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“Annyeong jagiya, you passed out not even 5 minutes into me driving, so I brought everyone else back, and then I dropped you off. I knew you wouldn’t want to dirty your sheets, which is why you are on top of your bedding. I hope you get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow

Saranghae, Your TaeTae”

You grin at how thoughtful this man is, and your heart swells with affection for him, warming you from head to toe. While snuggling into bed is tempting, you know that today, of all days, it would be a sin not to shower first.

You decide to pamper yourself and take your time shaving, moisturizing, and doing your full skincare routine before shuffling to bed and sighing contentedly into your cool sheets.

There is just one problem: you aren’t tired the least bit. You toss, turn, and try all your usual tricks to fall asleep, but nothing works.

Feeling sentimental, you pull on a hoodie over your pajamas and head over to the communal house one last time.

Typically, you never are this emotional, but the fact that you thought you would be apart from your Tae for this song brings tears to your eyes in gratefulness for the manager’s last-minute plan. Returning from poolside reminiscing, you hear a clattering, and your anxiety skyrockets!

Did someone break in while you were outside? Was there a rat? You pull a chair from outside in and raise it, ready to deal critical damage, when you see the origin of the sounds: your boyfriend.

After heavily exhaling in relief, you lightly punch him on the shoulder, “Aish pabo, what are you doing here?!” He just cocks an eyebrow, “I could ask you the same thing, which makes you a pabo, too, yeah?”.

You roll your eyes and defend yourself, “ I just couldn’t sleep and wanted to see this place one more time. What’s your excuse?”

A slight blush crosses his features, and he tries to claim the same reason, but you see right through it; “Kim Taehyung, do not lie to me. If that were true, you wouldn’t be clattering around the kitchen. The truth, now, please.”

Rubbing the back of his neck in the embarrassment of being caught, he admits, “Okay, Nari-ah, you caught me. I was hungry and had a craving for black bean noodles, so I came here, but it looks like they packed it all up already. The clattering you heard was me rummaging through everything to see if they had misplaced it or something. Happy now?”.

You cannot help but cackle, which only causes your hungry boy to pout. “They didn’t misplace it, jagi; you ate them all.” His eyes widened in shock and horror, “b...but when we got here, there were like 12 packs. There’s no way.”

You simply nod and smile warmly at him. “We all partook, but there were a few nights you were extra hungry or tipsy and wanted noodles with your tequila.”

He slumps down onto one of the chairs by the kitchen island, looking defeated, “Oh, I am the true pabo then. I just couldn’t sleep and thought that would help, but oh well.”

You sit on his right thigh and cup his face kissing him sweetly, “Well, for what it’s worth, you’re my true pabo, and I love you as you are.”

Grinning as he kisses you back, hand guiding the back of your head closer, he abruptly pulls away. Lifting you as he gets up and places you on the seat instead, he heads toward the door.

“Um, what are you doing, Tae?”. “Well, I figured since we are both night owls, we might as well have a snack, yeah? Stay here, and I’m going to grab snacks from the closest store.”

You find it odd because why not just take you with him and go back to the hotel, but you decide just to nod your head knowing that determined look on his face.

It takes about a half hour for him to return, but he does so with more energy than you’ve seen in over a week. Wordlessly, he picks you up and places you in the car; as he buckles your seatbelt for you, you place a hand over his. “Jagi, where are the snacks? Why am I in the car?”

He kisses your nose and says, “Don’t worry, babe, I got you. Just trust me.”

Ignoring the fact that neither of your questions got answered upon feeling the butterflies in your stomach flutter over him being this close to you and how secure you are with him, you grin and giggle, giving him a wink.

As you head down the road, you notice it looks a lot like the route to the restaurant. There’s a reason for that: it is.

Tae parks the car, sees your confused expression, places a finger to his lips, and goes around the car to take your hand and lead you with his other hand covering your eyes.

You smell vanilla and start to open your mouth to question what on earth he has done when he whispers into your ear, “Please just wait, jagiya, it’s a surprise.”

Once he has led you up the stairs, he instructs you to keep your eyes closed until he says otherwise, which you comply with.

After the longest 10 seconds of your life, you are allowed to open your eyes, and what a sight! Candles on every flat surface and there’s the softest array of thick comforters, blankets, and pillows where the chairs were just a few hours ago. All of that is second best to the view in front of you.

Your boyfriend is on one knee with the ring he knows you have been drooling over since he has known you and bought it even before being yours officially.

He isn’t sure whether it was his way of trying to manifest or just being sure that you got what you wanted, whether that was ever him or not.

Tears start to well up in your eyes again as you fully take in the scene and start to open your mouth to say, “I do,” but not before Tae puts up a hand to halt your action. He clears his throat, takes a deep breath, then says

“Nari, my life has been permanently altered for the better since you came into my life. The day we fell in the field, I knew you were special. I instantly fell for you but doubted you felt the same way, so I didn’t say anything until I almost lost you. I realized that day that strictly friendship was not an option. The idea of anyone else claiming they know you as well as I do got my mind blurry with rage. I bought this the first week I knew you once I saw how your eyes shone more dazzling than this jewel upon seeing it. I know it may be too soon, but I will wait my entire life for you jagiya. Nobody else will ever be able to compare to my brightest star. So, I humbly ask you, will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me, Nari-ah?”

Falling to your knees with tears streaming down your face as you wrap your arms around his neck, you look into his eyes with your forehead on his and mutter out, “Of course, I will, my prince!” in between ecstatic sobs.

You sit back on your knees as he points out every detail and, finally, the inscription saying, “My Star.” He then affixes the ring to your finger, and you admire it for a moment, then hug him with such force that he falls onto his back, holding you tightly with him.

You are both giggling with relief and how surreal this has all been for what feels like an hour, but it was only about 10 minutes. Once you have both caught your breath, you prop yourself up on his chest with the flames of the candles shimmering in the gem on your finger and ask, “How did you do all of this so quickly? What made you do this now? What if I hadn’t been at the house too?”

He explains that he had packed all of this stuff so you wouldn’t find it while he was gone because he wanted to propose once he got home, but once you showed up, his plan was seemingly at risk.

Upon seeing you at the house, the secondary plan was formulated in his mind. If you hadn’t been there, he would’ve brought everything back home and continued with his original plan.

For the next two hours, you both reminisce on all the last few months' memories and reflect on fate's craftiness. If either of you had been in another place that day in the field, he might have never met the love of his life, and you never landed your dream job.

After resting in his protective embrace, staring up at the stars through the glass ceiling, you finally feel at complete peace and are about to doze off. He notices this and points up, “Jagiya, what do you think of the view?”

You slightly shake yourself more conscious and answer, “I adore it! We can never see the stars this clearly at home.” Your brat mode kicks in, and you question him, “Do you see the stars now, or are you still blind?” (referencing his line in Airplane pt. 2).

He just smirks and shakes his head, “Aish, just wait until we are home. I’ll give you the attitude adjustment of your life. Especially now that you are officially mine forever, expect the events of the other day in the kitchen times 10, my good girl.”

Successfully rendering you speechless, he answers your query, “As for the stars, I barely notice them. You are the brightest star in my life and outshine the entire galaxy one-hundred-fold, my Nari Starry.”

You nuzzle into his chest, and he feels you smile against him, wishing he could freeze this moment forever. But not completely, as he cannot wait to see what the rest of his life with you will entail.

He can’t wait to tell the rest of the crew since they’ve known about his plan for weeks and have had to play it cool but have been rooting for you since you met them a month or so ago.

Feeling you drift off, he slightly nudges you awake and picks you up to place you in the car while he resets the dining room and packs the car with the enchanted scene.

He returns to your hotel room and decides he will get your car tomorrow. For now, he craves nothing more than to be snuggled up to his new fiancé.

As he settles in next to you, he kisses your temple tenderly and wraps his arm around your waist, placing his hand over yours. A few seconds pass, and he swears he just heard you giggle. Leaning in closer, he whispers, “Jagiya, are you dreaming?”

You squeak in surprise, thinking he was fast asleep, and try to ignore him and act asleep, but he knows you too well. He leans over your face and sees the huge smile on your face, poking your cheek and making you break character.

You roll onto your back, cackling, and this poor sleep-deprived boy is so confused, wondering if she should be worried about you or not.

You see his expression, assure him that you are fine, and settle yourself down, “I just have one question, jagi.” “Yes? What is it, my love?” “Since I am your fiancé now, does that mean I am promoted?” you burst into a giggle fit again, causing him to cock an eyebrow amusedly while nodding. “I guess you can say that my silly goose, but in Jinny’s Kitchen, you are still the greenest intern.”

Deeply chuckling, you shut him up, peppering his face with kisses until he grabs your chin and kisses you until you both nod off and pay no mind to the alarms that will be going off in about 3 hours.

He reassures you that he is fine and that you did nothing, even swearing it on Yeontan! Still, you know him better than he realizes and that doesn’t tame the worry in your heart.

The next week, you finally get the answer you have been asking for: he is leaving in 3 days to film a show in Mexico. How did you get this information from your guarded teddy bear? Tequila.

He had told you he was going to hang out with his friends Jung Yumi, Choi Wooshik, and Park Seo Joon after the gym and to not wait up as it had been a long time since he had seen them.

Well, you obviously didn’t listen and stayed up until he got home to make sure everything was all right and to sneak in a “hey” to his friends as they dropped him off after partaking in too many shots.

The second he plopped onto the couch, the waterworks started. Between sobs, he choked out the news that he feels like his life with you has just started.

He doesn’t want to leave you, but his manager already said that you couldn’t tag along but were more than welcome to visit him the last couple of days.

You sit there in a daze, rubbing his back while he cries into your shoulder and can’t believe that he has kept this from you. While you understand his reasoning, he knows about your separation anxiety.

You prefer to have a hefty heads-up before these types of things so you can slowly adjust. You’ll barely be past the depression about him leaving by the time he leaves.

Despite your annoyance at his strategy of information release, you do your best to postpone the depression and enjoy the next few days, helping him prepare and have as much fun as possible.

You know this is barely easier for him, and he has apologized profusely for not telling you sooner.

The day arrives for his departure, and you bring him to the airport and wish him and his friends safe travels with bleary eyes and continual “I love you’s” being exchanged between you.

You get home and cuddle up with Yeontan on the couch, feeling exhausted. Your emotions finally take over about 15 minutes later, and the waterworks are in full effect.

A while later, Tae shoots you a text that they have a brief layover before the next flight and that he already misses you and will call you as soon as he gets settled.

This only intensifies the tears, and it takes a miracle for you to settle down enough to pick up the phone about 5 minutes later when you see his manager calling your phone.

You answer immediately, asking if everything is okay, and he even further reassures you that they are fine and that he is about to tell you something confidential, not even to tell your boyfriend.

He apologized for saying that you couldn’t tag along before, but the decision wasn’t final yet. Your eyebrows are about to merge into one from being confusingly scrunched so much.

He explains that you will be leaving in 2 days to meet them in Mexico. A couple of episodes will already be shot, but he wants to surprise Tae (and the viewers) by having you join the crew.

He has already made accommodations for your heat sensitivity in advance, and everyone loves your relationship’s chemistry, so it would be an honor for you to guest star.

You think for a moment but decide not to live in fear and what if, and you agree! It is exceedingly difficult not to tell Tae the news when he calls that night, being the most pitiful puppy missing you so much and being homesick, but you can’t wait to see the look on his face when you spawn on set.

You arrive in Mexico a few days later at a nearby hotel so maintain the surprise and are given instructions on where to go, when, and given the Jinny’s Kitchen uniform.

It is tricky to Facetime Tae that night as you must make it look like you aren’t in the same time zone.

Luckily, he is exhausted, doesn’t suspect anything, and doesn’t even make a fuss about you ending the call earlier than usual because “you have an early photoshoot.”  

You drift off to sleep with the biggest grin on your face, knowing you get to be reunited with your boyfriend way ahead of schedule.

Bright and early the next morning, you arrive at the set, and the moment his eyes meet yours, he runs toward you like an excited puppy, lifts you, spins you around, and showers you with kisses until you both need oxygen.

Everyone on set can tell how much his energy shifts now that you are around and are impressed with your acting debut and how professional you are both being.

The viewers already know that you are together, but you both have jobs to do and can’t play around like when you cook at home.

After the first couple of days, he isn’t used to you in a negative way, but his cheeky side is peeking through now that the shock of you being there has lessened.

As the crew is doing the pre-shift interviews as all of you get ready for the day, he says, “Oh well, I am definitely not the intern now that Nari is here. I’ve been running this for 2-3 days before she got here. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that is cleared up.” He says with a sly grin.

This remark is because the day before, you had gotten playfully sassy when he was trying to show you how to do something. Your reply was, “Um, I’m sorry. I’m the chef at home, so I think I can handle myself just fine, pretty boy; go check on the table 4.” giggling as he walked away.

The workday starts, and Tae calls a team meeting, shocking the older members with his boldness. Once everyone is gathered, he brings up an issue with his boss, Seo Jin. “Hyung, now that Nari is here, I think that we need to reconfigure the hierarchy of this establishment.”

You sit in the corner and roll your eyes only for a moment before they bug out of your head as the older man agrees with Tae. As Wooshik arrived a day before you, that makes you the true intern and the one with the least authority.

The whole time Seo Jin is explaining this amongst the other's discussion, you are glaring at your boyfriend while he has his tongue poking the inside of his cheek the whole time, looking the cockiest he has in a hot minute. Which is highly arousing. You won’t lie, but you are still annoyed.

You head to the back and start to gather the equipment the team will need to prep the snack foods of the day; Tae follows you with the excuse that nobody can make better rice than him so that he will start it.

Despite his attempts to show affection or joke around, you ignore him, fighting a smile because he is just your goofball boy that you are madly in love with and aren’t upset.

Dropping off the tools to Yumi and Seo Joon first, you return to the kitchen for the remaining items needed for the day. Chuckling to yourself about the events of the day so far, you get spun around and pinned to the fridge in a split second.

Tae has both of your hands in one of his above your head, and his other hand caresses your cheek, “Oh jagiya, now it’s official that you must listen to me. But that won’t be a problem; we both know how well you take instruction from me, right?”

With a smirk at your speechlessness, he gives you quick pecks on the forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips and turns to assist the others in prepping the food.

You remain frozen with heat pooling in your stomach for the next several seconds before Yumi comes to gather veggies from the fridge for the rolls.

Noticing your wide eyes, still leaning up against the fridge, she asks, “Nari, are you all right? You hadn’t been seen in a while.” Returning to Earth, you nod, saying, “Sorry, there were a few dishes, then I got overheated, so I just leaned against here a moment.” She nods with a smile, “Glad you are feeling better; we all get hot and bothered in a kitchen, so do what you need to, yeah?”

As she walks away, you grin, knowing the real reason you were back there, and mumble to yourself, “You can say that again.”

The issue is that you and Tae were just agreeing not to do matching costumes and were brainstorming what options had been bouncing around in each other's brains when suddenly you stop dead in your tracks and make a slight squawking sound as soon as you lay your eyes on the car.

Tae cannot ignore this change in demeanor, so he just stops and tilts his head, looking at you amused, “Nari, are you okay over there?” then extends his hand towards you so he can get you walking again. Blushing like crazy now, you simply nod and bite your lower lip discreetly. Unfortunately for you, he once again isn’t oblivious.

Slightly grinning, he asks, “jagiya, what is going on with you, huh? You can tell me anything.” Approaching the bus stop, you try to walk ahead and attempt to seem as though you didn’t hear him. He just lifts you from behind and leaves your limbs dangling humiliatingly as you pout. You promise to answer his question if he lets you down first.

He does, and you reveal, “All right, Curious George, I love Corvettes and have thought they were an alluring vehicle since I was a teenager. Then you had to go and shove your sexy hand in my face, and I started picturing you in something like that, and yeah… I know it’s silly, okay. You are happy now?”

You inquire with your arms crossed and the most severe pout he has ever seen you display. He cocks an eyebrow and nods to your question right as the bus arrives and leaves the subject alone after your admission.

About a week later, he picks you up in his company car so you can arrive in style at the Hybe Halloween party together. When you close the door and get a good look at your boyfriend, you fight the urge to let your jaw drop. He explains that he went for a modern zookeeper from Curious George.

He is dressed in black slacks, his most excellent pair of Celine boots, a muted mustard turtleneck, and a black suit jacket. He looks like a very enticing bee, which is ironic, seeing how you chose Poison Ivy as your costume and would love nothing more than for him to pollinate you.

Did you just phrase it like that? Yes, you did, and you would dare any Tae stan to behave saner if they were in your shoes right now! Not that you are complaining; however, the want to abandon the party and small talk to go fuck your man is the strongest that it has ever been.

When you enter the party, you are like magnets, with all your friends flocking to you to gush over how good you two look. Tae tells everyone that he is your personal guard bee to keep the real meaning behind his costume private.

About 2 hours pass, and not only is your mind heavily preoccupied with Tae-centric filth, but you are also getting a little chilly. This isn’t like you, but suddenly, the weather outside lowers dramatically; this leads you to find your boyfriend to see if you can borrow his jacket.

You feel bad for interrupting his conversation with Beomgyu. Still, before you can, he reads your expression, excuses himself, and guides you to a side room to see what’s wrong.

You blush at all the avenues your imagination went down and have considered telling him about your horny state to get you warmed up another way but decide against it.

He tilts your chin up and asks, “Jagiya, are you all right? Feeling okay?” you smile at the physical contact and the warmth of his words; “Yeah, I’m fine. I was going to come and see if I could borrow your jacket since I'm freezing now, but it looks like you lost it, so never mind...

A look of relief washes over his face, "Oh, I didn't lose it. I got warm and put it in the car so I wouldn't have to carry or misplace it. Let's grab it quick! First, I have a  question."

You wonder what is about to come from this man's mouth, but you prepare yourself and then go, "All right, monkey man, what's up?”. His gaze darkens as he wraps a hand around your neck, eliciting an involuntary moan from your throat.

He chuckled and said, “I got my answer. I thought I saw desire in your eyes when I lifted your chin earlier, and that heavenly noise just confirmed it. Sure, you want to go to the car Nari-a? I could warm you up right here and make you stay quiet.”

With that, he teases your hardened nipples through your costume, swallowing your mewls with passionate kisses until he feels himself get stiffer and decides that the car plan is still happening.

Not for any reason other than he doesn’t want to share your sounds with everyone, as much as it’d be fun to see you squirm to be silent.

Slowly circling your clit with his deft fingers, he tells you as much and removes his fingers from your throbbing clit right as your first orgasm is about to overtake you, “Aw is my little slut upset that she didn’t get to cum? Maybe she shouldn’t put on display what’s mine in front of all these people yeah?”.

You pout but aren’t allowed a moment to question him before he drags you out of there, saying that you two just need some fresh air.

He guides you to a car, but you are confused since it differs from the one you arrived in. Expressing this to Tae, he just smirks, “Don’t worry, one of my other drivers dropped it off earlier as our return car. Thought it would be a nice surprise for my princess.”

You blush under the moonlight as you recognize the car; he had the Corvette you had seen the other day recreated for his personal use; you knew you were in for an incredibly memorable night.

Practically pushing you into the car, Tae swiftly enters his seat and, with even more vigor, pushes your newest pair of cute underwear to the side and rams two of his nimble fingers into your already sopping cunt.

Your back arches with intense pleasure, and he takes this opportunity to teasingly swirl his skilled tongue around your hardened nipple. At the same time, his fingers are busy pumping into you insanely fast.

A couple of minutes pass, and there are numerous hickeys along your neck, collarbone, and breasts, but you couldn't care less. It feels sinful to indulge in these acts on the side of the road where any of your mutual friends or colleagues could walk by and tell what was happening inside the car.

However, Tae's only goal seems to be making you as loud as possible in the confined space. He seems enticed by the possibility of getting caught, "Scream for me, flower, let them hear how good I make you feel." only confirms that idea.

Immediately following this statement, he alternates between flicking his tongue upward on the underside of your nipple at a rapid pace and sucking on it, his lustful hums reverberating throughout your chest, making the both of you go wild.

Right before he can tell that your climax is about to hit, he releases your breast with a pop. He abruptly removes his digits, instantly buckling both of you in and putting the car in drive.

Whining at the ruined orgasm and loss of feeling full, you try to ask him why he did such things. He is attempting to focus on the road, which is not an easy task given that the smell of your arousal fills the car while your tits are still on display.

Through gritted teeth, he explains that he needs to get you home so that you can cum on his strained cock in the privacy of your own home. Just his admission alone makes you breathily moan his name and rub your thighs together, trying to hold off from your own release until then.

Redirecting your energy, you timidly reach over and run your hand down his length, causing a hiss to escape his mouth, “Jagiya, are you trying to make me wreck? At least warn me first!”. You slightly pout, worried that you upset him, plus the element of surprise turns you on, and you thought he would be the same. That is, until you see his tongue press the inside of his cheek and know you are on the right track.

You cheekily grin and announce, “Okay, jagi, I’m going to free your cock.” He gulps and nods, trusting your instincts. Painfully slow, you unzip his pants, undo the button, and pull his boxers down just enough to cause his dick to spring out.

His precum glistens in the traffic lights, turning your tongue into a magnet. It's a good thing there happened to be a red light at that exact moment in time!

Giving his cock a few pumps, you tease his slit with your thumb for a couple of moments, then get to work sliding your tongue from the tip to the base and back up until he has no choice but to fill your mouth with his release.

You had no warning but nevertheless took it like a star and swallowed every last drop clean, wiping the corner of your mouth coyly with your thumb before sucking it.

Tae has no choice but to growl at how sexy that just was and how enticing you are at this moment. So, without warning, he reaches over and circles your still tight bundle of nerves with his thumb, causing you to almost immediately squirt all over the seat cumming four times in a row.

Subsequently, you begin apologizing and offering to pay to clean the interior no matter how much it costs. While the whole endeavor was powerfully erotic, you hate that you possibly ruined this thoughtful surprise.

He just shakes his head and pats your knee, readjusting your flowers so that you can exit the car without giving anyone nearby a show, as you are practically naked.

Carrying you bridal style into the house, he reassures you that everything is all right, “Nari-a, that was damn near the sexiest thing I have ever experienced. There is a high-end car detailing person that all of us idol types use that will clean it up like it is brand new.

"Why would it matter if they couldn’t, and our sins were embedded into the seat threads for eternity? You know what they say: the devil is in the details, and if "the devil" caused tonight's events, I need to buy him a drink."

He bolts up to your side holding your face in his hands, “Oh never y/n, I was just thinking about all the good times we have had especially in the past year, and was just curious since the big day is coming up you know? It’s fine if not, I just wanted to ask you know?”.

You think for a bit and then blush, which he notices immediately! “What did you just think of y/n? Please tell me…”

You realize there’s no getting out of this, so after a deep sigh, you admit, “I was just thinking about this thing I’ve never tried because I haven’t trusted anyone enough, but I don’t know if you’d be into it….how do you feel about um…wax play?”.

His cheeks instantly flush, and his eyes widen as they scan the floor, "Well, I've never done it either, but it has always intrigued me. I'm down to try it if you want to, I swear! I'll do research and make it the best first experience for you, y/n!" You grin and mumble an okay, saying how sweet he is, then decide to turn the tables.

Smiling mischievously, you look at your boyfriend, "So, what about you? Anything you'd want to try? Don't you dare just pull a 'same' because of the wax thing either.".

He bites his lip and can tell there's no escaping your inquiry, so he divulges something he has never told anyone, “Well, y/n, I’m like you, and I want to see what the other end of the scale is like. Sorry, I worded that weirdly, *takes a deep breath* okay basically I want to role switch and try being the bottom.”

You can’t hold back the instant fast blinks at his admission. He had known you were a switch for years, but once you started dating, he always took the dom role, which was fine! However, admittedly, the itch to top had been gnawing at you for months now, but you weren’t sure how that conversation would go.

Trying not to show how eager you are, you clear your throat and utter, "That'd be fine with me as well." He cocks an eyebrow at your formality but shrugs, and you both start researching your respective subjects to be ready in 2 weeks.

It's the big night, and the sexual tension is through the roof! Your monthly anniversaries all felt like rehearsals for the concert that was going to be tonight. You had decided to subtly display your dominance by cooking dinner and not allowing him in the kitchen until you were done.

Partially because you genuinely didn’t want him to try to help you and because you wanted to hold off on anything sexual until later so that your body and mind would be hyper-aware and sensitive; plus, it was fun seeing him get all whiney, and needy wanting to be close to you.

Both of you must have set some kind of record for the fastest meal eaten that night, digestion be damned! Since you cooked, he jumps up and calls dibs on taking care of dishes and the kitchen; he doesn't get far before you drag him away from the mess and to the bedroom.

He tries to protest due to attempting to not make chores for your future selves, who he is positive will be worn out tomorrow. He is unsuccessful, as seeing you so authoritative turns him on immensely, and he is curious to see what this side of you has in store for him.

As soon as you enter the bedroom, you push him onto the bed and straddle his lap, relentlessly grinding yourself against his already-growing erection. Amid the sloppy makeout session, you are busy undoing the buttons of his shirt and removing it while forbidding him to start the same process on your clothes.

Naturally, he isn't too thrilled at this proposition and begins to express this sentiment when you swiftly encompass his throat with your hand, "Tsk tsk, already trying to fight with Mistress, are we? Oh, I'll fix that."

His eyes roll back in his head at the lack of oxygen; he looks sheepish, aware of the new kink you have uncovered, then looks back at you, slightly amused, “So is that what you want me to call you? Mistress?”

You let out a sexily villainous chuckle as you cock an eyebrow saying, “I mean, only if I make you feel good, do I make you feel good, jagi?” followed by his bottom lip being tugged by your teeth as you play with his balls through his pants and a breathy “Oh fuck y/n, I mean Mistress, you make me feel so good already…damn!”

You pat his cheek with a coy. "I thought so." then make quick work of removing his dress slacks and underwear, making him fully exposed to you while your outfit is still wholly intact.

He reaches forward, making the incorrect assumption that it is your turn to get disrobed, but not for long; in the blink of an eye, you have his arms behind him in leather cuffs and have instructed him to get on his knees.

He does so with an urgency that makes you regret not flipping the script sooner as you exit the room for a moment. You return with the best blindfold on the market and affix it over his eyes, warning him not to try anything, or he will be his own downfall. While unsure of what that entails, he nods eagerly to find out.

After guaranteeing that he cannot see, you silently undress fully, then lay your hands on top of his shoulders to maintain enough distance for him to stay unaware of your lack of clothing to leave a trail of teasingly light kisses from his earlobe down to his throbbing member.

You spend a few minutes teasing his balls, then proceed to, without warning, spit on his cock and your hand, then start giving a devastatingly passionate handjob enjoying how he is squirming this early.

As soon as you can tell he is about to cum, you completely cut physical contact causing him to whimper your name, begging you not to stop. "Ugh, fine, I guess I'll continue since you sound so cute begging for my touch, you needy boy." You roll your eyes, too lost in the moment to realize how silly you must look, but you frankly don't care.

Not a moment later, your lips are wrapped around his cock, alternating paces to drive his climax away as it approaches. You are fully immersed in your power trip, going so far as to circle his slit full of precum as you drag your tongue down his full length and suck on his balls.

Sitting up on your knees, about to rid him of his restraints, you see a tear slide under the blindfold from the delicious overstimulation he is undergoing. "Mistress, I felt the weight shift. Are you setting me free yet? I need to cum or touch you or something. This is unbearable!"

You stifle a giggle and say, "Almost, my sweet, you're being so good. Don't ruin this, all right?" he sniffles but gives a weak nod, signaling the go-ahead.

You reach inside your dresser drawer to retrieve the finger vibrator you use to play with yourself occasionally, but wait until you are right next to him to turn it on, making him jump and almost topple over.

Biting your knuckles to refrain from laughing, you place it on his nipple while fondling his balls, and your tongue circles the head of his sensitive cock; you revel in the almost immediate ear-splitting moans that are coming out of his mouth and bring him to the brink thrice before you give him the good news.

He is almost screaming, babbling a slurry of expletives with ‘Mistress’ amongst them. You can tell he will burst at any moment with your approval or not, so you ramp everything up to an 11 and let his dick out of your mouth just long enough to tell him, "Go ahead, little prince, give Mistress all of your cum. NOW!".

He does so almost before your sentence is complete, and so you decide to give him a treat; you pump his leaking cock with your hand while you remove just the blindfold with your other hand. The millisecond he sees you reenacting what you were doing this whole time, he cums harder than the first time at your lush figure being so sinful yet so in control.

Seeing his eyes go in and out of focus, you give him a quick peck on the lips and go to undo the cuffs so that he can rest for a moment. Before you can blink, he has you caged between his muscular thighs and is tying you to the bed with the under-mattress restraint system that he bought as a surprise and is thankful you didn't use it on him.

Your eyes immediately show confusion, “Wait- how- but you looked like you were about to faint!” He wraps your ponytail around his hand, making you arch against the bed, and leans in closer to whisper against your ear, “Oh, you did a wonderful job being ‘Mistress’ as I’m sure you could tell, and yes, I still am quite lightheaded and short of breath. However, seeing you in that position made me want to ruin you that much more and return the amount of pleasure that you gave me. At least give it an honest try…” he says while looking down, blushing.

Before he leaves the room to prep the wax materials, he inserts a butt plug and a vibrating mini dildo into your already wet pussy, your lips already moist from getting off on being in charge. He wasn't kidding when he said he would do his research two weeks ago; every spare minute, he has been looking up tips and specific ways to make it exquisite for someone with heat sensitivity.

About 5 agonizing minutes later, he reenters the room, having slipped on a pair of basketball shorts for safety reasons (I mean, a burnt dick doesn't sound fun, does it?). The eager lust is apparent in his eyes from a mile away before he even kisses you.

He says he chose soy wax because it burns at a lower temperature and will start dripping from high enough up that by the time it hits your body, it will be somewhat cooling but warm enough to still give you the sensations you crave. "Aw Jimin-ssi, you are so considerate! I appreciate you giving me a heads-up about everything, but please just touch me. I've been aching since I started sucking you off."

Giving a dark chuckle, he kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your mouth before starting to drip the wax all along your tits, being careful to look for any discomfort in your face. He can't find any but definitely takes note of the mini moans that escape your lips every time the wax makes contact with your skin, leaving goosebumps of pleasure in its wake.

Drizzling the wax in a zigzag pattern from your neck down to the top of your cunt, your breathing becomes more erratic, and you beg for him to touch you. He thinks about hesitating, giving you a taste of your own medicine and all; lucky for you, you look too helpless and sexy for him to refrain from accommodating your pleas.

With the wax still dripping down the sides of your folds, he abruptly inserts two of his fingers into your pussy, causing your entire body to come up off the bed and you to yell out his name. Maintaining a steady pace, he flicks your nipples that have wax already drying on them, and the extra friction makes your first orgasm approach double time!

Repositioning his hand so that his thumb is circling your clit, pinky holding the plug in place, and inserting a third finger into your pussy, he spits over the wax that has molded to your tits and neck, making you squirt all over him for the first time in this relationship.

You are still seeing stars, but your slutty sense kicks in, and even though your body is still trying to recover, the words, “I need you inside of me, luv, prettiest please I need Sir’s delicious cock…” have left your mouth and you blush at how easily that phrase left you.

He smirks and swiftly lines himself up with your entrance, teases your clit and arousal-soaked cunt with his tip, and rams into you with little warning as he enjoys your expression every time he bottoms out into you from the jump.

When he can tell that you are both about to reach your next climax, (y’all have both lost count at this point), he reaches over to the bedside table and drips long strings of wax over both of your bodies, the sensations helping you both ride out your orgasms with the most intense aftershocks either of you have experienced.

Once the pair of you have caught their breath, he removes his dick from your cunt, the plug from your ass, and the restraints from your limbs, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you into the bathroom so that you can get washed up before going into bed.

He treats you like a newborn babe, gently washing you head to toe, then letting you sit in the shower as he washes up as you can barely stand at this point, and he likes your company, so it's a win-win.

Once you are both in comfy clothes, he carries you into the bed he freshly made as you were getting dressed. Right before he enters dreamland, you smile as your thumb rubs against the back of his hand that is wrapped around your waist and say, "I'm so glad you asked your question two weeks ago, my love. Same time next year?".