𝗯𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗹𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹

Hongjoong

Condescending, teasing, dumbifying, talks to you like you’re stupid.

"Your job is to lie there and pretend that pretty little brain of yours isn't there."

"You think you have half a mind to give me orders? What's gotten into my sweet little girl?"

"I can feel your heartbeat through your cunt, baby, you're so alive it makes me wanna fuck you to death."

"Don't give up now, pretty, show me what else you can do with that mouth other than run it.

"You're cumming? So soon? Such a sensitive pussy, you'll be a slick wreck before I even get my dick in you."

"Pretty baby loves when Daddy fucks her to sleep, hm? I kinda miss when you use that voice to scream for me."

"Stupid cunt can't stop drooling all over the place. She can't help it, baby, huh? Can she? Fix your face and answer me, slut."

"You have such a soft body; we're gonna see how much it can withstand."

"I don't think you understand how much you've fucked up letting a man like me get his hands on you."

"You're such a good listener when you're all fucked out, pretty girl. Don't worry, drift off. I'll use you until I think you've had enough."

Seonghwa

Gentle, coaxing, intense, talks to you like if he’s too harsh, you might break.

"Six. You're going to cum for me six times. I'm gonna get you there, baby, let me take care of you."

"You're so close, honey, focus. god you're so beautiful, it drives me insane."

"I love how my fingers get you excited, how they reach places you could only dream of touching."

“Is my gorgeous girl gonna cum for me? Yes, you are; don’t be shy.”

“I don’t mean to be so deep, baby, but you’ll be okay. You can take me, you always do like the angel you are.”

“Deep breaths, yes, that’s it. Feel me everywhere. Focus on feeling good; that’s all that’s ever mattered.”

“Open that pretty mouth, honey; I wanna hear those noises you make when you’re overstimulated.”

"Don't float away from me, come on. Snap out of it. Only 2 more to go."

"Please, bunny its the only thing I want, it's the only thing I need. Let me see those eyes when you cum. Don't look away."

"I just can't help it, baby, can't you go for 7? Please? Good girls always go above and beyond."

San

Encouraging, drunk, prideful, much like he’s overtly proud of how well you handle him

"That's it, talk to me, let me know what spots I'm touching."

"Mmm, fuck babydoll, your tummy's so soft, you smell so fucking good... you're perfect."

"I know it's a lot, but you got it, look at you... deep strokes. Don't let your body run from me, stay right there."

"I'm gonna get as many orgasms out of you as I can, hold back, and I'll force them out of you."

"You're so pretty- mwah!- so cute when I hit you deep baby, you look so blissed out."

"You take my dick like a champ, sweet girl. mhm, and you make me feel so good."

"Shh, suck on my fingers, like that. You have to be quieter, or the neighbors will complain about you again. I don't know what their deal is because you sound gorgeous."

"Take what you deserve, it's all for you. It's all for you... I'm so proud of you, baby."

"I love when you moan with your pussy in my mouth. Tell me more, sweetheart, let me hear what I'm doing to you."

"Right there? Hm? Yeah, I know. I know but 'm gonna fuck my shape into this pussy. I'm sorry, I know, keep cumming that's it. I'm not done yet."

Yeosang

Quiet, demanding, straightforward, much like he knows what he wants and always gets it

"Let me fuck you on your stomach, I know you'll cum the whole time if I do."

"C'mon get a grip, you're drooling all over my pillow, we just started, sweetheart."

"Keep your eyes on me. What did I say? Don't you wanna cum? I won't make you cum if you don't look at me."

"If you keep pushing back on my stomach, I'll bend you over and make you be still. Don't test me, love."

"You're not in charge here, sweetheart, lose the attitude before I fuck it out of you."

"I could do whatever I want to you, and you'd still thank me for it, wouldn't you, angel? My grateful girl, feel me give you what you need."

"You know how to do it, don't act like you don't. Smart girls like you shouldn't need reminders. Play with yourself, I'll wait."

"Why am I not moaning? Because I'm busy talking to you, angel. Don't be rude. Take this dick and talk to your boyfriend. You can multitask."

"I know I'm fucking you slow, but it's the only way you'll feel each and every part of me in that cunt. Dragging out your orgasms makes this so fun, pretty."

"If you pass out, I'll just fuck you back awake, I promise, baby. You won't miss me too much."

Yunho

degrading, objectively, mockingly, much like he knows better than you.

"You don't get to decide anything. I do what I want, and you'll like it anyway."

"Aw, fuck baby... those marks are gonna turn such pretty colors against your skin. Yeah, you'll wear them proudly for me?"

"Stupid slut, willing to humiliate yourself for me? Fuck you're addicting."

"Every time I slap you, you clench around my dick. That's kinda fucked up, baby. If I choke you, will you cum so hard you piss yourself?"

"Oh, but you like it this deep, baby. I know you, you like having your cunt stuffed full and your head emptied."

"Oh, you're so sad, beautiful. I love when you're sad, cause I can fuck it out of you, fuck you till you're so empty and all you can think of is me."

"Needy things like you need to be roughed up every once in a while, helps readjust that bratty attitude you like to get your way with."

"c'mon princess, tell me you love me. Tell me you love me, and I might kiss you. Would the bruises feel better if I kissed you?"

"Mm, I fucking love splitting this cunt open. So wet and so pretty, so beat up. What would you do without me?"

"You're learning so fast, baby, I bet you love that you can't cum without my permission. You are bound to me through your body."

Wooyoung

teasing, playful, bully-like, much like he finds your pleasure amusing

"C'mon say it into my mouth. 'Wooyoung...' like that. Let me taste my name on your tongue while I play with you."

"Good girl, good girl, yeah, you feel full? That's so cute, you have no idea all the things I can make you feel. i wanna drive you fucking crazy."

"You like when I whine for you. Pretty boy, pretty voice, yeah? You love being fucked by someone just as pretty as you."

"You're trembling, isn't that precious. Don't be so greedy, baby, I have all day to string you out."

"I know you're trying so hard for me to not cum, but I hate playing fair. I want you to fail. If I pinch your clit, will you fall apart?"

"Don't worry, I'll cover your mouth so you don't embarrass yourself. Yeah, there you go, now just focus on me hitting that spot."

"Let me see those pretty teeth you like to bite me with. Smile when I'm dicking you down, dollface, let me know that pussy feels good."

"You sure you don't like it when I make fun of you? My dick is so wet I keep slipping out. Mhm, I think someone likes being bullied."

"I love taking you against the wall. I can invade all your personal space, make you feel so trapped."

"I love it when you cum, and it makes me even fucking harder when I know you can't run from it."

Jongho

indifferent, lofty, careless, like he’s oblivious to the way he makes you feel

"I'm barely fucking you, and you seem so out of it. Don't tell me I've broken you."

"You don't know what's good for you, doll, c'mon let me do what I want. It might even feel good."

"You might be sore in the morning, but you're willing to make that sacrifice for me, aren't you, honey?"

"Hush, don't tell me you can't. No one wants to hear that, you can and you will."

"Why're you moaning so loud, hm? What if I grind into you? Will you quiet down?"

"C'mon, let's count, maybe it'll help you focus. Ground yourself, we've got a long way to go."

"You get so loud when I slap your clit, who knew you'd be so impolite. You hardly even fight, so pliant."

"You're mine. Your body does what I tell it to. Isn't that pathetic? So easily conditioned to me."

"Don't fight it, honey, cum. Let go so I can get back to teasing you until you cry. I love when you cry, it makes me so fucking hard."

Mingi

vulgar, unashamed, attentive, much like there’s no place he would rather be

"Oh, baby... feel every inch of me, arch that back, get me deeper. just like that."

"You're so small, I wanna crush you. You're so fucking cute, you make me lightheaded."

"I'm in your stomach? Oh, I'm sorry, baby. What if I pout? Will you forgive me? I'm so sorry. What if I pound that pussy harder, hm? How bout now, still mad at me, gorgeous?

"You're so warm around my dick... you're everything. Oh my fuck."

"Slow down? hm? Make me. Stop me, baby, you know what to do. I'm too heavy? not my problem."

"I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna take my time with you. imma give it to you the way you like."

"Don't tap, no running. You feel too good, baby. You hear how wet you sound?"

"Feel my hands, I got you. I'm holding you, baby; you aren't going anywhere. Ride it out for me."

"Moan my name properly, c'mon. You choke every time I fuck back into you; you're making me sad here, beautiful."

"I am being nice to you, mami. There's nobody nicer than me who can make this pussy cream all over your sheets."

It wouldn't exactly be a lie to say you hadn't planned on spending a Wednesday afternoon kneeling between Hongjoong's legs. It would somewhat be a lie to blame it all on Hongjoong, though. 

But it was the way that one video had panned over him—one firm hand gripping his phone while the other rested casually in his pocket, asserting a quiet dominance that had your mouth running dry at the sight.

He had tilted his chin down slightly, casting a haughty look at the camera as if he knew exactly how much this would affect you. So naturally, the second he had walked through the front door later that day—wearing the same set of tightly fitted clothes—you had known exactly where the night was headed. 

Hongjoong tossed his jacket onto a kitchen chair before striding towards the armchair where you were sitting, his hand sliding into your hair to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head. You shivered at the gentle touch, almost forgetting your plan—no, not a plan, of course. Freudian slip. So before he could even pull back, you quickly scrambled up and pushed him, throwing him right back into the soft cushions of the chair with a choked gasp. 

His legs fell open instantly, his knees spraying wide as he instinctively made himself more comfortable. He cocked an eyebrow in a mix of confusion and intrigue, a faint, amused chuckle rumbling in the back of his throat as you sank to your knees on the floor. 

A small heat of crimson spread across your cheeks as you took in the man in front of you. His thighs were thick, straining even further against the fabric of the slacks from his seated position. You found yourself staring, eyes tracking the heavy crease of his pants where they bunched at his hips, your throat tightening. 

Your fingers twitched with the urge to touch him, a wave of desperation humming under your skin as your eyes stayed glued on his bulge, swallowing an invisible lump down your throat from the anticipation. 

Hongjoong let out a soft, amused breath from above, pulling you out of your trance. 

“So?” His voice came low and quiet, almost vibrating in the thick tension between you. “Did you push me down just to stare at it?”

The faint tease and amusement simmering in his tone made your chest feel tight, your breath hitching. You leaned forward, hands scrambling impatiently at the metal buckle of his belt, clumsy and trembling fingers reaching to force the leather through the loop. 

Hongjoong's hand reached down, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with a firm, steady squeeze, hindering any further movement. Your breath was coming in shallow, quick puffs as he just held them still against his waistband. 

He leaned forward slightly, tilting his head as he looked down at your flushed face, his thumbs lightly brushing over the sensitive skin of your inner wrist, controlling just how close you could get. 

“Look at you,” Hongjoong teased, voice dropping into a soft, slow drawl, his breath warm against your forehead. “So impatient, baby. What got you so worked up, hm?”

Though it had come out as a question, the slight tug of his lips forming into a knowing smirk made it glaringly obvious he already knew the answer to that. 

You let out a frustrated, muffled sound, not really trusting yourself with words as you tried to pull yourself free. He only tightened his grip, a low, amused chuckle vibrating deep in his chest. 

“Ah ah,” he whispered, dark eyes locking onto yours, heavy and steady. “Let me.”

He slowly released your wrists, placing them softly on the swell of his thighs and you could feel the firm muscles in them shifting as he reached back for his belt. He didn't rush, unbuckling it with a slow, deliberate click, his gaze on you never faltering as the sound of his zipper being pulled down filled the quiet room. 

Your mouth felt dry, swallowing the small amount of saliva your mouth had produced from the thought of finally seeing him as he reached down his boxers, pulling out his soft cock. Hongjoong leaned back, his right hand still holding his length as he looked at you expectingly. 

The sudden, close warmth of him made your chest ache as you leaned in, letting out a shaky, ragged exhale. The breath ghosted directly over the sensitive crown of his cock, a sharp twitch rippling through his hips from the warmth. 

He slid his fingers deep into your hair. “That's it,” he rasped and you could swear his voice dropped an octave, low and rough. “Take what you need, baby.”

Instead of immediately leaning in, you tilted your face up slightly, keeping your eyes locked onto his blown pupils before you finally dragged the very tip of your tongue along the underside of his head, leaving a glistening line of moisture against his soft skin. Hongjoong's lips parted as a faint, short breath escaped, eyes fluttering shut while his head fell back against the cushion of the armchair, his cock filling out at a rapid velocity.

You wanted to tease. Wanted to pull every unfiltered sound out of the man in front of you until all he could do was beg—beg for the wet heat of your mouth. 

“F-fuck…” he choked out as another puff of air hit the tip, his hips bucking upwards in a helpless jerk trying to chase your lips. Digging your fingers firmly into the solid muscles of his thighs, you muffled a quiet hum of satisfaction that seemed to snap Hongjoong's attention. His eyes fell on yours, dark and glazed while his breathing came in jagged, heavy hitches. He tightened his fingers in your hair, holding your head in place. 

“I didn't sign up for a brat,” he growled, his chest heaving under the layers of clothes. “I'm giving you one more chance to be good.”

Content with the teasing for now, you only smirked before slowly parting your lips around the smooth tip of his cock. You opened your mouth wider, letting your tongue coat the sensitive underside of his head before tasting the saltiness of his precum leaking from the slit. His cock twitched into full hardness, fingers instinctively tightening in your hair as a low groan erupted from his throat. 

Keeping the pace slow, you wrapped the wet ring of your lips tighter around his length, hollowing your cheeks before sinking down further trying to accommodate the girth and sheer size of him. 

“Shit,” he managed to breathe out, his shaft laying heavy against your tongue as another sharp sound escaped the man's throat. 

You hummed in content, sending vibrations straight through his length, and you felt the familiar bitter and salty taste coat the walls of your throat. Your eyes stayed glued to him to the best of your capabilities, making sure to put on a show he wouldn't dare to look away from. 

A dark, red flush spread from his neck up to his cheeks as he leaned his head forward, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. He watched the way your lips stretched to accommodate his size, a faint condescending smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when he spotted the drool pooling at the corner of your own. 

“Fuck, look at you.” And you honestly wished you could. “Down on your knees, swallowing me like it's nothing. You look so good like that, baby. Just a warm mouth for my cock.”

You moaned at the hidden praise, swallowing him a little deeper, eager to please, your throat muscles contracting tightly around his girth as saliva trickled down to your chin. The palm of your hands slid higher up his thighs, desperately trying to anchor yourself.

“That's it,” he purred, his thumb lightly caressing the side of your jaw fondly. “This is all you're really good for, isn't it?"

You whined, lips leaving his length with a pop as you gasped for air, a mixture of spit and precum painting the soft skin of your chin. The heat pooling in your lower back was becoming too heavy to ignore. Shifting slightly on your knees until your clothed pussy came in contact with your calf, you shamelessly started to rut against it as quiet, desperate whimpers spilled into the air. 

Hongjoong tracked the movement of your hips before dropping his voice into a low, almost mocking coo, ”Oh, look at my poor baby.”

His fingers loosened before gently patting your head. “So needy just from having my cock in your mouth? Look how your hips are moving, so desperate, hm?” He teased, a faint, amused huff of his breath making your own hitch. 

“Only for you,” you teased back, voice rough from taking him before wrapping your swollen lips around the tip of his cock again, swirling your tongue around it to find the tip of his slit, lapping at the evidence of his arousal. 

His head fell back against the cushion of the armchair, eyes sewn shut as a low, guttural moan escaped from his throat. He bucked his hips, shoving the tip of his cock further into the tight heat of your mouth. You just hollowed your cheeks, your right hand wrapping around the base of his length as another stutter of his hips sent his length all the way in, his tip coming in contact with the wall of your throat, making you gag from the surprise. 

“Fuck—ah—so good, baby. Just like that …nngh—so close,” he rasped, a rough, desperate edge in his voice. 

But what would be the fun in that?

So you stopped moving, locking your jaw while wrapping your lips securely around his width, the hand on his length tightening to keep him in place as you breathed steadily through your nose.

You could stay just like this for him, your cheek resting against his thigh while he fills your mouth, the smell of his musk sending a dizzying shiver down your spine. 

The sensation of fingers tangled deep in your roots, knuckles tensing hard against your scalp sent you back to reality like a shockwave. Hongjoong spread his knees even wider with a threatening growl, hips involuntarily twitching upward into your locked jaw. 

He let out a long, shuddering exhale through his nose. “Don't. Stop,” he commanded, tone assertive and harsh, completely stripped from the previous praise. 

You ignored the demand, lips staying firmly wrapped around him without moving an inch, refusing to give in. Hongjoong tried to jerk his hips forward, thrusting hard into your unwavering stubbornness in a desperate attempt to find some friction against your wet tongue. 

He tried twice more to force a rhythm, but your jaw remained unyielding. “If you don't move, you don't get my cock at all,” he threatened.

And with a sudden, firm upward pull, his hand in your hair forced your head back, dragging his length completely out of your mouth. A high, frustrated whine escaped your throat at the sudden loss of his warmth, scrambling your hands up his thighs to claw at his waist trying to pull yourself back down on his lap. 

“Ah, no. Stay there.” He kept his grip on your hair firm, holding your head back so you could only watch as his other hand came down to grab his own shaft. 

“I said no,” he cut you off, beginning to stroke himself with a fast, heavy friction, head falling back as his throat clicked with a low swallow. 

“B-but—”

You whined at the sight, a desperate, high-pitched sound in the back of your throat as he only got closer to his release. His eyes rolled shut, jaw clenching in a straight line as mumbled whimpers tried to escape. In his haze of pleasure, his fingers subconsciously loosened their tight hold on your hair, his hand dropping slightly. 

You didn't hesitate. 

You lunged forward, your hand flying to the base of his shaft to squeeze tight, milking the length upward as you quickly wrapped your abused lips back around his head. 

A loud, ruined gasp tore from Hongjoong at the sudden, tight wetness. His hips bucked upwards in a helpless, violent spasm as you hummed around his tip. Hongjoong was too far gone to fully pull you away, body shuddering as he released thick, hot heat on your tongue, surging past your lips as you pulled away to coat your chin, cheeks and your lips in a messy rush. 

Silence filled the room aside from your hand working passionately to drain him and Hongjoong's rapid, shallow breathing. Still leaning against the cushions, his chest was heaving under the tightness of his shirt and vest, shoulders slowly dropping as the tension drained from his body. 

On your face, the wet warmth of his release was starting to cool. A thick, heavy drop slid slowly down your cheek, tracing your jawline while the slick moisture coated your flushed lips. But you couldn't find it in yourself to care, heart hammering against your ribs, skin hot and flushed from defying Hongjoong's order. 

Your other hand was resting flat against the carpet, and without even thinking, you tilted your hips forward, pressing your clothed, wet core against the side of your own wrist. You let out a quiet, shaky breath as you slowly ground yourself against your hand, desperate for any kind of friction, eyes staying locked on Hongjoong. 

His eyes slowly opened, the blown darkness of his pupils gradually focusing on you. He watched your hips twitch, his gaze dropping to the way you were desperately humping your own wrist. 

A quiet, clicking sound of disapproval escaped his lips, “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” A slow, mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, his voice dropping into that quiet, patronizing coo. ”Such a bad girl, hm? Can't even follow a single order? Look where that got you, pathetically grinding on the floor in front of me.”

He leaned his head back, arms resting relaxed on the sides of the chair as he looked down at you. “Get naked,” he commanded, his voice flat and quiet, leaving absolutely no room for arguments. 

Your breath caught in your throat. “W-what?” you stuttered, voice small and breathless as your hips froze from the sheer, raw heat in his eyes. 

“You heard me,” he scoffed. “Clothes off. And then you're getting on my lap.”

Your chest tightened, a cold shiver running straight down your spine at the quiet weight of the order. But the ache coiling between your thighs was too heavy. Too loud to ignore. Slowly, your hands reached down to the waistband of your sweats, fingers trembling so violently that you could barely grip the soft fabric. 

Hongjoong's hungry gaze locked onto your hands, his eyes tracking every shaky stutter of your fingers as you finally pushed the sweats down your legs. You slowly stood up, kicking your feet free from the fabric and leaving them in a messy pile on the carpet. 

The weight of his stare along with the cool air of the room sent goosebumps down your legs. You reached for the hem of your shirt, tossing it aside and the same goosebumps now trickled up to your chest, your exposed nipples quickly hardening. 

A low, thick hum rumbled deep in his throat as he took the naked sight of you in. The smug authority in his expression had shifted, replaced by a sudden, dark heat that made his chest rise with a heavy breath. He leaned forward just an inch, his eyes locked onto the damp, glistening warmth between your thighs. 

“No underwear, baby?” he said, voice low and thick with approval. “Going completely bare under your sweats just for me? Such a good girl.”

You swallowed hard, your face burning as you slowly shifted, preparing to climb onto his lap when Hongjoong's jaw slackened just a fraction, dark eyes widening as they tracked the sway of your hips and the soft curve of your stomach. 

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice strained and raw as he visibly drank you in. “So fucking beautiful, baby.”

Without hesitation, you lifted your leg, cautiously stepping over his thigh, and slowly lowered yourself onto his lap with a pleased sigh. 

The rough, heavy fabric of his slacks felt coarse against the bare, sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The contrast of your hot, wet skin pressing down onto the cool, dry cotton made a quiet, desperate whimper slip past your lips. Your hands came to rest against his broad shoulders for balance, hips instinctively tilting forward to seek out his warmth. 

Hongjoong didn't pull away from your touch, but his hands remained exactly where they had been—resting flat against the arms of the chair. He let you hold onto him, let you lean your weight against his chest, but he offered no physical help in return. 

“P-please,” you whispered in a plea, voice shaking and whiny with the desperate ache between your legs. You squeezed his shoulders, knuckles turning white as you looked down at him. “It's not enough …please, Hongjoong.”

Instead of reaching out to soothe you, Hongjoong slowly raised his arms, locking his fingers together behind his own neck as he leaned back against them, spreading his elbows wide. 

“You don't get to beg for more when you didn't listen earlier,” he scoffed. “You wanted to take your time, baby. Now you have all the time in the world. Figure it out.”

Though his words remain harsh, he subtly shifted his weight in the chair, angling his left leg and lifting his heel slightly so that the dense muscles of his thigh flexed hard beneath you. As he moved, the heavy fabric of his slacks crinkled and bunched up, forming thick ridges of folded cloth directly beneath your aching core. 

You let out a sharp gasp as the rigid folds of fabric pressed right against your clit, rough and intense. Unable to help yourself, you let out a broken whine and began to slide your hips forward, grinding your wetness directly against the flexed muscle of his thigh, your hands grabbing his shoulders even tighter for leverage. 

“Look how easily you move for me when you actually want something. Such a good, needy girl, working so hard on my leg,” he whispered, his eyes dark and fixed entirely on the movement of your hips. 

The heat of his thigh through the fabric was dizzying. With every desperate roll of your pelvis, the creases of his trousers brushed right against your folds, milking the slick moisture from your pussy. You couldn't help the quiet, desperate whines escaping your throat, your head falling back as you focused entirely on the friction. 

“Fuck, baby. You're drenching my slacks,” Hongjoong murmured, his voice thick and laced with arousal. “Making such a mess of my clothes.”

Your bare thighs framed his dark trousers, your fevered skin flushed a deep crimson. Your own slick smeared wetly across the creased cotton, soaking through the material to create a heavy, spreading stain that clung to the shape of his thigh. 

Every time you pushed your hips down, you could see the wet reflection of your own arousal shining in the dim light of the room. Hongjoong was staring intently too, letting out a low, shaky breath at the sight. 

“Yeah, just like that.” His eyes burned as they watched you ruin his clothes. “Show me how wet you are, baby.”

Hongjoong was perfectly still from the waist up, yet his dazed eyes were fixated on every desperate, rolling rhythm of your hips. 

You let out a broken, high-pitched gasp when the rough seams of his slacks caught precisely against your clit in a friction that had your mind swimming with pleasure. 

“H-Hongjoong,” you whimpered, your head dropping onto his shoulder as you continued to grind down at the same spot with a frantic, desperate speed. The scent of his sweet cologne mixed with the day's labor and sweat made your brain turn to mush. “Please—ah—touch me…”

A low rumble of disapproval started in his throat. He tilted his head slightly, his soft lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, “No.” The word was firm and absolute. “I told you. You wanted to play by your own rules, so now you have to work for it.”

The denial shouldn't have felt this good, this exhilarating. But you couldn't stop the moan clawing in your throat as you moved in fast, desperate circles. The friction was starting to burn against your skin, but you were so close, you couldn't stop. 

You couldn't stop even as you felt your strength falter, thighs heavy and weak as you let out a soft, defeated cry. 

“P-please…” you breathed out into the crook of his neck. “My legs …I can't.”

“Giving up already?” teased Hongjoong. “You were so bold earlier when you locked your jaw. Now you're sad you have to do a little work?”

You shook your head against his shoulder, a frustrated tear slipping down your cheek to join the slick moisture already cooling on your skin, finding yourself mindlessly trying to wipe it away. 

"I'm not giving up," you insisted, your fingers tightening in the fabric of his vest. "I just …I need you to hold me. Just hold my waist."

"You want me to hold you so you can rest," he stated, his eyes tracking the way your bare shoulders shook in the dim light. "But you don't deserve to rest yet, baby. You haven't finished what you started."

Instead of bringing his hands down to comfort you, Hongjoong shifted his hips underneath you. The sudden movement of his thigh flexing upward caught you completely off guard.

You let out a sharp, loud gasp as the hard ridge of his leg pressed impossibly deeper into your swollen center. Before you could pull back, he tilted his pelvis, his leg shifting in a deliberate circle beneath you. The friction was dragging through your pooled wetness with a force that made your toes curl.

"H-Hongjoong! Ah—" you cried out, your hands desperately clutching his shoulders as you tried to lift yourself up, trying to escape the sudden overwhelming heat.

He kept his hands locked behind his head, using the strength of his thighs to dictate the movement, shifting his leg up and down, forcing the rough, soaked fabric of his slacks to grind repeatedly against you. "You wanted me to touch you, but I like my hands right where they are. You're going to take this instead."

Every time his thigh flexed, it pushed you higher, forcing your body to bend and slide over the damp, creased cotton. The wetness you had left on his slacks now worked against you, making the surface slick enough for him to rub you with a relentless, dizzying precision.

Your head fell back, your throat exposed and tight as you let out a series of broken cries. Hongjoong watched your face through heavy eyelids, his breathing turning into a series of rough pants, his neck flushed a deep, burning red. 

"Look at me," he commanded, voice strained and tight. "Open your eyes, baby. Look at what you're doing to my leg."

Through a blur of tears, you forced your eyes open, looking down to see your own bare hips shaking violently as they were forced to grind against his soaked slacks.

The wet cotton of them dragged ruthlessly over your folds with every slow, deliberate shift of his lower body, driving the heat straight up to your chest until you could barely draw air.

"H-Hongjoong, please …I’m going to—" Your voice broke, cutting off into a high, desperate sob. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders, your nails digging deep into the fabric of his vest as your thighs shook violently.

"I know," he rasped, his voice dropping into a strained groan. 

His own composure was faltering as his hips bucked upward in a sudden, sharp motion, forcing his thigh deep against your swollen clit. "Right there, baby. Don't you dare close your eyes."

You forced your eyes open, your vision blurry with tears of frustration and pleasure. Through the haze, you locked onto his own burning gaze.

With one final, relentless roll of his pelvis, a loud, shattered cry tore from your throat, your back arching as your entire body went completely rigid. Your muscles squeezed frantically, pulsing in tight, helpless spasms against his leg, milking yourself over his thigh as you rode out your release.

Hongjoong stayed perfectly still, taking in the full, shaking weight of your finish. A sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips, eyes softening just a fraction as he looked down at your flushed, trembling body.

When your frantic breathing finally began to slow and your hips slumped weakly, completely exhausted, against his lap, he slowly brought his arms down from his head.

Hongjoong gently cupped your face with one hand, his thumb wiping away a stray tear from your cheek. "Look at the mess you made," he said softly, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips as his gaze drifted down to his ruined slacks.

Your forehead was still pressed into the crook of his neck, your shallow breaths puffing warm against his collarbone. The adrenaline was slowly ebbing away, leaving only a quiet, comforting peace in the room.

The second your weight fully settled, his arms came around your waist, his large hands flat against your lower back. He didn't squeeze tightly—he just held you close, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles over your skin to help quiet your lingering shivers.

"My poor baby," he cooed, his voice losing all of its previous commanding weight.

It was soft now, light and full of a fond warmth. He leaned his head sideways, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the side of your neck, then another right behind your ear. "You worked so hard, didn't you? Look at how you're shaking."

You let out a tiny, embarrassed whine, burying your face deeper into his shoulder.

A soft, genuine giggle rumbled in his chest, the vibration warm against your front. He tilted his head back slightly, trying to look at your face, but you refused to lift your head, clinging to his vest like a koala.

"Hey, look at me," he teased gently, his fingers sliding up to cup your jaw and tilt your face up.

When you finally peeked at him through your eyelashes, your cheeks flushed a bright red, Hongjoong’s eyes crinkled at the corners. He let out another quiet, affectionate laugh, leaning forward to pepper your face with tiny, sweet kisses—one on your forehead, one on the tip of your wet nose, and several soft, smacking ones right on your lips

"You did so well," he praised against your mouth, his thumb gently wiping away a dry smudge of his own release from your cheek. "So beautiful. You took everything I gave you and you still managed to ruin me, you stubborn little thing."

He leaned back just a fraction, his hands sliding down to your hips to help support you as you sat on his lap. As he shifted, the cold, wet dampness of his slacks pressed against your inner thighs again.

Hongjoong looked down, his eyes landing on the dark, massive wet stain completely soaking through the fabric of his trousers.

He let out an amused laugh, his shoulders shaking. "Oh, my god," he giggled, poking the damp spot on his thigh with his index finger, then looking back up at you with wide, teasing eyes. "You really did soak my pants. You completely drenched me, you little menace."

"Don't laugh," you mumbled, your face burning as you tried to hide your face back in his neck.

"I'm not laughing, I'm proud," he laughed, wrapping his arms securely around your naked back and squeezing you tight against him.

He slid his hands down to the backs of your thighs, gently lifting you so you could adjust your posture. He pulled you even higher up his torso, wrapping your legs around it to lock you into a warm, naked embrace against his chest. His fingers began to trace the sensitive line of your spine, his nails lightly scratching your lower back in slow, gentle lines.

"Really, baby," he whispered, his voice soft as he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes shining with pure adoration. "You have no idea how beautiful you looked."

You let out a soft, pleased hum, your hands sliding up to cup his jaw, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones. He leaned into your touch immediately, closing his eyes and pressing a warm, lingering kiss into the palm of your hand.

"I love how much you want me," he whispered against your skin, his hands sliding back up to hold your shoulder blades, pulling you in until there was no space left between you. "Even when you're being a stubborn little brat, you're still my good girl. You did so amazing today. I'm so proud of you."

He rocked you slowly from side to side in the chair, running his fingers through your hair, gently untangling the messy, damp strands where he had held you so tightly earlier, taking his time to soothe every inch of your scalp.

"Come here," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then I'm wrapping you in a blanket and holding you for the rest of the night. Sounds good?"

he slides in behind you on the mattress, arms wrapping around your waist from the back, chin resting on your shoulder. "they cancel again?" he murmurs, his breath warm against your neck, "you were really looking forward to that coffee meetup, weren't you?"

you lean back into him, nodding, "yeah.. it's been happening a lot lately.."

"they did seem a little annoyed with everything.. maybe they're just busy," he hums, fingers tracing circles on your stomach softly.

weeks become months after that, the seed continuing the grow.

one evening, your friend group chat blows up with excuses for missing your birthday, and hongjoong pulls you onto his lap on the couch.

"didn't they forget your birthday last year too?" he asks, voice gentle as his hands settle on your hips, "i remember how excited you were.. it's okay baby, i've got you.."

you swallow hard, blinking back the tears, "i guess.. they just got caught up with stuff."

"mm," he hums, pressing a kiss to your temple, "they do.. but i'm always right here."

another time, after a call with one of your best friends ends abruptly because she has other things to do, hongjoong watches you from the kitchen where he's pouring wine.

"she sounded distracted.. everything okay?" he inquires as he hands you the glass, eyes soft.

it all falls out: the ignored texts, last minute cancellations, conversations with them only lasting a few minutes. so you start to decline invites yourself, because it feels better that way.

the drift apart naturally happens after that. your group chat dies out, your friends rarely call you, and you tell yourself everyone is just growing apart.

hongjoong holds you tight every night, telling you how proud he is for prioritizing what matters: him.

"it's just us now, isn't it?" he says softly, thumb stroking your cheek as his eyes gleam with something dark, "you don't need them anyways. i hate seeing you hurt."

you nod, leaning in to kiss him softly. his mouth moves against yours, tongue slipping in with ease, making you melt into him.

"let me show you how much better this is. how you only need me," he murmurs, pulling you towards the bedroom.

he lays you down on the bed, fingers trace down your sides as he peels away your clothes layer by layer. hongjoong's gaze darkens as his eyes rake over your body, "so perfect," he mutters, "mine."

you reach for him, but he catches your wrists gently, pinning them above your head with one hand.

"let me take care of you tonight," he murmurs as his free hand explores your body, thumb circling your nipple until it pebbles. he leans down, mouth following the path of his hand, teeth grazing your skin, sending sparks down your spine.

he releases your wrists, body hovering over your as he kisses down your stomach, nipping at the skin of your hips and leaving faint marks. he spreads your thighs, settling between them on his knees, his breath fanning over your pussy, making you shiver and clench around nothing.

"look at you," he whispers, voice going ragged, "already dripping for me.. so needy."

he licks a slow stripe up your folds, humming at the taste of you. you gasp, fingers threading into his hair and tugging lightly.

his tongue circles your clit teasingly, building up to your orgasm before easing off, kissing your inner thighs. two fingers replace his mouth, sliding into you and curling to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. he pumps his fingers steadily, stretching you open while his mouth returns to your clit.

the pleasure builds, but he edges you again, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his tongue. "not yet, baby," he whispers when he pulls away, "want you desperate."

his fingers return, thrusting faster while his thumb rubs circles on your clit. your thighs shake, hips grinding against his face, making him hold you down with his free arm.

hongjoong finally lets you tip over the edge, your orgasm crashes over you harshly, a rush of wetness coating his hand as you cry out.

he stands, shedding his clothes quickly, revealing the hard length of his cock, leaking precum at the tip. you reach for it instinctively, wrapping your fingers around him and stroking slowly, pulling a growl from his lips before he guides your hand away gently, "tonight's all about you. no one else can have you like i can."

he positions himself at your entrance, rubbing the head through your folds and teasing your clit until you whimper softly. he pushes in inch by inch, stretching you open.

hongjoong buries his face in your neck, groaning as he bottoms out, hips flush against yours, "fuck.. so tight. you were made for me, weren't you?"

he starts thrusting, hips rolling into your slowly, hitting the perfect angle inside you. one hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise, the other braced by your head so he can watch your face. you wrap your legs around his waist, causing him to shift and hook one of your legs over his shoulder, pounding even deeper inside you.

"say you're mine," he demands softly, sweat dripping from his hair onto your chest, "tell me you'll never leave. no one- nothing compares to this."

"i'm yours," you moan loudly, nails raking down his back in red trails, "only yours, hongjoong- ah, fuck, right there-!"

he rewards you with a brutal thrust, grinding his hips into yours as he buries to the hilt. his hand slips between your bodies, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing in fast circles to match his rhythm.

the stimulation sends you to your second orgasm, your vision whiting out as you clench around him.

hongjoong fucks you through it, pace relentless as he chases his own release. he flips you onto your stomach, re-entering you in one thrust as his hand fists into your hair. he pounds into you harder, the slap of his hips against your ass echoing in the room.

"look at you taking me so well," he pants, "you don't need anyone else. mine to keep safe. mine to fuck like this every night."

you push back against him, chasing the next orgasm building in you, your whole body shaking. hongjoong holds you up, arms wrapped around your waist as you fall over the edge. he follows moments later, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you, thick ropes of cum filling you until it leaks out around his cock.

you catch your breath as he lowers you both to the bed, settling in behind you with his arms locked tight around your body, his lips pressing soft kisses along your shoulder and neck.

hongjoong:

seonghwa:

yunho:

yeosang:

san:

mingi:

wooyoung:

jongho:

hongjoong:

seonghwa:

yunho:

yeosang:

san:

mingi:

wooyoung:

jongho: