정재현

“look up here, baby,” xiaojun snaps his fingers and you blink, your gaze drawn back to the phone in his hand recording you. 

you squint your eyes, blinded by the flash shining bright in your face, accentuating the drool running down your chin and the black mascara smeared around your eyes. you’re a bit dizzy already, not really registering what’s happening—why xiaojun is filming you on his phone, why wonbin and sion are standing around you. 

they’re all looking down at you, on your knees with your hands in your lap, opening your mouth for xiaojun who pushes his fingers down your throat once more. his bracelets hang around his wrist and you can see the veins pulsing out along his arm, your eyes following up to the sleeves of his shirt rolled over his biceps. 

xiaojun’s fingers press down on your tongue, reaching far inside your mouth, feeling your gag reflex coming in, but you try your best to ignore it. stand still, take it. 

“she takes it pretty well,” you hear a voice saying from your right. you feel a hand gently stroking your hair, a hand that belongs to sion, you realize as you look to the side. 

“she had the best teacher,” xiaojun says from above, watching you through the screen of his phone. “huh, didn’t you?” he shakes his hand from side to side, making you move your head as well like a dumb puppy. 

your eyes sparkle while looking at him, you’re sure of it. you want to say yes, sir, but how do you do that with his fingers inside your mouth?

you can barely form another thought that the pressure on your tongue disappears and you receive a sharp slap across the face. your head follows the fast movement, a whimper slipping past your lips. xiaojun takes a hold of your face immediately after, squishing your cheeks between his fingers. 

“yes,” you manage to croak out, your face still stinging from the strike, skin on fire. “the best.”

“i know,” xiaojun grins. “such a painslut.”

as if to confirm his words, you feel your core heating up, your panties wet against your pussy. you’re meant to take it.

“check her panties, you’ll see how well i’ve trained her.”

someone kneels behind you—wonbin, you think—and your torso is pushed down, both of your hands landing flat on the floor. cold fingers hook under the hem of your leggings and they’re being pulled down not long after, resting at your mid-thighs, your sex exposed, bare to the eyes of the three men surrounding you.

“dripping wet,” wonbin confirms, humming as he pulls your pussy lips apart, inspecting you, seeing how your folds glisten under the dim light of the gym. two thick fingers enter you and you gasp out, the intrusion foreign, but you find yourself liking it, longing for more. 

the drag of wonbin’s fingers between your walls is painful at first, dry and slow, but your slicks help to ease it up. you whimper and your thighs shake, pussy clenching around him out of instinct. you hear wonbin hissing, saying something about your pussy sucking his fingers in, and then a hand grips your hair, pushing your head down. your ass remains in the air, but your back is arched, cheek pressed against the cold floor. 

“stay down, pup. no grabby paws, m’kay?” xiaojun softly instructs you, though his grip on your hair is starting to sting your scalp. you pout, bobbing your head up and down the best you can. 

you hide your face behind your arms as the fingers inside of you start to move, thrusting back and forth, xiaojun holding his phone up and filming the whole scene. sion is standing not far away from you, hands shoved in the pockets of his pants, watching you getting fingering right in the middle of the empty gym. 

you want to reach for something so badly, hold onto someone—maybe sion’s leg? it’s so close to you. or reach behind to grab wonbin’s hand? but you remember; no grabby paws. xiaojun wouldn’t be happy if you disobeyed him. 

after a few thrusts of his fingers, wonbin pulls them out of you, leaving you confused and empty, but you let out a gasp of surprise when you instead feel his tongue prodding at your entrance, nose buried in your pussy. after dipping between your folds, tasting you, his tongue moves to your clit, which makes you moan, the shy sound muffled by your arm covering your mouth still. wonbin holds the back of your thighs firmly, preventing you from moving too much, keeping an inch or two of distance between each other. it’s a lot to take in, especially the moment he digs his teeth into the flesh of one of your ass cheeks, definitely leaving a print behind. 

you feel so exposed in front of them, scrutinized and watched. you’re not even completely bare and you still feel the humiliation of being naked, three pairs of eyes on you at the same time. it makes you dizzy, makes you feel so, so dumb. useless, only worth being the object of their desires—but you don’t mind as long as you’re being good for xiaojun. 

when you cum, you’re barely recovering that they’re switching positions and you have a hard time catching what’s happening. your pulse is going quick, legs shaking, feeling your wetness dripping down your inner thighs and the moisture of wonbin’s tongue still on your cunt. 

you’re placed on your butt and someone pulls you to his chest, recognizing sion’s legs on either side of your body. you look up at xiaojun, then wonbin, wondering for a second what will happen next, but you’re caught off guard when sion wraps his arm around your neck. you gasp out audibly, hands flying up immediately to grasp sion’s arm, trying to pull on it, but it does nothing at all. he squeezes more and more until your eyes fill up in water and you fight for air. you kick your legs on the floor, attempting to push yourself up somehow, and you’re in utter distress as wonbin sits down in front of you and catches your ankles between his hands. 

“shh, shhh. come on, pretty,” sion whispers, his breath fanning across your cheek. “don’t be so difficult,” he chuckles and you can hear the others laughing, too. you want to behave, you really do, but you physically can’t. your body is telling you to fight, anything to get some air. 

why is xiaojun letting this happen? he hits you, yes, countless times and really hard sometimes, but depriving you of air? it’s a first and you’re not sure if you like it. 

you think xiaojun says something that makes the others laugh again, and you can see him grinning, making fun of you. you feel defeated, hoping that it’ll end soon. 

sion tightens his arm, his bicep flexing around your neck, tilting your head to the side. your mouth closing and opening, clawing at his arm, wriggling in his hold. it’s long, so long until he unfastens his arm from around your throat and you immediately gasp for air, but it doesn’t last a second before he squeezes again, this time taking a chunk of your hair in his other hand. you look at xiaojun, silently begging him with your tearful eyes. 

“she looks so dumb,” sion says, his tone light-hearted, as though enamoured of you. 

“wait for when she gets fucked,” xiaojun adds in, getting closer to you, recording how his friend holds you in a headlock, leggings down to your mid-thighs, making it so humiliating for you. “she’s even dumber than that—cock makes her so stupid.”

the moment sion lets go of you, you roll off to the side, coughing and crying, massaging your neck. it hurts so much, there’s no way you don’t have it bruised by tomorrow. you really thought this would be it, if sion only held you for a little longer, but he stopped at the right moment. you don’t know if you’ll recover from this, ever. 

“here, take the phone.” 

it’s blurry all around you and your head feels heavy, it’s like their voices are really far away from you, when you know in reality they’re all very close to you. hands grip your leggings while another pair yanks your top, both undressing your legs and revealing your boobs at the same time. 

the head of a cock is pushing at your entrance, and you almost scream as he bottoms out, filling you up to the brim, walls spasming around him. you don’t need to look behind your shoulder to know who it is, you already recognize him by his size and his shape, his familiar hands grabbing your hips. 

“fuck, that’s it, that’s my girl,” xiaojun moans, palm traveling up your back and fingers closing around the hair at the back of your head, rising it up from the floor. “look at wonbin, pup. tell him what it’s like getting your little pussy fucked.”

your eyelids are heavy, threatening to close, but you force yourself to look up, finding wonbin crouched down in front of you, xiaojun’s phone in hand. the flash of the phone blinds you once again, making you squint your eyes. sion is a little off to the side, probably the one who pulled on your top earlier. 

“i- i like it,” you sniffle. your voice is hoarse and talking hurts your throat a lot. “ngh- feels so good!” you squeak as xiaojun pounds into you, sounds of skin against skin echoing in the room.

—-

one look from kun, and you're already getting up from the floor, following him to the bathroom. you fit into the tiny stall with him and kneel down, waiting patiently as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. you reach for his soft cock, fingers closing around his length, feeling how heavy it is in your palm. kun gently pats your hair as you hold him while he pisses and you obediently watch him the whole time. you always search for his approval, sweet, rounded eyes looking up at him, waiting for your well-deserved praises.

"good girl," he says softly once he's done, his grip slightly tightening around your hair as you come to lick his tip, your tongue swirling around it. cleaning up kun is important—you now know—after his break to the bathroom. it saves him time, he says, even though accompanying him adds up more time in your opinion, but you still do what kun expects of you. he's the one who decides.

kun is always in control, he has to be, even of your own bathroom breaks. he monitors them, reminds you when to go and lectures you when you haven't peed for a long period of time. you usually go alone, but sometimes he comes with you, and when he does, you know he's going to teach you a lesson.

"good girls tell daddy when they go to the bathroom," he scolds severely, having you bent over the counter, panties lowered down just above your knees. one harsh slap is delivered to your cunt, a pained whimper slipping past your trembling lips. "what are you going to look like pissing your pants in front of everyone, mh? don't be a stupid little girl like that." his palm spanks your bare cunt once again, mean and unforgiving.

kun turns you around, hastily pushing your panties out of the way and pulling you into the nearest stall with him. his hand finds your neck and with his other hand, he slaps you, your pussy becoming sore and sensitive. your legs shake and you have a hard time holding in your full bladder and kun knows you're close to breaking down. "so forgetful i wonder if you don't do it on purpose sometimes," he tells you, his tone low and calm. "you want to piss yourself in front of the others, don't you?"

his words make you feel guilty and ashamed, pinpointing something you can't even admit to yourself. your tearful eyes tell him everything he needs to know, and with another harsh spank delivered to your poor cunt, you let go, pee running down the inner of your thighs and over kun's hand. you cry loudly, fat tears rolling down your burning cheeks, the most vulnerable you've ever been in the hands of kun.

although kun can be mean and domineering, he always takes care of you. he doesn't like a mess, he prefers to avoid it, make it all better with aftercare, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. it's always confusing when you're with the other members because they're never as sweet and don't like to coddle you like your leader does. their personalities with you is quite the clash and you often find yourself disoriented between all of them, especially the three youngest.

the first time you got introduced to the way the members like to treat you was very... dizzying. for example, you didn't understand why hendery wanted you to kneel in front of him right here in the dance studio once the others were gone. he was talking about not wanting to waste time, being too lazy to make a last turn to the restroom, you must help him with that—and you did. he pulled out his cock and angled it downwards to your face, keeping you still with a hand holding the back of your head. he was soft and you thought he was going to jerk himself off, make himself hard, but instead, he pissed on you, making you gasp out in surprise.

it didn't last long, but it was enough to humiliate you. his piss had spilled over your hair down to the top of your breasts, soaking your clothes, some even going into your mouth. you felt disgusting to say the least—it was the last thing you expected him to do. at this moment, you tried to pull away from him, but hendery's grip on you was too strong and the only thing that it did was make a mess on the floor, which he punished you for. you're meant to take it—all of it, he'd told you.

you don't dare to move away anymore, afraid he'll beat you up for it if you do. when hendery drags you out of the room, you don't question him, following him to the restroom. he bends you over the toilet and reaches under your skirt to hook your panties to the side, kneeling down to eat you out quickly before getting back up and thrusting his cock into you. he always waits a few minutes before doing it, but he likes to piss in you, bottoming out and keeping your hips still against him. you let out quiet gasps, never getting used to the feeling of his warm release inside of you, quickly dripping down your thighs.

"fuck, clench around me, baby," hendery says as he stares at the way your back curves under the push of his hand, his cock reaching deeper inside of you. when you do as he says, he lets out a deep moan, and shortly after, he's already moving again. "you like it, huh? like my piss inside your dirty little cunt?" a part of you always wants to answer no—you don't like it, it makes you feel soiled and used, and you wish he wasn't a sick pervert—but you say 'uh-huh' anyway, aching for him to tell you how well you're taking him, how good you make him feel.

with hendery, it doesn't stop once you're outside the company's building, it continues even when you're at the dorms. he takes showers with you just so he can piss on you again, being way grosser about it and making you suck him off after until he's painting your face in his cum. he purposefully makes you dry hump him when he knows you need to use the bathroom and doesn't let go of you until you pee on him. hendery's corrupted you so badly that if you don't cum rubbing your cunt over his pants, you ask him to use his mouth on you and he always obliges without hesitation. he turns you over and sucks on your clit, making you cum like this. you sometimes come over to his room to tell him you have to pee just so he can eat you out after.

you think at some point hendery has talked about what you two do together to xiaojun because not long after, he was doing the same things with you, too. xiaojun has always been a little rough with you—out of love, he keeps telling you—so getting slapped and spanked isn't unusual, but getting pissed on your bruises is, though.

again, you're being told that's what you're here for, that you're meant to accept it, be a good girl about it. the last thing you want is to disappoint xiaojun and make him mad, so you sit still and pretty for him when he tells you to. he pulls out his cock and you know what you have to do; you put him in your mouth, sucking gently, massaging his balls and going down as far as you can because that's how he likes it. xiaojun moans, throwing his head back and thrusting in your mouth himself, holding your head in place with a hand in your hair.

his hips move only a little, just enough so he can get the friction that he needs. he moans and groans above you, and it sounds like he's close, but what you feel on your tongue isn't cum—not at all. you pull off of him instantly, pee accidentally getting on your face and into your mouth, but you're brought back as fast as you pulled away, xiaojun releasing himself all over you. his eyes are fixated on you the whole time, getting off to the distressed look on your face, to how freaked out and repulsed you are.

one look from kun, and you're already getting up from the floor, following him to the bathroom. you fit into the tiny stall with him and kneel down, waiting patiently as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. you reach for his soft cock, fingers closing around his length, feeling how heavy it is in your palm. kun gently pats your hair as you hold him while he pisses and you obediently watch him the whole time. you always search for his approval, sweet, rounded eyes looking up at him, waiting for your well-deserved praises.

"good girl," he says softly once he's done, his grip slightly tightening around your hair as you come to lick his tip, your tongue swirling around it. cleaning up kun is important—you now know—after his break to the bathroom. it saves him time, he says, even though accompanying him adds up more time in your opinion, but you still do what kun expects of you. he's the one who decides.

kun is always in control, he has to be, even of your own bathroom breaks. he monitors them, reminds you when to go and lectures you when you haven't peed for a long period of time. you usually go alone, but sometimes he comes with you, and when he does, you know he's going to teach you a lesson.

"good girls tell daddy when they go to the bathroom," he scolds severely, having you bent over the counter, panties lowered down just above your knees. one harsh slap is delivered to your cunt, a pained whimper slipping past your trembling lips. "what are you going to look like pissing your pants in front of everyone, mh? don't be a stupid little girl like that." his palm spanks your bare cunt once again, mean and unforgiving.

kun turns you around, hastily pushing your panties out of the way and pulling you into the nearest stall with him. his hand finds your neck and with his other hand, he slaps you, your pussy becoming sore and sensitive. your legs shake and you have a hard time holding in your full bladder and kun knows you're close to breaking down. "so forgetful i wonder if you don't do it on purpose sometimes," he tells you, his tone low and calm. "you want to piss yourself in front of the others, don't you?"

his words make you feel guilty and ashamed, pinpointing something you can't even admit to yourself. your tearful eyes tell him everything he needs to know, and with another harsh spank delivered to your poor cunt, you let go, pee running down the inner of your thighs and over kun's hand. you cry loudly, fat tears rolling down your burning cheeks, the most vulnerable you've ever been in the hands of kun.

although kun can be mean and domineering, he always takes care of you. he doesn't like a mess, he prefers to avoid it, make it all better with aftercare, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. it's always confusing when you're with the other members because they're never as sweet and don't like to coddle you like your leader does. their personalities with you is quite the clash and you often find yourself disoriented between all of them, especially the three youngest.

the first time you got introduced to the way the members like to treat you was very... dizzying. for example, you didn't understand why hendery wanted you to kneel in front of him right here in the dance studio once the others were gone. he was talking about not wanting to waste time, being too lazy to make a last turn to the restroom, you must help him with that—and you did. he pulled out his cock and angled it downwards to your face, keeping you still with a hand holding the back of your head. he was soft and you thought he was going to jerk himself off, make himself hard, but instead, he pissed on you, making you gasp out in surprise.

it didn't last long, but it was enough to humiliate you. his piss had spilled over your hair down to the top of your breasts, soaking your clothes, some even going into your mouth. you felt disgusting to say the least—it was the last thing you expected him to do. at this moment, you tried to pull away from him, but hendery's grip on you was too strong and the only thing that it did was make a mess on the floor, which he punished you for. you're meant to take it—all of it, he'd told you.

you don't dare to move away anymore, afraid he'll beat you up for it if you do. when hendery drags you out of the room, you don't question him, following him to the restroom. he bends you over the toilet and reaches under your skirt to hook your panties to the side, kneeling down to eat you out quickly before getting back up and thrusting his cock into you. he always waits a few minutes before doing it, but he likes to piss in you, bottoming out and keeping your hips still against him. you let out quiet gasps, never getting used to the feeling of his warm release inside of you, quickly dripping down your thighs.

"fuck, clench around me, baby," hendery says as he stares at the way your back curves under the push of his hand, his cock reaching deeper inside of you. when you do as he says, he lets out a deep moan, and shortly after, he's already moving again. "you like it, huh? like my piss inside your dirty little cunt?" a part of you always wants to answer no—you don't like it, it makes you feel soiled and used, and you wish he wasn't a sick pervert—but you say 'uh-huh' anyway, aching for him to tell you how well you're taking him, how good you make him feel.

with hendery, it doesn't stop once you're outside the company's building, it continues even when you're at the dorms. he takes showers with you just so he can piss on you again, being way grosser about it and making you suck him off after until he's painting your face in his cum. he purposefully makes you dry hump him when he knows you need to use the bathroom and doesn't let go of you until you pee on him. hendery's corrupted you so badly that if you don't cum rubbing your cunt over his pants, you ask him to use his mouth on you and he always obliges without hesitation. he turns you over and sucks on your clit, making you cum like this. you sometimes come over to his room to tell him you have to pee just so he can eat you out after.

you think at some point hendery has talked about what you two do together to xiaojun because not long after, he was doing the same things with you, too. xiaojun has always been a little rough with you—out of love, he keeps telling you—so getting slapped and spanked isn't unusual, but getting pissed on your bruises is, though.

again, you're being told that's what you're here for, that you're meant to accept it, be a good girl about it. the last thing you want is to disappoint xiaojun and make him mad, so you sit still and pretty for him when he tells you to. he pulls out his cock and you know what you have to do; you put him in your mouth, sucking gently, massaging his balls and going down as far as you can because that's how he likes it. xiaojun moans, throwing his head back and thrusting in your mouth himself, holding your head in place with a hand in your hair.

his hips move only a little, just enough so he can get the friction that he needs. he moans and groans above you, and it sounds like he's close, but what you feel on your tongue isn't cum—not at all. you pull off of him instantly, pee accidentally getting on your face and into your mouth, but you're brought back as fast as you pulled away, xiaojun releasing himself all over you. his eyes are fixated on you the whole time, getting off to the distressed look on your face, to how freaked out and repulsed you are.

However, it turns out more people had the same fate as you. Sitting alone, in pairs, or in small groups at probably the only open bar in milan on this jolly day. You were informed about the jazz band that usually played live music here, yet you went to the place the only day of the year that they weren't there. Though it was kinda obvious they wouldn't be here today; it's Christmas eve for God's sake.

You took a sip of your wine, closing your eyes to savor the taste. You didn't know what it was, but the bartender definitely found your exact preference; sweet and strong on the tongue which leaves a slightly bitter aftertaste at the back of your throat.

As you set the glass down at the bar counter, you noticed a gust of air on your side, signaling someone else's presence. The woody masculine cologne that engulfed your nostrils made your head turn discreetly to the side, trying to take a glimpse of the man that it belonged to.

"A glass of Johnnie please, no ice," a soft baritone voice addressed the bartender and you couldn't help but fully turn your body towards the man, angling yourself in a position that showed your interest towards him yet keeping a safe distance.

The man definitely noticed your antics. You felt his fiery gaze look you up and down, taking in your full appearance. You flipped your hair, moving it all to the back which exposed your bare shoulder and upper chest. You noticed with the corner of your eye that the man drew in a sharp breath, shifting his body from side to side on the barstool. Your technique worked.

As you stretched your arm to grab your glass of wine, your heard the man clear his throat. "Now why would a beautiful lady sit alone at a jazz bar on Christmas eve?" the velvety baritone voice asked and the question was addressed to none other than you.

You finally met the man's gaze for the first time. He was gorgeous. His jet black hair was nicely styled, parted in the middle and framing his heavenly structured face, falling a bit long at the nape of his neck. His dress shirt was sitting tightly around his shoulders and chest, in contrast with the tie he was wearing which was hanging rather loosely around his neck. His sleeves were rolled up and you noticed his arm muscles flex as he brought the scotch glass to his lips, his watch glimmering under the dim lighting.

"Funny enough, I was about to ask the exact same thing," you played along, hiding your flirty smirk behind your glass of wine.

"You're looking for a beautiful lady too?" he asked, his eyes creasing as he smiled teasingly.

You chuckled at that, covering your mouth with you hand. So he had a sense of humor. "I meant a handsome man. But whatever rows your boat," you decided to play along, flirt with him too.

His eyes were piercing. He looked at you as if he were walking for miles in the dry desert and you were an oasis just a little ahead of him, like he was desperate to drink you all up. It would be lie though if you denied that you weren't looking at him the same way.

"I mean," he said between low chuckles, "there has to be a good reason why you're here. And alone," he finished, waiting for your answer.

You sighed deeply, tapping your fingers on the counter. "I was supposed to spend Christmas with my friends but they decided to be assholes and pull a prank on me. They dumped me. Told me we were going to Milan while they are in Vienna right now," you said, downing the remaining wine in your glass in one go.

The man visibly winced at what you said, as if he was physically in pain. "I'm sorry to hear that. That's so cruel, wow," he said, reaching out a confident hand to grab your hand resting on the counter, giving it an apologetic squeeze. Oh he knows what he's doing.

"What's your excuse for being here, pretty boy?" you asked playfully and he smiled. "My story isn't as sad as yours, it's actually kinda funny. My uh- my flight got canceled. I was in Milan for work and I was supposed to go home for the holidays but..." he trailed off, pressing his lips.

"Damn, i'm sorry," you said and you decided to flirt back now. Gaining dominance over his hand, you squeezed it, rubbing circles with your thumb over the back of his hand.

You noticed his eyes fixate on the spot your bodies were touching. Without realizing it, your barstool had moved closer to his and you could feel the heat of his body radiating along with the strong scent of his cologne. You hoped your perfume hadn't worn off after hours of wearing it.

"Actually," he spoke up, removing his hand from your grip, "something good came out of all this misfortune. I'm sitting at a nice cozy place with a beautiful lady to keep me company. Not that bad, isn't it? I'm Jaehyun by the way," he offered you his name, stretching his arms for a proper handshake.

It was ironic. You had already held hands without even introducing yourselves to each other. You giggled at the gesture and he smiled at your reaction, eagerly waiting for your name and your handshake with his arm still stretched towards you.

You gave him your name as you returned the handshake. The sight of the two of you must have looked somewhat awkward from a third person's point of view, but for you the interaction between you and Jaehyun had a warmth to it.

You didn't say it out loud like he did, but spending time with a lovely handsome stranger in a foreign place on Christmas eve wasn't as bad as it sounded.

You didn't realize it but you and Jaehyun had already been talking for almost two hours. Time passed by quickly, you were having a great time with him. He was weirdly charming, flirting with you in a slightly uncomfortable way despite the aura of confidence he radiated. He cracked jokes more than you expected and always found silly excuses to touch you, anywhere he could, signaling his obvious interest towards you.

It would be a lie if you said you weren't as interested in him, if more than he was. You found yourself laughing at everything he said, and you didn't mind the soft touches of his hand here and there. In fact, you craved them even more. You craved him. After two hours of talking, you weren't sure if it was the wine, the sleepiness or the pure lust you were feeling, but you couldn't bring yourself to listen to everything he said. You were lost in his eyes, his lips, his hands, his scent. You were sober enough to understand the pure attraction you had for him.

The bar was now almost empty. You saw the bartender cleaning some tables in the back, and only two groups of friends were there beside you and Jaehyun. You took this as a signal to get leaving as soon as possible.

After arguing with Jaehyun over who gets to pay for the drinks, he ultimately won over you, being kind enough to pay for all your refills of wine. You were opposed to this at first, but his kind gesture made your want grow even more, and the aching sensation between your thighs became too noticeable to ignore.

You wrapped your coat closely around your neck as you stepped outside the bar in the crisp coldness of December. You couldn't just go back to your hotel room like this. The night was still young, and you weren't ready to leave Jaehyun just yet.

"So, any plans for the rest of the night?" you asked, trying to get some information you could use in your favor.

Jaehyun shrugged, lifting his shoulders. "Not really. I mean, I'm alone here so there isn't anything else to do during this time of the night," he said, but you noticed that he wanted to say more than that.

You decided to take initiative and help him out of his shyness. "I know it's gonna sound a bit weird but," you drew in a breath, shivering from the cold and the nervousness, "would you like to come over to my hotel room for one more round of drinks? It's almost Christmas" you said looking at your watch.

Jaehyun tried to suppress a smile that was threatening to spread on his lips. You had cracked him. You knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him, and neither of you were ready to let go of each other so easily. Besides, like he said, you were all alone here. You only knew each other and there wasn't anything more fun than to spend more time with a person you grew to like. He had no excuse to refuse your offer.

With a hesitant nod, he looked into your eyes, smiling softly as he tried to study the intentions behind your question. "Sure, why not?"

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Jaehyun kicked the door of you hotel room closed as he kissed you deeply, his hands resting on your back while yours were wrapped around his neck. Dropping your bag on the floor, you hurriedly took off your shoes, throwing them somewhere around the room.

Jaehyun struggled a little untying his shoelaces, but you helped him get rid of his jacket, throwing it somewhere behind him. You let your coat fall off your body, and with a quick motion your hands were back to where they were, wrapped around jh neck, pulling him close to reach his lips again.

The kiss was electric. Your entire body heated up with lust as you tasted on his lips the mixture of the different alcoholic drinks you had consumed earlier. Jaehyun slipped his tongue into your mouth, lowering his hands to the small of your back as you cupped his cheek with one hand, the other gripping the locks of his hair. In the heat of the moment, he wasted no time cupping your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

On the short walk back to your hotel, you felt the constant need for him steadily rising and rising to the point you couldn't keep your hands to yourself anymore. It must've been hard for Jaehyun to keep his composure too, as he couldn't resist his urges anymore, kissing you in the elevator as you went up to the floor of your room.

You were both so needy for each other. Your tongues battled for dominance as Jaehyun lead you to the bed, dropping your body on the soft mattress as he towered above you, never breaking the kiss.

Your grip on his hair tightened, and he knew you wanted more. He attached his lips on your neck, pressing soft warm kissed along the sensitive area. He trailed his mouth from under your ear down to your already half-exposed chest and you mentally thanked yourself for choosing to wear a low-cut top. Soft moans escaped your lips as Jaehyun found all your favorite spots to kiss, smirking at the sounds that came out of your mouth.

His lips left your skin and you whined at the lack of his touch. He looked up into your eyes, searching for any type of consent, something that told him you needed him as badly as he needed you.

"What are we even doing?" he chuckled, running his fingers along your cheek.

You smiled at that. "i don't know,," you were honest with him. "But whatever it is, I like it. And I want it. Do you?" you asked him and he nodded quickly, resting his thumb on your lips.

"You have no idea" he said and in a second, his lips crashed with yours as he continued the battle of dominance you had previously started.

Jaehyun kept kissing you everywhere. No spot in your exposed body was left unattended by his soft lips, yet he needed more of you and you needed him in more places too. As if on cue, you arched your back to help him take off your top, followed shortly with an unclasp of your bra, the straps falling down your shoulders as he yanked it away. He immediately buried his face in your chest, sucking one nipple while teasing the other one with his fingers.

With trembling hands due to the pleasure, you loosened Jaehyun's tie, hastily unbuttoning his shirt. He sensed your struggle and detached himself from your boobs to help you get him undressed. Removing his shirt, he revealed his toned body to you, muscles flexing with every single of his movements. You didn't have enough time to fully appreciate his upper body as he dipped back in, not wanting to leave your nipples neglected.

Soft moans and whimpers left your lips as he kept on kissing you down your entire body, trailing your stomach down to your pants. Swiftly pulling the zipper, he slowly removed your pants and underwear, kissing your inner things along the way.

Your body jolted at the cold sensation of your naked core meeting the air in the room, and Jaehyun's mouth was so close to where you needed him the most that the thought alone made you even wetter.

Jaehyun took a step back to fully look at you. His pupils were dilated, eyes filled with nothing but lust and need. "Gosh you're so beautiful" he said in his low voice, a soft grunt escaping him as he unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers revealing his own throbbing dick.

You gulped at the sight of his size, but it made you even more curious of how he would feel inside you. Jaehyun lowered himself above you, capturing your lips in a lazy passionate kiss.

"I really wanna take my time with you but I can't wait any longer. Do you think you can take me right now? No prep?" he asked you, the neediness in his eyes and voice so obvious, you could come undone any minute by now.

The truth is, you weren't sure if you could fit all of him inside you. But you needed him. you wanted him. The sooner the better. You couldn't take any more foreplay or teasing even though you'd like it. You just wanted to relase all the tension off your body.

"I can take it. I can take you," you said and you saw Jaehyun's eyes darken at your eager tone. He wasted no time, lining himself between your legs as he grabbed the base of his cock, bringing it to the opening of your folds.

"Are you sure you want this, Y/n?" Jaehyun asked you, waiting for your final answer, the one that would give me the green light to go.

You nodded. "yes, Jaehyun please. I want you right now," you pleaded and it was all that was needed for him to slowly thrust inside you, your velvety walls wrapping around his veiny length as he entered deeper and deeper until he bottomed out inside you, his hips touching yours.

A long moan was heard by both of you at the sensation of your bodies meeting in such an intimate way. "Fuck you're so warm" Jaehyun groaned and you moaned just at the sound he made, his eyes shut as he tried to fully feel you ad you took him all in.

Once you gave him the signal that he could move, he slowly lifted his hips, thrusting his dick in and out of your pussy, earning heavy breaths from you. Your arms searched for anchor at his toned back, digging your fingers in his shoulders as his thrusts grew faster and more eager, trying to get you to moan louder for him.

And it worked. As he kept on reaching spots so deep you never thought anyone could ever reach, Jaehyun kissed down your neck, groaning at the sound of your continuously louder moans, smirking on your skin when he pinched your nipped and you squealed, leaving out a high-pitched scream.

"You're so good at this Jae, you make me feel so good" you said in between moans and the nickname worked like magic for him. His breathing became heavier, burying his head on the crook of your neck as his thrusts became sloppier.

"Fuck you're such a good girl for me, I'm- fuck" Jaehyun's voice was mumbled as he spoke in the mattress, your moaning growing louder and louder.

"Please Jae I wanna cum, it's so good," you whispered, your breathing becoming sharper as he pressed a finger on your clit, rubbing it softly as he angled your hips higher to gain more access inside you. Your legs wrapped tight around his waist as his body was pressed closely on top of you. Jaehyun tried to kiss you, but the burning sensation between your legs kept you moaning inside his mouth, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as you reached closer to your climax.

"Jae I'm- I-" you tried to speak but the pleasure was too much for your brain to properly work.

Jaehyun never stopped nor changed his movements, quickly understanding what you like and what makes you a whimpering mess under him. "Come on baby, cum for me" he groaned as he kept on going, rubbing your clit slightly faster.

Your legs shook around his waist, a loud cry leaving your lips as you came around his cock. Jaehyun kept on going, riding you through your high as he chased his own. Hearing your soft moans, he came not long after you, warm liquid filling you up as your throbbing walls clenched around his length.

The two of you stayed like this for a while. Jaehyun only pulled out of you once his breathing was more steady, and you winced at the sudden emptiness you felt without his body inside you, or even on top of you.

Jaehyun layed for a few more seconds before he got up, searching for his boxers around the room. "I'm gonna get some tissues to clean you up, is that alright baby?" the pet name felt so natural coming from him. It was weird that it didn't really hit you when he said it during sex, but right now it made your stomach twitch.

Jaehyun went to the bathroom and came back holding some tissues. You moved your body towards him and let him clean you up from all the remaining liquids he had spilled on you. You found the gesture adorable, especially when you saw the concentration on his face, trying to leave absolutely no dirty spot on your body.

You thanked him for it and got up to find some clean clothes you could wear to sleep. Jaehyun was too comfortable getting under the bedsheets, laying in your bed as a sign that he would stay the night.

Fishing his phone from the inside pocket of his jacket, he read the time. It was way past midnight by now, and neither of you noticed how quickly time had passed when you had such a great time with each other.

His lips tugged into a playful smile before he spoke. "Look, it's past midnight. Merry Christmas!" he said as you climbed into bed beside him.

You laughed at his enthusiasm and sighed, turning to face him. If you were to tell yourself that you wouldn't spend Christmas with your friends this year but rather with a hot total stranger you came across at a jazz bar, you wouldn't believe it. But now, nuzzling into his chest, hearing the slow and steady beating of his heart, you were content with this turn of events.

You cupped the side of his face and his cheek rested heavy in your palm as he leaned his head to your touch. You pressed a soft peck on his lips, smiling. "Merry Christmas".

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