Jungkook, aren't you?" You muttered against his cheek, your breath tickling his burning face. "You're mommy's baby boy, mh?"

While saying those words, you took his dick in your hand and his head flew backward, hitting the wall. "Ngh- Fuck!" You tightened your grip on his erection, watching him close his eyes and frown with his mouth slightly ajar.

You placed your hand on his forehead, moving strands of hair away from his eyes. You leaned down to peck his jaw, going slowly down to his throat where his Adam's apple was bobbing up and down each time he swallowed in a moan. You twisted your wrist, getting little hisses from Jungkook.

You left kisses all over his neck, some of your lipstick marking his skin, while slowly sliding up your palm to his tip. His bottom half was still hidden by the covers, though you could see what you were doing to the poor Jungkook from your point of view.

The boy couldn't stop shivering, his muscles all tensed up, but you knew he was feeling really good. His moans and whimpers were pretty much self-telling. "My pretty baby boy." You cooed, your lips trailing up and down his neck, never letting his skin alone. At this point, you were about to give him a love bite and the idea was very pleasing to you. "Does it feel better than your pillow? Hm, baby?"

Jungkook never thought he'd like to be babied nor even referring to yourself as mommy, but God... He was loving it, right now. "Mhmm." He nodded eagerly, his fists tightly gripping at his bedsheets as your hand ran over his cock with ease.

"Yeah, sure it does." Your free hand was snuggling in Jungkook's hair and your boobs were squished against his side. "Poor little cock. It never felt anything else than your pillow and your hand, am I right?" The contrast between your sweet voice and your humiliating words was so flustering to him.

"Yes, mommy-" The name slipped out of his mouth, almost like it was a reflex, a habit. Before he could think about it more, your hand's movements went faster. "Aaah! Fuck." He whimpered without any shame, this whole situation felt like a dream. Maybe he did dream about that exact scene before, but it was all really happening now.

You kept masturbating him as your other hand went down to your waist, pulling out your long sleeve from your skirt. You wanted to feel his touch too, it didn't matter if he didn't know what to do. So you took his hand that was the closest to you and sneaked it up under your top. This made him turn his attention to you, opening his eyes wide and watching you laying his hot palm on your tit. You weren't wearing a bra, so he immediately felt your hardened nipple.

"God, I- I..." He mumbled under his breath, his head going back in its previous spot against the wall. He spread his legs, wanting to feel more friction. His hand stayed on your boob, squeezing it harder as his pleasure got overwhelming. "Fucking fuck... Nngh..."

You felt his dick twitched and you understood he was close to his release. You fucked him harder and faster with your fist, but as Jungkook begun to cry louder, you stopped everything. You pulled the covers away from his cock and watched it throb angrily, the tip all red and sticky with pre-cum. You brought him to his edge without a single drip of cum coming out.

Jungkook was in pain and clearly frustrated as he whimpered. You caressed his inner thighs, kissing the lonely tear rolling down his reddened cheek as an apology. His hand dropped down from your chest, too tired to stay there.

"Does my baby boy want to fuck mommy's pussy?" You asked, hoping he'd say yes and just shove that big cock inside of you. His eyes sparkled, gaze locked on yours, pleading you with puppy eyes. He never thought he would literally lose his virginity to you. "Fuck me like you fuck your pillow, Kookie. Please." You whispered the last word next to his ear and he could have ejaculated right on the spot.

You backed away from him, resting on your knees beside his thighs. You tilted your head, waiting for a response, and then Jungkook nodded repeatedly. "I need words." You scowled him, but still with a soft voice.

"Yes, mommy. I want it." He answered in a breath, doe eyes on your figure, waiting patiently like a good boy for your next command.

"Come here." He was quick to follow your words, no longer ashamed of his nudity. His dick stood up proud against his tummy and you flicked your gaze down to look at it. You smiled, finding him so cute and needy. "Undress me."

His shaky hands reached the bottom of your top, pulling the material off your head. He was met with the beautiful sight of your boobs and his mouth flew open, admiration sparkling in his eyes.

"Come on." You urged him and he gulped, blushing. He circled your waist with his arms, tucking the zipper of your skirt down. He leaned down to pull it off of you as you helped him by lifting up your legs. Only your panties left, you laid down on your back, inviting Jungkook to get rid of the last piece of clothes.

He did so, looking back at your pussy. You hadn't shaved, a patch of hair crowning your crotch and he had to admit that he found you hotter with this detail revealed to him. He brought himself between your open legs, pussy lips begging to be parted and clit throbbing. You were wet, dripping wet from just giving him a handjob.

You took his cock in your hand, locking your legs around his hips. "Lean down on me, m'kay?"Jungkook nodded at your instruction, lowering his body on yours, his hands on each side of your waist. "Perfect. We'll take that here..." You brushed his tip through your folds and he hissed, frowning cutely. "And when you're ready, baby, you buck your hips into mine just like you would with your pillow."

He felt his cheeks heating up by the mention of him humping desperately his pillow. You walking on him was so embarrassing, but it had brought him between your legs, so he couldn't really complain.

"I'm- I'm ready." You were still holding his cock, but you let it go as he sunk his length into your pussy. He didn't expect you to moan, but you let out a beautiful sound past your lips while he entered you.

"Slow, baby, slow..." You warned him and you slid your hands up his muscular arms, settling them on his shoulders. "You're big... I need to get used to your size." This made him skip a breath, looking at you in the eyes, nodding. He had a big cock, according to you. This boosted his confidence for sure.

He slipped in gradually, letting your walls gently wrap around him. He moaned and cried, the feeling of being in a pussy totally new to him. It was hot, wet and tight inside of you and he couldn't believe he was finally having sex with a woman, with you. It was amazing.

His hips met yours and his thighs tensed up, restraining himself from exploding all over your insides. "I- Mommy..." He cried out and your heart stung at his pain, having the need to soothe him down. Poor little baby, it was so much difficult to hold himself like that, especially all edged up and buried in your cunt.

You ran your fingers through his soft hair, wanting nothing else but his pleasure. "Everything's fine, baby. Just let go. It'll feel good, I promise." You whispered to him.

He looked like he suffered when he bottomed up, going back down with a broken moan. "I'll cum, fuck." He fucked into your pussy as fast as he could, making your tits bounce on your chest and you couldn't keep in your moans. He was stretching you out deliciously, Jungkook's cock was the biggest you had ever taken.

He slammed his dick into you, his mouth spilling little 'uh uh uh' until he bucked his hips, staying still. He threw his head back, his erection twitching inside of you as you felt long strands of hot cum splattering your walls. He whimpered shakily, the veins on his arms popping out. When his head rolled back up, you noticed his eyes were watering and you found it endearing.

His hair was brushing his forehead and you cupped his face delicately, swiping your thumbs on his cheeks. "Did it feel good?" You asked, but you already knew what his answer would be.

"Yea- Yes..." He slumped down his body on you, your tits squished against his chest and his face snuggled in the crook of your neck. "Never came so hard, mommy."

You laughed softly, caressing his hair, sometimes scratching his head with your nails. "I know, baby." You cooed, hearing Jungkook little sniffs.

You didn't come, but it was okay. He didn't really know what he was doing, it was his first time after all. No need to pressure him, you'll get off later, remembering Jungkook's whimpers and the way he squirmed under your touch. You stayed in that position for some minutes, his cock softening into you.

You had to let go of him unfortunately, getting out of bed as you dressed back up. He laid on his back, watching your naked body that he touched, had sex with.

"Do you know where the USB key is? Namjoon said you'd know." You suddenly asked him, realizing that it was the reason why you came to his shared apartment in the first place. "It has our assignment on it."

"Oh, huh, yeah. It is in the first drawer of the furniture by the entry." You thanked him, putting on your skirt lastly.

You crawled on the bed next to him, pecking his lips and cheek. You backed away, smiling as you eyed the love bite you gave him. "I'll pick you up at 8 tonight. What do you think?" He seemed surprised at your proposition, his eyebrows raising up.

"Yes, of course." He gulped. Was this a date? How could it not be after what you had done...

"Great. Bye, baby. Have a good day." You left, leaving only your floral perfume behind.

Jungkook just gave you his virginity and he still didn't realize what it really implied. He was yours now.

The longer you knew Jimin, the better you understood him and his intentions. One of your favorite things about Jimin was that he knew what things were too personal and he never brought them up in order not to ruin the mood.

After he met the man that made you so miserable back when you were younger and more naive, you were happy that Jimin didn’t feel the need to discuss the whole thing, even though it had to be shocking for him too. After all, you’d already told him everything he needed to know and you saw no point in picking old wounds and explaining it any further. Nothing good would come out of it.

The longer you knew Jimin, the better you understood his shyness. Of course, he’d already explained to you why he felt the way he did, how long those thoughts plagued him, and what type of progress he’d made, and you appreciated all of those things. But, you also noticed that Jimin was still reserved in public, around people, including his friends, but you didn’t push him. If he gave you that same respect, you were going to give it right back without assuming it was all about you.

So, when Christmas came around and Jimin invited you to have dinner at Taehyung’s place, you immediately noticed the shakiness of his voice, which cracked by the end of the sentence he tried so hard to get out. You instantly noticed it because he was making progress around you and his voice never faltered unless you were talking about something that made him really anxious, like sexual stuff and, apparently, hanging out with his friends.

You were studying together in the library for hours and then he asked you to accompany him. The fact that he waited so long to ask you only told you it took Jimin a while to gather the courage to even ask. Clearly, this dinner was important to him.

Could you blame him for being scared of asking?

Who would want to take a girl who humiliates them for fun to hang out with all their friends? Jimin was probably scared you’d treat him the same way you treated him when it was just the two of you, but you hoped he knew that would never happen. You’d never show his friends any signs of your private dynamic.

This time, though, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut and asked Jimin if he was nervous about you coming with him. There were things that you both wanted to keep to yourself, but this was something you had to touch on, at least, even if it was too personal.

“Jimin, are you sure you want me to come?” you kept your voice low, so the conversation would stay between the two of you, even though the library was empty at this time. “You seem kind of worried about it, and I don’t want to go if my being there will make you uncomfortable.”

Jimin gulped loudly and then looked into your eyes. “No, I want you to come. I just… Don’t know how my friends will react.”

“To you bringing me as a date?” you asked, cocking your head to the side. Did his friends have something against the two of you dating? Taehyung, for one, loved the idea, and you were sure nobody else had anything against it. Why would they?

“No,” Jimin shook his head. “They’re all excited that we… Spend more time together now. I mean about the… Our thing.”

You leaned in, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and leaning in very close to his ear, “You think I would tell your friends about the toys you like to use or about you coming in your pants for me so often?”

You enjoyed watching him blush but smile through it because the memories were as pleasant for him as they were for you. Just a couple of days earlier, you got Jimin to come in his pants in public and the look on his face kept you up at night. It was cold outside, so he looked really pale but his cheeks got flustered because he felt that what the two of you were doing was wrong.

You whispered really nasty things to him—things you wanted to do to him, things he wanted to do to you, things you’d do with other people in front of him, anything that could get his mind and dick going, and it worked. He came with a grunt, and his cheeks instantly got red when he realized he was in public with a stain forming around his cock. Luckily, he was wearing black jeans and it wasn’t even visible to those who didn’t know what they were looking at.

Again, the library was not the place to be thinking about Jimin’s cock or the things you wanted to do to him to get him all worked up. You were there to study and to talk about this dinner party, apparently.

Jimin then cleared his throat and sneaked a glance your way. “Maybe,” he admitted, to which you immediately shook your head.

“Minnie… I’d never do that,” you told him, trying to sound as serious as you felt. “It’s between us. I may tease you, but not in front of other people. You know that, right?”

Jimin nodded but didn’t seem convinced. “Yeah, sure,” he said and got back to reading again, so you dropped the subject and hoped he knew you were serious about it.

On your way back home, while Jimin was explaining how complicated the dance he was practicing was, you kept thinking about the dinner thing. It was actually sad that he was worried about bringing you around his friend group, instead of being happy you two could share the experience together. Normal people didn’t have these worries, you realized. If he was dating a nice girl, like Natalie, he’d take her there without even giving it a second thought.

It took him at least three hours to ask you to join him, granted he found out right before you two met up, which probably wasn’t the case.

“Hey, Jimin, sorry, my mind’s not in it,” you stopped him mid-sentence, feeling guilt for being unable to concentrate on something that important to him. “I’m thinking about the dinner at Taehyung’s and I just want to tell you that it will be okay. Please, don’t worry about me showing or telling anyone anything about us.”

“Okay,” Jimin nodded with a sigh. “I didn’t really think you would say anything.”

“Good, because I wouldn’t. What’s between us stays there, right?” you asked and reached out for his hand, to which he intertwined his fingers with yours. “So, please, don’t worry about me embarrassing you in front of your friends and saying anything of that sort in front of others.”

“That’s good to know,” Jimin grinned and kept walking, so you followed too, hand in hand. “I was just worried that people would notice how we are around one another and figure it out, I guess.”

“How we are?” you wondered what he meant by that. Did you act strange around others? You didn’t really think so. You, for one, loved teasing him, but that was about it. You didn’t do it when other people could see or hear, so you were sure nobody knew what was really going on.

“I, I mean, we uh, we aren’t, uh, the most conventional people out there when we’re uh, together, I think,” Jimin mumbled his way to the end of the sentence with a knot in his throat.

“Do you mean because we’re not exactly touchy-feely or because we don’t have sex but play with each other or something else?” you asked shamelessly, completely forgetting that even a question like that could get Jimin flustered, which it did.

Jimin looked around as if he was wondering if someone heard you, which was impossible since there was practically no one on campus in late December. Still, his action showed you he still wasn’t relaxed around you when it came to sex.

“All of that,” he managed to say without his voice cracking so you squeezed his hand, hoping that would provide some kind of reassurance.

“We’re just two people dating,” you told him, which you could tell surprised him. “That’s all your friends will see. And what happens between us when we’re alone is our secret. Just like what they do in their bedrooms is theirs.”

Jimin nodded in agreement, happy that you found some common ground, but you just knew he was probably overthinking it and would do so until the dinner was over with.

The funny thing was, you were more nervous about the dinner than Jimin, at least it felt like it. You kept thinking about how his friends would react to the two of you, how Jimin would treat you in front of other people, whether his friends would think you’re a weird couple, and if you’d embarrass him in any way. When you realized what you were doing, you told yourself to get a grip and get over it.

It wasn’t like you to think about these things because you rarely got yourself to care about men this much. If someone’s friends didn’t like you, so what? It’s not like you had any real interest in them, so it wouldn’t matter if their friends had something to say.

Jimin, on the other hand, meant more to you than that, so you felt like you had to leave a good impression on his friends. You already knew Taehyung and Jungkook, and now that you remembered that you got Jimin to come in his pants in their vicinity, you were embarrassed with yourself for putting him in such an uncomfortable situation in the first place.

But, you instantly remembered how much Jimin liked that and how happy he was to oblige and blow his load in his boxers while you whispered nasty things in his ear, which eased some of your worries. He liked it too.

You weren’t like Mansoo, you weren’t forcing Jimin to do things he didn’t want to do, you weren’t depriving him of the things he wanted. In fact, you always asked him what he wanted, but most times, Jimin was too afraid to say it out loud. Maybe he’ll get over his shyness after a while and ask for what he really wanted, and you’d make sure he gets it. Until then, you’d just have to wait for him to start opening up.

Jimin picked you up a bit earlier than agreed, but you’d expected that. He’d never risk being late and would rather show up an hour early than ten minutes late, so you got ready half an hour before you had to be ready, and it paid off. Up until that point, you’d never seen Jimin in a suit, so seeing him dressed like that when you opened the door for him made you stop dead in your tracks and stare at him.

Since you didn’t say a word when you opened the door, Jimin stared right back, seemingly shocked by your silence. You, of course, immediately realized that he was surprised to see you stare at him like that, so you checked him out from head to toe and whistled in approval. “Wow, you look great, Minnie,” you told him with a grin, which made him smile right back at you with a sigh of relief.

“Uh, thank you,” Jimin scratched the back of his head and looked at you from head to toe, a lot slower than you did. “You look… wonderful.”

“Thanks,” you nodded, stepping out of the apartment and locking it behind you on your way out. “Ready to go?”

Jimin nodded and led you to the car and, of course, opened the door for you. He wasn’t really talkative during the ride there, and you realized he was still worried about how the dinner was going to go, so you decided to ask him about it. Honesty was the best policy after all, right?

“Are you worried about the dinner?” you asked after minutes of riding in silence, other than the song that was playing on the radio. It was weird for you two not to talk for such a long time, and you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Uh, not worried,” Jimin said, scrunching his eyebrows. “It’s a social gathering, so it’s not exactly the ideal environment. Then I’m also taking you this time and I’m sure we’ll be the center of attention.”

“And you don’t like being that,” you said, nodding. You understood what he meant. Whenever one of your friends brought a guy to one of your gatherings, the guy would immediately become the main attraction, like Jimin said. Everyone would ask a question, make jokes, and try to include him in the conversation. Jimin didn’t want that to be the two of you since he never enjoyed having that many eyes on him, and you completely understood. “You can just turn around and drop me off at the apartment, you know?”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Jimin scoffed, still focused on the road, both hands on the wheel, staring right ahead. “I invited you.”

“I know, but if you feel even more nervous than you usually would, you might not have a good time,” you sighed.

“We’re going,” Jimin cleared his throat. “It will be fine.”

He didn’t sound convinced, but you had no choice other than to nod and stop pushing. If he wanted to go without you, he could, but Jimin wouldn’t leave you hanging like that, you were sure. He’d never do that to anyone, even if you didn’t mind.

“You should wear suits more often,” you said in a teasing manner, turning to face him to take the sight in, and the complement visibly messed with Jimin.

Jimin shot you a glance but quickly looked back at the road, shaking his head. “Why?”

“They fit you just right…” you cocked your head to the side and inspected the suit he was wearing.

The shirt was white and tight, hugging his toned arms and torso, accentuating his slim waist, while the fact that he left a couple of buttons unbuttoned made your imagination run wild. Then, the tight dark blue pants made the curve of his ass and those thick thighs even more visible, and you suddenly got an urge to touch him.

Jimin gulped loudly at your compliment before smiling, even though you could tell he was trying not to. “Thanks,” was all he could muster out before you started to drag your fingers up his thigh, stopping right before you reached his crotch, dragging your nails all the way down to his knee.

“You look so manly in a suit,” you chirped, continuing to tease him with your fingernails while Jimin tried to focus on driving. “All business-like. Big dick energy.”

The thought made Jimin snicker, which in turn caused you to make a tsk sound at him, unhappy that he wasn’t able to take the compliment. “What, you don’t think so?”

“I… Thank you,” Jimin decided to back down. “I didn’t know you liked suits.”

“Me neither,” you admitted, suddenly realizing that Jimin got hard. “See? That’s a part of their charm. I can tell when you’re in the mood.”

Jimin bit down on his lip and took a deep breath, still staring right ahead while you fought the urge to cup his crotch. Your fantasy included Jimin pulling over and fucking the shit out of you on the side of the road, punishing you with his cock for all the snickering and teasing you did, making you understand who’s really in charge. But, Jimin kept quiet and in a couple of minutes, you reached Taehyung’s place.

When he heard Jimin park in front of the house, Taehyung answered the door, waving at the two of you with a huge Santa hat on his head and a Christmas apron on, looking like a warm host. As soon as you approached, Taehyung went in for a hug.

“Thanks for coming, it’s so good to see you,” he said, patting your back. “You look great!”

“Thanks for the invite,” you said and then looked at Jimin, who was getting a hug from his friend. “Didn’t know you’re such a Christmas fan.”

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year and all that,” Taehyung chuckled loudly, patting Jimin on the back. “Really happy you two could make it.”

“Yeah,” Jimin nodded and then handed Taehyung the bottle of wine and a cake you two bought for the occasion.

Going there empty-handed wasn’t an option, not when Taehyung seemed to put in a lot of effort into making a ton of food, getting a bunch of alcohol, making punch and mulled wine, and at least five different types of cakes.

As it turned out, his friends helped since his family was out of town. Taehyung hated the idea of spending Christmas Eve alone, so he invited a bunch of friends and told them to invite anyone else who feels like hanging out. Luckily for Jimin, that meant that the two of you were not the center of attention. Of course, some of Jimin’s friends wanted to be introduced to you, but most of the people there weren’t close to Jimin, so they simply said hi, asked you two how you were doing, and moved on to talk with someone else, leaving you two to spend most of the evening together.

“Fancy seeing you two here,” Jungkook walked over and greeted you with a huge smile on his face, which gave away just how tipsy he already was. “I’m lying, I knew you were coming.”

His joke make you laugh, but Jimin still seemed tense, as if he was scared someone was going to say too much to you, or that you’d say too much to his friends.

“Having fun?” you asked Jungkook, trying to keep the conversation going since Jimin seemed out of it. These were his friends, but he seemed stiff and panicky around them right now, and you knew you were the reason behind that.

“Yeah, actually. Taehyung really outdid himself this time,” Jungkook looked around and nodded in approval. “Have you guys tried the soup? I don’t know what he put in that thing, but it’s great.”

“I really have to get the recipe, no kidding,” you agreed as the soup was so good you were starting to think Taehyung ordered it, and it made Jungkook laugh. Jimin breathed out through his nose in an attempt to laugh too, but you could tell he was still awkward.

“Is Jimin being good company today?” Jungkook leaned in and wrapped his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, and you could just tell Jimin felt embarrassed about the question.

Of course, Jungkook was charming, confident, and talkative—all the things Jimin just didn’t think about himself, so when Jungkook made a remark about Jimin and his company, you were sure it upset your date.

“Jimin’s always great company,” you said, nudging him, to which the two of them shot glances at each other.

“I didn’t know she was such a liar,” Jimin joked, which made all three of you laugh, and you thought Jimin would finally start relaxing a bit more once he realized that no one was there to make fun of him, especially not you. “Just trying to avoid people, I guess.”

“It’s a good thing you brought a date then,” Jungkook grinned at you. “Nobody wants to come over and interrupt a couple talking. Well, nobody except nosy guys like me, but I just wanted to say hi and tell you to eat something before it’s all gone.”

“That went great,” you noted once Jungkook left you two on your own by the table, and Jimin nodded in agreement.

“True, nothing embarrassing was mentioned,” Jimin continued nodding. “It’s okay so far.”

“What are you so scared of?” you leaned in and cocked an eyebrow up. “Are you afraid your friends are going to tell me something?”

“I just don’t want them to say something stupid or embarrassing,” Jimin admitted after a second of eye contact. “I mean, you already know I’m not very social and all that stuff.”

“There’s really nothing they can say that would change my mind about you,” you decided to be honest with Jimin since you could see he still wasn’t relaxed even though his best friends were here and nobody was paying attention to the two of you. “Being anxious around people is totally normal. Besides, if they make you feel uncomfortable, I can make them feel that way. If you want that, of course.”

Suddenly, Jimin burst out laughing and covered his mouth with his hand when he did that, but you still enjoyed seeing him laugh so heartily. “I just imagined you saying one of the things you say to me to Jungkook and it’s just… Gold. The difference is, Jungkook would have a good thing to say back.”

“You think?” you cocked your head to the side, challenging him. Of course, you weren’t going to say anything like that to Jungkook. You had no sexual interest in him and you, in fact, wanted his friend. Still, you wondered what Jimin thought of as a “good thing” to say back. Why didn’t he say it? “You’d be surprised.”

“Definitely,” Jimin cleared his throat and looked at the crowd of people that were gathering around the table filled with alcohol. “Guys like Jungkook always do.”

“So,” you scooted your chair to sit closer to Jimin, suddenly losing all interest in the food in front of you or the people in the room. “If I told Jungkook I wouldn’t be able to feel his dick, he’d say something back?”

It was a risk, just asking that, but you kept your voice down and you were 100% sure no one could hear. Still, if Jimin didn’t want to talk about that at Taehyung’s, you’d understand and change the topic. For a second, you felt like you did too much—he choked, coughed, and looked away before finally sneaking a glance your way.

“I t-think so,” Jimin whispered back, eyes focused on the table instead of at you.

“Like what?” you teased, wondering what Jimin thought a “real man” would say in that situation.

You were sure he had a lot of things on his mind, but never dared to say them to you, so he let you say whatever you wanted and do what you wanted, instead of asking for something himself.

“I, I don’t know,” Jimin shrugged and took a big gulp of the white wine in front of him, maybe to distract you both from the conversation. Or, maybe he needed some liquid courage. “Maybe that you won’t know until you try it.”

Then, Jimin glanced at you in that shy way of his that instantly turned you on. If he said those words to you, he’d get fucked. No, in fact, you’d let him do whatever he wanted, especially if he gave you one of those innocent looks when he said it.

It was time for you to challenge him a bit, so you lowered your voice again before speaking, “And you wouldn’t say that?”

“Me?” Jimin scoffed as if the idea was ridiculous. To be honest, you didn’t think he’d gather the courage to say anything of the sort to you, but a girl could hope. “I’d… Maybe think it.”

“Well, maybe you need to speak up for yourself more often,” you suggested before reaching for your glass and taking a slow sip while staring right into Jimin’s eyes over the rim of the glass, enjoying the way he was squirming because of you. “Can’t have something unless you ask for it.”

“I’ll, I’ll… Remember that.”

“You do that,” you chuckled and downed the rest of your wine before getting up. “Do you want more?”

Jimin decided to join you, so you ended up talking to two of his friends you weren’t that familiar with, Hoseok and Yoongi, who also seemed like cool guys. Of course, Jimin still wasn’t relaxed, but was he ever when you were around?

Still, he seemed a bit less tense thanks to the drinks he’s had, so much so that he even joked with Hoseok and Yoongi in front of you and didn’t seem embarrassed when they noted how happy he seemed around you, which you took as a great sign.

“He does? That’s such a nice thing to say, thank you”, you nodded at Hoseok, who smiled widely.

“You’re both nice people, I get why you get along now,” he nodded and patted Jimin’s shoulder. “Our friend here’s a bit on the shy sid—”

“A bit more than a bit, but yeah, go on,” Yoongi motioned for Hoseok to keep going with his motivational speech for Jimin, and you enjoyed every second of it.

“Dude!” Hoseok shot his friend a glare before turning to you, smiling, and continuing. “As I was saying, Jimin can be a bit shy, but he’s a really cool and kind guy once you get to know him better. I’m not saying you two don’t know each other well or anything, just that Jimin is cool.”

Yoongi nudged Hoseok with a snicker, thinking he was doing the most, which he kind of was. While you knew what Jimin was like, you liked hearing how other people felt about him—it helped you see the bigger picture and understand him a bit better. “Dude, stop.”

“You’re probably the only person in the world who thinks of me as cool,” Jimin said while chuckling. “You don’t have to try to impress her on my behalf.”

“I had to give it a try,” Hoseok placed a hand over his heart and frowned at Jimin. “I’m a real one. Anyway, I know you don’t need my help, I’m just sharing my opinion on you with your lovely date here.”

Yoongi placed his elbow on Hoseok’s shoulder and leaned in. “Since they’re here together, maybe he doesn’t need your help, huh?”

“Jimin definitely doesn’t, but thanks,” you smiled at Hoseok. “I can see all his friends really like him. That’s a good sign.”

“You see?” Hoseok clapped. “I did help! Now we’ll leave you to it, I’m going to get something to eat and Yoongi will follow me because he really likes to butt in every conversation I have.”

Once the pair was gone, you told Jimin you liked his friends.

“You do?” He seemed surprised as if they weren’t all trying to make you feel welcome the entire night. “I hope they aren’t making you embarrassed or uncomfortable.”

“Me?” you stopped for a second. “Me? You know I don’t get shy easily. They’ve all been really sweet. And they all seem to like you a lot.”

“They’re great guys,” Jimin agreed, pouring himself another drink. “Oh, there’s Jin from my dance class. Do you want to meet him?”

So, you met Jin and some other guys from the dance class, who also seemed to be sweet guys who respected Jimin. Everyone told you they were happy to meet you, but nobody gave any additional information like you hoped. A part of you wanted to hear what Jimin’s been saying about you, but you knew that wouldn’t happen—Jimin would never talk about you two to other people. Your thing was between you, so the fact that he invited you to Taehyung’s dinner party with all his friends meant a lot. He was finally letting you into his world, step by step.

A couple of hours and drinks later, Jimin seemed a lot more relaxed. He joked around with friends, talked a lot more openly with you, and even had his hand on the small of your back as you made your way through the crowd so he could show you to the bathroom. Of course, before that happened, you two were slow dancing, like everyone else. At a certain point, Taehyung dimmed the lights and said everyone had to dance to this one song, which made most people grunt. However, everyone did dance, so Jimin and you didn’t have a choice, not really.

It wasn’t that you minded at all, you were just worried about how Jimin would feel. Maybe he didn’t want close contact with you in front of his friends. Surprisingly, Jimin didn’t seem to mind either, probably because the lights were dimmed and nobody could really see you two.

His arm was wrapped around your waist while the other one held yours, chest pressed against chest, a smile on his face. You danced slowly, in silence, smiling at each other, and it didn’t take Jimin long to start looking away every couple of seconds. Instead of teasing him about it, you danced to the rhythm and enjoyed the warmth of his body against yours.

“This feels nice,” you told Jimin, letting go of his hand so you could hold onto his shoulder.

Jimin took the opportunity to wrap his other hand around your waist again, which took you by surprise. It was a lot more confident than anything he’d shown that day. “Thanks for coming.”

“Anytime,” you said with a chuckle. “I like this confidence on you.”

“What confidence?” Jimin laughed. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“You seem a bit more relaxed around me. It feels good,” you turned your face to the side so you could look at him. “Suits you.”

Jimin looked at you, tried to remain serious, but quickly smiled and looked away all flustered. He was trying to be more confident around you, but when you were that close, he just couldn’t. “It does?”

“Yeah,” you leaned in so you could whisper to him. “I love confident men.”

Jimin breathed in deeply and looked straight ahead, over your shoulder, while licking his lips. “Oh.”

“I like you more, though… Especially when you’re so composed,” you brushed your lips against his earlobe, and that immediately got a reaction out of him. “Manly.”

His cock twitched against your stomach, slowly getting erect, and you had very different reactions to it. You were pleased with getting Jimin horny so fast, especially with people around because it made you remember just how much Jimin liked this whole thing of yours. Yeah, he got flustered and shy, but he loved it so much. Jimin, on the other hand, stiffened immediately and held his breath.

Since that, of course, didn’t make his erection go away or make it seem any less noticeable, Jimin sighed. “Sorry.”

“Minnie, no need to apologize,” you squeezed his shoulder. “It’s… A compliment when it’s you.”

You could tell Jimin liked the compliment a lot since he immediately looked down and his cheeks flushed with color. “Uhm, uh, thanks.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just, uh, don’t want people t-to see,” Jimin cleared his throat and gave you a worried look. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Want us to go take care of it?” You suggested, knowing Jimin could easily turn the offer down.

It was the first time you offered something like this up front, without all the teasing and games. You wanted to help him out, and you’d do it in whatever way he saw fit. If he wanted to finally feel you, you’d let him after he’s been so good to you. Still, he could say no.

After all, his entire friend group was right there, and Jimin wasn’t the type of guy who left the party to go fool around. You guessed his friends would tease him about it if they saw, and Jimin’s worst nightmare was being made the center of attention, especially when things turned sexual.

That’s why his silent nod surprised you. However, you didn’t hesitate at all, and that’s how you ended up going to the bathroom with Jimin’s hand on your back.

Jimin led the way, opened the door for you, and closed it behind you, and that’s when he stopped and waited for you to take control. For some reason, you hoped he’d be the one to do it that time, that he’d take the lead and kiss you first, or initiate something, anything.

“How do you want to get rid of it?” you asked, taking a step towards him. Once again, you were throwing the ball to his court, allowing him to choose.

“Y-you choose,” Jimin said after hissing since your mouth got really close to his. “It’s, it’s, it’s all fine by me.”

All? Really? You had a feeling he’d turn into a muttering mess if you told him to just put it in. You two weren’t there yet, and Taehyung’s bathroom probably wasn’t the best place to have sex for the first time, especially not with someone as sweet and delicate as your Minnie.

“Hm, you sure, Minnie?” you couldn’t hide your smirk when you asked, especially since your question made Jimin gulp loudly, probably at all the implications your question carried.

Instead of saying a word, he pressed his lips together and nodded once, slowly.

You had two options. You could be a nice girl for Jimin and drop to your knees for your date, let his cock out of the confines of his boxers, and suck it into your mouth. The thought of wrapping your tongue around his tip and licking the underside while his cock goes down your throat made you salivate, mostly because you could already hear Jimin’s soft, grateful moans and grunts before he spilled his seed into your throat.

The other option was more of something you usually did, which was to tease Jimin, play with him, but please him in the end, but not before making him squirm and mumble and become putty in your hands.

“Have it your way then,” you scoffed and placed your hands on his chest before pushing him gently until his back reached the wall and he had nowhere to go. Your leg made its way between his legs, your thigh pressing against his crotch as his erection only got harder. “Okay?”

“Y-yeah,” Jimin muttered, holding his breath as he looked down between his legs, the sight of your thigh pressing into his crotch clearly getting the better of him.

“I’m glad you said yes,” you admitted, leaning in to brush your lips against his neck on your way to whisper to him. “You turn me on when you act so manly and composed, Minnie… It’s so unlike you, but I love it.”

Jimin nodded slowly, his breathing getting shakier with every word that left your mouth.

“Can I admit something?” your voice was shaking when you asked Jimin that, even though you knew he’d say yes—didn’t he always?

“Uhm,” he paused to clear his throat and take a deep breath before continuing, “yes.”

“I really regret not making you come there with the plug in you, Minnie,” you dragged the nickname out, enjoying the way his teeth sunk into his plush bottom lip as he listened to you explained your desires. “If you had survived this night with it in your ass, I would have brought you here and sat on your cock, gave you the ride of your life… For being a good boy.”

As you talked, Jimin’s hips bucked into your leg desperately, and by the time you were finished with explaining what you would have done in that scenario, he was practically rutting against your thigh, wanting to feel more pressure on his hard cock, and that drove you wild. You loved making him lose control and forget where he was.

“What is it, Minnie, baby?” you whispered again before placing a soft kiss just below his ear, making him grunt. “Talk to me.”

“I need you,” he said in such a whiny tone of voice that it was your turn to hiss.

If you wanted to be mean, you could easily make him beg for you, get him on his knees, pleading for you to touch his dick. But, tonight was not the night for that. Jimin did great tonight. He brought you into his world, let you meet his friends, introduced you to everyone, and acted confident around you, which meant he deserved an award from you, not further torture.

So, instead of playing with Jimin, you quickly moved your hand down from his chest to his crotch, cupping his clothed cock, happy to feel just how hard it was for you. “You’re really, really handsome, Minnie… I hope you know that.”

Jimin nodded, but you knew he was just agreeing so you’d continue feeling him up, which is exactly what you planned on doing. After the slight nod, you squeezed his erection hard, so hard it made him moan, even though he tried to muffle the sound.

“So hard already,” you mumbled before removing your hand from his crotch, which instantly made him wince. “Pull your pants down.”

Obedient as he was, Jimin’s hands quickly found the button and zipper of his suit pants, and before you could blink, they were pooling around his ankles, letting you get a good of his toned thighs and clothed erection.

“Underwear, too,” you ordered, and Jimin once again did as asked. Soon enough, his dick was out in the open, and Jimin let his hands fall to his sides.

His cock was hard and sticking out, so you lowered your hand and gently smacked it from below, enjoying its weight on your palm. “Look how hard you are for me, Minnie… Already drooling?”

When you asked that, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling the drop of precum and smearing it over his tip, which made him hiss loudly. It was so hot to even see him dressed like that, all manly, dressed up, serious about this date, and then look down and see his throbbing cock lying in your palm, twitching up, desperate for a crumb of your attention.

You were sure you could talk him into coming—you could tell him he has a small dick and that you barely feel it in your palm, humiliate him, tell him you’d never fuck him, and he’s squirt cum all over you, grunting with red cheeks as he did so. But, tonight was not the night for such games, sadly.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” you frowned, to which Jimin instantly responded, not wanting you to worry.

“I-I’m sorry, I just don’t want anyone to hear,” he lowered his voice when he told you this, and you realized he was actually scared of someone realizing what was going on in that bathroom, which was understandable.

“But you want this?” you wanted to confirm, wondering if you’d overstepped his boundaries and made a fool out of yourself by playing games with him in his best friend’s bathroom.

“Yes, yes,” Jimin responded right away with a grin. “Fuck yes.”

“Then we’ll just have to keep our voices down,” you whispered to him, leaning in close to his ear. Jimin’s body was reacting to you, and there was no way for him to hide it, not when his cock twitched in your hand lightly. “I just wanted to touch you and let you know how handsome you are in that suit… Acting so manly around your friends, being so sweet and polite…”

Jimin kicked his head back and moaned when you started to jerk him off slowly, just enough for him to get some sort of friction and enjoy the touch of your hand. You simply wrapped your fingers around his cock and tugged at the skin gently, pulling it back just a little bit.

“Out of all the men out there, you’re the only one that turns me on,” you admitted, which made him groan. “Do you know that, Minnie?”

“No,” he shook his head at you and looked into your eyes for a second. “I think they’re all a lot m-manlier…”

“Think they have bigger dicks?” You asked, still keeping your voice down, still holding onto his cock, and gently moving your fist up and down his length. He was crazy if he really believed any of those guys had anything on him or his dick. Jimin had it all—he just hadn’t realized it yet, but that’s why you were there.

“Definitely,” he hissed at the thought, clearly getting turned on by the idea of being the one with the smallest dick around.

“Maybe,” you agreed with a shrug, “but I’m still playing with yours.”

With that, you moved your hand up to your mouth, licked it, careful to get enough saliva on it so you could coat his cock, allowing it to move faster over his length.

“Ah,” Jimin moaned and closed his eyes at the wet sensation around him, “I’m lucky.”

“You are,” you couldn’t help but agree after reminding yourself that you’re still playing with him and that you weren’t supposed to be getting in your feelings while jerking him off, “but so am I.”

This admission made his eyes snap wide open before he gave you a confused look. Was he not aware of this? If not, you weren’t doing a good job of being a good date or girlfriend or whatever you were to Jimin. “You are?” he took a deep breath before asking as if he was gathering courage.

“Mhm…” you hummed in agreement without any hesitation. The last thing you wanted was for Jimin to start doubting any of this again. You’ve been there and done that, and those things were behind you. “I get to watch you be so nasty and then act so innocent around all your friends”

“Yes,” Jimin said as a drop of precum got smeared all over your palm due to your slow, steady movements. Oh, he was loving this whole thing.

“Do you like being that dirty?” The question was absolutely unnecessary as the answer was in your palm, but you wanted to drag it out to turn him on even more. You wanted to make him lose control of himself, take his mind off the anxiety, and live a little.

“Yes!” Jimin’s ready answer almost made you chuckle, so you rewarded him by speeding up your pace.

“And them not knowing?” you suggested, guessing this was something Jimin was into.

After all, you still couldn’t get that afternoon out of your mind, the one where you lay in bed with him and made him come all over himself while his friends were in the other bunk bed, unaware of the nasty things you two were doing.

“Yeah, that,” he nodded quickly, his eyes focusing on your fingers wrapped around his cock, pleasuring him so sweetly. “Mhm.”

Suddenly, the perfect question came to mind, one that could result in a very interesting conversation. “Do your friends think we fuck, Minnie?”

“N-no,” Jimin cleared his throat to get rid of the coarseness before repeating himself loud and clear this time, “no.”

“You didn’t brag?” you asked with a pout while squeezing his dick hard.

“No… I would never,” Jimin looked right into your eyes as he said those words, and you were certain he was telling the truth. You wouldn’t mind if he shared some parts of your relationship with others, seeing as that was what most people did. However, Jimin just didn’t seem to be that type of guy.

“Such a good boy for me,” you cooed and started moving your hand again, this time at a decent pace, one that instantly made him grunt. “Keeping your mouth shut when you need to…”

“I’d never talk about it,” Jimin repeated himself just to bring his point across, but there was no need—you trusted him completely when it came to this.

“Would they believe you?”

Jimin scoffed and looked down at your hand wrapped around his dick, “No way.”

“Right?” you giggled and tongued your cheek, remembering that you had to play your part here. “Who’d believe that anyone wants to touch that little cock of yours?”

Jimin played along instantly, muttering a quick “yes, exactly,” before biting down on his bottom lip, eyes still glued to your hand as it continued to pleasure him.

“Only as a joke,” you explained further, to which he instantly nodded

“Yes, joke… Pathetic,” Jimin said the word with such confidence that it instantly made you realize that was what he was into. He wanted to be called small and pathetic while you were providing him with some sort of sexual relief—that’s what excited him.

“Right,” you leaned in and moaned into his ear when you realized he was so into it he was leaking precum onto your hand, and you hadn’t even put your mouth on him yet. “It’s a pathetic tiny cock that I wouldn’t even feel. Well maybe if you put it in my ass, but not even that.”

You did not need to put that image in your head, let alone his, because it instantly made you wonder how he’d feel in both your holes. You’d take either one at this point, that’s how badly you wanted him.

“No, you wouldn’t,” Jimin shook his head and spoke in moans, hands balled up in fists as he fought against his orgasm. “It’s so… Small.”

“Not good enough?”

“Not at all,” he agreed with a gulp, despite it being the furthest thing from the truth. You knew he’d feel so good inside of you.

“I should get a real man to play with,” you bluffed, even though you’ve used this one a thousand times before, and it always seemed to work.

Jimin hummed in agreement, clearly entranced by the way you started to move your hand around his cock, watching it go up and down its length. You couldn’t blame him—you were having a hard time deciding between staring at his cock or at his pretty face.

“Should I go get Jungkook, Minnie?” you teased Jimin, wondering what he’d do in that situation. “Ask him to come fuck me?”

Jimin side-eyed you, but he was still immersed in pleasure, even though he seemed scared of you actually going through with this idea. You’d never do something like that, especially not with a friend of his, but it was a part of the game to say things you didn’t really mean.

“Maybe,” he finally said, and his admission turned you on even more than his hard dick in your hand.

“Imagine that… You jerking that tiny thing you call a dick while Jungkook takes me from behind…” you purred against his neck, making him hiss. “Would you like watching?”

“I’d,” Jimin gulped loudly before continuing, “I’d love to see you get fucked.”

He didn’t sound confident when he said the words, but he was louder than before, and you had a feeling Jimin only liked it as an idea.

“Would you like to fuck me?” you asked, feeling like your heart was beating so fast it would stop. Why did you even ask something like this? You were possibly setting yourself up for failure, especially since you were dying for him to tell you to make the first move or make one himself. Until then, you wouldn’t initiate intercourse, and that was slowly making you go wild. You wanted him, plain and simple.

“Fuck, yes,” Jimin kicked his head back and gulped before breathing in shakily, his cock twitching under your fingers. “I really would.”

The second he said that, you felt yourself clenching around nothing. You couldn’t remember the last time a man got you that turned on just by speaking to you. He hasn’t touched you, but you were already ready for him. “Even if your cock is small?”

Jimin hummed in agreement, looking down at your hand once again, face distorting in pleasure.

“You’d probably come right away,” you snickered at Jimin, but the thought excited you. It could happen the first time, there was a high chance that it would, and that got you going—just imagining Jimin being so turned on that he comes the second he feels your warm pussy around his length. Contrary to what he clearly believed, you’d love it.

“Mhm… Inside of you,” he mumbled, and the admission completely surprised you. That was his thing? Getting to come in you? It made sense when you thought about it, especially if he liked being degraded—it was the one thing he could do to prove some sort of dominance.

You could already imagine Jimin if he ever snapped around you, you could feel his hand around your throat, his hips snapping into you, cock thick and hard between your walls, spurting cum inside you, fucking it into you when it threatened to spill. You could see it all and you could just hope it would happen soon.

It was your turn to speak with a shaky voice, but you couldn’t help it, not when he turned you on that much. “Oh, you’d like to come inside of me?”

“God, yes,” Jimin hissed and bucked his hips into your hand.

Your other hand instantly flew to his balls, and you started to massage them in your palm, your other hand still tugging at his dick.

“I’d really like to fuck you with a toy…” you changed the topic, deeming it safer than continuing to discuss this fantasy you were so tempted to turn into reality. But, you had to respect him and his pace. “To show you what a cock should feel like.”

“Mhm…” Jimin nodded.

Was that a yes? Your pussy clenched the very instant he moaned, and you imagined getting to fuck him. For some reason, that thought turned you on—having him spread out on the bed for you, fucking his tight hole, giving him so much pleasure that he squirts cum all over his stomach and chest, bucking his hips into the dildo to feel more friction… You were too far gone.

“You like that toy that much?”

It didn’t take Jimin long to admit it this time, meaning that he was getting closer. “I love it.”

“Do you imagine it’s me?” you breathed the words, wondering if you are what he thought about when he jerked off. He was your go-to person to think of when you needed to come fast.

Jimin quickly nodded, breathing in loudly.

You had to know more, even though it wasn’t exactly a part of the game. You should have been telling him things, not the other way around, but you wanted to know more. “What do you imagine?”

“You, uh, you touching me like that…”

“With a finger? Tongue? Toys?” you offered Jimin some options, hoping that would make it more comfortable for him to speak on the topic more and explain himself.

He shook his head, eyes focused on your hand. “Anything… Just you… Touching me and my pathetic dick…”

“Making you come?”

“Making me come,” Jimin instantly confirmed before clenching his jaw and grunting, clearly wanting to prolong the moment as much as possible and not come all over himself or you. After all, you were in Taehyung’s bathroom.

“We’ll do that next time then…” you said, getting too relaxed, letting yourself talk too much, make it personal. “When we don’t have this much company.”

“Okay okay, yes,” he nodded a couple of times, as if he enjoyed that idea.

“Even though I think you like having company, Minnie,” you couldn’t help but add, remembering how much he seemed to enjoy being naughty in public. “You love the idea of people finding out you’re not a good boy after all, huh?”

“Sometimes,” Jimin agreed before sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, eyes still glued to your hand, cock leaking precum into your palm.

“Mhm… I feel like you’re enjoying this, me touching your cock while your friends are all out there, unaware of what’s going on,” you turned to a familiar topic, one you knew Jimin enjoyed. “Even if they did notice we were gone for a long time, there’s no way they’d think anything sexual was going on. How would they?”

“They would never,” he was ready to agree, and you completely believed him. His friends wouldn’t even think you two left to do something sexual. Jimin was a respectful person and he didn’t even want to kiss you in public, so you were sure none of his friends suspected what was actually going on with you two.

“Exactly, they know you,” you snickered, squeezing his dick so hard it made him let out a groan and close his eyes for a while. “They know how tiny your dick is and that you don’t even want to show it to girls.”

“They do.”

The way he instantly agreed and sounded so whiny when doing it made you move your hand again, wanting him to come, to feel good. “So they’d never think we’re doing anything with that dick of yours.”

“Mhm,” Jimin shook his head. “Never.”

“Do you want to come, Minnie?” you leaned in, placing a soft kiss to the side of his neck, which made him hum in agreement. “Let’s move to the sink so you don’t shoot it all over me. Don’t want people to find out how nasty you really are.”

You both took a couple of steps towards the sink, Jimin positioning his hips against it, you standing on his right, his cock still in your hand, your fingers pumping it.

“Maybe we should do it one of these days,” you blurted out while you focused on how good his cock looked in your palm. He was always so hard for you, so easy to please, so thankful that you were even touching him, not even dreaming of everything you’d be willing to do for him.

“What?” Jimin asked, shooting you a glance in the mirror.

“Have you fuck me with a toy…” you said instead of saying what was actually on your mind—have him fuck you, fill you up, use you however he wanted. “Since I won’t be able to feel the real thing,” you added for good measure.

“Yes, please,” he nodded and looked down again, slow moans coming out with almost every breath he took.

“You’d like that?”

He was now beginning to grunt, hands gripping the sink as his climax approached. “Just want to make you feel good.”

“You’re always so sweet, Minnie,” you grabbed his ass with your other hand, leaving it there to squeeze and pat it, which just made him buck his hips into your palm. If you were any meaner than you already were, you’d ask him to fuck your palm as if it were a fleshlight, but you didn’t have time for that.

“For you,” he breathed, pressing his lips together to suppress a loud grunt.

“Yes,” you said and broke character by leaning in to kiss him, which Jimin accepted without a word.

Your tongue probed inside his mouth, finding his, playing with it, and a second later, you felt Jimin coming, his sperm shooting out of his cock and landing all over Taehyung’s sink. Well, most of it. Some of it did end up on the wall above the sink as his cock twitched.

“What a nasty little dick…” you chuckled, still jerking Jimin’s cock, milking every last drop. “Shooting your cum all over your friends’ place, unable to hold on for a while…”

Jimin grabbed the sink as you squeezed the last of the cum out and let go of his cock, turning the water on to wash your hands, the sink, and remove the remnants of his orgasm from the wall. When you were done, Jimin was still holding onto the sink and taking deep breaths.

“Are you alright?” you patted his back and smiled warmly, hoping you didn’t overwhelm him with everything. After all, this was still a nice get-together at his friend’s place.

“Yeah, just trying to catch my breath,” he said through a chuckle, shaking his head as if he was laughing at his own reaction.

Slowly, he washed off his cock and dried it with paper before getting dressed again, all the while you watched and enjoyed the sight from the side. “I thought we weren’t going to do this here today, but…”

“Did I cross the line?” you leaned in and asked, suddenly feeling scared that you overstepped his boundaries again and made Jimin do something he didn’t want to.

It was weird, this dynamic of yours, always having you worried whether you were doing too much or not enough, whether you were too much or not enough.

“No,” Jimin faced you, giving you a faint smile. “I enjoyed it. A lot. Y-you always… Make me come fast. Embarrassingly fast.”

“It’s a compliment,” you said with a shrug, meaning it. If he thought you were about to complain about him coming because of you, he was dead wrong. “Besides, it wasn’t that fast.”

“Really?” Jimin’s tone gave off his insecurity, and you couldn’t believe that he was still worrying about something so… irrelevant.

“A friend of mine dated a guy who’d come whenever he’d put it in,” you told him a true story you heard from a very good friend of yours, who in the end had to break things off because sex lost its appeal, at least with that guy. “So, you’re good.”

“That does make me feel a bit better,” Jimin chuckled and then looked at your reflection in the mirror.

“We’ll see how long you’ll last,” you said with a smirk, which immediately got Jimin flustered. Were you once again getting too personal and letting Jimin know what you wanted? “I mean, if you ever put it in.”

The way Jimin grunted at that statement made your mouth water because you could just imagine him making those same sounds in your ear as he towered over you and fucked you, his thick cock making you feel so good. You just knew it would feel amazing, mostly because just jerking him off got you wet. You’d probably be the one to come right after he put it in, if you were being honest, based on how aroused you got around him.

“Probably not long,” Jimin joked and then turned to face you. “Do you, uh, want me to… Uh, r-return the favor?”

You knew it took a lot of guts for him to ask you that while looking straight into your eyes, so it felt even worse turning him down. “I would love that,” you said while placing your palms on Jimin’s chest, patting it gently. “But I’m on my period, so that can’t happen.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry,” Jimin sighed and took a second or two to look at you before looking away quickly, unable to handle intense eye contact. “Are you ready to go back out there?”

“I am. I’d just like to say thank you first,” you leaned in without warning and kissed Jimin, who immediately wrapped his hands around your waist, showing you that he was indeed growing more confident around you. Slowly, but surely, you were making progress. “I’m having a great time and I hope you are too. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Thank you for saying yes,” Jimin licked his lips and offered you his hand.

That’s how you left the bathroom, you holding onto his hand, earning a strange look from the girl who was waiting in front of the door.

For at least this one night, you lived the fantasy of dating a good guy who cared about you and was happy to introduce you to his friends and paid attention to you all night, even asking you to dance with him when Taehyung started playing sappy Christmas songs and everyone found their match. You always forgot how good of a dancer Jimin was until it was time to dance with him, and he swept you off your feet, the suit doing him a lot of favors in that regard, even if he didn’t really need them—he was fine just the way he was.

minho doesn’t react in the slightest when you run your hand over the bulge in his shorts, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of him even when he’s soft. you let your hand pass over him again and again, stroking at the length of him until you feel his cock stir beneath your palm. only then you grind against him slowly, carefully, sensually. you feel him filling out his shorts even more until he’s fully hard and twitching beneath the layers of clothing.

it doesn’t take long until his face draws up cutely from the stimulation, hands balling at his sides and eyes rolling ever so slightly under his lids with every slow pass over his aching cock.

the moment you see minho’s eyes fully blink open, lost and pleading, you disregard your own pleasure that you were building with the drags of your hips against his in favor of laying besides him and kissing his lips, one band slipping into minho’s shorts to let your fingers meet his stiffened cock in a sticky mess of precum.

“ah,” minho moans, half overwhelmed, half sleepy.

you move your hand slowly, twisting and squeezing your fist just the way he likes, but not building him up enough to make him cum any time soon, all while you’re trying to coax him back to slumber with soft kisses peppered around his eyes and cheeks.

minho looks so pliant like this, mouth opened cutely, breath evening out through parted spit-slicked lips, tired eyes slowly falling shut again.

you play with him for a bit, relishing in your boyfriend’s lucid whimpers and the way his cock twitches in your hold whenever he gets close.

minho’s whole body shudders when he finally cums, stripes of his relese dirtying your nimble fingers and the inside of his shorts. his eyes are bleary when he opens them again. “thank you,” he breathes - or you think he does, it’s barely a slurred whisper. “i’ll get up… get up… in a second…”

A second seagull arrived to peck at the icy hunk of sugar water.

Your mouth was still open, mechanically jerking to face him with fire-red cheeks, and it wasn’t because of the bright sunny weather. He looked very much like a disgruntled cat with his expression, black eyebrow raised, dark brown eyes narrowed, pink lips slightly pursed. Yoongi squinted disapprovingly from under his wide-brimmed straw hat. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt under a white t-shirt, breezy black trousers, and sandals.

Yoongi hated the sun.

A third seagull flapped down onto the boardwalk and joined the other two to poke at the rapidly melting mess on the ground.

"Um..."

He raised a hand dismissively, eyes flicking away from you. "On second thought, don't tell me. I don't want to know." Yoongi jammed his black clutch under his armpit and ripped open his own cold sweet treat, turning away from you to face the ocean.

A fourth seagull flocked over to peck one of them in the head and assist in devouring the ice pop.

"Hey, hyung, what flavor did you get?" a smooth baritone voice piped, appearing in an aqua-and-pink colorful shirt and brown shorts with snazzy sunglasses and tan skin.

You were staring at the four seagulls eating your ice lolly with glee, somewhat frozen yourself, feeling a mixture of jealous, mortified, and absolutely ready to chuck yourself into the ocean if Yoongi said anything to out you to Kim Taehyung right now.

"I don't know. I told them to pick one at random," the straw hat replied.

A fifth seagull appeared, slightly smaller than the rest, poking one in the neck and squawking before trying to prod at the puddle of blue syrup with a small chunk of ice in it.

"I got strawberry," Taehyung replied.

Two more seagulls swooped down, pushing the other five all around. All of them were now pecking at the ice-blue sugar syrup, honking and squawking. Like laughter. One of the seagulls had a weird cry, like a cloth rubbed onto wet glass.

Or a windshield wiper on a car window.

"Disgusting."

You narrowed your eyes at the seven seagulls.

We they... laughing at you?

"Strawberry-flavored things are the worst."

You jumped as someone sat down next to you, ripping open a paper package. He was wearing a short-sleeved pale pink dress shirt with a flashy tie and long blue shorts. A familiar someone dressed like this. He placed his backpack down next to you, smiling brilliantly. Full lips, sparkling brown eyes, milk chocolate-colored locks framing his handsome face.

Your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin.

"S-Seokjin!"

He grinned and leaned in, kissing you lightly. Then he became flustered and laughed awkwardly, a little squeaky, almost like a windshield wiper on a car window.

"Hah, sorry, you looked really cute just now."

You blinked rapidly.

Do you tell your boyfriend that you tried to deep throat your ice lolly in attempt to see if you could extend your tongue around the bottom because you read on a certain-website-not-to-be-named that it might be possible to suck dick and lick balls at the same time and you were determined to learn so you could perform said act?

And do you tell Seokjin that Min Yoongi caught you in the middle of it?

Er…

Seokjin cheerfully licked at his lemon ice pop, oblivious to your inner struggle.

"Where's yours? I thought you got one too?"

The seven seagulls cackled. You glared at them, ready to fight.

"Hyung."

Never mind, you paled to the color of rice paper as the deep voice with a little rasp to it appeared beside Seokjin, straw hat and all. You wished you could merge with your pastel floral summer dress and float off with the sea breeze, straight into the ocean after seeing the deadpan expression of Min Yoongi holding a mint green popsicle.

He looked bored, but his eyes were mocking you.

Asshole.

"She dropped it by accident."

"Ah, really?" Seokjin frowned, nudging you with his hand. "Here, have some of mine. I'll share with you." He wrapped his arm around you and patted your shoulder fondly, holding his ice lolly out to you. You felt your heart skip a little at his kindness and closeness.

Yoongi smirked behind Seokjin's head.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

The seven seagulls flapped off, flying above five guys standing near you three, eating icy sweet treats together on the boardwalk this sunny day, enjoying this nice retreat to the sea. A lone seagull popped out from behind a trashcan, trotting over, eyeing the wet spot of sugar syrup soaked into asphalt.

It slunk away in a back corner, dejected that there was nothing left.

"Come on, hurry before it melts."

You nibbled off a chunk. Mmm. Cold, lemony, and delicious. You smiled at Seokjin gratefully and he smiled back, warm and inviting, his cheeks puffing a little like the edges of raised bread. A little sheepish at the public display of affection, but unable to help it when he was with you.

"You might as well stick the whole thing in your mouth," Yoongi said off-handedly, walking away to the group of five guys, leaving you choking on the bench again as Seokjin rubbed your back soothingly, worriedly asking you what was wrong.

-

"YOU TRIED TO DEEP THROAT A POPSICLE?"

"Seokjinnie–"

"IN FRONT OF YOONGI?"

"Erm, it's not what it sounds like–"

"YOONGI???????"

“I swear it’s not what It sounds like!”

Seokjin yanked the towel off his head, half-dried brown hair sticking up every which way, gawping at you with a slack jaw and shocked brown eyes. He was wearing his emerald green silk pajamas, fresh after a nice shower from the hot day. You too, wore a set of pajamas, a matching outfit with Seokjin.

“It’s not what it sounds like?” he sputtered, flabbergasted, partly flabbered but mostly aghast.

You opened your mouth and closed it. Then you opened it again.

“Okay, it is what it sounds like, but–!”

Why did you bring this up now? Well, your boyfriend was asking you if you wanted to take some medicine and sleep early because you said you weren’t feeling well at dinner. He was a sweet bean and wanted the best for you, and the truth came out in mid-discussion. Seokjin and you had left earlier than everyone else, declining the scenic walk home, mostly because you could no longer stand Yoongi making snide remarks that meant nothing to anyone else except you.

“You might need a bit more force to suck up that thick milkshake. Or wait for it to melt.”

“That’s a pretty big piece of steak. Maybe you should cut it a bit smaller, so you don’t choke.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay for dessert? We could stop by the store and get you an ice lolly on our way home.”

You glared at him all evening.

Yoongi just smirked when Seokjin wasn’t looking.

Asshole.

“Why would you do that in public?” Seokjin was saying, yanking you back to reality and out of your daydreams of socking that smug little shit in the face. “Why would you do that at all?”

“G-Gah, it… it just… just occurred to me…”

“It occurred to you to suck an ice lolly like a dick?”

Seokjin looked as if he was going to pass out and divorce you at the same time and you weren’t even married yet.

“Why, because you’re going to suck frozen dick at some point in your life? Because my dick isn’t ever at subzero temperatures, so unless you’re sucking Mr. Freeze or Subzero’s dick–”

You waved your arms in a panicky manner, flapping your sleeves like a fucking seagull. “No, no, no, I read something online–”

“Oh, you read something online!” he exclaimed, wiggling in place, and now it sure as hell sounded like Kim Seokjin was mocking you while also being disappointed in you and if that wasn’t the most big dad energy you weren’t sure what was. “Yes, because that totally means you should perform fellatio on an ice pop in front of Yoongi of all fucking people! Are you trying to get bronchitis or something–”

“I admit it was a mistake!”

“A miss-take! It was a terrible take! Cut! Refilm! Actually, no, because maybe don’t try to give a blowjob to a fucking popsicle at the boardwalk in broad daylight!”

You smacked Seokjin in the chest and he looked highly offended, finally shutting up for one goddamn second so you could (poorly) explain your logic behind the incident.

“Look, Yoongi was not supposed to be there. At all. I got mine first and you all were deciding and arguing, so I decided to sit down and eat it, but then I noticed it was a specific length–”

Seokjin’s eyebrows rose so high they nearly left his face.

You prodded him in the pecs and he winced, pouting at you.

“So, I tried to put it in my mouth, but then Yoongi showed up and fucking spooked me and I jabbed myself in the throat because I was surprised and ended up rocket-launching my ice lolly across the sidewalk and then these fucking seagulls showed up, those bastards–”

“None of this explains why you tried to do it in the first place.”

“Uh…”

Your eyes shifted awkwardly.

Seokjin impatiently tapped his naked wrist that had no watch on it.

“I read it… in an online smut story I was reading…”

You perfectly handsome boyfriend might actually get a wrinkle if he continued to raise his eyebrows to the fucking moon. “You do what?”

You poked your index fingers together, biting your lip. “Because… I’m not very good at it… so I was thinking maybe I could learn some tips or something…”

“What?”

Now his voice was soft, immediately dropping the act and his anger. You saw him reach out and place his hand over yours, wrapping his fingers around tightly, tugging. You looked up and he tilted his head, brow knitted in worry.

“Hey,” Seokjin frowned, full lower lip sticking out. “What do you mean, you’re not good at it? You are. I like everything you do.”

You chewed on your lip anxiously. “But… but…” It was a stupid thought and, honestly, not that big of a deal, but it had been eating away at you for a while, so you just winced and let it out.

“You never finish with my mouth.”

Rapid blinking was his response. His eyebrows disappeared under his brown hair again.

“And it bothers me. You always finish with your hand into my mouth, but I can’t seem to do it by myself.”

Seokjin’s lips parted, looking apologetic. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

You wrung your hands, loosening his grip on you. “I don’t know, it seems weird to say in the moment and it’s embarrassing… I thought maybe I wasn’t good enough…”

“No, no,” he said gently, holding your shoulders and shaking his head. “I...” His ears turned bright red and he swallowed. “I just like… seeing it shoot out into your mouth.” He coughed awkwardly, squeezing your shoulders. “It’s, er, nice, watching my cum drip onto your tongue and lips…” Seokjin cleared his throat and smiled, cheeks puffing out, looking a bit like the sides of freshly baked bread. “I didn’t realize my selfishness was making you feel inadequate. That’s not it at all. I only wanted to make it easier on you, and, cough, it’s kind of hot…”

“O… oh.”

He patted your shoulder fondly. “It’s only a misunderstanding. We can do whatever you want next time, okay? I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I will do better.”

You nodded and smiled, feeling much more relieved about the whole thing. Seokjin always had the ability to help you let things go, and it always made you feel a little lighter. It was part of the past now and you wouldn’t be bothered if Yoongi teased you any longer, because you had the best boyfriend in the whole world. There was no need to feel embarrassed.

You wrapped your arms around Seokjin and gave him a big, fierce hug.

Only to be impaled in the lower stomach.

“Ow!”

“Ack!”

You jerked back, whipping your head down.

“No, no, no, stop! Stop looking!”

“Why are you hard?!”

Seokjin waved his arms and abruptly flapped his hands down on his massive tent. “We were talking about blowjobs! And you! What do you think is going to happen?” he spluttered, the red creeping from his ears to his cheeks now, matching the exact shades used on merchandise during Christmas time with emerald green pajamas and a red face.

You gawked at him and he gawked back.

Wait.

“This is a perfect chance!”

“No, no, no, it is not, cease and desist, woman! Everyone is coming back soo–Gah!”

There was flurry of movement and Seokjin’s pajama pants were flung off, along with his shirt, and you were pushing him down onto the bed, him panicking the entire time, but he couldn’t have been that mad about it, because he was helping you by backing up, yelping as you hooked your fingers over the waistband of his underwear and yanked down, freeing his erection that nearly slapped you in the face.

“You trying to take out my eyeball?” you teased, grinning.

“You assaulting me and you’re upset that I’m fighting back?” Seokjin retorted, trying to hide his smile and be serious, but he was terrible at that and so were you, both of you grinning like a pair of idiots.

Well, you were certainly a little bit of an idiot for trying to deep throat a – you’re right, we’ll let it go (for now).

“I learned some things,” you said excitedly, forcing his legs open abruptly and making him squeak.

“Things? Ack!”

You leaned down and lifted his hard length up delicately, licking a fat stripe from base to tip, sighing softly as you came into contact with the velvety skin and his clean scent, Seokjin gasping above you, but suddenly this was not about him, this was about the cock in front of you and all the information you had complied to this point, ready to apply your learning. You wrapped your lips around the head, swiping your tongue on the underside, and Seokjin groaned, hips twitching but you grabbed them and pressed them firmly to the bed, shooting him a glare.

“Don’t interrupt me,” you growled around his dick.

He gave you a helpless frown. “Hello, I’m still attached to this di–”

You stared at him and slid your tongue out from your lips, swirling it around his girth, pressing the sensitive tip around the contours of your mouth, his eyes widening as he witnessed spit dripping from the wet muscle.

“O… oh…”

You let your eyes drift over his form, slowly, slowly, savoring the lines of his body, broad shoulders, shapely collarbones, the curve downwards to his trim waist, all the while taking him your mouth, tongue and lips soft and mouth tight, breathing deeply, eyes flickering up to his face and his expanding pupils, watching you with awe.

“Holy shit… and you’re not even naked… o-oh, fuck…”

You cocked an eyebrow, probably looking much more confident than you actually felt, but that didn’t matter. Fake it till you make it, right? And besides, every protagonist in every story has a moment of letting go and having courage and this was your moment, inorganic or not, flexing your tongue against Seokjin’s ever stiffening length, his breathing turning into wispy moans, watching you poised over him with his dick in your mouth, still wearing the silk pajamas and yet.

He watched you with amazement, love and lust in his brown orbs.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Your ears burned hot and you tried not to choke on his dick in embarrassment.

Don’t ruin the moment!

Somehow you managed not to freak out and pressed your lips to the base of his cock, hitting his crotch, the uncomfortable feeling of too full expanding your throat, the head practically plugging your airway, but one glance at Seokjin and the suffocation was worth it, seeing him tip his head back, messy brown hair sliding past his forehead, groaning your name with his eyes closed.

You pulled back a little, took a breath, and went back down for the kill.

“What the fuck…?”

Lower lip opening, tongue stretching out, only able to move the tip a bit at the top of his balls. Hm. This wasn’t working. You adjusted and cupped a hand under them, lifting the two soft mounds and pressing them to your chin, your tongue swiping out over them, his dick bending a little in your mouth (more flexible and a lot warmer than an ice lolly, by the way), and Seokjin was losing it above you, shuddering and whining, a mix of curses and your name as you turned your head to get a different angle, the tip of his cock pushed to one side of your throat, determined to see what was most comfortable and got you the best reaction, saliva coating his balls and causing them to become more slippery. You furrowed your brows and gripped his balls tighter, smearing the slick liquid over the soft skin and Seokjin moaned obscenely loudly, falling onto the bed, back arching.

“Oooh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Abruptly, your throat spasmed, reminding you that needed to breathe, and you pulled back, coughing and panting slightly.

“Does that feel good?” you wheezed. Not the sexiest. You grimaced and cleared your throat, asking again. “Did that feel good for you?”

Seokjin tipped his head up, brown eyes glazed over, breathing hard. “Ah… It feels nice, but I don’t think I could finish with that…” Your frown deepened, but he shook his head, sending his brown hair floating everywhere. “It’s not tight enough. But it’s an insane turn on, so I think I could cum faster after…” He coughed, cheeks flushing. “After feeling and seeing it, you know?”

Your frown erased and you nodded, gently rubbing his soaked balls, seeing him shiver and his breathing shallow. “I think I understand, yeah.”

“Can… ah, can you finish me, p-please, ack, you k-keep – fuuuuuuuck…”

You went down again, but this time your focus was on the tightness of your mouth, tongue sliding from side to side, bobbing your head in a smooth, swift motion, keeping your lips soft, eyes closing as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, completely focused on the sensation of Seokjin in between your lips, breathing him in, the soft scent of fresh soap and his sweetness, trying to remember if there was anything you had forgotten.

Ah, yes!

You tipped your head back slightly and Seokjin cried out, heady and erotic, as the head of his cock dragged along the roof of your mouth before burying into your throat, over and over, hot saliva and a squirming tongue amplifying the sensation, realizing you needed to relax your throat but clench your mouth muscles while relaxing your lips and doing all this while keeping track of where his cock was going in your mouth so you didn’t accidentally choke on his dick.

A whole new level of multitasking.

Was the writer of that erotica you were reading some kind of sex god, because what the fuck–

But it didn’t matter, because even if it was sloppy and you couldn’t focus on all these things simultaneously, Seokjin was feeling only pleasure, fingers curling in the sheets, barely able to choke out his words through his moans.

“F-Faster, please…”

Faster? You could barely keep up as it was!

“Please…” he whined and you obeyed immediately, faster it was, because you were weak for him, weak for Kim Seokjin and his pleading face, pupils so blown out he seemed intoxicated, drunk on pleasure, and that made you aroused too, seeing your effect of him, tightening ever more and increasing the pace, the wet smacking sounds quickening, echoing in the bedroom with his lustful groans of your name, so sweet and loving that if you weren’t going to pass out from how fast you were going, you were surely going to pass out from the overwhelming adoration in his eyes. It made you push for a little bit more, push your limits a little harder, made you feel like you could do this.

For him.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

Seokjin gripped the sheets tight and threw his head back, chest expanding with a low moan, thrusting his hips up and cock jolting, shooting thick streams into your throat, and your eyes widened, forced to stop, feeling his cum pool, creamy and viscous, tasting the delicious saltiness at the base of your tongue, your eyelids fluttering a little at the feeling of the tip rutting against the roof of your mouth and more dribbling out, coating the inside of your mouth.

Oh.

Oooh, fuck, it felt good.

You swallowed, feeling victorious and insanely horny, tongue circling round and round his flinching stiffness, able to sense the pulse and his shudders, descending again because you couldn’t get enough, so good, the feeling of him still in your mouth, him shivering at your persistent licks and light sucks, stroking his hips and moaning at the skin to skin.

The front door banged open downstairs and there was a lot of laughing and shouting.

Your eyes snapped open and Seokjin looked back at you in sheer panic.

The footsteps up the stairs proved they were being taken two at a time.

“Shit.”

Never had Seokjin yanked his cock so fast out of your lips (sad) and snatched his underwear and pajamas, bolting to the bathroom and throwing himself in there in record time the literal second the bedroom door was yanked open by rambunctious strength and a grin whose front teeth were ever-so-slightly too large for his face.

“Hyung, noona!”

You were laying with your head in your hand and your elbow on the bed, which was probably too sexual and weird for Jeon Jungkook, but that was all you got that this moment. He gave you a slightly disturbed and confused look under his big black bucket hat.

“Where’s hyung?”

You coughed and lowered your hand, trying to get in a less awkward position. “B-bathroom…” you rasped. Oh no. Did you go too hard? You sounded a bit like the crypt keeper. Fortunately, you didn’t look like one, so there was that. You rubbed your throat, wincing at the soreness. You definitely went a bit rough. You weren’t no young spring chicken anymore. You were going to feel that in the morning.

Sacrifices had to be made.

Jungkook pouted, bounding up to you and tilting his head. He was a moving black fabric mountain with his long-sleeved shirt and billowy shorts. “Are you really sick, noona? Do you want hot tea or some milk?”

Oh my God, Jungkook, I just sucked some dick and that’s why I sound dead.

Don’t say that.

“I… I’ll be fine, Jungkook. Did you have a nice walk?”

“Oh, yeah! There were fireworks! I think the city was celebrating something, and it was so colorful and pretty…”

You sat there and nodded, trying to listen intently while trying not to think about how Seokjin was in the bathroom rinsing off his saliva and cum-covered dick literal meters from you and oblivious Jungkook.

You saw movement behind Jungkook’s excitedly bouncing head. No straw hat, just black hair flattened against his forehead, covering his cat-like, dark brown eyes.

Yoongi.

He smirked, holding up a box.

Frozen ice lollys, the fizzy soda flavor that was light blue.

A muscle in your eye twitched.

Asshole.

--

Not wanting to ruin the mood she set up, you used your phone flashlight to walk to the kitchen. There, you grabbed an ice bucket and emptied the silicone trays inside, shaking it a little to prevent the round cubes from sticking together.

"I would have picked it up before, but I didn't want it to melt before you arrived," Wheein said when you came back and placed the bucket on the floor.

"It's okay, babe," you assured, kissing her cheek tenderly after sitting by the fireplace with her. "Anxious because of work?"

She let out a sigh. You knew her really well.

"Getting better already, actually. It's good to have you here." Wheein smiled at you, stroking your knee with her hand. "I just needed to relax a little. Tomorrow is going to be a full day."

You nodded, reaching for a glass and the bottle of flavored vodka. Being so close to the fireplace, you reconsidered the idea of picking a drink that would burn you up even more. The current warmth was nice and it felt cozy, but it could be too much if you added more heat to it.

"Settling for the coke too? What a saint you've become," Wheein teased. A soft drink could be nice too, you thought, leaving your now full glass on the floor to look at her. She held a round ice cube between her thumb and index finger, rolling it slightly by moving both fingers in opposite directions. Well, now that brought you some thoughts back.

"This kind of... feels good," Wheein said, puppy-like eyes entertained with the water now dripping from her thumb, "it doesn't get sticky when it melts a little. And it rolls."

Right. It rolls. You pictured something like that, back at the store, wondering if it really would have this effect against her skin. Not simply dragging the ice across, but rolling it, gave a different perspective to everything. You bit your lip in excitement, now knowing your fantasy was real.

And well, why not feel this for yourself? One hand went to the bucket, but you needed both to get the ice out — it got stuck together. You appreciated the round shape inside of your mouth, rolling it around with your tongue, feeling your warmth slowly melting it. You sucked on the ice a little bit, stopping when Wheein's eyes met yours.

"You look really sexy doing this," she remarked. A side smirk allowed one of her dimples to show up, which turned into a laugh after you touched your own cheek, feeling the small ball formed by the ice. "So pretty."

You admired Wheein for a moment. Weak shadows danced around her figure, following the movement of the flames; hair recently dyed red held up in a neat bun, leaving her neck fully exposed. Around it she wore a bandeau, neatly positioned so that it didn't cover her Caddo tattoo. You found that detail particularly inviting, and added to the fact that she clearly wasn't wearing a bra...

"Why don't you try this too?" you suggested. The ice had melted already, but the cold sensation it left in your mouth, somehow, had you feeling hotter between your legs. "You'll find the temperature contrast sexier than me."

Wheein's gaze went down to your mouth, filled with desire for your humid lips.

"Can I try it from your source?"

"Please do."

Wheein really did move first. The coolness of your mouth warmed up in hers, as she simply stole that from you by chasing the kiss with all her greed. You felt like the flames from the fireplace itself had engulfed you when her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you to the floor with her. Although when your lips parted, she was the one craving to cool it down.

"Oh my," she was able to say while gasping for air. Holding you by the back of your neck with both hands, she placed a few more quick presses against your lips before speaking again, "Hmmmm. I liked that it was... unexpected. Your mouth felt so soft from the cold."

You smiled when her fingers delicately caressed your cheek, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Wheein had her eyes on something else while doing it, though. Still holding your weight over her body with your elbows, you looked over your shoulder to discover that she eyed the ice bucket.

"Wanna try that again? With more than a kiss?" you asked, full of a smug satisfaction because the question wasn't even necessary — Wheein's pleading face spoke for itself.

_____

"Love, you really trust me a lot for this, huh," you said while tying the bandeau to the back of her head to use it as a blindfold. Depriving her from the sense of sight was part of your original fantasy, a way to allow her to have a better focus on the hot and cold feeling.

Wheein sat between your spread legs, backing herself into your lap after you moved closer to the fireplace. The orange light of the fire was now able to fully glow on her naked body. The air felt thick and hot when you breathed in, and a little sweat started building up on your back.

"I trust you more than I probably should," she whispered, leaning on your shoulder to place a few kisses along your jawline, "but you always repay it well."

"Right," you agreed, gently undoing Wheein's bun and letting the hair fall on her shoulders, making contact with your bare chest. One hand gave it a gentle tug, while you stretched the other arm to reach for the ice bucket, taking a round ice out. It quickly started wetting your palm, being just perfect for what you wanted to do. You got her hair out of the way with a harsh pull, pressing the ice against her neck. "I always make you feel so good."

Wheein's first reaction was to recoil at the sudden cold feeling, gasping loudly, but you held the ice in place with a strong grip on her neck.

"Shhhh, Wheeinie," you whispered on her ear as her gasping slowly turned into moaning, pleased with you using your palm to roll the ice against her skin, "this is just a massage. We haven't even started yet."

When it melted into a piece too small to be rolled, you simply dragged it across her chest, stopping at an already hardened nipple. The sensation of her skin under your cooled fingers felt softer than usual, the increased sensitivity having you muttering a curse against the back of her neck. Your other hand fetched for more round ice while you still held her boob, squeezing her nipple. Water dripped from your fingers and rolled down her stomach.

"More. Please," Wheein begged impatiently. Her hands were on your thighs, which were reddening from her burying her nails on them every time you did something right. You hoped to see a mark there by the end of the night.

"If you keep hurrying me up, I won't be gentle," you warned, shoving the ice against the boob you had neglected before and holding it strongly. Wheein's scream at the sudden shock ended up in a loud cry, her back arching at you circling the cube around her nipple. "Is that what you want, huh?"

"Uh-huh," she was able to shout out in agreement between her delicious moans, head now dropped backwards onto your shoulder. You moved your body to the side so you could whisper directly at her ear.

"What a slut you are."

Wheein lustfully mumbled a few yes yes yes I am when you stressed that word, like she had done many times before. She gasped in surprise when you stopped rolling the ice on her nipple, and gasped even harder when you took that same nipple in your mouth. Sucking the cold out of it. What was left of that cube you used to roll down her body, leaving behind a trail of water and stopping just before her pussy.

"Did you make a mess on the floor, Wheein...?" you asked.

You had inclined your head forward to look at the space between her legs. With all the action, Wheein had her knees up and under her chin, throbbing cunt fully exposed to the hot air. She was dripping on the floor, so much was the arousal.

"Hmmmmm, no. There's a lot of ice melting here," she lied. You smirked while thinking of how you would punish Wheein for that, one hand drowned in the bucket and getting really cold. The round cubes were now slowly turning into water altogether, coming out already humid — which meant that you didn't need to wait before using it on her.

"I would've been way nicer to you, Whee," you said, "but you don't deserve it."

Ring and middle finger squeezed her labia on each side, making the hole wider for the ice. Her reaction to the intimate contact with the cold immediately showed that she wanted you to put it in, her nails definitely leaving your thigh scratched this time. Instead, you simply stimulated her entrance, rolling and rubbing the round ice against it, even letting just a tip in. Wheein moaned sweetly, whispering your name, almost begging you to fuck her.

You took the ice into your mouth before it fully melted, wanting to taste her liquid even if the water was mixed in. Wheein grunted in annoyance from that, but there wasn't time to take her protests further — the same fingers which squeezed her open before now slid with ease inside of her, producing sweet wet sounds with each pump in. Part of you wanted to grab more ice, to roll it on her skin, to do anything, but you couldn't do much when her moans and then screams of pleasure filled your ears. Your hand was soaked with her climax in almost no time.

"Mmmmhm... Can't believe you didn't..."

You laughed when her words kept trailing off — Wheein was absolutely spent. She tiredly dropped into your arms after her orgasm, trying but failing to sound her complaints. Now any warmth was welcome, yours or from the fireplace, her hands pressing yours against her body to hug her tighter.

"What? You really wanna complain when I left you in this state?" you scoffed while gently removing the bandeau she wore as a blindfold.

Wheein sat up to face you, narrowing her eyes and pouting her mouth. She trembled a bit, still lacking the necessary balance, but kept her posture.

"I... I... Fuck." She gulped and shook her head, recollecting herself. "I just wanted you to roll the ice inside of me!"