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Jisung was usually way too shy to do anything with you outside of the bedroom, but for some reason he really wanted to today. You planned to scene in one of their practice rooms, the one with soft flooring. You planned to keep it simple, a collar and a pair of handcuffs adoring his beautiful body. A heavy blush coating his cheeks in a gorgeous red hue.

You start by stroking his voluptuous thighs. His painfully hard cock visible through his way too tight jeans. He whines for your attention. Your hand ghosts over the outline of his cock. His hips stutter. Fingers press on his taint, that draws a long moan from his throat. He tilts his head back, glittery eyes heavily lidded, blinking up at you.

You bunch up his shirt so you can have access to his pretty tits. You tweak a hard nipple. The reactions you get are even greater than normal, the surroundings making him even more aroused. His toes curl when you lick a stripe up his abdomen. His helpless whimpers never fail to turn you on.

Before you can take off his pants, you hear a door open. The door you had supposedly locked. In the door opening stands Chris. He stills, eyes wide when he sees what’s happening. After your initial shock you stay calm and tell him to close the door.

“How about you give him a hand, Chris?” You ask him with a smile that’s way too innocent for the situation.

(Part 1)

As a friend turned live-in maid, life wasn’t easy for you. Having to navigate between all these gorgeous men, trying to stay professional and do your job while also maintaining your close friendship with the guys. Even though they have busy schedules, they don’t mind taking their time to hang out with you.

You were cleaning the shower when all of a sudden you heard someone come into the bathroom. The person must have not heard you over their loud music and started stripping right in front of the closed shower door. You were about to alarm the person of your presence when the shower door opened. You opened your mouth to say something but you couldn’t, the view in front of you took your breath away.

It was Baekhyun, your best friend. He was naked except for a beautiful red lace lingerie set. He gasped and jumped a little from the shock. The moment he realized what you saw him wear his cheeks grew red and he covered his body with his hands. He didn’t realize that it affected you in a different way than he thought.

“I-I’m so sorry, I thought I was alone” he said.

You shook your head, a smile on your face indicating that you weren’t upset, at all.

“It’s fine Baekhyun... you look really pretty by the way, so so pretty”

He blushed again, redness crawling up his neck.

“It’s embarrassing” he choked out

You quickly shook your head again, telling him how lovely he looked over and over again. You grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. He was tense, but you started rubbing his back, one of his weak spots. He visibly relaxed against you.

“It’s just me and you Baek, there’s no one else here. No need to feel embarrassed around me, you know that. You look gorgeous, I mean it”

He whined, burying his head into your shoulder, his warm cheeks against your neck. He turns restless, body moving against yours. You squeeze the back of his neck in order to calm him down but it has the opposite effect. He gets even more restless, trying to get closer to you if thats even possible. He whines again when you feel his ‘problem’ against your thigh. You smirk, filthy ideas running through your head.

You pull him backwards by his hair and grab his slim waist. Slender fingers pull at your shirt, fingertips brushing against your stomach, desperate to get it off. Looks like you’re not the only excited one. You laugh, helping Baekhyun to pull your shirt off. The rest of your clothes are next. His eyes widen like saucers, never expecting to be in this situation with you but loving it nonetheless.

You pull off his beautiful bralette, and unfortunately his pretty panties have to go too, but you have no regrets when you can finally fully look at his gorgeous naked body. Pretty pink nipples already hard and his pretty pink cock already dripping wet for you to touch.

You pull his hair again making him moan loudly. You push him up against the shower wall making him gasp, his mouth falling open at the sheer force of your fingers pressing into his waist. He whines, pleading for you to ‘just do something’. You dont appreciate the way he’s talking to you, so you turn him around and spank him hard. He cries out, multiple ‘oh fuck’s’ and ‘do it again, harder please’ leaving his mouth.

You spank him again, harder this time.

“Such a whore, begging for me to spank you harder. Who knew you were such a painslut huh Baekkie?”

“S-such a painslut for you, only for you” He whimpers.

You nibble at his earlobe, one hand playing with his tits and the other hand sliding in between his buttcheeks. He blushes furiously when your fingers graze his fluttering cunt, thumb just lightly pushing in and out when you feel no resistance. You smile, bringing your fingers to his lips for him to suck on, make them nice and wet for his pussy.

“Say Baek, have you fingered yourself before? I bet you have, my dirty boy. You’re so loose, what do you think about when you spread yourself open?” You say, pushing your fingers down the back of his throat, feeling the hotness constrict around the length of your fingers.

He chokes, moaning loudly. Your fingers pull out, and slide down his neck towards one of his nipples, twisting and pulling harshly. He almost comes then and there, the rough treatment something he’s been missing in his life.

“F-fuck I-I can’t, I can’t hnng” He almost cries.

You slap his thigh, nails lightly grazing his perineum. You bite his collar bone, leaving a blooming purple mark. He moans again, whining for you to ‘just take him’.

“You can and you will. Tell me if you do this to yourself or I will turn on the cold shower and put your pretty little dick right under there.” You threaten.

See-through tears spill down his cheeks, the embarrassment making his entire body heat up with pleasure, cock spilling more and more precum. You count down from three and he still hasn’t answered yet, so you turn on the cold shower and put his leaking cock right under the ice cold stream.

He recoils from your tight grip, but you won’t let him. He almost screams, hands gripping yours tightly. Once he gets used to the bite of the cold water, moans start to spill again. You kiss him, tongue exploring his mouth, lips sucking on his tongue. He whines, pulling you closer again. You tug at his still hard cock, making him thrust into your hand.

“G-gonna, oh fuck oh fuck, gonna c-cum” He groans.

Right before he’s able to come, your hand leaves his dick, a dry orgasm rippling through him like a fire. He screams, white spots dancing behind his eyes. You weave your hand through his hair, pulling his head into your chest. His warm tears a welcome contrast to the cold water. You comfort him until you only hear soft whimpers.

“Shh baby, it’s okay. You did so well, I’m so proud. You took your punishment like a good boy.” You say.

“M sorry I didn’t tell I f-fingered myself before, I was a b-brat” He stutters, a bit out of his mind.

You stroke his hair, turning on the warm shower. He moans, muscles relaxing. You pull him closer again, his hard-on still prominent against his stomach. Your hand travels lower, starting to jerk him off again. He almost screams, rutting against you with desperate movements.