Changbin's Cumrag🐰🐷

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you're chan's favourite destress toy, that much is obvious. every time he comes home from a long day at work, he knows it'll be worthwhile because you'll be there waiting with open arms and your wet hole longing to be filled up. he'll even take you right then and there in the living room sometimes, making sure everyone around you two knows exactly whose name you're screaming. certain days when he's had it particularly bad though, he'll collar you up and attach a leash to it that he can pull back on, bending you over with your ass up in the air as he slams himself into you repeatedly. it gives him immense pride to have that sense of control over you, to be able to manoeuvre you into whatever position he desires. if he's feeling especially mean, he'll edge you until you're crying into the sheets, cooing at how fucked out you look, knowing he's the only one who can make you feel that way.

"please.. i wan' cum, please." you slur out mindlessly, drool dripping down your mouth as chan slowly drags his cock in and out of you, its mushroom tip pressing deliciously against that spot inside. your boyfriend just chuckles from behind you, his hand yanking on the leash that's tied to your collar which makes you lean back in an instant. his hand sneaks down to grip himself as he pulls out for the nth time, and you whine at the loss of fullness in you, bottom lip jutting out as he slaps the head of his cock against your clit. "yeah, princess? you wanna cum? wanna cum all over daddy's dick?" he mocks you, laughing sadistically when you desperately nod your head. he continues to rub up your little nub, and you're soon about to fall over the edge, gratitude on your lips when he suddenly stops. "oh, baby, you're not cumming that easily tonight." chan growls, causing you to shiver under his hold as he pushes you back onto the bed. it looks like you're in for a long night.

⥽ … LEE MINHO: 

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you love pissing minho off. it's one of the little things in life that gives you so much pleasure, aside from when your boyfriend fucks you, of course. minho, on the other hand, doesn't take lightly to your teasing at all. on days where you're acting out by wearing revealing clothes in front of his friends or sitting too close to one of them for his liking, he'll drag you out with some lame excuse and a clenched jaw, mumbling something about how you're both going home now. he doesn't even care that you're probably smug by the end of it, because that feeling of triumph soon dissipates when he has you bent over his lap, veiny hands kneading the plush of your ass before he's landing a harsh smack on it. he'll spank you and make you count your punishment, and if you lose track, he'll just have to start all over again.

"fucking slut." minho tsk's, cold fingers running themselves against the bruised skin of your butt. he takes a moment to admire his work, tracing the red imprints of his hand on your ass and even the outline of your white panties, which are absolutely soaked by now. "min, please! 'm sorry, it won't happen again." you cry out, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes although you can't see it. another series of repeated spanks land on you, and you yelp in response, legs kicking up from the stinging impact. your body burns by now, every touch minho provides it leaving behind a searing sensation, but you know your boyfriend is far from done with you. "we both know that's a damn lie." he clicks his tongue. "you're always acting out, so it seems like i gotta really start putting you in your place, hm?" you're about to protest when he smacks again, drawing a sob from you; the sound goes straight to his core. he licks his lips, a smirk stretched across them as he readies his palm once more. "now, stop crying and start counting, whore."

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it's no secret that minho is a certified ass man. he loves you, but god does he love your ass just as much. everything about it sends him reeling, from the way it's accentuated in the clothes you wear, to the plump flesh of it that jiggles every time he's got you on your hands and knees. you'd argue he puts you in this position at least once every time you two fuck because knowing your boyfriend, he just wants to watch the way you push back on him when he's bottomed out inside you. he'll give you a few smacks here and there on it too, kneading the skin in his palms before he's snapping his hips into yours. most of the time, he'll refuse to cum inside of you, instead pulling out just before he tips over the edge to release all over your behind and back. you're not complaining though, you love the feeling of his seed dripping over it just as much as he does.

"mm, shit, you look so good right now, kitten." minho groans from behind you, cockhead practically battering your cervix with the way he's shoving himself in and out of you. your whines are high in pitch with how he's fucking you, and you stutter to speak when you try and respond. "y-you say that every time." you eventually manage to heave out, and minho chuckles breathlessly, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass in them as he bites his lip, moaning lowly at the way it bounces back against his dick. "can't help it. you're too hot." he grunts, pistoning his hips at a frenzied pace that knocks the breath out of your lungs. it only takes a matter of minutes before you're both cumming, loud noises filling the room as minho pulls out just in time so he can splatter his release all over your backside. his thumb dips into the seed that now decorates your ass, and he swipes to collect it, pushing it into your mouth. a grin decorates his face as you suck on it. "atta girl."

⥽ … SEO CHANGBIN: 

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changbin is a gym fanatic through and through, and with his rigorous work out routine eventually came his well-built physique, chiselled and bulked up to the point you think you would barely recognise his past self. it refects in the way he walks, talks and holds himself; he loves his strength and he loves showing it off, especially to you. that's why every time you're both entangled in his sheets, it results in him urging you to stand up before hoisting you in his arms. some days he'll hold you in them and bounce you up and down his cock, relishing in the way your cries echo through the room alongside the slapping of skin. other days, he'll toss you around and headlock you as he pounds you from behind, groaning filth in your ear as he pushes you to the edge of tipping. either way, you love what he does, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"hng, so strong, binnie!" you wail, hands clutching your boyfriend's broad back and shoulders as your nails dig into his soft skin, sure to leave marks the next day. changbin just grunts at your sounds of pleasure, too immersed in fucking you onto his cock in your current position. he's got you clinging onto him for dear life as he enters you repeatedly, pride blooming in his chest when you acknowledge how hot it is that he can pick you up so effortlessly. "y-yeah, pretty? like when binnie fucks you like this?" he stutters slightly, too wrapped up in how your pussy clings to his girth. you nod your head rapidly, babbling about how close you are and how hard you're going to cum, spraying all over your boyfriend in due time when he slams into that spot hidden inside you. you're not even given a chance to recover afterwards, changbin manhandling you onto the bed on your stomach before he's sinking back inside. "just a little more, baby. binnie's gotta cum too, okay?" he's whining, and you keen despite the sting of overstimulation rushing through, not knowing you're going to end up letting him use you for another hour.

link two.

you've always known changbin is a romantic at heart, his soft-spoken nature despite the daunting aura he gives off due to his frame often sending your brain spiralling. it gives you whiplash, the way he treats you. some days he'll fuck you like he hates you, growling dirty comments to your face and spitting in your mouth as you shake through an orgasm. other days, however, he'll craddle you in his arms, caging your body underneath him as he rocks his hips against yours in deep, fluid motions. one of his favourite things to do during these instances is hold your hand. he loves the feeling of your fingers lacing through his, holding onto him as he delivers sharp strokes inside of you. something about it feels so raw, like both your souls are intertwined in one big hug. he'll kiss you dizzy, burying his face into your neck as you both whimper 'i love you's' to each other.

"baby.. fuck, baby." changbin moans, his breath fanning hot against the sticky skin of your shoulder from where he's nosed himself in. his hand clings to yours amidst his movements, and you mewl loudly when he thrusts particularly deep inside of you. "i love you. love you so much, my baby. my pretty, perfect angel." your boyfriend pants, head moving to bring his lips to yours in a messy meeting. it's filled with so much love and care, your mouths moulding perfectly against one another's as you exchange kisses. your stomach feels like it's filled with butterflies, but you're not sure if that's because of how fucking in love you are with him or because of changbin rocking his hips into you. either way, you pull apart from him, trying to say it back in the middle of your noises of pleasure. "l-love you so much, binnie. fuck, you always give it to me so good." you praise, and changbin visibly shivers, burying his face back where it was between your neck to continue making love to you until at last, you're both coming undone together.

⥽ … HWANG HYUNJIN: 

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one thing you adore about your precious lover boy is his mouth. his pretty, plump lips that kiss your tears away, or his dangerously addictive tongue that's always finding it's way between your thighs when he feels like it, which is basically all the time. hyunjin can't help that you taste so sweet, or how you're always so perfectly wet for him by the time he's journeyed down to your legs where you truly need him. he'll spend hours buried between them, parting you with his slender fingers and holding you open for him to lick into. he finds extreme satisfaction in the way you push back against his body when he's having a go at you, too weak to move him in your futile efforts of running away from his mouth once he's had you cum twice without stopping. he'll continue anyways though, because to him, there's no better treat after a long day.

"hyunie, s-slow down." you whimper, the lewd suckling sounds of your clit being wrapped in your boyfriend's mouth resonating through the room as he messily eats you out. his movements are filled with fervour and desperation, something you'll never get used to experiencing despite how long you've been together. each time almost always feels like you're starring in some obscene porno with the way hyunjin always drawls out the most nasty sounds from you. this instance is no different either, because before you can even react, you're spraying droplets of clear liquid on his face, your boyfriend groaning into you at the feeling of you squirting on him. he cleans it all up with great pleasure, breathing heavily as he finally rises from his position to slot himself between your legs. his lips find yours in a dirty kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. "you're insatiable." you murmur when he pulls away, and hyunjin chuckles, mouth hovering over your jaw as you tremble at his next words. "not my fault my baby's got the tastiest cunt in the world."

link two.

hyunjin is a freak through and through. you've known for a while that he gets off on all sorts of things, and one of them is primarily the risk of being sneaky in public, regardless if it's planned or not. there have been one too many occasions of the latter where you've both been out on a date together with you looking a little too good, too good to the point that the waiter starts flirting with you and leaving hyunjin seething. it's only high time after that until he's dragging you out of the restaurant and into his backseat, too lazy to even undress properly before he's sinking inside of you to fuck you as he sees red. he'll get so possessive too, groaning how you're his and his only whilst pulling you back by your hair. it's true that your boyfriend is a big lover, but when times come down to this, he'll drill into you like he absolutely loathes you.

"dirty slut, letting me fuck you where anyone can see. you'd even let that server find you like this, wouldn't you?" hyunjin grits out, his sweat dripping onto your back as he shoves his long length in you. you're sure the windows are fogged up by now, his car rocking with his movements, but neither of you care about that. "n-no, only want you to see. just you, hyune." you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his cock slams in you with each thrust. your boyfriend lets out a low moan at your words, yanking you back by your hair to lick at your neck. "that's right, princess. only i get to look at this pussy, hm? only i can f-fuck it right, yeah?" he grunts, slender fingers coming up to wrap around your throat as you nod shakily, taking a deep breath as hyunjin squeezes slightly. "gonna cum in this cunt and fill you up with my babies so everyone knows who you belong to. then, i'm taking you straight home to fuck you full again. got that?"

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CHRISTOPHER: FAT ASS: chan’s hands tighten around your hips, sliding slowly down to cup the full curve of your ass, palms warm and heavy with hunger. his lips press soft kisses along the rounded flesh, teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you shiver and arch into him. with deliberate care, he spreads your cheeks wide, tongue flicking teasingly between them, tasting you with thick, wet strokes that leave you trembling. his cock slams deep from behind, each thrust powerful and calculated, his hands never leaving your ass as he pulls you closer, burying himself deeper. every smack echoes with ownership and raw need, your body bouncing in time with his brutal rhythm. the way you clench and writhe beneath him drives his growls louder, voice low and possessive as he marks you completely. “this ass is mine. every inch belongs to me.” BIG TITS: chan pins you to the couch, one knee between your thighs as his hands push your bra up with urgency. he groans at the sight, immediately wrapping his lips around one nipple, sucking with messy hunger while his other hand squeezes the other breast, fingers digging into the softness like he’s trying to memorize it. his thrusts grind into your clothed core while he shifts between them, dragging his tongue down the valley of your chest, murmuring low praises between suckling kisses. you whimper as his teeth gently graze your skin, and he just chuckles against your chest, breath warm and heavy. “can’t believe how perfect these are.”

MINHO: FAT ASS: minho settles behind you with slow, intentional movements, his hands moving from your waist to the heavy swell of your ass. he spreads your cheeks wide, breathing out hard through his nose as he watches you clench and twitch under his gaze. he leans in to kiss along the curve, teeth grazing your skin before his tongue slides between with one long, wet lick. his fingers dig in as he tastes you, his voice low and breath hot as he pulls back just enough to position himself. once he’s inside you, he fucks you with precise, punishing rhythm, each thrust hitting deep as your ass bounces back against him. his hands squeeze your cheeks roughly, then slap one side hard just to watch the recoil. he moans as he watches the ripple, biting down on his lip before speaking, voice soaked in lust. BIG TITS: minho’s smirk fades into something darker the moment your shirt drops, his eyes locked on your bare chest like he’s just discovered a new obsession. his hands come up immediately, rough palms cupping your breasts with a greedy kind of tenderness, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they harden. he licks his lips, then dips his head without a word, his mouth closing around one nipple in a slow, wet suck that makes his eyes flutter shut. he sucks deeply, tongue flicking across the peak before switching to the other with no less focus. his hands squeeze and knead like he’s testing how much of you he can take in at once. when he finally fucks you, he never lets go of your chest. his fingers pressing into the soft flesh while he thrusts hard and fast, loving the way your tits bounce under his hands.

CHANGBIN: FAT ASS: changbin is shameless. he doesn’t just look, he stares. any time you’re walking away, especially in those tight shorts or leggings, he slows down just to watch. “jesus, babe,” he mutters under his breath like it physically pains him. his hands are always on you, grabbing a handful when you bend over, pulling you back into his lap when you pass by, just so he can squeeze and groan. when you’re cuddling, his palm will drift lower and settle right on your ass like it belongs there. and when you ride him? he loses his mind. the way your ass bounces in his lap has him grabbing at your hips, groaning through gritted teeth, trying not to finish too fast. “you feel fucking insane,” he’ll growl, head thrown back. he’s vocal, too. filthy praise in your ear the whole time. out in public, he’ll play it off with a smirk and a wink, but the moment you two are alone, he’s dropping to his knees, face buried between your thighs, fingers digging into that ass like he can’t get enough. BIG TITS: changbin is obsessed in the most sincere way. like he’s grateful for your chest every single time he sees you. he stares without even trying to be subtle. eyes dropping the second you walk in wearing something low-cut or tight. “you look… fuck,” he says, like words just fail him. when he hugs you, he squeezes you tight and buries his face in your chest for a second longer than necessary. during lazy mornings, you’ll catch him staring while you stretch, biting his lip, completely entranced. he’s always touching, even if it’s soft. palms brushing your breasts when he helps you dress, or cupping them gently while you lie on top of him. during sex, he’s got both hands full, kneading and sucking like he’s desperate, like he wants to leave marks. “so perfect,” he mumbles against your skin. and if you tease him. press them against his face or grind them down over his mouth. he goes red, flustered and hard as hell, begging in that low voice of his, completely at your mercy.

HYUNJIN: FAT ASS: hyunjin stares openly as you undress in front of him, gaze locked on the way your ass spills out of your panties. he reaches out, pulling you into his lap before laying you on your stomach, climbing behind you and sliding his hands down the backs of your thighs. he spreads you wide and kisses the top of your ass, then drags his tongue between your cheeks without a word, savoring how you jolt at the feeling. his hips snap forward once he’s inside you, and every deep thrust makes your ass slap back against him, echoing through the room. “look at this fuckin’ view… unreal.” BIG TITS: hyunjin’s jaw slackens as you straddle his lap, your bare chest catching his full attention. he sits up immediately, tongue darting out to lick over your nipple before sucking it in with slow, sultry hunger. his hands come up to cradle both breasts, thumbs brushing lightly as he watches you squirm under his mouth. his hips start rolling upward, cock rubbing against you while he sucks a little harder, his teeth barely grazing your skin. one hand trails down to your thighs while the other stays locked to your chest, still playing with you as he groans softly. “i want your tits in my mouth every night.”

HAN: FAT ASS: jisung’s mouth literally drops every time you show off that ass. like, zero shame, just stunned admiration. “you’re doing this on purpose,” he whines, chasing after you like a dog with a bone. he’ll press against you in the kitchen, groaning into your neck, hands already grabbing and squeezing while he rocks his hips against you. when he gets you alone, he’ll lay you down and crawl on top like he can’t wait. he spreads your cheeks with both hands, lets out a broken laugh, and dives in. messy, tongue deep, moaning like he’s tasting something forbidden. and when you ride him reverse? he loses it. he grips your ass, breathing loud, watching it bounce while he begs under his breath. “fuck- just like that. i can’t even think.” BIG TITS: jisung’s always looking. over his phone, mid-convo, even in public. you’ll catch his eyes dropping like a reflex, and he’ll just grin like, “what? can you blame me?” he loves teasing, too. resting his head in your lap just to look up your shirt, or burying his face between your tits with an exaggerated sigh. “this is heaven,” he says, like he means it. but when he’s turned on, it gets filthy. he pulls your top down and immediately sucks your nipple into his mouth, wet and desperate, one hand kneading your chest while the other slips between your legs. when you’re on top of him, tits bouncing right in his face, he groans like he’s being tortured. lips parted, eyes locked, voice wrecked. “i’m gonna come just watching you.”

FELIX: FAT ASS: felix can’t help himself. he’s sweet, sure. but the second you turn around in those tight shorts, he’s letting out a breath like you knocked the wind out of him. “baby…” he groans, eyes wide and full of worship. he’s touchy in the most innocent ways. hands ghosting over your hips, resting just under the curve of your ass when you sit beside him, or pulling you back into him under the covers at night, murmuring soft praises against your neck. but when he’s turned on? different story. he’ll spread you out on the bed and just stare for a second, biting his lip like he’s trying to keep it together. “you’re so pretty back here,” he whispers, trailing his hands over your ass like he’s touching something holy. when you grind back on him, he whimpers. full-on, breathless, desperate whines in your ear while he grips your waist and begs for more. when you ride him in reverse, he’s grabbing handfuls, eyes rolling back, muttering broken things like, “fuck-please don’t stop, i can’t take it.” BIG TITS: felix gets flustered fast. you catch him staring all the time. when you’re leaning over the sink, stretching in the morning, or changing in front of him with zero shame. he tries to look away, to be polite, but he always ends up blushing and mumbling something like, “they’re just so… yeah.” he loves lying between your tits, resting his head there while you play with his hair, humming happily. but when things get heated, that soft energy flips. his voice drops, hands sliding up your sides with slow intent until he’s cupping your breasts, squeezing gently, watching your nipples harden under his fingers. he’ll lower his mouth and suck one in, moaning quietly like he’s tasting something sweet. when you’re on top of him, tits bouncing while you ride him slow, he looks up at you like you’re unreal. eyes glassy, lips parted, whispering, “you’re so fucking pretty like this.” he worships every inch with his mouth, tongue tracing curves like a man in love.

SEUNGMIN: FAT ASS: seungmin’s quiet about it, but he notices. every time. when you walk past in leggings, he just hums under his breath and gives a little nod like he’s taking mental notes. but when you’re alone, that soft-spoken control slips a little. he grabs your hips from behind when you’re at the counter, presses into you until you can feel just how hard he’s getting. “you know what you’re doing,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. he loves having you bent over. flat on the bed, knees apart, your ass in the air. he always takes a second to stare, running his palms over your skin, smirking to himself before he lines up. once he’s inside, he grips tight and fucks slow, watching the way you bounce back on him, breathing getting heavier with every slap of skin. if you try to move off him, he just pulls you back with a low “nah, stay right here.” he doesn’t say much, but his hands and body do all the talking. and the message’s clear: he lives for this view. BIG TITS: seungmin acts unbothered. always calm, always in control. but his eyes always linger a little longer on your chest when you’re in something tight or low-cut. and when you call him out? he just gives a soft smirk and goes, “they’re nice. i’m looking.” it’s worse when you’re cuddling. his hand will slip under your shirt, resting there casually, thumb brushing slowly under the curve. he gets more vocal when he’s worked up, hands all over you, tugging your top down and immediately latching his mouth to your tits like he’s starved. his tongue works slowly, deliberately, groaning when you arch into him. “you make it really hard to behave,” he murmurs, mouthing over your nipple, teasing with gentle bites. during sex, he’ll hold your breasts as you ride him, thumbs circling lazily while he watches you with hooded eyes. when he finishes, it’s always with his head pressed between your tits, breathless and completely ruined.

JEONGIN: FAT ASS: jeongin pretends not to stare. he really tries. but every time you bend over, or walk past in those little shorts, he’s chewing his lip and shifting in his seat. he gets so red when you catch him, fumbling for words like, “i wasn’t- i mean, i was, but-” and then goes quiet. but when you’re in his lap, grinding down, teasing like it’s nothing? he stops pretending. his hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your ass, breath catching every time you move. “fuck… just like that,” he gasps, eyes wide and voice shaky. once he’s inside you, he’s desperate. thrusts messy, lips parted, eyes fixed on how your ass bounces when he pulls you back down. he groans so loud when you sit all the way, letting your weight sink into his lap, hands smoothing over the curve like he can’t believe it’s real. “you’re gonna kill me,” he whines, half-laughing, half-ruined. BIG TITS: jeongin stares without even realizing it, eyes going straight to your chest like it’s instinct. he’s shy about it. face flushed when you catch him looking, stumbling through excuses like, “i wasn’t trying to- it’s just hard not to…” and then going completely silent when you lean closer on purpose. when you cuddle, he gets clingy. head on your chest, arms wrapped around you tight, cheek smushed into the softness like he’s at peace. when things get heated, though, his hands tremble a little at first, brushing over your tits like he’s still in awe. but the second you moan, he’s hooked. he sucks your nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking and lips wet, groaning quietly like it turns him on more than you. during sex, he’ll cup your breasts with both hands, watching them bounce every time he thrusts up, eyes glassy and voice completely wrecked. “you’re so hot,” he breathes, like he’s dizzy from the view.

Changbin and yourself had a good sex life. A great one even. He’s loving, caring, and always so attentive to your needs. Are you absolutely in love with your gentle, doting boyfriend of 6 months? Yes. No doubt about it. Do you sometimes wish, after a long day at work, and a evening of lovingly staring at his biceps as he cooks you dinner, that he would fuck you through a mattress? Also yes. But you would never complain about it, nor did you feel like you were confident enough to bring it up.

So when you come home early from work one day, finding a pouting Changbin on the edge of the couch surrounded by his giggly band mates, you’re not expected to be dragged into the conversation so quickly.

“Ah! There’s the woman that can answer this question truthfully, and finally put the debate to bed.” says Hyunjin, a smirk on his face as he sees you close the front door behind you. You turn to take off your shoes as you hear a slightly mumbled, “It wasn’t much of a debate.” from someone you couldn’t put your finger on, but you were pretty sure it was Minho.

You move to put your work bag on the dining room table, making your way around to sit on the arm of the couch beside your boyfriend, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of his very blushy cheek. You hear a giggle from Jeongin as Seungmin presses close to him, whispering something in his ear while looking at the two of you.

“What’s happening?” you asked, bringing your arm to sit on top of Changbin’s broad shoulder.

Your boyfriend let out a sigh before trying to tell you about the last hour of his life. Trying being the optimal word as he was promptly cut off by a couple of his members for ‘not telling it right’.

“We were browsing tweets and such that Stay were posting, and came across something called a ‘most likely to least likely’.” Felix started to explain.

“They were fun, we were all having fun seeing how accurate or not they were for us in real life,” continued Jisung, making a pointed face at Changbin when he said ‘all’.

“Then of course, Stay being Stay, there were sexual ones. They were funny for the most part, surprisingly accurate, but not all of our fans could come to mutual agreements on that many things,” Hyunjin took over.

“Apart from one thing,” Seungmin said with a grin.

“Okay? What has this got to do with me?” you asked, feeling your boyfriend’s shoulders tense under your hand, him letting out a sigh and pulling his hands up to shield his still glowing red face.

“Well, the one thing that pretty much all of Stay can agree upon is that our Binnie here, is a sub. And a big softie in bed.” Seungmin answered, his grin getting even bigger.

You look down at your boyfriend’s face, seeing his pout growing even bigger on his lips, the blush still present on his cheeks. You’re at a loss for words. Your sex life is definitely not something you discuss with people, Changbin being famous and all. But never did you think you would be discussing your sex life with his own members.

“And what do I have to do with this?” you asked, trying your best to save yourself from this conversation.

“Well, Changbin testifies that he is not just soft and gentle in bed, and definitely not submissive.” Jisung answers, causing laughs from many in the group as Changbin turned his head to look up at you.

“And who better to answer truthfully but the only other person involved in those activities,” finished Hyunjin, looking gleefully, waiting for your answer.

“You absolutely do not have to answer that,” Chan cuts in, ever playing the leader role, trying to save them all from having you involved in this conversation, but he gets ‘sshh’ed quickly by Seungmin with a slightly condescending tone, “We want to know if baby Changbin is lying or not.”

You stutter over your words, your own blush beginning to build now on your cheekbones as you can't seem to meet Changbin’s desperate eye contact from beside you, the floor looking incredibly interesting to you right now.

“I, uh, hmm,” you hesitate, causing an uproar from most of his band mates.

“SEE! I knew I was right!” someone shouts to the rest of the group, but you tried to block them out when you see your boyfriend’s questioning look staring up at you more intently now.

“Wait, what?” he asked, fully turned in his seat now.

“No, no, no. Hold on. I don’t know how to word this right,” you replied quickly, trying to soothe your boyfriend’s panic, “You’re not submissive in bed, although you definitely love it a lot when I ride you,” you explain, quieter now so hopefully only he can hear you, “But you’re not rough? It’s not too fiery or…passionate?” you answer as a question, definitely unsure about your wording.

“Damn hyung, that's harsh,” says Jisung, face awkwardly scrunching at your words.

“Not passionate?!?” your boyfriend asks, voice getting a little louder than before.

“Wait, no, that's definitely not the right word. I, uh, fuck.” The boys can't help but laugh at your inability to make this situation better, digging yourself a hole you are struggling to get out of.

You sighed, deciding to be honest, screw the audience you definitely shouldn't have for this conversation. “Okay, look. You are a softie in bed,” you turn to Changbin seriously now, throwing a look at the boys when they let out a laugh at your statement. “But I love that you're gentle with me. You're caring and kind, and I adore that about you.”

His blush has made all the way up to his ears now. He grabs a pillow to hide his face in and leans back into the couch. “And here I thought our bedroom life was unbelievable, god I’m stupid.”

“Wait, no. No. Stop that right now,” you seize the pillow covering him, grabbing his cheek to make sure he’s looking at you when you talk to him, “It is unbelievable. I always feel loved, you always make me finish first, and your hip game is unmatched. You're just not a rough sex kind of guy, and that's perfectly fine with me.”

His eyes watch your face as you explain to him, his blush ever present but his eyes fill with a type of desire you have not yet seen from your boyfriend when you say the last sentence. There is no reply from him, no words exchanged as he grabs the hand you were cupping his face with, pulling you up from the couch with him, and dragging you down the corridor to your shared bedroom.

“You either go now, or you can hear me prove that I’m not soft in bed. Your choice!” He called over his shoulder at his members, not waiting to listen for any responses before he flicked the lock over on his bedroom door and turned to see you standing in the middle of your bedroom, still dressed in your work uniform.

“Binnie,” you start, going to move closer to him.

“Get on your knees.” he replies bluntly.

“You don’t have to-”

“Now.” he cuts you off with a growl, and you can't help but feel your thighs clench together at his tone, not knowing what to expect from your boyfriend. You lower yourself to your knees in the middle of the floor, the plush rug making it easier for you to try and get comfortable.

He’s still standing near the door, broad shoulders taking up more room than he usually does from your viewpoint on the floor. He’s taking you in, never having seen you on your knees for him before. He’d never asked. Sure you've given him head before, but it's always happened in bed, him feeling too bad to have you on the floor.

He slowly started making his way to you, “You couldn't even have pretended in front of my friends?” he asked, walking behind where you're kneeling. Your eyes began to follow him before he said a firm, “Eyes front.”

Your head snaps forward and you feel his hot breath hitting the back of your neck, the hairs raising slightly at how close he was.

“It’s only been six months, angel. I was holding back, letting us get into a good routine before we started to explore a little more,” he began to explain, his words surprising you, not realising he felt the same as you did. “You always have such a picture perfect princess image, in public and privately with me. Who knew the perfect princess wanted nothing more than to be fucked like the perfect whore.”

The name coming from Changbin’s lips made a shiver run down your spine, your thighs clenching together. Never in a million years would you think your amazing, loving boyfriend would ever call you that, but now you can't help but imagine how your night is going to progress.

He stands up from where he’s crouching behind you, and moves to stand in front of you. His fingers reach down to stroke your cheek gently, goosebumps raising in their wake as he makes his way down your jaw, running a finger along it before stopping just under your chin.

His thumb runs over your bottom lip as a smile creeps onto his lips, “That pretty little mouth of yours,” he says, dipping his thumb past your lips. You greedily suck it in, running your tongue over the digit, sucking lightly as it makes it way further in. 

His voice goes deeper than you've ever heard it, a whisper now as he leans down so you can hear, “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you on your knees like this for me?” you let out a small whimper around his thumb, trying to get any amount of friction between your thighs when he continues, “How many times I’ve thought about fucking your throat every time you put lipstick on, every time you eat a popsicle, everytime you such hickies onto my biceps?”

You let out a proper moan now, sucking his thumb harder, trying to prove that you'll be good for him if he wants to do that. Unfortunately for you, he withdraws his thumb, much to his own amusement when you let out a whine and unconsciously chase after his hand with your lips.

He reaches to pull his shirt over his head, finally letting you see his broad shoulders and strong arms. Moving his fingers down, he toys with the hem of his sweats before pushing both them and his underwear down, throwing them god knows where in the room.

As he stands in front of you, you can't help but watch how his hard cock stands tall against his lower stomach, his tip a deep pink from how much he's been thinking of you, a small drip of precome leaking down the side. You automatically reach out with your finger to catch it, when he grabs your wrist roughly, holding you still. Your breath catching at his strong grip and you look up at him.

“You don't get to just do what you want tonight angel, you have to ask.” he explains, waiting for you to nod before letting your wrist go free. You don't miss the red mark from his grip around it before letting it fall back to your side again. “Good girl.”

He reaches down further to grip the hem of your shirt, pulling it quickly over your head and throwing it with his own abandoned clothes. He unclips your bra from behind your back, leaning over you, his cock getting so close to your lips you could just let your tongue peek out from your lips to touch it but you can’t, not before he discards of your bra too. His eyes roam your now bare breasts, watching as your nipples harden due to the cool air. His hands go back down again now, but this time to your neck, removing the cute scarf that was required with your uniform. He moved it up into your hair, tying a secure knot around your newly fashioned pony tail.

His hand never leaves your hair, now gripping tightly around the scarf, guiding your head closer to his hard cock. Automatically you part your lips to take him in before you remember your new rule for tonight. Asking.

Your eyes flick up to his, “Can I suck you off?” you ask gently, already assuming his answer and moving to lick up his shaft before you feel a tug on your hair, pulling you back a few inches.

He clicks his tongue above you, drawing your eyes back up to his, seeing a slight smugness to his facial expression, authority dripping from him. “I think you're missing a word, princess.”

You let out a sigh, “Seriously?” you say under your breath. His grip tightens in your hair, pulling you back from him properly now, his voice firm. “What was that?”

You feel yourself swallow, letting out a shaky breath, your thighs pressing together, yet again, as you correct your response. “Can I suck you off, please.”

He smirked from above you, loosening his grip on your pony tail, pushing you closer to his cock.

You licked a stripe from his base up to just under his tip, wrapping your lips around him and sucked gently, pulling a hiss from your boyfriend. You start to take him a little bit deeper in your mouth before you feel the hand at the back of your head increase the pressure and push you further down his hard cock until your nose hits his skin, earning a gag from you at the unexpectedness. Never had he pushed your head down on him before, always letting you guide yourself.

After a few short thrusts into the back of your throat, he relaxes his grip on your hair, allowing you to take over the movements. His head was now thrown back, indulging in the feeling of your lips wrapped around him, moans falling from his lips as your tongue runs along the vein on his underside, earning you another thrust into your mouth.

You almost don’t hear him at first when he asks, “Can I fuck your mouth?” But once his question registered, you can't help but let out a whimper. Despite him very definitely being in dom mode right now, he's taken it one step further and is being a proper dom with you, making sure you're comfortable instead of just doing things.

You nod as much as you can, relaxing your throat around him.

“If it's too much, tap my thigh twice,” he says, grasping properly at your pony tail again, firmer this time. He starts pushing your head down on his cock, letting out a low hiss at the feeling. His hips started thrusting into your mouth as his hand pushed from behind your head, feeling his cock hit deeper in your throat than he ever has before.

He lets out a loud, “Oh fuck,” as he presses your head down, your nose hitting his soft skin of his lower stomach again, “Can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me like this. I could have been fucking your pretty little mouth like this the whole time.”

He fucks into your mouth more urgently now, feeling himself getting close. You could feel his grip tighten, his breathing getting rougher, and his thrusts were undoubtedly hitting deeper.

His voice is rugged and uneven when he talks to you. “I’m going to come baby. I’m going to come down that pretty throat of yours, and you're going to take every drop, you understand?”

Your eyes are stinging with tears from where he hits the back of your throat every time, but you manage to make eye contact with him, nodding as best you can. You let out a small hum around his cock in understanding, his hips stuttering at the feeling.

“Fuck baby, you’re so good to me. So good for me. Letting me do what I want to you.” You feel his thrusts speed up before he's pushing the back of your head down fully. Stilling his hips, you feel his release spill over the back of your tongue, coating the back of your throat, his hips thrusting in shallowly before pulling you off his cock.

Despite just coming, it feels as though Changbin has even more energy than before. Pulling you up by your hair, he pushes you down onto the bed on your back. He settles himself beside you, spreading your thighs with one hand and pulls your face to his with the other.

He smashes his lips to yours hungrily, tongue meeting yours with no mercy, masterfully distracting you with his mouth as his fingers trail up the inside of your thigh. His fingers brushed lightly over your now soaked lace panties, pressing down firmly on your clit. He rubs quick circles over it, drinking up all the sweet moans you let out at finally having some relief.

Your head falls back with a whine when he pulls his hand back. But he roughly rucks up your skirt around your hips and pulls your panties down your legs, all but ripping them in two with the intensity of his movements.

“Such a pretty little cunt,” he breathes out, rubbing his fingertips over your folds, rubbing two short circles over your clit before plunging two fingers deep inside you, mercilessly fucking into you with his fingers. The sudden motion has you moving your hands quickly from your sides to grasp tightly at his bicep, your nails digging in as his digits meet that spot inside you that makes you see stars over and over again.

You feel yourself getting closer to your high quicker than you’d like to admit. Rubbing your thighs together so much while you sucked him off definitely playing a massive part in that. You can't help yourself, “Please.” you whined out.

“Please what baby?” he asked, smirk undeniable on his face.

“Please can I come?” your voice trembled.

“Already?” he replied with a breathy chuckle.

“Please Bin, please let me come.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he pressed a kiss to your lips before moving his fingers at a ruthless pace, the palm of his hand now bumping your clit with each thrust.

He feels your walls squeezing around him hard before your high hits you like a truck, your legs clamping around his arm, moans tumbling out of your lips as he contines to finger fuck you through your orgasm.

As soon as he feels your breathing even out, he grasps onto your skirt around your waist, pulling it down and throwing it on the floor with the rest of the discarded clothes, you now completely bare in front of him. He lets out a low growl at your state before gripping your hips tightly, flipping you onto your tummy now, pulling your hips up and pushing your head into the soft pillows below you. He let his hand land on your ass gently, giving it a harsh squeeze in appreciation at how good you look under him.

You're anticipating him to push into you now, feeling yourself tense up when instead you feel his warm breath ghost over your core. He presses a kiss over your wet folds, running his tongue down to flick over your clit. A moan of overstimulation leaves your lips and your hips try to move away from the glorious feeling of his mouth.

You let out a sharp breath when you feel his hand come down hard on your ass a couple of times. “Stay still.”

“I can't Bin. I really can't." you reply, whining when you feel another harsh smack on your other cheek now.

“I know you have another one for me. Come on, I'm not done yet.” he says, leaving a final spank on you before leaning down again and eating you out like a man starved.

He sucks your clit hard, making your toes curl and your walls clench around nothing. The slight pain of overstimulation now turning into pleasure as you can't help but push your hips back into his face, grinding down onto his tongue before he lightly pinches at your side to stop your movements. He licks up and darts his tongue around your folds, fucking it into you shallowly before making his way back down to your clit, teasing you now, flicking lightly over it just to hear you whine for him. “No no no, please.”

“Please what?”

“I need more. I need your cock.” you answer with a moan.

You feel his lips curl into a smirk against your cunt as he replies, “Too bad.” and pulls your hips back forcefully against his mouth, sucking your clit with nothing to lose now. He can feel your tight hole clenching around nothing, feeling you getting closer with every swipe of his tongue.

He can feel you holding back your high, wanting to ask him if you are allowed to come, but not able to get your words out with the pleasure, only hearing a mixture of breathy moans and sharp intakes of breath as you try to ask him.

He lets out an almost indiscernible laugh against you, “Come for me princess.” was all it took to throw you over the edge again. He flicks his tongue against your clit, gradually slowing, allowing you to come down from your high slowly, sucking hard one last time just to hear a high pitched whine from you before situating himself on his knees behind you.

You're laying with your head still buried into the pillows, your knees buckling and barely able to keep you up when you feel his blunt tip bump into your overstimulated clit.

You let out a low moan as he ran his hard cock through your folds to collect your wetness before he was pushing himself into your cunt with no warning, all the way to the hilt, only stopping when he felt his hips meeting your ass.

“Fuck, how are you always so tight?” he moans out, not expecting an answer from you. He sets a ruthless pace, not giving you much time to adjust to his girth stretching you out. But his aim is ever so accurate, hitting that spot inside you with trained precision. He coaxes moan after moan from your lips, your brain feeling fuzzy from the two orgasms he's already given to you.

You don't even notice that you're bringing your hips back to meet his, the feeling of him hitting so deep inside you was something you couldn't help but want to feel. But he notices. Of course he does.

A deep chuckle leaves his lips, sending a shiver down your spine as he stops all his movements. You whine, and push yourself further back on him, grinding on his cock, feeling it deeper than ever before.

“Go on. Fuck yourself on my cock.” he rasped out, his hand meeting your ass in encouragement.

You whine again, this time in protest from how tired you were. But you managed to pull yourself off his cock, pushing your hips back onto his quickly, working yourself into a steady rhythm.

He couldn't help but let out a moan at the sight of you in front of him, annoyed at himself for letting it go this long without giving himself the courage to ask you to spice up your sex life, even just a bit.

He can see that you're growing tired now, mostly just grinding back on him, so he pulls out and flips you onto your back now. Thrusting back into you and pulling your thighs up around his hips as he fucks back into you mercilessly. Your hands reach around to claw at his back, the feeling of your sharp nails that he happily pays for dragging down it making his hips stutter slightly, thrusting into you deeper than he meant to.

You moan out loudly before pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, not wanting your neighbours to absolutely hate you.

“Nuh uh baby, want to hear how desperate you are for me,” he says, his thumb coming to release your lip, leaning down to press soft kisses to your lips that differ drastically from the harsh movements of his hips.

You can't help but feel a few tears break free from where they've welled up in your eyes, closing them tight and trying to move your face to the side, hoping he didn't see. But of course he sees, grabbing your chin lightly and moving your face back to him, he asks you to look in his eyes.

When you reluctantly open yours, he can see the love you have for him swirling in them, making him realise that they were tears of pleasure. He wipes them away with the pad of his thumb. “Fuck you’re cute,” he whispers, his hips lurching into you at the sight.

His hand moves from your cheek to land on your throat, his grip firm but not yet squeezing, feeling how hard you clench around him at his new found actions. He lets out a devilish laugh and tightens his grip around the sides of your throat, “God you really are a little whore aren't you?”

Your walls constrict around him again at the combined feeling of his grip and his words, “Only for you.”

“Good girl,” his thumb of his other hand snakes it way down your body, pinching your nipple tightly to feel you clamp down on him again before finding your clit once more. He rubs firm circles over it, his hips speeding up and getting as deep into you as possible.

You begin to see stars cloud your vision, unknowing if it was from the grip he had around your neck, or the way his cock keeps driving into you. Maybe it was both. But whatever was causing it, you can feel your third climax creeping up on you.

So can Changbin. “Come for me angel. Come on my cock.” His thumb rubs quicker, hips snapping into yours. His fingers around your neck tighten ever so slightly and you feel the dam break inside as pleasure washes over you. Your boyfriend doesn't stop his movements, your walls clamping down on him so tightly that it triggers his own release, emptying himself deep inside of you.

Your harsh mingled breaths are all that can be heard as he lowers himself slowly on top of you, nosing at your neck, pressing gentle kisses over the slight redness of your throat that his hand had left. He kisses up your jaw, over your rosy cheeks, and kisses the tip of your nose which makes you giggle before he finally kisses your lips properly.

He feels reassured that you're kissing him back just as fervently, but feelings of doubt are now clouding up his mind.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, leaning back slightly to look into your eyes, dragging a finger down your plush cheek.

“God yes, I'm okay. Are you okay?” you answered, seeing the hesitation swirl around his irises.

He looks back at you with a surprised expression, “Of course I'm okay, but like…Was that okay? Was I too rough? I know it's the first time we've done something like that so maybe it was too much. I'm sorry. I should have asked. I was just so in my head about the comments, then when you confirmed them my brain just snappe-” You cut off his worried rambling with a tender kiss to his lips, pulling him down properly so you could press lots of gentle kisses along his cheeks, just as he had for you.

“You’re overthinking it baby. If it wasn't okay I would have told you,” you reassured him, “I enjoyed myself so fucking much. Did you?”

He nodded shyly, a small blush dusting the tops of his cheekbones at your words.

“Then that's all that matters. We can have a proper chat about things later, but now all I want to do is shower and snuggle with you. Please?” you asked, pressing a final kiss to his pouty pink lips.

He didn't even realise that he was still sheathed inside of you, softening but your face let out a small wince when he shifted back slightly. Mumbling out a small sorry, he pulled out of you as gently as he could, both of you tensing from the stimulation. He pulled you to your feet with two strong hands, walking you to the bathroom.

Once he got you situated under the hot spray of the water, he rummaged around in his drawers to find your favourite shirt of his, some underwear for the both of you, and some soft sweats for himself after your shower together. As he was making his way back to the bathroom door he hears his phone buzz on the nightstand beside your bed. He glanced down at it briefly, letting out a quiet laugh before making his way back to you.

Okay, I take it back. Definitely not a sub or a softie

Minho didn’t push. He never does. And he could tell from the second you stepped out of the car that night, jaw tight, silence stretched too thin between you, that you were really mad this time.

Still, he acted normal. Watered the plants. Fed the cats. Kissed your cheek in passing like nothing had happened.

Like he didn’t finger you under the table while his mother asked how married life was treating you.

It started innocently enough. His hand on your thigh, warm, casual. His thumb brushing soft little circles, back and forth, like muscle memory. You were used to it. Minho was always touchy in public, and it usually meant nothing.

Usually.

But that night, something was different. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe it was the way your dress rode up when you crossed your legs. Or maybe it was just him, always composed, always proper in front of his family, but with that look in his eyes he only ever gave you.

You should’ve known.

Because his hand didn’t stop at your thigh.

It crept higher, fingertips skating up the inside of your leg until they found your panties, until they hooked just under the edge and stayed there, unmoving.

You shifted in your seat, shot him a look. He didn’t even blink.

He just smiled at his mother across the table, nodded at something his father said, and let his middle finger slide beneath the fabric.

“Stop,” you mouthed.

He ignored you.

Worse, he turned his head like he was going to whisper something sweet, maybe a joke or a little compliment. Instead, he said this:

“You’re all wet, baby. That’s not very polite.”

You choked on your own breath.

He didn’t do much. Not really. Just a slow, teasing press, one finger dipping in, retreating, circling your clit like he had all the time in the world. Barely even moving. But his hands were always like that, precise. Focused. He knew exactly what pressure to use, exactly how to touch you so your body betrayed you in seconds.

You clenched around nothing. Bit your cheek. Smiled at his mother like your world wasn’t unraveling in front of the food.

He was calm. He was charming. His hand never faltered.

And the worst part?

You could feel it building, hot and slow and impossible to fight. Every muscle in your body tightening, legs squeezed under the table, shoulders squared like it was enough to hold yourself together with posture alone.

It wasn’t.

Not when his finger flickered just right. Not when he rubbed a little firmer, a little faster, still so subtle you wondered if anyone could even tell.

Your stomach flipped. Your breath stuttered. You reached for your drink just to have something to do, just to mask the shake in your hands, but even lifting the glass felt like a betrayal. Your fingers trembled. Your throat was dry. And Minho?

Minho was watching his mother with perfect, boyish attentiveness. Nod, smile, blink. The picture of innocence.

Except for the smirk.

So faint, it barely touched his lips. But you saw it. Felt it. The way the corner of his mouth tugged upward, pleased, amused, knowing. He didn’t look at you, but he didn’t need to. That smirk was made for you.

You bit down on the inside of your cheek so hard it almost hurt. Tried to breathe slowly. Keep your eyes open. Keep your thighs still. Keep pretending.

But your body had other plans.

The orgasm hit like a ripple, quiet, tight, devastating. A rush of heat that spread through your core, over your skin, until your face burned and your lashes fluttered and the smile you forced was just a second too long to be real. Suppressing the tiniest whimper as your grip on the tablecloth tightened.

And Minho?

He leaned in like he was going to press a kiss to your cheek, so casual, so sweet.

But instead, he kissed your temple and whispered, “There you go, sweetheart.”

Gentle. Proud. Like you had done something good for him.

You didn’t talk to him the rest of the night. Not in the car. Not in bed. Not the next morning when he kissed the top of your head and told you he’d bring back your favorite coffee after the gym.

He played dumb. Gave you space at first. Thought it was funny, even. His little prank gone too far. But three days later and you still barely looked at him. Still tiptoed around him like a ghost in your own home. And it was driving him insane.

“You’re still upset?” he asked softly one night as you walked past him in the kitchen. You didn’t respond. Just picked up your water and left the room.

That’s when he decided.

If you wouldn’t talk to him, you’d listen to what his hands had to say instead.

So that night, he didn’t go to bed right away. He waited. He didn’t say anything. Minho just climbed in behind you, warm and familiar. He didn't touch you at first. Just laid there, letting the quiet settle between your shoulders like a blanket.

Then, slow, casual, his hand came to rest on your waist.

You tensed immediately. "Don’t," you said quietly, voice tight.

His hand stilled. “Just want to hold you.”

You hesitated… but didn’t push him away.

He took the opening. Let his fingers trace the edge of your shirt, skim the curve of your hip, featherlight. You tried not to react, but your breath caught, just a little. Your skin betrayed you first, prickling under his touch like it was waiting for him.

"You’ve been ignoring me," he murmured after a beat. Not accusing. Just a fact.

You swallowed and turned your face into the pillow. “I'm mad at you.”

“I know.”

You didn’t say anything else. You didn’t have to.

His hand slid lower, down, over your hip, between your thighs.

This time, you caught his wrist. Firm. Final.

“Hey. Don't"

He stopped.

Didn’t pull away. Didn’t force it. Just leaned closer, warm breath ghosting against your neck as he spoke quietly: “You don’t have to let me,” voice soft, maddeningly steady. “I just want to be close to you. Missed you.”

The sincerity in his tone made your throat go tight.

You wanted to stay mad. You were mad. But his voice… his hand resting so still against your skin, not pushing… It made something in your chest ache. Still, you kept your grip on his wrist.

Minho didn’t fight it. He just leaned in and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I know you didn’t like what I did,” he murmured, so close now, the words curved over your skin.

You didn’t answer, not right away, but your grip loosened. And when his fingers dipped under the waistband of your panties, you didn’t stop him this time. Not fully.

You moved, turned slightly to face him, just enough to see his expression in the low light.

“I’m still upset,” you whispered.

His eyes softened. “I know.”

“I—” Your voice caught. You frowned, lashes fluttering as his fingers brushed between your folds, barely there. “Minho…”

“Hmm?” He kissed the corner of your mouth, just a brush. “You said something?”

And damn him, he was so careful. No teasing. No pressure. Just warmth and gentle strokes. With a charm that only he knows how to do. You hated how your hips tilted into his hand. How quickly your body responded.

“Still mad, huh?” he whispered, grinning just a little when your brows knit together.

You made a soft noise and glared at him weakly.

His grin widened, but only for a second. Because then he was kissing you for real, slow and deep. And your hand, the one that tried to stop him, curled around his wrist instead. Not to push him away. To hold him there. Minho's fingers responded immediately by circling your clit with a little more pressure.

You broke the kiss with a gasp, forehead falling to his shoulder.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You’re—” your voice trembled, your thighs already beginning to shake. “You’re not playing fair.”

“I never do,” he murmured, mouth at your ear. “And you always let me win.”

Your body clenched at the sound of his voice, at the quiet, devastating pride in it, the way he knew you’d come undone for him no matter how mad you were.

So you tried, one last time, to pull his hand away. Your fingers curled around his wrist again, shaky but firm. But Minho didn’t move. He grabbed your wrist in return, gently, easily, and pinned it to the mattress beside you as he leaned in, took your mouth in a kiss that knocked the air right out of your lungs.

And just before his body settled fully into yours, heat and weight and everything you had been pretending you didn’t miss, he muttered, voice low and final:

“Too late, sweetheart.”

Your breath caught.

Your free hand pushed weakly at his chest, but he just kissed you harder, slow and thorough, tongue sweeping against yours like he had something to prove.

Because he knew you wanted this. And he knew you were mad. So he had only one thing crossing his mind: making you melt.

And so his fingers didn’t stop. He worked you with infuriating patience, every slow, precise circle over your clit was maddening. Just the barest pressure, like he knew exactly how to drive you insane without giving you any real relief. You whimpered against his mouth, your hips twitching, trying to grind into his hand for more friction. He didn’t let you.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, flushed and panting beneath him, and smirked. “You’re still pretending,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face with his knuckles, “like you didn’t like the way I touched you.”

You opened your mouth to answer, but he shifted his hips, just enough to press against you, warm and hard, and your breath hitched instead, especially when his fingers flicked, just once, with a little more intent, making your thighs jump.

He laughed under his breath. “Mm. That’s what I thought.”

“Minho—”

“What?” he said sweetly. “You think I didn’t notice? The way you squeezed my hand under the table? How you kept pressing your thighs together like you could stop it?” He leaned in again, lips brushing your cheek. His fingers slowed even more, maddeningly gentle. “Baby, you were dripping.”

You turned your face, trying to hide the way your cheeks burned. But the hand between your legs didn’t stop, it moved with sinful patience, circling and stroking your clit with that perfect rhythm he knew you couldn’t handle.

He caught your chin in his fingers and gently made you look at him.

“Look at me, sweetie,” he whispered. “You wanted me to stop?”

Your fingers curled into the sheets, back arching slightly as your body betrayed you again, hips lifting toward his hand, breath catching with every teasing pass of his fingers.

“But you came,” he said, like it was something sacred. “Right there in front of everyone. Because of me.” He ducked his head, kissed your neck. “So now,” he said, tongue soothing the spot, “you’re gonna be honest with me.”

He slid his other hand between your bodies, under your shirt, palm warm against your belly, then on your waist, pulling you closer.

“Tell me you liked it,” he whispered. “Tell me you liked how I touched you.”

You hated how much you needed him.

How your thighs had already parted for him again. How your breath came fast, your fingers gripped his arm, how close your body was to giving in, again.

And Minho just smiled.

He watched the way your breath stuttered, the way your body arched into him despite everything. The fight was still there, stubborn as ever, but it was unraveling, thread by thread. You were flushed. Quiet. So close to crumbling.

So yes, of course he smiled.

“So,” he said softly, like the idea had just occurred to him, “You really didn’t like the way I touched you?”

Your eyes flicked up to meet his, and even though you didn’t say it, the answer was all over your face.

Minho grinned, all teeth and charm and mischief. “That’s okay, baby. Really. I’ve got something better.”

Your brows furrowed. “What—”

He kissed you once, quick and warm, before pushing off the bed.

You sat up on your elbows, heartbeat picking up as he walked across the room, calm, like he wasn’t about to destroy you completely, and crouched beside his nightstand.

He opened the drawer. Rummaged for a second. Pulled it out.

The vibrator.

Your breath caught.

“Wait—”

He just looked at you with a smile, sweet as sin. “What? You don’t like my hands, right?” he asked, tossing the toy onto the bed with a little shrug. “This’ll be easier. More… efficient.”

Then he climbed back onto the bed, straddling your thighs, taking his time, like he wasn’t in any rush to tear you apart. He palmed the toy in one hand and dragged the other down your chest, between your tits, until his fingers found the hem of your shirt again. But he did nothing more than that.

“You wanna hold it yourself?” he offered, settling between your legs. “Or are you gonna let me help?”

You hesitated. And he laughed.

“Still pretending you don’t want my help? Cute.”

His fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down your legs without breaking eye contact.

“Let’s make this nice and easy for you,” he murmured.

Then the vibrator clicked on, soft at first.

He didn’t go for your clit right away. No. He pressed it to the inside of your thigh, just above your knee, and slowly dragged it upward. Watching you. Listening to the little sounds that slipped out as your hips shifted, already seeking more.

By the time he reached the crease of your thigh, your hand was fisting the sheets.

He pressed it just beside where you needed it, teasing. So close.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your inner thigh. “You’re gonna like this a lot more than my hands.”

Then he finally pressed it to your clit. Gently. Just enough to make your back arch. And he grinned. Because your gasp was everything he wanted to hear.

You glared at him. “Oh, God—”

He laughed under his breath, too casual. Like this was just a regular Tuesday. Like he wasn’t the reason your thighs were sticky and your heart was pounding.

“Too quiet,” he said, voice low as he pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee. “You sure you’re mad?”

He kissed your thigh and kept the toy right where it was, watching your reaction with open delight.

You gasped, hips jerking, a sharp whine breaking from your throat before you could stop it. The vibration wasn’t even set that high, but it felt maddening, too much and not enough all at once. Your clit throbbed beneath the toy’s relentless hum, nerves tightening with every pulse.

Minho’s eyes lit up.

“Thought you didn’t like being touched, sweetheart,” he teased. “Thought I crossed a line.”

You moaned, fingers curling into the sheets like they could anchor you to reality. Your thighs were already trying to snap closed, but he kept them spread with a single hand pressed firm to the inside of your knee. You were trembling, thighs shaking, belly tightening, every inch of you too hot, too sensitive.

Still, you tried to stay still, to hold onto whatever resolve you had left. But it was slipping through your fingers fast.

Minho looked up, mouth brushing your thigh as the toy buzzed steadily against your clit. “Be honest,” he whispered. “You think about it, don’t you? When you’re pretending to be mad. When you won’t even look at me.”

You shook your head.

It was a lie. A bold-faced, shamefully transparent lie. The truth was written in every twitch of your hips, every gasp you bit back. Your body betrayed you before your voice ever could.

He chuckled, low and pleased, breath warm against your thigh.

“Oh, baby.”

He was still looking right at you, seeing the heat in your face, the way your lips trembled as you tried, still, to stay mad with him. He could see the pulse fluttering wildly in your throat, the way your nipples strained against your shirt, hard and aching. The vibrator was steady against your clit, and your muscles were fluttering around nothing, clenching uselessly, begging for more.

You could feel your orgasm building, slow and steady, cruel in its pace. Your walls fluttered, empty and aching, but Minho wouldn’t give you that.

He tilted his head, eyes fixed on you like he was watching his favorite movie. “Feels good?” he asked softly, like he didn’t already know the answer.

You swallowed hard. Didn’t speak.

But your hips kept rolling. You were grinding against the toy now, chasing it without even realizing it, every motion sharper, needier. You whimpered when he pressed it just a little firmer, your body jolting.

“Thought so,” he murmured, thumb stroking lazily over your hip bone, grounding, teasing, possessive all at once.

Then his fingers moved lower, slipping between your folds, gathering the wetness spilling from you. He didn't remove the toy, no, he kept it buzzing cruelly against your clit, but now there were fingers too. Sliding along your entrance, dipping in just enough to tease, not enough to satisfy. Your back arched off the bed, a helpless cry tearing from your lips.

Minho just smiled.

"Still pretending?" he whispered. "You gonna keep lying to me while you're soaking my hand?"

You whimpered again, voice wrecked. “Lee—”

He pressed two fingers inside you, slow and deep, curling them just right, and your whole body jerked like he had flipped a switch.

“Oh, baby,” he said again, grinning as your walls clenched around him. “You’re gonna be honest with me one way or another.”

And with that, he moved the toy in slow, deliberate circles over your clit while his fingers fucked you deeper, a rhythm built to break you.

And God, it was working.

Your orgasm tore through you without warning, sharp and blinding, your back arching clean off the bed as you cried out his name, voice cracking around it. Your thighs clamped around his hand, your body trembling as your orgasm took over, long and messy and overwhelming.

But he didn’t stop.

The vibrator stayed pressed against your clit, relentless, merciless.

Your hands flew to his wrist, not to pull him away, not really, just to do something, to hold on to reality while your nerves sparked.

“F-fuck—Fucking stop!” you whimpered, hips jerking hard.

“I know,” he said, breath warm against your inner thigh. “I know, baby. It’s too much now, isn’t it?”

He didn’t stop.

You twisted beneath him, thighs twitching, eyes wide and glassy as the pressure built again with terrifying speed. “Please,” you gasped. “Please, I—It's too much—”

“C'mon, baby,” he whispered, mouth brushing over your hip.

Your body jolted again, clit too sensitive, skin too raw, but the pleasure was there, coiled tighter than ever, spinning back into that unbearable edge. He moved the toy just a little, the tiniest shift, and it hit just right again.

“You don’t get to come once and be done,” Minho murmured, voice too soft for the menace in his touch. “Not after all three days being mad.”

You whimpered, biting down hard on your bottom lip, hips writhing now without any rhythm, desperate and lost.

“Come again for me,” he said, eyes locked on your face. “Show me you really like being touched.”

You shattered again, with a strangled sob this time, thighs shaking violently, slick dripping down your folds and soaking his hand. Your vision went white at the edges. You didn’t even hear yourself scream.

And still, Minho didn’t stop.

Your limbs twitched, barely under your control. The high dragged on, longer than you thought your body could take, wave after wave rippling through you, almost painful now in how deep it reached.

Still, Minho kept the toy pressed against you, his fingers gentle on your thigh like he wasn’t the ruining you.

"Give it to me, sweetheart” he murmured, admiring the way your stomach trembled, how your hand clung to his forearm without strength. “I missed you so much.”

You tried to speak, to plead, maybe to tell him you were done, but it came out as a choked breath, nothing more. Your hips tried to twist away from the pressure, but he followed you easily, unbothered.

“You wanna stop?” he asked, tilting his head like he genuinely wasn’t sure. “Hmm? Thought you didn’t like it when I touched you. Isn’t this better?”

You whimpered, shaking your head, but it wasn’t clear what you meant. No? Don’t stop? No, you couldn’t do it again?

He smiled.

Then, he let up. Just a little. Just enough for you to breathe again.

But the toy stayed on.

He turned it to a lower setting, slow and steady against your overstimulated clit. Just enough to keep you teetering, to keep the aftershocks rolling through you like little soft earthquakes.

You blinked up at him, eyes glassy, lips parted.

“You’re gonna take one more for me,” Minho said, brushing your thighs so softly. “Just one more. You can do that, can’t you?”

His voice was coaxing, gentle even, charming as always, but his eyes were wicked.

Your body was hypersensitive, nerves frayed and sparking with every pulse of the toy against your clit. You whimpered, thighs twitching, fingers digging helplessly into the sheets.

Minho watched you unravel again, quiet and focused, like he didn’t want to miss a single moment.

“I know you can do it for me, sweetheart,” he whispered, stroking your hip with the same hand holding you open.

And when it hit, your second orgasm was sharper, more overwhelming than the first. You cried out, back arching off the bed, toes curling. Your whole body shook, and still Minho didn’t move the toy. Not until your thighs jerked once, then again, your voice breaking into a high, desperate sob.

Only then did he ease it away, finally letting your body come down.

You collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, limbs useless. Sweat clung to your skin. You felt boneless, wrung out.

He leaned in, warm breath grazing your skin, and pressed a slow kiss to the inside of your trembling thigh. Just one, soft and reverent, like a thank-you.

Then he stood, searched for your panties, and helped you tug them back on with careful hands, like you hadn’t just been squirming and crying out under his touch. He smoothed them over your hips, fingers lingering just a second too long before he let go.

He circled the bed and climbed in beside you like nothing had happened.

Not like he had just made you come twice without ever fucking you.

Not like your thighs were still trembling or your breath still caught in your throat every now and then.

He slid an arm around your waist and pulled you in close, tucking you against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. His lips brushed your temple, soft and slow. You could feel his heartbeat against your back, steady, warm, grounding.

“…You’re such an asshole.”

Minho laughed, low and smug and entirely unbothered, as he nosed at your hair, arm tightening around your waist.

“Still,” he said, lips brushing your temple again, “you married me.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Then another, just under your jaw. And another, to your shoulder.

You shot him a glare. “You’re evil.”

But he just... smiled. “But you love me.”

Unfortunately, he was right.

You huffed. Didn’t have the strength to argue, and not just because your muscles felt like jelly.

Because he had won. Once again, he had won. And maybe, just maybe… you didn’t mind being married to a menace. Because it was Lee Know. And God... you really loved him.

—

It started so innocently.

Chan had only gotten up for some water. It was late, pushing 2AM, and the house was silent. He knew this place like the back of his hand by now, crashing here more weekends than not. Your brother, his best friend, was passed out upstairs after a long day of gaming and weed, probably snoring into a pillow.

And Chan? He was just wandering the hallway half-asleep, shirtless and barefoot, blinking blearily.

Then he passed your door.

Slightly cracked open.

And there it was.

A sound so soft he almost missed it. A faint breath, half gasp, half moan.

He froze. Brow furrowing. He leaned just a little closer, tilting his head toward the crack in the door.

Then he heard it again.

Whimper. Wet.

His breath caught. His body stiffened, heart suddenly pounding in his chest like a war drum.

No way.

You couldn’t be. Not you.

You were his best friend’s little sister. You barely even looked at him half the time. Always teasing, rolling your eyes when the guys were loud. Always in your own world.

But now…

Now you were behind that door, moaning quietly into the dark. And if he really focused, if he let himself listen, he could just barely make out the slick, obscene sound of your fingers moving between your thighs.

He should’ve walked away.

Should’ve kept moving, grabbed his water, gone back to the guest room like nothing happened.

But instead?

Chan stayed. Back pressed to the wall. Eyes closed. Breathing hard.

You gasped again, just a whisper of breath, and he swore he felt it in his dick.

He could picture you so clearly. Legs spread wide. One hand between your thighs, the other clutching your pillow. Biting your lip. Eyes half-lidded. Head thrown back.

He could picture it way too easily. And that was the first sign of a problem.

Then you said it.

“Fuuuck… feels so good…”

Soft. Sweet. A little desperate.

And that broke him.

Chan’s cock throbbed under his boxers so hard he almost reached down right there in the hallway like a fucking creep. But he couldn’t stop imagining it, couldn’t stop hearing that breathy little moan over and over in his head.

You didn’t know he was there.

Didn’t know he heard.

His hand was already down his pants by the time he shut the door to the guest room behind him.

He barely even made it to the bed. Just dropped onto the mattress like something possessed, back pressed to the headboard, legs splayed out beneath him, dick straining hard against the thin cotton of his boxers.

Chan hissed through clenched teeth, barely keeping quiet as he pushed the fabric down, his cock finally springing free, aching and already leaking at the tip. The rush of guilt didn’t even register. Not with his head full of you.

“Fuck…” he muttered, wrapping a shaky hand around himself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

He started slow at first. Stroking the way he always did, tight grip, rough, fast, but it wasn’t enough. Not with your voice still ringing in his ears. That soft gasp. The sound of your slick fingers moving faster. That tiny, breathy moan like it was meant to be secret.

And then there was that word you whispered, just once, just barely…

“Please…”

Chan groaned. Head thudding back against the wall. His hips snapped upward, chasing friction like he needed it to live.

He imagined your thighs spread open, knees drawn up, fingers circling your clit just the way he imagined you liked. He imagined slipping into your room, watching from the shadows as you got yourself off. Maybe you’d pause when you noticed him. Maybe your fingers would stop moving. But maybe, fuck, maybe, you’d let him help.

He pumped his cock harder, breath ragged now.

“Bet you’re so fucking wet for it,” he whispered to no one. “Fucking dripping, aren’t you? All for yourself… fuck, for me.”

His strokes turned desperate. Sloppy. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and he didn’t even try to hold it back. He pictured you sliding two fingers in, working your clit with the other hand, breath catching as you got close. That same whimper. That perfect, sweet little gasp.

He was already so fucking close it hurt.

“Let me taste it,” he growled under his breath. “Bet you’d fucking melt on my tongue. Ride my face like a needy little- shit”

He came hard. Guttural. Spine arching, teeth bared, hips twitching as thick ropes spilled across his hand and stomach. He jerked through the aftershocks, eyes fluttering shut, his whole body trembling as he rode the wave out in silence.

Then came the crash.

His chest heaved. His hand stilled. The silence crept in like guilt. Heavy. Unavoidable.

He looked down at the mess he made of himself, panting, skin flushed, cock still twitching, and all he could think was: What the fuck is wrong with me?

But even as he wiped himself off with the first shirt he could reach, even as he buried his face in the pillow and begged for sleep to shut it all off, he already knew he’d do it again.

It’d been months since he heard you that night.

He told himself it was just a one-time thing. That he’d get over it. That you were just a passing fantasy born out of a dry spell and poor impulse control.

But he had already begun seeing you in a different light.

And now? Now he noticed.

Noticed that you walked around the house in tiny little shorts, tank tops without a bra, licking popsicles on the couch like it wasn’t the most torturous thing he’d ever seen in his life.

You weren’t even trying and that was the worst part.

“Hey, Chan,” you called out lazily from the kitchen, bare legs on full display as you leaned over the counter. “Do you know if we have any more of that chocolate almond milk? I swear someone drank it all.”

He blinked up at you from the couch, eyes zeroing in on the way your ass stuck out while you rummaged through the fridge.

Fuck.

His mouth went dry. He looked away before he got caught staring. Again.

“Uh… nah, think your brother finished it,” he mumbled, praying the growing bulge in his sweatpants wasn’t too obvious. “He chugged like half the carton last night.”

“Figures,” you muttered, shutting the fridge with a sigh. You turned, popped the cap off a water bottle with your teeth, and tilted your head back to take a long sip. Drops of cold water slid down your throat, catching in the dip between your collarbones.

Chan bit his cheek so hard it hurt.

This was getting out of hand.

Every time you brushed past him in the hallway, every time your thigh touched his on the couch, every fucking time you tied your hair up in that messy little ponytail, he swore he was seconds away from doing something unforgivable.

You had no idea what you did to him. Or maybe you did. Maybe you knew.

Because last night, when your brother passed out early and the two of you ended up alone in the living room watching some random horror movie, your bare thigh had rested against his the whole time. He hadn’t moved. Couldn’t. Too scared you'd notice the hard-on he was hiding under the throw blanket.

Then you turned to him, eyes wide from a jump scare, and whispered:

“You’re warm.”

And laid your head on his shoulder.

He hadn’t slept all night.

His cock had throbbed against his own stomach for hours, just thinking about your skin on his. Your cheek resting against him, your breath warm through his shirt. If you’d shifted even an inch closer, he might’ve come in his fucking pants like a teenager.

Now, here you were again, leaning over the kitchen sink to rinse a cup out, shirt riding up just enough to show the curve of your lower back.

Chan’s jaw clenched.

He had to get out of here.

“Gonna… gonna take a shower,” he blurted, standing too fast. “Feel gross.”

“Okay,” you said with a little smirk, sipping your water. “Don’t take too long. We’re doing movie night again, remember?”

He barely nodded as he escaped down the hallway, muttering something incoherent under his breath.

The second the bathroom door locked, Chan was yanking off his shirt like it offended him.

His skin felt too tight, his sweats clung to his legs, and his dick had been pressing painfully against his waistband ever since you leaned over in those fucking shorts.

“You’re warm.”

That innocent whisper from last night played on a loop in his skull like a curse. You hadn’t even meant anything by it, he knew that. You were just being friendly, soft, a little sleepy.

But it wrecked him. The way your voice got all low and breathy. The way you looked up at him with those sleepy eyes like he was safe. Warm. Close.

Like you’d be okay with falling asleep in his lap.

Like you’d let him touch you if he asked.

He turned the shower on cold, hoping the freezing spray would shock some sense into him.

It didn’t.

The second he stepped in, eyes shut, head tilted back under the stream, you were all he could see.

You, standing in the kitchen sucking the water off your thumb. You, head on his shoulder last night, mouth parted like you wanted him to kiss you. You, behind that door again, fingers moving slow and slick while you gasped his name without even knowing it.

Chan groaned through clenched teeth, already hard and aching. His hand moved to wrap around his cock before he could even try to talk himself out of it.

“God, what the fuck is wrong with me…” he muttered, forehead pressed against the wall, palm stroking tight and fast like he could erase you from his brain with enough friction.

But he didn’t want to erase you.

He wanted to ruin you.

He wanted to slip into your room next time you touched yourself and stay. Sink to his knees at the edge of your bed and press his mouth between your legs until you were whimpering for real. Until you were tugging his curls and crying out his name, loud and shameless.

He wanted to hear the way you’d sound when you came on him.

Chan’s hips snapped forward into his hand, slick water dripping off his chest as he jerked himself hard enough to bruise.

“Bet you’d taste so fucking sweet,” he grunted, voice low, breath fogging the glass door. “Let me fuck you with my tongue, baby, wanna feel you shake for me…”

He was losing it.

He gripped tighter, thumb swiping over the swollen head, wrist working fast, breath coming out ragged and fast as he imagined you on your knees in the shower with him. Dropping the towel. Letting him see everything.

Would you blush? Would you look shy? Or would you smirk up at him with that same little look you gave him today in the kitchen, like you knew you had him wrapped around your finger?

“Fucking tease,” he hissed, eyes squeezing shut. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

He came with a groan, hot and heavy against the tiles, his thighs trembling under the weight of it. The sound of the water masked the sharp slap of skin and the wet string of curses that followed, but nothing could drown out how wrecked he felt afterward.

He leaned there for a minute, panting, forehead pressed to the wall, cum washing down the drain between his feet, trying to remember how to breathe.

He was so fucked.

So deep in it he couldn’t see straight.

Because this wasn’t just lust anymore.

It was need.

You were just trying to grab your clothes.

Laundry done, towel wrapped tight around your chest, hair up, body still warm from the dryer heat as you padded barefoot down the hallway. You planned to shower after Chan finished his, figured you had a couple minutes before he was out.

But when you turned the corner you ran right into him.

Chan froze mid-step, just outside the steamy bathroom, water still dripping from his curls and chest bare under the towel slung around his shoulders. He was only in sweatpants and he looked at you like you’d just slapped him across the face.

“Oh, sorry!” you gasped, clutching your towel tighter. “Didn’t think you were done yet.”

Chan didn’t answer at first. His eyes dropped fast, to your legs, to the curve of your waist, to the loose knot barely holding your towel up. You saw the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed, the tight line of his jaw.

He looked wrecked.

Like he’d seen a ghost.

Or worse, like he’d seen exactly what he wanted and knew he couldn’t have it.

“Nah,” he said finally, voice low and rough. “I’m done.”

You nodded, shifting a little. But he didn’t move. And neither did you.

The hallway was suddenly too narrow, too quiet. You could still smell the shampoo on him, feel the heat radiating from his chest. You hadn’t seen him shirtless in forever, when it hadn’t meant anything.

Now?

Your eyes dipped lower than they should’ve.

And he noticed.

Chan stepped back slightly, like distance would save him. Like not looking at you directly would make his cock stop twitching in his sweatpants.

It didn’t.

“You okay?” you asked lightly, trying to fill the silence.

He nodded too quickly. “Yeah.”

You reached up without thinking, fingers brushing his damp hair. “You missed a spot. Shampoo’s still in your curls.”

The moment you touched him, he froze.

He wasn’t breathing. You could see it, the stillness in his chest, the sharp set of his shoulders. And when your hand pulled back, he finally let out a quiet breath.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered.

Your head tilted. “Like what?”

His voice dropped lower, strained. “Like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

That gave you pause.

You blinked, slowly, feeling the air shift between you. Then let the corner of your lips pull into the faintest smirk.

“I don’t,” you said, soft and curious. “Why don’t you tell me?”

That did it.

Chan cursed under his breath and turned fast, storming off down the hall like he was trying to outrun his own thoughts.

You watched him go.

And smiled to yourself.

You didn’t mean to hear it. Didn’t mean to stop.

But the second you stepped out of your room and heard the low, muffled groan from behind the guest room door, you froze.

You knew that sound.

Your heart thudded, skin prickling with heat, and you took one step closer until you were standing just outside the door. It was cracked open less than an inch, not enough to see anything clearly.

But enough.

His voice came again, soft and low. Broken.

“Fuck…”

You could hear the slick, steady rhythm of his hand, the quiet thump of the bedframe shifting under his weight. Every sound went straight to your core. You hadn’t even meant to look, had told yourself just hearing it was already too much.

But then you heard it. Heard your name.

“…God, baby, can’t stop thinking about you…”

Your breath caught in your throat.

He didn’t know you were there.

Didn’t know the door hadn’t latched. Didn’t know you were standing right outside, barefoot, flushed, towel still clinging to your body.

You swallowed hard, eyes locked on the sliver of the room you could see through the door. His silhouette shifted. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand braced behind him, the other pumping slow and desperate over his cock.

Your name fell from his lips again, quiet this time, like a prayer.

“Say my name again,” he groaned under his breath. “Wanna hear you say it like that again, fuck.”

Your thighs pressed together instinctively.

You bit your lip as his hand sped up, movements messier now, breath coming out in harsh, ragged gasps. He let out a sharp, frustrated moan, head tipping back, curls falling into his face.

You could feel how close he was.

His voice cracked as he muttered, “Bet you’d taste so fucking good, just wanna eat you up, baby, please…”

And then he came.

With a sharp, strangled groan, hips jerking up into his fist. His abs tensed, legs spread, cum spilling over his hand and stomach as he gasped your name again, lower this time. Softer.

Wrecked.

Completely ruined.

You didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Just stood there, watching through the door as he fell back onto the bed with a heavy breath, arm over his eyes, chest heaving. He didn’t even know he’d said your name out loud. Didn’t know he’d been heard.

Didn’t know that your towel was slowly slipping as you turned away, heart pounding, thighs clenched, breath shallow.

He would.

Soon.

The next morning, you woke up with a plan.

You knew Chan was still trying to recover from last night, maybe embarrassed, maybe frustrated, maybe both.

So you decided to have a little fun.

You made sure your room door was just cracked open, the perfect angle for anyone who might be wandering the hall. Fortunately, your brother was working.

You pulled the softest cotton robe on, one that barely covered anything, the kind that slipped off the shoulders if you didn’t hold it right.

Then, moving slow and deliberate, you started your morning routine.

You brushed your hair, every stroke exaggerated, letting the strands fall just so.

You stretched, arms high over your head, the robe slipping dangerously low.

You bit your lip, pretending not to hear the faintest thud of footsteps outside.

Obviously it was Chan. Maybe he was watching.

You didn’t care.

You dropped the robe.

Naked, standing in the sunlight streaming through your window, you moved toward the mirror.

Your fingers traced lazy patterns over your skin, fingertips sliding over curves you knew drove him crazy.

You took your time.

You knew his eyes were on you.

You could almost hear his breath hitch, feel his gaze burning holes into your back.

You folded the robe back over your body at last, turning just enough to flash the faintest smile over your shoulder.

He didn’t want to be caught staring.

He really didn’t.

But there you were, door cracked open just enough for him to see.

And God, you moved like you knew exactly what he was doing.

Every brush of your hair was a damn invitation. Every stretch, every careless slip of the robe,  it was like you were teasing him just by existing.

Chan’s breath hitched. His chest tightened, heart pounding like a drum in his ears.

He wanted to knock, to tell you to stop. But he couldn’t move.

Couldn’t look away.

And when you dropped the robe completely, standing there naked in the sunlight, he felt his knees go weak.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice barely audible. “You’re gonna kill me.”

He swallowed hard, biting his lip to keep himself quiet.

That little smile you gave over your shoulder? It was the final blow.

He wanted to run in and wrap his arms around you.

But all he could do was stand frozen, breathless, and wonder how the hell you always managed to have this power over him.

It happened the next day.

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when he appeared in the doorway.

His hair was still damp, but his eyes were burning with something fierce, something different.

He swallowed hard, stepping inside without a word. Then, before you could even say anything, he dropped the towel from his neck and took a slow step toward you.

“I can’t fucking hide it anymore,” he blurted out, voice low and rough like he’d been holding it in for too long. “I’m obsessed with you. Like, every fucking second. I hear you in my head when I’m trying to sleep. I see you when I close my eyes.”

You blinked, heart pounding.

He wasn’t done.

“I know I shouldn’t want you like this, like that, especially since you’re my best friend’s sister. But I can’t help it. I want you. I want all of you. And the worst part is,” he bit his lip, eyes darting away for a second, “I think you want it too.”

His gaze snapped back to yours, intense and raw.

“So, what the fuck do we do about it?”

You didn’t say anything at first.

Just watched him, his eyes searching yours, raw and unguarded.

The way his chest rose and fell, the slight tremble in his hands, the heat radiating off him, it was all too much.

Slowly, a smirk tugged at your lips.

“So,” you said, voice low and playful, “you’re obsessed.”

Chan swallowed hard, stepping closer, his breath hot against your skin.

“Yeah,” he admitted, voice rough. “And it’s driving me crazy.”

You reached up, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the tension there.

“If I wanted this,” you murmured, “would you? Or are you just all talk?”

He smiled, half cocky, half desperate.

“Try me.”

The space between you vanished in an instant.

His hands were on your waist, pulling you close, and the world narrowed to just the two of you.

Your heart slammed in your chest as he dipped his head, lips brushing yours, soft, tentative at first, then deepening into something hungry and desperate.

The kiss stole your breath, hands tangling in his damp hair as you pressed into him, the weight of all the months you’d both been holding back finally melting away.

When you pulled back, just enough to look into his eyes, you whispered,

“Guess we both wanted this.”

He grinned, that fire in his gaze burning brighter than ever.

“Yeah. No more hiding.”

Chan’s hands were hot and possessive on your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as if he could burn the memory of this moment into his bones. His lips trailed fiery kisses along your neck, each bite making you shiver and arch into him.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he groaned, voice low and thick with need.

You smiled against his mouth, your fingers threading through the damp curls at his nape, pulling him closer as you pressed your body fully against his. His chest was warm beneath your palms, heart hammering a frantic rhythm that matched your own.

Slowly, deliberately, your hands slipped beneath his shirt, feeling the smooth skin beneath the damp fabric. He shivered as you traced your fingers down his ribs, your touch light but full of promise. Then you tugged the shirt up and over his head, revealing the lean, muscular form you’d been dreaming about for months.

Chan’s eyes darkened as he watched you, breath hitching when you slid your own clothes off, letting them fall to the floor. Your skin was flushed and glowing in the soft light, every curve a silent invitation.

His hands didn’t hesitate, roaming over you with a hunger that made your knees weak. He cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they tightened beneath his touch. You gasped, head falling back as he pressed his mouth to one, sucking hard, biting gently.

Your hands explored every inch of his back, feeling the muscles tense and flex beneath your fingertips. When your fingers caught the waistband of his sweatpants, you tugged at it, your eyes locking with his in a silent question.

He nodded, breathless, and you slid the pants down his hips, your hands spreading his legs just enough to reveal the hard length straining beneath the fabric. You stroked him slowly, fingers warm and sure, feeling him pulse under your touch.

Chan groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder, lips brushing hot kisses down your collarbone as his own hands moved lower, tracing the lines of your hips and thighs. He bent you backward gently onto the couch, one hand supporting your back while the other pressed your legs apart.

He kissed his way down your body, lips trailing fire across your stomach, dipping lower to the curve of your hips. His tongue flicked over your inner thigh, sending electric jolts through you.

When his mouth finally found your slick heat, you arched your hips instinctively, fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue moved slow and deliberate, circling your clit, teasing and tasting until your breath hitched and your body trembled.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against you, fingers sliding inside with expert ease. The slow, curling motion made your hips lift off the bed, desperate for more.

Chan’s mouth left you with a wet kiss, lips trailing back up to meet yours. The kiss was deep and hungry, teeth grazing lips as his fingers continued their maddening rhythm inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he pressed into you, his length sliding home with a shuddering groan. The couch shifted beneath you, the world narrowing to the feel of his skin against yours, the sound of your breath mingling.

He moved slow at first, savouring the moment, but soon the pace quickened, hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency. Your hands roamed over his back, nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure built higher and higher.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Chan growled, voice thick with need.

Your climax hit like a tidal wave, breathless screams of his name filling the room as your body convulsed around him. He followed close behind, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you, holding you tight as you both rode out the heat.

When the storm passed, he collapsed beside you, pulling you close until your bodies were tangled and warm. His breath was slow and steady now, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.

“Damn,” he whispered, breath hot against your ear. “You’re such a tease.”

You smirked, fingers trailing up his chest. “Says the guy who just lost his mind over me.”

He groaned, tightening his grip around you. “Yeah, well… you are impossible to resist.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t pull away. Instead, you traced lazy circles on his bare skin, watching the way his eyes fluttered closed.

“Think you can keep your hands to yourself now?” you teased.

Chan’s eyes snapped open, mock horror on his face. “No fucking way.”

He kissed you again, slow, playful, like a promise of more mischief to come.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, voice soft but sure.

They both refused saying that you’re not chubby (all the things you’d regularly want people to say to you, but right now it’s different) “Guys, be for real! My clothes are so tight on me, sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe! Can’t you do this for me? Please.” The two men sighed, giving each other a look. The real reason they didn’t want to help you is because they knew what would happen- knowing you, you’d get all irritated from the workouts not even thirty minutes in, complaining about the weights being too heavy and the combos being too difficult- they may have taken you to the gym a few months back when you told them you wanted to be healthier.

“No complaining this time.” Chan raised his brow sternly, giving you an unamused look. You shook your head, “No complaining.” Changbin huffed, shaking his head, “Fine.” You smiled widely at them. You were mostly grateful that your clothes would soon fit again-

The past few weeks have been okay- sure you had to bite your tongue whenever you were going to complain, but the three of you set up a system. Since both of them were much stronger than you, they trained differently than you- meaning that you would train with Changbin as Chan worked out before the two of them changed. Finally you came in one day, the two black haired men already there, with a big grin on your face. “What happened?” Chan sighed, quickly noticing your happy attitude. “Look!” You beam, showing off your outfit- which you had bought months ago and told yourself that you’d eventually fit into it, and well now you did. It was a simple three-piece workout outfit that hugged your curves in all the right areas.

Your two friends paused, Changbin mid squat and Chan mid pullup, both just staring, eyes trailing your figure before awkwardly clearing their throats. “You look…um, nice fit.” Changbin flushes, eyes avoiding yours. Chan was quiet, simply nodding along with Changbin’s statement- though his eyes never left yours, you could see something dangerous flash in his eyes. “Okay, what’s the plan for today?”

“Just warm up, we’ll figure that out later.” Chan breaks the silence, eyes still fixed to you as you turn to start stretching. Some kind of hidden confidence found its way to the surface because you watched them with a smirk. Something stirred inside and it enticed you to tease them, watch them writhe under your gaze, your movements. The three of you had never crossed the line placed between friends and something more, but you’d always toe it…maybe today is the day you cross it…or more so, make them cross it.

You made your way to the center of the room, thankfully it was only the three of you there. You bent over, reaching down for your toes, your ass on full display. Glancing over your shoulder, you watched as Changbin’s face flushed pink, trying to peel his eyes away from your body. Unfortunately, you couldn't see Chan from your position- so you decide to change it, stretching your body up, raising your arms above your head, your (almost) toned stomach on display. You caught his gaze in the mirror. A few minutes pass of silence, tension thick. “Okay!” You quip, “Someone spot me.” You walk towards the deadlift area. Grabbing the bar, you slide some weights on either side before taking your stance- attempting to lift it, stumbling slightly. A low sigh from your right has you turning your head. Chan stares down at you, now positioned in front of you.

“If you’re gonna try the deadlift, at least have something in front of you so you don’t topple over, sweetheart.” The nickname falling from his lips laced with mischief. You roll your eyes before feeling another presence, now behind you. “Just me bun, I gotcha.” Okay, maybe you didn’t think this far ahead when it came to teasing them- because you certainly didn't think you’d practically be sandwiched between them within minutes of arriving at the gym today.

The curly haired man in front of you guided you with his words, every now and then adjusting you so you don’t topple into him. The man behind you was a different story, Changbin was quiet…which was weird because as long as you’ve known him, he’s been the loudest person you’ve known. You knew the reason he was quiet though, occasionally each time you set the weights down, you’d make sure to brush your ass slightly against him- the first time it happened his breath hitched, thinking nothing of it…but it kept happening and now he was flustered, sending looks over to Chan. The eldest suddenly chuckled, having a clear view of what was happening. You tilted your head dumbly, as if you were confused. Chan simply cocks his head in the direction of Changbin, “What? Don’t tell me you were doing it on accident.”

You left the weights on the floor, standing up between your two friends. “Doing what?” You mock dumbly. Suddenly, a pair of hands were on your waist, pulling you flushed against their chest. “I know what you’re doing, bun.” Changbin whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning across your cheek. You blinked, observing how Chan smirked at the two of you. Something hard and firm pressed against the swell of your ass, the sound of breathless grunts from behind. You bite your lip at the feeling, feeling how Changbin’s clothed cock ruts into you. “Channie.” You whimper breathily, the latter raises his brow at you. “No, no. I’ll let Bin have his fun with you first.” You swore your knees almost buckled underneath you if not for Changbin’s grip on your waist.

“Bun please, can I?” The man behind you groaned, head falling to your shoulder. Changbin’s hands squeeze at your sides as if he were trying to ground himself to reality and not let the situation get the best of him. “Binnie, please.” With that, it was like a switch went off inside Changbin because all of the sudden his hands were all over you, running his hands up squeezing your tits before trailing back down to your ass. He shamelessly ogled at the way your leggings clung to your curves, his hands trailing along them before landing a small slap, peering over your shoulder to see if that was okay. Your small choked moan fueled him to continue, your legs were shaking already. Reaching towards the closet thing to stabilize yourself, your hands clutch at the fabric of whom you reached for. Chan looked down at you with a smug face, watching the way you shook underneath him.

By the time you knew it, your leggings were pooling by your ankles, Changbin’s fingers slipping through your wet folds. The whimpers leaving your mouth were almost pornographic, “Binnie! Fuck, Channie…please.” Changbin smirked behind you before diving into your throbbing cunt, his tongue flattening along your folds. High-pitched whines poured from you as you wiggled against the two. Your head felt like it was reeling, you felt so hot, being pressed against them made your mind go fuzzy. Chan finally caved in, unzipping your sports jacket before tugging your sports bra down slightly, your breasts spilling over. “Fuck, baby. You’re gorgeous." His hands go to cup your tits, fingers teasing at your hardened buds. “Can I put it in, bun? Please.” You hear Changbin mumble against your cunt, his grunts vibrating through your body. You turn back to see him fisting his thick cock, eyes fixed on yours. You’re quick to nod, to which he quickly pulls from your cunt, lining himself up to your entrance.

“Let’s put that pretty mouth of yours to use, yeah?” Chan smirked lazily, his hands working to his sweatpant waistband. Before you could respond, the stretch of Changbin sinking into you literally took your breath away. Changbin was stretching you out so much, he was so thick. You honestly felt bad for Chan with the way your nails were digging into his skin. All of the sudden, you were pushed down slightly, something hot resting against your cheek. You peer up at Chan through your eyelashes- watched as his flushed chest heaved while he gazed at you. “Open up baby.” And you did, lolling your tongue out as he slipped into your mouth. God you were going to go insane.

“Fuck, you’re so tight bun. Shit, hyung- you’ve gotta feel her, nngh, the way she’s squeezing me.” Changbin’s hips stuttered, pace faltering as his cock twitched inside of you insinuating that he’s close. You bobbed your head up and down Chan’s cock, his hands going to pull your hair back. “Shit, look at that baby. See how good he’s fucking you.” Chan chuckled slowly, gesturing to the mirror. Your eyes flickered to the mirror, watching how Changbin thrust into you, his hands gripping at your ass, Chan holding your hair while you bobbed up and down his pulsing cock.

Chan hips started bucking, fucking your throat- that was until some tears fell from your eyes, a small grunt coming from your throat. “Sorry sweetheart. You okay?” You're quick to nod. “Holy fuck Bin!” You moan out feeling the way the younger spilled inside of you.

“She’s all yours hyung.” Changbin smirked, pulling out of you. The older hastily replaces his friend's place, sliding into you with ease. Chan wasn’t smaller than Changbin that’s for sure, he was just slightly longer, pressing right against your cervix. Changbin leaned down to your face, leaving a small almost comforting kiss on your forehead before going to grab some towels to clean up.

“Fuck, Bin wasnt lying. You’re so fucking- shit, tight.” Chan muttered to himself, rutting his cock into you at a merciless speed. “Channie, I’m so close.” You whimper. Chan mumbled something into the crook of your neck as he held you in place, “Imma fill you up so much. You like that idea? Huh, you’re squeezing me so much- fuck.” With that he poured into you, your climax hitting you almost simultaneously. You came with a scream, practically sobbing both of their names. Chan pulls out slowly, careful not to hurt you. “Holy fuck.” The curly haired man sighs, watching the way both his and Changbin’s cum leaks from your swollen cunt. You whimpered at the sensitivity.

Changbin came back, warm towel and water in hand. “You okay, bun?” You simply chuckled breathlessly, nodding. “You guys are fucking insane.” You run a hand through your sweat-damped hair. “Guess that’s one way to work on cardio.” Chan helps clean you up, Changbin rubbing your leg. “I think I should have y’all spot me more often.” You hum, watching as the two men huff out a laugh.

You met Hyunjin on a random afternoon backstage at one of Stray Kids’ early shows before the lights, before the world knew him as more than a trainee with a pretty face and a body full of nervous energy. You weren’t part of the industry, not really. You were there tagging along with your cousin, a stylist-in-training who forgot her phone charger and begged you to bring it to the venue. You remember bumping into him—literally, shoulder against chest, awkward apologies exchanged in a cramped hallway.

He laughed, soft and polite, tucking his hair behind one ear. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking.”

Neither were you. But after that, you couldn’t stop.

It was the beginning of a slow, easy friendship. The kind that unfolds like pages in a well-worn book, comfortable, familiar, occasionally surprising. You ended up in the same coffee shops, the same late-night ramen joints, the same cramped dorm rooms where he and the other members laughed over horror movies and convenience store snacks.

What made you and Hyunjin different was the silence. Not awkward silence—never that. But the kind of quiet that hung between two people who didn’t need to fill the space with anything but presence. You understood his introverted spells, the way he disappeared into notebooks and sketchpads for days. He understood your tendency to overthink, your hesitancy to open up to new people.

He became your person. The one who texted at 2AM just to ask what the stars looked like from your window. The one who bought you hot packs in winter and made playlists for your bus rides. You never had to label it, but he was yours in a way no one else was.

He painted you once. Just your hands. He never told you he was doing it, just asked you to hold a piece of fruit one afternoon while he adjusted the lighting in his room. Weeks later, he texted you a photo of the finished piece, captioned with a single word: ‘yours.’

You didn’t ask what it meant. You didn’t have to.

Through the years, you watched him become Hyunjin—Hwang Hyunjin—idol, artist, fantasy. But he always came back to you, in small ways. A voice note here. A sketch of your favorite flower there. Movie nights, even when he was dead tired. He always had time for you, and you never questioned it.

He had other friends, of course. You weren’t delusional. But the intimacy you shared with him felt untouched, sacred. You knew what made him laugh until he cried, what song made him tear up in silence, the scent of the oil paint he used late at night.

Somewhere along the way, things shifted. You don’t know when exactly it happened, but one day you realized that your skin burned when he brushed your arm. That his gaze lingered too long when you wore off-the-shoulder tops. That when he hugged you, he held on a fraction of a second too long. That you liked it. That you craved it.

But you never crossed that line. You didn’t dare.

Hyunjin was flirtatious by nature, teasing, coy, all pouty lips and sparkly eyes—but there was something else in the way he looked at you. A softness. A depth. A quiet hunger he never acted on.

He wasn’t just pretty. He was breathtaking. Tall and lean with that graceful dancer’s body, lips made for sin, eyes that carried galaxies. And yet, he only ever seemed to look at you like you were the masterpiece.

Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was timing. Maybe it was the fact that you were so close, so intertwined, that the thought of losing him kept your desires locked behind your teeth.

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It started with a text.

hyunjin:

‘hey’

‘weird ask maybe, can i paint you?’

You were in bed when it came through. Face half-buried in your pillow, doom-scrolling past fan edits of him—shirtless, smirking, in that sheer black stage outfit you pretended not to zoom in on. You sat up, reread the message five times, then typed and deleted three different replies before finally settling on:

‘you’ve painted me before?’

He replied almost immediately.

‘not like this’

Your heart gave one of those annoying little skips. You could feel the heat pooling in your cheeks even though it was probably innocent. Probably. You waited, thumb hovering, then typed:

‘what’s “not like this” mean?’

It took him a minute. Long enough for you to overthink it, to imagine him staring at his screen, debating what to say. When the next message came through, your stomach flipped.

‘i wanna do a full portrait’

‘not just your hands or your back or whatever’

‘just you, sitting for me’

There was something about the way he said just you that made your skin tingle. Maybe it was the bluntness. Maybe it was the fact that he trusted you with this—something intimate, something artistic, something that sounded like it was more than just about a painting.

You stared at the message until your brain caught up with your body, until your fingers stopped fidgeting and your breath leveled out. Then:

‘okay. when?’

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His studio wasn’t what you expected.

It was just a spare room in his apartment, walls splattered with dried paint, a couple of canvases leaning against the corners, a stool in the center with a single warm light trained on it. Music played softly in the background, something instrumental and moody.

He met you at the door, hair tied back in a loose bun, oversized shirt smudged with black paint. He smelled like that cologne you always associated with him, clean, sharp, with a hint of something woodsy.

“You came,” he said, smiling like he didn’t quite believe it.

“I said I would.”

“Yeah, but you say a lot of things you don’t mean.” He wasn’t teasing. Not really. There was something searching in his eyes, like he was checking to see if you felt it too, whatever it was.

You stepped inside, took in the space. “This is nice. Very you. Chaotic.”

He laughed. “It’s better when the light hits right. You’ll see.”

You dropped your bag by the door, suddenly unsure what to do with your hands. “So… what do you want me to do?”

“Just sit,” he said, already turning to grab his sketchpad. “I’m gonna start with some quick lines, get the posture right. You can relax. We’ll talk.”

You moved to the stool, adjusting your position a few times until he gave a little hum of approval. He stood a few feet away, flipping the pad open, pencil already in hand.

“Is this for a project or…?”

“Nah.” His eyes flicked up to yours, then down again. “Just for me.”

That shouldn’t have made your breath hitch. But it did.

“So,” he said, voice casual, like he hadn’t just casually short-circuited your brain, “the comeback’s almost done. Title track’s crazy. Felix has this deep part that’s gonna blow people’s minds.”

You leaned back slightly, letting yourself settle into the rhythm of it. “Is it the angry sexy kind of comeback? Or the emotional sexy kind?”

Hyunjin laughed, head still down, wrist moving in soft strokes. “Definitely angry sexy. We’re in our fuck you era.”

You grinned. “Hot.”

There was a pause. You could feel his gaze on you again, flickering between your posture and your face.

“You look good tonight.”

Your stomach did a weird, slow turn. You didn’t reply right away, just tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and shrugged. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

He said it so easily. So simply. Like he didn’t realize the way his words sank into you, slow and warm and deep.

You glanced around, needing something to focus on. “How many people have you painted?”

He paused, pencil stalling mid-sketch. “Like… properly? Not many. You’re the only one I’ve asked to pose like this.”

You looked back at him. “Why me?”

His eyes lifted. He didn’t smile. Didn’t deflect.

“Because I know how to look at you.”

You should’ve said something clever. Should’ve laughed it off or rolled your eyes or made a joke. But the way he said it—quiet, sure, honest, left no room for anything else.

So you just breathed. Slowly. Carefully.

Then you said, “You’re flirting with me.”

He gave a soft little smirk. “Am I?”

“You are.”

“Is it working?”

You blinked. Heat surged through you in a sudden wave, hot cheeks, warm chest, pulsing low in your stomach. You opened your mouth to reply, and instead said:

“You should paint me naked.”

It came out before you could stop it. You didn’t even really mean it. It was a joke. A flirty little comment, the kind you’d made a dozen times before in less charged settings. But the second the words left your mouth, you knew they landed differently.

Hyunjin’s pencil stopped. Dead still.

He looked up at you, expression unreadable. There was a beat. Then:

“…Okay.”

Your breath caught.

“I—what?”

“I’ll paint you naked,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “If you want.”

You stared at him, frozen. “Hyunjin, I was joking.”

“I’m not.”

Silence stretched between you, thick with tension. The kind of silence that made your skin prickle. You could feel something shift in the air, something new and heavy and inevitable.

You wanted to laugh it off. But part of you didn’t.

Part of you wondered what it would feel like to let him see all of you. Not just your face or your posture or your hands—but you. Bare and unguarded and real.

And part of you, maybe a bigger part than you were ready to admit, wanted to see what he would do.

He didn’t say anything else. Just looked at you, waiting.

And before you could second-guess yourself, you reached for the hem of your shirt.

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You don’t even realize what you’re doing until your shirt is halfway over your head.

You pause for a second, arms tangled in fabric, breath caught somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. You want to say something, maybe still turn it into a joke, make it light, make it easy, but when you finally pull the shirt off and toss it onto the floor, the look on Hyunjin’s face shuts your brain down completely.

His mouth is slightly open. Eyes wide. Hands still clutching his sketchpad, but the pencil’s barely hanging on between his fingers.

You’re not even naked. Just in a bra, nothing fancy, black lace with a tiny bow in the center—but suddenly it feels like you’re wearing nothing.

“...Okay,” you say, voice way too breathless to sound normal. You try to smile. “You called my bluff. Happy?”

He doesn’t answer.

He just stares.

Like he’s seeing you for the first time. Like you’re not just his friend anymore, you’re something else. Something he can’t quite believe is real.

“I can put it back on,” you offer, and your voice is smaller now, not teasing anymore. “I was just messing around.”

“Don’t,” he says, and it comes out fast. Sharp. Then softer, like he’s catching himself. “I mean… only if you want to. But don’t because of me.”

You sit back on the stool, your bare skin suddenly way too aware of the air in the room. The studio light casts soft gold across your collarbones, down the slope of your chest. You can feel his eyes on you—like heat, like weight.

You glance at him. “Are you gonna sketch or just stare?”

He laughs once, short and nervous. “Sorry. Yeah. Sketching. Sketching.”

He fumbles with his pencil, nearly drops it, then clears his throat and lowers his eyes to the pad. You catch the way his hand is shaking a little. How his jaw flexes, how his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip like his mouth’s gone dry.

You watch him. Watch the way his gaze keeps dragging back to your chest, your stomach, your thighs. How hard he’s trying to not look hungry. How he’s failing.

“So,” you say, like your voice isn’t a little shaky too, “what’s the, uh—what’s the vision here? Do I get a Greek goddess moment? Or are we going full Titanic?”

“Stop talking,” he mumbles, not looking up. His cheeks are flushed. “You’re making it worse.”

That makes you grin.

“Oh? What’s worse?”

“You know what.”

You tilt your head. “You’re getting turned on.”

He doesn’t answer, but the tips of his ears are red, and he shifts in his chair like he’s trying to discreetly adjust something in his lap.

You bite your lip. Your skin is tingling. Your thighs press together, involuntarily. It’s like the heat in the room has changed—like the air between you is full of static.

“I didn’t think this would actually do anything,” you admit. “I mean, we’re friends.”

“Exactly,” he says, finally looking up at you, and there’s a raw kind of intensity in his voice. “That’s why it is doing something.”

You blink. “What?”

“You’re not just some model. You’re not just a body. You’re—” He breaks off, swallows. “You’re you. And you’re sitting there, all beautiful and confident and half-naked, and I’m supposed to just draw you like it’s nothing?”

You don’t know what to say. You don’t even know what you’re feeling.

You’d thought this would be a joke. That he’d laugh, roll his eyes, maybe throw a pillow at you. But instead you’re both buzzing. Breathing like you’ve been running. Hearts pounding. Every second that passes feels more and more dangerous.

You shift slightly on the stool, crossing one leg over the other, and you see the way his eyes drop. You see the subtle flex in his hands. The rise in his chest.

He’s hard. You’re sure of it now. There’s a subtle tension in the way he sits, a stiffness in his posture that has nothing to do with his sketch.

And the worst, or maybe best, part?

You’re getting there too.

You feel warm all over. Every time his eyes flick to you, you get this pulse between your legs—this low, throbbing ache that makes you want to move, to shift, to do something.

And suddenly you’re wondering what it would feel like if he touched you.

Not in some grand, dramatic way. Not all at once. But something small. The brush of his fingers along your thigh. The backs of his knuckles down your ribcage. His mouth on your neck.

You swallow hard.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, voice low and tight.

You nod. But then your voice betrays you. “Are you?”

His throat works. “No.”

And you don’t know what possesses you, maybe it’s the ache building low in your belly, maybe it’s the way his eyes look like he’s trying not to devour you—but the words slip out before you can stop them.

“Do you… want help?”

His entire body goes still.

You clarify, because you have to, because if you don’t you’ll explode. “With… with your hard-on.”

There. You said it.

And he looks at you like you just offered him something sacred. His lips part. His pupils are blown wide, chest rising and falling fast.

He nods.

Once.

Twice.

Three times, frantic and desperate, like the words aren’t coming fast enough.

“Please.”

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The moment the word please leaves his mouth, something shifts.

Hyunjin—your shy, soft-spoken best friend who blushes when you compliment his jawline, is staring at you like he’s about to fall apart. And you’re not much better. Your body is buzzing. Throat dry. Every nerve alive and humming.

You stand slowly, moving off the stool. The silence is so heavy it feels like a third body in the room.

He doesn’t move.

You step closer.

He still doesn’t move—but his breath hitches when you reach for the sketchpad, gently pulling it out of his hands and setting it on the floor beside the chair. His fingers graze yours, barely, but it’s enough to make your stomach clench.

“Okay,” you whisper.

Your hand moves carefully to the waistband of his sweats. You don’t pull, not yet. You’re watching his face, the way his lashes flutter, the way his mouth trembles with restraint. He’s letting you lead, nervous and desperate, completely open, like he’ll shatter if you stop.

You lean in, close enough that your breath fans against his ear.

“You’re so hard,” you murmur, almost a purr.

He whimpers.

Actually, whimpers.

You smile a little, heat pooling between your legs. “Thought you said you could handle it.”

“I can’t,” he breathes. “Not—not when it’s you.”

You kiss him.

There’s no hesitation. No second-guessing. Just mouths crashing together, all heat and hunger and months—years—of buried tension finally snapping loose. His lips are soft but eager, a little clumsy with how badly he wants you. He tilts his head, groaning into the kiss, hands gripping the arms of the chair like if he touches you too soon he’ll lose control.

You straddle him slowly, your knees on either side of his hips, settling into his lap.

And fuck, you can feel it now, his cock straining against the thin fabric of his sweats, pressing up against the soft part of your panties. It makes your hips jerk without meaning to.

He gasps.

“You feel that?” you whisper, brushing your nose against his. “You’re so hard for me, Jinnie.”

“Fuck,” he moans, head falling back. His neck arches and you take your chance, leaning down to kiss down the column of his throat, sucking gently just below his ear.

His whole body trembles.

You roll your hips, slow and deliberate, grinding down against him. The friction sends a shock through you, your clit catching just right against the fabric. It’s not enough, but it’s so good.

He’s breathing hard now, little gasps leaving his parted lips. His hands are twitching at his sides, and when one finally lifts, shaky, hesitant—you guide it to your waist.

“Touch me,” you say. “You can.”

That’s all it takes. His hands slide up your sides, warm and wide, fingers splaying across your back like he needs to hold you in place. He looks up at you like he’s still not convinced this is real.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, voice cracking. “I don’t—fuck, I don’t even know what I’m doing—”

“You’re doing perfect.”

You kiss him again, slower this time. Deeper. Letting your tongue trace his, dragging your fingers into his hair and tugging just enough to make him moan. He bucks his hips up into you, instinctive, needy, and the pressure makes you both gasp.

You whisper against his lips, “You want me to take it off?”

His eyes flick down to your bra. He swallows hard. Nods.

You reach behind you, unhook it slowly, then let the straps slide down your arms. The second it hits the floor, his eyes go wide—hungry. Like he wants to memorize every inch of you, paint you again and again, frame you in gold.

He reaches up with both hands, cupping your breasts carefully, reverently.

“Can I?” he whispers, thumbs brushing your nipples.

You nod.

He leans in, mouth warm against your skin, kissing along the curve before flicking his tongue over one nipple. You arch, grinding into him harder, and he groans, low and filthy, all breath and heat.

“Jinnie…”

“I can’t take it,” he gasps. “I need—fuck, I need more.”

His hands slide down to your hips, gripping tight, guiding your movements now. The rhythm builds, your clothed cores grinding together, wet heat meeting hard desperation, the friction slick and perfect. Your breath stutters. You feel yourself clenching around nothing, aching for more.

“Do you feel how wet I am for you?” you whisper. “I’m soaking through my panties.”

His hands tremble.

“You can touch,” you say. “If you want.”

His fingers hook in the waistband of your underwear so fast it’s almost funny, shaky and eager, like he’s scared you’ll change your mind. You help him slide them down, then press back into his lap, bare now, wet and swollen and hot.

The first touch is electric.

His fingers slip between your folds, slow and shaky, and when he finds your clit you both gasp.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “You’re—fuck, you’re dripping.”

You bite your lip, rocking against his hand. “You make me like this.”

He kisses you again, deeper, hungrier. His fingers rub tight little circles, then dip lower, teasing your entrance.

“I wanna be inside you,” he whispers. “But I don’t wanna rush. I wanna feel everything.”

“We will,” you promise, kissing him back. “But I wanna make you feel good first.”

He looks up at you, eyes wide. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing this.”

You grin. “That’s the point.”

You reach down, slipping your hand into his sweats. The second your fingers wrap around him, he shudders—eyes fluttering, hips jerking into your palm.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he moans. “Y/N—please—”

“You’re so big, Jinnie.”

He whimpers again, so pretty, and you stroke him slowly, matching the rhythm of your hips.

You’re both sweating now, breath ragged, moaning into each other’s mouths as you grind and stroke and kiss like you’re starving. You can feel your orgasm building—tight and hot and close.

“I wanna come on your cock,” you whisper. “I wanna feel you inside me.”

He nods like he’s possessed.

“I want that too,” he pants. “Please. Let me—let me fuck you—”

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You pause at the sound of his voice.

Hyunjin’s face is flushed, eyes heavy and glazed with need, hair sticking to his damp forehead. His chest is rising and falling fast, lips parted as he stares up at you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he blinks.

“Say it again,” you whisper, fingers resting against his bare stomach.

His jaw flexes.

“I want to fuck you,” he says again, this time firmer, his voice low and strained, like it’s burning his throat on the way out. “Please. Let me.”

You lean in close, letting your forehead press against his, your noses brushing.

“Then do it.”

He lets out a shaky breath. “I don’t have a condom—”

“I’m on the pill,” you whisper. “And I trust you.”

That’s all it takes.

He moves fast—like something inside him just snaps. His hands slide down to your ass, gripping tight as he lifts you up placing you on one of his tables in the room with surprising strength, mouth crashing onto yours in a bruising kiss. He’s not shy anymore. His body presses into yours, fully, completely, like he’s trying to mold himself against you.

“Tell me if I do too much,” he says, breath hot against your mouth. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

You nod, breathless. “I won’t want to stop.”

He kisses down your chest, licking over your nipples until you’re arching under him, legs falling open on instinct. His hands trail down your stomach, your thighs, until he’s slipping a finger between your folds again, and this time, it’s so much slicker. You’re soaked.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so wet for me.”

“For you,” you pant, gripping his shoulders. “Only you.”

He groans like he’s in pain, rocking his hips forward just once, grinding his cock against your entrance, dragging the thick head through your folds. The friction makes your whole body tense, hips lifting to chase the sensation.

“Please, Hyunjin,” you whimper. “I need you inside me.”

He presses his forehead to yours.

“Look at me,” he says, voice ragged. “I want to watch your face when I’m inside you.”

You do. You hold his gaze.

And then—slowly, carefully, he pushes inside.

The stretch is dizzying. He’s thick, long, and he goes slow, easing in inch by inch, his jaw clenched tight like he’s trying not to lose control. Your body clenches around him instinctively, and you gasp, your hands flying to his arms.

“F-fuck,” you stammer. “Hyunjin—you're so big—”

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he pants, voice shaking. “I’ll stop. I’ll wait—”

“No,” you gasp. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

He groans, deep and guttural, and finally sinks all the way in.

For a second, you both just breathe. Your bodies flush together, your chest pressed to his, every inch of him filling you perfectly. You feel split open, wrecked, full, but in the best way.

“I’ve wanted this,” he whispers. “For so long.”

You cup his face, pull him into a kiss, and then he starts to move.

The first thrust is slow, testing, dragging his cock out almost all the way before pushing back in deep. You both moan, eyes fluttering shut. His hands are everywhere now, your hips, your waist, your face, like he can’t decide which part of you to hold onto.

The pace builds quickly.

Soft grunts spill from his lips as he fucks into you—deep and rhythmic, grinding with each thrust. He’s still gentle, still careful, but the desperation is bleeding through. His hips slap against yours, the sound obscene in the studio silence, and you can’t stop the way you’re clinging to him—fingers tangled in his hair, thighs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in harder.

“God, you feel—” he chokes on a breath, “you feel so fucking good.”

You tighten around him, intentionally this time, and he gasps.

“Fuck…don’t do that,” he groans. “I’m not gonna last.”

“Then come,” you whisper. “I want you to. Come inside me, Hyunjin.”

He growls, actually growls, and pins your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your hip tight as he starts fucking you harder. Not rough, exactly, but deep, urgent, hungry. Like he needs to bury himself in you and never leave.

Your orgasm builds like a tidal wave, tight and sharp, curling through your spine.

“I’m-fuck…I’m gonna~” you cry out, legs shaking.

“Come,” he gasps. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel it.”

And when you do, it rips through you like fire, your whole body seizing, walls fluttering around him as you scream his name. He’s right behind you, cursing under his breath as he thrusts deep one last time, spilling inside you with a loud, broken moan.

You stay like that, panting, trembling, pressed together, for a long moment.

Then he lowers himself gently onto your chest, still inside you, kissing your collarbone.

“...Holy shit,” he whispers.

You laugh, breathy, dazed. “That’s one way to end a sketch session.”

He huffs a laugh too, then kisses your neck, your jaw, your lips.

“I’m never gonna be able to paint you the same again,” he says softly.

You smile.

“Good.”

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The studio is quiet now.

No more breathless gasps, no desperate sounds of skin on skin, just the slow hum of the fan in the corner and the afterglow settling between your bodies like a blanket. You’re lying on the floor with him, tangled together on a half-unrolled canvas drop cloth, skin sticking slightly where your legs are wrapped around his.

Your chest rises and falls slowly. He’s beside you, arm slung around your waist, cheek resting on your shoulder. Still catching his breath.

He hasn’t said much since.

But he hasn’t let go of you, either.

You glance down at him, brushing your fingers through his messy, sweaty hair. “Hey.”

He lifts his head a little, just enough to meet your eyes.

“You okay?” you ask, and the softness in your voice surprises even you. You’re still breathless, still flushed, but the concern is real. You care. Maybe too much.

Hyunjin nods immediately. “Yeah. Yeah—I’m okay. Just…”

He pauses, lips parting, eyes searching yours.

“I don’t want this to mess anything up.”

Your heart clenches.

“Me neither,” you whisper. “But… it doesn’t feel like a mistake, right?”

He shakes his head. “No. Not even close.”

A pause.

Then he reaches beside him and grabs one of his oversized hoodies from the floor, black, soft, probably worn to death. He helps you pull it over your head, careful and gentle like he’s afraid of hurting you. It’s warm, smells like him, and falls way past your thighs.

You watch him quietly as he tugs his own shirt back on.

There’s a faint pink flush still on his cheeks, but his eyes are softer now. Sweeter. He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m glad it was you,” he says. “If it was ever gonna be anyone, I wanted it to be you.”

Your heart twists, full and aching. You nod.

He walks you to the door like a gentleman, hand at the small of your back. When you step outside into the cool night air, he hesitates.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks.

You grin. “You better.”

And when you walk away, his hoodie hanging off your body, your thighs still tingling from the hours before,you realize this isn’t just a shift.

It’s a beginning.

@hwangjoanna @penguins-in-space @sammhisphere

* S for smut. F for fluff. A for Angst.

Ease. (s,f) You get to have sex again after years of being single but Changbin make sure it felt like it’s your first time all over again.

Muse. (s,f) Changbin is stuck in the studio, running out of ideas and what better way to get him out of slump but to call his source of inspiration, you!

The View. (f, suggestive) Despite the panic you were facing, Changbin got to enjoy the view he was seeing.

Lather. (s,f) As if the long day of work isn’t enough, your boyfriend decides to pick a fight with you for a petty reason.

Tryst. (s,f) Dating you behind your brother’s back is hard, but trying to keep it a secret while being in the same house with you is way harder for Changbin.

R.E.M. (s,f) You wished your boyfriend would come to cuddle you to sleep but have him invaded your dreams instead.

Disclose. (s) Trying to keep your relationship private is hard but when you treat it like a game, it’s a whole new fun for both you.

Splash. (s,f) As a friend of your brother, Changbin spent his summer at your house and found out that you always sneaking out in the middle of the night.

Body. (s,a) It’s one of those nights Changbin craves your body the most.

Refracted. (s,a) Changbin all of a sudden decided to stay in your house for a few days with an excuse that he needed inspiration for his music. Little did you know, he has another reason to stay with you.

Pied Piper. (s,f) Campus’s heartbreaker Changbin lost a bet that oblige him to be a nude model for an art class where he meets you and you impress him, impress him enough that he tries to charm you into his arms.

The Favorite. (s,f) You find your dream man in Changbin only to be his second favorite girl.

One Summer Night. (s) A part of One Series. The heat of the summer gets to you and your boyfriend, Changbin in both good and bad ways.

Make A Wish. (s,f) It's his first serious relationship but Changbin fears that he likes you more than you like him.

Test Drive series. (s)

#1 / #2 / #3

Meeting a cute biker at a traffic light, you shoot your shot and go on a date with him to discover whether he meets all of your ideal types.

Dark Red series. (s,f, horror, thriller) PART I Seospicy's Halloween special.

You had been secretly dating your boyfriend and successfully having it concealed from the public for a year now. For other people that worked in this industry, it was impossible to keep a relationship private, even some agreed that it was a struggle to keep it that way.

But for you and Changbin, it was just a game to play.

You both had been doing it plenty of times already, and you won some of them.

This is how the game works: First, you meet at a public event, and it won't be hard since you are both in the line of jobs that require you to attend some. The bigger the event, the better because then it will be hard for you both to try not to make it obvious.

Second, you dress to kill. You try to impress each other with your appearance or maybe with little things like A fitted suit with suspenders, a black tight dress with a deep V neckline, leather pants, or a garter under a red silk dress. Whatever it is that exudes pheromones and is capable entice one another.

Third, and the most important rule is to act like you didn't know each other, you are just two strangers who had met a few times only on occasions like this. If one of the two couldn't put an act anymore, that person loses.

The winner takes it all, and by all, it means nothing is off the table.

Tonight, Changbin was confident with his look: white fitted shirt with black suits and silk tie. He knew how much you like seeing him in suits. He bit his lower lip in the excitement that he would probably be the one winning tonight.

But his confidence shrank when he saw you, stepping into the party like you were the host. In a black dress that shines under the light, thin straps that hung on each of your shoulders that he was sure he could easily rip it with his hand, and when you spun around, the dress hung so low and exposed the smooth skin of your back to everyone in the room.

The dress sweeps the floor as you walked, there was a slit on the side of the dress that ran down from your mid-thigh, and your feet were in a pair of lace-up high heels.

And God, you were so beautiful and ravishing at the same time, he hates that everyone got to see it too. He wanted you for himself, maybe later after he won the game.

You sat on the reserved seat for you, crossing your legs by the ankles, and looked around.

Just like your eyes got used to searching him without you're meaning to, you spotted him right a table away from yours.

He locked eyes with you and subtly raised his glass at you.

You smiled in acknowledgment raised your glass at him and took a small sip.

"And let the game begins," you muttered under your breath.

When the formal part of the party has passed, and everyone was halfway drunk, mingling around and forgot that they are

As to not seem obvious, you never went to each other right away. You both waited and picked the right time to strike each other, even better when one was caught off guard.

Changbin came sauntering toward your direction, as he walked past, he brushed your elbow and pretended that he did it unintentionally.

"I'm so sorry," he muttered.

You turned on your heels and smiled at him, "no worries," you replied.

"Long time no see," he said to you with a smile that you recognized was somewhat mischievous and playful.

That would be a lie if people only knew that you sleep on each other’s bed almost every night and that he fucked you hard in the shower this morning before you went to your first schedule of the day.

But of course, they didn't know.

You just smiled at him and said, "Yes, nice to see you again," you responded.

You were aware that he got rid of his suit jacket, leaving him in his fitted white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You bit your lower lip at the shape of his muscles taken under the shirt, inviting you to touch and feel taut of it.

He knew you were noticing him from the way your eyes traveled down his well-built upper body, a result of his strict workout regime and a lot of weight lifting. Having ever witnessed him working out, didn’t help you in a time like this, you wanted to have his arm around you so badly and gripped you so tight as if you would fly away if he didn’t.

Thankfully, Bangchan came and broke you out of your daze.

He came behind Changbin with that charming smile of his.

"Oh, hi!" He greeted you, "I watched your drama, it's so good," he said to you.

"Oh thanks," you replied, "I'm only in it for 3 episodes," you added.

Bangchan laughed, "I'm only on episode 8, so please no spoilers!"

You chuckled, "that means only one episode left of me," you playfully said.

Changbin watched the interaction like he was watching a talk show, except that his focus wasn't on the talk but the exposed skin of your chest and leg.

"Please, meet my date for the night!" You introduced the guy, who had been standing next to you but was involved in another conversation.

He went straight to introduce himself and shook hands with both Bangchan and Changbin.

Bangchan recognized him right away, "Aren't you-"

"Yeah, I'm the intern," he answered since everybody mostly knew him by his role in the drama.

"You guys look so good together. Are you guys ended up together in the drama?" Bangchan wildly guessed.

You gasped, "You said no spoilers!" You reminded, "just because he's my date doesn't mean we really date," you added, then placed a hand on his shoulder and started to massage it.

"We've been friends for years," your friend added.

"A close friend," you corrected him, then glanced at Changbin, whose face became sour by the second.

"Excuse me, but can we take a picture of you, it's for the magazine," a lady said with a camera already aimed at the four of you.

You looked around and saw if anyone had any objections to the request, and when everyone agreed to have their picture taken, you moved around to form a pose for the camera.

Changbin immediately went to your side, claiming his spot next to you. His hand secretly snaked behind you and placed it on your exposed back, his thumb lazily made a circular motion on the skin.

You tried so hard to ignore it, you could only hope it didn't show on one of the pictures.

You parted ways since their manager called him out for them for a quick interview, "see you again!" You said to them, and Changbin shot you a deadly glare before walking away.

You smiled triumphantly because you believed you had just won the game.

When you thought that he already left the venue, you met again in the elevator heading down to the parking basement.

You exchanged a courtesy smile since there were other people inside the elevator and stood in the corner.

As the elevator rode down every floor, Changbin scooted closer to you with the hand that was holding the handlebar, going to your back. You saw in your peripheral vision that he held in his smirk as his hand went lower and lower, then gently squeezed on your clothed mound.

A lot more people got in the elevator, and that only made him even bolder with his action, slipping his hand through the slit of your dress and softly rubbing the skin of your thigh.

"We get out here," his manager announced.

The elevator stopped at a floor, but he still won't let go of his hand, instead, his hand went to your backside, and with his fingers trailing between the crack, he touched your clothed cunt, his fingers easily spotted your clit and applied pressure on it.

You accidentally slipped out a low moan but quickly faked a cough to mask it.

He quickly retracted his hand and walked out of the elevator when the door slid open. A second before the elevator closed, he flashed a sly smirk at you.

Fuck, he's so hot when he smirked like that.

You went straight to the bedroom once you got home, sat at the end of the bed, and let out a long sigh. The night felt so long yet so fast.

Changbin appeared in the doorway, "a close friend, huh?" He beamed then stepped into the bedroom carrying a glass and a bottle of white wine.

He came to your place only solidified the fact that you won tonight, and that made you smile triumphantly at him.

"Way back before you and I knew each other," you replied.

He handed you the glass, and you held it up as he filled it with the wine, the aphrodisiac smell wafting around you.

"Is there anything else that I should know?" He asked, sounding not amused with what you pulled tonight.

"There is nothing you should be worried about," you assured, then took a sip, letting the sweet alcoholic drink relax you.

You crossed your legs and reclined on the bed with a hand propped behind you.

"Let me," he said to you, then went kneeling on the floor.

You watched as he slowly untied the straps of your high heels and slipped it off your feet with a hand holding your calves, then ran it up to the back of your knee to plant a tender kiss on the skin right above the knee.

"That feels so much better," you said to him.

You finished your glass of wine, and he took the empty glass away then sat next to you on the bed.

He was getting impatient by the second that his hand flew to your neck, and brought your face close to place a haste kiss on your mouth.

He gasped when he let go of the kiss as if you had just breathed a new life into him. Your red lipstick smeared all over his lips, but he didn't care.

He moved his hand down to your shoulder, then slipped one finger under the thin strap of your dress, "are you trying to seduce everyone in the room, mmh?" He asked you, eyes staring into yours.

You ran a hand up to his chest and felt the outline of his muscles against his shirt, "I dress like this for you," you answered and inched closer to his face, "only for you," you added, then planted a kiss on his lips.

He slid the strap down your arm then placed kisses along your shoulder while you hummed in delight.

He dragged his mouth up to your neck and whispered, "you can have me your way, I am yours, baby,"

The way he said it only made you feel aroused, pliant, and ready to be under your control. That is what makes winning feel so good.

Your mouths connected once again for a long, smothering kiss while your hand worked to untie his tie. You opened your mouth for him with a sigh that he eagerly deepened the kiss and made you forget that you were untying his tie. Your hands traced his taut biceps, contracted under your touch, you always admire how big and strong his arms are.

He pulled away to hoist you onto his lap then reclined on the bed to give you the best view of his upper body.

"You know how much I like seeing you in a fitted white shirt," you said to him, hands roaming his clothed chest non-stop.

You pulled the tie from his collar then began to unbutton his shirt one by one with his eyes intently watching your fingers fiddling with the button.

He looked up at you with a sultry smile, a hand reached to put your hair behind your ear.

Finished with the last button, you parted open his shirt and slid it down his arms, you bit your lower lip at the sight of his chest muscles and abs.

Changbin enjoyed feeling your fingers trailing his bare chest, so gentle and feather-like, like a pleasant breeze on his skin.

You leaned in to bury your head in his neck, intentionally grazed it with the tip of your nose, and let out a warm breath to tickle his skin.

It worked all the time like flipped a switch inside of him that made him go feral. He couldn't stay still anymore, his hands went to your back and searched for the zipper of your dress.

You immediately grabbed both his hands by the wrists and brought them in front of you, shaking your head at him and clicking your tongue.

"You're not allowed to touch me until I tell you to," you reminded him.

He opened his mouth to complain but caved in, letting out a hiss through his gritted teeth instead.

"Now, hold out your hands for me!" You ordered.

He obeyed, holding out his hands at you.

You wrapped his silk tie around his wrists and made sure it was strong enough that he couldn't break away from it,

"Now, be good," you told him as you tightened the knot then pushed him down the bed, sending him laying on the bed with the end of his feet dangling at the end of the bed.

You lowered your mouth on his and gave him a deep kiss before getting off his lap then off the bed. You stood next to the bed and slowly slid your dress down your body, revealing your skin inch by inch to him.

Changbin swallowed, then kept his mouth slightly open as the dress dropped to the floor and pooled around your feet.

You stood there naked except for the flimsy lacey black underwear you were wearing.

You sauntered to where he put your empty glass and filled it with wine again, finished it in one long gulp, and filled it again.

"You want some?" You asked him.

Changbin stifled a nod.

You climbed onto the bed and sat on his crotch, you could feel his growing bulge against his dress pants then shot a knowing look at him. You placed his tied hands above his head then drank the wine, you leaned down and pulled his mouth open.

You pursed your mouth then slowly let the wine pour out your mouth and into his.

You paused to let him swallow the wine and continued when he opened his mouth for you again, emptying the wine in your mouth and into his.

A drop of wine escaped from the corner of his mouth, and you wiped it with your thumb.

You shoved your thumb into his mouth, and he eagerly wrapped his mouth around it, swirled his tongue on your finger pad.

You slowly pulled it out, "how is it tastes?" You asked him.

"So sweet," he responded.

You put the glass away and lowered yourself on top of him, began making a trail of kisses from his mouth to his chest, gave his nipple a nice, long lick before continuing going down south.

You sat on his legs and with a sly grin on your face, you pulled down the zipper of his dress pants. You slipped your hand inside his underwear then hummed in pleasure at how firm and ready he was for you.

"You're so hard," you said to him.

"I want you so much," he whined.

You giggled at how desperate he sounded, you felt mischievous and lowered your mouth on his abdomen, placing kisses around his throbbing member before taking his length into your mouth.

Changbin groaned in pleasure, after a while, he let himself get so intoxicated that his tied hands flew to your hair, which you swatted away and pinned back above his head.

"Baby," you warned and shot him a glare.

You slowly got off of him, then lay next to him and wrapped one hand around his length, giving it a few slow pumps.

You looked at his slacked open mouth as low whimpers spilled out of it, "I know you like that, baby," you cooed.

He slightly turned his head at you and brought his face close so he could capture your lips for a kiss.

You let him kiss you briefly before retracting yourself from him, you put his tied hands down and rested them on his stomach, then kneeled with your legs on each side of his arms. Changbin smirked because he knew what you would do next. He licked his lips a few times until they were wet with his saliva.

"Give it to me, baby," he said to you, his eyes lingered on your cunt.

You giggled at how enthusiastic he was even before you sat on his face, "so impatient!" You exclaimed.

He whimpered, "Please?" he pleaded.

You kissed him hastily on the mouth, then sat up, scooted upward to where he wanted you the most, and carefully sat on his face. You let out a gasp when you felt his hot mouth underneath your cunt, slightly hovering to not put all of your weight on him.

You looked down and saw his mouth full of your delicate flesh, savoring your essence with his eyes closed, then you felt his hands touching your back which you quickly swatted away.

With both of your hands holding the headboard for support, you slowly ground against his mouth and shifted to have him where you wanted him the most.

You tangled your hand into his hair, "You're so good with your mouth," you praised while looking into his eyes.

You looked over your shoulder, saw his tied hands were pumping his cock vigorously that his cum spurting out of his tip.

"Baby, you make a mess," you said to him and got off of his mouth.

He gasped for air, "no, please," he resisted, "let me taste you more," he begged.

You shot him a smile before lowering yourself on his mouth again, he hummed almost instantly the moment your sex met his open mouth.

Your legs started to shake from the intensified pleasure that made you grip the headboard tighter, with moans spilling out of your mouth.

That only made Changbin even more determined to continue his delightful assault on your cunt, slurping and sucking your cunt until you hit your high.

When you knew you were a nudge away, you quickly got off and collapsed onto the bed next to him, replacing his mouth with your hand circling your bundle of nerves until the pleasure slowly wore off.

You went to put a hand on his chest as you lay on your side to face him, his mouth and chin were glistening wet with your arousal.

You didn't hesitate to kiss him and taste yourself in his mouth, just the thought of it made you feel more aroused.

You felt his hands sneaking to touch your wet folds but again, you were quick to put his hand away. You brought his tied hands above his head again and pinned it there, "I'm still the one in charge, baby," you reminded him.

You went to get rid of his dress pants and pulled them down his legs, you used his underwear to wipe the mess he made earlier before straddling him by the waist.

You sat there and looked down on him, letting him guess what you would do to him next.

His hands flew to your chest to touch your breast.

You glared at him and pinned it back on the mattress. You lowered yourself on top of him with your forearms on his, "If you keep this behavior, I might have you tied longer than I intended to," you told him.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," he muttered but not quite convinced you.

You lifted your upper body just enough to have your breasts hanging above his face, "I know how much you like them," you said to him.

You brushed his lips with your nipple, in which he quickly stuck out your tongue to have it in his mouth.

"You want a taste?" You asked him.

He nodded, then opened his mouth as you lowered your breast into his mouth and let him have it his way, sucking on the flesh and swirling his tongue around your nipple.

He won't let go of your breast that you have to pull out harder, yet you lowered your other breast into his mouth and have him do the same deed while you caressed his cheek.

He tugged your nipple between his teeth when you were about to lift your body away from him.

You looked down at your breasts, swollen and wet with his saliva. You hummed as you ran both of your hands down his chest, going lower until your hand met his cock, then gently massaged the base of his cock before aligning your entrance with him.

Changbin witnessed the whole thing through his hooded eyes, his tied hands gripping the sheet underneath him and hissing once in a while.

Your moans grew louder as you kept easing down on him, taking his girth little by little, just like you usually do.

When he was fully inside you, you didn't waste time to begin fucking him as hard as you badly wanted since the moment you laid your eyes on him this night.

Keeping a steady motion of your hips and touching yourself as you kept riding him, you let yourself get drowned at the moment that you didn't realize the knot around his hands had loosened.

He broke the knot easily and untied the rest with his teeth, he quickly sat up to hold you close.

You gasped that when you opened your eyes, his face was only inches away from you.

"Baby," you groaned.

Changbin quickly wrapped his arms around you, "I can't help it. I need to touch you," he said, then buried his head in the crook of your neck.

You didn't have any other choice but to let him have his way, holding you close as you keep the motion of your hips going.

"Fuck, baby," he cursed, his lips grazed your earlobe as he spoke, "you know how to drive me crazy," he finished.

You giggled at his words and held him by the nape of his neck, picking up the pace of your movements as your high was closing in.

"I'm so close," you told him, endlessly pulsing your hips against his to reach your high.

He couldn't reply as he was also close to his climax from the grunts he tried to contain.

"Cum with me, baby," you ordered and looked at him, at his eyes that were dark and wide with lust.

You pressed a kiss as you climaxed and filled his mouth with your moans, and moaned some more against his lips.

You felt his nails clawing the skin on your back and cock twitching inside you, painting your walls white with his seed.

Changbin tightened his arm around you to lay you down on the bed without pulling out, he placed slobbering kisses on and around your mouth as you still relished the euphoric moment.

"I've been good, didn't I?" He asked you.

You took a deep breath before answering, "a little," you joked.

He pecked your lips, "cause it's my turn to behave you right now,"

You chuckled because you knew he would come, him having a way to fix your attitude of that night.

"You know what to do," he said to you with a stern facial expression.

And just like he flipped a switch inside you, you submitted right away to his command. You turned over on the bed, lying face down with your head on the pillow.

He went kneeling on the bed then lifted your body by your waist, forcing you to bend over with your upper body stayed close to the bed.

He traced the arch of your back down to the curve of your ass to finally land a slap on the skin, so hard that you gasped at the stinging pain.

Without warning, he pushed his length inside you again, and you moaned into your pillow since you were still sensitive from the previous penetration.

Changbin groaned out loud when he saw his length fully buried deep inside you, then landed another slap on your ass.

He slapped the skin again on the same spot, "who told you to look that good tonight, huh?" He asked you.

He began moving, thrusting into you at a steady pace with one hand on your waist and the other kneading on the flesh of your ass.

"Tried to make me jealous with another guy, mmh?" He taunted, "you think I'll let you go and let you date another guy?" He riled, along with another slap on the skin.

You yelped in pain while holding your stance since his thrusts pushed you forward to the edge of the bed.

Got lost in his pleasure, Changbin began ramming into you at a relentless pace that you had a hard time keeping your body steady.

You gripped the sheet underneath you, moaning whether in pain or pleasure or a mix of both.

"Don't even think you can get away from me," he remarked, putting his hand on the nape of your neck and pushing your head down your pillow.

He slowed his movements, then closed in behind you, kissing your shoulder, and brought his mouth close to your ear, "you are mine," he remarked.

He placed both of his hands on each side of your hips, "you," he said along with a thrust, "are," another thrust, "mine," the last thrust was so hard that it shattered you from the inside.

Changbin didn't even give you a break, he went faster and harder than before, slapping your skin that made you yelped in pain and clenched around him altogether.

"I'm the one who can fill this cunt," he breathlessly remarked, grunting and panting as he held your hips with strong grips of his hands.

"With my cum," he continued, "again and again," he finished.

He let out a raw groan, an animalistic one.

You didn't realize you were cumming and crying at the same time until you spotted the wet drops on the pillow.

"Feel that, baby?" He asked you.

He rubbed the skin on the back of your thighs, "I'm filling you with my seed," he added.

He trailed the skin on your back with feather-like touches that tingle you have you reeling from the orgasm you just had.

You hummed with your eyes screwed shut, "yes, fill me up, baby," you responded.

He rolled his hips, and the action made you whimper, "fuck, baby, you are just perfect for me," he praised you before slowly pulling out of you and making sure you felt the drag of his length on your walls.

He moaned as he watched a drop of his seed leaking out of your hole, letting out a satisfied sigh as another drop dripped down your thigh and the red marks he made on your skin.

"That's my baby," he murmured at you, slowly pulling down your legs to let you rest on the bed.

He went to shower you with his kisses and flipped you over, he wiped the tears on the corner of your eyes with his knuckles, "was it that good?" He playfully asked.

You let out a low chuckle, "good is an understatement," you replied.

He lay next to you and scooped your body close to him, brushing your hair with his fingers, "I must admit, that was a good game," he said to you.

You nuzzled your head on his chest, "I am surprised that you held it that long," you said.

"When I saw you coming, I felt like running to you and taking you home," he shamelessly admitted.

You laughed at his confession, then looked up at him, "you should step up your game, baby," you suggested.

He pecked your lips, "I will, but I won't tell you when," he said with squinted eyes.

"Ooo..." you cooed, "I can't wait," you shot a wink at him.

He ran his hand down your back, then down to softly caressing the marks he made, "I'll make you weak on the knees on the next game," he taunted, then kissed you so deeply as if he marked his words with it.

You can still remember the first day you, when moved into your new home — a cabin, surrounded with nothing, but threes and the wilderness. You contemplated if you wanted to take the risk of buying this suspiciously beautiful house in the middle of nothingness, considering that you are a young woman and would be all alone in such dangerous era. However the childhood dream of owning such a home in your adulteress won over any gut feeling in you. The only thing that calmed you a little was the lake surrounding you, but the almost sinister feeling of the forest stretching behind your house, still gives you goosebumps.

It is just, because you were alone, nothing more — just the instinct of being alerted at all times, as you can never know what might be lurking for you outside. You so hoped that this instinct wouldn’t just be an intuition in disguise…

The first few months were taking a toll on you. This seemingly small cabin was in reality too big for just you, making you spend a lot of time at making it seem smaller by buying useless things to fill in the open spaces of your home. The heat of the nearing summer left you almost suffocating, deciding to not leave your window open even a creak, leaving you spending a dozens of restless nights. You can’t lie that you didn’t think you maybe made a mistake, but the more time you spend outside on the small pier on the lake, the more it helped you get use to this new place.

You sometimes do miss the noises of the city — the cars honking, crowds of people loudly talking, but at the end of the day your mind would always seem to wander off, dreaming of something quieter. Life brings you something new in the change of the old and even if it firstly hurts or doesn’t feel right, it will all come together at the end. You do think a lot, or atleast since the time you moved, it was just you now. It helped you grow in some way, over come your fears, but you just couldn’t ignore it anymore. The first couple of times it happened were subtle, but the small hints told you that you are not as alone as you thought your were.

You still remember it, like it was yesterday, the first night you spend in your new home — staring at the clock on your nightstand and counting every minute. Time went by so slow compared to what you now can call your past and you so tried to ignore the window facing you. No curtains put, letting you see and hear the slightly swinging trees of the forest and wind softly whistling outside. Since then you have become so highly aware of everything. Your senses had hightened, it was like you could hear everything around you, see the unimaginable or was it just paranoia? Was the sense of something watching you just your own mind playing tricks on you?

That answer circled your mind every night and every day you spent outside. The first thing that happened that left you freezing in your spot was, when you were at your work. As your teeth hit the metal utensil, staring out the window to the starting rain, you suddenly remembered about your clothes that have been left outside to dry, only realizing that after your hard day of work you will have to do it all over again. However that didn’t happen…When you came home, water still falling from the sky, you quite not in some much hurry came to pick up your propably, completely soiled clothes. Shoes digging in the mud, you stood there in the rain for a moment, eyes strained to the clothesline only to find it empty. Your exhausted self thought that maybe the wind maybe swept it away, in frustration rushing up to the small steps leading to your home to atleast put your things away, before going on a search, only for you to stop dead in your tracks.

Something in that moment — the sudden rush of warmth going over you, made you shake. Somehow your clothes have been put neatly on to the front porch swing and even in the dark you couldn’t see a single wrinkle in sight. You knew that it should have been the first sign that something was here with you, but you chose to ignore it, even if your hands shook, when you pick up your clothes, before rushing inside. You can’t lie that you didn’t sleep that night, you can’t lie that this small thing scared you. But was it? You are certain that it wasn’t yourself, but what would you even say if you told someone? Someone came to my house to pick your laundry so it wouldn’t get ruined from the rain? It was somehow a kind gesture, but it also made shivers go down your spine. Maybe you were blind, maybe someone was living somewhere near you — neighbor perhaps, whom you still had the chance to meet.

It was this…something so subtle, till it wasn’t. You could feel it creeping up on you. What exactly? You are not so sure, maybe your situation and these small things that kept on on adding up, made you a little too paranoid. Every small creak of your wooden home or even the sound of the trees bending against the wind — everything that happened made you so highly aware, however you weren’t quick enough to catch it. The problem is that you didn’t even know what you were searching for. It could be anything and nothing at the same time, but you swear it had to be something…

When summer came, so did its heat. Sweat making your skin slick and hot to the touch. You hadn’t been so happy to have a lake outside of your home until now. You were aware that maybe swimming in said water wasn’t the safest, but it didn’t make you not atleast dip your feet in it. The change of temperature made you shiver, sighing softly as you closed your eyes. The sounds around you for once were peaceful, basking in the singing of birds and the soft air blowing across your heated skin. With your back layed on the pier, eyes closed, you almost slipped into unconsciousness, but then you hear a sound that cut into the blissful rhythm of your relaxing.

Your eyes opened then, staring up in the sky through your sun glasses, your ears almost twitching, when you heard leaves rustling. You didn’t move, didn’t even want to look, in fear it would ruin your sweet and quiet moment. You could tell it came from the shore, a little distance from your layed out body and you did almost let it fly over your head, when your eyes flutter. However, just when your eyes closed slightly, looking down the length of your body, you saw a shadow moving in the distance. The sight made you jump, blinking rapidly, though now it was gone and the only thing left was the sound of something hitting the surface of the water.

You didn’t wait even a second there, not so curious to even look back, pulling your legs out of the water like you were scared that it had already reached you. You ran back to your house with your heart racing, ears still ringing and at that moment the thought of it being an animal all along became the most logical thing.

However there was this one night that you can’t seem to get out of your head — it felt you so frightened and so confused that you believed it must be something out of this world, something that doesn’t have an easy explanation. You had already been ready to fall asleep before it happened. Eyes blinking slowly, tearing up a little from the light of your open laptop, voices of the actors becoming meer whisper as you fight the argue to fall asleep. You didn’t know at that time, why exactly you didn’t let yourself, it was like your own body already knew to rather stay on high alert.

A loud explosion coming from the movie playing on the small screen made you jump wildly, your already almost empty snack falling down your bed. Your body jerking, you already turn to your side to picked up, eyes trailing over the room to search, but your stare stops right on the other. Cold sweat pricks on your body, stilling in fear that makes its way up your throat till it choked out every last breath left in you. You don’t blink — can’t and you thought that if you would it would disappear. Glaring back at you, right outside your bedroom window were sets of glowing eyes, black mass of a silhouette. Of what? You couldn’t make out, but it made you gasp sharply.

The sound you made, which shouldn’t have been heard given to your movie playing in the background and the thick wooden walls of your home, alerted the thing staring at you, like it was till now completely unaware of your frightened gaze. With a blink of an eye you saw it disappear behind your window, but you didn’t miss the loud steps that it took, heavy and fast. Something possessed you there, maybe your own idiocy, because you rushed to your window to open it, lips parting to call out to it. You wanted to know it was real, not just your imagination or a demon haunting you, but only crickets and the soft sounds of outside were heard. Goosebumps appeared on your skin and not so much from the cold air of the outside, as your stare trailed all over the trees, searching. You didn’t even hear those heavy footsteps in the distance, head lowering in defeat and exhaustion only to come across smeared dirt right under your window. You couldn’t make out the stops left behind — human or an animal? But at that moment it felt like the beginning of something and somehow you let it happened…

Windows that you didn’t remember closing, when you left home for work, the flowers you have put outside watered and trimmed, that feeling of something watching you even at day, increasing more at night — the flowers on your doorsteps….You couldn’t stomach it anymore. You didn’t know if you should be frightened to death, but it never seemed like that it wanted to hurt you. It made you go to the nearby diner in your town to ask the local people, if they maybe knew of someone living in the woods, but they all told you the same — no one lives there other than you. Maybe it was your look of distress then, your hope crushed, leaving you at your starting point, but the lovely, old lady you have been talking to pulled you closer to her again to whisper in your ear. There was this saying that a creature lives in the woods, young people bored and curious searched for it, but never found anything. Such a serious tone and such a strange omen of sorts. The small warning made you frown. Every town has its own legend and you never considered your self a believer of something beyond imaginary, but the words made you shiver. However the thing you saw that night and those gifts maybe just be a two different things…or were they?

That conversation stuck with you. You considered calling the police, but what would you even tell them? Something is doing your chores for you? Takes care of you? They wouldn’t help you. You tried to pull yourself away from it and like it knew the gifts became bigger, more bold. Those flowers, which you always accepted held something so dear that you still couldn’t quite see, only feel and your romantically deprived self pulled them closer to your chest to lay a kiss upon them with your heart. You hated yourself that you couldn’t pull away, it almost became like some sort of routine. Was it an admirer? It should scare you more than it does, but the fear of unknown is more than enough. Your stupid self accepted each and every one of those gifts and with doing so, it only seemed to grow closer.

It is closer — closer than you think.

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Even if you tried, you couldn’t lie to yourself — you were not alone. Yet for the sake of your own inner peace, you longed for someone to talk to you. Until now, you had only yourself and this thing haunting you, but oddly it also helped you understand yourself more. You became proud of yourself and what you had accomplished so far, almost giddy when you called your old friends to come visit you and your new home. You knew you needed to see the better side of everything that had happened — to find some light in it, but it was so difficult, when you could feel its claws digging into the back of your head. Maybe it was something attached to the house long before you arrived. Maybe you just have to live with, till the time comes for you to understand.

Your fingers press at your temple. Your skin hot, slightly slick, a small smile on your lips as your eyes trail over the room. The glass in your hand is half empty, only taking small, short sips, already feeling good enough to know not to spoil it. Your muscles feel not so tense anymore, your mind empty. Your friends sitting across from you on your small couch laugh, the sound mixing in with the soft music you have put on, your playlist already replaced by unknown songs from how much time has passed by.

Your friend — long, dark hair, sitting at the corner of your sofa drowns down her drink, before catching your lingering gaze. “It’s really nice here, Y/N.” She compliments, beaming almost as she rolls her head to look around the room. The words make the other two stop their conversation to nod softly, also glancing at their surroundings like they didn’t notice it before. Your friend smacks her lips together, lipstick already gone and transferred onto the empty glass in her hands. “And the lake—“ She says dreamily and you smile at her tone, which reminded you of yourself, when you first come across this place.

“Thank you.” You voice is little rough, only now realizing you haven’t talk much since they arrived, throat and mouth a little dry from the alcohol.

“Don’t you get bored though…” Wonders your friend, tucking piece of her brown hair behind her ear.

The question leads your mind to wonder a little. “Not really.” You say firstly, shaking your head. “I mean — there are a lot of things I’m still working on –“ You laugh a little, smoothing down your slightly sweaty hairline.

Your friend cuts you off, shaking her head and sitting up a little straighter. “No, I mean — you are here all alone, it must be scary…” She trails off and your smile slightly falls at her words.

You hope your eyes don’t give away how much you agree with her, though there wasn’t a time you felt any danger…just this presence. “Yeah, sometimes…” You say, voice quiet, tapping your fingers on the glass of your drink. The small silence makes you a little fidgety, pushing your drink to your lips to keep yourself occupied. You don’t even fully take a sip, just wetting your lips as your eyes look up to their faces which clearly show the need for you to continue. “At first it was scary, I couldn’t even sleep — you know, new place, new bed.” You exhale, quite shakily, but you do put back a smile on your face. “But I got used to it…yeah.”

Your gaze falls from them to the vase on your table and the expression, which just faintly flashes across your face isn’t missed. “What are those?” You want to say the obvious — flowers, but not just any kind. You put them there the moment you opened your front door in the morning. It was the first thing on your mind, when you woke up. It truly started to become some sorts of habit, ritual…

“Oh…someone gave them to me.” You say and you wished you had something more to say other than someone, considering the excitement radiating from your friends.

“Tell us more–“ Pleads your curly haired friend, putting her glass on the table to firstly look closely to the different kinds of colors in the vase, before looking up at you with sparks in her eyes.

You almost choke on your own spit. You so wished to know — to know everything about what is happening around you. You also wished to tell them the whole truth, which is small, but it certainly would only raise concern and you don’t want that. It would only make you feel that also. “Well, I don’t — I don’t know, who it is actually.” Your laugh is short and dry, as well as their faces. “Someone just leaves them at my door.” You shrug and your vision travels to your other friend, who leans closer to you to trail her green eyes on your figure.

“Really?” Her eyebrow is raised, slight bite in her tone and you don’t answer firstly as you are puzzled by her small attitude. She tilts her head, eyes forming into slits. “Are you making it up?” She asks you and even with the smirk on her face you could tell it wasn’t so lighthearted as it should seem like.

“W-why–“ You stutter in confusion, looking at her. “Why would I?”

She shrugs at that, body relaxed, but that can’t be said the same for the sudden shift in the air. “I mean, every time we ask you if you have someone you get so offensive and like — you want us to get off your back with this and know you are actually happy when this someone gives you flowers.” Looking at the others, you do too and only your curly haired friend matches your own expression, whispering your friend’s name in a small warning.

You are not surprised that your other friend nods her head in agreement with the words — like usual the two stick together, just like the first time you met them, but you just didn’t expect to be told this. They all knew — they know you long enough and like true friends they wouldn’t talk about this, considering how hard these things are for you. “I am not making it up and what do you mean by that?” You sound maybe too upset, but it is so typical of her to talk and just talk, sometimes you wish for her to just shut up. The alcohol in your system doesn’t help you calm down, though you don’t feel like drinking this problem away. “My world doesn’t circle around men, okay? And you know how hard it is for me to find somebody–“

“Okay, I get!” Her voice is high enough to ring in the room, putting her hands up and you are so upset by the way this small, what should be happy gathering turned into. “Just like — nobody lives here other than you and you are telling me that somebody magically appeared out of nowhere?” Yes.

“I mean she has a point.” Says the brunette next to you, agreeing.

“Are you guys serious?” Your curly haired friend is shocked just as you are, but you on the other hand become speechless a little. They know this topic is something you don’t like to talk about rather alone fight over and just the tone of hers rises the question if she truly likes you or not. She is acting just like the men that have came into your live — not interested, just passing by and pointing at the things you should work on, make them different. Your older friend talks for you for a little, voice mixing together and you can feel the tension slowly eating you up, till it implodes with your friend waving her hands in the air.

“No–“ Now, she is trying to look like the victim of this argument as she didn’t started it in the first place, flashing her eyes back to your tense figure. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s just — it is okay not to have someone, you don’t have to lie–“

“Lie? I didn’t even–“

“But you do kind of need a boyfriend–“

“Yeah, you are a little pent up girl.”

“Pent up?” You raise your voice at that and you laugh inside at how ridiculous this whole situation is, but considering the timing, the fact this wasn’t the first time she started an argument over something, you have the whole right to be upset. “What’s gotten into you? I invite you here, in my house I bought with my own money and the biggest thing that concerns you is a man–“

Your own outburst surprises you slightly, but the look on her face only angers you more, there is no regret. Shaking your head at her, you feel small betrayal and the feelings bubbling in you burst at that moment. Putting your glass on the table, it almost breaks from hard you set it, standing up on your feet and only your true friend comes to catch you before you disappear. “Y/N, come on…” You can tell just how much it upset her also and you have never been more greatful to have her, but right now you just wouldn’t be able to sit back down and ignore what happened.

Everything that has been gathering up in you, pressing on your shoulders takes you to the front door. “I will be right back.” Something about the outside calls out to you and your shiver just at the thought of getting fresh air into your lungs.

“Y/N, where are you going?” The voice is in the distance already as you open the door to your front porch. “Hey!”

You don’t hear anything after that, when you slam the door shut and you almost regret storming off like this, but should you? There have been so many times, when you thought about ending things with these two and maybe this was just the cherry on top. Atleast you now knows, that you have at least one person, who sees you and doesn’t look down on you or tries to crack you open like a shell. Her words sting a little too much and you feel like you lied even to yourself there. You blame it on the colder air, when your eyes water. The tears are more from anger than anything, but you do wonder now — were you really just making it up? You look down at your feet, standing just at the spot where those flowers were put for you just few hours ago. You sigh at yourself, before walking down the small steps of your porch.

You don’t even look back, your feet moving on their own, walking into the direction of the edge of the forest. You do wish that there would be someone, who would understand you — not a friend, but a lover. Someone, who wouldn’t give up on you and wait for you. Someone, who would understand your feelings and know about your struggle to show an emotion, which you are so afraid of. However you have been so alone for so long you don’t know even know, what would you do if someone like this would show up. Maybe you would try to pull away at first, see if they truly like you and not just the thought of you. See if they truly want to get to know you, get to learn about your likes and dislikes and just be there for you. Just maybe someone who would take care of you at your hardest moments…

The sounds of the branches and dirt cracking under your feet is rhythmical, lips parting and closing, talking to yourself in complete silence what felt like just a moment. Your inner monologue is cut off, when you accidentally lose your footing on the moist surface, saving yourself from a nasty fall just in time. Your hands fly to the tree next to you, wood digging into the palms of your hands and you curse a little at your own clumsiness. Just then you look up from the ground, eyes trailing back only to see nothing…nothing, but the forest.

For how long have you been walking around? You just now realized how quiet it all was. Nothing, but the swinging trees and the moon shinning down on you. You lean away from the tree, gaze still on the direction, which you think you came from, only to realize you, that in your small unconsciousness you did not walk in a straight line. You let your own body guide you, mind too occupied and the fear rising in you slowly closes its hands on your throat. A shaky sigh leaves you at that and you fight the obvious — you are completely lost. You have never been so deep in the woods before and all that anger and sadness in you is replaced with nothing, but panic.

The wind blows through your hair, rustling them. The soft strands kiss your cold bitten cheeks, lips parting in silent sighs. Your hand is placed over your chest, fingers expanding in what seems like a hope to warm your self up or more like to calm your racing heart. The concerned and scared look is bright on your features, but it doesn’t hide the natural spark and beauty your eyes have. With each blink of an eye, your eyelashes flutter over your cheek bones and at that moment, it was like, he was seeing you for the first time.

Snap! The sound alerts you, so loud and so close. Your whole body freezes at that moment, pressing yourself back into the tree in hopes that you would disappear into it. You don’t breathe, not turning to the direction. You want to think that it was nothing, just the nature of the forest, but then you feel it — the eyes on you, its presence. Your mouth opens, but no sound is let out. You can feel it like it was right next to you, never till now you haven’t felt it so greatly. You couldn’t — you can’t right now, you truly feel it. It didn’t came from your imagination, it came from the direction right behind you.

Your lungs fight for breath, eyes staring wildly in fear right before you and you don’t hear anything other than the sound of your own heart in your ears. No other twig snaps, but you know it is there, here with you. The more seconds past by, the more feel the unbreakable pressure on the back of your head, the unknown thing behind you like calling to you, telling you to turn around and see. You don’t know if you want to, you can’t run, because you don’t know where to go to and even if you did something told you couldn’t outrun this fate of yours. You do not want to, but you need to — you need to know.

Your eyes fill with tears of fright, your anger still lingering in you, but now it is only anger at how foolish you were. Your body shakes, head twitching as you slowly turn your head to finally lay your eyes upon it behind you. It was something about the way you just knew it had to be it, the reason for the weight on your shoulders, the reason you felt so look after, while also so alone — the reason for your nightmares. Tears escape your eyes as they widened at the sight, nausea filling your body, shivers going down your spine.

You for a moment stand there, absolutely unmoving, because you didn’t know if your mind is still playing tricks on you. You wished so — because those bright, piercing, yellow eyes of the creature, almost make you fall down to your knees. Standing before you, so close and unmoving, just like you, was a wolf, but not like an other. You have never see an animal so big before, it seemed like it could reach to your collarbones and you can’t help, but let out the little noise of fear from the back of your throat. Its fur was dark as the night and if it weren’t for the moon only its eyes would gave away its presence.

Your sound of horror seems to alert it, eyes till now unblinking, ears twitching at your whimper. That only makes you realize that it was real — you are lost in the forest, with no sense of direction, unarmed and all alone, with this creature before you, which seem like anything, but an ordinary wolf. You know you shouldn’t move, can’t even, but when it showed how much it knew of your presence, your own body moved on its own. Your human instinct told you to run and so you did.

Your ears started to ring from the moment your legs started to move, your frozen muscles screaming at your pace, which you didn’t even know you were capable of. You drink up loudly the air swishing around you. The fact you couldn’t hear anything other than yourself only made the terror in your body rise. You don’t turn around, you don’t want to know, how far away or how close it is to you. Your small pathetic sob echoes around you, because you just knew you will not be fast enough to out run it, let alone fight it, if it comes to it. You pass trees, never ending, everything to you seemed the same and after a moment you just run, nothing more, just so you could get away from it. However a simple mistake — small, not calculated step leads to you falling.

You cry out, your uncovered knees burning as they scrape on the ground. Your legs shake, just your hands now holding you up from falling into complete exhaustion. Gasping for air, your whole body screams, the lack of oxygen making you feel so empty and weak. The alcohol which you consumed makes your head spin, turning to your side and you shake your head in denial, when you see it standing right behind you. You are speechless by how you didn’t hear it until now. The wolf doesn’t even breath heavily like you and you cower in fear from how massive it looked in your position.

The disgusting feeling of the truth that you are nothing, but its prey makes you see black spot in your blurry vision, watching it stalk to you with no fight left in you. You can’t believe yourself that you are giving up just like that, but you now know you could never out run it — you can do nothing, but watch it walk into the stream of light coming from between the trees. The wolf’s fur almost glistens in the light, but it isn’t the thing that catches your attention. In its mouth, so delicately and carefully grasped between its sharp teeth, are flowers…

They held the same colors, which you recognize way quicker than you imagine, while being in this situation. Something washes over you, confusion mostly, but then it fades into something warmer. Warm — its gaze is soft, not alerting, but you do push your legs to your chest in terror, when it lowers its head. Your eyebrows furrowed a little, tears suddenly slowing to a stop, only their residue drying on your cheeks. The wolf’s jaw unhinges, putting down those flowers before you, without taking its yellow eyes away from you. Just now, just before you had turned your head till you for the first time look upon it, you suddenly remembered the fact you knew it has to be it.

It doesn’t come closer to you then, instead it turns back around, you watching it closely as it stalks to a tree. Should you run? Something tells you not to at this moment and your own body betrays yet again. Your eyes flicker back to the flowers and you wondered if it already had them, when you saw it for the first time. The air around you seem to change — not so thick and hard for you to breathe, glancing at it once more just as it disappears behind the tree. The way it looked at you, its presence and way of acting — why are you thinking like this? Your chest tightens even more, the last tears left in you escaping as you watch it come back from behind the tree, but what appears leaves you in a state of complete shock.

Wolf no longer, not an animal, but a silhouette of a man stands there, his head turning to look at you, a familiar reflection in his eyes. Your back straightens, disbelief and confusion striking you. You firstly think it’s the trick of an eye — imagination, no you cannot be in denial any longer. The man, who just moments ago was an animal walks out of the shadows and your lips part, when your eyes land on his face. Eyes, so dark yet filled with so much light, masked a little, with the way his dark hair falls into them, plump lips parted in, what seem like a mimicking of your own shock. His body holds the same amount of muscle as his other form and you shake your head at this reality of seeing a man and wolf all together.

His hand outstretches to you, in what seems like a calm demeanor, but how can you be calm? You still can’t fully grasp it, the truth so bitter and obvious, but you can’t just accept what your eyes saw. This isn’t possible, anything…With your inner battle, panic fills you, when the man walks closers to you and with all your strength left in you, you stand up on your wobbly feet. “No, don’t-“ His voice makes goosebumps rise on your skin, but you don’t listen, already moving to run yet again.

However even against this man it is no use. You don’t even fully take two full steps before you feel his touch. His arms come to wrap around your body, squeezing you enough for you not to move even an inch. You freeze, gasping in shock, eyes falling down on his arms. No sign of strain in his muscles, even when you start to twitch and fight against him. “Get off me!” Your voice is scratchy and weak. You can feel his chest rising against your back, his breath fanning over your naked shoulder. It is him — how? His presence so familiar, but so new. “Please…” You whisper, head hanging low and your small tone of voice makes him momentarily freeze, before releasing you from his grip.

You instantly jump away from him, turning back to fully get a look at him. He gazes at you so softly that air gets stuck in your dry throat. “I am not going to hurt you.” You almost shudder, when he puts his hands up yet again. His eyes — just with his eyes he pleads for you not to run away again, though you do back away from him enough till your back meets a tree.

It’s so quiet around you — too quiet for you to escape your reality. The rumors, once a fairytail, now turns into nightmare and the truth. A creature in the woods…it was all him. All those times you felt something watching you, it was him all along. Wolf, a man all together, standing right before you, gazing at you with so much softness that it scared you more than anything. “You – you…You are–“ How hard can it be to say the truth, when are already accepting it? “It was all you.” You shake your head, lip quivering.

Something like a regret, small shame flashes in his eyes at your tone and if it weren’t for your panicking, you would think it was all fake . “Yes…” He says.

“You are a…” You can’t even say it, because it would only make it real, though how long can you hide from this, when it is right infront of you. Your eyes close in small defeat, opening them again and this small move of yours makes him take a step closer to you. “No, don’t come any closer!” Your tone is weak, only filled with fear and not enough anger and strength.

“Please–“ His tone is soft and his demeanor makes you think more about your own. “Don’t be scared, I would never hurt you-“

The words sound so truthful, yet you don’t find yourself fully believing them. You don’t know his intentions, only acting upon, what he has done so far. “You…” His name is still unknown, but now atleast you can put a face to all of those things that happened. You want to believe him and you do a little, but you just can’t accept that he is the thing that has been haunting you — taking care of you. Your eyes trail over him thankfully, few beats passing as you watch each other. “If you don’t want to hurt me then why didn’t you atleast not once come to me, told me that it was you. I would–“

“You would have run away.” He says and the words make your lips fall shut. Was he watching you for that long to know how would you react? Or is just your human nature and his not so — you probably would respond like any other person, but yet you stand here talking to him. A werewolf…He wondered, played this exact scenario in his head multiple times, but it would always end up the same. He knew you would be like this — staring at him, seeing him for what he truly is..

From the first time he saw you, he knew, he wouldn’t be able to just let you go. Something about you was so different — different from the people haunting him. You can understand — you will. His human side, almost forgotten, awoken by the first sight of you. He didn’t know how to act and what to do, only acting on what his heart was telling him and he never intended to hurt you nor scare you. However now, the look on your face, so distant, almost like you aren’t here with him at all, probably fighting your own inner battle, makes his chest tighten. The sigh that leaves him makes you look at him again, eyes glistening in the cursed light of the moon. “I couldn’t…I couldn’t come to you, because of the moon.” The response makes your face soften, gaze just lightly glancing up in the sky. “It ties me together, it controls my human and animal nature. Only at night I can roam freely like this and if I did come to you at day, I would only grow weaker. If a give up on the moon in change of the sun, I will no longer be myself…” Your frown is deep on your features, but he can see your tense shoulders slightly slumping, body softening at his quiet tone. “I never imagined myself being like everybody else — I despise it–“ His voice turns bitter, as the memories of the people searching for him find him and you do not need an explanation to it — you understand. “From the moment I first saw you…you. You made me feel more than animal and for once I long for walking in the sun again…”

Those words — so softly spoken, so lovingly…Do you really make him feel like this? Did just your presence make him want to change his nature? Just because of you? Every time you felt him, the memories of his presence at night makes you realize that maybe he truly wasn’t trying to make you feel scared. He wanted you…to feel safe, he wanted to be there with you, he just didn’t know how. He did those things to make you feel aware of him to make you notice him like he did to you. “Those things–“ Gifts. “What did they mean?” You ask him, but you already know, you already understand.

“Did you like them?” The sudden sweet tone, mixed with what seems like innocent excitement, confuses you a little, but your expression doesn’t stop him for continuing. “Sorry, my courting skill are not that good–“

“Courting?” The meaning of this word is foreign on your tongue and you are completely speechless at this confession. You knew that it had to mean something — even your friends thought this was it, but actually hearing it being confirmed is another thing. “You call that courting…I was — I am…you are not-“

Your stumbling over your words leads him to come closer to you and for the first time you don’t pull away. “Y/N.” Your lips fall apart at the sound of your name, surprised by him knowing it, but you should have known better. Your stuttering is silenced, when he is suddenly right infront of you, till you can feel is warm breath mixing with yours.

“What do you want?” You whisper in the air between you two and you can’t stop yourself from not becoming breathless at his presence. You naturally corner at the close proximity, knees buckling under you as he leans over your body.

He tilts his head at that question and he wonders why to use this type of words, when it is so obvious. “What do I want?” He repeats, looking down at you. You can’t look away from his eyes, lost in his irises and dilated pupils. Was it really that hard for you to find somebody that would take care of you? He will give it to you. His fingers touch your cheek, stained with your tears and you gasp at the unexpected contact. “Don’t be scared of me, I am real…”

“That’s the thing that scares me…” His fingers trail over the traces your tears have left and you feel the warmth of his skin radiating, just from his finger tips. The cold you feel screams for his warmth, that is what you would like to tell yourself, when your eyes flutter closed. You can’t remember the time you felt like this, did you ever? Something about him is just so soothing, melting on your tongue and your heart skips a beat, when he places his palm on the side of your face. “What is your name?” You wonder out loud, eyes opening and unmoving from his.

“Changbin.”

There is subtle smile on his pink lips from the way you let him touch you and he has to fight back his own shiver of pleasure. “How long have you been here?” You ask more. Maybe because you can feel where this is leading. Were you trying to prevent it? No…you are too smitten by his nature.

“Long time, not particularly staying at one place, till you got here…” You silently gasp, when his thumb catches over your cupid’s bow. You don’t know what is happening to you right now. You are turning into nothing, but a puddle by just few small, little, sweet words and actions — however it is real, all of it. You don’t even know him, but he does know you enough it seems. The attraction you feel for him should be normal, but not the way you so openly let him touch you like this. He really is a magical creature. “You were like a breath of fresh air. I could feel your kindness, I could see how much fight and passion you hold…I apologize for scaring you, I just — I was scared just like you…”

You already know, you already understood, but it doesn’t make you not want to hear him say it. “Why?” You breath out, your small word being traced with his finger.

“Because I–“ He leans just a little closer, stopping himself from, what he wanted the most. His other hand falls next to your head, caging you in and galloping you with his body. “I wanted you to see me, not like that but like this…”

“Why?”

Your question is not answered from his lips. His hand leaves you only to trail over your cold arm, goosebumps only defining from his touch. Changbin hand wraps around your wrist, not too tight, like he wanted you to know that you could stop him any time, but to his delight you don’t. You let him take your hand, placing it over his chest, pushing hard enough for you to feel his racing heart. “Because of this…” Your hand trembles under his, melting at his words and you just can’t help it, but feel him. Never once in your life you had someone talking to you like this. You shouldn’t — he watched you, stalked you, but his sincere voice, made you believe that what he is saying is coming from the heart.

His hand leaves yours, but you don’t move it away. He places his both hands on either side of your face, making you glance back into his eyes. “You are so beautiful.” He whispers so sweetly, closing your eyes for a split moment, completely missing how his eyes turned dark.

“Changbin…” You whispered his name for the first time, mind fuzzy from him alone.

The darkness of his gaze sends shivers down your spine — so predatory, it only makes you remember who and what is holding you. “You didn’t throw away a single thing I gave you.” He states it more than questions it and the look he gives you next…you can’t quite place it. “I know you feel it too.” You are so ashamed that you do.

Your mouth opens in response, when he leans closer to you, till you can feel your lips grazing over his, your every word bouncing off his skin. “This is too much for me.” Your body tells you both otherwise.

“Then let me handle it…” Changbin mumbles over your lips. He wets his with his tongue, the smooth muscle touching your lips so quickly you gasp in shock. “Stop me if you don’t want it…” ‘You want it’, screams a voice in your head.

You don’t say anything back, any response silenced by yourself and his lips pressing to yours. It is softer than you expected, just subtle innocent kiss, till it quickly turns into something, filled with border line hunger. His tongue swipes over your lips, your gasp only letting him in, making you silently whimper into his mouth. The grip on your hips isn’t missed, so hard, that you almost jump at the sensation. He squishes your skin between his fingers, making the material of your dress bunch up. You can’t seem to keep up with his pace, he kissed you with so much passion and want that was held back for way too long. You are now meer puppet in his greedy hands.

Your hands come to his shoulders, squeezing at the hard muscle. His teeth wrap around your bottom lip, softly tugging at it, till it’s red and puffy. “You taste better than I imagined.” Your mind is empty, letting him trail his kisses to your cheek, your jaw, before they go lower to your neck. He is making you feel like a completely different person. You would have thought that you can fight your own desire and needs just fine, but the heat rising between your thighs says otherwise.

Your lips still tingle, tasting your mixed spit and you have to wonder if he isn’t an enchanter instead. His lips wrap around the thin skin of your neck, sucking so harshly you can’t do anything, but to take it. Teeth pricking on you next, saliva dripping from his mouth like an hungry animal tasting your flesh. “Changbin–“ It is so quiet you don’t even hear it yourself, it is like his name is the only thing you have ever known. Just like he wanted…

He releases your skin with a pop, hair framing his dark hooded eyes that pierce through yours. “Yes?” He is breathing hard, chest rising heavily.

“Don’t stop.”

Something comes over him at your words of consent, making him grab at your waist, before you are being lifted off your feet, with such an ease it leaves you gasping for air. Your feet dangle in the air for a moment, before he lowers you to the forest’s ground. Changbin’s hand gripped at your thigh, pressing into his, till he unexpectedly slides his leg between your open ones. The move makes your shake, back arching a little at the sensation of the coldness under you. It doesn’t even make you shiver, because he presses his chest to yours, till your breaths turn into one.

He kisses you again, full with teeth and tongue, huffing through his nose, when he gets the first whiff of your arousal. His hands roam freely and boldly over you — your legs, pushing your dress up, making it pool to your hips, your soft stomach, your chest, fingers caging in your erected nipples. You moan softly, your sound being swallowed hungrily by his mouth as he rolls your buds between his fingers. It sends electricity through you, legs closing, hips shifting, till you can feel his thigh pressing into your center.

Changbin pulls away from you at that, watching you closely, before he manhandles you to his liking. Your legs untangle themselves from his, him holding them tightly in his grasp, before he pulls you closer to him. Your bottom half lifts a little from his sheer strength, gasping when your dripping cunt meets his covered cock. “Feel that?” Leaning back over you, he moves his hips against yours and your mouth hangs open at the feeling of him against you. You feel so dirty, laying down here in the forest with a man who just moments ago revealed his true nature. With his arms on either side of your head, he is in a good enough of distance away from you to see the expression on your face, cock twitching at the sweet frown on your pretty face. “This is what you do to me…look at me–“ You don’t hear him. Mouth opened in small sounds of pleasure, completely fucked out just from the small, delicious rolls of his hips. You hear him hissing a little, when your leg drew to wrap itself around his waist, before there is a hand on your jaw. “I want you to look at me.” The hard pull at your head makes you look up at him finally, eyes glistening at the possessive look in his eyes. “There — so pretty, pretty only for me.”

You moan softly, already drunk. Changbin traces his hand over your exposed thigh, eyes leaving yours to your barely covered pussy and he can’t help it, but breathe your scent in from the sight. So fucking sweet — he is loosing his mind already from how you are letting him do these things to you. Your skin so soft, cold, replaced now by the heat coming from him. He watches you twitch against him, when his fingers touch the band of your underwear. “Want me here, huh?” He is cocky now, completely opposite to the sweet man minutes ago and it gives you a whiplash.

You only blink at him, eyes going to the amused smile on his lips. You can’t even think about how much his behavior changed, because he suddenly cups you into his hand. “F-fuck–“ You gasp in the silence of the night, hips jumping into his hand, mewling, when his index and ring finger press at you through your underwear. The material is already ruined, soaked through and melting into a perfect mold of your spasming cunt, while he slowly yet roughly trails his fingers through your covered folds.

“Fuck, you are already soaked, baby-“ Changbin watches your chest rise wildly with his every move, licking his lips at the feel of your slick coating him. You are a mess. You look at him through your eyelashes, whimpering at his every move. You feel hot all over, so needy, that you found yourself humping his hand. You have never seen yourself like this before, face flushing in small embarrassment, but that only makes his cock swell.

You feel him push your underwear to the side, the elastic springing lightly back and that makes him release a small sound of frustration. Your sound gets caught in your throat, when he tears the material, shredding it into pieces, before throwing it away like it this small piece of clothing was offending him. “Please!” You gasp, hands digging into the ground beneath you. You don’t recognize your voice even, but your behavior doesn’t seem to surprise him.

“Ah – so needy, already. I thought you wanted to take this slow–“

“I–I do, but…just touch me, please.” You whisper back, sitting up a little on your elbows to gaze at him, while he traces shapes on your inner thigh. “I want it-“

Changbin hums lowly, the sound vibrating in his chest, almost like a purr. “What do you want?” You bite at your lip, holding your tongue for a moment, but you can’t control your desire anymore.

“You.”

He takes a deep breath, eyes almost rolling back into his skull. The first dip into your wetness makes you both moan, fingers spreading your lips open to touch your most sensitive parts. Your mind keeps swirling, falling back, till your head meets the ground. “Yes, look at you…so so so pretty–“ Whimpering, his other hand comes to your lower tummy to stop you from moving. He doesn’t let you move, but your legs close a little, when he presses onto your clit.

“S-so pretty – ah!” You repeat lowly, completely delirious. You tremble a little, when he flicks your bud, teasing you into a mess that you already are. He doesn’t stay at one place too long — from swirling tight, slow circles on your pulsing clit, he moves away to spread his fingers over you, till the tips of his fingers touch your entrance.

Changbin doesn’t hold himself back too much, enjoying the way your face turns into desperation brought him way too much joy. Just moments ago you seemed so sure of yourself that you wouldn’t let him break you, but here you were whimpering by his every touch. He dips his middle finger just a little inside you, breathing through his nose at how your cunt already tries to suck him in. He wonders what you will look like, when he finally fucks you onto his cock, how he will mold you onto him, perfectly ruining you for any other. There will never be no other — he will make sure of that.

Just his finger prying at you is enough for you to feel a slight strech, humming in pleasure, when he finally sinks it into your heat. Your gummy walls squeeze him tight, eyebrows furrowing, when he immediately curls his single finger. He can see it on your face — how much more you want, even if your body is already shaking, just by a single finger, but now he has to think — who is he to not give you the pleasure you deserve? “Oh–“ His ring finger joins his middle one, not even giving you a second to breathe as he already curls them inside leaking pussy.

He moves his fingers slowly, tips of them trailing deeply over your upper walls. You can feel his covered cock pressing onto your thigh and you swear you can feel it twitch, with the sharp moan you give him next. “Come on, baby…give it to me…” You whole body trembles, upper back lifting of the ground, when you suddenly feel him touching the one part in you that makes you see stars. There is suddenly a smile on his face, watching your pretty eyes widened, lips parting in silent moan, when he presses harder over the one gummy spot. “There?” He rumbles lowly and you don’t even have to answer him giving the look of bliss on your face.

His fingers suddenly still, as he moves to lay back next to you. He still presses onto your spot however, other fingers on you like hooking onto you. His lips found your collarbone, laying a kiss on your skin, so sweet and so opposite to the way he suddenly starts to move his hand. “Oh, fuck!” You almost squeal at the unexpected move, breathing turning into series of gasp as he starts to finger your cunt, each pump of his fingers pushing harshly into your spot.

“That’s it–“ Changbin’s words of encouragement are mumbled into your skin, eyes on the sight of his digits disappearing into you. He scissors them, curls them — he does everything and that sends you hurling into your peak way too quick than you anticipated. Your fingers were never long enough to reach that delicious spot inside you perfectly, always too impatient to build up the orgasm you only wished of having. He does things to your body, it seems like he knows it better than you do, because you can already feel your juices coating your inner thighs. The nasty, borderline filthy noises coming from between your legs make you flustered, almost wanting to jump away from such pleasure, but he doesn’t let you. His grip is tight onto you, mouthing, nibbling at you with his teeth and you can’t do anything but succumb to him.

Your hands rest on his arms, fingers digging into his muscles that ripple under your touch. With him hovering over you like this, you can clearly see how much bigger he is compare to you — it was almost like he was becoming bigger and bigger. He huffs, growls into you, unoccupied hand traveling to your breast and squeezing instantly at the flesh. “I’m–“ You gasp out, hands fumbling furiously over him, shaking in his hold. Your nipple digs into his palm, him squeezing you so tight that the material separating you from feeling yourselves flesh to flesh, almost rips.

His head rolls back, eyes wildly staring at your cunt hungrily sucking his fingers in, before landing on yours. He can feel how your walls start to clench, his palm pressing down on your neglected clit. You can’t even look at him fully, eyes brimming with small tears and he nearly coos at you. His inner–self tears at the insides of his chest at the sight of you, already so fucked out just by this simple touch…Your tummy rumbles at his nonstoping pace, becoming quiet, mouth opening and closing as you feel the first sparks of your orgasm, till it is suddenly ripped away from you.

Gasping, you cry out, when he pulls his now slicked fingers away from you. Confusion and frustration fills you, legs immediately closing to relieve yourself of the ache. You almost want to cry, looking up at him with big eyes that only make him more amused. However there isn’t much amusement in his dark gaze, both of you watching yourselves closely, while he fully comes to settle between your legs. “I want you to come on my cock-“ You sharply inhale at those vile words, eyes falling onto his hands, while they fumble with his pants.

You are already out of your mind, just one thing left in your thoughts as you see him pull his clothes off. Cold air kisses your slick, making you momentarily shiver, lips coating with spit that pools inside your mouth. You didn’t accept the thing that comes next. You already felt it grazing over you, but that only gave you an idea on what he must be like — however, the sheer weight of it, springing free from his hiding makes you stop breathing. His cock, so thick and delicious with red, angry tip leaking pre cum makes you tightened around nothing. Your mouth opens in small shock, trailing your eyes down the length of if, till it falls to the base and when he just barely moves closer to you, it makes you realize that just maybe you won’t be able to take it.

Changbin set his cock over your lower half, letting you feel each and every inch, his tip meeting your belly button and you can’t help, but stutter over the sight. “Too big–“ You say, eyes staring at his anatomy, thick veins curving around his whole length. His fingers would never be able to fully prepare you for his size and you feel nerves creeping up on you.

He click his tongue at your words, eyes not showing any concern, only desire. Pressing just a little harder down on his cock, he groans at the sight. “Gonna be all the way inside your tummy.” He grips at the base of his thick cock, the small pouch filled with his hot cum hot, tip leaking cum all over your skin already. “You can take it–“ You lightly whimper, breathing hard. “Gonna breed this little pussy of yours.” Your mouth opens even more in shock at that, biting down on your lower lip.

With big eyes you watch his face for a moment. “I can’t–“ Your voice is small, looking like a small lamb before a wolf — which he is.

He taunts you a little, shaking his head. “You can – look.” Your gaze falls down the length of your body again, before it watches how he moves his thick cock, while he lowers it enough till it meets your clit. You mewl, when he slaps it over you, wet sounds flowing around you in the darkness of the night. Your ruined orgasm still didn’t leave you, the simple slap making your back arch a little. Changbin only hums back, smearing himself in your wetness.

You taste blood on your tongue from how much you are bitting down on your lower lip, feeling every single inch of his massive cock. He fucks into his fist, tip hitting your clit each time. He wants you to say it — he wants you to give yourself to him more and more, until he is the only thing you can ever think of. You naturally want to move away from him, already knowing he will stretch you pass your limits, but you can’t stop the single word falling from your lips. “Please–“ You mumble, hand reaching to his shoulder. “Please, please–“

Fuck, you are really a thing to die for. His cock twitches by your needy tone, already to desperate himself not to push his cock to your entrance. His eyes caught the sight of his cum leaking into you, cunt clenching over his spillage and he just can’t wait any longer. His tip plops into you with no warning, the thickness making you sob out a little. “Fuck, so tight-“ You look absolutely wrecked already, chest covered in thin layer of sweat, lips nicely flushed and bitten. You look good enough to devour.

Just the tip of his cock sends sparks of delight through your body, frowning in pleasure. You try to breathe through it, feeling the slight sting in you, but your own body surprises by how much you begged for more. Your hips lift off the ground, only making him sink more into you and you just realize how much more you will have to take. Your move makes Changbin release a low, long sound that almost makes you cower. It rumbles inside his chest and you can’t even think about how much of a mistake that was to do, because right after that half of his cock slides into your warmth.

Your choked sound mixes with his, grabbing tightly at his big arms. “Don’t do that–“ He can feel his control over his body fading and just as much as he wants to fuck you, he would die on the spot if he would hurt you. Though that doesn’t seem likely, when you start to roll your hips into his. “So fucking needy–“ He is already almost at your cervix, sighing at how you can feel each of his vein pulsating against you.

“C-Changbin.” You say his name like a mantra and when you look at him then with big, glassy eyes, he cannot stop himself.

All the way to the brim, to the thick base holding his hot cum is suddenly inside you. You yelp — whiny sounds falling from your mouth. His whole cock stretches you so much, you can’t hold it anymore. Your whole body stills, legs locking around his. The small kiss of the soft hair at his pubic bone on your bundle of nerves sends you over the edge. Tears stream down your cheeks, shaking under him. His whole face changes then, eyes wide and staring at you in awe that almost would be sweet if it weren’t for the fact his cock is all the way in your tummy.

Your sudden orgasm is sharp, juices coating both of you and when it slowly fades you can’t even be embarrassed, because he starts to slide his cock from your warmth, till it fills you up again with a harsh smack! His hands travel to the front of your dress, not stopping the smooth moves of his hips, even when he rips the soft, flowy material. “Look at that–“ You babble, goosebumps appearing on the new uncovered skin of your tits. “So soft.” Changbin grabs a handful of you, before deciding to let your breast freely bounce in the air from his thrusts.

You can feel him all the way to your throat, never feeling unful as he picks up speed. “Too much–“ You are a whimpering mess under him, each sharp thrust only making you get a feel of the full pouch under his cock. The sounds that leave him are animalistic — so raw and loud. Leaning back over you it only makes him go deeper in you, making your legs push forward, till they rest over his lower back.

He doesn’t even let you be in your own world, he wants you to look at him — he wants you to see, who is doing this to you. “You are taking me so good, bunny–“ The nickname goes to your head a little more than it should and even in your state you realize how much he is getting off on the fact that your body is so small compare to his. You shiver harshly, when he suddenly swipes his hot tongue over your cheek, while his lips go to meet your ear. “Can you feel that?” His hand falls over your soft tummy, pressing down onto it, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Gonna bread this little pussy – gonna make you mine and only mine-“

His thighs meets the back of yours so loudly it echoes around you, the squelching of your cunt and both of your moans mixing into symphony of pleasure. You should be concerned by the possessiveness of his actions and words, but you are too drunk on him to even care. With each pump of his cock, each sharp thrust, he can feel his cock right under his hand, the cum at the base of his cock teasing your entrance. “W-what–“ Your hooded eyes snap open, when his hips come to roll against yours, slowly realizing what he wants to do — he wants you take all of him.

Your small noise, makes him pull his head away from your shoulder, shushing you softly. “It’s okay, baby — you can take it.” You shake your head a little, spit flowing down your cheek only to realize it wasn’t even yours. “Just a little more, you are doing so good to me–“ The thick base pushes into you more and more and you yelp a little at the small pain. Changbin kisses you softly then, smoothing down your hair, stopping his abuse at your poor, puffy cunt, only for him to grasp your legs, maneuvering them so they are on each of his shoulders.

That position makes it easier for him and less painful for you, but it still makes you whimper pathetically. “Please–“ You are pleading again. His knot is so big it makes you see spot before your very eyes, both of you stilling for a moment, when it finally plops into you.

You can’t breathe — your ears ringing and you are thankful for the soft kisses on your cheek to distract you. Your knees lock around his neck, turning your head to him in small disbelief. Changbin leans to kiss you deeply, mumbling small, sweet nothings to you, letting your body relax a little. The feeling is different to anything you have ever felt before — with your walls sucking him in, it seems like you are milking him dry. Only the feel of his already leaking cock sends you into brink of overstimulation. “You did so good–“ Your lip is again pulled by his teeth, letting his tongue roam freely inside your mouth, distracting you long enough, until you again feel your neediness come back to you.

The response of your body makes him move a little, humping into you only, so his knot doesn’t leave you. He hits something inside you, your clit burning a little, with his pubic bone sliding over yours. Cursing, you feel him sit back a little on his knees to roll his hips sharper into yours. He is mesmerized by you — your flushed, hot skin, teary, pleading eyes and soft tits jiggling with his every move. “Ohhh–“ Your eyes close, back arching a little, because you can’t move much, with his body lying on top of yours.

His slow, yet deep thrusts make you turn into jelly, body slumping, mouth opening and letting drool roll down the side of your face. His face turns into big grin, breathing heavily with you, feeling his cock jump with his each one of his thrust. He wants it to take — fuck, he wants to turn you into this mess every day. Your body relaxes so much that you don’t even make a sound, when he starts to slide his cock in and out of your stretched out hole, his thick base sinking into you, with so much ease now.

His head rolls back at the sensation, eyes looking up to the sky, reflecting the light of the moon. He can feel himself losing over his other self, his moves becoming more and more erratic that it makes you slide down the cold ground. Your gaze travels to the length of his neck, watching his throat bob, veins pushing against the thin skin. Your soft whimpers turn into whines, feeling the delicious sensation of your second peak. The sounds leaving you make him turn his gaze back to you and you fight the argue to gasp at the state of him. His once dark eyes are now yellow and bright, mouth open, small pointy teeth blinking teasingly at you, spit coating his lips and rolling all the way down his chin. “I’m close-“ You whisper, eyes wide and unblinking from his.

You are too pretty like this — too hard not to just sink his teeth into you. His own legs start to spasm, his rough, deep thrusts going out of rhythm, feeling the heat slowly filling his stomach. His lips are onto yours again and you barely call it a kiss as you both only gasp into each other’s mouths. “Yes–“ He picks up his speed, chasing both of your highs. “Come for me, pretty girl–“

It is such a delicious burn, such a nice pressure, when he unexpectedly sinks his teeth into your shoulder. It doesn’t hurt, it only sends sheer pleasure down your spine, the spot tingling with each swipe of his tongue on the sensitive skin, tasting small specks of your blood. Your nails scratch at his still covered back, while your cunt clenches hard around his cock. He can’t move from the way you squeeze him, the tightness sending him over the edge just as he pushes his knot back into you. Your orgasm hits you so hard, that you only see white for a moment, juices squirting out of you, coating you both. You feel him still, head falling to your shoulder, body weight pressing onto yours. You feel and hear him take in your natural scent, while he cums inside you. The fullness you feel is so much — his cock swells more and more, feeling every pump his cum coming out of his cock. The hot liquid fills you to the brim, a low growl coming from the deepest parts of his chest.

He doesn’t make a move to pull out, feeling his cum leak all the way to your tummy. It is so much that with his hand still pressing down on you, it leaks out of you, coating you both in sticky residue. Changbin watches your face of complete euphoria, the feeling of you milking him dry sending shivers down his spine. He waited so long — too long to have you like this and he is sure, he will never let you out of sight again. Not, when you take him so good, not when you have become such a precious little thing for him. It is just like he wanted — you under him, with him buried inside of you, full of his cum from his still hard cock, his knot still full and ready for you to take more. And with the way you accepted him already as he is — like the thing you were, you had no clue, what have gotten yourself into…he just can’t wait to have you again and again.

from the start, you found him absolutely captivating. his physique was the stuff of admiration—a flawlessly sculpted body that practically exuded strength and confidence. but it wasn’t just his physique; his face was just as alluring. full lips, a radiant smile that seemed to light up the room—it all worked together to make your heart skip a beat.

still, it was more than just his looks that drew you in. changbin’s kindness and patience stood out. he truly understood the challenges you faced, encouraging you every step of the way with unwavering support. and given your single status and lack of intimate company for months, he was the only person who had come to know your body as well as you did—albeit in a very different way.

but lately, things had begun to shift. each training session seemed to carry a weight that went beyond fitness. the tension between you had been growing steadily, layer by layer. subtle touches lingered a second too long. his warm, tender smiles felt more personal. and the compliments—sweet, sincere, and unexpectedly intimate—hung in the air like a charged whisper, leaving you wondering where this might lead.

you had just wrapped up a grueling workout and were now easing into your stretches with changbin by your side. today’s session had been particularly intense, focusing heavily on lifting, and you’d pushed yourself harder than ever. the ache in your muscles was proof of your effort, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. clearly, changbin was proud of you too.

“you did great today,” he praised, his voice warm and encouraging.

he knelt beside you, helping guide your leg toward your abdomen as you stretched. his touch was firm but careful, his movements precise, yet you could sense the restraint in him. his eyes flicked to your form briefly, but he quickly refocused, clearly trying to remain professional. it wasn’t easy, though, considering the snug spandex leggings that clung to every curve of your lower half and the sports bra that, while functional, accentuated your breasts, which were pressed against the fabric with every deep inhale you took.

“thanks,” you replied breathlessly, switching to your other leg. changbin shifted to adjust his position, his pelvis hovering just above your ass as you lay flat on the mat. the closeness of his body, combined with the strength in his arms as he pressed your leg toward your torso, sent a wave of heat surging through you.

it settled deep in your core, and you fought to push the feeling away. determined not to let your thoughts spiral, you turned your head and focused your gaze anywhere but on him, desperately trying to ignore the way his touch and attention was making you feel.

as changbin adjusted his position, his touch lingered just a little longer than necessary. his hands were warm and strong, holding your leg securely as he leaned in to guide your stretch. you could feel the tension in the air thickening, subtle but undeniable. the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the musk of your workout, making your senses hyperaware of his proximity.

“relax into it,” changbin murmured, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. his breath brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine despite the heat coursing through you.

you exhaled slowly, trying to follow his instruction, but the pressure of his hands and the way his body was aligned with yours made it difficult to focus. as your muscles stretched and lengthened under his guidance, your thoughts began to wander to places they shouldn’t.

his hands moved slightly, adjusting the angle of your leg. the contact was innocent enough, yet it sent a spark straight to your core. his thumbs pressed gently into your thigh, massaging the tension there, and you couldn’t suppress the faint hum that escaped your lips.

“you okay?” he asked, his tone low and careful, though there was a hint of something else in it—a slight rasp that betrayed his own composure.

“y-yeah,” you managed to reply, your voice unsteady.

but changbin didn’t move away. instead, his gaze flickered down to you, his dark eyes studying your face. “you’re holding tension here,” he said, his hands sliding down slightly to work at the tight muscles in your hips. the motion was slow, deliberate, and his fingers pressed firmly yet gently, igniting a slow burn deep within you.

your breath hitched, and you couldn’t help but glance up at him. his face was so close now, his lips parted slightly as though he was about to say something more. but no words came. instead, the moment seemed to stretch endlessly between you, the space between your bodies almost nonexistent.

you could feel the heat radiating from him, the firmness of his hands, the way his body hovered just above yours. and then, as though caught in some invisible pull, your eyes locked. the air crackled with unspoken desire, and suddenly, all the restraint from earlier seemed to crumble.

changbin’s hands stilled against your body, and you felt his grip tighten slightly, as if grounding himself. his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, and he glanced away for a moment, exhaling deeply. “i-i don’t… we shouldn’t…” he began, his voice low and uneven, though it lacked conviction.

you reached out instinctively, your fingers brushing lightly against his arm. “it’s okay,” you whispered, your voice soft but steady. you leaned up slightly, your body arching toward him, driven by a pull you could no longer resist. “i don’t mind, if you don’t.”

and in an instant, you two were in the back of the gym, messily making out inside the employee showers. you had the curtain covering you both as you kissed each other, as well as the water running so nobody could hear the sinful noises of you two claiming each other.

the water was cascading down both of your bodies, getting your workout attire drenched. changbin let out a moan as he pressed you against the tile wall, grinding his length against your thigh.

you eagerly tugged his shirt off, wanting to see more of him.

in the haze of passion, your hands trembled slightly as you pulled changbin’s drenched shirt over his head, tossing it onto the wet floor without a second thought. the sight of his bare torso under the dim, steamy light took your breath away—every muscle, every defined line glistening under the cascade of water.

your hands roamed his chest, fingers tracing his abdomen before sliding up to his broad shoulders. his skin was warm beneath your touch, and he shuddered as your nails lightly grazed him.

“god, you’re so beautiful,” you murmured, your voice breathy and full of awe.

changbin’s lips found yours again, this time more urgent, more fervent. his hands gripped your waist firmly, pulling your soaked body flush against his. you gasped into his mouth as the rough texture of the tile wall contrasted with the heat of his touch. his hips pressed into you, and the friction sent waves of pleasure coursing through your core.

he broke the kiss momentarily, his forehead resting against yours as his hands slid up, fingers brushing over the fabric of your sports bra. “are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice husky but tinged with care.

you cupped his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. “i’ve never been more sure,” you whispered, pulling him back into a searing kiss.

his hands moved with purpose, tugging at the hem of your sports bra. you raised your arms, helping him remove it, and the cool air of the shower hit your exposed skin before the warmth of his hands replaced it. his palms cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened peaks, drawing a gasp from your lips.

the steam swirled around you both, cloaking the scene in a veil of intimacy as changbin’s lips left a trail of kisses down your neck and collarbone. the sound of water hitting the tiles mingled with your quiet moans and his deep groans, creating a symphony of passion that seemed to echo in the small space.

your fingers fumbled with the waistband of his shorts, eager to feel more of him. he let out a shaky breath as you pushed them down, your touch exploring the contours of his hips and thighs. you could see the outline of his thick, hard cock through his briefs, and your core ached so intensely you could feel a heartbeat between your legs.

the tension that had built between you for weeks was now unraveling, every kiss, every touch, bringing you closer to a point of no return.

changbin’s hands slid down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he pressed against you. his breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.”

you smiled against his lips, your fingers threading through his damp hair. “then show me,” you whispered, and with that, he captured your mouth again, his fingers curling under your leggings and yanking them down as well as your panties without hesitation.

you blushed, feeling bare and exposed in front of him. it had been a long time since you had been bare before a man, and changbin could sense your anxiety. “you look fucking gorgeous,” he growled, yanking them off your legs fully before kneeling in front of you and lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. you responded with a tiny gasp, realizing what he was preparing to do. changbin's dark eyes locked with yours as he knelt before you, the water cascading over his sculpted frame. his hands slid up your thighs, strong yet gentle, as if reassuring you of how much he wanted this—wanted you. the heat of his breath contrasted with the cool tile against your back, and the intensity of his gaze sent shivers down your spine.

“you don’t have to be nervous,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing but laced with hunger. “let me take care of you.”

before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. the sensation was electric, a mix of tenderness and desire that left you trembling. his lips moved slowly, trailing upward, each kiss stoking the fire coursing through your body.

when his mouth finally reached your core, your breath hitched. his tongue was warm and deliberate, exploring you with a confidence that left no doubt he knew exactly how to drive you wild. your hand flew to his hair, gripping the wet strands as your head fell back against the wall, a soft moan escaping your lips.

he moaned against your cunt, his tongue swirling and flicking over your sensitive flesh with relentless determination. the wet sounds of his mouth on your skin were just barely audible, driving you to new heights of pleasure. he savored every inch of you, the scent and taste that he had craved for so long.

a sharp cry escaped your lips as he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling and lapping at it with fervent desire. his face was buried between your thighs, his breath hot against your skin as he devoured you without restraint. your body arched and quivered under his skilled touch, each wave of pleasure building higher and higher until it consumed you completely.

“bin…” you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.

he growled in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. his grip on your leg tightened as he pulled you closer, his mouth working you with an intensity that made your toes curl. the sensations were overwhelming, the combination of his touch, the warmth of the water, and the way his tongue moved against you unraveling you completely.

your free hand pressed against the tile, trying to steady yourself, but it was no use. the tension building in your core was too much, too fast. “oh my god,” you gasped, your voice breaking as his name tumbled from your lips like a prayer.

changbin glanced up at you briefly, his eyes smoldering with desire as he watched you come undone above him. his lips curved into a small, cocky smile before he doubled down, his tongue and lips moving with a precision that left you breathless.

your body arched involuntarily, the sensations overwhelming as the pleasure built to a crescendo. your grip on his hair tightened, and with one final, broken cry of his name, the tension snapped, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. your legs trembled, and the one leg you were using to keep yourself standing in the shower was barely holding you upright.

as you came down from the high, your chest heaved, and your legs trembled. changbin stood slowly, his hands steadying you as he cupped your face and kissed you deeply, letting you taste the passion you’d just shared.

“you taste so fucking good,” he whispered against your lips, his voice rough and breathless, as if he’d been just as affected by the moment as you were. you two made out again, lost in the shared taste of each other, until you broke it. “fuck me,” you panted, your voice soft and breathy.

“please, fuck me.”

changbin’s breath hitched at your words, his hands gripping your hips tighter as if grounding himself. he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes burning with desire yet softened by a hint of hesitation. “you want it?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, barely audible over the water.

you nodded, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, “please, changbin.”

something in him shifted, the tension and restraint he’d been holding onto dissolving. his lips captured yours again, this time with a hunger that left no room for doubt. his kiss was fervent, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands roamed your body, every touch igniting a new wave of heat.

with a slow, deliberate motion, he freed his thick, pulsating cock from its confines. it was girthy and heavy, throbbing with an almost painful urgency that sent shivers down your spine. just looking at it made you nervous for what was to come, but also filled you with a primal desire you couldn't deny. the veins along its length were prominent and promising. you could feel the heat radiating off of it, making your own body flush with anticipation.

with a fluid motion, he lifted you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he pressed you against the tiled wall. the water cascaded over both of you, amplifying the intensity of every sensation. you could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against your core, and the anticipation made you gasp.

his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a heated path of kisses as his hands gripped your thighs to steady you. “you’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his voice dripping with reverence and need.

“bin…” you whispered, your fingers threading through his wet hair, tugging lightly as your hips rolled against him, seeking more.

he groaned at the friction of his cock grinding between your slick lips, the sound deep and guttural, as he adjusted his position.

one hand slipped between you, and you shivered as his fingers teased your entrance, his touch deliberate and confident. “i need to feel you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“then do it,” you urged, your voice trembling with need. “i’m yours.”

his gaze locked with yours for a fleeting moment, the intensity in his eyes sending a fresh wave of heat through your body. slowly, he entered you, the stretch and fullness drawing a gasp from your lips as your nails dug into his shoulders.

his thick length filled every inch of you as he pushed deeper and deeper. the weight of him pressed against your skin, the sensation almost overwhelming but also intoxicating. his fat cock stretched you to your limits, each movement sending electrifying sensations coursing through your body. you could feel every ridge and vein as he plunged into you, claiming you completely.

“fuck,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours as he stilled, giving you a moment to adjust.“you feel incredible.” he moaned breathlessly, his brows knitted together as he fought the urge to cum right away.

“so do you,” you breathed, pressing a kiss to his lips before rolling your hips against him. the movement sent a shiver through him, and he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, building in intensity.

lost in the moment and completely overtaken by his desire, changbin's grip on your hips tightened as he began to lift you effortlessly, moving your body up and down on his cock with a strength that made you feel weightless. his motions were powerful and unrelenting, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body as if he was claiming every inch of you.

the sounds echoing in the steamy shower were shamelessly erotic—your bodies colliding with wet, rhythmic slaps, punctuated by the increasingly loud moans spilling from your lips. it was such a stark contrast to the tentative quiet you’d both maintained when you first slipped into the shower, and yet now, the tension between you had unraveled into something raw and untamed.

you couldn’t help but glance down at him, the sight alone making your head spin. the way his strong arms supported you, his muscles flexing with each movement, and the determined, almost primal look on his face as he drove into you—it was intoxicating. the intensity of it all made your walls flutter around him involuntarily, earning a deep groan from his lips that only fueled your desire further.

your back arched against the tiles, the sensation overwhelming as waves of pleasure coursed through you.

your body tensed as his cock repeatedly hit your g-spot with relentless force, causing a deep pit to form in your stomach and your clit to pulse uncontrollably. the pleasure was overwhelming, almost bordering on pain, but you couldn’t help but crave more of his intense thrusts. after a few more thrusts, you were trembling, your core fluttering with impending release.

“changbin… i’m so close,” you gasped, your voice breaking as the tension in your body built to its peak.

“me too,” he rasped, his lips brushing against yours as his movements grew faster, more erratic.

with one final thrust, the tension snapped, and you cried out his name as the pleasure consumed you, your body trembling in his arms. he followed moments later, his groan vibrating against your neck as he held you tightly, riding the waves of ecstasy together.

the water continued to cascade over you both as you clung to each other, your breaths mingling in the steamy air. changbin pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his voice warm and tender as he whispered, “i’ve waited so long for this,”

you smiled, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw as you replied, “so have i.” and as the water continued to fall around you, you knew this was for sure the start of something between you two.

tags: @ritsmith @bluesungology @jeonginsleftcheek

You didn’t have to feel ashamed, even though a part of you did, you were young and the job was temporary while you tried to establish yourself and get a better one, besides, you would live there for a while and you would stop bothering your parents in the meantime since you still lived with them, your siblings would stop bothering you telling you that you were already an adult and you should look for your own life and stop depending on your parents, stop bothering you while they rubbed on your face their orderly and balanced life.

It was not a desperate action, it was a decent job with excellent pay, only that the thin stigma of it all made you somewhat nervous, you were naive, young and had a lot to lose if you did not start working now so your best option for the moment was to accept the offer of practically a stranger in whom you trusted, Kang Gahyeon, a housekeeper who had been working practically all her life for a particularly rich family, the Seo.

Gahyeon was an acquaintance of the housekeeper of your former female professor at your university in your senior year. You met your teacher casually one night and, among certain confessions you told her that life was being hard on you and she somewhat embarrassed suddenly blurted out that a wealthy young family she knew needed a nanny to stay at home to take care of their little 6-year-old daughter as the wife was very pregnant of 35 weeks; that if you were interested she could pass on the contact to you as she knew you had experience babysitting children as you used to do it as a little extra job while you continued with your studies.

You thought about it for a while and then agreed without further ado, then you met Gahyeon, who gave you the general details of the family and the kind of work involved; you really thought you would be a simple babysitter, but in your teacher’s vague words, she forgot to mention that the whole job was as a housemaid.

You overthought it again, maybe because just thinking about it seemed slightly humiliating, serving rich people while wearing a uniform, something too old-fashioned to be real, you hadn’t even taken the time to think that there are still such jobs, that people still dress and are disciplined before with much more wealth and social status people. But you felt trapped and the pay was so tempting, even though part of you thought it was logical that it was since you didn’t know what kind of people those with so much power really were.

You accepted naively, with a six-month contract, at least the time needed while the mother-to-be focused on taking care of the babies and you helped them with the little one. You accepted, even when your mother told you that you could wait and look for a better job offer that did not resort to the old systems, which were still very much in place today, of social oppression. You called her an exaggerator, telling her that Mrs. Kang claims that the Seo are nice, somewhat cold, but they are decent. You took the job believing it would be a bit of your beginning of independence and adulthood.

And there you were, in the huge, beautiful mansion in the hills that would be your sort of home for the next few months, or at least a spacious room next to little Dahae’s room.

You stood still in your place, watching Mrs. Seo with surprise, Seo Haeun, doing yoga and pelvic floor exercises with the help of a young instructor. You fixed your gaze on her big and notorious uncovered pregnant bump, it looked like she was going to explode and it was true in a way, Haeun was expecting twins. She ended up tired and panting as the yoga instructor helped her to stand up and then she sat on the couch catching her breath as Mrs. Kang stood beside her to pass her water to drink.

You watched her, with your hands clasped together in front of your body, Haeun was beautiful, she was one of those women whose huge belly and big breasts made her look even prettier, her hair was straight, dark, silky mid-length, her eyebrows straight, small and youthful heart-shaped face, big eyes, button nose and round plumpy lips, she was like a little doll, the kind of beauty you want to keep just to yourself. Haeun was a model, but overseas. She sipped from the water as she stared at you, standing in front of her from a distance.

You introduced yourself to her, saying it was a pleasure.

“Welcome” she said to you, handing the glass of water to Gahyeon, “Well Mrs. Kang recommended you, you must be good. She will tell you what to do and show you around. Dahae should be here at 1:30 for you to meet her, take care of her, and help her with her homework. You can go to see your room and change your clothes.”

She was direct, her tone and expression were monotone, and you saw the slight sheen of sweat on her forehead and breasts one last time before following Gahyeon to your new room. She handed you your uniform clothes, all black and white, skirts and dresses; you bit your lip still unsure if wanting to serve a rich family was the kind of job you were looking for... but you were already there.

“Do I have to wear heels?” was what you said with a smirk as you saw three pairs of black silhouette heels, and then you saw the exact same shoes on Mrs. Kang.

“The clacking of the heels is what keeps them alert to know every place you’re at and that you’re not loitering where you shouldn’t.”

Minutes later you were ready, looking at yourself in the mirror with a blank mind, thinking that at least the uniform was tailored for you, the skirt fit your silhouette and was just mid-thigh length. This would be your new life, a distraction, and a new beginning.

You helped Mrs. Kang cook and at exactly 1:25 p.m. you went outside the house to wait for the little Seo girl who arrived seven minutes later in a black car accompanied by serious men dressed in suits that looked like bodyguards.

You smiled at the sight of the little girl who was looking down at the ground and had no expression. Her eyes were just as big as her mother’s but the rest of her face looked different, maybe she looked like her father. Dahae almost overlooked you but raised her gaze as she walked near you.

“Hi, I’m Y/n, I’ll be your new babysitter” you told her cheerfully, gently touching her shoulder so she could give you her backpack.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Seo Dahae” the little girl replied, in a monotone tone, and continued her walk home as if nothing.

You followed her somewhat hurriedly and confused, the girl had a warm and kind look but her attitude was completely cold and distant.

“You can change and get ready to go downstairs to eat with your mother, okay?” you said, following her to her room.

“Okay, thank you, Y/n. I can change by myself.”

You smiled at her, feeling like you were looking at and talking to a small adult, her appearance was innocent because she was small and she was a child... but there was something about her that made you insecure, she was serious, quiet and so far you’ve only seen her blink as if she was disconnected to her childhood. You left her backpack in her room.

“I’ll be outside if you need anything and for us to go downstairs together.”

You didn’t think she would be a difficult child, after all, she was just a child, plus you thought growing up with money was a somewhat different experience than what you knew in your childhood, evidently.

The day was normal, after lunch, you cleaned up, and you helped Dahae with her homework, took little orders from Haeun, and watched from afar her little routine like a pregnant wife who spent all day at home. At dinner once again it was just Haeun and his daughter at the table while Gahyeon blurted out a little comment on the air saying that Changbin will be late tonight.

You knew little about them, it really didn’t cost you anything to google their faces or occupations but you were so immersed in your mild embarrassment that you decided not to and played the little game of seeing their faces for the first time in person. You knew that Gahyeon had been working for the Seo’s for a while now, she first worked for the parents of your new boss, Seo Changbin, she practically raised Changbin and was his nanny and as soon as he got married, she followed him to his new home, now working for his family, having a long history with the Seo.

You had dinner in the quiet company of the slightly old housekeeper woman, cleaned everything up, and were ready to end your day when the sound of the doorway alerted Mrs. Kang’s senses.

“He’s here.”

Was all she said and walked out of the kitchen. You blinked in confusion, hesitating whether to follow her but the ideal was to do so, so you hurried your pace behind her but Gahyeon was already standing well to the side of the entrance of the house.

“You don’t always have to greet me, Mrs. Kang, it’s late, you can go to rest” you heard a man’s voice and saw him pass by as soon as you stood next to your co-worker.

The man did not notice your presence and continued on his way, Mrs. Kang went after him and you followed her again.

You fleetingly saw the man’s back, wide arms, gray suit, and short black hair, quickly deducing with obviousness that it was your boss, Mr. Seo Changbin.

You followed her into the living room, where you finally appreciated your boss fully. He sat on the couch, sighing slightly wearily as he unbuttoned his suit jacket.

“Daddy!” happily exclaimed Dahae who was watching some TV before going to bed, rushing over to hug her father.

You were surprised for a second as it was the first time in the day you saw Dahae smile, sound, act, and look like a real six-year-old. You knew immediately that her relationship with her mother was slightly cold and distant. Changbin smiled broadly reciprocating his daughter’s hug and giving her a resounding kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, there, what are you doing up this late? You have school tomorrow,” he said tenderly.

“Daddy, have you met Ms. Y/n? She’s my new nanny, I like her, she’s nice.”

Dahae settled her little body next to her father as a confused expression formed on his face. You blushed at the little girl’s confession, you were happy to be able to like her.

“Y/n?” Changbin looked around in confusion.

And there you were, standing at Mrs. Kang’s side. He caught your gaze and before you could say anything your co-worker stepped forward to speak.

“This is Y/n, sir. Your new employee.”

Changbin grimaced a little as he heard Gahyeon speak formally to him and refer to him as sir, when he thought their relationship was already closer for all the years she worked for him.

“Nice to meet you. I am Dahae’s father, Seo Changbin. I hope you feel comfortable in the house.”

“Nice to meet you, sir” you replied shyly almost in a whisper.

Submissiveness and excessive modesty made you blush a little, usually you were a submissive person, you pleased others and tried to always be as nice as possible and at least now you would earn money for that.

Changbin gave you a small smile and you saw the details of his face, alluring sleepy eyes, straight nose, and featherly lips. He also watched you thinking that he had never had another maid this young before, most of them had been ladies with children in their thirties. He sighed, interrupted his thoughts, and went on to say:

“Now that Dahae has a babysitter, I’d like you to accompany her to school and pick her up.”

You nodded, biting your lip slightly nervously.

“Okay, sir.”

“Alright, little one, let Y/n take you to bed. I’ll go upstairs with your mom” he said again tenderly looking at his daughter and then turned to you again, “Mrs. Kang you can rest now, good night. Same to you, Y/n, as soon as Dahae falls asleep.”

You nodded frantically and approached the little girl, also approaching Changbin and breathing in his strong manly scent of exquisite perfume. You held out your hand and Dahae took it.

“Good night, daddy.”

“Sweet dreams, my girl.”

Changbin pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, acting disinterested but as soon as he had you close he took the opportunity to see you in full view, from the exposure of your legs to your slightly tousled hair bun. You felt his gaze and got nervous, thinking maybe the skirts were a little short.

You finally finished your first day, took a shower, and fell into your bed, tired of wearing heels all the time. You checked your phone before you fell completely asleep, messages from your mom asking if work was treating you well and from your best friend telling you if Seo Changbin was more handsome in person.

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The next morning you took Changbin’s breakfast to his office where he was comfortably reading the newspaper and then playing the piano for a while. Once again you felt a heavy gaze on you, but you thought you were paranoid.

He only said a soft “Thank you, Y/n.” And he would follow you with his gaze until you walked out of there.

You liked Changbin a little bit… you felt that attraction of which you thought only you felt it. You couldn’t help the fact that it crossed your mind that he was handsome… and if you didn’t know how to control it, and if he didn’t have respect for his wife, something fatal but avoidable could happen, but it was just a silly and passing thought, affairs between a boss and his maid were so typical, but you weren’t like that. You were there to respect them and for the job.

After Haeun and Dahae had breakfast, Haeun kissed her husband goodbye with a kiss and a simple “Have a good time at school” to her little daughter, and you walked her to the car to drop her off at school.

“I’m glad you could drop Dahae off, usually boys did that but… they were boys, nothing like the warmth of another girl for her” Changbin commented as he checked his phone.

You didn’t have much to say and that Changbin could tell, you were of few words.

Dahae was in between the two of you, still it was inevitable for Changbin not to observe your serene face looking out the window, your neck adorned with a thin golden necklace and your chest slightly uncovered by the illusion of cleavage given by your open buttons of your white blouse, he couldn’t help but lower his gaze down to your chest and watch the calmness of your breathing until he lost his sight on your thighs and how your skirt was lifted up. He didn’t want to accept what was happening to him but he was beginning to feel and think it more and more.

They dropped the little girl off first as Changbin changed the direction of travel, usually they would drop him off first but now it was the perfect excuse to have some time alone with you. You got out of the car to walk Dahae to the school entrance where a teacher was receiving them, but then you felt Changbin’s presence beside you, squatting down and waving goodbye to her.

You both got back into the SUV, you tried to fix the length of your skirt and he did nothing but stare at you again; questions flooded his mind, you looked so young, so pretty… why would you work being a simple maid.

He cleared his throat and said:

“I hope you liked your first day.”

You turned to look at him and smiled, it hadn’t been bad, but you had no choice either. You weren’t crazy, but you felt a certain tension in the air, his muscular presence made you nervous, the way his suit fit him drove you slightly crazy, fitted to his strong proportions.

“It was nice.”

“So… how old are you? You look young…” he spoke, staring at you. You answered, not sounding nervous and suddenly he blurted out something that somehow made you tingle.

“And do you have a boyfriend?”

“No” you answered unsure, there was really no one in your life, other than another friend with benefits that… now that you thought about it you missed him.

Mr. Seo left you breathless and slightly aroused, but now you lived under his roof and had no privacy… you wondered if Han Jisung would like to have a fuck again, you needed distraction as you felt out of yourself, plus the good feeling of an orgasm.

He smiled happy to know you didn’t have someone waiting for your caresses, he believed you, your look was so docile and sincere it drove him crazy.

“I was asking out of curiosity, you are very young and now you are practically living in my house maybe you like to go out, I don’t know” he excused himself, “I also hope you are doing well with Haeun’s friends today, anything let me know.”

You had completely forgotten. Mrs. Seo’s birthday celebration with her close group of friends. Tomorrow you would accompany them to their home in the mountains to take care of Dahae and work for them, on Seo Changbin’s wife’s real birthday. Mrs. Kang had told you in whispers that as much as Haeun takes care of herself since her dream was a natural childbirth and as much as she loves to conceive Changbin’s children, millionaires from her womb, she felt slightly insecure about her appearance so she didn’t go out much and ideally would just bring her friends home.

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It was certainly a long day, her friends were not equally as decent as Haeun, you felt their slight dismissive glances and the comment behind your back of, “She looks so young, are you sure she's doing a good job?” “I could never have a maid that young hanging around with Chan in the house.”

Haeun answered them with, “She’s nice and gets along well Dahae, plus Changbin is never home, he just comes in to sleep.”

Then they proceeded to judge her because her husband was never home.

You found it amusing how you were suddenly a threat, yes you found your boss attractive, but he was still your boss and you literally just washed his wife’s clothes.

But the real day came which changed everything. Seo Haeun’s birthday, she asked to be in privacy and intimacy in the house near the mountains with her small and dear family; honestly, you were not contemplated on the trip, you started to work on Thursday morning, and weekends were your days off but you barely had two days working so your official break started next week and Haeun took the opportunity for you to go with them and help them a little bit watching Dahae.

Once again, a driver took them there as Haeun claimed that Changbin was too exhausted to drive. You didn’t talk much to Dahae’s parents, you did more with Dahae herself. You took orders of them, took care of the little girl, prepared food for them and felt the tension, sensing the double intentions of Changbin’s closeness as he asked you what you cooked and if you needed help, gently pressing his body to yours, you had liked it, but you had to stop him right away. It wasn’t appropriate or right.

You continued as if nothing, trying to forget what was going on while you started reading a book acting indifferent, while they enjoyed their activities as a family, singing happy birthday to Haeun, eating cake and then opened a lot of gifts that were already in the house, it felt like Christmas, or at least seeing them from afar smiling under the warm light, as a family while she opened gift after gift.

But night came, you put Dahae to bed, read her a story and watched over her sleep for a while until you could go to the guest room, where you again had time for your tormenting thoughts, you got rid of your uniform and made yourself comfortable in your panties, no bra and a small white top loose to your body and breasts. You washed your face with cold water, thinking it was what you deserved after biting your lip and lightly fantasizing about your boss, a handsome millionaire, married and family man. You remembered again his closeness, the light touch of his body as he gently put his hands on your elbows while you chopped vegetables and he gently rubbed behind you, Changbin was crazy and you thought you didn’t know what the fuck was happening to you.

On the other hand, having their little privacy gave Haeun a hormonal burst with an uncontrollable urge to have sex, she was so horny that her husband got ready, drank some of his favorite wine, and lay down next to his wife who was wearing a sexy silk nightgown. Haeun was already feeling insecure, it was awkward to kiss her husband, for her it felt that way, with a huge bump in between, still she found a way to stroke her husband’s cock to get him hard, she was already so aroused and wet, ready to take him so once she felt Changbin’s throbbing penis in her hand, in one swift movement, Haeun slid his cock inside her making her cry out softly, Changbin moaned at the surprise where he felt his member being embraced by his wife’s walls and she began to ride him, turning her back to him.

“Babe, turn around, I want to see your pretty face” Changbin moaned, stroking his wife's back under her clothes.

Changbin couldn’t help but think for a moment of his maid’s young body. Haeun moaned in excitement, feeling her husband’s cock fill her completely but slowly her gasps of excitement were turning to pain, she was starting to feel uncomfortable in addition to the slight embarrassment she had about her physical appearance, ceasing to enjoy sex and creating a huge insecurity that Changbin didn’t want to fuck her like that, but that wasn’t it, both their minds were getting busy.

Changbin noticed Haeun’s behavior, she was suddenly moaning in pain and her movements were small, soft and inconsistent, ceasing to stimulate him sexually, it wasn’t working for either of them, so Haeun, worried and frustrated pulled out of her husband, lying down beside him grievingly.

“I’m sorry” she said, almost on the verge of tears.

Haeun adored Changbin, and loved pleasing him but felt sexually useless once her belly started to grow and grow. She also adored the idea of starting a big family and the desire to carry on the whole Seo dynasty, but her initial plan was only another child at a time, not two which she was unexpectedly burdened with.

“It’s okay, honey, it’s okay” Changbin comforted her, admiring her beautiful and slightly swollen face, but now he was sexually frustrated, his penis was flaccid but the sensations were at the surface, “You can use your mouth...” he whispered to her.

But Haeun refused, she already felt uncomfortable with her body so she was indisposed to more sex. She slept, but Changbin couldn’t, he stared up at the ceiling, naked... hesitating whether he should give himself and seek pleasure tonight or go to sleep.

He stood up, washing himself a bit, evading the thoughts and went back to the room, sitting on the couch while watching Haeun sleep, then started drinking more and more wine getting slightly drunk, but very conscious of his actions.

Changbin sighed and acted slowly on pure impulse, he put on his expensive silky robe, took another clean glass, and walked to your room, psyching himself up that it would only be a one-night stand... that you would extract some of his frustration out of him if you accepted... or he just wanted to have a conversation with someone different, all the time it was all about his work and business, then he would come home and exchange at most 100 words with his wife and then go to sleep, he wanted some fresh air for a second.

It was a cold night in mid-October, the wind was blowing and branches from a dry tree were banging and scraping against your window. After your little crisis, you decided better to enjoy the small comforts of being a guest in the Seo house, your own relaxing bathroom with a bathtub in it, so you immersed yourself in the warm water, relaxing your body and enjoying your solitude, but what you didn’t know was that you were not alone at all.

Changbin entered your room stealthily, making a minimal noise which you suddenly became aware of and immediately thought of Dahae, since the rooms were in the same hallway and maybe she couldn’t sleep.

“Dahae, is that you? I’m in the bathtub” you raised your voice.

Seconds later there was no answer and you sighed, you were with your back backward to the half-open bathroom door, and you thought maybe it was nothing more than a simple sound. But what you didn’t know was that it was your boss, secretly peeking through the half-open door, seeing a bit of your naked body enjoying the bathtub.

Changbin’s body and every one of his senses began to react, he caught a glimpse of your round breasts and soft nipples in the water. He sighed and placed the wine and glasses on a small table in the room.

You were startled again by a noise, which could be heard nearby, and suddenly you felt the fear of a presence in the room. You got out of the bathtub and dried your body, quickly put on your bathrobe and somewhat frightened you went out of the bathroom to the bedroom, 99% sure that it was just your imagination and you were just checking out of curiosity, but you gave a little jump of impression when you found Changbin standing in front of the window drinking a glass of wine, watching you with a dark look and wearing only his underwear with a loose, silky and open purple robe.

You looked at him confused and almost swallowed nervously at the sight of his exposed semi-naked body, the smoothness of his muscular, worked abdomen and his lower body only covered by black boxers.

You were speechless and clung to your bathrobe as underneath you were naked.

“I can’t sleep… let’s have a drink.”

He came dangerously close to you with the empty glass and the bottle of wine in his hands, his eyes on the target, almost seducing you slowly.

You watched him, not wanting to tell him he had to leave. Changbin poured the wine into the glass, swirling it gently and passed it to you. He watched you expectantly, waiting for you to drink it and you did.

“You’re a good girl, I can tell,” he said, happy, handing you more of the wine.

There was no need for so many words in such a heavy atmosphere and tangible tension, you wanted to touch him, to get closer to him… and it was obvious he was dying to do it too.

“And you don’t talk much… why, darling?”

You became agitated at his comment alone and said, “I don’t have much to say…”

“Well I want to know everything” Changbin smiled at you tenderly as the bathrobe looked big for your shoulders, “Everything about you…” he whispered, returning to his game of seduction, but it was you who had him seduced and captivated, “Oh can we not talk too much…”

Changbin was so hard and aroused, the silence overwhelmed him and your submissive posture had him trapped. He took the glass from your hands and you caught his gaze, seeing him with bright eyes that you were about to throw it all away and say yes to everything, at least tonight.

“Let me see…”

Changbin murmured, completely lost in desire, tugging at the knot of your bathrobe to remove it slowly and gently, enjoying the sensuality of your body being exposed, the bareness of your shoulders and then the garment opening completely revealing your silhouette, until dropping the garment to the floor.

You bit your lip so fucking aroused, enjoying the strong gaze of your boss on your naked body. He began to caress you, finely tracing a path with his fingertips: from between your breasts, down your abdomen, your mons pubis, your thighs and your inner thighs, tickling the skin of the outer lips of your pussy, almost making you gasp.

“You are so beautiful.”

He babbled, letting himself go as he never had before, almost gasping for breath, appreciating your body and the expressions on your face at the same time. His hand came up, massaging your breasts. Changbin licked his lips, finding your breasts supremely soft and squeezable, your nipples so pinchable, hard and appetizing, responding to every stimulation he gave to them.

A moan escaped your lips as you enjoyed his hand all over your breasts, treating them gently, squeezing them hard, touching them as he pleased.

“Fuck” he gasped, excited, his cock throbbing after hearing your first soft moan, “You like that, sweetheart?”

You felt an infuriating tingling in your pussy that burned inside you. Your face was red, and your breasts and nipples were sensitive to his constant stimulation.

“Y-yes” you answered with difficulty.

He smirked smugly and in one swift movement put the glass and bottle of wine back on the small table to return again to you, your still in place and stunning naked body.

“Would you kiss me, sweetie?” he hissed sizzlingly close to your face.

You nodded without breaking eye contact and rushed at him until you joined your lips in the most passionate and forbidden kiss.

Changbin grabbed your ass and pulled you close to him, feeling the softness of his marked pecs press against your breasts and the stiffness of his cock against your body. You put your arms around his shoulders and hugged him, deepening the act. Both of you were slowly losing your sanity more and more. Changbin kept massaging your ass until he suddenly started to spank it hard, making you moan between his lips and the sound of your skin being slapped hard became present, you were starting to become more intensely aroused.

He tugged gently on your hair, pulling you away from him and leering at you.

“Are you going to be a good girl? Answer me.”

Changbin gave you another spank, exciting you further and you moaned in an audible squeal.

“Shh, sh-sh. We have to be quiet” he spoke again.

You nodded feeling your bottom burn with pain, “Yes…” you replied and the word hung in the air because you didn’t know how to refer to him, whether with honorifics, whether to call him by name, he noticed.

“It drives me fucking crazy when you follow my orders and call me sir” he blurted out suddenly with a half smile.

Your ears turned red, there was some humiliation but it made you so excited.

“Yes sir” you crooned softly, causing Changbin’s cock to throb in desperation.

“Get on your knees” he ordered you quietly in a thick voice, “And use your mouth.”

You looked him in the eyes for a few short seconds and obeyed his command, your folds slick and your nipples hard, you replied once more, “Yes, sir” only to see his satisfied face.

You sighed half-heartedly, eagerly pulling down his boxers, releasing his hard, slightly thick cock with its red tip. You were about to take it in your hands, but Changbin came up with something better:

“Ah, ah, just use your mouth, princess,” he said again, “Don’t use your hands. Put them on your thighs.”

You raised your eyes to look at him with big pleading eyes, your mouth salivated and you positioned your face so you could lick his length with just your mouth, feeling his throbbing cock on your tongue. Changbin moaned in pleasure, seeing your submissive position, your hands almost digging into your thighs, only using your mouth to grab and stimulate his erection. He grabbed you by the hair.

“Look at you…you’re a good girl gone bad.”

You looked at him again, it was harder that way, just using your mouth, you tasted him, you wanted to play with his soft glans and seeing you so helpless, made Changbin take the base of his cock and guided it into your mouth, he moaned, self-pleasuring himself in your cavity, resenting the softness of your cheeks and pushing himself deeper and deeper until he reached your throat. You whimpered with his cock in your throat, about to move your hands, but remaining submissive and obeying what he said was igniting every part of your body. Your tears began to flow, you clenched your thighs in desperation as your pussy still throbbed for action.

“Ah, fuck, you take my cock like a fucking slut” he moaned, grabbing your hair and starting to gently thrust into your mouth, “Touch yourself, your little whore, fuck.”

You looked up at him again in supplication and your trembling hand began to caress your dripping pussy. Changbin continued to fuck your mouth, thrusting in and out of your throat, pounding your tract, leaving you sore and drooling as with your fingers in your vagina you tried to recreate the rhythm of his ramming. He continued to cum in you, shooting his cum into your mouth and abruptly pulling his member out of you, holding it in his hand as he gasped and let out a small shot at the corner of your lips, but you managed to get yourself overstimulated.

“Come here, stand up and sit on the bed” he ordered you.

You obeyed him, taking small embarrassed and excited steps to the bed, you were a mess, eager to have an orgasm.

“Yes, sir” you provoked him, sitting down and lightly caressing your breasts, looking innocently at him, inviting him to come closer.

Your boss undressed completely, dropping his robe to the floor and approached you with his eager erect cock. Changbin wiped your face and kissed you sweetly again, exploring your cavity, tasting a bit of himself and as you parted for lack of air with swollen lips, he practically pushed your body so that you fell back on the bed, in contrast to his warm and nice kiss.

Changbin positioned himself on the bed, spreading your legs and appreciating your shiny, swollen, used pussy, quickening his pulse.

“Look at this fucking pussy, fuck, ahh” he moaned, engrossed at the sight of your cunt, slapping your vulva in moderate force, making you stir from the excitement and the impact on your sensitive area.

With his left hand, with his soft, manly thumb he attended to your clit, while his right hand brought it to your entrance, inserting three fingers into you slowly, you bit your lip holding back a moan and Changbin waited for you to adjust to the sensation to start playing with your entrance roughly, his hand taking in intense vibrating motions and abusing your cunt, making you squeal and wallow in pleasure. He smiled, seeing how much you were struggling to keep from making so much noise and what could be heard were your soft sighs and the splashing of his fingers in you. You couldn’t take it anymore, you cum once… twice… making a mess and Mr. Seo still kept stimulating you, until he stopped before bringing you to a third orgasm, he appreciated your anatomy again and rubbed his cock in your folds ready to truly feel you.

“You’re so wet, baby fuck, this pretty pussy is ready to be fucked, mmh.”

He pushed into you, stretching your entrance, making you arch your back and enjoying every inch inside you. He began to fuck you hard, manipulating your body to his pleasure, bringing one of his hands to your neck and the other roughly covering your mouth so that only airy choked moans came out of you. You were beginning to see stars, you had never felt this used, dirty and well fucked as your boss was doing it to you… who began to short your breath with a strong hand on your neck. Changbin had never felt this powerful, not even with all the fortune in the world… possessing your body was a completely different experience, which brought him to his most intense orgasm. Turning you into a pair of lovers.

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Returning to your normal life as a maid you rarely saw Changbin again; you gently asked Mrs. Kang if she might know where he was to which she replied maybe in his office. You managed to slip away from Mrs. Kang’s side for a moment and seeing no one around, you took off your heels and walked quietly to his office, you didn’t know what you might say… but something in you wanted to see Changbin again, alone.

His door was half open and you peeked your head in to catch a glimpse of him on a hectic phone call, you admired him, finding him so attractive when he raised his voice and realized he was always working.

You went back to hiding in the wall, stopping yourself and wondering what you were doing… you looked like an immature, deluded little girl. But you weren’t so silly, you knew exactly why you were sneaking back out and looking for him again, you needed him again.

You stopped hearing his voice and out of curiosity you wanted to peek out again, you almost bumped into him as he was about to leave his office. You looked up to see him.

“You were looking for me?” he said in a smug tone and a half smile.

You shook your head frantically, scared looking at him with your docile eyes wide open, making him chuckle at the sight of you with that expression, being caught, your heels in your hands.

“Come here” he said again, holding you tightly by your forearm, pulling you inside.

You almost whimpered at his rough grip but he released you at once, closing the door.

“What is it you were looking for?” he spoke, defiantly, “You must be here and coming back because you want something… what do you want?”

Changbin moved dangerously close to you, almost pushing you into the door.

“What are you playing at…?” he muttered through his teeth.

He was already pinning you against the door, it was driving him crazy the way you were acting like a frightened little creature about to be devoured. His nose brushed yours and his right hand began to caress your thigh, slowly moving up to under your skirt. Your breathing began to hitch, you were so anxious and excited for your boss.

“Use your words. Now. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Your whole body flipped. You wanted him to come back to make you exhausted and sore, to make you whimper and make a mess. His left hand went around your neck, and his thumb played with your lips, gently dabbing it on your lipstick. You were about to speak, but a loud push from the door interrupted you.

You both separated, stepping away from the door and from each other. Mrs. Kang appeared without knocking and struggled with the door.

“Mr. Seo. Dinner is ready.”

She observed your full body with a cold gaze and noticed that you were not wearing your shoes, the uneasiness of your body, and Changbin’s amused expression. Kang Gahyeon had been working for rich people for decades. It was impossible not to know their every secret and move. She was the real eyes of the house. She was already getting suspicious of the tension between you and Changbin, and she didn’t like it at all.

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You were impatient. You’d be lying if you claimed you weren’t waiting for Mr. Seo, but you were already naked on your bed hoping to see him come through your door. You got all ready for him, or at least you fixed your hair, putting it in a nice cute bow and subtly did your make-up, thinking if you should wait for him with a baby doll or completely naked.

Time passed and he didn’t show up, so without realizing it you fell into a sleep, but fifteen minutes later, he finally appeared, wearing his pajamas, white sleeveless t-shirt tight to his body, and blue soft silk pajama pants. Changbin saw you asleep, with your face towards the ceiling, he smiled tenderly and gently pulled off the sheet you were covering your body with, revealing your naked body. He licked his lips and the urge to touch you came over him again, caressing your body finely with the back of his fingers, tickling you and causing you to open your eyes slowly, meeting Changbin’s strong silhouette.

You smiled at him. Thinking he had come to see you… but once again doing so with his whole family around was so risky, but you wanted to convince yourself that the walls of the mansion were thick and you couldn’t be heard.

“You were sleeping, princess” he whispered to you.

You grabbed his hand that was still caressing your abdomen and sat up in your bed, denying.

“I’m awake now” you replied cheerfully.

“Were you waiting for me, little angel?”

The nickname made you shy and Changbin bent his body to be at the level of your face, delicately taking your lips to kiss them, gradually raising the temperature of the situation, taking advantage by grabbing your breasts, squeezing them, and slapping them from time to time leaving you sensitive, sore but aroused, you whimpered a little as his left hand circled around your neck and the other went down to your moisten vaginal lips, stimulating you and inserting two fingers into you, then he pulled your face away from him as he pulled your neck, leaving you missing his lips and looked at you with a perverse smile as he controlled the pleasure of your core.

You whimpered in delight at the pace of his fingers inside you and his thumb caressing the rest of your pussy. On the other hand, Changbin almost cum in his underwear at the sweet sound of your moans and your soft sensitive core receiving his fingers, ecstasy came over you and you took it, collapsing in your first orgasm on his fingers, but he kept stimulating you. Changbin released your neck and began kissing you, moving his mouth down your body, sucking your already sensitive breasts, filling you with a pleasurable wave of pain, he kissed and gently licked your abdomen, still penetrating your insides and exciting you again, until his face leveled with your exposed, swollen pussy, to begin playing with it with his mouth.

“You taste so fuking delicious, fuck” he babbled, licking all over your vulva and sucking your clit.

You moaned, biting your lip to keep from doing it so loud. Changbin savored your first orgasm and more of your fluid coming out of you, you were on the edge, unable to feel anything but pleasure, unable to think of the guilt you should be feeling, to think and stop him, both of you couldn’t stop playing with each other, exploring each other’s bodies secretly.

When Changbin sensed your frustration and overstimulation, he turned your body quickly, to fuck your pussy as he delighted in ramming into your ass, he covered your mouth to hold back the loud grunt that was about to come out of your mouth as you felt him inside you and he lost himself completely in you, satisfied by the sensation of your dripping center consuming his cock. You both sighed and he began to pound into you hard and steady, letting that room hold every gasp and steamy sigh, playing with each other like lovers do.

It was a bad idea to think that no one could hear you, because in the darkness lurked the one woman in the house who knew absolutely everything. The floor of Dahae’s room was above her room, as soon as she heard footsteps she did not hesitate for a second to go and see, so that in the end she confirmed and witnessed the grotesque act that was taking place in your room. An act of infidelity, passion, and lust, coming out of your room the sounds of the moans of both of you and your skins colliding that upset her gradually. The lady who raised Changbin felt disgusted for him, rejection, and contempt for you… she knew that the infidelities of a rich man towards his wife was something almost inevitable, but she never got to think it of Changbin. But she wasn’t going to allow that to go on in that house or outside of it. She had to get rid of you now or expose your little secrets.