lena.

jisung closed the remaining distance between you in two long strides, trapping you effortlessly against the doorframe with a hand flat on the wood right beside your head.

he leaned in close, his hot breath smelling faintly of dark roast coffee, dark eyes scanning your face with a desperate sort of hunger.

“i spent six hours standing out in that miserable sun,” he whispered, his voice dropping into a ragged, needy register. “and all i could think about during every single agonizing second of it was coming straight back here to get my hands on you.”

“is that so, officer?” you murmured, tilting your chin up with a slow, wicked smile, letting your fingers drift lazily up to tangle in the messy strands at the nape of his neck. “let's see you put your money where your mouth is, then.”

that was all he needed to hear after a busy, crappy day.

his mouth crashed down onto yours with a sloppy desperation, dragging you instantly out of the narrow hallway and backward toward the bedroom, trading bitter complaints for breathless, open-mouthed friction.

the blur of stumbling steps and frantic hands lasted only a heartbeat before you collided with the mattress, the old springs groaning softly under your combined weight.

he tumbled backward onto the rumpled sheets with you right on top of him, but even as his back hit the bed, his grip on your waist didn't loosen for a single second. you straddled his hips instantly, pinning him down with a breathless laugh as his hands scrambled eagerly over your ribs, bunching up your shirt and pulling you flush against his chest.

“slow down, officer, you’re going to rip my shirt,” you teased, though your own fingers were already at work, hooked into the stiff collar of his uniform.

jisung let out a low, shaky whine, his head tossing back against the pillows. “don’t care. tear it. take it all off, baby, i need- fuck, i need you.”

you didn't waste another second. with a sharp, impatient yank, your fingers worked down the row of buttons, popping them free one by one until the dark blue fabric parted entirely, exposing the hot, sweat-slicked expanse of his chest.

the silver badge still dangled absurdly from the crooked pocket, catching the dim bedroom light before you impatiently unclipped it with a sharp jerk and tossed it aside onto the floorboards.

his hips hitched upward, chasing your touch, his breath coming in hot, ragged gasps as you leaned down to drag a trail of open-mouthed kisses across his collarbone.

“and this,” you murmured against his skin, sliding your hand down to the heavy leather wrapped around his waist, “is just getting in the way.”

you hooked your fingers under the buckle, unlatching it with a crisp click before ripping the belt free from the loops with one fluid motion. with a flick of your wrist, you tossed it over the edge of the bed, hearing it hit the wood with a dull, heavy thud.

jisung’s eyes fluttered shut, his whole body trembling under your hands as the last barriers of his uniform fell away, leaving him completely exposed, unraveled, and entirely at your mercy.

his shirt gaped open down the front, the badge still hanging askew from the pocket. his dark hair stuck up where your fingers have been, his mouth swollen and spit-shiny, his lower lip bruised a darker shade of pink from how hard you've been biting it.

you were straddling his lap on the mattress, your knees digging into the sheets on either side of his hips, the thick, heavy ridge of his cock grinding up against you through the open fly of his uniform pants and the thin, soaked strip of your panties.

he sobbed straight into your mouth, a broken, wet sound. his hands were roaming unsteady against your bare ribs, his thumbs dragging frantically under the band of your bra like he couldn’t decide whether to strip you bare or just press himself deeper into your skin.

every time you rolled your hips down, the hard length of him slid along your cunt through the damp cotton, wringing a high, desperate whine from his throat that hitched straight against your tongue.

"please-" he begged, the word smearing between frantic kisses. "please, fuck, i need- i need to be inside you, i can't- baby, please-"

you fisted a hand in his hair and jerked his head back, watching him swallow hard against the sudden jolt. you bite down squarely into the soft skin right under the jaw, feel him shudder violently enough that his cock twitched against you through the fabric. another pathetic whine leaked out of him as his hips jerked up on pure instinct, chasing more friction.

with a slow, wicked smile, you settled your weight down heavier, denying him the rhythm he was dying for.

"look at you," you murmured against his neck, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss over the fading mark. "came home stressed out of your mind and now you're already whining for it."

"i'm not-" he panted, a dark frown twisting his face, his eyes wet at the corners. you just let out a low, mocking chuckle.

when you ground down slow and mean, the blunt head of his cock caught right on the soaked crotch of your underwear, and he chokes on a raw sob, his eyes flying wide, his jaw hanging slack as he fights to pull air into his lungs.

"fuck- fuck, please, i need to fuck you, i need it so bad, just let me-"

your free hand slid down the open panels of his shirt, trailing lazily over his hot, sweat-slick stomach. you could feel the muscle jumping beneath your palm every time he sucked in a shaky breath, the dark line of hair disappearing below his navel slicked with moisture.

flashing him a sharp, teasing grin, you dragged your fingernails lightly across his skin, and he jolted, his fingers digging deep into your lower back through your shirt.

you kissed him again, deep and filthy, the wet smack of it echoing loudly in the quiet bedroom. every time he tried to take control, he failed miserably, his mouth going completely slack the second you rocked your hips.

you yanked his hair harder, biting down his lower lip until he whimpered. a simple sequence that unraveled him entirely: suck, release, bite the corner.

his hands slid down to grip your ass, squizzing hard in a desperate bid to drag you flush against him. you let him grind up into you for a few long, agonizing rolls, letting the thick, trapped shape of him rub your clit through the wet panties until he was shaking beneath you, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"please," he panted against your mouth, entirely undone. "i can't take it, i'm so hard it hurts, just- just let me put it in, i'll be good… i'll be so fucking good."

you shove him flat onto his back and he yielded instantly, his hands still clinging to your waist like a lifeline. you rose up on his thighs just long enough to shove your underwear aside and free his heavy cock from the open pants.

he was flushed dark red from root to tip, leaking precum that pooled heavily in the cooler air. the second your fingers wrapped around his shaft, he sobbed out loud, his hips bucking upward into your fist in a blind, instinctual prayer.

"so sensitive already," you murmured, amused. you stroked once, agonizingly slow from base to tip, your thumb smearing the wetness over the heavy head until his thighs jumped. "poor little thing."

"baby, don’t- please…"

you rose higher on your knees, lined him up, and dragged the blunt head of his cock straight through your dripping folds. you didn’t push inside, keeping it strictly as torment. you slid it up over your clit before dragging it back down until the tip caught at your entrance, holding it right at the threshold so he could feel the radiating heat without the relief.

his entire body locked up, a raw, broken sound ripping straight out of his chest.

"oh my god- oh my fucking god-” he panted, biting down hard on his lip. “put it in, please put it in, i need it, i need your cunt so bad…"

you rolled the head against yourself again, letting him feel how slick and swollen you were. his cock twitched in your hand every time the tip brushed against your hole, and actual tears spilled over his lashes when you denied him another second.

he buried his face deep into the pillow, letting out a high, ragged whine as his fingers clawed helplessly at your thighs. he couldn’t handle another beat of this. he genuinely felt like he was losing his mind.

"beg better, sweetheart," you rolled the words across your tongue, savoring every syllable.

"please, baby,” his voice cracked down the middle. “i'll do anything, i need to feel you… i've been hard since i walked in, i'm going crazy, just- just sit on it, fuck, please sit on my dick-"

with a sweet, innocent smile, your eyes locked onto his as you sank down slowly. his breath hitched permanently in his lungs. you watched his eyes roll back into his head, his jaw dropping on a silent cry. the stretch was thick and immediate, jisung filling you completely in one long, unbroken slide until your ass met his hips and he was buried straight to the base.

his hands flew back to your hips, gripping hard enough to bruise the skin. you could feel him throbbing violently inside you, already twitching on the verge of ruin.

"fuck- fuckfuckfuck-" he was openly sobbing now, little broken hitches leaving him. "you're so wet, so tight- i can't- baby, i'm already-"

and you didn’t let him finish his sentence when you started to move above him.

you planted both hands flat on his open shirt, right over the sweat-slick plane of his chest, and started riding him hard. deep, punishing drops with your hips snapping into his.

the wet, obscene slap of skin filled the room. every time you bottomed out, he let out a punched-out, needy sound, his cock kicking deep inside you like he was one thrust away from losing it.

and maybe he was.

"good boy," you told him, voice low and steady while he fell apart under you. "taking it so well."

"baby, s’too much- i'm gonna- fuck, i'm gonna come-" he whimpered, his eyes glassy, sweat plastering his hair to his temples. "it's too good, god… i need to come."

"no," you said firmly, your dilated pupils locking onto his wet gaze.

you didn't slow down. if anything, you ground harder on the downstroke, rolling your hips in tight circles so he scraped against every oversensitive nerve.

"not yet. you don't get to come yet. we haven't even gotten to the main event."

"i can't hold it-" he cried out, whimpering with every single thrust, his fingers digging into your flesh. "i'm too fucking close, you're gonna make me-"

"hold it," your commanded, tone unyielding. "be good for me, jisung. i know you can take it. just a little longer- fuck, do you feel how deep you are?"

he nodded frantically, then shook his head, then nodded again, completely gone, past the point of comprehending words.

his cock was iron-hard and twitching constantly inside you. every brutal roll of your hips wrung another sob from his throat, each one sharper than the last.

the uniform pants were still tangled around his thighs, his shirt wide open, the cold metal of the badge pressing against your wrist when you leaned forward to ghost a few light pecks over his lips. you rode him right through it, using him ruthlessly, watching his face contort every time you slammed down.

"baby…" he panted, a ghost of a word. "i swear i can't, i'm coming, i'm-"

"don't you dare-"

but he shattered anyway.

his entire body seized. a wrecked, high-pitched sob tore from his throat as he came, his cock pulsing hard inside you, flooding you in thick, hot spurts while he whimpered and shook, still trying to choke out apologies through the haze.

"i'm sorry- i'm sorry, i couldn't- fuck- ah-" his hips jerked helplessly upward into you, riding out every aftershock, eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open and wet.

you didn’t get off him. you stayed seated deep inside him, still clenching around his oversensitive length while he twitched and gasped for air. his hands went boneless on your hips, panting like he’d sprinted a marathon, his chest heaving under the open shirt as a dazed, wrecked smile tried and failed to stay on his face.

without losing a single second, you reached across the mattress, a victorious smile pulling at your lips when your fingers brushed cold metal.

the handcuffs were right where you’d left them earlier. the standard-issue pair he’d conveniently ‘forgotten’ on the nightstand. you picked them up by the chain and dangled them right in front of his face.

the soft, metallic clink made his eyes snap into focus, his breath stuttering in his chest. jisung’s shaky smile widened, ruined and starving all at once.

"oh-" he swallowed hard, still inside you, still so hypersensitive that the minor shift of your weight made him whimper. "yeah. yeah, okay… please, cuff me."

"hands above your head, darling," you commanded, winking at him.

he offered them without a single hesitation, wrists crossing above his head against the pillow, still breathing hard, still wearing that trembling post-orgasm grin like you hung the stars.

you clicked the cuffs shut around both wrists, the metal kissing his skin with a sharp, final snap. he tested them once with a weak tug, and the soft rattle sent a shudder straight through both of you. you could feel his softening cock twitching inside you at the sound.

"good boy," you whispered, watching his entire expression go soft and utterly wrecked at the praise. "look at you, cuffed in your own gear. still buried in me after coming without permission."

"i tried-" he pouted, his voice shredded. "i tried so hard, but… you felt too good. i'm sorry. i'll be better. just- please use me, i can take it, i want it-"

a wide, pleased smile bloomed across your face. you leaned forward to kiss him deep, swallowing his whines and pleas before biting down hard on his lower lip until he sobbed.

after that, you started moving again. more possessive, heavier, harder than before. there was no build up this time, just the wet, filthy slide of his cock through the mess he’d just left inside you, your hips snapping down to take him deep on every single stroke.

he was agonizingly oversensitive, and it showed. his back arched hard off the mattress with every movement, his cuffed wrists straining against the pillows as he fought a losing battle against his own nerves.

a raw, broken whine tore from his throat, his eyes rolling back before he forced the open just to keep looking at you.

"ah- oh, fuck- s’too much-" he sobbed out almost instantly, fresh tears spilling over his lashes, his thighs trembling beneath yours. "baby- oh my god-"

"you can take it," you murmured, leaning down to brace a hand flat on his chest, grinding in tight circles that made his cock drag against every swollen inch. "you're doing so good. such a good boy for me."

"p-please…" he begged, though he didn’t even know what he was asking for anymore, his hips twitching up blindly into your weight. the cuffs clinked as he tried to reach for you. "i need to come again, it hurts so good, please let me fill you up-"

you didn't slow your pace at all. you drove him straight through the overstimulation until he was nothing but a mess of noise under you. whines, sobs, broken half-words, your name slipping from his lips like a desperate prayer.

sweat gleamed heavily on his throat, right over the open V of his uniform shirt. his cock stayed hard inside you, twitching constantly, the first round barely taking the edge off his relentless sensitivity. every time you slammed down, he let out a punched, animal sound, his eyelids fluttering.

"look at me, jisung,” your voice was sharp, steady. a satisfied smile curved your lips when he obeyed, staring up at you through wet lashes. “you don't come until i give you permission. understood?"

"yes- yes, i understand. i'll be good for you, i'll wait, just- fuck- please don't stop…"

you fucked him harder for that, falling into a brutal, punishing rhythm that made you shudder as your own climax began to loom at the edge of your mind. the wet sound of his cum and your slick slapped against the frame, filling the bedroom entirely.

his cuffed wrists strained above his head, his stomach muscles tightening hard under your palm every single time you bottomed out. praise spilled from your lips between ragged breaths, and every scrap of it made him clench and sob harder.

“love you," he choked out, suddenly and completely wrecked. "love you so much, you're so- fuck- you're so good to me… can't hold it, let me come inside you, please i need it-"

you lasted a few more deep, grinding strokes before you felt him throbbing violently, right on the absolute edge, his whole body drawn taut like a wire beneath you. his face was soaked, his mouth open on a continuous stream of broken sounds.

"come," you whispered. "come for me, sweetheart. fill me up like the good boy you are."

he shattered completely at your words, the second orgasm hitting him twice as hard as the first.

his entire body locked rigid, cuffed hands fisting tightly in the air above the pillow as a raw, ugly sob ripped from his throat. he came in thick, heavy pulses deep inside you, his cock jerking hard with every spurt while he whimpered and shook, trying frantically to mouth your name.

his eyes rolled back, his thighs quaking. you rode him through every last dying pulse, slow and deep, milking him until he was twitching and hypersensitive, making soft, pathetic little sounds with every breath.

when it finally eases, he went boneless under you, chest heaving, his tears drying slowly against his temples. jisung stayed buried inside you, soft and thoroughly spent, his muscles twitching with residual aftershocks.

"i love you," he panted again, his voice raw, shaking, and entirely honest. "i love you so much. you're incredible. you're- fuck. you're everything. thank you, thank you-"

you leaned down to kiss him deeply. his mouth was pliant, tasting faintly of salt and sweat. he kissed you back with clumsy, desperate sweetness, his cuffed hands still trapped overhead, letting out a small, contented sigh against your lips when you gently stroked the damp hair back from his forehead.

you stayed like that for a long time, breathing together, his softening length finally sliding free from the warm mess he’d left behind, until his pulse stopped hammering furiously against your palm.

then, you reached up and unlocked the cuffs. the metal clicked open, and you eased them off his wrists, tossing them carelessly onto the nightstand. pale red rings marked his skin where he’d strained against the steel, and you rubbed them softly with your thumbs.

he watched your face the entire time, his eyelids heavy, that same soft, ruined smile returning, quieter now.

he hissed softly at the sensitivity friction as you carefully eased off him, but he immediately hauled you back down against his chest, wrapping his arms tight around your back now that he was free.

the thick scent of sex and his cologne wrapped around you both. his heart thudded steadily under your ear, slowing down at last.

"stay," he murmured into your hair, even though you hadn’t planned on moving an inch. one hand traced slow, lazy circles down your spine while the other found yours, lacing your fingers together over his flat stomach. "just… stay. fuck, i needed that more than i knew," he chuckled softly, a low rumble against your cheek.

you tipped your chin up to press a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw, right over the dark mark you’d left earlier. he let out a long, loose sight, the last remnants of his shift stress bleeding out of his shoulders under your weight.

the silver badge on his open shirt pressed cool against your arm as his thumb traced the back of your hand with lazy circles.

"love you," he murmured again, quieter still, his eyes drifting shut against your temple.

you squeezed his hand, and his arms tightened around you in response. the room was warm, dim, and quiet, heavy with the slow, steady rhythm of two people holding each other together.

the suitcase dug a dead-weight path into your thigh when you shoved the front door open, kicking it shut to lock out the night.

the hallway smelled like cheap detergent and stale grease. the air conditioning was dead, and the thick, suffocating town heat caught you behind the knees the second you crossed the threshold.

months spent in a drafty student apartment had made you soft. the humidity felt predatory, crawling under your collar to glue the cotton instantly to your spine. 

and you almost forget the sensation of how all your body reacted to him. your heart stuttered hard against your ribs the second you saw him standing at the end of the hall. 

jisung leaned against the wall, a loose white tee hanging off one broad shoulder and grey sweatpants riding low on his hipbones. his dark hair was a total disaster, matted like he’d rolled out of bed five minutes ago.

his gaze caught on yours with heavy-lidded laziness, dragging down from your mouth, over your throat, tracing the low scoop of your neckline before crawling back up. 

“look what the bus dragged in,” he muttered, his voice a low, gravelly drag scraping down your spine.

he pushed off the wall, closing the distance until the narrow hallway felt like a choke point. his scent hit you first: laundry soap and that sharp, clean musk that haunted half your teenage daydreams.

“good to see you haven’t forgotten the way back to the sticks,” he drawled, a slow, wicked grin hitching at the corner of his mouth. “missed me?”

you caught the inside of your cheek between your teeth, listening to the frantic drumbeat in your ears. this wasn't clean, fresh nerves, it was a rusted, jagged knot you’d been dragging around since you were fifteen. 

“well, i can see the capital didn’t make you any less full of yourself,” you snapped back, your voice catching on a dry hitch. 

a low chuckle rattled his chest as his hand came up, calloused fingers cupping your jaw, his thumb dragging across your hot skin with a deliberate tenderness you had no right getting used to.

“still got a smart mouth on you, huh?” his smile stretched wider.

he stepped closer, shrinking the space until you were pressed flat against the door. his breath brushed your skin. 

“you don’t have a damn clue how pretty you look with your ears burning red,” he murmured, his breath feeling almost like a whisper against your skin.

you forced your chin up, batting his hand away from your face with a sharp swat, even if your fingers were shaking.

“and you still think every girl who looks at you is falling all over herself. keep dreaming, jisung.”

a genuine, sharp laugh broke out of him. not mocking, but thoroughly amused, the kind of reaction that made your stomach flip uncomfortably. his eyes darkened with a sudden, localized heat.

“is that right?” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as his chest brushed yours, the coarse cotton scraping your arm raw.

your breath hitched, the witty comeback dying on your tongue as his sheer weight boxed you in. when you swallowed hard, he caught the exact flash of triumph in your eyes. his hand dropped to your waist, sliding down your top, his fingers hooking under the hem. 

“welcome home, baby,” he murmured, his face dropping close enough for the bridge of his nose to brush yours.

and before you could draw breath to give him hell, heavy footsteps hammered down the stairs. the furnace-heat of his body vanished almost instantly. his younger sister, and your best friend, hit the last two steps with a heavy thump, her face split by a wide grin.

“enough!” she barked, hal-laughing, half-fed up. “stop jawing in the hallway like weirdos. jisung, get lost!”

she threw a dirty look over her shoulder. jisung rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful, flipping her off before crossing his arms over his chest and pretending his phone was the most fascinating thing on earth.

your best friend hit you with a bone-crushing hug, firing off a round of gossip about people you hadn’t thought about in months. 

“come on. the girls are already upstairs!”

you watched her sprint back toward the stairs, her voice echoing as she hollered to the rest of the room about your arrival. your eyes flicked to jisung one last time before you forced your feet to move.

as your shoulder brushed his chest, a heavy hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and yanking you backward until his lips were hot against your ear. 

“see you later, pretty girl,” he rasped.

with a slow wink and a sharp smirk, he turned and vanished into the kitchen. you dragged yourself up the wooden stairs, your legs feeling hollow and the suitcase banging rhythmically against your thigh.

upstairs was a disaster zone of old blankets, cheap room spray, and the sharp tang of wet nail polish.

shouts of welcome hit you and you escaped to the bathroom just to strip off your travel clothes, swapping them for soft shorts and an oversized, braless tee.

when you trudged back in, a stray pillow caught your chest.

“sit your ass down, we’ve been waiting to start the movie,” your friend laughed, pointing a half-empty bag of chips at the TV screen.

you dropped onto the floorboards, trying hard to blank out the phantom weight of jisung’s hand on your waist, but the residual heat between your thighs clung stubbornly to your skin.

hours bled together in a blur of bad rom-coms and stale snacks. eventually, sleep picked off the weaker links until one of them groaned, shaking an empty plastic bowl.

“we’re completely out of junk food.”

three pairs of heavy, sleep-glazed eyes turned to you. a chorus of pathetic pleases and we love yous did the trick. you rolled your eyes, grabbed the bowl, and pushed yourself up. 

the hallway clock dragged toward four in the morning as you padded barefoot down the stairs, the old wood cold enough to bite. the house was dead quiet, save for the sickly white glare of the LED strip under the kitchen cabinets. 

moving like a mouse, you crept to the pantry, looting the shelves until your eyes locked onto a stray bag of your favorite snacks perched precariously on the top wire shelf.

you let out a low huff, rising onto your tiptoes, stretching until your arm burned. your fingertips barely brushed the plastic before your heels slammed back down. 

refusing to quit, you stretched higher. the movement hitched your t-shirt up at the waist and plastered your shorts tight against your ass, the cool kitchen draft making you shiver. 

“fuck. this is ridiculous-”

a solid wall of dense, radiating heat pressed flush against your spine. a broad chest locked against your shoulder blades, hard hips pinning your backside, right as a long arm reached effortlessly past your ear, snagging the bag. 

his other arm slammed flat against the counter beside your hip, boxing you in. his breath rolled hot and heavy against the shell of your ear.

“you should learn to ask for help,” jisung murmured, his voice dropping into a low drag.

your heart slammed hard against your throat. the bag dropped between your chests, the crinkling plastic catching awkwardly against your fingers before he finally let go, his knuckles lingering against yours just long enough to make your pulse stumble. 

you reached past him for the edge of the pantry door, your fingers brushing the cool wood with a calculated intent to slip right out of his orbit. 

“excuse me,” you muttered, keeping your voice low and brittle.

but he didn’t budge an inch. you let out a short, thin sigh through your nose, tilting your head back to glare up at him. 

“... seriously?”

a single corner of his mouth twitched, that infuriating, crooked smirk catching the sickly white glare of the LED strip overhead. 

“thought you were in a hurry, sweetheart.”

“well, i am.”

“then why are you still standing here?”

heat spiked up your neck, burning hot and furious right under your ears. you dropped your shoulder, ducking hard beneath the long arm braced against the counter. or so you foolishly thought.

two quick, desperate strides carried you across the linoleum toward the dark mouth of the kitchen doorway. freedom. or at least, a fighting chance at it. 

“didn’t think you’d actually run away.”

his voice followed you into the shadows, dripping with a lazy amusement. you froze dead in your tracks, your feet halting against the floorboards. 

damn him.

slowly, you looked back over your shoulder. he hadn't moved an inch. his arms were folded across his chest now and one hip resting against the counter, watching you with that smug, crooked grin.

“i’m not running away,” you snapped, pitching your voice defensive as you crossed your arms. “i’m getting back to my friends. unlike some people in this house, i actually know how to behave.”

jisung let out a low, dry chuckle, peeling off the counter and uncurling his arms. he closed the gap between you in two unhurried strides, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a heavy, unblinking focus. 

“right. my sister and her little sleepover,” he drawled, his voice dipping into a low hum as heat radiated off his skin. “is that what you’re running back to? or are you just terrified of what happens if you stay down here another five seconds?”

“i’m not terrified of a damn thing,” you lied, your trembling fingers giving you away. 

you tried to sidestep him, but he matched your movement instantly, his free hand slamming flat against the counter to cage you in.

“prove it then,” he whispered, his face dropping inches from yours.

the absolute last thing you needed was your best friend wandering down the stairs to find both of you tangled up in this kind of wreckage. panic sat sharp and metallic at the back of your throat.

you shoved hard against his forearm. “i’m being serious, jisung. move.”

his expression hardened into something unyielding. the old wood dug sharply into your lower back, and a thin, shaky gasp slipped past your lips when he tilted his chin, his nose grazing yours.

“y’know what?” he started, his gaze locked onto your mouth. “i’ve spent years watching you play dumb. watching you turn red every single time i walk into a room. and you’re gonna stand there and pretend you didn’t think about this?”

“i’m not pretending shit,” you shot back, chin lifting on a spike of defiance. “your sister is ten feet away. the one who told me explicitly that you’re off-limits. have you completely lost your mind?”

jisung went entirely still. the casual arrogance in his posture fractures for a second, replaced by a dark, dangerous spark.

“off-limits,” he repeated, rolling the word over his tongue like it tasted sweet. he let out a dry huff. “is that what she told you? or is that what you tell yourself?”

his hand dropped to your hip, sliding straight under the hem of your shirt to span the bare heat of your spine. the skin-to-skin contact stole your breath.

you forced yourself to swallow, fighting to keep your grip on reality as his breath crashed hot against your mouth. your eyes dragged upward, locking with his in a slow, heavy blink. 

“your sister’s upstairs, jisung…”

a slow, wicked smirk hitched the corner of his mouth. his fingers dug deeper into the warm flesh of your hip, hauling you flush against him until you felt the rigid, undeniable heat of his erection pressing hard against your abdomen. your thighs snapped shut on pure instinct.

“bet she’s sleeping like a rock. just like the rest of them.”

his cheek rasped against yours as he leaned down, his lips trailing a line of hot, wet open-mouth kisses down the vulnerable skin of your neck.

trembling whimpers broke from your throat as his hand roamed from your spine around your ribs toward the heavy swell of your breast, his thumb brushing the edge of your shirt. you pulled him closer by the collar of his tee, your lips hovering mere millimeters from his.

instead of closing the distance, he froze. his lips hovered against your jaw, his breathing hot against your cheek. he pulled back an inch, his heavy-lidded eyes fixing directly onto yours with cruel, intoxicating patience. 

“go on,” he rasped, his voice a low, challenging gravel. 

you blinked, a hot flush spreading violently up your neck and across your cheeks as total confusion scrambled your thoughts. you stared up at him, your chest rising and falling in uneven stutters.

a deeply knowing smirk curved his mouth. he watched you drown in your own hesitation, his thumb pressing a fraction harder into your hip.

“you’ve been thinking about kissing me for years, haven’t you?” he taunted softly, his gaze locked like a magnet onto your parted, trembling lips. “do it.”

panic spiked hard. if anyone woke up, your entire life here would detonate. you were crossing a jagged, unforgiving line with the one person you were explicitly warned never to touch. 

every rational, terrified instinct screamed at you to shove him away, to step back, to pretend this madness never happened.

instead, with a reckless, hollow snap inside your head, you abandoned all reason, surged upward, and smashed your mouth against his.

a low, animalistic rumble tore from his chest. he grabbed your thighs, hauling you up in one brutal yank as your ass landed with a solid thud on the cold countertop. he stepped dead between your knees, the thick fabric of his sweatpants pressing obscenely over your soaked core. 

he rolled his hips forward, the hard ridge of him grinding straight through both layers of cloth. you arched your back, rolling your hips in a desperate, unthinking circle to chase the friction.

“look at you moving for me,” he muttered against your ear, biting down on your lower lip. “wanna go to my room? or are you still gonna run away?”

you shot him a glare that would've been convincing if your body hadn't betrayed you first.

“... just shut up,” your fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer, “and take me there.”

he didn’t waste another second. he grabbed your waist and lifted you off the counter in one fluid motion, your legs locking around his waist as his hands slid under your shorts to knead your bare ass. your vision swam as he buried his face in your neck, biting hard right where your pulse hammered.

he kicked his bedroom door wide with his shoulder and slammed it shut behind him, plunging the room into darkness save for the yellow streetlamp bleeding through the blinds.

he threw you onto the mattress, the springs squeaking in protest under your weight. he was straddling your hips before you could even draw breath, his mouth smashing back onto yours in a heavy, sloppy collision of lips that sent your head spinning.

a hand shoved under your tee, fingers splaying wide before he dragged his palm straight over your ribs and clamped over your bare breast with total urgency. a rough groan tore from his throat, vibrating straight into your mouth.

“you really came in here like this?” a breathless, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “god, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

with an impatient yank, he dragged your shirt over your head and tossed it aside.  the cool air hit your exposed skin, making you shiver. he stared down at you for a second, his chest heaving, before dropping his head like a dead weight. 

his teeth sank into the tender skin of your neck, his other hand tangling deep into your hair to yank your head back by the roots, your scalp burning with an intoxicating ache.

his teeth and tongue went to work with a greedy rhythm, sucking hard right where your shoulder met your neck, leaving a livid, bruised mark blooming against your throat.

“jisung- ah, your… your sister,” you protested, even as your hips twitched upward on pure instinct.

“screw her,” he panted, dragging his mouth down to your collarbone before dropping his face directly to your chest to take your swollen, aching nipple into his mouth.

you cried out low, your fingers clawing into his hair as he sucked hard enough to make your vision spot. when he finally pulled back, blowing a cool breath over the wet, gleaming peak, your spine bowed off the mattress. 

“holy shit… been dreaming about this for way too long,” he muttered thick and raw.

“shut up,” you panted, shoving both hands against his shoulders. “you’re acting like a lunatic.”

a sharp bark of laughter tore out of him as he caught your wrists effortlessly, pinning them to the mattress beside your head. 

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” he breathed, a wicked smile splitting his face. “you’re lying under me completely soaked, and i’m the lunatic?”

“you’re impossible,” you spat back, twisting against his grip, though your breath was hitching. “if she finds out, she’ll never forgive us-”

“you really think i'd let this happen if i thought she'd hate you for it?” a single corner of his mouth twitched.

the heavy bulge in his sweatpants ground hard against your shorts, pressing a direct, bruising line of friction right over your swollen clit through the fabric. you threw your hips up to meet him, and he slammed down in response, the dry friction turning wet and slick in a matter of seconds.

“jisung, i- oh my god...” you sobbed, your mouth hanging open, your eyes hazy with overstimulation.

you began grinding your hips in tight, desperate circles, short, frantic thrusts that sent blinding shots of electricity straight to your toes.

jisung didn't let up, alternating between punishing your chest with his mouth and grinding his weight down until the friction was nothing short of agonizing. he bit the soft underside of your breast, sucked the tip until it burned, and then dragged his tongue lazily across the wet flesh to soothe the sting.

every time you whimpered against his ear and arched your spine, his erection drove an inch deeper, heavy and relentless. the wet, obscene sound of his mouth working over your chest was driving you completely unhinged. your own breath came apart in jagged, broken pieces with every stroke he took, your legs locking tighter around his waist.

“i’m gonna come in my pants if you keep that up,” he warned, his voice cracking into a rough, gravelly rasp. “i can feel you through everything.”

“p-please… don’t stop, please, jisung-”

he clamped his teeth down on your nipple and gave it a sharp, punishing tug. the sudden sting collided head-on with the throbbing heat between your legs, tearing a loud, uninhibited moan from your throat. he slapped a hand flat over your mouth for a second, letting out a dark, wicked laugh at how fast you unraveled.

his hand dropped away, sliding straight down to the elastic of your shorts and panties, shoving them down in one impatient sweep. his thick fingers found your soaked heat instantly, making him groan.

he dragged a finger through your folds without pushing inside just yet, tracing the swollen flesh and collecting your slick. he teased your entrance while holding your gaze, a smug, triumphant grin cutting across his lips as he felt you part for him of your own accord.

“off-limits, right?” he taunted quietly, his thumb pressing a heavy circle against your clit while his fingers hovered right at your entrance.

“shut up,” you whimpered, your hips bucking up against his hand before you could stop yourself. “just… fucking do it.”

he sank one finger home, sliding it slowly to the knuckle while his thumb clamped straight down over your clit, holding a heavy, unmoving pressure.

“look at me,” he commanded the second your eyelids fluttered shut.

you forced your eyes open, your chest aching at the raw intensity in his face. his lips were swollen, his chin slick with the saliva from your chest.

“don’t hide. been waiting too long to see this.”

he pushed a second finger in right behind the first. you stretched around him, a choked sob tearing out of you as the friction spiked past your limits. he started working them in and out at a steady cadence, though his rhythm stuttered as your face screwed up and your moans turned ragged and desperate.

his thumb began to grind your clit in tight, punishing circles while his fingers curled upward inside you, hunting for that deep, sensitive spot. the ruined pile of shorts and underwear was bunched mid-thigh, cutting off his movement. with a rough jerk, he stripped them entirely off one leg and tossed them aside.

now you were completely bared open to him. the cool bedroom air hitting your slick core made you shiver, and a loud, shameless cry broke from your chest when he jammed a third finger inside. the wet, echoing sounds of skin and friction filled the dead quiet of the room.

you threw your forearm over your mouth, trying to muffle the sound as the overstimulation pushed you right to the edge, tears hot in the corners of your eyes. he snatched your arm down, gripping your face in one large hand and pressing your cheeks hard.

“no. i wanna hear you begging me to take you.”

“j-jisung, please- s’too much, just- ah, fuck…”

“clearer, pretty girl.”

his fingers slammed harder, driving deeper with every stroke. his thumb never relented, circling in a torturous rhythm that built a heavy, agonizing knot deep in the pit of your belly. an ache so massive you couldn't breathe around it.

“p-please… fuck me. i… i need-” you were sobbing now, his free hand returning to your chest to twist your nipple without mercy.

“need what?”

you bit your lip until it bled, trying to drag your scattered mind back together. your tear-blurred eyes locked onto his. the enormous, arrogant grin spread across his face, even through his desperate pants, made your core clench and throb violently around his trapped fingers.

“i need your dick inside… right now. please, please-” you begged through choked sobs, your voice trembling past recognition. 

he yanked his fingers out with a wet pop and slowly sucked them into his mouth, his eyes never breaking contact with yours. the heavy swallow he let out afterward was obscene. he rose up onto his knees between your thighs, tearing his t-shirt over his head in one violent motion. your eyes tracked the broad lines of his chest down to the dark trail of hair leading straight to his waistline.

his sweatpants and boxers hit the floor together, kicked away with zero patience. his thick cock sprang free, heavy, hard, and leaking a clear bead of precum at the gleaming red tip. he wrapped a calloused hand around the base and gave himself two slow, heavy strokes, groaning low as he watched you sprawled open across his bed.

he shoved his hand into the nightstand drawer. the foil tore between his teeth, and he rolled it down his length with clumsy, hurried hands. the second it was on, he grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your hands and knees by pure instinct. you looked back at him over your shoulder, wild-eyed and shaking, waiting for his command.

“on top. i wanna see you ride it,” he rasped, his voice dripping with raw, unchecked lust.

you swallowed hard, your gaze dropping to his erection before you straddled his hips. the blunt head brushed your soaked clit before sliding between your lips. he anchored his heavy hands on your waist, lowering you downward inch by inch. the stretch burned like fire against your skin, thick and unyielding.

then, you took him, every heavy inch filling you in one long, uncompromising push. you both let out a sharp gasp at the exact same second, and a breathless, disbelieving chuckle rattled in his chest. his fingers dug into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as your inner walls clenched around him in a tight, frantic reflex.

“jesus… so tight,” he growled, tilting his head back up to look at you from below, his jaw locked hard. “made for me. knew you always were.”

you started moving a second later, dragging yourself upward at first just to get used to the heavy, stretching weight of him. you pulled up until only the tip was holding you, then dropped your weight down until your ass smacked against his thighs, knocking the wind straight out of you. he was bigger than anything you had ever imagined.

he let you set the pace for a moment, his hands sliding up to your breasts, pinching the tips as he watched you work. his pupils were blown wide, black pools in the dark room. he couldn't tear his eyes away from your flushed face, your teeth biting hard into your lip, your eyelids heavy. you were a disaster, and he loved every second of it.

then he took the wheel. his hands locked around your waist, and he thrust upward from below, meeting you halfway with hard, brutal snaps of his hips. the sharp slap of skin against skin echoed off the walls, every collision hitting that deep, impossible spot that scrambled your thoughts.

you pitched forward, pressing your palms flat against his sweat-slicked chest, and he yanked your hair back, crashing his mouth onto yours while he fucked you breathless.

“good girl,” he panted right against your lips. “bounce on it for me.”

your brain was melting down into static. your entire body was trembling, buzzing with an electric current every time the thick head of his cock brushed your cervix. you started bouncing faster, chasing the ragged edge of your orgasm with blind desperation.

“harder, baby. use me to get off. i’m all yours,” he groaned, a sharp smack landing hard across your bare ass cheek.

you sped up, the climax climbing the walls of your stomach, heavy and violent. he felt you tightening around him and let out a dark growl. and with one heavy, clumsy shift, he flipped you flat onto your back, shoving your knees up to your chest and driving back inside you with a relentless, punishing rhythm that showed no mercy.

the wooden headboard hammered a dull, heavy thud against the wall behind the bed, but neither of you gave a damn. he held your gaze the whole time he drove into you, sweat beading on his forehead, his lips parted.

“you’ve always been mine, haven't you?” he bit out through his teeth, using that broken, wrecked voice that meant he was losing his mind. “since we first met. since we kissed behind the bleachers. since- fuck, since the very beginning. say it.”

you forced your rattling frame to hold still for a second, hunting for words in a mind fried by pleasure. your fingernails scored deep into the skin of his shoulders as your body bounced with every erratic thrust. you nodded frantically, your lower lip trembling as his thumb found your clit one more time.

“yes! oh fuck, yours- totally yours, jisung- shit, m’coming-”

“come for me. right on my dick. do it,” he repeated like a prayer, completely unhinged.

the orgasm tore right through you. your legs locked around his waist in violent, spasming waves while he kept driving through it, slowing the pace to sink in deeper and harder until he finally went dead still.

buried to the root, he let out a long, ragged roar against your neck, his entire body going rigid as his release flooded the latex inside you.

you could feel him pulsing hot against you, both of you wrecked, chest-to-chest, breathing like you'd just run a marathon.

neither of you moved for a long time. carefully, he pulled out, stripped off the condom with practiced ease, and tossed it into the trash can without looking.

he crawled back onto the mattress, hooking an arm around your waist and hauling you flush against his chest, sweat-slick skin sliding against skin. the heavy scent of sex hung thick in the air. he slotted one of your legs between his, pulling the duvet halfway up over your shoulders.

from the second floor, absolute silence drifted down, blowing away any lingering shreds of guilt faster than they’d arrived.

his hand traced slow, lazy patterns down your spine, moving from the nape of your neck to the curve of your hip and back up. he didn't waste breath on cheap romance, because he didn't need to.

his thumb lingered over a rising bruise on your hip, pressing just firmly enough to make sure you wouldn't forget it by morning.

“first night back home,” he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with oncoming sleep. “and i’ve got you right where you belong. lucky me.”

you didn't answer him. you just let out a soft, boneless hum, pressing your face against the solid wall of his chest as your eyes drifted shut, already wondering what excuse you’d give your friends when they asked where the hell you’d slept.

the bell above the studio door gave a low chime when you pushed it open, the sharp smell of ink and the metallic bite of the autoclave drifting from the back.

the front desk was empty, a single lamp cast long, jagged shadows across the black leather couch and the flash sheets pinned to the walls.

your eyes roamed the room nervously until you heard a door at the end of the hall creaked open. jisung stepped out, wiping his hands on an ink-stained rag.

he wore a black tee that clung to his frame, leaving nothing to the imagination, his bare arms making you lick your lower lip. he stopped inches from you, a slow, flirtatious smirk curving at the corner of his mouth.

“lock the door behind you,” he said, voice low and casual. he jerked his head toward the entrance. “we’re closed for the night. special clients only.”

he didn’t wait for a reaction from you. with a playful wink, he turned toward his private office. you followed, heart hammering against your ribs, every single word of support and encouragement your friends gave you flying out the window

you eased the office door shut. you were nervous as fuck, the silence in the room feeling heavy and electric. you swept your gaze to his desk, which was a chaotic graveyard of sketches and a pack of cigarettes with only one left.

“sit down,” he commanded, patting the edge of the desk. he slumped into the leather chair, rolling it forward until his knees bracketed yours. “show me what we’re working with.”

you raise a brow, bracing yourself as you hopped up. the proximity was suffocating. with a shaky breath, your fingers found the hem of your top. you hiked it up, your gaze fixed on the wall to avoid his.

the cool air hit your left side, a shiver traveling up your spine made you gasp. he wasn’t wearing gloves, just his bare, calloused skin tracing under the curve of your breast. his thumb pressed in, testing the give of muscle and bone with a slow, agonizing deliberation.

“side torso,” he murmured, eyes tracking the line of your hip. “good choice. hurts like a bitch, but it’ll sit pretty.”

his palm remained flat against your skin, grounding you. you bit your lower lip to stifle a hum as his warm breath ghosted against your collarbone. you tried to steady your breathing, fighting the traitorous

what was wrong with you? he was just doing his damn job. your hand gripped the edge of the wooden desk, knuckles whitening as you tried to rein yourself in.

he tilted his head, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of your ribs as if he were already carving the design into your flesh.

“you’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” he asked in a quiet murmur.

you nodded, tongue-tied. you weren’t brave enough to look him in the eye when his gaze felt like a physical touch.

“how long?” his voice was professional, shop-counter casual. that tone carrying a dangerous edge.

you cleared your throat. “a few months. maybe more.”

“need you to be specific, sweetie,” his thumb shifted, mapping the curve under your bra band without slipping beneath it. “i don’t like talking vaguely when i’m about to put something permanent on you.”

“since… before the first consultation,” you admitted, voice barely a whisper. “i just… made up my mind.”

a low, satisfied hum rumbled in his chest. “i like that,” he finally glanced up, a spark of dark curiosity in his eyes. “what took you so long?”

“wanted to be sure about the placement,” you forced a smile, careful not to jostle his hand.

“mmh,” he clearly didn’t buy it. “placement is half the decision. the other half is whether you can sit still while i’m all over you,” his fingers splayed, warm and steady. “can you?”

your lips parted, searching his face for a hidden meaning. he flashed a smug, knowing grin. like he knew how much everything he did affected you on the inside.

“i… i think so,” you stammered, cursing yourself.

“you think so,” he repeated, tasting the words. “not good enough. i need a ‘yes’, or you can head home and come back when you’re ready to handle it.”

the words hit you like a physical shove, your body locking up. when he made to pull his hand away, your fingers shot out to grab his wrist, pinning his palm back against your side. you met his gaze, silent and pleading.

“yes,” you breathed. “i can handle it.”

“fine. then, arms up,” he demmanded. “keep the shirt there and don’t you dare let it drop.”

you obeyed, fabric bunched under your fists. you were painfully exposed, the draft from the vent tickling your skin. jisung leaned in, close enough that you could smell the sharp tang of his studio and the lingering scent of smoke.

he reached for a pen, uncapping it with his teeth. your stomach did a slow-motion vault at the sight of his lips around the plastic, his tongue flicking out.

“i’m going to mark the zone,” he said against the pen, his eyes locking onto yours. “tell me if it feels off.”

the tip of the pen grazed your skin. it was a light, agonizingly slow curve, and you felt every millimeter. his left hand stayed anchored to your waist, a silent reminder that you weren’t going anywhere.

“breathe,” he whispered.

he drew a final, soft ‘x’ at the center of the placement. he pulled back, his breath hitching when he saw your half-lidded eyes and the way you were biting your lip.

“so…” he cleared his throat. “this is the densest part of the work. every time you move, it’ll pull. sure you want it here?”

“it’s fine,” you said, forcing your voice to be steady. “wanna see it when i look down.”

he went still, swallowing hard before finishing the oval outline. you felt him hovering on the edge of disbelief, so you moved, trying to bridge the gap.

“it’s… practical,” you added, fishing for his approval. “nothing more.”

“sure it is,” he tossed the pen aside but kept his hand pressed to your skin. “but, as far as i’m concerned, ‘practical girls’ don’t blush when i mark them.”

heat flooded your throat. “i’m not-”

“you are,” he said, flat and observant. “it’s fine. my job is to put ink on you, not judge what turns you on.”

your face was a fire hazard. you tried to pull the shirt down, but his fingers clamped gently over the fabric, holding you in place.

“not yet, pretty girl. i’m not done looking.”

the words clung to your mind longer than you wanted. you were drowning in his double meanings, too panicked to do anything but play the fool.

you surely considered going home, calling seungmin and screaming how much you hated him your tattoo artists.

he leaned in, his knee coming to rest just outside yours. “now, again, why ribs?”

“i already told you-”

“you told me you want to see it. that’s bullshit,” his fingers returned, pressing into the ‘x’. “why here, where it’ll hurt? where every partner you ever have is going to put their mouth on and know i was first?”

this was too much. your breath snagged, eyes squeezing shut. your panties were damp, you were aching, and completely undone by the heat of his touch.

“jisung,” you warned, your voice barely audible.

“you can walk out. door’s unlocked,” he countered, nodding toward the exit. “or you can keep answering me like an adult who knows exactly what she walked into.”

you stayed on the desk, your knuckles whitened in the fabric of your shirt.

he stood, giving you time to track the shift in his weight. he braced a hand on the desk, looming over your hip, claiming the space as if he’d already built a home there.

“y’know what? i’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

the confession didn’t land all at once. he drew the moment out, making you wait until you were on the verge of begging.

maybe this was the moment where you redirected the conversation, said goodbye and walked out that door, looking for another tattoo artist that didn’t make you sigh like a girl with a crush.

“every appointment,” he began, “i’d watch from the counter. i’d watch your eyes flicker toward me,” his voice dropped, “and, to be completely honest, I was always watching back.”

the words settled in the room, heavy and absolute. his hand didn’t move. if anything, he pressed firmer, anchoring you to him.

“i told myself it was professional interest. then you started booking with me specifically, and i stopped lying to myself,” his thumb mapped the lower curve of his own mark, “i’ve thought about putting my hands on your lower back to check my own work myself.”

he waited, giving you that final, silent out. your heart hammered against your ribs with a frantic, erratic rhythm that you were certain he could feel through his palm.

“tell me you don’t want this, and i go back to a standard consultation,” he said, voice low, absolute decree. “tell me anything else… and i stop being your artist for the next hour.”

the air in the room felt thin. you could hear the ragged drag of your own breath and feel the bite of the desk’s edge against your thighs. your shirt was still bunched in your fists, his hand pressed over your ribs like a claim he hadn’t yet voiced aloud.

“i… i don’t want you to stop,” you murmured, the words barely ghosting past your lips.

something shifted in his expression. his face lit up with a raw, predatory hunger. his eyebrows arched, and his tongue swept across his lower lip in a slow, anticipating drag.

a sudden, violent jolt of arousal spiked between your thighs, the sensation becoming almost unbearable. a broken gasp escaped you when you heard the hungry, relieved sigh he let out in response.

he stepped into the narrow space between your knees, moving with patience. he gave your body time to adjust to his heat, to the solid, grounding weight of his hips brushing while the other rose to cradle your neck.

his thumb pressed firmly against the hinge of your jaw, tilting your face up until you had no choice but to meet his eyes.

he didn’t kiss you. instead, his hand slid into your hair at the nape of your neck, his fingers tightening until the pull against your scalp sent a shiver racing down your spine. he tilted your head back by degrees until your throat was bared and your eyes had nowhere to go but him.

with a firm grip, he turned you until your hip pressed against the edge of the desk. he leaned in, his palm finding the space between your shoulder blades to anchor you firmly against the wood. his free hand settled at the waistband of your jeans, lingering there, waiting.

“last chance. you sure about this, pretty girl?” he breathed against your shoulder.

“yes…” you whined, hissing at the sheer friction of his body against yours.

only then did he work the button and zipper. he dragged your jeans and panties down in one fluid motion, the fabric catching at your thighs and knees until it pooled, tangling around your legs and binding you just enough that you couldn’t open wide without his help.

the rush of cool air hitting your core made you sob. jisung groaned, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips.

“fuck, look at you,” he rasped. he smoothed his palms up the backs of your thighs, spreading you wide, his gaze hungry. the pause stretched until your hips twitched helplessly. “already dripping, and i haven’t even touched you yet.”

you gasped, your face burning against the desk as the bluntness of his words settled in your cunt. jisung let out a low, dark laugh that vibrated through the hand still pressed against your spine.

“keep making those sounds, baby,” he whispered. “i want every single one of them.”

without warning, a single fingertip traced the seam from from your clit to your entrance, gathering the slick of your folds but not entering, teasing.

when he finally circled your clit, the movement almost cruel in its agonizingly slow pace. he held you just on the edge of your pleasure, watching you unravel.

“j-jisung…” you pleaded, your eyes dragging over him.

“oh, you want more?” he pressed two fingers into your entrance, thick and unhurried. “beg then.”

your eyes squeezed shut, swallowing hard, the command vibrating in your skull.

“p-please…” the word broke, shattering in the quiet office.

a smug, satisfied smile bloomed on his face. he pushed in slowly, watching your expression, gauging the stretch until you were panting, whispering incoherencies against the wood.

he drove his fingers, knuckle by knuckle, until his palm pressed flush against your trembling body.

“that’s it,” he murmured. “taking me so well already.”

he curled his fingers inside, searching until he found that specific, wicked spot. he settled into a steady, merciless rhythm. you could hear his own breath hitching, uneven and ragged.

“i’ve thought about this”, he confesses, his voice raw. “how wet you’d get if i just talked to you like this.”

you moaned, a sound torn from your throat, but he didn’t ease up. he added a twist on the outstroke and a sharp press on the in, building a wet, rhythmic slapping sound that filled the room.

“greedy girl,” he murmured, his admiration evident. “you’ve been wanting this for weeks,” he sighed, a heavy, audible sound. “bet you went home after our appointments and put your hand between your legs, thinking about my mouth.”

you tried to shake your head, to deny it, but he slid a third finger inside without mercy. the burn sweetened into an overwhelming fullness. your hips pushed back against him unconsciously. he pinned you firmer, his hand a dead weight against your back.

“stay,” he commanded. “i set the pace and you just take it.”

and you did. you took everything he gave you. your heartbeat slammed against the desk, sweat prickling your hairline. every thrust dragged a high-pitched, broken sound from you, raw and completely stripped of pretense.

“j-jisung, stop- m’gonna… fuck, please- so close…”

you squirmed, your entire body vibrating as the orgasm gathered in your lower belly. your mouth fell open, your back arching as you pushed into his hand.

the tightness in your abdomen snapped and your walls fluttered, spasming hard around his fingers. you slumped against the desk, forehead dropping against the cold wood, completely undone.

jisung groaned, the sight of your release clearly hitting him like a physical blow. a rush of heat coated his hand, and he didn’t stop, continuing with shorter, sharper strokes, milking every pulse until you were raw and oversensitive, still rocking back for more.

“fuck, yes…” he breathed, his voice wrecked with dark amused. “good girl. now, wanna feel you doing it in my mouth.”

before you could process the request, he dropped to his knees behind you. you jolted, surprised, but his hands immediately spread you wider, his thumbs holding you open to his scrutiny.

“w-wait-” you moaned, chest heaving. “i’m sensitive, don’t-”

but he was already there. he dragged his tongue, broad and filthy, from the mess on your thighs up to your clit. you ran a hand through your hair, biting your lip until it bled.

his pace was relentless. he licked and slurped, moaning into your skin like a man starving. your hand slapped the desk, then flew to your mouth to stifle the noise, but it was futile.

he sucked your clit between his lips, teasing with a scrape of his teeth that made your entire body jump. he circled your nub, teasing before suctioning down hard. you throbbed as he licked your folds, giving you barely a second of reprieve before attacking the sensitive spot again.

when you tried to reflexively close your legs, he bit the inside of your thigh hard enough to mark you and held the bite until you whimpered, then soothed the sting with a slow, languid swipe of his tongue.

“stay open,” he panted against your skin. “didn’t tell you to move, did i?”

you shook your head, unable to stop the sobbing sounds, your body hovering on the edge of collapse. when he pushed two fingers back inside while his mouth worked you into a frenzy, you were certain you had lost you mind.

the dual sensation was a short-circuit. he found a rhythm that was relentless, curling, sucking, and thrusting until the sound of your own fluids filled the office.

“oh, fuck-” you gasped, your mouth trembling. “jisung, i can’t- s’too much-”

“you will,” he mumbled against you. “give it to me. wanna taste every drop.”

your second orgasm hit differently, deeper, a pressure in your lower abdomen that peaked with terrifying speed. you clenched your teeth as it crashed over you, harder than the first.

your vision whited out, another gush spilling over his tongue and chin. you whimpered loudly into the wood, your body trembling so violently the desk squeaked under you.

he groaned, obscenely satisfied, drinking his fill of your release. he didn’t stop his fingers, dragging out the climax until your legs turned to jelly and he had to hold your hips up with both hands, anchoring you as you shattered for the second time.

he withdrew his hand, the sudden absence of pressure leaving you feeling strangely hollow. he stepped back just enough to unzip his jeans, the rasp of the teeth echoing in the small room.

he moved behind you, pressing his chest flush against your spine, his hand coming to cup your cheek, his touch surprisingly soothing despite the chaos he’d just wrought.

“what… jisung…” your gasps were hoarse.

he offered a slow, rouge smile. “think you can handle it?”

he didn’t wait for a verbal answer. the blunt head of his cock dragged against your soaked folds, a teasing friction, before he settled against your entrance, waiting.

you were arching back into him before he even applied pressure, desperate for the fullness you were clearly primed to receive.

“yes” you panted, the word barely recognizable.

“good girl,” he left a peek against the nape of your neck.

then, he pressed in. he didn’t slam inside, he fed you his length in slow, deliberate inches, letting you feel every ounce of the stretch, the agonizing heat of him as your body bloomed open to accommodate him.

when he bottomed out, he held perfectly still, buried to the hilt, his breath ragged against your skin. one hand fisted in your hair, the other spanning your ribs over the pen marks he’d drawn earlier.

“shit- you’re tight,” he rasped, his voice raw with honesty. “gonna fuck you until you can’t stand straight.”

a single, shaky nod was all the permission he needed. he snapped into a brutal, rhythmic pace that made the desk creak under the strain. he pulled your head back by your hair, forcing your throat open, your spine arching.

his free hand left your ribs to shove under your bra, pinching and rolling your nipple in time with his thrusts until you let out a broken sound.

“jisung, fuck-” you hissed, eyes rolling back. “so good… please, don’t stop…”

his rhythm faltered for a second at the raw sound of your voice. you were so wet, milking him with every clench, every frantic flutter of your muscles. he pushed harder, bottoming out against your cervix, the pleasure so sharp it made your mind fray at the edges.

“so fucking wet,” he panted, his own moans slipping through his teeth. “gonna cum inside you, baby. wanna see you take it all.”

he was fucking you senseless now. the thrusts were sloppy, messy, and relentless. he watched, fixated, as your ass bounced against his thighs with each violent collision. your cries were muffled against your own hand, but they were loud enough to drive him over the edge.

“gonna fill you up, baby. gonna be dripping with me after this… fuck-”

his control snapped- he buried himself to the hilt, grounding his hips against you as he sought his own release. your walls fluttered around him, desperate and greedy, milking him dry.

he let out a low, guttural roar, his cock pulsing deep inside you, hot spurs of cum flooding into you. he didn’t pull away, he stayed buried, thrusting in weak, rhythmic pulses until the very last drop was spent.

jisung remained pressed tight against you, head dropped to your shoulder, his breathing heavy and uneven. one hand stroked your side, his touch finally turning tender, while his cum leaked out, warm and thick, too much for you to hold inside.

“oh, shit… so good,” he breathed against your shoulder, pressing soft kisses into your skin. “you are perfect. made for me.”

eventually, he eased out, the withdrawal leaving a strange, quiet void in the room. you shivered, the mess between your legs feeling heavy, filthy.

he turned you around with careful, almost reverent hands, lifting you to sit on the edge of the desk. even as his body still hummed with the aftershocks of his release, his focus was entirely on you.

he brushed his thumb over you swollen lower lip, his gaze softening as he traced the flush on your cheeks. his eyes dropped to your chest, your shirt still rucked up, and his hands moved to adjust it, his fingers lingering in soft caresses.

you looked down, noticing the faint, dark marks he’d left on your thighs. you blinked, meeting his gaze one last time.

“you good?” he mumbled, stealing another soft peck from your lips. “if you want… you can come home with me. y’know… i have a little dog and a lizard that are dying to meet you.”

it was almost like a bad joke. the way he suddenly avoided your eyes, looking shy about the invitation. a slow, genuine smile spread across your face. it was sweet, the way his fingers were tracing soft, aimless circles over your knuckles.

“lead the way, then,” you said, your voice warm. “but don’t think i’m walking there on my own feet. you are carrying me!”

he chuckled, a rich, genuine sound, and patted your head before turning to gather your scattered clothes from the floor, tossing out fake apologies that lacked even a shred of regret for what he’d just done.

the bass from downstairs rattled the cheap picture frames hanging on the hallway walls. the smell of cigarettes and cheap liquor was strong, making your head feel lighter. laughter echoed from every corner of the house.

but none of it held your attention for long because your eyes were fixed on han jisung. 

he stood across the beer pong table with that stupid, cocky smile you wanted to wipe off his face, lazily rolling the ping pong ball between his fingers while the crowd around you shouted over one another. 

the grin on his face only widened before he tossed you the ball with an easy flick of his wrist, leaning back against the wall behind him, completely relaxed.

“last cup, baby,” he called, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “you miss, you drink. make me proud and don’t miss your shot, jagi.”

his words were dripping with teasing flirtation, making you roll your eyes. even if the heat in your lower abdomen just kept building every time your eyes locked in his.

“you’re so annoying, hannie,” you teased, giggling at his offended expression. 

you glanced down at the ball, turning it between your fingers while focusing on the last red cup sitting alone at the opposite end of the table. 

and maybe it was the alcohol buzzing pleasantly through your system or the way jisung kept looking at you with that smug expression. either way, your thoughts felt hazy.

before taking the shot, your gaze drifted across the room, landing immediately on christopher. 

he was sprawled across one of the couches with a drink in his hand, surrounded by half the fraternity. one arm rested along the back of the couch, his legs spread comfortably, messy blond hair falling into his eyes. 

he’d been watching the entire game, his eyes never leaving you. he tilted his head slightly, that lazy smile on his face making your heart skip a beat. 

“watch this,” you mouthed, knowing he would read your lips.

without hesitating, your wrist snapped forward. the ball arced cleanly across the table before dropping straight into the center cup, beer splashing over the rim. 

the crowd roared behind you. one of your friends threw an arm around your shoulders before practically lifting you off the floor, laughing like you’d just won a championship instead of a stupid drinking game. 

before you could even catch your breath, jisung’s hand was wrapped gently around your wrist, pulling you out of the whole crowd. 

“c’mon, let’s get out of here,” he murmured, leaning close enough for only you to hear. “there’s less people upstairs.” 

you laughed, breathless. you knew damn well neither of you had any intention of talking. he intertwined his fingers with yours and started leading you toward the staircase before anyone could stop you. 

and right before disappearing into the hallway, you looked back, searching for christopher. as always, he was already looking at you with one eyebrow raised. 

you tipped your head toward the second floor, blinking with a flirtatious smirk on your face. the corner of his mouth lifted in that slow, knowing way that always made your knees feel loose. 

he barely nodded, letting you know that the message was received. 

the music faded with every step upstairs. the hallway felt strangely quiet compared to the chaos below, the music little more than a muffled thump beneath your feet. 

some doors were slightly open while others were locked, giving you a vague idea of what could be happening there. neither of you paid them much attention. 

with little grace, jisung pushed open the first empty room he found and slipped you inside after him. you kicked the door shut behind you, the loud slam echoing through the hallway. 

the second the door shut you were on him.

your mouths crashed, wet and urgent. jisung groaned into the kiss like he’d been starving for it all night, teeth catching your lower lip, sucking hard enough to sting, the sound vibrating against your tongue.

everything felt desperate, needy. his hands shoved under your top without ceremony, palms burning against your skin, sliding up your ribs until his thumbs pressed into the soft underside of your breasts.

“slow down, ji,” you mumbled against his mouth, a shaky smirk on your lips. your voice was already fading away, panting for air.

but he didn’t waste time.

jisung bent, palms sliding under your tights and lifting you like you weighed nothing. a small whimper slipped from your lips at the sudden movement, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back.

the thick, clothed line of his cock pressed hard against your cunt through his jeans, the pressure relentless. you began to feel impatient, your hands roaming along his back, scratching loosely.

your body hit the wall, the impact forcing a whimper from your throat. jisung rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, grinding the rigid length against you, gasping and groaning obscenities. the friction dragging low moans and whines out of you, your thighs trembling around him.

“fuck, you’re driving me crazy. been staring at you all night,” he muttered, biting the side of your neck hard enough to make you whine. “let’s do something about it, yeah?”

with a grin on his face, he carried you to the bed and dropped you onto the mattress. the springs squeaked under your weight, bouncing. you pushed up onto your elbows just in time to see him crawling over you, eyes dilated.

he yanked his shirt off and tossed it aside, careless. his hands were quickly at your top, dragging it up and off, gaze dropping to watch the way your tits moved with the motion.

he reached for your bra next, fingers hooking the straps and pulling them down your arms in one slow drag. with a smooth motion he unhooked the clasp, throwing your bra far, far away.

both of you were breathing hard. you reached for the back of his neck and dragged him down into another kiss, messy and deep. jisung groaned against your mouth, the sound raw.

“fuck this,” he panted. “come here, baby.”

his mouth was on your tits before you could catch your breath. your face scrunched when he sucked one of your nipples, his tongue flicking fast and erratic, teeth scraping just enough to make your back arch.

“you sound so pretty,” he said, voice muffled against your breast. “wanna hear more of it.”

his free hand squeezed the other breast, thumb rolling over the stiff peak while his hips ground down on your crotch, seeking more friction. you could easily feel how hard he was, the thick ridge of him dragging against your cunt through too many annoying layers.

“ji- shit… please, s-slow down,” you breathed, finger twisting into his hair. your voice sounded broken, eyes blurred.

he left your breast with a short pop, leaving a deep, fast kiss on your lips before switching sides, sucking even harder. the wet sounds his mouth filled the small room.

you moaned loudly, biting your lower lip when you felt his free hand slide down your stomach, popping the button on your shorts and shoving inside. he dragged two fingers above your soaked panties, the warmth sending a sick thrill through him.

“mmmh- stop teasing,” you begged, your wet eyes looking at his.

“y’know your wish is my command, baby.”

he shoved his hand inside your panties right away, finding you already slick when he dragged his fingers through your folds. the amusement and arousal painted across his face.

it was too much, he couldn’t hold back any longer. 

he bit his lip before pushing two fingers in without warning. you moaned and whimpered loudly, hips jerking up to meet his fast paced thrusts.

jisung cupped one of your tits in his hand, pinching and rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. his cock throbbing inside his pants, screaming for attention.

“already this wet? we’ve barely started,” he teased, a pout on his lips. he pumped his fingers faster, curling them on every pull. “chris’s gonna lose his fucking mind when he feels this.”

and like you had summoned him, the door clicked open.

unbothered, jisung looked over his shoulder. that wide heart-shaped smile growing on his face when he found christopher closing the door behind him with deliberate calm, leaning back against it. your cunt clenched around jisung’s fingers, expectantly.

christopher’s eyes traveled over the scene: your bare chest, jisung’s fingers still buried inside you, the small tears threatening to roll down your cheeks any minute now. he smirked slowly, hungry.

“started without me,” he noticed, tilting his head. his eyes fixed on you.

you lifted your head, voice hoarse. “thought you’d never get here...”

his smile sharpened at your words. he pushed off the door and crossed the room quickly. his hand found jisung’s shoulder, squeezing once, firm, before sliding down to cup your face, squeezing your cheeks.

“missed you too, baby,” he left a peck on your swollen lips.

jisung pulled his fingers free with a wet sound, sitting back on his heels with his chest heaving. a satisfied grin on his shiny, wet lips. both of you looked at christopher when he stripped his own shirt off, revealing his toned chest.

he approached the bed with a couple strides, immediately reaching for your shorts, yanking them down your legs along with your panties in one smooth, fast motion.

jisung drooled at the view of your naked body, his hand caressing his crotch, feeling the sick urgency of being buried inside you. 

“want you on your knees. now,” his tone left no room for argument.

you slid off the bed eagerly, obedient. christopher sat on the edge of the mattress, legs spread. he tugged you between his open legs, unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock with ease.

it was already hard, thick, and flushed, the head glistening. you felt your mouth watering at the obscene sight. he wrapped a hand around the base, jerking it lazily with a smile on his face, his eyes never leaving yours.

his hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, tapping the tip of his cock against your lower lip teasingly. your cheeks flushed violently at the shameless action.

“open your mouth, pretty girl,” he demanded, his fingers tangling in your hair. “want you to take it all.”

and you did without hesitation, desperate for the feeling of him fucking your mouth until your brain melts.

your eyes sparkled with excitement when his cock slid slowly inside, letting you feel every inch until the head nudged the back of your throat. the full feeling lit you on fire, the heat on your lower abdomen bursting.

“there you go,” he cooed, his thumb stroking your cheek. “just like that, good job.”

you watched him nod to jisung, who was almost in a trance watching the scene developing in front of him.

you could hear him unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans behind you, his warm hands brushing along your back until his fingers dug down on your hips, possessive.

a sharp inhale left you when he dragged you backwards until your ass was pressed against his dick. his hands caressed your thighs, pushing them apart gently, barely holding himself together when he saw your entrance willing for him and only him.

“gonna fuck you while you suck him,” jisung purred, voice bright and filthy. “ready for that, pretty girl?”

a small nod was all he needed. you sobbed aggressively when jisung’s blunt head nudged your soaked, slippery hole. losing your mind every time his free hand squeezed your ass, licking his lower lip.

jisung sank deeper, thrusting in hard until he felt the flushed head of his cock poking your cervix harshly. the stretch punched a moan out of you that vibrated around christopher’s length, making him hiss with pleasure.

“god… look at you. bet you’re dying for me to come in your mouth,” christopher hummed, smiling smugly. his grip on your hair tighter.

you nodded too quickly, too desperately. hollowing your cheeks, you shoved forward onto his cock, not stopping until your nose brushed the trimmed hair at his base. he petted your hair delicately, gripping your hair hard to guide your head in short, deep, controlled thrusts that matched jisung’s pace.

his hips stuttered, your gagging noises arousing him even more. the warm, slick feeling of your mouth sucking his length so eagerly dragging groans and whines out of him. he wouldn’t last any longer if you kept doing it this good.

“y-yeah, eyes on me, pretty girl,” he panted, biting his lower lip, frowning. “wanna see your cute face when i come in your mouth.”

your eyes were pinned on his aroused expression, fighting the urge to roll them back with every stimulus both of them gave you.

some tears started to fall down your cheeks when his thrusts began quicker, chasing his own orgasm now.

his hand gripped on the bedsheets under him, shutting his eyes tight when he started spilling into your mouth. hot pulses hit the back of your throat, making you choke with the big load that was sliding down it.

“shit- wanna see you swallow it,” he whined, releasing the grip on your hair slowly and pulling out his dick with a soft pop.

you did it, swallowing all of it with effort until there was nothing left. you opened your mouth shakily, peeking your tongue out for him. and christopher could just come right there just from that obscene image of you.

and even when you started panting for air, jisung didn’t let you catch a break at all.

the slow thrusts he maintained for a while started to grow a brutal pace, hips slapping against your ass, making it recoil. his smirk growing at the wet sound of your cunt taking him loud and obscene.

“mmh- so tight. made for my dick,” he panted, slapping your ass twice, making you cry loudly. “you must like being used like this, huh?” his voice was lewd, nasty. “our little frat house toy.”

his words hit somewhere deep and hot inside you, making your cunt clench around his cock even tighter. he reached around to rub your clit in tight circles, his fingers were relentless, slick with your arousal. the sensation of his cock pounding into you quickly unraveling you.

christopher caressed your face, shoving his thumb inside your parted mouth. your eyes darted at him, half-lidded.

“look at you, dripping down his cock already,” he mocked, drinking in every inch of your face.

“oh shit- you’re milking me so fucking hard,” jisung huffed, giggling breathless at your broken, incoherent moans. “be good and come for me, baby.”

your eyes rolled back when his pace became even wilder, messier. it was almost animalistic, making you whimper with each deep, erratic thrust. 

“it’s- s’too much, jisung…” you cried, your face scrunched, drooling over christopher’s fingers. “fuck, feel so full… mmh- so, so c-close...”

his free hand slid up your spine and fisted in your hair, pulling your head back further until your throat was exposed. he leaned in, leaving some open-mouthed kisses and sucking your skin before his teeth scraped the shell of your ear.

your legs went numb when your orgasm hit sharp and sudden, thighs shaking, a broken sound tearing out of your abused, sore throat. your whole body was shaking, your hands closed into fists while your head dropped down, shut your wet eyes close.

and jisung fucked you through it, his pace never faltering, until your cunt stopped fluttering around him. his hands brushing your back, soothing you until you came back from your high.

“oh shit-” his legs jerked, hips chasing you. “gonna cum inside you, fuck- you’re milking me…” he babbled, whispering low on your ear.

his whole body was shaking, overstimulated, his only thought being the feeling of your pussy gripping him desperately, completely soaked. his hands went to your tits, squeezing them and using them as support.

his cock twitched helplessly inside you, pulsing as he spilled deep inside you. his fingers dug into your breasts hard enough to leave red marks on them. it was messy, you could feel it leaking down your thighs already.

“you did a good job,” christopher praised, his voice warm, soothing. “shower’s down the hall. we’ll clean you up.”

jisung pressed a kiss on your cheek, way softer now, while pulling out of you gently. a wicked smile across his face when he saw the mess he created between your legs. he ran a hand through his sweaty hair, sighing loudly.

“then… we can go home and do whatever you want,” he blinked, sticking his tongue out a little, teasing.

you laughed, hoarse, and let them pull you upright between them after getting dressed up again. christopher’s arm stayed around your waist while jisung’s fingers laced through yours.

christopher pushed the door open with his shoulder, one arm hooked under minho’s.

“i’m up on five minutes,” christopher panted, already half-turned toward the hallway. “please, patch him up. minho, don’t misbehave.”

you looked up from the supply cart, partially ignoring christopher’ words. you knew exactly who you were the second christopher said his name.

the smell hit you first. antiseptic, sweat, the copper edge of blood. you turned your head slightly to minho, scanning his face, looking for any serious injury. his eyebrow was split, blood tracking down his temple in a thin line. a bruise was already blooming along his sharp jaw.

christopher didn’t wait for an answer. he didn’t have time, not even if he wanted to keep an eye on both of you. he sighed, shoved minho forward until his back met the wall. he was still kinda dizzy after the punch he receive on the ring, even if it was a friendly round.

after giving you a quick glance and a supportive nod, christopher disappeared down the hallway.

minho stayed where he was left, weight on one leg, breathing heavy through his nose. his tank top clung to his chest, dark patches spreading under the arms. he was watching you with that look he only gave you when no one else was around. half challenge, half invitation.

like a cat deciding whether you were worth trusting or just another toy worth batting around.

you grabbed gloves and a sterile packet. when you looked over your shoulder, his sharp, sparking eyes were already on you.

“please, minho, sit down,” you said quietly, nodding toward the exam table. 

but he didn’t move right away. just looked at you, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. then he snorted and dropped onto the metal table. the paper crinkled under his weight. 

you stepped between his knees. the grin that pulled at his mouth was small but unmistakable. your eyes went to the small cut above his eyebrow. it was clean, but deep enough to need pressure. you tore the packet open, soaked the gauze on antiseptic, and pressed gently. 

minho hissed through his teeth, face tightening. “s-shit…”

“hold still. it’s almost over,” you murmured, keeping your voice even.

his hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening. his brows stayed furrowed, but a small smile still sat on his lips. 

“hard to when you’re this close,” he said, teasingly. his voice was low, still rough from the round. “you’re driving me crazy.”

you didn’t answer. you tried to ignore the way his proximity was already fucking with your head, your pulse skipping every time his breath hit your neck. you knew he was just teasing. always teasing. but something inside you still wanted him to mean it. 

you wiped the blood away in slow strokes, watching the cut, making sure it stayed clean. his skin burned under your fingers. your hands shook a little when the gauze brushed near his plump lips. 

“chris trusts you with everything,” minho continued. “his shoulder, his hands, every little problem. but he still left like he thought i’d do something to you without asking.”

“he doesn’t think that, don’t be silly,” you said, reaching for more antiseptic. “besides, you know i can handle you perfectly fine.”

he laughed once, short. his eyes followed you as you moved, slow and deliberate. the cut on his cheekbone needed attention too. 

the antiseptic stung, burning like hell. his thigh flexed against your hip when you dabbed, making you jerk, surprised. your eyes snapped to his, worried.

“fuck, that fucking hurts” he muttered, biting his lower lip, one eye squeezed shut. 

“we’re almost done with this part,” you whispered, trying to calm him down.

you leaned in closer to check the edges, checking that everything was in order. his breath hit your cheek now, feeling warm but steady. the distance between you almost inexistent. he didn’t lean back anyways, enjoying every inch of it. 

“been thinking about this,” he murmured, voice raw. you shuddered, feeling your knees going weak. “you touching me so careful,” he leaned closer, his nose brushing your cheek. “so close i could pin you under me right now.”

you straightened fast, face burning, heartbeat pounding in your ears. your hand landed on his chest without thinking. his muscles shifted under your palm, his breathing already heavier. 

“minho, you’re talking nonsense,” you stated, examining his face with amusement. “stop fucking around. now.”

his grin widened, that cocky, irritating thing that always made your stomach flip. you wondered if it was normal to get this turned on just from the way he looked at you. 

he caught your wrist before you could step away. it wasn’t hard, he didn’t want to put pressure on you. he was pressing just enough to keep you there.

“make me,” he whispered, the words slow on his tongue. the corner of his mouth lifted when he felt your pulse jump under his fingers. 

you pulled your hand free but didn’t walk away. if anything, you leaned in a little more, already missing the heat of him. your head was spinning. was he just being an asshole, or did he actually want this as much as you did? 

his hand found your hip, thumb pressing under the waistband of your scrubs. his eyes were half-lidded, fixed on your mouth. 

“tell me to stop and i will,” he said, leaning closer. “just say it.”

but you didn’t. you couldn’t. you wanted this as badly as he seemed to. 

his palm slid higher, under the hem of your top, skin on skin. you were going insane. you were touch-starved or maybe just reacting to him. you couldn’t care less which one. 

“tell me,” he repeated, voice lower, hungrier.

his other hand hooked into your belt loop and pulled you in until your thigh pressed between his. your lower abdomen tightened when you felt how hard he already was, the outline obvious through the thin fabric of his shorts. 

“minho-” you whimpered, eyes wide when his fingers dug into your skin before wandering on your back.

“shh. be quiet,” he tugged you forward until you were straddling one of his thighs, feet still touching the floor. “need you to reach for that bandage behind me.”

you blinked slowly, brained fogged. you don’t understand what he was planning. without thinking, you stretched over his shoulder, looking for what he asked you for. your tits brushed his face unintentionally, making you jerk embarrassed.

minho turned his head and mouthed at the skin above your collar, teeth scraping, tongue dragging. he didn’t let you pull back. instead he rolled his thigh up once, slow, the muscle flexing under you. 

the seam of your scrubs dragged against your clit through your soaked panties. a high, broken moan slipped out, followed by a string of whimpers. 

“there it is,” he said against your throat, smiling like he’d won something. “been waiting to hear that.”

you tried to shift off but he caught your hips with both hands and held you there. your head was getting foggy. he guided you into another slow grind, longer this time. the friction was dull and frustrating, exactly enough to make your breath catch. you could feel how wet you already were, fabric clinging, soaked.

“minho, someone could-”

“the door’s locked. chris is busy for another twenty minutes at least,” he said, almost too fast, then caught your mouth in a hard, needy kiss. 

he dragged you forward again, harder. your clit caught the ridge of muscle and you jerked. your hands clenched on his shoulders. moans and whines kept spilling out. 

“f-fuck,” you whimpered, lips parted. “feels so good…”

“that’s it, darling,” his voice low and rough in your ear. “ride it. please yourself with me.”

and you did. small movements at first, testing. then faster, clumsier as he encouraged you. the table creaked under the erratic movement. his hands stayed firm on your hips, thumbs digging in, controlling the angle. 

every roll of your hips sent heat up your spine, your panties panties clung, soaked through, the fabric rasping over your swollen clit with every pass. minho’s breath hit the shell of your ear, low and amused. 

“look at you,” he murmured, his fingers wound into your hair and tugged, just enough to tip your head back. “little nurse getting off on my thigh like she’s been thinking about it for weeks.”

a broken sound slipped out before you could bite it down. minho’s thumb caught your lower lip, pulling it free, dragging slowly across the wet skin. 

“don’t hide it from me. i want every sound”

your mouth chased his again, clumsy, teeth clicking, tongues sliding. he bit your lip hard enough to sting and soothed it with a slow lick. the pressure between your legs coiled tighter, sharper.

his hand slid under your waistband, under the ruined cotton, and found you dripping. two fingers stroked through your folds without pushing in, just gliding over the mess you’d made.

“fuck,” he breathed, laughing softly. “this wet already?”

your hips jerked, rhythm faltering. he stopped immediately, palm cupping your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his. 

“don’t stop because i’m touching you. keep going. be a good girl.”

and you really tried, but the combination of his thigh and his fingers made your thighs shake wild. he circled your clit over and over again. he kept the pressure steady, deliberate, watching every twitch of your face, every time your eyes rolled. 

without warning he pushed two fingers inside, thick and sudden. your moan tore out loud enough to echo off the metal cabinets. your forehead dropped to his. the stretch burned sweet. 

“holy shit, minho- you are- please, i need you to-” you moaned, head above the sky. your voice was shaky, numb.

“i know, i know,” his voice was soothing, calm.

he curled his fingers, found the spot that made your vision spark, and fucked you in short, brutal thrusts while you ground down on his thigh. the wet sound of it filled the room, obscene, constant. every forward roll pressed his palm against your clit again.

“ah! yes, yes- just right there, min- fuck!”

you were close too fast. minho felt the first flutter around his fingers and pulled them out. you whined, high and broken, hips chasing nothing. he snorted, pressed a quick kiss to your swollen mouth.

“not yet,” he mumbled, his voice raw. he lifted you, set you on the edge of the table between his spread knees. “keep your knees there and come here.”

you climbed up, obedient, knees already aching against cold metal. minho shoved his shorts down just far enough. his cock sprang free, flushed dark, tip glistening. he wrapped a hand around the base and gave one lazy stroke, eyes locked on yours.

“open your mouth,” he demanded, voice firm.

you pressed your thighs together, mouth watering. the second your lips parted he guided himself in, slow at first, then deeper when his hand settled at the back of your head. he didn’t force. he just held you there, thumb stroking behind your ear while you worked him with your tongue, licking from base to tip, hollowing your cheeks, taking him until your throat fluttered around the head.

“fuck, that’s good- so tight, so warm…” he muttered, his head falling back against the wall. “been thinking about your mouth for weeks.”

your cunt clenched around nothing. he pushed you deeper until you gagged, tears pricking. you bobbed faster, sloppy, spit running down his shaft. every time he felt too close he tugged you off, breathing hard, cock twitching against your tongue.

he seem to love to fuck your face, your eyes staying as long as you could on his before rolling them back.

he pulled you off completely, panting loudly. his chest was going up and down wildly, his hair sticking to his forehead. you could see his lips parted, his tongue licking them slowly.

“turn around,” he whined, trying to sound as firm as he could.

you barely started moving before he dragged you back into his lap, your back to his chest this time. one hand spread your thighs wide while the other shoved three fingers back inside you without preamble. you cried out, back arching, hands scrabbling for the table edge. he fucked you steady and deep, curling on every thrust, his other hand rubbing tight circles over your clit.

“come on”, he panted against your neck, teeth scraping. “want to feel you lose it.”

he was panting and groaning in your ear, spreading kisses on your shoulder and neck, sucking hard enough to leave some more marks there.

he really wanted everyone to know you were with someone, even if they didn’t know it was him.

“m-minho- oh fuck, you… mmmh- s’too much, i can’t take more- so close…” your voice was a mess, unable to talk coherently.

minho snorted, making his moves faster. “come for me. want to see your face while you come.”

he fucked you steady and deep. he wasn’t going to let you catch any break. he needed you long enough to let you go away just like that.

“min! m’gonna-” you shouted, too gone to think about where you were.

you came with a broken shout, thighs shaking so hard the table rattled. minho didn’t stop until you were twitching and whimpering, oversensitive. only then did he pull his fingers free. you watched through half-lidded eyes as he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, slow, deliberate. licking them as if it was a treat. your cheeks lighten up, unable to look away.

“tastes as sweet as you look”, he murmured, licking his lips. “now, be a good girl for me and let me fuck you.”

you nodded, frantic. he lifted you just enough to line up and pulled you down onto his cock in one smooth motion. the stretch was deeper than his fingers, thicker. he bottomed out and held you there, both hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. you could feel his warm breath against your neck, hearing him hiss when you took him fully.

“move, darling. wanna watch you bouncing on it,” he said, smugly. that cocky tone never leaving his voice.

but you couldn’t wait any more. 

you started slow, getting used to the thickness, then faster, riding him hard enough that the table legs scraped the floor. skin slapped wetly, sweat slid down your spine. minho kept one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit even though you were still sensitive, the other gripping your tits, feeling them bounce. his eyes stayed fixed on where you took him, lips parted, breathing ragged. 

his face shrink, feeling his own orgasm coming. his hands gripped your waist again, making your moves faster, erratic. your moans never stopped, getting louder and louder with each thrust. both of you were a sweaty, wet mess.

“g-gonna come,” he said against your shoulder, panting. “need to come inside you, please… fuck, you’re milking me good.”

“y-yes! do it, min. need you to cum inside me… oh, god-”

you nodded fast, taking his lips with yours in an urgent kiss. his tongue wandered on your mouth, his teeth clenched on your lower lip when he felt that hot wave hit him.

he finished hard, a bigger amount of what you expected. you could feel him throbbing inside you, his shaky hands caressing your body. his broken sounds being muffled against your bare skin. you could feel how you started leaking, his cum dripping between you.

and neither of you moved for a long moment. even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stand on your own feet right now. and minho didn’t look any better, his face hidden on your back while his breath sounded erratic, ragged.

you could hear him laugh once, quietly, before pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder. no words needed, his hands tugging you on a warm, soft hug.

the door was still locked. outside, the sound of another round starting filtered through the walls.

but here, inside, minho’s fingers traced slow circles on your skin like he had nowhere else to be.