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San x reader x Wooyoung: On one celebration night with the boys, you drink enough to gather the courage to make a move on your boyfriend’s best friend, San.

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WooSanHwa x reader: Your relationship with your three boyfriends was perfect from the beginning. No jealousy, nor disrespect, they took care of you and each other every time. As if you could carry their baby, but not so soon though.

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Wooyoung x reader: When you get pregnant.

BTS:

Finally [JK] (M) (F)

First time with Jungkook Drabble.

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Elevator sex with Namjoon Drabble.

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Morning sex with Namjoon Drabble.

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Hoseok x reader: Your ex tries to reach back to you when he is drunk.

Make out & Make up pt.1 (c) (M) (s)

The Idea was yours. You wanted to take pictures with Hongjoong in one of the numerous photo studios in Seoul.

However, most of them were full of people lining to get their own snap. So you ended up going to a smaller one, that barely fit you two in the frame of the photo.

You sat on his lap, moving too much to his liking, but you only wanted to be comfortable for the pictures to come out as good as possible.

Every ten seconds, a new pic was taken, and every ten seconds, you could feel him tense up furthermore. His hands kept creeping up your body. First, they were on your hips, then your waist, and during the final picture, his hands landed on your breast, drawing a small yelp from you.

You turned around when all four pics were taken, waiting for the printing process to finish, dumbfounded at his shameless behaviour.

"What was that for?" you asked, "My face will not look good on the last one because of you!"

"I couldn't help it, you've been moving around too much," he simply said, his hand taking yours to move it between his legs.

"Oh, I knew that already, I could feel it against my ass," you told him, removing your hand and taking the printed pictures.

He looked at you confused for a moment before his lips curled into a grin, "Wait, so you knew what you were doing?" he asked, surprised.

You did not respond and left quickly before he could reach for your arm and draw you back inside.

Park Seonghwa:

"Please! Just one more! I promise it's gonna be the last one!" you pleaded.

You had been taking photos at the self studio with Seonghwa for the past fifteen minutes, changing accessories for every new set of pics.

But annoyed him the most was not that you kept taking pictures despite the numerous ones you already had.

The problem was actually that he had been wanting to get back home for the last hour. You guys went out to a bar and all the teasing that was going on only riled him up enough to make him finish his drink in a second, no wanting to waste any more time there when he could have you under him on a bed.

"Fine, but it's really going to be the last this time," he sighed, "you can go choose the props you want."

You kissed his cheek and ran out of the booth to pick your next "theme" for this set, that was when you had a perfect idea, according to yourself.

You came back with a police cap and a pair of handcuffs dangling around your index finger. At the sight of your choice, Seonghwa smiled, his hand reaching out to take the pieces from your own.

You swat his hand away, shaking your head slightly. The look of confusion in his eyes made you laugh a little before you answered his unspoken interrogation.

"I'm the cop tonight, baby," you said with a wink.

He simply laughed at your comment and compiled, giving you both hands for you to cuff. You did without hesitation and pressed started the new set of photos.

The first one was innocent and funny, Seonghwa's back turned to you as you held his attached hands behind it. The second one was you trying to bend him over, but he was not having it, so, instead, he quickly got his wrists out of the cheap prop and pushed you against the wall.

You could feel him pressed over your stomach, your words caught in your throat as he eyed you down. From that angle, you felt his hot breath on your even hotter face. He playfully took the hat off your head and placed it on his.

The last photo ended up being you with a leg around his waist as his face was buried in your neck, kissing you there, and having you throw your head back.

"I think I will be the cop tonight, baby," he said, grabbing your stuff to leave.

Jeong Yunho:

"Can you move your ass over! Leave some room for the rest of us!" Wooyoung shouted at Seonghwa.

"What do you mean? I've been taking little to no space from the tiny side I'm standing on!" the oldest said.

"Guys this is supposed to be a fun and loving moment, for all of us, can you stop?" Hongjoong told them, trying to get this over with.

As the others were arguing about the limited space there was in the room you picked to get a nine-people picture, you and Yunho were giggling at their childish behaviour from your spot, in the back.

Your fingers lightly brushed against his thigh when San pushed you slightly as he tried to make room for the others too. However, you left your hand there, on his clothed thigh, making him tense up a little.

The side-eyed stare he gave you went unnoticed, by you and the others. You tried to move to a better spot so that you could be seen in the pictures. All the heads and shoulders in front of you were not helping. But this made your ass pressing against him, now even more tensed than a few seconds before.

"I understand that Yunho is in the back, he's the tallest, but you're shorter than us, why don't you go in the front?" San asked you.

"I want her to be next to me on the photos," Yunho replied before you could do so.

The first pic was taken ten seconds later and only down to your eyebrows could be seen of you. But before anyone could comment on that, and before the second one was taken you felt hands lifting you from the floor.

Soon after, your legs were wrapped around Yunho's side as you stroked a pose as if that was common and natural. The boys were too focused on their own faces on the screen before them that they did not notice you being carried by Yunho, or at least they did not mention it.

The third pic had all of you puckering your lips in a duck-face way and you chose that moment to place yours on your boyfriend's cheek.

He smiled at that, holding you tighter against him and that was when you started grinding unintentionally against his side. He held you in place, staring at you with a death stare this time as the last pic was taken.

"Yunho, why do you look mad on the last one?" Yeosang asked him.

"Yeah, he looks like he's about to eat her up!" Wooyoung mocked.

He simply shrugged at them, not bothering faking a proper excuse for that. He put you back down, his hand slapping your ass as everyone left the booth, one after the other.

"I suggest we now take our own pictures, just the two of us, do you agree?" he said lowly in your ear, preventing you from going after the others.

Kang Yeosang:

The date was going on really well if anyone asked either of you. And you suggested finishing it with a picture of you on this special day before heading back to your place.

What started as innocent quickly turned into torture for Yeosang. Your cute little dress did things to him throughout the day but as the gentleman he was, he did not act on it, until that very moment in the photo booth.

"Are you ready?" you asked him, a smile on your lips as you pressed the 'start' button on the screen.

He nodded frantically before placing a hand around your waist, smiling in front of the camera and screen before you. You placed your fingers over his, intertwining them on your side.

You felt him lightly squeezed your hand as the first pic was taken. The countdown of the second one was showing on the screen and you immediately lowered his hand to your butt as you kissed his cheek.

You could feel him blush under the skin of your lips. Something that made you melt in the inside- you always had so much effect on him, that you liked.

But, to your surprise, his next move was not anticipated at all and when you felt his fingers grazing towards your panties, you were the one to blush this time.

You looked at him with a surprised look but pleased at the same time. He was always full of surprise, looking all innocent, even in that very moment, that you loved.

His gaze was still focused on the camera as you tried to compose yourself enough to strike your next pose. He looked so harmless on the reflection of the screen, his round eyes looking pure as ever and not like his fingers were on your crotch at that moment.

You gulped loudly, trying not to make any noise, but that was not what he wanted.

"No, now..." he tsked, "you can't back up on what you just started, can you?" he whispered to your ear.

One of his fingers drew lazy circles over your underwear and you quickly felt bothered, wanting more.

"Yeosangie-" you pleaded.

He chuckled at your neediness, pressing harder one last time where you wanted him before removing his hand completely.

"You know, I would not do that here," he told you, "Let's go."

Choi San:

On a night out, you two decided to go get pictures at one of the photo studios near the restaurant you went to with some friends. You left them all during dessert, wanting to add another snap of your relationship to your collection.

You two were used to going to those places to get pictures of specific days, a way to keep memories of everything. Your first date, then the tenth, and on each and every birthday- plus anniversaries of course.

Luckily for you, the one San chose was empty, probably because it was past nine and most people were busy eating or partying. Not bothering to get any accessories that time, you two went straight to a small booth.

He sat first, patting his lap for you to sit on. You did so in a second, straddling him, your back facing the screen.

"How is your face going to be in the photos if you sit like this, now?", he asked teasingly.

"Maybe it doesn't need to be..." you replied, kissing down his neck.

He laughed in disbelief at what you intended.

"What are you saying, dear? Was this what you had in mind all along?" he asked, placing his hands on your hips, "you just wanted me out of there, so I could take care of you, huh?"

You did not respond, only kept kissing his jaw and collarbone. His hands started to make grind on him, back and forth, at a very slow pace. Your body reacted almost immediately as small noises left you and fell against his skin.

"I should've guessed so," he chuckled.

Without warning, he lift you with him, legs around his sides as he got up to set the screen for the pictures to be taken.

"Might as well capture this moment, baby." He said as he sat back down.

He moved you quicker this time, hand holding you with force and hips rocking against yours. You moaned at each thrust of his, occasionally throwing your head back from the stimulation. One of his hands crept up to your boobs, kneading on one of them.

"San...m-more."

"Look at yourself," he said, his breath also hitching, "We need your face on the last picture at least."

You failed to do so, too lost in the pursuit of more friction from him. In one swift movement, San yanked on your hair, making your head face the screen at an awkward angle. The last shot went through, with your needy and bothered state immortalised on it.

He got up to take the printed pictures, placing you down on the chair he was sitting on. You crossed your arms, needing more of what you were given. He showed you the photos, a smirk on his face.

"If we look this good from so little action, I can't imagine what it would be when we're actually at it," he said, laughing, "wanna test that theory?" he asked you

Song Mingi:

"You look really beautiful."

Mingi had told you that at least a hundred times since you got out of your apartment. He could not hide his excitement and admiration that day. Not only were you wearing a cute two-piece, but the skirt made it easy for him to picture your every curve and legs whenever you took a step.

He had a really hard time, keeping his hands to himself the whole day, but still did. Out of respect for the people that were with you, he was not attempting anything.

As you were playing games with the others in an arcade room, you felt a body press against you from behind. Having no doubt of the person it was, you reached with one hand behind you for his and placed it on your inner thigh, hoping that no one was going to see.

He froze on the spot, taking your hand instead and leading you towards a small Photo Booth that was in the back of the gaming room.

"What are you doing?" you asked him as he drew the curtain closed.

"I could ask you the exact same thing!" he said, his eyes wide.

"I thought you wanted to...feel me," you mumbled.

If his eyes were wide, now they were round capsules looking right at you with pure shock. You giggled at his expression, placing him down on the chair of the cabin before sitting on his laps, facing the camera.

"If my outfit is as beautiful as you keep saying, let's immortalize it," you told him, pressing the start button.

Every time the countdown showed on the screen, you would seize this opportunity to tell Mingi what you had on your mind.

"I feel like right now would be the right moment for you to touch me the way you've been wanting to."

"I've seen how you looked at me today, I was kinda expecting you to do something about it, to be honest"

That was when you reached for the back of his head, nibbling on his ear on the third photo, and whispering.

"I'm not wearing anything under my skirt."

You just knew that last photo was going to be funny with the way Mingi's facade crumbled right then.

Jung Wooyoung:

Going to a photo studio to take pictures was already planned. He had texted you the whole week about it. He really wanted your first pics taken together on a support that was not a phone would be perfect.

So, you took it as a sign to dress well for the occasion, wearing a nice dress you knew he would love. Little did you know, he would love a bit too much.

As soon as you were together the day, his hands were everywhere on your body when nobody was around or looking. He held you close to him as humanly possible, his hands roaming over your finger every now and then.

All this made you both very flustered. You two needed to blow off some steam because of all the touching. Whatever the conditions were going to be.

That is why when the two of you were finally alone in that booth, you knew what to expect. The pictures were not taken right away.

You two were too lost in the steamy make-out session you had started as soon as you got inside the cabin. Hands everywhere, tongues tangling, and noises coming out of each other's mouths from time to time.

However, reality quickly took over as you heard voices from outside the booth, singling that you were no longer alone. Thankfully there was the curtain, but you still had to behave in order to not get caught.

Plus, you had pictures to take. So you stood up straight, selecting the options and the numbers finally appeared on the screen.

The first photo was a cute mess, yours and his eyes dark from your pupils' dilation, lips bruised but formed in a smile, and hair messy. You tried to tame your locks for the next one, managing to find your composure, unlike Wooyoung whose hand was kneading at your ass, earning a little shriek from you.

"Stop it," you said through gritted teeth, still looking at the camera.

"That's not what you usually say, darling," he mocked, "It's more of a 'Please Wooyoungie- Ah don't stop'!" he imitated you.

You looked at him in pure shock, afraid that anyone may have heard him. That was why the last picture had you jumping with an arm around his neck as you tried to make him quiet.

"Come on, you know better ways to make me shut up."

Choi Jongho:

"Come on, it will be fun!" you begged for the second time.

"Okay fine! But can we go home after?" Jongho asked.

You nodded yes and took his hand before leading him to the photo studio you had been standing in front of for the last five minutes.

The place was full of couples, but there were enough cabins for everyone to use. You picked matching bunny ears for both of you and led Jongho to one of the booths.

That one was a bit smaller than the ones you were used to, but it was only the two of you so it was gonna do the trick. Plus, that meant that you had to be close to him, physically-everything you wanted.

"Do you want to sit on my lap?" you fake suggested, knowing how he would never accept that, let alone in a public place.

He rolled his eyes at you before sitting down and grabbing your hips to put you down on his thighs.

The countdown started and you both made peace signs as you posed for the photo. The second one had you hugging him tightly, his face in your breast. You quickly noticed how red his face was after that one.

You did not know what to do for the third one, both of you panicking, you quickly held his face and kissed him. Nothing too crazy, it was a simple-but long- peck.

But that was when you felt him melt against your touch, one hand behind your back as the other mindlessly stroked your thigh. The peck swiftly became a kiss, and soon enough, Jongho's mouth was all over your and shortly after, down your neck.

You hummed in satisfaction, hands in his hair messing up his haircut as his lips kept dragging across the expanse of your exposed skin.

When the ringing sound signaling that the printing was over resonated in the cubicle, he stopped his movements and cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." he trailed off.

"To what? I told you it would be fun," you winked at him as you got up, "can we go home now?" you added.

He did not respond right away, only shifting a little in his seat. You saw him put his elbows on his lap, head hanging low as if he was defeated.

"Jongho? Are you coming or what?" you asked again.

The pleasant weather of the end of May always had you excited. The birds' noises, the fresh air, and the shining sun, everything was just pleasing.

You were looking for a handbag to match your outfit when someone knocked on your apartment's door. You made your way through the small hallway and looked into the peephole. Your boyfriend Mingi had arrived.

As soon as he saw your face, his lit up instantly. His smile that made his eyes disappear took over his face, and you could not help but return the expression at that moment.

"Well, hello, Dear," you greeted him, stepping aside for him to enter.

"Hi, baby," he kissed your forehead, "Please tell me you're ready," he asked.

You rolled your eyes at him.

"Yes, I am! I'm just trying to choose a purse to match my dress."

"Wouldn't any bag do? I mean, your dress is white. It can go with anything, right?" he replied.

You took his hand, leading him to your bedroom.

"It will not be long, I promise!"

You made him sit on your bed while you went back to pick a bag. Hesitating between a small white nylon purse and a large black tote bag, you turned to him, silently asking him for his opinion.

"What?" he asked, a brow raised.

"Common Mingi, help me choose! Aren't you the fashion-lover here?" you said.

He scoffed and pointed at the black one.

"Really?" you asked, "Wouldn't the white be better?"

"I-" you cut him off.

"Right, the dress and shoes already being white, it may be too much."

"N-"

"You're right, I'll simply change the dress!"

You did not let him speak at all, taking off the piece of clothing from your body. Mingi was about to say something, but instead, you heard him gulp rather loudly. He certainly was admiring your figure in your nude, seamless underwear.

"Do you think this would be better?" you asked him, holding a black skirt.

Mingi's eyes were glued to your bottom half, so when you questioned him about the new piece, he had to shake his head lightly before looking at your face and nodding. You saw him licking his lips rapidly as he tried to focus his gaze on anything but you and your exposed body.

You smiled internally at how you could always affect him, even if he had already seen you in vulnerable states multiple times. You changed your outfit and looked back at him, and he was looking at one of your plants near the window.

"I'm ready to go!" you said.

He muttered something under his breath, but you could not quite catch what it was.

"Good! Let's go, the others are waiting for us at the restaurant."

You took the hand he was offering you, smiling at him.

When you two arrived at the place, the guys were indeed already seated and talking. When Yeosang saw you approaching, he signaled it to the rest of them with a faint head movement.

"Finally! What took you two so long?" Seonghwa asked.

"They were probably just busy," San implied.

"Yes, we were," you replied.

"Ew! No need to tell us th-" Wooyoung started before he was interrupted by Mingi.

"Busy picking a bag to match her outfit," he added.

They all hummed, and the lunch started. Everything went on smoothly. The chatting, jokes, debates, and laughter composed the beginning of the afternoon and resonated through the spacious room.

You were in the middle of a conversation about their upcoming vacations when you suddenly felt something land gently on your silk-covered thigh. You gasped softly and looked down, only to see that it was your boyfriend's large hand. His thumb started drawing imaginary circles against the fabric of your skirt, soothing you.

You looked over at him and noticed how his pupils were dilated. His lips were barely opened, and his hand kept moving slowly on your thigh. His gaze was both pleading and dark.

"Is there a problem?" you whispered so that nobody else would hear.

He did not reply, only looking down at his legs. Your eyes followed his, and you saw what the problem was. The small tent in his pants was the answer you did not expect. You wondered what made him feel that way at that very moment. But then, you remembered how he acted when he saw you in your underwear earlier. A smile crept on your lips.

"Oh? Is it bothering you?" you asked in a low tone.

You placed your hand on his thigh, allowing your fingers to stroke slowly his inner thigh. You saw and heard him take in a sharp breath. But then, you stopped all movement, putting your hand back on the table. And whenever he would try to focus on a talk with some of his members, your hand went back to that spot, near the point he needed you the most, caressing him just enough for him to crave more and finally removing your hand.

"Could you, please, stop what you're doing?" he demanded through gritted teeth.

His face was next to your ear, for only you to hear his cries. You turned your face, placing your mouth right under his ear, your lips barely touching his soft skin as you replied to him.

"I could, but where is the fun in that?" you murmured.

When you brought your face back, you saw the expression on his face and your mouth went dry for a short moment. His eyes were telling you everything you needed to know at that moment. You got up quickly, excusing yourself to go to the toilet. But of course, it was just an excuse for you to walk, swinging your hips and offering your lover a good view of your behind as you left the table.

You made it to the restroom, counting to fifteen, then go out, expecting a particular someone to be behind the door. And you were not disappointed when you were met with a bothered Mingi, standing right in front of you.

He did not speak, only pushing you against the wall, slightly grinding against your stomach. His head in the crook of your neck, kissing softly on your exposed skin.

"What do you think you're doing now? We're not alone, and our friends are waiting for us," you said, gently pushing him off of you with a wink.

You heard him groan at the loss of contact. He then mumbled something that you did not catch once again. But you did not have time to question him about it and went back to the table. Still offering him a little show as you walked back every so slowly.

Mingi joined some minutes later, both his hands joined in front of his crotch, surely to hide his ongoing issue. You smiled at the thought of that and resumed your conversation with Seonghwa and Hongjoong about their trip plans.

The rest of the afternoon went on pretty quickly, everyone- except for your boyfriend- enjoying every minute of it. Before you all decided to leave, you dropped your purse and as you went under the table to take it, you could not help but linger between your lover's legs supporting yourself on his hard-on as you got back up.

The two large vans that were meant to bring everyone to the dorms arrived on time to pick up everyone.

"Do you want to come with us? Or do you have any plans?" Jongho asked you.

"No, I-" Mingi interrupted you.

"Oh she's coming," he said a little too seriously.

"Okay then...Let's go!" The youngest replied.

Mingi and you were seated in the back of the second van, behind everyone else. You were admiring the sunset and the lilac sky when you felt a hand creep up at the hem of your skirt.

You looked at him but he was still looking through the window on his side. Panic started taking over when you tried to move his hand but he did not budge, keeping a firm grip on your thigh- contrasting with the way his fingers were gently grazing your skin.

San started making small talk with you and you were wishing he would never turn his head to look at you. So, you replied to him in the most enthusiastic tone possible, entertaining the conversation.

Mingi's fingers went up by the seconds. The closest he got to your panties, the more you squirmed in your seat, trying to make him stop. A sufficient smile was forming on his lips as he finally reached the waistband of your underwear.

"Jongho, what are your plans for tonight?" Mingi asked his roommate, out of nowhere.

You made another effort in pushing his hand away but instead, he tugged at your waistband, making you yelp almost silently.

"I'll probably just go to the studio with Hongjoong, why?" the youngest asked in return, without bothering to turn around.

"Just wondering," your boyfriend replied.

The next minute, the cars stopped at the underground parking lot. Mingi helped you out of the car. He did not touch you once ever since, not on your way to the elevator, nor inside the cabin, and still nothing once you got to the dorm.

However, you did not get a chance to talk with anyone once you were in the apartment, your boyfriend grabbed your arm, dragged you to his bedroom, and locked the door behind the two of you.

"What are you doing?" you asked "That's rude! We can't just disappear while the others-" you did not get to finish when you saw the look in Mingi's eyes.

"Do you really think that a give a fuck about that right now?" he asked you, "Let me tell you, I don't, not when you spent the whole afternoon teasing me and making me hard for no reason."

You giggle without realising it and put a hand on your mouth as soon as it leaves you.

"You think it's funny? Is it funny to play the little whore while having company? Is it funny knowing that you put me in this situation but you will certainly regret it later?" he questioned as he sat down on the edge of his bed.

His choice of words aroused you more than you would like to admit. You simply nodded shyly and bit your lip to suppress a smile. He scoffed a little, then motioned you to come closer.

You slowly made your way to him and stopped right in front of him. He wasted no time and made you straddle his leg, a hand on each side of your waist. He guided you while rocking you back and forth on his flexed thigh.

The friction was too good, you whimpered lowly and closed your eyes, trying your best to focus on the sensation.

"No no no..." he tsked, "I want you to look at me. Look at me."

You opened your eyes, looking straight into his, your best to maintain eye contact as he showed no particular expression on his features.

Your hips started moving on their own at that point, only making him chuckle as he pressed you further down against him, your whimpers growing louder.

"Look at you," he chuckled, "you're a mess just from this, and you were acting as if you could cope with your actions...such a tease."

That's when he lifted you up and off him. You groaned in protest to the loss, but he could not care less. He put you on your back, laying you on his bed.

Kneeling in front of the bed he stretched out his hands, sliding your panties down your legs. He joined you on the bed, hovering over you before he put some of his weight in you, pressing his jean-clothed crotch on your bare core.

You hummed at the new contact, throwing your head back as he started to dry hump you skilfully. The thick material of his jeans rubbed your clit in the most pleasant way possible, drawing small cries from you. You felt your high quickly approaching and so you grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, but just as you were about to welcome your orgasm he moved back from you.

"Mingi..." you cried out.

"What? Huh?" he asked, "What is it?"

You did not reply, too frustrated. With your arms crossed on your chest, you sulked, not looking at your boyfriend anymore.

He only got up, took off his clothes, leaving only his boxers on. And he went back on the bed, lying next to you, kissing you lightly- not enough to your liking. So, you pulled him closer by his hair, attempting to get more than a simple kiss. Your tongue was looking for his when he finally gave in and made with you. The kiss was then sensual and passionate.

With a bite on your lower lip, Mingi moved his hand to your deprived womanhood. He started circling your needy bud, gathering your wetness to toy with it. He switched his ministration by inserting a finger into your hole. Pumping a few times, he then added a second finger, curling them up so that he could a louder moan from you.

But he only did that for a few seconds, before stopping all movement. Some other time, he would completely remove his hand whenever he felt like you were close.

At that point, you were a complete mess, crying out his name in both frustration and arousal. You held onto his wrist, preventing him from stopping ever again, and he simply chuckled at that.

"What is it now? You see how it feels?" He questioned, "being completely frustrated? Not so funny, is it?"

You shook your head negatively, but he was not having it.

"No, I wanna hear you say it," he demanded, "That's the least you could do, for being such a tease."

"I-It's n-not funny!" You cried out.

He put his fingers back inside you, moving them at the slowest pace possible, "Now, tell me, what is not funny?" he teased even more.

You groaned, thrusting your hips against his hand. He stopped all motion, waiting for your response.

"Be-ing a t-tease," you whimpered, "being a tease is not funny, please Mingi, let me cum," you begged.

"Exactly," he said with a satisfied smile, "Oh, and don't worry I was planning on making you come."

With that he resumed his action, thrusting his finger faster and with much more force. You could feel your inside coil and you shamelessly moaned his name, especially when he added a third finger. You felt full in the most satisfying way possible.

But it was only when he started forming infinite figures on your clit that you could not bear it anymore, it did not take much more time until your orgasm took over your sense and you moaned his name one last time as your body started shaking from the pleasure.

A long mewl followed as you came down your high, but Mingi's finger did not leave you, in fact, he kept moving them at the space pace, having squirming under him.

"Mingi-ah...that's..." you moaned pathetically trying to sound coherent.

"You wanted to come right? Well, do it a second time for me, will you? I know you can." he taunted.

He took out the third finger and curled up the remaining two while the pace of his thumb on your overstimulated bud quickened. You could feel a second orgasm approaching and all you needed was the slight boost.

"Come on baby," he encouraged you, "you've been slutty the whole day so be it until the end, cum like the little slut you know you can be."

He placed his hand around your throat, lightly putting pressure around it. Pressing every two seconds, playing with your breath.

That was it, his words and the slight chokehold pushed you over the edge for the second consecutive time. This time you saw white shapes behind your eyes as you closed them tightly to handle the overstimulation.

Mingi slowed his movement before finally coming to a halt.

"You're lucky I'm not really mad at you," he said kissing your forehead, "If I was, I would have you coming a third time about right now."

The idea was actually pretty tempting, but your fucked out state and oversensitive private part reminded you of your current position, you were not going to be daring with him.

You reached for his underwear but he pushed your hand away. Making a tsk sound, he sat on the other side of the bed, back leaning against the wall as you both looked at each other.

He freed his rock-hard member and gave it a few lazy strokes.

"But you still made me mad enough for not letting you touch me," he said.

You looked at him with round eyes. He could not be serious.

"I want you to watch me pleasure myself," he groaned, "I could let you help me out, but where is the fun in that?" He added, repeating what you told him earlier in the restaurant.

His strokes became quicker and the noises he was making more frequent. He briefly threw his back against the wall, before looking again in your direction, he loved the look on your face at that moment. The way your lips were parted, your eyes filled with fascination, and how your chest heaved with each breath you took.

You did not say a word, only watching your lover getting off on his own, that was a sight you were willing to get every day even if it meant pissing him off to get it.

The wetness dripping down your legs was certainly from the new excitement you were feeling. You held his gaze, slowly moving your hand to your core, earning an eyebrow raise from Mingi.

"Weren't you saying that it was too much?" he scoffed.

"I really want to touch you," you simply replied.

His breath caught in his throat, but he was not going to give in that easily. He simply looked at your actions, putting more pressure on his member as he felt his high approaching.

"Yeah? What do you wanna do then?" he asked, knowing how much you both loved the dirty talk.

"I want to have you in my mouth," you mewled, "I wanna feel how hard you are against my tongue."

He hummed in response, still looking at your body.

"I want to taste you Mingi, baby you know how much I love having you inside of me," you said, "taking all of you in."

He groaned once more, closing his eyes to imagine all the things you were mentioning, he was trying his best to hold onto your punishment. And you were your best to not touch him, moaning at the show he was giving you.

With one last long moan, he came thrusting his hips into his hand as he slowed his movement one last time.

He sighed loudly once he stilled, locking eyes with you. You smiled at him and returned it in a loving way. The fondness in his eyes made you almost forget about how mad he was with you.

You got up and grabbed the pack of wet wipes to clean you both up. He gripped your hand pulling you against his sweating naked body. Both of you laying on his bed, silent for a minute before he talked.

"Even though I love having you frustrated, and begging for me to let you cum or touch you," he paused to stroke softly at your shoulder, "Don't ever tease me the way you did today," he warned you.

"But it was funny, right?" you said giggling.

"What did you just say?" he asked, serious, "because I remember you crying out that 'Being a tease is not funny' didn't you?" he mocked you.

You slapped his chest, hiding your face onto his naked torso.

"Plus you don't know how difficult it is to try to hide or walk with a hard-on for hours!"

You laughed at his comment, moving your hips slightly against his, to get a reaction from him.

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The honk from the car waiting outside made you slightly jump from the chair of your vanity. You checked yourself one last time in the mirror before getting out of your room, and outside.

The red car parked in front of your house looked ridiculously expensive and too flashy to your liking. The man driving it rolled down his window, smiling at you and with a brief head movement, signaled you to get into the passenger seat, not taking the time to get out of his car.

Yet, you still returned his smile, the guy was probably nervous for your first date, you thought. After all, he knew as little about as you did about him. It was the first time that you went on a date set up by a friend of yours.

You could at least give them credits, because he was, indeed, pretty good-looking. His dark hair was pushed back in a slick wave, showing his not-so-bad face.

He did not address you a single word apart from “Hi” when you sat inside his car. His gaze was focused on the road ahead and he was not moving a single muscle except for the ones in his hands and legs to drive. The music on the radio was lame, nothing you would have ever listened to, but you blamed it on the fact that it was the radio, not his choice- so not his fault.

After ten minutes- and you had all the time to count and look repeatedly at the clock on the board- you two finally arrived at the restaurant he had chosen. At least the restaurant seemed nice with its traditional Italian front, but it was even better inside. The tables were all impeccable and the dime warm lights gave a welcoming mood to the room

As soon as you entered the place, a clean-looking man in a three-piece tuxedo welcomed you asking for the name of the reservation. The man gave his name with a cocky smile and a weird voice which made you barely wince. The receptionist cleared his throat lightly before nodding and leading you to your designated table which was a bit far from the entrance, almost near the back of the restaurant.

The receptionist held your chair out for you to sit down and you nodded slightly with a little smile, thanking him before he left. As you looked up, you saw that your date was still standing up. You looked at him questioningly.

“Well, isn’t he gonna do the same for me? Why doesn’t he hold my chair for me as well?” he jokingly asked with a goofy laugh.

You looked around you to see if anyone had heard his stupid comment. Thankfully, not many people were around and you simply replied to him with a sufficient smile.

“I’m just joking, obviously” he found important to mention.

“Obviously” you replied.

“Anyways,” he sat down, putting his intertwined hands in front of him, down on the table “You look good!” he added.

“T-thank you?” you answered.

“Yep!” he smiled, “Shall we order?”

“You already know what you want?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m a regular customer here.”

“I see.”

You busied yourself looking at the menu in your hands. The food choice was interesting and tasty at least.

“Good evening dear Sir and Madam, my name is Jungkook, I will be your designated waiter for the night, I aim to make sure you have a pleasant time tonight. So tell me, what can I get started for you?” a masculine voice said, making you look up from the card in your hand.

Now, there’s something else interesting and tasty, you thought.

“Yeah, hi, we’ll take a bottle of fine wine, like a Chatou Letour thing,” your date said without looking at the waiter.

“Pardon me, I think you meant a Chateau Latour, but we don’t have this here, that's a French wine and we serve Italian’s,” the other male said, with the most neutral voice you could imagine.

“Hum...” he laughed awkwardly, “then I’ll take your best wine whatever it is.”

“Well, we have the Barolo Riserva-” he got interrupted by your impatient date.

“Yeah, that will do! I love this one.”

“The one from 2004 or 2007?” the young man asked, not a hint of mockery in his voice.

While you, on the other hand, find it totally amusing that he was always so full of himself and got humbled twice within a minute. The latter finally looked at his interlocutor and blurted an answer randomly.

“2004...With that, add the cheese variety plate, then come back for the rest of your order,” he said, a bit too rudely to your liking.

“I’m actually ready to order, now,” you said.

You looked back at Jungkook who was already looking at you, a daring stare if you may say.

“What can I get for you?” he asked, his voice a bit lower than before.

“I’ll take the pesto Rosso penne, cooked Al Dente,” you said politely, with a faint smile.

The slightest smile formed on his lips as he mentally noted your order.

“I will be back with your orders in a moment,” he said nodding politely at your embarrassing date and sending you the most discreet wink.

The rest of the evening went on with you faking interest in whatever bullshit your date was telling you, while you also found yourself anticipating the next time you would see your attractive waiter.

So you, shamelessly, kept ordering different types of dessert every time you wanted to see his face again, which meant almost every ten minutes. Earning an unnecessary comment from the douche in front of you.

“Damn, you sure like to eat! Leave some for the others, no?” he joked way too loudly,

You looked at him, up and down, without saying anything, making him shift on his spot.

“I’m just kidding, obviously” he laughed.

“Obviously” you repeated.

“I was actually picturing another dessert for us,” he said placing his hand on the table, trying to reach for yours.

You swat his hand away, choking on your food at his declaration. After taking a sip of wine you felt your face heat up. Not because of the near-death experience you were having, but probably because of the presence that was right next to you at that moment.

“Is everything okay, madam?” Jungkook asked, squatting to be face-leveled with you.

His light cologne and the warmth of his body close to yours invaded your senses, you could rip off his clothes right on the spot if it wasn't going to make a scene in such a restaurant.

You locked eyes with him for a minute, your mouth dry despite the drink you just had and your mind blurry from all those simultaneous thoughts you were having.

“She’s fine, just bring her another glass of wine!” said the annoying man you had to put up with the whole night.

“If I may, I think a glass of water you be better...” the waiter suggested.

“What? Who do you think-” you interrupted the asshole.

“Yeah, a glass of water, it would be perfect, thank you.” You said as you dared to place your hand on the waiter’s thigh.

You felt him tense under your palm before he got up and went into the kitchens. You carefully watched the way his body swayed while he walked, the way his shirt fitted perfectly enough to let you imagine his back muscles. You wanted him, you had been wanting him for the past hour and even though you made sure to let him know, with your smiles, light finger brushing now and then, he did not seem to return any action, but you could, somehow, feel that the feeling-the attraction was reciprocated.

“I think I need to go to the restroom,” you said, looking at your date directly in the eyes for the first time.

“Sure, they are about to close anyway,” he excitedly nodded, “Go and take your time, I will pay and wait for you outside, okay?” he smiled as he looked at you get up.

You nodded slightly, annoyed that would pay for everything and also that he got the wrong idea. You knew his excitement was from his thinking that he would get the ‘dessert’ he mentioned earlier, but if it meant giving you some time for what you had in mind, be it then.

As soon as you reached the kitchens doors, Jungkook came out of it, a glass full of water in one hand and a bucket of ice in the other. He looked at you, troubled to see you there, and not at your table. You gently grabbed the glass and did the same with his shirt, drawing him closer to you as you slowly walked backward, in the direction to the restrooms’ hallway.

You came to a halt when your back got to the wall, the light there was really faint and the maroon walls only helped with the somber, intimate mood that was prevailing.

You took a long sip from the glass, not breaking eye contact with the handsome man that staying right in front of you. He gulped while studying your every move until your lips were no longer on the edge of the crystal.

“Madam I-” he tried to speak but you pushing the same glass towards his lips made him quiet and he took a sip while looking at you still.

His gaze became dark and the way he drank made it impossible for you to restrain yourself any longer. So you quickly took the glass away from him, making some drops pour down his lips and chin.

Without hesitation, you leaned your face towards his, licking the drops along his chin, jaw, and finally his lips- which he parted for you to go further. The kiss was both hurried and intense. He kept groaning into your mouth while his unoccupied hand roamed over your side. You used your empty hand to move his to your ass, making him grab it harder.

The groan he finally let out made you dizzy so you backed up a little and slowly dropped to your knees to place the glass down. The way he looked down at you made your panties wetter than you could have imagined. 

Your hands worked on their own to unbutton his plants. He placed his hand on top of yours, merely trying to prevent you from doing more.

“I-I really don't think we should do that...madam,” he whispered, still looking at you with a desire-filled gaze.

You smiled at him and gave him your name, thinking that it would be useful for what was to come.

Gently, you removed his hand from yours, resuming your task and lowering his pants along with his underwear. Not to your surprise but mostly to your contentment he was already as hard as they come.

You took the ice bucket from his hand putting it down on the floor, next to you, before taking an ice cube into your mouth. You let the drops fall onto his burning member, making him shiver at the sensation. Soon enough, the cube had melted enough for you to take him into your mouth. His instant reaction was to throw his head back at the coldness of your mouth and grab your hair with both hands.

You sucked him as if it was the last thing you had to do of your day, your tong swirling around him, and your cheeks hollowing from time to time to give him the most senses as possible. It did not take long for him to start thrusting into your mouth, his hands tugging at your hair every time you moaned around his dick.

You could feel him close, the way his thrusts were getting more intense yet sloppy, but you did not want him to finish so soon. So, with a loud slurping sound, you moved your head back, leaving him breathless as he looked at you with more confusion.

“Even though I would love t see you cum like this, I think we can both have more fun, don’t you think?” you said almost chuckling at his lost state.

He helped you get up and dropped to his knees as soon as you were standing, reaching for your thighs but you stopped him in his track.

“That’s not what I meant, Jungkook” you tsked.

The way his name rolled off your tongue made him twitch and he was the one who could not take it anymore. He grabbed a melting ice cube and put it in his mouth as he got up and pressed his body against yours. Tiptoeing the best you could, you grabbed the back of his neck, closing the little space between you, kissing him for the second time, the ice in his mouth only adding to the sensuality of the moment. 

Jungkook lowered his head, dragging the ice down your neck and towards your exposed cleavage, the cool sensation made you quiver a little as you placed your hands in his hair. You heard a crashing noise coming from the kitchen, which made you freeze on your spot, but not him. He kept going with his ministration, In fact, he had you so distracted that you did not notice one of his hands going between your legs until he got his fingers pressing against your clothed core.

You whimpered when you felt two of his fingers move the piece of clothing to the side, slightly grazing at your entrance but not getting them in. He looked you in the eyes, silently asking for your permission until you nodded and whispered a small “please” that he eventually got to it.

The slow and delicious stretch made you throw your head against his shoulder, he kept a steady pace with his hand, palm rubbing against your sensitive bud. The mixed feels were getting to your head and you were trying your best not to make too much noise for anyone in the near area to hear. He was way too good with his hands, so good that you felt your orgasm nearing, but that was not what you wanted.

You took it upon you to make him stop, pushing his hand away. That's when you noticed that his pants were still hanging low around his knees.

“I want you to fuck me,” you told him shamelessly, taking off your underwear.

He could have come on the spot just from your words and the way you pronounced them. He shimmed his pants to fall lower until his ankles and pressed you against the wall before lifting your leg and placing it around his hips. With one swift motion, he entered you with ease. The act drew out a moan from both of you, the contact you were craving finally happening.

With the way his brows furrowed, you could see that he was trying his best to remain silent and not give in too quickly.

“Fuck...you’re so good...” you moaned in his ear, for only him to hear.

“Yeah?” he whimpered, “You like that?” he asked.

You hummed, digging your nails into his shoulders as he pounded more forcefully into you.

“You like being fucked in public places?” he said groaning, “So that you can get caught? Getting caught fucking your waiter? Being pathetically fucked, yeah?” he spat.

His words were so different from the persona he had been so far, that it made you clench hard around him, making him groan into your breast. He lifted you, both legs around him this time as you closed your eyes, taking in every thrust of his hips. Soon, you felt a familiar hot wave forming in your stomach, as Jungkook kept his pace fast and steady.

His arm that was around your waist helped keep you in place as you started to become a whining mess around him. His other hand came close to his mouth as he licked his thumb obscenely before he pressed it against your clit, drawing tight circles on it. The small scream that came out of your mouth surprised you both so he made you quiet by pushing his lips against your for the third time that night.

You lazily kissed him back as you reached your climax, feeling hot waved going through every cell of your being. He held you firmly against the wall as you came, slowing the movement of his finger against your clit but never slowing his thrusts. Seconds later, he was the one to reach his high, mumbling your name repeatedly against your lips while he got out of you, coming on your thigh.

“I’m so sorry, let me clean you up,” he said, breathless.

He put you back to your feet, your legs almost giving out. You were shocked by the sudden change of behavior but did not get to think much of it when you both heard voices approaching.

You quickly put your panties back on and he got dressed as fast as you did. The voices faded away, not coming in your direction. Jungkook sighed loudly, taking the napkins he had in his back pocket, damping them with the remaining water and swiping them over your stained skin.

“Thank you...” you said as he got back up, everything back in his hands.

“What for?” he asked with a shy yet smug smile.

“This? The service? Everything, I guess,” you replied, placing a hand on his shoulder.

His smile got wider, his eyes almost disappearing and that's when you noticed how innocent he could look with his bunny smile. You took out your phone, handing it to him as you expected him to put his number in it.

He gladly took it and registered his phone number in it, writing “The Waiter” as his contact name. With a wink he went back into the kitchens, earning groans from his coworkers who were almost done with the dishes and who were complaining about his little absence.

You went back to your table, grabbing your stuff and heading outside, the douchebag was still there to your misfortune. He was sitting inside his car, looking at his reflection on the rear-view mirror until he saw you, he gestured with his head for you to get inside. You scoffed, calling an Uber to take you home.

While waiting for your cab, you went to your added contact and sent him a message.

To: The Waiter [10:37pm]: Thanks again...for everything

It only took two minutes before you got your reply.

From: the Waiter [10:39pm]: I told you

From: The Waiter [10:40pm]: I aim to make sure you have a pleasant time tonight