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His face was half-lit by the screen's fading light, his jaw relaxed, eyes half-lidded. "So," You said, your voice a little rough from the quiet, "The girl from the bar. You never told me how it went."

Jiung's thumb paused its circular motion for a beat, then resumed. "Which one?" He snickered. You snorted. "Pig." Your voice mumbled. "I don't know? The one with the red top who you kept eyeing last Saturday."

He nodded as if he was gathering his thoughts. "Ohh... yeah. She was fine. Just… not really my type." He shrugged, the movement shifting your weight against him. "We hooked up, I don’t know it was pretty forgettable."

You hummed, tracing the seam of his sweatshirt with your nail. "Shame."

"What about you?" He asked, his tone light but his eyes catching yours. "How's that guy you've been seeing? Intak, was it?"

Another snort escaped you before you could stop it. "Right. Yeah. He's… boring."

His eyebrows lifted. "Boring? That's not what you said when you first started talking about him."

You let out a long breath, the frustration you'd been carrying for weeks bubbling to the surface. "He's boring in bed, Jiung. Like, painfully boring. I don't think he's aware that there's more than one position. And every time I try to steer things, he just…" You sighed, looking down at your lap and picking at a loose thread on your jean skirt. "I don't know, I just… I haven't had good sex in months. God, I don't remember the last time I came with someone else. It's embarrassing."

Jiung's hand on your thigh stilled again, then his fingers curled slightly, pressing into your skin. "Oh… that's fucked," He said quietly, his voice dropping. "You deserve better than that."

You felt a flush creep up your neck, the intimacy of the conversation settling between you like a weight. His thumb resumed its motion — slower now, more deliberate, pressing in small circles against the inside of your thigh. It was such a habit between you two, this casual touch.

He'd always been tactile: a hand on your shoulder, an arm around your waist, fingers brushing yours when you passed something to each other. But tonight, with the room dim and your blood still humming from a comedown, it felt different.

"Better…?” You repeated, your voice barely a whisper. "Like what?"

He didn't answer right away until his eyes found yours, dark and serious. "Someone who actually pays attention. Who knows what he's doing and makes sure your needs come first, every time."

Your breath caught. The air between you thickened. His thumb kept moving — slow, hypnotic circles on your thigh, higher now, practically ghosting where you ached the most.

You could feel the heat radiating off him, the room felt so silent and still that you could practically hear the my de steady thump of his heartbeat . "Jiung?" you said slowly, the words falling out before you could think.

"Hm?"

"Can you kiss me?"

His eyes flared. He didn't ask if you were sure and he sure as hell didn't hesitate because without a second thought, his hand slid from your thigh to your waist, pulling you toward him before his mouth was on yours.

The kiss started soft — his lips brushing yours once, twice, testing, almost shy despite the hunger that possessed his eyes. His other hand came up to cradle your jaw, tilting your head as he kissed you slowly.

You felt his tongue trace the seam of your lips, quietly asking for more, and you parted for him, a quiet sound escaping your throat as he slipped inside.

The kiss deepened by degrees, each pass of his tongue unhurried, as if he had all night. And maybe he did…. Your high was long gone, and you were sobering up, but this still felt like a different kind of float — weightless and suspended in the thick air between you.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. His breath was warm, uneven. "Do you want to...?" He whispered, thumb stroking your cheek.

You answered by pulling him back in for another kiss.

You shifted, your body moving on instinct, swinging a leg over his lap until you were now straddling him, your knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. His hands dropped to your waist, gripping you firmly, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the growing hardness beneath his jeans, pressing against your core, and a fresh wave of heat flooded through you.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips along your jaw, down the column of your throat, pausing where your pulse fluttered. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, tongue flicking over the skin, then sucked gently — a slow, deliberate tug that made your breath hitch. He didn't rush. He moved his mouth lower, kissing the hollow of your collarbone, the swell of your chest above the neckline of your shirt.

Each kiss a promise.

He sucked gently, teeth grazing, and you moaned, your hips rocking forward involuntarily.

"Fuck," He breathed against your skin, his voice rough. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

"Show me," You whispered, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Show me what I deserve."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide, lips swollen and slick. "I'll take care of you," He promised, and the sincerity in his voice made your chest ache. "Okay?"

You nodded, and he kissed you again — softer this time, but no less intense. His hands roamed up your sides, slipping under the hem of your shirt, his palms hot against your skin. He pushed the fabric up, and you broke the kiss to let him pull it over your head, tossing it aside.

His eyes raked over you, hungry, appreciative, taking in the black lace of your bra. "Tell me what you want," He muttered, his hands sliding up your sides, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts. "I want to hear you say it."

You swallowed. "I need you to touch me."

He nodded, and without another word his fingers traced the edge of the lace, following the curve of your breast, featherlight. "Can I take this off?"

“Yes.” You answered quickly before he reached behind you, fingers fumbling with the clasp.

It took two tries, his touch uncertain against your skin, before it finally gave way. Soft giggles tumbled from your lips, breaking the tension that had settled between you. He grinned back, a flush creeping up his neck, before your bra fell away.

He didn't move immediately, but he looked at you, bare in the low light, his expression soft and reverent.

You craved to see more of him too, drawn in by something you couldn’t quite name. Your hands slipped beneath the hem of his shirt while you glanced up and searched for his permission. He gave a quiet nod, setting something in your chest before you lifted the fabric and over his head.

Quickly, Jiung leaned in, pressing a kiss to the top of your breast, then another, lower, until his mouth closed over your nipple. His tongue circled slowly, deliberately, the wet heat of it making you arch into him. He sucked gently, then harder, teeth grazing, and you gasped, your hips grinding against his lap.

He switched sides, giving the same attention to the other delicate bud, his hand cupping the first, thumb brushing over the stiff peak. All the while, his other hand roamed your back, your waist, your hip — steady, grounding touches that kept you anchored.

Minutes passed like that. The only sounds were moans — yours and his — punctuated by wet kisses and the rustle of fabric. He worked his mouth down your chest, and with each touch, your hips ground against his lap, drawing groans from deep in his throat that matched your own.

"Lift up," He murmured, voice husky.

You raised your hips, and he reached beneath your skirt. The warmth of his hand hit your wet skin, and you shivered. He sat back, taking you in—your thighs spread over his lap as his fingers skimmed over your soaked panties.

"God, you're beautiful," He mumbled, almost to himself.

You gasped as he began teasing you through the fabric, rubbing slow circles that made you whimper, your hips tilting toward his touch.

"So wet for me already," he whispered, his voice thick and rough. "All this from just kissing?"

You couldn't answer — couldn't think, really — as he slid your panties aside and found you with devastating accuracy. His thumb pressed against your clit in slow, deliberate circles, and your head fell back.

The pressure was light, teasing, maddening in its restraint. He kept circling, kept you suspended in that exquisite tension for what felt like an eternity before sliding lower. One finger pressed inside you, just the tip, and then he stilled completely, letting you feel the stretch, the anticipation, the weight of what was coming.

"God, please more," You breathed.

He pushed deeper, inch by inch, until his finger was buried to the knuckle. He curled it gently, searching, and when he found that spongy spot inside you, your whole body jolted.

"There?" He asked, his voice a low whisper.

You nodded frantically. He pumped his finger slowly, watching your face, learning what made you gasp and what made you moan. After a few strokes, he added a second finger, stretching you, filling you. The pace was maddeningly slow — each thrust a deliberate drag against your inner walls, his thumb still working your clit in lazy circles.

"You feel so good," He whispered, his breath warm against your skin as you brought your lips to his. The words came slower now, deliberate, each one spoken like a promise. "Could do this all night. Just watch you fall apart on my fingers." He pulled back just enough to speak the words directly against your mouth.

You were trembling, the pleasure building in slow waves, cresting but not breaking. He kept you right on the edge, his rhythm steady, unhurried. His mouth claimed yours completely once again, his tongue moving in a cadence that mirrored the movement of his fingers, and you gasped into the kiss.

He swallowed your moans, his free hand threading through your hair, anchoring you to him as he deepened further. His tongue tasted you like he was trying to memorize every part of you. You couldn't think or do anything but feel the dual assault of pleasure — the kiss and his hand working in perfect synchronization, building you higher and higher.

When you tried to pull back for air, he followed after you, refusing to break contact, his lips moving to your jaw, your neck, before returning to your mouth with renewed intensity. Your hips rocked against his hand, chasing the pressure, and he groaned against your skin — a sound of pure satisfaction that sent another wave of heat through you.

"Ji—I'm so close—" You said softly.

"Not yet," He whispered.

Before you could protest, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you gasping at the sudden emptiness, a whine escaping before you could stop it.

He lifted you with ease, and you understood immediately — your hands already moving to unbutton his jeans. He pushed them down along with his boxers, and then he was there, his cock springing free, hard and flushed and impossibly thick.

The sight alone made you whimper, heat flooding through you as your mouth went dry. "Oh, what? You like it?" The smugness in his voice was unmistakable.

You rolled your eyes even as your cheeks burned. "Please, shut up."

His low chuckle told you he was thoroughly enjoying your reaction. When you settled back against him, the weight of his cock pressed hot and heavy against your core, already slick and ready. He reached down to guide himself, dragging the tip through your folds with agonizing slowness, coating himself in your wetness.

The friction made you gasp, your hips instinctively seeking more, but he held back — rocking against you instead, letting the head catch at your entrance before sliding away again, building the tension until you trembled.

"Please," You begged, your voice breaking with raw need.

"Hm?" He kissed up your throat, then toward your ear. "Tell me what you need."

"I need you inside me... like now."

He let out a shuddering breath. "That's all I wanted to hear." He pushed in slowly — the head stretching you first, a delicious burn that made you gasp. Then his shaft, inch by inch, filling you so completely you could feel every ridge, vein, and pulse of him.

His eyes locked on yours, watching your face as he sank deeper, and you couldn't look away or do anything but feel the overwhelming fullness of him claiming you.

When you were fully seated, buried to the hilt, he stilled. His forehead pressed against yours, both of you breathing hard, trembling with the effort of restraint. You could feel him throbbing inside you, hot and thick, stretching you in ways that made your toes curl.

"Fuck," He breathed, his voice wrecked. "You feel—God, you're perfect."

He began to move — not fast, but deep. Long, rolling thrusts that dragged against your walls, hitting your spot every time with an aching precision. He set a rhythm that was almost lazy, but each stroke was deliberate, measured, and designed to unravel you completely. His hands roamed your body, cupping your breast, gripping your hip, threading through your hair.

"You feel so good," He said against your lips. "This is what you deserve, pretty girl."

Your nails dug into his back, and he moaned, his pace increasing just slightly. He pulled almost all the way out — the loss making you whimper — then thrust back in, a sharp snap of his hips that made you cry out.

"Yeah? You like that?"

"Mmph—Don’t stop—"

And he didn't. He kept that beat — slow, then a little faster, before slowing again, keeping you suspended in that maddening space between pleasure and desperation.

He talked you through it, his voice low and rough, telling you how perfect you felt, how he'd been wanting this for so long, how he was going to make you come so hard you forgot every boring hookup you'd ever had.

You were close again, the pressure coiling in your belly, your knees sinking deeper into the couch cushions. He shifted, angling his hips, and hit a spot that made you see stars — white-hot pleasure shooting through your entire body.

"Right there! Please—"

"Come on," He praised, his voice a command wrapped in a caress. "Look at me. I want to see your face."

You held his gaze as your orgasm tore through, a wave so intense it stole your breath and blurred your vision. Your body clenched around him, pulsing, pulling him deeper as you shattered completely. A broken cry tore from your lips, unrestrained, and he groaned in response, the sound vibrating through your chest.

His own release followed moments later, triggered by the rhythmic squeeze of your walls around him. He buried himself one final time, his hips stuttering as he spilled hot inside you, filling you with pulse after pulse of his release.

His face contorted with pleasure, a guttural moan escaping him as he rode out the waves, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

When it was over, you collapsed on top of him, your face buried in his neck, your breath warm and uneven. Your bodies were still joined, both of you trembling with aftershocks, skin slick with sweat. After a long moment, he lifted his head, his expression soft, almost shy. "Was that… okay?"

You laughed, a breathless sound, and pulled him in for a slow, lazy kiss. "That," You finally whispered, "Is what I've been missing."

He laughed softly, his hands running up and down your back. "Told you, you deserved better."

You lifted your head to look at him, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "So was that a one-time thing, or…?"

He kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, soft and sweet. "As long as you want it," He murmured. "I'm not going anywhere."

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You couldn't even remember how the conversation started, not now when you were naked on his bed, legs spread wide open, your arousal dripping onto the blanket beneath you. Keeho had already edged you twice, and you were beginning to regret ever opening your big mouth. 

"Look at you... poor thing," he had the nerve to laugh as he reached out to settle his hand on your hip, just inches away from where you were still aching for him. 

"Kyo..." you whined, eyes fluttering open and landing on his annoying smirk. 

His hand began to rub, slowly inching back towards your heat. "Kyo what? You've never had a problem speaking before this. Come on, use your words." 

His condescending tone had you clenching your legs shut, desperate to relieve the needy pressure between them, but the attempt was fruitless as he forced them back open. 

He raised his hand and brought it down right over your clit, slapping it just hard enough to make your back arch off the bed in warning. 

You whimpered as your chest rose and fell rapidly at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shot through your body.

Your cunt was sticky and soaked now, bordering on uncomfortable as your clit throbbed and begged to be touched again. 

You were irritated, frustrated, and above all else so fucking needy, the words tumbled out before you could stop them.

"I was right, you can't make me cum."

The shift in his eyes was immediate. They narrowed into dark slits, the smirk pulling higher as he ran a finger through you slit before poking against your hole, and your cunt sucked him in with no resistance. 

Your eyes rolled back as his finger pumped into you, slowly at first then quicker as your mouth fell open in a silent moan. His thumb pressed firmly against your clit when he felt you squeezing his finger and just as your stomach tensed and you were right on the edge again, he pulled out, ripping his hand away from your core as you shouted.

He watched as you writhed on the bed, body twisting this way and that as you suffered through another denied orgasm.

"See, I can make you cum, I just don't want to."

When you finally settle down, there were tears welling in your eyes, gathering prettily on your lash line just waiting to spill over. The sight had Keeho twitching in his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to see them fall as he ruined you.

To torture you even more, his hand returned to your hip, rubbing the skin again as he inched even closer than the last time. 

You needed him so bad—it was starting to hurt—and you were too far gone to even muster up any words. You reached your hand out to lay it over his, gripping it weakly to move it over your cunt. He let you, watching your movements carefully when he did nothing but keep his hand still. 

When you realized he wouldn't give you what you wanted, you made the effort yourself. You shifted his finger right over your clit and placed your own over his so you could guide his finger to rub over you. 

His mouth dropped open at the sight of you so pathetic and aching for him, for his fingers when you simply could have pleasured yourself with your own. 

He pulled them away as he spoke. "You're trying so hard to get off, aren't you? Like a needy slut. If you want it so bad all you have to do is beg."

Your brain was telling you to hold back, at least for a little while longer, to not give in to him and his cocky words, but every instinct in your body screamed the opposite. Keeho could see the conflict in your eyes, so he gave you the encouragement you needed.

He brushed a finger of your clit, the touch light but impactful as your body convulsed at the sensation. 

"You can do it. Be a good girl and beg for it. Come on."

His voice sounded so pretty in your ears, guiding you to seek the release only he could give you. His other hand ran up your torso and between your tits, grasping one in his hand and kneading the flesh to coax the words out of you.

"W-wanna cum Kyo. Need you so bad..." 

His finger circled your nipple, drawing a gasp from you as he bit his lip and watched you fall apart for him. "Say please. Good girls ask nicely." 

You didn't care anymore. Not about your ego or your pride, all you needed was to feel the release. "Please! Please Kyo. Please touch me—need to c-cum." 

When a single tear slipped out of your eyes—so big and round and pleading for him—he couldn't deny you any longer. 

His hand returned to your clit, rolling it between his fingers and watching as the orgasm built inside you all over again. The moans and whimpers fell freely from your lips as he continued to toy with your nub. When your eyes clenched shut at the pleasure and a series of "thank you thank you thank you's" escaped you, he was more than willing to give you exactly what you wanted. 

He used his other hand to fuck you, two fingers delving back into your cunt over and over again. The wet smacks from the base of his hand connecting with your drenched pussy filled the room as he picked up speed. 

"Look at me." He commanded and your eyes flew open to lock onto his, even as they continued fluttering shut halfway. Your cunt squeezed his fingers, the orgasm building quickly from all the edging, and he circled your clit faster to draw you closer to your peak. 

"C-cum...ngh—" your voice cracked, a tiny, broken plea. 

He smiled at the singular word you spoke, so cute and dumb and flushed compared to where you started. 

"What was that baby?"

"C-cum.. gonna cum f-for you." 

"Okay baby, cum for me. Cum for me like a good girl." 

The tears flowed down your cheeks fully now as he curled his fingers deeper into you, fucking against your cervix as your climax hit. 

You sobbed openly as your legs shook around him, the tight coil in your belly exploding as he fucked you through the orgasm. 

When it subsided fully and he didn't pull his fingers away, you furrowed your brows with a frown, voice coming out wrecked and breathy, "K-kyo..?"

He continued the assault, fingers rubbing your clit in tight circles as you felt the familiar feeling building again, though this time there was a hint of pain behind the pleasure. "W-what are you.. mmgh—"

"Give me one more."

Your eyes widened, head shaking frantically as he worked your sensitive cunt and swollen clit. You squirmed in his hold, hips bucking as your stomach pulled tight. You whined as the tears cascaded down your cheeks as you fell apart under his touch once more. 

"Too much Kyo!" 

He doesn't think he could ever get tired of seeing you like this. Your hair was sticking to your damp forehead, your body basically curled to the side as you squirmed around him, your hands writhing helplessly next to you.

"You can take it. For me, you can take it, can't you?"

Through your daze you nod, it's so subtle, but when he sees it a whole new vigor flows through him. "That's my good girl." 

All he needs is a few more thrust into you, fingers brushing that spongy spot inside you and your coming again. 

Your body arched high off the bed but he pushed you back down, never seizing his fingers at your clit. You were already panting, trembling, and completely ruined when you feel something new bubble up, a completely foreign sensation. 

"W-wait Kyo—" the attempts are useless as he rubs your nub faster, fucking you deeper with his fingers as your pussy fluttered and the new pressure hit you. 

You screamed and squeezed your eyes shut and he immediately pulled his fingers out at the gush of clear liquid that drenched his hand and the sheets below you. 

You wailed and pushed his hand away to clamp your legs shut as you shuddered through the after shocks. 

He stared down at you, wide eyes full of awe and wonder as he chuckled excitedly. "Fuck... you just squirted." 

Through the daze your blush intensified in embarrassment as you tried to hide your face in the sheets.

His hand gently rubbed at your waist as your body finally stilled and the exhaustion hit. 

"What happened to your attitude baby?"

You whimpered at the words and he chuckled before pushing you back onto your back. He cupped your cheek, leaning down to whisper against your lips, "I fucked it out of you didn't I?" 

He pressed them to yours for the first time and a whole new feeling bubbled up in your stomach at the soft kiss your best friend gave you. He parted your lips and slipped his tongue inside to meet yours, before pulling out and away from you. 

"Never say some stupid shit like "I can't make you cum" again."

But you just might if it means he gets riled up like that again. 

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You took a deep breath and sat up, trying to build the courage to let the question slip out but it wouldn't. “I’m scared.”

His brows pinched even tighter. “Why? Did something happen?”

“No. I just… don’t want what I ask to make things weird between us.”

The concern on his face melted into reassurance. “Hey.” He shifted closer, chair directly in front of you now. “Nothing you ask could make things weird. I promise. Just tell me.”

You swallowed, heart pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it.

“Okay, but don’t… don’t freak out, alright?”

He tilted his head. “You’re actually scaring me now, just tell me.”

Here goes nothing.

“I want you to be my first kiss.”

Jongseob froze. He didn't move, not even an inch. Then he blinked once. Twice. His mouth opened, closed, opened again. “...Huh?”

Heat crawled up your neck. “I mean—to teach me. Not, like… not in a romantic way, I just—” You rubbed your hands together, words tumbling out in an embarrassed mess. “I haven’t kissed anyone before. Ever. And I feel like I’m missing out on stuff and opportunities and everyone my age has already done it and I don’t wanna be awkward or clueless when it finally happens for real and you’re the person I’m most comfortable with so I thought maybe you could help—”

He stared at you not in judgment, just surprise at the weird request.

You cleared your throat. “And you have experience, sooo… who else would be better to ask than you?”

“Experience?” he croaked, voice jumping an octave. “How do you even know I have experience?”

You give him the flattest look humanly possible. “You have thousands of girls screaming your name every time you step on stage. Plus you're not good at hiding when you've hooked up with people.”

And just like that, the tip of his ears went bright red.

“I— that doesn’t automatically mean—” He cut himself off, hunching slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Still. You can’t just say stuff like that so casually…”

“So you don’t want to help?” you asked quietly, not meeting his eyes.

His head snapped up instantly. “No—! No, that’s not—” He exhaled, steadying himself. “I’m just… surprised. But if it’s something you really want…”
He hesitated for half a second before nodding, cheeks still pink.
“...Then yeah. I’ll help you.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

He held your gaze with a tiny, shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Yeah. I’ll be your first kiss.”

You lunged forward to throw your arms around his shoulders, leaning against him in a hug. "You're the best Seobie, seriously."

You pulled back and made room for him on the bed and he climbed on, sitting across from you with his legs crossed.

You inched towards him, knees almost touching his, and Jongseob hoped he didn't look as nervous as he felt.

“Okay,” he said quietly, clearing his throat. “We’ll, um… start simple.”

“Simple,” you echoed, oblivious to how fast his heart was racing.

He nodded once, determined but flustered. “Just… just a closed-mouth kiss. A small peck. Nothing crazy.”

You nodded in anticipation. He hesitated a moment longer, searching your face. “You ready?”

“Yeah." you whispered.

Jongseob leaned in painfully slowly, giving you every possible chance to back out. You didn’t. And when he finally closed that last inch, his lips pressed against yours in the softest, most tentative touch imaginable.

It lasted maybe three seconds.

He pulled back immediately, eyes wide, both of you blinking like idiots.

“That was—”
“Weird,” you said at the same time.

He snorted, relieved. “Yeah. First ones usually are.”

But then his expression turned more serious and focused as he scooted a little closer. “Okay. Let’s try something else.”

Your heartbeat picked up.

“This time,” he murmured, “kiss a little longer. Just… let your lips settle on mine. Don’t rush.”

You didn’t even get to answer before he leaned in again.

The second kiss was still soft, still closed-mouth, but longer. His breathing picked up and he felt his hands twitch on the bed, instinctively wanting to touch you.

“Good,” he whispered when he broke away. His voice was low and rough. You’d never heard it like that. "Okay now we're going to kind of... lock lips? Just keep your mouth relaxed and follow my lead, okay?"

You nodded and closed your eyes.

Jongseob smiled at your eagerness and leaned in, no hesitation now. His lips moved gently against yours, a slow, steady rhythm, guiding you through it. You tried your best to follow and match the movement and pace, albeit a bit clumsy at first, bumping his nose lightly. He chuckled softly against your mouth.

"Easy," he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak, his forehead resting gently against yours. "Don't rush. Just... feel." His hand came up to trace your jawline with surprising tenderness. "Tilt your head a little... yeah, like that."

He kissed you again, guiding you with soft pressure and slight adjustments of his hand.

The initial awkwardness melted away, replaced by a building warmth. His hand slid from your jaw to cradle the back of your neck, his fingers threading into your hair. Your own hands found their way to his shoulders, anchoring yourself as the kiss deepened almost imperceptibly.

His lips parted slightly more, inviting you in deeper. You mirrored the action, allowing your lips to part too.

“Perfect,” he breathed when he pulled back, though his voice came out strained. “You're doing so good.”

You opened your mouth to thank him but he didn’t give you the chance as he kissed you again.

The tip of his tongue touched your lower lip, the lightest most fleeting graze, a silent question. A spark ignited deep in your belly. You made a small sound against his mouth, an unconscious encouragement. You focused hard on keeping up, on doing everything right, on matching what he was showing you.

He deepened the kiss further, his tongue gently tracing the seam of your lips before dipping softly inside for just a second, a dizzying sensation that made your fingers tighten on his shoulders. It was achingly intimate.

Jongseob tried hard to focus on telling himself this was just a favor for a friend, nothing more, repeating it like a mantra in his head. But when he felt the tip of your tongue meet his?

He knew he was done for.

The way you followed his movements, the way your lips fit so perfectly between his, it was driving him crazy. He kissed you again, and again, each one a little deeper, a little more sure, his thumb brushing your cheek like he couldn’t stop himself.

You didn’t know what to think, just trying to keep up.

When you ran out of breath and pulled back, Jongseob was sure he almost moaned at the sight, your lips slightly swollen, eyes wide.

“So…” You blinked. “Was that good?”

Jongseob just… stared. Completely dazed and breathing hard with half-lidded eyes and overheated cheeks. His lips were still parted like he was still waiting for you to come back.

“Good…?” he echoed, voice barely there. “I— yeah. Yeah. More than. Uh—”

He swallowed, eyes accidentally flicking to your lips again

“Yes, it was good. I think you're a natural.”

You beamed at his words then bit your lip thoughtfully, eyes still slightly wide. “Um… can we try again? I think I almost got the hang of it.”

Jongseob’s breath hitched just barely but he nodded. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, we can.”

This time you leaned in first, and something about that alone nearly knocked the air out of him.

You kissed him with more confidence, still a bit hesitant, but not nearly as shy. Your hands lifted almost on instinct, fingers sliding up until they rested lightly at the back of his neck.

After a few more moments you pulled away, smile bright and wide.

“Oh my god, yay! I actually got it. I get why people like kissing so much now.”

He blinked at you, slowly trying to return back to his body.

“Y-Yeah,” he stuttered. “It’s… uh… fun.”

You laughed a little, completely oblivious to how affected he was. “Thanks, Seob. Seriously. You’re the best.”

You squeezed his shoulders lightly before letting go, pushing yourself up onto your legs. "Gonna grab some water. Want some?"

Jongseob just stared at you, his lips swollen, his expression dazed. He managed a jerky nod, unable to form words as he watched you turn and walk out his bedroom door.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Jongseob slumped back onto his bed with a choked groan. He threw an arm over his face, chest rising and falling in short, uneven breaths.

“Fuck...”

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to erase the lingering feel of your lips, the soft sounds you’d made... and failing spectacularly.

How were you so calm? How did you just… walk away after that?

He dragged his hand down his face, exhaling shakily.

Then his gaze dropped instinctively to the uncomfortable feeling in his lap when he filt himself twitching painfully and horror washed over him. His entire body flushed hot at the sight of the tenting in his sweatpants.

No. No no no. He scrambled off the bed, panic seizing him.

"Shit," he hissed under his breath, frantically adjusting himself with no success. Every beat of his heart seemed to pulse downwards, making the situation worse. And to think, all you two did was kiss. Jongseob was mortified.

The sound of the kitchen tap running faintly down the hall spurred him into desperate action. He couldn't let you come back and see this.

With another strangled groan muffled into his hand, Jongseob practically lunged for his bathroom door, fumbling with the handle before stumbling inside and locking it behind him with a decisive click.

A few minutes later, when you returned with two waters, Jongseob stepped out trying to be as normal as possible, despite his messed up hair, red cheeks, and how he refused to make direct eye contact for more than half a second.

You didn’t notice a thing. You just plopped back on the bed and handed him a bottle. “Here!”

“Oh. Uh. Thanks.” His voice cracked.

The rest of the afternoon, you were perfectly normal. Laughing, talking, scrolling TikTok while he worked at his desk

And Jongseob?

He was dying. He definitely couldn't get any work done after all that, especially with you sitting right beside him. Especially when his thoughts just kept drifting back to you and your lips without fail.

Eventually you packed your bag and said, “Bye! I’ll see you tomorrow." You hugged him tight, your lips brushing his neck as you pulled him close, and he had to control the heavy sigh that wanted to escape him.

The door closed and he was left in silence.

He collapsed backwards on his bed, arm thrown over his eyes, trying to ward off all the indecent thoughts that forced their way into his mind.

He tried to convince himself that that was a normal reaction. Kissing was intimate. He was simply a man at the end of the day, who reacted normally.

It definitely wasn't because of you, definitely not because he liked you...

Jongseob swallowed hard, throat dry.

“I wouldn’t even want to do it again.” He whispered to himself.

Silence.

He closed his eyes, trying to think of literally anything. Just not about you, or your soft lips, or the little gasps and sounds that escaped you. Or how he wondered about what other noises he could draw out of you.

He definitely didn't want to think about what would happen if you guys continued, pushed a little further. Not about his lips trailing down your neck, his hands sliding high up your thighs. Maybe you would even ask him to teach you how to give a blowj-

His heartbeat thudded painfully loud.

The question sparked a heat low in your belly, though you were shocked. Slap him?

Before Intak, your sex life had been... fine. A little boring and predictable but alright.

Since being with him, he’d introduced you to a whole new world of pleasure. Nothing too extreme, but far from the vanilla you were used to.

Each new discovery had felt like uncovering a hidden layer within yourself, filled with surprising desires. You never thought you'd be into being the dominant one, but he brought it out of you so easily.

This, though? This was new territory.

You weren't opposed. Not exactly. But nervous? Absolutely. What if you hurt him? What if you did it wrong? What if it killed the mood, shattered this incredible connection you’d been building?

"Intak..." you started, your voice shaky.

He instantly softened, reaching out to gently cup your cheek. "Hey. No pressure. Seriously, none. If it freaks you out, forget I said it. It’s just... a thought." His thumb brushed your skin, his eyes earnest. "You never have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Ever."

His reassurance, the priority he placed on your comfort over his own desire, quelled some of your fears

You were overcome with a new determination to meet him in this strange, new place. You looked into his warm, expectant eyes and saw the flicker of hope he couldn't quite hide.

"No," you whispered, finding your voice again. "I... I want to try it."

His eyes widened, pure joy flooding his face. His lips curved into a dazzling, almost disbelieving smile that forced one onto your own.

He looked so happy, so utterly grateful, that in that moment, you knew you’d move mountains for him if he wanted you to. You’d never deny him anything that could put that light in his eyes.

He didn't mention the topic again.

But when you were alone, you researched. You watched endless videos, read forums filled with discussions about different techniques and angles and pressure. You were still nervous but now you were buzzing with anticipation, especially at the memory of his happy smile.

A week later, Intak lay sprawled beneath you on the bed, his dark eyes wide and fixed on you with adoration. His cock was buried deep inside you as your hips rolled in slow, deep circles that dragged your clit delicious against his base.

Then you lifted yourself almost entirely off, hovering for a second before sinking back down onto his length with a sharp gasp that mirrored his choked groan. You kept the rhythm, up and down, then grinding again as you used his body for your pleasure.

His mouth hung open, soft whines and breathy whimpers escaping him. His eyes were glued to the hypnotic bounce of your titts above him, hands gripping your waist, fingers digging in slightly with each deep thrust you took.

Then as you arched your back, bringing your chest closer to him, his hands slid upwards, fingers finding your nipple.

The added pleasure had you writhing above him. It wasn't unwelcome exactly, but right now, it felt like a distraction from where you were working his cock. You needed control and complete focus.

Fueled by the dominant energy, you brushed his hand away from your chest.

He whimpered when you thrusted down on him particularly hard—a sound of pure need—and his hand drifted back almost immediately, seeking the heat of your skin again.

Almost on instinct, after hours of research and studying, your left hand that was braced beside his head on the mattress, lifted.

In one swift motion, your palm connected sharply with the curve of his cheekbone and Intak’s head snapped sideways with the force, a gasp tearing from his throat.

Then, slowly, he turned his face back towards you as a slow, dumb smile spread across his lips, wide and blissful and slightly dazed. His eyes, when they met yours, were hazy with euphoria.

The sight of pain and pleasure on his face sent a jolt straight to your pussy as you clenched around his cock, a new wave of intense pleasure washing over you so powerfully it made your thighs tremble, drawing a shudder from your own lips.

He bit his lower lip, his gaze locked onto yours, dark and pleading and so needy. He wanted more.

Drunk on power and his surrender, you wrapped your hand firmly around his throat.

You used the grip as leverage, pulling yourself down onto him harder, fucking yourself onto his cock with a new intensity.

Beneath you, pinned by your hand and your body, Intak looked... transcendent almost. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before reopening, gazing up at you with a look full of worship, a contented sigh escaping his constricted throat.

He looked as if where he was, under your body and at your mercy as you rode him, was the only place in the entire universe he ever wanted to be.

You tightened your grip just slightly and his cock pulsed inside you, on the edge of release.

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You palmed him slowly as he inhaled, his head falling back against the couch, lips caught between his teeth to stifle a moan. You could feel him growing eager in your hand, right there in a room full of your friends. His arm came around your shoulders, his mouth at your ear, hot and heavy.

“Meet me in the bathroom, now.”

He disentangled himself, mumbling something about more snacks, and disappeared down the hall. You waited a few seconds, before slipping away from everyone distracted by the movie.

The bathroom door was unlocked so you slipped inside, and before it even clicked shut, he was on you.

Keeho pulled you into him as his lips met yours in a messy, desperate kiss, his tongue sweeping past your lips as his hands gripped your hips.

“You little freak,” he breathed between kisses. “Trying to get me off in front of all our friends? Hmm?”

“Can’t help it,” you gasped, arching into him. “You just look so good.”

He groaned at your words and smoothed a hand down your back and over the curve of your ass to press you firmly against the hard length straining in his sweats. A whimper tore from your throat at the delicious friction.

His finger was instantly on your lips, shushing you. His dark eyes searched yours, glittering with mischief. “Gotta be quiet, baby. The walls are thin. Can you be quiet for me?”

You nodded, eyes wide and eager. “Good girl,” he murmured against your lips, the praise sparking a fire low in your belly.

He turned you around, your back to his front, and pressed your ass against him again, grinding slowly. One of his hands slipped under your shirt, splaying possessively over your stomach, while the other dipped past the waistband of your pants, into your panties. You jolted as his fingers found you slick and ready.

“Fuck,” he hissed in your ear, kissing your shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin. “Look at you. Soaked. All while our friends are right out there.” He circled your clit, making your knees buckle.

He helped you push your pants and underwear down, kicking them aside with his own sweats. He bent you forward slightly, your hands braced on the edge of the vanity sink.

“Look,” he commanded, his voice thick as he smoothed a hand over your ass, then guided himself through your drenched folds, making you cry out softly. “Look in the mirror. Watch me take you. If you look away, I swear to god, I won’t let you come.”

Your eyes snapped to your reflection—flushed face, hazy eyes, him standing hungrily behind you. You nodded, breathless. “I’ll watch.”

“Good girl.”

He sank into you in one slow, devastating stroke, filling you completely. Your eyes stayed locked on the mirror, on the obscene sight of him buried inside you, his hands gripping your hips.

“That’s it,” he panted, his own gaze raking over the reflection, over where your bodies joined, over the bounce of your titts with each of his thrusts. “Holy shit, look at you. Pussy swallowing my cock.”

He moved you forward until you were leaning over the sink, then hooked one of your legs onto the counter, spreading you open wider. The angle was deeper and you watched as he pulled almost all the way out and slid back in, glistening with your arousal.

“Oh, god—Keeho!” The moan broke free before you could stop it.

His hand immediately clamped over your mouth, muffling the sound. “Shhh, I said quiet,” he growled, even though his cock twitched at the thought of someone discovering you two like this. He kept his hand there as he set a punishing rhythm, your babbled pleas and whimpers disappearing against his palm. “What was that? Begging for me? Begging to let you cum on my cock?”

You nodded frantically into his hand. His other hand slipped down, finding your clit again, rubbing tight, frantic circles that matched the pace of his thrusts. The dual sensations coiled the tension in your core to a breaking point.

“I’m gonna— ahh—” you whimpered against his fingers.

He bent you fully over the sink now, your breasts pressed to the cold porcelain, one hand braced on the mirror. His thrusts faltering with his own release. “Now. Come for me. Milk my cock, princess.”

The coil snapped. Your eyes rolled back as the orgasm rushed through you, your legs shaking violently as you clenched around him, a silent scream against his hand.

He followed your release and you felt the hot rush of his cum pumping deep inside you.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your tired breathing. Your body slumped fully against the sink and his forehead dropped between your shoulder blades.

Slowly, he pulled out. You both watched in the mirror, disoriented and spent, as his cum mixed with yours began to trickle down your thigh.

A sharp knock on the door made you both freeze.

Theo’s voice, loud and incredulous, pierced the haze. “Are you guys fucking in the bathroom?!”

Keeho’s eyes met yours in the mirror. A slow, wicked smile spread across his kiss-swollen lips. He leaned close, his whisper a warm caress against your ear. “Told you the walls were thin, baby.”

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