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You spotted him the second you walked into the bar—leaned against the counter, black silk shirt unbuttoned halfway, collarbones glinting under the moody golden lights. He looked like a fucking dream: tall, effortless, with wet hair swept back like he’d just stepped out of a shower and decided to ruin someone’s life.

And for the last twenty minutes, he hadn’t taken his eyes off you.

You tried to play it cool. Ordered a drink. Laughed at your friend’s comment. Pretended not to notice the way he was watching you like a cat with its paw already on the mouse’s tail.

But the second he stood, drink in hand, and started walking your way, your heart kicked into overdrive.

"Alone?" he asked, voice smooth and low. The kind that hummed under your skin.

You raised an eyebrow. “Maybe.”

He smirked. “Maybe I’ll fix that.”

You let your eyes trail down his body—deliberately slow. The silk shirt clung to his skin in places, hinting at a toned chest, abs, muscle just beneath softness. Rings glinted on his fingers where they curled around his glass. And his scent—warm and clean, just a little spicy—wrapped around you the second he leaned in.

“You're not from around here,” he said knowingly.

“Nope. Just in town for the weekend.”

Hyunjin tilted his head, gaze flicking to your lips. “Then we should make it count.”

You huffed a soft laugh, amused. “You always this direct?”

“Only when I see something I want.”

The air between you tensed like a pulled string. His hand ghosted over your hip, not quite touching—just enough to let you feel the heat. And when he leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear, his breath sent shivers down your spine.

“Let me take you upstairs,” he whispered. “Just once. No strings, no pressure. Just you, me, and one night you’ll think about every time you touch yourself after this.”

You should have walked away. Should’ve rolled your eyes and finished your drink.

Instead, you met his gaze head-on and asked, “Are you always this cocky?”

His grin deepened. “Only when I know I’ll be right.”

And the worst part?

So did you.

You let him lead you out of the bar, his hand pressed warm and firm to the small of your back. The walk through the lobby was silent but heavy with tension—his thumb occasionally brushing skin, his gaze never leaving your face, your body, your mouth.

By the time the elevator doors closed behind you, your pulse was a drumbeat in your throat.

Hyunjin leaned against the mirrored wall and looked you up and down with the kind of hunger that made your thighs clench. “Still time to change your mind,” he offered softly, though his eyes betrayed how much he hoped you wouldn’t.

You stepped in closer, tilting your head. “Still time to disappoint me,” you teased back.

He laughed, and the sound was deep, amused, dangerous. Then he pushed off the wall and cornered you gently, one hand braced beside your head, the other brushing your jaw.

“Don’t worry, angel,” he whispered, mouth barely a breath from yours. “Disappointment isn’t in my vocabulary.”

And the second the elevator dinged at his floor, he took your hand and tugged you down the hallway.

You didn’t even know his full name. But the second his hotel door clicked shut behind you, you knew you’d let him do whatever he wanted.

The first kiss wasn’t sweet. It was filthy. Tongue, teeth, hands everywhere—Hyunjin kissed like he wanted to consume you, like he was starving and you were the first meal he’d had in days. His hands roamed instantly—fingertips dragging down your spine, palming your ass, gripping harshly enough to bruise.

You whimpered into his mouth when he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged your head back. His lips ghosted over your jawline before latching onto your throat, sucking hard. “Mine for tonight,” he growled, teeth scraping against your pulse point. “Don’t even think about covering these.”

Then you were walking—no, stumbling—backward as he pushed you toward the giant mirror across from the bed. His hands didn’t leave your body for a second. When your knees hit the edge of the mattress, he spun you to face the mirror.

"Look," he ordered, standing behind you.

And god—you did. Your lips were already red and kiss-swollen, hair tangled, pupils blown wide. But it was Hyunjin that made your knees wobble. Standing behind you, his chest rising and falling steadily, his eyes were locked on your reflection. His black silk shirt clung to his damp skin, half-buttoned but completely open at the chest, and his pants hung low enough to make your mouth water.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, eyes still locked on yours in the mirror. “Do you see how fucking pretty you look like this? Ruined and I haven’t even started.”

His hand slid between your legs, fingers teasing over the slick mess soaking your underwear. “This for me?” he teased, rubbing slow circles. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”

You gasped as his fingers pushed your panties aside. Two slipped in with ease, curling just right. Your knees buckled, but he caught you, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other still thrusting and curling deep inside. His rings were cold against your skin, his voice hot in your ear.

“Such a slutty little hole,” he growled. “You’d let me fuck you in front of this mirror, wouldn’t you? Let me bend you over and watch while I make you beg for it.”

You moaned—loud and shameless—and he laughed. “That’s what I thought.”

He pulled his fingers out and dragged them to your lips. “Open.”

You obeyed, tongue wrapping around his fingers as he pushed them in. “Good girl,” he praised, watching your reflection intently. “Keep that mouth open while I ruin the rest of you.”

You barely had time to process before he was bending you over the bed, cheek pressed to the cool sheets. His hands gripped your hips, nails digging in as he aligned himself behind you.

The stretch of him was devastating. He didn’t ease in—he filled you in one deep, hard thrust that made your vision blur.

"Fuck," he hissed. "You're tight. Made for me. Just fucking made for me."

He fucked you mercilessly. Hard, deep thrusts that had you gasping and crying out his name. His hand wrapped around your throat, just tight enough to make your thoughts haze.

“That’s it,” he growled, leaning over you, chest pressed to your back, pace relentless. “Let them hear you. Let the whole fucking hotel know how good I fuck this cunt.”

He spanked you—once, twice—hand cracking across your ass as he slammed into you harder. “Say it,” he barked. “Say who this pussy belongs to.”

“You!” you cried out, broken. “You, Hyunjin—fuck, it’s yours!”

“Damn right it is.”

He pulled out and flipped you over effortlessly, dragging you to the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees, fingers spreading you open before his mouth latched onto your clit.

You screamed.

Tongue fast and merciless, he licked and sucked like he was trying to devour your soul. One hand held your hips down while the other plunged two fingers back inside you, curling perfectly. Your thighs shook, eyes rolled back, back arching clean off the bed.

“You gonna cum?” he growled against you. “Then cum all over my fucking face.”

You did.

It hit you like a shockwave—white-hot and explosive. Your thighs clenched around his head but he didn’t stop, didn’t let up, dragging the orgasm out until you were sobbing from overstimulation.

He rose from his knees slowly, mouth and chin glistening. “Told you I’d ruin you,” he murmured, crawling over you. “Now be a good girl and take it one more time.”

He slammed back into you and this time—he didn’t stop until he came with a low, guttural groan, hips stuttering as he filled you, whispering filth in your ear even as he pulsed inside.

You didn’t know how long you laid there—naked, sore, dazed—on the rumpled hotel bed. Your body buzzed from aftershocks, your thighs sticky with his release, your breathing still uneven.

Hyunjin brushed the hair from your forehead with surprising tenderness. His touch, once rough and possessive, was now soft. “You okay?” he asked, voice low and genuine.

You nodded weakly. “Yeah.”

“Too much?”

“No,” you said with a shaky laugh. “Perfect.”

He smiled then—something real, something soft. “Good.”

He stood, walked into the bathroom, and returned with a warm towel. He knelt between your thighs again, this time just to clean you up. His fingers were delicate now, his eyes focused only on making sure you were comfortable.

Once he was done, he gently pulled you into his arms and laid back on the bed, keeping you close against his chest. The scent of his cologne clung to your skin—deep and warm.

“You were…” he started, then kissed your temple. “So fucking good.”

You chuckled into his neck. “You too.”

For a long moment, there was only silence. His fingers traced lazy circles into your back.

“You know,” he said, almost shyly, “I don’t usually… do this.”

“What? One-night stands?”

“No,” he murmured, brushing his nose against your cheek. “Have them stay after.”

Your heart stuttered.

You looked up at him. His eyes were calm again, but there was something soft there. Something unsure.

You smiled.

“Then maybe this doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”

He blinked, and then the corner of his mouth lifted in a grin that made your stomach flip.

“Yeah?” he asked. “You’d come back?”

“Only if you keep the silk on.”

He laughed—loud and real this time—and pulled you even closer. “Deal.”

His breath fans on your skin. Warm. Teeth dig into the curve of your neck, his palms soothing the dip of your waist.

“Hyune…” you hitch at the sting of his canines sinking deeper into the flesh, pushing his shoulders in a poor attempt of creating some brief distance.

To knock some sense into him.

“Should we be doing this here–,” you blurt out, wet lashes fluttering to shake the water off them. The boys had just moved inside, leaving you and Hyunjin on your own, giving him the opportunity to pounce on what was his.

That is, you.

Hyunjin's lips press against the mark swelling red, plump lips gliding to your collarbone in light pampers. He hushes your whines, drinking where water had splashed on the smooth skin. “Who cares?”

You huff.

Who cares?

He should. Considering that no one is aware of this thing you two have going on — especially after they each promised to keep their dicks tucked in their pants, only for Hyunjin to break the oath the second you decided to look at him with those pleading eyes. How could a man refuse such an offer? You did this to him.

“They won't know if you keep it down,” his gaze drifts, meeting yours amidst the heat of his tongue grazing the curve of your breast. He grins, cocky. “Can you at least do that?”

Your eyes roll, pinching his arm with a flush creeping up your neck. He winces, kicking the bottom of the pool to lift himself up. “Don't be stupid… if they catch us then–”

“Then what?” he interrupts, tone challenging. “They find out that you're mine? Good, they were starting to piss me off.” he says and you blink, a question dying in your throat when he steps closer, forcing a proximity where his forehead bumps into yours. “Don't tell me you haven't noticed?” He hooks a finger around the loop attaching your bottom, watching the confidence in your body morph into compliance the closer he gets to taking what he's been craving all night. “You're denser than I thought.”

“What–”

“I thought,” he says, blown out pupils staring right into yours. “That you would be able to tell when a man wants to fuck you…” his palms stroke your thighs, parting them further. 

“When he wants to keep you wide open for him.” Hyunjin guides you towards the edge of the pool with his words and your back curves to the shape of it. “Making you arch for him… hand pressed to your spine.”

You yelp when he abruptly pivots you, maneuvering your body with practiced ease. His mouth makes contact with your ear, voice unbearably hot in a whisper, “Bending you over to split your tiny cunt on his cock. Dripping and cum oozing out after he's done.”

“Hyunjin…” you beg, fingers clamping down on the hard border.

“That's how they look at you,” his hand runs lower, teasing the edge of your bikini. “Don't you think it's my right to take you right now, right here. Let them find out, I don’t give a fuck.” He doesn't wait for a definite answer, because your silence speaks louder than simple words, quietly offering yourself to him just how he loves it. “Hm, that's what I thought.” he coos, hand finally gliding underneath the bottom. His fingers find your slit, drawing the cutest gasp from your throat.

“Easy now,” he inches lower, feeling the dampness that isn’t from the ripples crashing against your bodies. Cursing under his breath, he rolls his middle finger over your clit. Teasing, tempting you to whine into the movement. You do, shamefully so, encouraging him to do more. Give you more.

Insatiable.

He holds a laugh, lips wrapping onto your earlobe while his other hand holds your jaw tight, urging soft sighs from you. “Come on, show me how badly you want it,” his words goad you, meek hands gripping his arm, diving him deeper towards your heat. He hums in approval when your hand snakes above his, showing him the spot of your desire.

Hyunjin spreads your folds with two fingers, movement fluid against your wetness. He wastes no time in giving you what you're begging him for, hearing the plates in the kitchen clank and chairs scraping. There's scarcely any time left before you're interrupted. “Arch for me,” he instructs. You obey, perking your rear onto him, grinding onto his erection. He sucks in a breath, the intrusion of his fingers has you biting your bottom lip, two thick digits rubbing against your walls in slick ease. “God,” he slaps a palm over your mouth, muffling your growing moans as he hits the spot that melts the rigidity in your body.

“Hyunjin…” you mumble onto his skin, thighs wrapping themselves around him. He licks your flesh, the sweat cracking at your back sweet on his tongue, sucking the area just above the strap of your bikini. Paying you no mind, the water engulfs the otherwise loud squelches of his fingers ramming inside of your pussy. “Hyun–,” you try to warn, a knot coiling embarrassingly fast. Every simple touch is enough to have your stomach contracting, muscles spasming, beginning to tremble underneath him.

He notices, attention perked. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing small circles and it sends you to the edge. Biting onto his thumb, he pushes it past your lips, amused with the drool that spills past the bruised tissues. “You good?” The smirk is evident in his tone.

You wish you had the strength to punch the smugness out of him. However, he flips you to face him and his dark expression folds you. Heart squeezing almost immediately. The strain in his swim shorts brushes your knee, leg purposely grinding on him. He groans, forehead creasing into a pleasured frown. He brings you closer, nose ghosting on yours, “Open.”

You do. God, you do.

Lips parting just for him, a high pitched noise leaves him, tongue darting out to dance with yours. Obscene. The kiss is lewd and full of need. Throwing your arms around his neck, his fingers entangle in your wet hair, pinning you to the edge of the pool. He takes what he wants, rolling his pants to free himself, he eggs your bottom to the side. “Don't make a sound,” he warns, grinning into the kiss, “–unless you want everyone to know about our dirty secret.”

There's nothing delicate in the way he steadies your hips, grasping you with a barely controlled touch as he forces you down on his cock. Fully bottoming out in one go, stretched beyond limit in a wet burn. Your cry is swallowed by his searing mouth, sharing your moans with your tongues. You're hardly kissing back, mouth wide and open for him to use while he jerks his hips towards you, tip probing at your cervix from how big he is. “s' big…” you sob, tears swelling up your eyes.

Hyunjin gentles you, pampering kisses alongside your cheek, a deep contrast to the harsh pace of his cock into your poor pussy. “Baby don't cry…” he soothes. An act. Mockery hidden underneath the sweet words he reassures you with, great satisfaction filling him the second your teeth bite into his shoulder, trying your best to keep quiet. How endearing.

The door cracks open, a voice emerging from it. “Hey guys, dinner's ready–,” Felix informs, pausing as he realises the strange proximity between you two. “What's going on?” he asks and you freeze. Big eyes lifting to meet Hyunjin's in a panicked daze, ears flushed. Hyunjin blinks, way too slowly for someone in his current position, muscle nudging at the inside of his cheek.

Cock still pulsating inside of your cunt.

He doesn't bother to pull out, merely opting to cradle your cheek in fake concern. “She had something in her eye. I was blowing it out, look at her poor tears.” he says, smiling wide and innocently. “Isn't that right, yn-ah?”

“Huh–” your vision drifts to Felix who is staring, then back to Hyunjin's unbothered expression, involuntarily clenching on him as he decides to pinch your sensitive nub, face contorting to one of brief pleasure before you can catch yourself. “Yes!” you hitch. “My lashes flew into my eye… we'll come soon– ah…” the last syllable fades into a distant moan, praying that Felix doesn't pick up on what is going on underwater.

“Right…” he replies, nodding in a skeptical glance but he doesn't push further. “Hurry up or it'll run cold.” The door clicks shut and you exhale. A huge one, an expression of displeasure washing over you as you hit an amused Hyunjin.

“Are you serious–?!” you scold and he shrugs.

“With what?” he jokes, rolling his hips into yours. “This?”

“Hyunjin, fuck– don't do that again…” you hope to sound threatening. You really do but it's futile, the sentence comes off as a plea. A plea that opposes the threat.

“It sure seemed like you liked it though,” he replies, bumping your clit. “You were clenching down on me like crazy. Think I couldn't feel you getting wetter?” he tilts his head, lifting your chin in a search for your abashed expression. “Don't act coy now, let's finish this upstairs yeah?”

Where he's got you to himself. Uninterrupted.

—

you hadn’t been informed of… well… that.

moving in with your best friend changbin had seemed like the most natural decision in the world. rent prices were ridiculous and your previous lease had ended at the worst possible time, and one night over dinner, changbin had mentioned that his apartment had a spare room now that his friend seungmin had moved out.

“just move in with us”, he had said as he shoved another piece of meat into his mouth, “it’ll be fun and you’ll save money. and i know hyunjin won’t mind either”

that seemed easy and simple, the perfect solution.

you’d known changbin all your life and you trusted him blindly. somehow your friendship had stuck despite your completely opposite personalities and years later he was still the first person you called whenever something good or catastrophically bad happened. naturally, that meant you also knew most of the people in his life, including hwang hyunjin, changbin’s roommate and his closest friend, apart from you obviously. 

hyunjin is also the ridiculously attractive man you’ve spent years pretending you don’t have the world’s most embarrassing crush on, but that’s not really important right now. because really, what is there to say? only that hyunjin is unfairly beautiful.

hyunjin is the kind of person who looks like he’s walked out of a fashion show every single day. long dark hair one day and then the next one, a blond buzz cut - you still remember the gasp you let out when you saw him that day - still looking like a model, with his oversized clothes and his expensive rings decorating his elegant fingers. your favourite part of him is his eyes, the same eyes that somehow manage to look both intimidating and impossibly soft depending on who he is looking at. 

you’d met him more times that you could count - birthday dinners, movie nights, karaoke sessions, late night convenience store runs, group vacations. just everything, because if you’re part of changbin’s circle that means you’re part of everything he does.

hyunjin is easy to be around, quiet at first but surprisingly playful once he gets comfortable. a little dramatic and clumsy, yes, but ridiculously affectionate with the people he loves, even if he sometimes pretends not to be. you’ve watched him and changbin bicker over lots of things like an old married couple more times than you care to admit. 

but nothing has ever happened between hyunjin and you, and nothing will ever happen, you had accepted that years ago. your crush exists quietly in the background of your life like a song you occasionally remember. 

is it embarrassing? absolutely.

is it manageable? mostly.

but living with him… well, that certainly could complicate things a bit. 

on moving day, you’d found them halfway through another one of their ridiculous arguments because hyunjin had apparently put together the new desk in your room while changbin supervised which, according to hyunjin, actually meant getting in the way. but as soon as they realised you were there, hyunjin looked over at you with that tiny amused smile of his and his eyes bright.

“welcome home”

he said two words, simple and friendly, yet somehow they’d settled somewhere annoyingly warm inside your chest.

the next few days passed as you unpacked your stuff and tried to get used to your new home, but everything else felt normal and comfortable, exactly like you’d imagined living with them would be like. it was nice, really nice, and you could already tell living with them was going to work, which is probably why what happened later caught you so completely off guard. 

you had been living with them for a week or so. dinner had been cleaned up and hyunjin had disappeared into his room saying he had some work to do, closing the door behind him. you hadn’t thought much about it because you knew he worked from home, something related to computers. that was all you knew, you’d never asked more and it wasn’t really your business if he never explained or said anything else.

you were sitting on the sofa with changbin as you tried to choose a movie when he suddenly paused halfway through scrolling.

“y/n, i forgot to tell you something”

those words rarely lead to anything good.

you narrowed your eyes, “what?”

he scratched the back of his neck, “so…”

“so?”

“you know hyunjin works from home, right?”

“... yeah?”, you asked him, not knowing where the conversation was going.

“well, sometimes, you’ll probably hear… things”

you looked at him, still not understanding anything, “what things?”

changbin looked towards hyunjin’s closed door before lowering his voice for absolutely no reason.

“i just thought you should know what he actually does”

“okay?”

“he… uh…”, he said as he rubbed his face, “hyunjin’s a camboy”

silence. 

complete and utter silence.

“he’s a what?”, you asked him.

“a camboy”

you stared at him and he stared back at you. surely you had misheard. maybe he had said cowboy? yeah, that had to be it.

“no”, you said slowly, “i definitely heard that wrong”

“you didn’t”, he said, still looking at you.

“he’s… a… like…”, you said as you made a vague gesture with both of your hands, “a camboy?”

changbin nodded his head, “yeah”

“so he does, what… livestreams?”

“yeah”

“and people pay?”

“yeah”, he said again.

“that hyunjin?”, you said as you gestured towards his bedroom.

changbin snorted, “yes, that hyunjin”

your mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, “okay, i… i mean… wow”

you replayed every time hyunjin casually excused himself saying he had work before he moved to his room or every time he didn’t go out with all of you because he stayed home working.

you had always assumed, well… anything except that. you weren’t opposed to it, that wasn’t the issue here. people could do whatever they wanted to do, and if that worked for him, then good for him.

it was just unexpected, wildly unexpected.

things should have ended there, after that conversation with changbin, because it wasn’t really your business and hyunjin was still hyunjin. learning what he did for work didn’t suddenly change everything about him, or at least, it shouldn’t have.

and yet, the following days proved to be considerably more difficult than you expected because every single time you looked at him, you remembered your conversation with changbin.

there hyunjin was, standing in the kitchen as he prepared breakfast.

he’s a camboy.

hyunjin was sitting on the sofa, his sketchbook balanced on his knee as he draw something while watching a movie.

he’s a camboy.

hyunjin walked past you in the hallway with his hair damp after a shower.

“good morning, y/n”

“good morning, hyunjin”

he’s a camboy. 

you hated it, genuinely, because it was unfair, you didn’t want your perception of him to now revolve around his way of living. people were more than their jobs. if changbin had told you hyunjin was a chef, you wouldn’t spend every waking moment imagining him in a kitchen. so why was your brain being so incredibly unhelpful now?

every time the thought appeared, you tried to shove it away. hyunjin’s your friend and now your roommate as well, he’s the same hyunjin you’d known for years. 

but as the days passed, little questions kept appearing out of nowhere.

how long had he been doing it?

how had he even started?

did many people watch him?

how did any of it even work?

then, the questions started to get more and more explicit. you had never watched a livestream of this type, but you knew enough, and your imagination worked wonders too.

did he show his face?

was he completely naked?

did he have weird kinks?

so when one night hyunjin disappeared into his room after dinner saying he had to work, your curiosity finally got the best of you. a couple of hours later, when hyunjin and changbin were sleeping in their rooms, you lay on your back on your bed, the sheets pulled up to your waist, as you stared at the ceiling with your phone in your hands.

you couldn’t stop thinking about hyunjin, and what he may have been doing just some hours ago, so before you even realised you were actually doing it, you unlocked your phone and tried to search his page. 

you hadn’t asked changbin the name of hyunjin’s page or his account or whatever he used, absolutely not. asking your best friend for information about another friend’s work, and especially that kind of work, felt invasive. 

and there was no way you could ask hyunjin himself.

“hey, so… what’s your username?”

you physically cringed just imagining it. no, never. 

all you had was his name, and you knew it was a long shot, but you still tried anyway. you tried a couple of pages first, all of them obviously wrong, just low quality clips and guys who looked nothing like him. then, by some miracle, you found the right link and his page loaded. before you even realised what you were doing, you were already watching him stroke his cock on camera while your own fingers worked deep inside your cunt until you came around them. 

you hadn’t meant to do that. honestly, you just wanted to see how he did it, to answer the questions that had been burning in your head, but it was as if you were hypnotised from the moment you saw him and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

the next days, it was impossible to stop. every night you pulled up his page again and watched his old livestreams until you came hard around your fingers, biting your lip to keep you from moaning his name out loud. you saw the new ones too, the ones he did just as he disappeared into his room after dinner some nights. you saw those once he had finished streaming, when you were sure both of the boys were sleeping and they couldn’t suspect what you were doing in your room. 

each time you came just from watching him, just hearing him say “fancy seeing you here” at the beginning of every single live had you already dripping for him, your clit throbbing before he even touched himself, before you even touched yourself. 

what was even more difficult was living with him and changbin as if nothing had changed. sitting at the kitchen table while hyunjin made coffee, pretending you hadn’t spent the previous night with your fingers inside your cunt to the sound of his groans. pretending you didn’t stare at his long fingers wrapped around his mug and wondered how they would feel inside you, stretching you open. every casual brush of his arm against yours sent heat flooding between your legs, every single time he looked at you, you had to look away, you couldn’t stare at him for longer than a second.

you hadn’t been informed of that and now, you didn’t know how to keep hiding this any longer.

you’ve been living with the boys for a month now, and things have just gotten worse, you can thank your imagination for that. the boys still have no idea what you do behind doors, but your little situation has not improved, not even a little bit. that’s why every time you have the chance to focus on something else that’s not hyunjin or his fingers or his cock or his lives or anything related to him, you take it and run away with it. 

but of course, your plan backfired today.

you had spent the morning at work, counting down the hours until your shift ended. nothing exciting happened, just a handful of emails and a couple of meetings, the usual. once you finally clocked out, you met one of your friends who was already waiting outside your office and you both went to eat together.

the original plan had been to have lunch together and then spend the rest of the afternoon shopping but unfortunately, halfway through lunch, your friend started to look paler and then she told you she was not feeling good and that she thought she should go home. you had nodded your head and told her to rest, that you would catch up other day, whenever she felt better.

after making sure she’d booked a ride home safely, the two of you hugged goodbye outside the restaurant and you watched her leave. you considered continuing with the shopping alone, but then, rain started pouring down and seeing that you were definitely not dressed for that - you were wearing a summer dress and a pair of high-heels - you decided to put an end to the shopping trip and go home earlier than you had planned. 

as far as you knew, changbin wouldn’t be home for hours. he’d mentioned over breakfast that work was going to run late and after that he planned on heading straight to the gym before coming back. knowing him, he probably wouldn’t be home until sometime after midnight. 

hyunjin… well, you had no idea, his schedule was always harder to predict and you hadn’t asked him what his plans were today. 

now, after a walk in the rain, you enter the apartment and close the door behind you, leaving your shoes at the entrance and letting out a relieved sigh as your feet finally touch the cool wooden floor. but then, you hear something, a faint sound, so quiet you can’t tell where it came from. you frown and listen for another moment, but there’s nothing there, just silence.

you shrug it off, run your hand through your hair and then start walking towards your room but just as you’re halfway down the hallway, you hear another sound, this one clearer. your steps slow a bit and then you realise it came from hyunjin’s room, which was closed.

almost without thinking, your feet carry you towards it, trying not to make any noise at all. you stop outside his door and then lean towards it, tilting your head and holding your breath until you hear his voice, clear enough this time.

“fancy seeing you here”, you hear him say through the door.

your entire body freezes. you know that sentence, you’ve heard it before, more than once. it is the way he greets his viewers.

oh.

oh.

he is doing a livestream right now. 

you take a hurried step backwards as though the door itself had burned you. you didn’t expect this and you know you are not supposed to be here. you had just come home early because your plans had fallen apart.

if your friend hadn’t gotten sick…

if it hadn’t started raining…

you wouldn’t have been anywhere near the apartment.

you look towards the front door. leave, that’s what your mind tells you. you could go and maybe sit in a café for a while, or you could go to a bookstore, just anything, but then you look towards the windows in the living room and you see how unrealistic that idea is. the rain lashes against the glass in thick sheets and the sky has turned almost black. going back outside right now isn’t exactly appealing.

you exhale slowly. okay, fine, you will stay home. you could just go to your room or take a long shower or maybe watch a movie or cook something. you could do literally anything else, just anything that kept your mind occupied.

you stand there for another second, trying to convince yourself that this is a perfectly ordinary afternoon, that hyunjin is simply working and that what he is doing is none of your business, that you can completely ignore it.

you already know, however, that your own mind isn’t going to make that nearly as easy as it sounds. 

when you step inside your bedroom and close the door, your thoughts refuse to behave and images start flashing behind your eyes: his long fingers wrapped around his cock, his abs tightening when he’s close, his groans that always push you over the edge, his hand moving to push his hair away as his bicep becomes the only thing you can focus on. you press your thighs together, trying to ignore the growing heat between them.

then you hear a loud groan ripping through the walls, the sound raw and needy, hitting you like a spark and your self-control snaps. you drop onto your bed, your phone already in your hand as you pull up his livestream. once it starts working, you see he’s still wearing his boxers, but his hand is inside them, stroking his cock, as the chat explodes with comments and donations. 

user69: take your cock out

edgequeen: i will beg if you want me too

cumslut: i want you to fuck my face 

“you’re all so needy today. i bet you’re all dripping for me”, he says, his voice low and teasing, “do you really wanna see how hard i am for you right now?”

you’re completely soaked, and not just from the rain now. you watch his hand move under his boxers again, the outline of his cock clear as he gives it a firm squeeze.

princessonline: please show us your cock

user69: you’re edging me so bad i’m gonna come

he smirks at the comments and then hooks his fingers into the waistband and pushes his boxers down, his cock springing free and already leaking. 

you don’t even think, you shove your panties down your legs and kick them off, keeping the dress on because you’re too desperate to bother about that now. your fingers slide straight between your folds, finding yourself already slick and swollen.

hyunjin wraps his hand around his cock and starts stroking properly, smirking at the camera, “you like watching me play with my cock like this, huh? you want me to go faster?”

cumslut: yes pls

user69: i want you to come inside me

princessonline: my sheets are soaked

he speeds up a little, his thumb swiping over the tip and spreading the precum down his length as he keeps talking, and every word he says makes you even wetter. you push one finger inside you and then another one, imagining they’re his fingers, stretching you open the way you’ve fantasised about for weeks now. your hips roll up to meet your hand while you watch his hand on his cock.

he keeps talking, his voice rougher now, “fuck, i’m getting close. wanna see me coming? wanna watch me paint my stomach while you all come with me?”

user69: YES 

cumslut: i wanna lick you clean

edgequeen: please fuck me

his hand moves faster, the tip of his cock disappearing into his fist again and again. your fingers move in time with him, your thumb rubbing your clit as your thighs shake and your breath comes in short gasps. you see how his abs tighten and his hips jerk and then he comes hard, his cum streaking across his stomach and chest while he groans loudly.

the sight pushes you over and your climax crashes through you. your cunt pulses around your fingers and before you realise, a moan escapes you, too loud, probably the loudest you’ve ever moaned. you slap your hand over your mouth, praying that hyunjin hasn’t heard you, you don’t want him to know you’re home, much less what you are doing. you see hyunjin panting and smiling lazily at the camera, coming down from his high.

you don’t wait to see what he does or to hear what he says next, you close the livestream so fast that your phone nearly slips from your hands. the only thing you can hear is your own breathing and your heart beating so fast you’re sure it’s gonna fall out of your chest.

has he heard you?

you had heard him groaning and moaning during his livestream today, which means that it’s possible - more than possible if you’re honest - that he has also heard you. you squeeze your eyes shut and just hope and pray that he hasn’t, you honestly have no idea how you would deal with that.

but there is no point spiraling, you can’t undo anything now, the damage is already done. you set your phone on the bed and then sit completely still, listening.

nothing.

then, after some minutes of sitting and waiting, you hear movement outside your bedroom. a door opening, then footsteps and then another door. you hold your breath until you hear the rush of running water echoing through the apartment. 

he’s in the shower.

you let out a slow breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.

okay, think y/n. 

if he had heard something, wouldn’t he have come looking?

wouldn’t he have knocked on your door? to check what was that noise?

instead, he’d gone straight to shower. maybe everything is fine and you’re just panicking over nothing. you look towards your door and think again, because you need to act normal. hyunjin knew you’d planned to be out all day, but there was no reason you couldn’t simply arrive home now.

he is in the shower and you could just leave your room and go to the kitchen, and if the two of you happened to run into each other then you’d smile and say hello, mention the rain and tell him that your plants had been cut short.

it was perfectly ordinary, entirely believable.

you stand up and smooth the wrinkles from your dress before walking towards your door. you take one last steadying breath and then open it, making sure that he’s still in the shower before you leave your room. you pad quietly towards the kitchen and once you get there, you open the cupboard, grab a glass and fill it with cold water.

you lean against the counter and take a long sip, letting the cool water settle your nerves as you stare at the rain tapping against the windows. everything’s gonna be fine, you just need to stop overthinking, but you are so absorbed in your thoughts that you completely tune out everything else. you don’t hear the shower stopping, you don’t hear the bathroom door opening and you definitely don’t hear footsteps crossing the hallway.

“hey, y/n”, you suddenly hear hyunjin’s voice, “i didn’t see you there”

you spin around so fast the glass nearly slips. hyunjin is standing a few feet away, a towel slung low around his hips as droplets slide down his chest and stomach. you force your eyes up to his face, heat crawling up your neck.

“hi, hyunjin”, you manage to say, your voice thinner than you wanted.

you can’t quite look at him, not when every inch of exposed skin reminds you exactly of what you just watched him do.

he tilts his head, looking at you, “weren’t you gonna be out all day?”

you nod your head, feeling your nerves growing inside you again, “yeah. but um… my friend, uh… she got sick and then the rain started, so… yeah, we cut the plans short”

your gaze keeps drifting back to his chest despite yourself. to the way water trails over the defined lines of his muscles, catching on one of his nipples before continuing lower. you force yourself to turn away, setting the glass down on the counter, trying to calm yourself down.

hyunjin hums and then you hear him move and you think he’s leaving, that he’s going to his room to put his clothes on. but then you feel him, just behind you. he’s suddenly close, so close that his bare chest nearly brushes your back. the heat of him radiates through the thin fabric of your dress and his breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, his lips barely grazing your skin as he speaks.

“did you enjoy the show?”

your whole body locks up. you don’t answer him, you can’t, but he doesn’t need you to, he already knows.

“oh, don’t tell me you thought i wouldn’t hear you moaning from your room, sweetheart. besides, i knew it was only a matter of time. i know changbin told you what i do, so i figured sooner or later you’d break”, he says, as he gets closer to you, “what? you didn’t think i had noticed the way you look at me? at my fingers? you really have no idea, sweetheart”

each word presses his lips closer to your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. one of his hands comes up and he places it on your waist, just to remind you how close he is. the towel around his hips moves with every slow inhale, the fabric barely holding on. you can feel the hard line of his cock through it, pressing against your back as he leans in even more.

“i already know you watch my livestreams”, he says, “and i know you touch yourself watching me. i know you soak through whatever clothes you wear. and today? sweetheart, i heard you as soon as you entered the apartment, but hearing you moan and come while i was stroking my cock for the camera… fuck, that almost made me lose it right there”

his other hand trails up, his fingertips skimming the side of your neck before he tucks a strand of damp hair behind your ear.

“you were so loud, y/n, you couldn’t even cover it up in time. i bet your pussy was clenching around your fingers while you watched me come all over myself”, he says, getting even closer to you, “did you wish it were my fingers instead? or my mouth? or maybe it was my cock inside that tight cunt as you took every inch of me?”

he moves his hips, letting you feel his hard cock nudging against you through the towel. his lips brush the sensitive spot just below your ear, almost a kiss now.

“i’ve been waiting for you to slip up”, he says, “every time you looked at me across the table, every time your eyes dropped to my hands… i knew exactly what you were thinking. i knew you were imagining my fingers inside you, making you drip down my wrist. and now you’re here, and i bet you’re soaked not just from the rain, and you’re trying so hard to pretend you’re not desperate for it”

his hand slides lower, pulling you back against him. the towel is the only thing between his bare cock and the thin material of your dress and you can feel every twitch, every pulse as he hardens further. he rocks his hips against you once, letting his length drag along the curve of your ass.

“still not saying anything, sweetheart?”, he teases you, his teeth grazing your earlobe, “that’s okay, your body is doing all the talking. i bet if i reached under this dress right now i’d find you dripping. you want me to check? you want me to see how soaked you are for me, sweetheart?”

he doesn’t wait for permission, he just lets his fingers trace the hem of your dress, toying with the fabric, lifting it inch by inch. the cool air of the kitchen kisses your thighs, making you shiver. his other hand stays firm on your waist, keeping you pinned between him and the counter.

“tell me the truth, y/n”, he whispers, his voice now rough with want, “did you come harder thinking i might hear you? did it make you even wetter, thinking about me in my room, stroking my cock while you had your fingers deep inside you at the same time?”

his lips press a slow and open-mouthed kiss just behind your ear, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. his towel slips a bit lower on his hips, the tip of his cock now unmistakably hard and hot against you. he grinds forward again, letting you feel it.

“i’m still hard”, he says, “i came so hard thinking about you watching me, but it wasn’t enough. not when i knew you were right there, with your fingers inside you, wishing it was me. you want me to finish what i started? you want me to fuck you until you can’t stay quiet anymore?”

his hand finally slips beneath the hem of your dress, his fingers trailing up the inside of your thigh, stopping just short of where you’re aching for him. he pauses there, breathing hard against your ear, waiting and teasing you, letting the anticipation stretch until your legs tremble.

“say the word, y/n”, he murmurs against your ear, “or i will keep telling you every little thing i’ve wanted to do to you since i first saw you. your choice”

your lips part on a shaky breath, his name slipping out before you can stop it.

“hyunjin…”, your voice comes out soft, but the way your hips twitch back against him betrays how badly you need more.

he chuckles low against your ear, “what do you need, sweetheart?”, he says as his fingers continue brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, so close yet still denying you, “tell me. use your words”

you swallow hard, your voice barely above a whisper, “i-i need you. p-please, hyunjin… i need you”

the second the words leave your mouth, his hand slides higher. he expects to meet the thin barrier of your soaked panties, but instead his fingers glide straight through your slick and bare folds. a deep and guttural moan rips from his throat, hot and filthy against your ear.

“fuck… no panties? you’re gonna be the death of me, y/n”, his voice cracks with raw hunger as two of his fingers part your soaked lips, dragging through the mess you’ve made of yourself, “you were standing here with me, dripping down your thighs with nothing covering this greedy little pussy? christ”

his middle finger circles your clit once before sliding lower to tease your entrance. he presses just inside, feeling how wet and ready you are and another broken sound escapes him.

“you’re soaked, so fucking wet for me already, sweetheart. did you come that hard earlier just from watching me? or were you saving this for when i finally touched you?”

you can’t answer him, you’re sure you’ve even stopped breathing at some point. his fingers are already working you open, sliding through your folds. he presses two fingers inside you without warning, knuckles deep in one smooth thrust, and your knees nearly buckle. hyunjin catches you with his arm around your waist, holding you while he moves his fingers in and out of you.

“that’s it”, he says, his teeth scraping your earlobe, “take my fingers, sweetheart. let me feel how tight you are. i bet you’ve imagined this every single time you watched me”

his thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles while his fingers thrust deeper and faster. the towel around his waist is barely hanging on now, the hard length of his cock pressed against your back, twitching every time you clench around his fingers. 

you turn your head just enough to look at him, your eyes meeting his for the first time since he caught you, and when you speak, your voice comes out hoarse and desperate.

“i need you, hyunjin. right now”

something in his gaze snaps and finally, he crashes his mouth against yours in a hard and searing kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to claim every inch. his hand stays buried between your legs, his fingers still moving inside you as he devours your mouth. you moan into the kiss, your hips rolling down onto his hand, chasing the friction.

he breaks the kiss and pulls his fingers out of you, turning you around so he can growl against your lips.

“legs around me”, he says.

before you can process it, his hands are under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. your legs wrap around his waist, your dress riding up as your bare and soaked cunt presses against his stomach. the towel slips lower with the movement, barely clinging to his hips as he carries you down the hallway towards his room. 

when he closes the door behind you, he lays you down on his bed and for a moment he just stands there, looking down at you, his hair still damp, his chest heaving and the towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, the thick outline of his cock straining against it.

“fancy seeing you here”, he says, his voice low and teasing, the exact same line he uses at the start of every livestream.

the words hit you like a spark and you reach up, fisting the front of the towel to yank him down on top of you. your mouths meet again, hotter this time, your tongues sliding together as his body covers yours. his hands are everywhere - sliding up your sides, gripping your waist, throwing his towel off and then finally tugging your dress up and over your head. your bra comes next, his eyes dark as they rake over your bare body.

now there’s nothing between you, and you can feel his cock, thick and flushed, against your body. he settles between your spread thighs as he keeps kissing you like he’s savouring every second before he finally takes what you’ve both been waiting for. his hands keep roaming greedily over your skin, his hands sliding up your ribs to cup your breasts and his thumbs circle and pinch your nipples until they stiffen under his touch.

you arch into him, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging hard to pull him closer while your other hand grips the back of his neck, your nails digging into the muscle there. your hands move down his back, feeling every flex of his shoulders as he grinds his body against yours, leaving a hot smear of precum on your skin.

he breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to smirk down at you while you chase his lips with a needy whimper. your hips roll up, seeking friction, but he moves away, denying you.

“tell me what you want, sweetheart”, he says, “come on, say it”

you whisper his name first, your voice showing how desperate you are, “h-hyunjin…”

he chuckles and lowers his head to kiss and bite along your neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin before sucking hard enough to leave marks.

“more than that, y/n. tell me exactly what you want”, he says as his lips trail lower, biting at your collarbone as your moans fill his room, your body trembling under his.

your voice cracks as you gasp, “i-i need your fingers… p-please”

“good girl”, he says against your throat before he moves his face just enough to kiss you again.

you feel one of his hands moving down your body until two of his fingers slide through your folds and then he pushes them inside you. he starts curling them, stroking your sensitive spot while his thumb focuses on your clit. your walls clench around his fingers, your juices coating his hand as he moves his fingers faster.

he kisses you through it all, his tongue pressed against yours as his fingers fuck you harder, stretching you open. your climax builds fast, your thighs shaking until it crashes over you, and you come hard on his fingers, letting out a broken cry that is swallowed by his mouth as your arousal drips down his wrist.

hyunjin pulls his fingers out of you, glistening with your release.

“open up”, he says as he presses his fingers to your lips.

you part them obediently, sucking his fingers clean and tasting your own cum as he watches you with dark eyes. he pulls them out of your mouth, only to slide them back inside your still-twitching cunt for a few more thrusts, drawing out more of your wetness. he pulls them out again, bringing them to his own mouth this time, his tongue licking every drop from his skin with a low groan. 

he kisses you again, his tongue sweeping deep into your mouth as he shares the lingering taste of your release.

“fuck, you taste so good”, he says against your lips, “but i need to taste you better, sweetheart”

his body moves lower, his mouth trailing wet kisses down your throat and stomach until he finally settles between your spread thighs. his hands grip your hips firmly and then he dives straight in, his tongue flattening against your sensitive clit before moving into your dripping cunt.

“hyunjin!”, you scream at the sudden intensity as his mouth devours you.

your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard, while your other hand claws at his shoulder, desperate to anchor yourself. he doesn’t hold back, his tongue fucks into your folds with relentless strokes, lapping up every drop of your wetness, sucking your swollen clit between his plump lips and flicking it mercilessly.

you look at him and the sight makes your head spin - his eyes are half-closed in bliss, his face buried in your cunt and his jaw moving as he eats you like a man starved. you’re still twitching from the previous orgasm, overly sensitive, but the sight of him drowning in your cunt sends fresh arousal flooding out, coating his chin and making you even wetter. 

he pauses just enough to look at you, only to find you already looking at him and he growls against your throbbing clit.

“that’s it, sweetheart. keep your eyes on me”, he says and then his tongue moves back to your entrance, his nose pressing against your clit with every movement, with his eyes still on yours.

your hips buck against his face but his strong hands pin you down, pulling you closer to his face so he can bury himself deeper.

“hyunjin… i- oh god… i’m gonna come”, you gasp, your voice breaking as you feel the next orgasm coming, your walls clenching around nothing but his relentless tongue.

“come for me”, he says, his voice muffled against you but his eyes never leaving yours, “come all over my mouth”

his words shatter you and your orgasm rips through your body right then. your cunt pulses and gushes onto his tongue, your juices spilling out in hot waves that he eagerly swallows as you squirt all over his face. his hands move your hips even tighter against his face, holding you there as he drowns in you, as his tongue continues moving against you until you’re trembling and shaking beneath him.

hyunjin’s mouth lingers between your thighs for one last lick, his tongue dragging through your folds to gather every trace of your arousal before he starts moving again. his lips press wet, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs, then higher across your hipbone, leaving a glistening trail of saliva and your own arousal on your skin.

he moves slowly, savouring every inch of your skin, his breath hot against your stomach as he kisses you there, his tongue dipping into your navel for a teasing second. your body shakes under him, still pulsing from the intensity of coming on his tongue, and on his fingers before, and he groans when he feels your muscles twitching.

he continues moving, his mouth closing over one of your nipples to suck hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak before releasing it. he moves to the other and his tongue swirls there, lapping at the hardened bud while his hands slide up your sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. 

he reaches your mouth again, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he devours you with the same hunger he showed your cunt moments ago, his body settling over yours and his cock pressing heavy against your thigh. 

“such a good girl for me”, he murmurs against your mouth between kisses, his voice rough with lust, “you came so hard on my tongue, squirting all over my face. fuck, you’re perfect”

your hand moves downwards, your fingers stretching towards his cock and desperate to wrap around it and guide him inside you. but hyunjin catches your wrist before you can touch him, his grip firm, yet controlled.

“shh, sweetheart”, he whispers against your lips, “not yet”

he moves both of your hands above your head, pinning them there with the strength of just one of his hands, his long fingers easily encircling both. the position leaves you stretched out beneath him, your chest heaving, completely at his mercy.

he keeps kissing you, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth while his free hand roams your body. his lips trail from your mouth down to your neck, where he sucks at the pulse point, his teeth scraping over your sensitive skin before he soothes the spot with his tongue. 

the sensation drives you wild. you start rubbing yourself against him, your hips rolling up desperately, and your cunt grinding along the underside of his cock in search of friction. the tip catches against your clit with every desperate thrust of your hips, sending sparks through your already oversensitive nerves.

“please”, you beg him, “h-hyunjin, please… i need you inside me. just… fuck me, i can’t take it anymore”

his free hand moves to grip your chin firmly, tilting your face up so your eyes meet his.

“open up”, he says again, his eyes locked on yours.

you part your lips, your mouth falling open as he leans closer to you. he lets a string of spit fall from his mouth directly onto your tongue, warm and thick, and the moment it lands you moan loudly. he moves to kiss you again, his tongue pushing into your mouth to mix with the spit he just gave you, swallowing your desperate sounds as he devours you all over again.

his hand releases your chin and slides down between your bodies. you feel the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance, sliding through your drenched folds once, then again, as he coats himself in your juices before he pushes forward. he enters you, stretching your walls as he sinks inside with one long and controlled thrust, filling you completely until his hips are flush against yours.

he doesn’t give you time to adjust, he starts moving slowly, pulling back and sinking in again, making broken moans spill from your lips.

“fuck”, he growls against your ear, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, “you’re so wet for me, sweetheart, you’re dripping”, with each sentence comes another thrust, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, “you feel so fucking good wrapped around me”

your moans grow louder and needier, your body arching up to meet every snap of his hips against yours, “hyunjin- i… more, p-please… harder-”

he chuckles against your ear, the sound vibrating through his chest where it presses against yours, “you want it harder? greedy little thing. you’ve been watching me fuck my hand on camera and now you need the real thing, don’t you?”, he says as his pace stays controlled and teasing, “say it, y/n. tell me how bad you need my cock”

“please”, you whimper, without realising the tears that escape your eyes, “i need it- i need you to fuck me harder, please, hyunjin- let me… let me touch you”

his free hand moves to your hip, gripping hard enough to bruise but you don’t fucking care.

“you’re such a good girl, begging for it. and you know what, sweetheart? good girls get what they want”, he says and then releases your wrists.

the moment your hands are free, they move to his hair, your fingers tangling in the damp strands and yanking him down into a desperate kiss. your tongues slide together, messy and hungry, while your legs wrap tighter around his waist, your heels now digging into his back to pull him deeper inside you.

hyunjin groans into your mouth and finally lets go of the slow pace. his hips snap forward harder and faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, mixing with your loud and shameless moans.

“that’s it- fuck”, he says, groaning against you, “you’re so tight, sweetheart. you were made for me”

you tug harder on his hair, pulling him even closer as you kiss him again. every thrust knocks the breath from your lungs, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you over and over again until your vision blurs. you’ve never felt anything this intense before, your whole body lights up with every stroke, pleasure coiling again tighter and tighter inside you. 

hyunjin pulls back just enough to look down between your bodies. his eyes darken as he watches the way your stomach bulges slightly with each deep thrust, the outline of his cock pressing up against your belly.

“look at that”, he moans, his voice wrecked, “i’m so deep inside you i can see it. fuck, that’s the hottest thing i’ve ever seen, you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen, y/n”

he presses his palm flat against the bulge and the pressure makes you cry out, a fresh gush of wetness soaking his cock and the sheets under you. you look down to see it and the added pressure and the sight of it send you spiraling. your walls clamp down around him like a vice, gripping him so tightly he curses loudly.

“shit- y/n, fuck- you’re gripping me so hard-”, he says as his rhythm falters for a second as he fights to keep control, his hips stuttering against you, “f-fuck, you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that”

he leans down again, capturing your mouth in another kiss before he pulls away just enough to speak.

“look at me”, he says with a low voice, “eyes on me when you come, sweetheart. i wanna watch you fall apart on my cock”

you force your eyes to stay on his, meeting his intense gaze. his thrusts grow erratic, deeper and harder, the tip of his cock battering that spot inside you relentlessly.

“h-hyunjin, i’m- i-”, you start to say but you can't because another moan escapes you.

the pressure builds too fast and your mouth falls open on a silent scream as your orgasm finally crashes over you. your cunt pulses and flutters around him, squirting again, soaking his cock and thighs as you moan his name over and over.

his eyes never leave yours and the sight of you coming undone under him, with your walls gripping him, pushes him over the edge. he thrusts inside you one more time and then he comes as he spills deep inside you, flooding your cunt. his forehead drops to yours, both of you panting, your eyes locked as you ride out the aftershocks together, your bodies trembling against each other. 

hyunjin’s mouth descends again and his lips move against yours while his hips give one last, shallow thrust inside you. the movement drags his softening cock through your oversensitive walls and you wince sharply, a tiny whimper escaping into the kiss. 

“shh”, he murmurs against your lips, the sound low and soothing, “i know, sweetheart, i know”, he presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to your jaw, “you must be so sensitive right now. let me take care of you”

he eases out of you with careful slowness, the tip of his cock slipping free with a wet sound and making your thighs twitch. cum immediately starts to trickle out of your cunt, warm and thick, sliding down between your cheeks and onto the sheets. hyunjin watches the mess with satisfied eyes before he rolls onto his back and reaches for you. his strong hands grip your waist and lift you, pulling your body on top of his so you’re pressed together once more.

you sink down against his chest and he pulls you into another kiss, much slower and deeper this time, almost tender. the frantic pace from moments ago melts into something softer, more intimate. his tongue moves against yours, exploring your mouth, and the change makes your head spin. this is not the same hyunjin who just pinned you down and fucked you senseless. this hyunjin is gentle, almost sweet, and the change leaves you dizzy with how much you crave both sides of him. 

he breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth along your cheek, his voice teasing, “so… you’ve watched me stroke my cock on camera as you got yourself off to every word i said?”, he says as his fingers trace idle patterns on your lower back, “turns out my pretty roommate has a filthy little crush, huh?”

heat floods to your face and then you try to hide against his neck, but hyunjin catches your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back up, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“hey”, he says softly, the teasing gone from his voice, “don’t worry, i’m just as crazy about you”

he leans in and kisses you again, slow and sweet, swallowing any protest you might have made.

“i haven’t stopped thinking about you since i first met you. and ever since you found out what i do, every time i went live i would wonder if you were watching me, and i would hope you were touching yourself to me”, he continues. 

your lips meet again, the kiss turning deeper and wetter. his hands slide down to your ass, gripping the soft flesh and gently rocking your body against his. his cock, still a bit hard and slick with both of your releases, nudges between your folds. the tip brushes your swollen clit and you wince again, a soft hiss escaping you.

“sorry”, he whispers against your lips, stopping his movements, “too much?”

you pull just enough to shake your head, smiling down at him, your face soft and still a little dazed.

“no… it’s okay. i just… i need a minute”, you say as you push up on shaky arms, looking at the mess of sweat and cum on both of you, “i think i’m gonna have a shower”

hyunjin’s mouth curves into a wicked little grin and before you can move off him, he sits up, wraps his arms around your waist and stands up, lifting you with him. your legs instinctively wrap around his hips as he carries you towards the bathroom, his voice a low rumble against your ear.

“shower with me, sweetheart. we’ll get clean and maybe… we can go for another round”, he nips at your earlobe, his words making your stomach flip.

you laugh against his skin, the sound bright and breathless, and then you move your face just enough to look at him before you pull him down into another kiss as he steps into the shower and reaches for the water.

the spray hits both of you at once, the water warm and soothing against your bodies, but neither of you lets the other go. your lips stay locked together, your tongues sliding slow and deep while his hands roam your wet skin, already promising more.

a/n: fancy seeing all of you here my loves 😎 i can't believe there's only one fic left of this event!! i hope you're all ready and if not well good luck then 😏

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the buzz of your phone wakes you, the screen lighting up the dark room. you squint, heart racing when you see the name - hyunjin. it’s late, way past the time he usually calls you, but you answer instantly anyway.

"hyunjin?", your voice is groggy, thick with sleep.

"hey, baby", his voice comes through, low and rough. it’s not his usual warm, chatty tone. this one is softer, deeper. it almost sounds strained.

you sit up a little, adjusting against the pillows, "are you okay? why are you calling so late? did something happen?"

there’s a pause, then you hear a sharp inhale on his end. the sound makes your stomach twist, heat rising in your cheeks. 

"i just… i couldn’t sleep", he says, his words uneven, "needed to hear your voice"

you smile faintly, though you can’t shake the oddness, "you always need my voice"

he lets out a low chuckle that melts into something almost like a groan. it’s muffled, but you catch it. then you hear it - the faint sound of movement, a slick rhythm, barely there but enough to make your pulse quicken.

your eyes widen when you realise what he’s doing, "hyunjin… are you-"

he groans again, cutting you off, "fuck, baby, i’m sorry", his voice is wrecked, desperate, "i couldn’t stop thinking about you. about us. i need you so bad"

heat floods your chest, your thighs pressing together without you realising, "you’re… touching yourself?"

"mmh", he hums, shameless now, "yeah. i’m thinking about your pretty mouth, the way you sound when you’re close", his breath hitches, the sound of his hand moving faster filling your ear.

you move and bury your face in the pillow, embarrassed at how wet you’re getting just from listening to him, "hyunjin-"

"don’t hide from me, baby", he says quickly, voice firm, "tell me the truth. are you getting wet just hearing me?"

you freeze, your lips parting, but the truth curls in your stomach, undeniable, "…yes"

he groans, guttural and broken, "fuck, that’s it. i knew you would. i knew you couldn’t resist me"

your skin tingles, every nerve alive, "we’ve never… done this before", you whisper, biting your lip. he can hear you’re nervous, your relationship is fairly new and it’s the first time you have been apart for a long time. you never even talked about doing this before. 

"i know", he breathes, softer now, coaxing, "but i want to. i want to make you come even if i’m not there. will you let me guide you, baby?"

you hesitate, heart hammering, heat pooling low. you can hear him still, the wet slide of his fist, the shaky moans spilling out of him. your whole body burns and aches at the thought of doing this together.

"…okay", you whisper.

his voice is pure relief, thick and hot, "good girl. fuck, you don’t know what you do to me"

you sit there in the half-dark of your bedroom, the phone pressed to your ear, your whole body buzzing. your chest rises and falls too fast, nerves mixing with the ache between your legs. you’ve never done this before - never even thought about doing it - but hyunjin’s voice is warm and steady, even through the wrecked edges.

"take off your clothes for me, love", he says, not quite a command but not a question either. his voice is low, rough, threaded with need.

you swallow, staring at the ceiling, "all of them?"

he lets out a soft laugh, the sound strangled with arousal, "yeah, baby. all of them. i don’t care if i can’t see you. i want to know you’re naked for me"

your fingers tremble as you slip your shirt over your head. the room feels colder without it, your skin prickling. hyunjin must hear the faint rustle because he groans through the phone, "that’s it. keep going"

you stand to push your shorts and panties down, stepping out of them clumsily. you hesitate with the phone tucked against your shoulder, before putting it on speaker and leaving it on the bed, your hands covering your chest like he can somehow see you.

"you still there?"

"yeah", you whisper.

"then tell me, baby. are you naked for me now?"

your breath stutters, "yes"

he lets out a sound so guttural it makes your thighs clench, "fuck, you’re perfect. you know what i’d do if i were there? i’d lay you out on the bed and spread you open for me, just so i could look at you. i’d take my time and then i’d make you so desperate for me"

you fall back onto the mattress, already dizzy, "hyunjin…"

"touch yourself", he says softly, "start slow. lick your fingers first. i want to hear you, no, i need to hear you"

heat curls through your stomach. you bring your fingers to your lips, shy at first, until the taste of your own spit coats them. the wet sound is faint, but hyunjin still groans like you’ve just touched him.

"good girl. now trail them down your body. don’t rush. i want you to feel everything"

your hand drags slowly over your chest, pausing at your breasts. you circle your nipples, gasping at the sharp spark of sensation.

"tell me what you’re doing", hyunjin urges, his breathing harsh through the speaker.

"touching… my breasts", you manage.

"how?"

you squeeze lightly, pinching your nipples until your hips jerk, "my nipples first", you whisper.

"fuck, love", he moans, voice cracking, "i can hear it in your voice. i can hear how good it feels. pinch harder. make yourself whimper for me. imagine they’re my fingers"

you do, biting back a cry, your thighs rubbing together.

"don’t hold back", he says, firm now, "i want every sound. every little whine. give it to me"

your breath comes out shaky, your free hand fisting the sheets, "hyunjin, i-"

"lower", he cuts in, breathless, "take those wet fingers down lower. circle your clit for me"

your heart pounds, embarrassment warring with heat. you hesitate for a second - and then you do it. your wet fingertips slide between your thighs, finding the slick ache at your centre. the first touch makes you gasp so loud he groans in answer.

"that’s it", he whispers, wrecked, "i can hear you, baby. you’re so wet already, aren’t you?"

"y-yeah", you stutter, circling gently.

"good girl. keep going. pretend it’s me. pretend it’s my hand instead of yours"

you moan softly, hips rolling up into your touch.

hyunjin groans, the sound of his hand moving around his cock slipping louder through the phone now. the slick, steady rhythm makes your body burn, "fuck, i’m so hard, baby. i wish you could see what you’re doing to me. i wish you could feel it"

your fingers speed up instinctively, "hyunjin, oh my god-"

"slower", he says sharply, then softens, "don’t get ahead of me. i want to drag this out. i want you aching and begging for me"

you whimper, but you obey, slowing your circles.

"good girl", he breathes, "you’re gonna come for me tonight, but only when i say so"

you let out a shaky breath, circling your clit slowly like he told you. it feels good - too damn good - and you bite your lip, trying to stay quiet.

hyunjin hears it instantly, "don’t hide from me, love. let me hear you", his voice is low, strained, like it costs him everything not to groan every other second.

you whimper, your thighs trembling, "it feels… really good"

"tell me what you’re doing, baby", he demands gently.

your face burns hot, but you obey, "i’m-", your words break on a gasp as your hips twitch up, "i’m rubbing circles on my clit, like you told me. it’s so sensitive"

he curses, ragged and low, "fuck. do it slower, then harder. tease yourself"

you whimper again, but follow. your fingers move in hesitant patterns, dragging sweet torture over your clit.

there’s a wet slick sound on his side of the phone now,  and you hear it loud in your room, rhythmic. you squeeze your eyes shut, your whole body buzzing and trembling, "hyunjin, are you-"

"stroking my cock", he interrupts, his voice cracking, "i’m thinking about how it would feel if it were you instead. your hand, your mouth, your cunt-", he groans so loud you shiver.

you lick your lips, daring yourself, "then- then go faster", you whisper.

there’s silence, just his breath, then a strained laugh, "are you giving me instructions, love?"

you hesitate, but nod even though he can’t see, "y-yes"

he moans, rough and desperate, "fuck, that’s so hot. don’t stop. tell me what to do"

your whole body shakes with nerves, but the ache between your legs urges you forward, "wrap… wrap your hand tighter. stroke slow, then fast. like i would do if i were there. like i do before i ride you"

his groan is sharp, guttural, the rhythm of his hand picking up, "jesus, baby. you’re gonna kill me"

you whimper, pressing harder into your clit, "hyunjin, it feels so good"

"tell me", he pants, "tell me what it feels like"

you squeeze your eyes shut, your head rolling back, "warm. wet. like my whole body’s buzzing. every time i circle my-", your voice cracks, "i-i feel like i’m about to fall apart"

he moans your name, broken, "god, i wish i could see you right now. i’d spread you out and watch every twitch, every little gasp. you’d be begging me"

you let out a needy sound, your hips lifting off the bed, "i want to- i need my fingers inside now"

he groans so loud you hear the thump of his head hitting against the wall or headboard or whatever that was, "do it. fuck, slide them in. nice and slow. let me hear how wet you are"

you hesitate, your hand trembling, but you press two fingers against your entrance, already soaked. the ease with which you slide them in makes you gasp, the sound echoing through the phone.

"fuck, i heard that", he moans, jerking faster, "i fucking heard it, baby. tell me, what’s it feel like?"

"so tight", you whimper, "i’m so full. i keep clenching around my fingers-"

he cuts you off with a guttural groan, the slick sound of his hand moving faster, "fuck, love, don’t stop. finger yourself for me. fuck yourself with your hand and let me hear it"

you obey, pushing deeper, curling your fingers. your wet sounds mix with his, the line filled with filth and breath and need and desperation.

your thighs shake, your voice high and cracked, "hyunjin, i can’t- i’m so close"

"not yet", he rasps, "don’t come yet. keep yourself right there. edge yourself for me"

you whimper, trying to slow down, but your body bucks against your hand, "hyunjin, please-"

"you can take it", he insists, his own voice breaking on a groan, "you’re strong, baby. stay right there with me"

your free hand grabs your breast, squeezing, trying to ground yourself, "it hurts, i need more"

"then focus on me, love, tell me what to do", he pants, stroking faster, "guide me. tell me how you’d take it if i were there with you"

your head spins, heat dripping through every nerve. you whisper, almost crying with need, "i’d beg you to put your fingers inside me. and your cock. i’d beg you to fuck me until i couldn’t breathe"

he chokes on a moan so loud it makes you whimper, "jesus christ. you’re too good. keep talking, baby. i want every filthy thought"

“hyunjin, fuck, i need you so bad, i-i can’t keep it anymore”

"no, just keep talking", hyunjin rasps, his breath uneven, "but don’t you dare come yet"

you sob softly, your fingers pumping slow inside yourself, curling up just enough to keep your walls trembling around them. your clit throbs, begging for touch, but you don’t dare disobey him.

"hyunjin, it’s- it’s too much", you gasp, your thighs shaking.

"no, baby, it’s perfect", he moans, the wet sound of his stroking picking up speed, "keep yourself right there, keep it a bit longer. i want you aching for me"

you whimper, head pressed into the pillow, sweat dripping down your chest, "i-i need to come so bad"

his groan is sharp, broken, "fuck, don’t tempt me. if i were there, i’d have you spread open, keeping you like this all night, just so you’d learn how good it feels to be desperate for me"

your hips jerk up involuntarily, fingers curling faster, "hyunjin-"

"stop", his voice is firm now, deeper, "take your fingers out"

you whimper, shaking your head although he can’t see you, "no, please-"

"love", he warns, his groan rough, "don’t make me repeat myself"

your whole body aches at the tone, at the dominance laced in his ragged voice. slowly, you pull your fingers free, clenching around nothing, sobbing at the emptiness.

"good girl", he whispers, his breath catching, "so fucking good for me. now lick them clean. taste yourself"

your stomach flips, heat rushing through you. still trembling, you lift your fingers to your mouth, slipping them past your lips. the taste is sweet, musky, overwhelming.

hyunjin moans loud at the sound, "fuck- i can hear it. jesus, baby, you’re killing me"

you hum around your fingers, shy and filthy all at once, "i taste… so wet. so messy"

he groans again, his hand working fast and rough now, "god, i’d give anything to be there, to have you on my tongue"

you press your thighs together, desperate, "hyunjin, please, let me-"

"fine", he pants, "but do it slow. two fingers back inside. circle your clit with the other hand. make it messy for me"

your breath shudders out of you as you do what he says, sliding your fingers back into your soaked cunt, your other hand finding your swollen clit. the sensation nearly knocks you over, your body curling forward, voice breaking into high, needy moans.

"that’s it", he groans, "fuck yourself for me. fuck yourself like i would. let me hear how bad you want it"

you can’t stop the words pouring out of your mouth now, "i want you so bad, hyunjin. i’m so wet, i’m clenching so hard around my fingers, but it’s not enough, i-i need your cock"

he moans loud enough to make you jolt, his rhythm falling apart, "jesus christ. i can’t- baby, i’m so close"

your body arches, every muscle straining, pleasure vibrating through you like electricity, "hyunjin, please, i can’t hold it anymore, i need to come, please- just let me come-"

there’s a beat of silence, just his ragged breaths, then his voice drops lower than ever, hoarse with need, "do it. come for me, baby. let go"

the permission breaks you instantly. your orgasm tears through you, your whole body convulsing, your back arching off the mattress as you cry out his name. wetness gushes between your fingers, your walls clenching tight as your vision sparks white.

"fuck, fuck-", hyunjin’s voice cracks into a shout, the sound of his hand moving frantic before he lets out a guttural groan, "baby, i-i’m coming-"

“come for me, hyunjin”

you hear it on the line, the wet spill of him into his fist, the deep and broken moans of your name, the raw sound of release. you’re still trembling, still gasping, your fingers slipping from your cunt, soaked and shaking. 

his breathing is heavy, matching yours, both of you silent as the aftershocks ripple through you. then, soft and shaky, your hear his voice again, "holy fuck, baby. that was… jesus, i don’t even have words"

you laugh weakly, your body buzzing, your cheeks damp with tears of relief, "hyunjin… i can’t believe we just did that"

he chuckles low, tender despite the rasp in his voice, "believe it, love. and next time, i’m not letting a phone get in the way. i’m gonna make you scream in person"

the line is quiet for a long while, just the sound of you both breathing, heavy and uneven, like neither of you knows how to completely come down yet.

finally, hyunjin hums low, voice wrecked but gentle, "hey. you still with me?"

you let out a weak laugh, still spread out on your bed, sheets damp under you, "barely. i think you broke me, hwang hyunjin"

he chuckles softly, though it cracks around the edges, "i think you broke me, baby. you have no idea how beautiful you sounded. i’m never getting that out of my head"

you hide your face in your arm, cheeks heating despite the fact he can’t see you, "you really heard… everything?"

"every moan, every gasp, every time you begged for me", he says, suddenly tender, reverent, "god, i wish i’d been there to hold you through it. i hate that you had to come down alone"

your chest warms, a soft ache pushing past the bliss, "i don’t feel alone. you were with me the whole time. i… i felt you"

the silence after that is heavy, full of love, until he exhales shakily, "i love you so much. more than i can say. you know that, right?"

"i know", you whisper, your throat tight, "i love you too"

there’s rustling on his end, like he’s shifting under hotel sheets, "wish i could clean you up, tuck you in, kiss you until you fall asleep"

you hum, soft and sleepy, "i can pretend. you’ll be here when i sleep, in my dreams"

his laugh is warm, broken with affection, "you’re gonna kill me with sweetness after all that filth, huh?"

"balance", you tease, yawning.

"mmm", he agrees, softer now, "get comfy, baby. keep the line open. let me listen to you breathe while you fall asleep"

you snuggle into your pillow, still trembling faintly, heart full, "okay. but don’t stay up too late, you’ve got a show tomorrow"

"i’ll be fine", he murmurs, "my priority is you. always you"

you do as he says and the line stays open while time stretches and softens around you. you can hear him shift again, the faint rustle of sheets, the quiet sigh that escapes him like he’s trying not to wake you even though he’s miles away.

“still there?”, he whispers after a while, voice a little rough now, gentled by exhaustion.

you make a sleepy sound, half hum, half wordless reply.

“good”, he breathes, “just wanted to make sure. you sound peaceful”

you smile into your pillow, eyes still closed, “i am, because of you”

there’s a pause. then the softest chuckle, one that sounds like home, “i don’t deserve you sometimes”

“yes, you do”, you mumble, already drifting again, “you always do”

there’s silence for a while, a silence that feels full and warm and full of love even though he’s so far away from you. his breathing evens out on the other end, syncing with yours, slow and steady. it’s easy to imagine he’s right there with you - that if you reached out, your fingers would brush his arm, that his warmth would be real instead of imagined. 

you know it’s not true, but you picture it anyway. him tucked close against you, his skin warm, his heartbeat steady beneath your hand. you can almost smell his shampoo, feel the brush of his lips against your temple, the quiet way he says your name when the world fades out.

somewhere between one breath and the next, you slip into sleep, his voice the last echo in your mind.

“sweet dreams, love. i’m right here”

and on the other side of the call, he stays awake just a little longer, watching the hotel wall, smiling at the sound of your breathing through the phone. the distance feels smaller like this, time softer, love quieter but no less strong. never that.

and when he finally lets his eyes close, he whispers it softly, only for your ears to hear, 

“i’ll always be here for you”

the library

that joke didn’t seem so stupid now, not with the state of things. your back arched as your knees pressed into the seat on either side of hyunjin’s thighs, your wet cunt stretched tight over his cock and taking him so deep that the air in your lungs felt less and less likely to come out.

“fuck, baby…” hyunjin groaned, his voice low and husky as he leaned his sweat-slick face back against the headrest. the name slipped past his bitten lips so easily now as his eyes trailed over you, dark and glazed with lust.

your hands clutched at his toned shoulders for balance as you moved your hips in languid motions, grinding against him and savoring every brush of his tip against your g-spot. everytime he caught it, your walls fluttered and clenched instinctively, drawing a deep groan from his chest and making his pelvis jerk up against yours.

“god- you’re so fucking tight,” he panted, his fingers flexing on your hips, pulling you down harder when your pace faltered. “such a good girl… this pussy feels so fucking good…”

his words jolted something between your legs, making you twitch against him, a helpless little whimper leaving your lips. your knees hurt from the pressure of riding him in such a confined space, but the ache in your legs was nothing compared to the way he filled you up so perfectly, so thick and hot that you couldn’t stop yourself from chasing the high— again.

hyunjin was breathless beneath you, his hands sliding down from your hips to grab at the curve of your ass, big enough that his veins pulsed with every move.

“so good, baby. you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard…” his head tilted back again, his sharp jaw clenched tight in an attempt to keep himself from unraveling too soon.

you hummed softly, your brows drawing together as a filthy moan fell from your lips, your body trembling with every stroke of his cock into you. you both looked pathetic, his toned chest damp from sweat, your tits bouncing with every sharp swivel of your hips, the lewd slap of your bodies filling the cramped car.

“fucking- fucking hell, y/n…” hyunjin groaned your name loud, almost like it was forbidden in his mouth, dragging every syllable like a prayer he wasn’t supposed to say.

“hyune, hyune,” your voice broke softly when his hands hooked under your thighs, angling you forward so the pressure hit just where you needed most— your clit practically pulsing in time to the rhythm of his hips helping you grind.

you let your head tip forward, burying it into his shoulder as your moans grew more breathy and frantic.

but then— then, his fucking phone buzzed.

you felt him stiffen beneath you, his hips jerking awkwardly at the interruption, but before you could even stop or steady yourself, the sharp ringtone echoed in the tight space.

you stilled in his lap, breath caught in your throat. not at the interruption itself, but at the name displayed on the screen ‘my angel <3.’

you froze completely in place. but hyunjin didn’t. instead, he grabbed the phone from where it rested near his thigh, sparing it barely a glance before swiping to answer.

“yeah?” his voice was low, hoarse, still wrecked from what you were doing not even a second ago.

you gasped softly, disbelief coloring your face as you tried not to make a noise. but as if to directly punish you, hyunjin let one hand slide back to your hips before dragging you downward onto his length hard.

“hyunjin,” you hissed under your breath, panic and pleasure forcing your walls to clench tightly around his cock.

his sharp intake of breath was instant, but he glanced at you from under his lashes with a wicked grin, the speaker on the other end filling the silence.

“baby, where are you?!” hyunjin’s girlfriend’s voice rang out sharply through the line, her tone a mix of annoyance and demand.

you could feel him tense at the sound of it— even as his other hand grabbed at your ass again and continued to fucking move you.

“out,” he croaked after a second too long, his lips parting as his head tilted back again, jaw tight with effort.

“what do you mean ‘out?’ what the fuck are you even doing?” the girl’s voice barked back instantly.

hyunjin’s hips stuttered forward when you whimpered again, unable to keep yourself from reacting, your walls squeezing tight around him as you writhed helplessly in his lap. every tiny motion sent sparks crashing through your nerves, the stretch of him inside you just as overwhelming now as it was when you started.

his cock twitched against your walls as he rolled his hips lazily, slowly dragging out of you before sliding back in again. you could feel everything— the messy slick from where he’d coated your walls earlier, the sticky sweat between your bodies, the ridiculous heat pooling in your belly as your ruined cunt fluttered against him.

“fuck, baby,” he said, sharp and low, his voice dipping in volume quickly as his phone twitched in his other hand. “just—” another groan punched out of his lips when you sank down further, biting your lip as your nails scratched over his chest— “just with chan, okay? we’re working.”

your eyes widened at the flat-out lie, though it wasn’t much of a surprise.

“at this hour?” his girlfriend accused, her sharp voice cutting into the air again.

“yeah,” hyunjin said quickly, forcing himself to choke out the word while his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his hand curving harder against the plump flesh of your ass.

and then she said something— angry, accusing, sharp— but you couldn’t comprehend it over the filthy sound in the car.

“fuck…i gotta go,” hyunjin managed, his voice breaking unevenly on the last syllable as his cock twitched again unconsciously. and then, without even trying to explain further, he hung up, tossing the phone to the front seat like it meant nothing to him and pulling you fully toward him before you’d even fully heard it click.

“you’re insane,” you snapped breathlessly against him, the words broken and almost a moan before his lips smashed against yours.

he didn’t even flinch at your tone. he just gripped you tighter, grinding his cock up into you until the sharp sting of overstimulation blurred into nothing but craved, filthy heat.

You’re both pent up, you know that. It’s palpable—in the hot, heavy air, in the weight of his hands on your skin and the tension between you on the couch. The fervour of his every movement; every gasp for breath between hot, messy, desperate kisses across your skin. Eyes hooded. Breathing heavy. Jaw twitching like he’s trying not to crack.

Your skin is flushed, sweaty; his hands move across your chest and neck and thighs with a hurriedness, like he’s trying to drink you in, every inch of you, before you slip away and he never has the chance to.

You’ve never been wanted—needed—like this. It scares you just as much as it excites you. Maybe more.

Because Mingi is a man of passion—that was clear to you very early on—in everything he is and everything he does. And being the object of that passion is no small thing; it’s a fire that spreads without restraint and scorches everything in its path. Including you. Including him.

His hands reach under your ass to pull you up and onto his lap, straddling him with your legs on either side. You feel him under you—hard, throbbing, straining against his pants—and your body reacts to it instinctively; your gut twists and your cunt clenches around nothing; your hips buck, slowly at first, then faster and more desperate until your clothed pussy is grinding shamelessly against his bulge.

You’re not in control now; that much is clear. Desperation has boiled over until your head couldn’t contain it anymore and it’s seeped down into your cunt.

“Fuck,” Mingi groans into your mouth. “Baby, fuck.”

”Min,” you whine. “Min. Feels so—”

He pulls back fully, all of a sudden, holding your face in his hands and forcing your gaze on him. His eyes are blazing, pupils blown like he’s already lost control. His hands are practically shaking with need, but at the same time you feel the steadiness, the strength in his hold on you. The safety. “I can make you feel better,” he gruffs. “Better than this. Better than anyone.”

You know he can. He already has made you feel better than anyone, just from the way he’s touched you over your clothes and talked and praised you through each tiny movement. But you know what he’s getting at—what he actually wants. And you want it too—fuck do you want it too—you just…

You chew at your lip, hesitant; nervous. His gaze fixes on it briefly, eyes narrowing some. “But I’ve never— you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” His words are soft now, murmured; careful, but his eyes flash with something you don’t understand. A small smile pulls at his lips, all softness and fondness. “My sweet girl, aren’t you? So innocent. Unused. Never done anything.”

“Min,” you whine, flushing a little at the condescension in his tone—patronising without mocking, but still enough to make you squirm.

“Baby,” he coos. “You know I’ll go slow, right? You know I’d never hurt you.”

“I know.”

“I’ll ease you into it, too. Open you up for me, nice and slow. Nice and easy. Just the tip, ‘til you’re ready for the rest. You trust me, right?”

“I do.” Of course you do. At this point Mingi could put a knife to your throat and you’d lean into the blade if he told you it was safe to.

He kisses you again; harder, more forceful, verging on painful but still firmly on the side of pleasure. “Keep grinding, sweetheart,” he mutters. “Babe, fuck. Pull that little skirt up for me, I wanna see you.”

He folds the hem of it between his fingers; the little miniskirt you wore for your date today. The skirt that had made his face harden, darken momentarily until he got ahold of himself again. The skirt he couldn’t take his eyes off of until he got you home.

But even now, he waits. Doesn’t push it up himself—waits for you to oblige or to refuse.

You oblige, of course. You know from the way his pupils dilate even further when you do that your panties must be soaked. His voice comes out strangled, like there’s a lump sitting unyielding and pulsing in his throat. “Fucking hell,” he grits. “Little panties all wet n’ soiled. Is that for me, baby? That all from grinding against my dick like an unspayed puppy?”

“Yes,” you whimper, nodding dumbly. “Mingi, please.”

“I got you,” he says. “Can I touch it, baby? Feel how wet you are for me?”

His voice is hoarse, clearly affected. You nod eagerly; he huffs out a low, shuddered breath and slowly moves one hand to cup your heat. It sends a pulse through your body like an electric current. “Perfect,” he breathes. “You feel that? Your pussy is throbbing on my hand, baby.”

“I feel it,” you nod. Fuck, it feels good. Mingi is so big and strong and warm and as much as it scares you, you think you’d let him do anything right now. “Min…”

“M’here,” he mumbles. “Holding your little pussy for you, just like you need. You don’t know what to do with it, do you?”

You whine; his eyes flicker up to meet your gaze and his lips curl in a small, knowing smile. “Yeah,” he chuckles. “You’re just helpless, aren’t you? Need me to show you how to feel good. Will you let me?”

“I just— it’s a little scary, Min.”

“That’s okay, honey,” he says softly. “I won’t go in yet, yeah? Just gonna rub my dick up and down the outside, see? You’re already gushing for me there, you’ll hardly feel it.”

His finger slips into your panties, hooking around the crotch and pulling it to the side. Your pussy, now bare and exposed to him, throbs a little harder. “Min…” You gasp. The air hits your cunt like a shiver down your spine; Mingi’s eyes fixed firmly on it like it’s the sweetest and most aggravating sight he’s ever seen feels even more biting. Just the feeling of him, holding you in his lap and staring at your cunt like he wants to take it apart and is struggling to hold himself back, is unlike anything you’ve imagined.

From your very first day with him, Mingi’s been your protector. Your safety—and he still is.

Yet now, like his, he somehow feels a little like a predator too.

And you, for some reason, are desperate for him to strike.

“You’re pulsing,” he breathes, barely above a whisper. “Fuck, baby, I can see you throbbing for me.”

“I need you,” you whimper. The words are coming now of their own accord.

“Pull my dick out,” he says. You falter a little and he smiles softly, shifting you on his lap. “C’mon, tiny. Nothing to be scared of. It’s not gonna hurt you.”

“It might,” you mumble. “You’re big.”

You swear Mingi’s eyes flash; his hand on your waist feels a little heavier now, like there’s suddenly more hunger, more possessiveness behind it. More intention.

“I’m big?” He chuckles. You nod. “I’m big, yeah. Or maybe you’re just tiny. I won’t hurt you though, honey. I told you we’ll take it slow, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.”

“Take it out then,” he says. “Be good for me, bunny.”

Your hands are shaking as you pull his dick out from his sweats; you’ve seen it before, of course, felt the hard outline of it when he’s pressed up behind you in bed—but this is different. This is going inside you.

It’s long and thick; rock hard and already leaking from the tip. “Fuck,” you breathe. “Min…”

“You like it?” He grins. You nod. “Good,” he says. “It’s yours. You can fuck yourself on it whenever you like, sweetheart. A big thick toy for my pretty little girl.”

“Please,” you mewl.

“You’re fine, baby,” he says. “Can you lift your hips for me, love?”

You obey, lifting yourself so you’re kneeling over him.

He grips the base of his dick, pumping it once, twice, three times, before his other arm wraps around your waist and pulls you down so your ass is resting on him and your pussy is pressed against the side of his shaft. You groan, the feeling of sending a spark of electricity through your body, and his cock twitches. “Fuck,” he gruffs. “Stay still, baby. Not gonna go in yet, just gonna fuck the outside, yeah? Where you’re all nice and slippery for me. Nice n’ wet already.”

“Okay,” you breathe.

It feels… strange. Good, definitely, but strange. Like you’re being teased. Every time his tip brushes against your clit you feel it through your entire body, to the tips of your toes and in the deepest crevices; your reaction to everything Mingi does, at this point, feels primal.

The way he groans, head thrown back in pleasure, feels primal too.

“Shit,” he grunts. “I gotta—fuck. This little cunt is so sweet, baby, so needy for me, I gotta fuck her. Need to.”

His dick is throbbing almost violently, pulsing against your clit and making you needier and needier. You want it—him—so bad you can’t even speak any more. You just whine, squirming, chasing the sensation and the pressure against your clit.

“C’mon,” Mingi says. “Let me in, baby. You want me inside, I can feel it.”

You nod. “Yeah,” you gasp.

“Tell me I can, then,” he grits out. “Tell me I can put it in. Just the tip, baby, please.”

“Okay,” you whisper. “The— just the tip, Min. Put it in.”

Mingi shudders; you feel it rippling through him, his grip tightening. He groans, adjusting himself, then slowly pushes in. “Thank you, baby. Just the tip, I promise. You’re being so brave, honey.”

Even from the tip you can feel the size difference between you; can tell taking him in his entirety will be no small task. The thought alone is dizzying; you’re squirming, trying and failing to stay still as he goes in deeper.

And deeper.

You hiss, muscles clenching, clawing at the material of his shirt. “Mingi,” you squeak. “It’s— what are you doing?”

He stops, freezing inside you, seeming to realise what he’s doing and getting a hold of himself again. But he doesn’t pull out—doesn’t back away. His eyes flicker up to your face, searching for something—a reaction, maybe, or a desperation you won’t admit. “Shit,” he mutters. “Sorry, baby, fuck, I just— you’re so warm, honey, so tight and wet, I’m losing my head a little. You make me crazy, you know that?”

You shake your head. He groans, squeezing his eyes shut, jaw clenching like he’s clinging to his composure. “You make it so hard to be gentle,” he says. “To hold back. I can’t think of anything but taking you apart right now. Filling you up. Fuck, baby.”

Fuck. Now neither can you. You whine, eyes squeezed shut, trying to think of anything else—anything but being ruined and claimed and bred by him.

But the image of him all the way inside, of you falling apart around him, of his cum dripping out of your stretched cunt—it’s too much. It’s too good.

You know you’re thinking with your pussy and not your head right now, and you don’t even care. You can’t care.

“Please,” you say. “Do it, Mingi. Fill me up.”

You feel him twitch inside you. His eyes soften, caring, a little concerned, but still the desperation and the excitement is overarching. “Are you sure?” He asks.

“I’m sure.”

He exhales, the breath slow and shaking, and nods. Then he starts again.

Slowly. Surely. But still dizzying.

You love how large Mingi is; how small and safe you feel with him. Now, though, you wonder if it’s possible to be too big.

“Shit,” you hiss.

“I know, I know, baby. Just open up for me, you can do it. That’s a good girl.”

He pushes his thumb past your lips, pressing it down on your tongue. “Make it wet,” he says. “That’s it.” Once he’s satisfied he pulls it out, smiling fondly at the whine that slips out of your mouth at the loss, and presses it against your clit. He rubs it slowly, firmly, the way he knows you like it.

Of course he knows. He’s the one who taught you how to touch yourself properly, after all.

You clench around him, pulsing, shifting yourself to chase the pressure on your clit and inadvertently pushing yourself down further on his cock. His voice is low, crooning, like he’s coaxing you open for him. “I’ll never hurt you, baby. Just wanna feel what s’like inside you. Doing so well f’me, that’s it.”

“Fuck,” you grunt. “Min, hurts—”

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispers. “Just for a little longer, okay? You’re gonna feel so full n’ fuzzy in a minute. Try and sit down for me, baby, try sit yourself down on my cock.”

It feels impossible, pushing yourself down any further than you already are; taking him any deeper than you already are. But Mingi is so gentle—stroking your skin, mumbling praises you can barely decipher—and he, both of you, wants it so fucking bad that all you can do is obey.

“That’s it,” he grumbles. “Good girl. C’mon now.”

By the time you get all the way to the bottom, your bodies pressed together, he’s almost crying. He looks like he’s trying not to shatter.

“Mingi,” you say. “Fuck me.”

“You’re ready? Really?”

“Really.”

You’re on your back, flipped over, legs around his waist while he hovers above you, before you can process it. Mingi’s eyes are dark, pupils blown and glinting with a desperation so hot it feels like it scorches your skin beneath it.

“Hold onto me,” he grunts. “You’re not getting it gentle.”

You squeeze your legs around him, pulling him closer, curling his shirt around your fists. Holding him like a lifeline; like he’s the only thing stopping you from shattering entirely.

At the same time, though, he’s the only thing that can make you shatter so completely and so thoroughly. He fucks you like he has nothing to lose, nothing to prove; like he’s entirely sure of himself and sure of his control. Like he can just take, take, take, and you’ll do nothing but stare up at him with wide, empty, loving eyes and give him everything he wants.

He’s right. Even when he finishes, when he falls over the edge with a shout and warmth blooms in your tummy, he keeps thrusting, keeps the same heavy grip on your waist like every inch of your skin belongs to him.

And when he pulls out and cum slowly starts to drip from your hole, he gathers it on his finger and pushes it back in.

“Keep it there,” he murmurs, smiling softly, tiredly at you. “You look so pretty full of me.”

Your relationship with Minho had been effortless, almost perfect even.

He was considerate, a sweetie behind his sometimes stoic nature. He was a true gentleman, kind, caring and got along well with your family.

And well, you would probably describe his whole being as endearing.

He hugged you while he was asleep, pulling you against his chest, but would deny doing that the next morning.

He made you a cup of coffee first thing after getting up, even before he got the first sip himself, he would bring it to you when you refused to get up early.

He kissed you goodbye before heading to practice, lingering breaths left on your skin, his scent still burnt into your memory.

He texted you in every break, sending you a quick pic because he knew you were interested in his work.

He brought your favorite snacks with him when he came back home, telling you he thought you probably craved it all day.

But what you didn’t know about him were his desires deep down. When you smiled at him, eyes literally lighting up as soon as he did one of these things, there were these thoughts that almost plagued him.

When he held you close at night, his thoughts drifted off to a space where he imagined him pinning you down underneath him and fuck you into the mattress until you couldn’t speak, think or walk properly anymore.

When he made you breakfast in bed, there was this weird itch he had and it could only be properly smothered if he would fuck your face first thing in the morning instead.

When he kissed you before heading off to work, he always fantasized about pushing you against the wall and making you watch him ruin you all over in the broad mirror in the hallway.

When he sent you a selfie of him when he had a few minutes for himself, he had to fight the urge to facetime you and order you to show yourself to him in your entirety while he talked you through an orgasm.

When he stepped into your apartment in the evening, he wanted to jump at you so badly, his whole body screaming for him to bend you over the nearest surface.

But he did none of these things because he was kinda afraid to scare you off with it. Not all of his thoughts were that dark but all of them were full of filth. The two of you hadn’t been intimate yet, although your relationship was so fulfilling. It just hadn’t been the right time yet.

But in this very moment, your snuggle session on the couch while watching a movie had turned to him leaning over to you, kissing you slowly.

Your hands were so cutely braced against his chest, not shoving him away but feeling him. God, he really wanted to eat you whole - or eat you out, whatever happened first.

He moved his lips against yours, hand at the back of your neck to hold you in place like this. It wasn’t possessive, but firm and wanting. You let him, your heart fluttering and your stomach flipping out of excitement.

Minhos other hand ran up your thigh, squeezing your leg there before he cupped your core. Just for a second though, because your surprised gasp seemed to wake him out of his trance and he ended the kiss abruptly.

With his hands leaving you and him scooting away an inch, you felt your whole body tense up because of the loss of touch. This has been new but you wanted more, goosebumps formed on your skin.

“Sorry, I- uhhmm.. got a bit carried away”.

He looked at you so apologetically, shifting in his position as if it suddenly was uncomfortable to sit on the couch. You tilted your head in confusion, while in reality, he had to internally admit that the little sound you made just went straight to his cock.

“I liked it”, you finally said, voice trembling more than you had anticipated.

His face turned back to you.

“You did?”, he asked.

You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap, his gaze made your body heat up. You felt weird, but in a good way.

“So- you want me to continue?”.

There was a pause, dead silence hung thick in the air between you. Your heart was so loud in your chest, it was the only thing you were hearing right now. You were nervous, but you knew this was right. Maybe you should have told him your secret sooner, though. You weren’t just inexperienced, you had no experience at all.

With your next nod, Minho immediately pulled you towards him, guiding you to sit on his lap and straddle him. You couldn’t describe the sensation, everything was so new and scary, but so good. Minho on the other hand felt like he was hitting the jackpot, he knew he possibly couldn’t indulge in all of his desires, but finally having the person he loved - yes, he indeed loved you - on top of him, was better than he had dreamed.

His hands were wrapped around your waist now, fingers digging into your flesh as he applied pressure to your form, urging you to move on top of him. But well, you were clueless, clumsy. You didn’t know what to do.

“Move, Jagi. Please”, his voice was broken, he wanted to pull your face down to kiss you, but your breathing hitched - he stopped.

“I don’t know how”.

At first, he didn’t really know how to react to that, he just looked up to you.

“I’ve never done something like that before”, you quietly admitted, avoiding eye contact, “I’m- uhmm”.

You felt tears already forming in your eyes so you squeezed them shut. It was embarrassing, you thought, and it probably weirded him out.

But poor Minho just tried so hard to sort his thoughts because oh my god, he could be your first. It was scaring him, to be honest. He wanted your first time to be something you would happily look back to. But deep inside, something told him to taint you. To ruin you for everyone else. To make you his own forever.

His silence was making you anxious and the tears started rolling. The sting in your chest was humbling, you felt incredibly dumb that you let this get so close to you. You couldn’t stop it even if you tried, but when you tried to get off of him, his grip just got stronger.

“No no no no. Don’t cry, Jagi”, his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pressured you”.

You froze, your heart beating against your ribcage relentlessly.

“You’re not.. appalled by the fact I’m a virgin?”.

Oh god, you said it. He wanted to hiss, to moan, to press you down onto his cock, to rip off all of your clothes at this instant.

He needed to take a breath, all of these thoughts were not helping in his wish to make you feel as best as possible.

“No, of course not”, he said, voice as calm as he could muster, “Just under pressure”.

Although your body was still shivering and you couldn’t yet stop your sobs, his gentle and soft expression was soothing, so you leaned against him in need of the comfort he was trying to provide.

“What do you mean?”.

His hand moved to the back of your head, slowly stroking your hair.

“Well, the first time can be- a bit much? I wouldn’t want you to get overwhelmed by me accidentally hurting you”.

He still was just being a sweetheart, face nuzzling into your neck, placing a careless kiss there. It sent a little spark down your spine, letting something bloom inside you. You started thinking. You liked how he had touched you, even with clothes on. He was so considerate, immediately stopping when you felt uncomfortable.

You were sure he would be the right one, you were sure that he would take care of you.

“I want it”, you whispered, “With you”.

He flinched, physically jolted and made a noise you couldn’t quite understand the meaning of, but when you sat up, you saw his pupils dilate. He trembled, whole body vibrating, his lips were parted.

Minho looked incredibly hot like this, more than he usually did. You smiled through the anxiety, raising a hand to stroke the hair out of his face.

“But you’ll have to guide me”.

It seemed like he wanted to say something, but no word came out, his fingers scrunched up the fabric of your hoodie.

“Are you sure?”, he asked softly.

You nodded, cupping his face gently, there was no hesitation. Sure, you were a bit afraid, nervous, curious, but you didn’t hesitate a second.

“You need to tell me what you like, okay? And give me a sign when anything feels off”, he said, hands gliding back down and resting on your hips, “And we’re only going as far as you feel like”.

It was so endearing, how nervous he seemed to be as well. He was lucky you couldn’t read his mind, because he was so fucking scared he couldn’t resist. He was scared he couldn’t fight the urge to choke you, to pull your hair, to throatfuck you, to humiliate you, to use words he would later regret. Scaring you away was the last thing he wanted but god, the idea of being your first and sculpting you the way he liked was so tempting. And he hated how toxic that sounded.

“I trust you”.

“I trust you, too”, he sighed.

It felt like a love confession, something that also didn’t happen out loud in your relationship. But it made your heart flutter either way.

“You want me to show you how to move- on.. top of me?”, his gaze was strong, you felt something inside you tighten involuntarily at it.

You nodded, his grip on you getting a bit tighter. Minho took a deep breath.

“Okay, with clothes on it’s- it’s about the friction”, he explained and pushed you away a bit, but pulled you back in quickly after that, “How does that feel?”.

The fabric of your jeans rubbed over your clit like this, your breath got stuck in your throat at the feeling. It was unfamiliar, but it pulled a little mewl out of you.

“Good”, you managed to get out.

“You can also like- move like this”, his hands guided you to gyrate your hips.

Oh, that was even better. The sensation was making you dizzy, you let your head fall back, hands on his shoulders gripping the fabric of his shirt harshly until your knuckles turned white.

You could feel him getting harder underneath you and it empowered you, it encouraged you to try and move a bit on your own.

“Yeah, just like that-“, he gasped through gritted teeth, clasping you desperately, “Kiss me”.

You leaned forward, connecting your lips and sighing in relief. The kiss was cautious at first, the both of you holding back before he sat up a bit, his erection bumping into your clit like this. You moaned at the same time and he used the opportunity to let his tongue swipe in between your lips.

It was oddly addicting, his taste so sweet that you immediately wanted more as soon as your tongues touched.

His hands bunched up your hoodie to touch your bare skin on your waist. The contact made you arch your back and break the kiss involuntarily. Minho hummed, shoving the fabric up some more, looking at you in a pleading way and silently asking you to take it off.

You did in a hurry, his hands frantically helping you to pull it over your head. It was discarded somewhere on the floor, completely forgotten. Minho had seen you just in a bra before, but he still looked at you in awe, taking you in and growling quietly. This made you feel confident enough to reach back and unclasp it. Minho died on the inside.

“Can you like- touch me? Like you did before?”, you felt your ears flush at this, newly gained confidence gone in an instant as soon as you had said these words.

He smirked, something mischievous glinting in those pretty eyes. His hands were roaming over your body, enjoying the feeling of your skin. Your breath hitched when his fingers danced over the curve right under your boobs.

“You did like that, huh, kitten?”.

He froze in his movements. Did he really just call you that? That was a momentarily slip of his deeper desires, he didn’t mean to do that. But the way you were still looking at him, so innocent, so precious, it just made sense in his distracted mind. The distraction being you, asking him this while you are sitting on his hardened dick like that. He threatened to fuck up.

But when he saw you nod, something inside him stirred. He stood up, lifting you with him to spread you out on the couch underneath him. There was a bit of hesitation before opening your pants and pulling them off completely. It was exciting, actually a bit scary, to be completely bare in front of him.

“I’ll start nice and slow, yeah?”, Minho cooed, “Or- tell me how you like it”.

“I-“, you hesitated.

And he stopped, before even reaching your thighs properly he had stopped mid movement.

“Have you never touched yourself?”, he asked then, voice dropping.

Once more, you felt humiliated. Not by him, but by yourself. You were an adult, yet, you knew nothing about stuff like this. A slow shake of your head made him move again, still leaning over you, but getting more distance between you to look down at you.

“I’m gonna teach you, yeah? I’ll show you how to make you feel good”.

Minho reached for your hand instead, placing it low on your stomach and gently shoved it down some more, your fingertips slightly gracing your folds like this.

“Starting easy, slow”, he muttered under his breath, dark eyes searching for your gaze and holding it.

He guided you to part them, going deeper so torturously slow. You reached your entrance, feeling the wetness and flushing heavily when you realized.

“Gather it, you can push the tip in if you want to”, he instructed you and you did as you were told, “Good- good girl, use it. Will feel better when it’s wet”.

You moved your hand up again, touching your clit and jolting immediately. It felt insanely good, little electric shocks and sparks rushing through your body whenever you rubbed your finger over it just slightly.

Minho watched you with an open mouth. You tried setting up a show for him, empowered by the lustful stare he had. He gripped the cushion of the couch, nails digging in. He was holding on for dear life, this was the most sinful scene he had ever witnessed. He wasn’t even touching you anymore, you were doing it all by yourself, but you still had him panting heavily.

“How does it feel, kitten? Tell me”, his voice was raspy, hoarse.

“It’s- so good”, you got out, your body reacting on its own and your hips bucking into your hand.

One of his hands touched you, pinning your hips down onto the couch to keep you in place.

“Push your finger in, slowly”.

You did, blindly following his instructions and shoving your middle finger in. You gasped at the intrusion - the sound turning into a whimper as soon as you heard his groan.

“Curl your finger- like this“, he showed you and you tried to mimic it, “Search for the spot. Go in deeper”.

You were so clumsy, not really knowing what he meant. You tried to, you really did, but failed miserably.

“Min-“.

“You want me to find it?”, he asked gently.

And you nodded. God, why did you nod? Minho was shivering, he was about to combust just by watching you eagerly trying to find your g-spot and now he had to do the same? Fuck.

But he couldn’t deny it to you now. Not with those pleading eyes. He sighed, his hand moving once you removed your own, your legs instinctively spreading wider for him. Minho had to bite his lip to keep his mouth shut - fearing he would drool if he didn’t.

He let his fingers slide through your juices, coating his fingers thoroughly before pushing one of them in. Your back arched off almost immediately. This felt so much better than your own attempt, your lack of experience once more humiliating you.

Minho was knuckles deep in, turning his wrist and- you moaned so loud, he thought he would cum into his pants if you did that again. He obviously had found it, your legs shaking at the intense feeling.

“Oh god-“, you choked.

You tried to memorize his movements, tried to picture what he was doing inside of you - but your brain stopped working for good.

“Feels good, yeah?”, he had the audacity to stroke the spot with the tip of his finger, pushing into it and bully your nerves with it.

“Min-“, all you could say was his name and damn, he loved it.

His mind drifted off. This wasn’t enough. He needed more. And when you even begged for more without him needing to say something, he felt like he was on cloud nine.

“What do you want, kitten? Another finger? Or my tongue? You’d let me taste you?”.

He hadn’t planned on suggesting things by himself. He wanted you to have the reins so nothing out of your comfort zone happened, but he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. This was everything he had ever dreamed of.

“Taste me? How?”, your voice was so shaky, so innocent.

Minho hummed, his thumb gently pressing onto your clit. Your hands shot forward, gripping his arm, but he didn’t budge. He rubbed quick little circles onto your clit with utmost care - the strong pull in your stomach made you moan again.

“I can eat you out, if you want me to”.

“Huh?”, you asked, mind still empty.

He grinned, he couldn’t stop anymore. He was addicted to the power he had over you.

“You want me to do this with my tongue?”, he tried again.

“Huh?”.

God, he had you this dumb with just his fingers? He was in heaven.

“I need you to say yes or no”, he mused, he wasn’t even able to fight off the next sentence, “Or I’ll stop”.

“Yes-“, you thrashed, squirming because of the sensation, “Do it, please”.

Minho had to hold his breath for a second, composing himself. He just froze before he removed his hands from you completely. And for a moment, you thought you had said something wrong. But he sank down on his stomach, hands gripping the outside of your thighs to press you closer.

Minho took his sweet time with it, leaning in and letting his nose slide through your wetness, eyes not leaving you for a second. Honestly, he never had looked better than in this moment - between your legs, pupils so heavily dilated and vibrating from sheer lust overwhelming him.

You noticed how embarrassingly fast you were breathing, your bare chest heaving quickly and glistening in a thin layer of sweat.

He kissed the spot right above your clit, going deeper, caressing your folds very gently before darting his tongue out. He was easing you into the sensation, letting his tongue ghost over your skin before he gave your entrance a soft and short lick.

“Relax, kitten”, his voice was a low rumble that vibrated through your whole body.

Minho was fighting for his life right now, but he tried to keep himself grounded. He tried to be slow, to be gentle. But all he wanted was to devour you, fuck your pussy with his tongue and drive you into overstimulation. This was torture for him.

And it got harder the more sounds fell out of your mouth - he got bold enough to rub his nose along the sensitive bundle of nerves before latching his mouth onto it.

You jolted, hard. He definitely knew what he was doing, alternating between licking flat stripes over it and sucking your clit into his mouth and making you wail heavily.

There was a strong pressure in your pelvis, an unfamiliar tug that let your legs shake uncontrollably around his head. He relished in your reactions, your sounds, being completely lost in it. One of his hands left your thighs, his middle finger finding your entrance in no time to push in gently.

“Min- hahh- Minho, wait-“, your fingers entangled in his hair and you didn’t know if you wanted to pull him off or urge him closer in between your legs, “I- feels weird”.

“Ohh-“, Minho groaned, only momentarily being able to detach his mouth from your dripping pussy, “You’re close already? Fuck- this gonna be your first orgasm?”.

You nodded weakly. You were still thankful he wasn’t weirded out by the fact you were so inexperienced. It only spurred him on to make you feel even better, to give you the best release you’ll ever have and love to think back to it.

He inserted another finger, pulling them out and fucking them back in gently but quickly. The pull in your lower stomach made you gasp out in shock and you wanted to close your legs instinctively, but he held them open, a strong hand even pushing one of them up a bit.

“Don’t worry, kitten. I got you. Just relax and let go for me, yeah?”, he muttered, licking up from your entrance to your most sensitive spot, “Cum all over my face, jagi”.

You couldn’t stop the explosion of built up anticipation, the knot in your stomach ripped apart with a blinding force and you lost control over your body completely. You seized up, eyes rolling back into your skull and god no, you weren’t moaning anymore. You were screaming his name so loudly, it echoed off the walls, pulling at his hair so harshly, you could hear him grunt and hiss both in pleasure and pain whenever you needed to gasp for air.

His fingers continued to fuck into you, pulling the orgasm into an excruciating length. You gushed around them, soaking the sheets beneath you and Minho was more than happy to lap it all up as if it was the best meal he ever had.

“Fuck”, he grunted, still not done, still too fixed onto your used pussy, “That’s it, kitten. Good fucking girl for me”.

It was too much, you were so sensitive. You weakly pushed at his shoulders, trying to signal him to give you a break. It worked, he slowly snapped out of his daze, but it was so hard to do so. Minho really had to remind himself to keep it easy, to not overwhelm you too much, but he needed more than that.

His heart and cock ached all the same for you, he wished he could manhandle you onto your knees and-

God, he had to stop thinking about it.

He retracted his fingers, shivering. Your ears probably turned beet red when you saw his glistening face, some of your mess still dripping from his chin. There was a smug grin on his wet lips when he noticed, he leaned back over you, face hovering over yours.

“You want a taste, huh? Admiring your work?”.

He kissed you, his tongue swiping over your lower lip and prying your mouth open with it. You gasped heavily, your hands cupping his cheeks and pulling him in deeper.

Minho groaned, he couldn’t help it. He needed relief so badly and you were there, fully naked right there underneath him. Your soft body so close, full on display.

He rocked his hips forward once, just once. And he was gone. Another groan from him, muffled by your own mouth. It just felt so good, he pressed his twitching cock against your core over and over again, thinking about how it would possibly feel like to sink into your tight heat. How it would feel like when he pinned you down. How it would feel to fold you in half just to hear you scream his name like that again.

“Min-“.

“Huh?”, he made.

He forced himself to still, but his whole body was vibrating. He really hoped you wanted to tell him that you needed a break. Or wanted to stop right there. He wouldn’t be able to control himself if you kept this pace up.

“Can I touch you now?”, you asked reluctantly.

Minhos brain short circuited.

“You- why?”.

“I don’t know- I want to make you feel good”, you said, your hands settling in his shoulders, “But you’ll have to show me how”.

Minho was about to burst. You were so innocent, adorable. He sighed deeply, sitting back against the backrest.

You crawled over to him, but instead decided to get up and kneel on the floor in between his spread legs to have better access. This would be Minhos downfall, he knew it. The way you looked up at him so patiently, waiting for him to guide you.

The bulge of his cock pressing against his pants was impressive, you thought. You reached for it, cautiously wrapping your fingers around the curve.

“Ohh- fuck-“, he gasped.

You weren’t even properly touching him, no skin on skin. But it was enough to make him lean back, slump against the cushions and let his mouth hang open.

Your eyes were watching him attentively, searching for any kind of discomfort you would make him feel with your lack of experience. But you could clearly see he found that endearing. His gaze was so fondly yet so lustful, every little hesitating twitch of your fingers made him gasp.

For the first time this evening, you noticed that Minho was turned on by it. And that changed everything for you.

“Can I pull it out?”, you asked, tilting your head.

He nodded, his fingers digging into the couch on each side of him.

Just like he did, your actions were slow. You remembered how exciting the anticipation had felt and you wanted him to experience the same. And Minho loved how bold you were with it, how much courage you seemed to muster, but also how you seemed to get behind the things he liked.

You unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper. You were still nervous, you had to bite your tongue slightly before you reached into his boxer briefs while pulling the waistband down a bit. Minho lifted his hips to help you, gasping softly when you finally touched him.

It was a bit intimidating to see his cock up close. He was hard, in a deep red color and a drop of liquid was already daring to drip down.

“You can- wrap your hand around it. Gentle”, Minho said, taking your hand into his to guide your fingers around it.

You squeezed him once, earning a hiss from him. He bucked his hips up, couldn’t stop himself from tucking into your hand with leisure and shallow little thrusts.

“Fuck- sorry”, he groaned, “Move your hand, yeah? You can twist it a little”.

He moved with you, showing you how he liked it, but let his hand fall to his side when you slowly got the hang of it. Seeing him falling apart like this probably was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. Minho let his head fall back, every breath he took shaking and in uncontrolled gasps.

“Does that feel good?”, you asked.

Minho grinned, laughing a bit hoarsely.

You really knew what you were doing to him. You knew and you were teasing him. Little brat.

“Feels amazing, kitten”, he huffed, “Wanna taste it?”.

Minho hadn’t planned on asking you that - he hadn’t planned any of it. But he could see that little mischievous glint in your eyes. He wondered what made you so bold, although you had no experience. Either way, this was a dream come true for him.

“You’d let me?”, your head tilted a bit.

Minho wanted to bite his fist.

You leaned in, darting your tongue out to lap up the drop of pre cum.

God, how was he supposed to stop himself from fucking your mouth like this? You were so hesitant and unsure, but you still kissed the tip of his cock and licked over it so slowly, his eyes rolled back into his skull.

“Fuck-“, it was barely a sound, muttered under his breath.

“Tell me what feels good“, you demanded, your hand still on his base.

“Hahh- just- take it into your mouth first”.

You parted your lips obediently, sinking down and taking him inch by inch. Minho trembled, digging his fingers deep into the cushions to fight the urge to grab your head and hold it in place to fuck you into the wet heat.

“We can try that if you want to”, you said, “Why not?”.

Oh god.

Did he really just say that out loud?

“I- no”, Minho stuttered, but couldn’t contain the next groan when you licked the underside of his cock up to the head.

“I trust you, baby”, you said again.

“Don’t”, he laughed, “I don’t think I could handle this if you let me”.

There was a little whimper on his lips when you sucked on the tip for a second, that urged you to take his hand - pry it off the cushions to guide it to your cheek.

“I want you to show me how to properly do it. Show me exactly how you want it, Min”.

“Fuck- but- you gotta-”, he couldn’t control his body, his hand slipping to the back of your head before he roughly thrusted up into your mouth.

You gagged around his length, but still found a lot of appeal in the feeling of it reaching so far inside, you could feel it hitting the back of your throat. Minho groaned with a very broken sound.

“Sorry, kitten, it just feels so-“.

Should he do it again? Damn, it felt so good, but-

“Do it again”, you gasped.

Something snapped inside of Minho. He felt it. You did too. You saw it in his eyes, the way he stared down at you - he held his breath, there was silence for a second.

Then, his other hand crept towards you, fingers gripping your hair to push your head all the way down once, twice. He grunted again.

“Fuck, take it then”.

Your hands grabbed his thighs, bracing yourself. Although you were struggling, trying hard to keep your body as slack as possible so he could push you down whenever he liked it - you couldn’t deny how hot this was.

Minhos face was scrunched up in the darkest and deepest form of pleasure, brows furrowed and eyes half lidded as he moaned loudly every time you gasped. You felt your pussy dripping, ruining the carpet underneath you.

“Kitten-“, Minho cooed breathlessly, “If I had known your pretty mouth takes my cock so well- God”.

His movements were erratic, frantic, but still had some kind of rhythm in it. It helped you breathe more constantly through your nose and you couldn’t hold back your own moans as this scene in front of you was too good to look away unaffected.

He alternated between pushing your head down and pulling it back up by your hair and thrusting up in quick snaps of his hips.

You wondered how his cock would feel like when it was inside your pussy, you imagined it hitting the same spot he had shown you with his fingers - just like it was now hitting your throat every single time.

It was impossible to try and fight the urge to let one of your hands slip in between your legs. It was hard to concentrate and memorize what he had told you, how his fingers had curled inside of you. It was embarrassing how wet you were, your own arousal mixing with his saliva into a sinful liquid that you used to rub over your clit with a more intense feeling.

“You look so fucked out, kitten. So pretty. You like when I fuck your mouth like this? You like being used for my pleasure?”.

He pulled you up far enough so his cock slipped out of your mouth, a harsh grip angling your head up to look up at him.

“Tell me. You enjoy choking on that dick?”, he asked, his thumb gently removing your spit from your lower lip in a heavy contrast to his previous actions.

“Yes- I love it”.

“Are you touching yourself? Getting off to being throatfucked? Am I really turning you into such a filthy slut? Damn-“, he mocked you and your pussy acted accordingly by throbbing against your hand.

You nodded hastily, the friction against your clit felt so good, your mind was so empty.

“You’d let me cum into your mouth? Be a good girl and swallow it for me?”.

He wasn’t afraid of going overboard anymore. Not with your bright grin and enthusiastic nod.

“I’m already close, kitten. You’re doing so well. Just a little longer, yeah?”, his voice was hoarse but gentle.

You took him back into your mouth by yourself, but proceeded to let him do as he pleased again. His cock twitched heavily and relentlessly against your tongue. The circles on your clit got faster, trying to find the same rhythm he had chosen, but his thrusts were uncontrolled and messy.

The amounts of groans and moans were getting more and more with every passing second, and he was right, he was very close.

One last push on your head, combined with him burying his dick as deep as possible to force his cum down your throat. You gagged, swallowed around him and it only seemed to make his orgasm even more intense.

His grip on your hair was rough, pulling at it to smother down the intense feeling and you were almost finishing yourself when the pain mixed with the pleasure. But he let you breathe as soon as he stopped spilling inside of you, his hands leaving you completely as you came up again.

Minho was certain. You had never looked hotter than in this moment. Your eyes were almost crossing, breathing heavily as his cum was still dripping from your lips.

His cum tasted salty, it was heavy on your tongue, but also kinda addicting. The reminder that you actually managed to make him feel that good.

This has been more than Minho had expected, more than he even dreamed to ever happen. His heart soared, felt light.

“I love you”, he muttered.

You didn’t even hesitate.

“I love you too”.

You climbed into his lap without thinking, wrapping your arms around him and pulling close. He was still incredibly hard, pressing against your core and making both of you gasp.

“I love you”, he whispered again, leaning in some more to kiss you chastely, “I love you so much”.

“I’ve waited so long for you to say that”, you mused, combing his hair back and out of his face.

“I know”, his hands wrapped around your waist, gently rubbing you, feeling you, “And I’m sorry about that”.

You shook your head, signaling him he didn’t need to. You looked at each other and you could clearly see how enamored Minho was. His gaze was so soft, so gentle after what just had happened.

“I want to feel you-”, you said quietly, hands searching for his skin under his shirt, which he quickly discarded, “Inside of me”.

Minhos grin was silly.

“Kitten, I don’t know if I can last that long”, he chuckled, “We don’t have to do it right now, you know?”.

But your body and your mind were so certain. You were sure you wanted this. Maybe - it was more of a need than a want. And to be honest, you probably would reach another orgasm very quick as well, you were still all riled up.

“I don’t care”, you said, feeling bold enough to grind down on him and making him gasp in surprise.

“Damn- I really did that to you”, he shook his head, “Let me get a condom, I’ll be right back”.

You shook your head.

“I said I wanted to feel you”.

He swallowed audibly before he groaned. You felt him twitch underneath you, urging you to rock your hips forward - just like he had shown you.

“Kitten- I don’t know what to say”, he huffed.

“Don’t say anything- just- fuck me”.

Your hands came up his chest, reaching for his pecs and letting your nails graze over the skin.

“Fuck- you’re going to be the death of me”, he helped you lifting yourself up, a hand around his cock guided himself to your entrance, “Go slow, yeah? You decide the pace”.

You nodded, letting him sink in slowly. He hissed, eyes closed in a concentrated and pleasure twisted face. Your heart was loud, you could hear it ring in your ears and it drowned out every other sound - you almost missed Minhos choked out moan.

“God- you feel- so fucking tight”, a hand left you, balling into a fist so he could dug his teeth into it, “Slow down-“.

But you didn’t even think of it, your pussy sucked him in greedily. It didn’t want you to go any slower. You arched your back, the feeling of his cock reaching so deep and dragging against your walls was mind blowing.

“I said fucking slow down-“, his hands squeezed your hips to make you stop right when he bottomed out, “I’m gonna cum- stop”.

“You- Min”, you were already trembling, already on the verge of your release, “You’re filling me up so good”.

The sound he made led to you clenching down on his length. The feeling of his cock stretching you out wasn’t even hurtful, it was grounding, intense and breathtaking.

“Don’t say shit like that- makes me want to-“.

“Do whatever you want with me”, you breathed, letting your head fall back while you gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life, “Please, fuck me”.

He didn’t even answer, he grabbed you and flipped you over - just like he had done it before when you had been in this position. He held himself up on his knees, his hands holding onto the lower part of your hips for leverage. His thrusts were harsh, relentless, but already stuttering.

“Min- hahh-“.

You didn’t even know what you wanted to say, but you weren’t able to speak either way. He was fucking you into the couch, making it squeak underneath you and punching every thought out of your brain with every snap of his hips.

It sent you over the edge immediately. This orgasm was even more intense, crushing your lungs as you tried to gasp for air.

“Fuck- fuck- you wanted this, gonna fill you up, make you mine”.

His cock was probably bruising your insides, marking you in the best way possible and claiming your pussy for good when he came inside of you with a guttural moan. You felt him twitch as he reached his peak, spilling as deep inside of you as possible and fucking his cum in every crevice of your walls. You whimpered, whined loudly out of overstimulation, but you didn’t want him to stop. The waves of endorphins were paralyzing your whole body, every muscle was seizing and relaxing in sync with his thrusts and your heartbeat.

It took him some time to come down, to even realize he was still moving - as if your pussy had entranced him and made him drunk on the sensation.

God, Minho really hoped this wasn’t a dream. Because now, when he had you like this once - he would make sure to fulfill every single one of his darkest thoughts. He was certain you’d love it.

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bang chan

sucking chan’s cock while he’s in a meeting.

playing with his cock.

fwb!chan

humping his thigh.

lee know

fingering you under the table.

tying you up.

pussy inspection after tour.

shower sex.

his fingers are enough to make you fall apart.

changbin

who gets off watching other members ruin you.

car sex.

how he wakes you up.

riding his cock.

hyunjin

fucking that pretty stay he saw after the concert.

boy best friend!hyunjin who has had a crush on you and finally decides to make the first move.

how your first date ended.

grinding on his cock.

fingering you.

han

foot fetish.

fucking you over the balcony.

munch!jisung

vids he has of you on his phone.

free use.

felix

riding his cock while he pays no mind to you.

he always says it’s better with no condom.

interrupting his LoL game session.

seungmin

teasing sub!seungmin over his jeans after he tries to make you jealous.

teasing your pretty pussy.

mutual masturbation.

his first time with you.

i.n

he doesn’t even make it past the front door after practice when you’re begging him to fuck you.

sucking his cock in public.

boob job.

hand job.

-

Your handy man that always is constantly comming over to fix your sink, change of light bulbs, and eat you out like he's been starved for generations maybe even decades. Such a good handy man right?

He's eating you out while his thick cock is in your mouth, of course your repaying him for the amazing job of fixing the leak in your sink. He's slurping you up with groans leaving his mouth as you take him so deep into your throat, the bed legs sounding like if it's about to snap.

Adding two fingers into your tight cunt you moan against his dick and he shivers. "yeah, you like this don't you baby? keep going." Your throat sucking him in so tight he could cum from just that. Your onto of him while your ass is on his face. "get up, sit on my face right." You listen getting up and he forces your legs down immediately eating you out. Throwing your head back his hand reaches your breast squeezing on them making you whimper.

"jinnie- uh f-fuck, so so good!" His words muffles by wet sounds slurping faster. "gonna' fuck! c-cum..!" Just as the sentence leave your mouth you cum all over his face and he groans with pleasure cleaning you up. As you get off his face he pulls you in, kissing you sloppy with your wet juices on his lips.

Stroking him with your hand as you kiss him, he moans into your mouth. Your legs numb but you straddle him as you sink down on him. "s..so fucking tight," He grits his teeth as you take him whole. He kisses you again as you move on top of him. His hands grip your ass as he thrust into you as you grind down. "your living art darling," He says looking up at you with your head thrown back.

"jinnie f-fuck, i won't last if you keep talking." You say moaning louder, he's thrusting right were you need him. You look down at him, tugging at his black strands of hair that have already grown so fast from his buzz cut. He looks up at you and you kiss him again this time reaching down to touch your clit, making you cum on spot. The way you clench down on him causing him to release his load straight into you. You lay on his chest as you catch your breath.

You froze.

The voice. It was rich and smooth, sending shivers skittering down your spine. Your fingers paused on the dial as you leaned in closer, the tiny hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

“If you’re awake right now, it’s probably because you can’t sleep. Or maybe…” he paused, “you’re waiting for me.”

Your lips parted, as you stared at the old radio wide eyed.

“I’ll be your company tonight,” Hyunjin purred, his voice dropping lower. “Let’s make this hour ours.”

You didn’t sleep that night.

It became a ritual. You realize that the station was all white noise all through the day. But at midnight, you heard his voice again. Every night, Hyunjin spoke like he knew you. Like he was speaking only to you.

“Another long day, hmm? I can feel your exhaustion, love. But don’t worry… I’m here now.” His voice dripped with warmth, and maybe a tinge of teasing?

You found yourself smiling despite knowing that he's talking to hundreds of listeners. You should have been afraid of how addicted you were getting. And about how accurately he described your day, or even randomly throwing in the little details.

Like the little daily earrings you wore. Or the worn out old sweater that you wore. A simple baby pink one.

“You look good in that color,” Hyunjin whispered. “So beautiful...”

Your breath hitched, eyes darting to your reflection in the mirror. How could he possibly know? You shook your head, cheeks burning.

This was ridiculous. A mere coincidence. And yet, you couldn’t stop listening. Or stop craving him.

And the days? They became unbearable. You were completely consumed by thoughts of him. His voice looped in your mind like a song you couldn’t forget. You flinched whenever someone spoke too loudly. You did your job almost mechanically and every second leading up to midnight felt like torture.

By the time the clock struck twelve, you were already perched on the edge of your bed, fingers gripping the edge of the radio as if it were a lifeline. And when his voice came through - you were done for.

“My favorite listener… waiting for me again, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” you whispered, though he couldn’t hear you.

“I like that you need me.” His chuckle was low, intimate. “You make my nights worthwhile too.”

Your breath hitched. Every word he spoke felt like a caress, like his fingers sliding over your skin and settling deep within you. He talked about everything and nothing. You didn't understand his world or his poetic words sometimes, but each passing day, you were caught in his seductive web - a little tighter.

His voice was darker, a bit softer, like the brush of satin against bare skin.

“Do you know what you do to me? Knowing you’re out there, listening? It’s…intoxicating.”

Your pulse quickened and goosebumps covered your skin.

“I think about you, even when I shouldn’t. About how you might sound saying my name.”

“Hyunjin,” you whispered, your voice shaky.

The static crackled, and then he laughed darkly.

“Good girl.” he cooed, and the words hit you like lightning. Your hands gripped the edge of your bed as his voice continued to seep into you.

You let out a shaky breath and you heard him exhale as well.

“You’re so good for me,” Hyunjin purred, his voice dipping lower, like the stroke of a hand over your neck. “So obedient. I can imagine you, on your bed, holding on to my voice like it’s the only thing tethering you to the world. Are you trembling for me, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathed, your head tilting back, knees pulling tighter against your chest as heat bloomed between your thighs.

“I wish I could see you. Touch you.” His words were laced with a longing that mirrored your own. “Do you think about it too? My hands on you, my lips whispering all the little things I want to do to you?”

“Yes,” you gasped again, your nails digging into your palms. The image was too vivid, his voice too close.

“I’d be so gentle at first,” Hyunjin said, his voice dropping, dragging over your senses. “Tracing your skin, feeling every inch of you shiver under my fingertips. But then…”

He paused, a wicked laugh crackling through the speaker.

“Then I’d ruin you, just the way you want me to,”

Your entire body was burning. You pressed your forehead to your knees, a strangled sound escaping your lips.

“Hyunjin,” you whispered his name, broken and raw, and the static seemed to stutter in response.

“That’s it, love,” he crooned. “Say my name. Let me hear you. Let me feel you.”

You shivered, a desperate moan catching in your throat as your head fell back against the headboard.

Every day, you floated through your routine like a ghost, restless and jittery. You waited for Hyunjin’s voice to unravel you piece by piece. You were disconnecting from your world, your loneliness only fueling the need to be with Hyunjin more and more. You knew this was unhealthy.

But the worst part was you didn’t want it to stop. You craved him, and each night, his words pulled you deeper into the spiral.

“You’ve been so patient, my love,” Hyunjin’s voice was softer than usual. “I can feel how much you want me.”

You closed your eyes, feeling his words wrapping around you like a lover’s embrace.

“Tell me, sweetheart. Do you dream about me? Do you wish to feel me beside you?”

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling. ‘Please, yes-”

“I want it too,” he admitted, his voice rougher now. “I want you so bad…I think about you all the time…alone in your bed, aching for me.”

Your heart stuttered and your entire body shivered.

“One day, sweetheart,” he promised, his voice a dark caress. “One day, I’ll find you. And when I do, you won’t have to imagine anymore. I’ll make you feel everything you’ve been craving. Until then… keep waiting for me. Keep needing me. I’ll always be here, just for you.”

The radio went silent, and you collapsed against your bed, gasping for air as his words echoed in your mind.

You were spiraling. You knew it.

But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered, except him.

For three nights, your world had been silent.

The radio sat where it always did, the faint hum of static mocking you. Because Hyunjin wasn’t there. His voice wasn’t there.

You’d tried to convince yourself it was just a glitch. Maybe the old radio was finally dying. That he’d never abandon you.

And now, as the third sleepless night bled into day, your body was failing you. You hadn’t eaten in days. You hadn’t even moved off your bed. It felt pointless without him. Everything felt pointless.

You were scared. The loneliness, and all the insecurities that you'd buried away, everything that Hyunjin was able to cure… slowly crept back. The emptiness clawed at your chest, dragging you down into a darkness that felt deeper than the night.

A part of you whispered that this was it - that you were dying. And right now, it didn't seem like such a bad idea.

But then, the air in the room shifted. Everything dulled around you, leaving only a heavy, charged silence. You felt it before you saw it - a presence, so dark and powerful.

Hyunjin.

He stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the faint moonlight streaming through the window. His dark hair fell in soft waves around his face, his features sharp and so achingly beautiful. He looked otherworldly - too perfect to be of your world.

But his eyes… they burned. Deep and crimson, glowing faintly in the darkness, they raked over you with hunger.

You wanted to speak, but your voice wouldn’t come. You sat up on your bed, your eyes taking him in. You weren't sure if you were dreaming.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he murmured, stepping inside. His voice floated over to you, and you shuddered.

He was here. He was really here.

“Hyunjin,” you croaked, the sound barely audible.

His name on your lips made him falter. Guilt flickered across his face, but it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by something darker. Something primal.

“You’re not dreaming, my love.” His voice was a low rasp, heavy with emotion.

If this wasn’t a dream…

“Why did you leave me?” The question tore from your throat, raw and broken, a sob catching on the edges of your words.

Hyunjin flinched, his jaw tightening. He looked almost… pained.

“I had to,” he said softly, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I stayed too long. I took too much. I thought… if I left, you’d be free of me.”

“Free of you?” You let out a bitter laugh. “There’s nothing left to free.”

Your words hung heavy in the air, and he crossed the room in a single step, kneeling beside your bed. His hand hovered over your cheek, but he didn’t touch you.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he murmured, his voice cracking. “You were supposed to be like the others - a fleeting moment of pleasure…to sustain me. But you…”

“You’re different…I don’t want to destroy you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, his crimson eyes meeting yours. “But I can’t let you go, either.”

All you could do was stare at him.

“You’ve been feeding on me,” you said slowly, the realization sinking in. “All this time.”

Hyunjin didn’t deny it.

“I feed on emotions - desire, love…lust. It’s how I survive. And you…” His voice softened, his gaze turning tender. “You’ve been a feast.”

His words should have scared you. They should have made you scream and fight. But you were too far gone for that.

All you felt was relief.

“You didn’t have to leave,” you said, your voice trembling. “I would’ve given you everything. I still will.”

Hyunjin’s eyes darkened, the glow intensifying as his hunger bled through.

“Don’t say that,” he growled, his hand dropping and fisting at his side. “You don’t understand -.”

“I do,” you said firmly. “I don’t care what you are, Hyunjin. I just need you.”

With a groan that sounded almost like a curse, he gave in, his hand finally brushing against your cheek. The touch sent a jolt through your weak, shaking body. You closed your eyes as his thumb ran over your lips. He leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin.

“Look at me,” He said, and you obey, to find his crimson eyes searching yours.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive.

“Yes,” you whispered, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I’m yours.”

Hyunjin’s lips brushed against yours, soft and hesitant. But you pressed closer, desperately, clinging to him with what little strength you had left.

And then the kiss deepened. It was raw - his hunger bleeding into every movement, every touch. His hands roamed over your body, careful yet possessive, as though trying to memorize every inch of you.

But there was something else in his touch. Something tender. Something that felt dangerously close to love.

“If I stay,” he said softly. “I can’t promise I won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t care,” you replied, tears still streaming down your face. “Just don’t leave me again.”

Hyunjin closed his eyes, as he whispered, “Never.”

Surrendering to Hyunjin wasn't as terrifying as you thought. It felt like the most intoxicating freedom you had ever known. You were completely in awe of him - his power, his elegance, the way he moved so gracefully, dripping with sensuality and control.

His fingers grazed over the soft curve of your jaw. The touch was light and teasing, and you craved for more.

Hyunjin’s gaze was fixed on you as his fingers danced down your neck, then to your shoulder, brushing the strap of your nightgown. Your breath hitched as he pulled it down, slowly, teasingly, exposing your skin to him.

He left soft open mouthed kisses down your shoulder, your chest…down to your breast, which he cupped gently. You felt a faint chill in your body. Like it was swirling within you.

You looked into Hyunjin’s crimson eyes as he squeezed your soft flesh.

"Do you feel it?" His voice was low, full of wonder, as he gazed at you. "The power you're drawing from me?"

You didn’t answer immediately, because you were trying not to faint at the way his touch was burning you. You felt… alive.

"Yes," you finally managed to say, your voice thick with lust and something that felt like a spark of something. "I can feel it."

Hyunjin paused, his expression darkening with both awe and confusion. He had never seen this before. His victims had always withered under his touch, drained and broken by the connection. But you?

You were thriving.

“You should be nothing but an empty shell when I touch you." He said, and you can hear the confusion in his voice.

But you felt your body glow, the heat of his touch making your skin shimmer with a radiance you couldn’t explain. His hands went lower, sliding beneath your nightgown, his fingers brushing against your thighs. Hyunjin leans in to press a kiss on your nipple, before sucking it into his mouth.

You gasped, your fingers finding its place in his hair. And you felt stronger.

"Why?" Hyunjin’s voice was ragged now, his words soaked with need. He suckled on you, his hands working quickly to get rid of your clothes. He had to feel you. He had to taste you.

When he straightened, to capture your lips in a searing kiss, you felt empowered - you were drawing his essence, his dark energy from him, that had once been his weapon. But now, it was slipping through his fingers.

Hyunjin couldn't take it anymore. He sat up to discard his clothes as you watched…your body desperate to be filled.

He was on you in a minute, his lips attaching to your neck as he sucked and nipped at the soft skin roughly. You knew his grip would bruise you, but you were literally trembling with the power coursing through you.

"You feel it, don’t you?" he growled, his voice a low rasp.

You arched your back, feeling the need for him. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him down, wanting him, but more than that, you wanted to give him what he needed.

Hyunjin nails scraped against the skin of your thighs as he parted them and quickly ran a finger through your dripping folds. You were so wet.

He couldn't help it as he lowered himself, his tongue finding your folds. He licked into you, moaning as your sweet nectar coated his tongue. You gasped as you felt his tongue prodding deeper into your hole, and Hyunjin couldn't hold back anymore. He was up, his lips and chin glistening with your juices, and your eyes on his length as he pumped it a couple of times.

And then, in the blink of an eye, Hyunjin was inside you. You moaned at the stretch, but it was the most delicious sting ever.

He could see the faint swirl of light in your eyes.

"How is this possible?" He breathed, his own body drawing strength from everything you were feeling.

Your eyes twinkled, the golden glow of your skin reflecting the new, strange energy that flowed between you, your soul now entwined with his.

His thrusts grew frantic, his grip on your hips tightening. You reached up, cupping his face with your hand.

"Don't fight it, Hyunjin. Let me feel you. Let me have you, just as you have me." You whispered.

And if Hyunjin had any more doubt within him, it was all gone. Hyunjin moved harder, both of you reveling in the bond, an eternal link that neither of you could sever.

"Hyun-," you breathed, your voice desperate, pleading. "Please, don’t stop."

His lips curved into a wicked smile, his eyes glinting with a dark promise. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss so deep, so sensual, you felt it all the way to your core. And your orgasm came crashing down.

You shuddered and your body shook as you came down from your high, clenching desperately around him. And this had Hyunjin crashing, spilling deep inside you. He collapsed against you, breathing heavily, his body pressing against yours, hot and solid.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” Hyunjin whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “I’ve never felt way before.”

His words, so raw, so vulnerable, struck a chord deep within you. The bond was no longer just physical. Your souls were connected, intertwined - you had become a part of him.

And it didn’t scare you. You were his, and he was yours, and nothing, no force, could ever change that. You were immortal, you were powerful. Together.

you couldn't help it; you were obsessed with your boyfriend, and the black tank top did nothing for your ovaries, you could just eat him up— sadly you couldn't; because you had to be as quiet as you could be because hyunjin was on live.

running his fingers through his shaggy hair that you loved so much, toying with his plump lips; he just looked like sex, you had to clench your thighs together just to relieve the ache in between your legs.

his soft deep voice is what really set you off; your fingers working it's way down your stomach, and into your shorts; rubbing soft circles on your clit; you let out a low him, that you thought the camera wouldn't pick up, and luckily it didn't; but your boyfriend surely did.

hyunjin wasn't blind nor was he stupid; he knew you, he could tell when you were horny; he could see it out of the corner of his eyes, the clenching of your thighs; he saw your hand in your shorts, his cock straining in his pants as he had to watch you make yourself cum; and he couldn't do anything except force himself to carry on with the live. “what am i look at?”

he turned his head; making eye contact with you, his eyes full of lust. “nothing, there's nothing over there, i thought it was a bug.” he apologized, you bit your lip smirking at his sad excuse, pushing a finger inside your hole, hyunjin let out a low curse as he watched out the corner of his eyes , you fucking yourself, grinding down on your hand; toying with your nipples, he couldn't help it , palming himself below the camera.

he kept talking; his cock was begging to be freed , and you weren't doing anything to help him, your light gasps and moans that he could only hear, he was sweating. “it's hot.” was all he said when fans grew concerned. “so hot.” he coughed to cover up a groan.

watching you cum in his peripheral vision was his finally straw; your eyes rolling to the back of your head had him squeezing his cock to stop himself from cumming on camera , cause he knew he'd be caught; his orgasm face was telling. “i-i have to go.”

hearing him say that, you took your shorts off, panties too as he was saying his goodbye , ready for his cock. “bye stay.” he turned to camera off , turning to you. “fuck you couldn't wait , could you.” your stomach burned with need. “n-no.” he got on to the bed , slapping your hand away. “of course you couldn't, you're an insatiable slut.”

shoving his pants down enough to free his cock , pushing himself inside you. “fuck.” he sighed , pumping himself in and out of you. “fuck hyune.” you moaned , his hands coming up to grope your tits. “you just had to rile me up.” he moaned. “you knew i couldn't get to you, had to watch you fuck yourself.” he was plowing into you, luckily changbin wasn't there because he surely would've heard both of you moaning. “needed you hyune.” he groaned at the nickname. “yeah, my pretty slut needs my cock that bad that she'd fuck herself in front of my fans.”

both of you were close; your cunt gripping him like a vice. “fuck babygirl , m'gonna cum.” he curse. “please cum inside me.” you moaned, tugging at his hair. “fuck im gonna cum hyune!” you gasped , gripping him tightly as you came. “shit.” he cursed, his hips still as he came deep inside you , pulling out to watch him cum leak out of you. “fuck.”

“not done baby, you still need to be punished for being a brat while i was live.”