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Later that day, he arrived at the company building in a hurry, weaving through the hallways. He greeted a few coworkers on the way, but noticed they were all giving him oddly embarrassed looks. It started to make him wonder if there was something wrong with his face.

"Dude, you took a lif—"

Jiseok started as soon as he saw him, only to cut himself off.

"Wait..."

Jiseok stepped closer, followed by Seungmin and Junhan, both staring at him curiously. Meanwhile, Jungsu and Jooyeon were busy with their instruments.

"What? Everyone's been looking at me weird ever since I left home," Gunil grumbled.

"Well... you might want to look in a mirror," Junhan said calmly.

Jiseok immediately burst out laughing while Seungmin still looked mildly shocked.

"Huh?"

Gunil walked over to the rehearsal room mirror. The moment he saw his reflection, shock and embarrassment flooded his face, turning it bright red.

"OH MY GOD."

There it was; a perfect mark of your red lipstick right on the curve of his jaw.

Gunil hesitantly raised a hand, intending to wipe it away. Honestly, he kind of wanted to leave it there, but he was at work.

"Aish, hyung, você é mesmo um tremendo paquerador", provocou Jiseok, balançando a cabeça.

Later, he sent you a message about it, and all you could do was laugh.

Kim Jungsu

Let's say the two of you had a pretty intense make-out session that morning. You were on top of him, attacking his pretty neck while he let out those lovely heavy sighs for you, his ears red, his hair messy, his hands gripping your waist or whatever skin of yours happened to be within reach. At some point, he simply felt you mark him with a big hickey. Jungsu admits that, at the time, he didn't even care and actually leaned into you, letting you use him however you wanted.

But now, standing in front of the mirror, looking at the huge purple mark and knowing he has rehearsal in half an hour, he realizes just how badly he messed up.

"Honey, I'm sorry... I forgot you had rehearsal today." You pouted from the bathroom doorway.

"It's okay, love. I'll just wear a scarf." He smiled softly at you.

"But it's like 30 degrees outside." You looked at him in surprise.

"Relax, nobody's going to suspect anything."

Everyone suspected something.

"Hyung, why are you wearing a scarf? It's really hot." Junhan, being the observant person he was, asked quietly, making everyone else wonder why he was wearing a scarf in that unbearable heat.

Jungsu let out a forced laugh and quickly shook his head, his ears turning red.

"It's nothing serious. Just a bit of style." He raised an eyebrow.

"Just take it off already, Mr. Fashion Icon," Jooyeon said jokingly, catching him off guard as he lightly tugged at the scarf.

The playful and confused looks immediately turned into expressions of horror when they saw the huge mark on their friend's neck.

"WHAT?" Jooyeon said in shock.

"Guys, it's not—" Jungsu tried to explain, but honestly, there was nothing he could do. He'd been caught, and he was blushing like a tomato.

"It's not a huge hickey? Yes, it is." O.de laughed, shaking his head.

"Guys, focus. Forget about it." Gunil said from behind the drums.

"I think this is going to traumatize me forever." Jooyeon shook his head.

Jungsu really had no luck.

But the embarrassment would be worth it just to see you laughing later when he told you about it.

O.De (Oh Seungmin)

Seungmin knows there's a huge lipstick mark on his cheek.

He just happens to like it.

And no, he's not going to wipe it off.

The two of you had planned a date today. Earlier, he'd texted you saying he was outside waiting to pick you up. The moment you got into the car, he couldn't stop looking at you, especially at your lips painted in a deep crimson shade.

"You're so pretty..." he smiled, gently taking your hand in his.

"Hello to you too, love..." you laughed before leaning over and planting a big kiss on his cheek.

Then your eyes widened.

"Oh... I forgot I was wearing lipstick. Sorry—"

You cut yourself off as you noticed the bright red mark left on his cheek.

"Don't apologize for that!" he laughed, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek in return. "I like it..."

The confession came out quietly, shyly.

You couldn't help smiling. He was so cute.

What neither of you expected was running into Gunil, Jooyeon, and Gaon at the exact same place as your date.

The second you walked through the door, there they were.

The Three Horsemen of Teasing.

And yes, they were absolutely going to say something.

You greeted them while trying not to look embarrassed. At that point, it was already too late for Seungmin to wipe the lipstick off, so he settled for blushing instead.

Not that he minded.

He still liked knowing you'd left your mark on him.

"Hyung... I think you've got something on your cheek," Jiseok started to say.

Immediately, Jooyeon smacked his arm and shot him a look that clearly meant, Dude. Don't.

"Oh! It's nothing important," Seungmin replied with an awkward smile.

Standing beside him, you suddenly found yourself unable to say a single word. Running into the most mischievous members possible had made the atmosphere painfully awkward.

"Right... well, we're leaving anyway. Enjoy your date," Gunil quickly said, doing his best to redirect everyone's attention away from the very obvious lipstick mark on Seungmin's cheek.

"Yeah... see you later."

You waved goodbye too, offering them a small smile.

Later that night, Jiseok was definitely going to bring this up in the group chat with all the members.

Without a doubt.

Seungmin was doomed.

Poor guy.

All he wanted was to enjoy a nice date with his girlfriend.

Gaon (Kwak Jiseok)

Poor innocent boy.

You attacked him before he could leave to meet the other members.

You didn't want him to go because you'd been feeling clingy all day, but you understood that he'd made plans with the guys a long time ago. So, as revenge, you pinned him against the bed, climbed onto his lap, and kissed him.

Not that he was complaining.

Of course he wasn't.

The real revenge came later, though.

Somewhere in the middle of your make-out session, you'd left a hickey on his neck. Gaon hadn't even noticed. He'd been far too distracted by the warmth of your body, his hands squeezing your waist while he whined softly for your attention.

"Are you really going to leave me?" you pouted between kisses.

"Stop trying to manipulate me!" he laughed, squeezing his eyes shut before tickling your side.

You burst into laughter and collapsed beside him on the bed.

Meanwhile, you couldn't stop smiling.

Your plan had worked perfectly.

The mark on his neck only seemed to deepen against his pale, sensitive skin.

"Fineeee! You can go now. Goodbye."

Still laughing, you pushed him away with your foot.

Gaon immediately grabbed your ankle and pulled you slightly toward him, making you laugh even harder.

"Go already..." you said between giggles.

"I'm going, I'm going."

Finally, he stood up and blew you a kiss.

"I won't be long, pretty. Promise."

"Yeah, I know you won't."

You smiled, completely satisfied with yourself.

And honestly, he didn't think much of it.

On the way to the restaurant, though, Gaon started feeling a little self-conscious.

People kept giving him strange looks.

Was his hair weird?

Did he have something on his face?

Why was everyone staring?

Unable to figure it out, he simply kept walking, making a mental note to ask the members if something looked wrong once he got there.

By the time he arrived, everyone was already seated around the table, chatting over drinks.

The moment he greeted them, Jungsu stared at him in shock and nearly dropped his chopsticks.

Jooyeon immediately burst out laughing.

The rest looked equally horrified.

"Dude, were you kidnapped by vampires or something?" Jooyeon asked. "What the hell happened to your neck?"

"What? What are you talking about? That's ridiculous."

Gaon frowned and quickly pulled out his phone to check his reflection.

Oh.

There it was.

Possibly the biggest hickey he'd ever received in his entire life.

He gently touched the mark, wincing when it turned out to be slightly sore.

"Ah... damn it."

He stared at it in disbelief.

You had actually done this.

Part of him wanted to be annoyed.

The other part just wanted to laugh and maybe get revenge by leaving an even worse one on you later.

"Just sit down already," Seungmin sighed.

"How am I supposed to act normal with this thing on my neck?" Gaon complained.

Still, he sat down anyway.

Eventually, everyone at the table learned how to ignore what was easily the largest hickey any of them had ever seen.

And later that night, you laughed so hard at his reaction that you nearly cried.

Of course, Gaon got his revenge too.

Something tells me this little hickey competition between the two of you might continue for quite a while.

Anyway...

Junhan (Han Hyeongjun)

Hyeongjun had been absentmindedly playing his guitar for a while, occasionally glancing over at you as you got ready to meet your friends.

He had rehearsal with the boys later too, but he couldn't seem to focus on anything except watching you.

It was one of his favorite things to do.

Watching you get ready.

The way you stood in front of the mirror, carefully checking every detail, adding the final touches to your makeup... he could spend hours looking at you.

Your red lipstick looked especially pretty today.

Pretty enough that he completely lost track of time.

So much so that he didn't even notice you standing right in front of him.

"Junhan, sweetheart. You're late."

"Ah."

That was all he said, but you could tell he'd immediately realized his mistake.

He hurriedly checked through his bag, searching for the sheet music he needed for rehearsal.

"Damn it... I swear it was here..." he muttered to himself.

Without saying a word, you held the papers up in front of him.

"Looking for these?"

You smiled.

"Oh."

A shy smile spread across his face.

"Thank you."

He carefully tucked the sheets into his bag.

Since you were about to leave soon as well, you walked him to the door.

As soon as he finished putting on his shoes, a mischievous idea crossed your mind.

Before he could react, you cupped his cheeks in both hands.

Junhan froze instantly.

"Good luck at rehearsal."

Then you planted a loud kiss right on his cheek.

His face scrunched slightly under your hands.

"You're being strangely affectionate today..."

He narrowed his eyes playfully at you, making you laugh.

"Go already!"

You gently pushed him toward the door.

Junhan smiled and finally left, heading to rehearsal in an unusually good mood.

Some time later, he arrived at the practice room.

The company building was surprisingly quiet today, so he hadn't really run into anyone in the hallways.

He entered the room quietly, offering a soft greeting before taking his seat.

He began organizing his sheet music and setting up his things.

But something felt... off.

The room had gone completely silent.

Usually, the boys were loud.

There was always conversation, laughter, somebody arguing about something.

Now?

Nothing.

When Junhan finally looked up, everyone was staring at him.

Seungmin was trying (and failing) not to smile.

"Damn, Jun. Are you living your honeymoon phase or something?" he asked with an amused grin.

"Huh?"

Junhan blinked, immediately growing a little embarrassed.

"Bro. Mirror," Jiseok said quietly.

Still confused, Junhan turned toward the practice room mirror.

His eyes widened.

Then he blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Right there on the center of his cheek was a bright red lipstick mark.

A very obvious lipstick mark.

One that anyone in the room could see.

"Oh."

That was his entire reaction.

"Oh?" Seungmin repeated. "That's all you've got to say?"

Junhan didn't answer.

He kept staring at the reflection, quietly considering whether he should wipe it off or not.

Eventually, he raised the sleeve of his hoodie and gently rubbed the mark away.

Trying very hard not to smile. Trying very hard not to look pleased.

And feeling just a little shy about the whole thing. But he liked it.

He just wasn't the type to make a big deal out of it.

The others eventually managed to continue rehearsal after recovering from the shock.

A little later, your phone buzzed with a message.

"I found your masterpiece."

You immediately started laughing.

Lee Jooyeon

During a particularly exhausting rehearsal, you stopped by to drop off some cookies you'd baked earlier for Jooyeon.

The moment he saw you standing in the doorway, he practically lit up.

Immediately abandoning his bass, he waved both hands at you excitedly and quickly informed the members he'd be right back.

His smile only grew wider once he got closer.

You looked beautiful.

Your red lipstick stood out against your smile as you held the container of cookies.

Unable to help himself, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose.

You laughed and turned your head away.

"Oh my God, are these for me?"

His eyes widened when he noticed the chocolate chip cookies.

"Of course they are! But remember to share with your teammates."

You pointed at him in mock seriousness.

Jooyeon immediately stuck his tongue out at you.

"I'm obviously going to hide and eat all of them. Gunil will destroy these in five minutes if I don't."

"You're ridiculous!"

You laughed, and he joined in while finally taking the cookies from your hands.

"Thank you, pretty. I promise I'll be home later."

"You say that like we're a retired married couple."

"Aren't we?"

That earned another laugh from you.

Then, with an innocent smile that was anything but innocent, you stepped closer.

Before he could react, you planted a loud kiss on his left cheek.

Jooyeon scrunched up his face dramatically.

"Good luck at rehearsal, then, my elderly husband. See you later."

You smiled sweetly, fully aware of the trouble you'd just caused.

"Bye, my elderly wife."

He waved one last time before heading back inside.

The moment he walked into the practice room, he proudly lifted the container.

"Guys! I bring cookies for the people!"

Everyone looked up.

Then immediately stopped.

And stared.

"What?" Jooyeon frowned.

Why was everyone looking at him like that?

Jiseok finally broke first, pointing at his face while trying not to laugh.

"Damn, Jooyeon. Are you seriously this romantic?"

The room erupted into snickers.

"What are you even talking about?"

Jooyeon looked completely lost.

"Please go look in a mirror," Jungsu said, sounding exhausted already.

Still confused, Jooyeon set the cookies down and wandered over to the practice room mirror.

A second later, he found the problem.

There, bright and obvious on his left cheek, was a perfect lipstick kiss mark in your signature red shade.

For a moment, he simply stared at it.

Then he laughed.

As if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Oh."

That was it.

He turned back toward the members.

The members, meanwhile, seemed deeply disturbed by how unbothered he was.

"Dude, you should be embarrassed!" Jiseok pointed at him with a look of exaggerated disgust.

"Why would I be embarrassed?" Jooyeon asked.

He genuinely seemed confused.

"My girlfriend kissed me. I don't know if you're aware of this, Jiseok, but couples tend to do that."

The teasing grin on his face only made things worse.

Jiseok immediately pretended to gag.

Junhan covered his face in secondhand embarrassment.

Jungsu looked one minor inconvenience away from climbing out the nearest window.

And yes.

Jooyeon absolutely left the lipstick mark exactly where it was.

During another break in rehearsal, your phone buzzed with a message.

"Next time, please leave one on the other side too. Having it on only one cheek made it look uneven >:("

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He does NOT know where he is, I’m sorry. All he knows is the aftershocks and sensitivity, his cock still throbbing, probably still inside you, if we’re being honest. He’s the type to pull you close to him and stay inside you, not wanting to 1. Leave you empty and 2. Stop feeling you around him, wet and warm. As much as he’d like to vocalize praise, the best he could do would be growly little pants and whines, letting his head fall backwards and his hair stick to his forehead with sweat, his eyes doing most of the talking.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Fingers. That’s it, that’s the whole answer. No, I’m kidding. But seriously,,, you already know he loves to watch his fingers disappear inside you, curling up in little waves, or putting his fingers in your mouth when you ride him… 

On his partner… everyone says he’s a boob man, or a munch, and while I AGREE! I think his favorite part on his partner would be their lips… maybe I’m projecting my own desires here but is he not the type to love to feel you suck hickeys onto his neck? The kind of guy who’d grab a fist full of your hair and guide your lips wherever he wanted, teasing himself with your mouth until you wrapped your lips around him where he wanted you most? Yeah.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I can’t see him being into cum play, honestly. BUT! I will say… it’s going inside you, one way or another. Either in your mouth (where he’ll make you prove you swallowed) or in you the other way where he’d keep fucking it into you as he rode it out… yeah.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Now… bear with me on this… I can’t stop thinking about how he probably owns a fleshlight… how his hand isn’t enough to get himself off sometimes so he needs something that reminds him of how good it feels to have his cock inside you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Inexperienced enough to still be in the stages of coming a little too quickly, just because he can’t control himself, but he knows what he’s doing… there’s no way he doesn’t. He knows how to hold your hips down while he thrusts into you, leaving small bruises from his grip strength. His pace isn’t super steady yet, but honestly, it just serves to tease you more… you’d beg for him to fuck you harder and faster and he’d try… and he’d succeed when you least expect it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything where he can see your face, really. Missionary, cowgirl, all the basic ones, but they’re so much more than basic to him. He loves watching you gasp out and moan when he fucks you, getting needier every time your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth falls open, going faster every time you bite your lip and whine from how deep he feels.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s goofy but never during sex… always before or after. He’s so the type to say things like “I made it clap” or give you playful spanks and bites.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Simple, as always, but hear me out on this. I think he’s all natural. Obviously well groomed, but… all natural. And we loveeee to see it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I’m not gonna call it not intimate, but it’s not rose petals and lace romantic. He loves to mark you as his, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over you - some where only the two of you can see, but some where everyone can see. The act of letting him mark you and knowing he doesn’t have to hold back in doing so is so intimate for him, it makes him… feral?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

LISTEN. Listen to me. Stay with me on this. He stands up. Just. LISTEN!!!! Holding himself up with one hand pressed against the wall or leaning back so that if he stumbles backwards, the wall or his bed behind him would break his fall… but. The way his hair would fall around his face as he moved his hand, soft little grunts and groans falling from his lips… the way he’d come on himself and gasp out shakily… someone sedate me please… one day I’ll expand on this… I am not strong enough right now.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Marking!! Dare I even go so far as to include collaring and that kind of power play? Not necessarily with any specifics of pet play or anything in that realm of labels, but owning you, in a way. Of course, he’d not only accept your autonomy but encourage it but during sex… you might as well turn your brain off because you’re his. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I can see him being into experimenting with public stuff but only teasing… he’s not gonna pull his cock out anywhere but he’d happily grab your ass, give you a couple playful spanks, maybe wrap his hand around your throat for the briefest of moments when you were alone…

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

So marking, right? Seeing the remnants of that will always be a turn on for him. Be it the little bruises he’d left on your hips or thighs, the hickeys he’d left on your neck and collarbone… the memories would come flooding back and would make him need to mark you more.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

You know… I can’t imagine he’d be into impact play outside of spanking. Marking is one thing but hitting you feels like… too much for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Everyone give it up for our resident munch!! Pussy for breakfast lunch and dinner! AND!!! Getting his hair pulled a little when he eats you out… that would only make him go faster. BUT I will also say… he is so the type to love getting head just as much. 69? Invented for him. What’s better than feeling your mouth around his cock while you sit on his face?

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on what he’s doing… sex can be both, but is more fast paced and needy, giving you head is slow and teasing at first before he really gets lost in it all, as if he can’t get enough of you. Foreplay? Slow, I would say. Like he’d take his sweet time licking your neck and sucking hickeys onto you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies aren’t his favorite thing but he’ll never say no, especially if the quickie just included him dropping to his knees, pulling one of your legs over his shoulders, reaching up to tease you and eating you out at the same time. Conversely, he’d be down to get head from you as a quickie too, especially if you had been teasing him but you both weren’t feeling like going through the entire motions of sex.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes but also no… I think he’d be very much into talk of it where he’d be super into the idea of of some things, and just discussing him would get him hard, but then some post nut clarity would hit and he would realize that there are some things he’d try with you, but mostly, he just wants you. The one thing in the back of my mind with this is wax play specifically… because he seems the type to get hard talking about dripping wax on you and watching you squirm but when you’d light a candle (just in general) he’d look at it and think about it and realize that… maybe not. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

As long as he hasn’t been touched, he can go for a while… he could lay between your legs and eat you out until you physically couldn’t come anymore. But once you touch him? It’s already the beginning of the end. He’d get so needy at your touch, needing to be inside you and fucking into you. It’s not that he comes embarrassingly fast, he can keep going for a while (like twenty minutes, at max), but he’s done after one round… he gives it his all. That isn’t to say that round two couldn’t come later, but it would be a few hours, at least.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Listen. I talk about this in the wildcard one so go look at that but that specific thing aside, I think he’d be into teasing you with vibrators for sure. Though, he’s a cocky lil thing… nothing but his cock goes inside you because he knows how to make you feel much better than a toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Is this even a question? He is THE tease. He invented teasing. Edging you with his tongue… daring to tempt you with his fingers only to not even put them in you, leaving you clenching around nothing just to hear you whine and beg for him. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

As much as I would love him to be loud… he just isn’t. Well, he is but he isn’t. He’s not going to be screaming and moaning so loud that the whole world could hear him, but he’s for sure not silent. Grunting and whining and moaning out enough for you to hear, and maybe people through the wall if he was needy enough for you that he couldn’t hold back.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

Oh my god, listen to me. Maybe I’m projecting on insane levels right now but listen. Tell me he wouldn’t LOVE those bluetooth vibrators that he could control with his phone… going out with you on a really long date, teasing you for hours… the way he’d “accidentally” turn it all the way up when you’d be on your tiptoes grabbing something high up… the way he’d just play with it and move it up and down and watch you have the briefest of moments of relief before teasing you again. BONUS!!! Turning it on high and leaving it on high the entire drive home… challenging you not to come before you get there… ohhh my god someone needs to throw me into the grand canyon.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

On a scale of 1 to 10… I’m putting him at a 7… he can function like a normal person, but god when he wants it… he wants it. He’d never pressure you for sex, but he’s absolutely not shy about asking for it when he wants it. He knows it’s not a need, even when it feels like one - like he knows he can jack off if you’re not in the mood but come on… he’d get hard at you just settling into his lap, of course he’d ask if you wanted to do something about the boner you just gave him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

"Joo, I need you to sit still for me, you can do that, can't you?"

If Jooyeon were a dog, his fluffy ears would be pushed to the back of his head by now from the way he was frowning and writhing with need. His mouth might as well have been coated with his spit by how much he was drooling, just taking in the sight of you on top of him.

Your thighs were on either sides of his hips. His shaky hands gripping harder and harder into your waist as you arched your bare cunt into his equally bare cock. You couldn't even process the way you were rubbing your clit on his base, it was almost as if you were doing it without much thought. Using every curve of his vein as another sensation for you to get off to while you let out sweet moans.

"I can-- I ca- fuck, I promise I cann-- I'll.. I'll be good I promise I--" oh dear, he couldn't even beg correctly. His cock straining against your pussy, pushing against your crotch from how ridiculously hard he was right now. He's so hard it fucking hurts.

You were just as needy as he was, watching him perform, watching his slim fingers work the strings of his guitar during the band's performance did a little something to your stomach. Of course, it led you here; naked and on top of him. Just how you like it.

"mmm, I know you will, Joo." God, the way his name fell from your lips made him rut up into you harder. "I just wanna see you fall apart for a sec." You rest a manicured hand on his bare chest, rubbing teasing lines along his chest. The tip of your long nails ever so slightly scratching his skin.

"Y/nnn..!" He's whining out your name, fingers digging bruises on the top of your hips. Breaths growing harder, his cheeks were flushed red. Lips swollen from how intense you were sucking on it just moments ago, kissing him so passionately, like you needed him to breathe.

"I've.. been-- mmm-- falling apart, baby." He sighs out, focusing on the delicious way his cock was feeling. He'd love to be inside you right now.

Looking down at him, taking in how he really looks right now, he truly is falling apart. All because of you. Without even thinking about it, you speed up, the wet, filthy squelches echoing throughout. Your clit hitting his tip, the way his pre-cum mixed in with your slick, coating up and down his now wet cock.

Soft moans ran beautifully out of your mouth. Flowing perfectly around his ears. He could hear every vibration of them, you, however, couldn't hear yourself. His whines were penetrating louder, layering over your sounds, like his own voice needed the dominance he didn't have right now.

"Pleaseeee" he draws out, the back of his head pushing further into the pillow beneath him. His cock throbbing beneath you. "I need you so bad." He breathes out, his voice cracking. "I want you." His breathing was much more shallow now, his hands travel down to your thighs, holding you in place, placing you harder down on his cock. "Please-- I want you, IwantyouIwantyouIwant---"

You smack a hand over his mouth, arching your back, your other hand tracing the veins on his arm. "Hmmmm" you tease, tongue escaping your lips and travelling from one corner of your mouth, to the other. Jooyeon's one hand left your thigh, slowly grasping your wrist, gently leading it away from his mouth, placing it only mere inches away from it, his own tongue was lapping up your open palm. Softly biting the fat beneath your thumb.

He looks up at you, eyes glossy from all of the teasing you've been torturing him with. "Just a taste, baby." He smiles, a lazy, hazed, fucked out smile, like his brain was all foggy. Half-lidded, his vision might as well be blurred, except for you. You were all he could focus on.

You let out a long drawn sigh. "I guess you could have a little taste." You smirk, shifting your body, placing your knees further down the mattress beside his each of his hips as you crawl up to him. Placing the weight of your torso on your hands, pushing down on his chest as you crawl up to him. You arch your back, popping up your ass and swaying it side to side. Relishing in the way his eyes never left your hips.

In no time, you propped yourself up on your knees, pussy right above his face, dripping wet and clenching around damn near nothing. You couldn't see the look on his face, but you could practically feel the need with the way his arms snuck up to your ass, tugging down to make you just sit on him already!

Long and desperate whimpers escape his throat, fingers gripping and sliding all around your lower half. Until he eventually lands on circling on your folded knees that were beside either of his face. "What do you say first, Joo?" If you keep saying his name like that, he might lose it tonight.

"Thank you--" he sputters out on instinct. As if he was a mutt that's been deep in training just to please his master. You. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou--" he spews, eyes shut close, tongue wetting the bottom of his lip just at the sight of you.

You roll your eyes from how desperate and pathetic he was. Always so ready to toss aside his pride and readily humiliate himself for you. You waited above him for a few seconds. Scratching the soft, mop of hair flowing nicely on his scalp and sprawled on the pillow.

You didn't lower down, you didn't tease him any more than that, instead, you practically fell on him, catching him off guard mid-plea. Purposefully letting out a loud moan when you caught him perfectly as his mouth was open, spit running out of the corners of his mouth from when he was hungrily staring at your pretty pussy.

It didn't take long before he opened his jaw wider, dirty slurps bouncing off the walls of the bedroom, moaning loudly at the taste of your wetness. Hands clutching the sheets beneath him. Too scared to touch you in fear you'd take this away from him.

"Dig in, baby, keep going. Ohhh." You rock your hips back and forth, rubbing your clit on his nose while his tongue is busy working wonders on you. Plunging in and out of your sopping, wet hole. You felt his hands shoot up to grip your thighs, shoving them deeper down beside him. Rubbing and squeezing on the flesh of your thigh. Holding onto them, needy, something to ground himself.

You leaned back, squeezing him between your legs as soft noises spill out of you. The sounds were like fuel for him, motivation as he laps up faster, hungrier. Swallowing every drop of your slick, drinking and slurping loudly like the filthy fucking dog that he was. His hips pistoning up to meet the air, his dick desperate for attention, the redness of his tip further accentuating how badly he needs you.

He pushes you down, deeper, deeper, and deeper. He needs it. You're never close enough somehow. Oh how he wishes his tongue was as long as his dick, enough to reach every crevice of your pussy. Every drop felt like it was making him drunk. The more time he spent beneath your pussy, the more he couldn't think.

He isn't even drinking at this point, he's borderline gulping. Like a starved man that's been crawling around, stranded in a desert for days. Well, in a way he is, God knows how long it's been since he's had a taste (literally two nights ago). He could cum alone from just eating you.

Speaking of, you could feel the familiar pressure building up on your stomach, you leaned forward, grasping harder on his hair. Tugging and shivering from the way his moans sent vibrations up and down your spine. You were suffocating him, forcing his face all up on your pussy. Leaving barely any room to breathe. He was more than happy though, you were good enough for him to breathe in. You might as well be his source of air.

God, he loves you so much. He really wouldn't mind waking up in between your legs and eating you for all three meals of the day. He loves it when you force yourself on his face without him expecting it. He loves it when he falls apart between your thighs, when you'd fall apart with him while you're still on top.

You love the way he can bring you to an orgasm like it's nothing. You love the way he laps everything up when you cum on his face, feeding him more and more. Your cum landing on his tongue, the taste making him moan even louder because my god, you taste divine.

"mmmmm, Jooo." You whine out, rocking your hips faster back and forth as you chase your high. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop-- ohhh." You cum with a loud moan, throwing your hair back as your pussy clenches on his tongue, gathering up your orgasm between his lips and swallowing.

He presses a final kiss to your clit as you part from him, only slightly. He was still rubbing up and down your thigh. Looking up at you with glossy eyes, still fucking hungry. You look over your shoulder, noticing the way his cock was slamming against his stomach with need. The throbs were ridiculously painful. And it seems he came as well, wet strings of white landing just a few centimetres away from your ass.

"You want a little help there, baby?" You sigh out. Smiling sweetly, meeting his eyes. He nods frantically, a whimper escaping his throat "pleasee baby, it hurts." His eyebrows furrow, hips unconsciously rocking up from hearing your voice.

"Well.. too bad," you giggle at the way his eyes widen, "you didn't think one orgasm was enough for me, did you?"

Joinnn theee taggg listtt This was definitely out of my comfort zone because well, I personally lean more towards being a sub, but I definitely enjoyed writing it!!

he’s right, by the way.

you’re trying to focus on literally anything else—the pile of laundry you’ve been ignoring, the weird stain on the carpet, the meaning of life—but no, your brain’s like jooyeon’s neck, jooyeon’s neck, jooyeon’s—

you shift uncomfortably, trying to focus on the TV instead of, well, him. the way his hoodie hangs loose around his collarbones is driving you insane. you’ve been doing so well all weekend, keeping your thoughts appropriate, but now? now, the universe has you cornered.

“could you please get your neck away from me?” you blurt out, crossing your arms and leaning as far away as the couch allows. “i’ve fought so hard to remove that image of your neck i saw from pinterest on my mind, and i don’t think i can go through that again.”

jooyeon blinks at you, caught off guard. he freezes. did you just say you’ve been thinking about his neck?

suddenly, the fatigue that had been weighing him down for days? gone. vanished. wiped from existence. he feels alive.

his eyebrows shoot up, and for a second, you think he didn’t hear you. then, he bursts out laughing, the kind of laugh that makes his voice high-pitched, shoulders shake and his eyes crinkle, and okay, now this is worse.

“my neck?” he wheezes, clutching his stomach like you’ve just delivered the punchline of the century.

“yes, your neck!” you glare at him, but it’s hard to stay mad when he’s laughing like that. “someone posted that stupid picture of yours looking all worked up with your head thrown back and your veins showing— and oh my god, describing it is so weird but now i can’t look at you without thinking about it. so move. away.”

instead of moving away, he leans in closer, his face way too close to yours. “you’re saying you’re obsessed with my neck?”

“jooyeon, i swear to god—”

“no, no, go on,” he says, grinning like the menace he is. “tell me more about how my neck haunts your dreams.”

he’s losing it inside—but the way you’re burying your face in your hands makes his chest feel lighter, like he could run another concert right now, fueled entirely by your flustered energy.

“this is why i don’t tell you things,” you mumble, voice muffled.

“but you did,” he teases, poking your arm. “and now i’m never gonna let you forget it.”

you peek at him through your fingers, narrowing your eyes. “you’re insufferable.”

“and you’re obsessed with my neck.”

“oh my god, shut up.”

he laughs again, softer this time, and when you finally pull your hands away from your face, he’s looking at you with that stupidly fond expression that makes your chest feel all warm and weird.

“don’t worry,” he says, tilting his head with a smirk that should be illegal. “my neck’s all yours. if you want, you can even mark it up.”

your brain short-circuits so hard you can barely process his words. he tries stifling a laugh after he see you pause and your jaw literally drop. this’ll be worth it, he thought.

“what—who says that?!” you choke, smacking his shoulder like it’ll erase the memory.

he shrugs, all casual, like his insides aren’t doing somersaults. “i’m just saying, if you’re this obsessed, we might as well make it official.”

you grab a pillow and smack him square in the face. he yelps, laughing as he tries to shield himself, but you’re relentless, fueled by sheer embarrassment and the need to wipe that smirk off his stupidly handsome face.

“ow—hey! violence?!” he yelps, laughing as he tries to shield himself. his cheeks hurt from smiling, and his heart’s doing that weird thing again, the one it always does around you.

when you finally stop, breathless and red-faced, he leans back on the couch, watching you with the kind of quiet confidence that makes your stomach flip.

“you know,” he says, voice soft and teasing, “you’re kind of cute when you’re flustered.”

you groan, flopping back against the couch and covering your face again. and your boyfriend?

he just grins like an idiot, feeling more energized than he has in days.

you can have his neck.

you already have the rest of him, anyway.

—

It always starts innocent. Jooyeon's been huddled up in his studio for way too long, coming home to you past midnight, not even bothering to wash up. Taking off his shirt and lying next to your sleeping form on the bed that you both share. Grabbing you by the waist and pushing you closer to his chest. Mumbling apologies in your ear before dozing off. Oftentimes, he doesn't even come home at all. Receiving a lot of apology texts from him for missing out on dinner and not being there for you that night. You understood, of course. He had so many songs to produce and so little time to produce them. He's very particular in how he wants his songs to sound like, so his band members can only help around so much.

You'd get multiple worried messages from his friends, telling you to get him out of his work space and get him to do something that won't make his eyes sink into himself from staring at his screen for so long. "I left at like 7pm, came back the next day at 5 in the morning and his ass was still there." Jungsu told you through the phone. You were standing in your kitchen, waiting for the food you prepared to finish cooking. Some distant rustling was heard from the other side of your phone. A resounding hey! echoed throughout. "Y/n, you gotta get him outta that place." Seungmin basically shouted into the phone, you backed it up from your ear. Sighing internally at the childish antics of your boyfriend's friends. "I'll be there in a bit." You reply back, grabbing a container from the cabinet and stuffing the food inside.

"Oh, and can you bring extra food for me too--"

"No."

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You walked into the building with your bag of food in hand. You asked Jungsu to buzz you in.

Walking out of the elevator, you make your way to him, waiting for you by the hallway.

"What do you have there?" He peeks into the bag you were holding, inhaling the savoury scent escaping the bento box inside. You swat his hand away when he starts to reach for it. He retracted his arms with an eye roll.

"He's in his regular studio." He sighs, "just get him to rest, we're all worried about him." Nudging his head towards where Jooyeon was.

You nodded, thanking him as you made your way to Jooyeon's studio. "Bring an extra box for me next time!" You chuckled at Jungsu's yell, sending him a small wave without looking back.

You stopped in front of the door, balling up your fist and bringing it up to the solid wood. Sounding out a few knocks, the door wasn't locked, but you'd rather he invited you in rather than you bursting in and bothering him.

You waited for a few seconds, deciding to knock again when you didn't garner a response. You really didn't want to intrude, but your arms were growing tired and you suspected he just didn't hear you the first (couple) times.

Waiting for another ten seconds, you decided to open the door.

You found him sitting on his desk with his back facing you, headphones on, guitar askew on the floor and papers scattered all over the room. The smell of day-old coffee and ink fogged throughout.

You set the bag on the small coffee table by his couch. His attention still on his computer monitor, toying around with the options on his soundboard.

After placing down the bag, you walked up to him, you didn't mean to sneak up, but when the opportunity presents itself..

You brought your hands to his chair, and slowly rubbed it up to his shoulders. You felt him tense, and despite not being able to see it, you could just imagine the way his eyes slowly widen. Maybe he thought you were a ghost.

"Y/n?!" He yells as he practically spins in his chair, throwing off his headphones. His knees clashing hard on yours, making you lose your balance and landing on his lap.

"Oh shit!" He exclaims, arms instinctively wrapping around your waist as you shifted your leg to a more comfortable position. Rubbing your calf and the spot he had bumped into. A hazy smile on your face.

"Shit babe, sorry, you really scared me there" he sighed, leaning his head back on his chair, a hand reaching up to rub the nape of his nose.

"You don't say." You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning down to capture his lips to yours. Harsh breaths combining as you tasted the sweet coffee on his tongue.

You felt the hands on your waist drop down to the fat of your ass. A small squeal leaving your lips when you felt him squeeze.

His lips follow yours when you pull away. A pout visible on his lips.

"C'monn, don't be like that." He whines, growing needier now that you were straddling him.

You laugh lightly, a hand gently shoving his chest to back away from you, a hand which he shoots out to grab.

"How about you get something to eat," you shifted once again, lifting yourself off of him. He grabs your wrist, manhandling you and not letting you leave him.

"How about we just stay like this?" His bottom lip was covered by his teeth, looking up at you with passion in his eyes. leaning in closer to place another kiss on your lips. You let him, allowing him to indulge in his romantic attempts.

You pull away from him, and he immediately dips his head down to suck gently on your neck. It was your turn to tense up, the pleasure from his bite sending you shivers down your spine.

"Joo," you try your best to put up a stern voice, though, your the contrast of your body melting into his touch betraying you. "I gotta take care of you."

He hums.

"We don't want you passing out from starvation now, do we?"

His mouth lets go of your skin. The playful glint in his eyes shining brighter than ever. "I'll eat." He grins, he grins wide.

"Something else." His gaze lands on the clothed spot between your thighs. You roll your eyes, sending another smack to his chest once again while embarrassment crept up on your face.

"You're such a pervert." You scoffed lightly, though, it was difficult hiding the smile on your face.

"You're the one who decided to come here." He's rubbing circles on your hips now.

"Only because you've been holed up in here for god knows how long." You mumbled, recalling the way you had to sleep alone last night. The cold, Jooyeon-less night engulfing you.

"Sorry." His voice drops lower now. "I sorta left you alone last night." A hand drifting to caress the back of your head, you could feel the guilt through the action. You grinned down at him, eyes softening at the sadness laced in his voice.

"It's all good." You followed as he guided your head to his chest. "As long as you're taking care of yourself, which you obviously aren't."

"Hey!" He looked at you in mock offence. He relaxed back to his chair, a sigh escaping his throat. "I've been way too focused on the new album." A frustrated hand crept up to ruffle around his hair.

"Aww," you coo, a pout forming on your lips, "I thought all the songs were done though?" You asked, smiling at the memory of him telling you how excited he was that he'd be shooting the music videos.

"They are, it's just.." he trails of, eyes looking at nothing in particular. "This one song." His head turns to the side, briefly glancing at the mixed and chopped vocals on the monitor. The screen was messy.

"It just feels so.. empty." He lets out an exasperated sigh, eyes coming back to you now.

"Empty?" You question him, "like, a background instrumental that you're missing?"

"Something like that." He groans out in frustration. All while grabbing at the flesh of your thighs and groping them without thinking, much like a stress ball. You coo at him again, playing with his hair.

"You know.." he stops massaging your thigh, looking up at you with what you can only assume is pure hunger. A small grin was slowly plastering itself on his face. "Maybe I could use a break after all." His voice came out more teasingly than he planned it to.

You understood what he was insinuating. It wouldn't be the first time you two fucked in his studio, normally, he'd bend you over his fucking guitar amp, but when he sees how the buttons and knobs on it would leave marks on your skin, he's quick to grab you by the shoulders and practically toss you to the couch.

"Great!" You shifted so that your hips weren't as close to him as he wanted it to be. "Then let's eat!" You were fucking with him, "I made your favourite side dishes."

You might as well just kill him.

"What are you doing?" He whines out at the loss of heaviness from your body on top of his, luckily, he still had a steady grip on your wrist, not letting you go too far.

"I'm making sure you take a break, Joo." God, and when you say his name like that, with a voice so close to sultriness yet still somehow managing to feign innocence.

"My boyfriend''s working soo hard, he deserves a break, doesn't he?" You giggle out, you might as well be the devil's incarnate with how much you were torturing him.

"Hell yeah he does." He smirks, guiding himself to reach for the back of your neck, and pulling you towards his mouth. You let him.

Rough kisses were being scattered all over your neck, the already forming hickeys that he had left earlier now being replaced by another round of sucking and biting.

He travelled down to the hot, sexy, curve of your shoulder, relaxing his jaw only to clench and bite down on it. He'd make blood draw out if it wasn't for the absolute fear that he'd hurt you bad. You groaned out at the feeling of his mouth on you, feeling the wetness of his tongue go over and lick up the sore spot.

You sighed softly at the feeling, closing your eyes and unconsciously leaning your head further back, giving him more access.

"No matter how many backing vocals.." he murmurs against your skin, "or instrumentals.." he bites down softly, "something's just missing."

"mmh-- maybe another ten second long guitar solo from Junhan." You arched your back only slightly, pressing your body further down against his lap.

The friction of your ass and his pelvis forcing a groan from the back of your throat, "i'd really appreciate it if you didn't say another guy's name while I'm making out with your neck." He's plastering little sucks all over it now. He's not just making out with it, he' s borderline mutilating your neck.

"Only trying to help." You rolled your eyes, maybe out of annoyance, or maybe from the pleasure that he's making you feel right now.

His mouth stops, only inches away from you, you felt his breath fanning against your skin, warm and shallow. You raised up an eyebrow, eyes drifting downwards, catching the way his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. You sigh.

You pulled away from him, "maybe you shouldn't add it into the album." Your voice came out softer than you intended it to be. "Y'know, spend more time working on it."

He hums, eyes focusing on nothing in particular, though still fixated on the curve of your shoulder. He shakes his head slightly, hair tickling the exposed part of your collarbones. "I just need to find what's missing from it."

Steady hands guiding themselves down to your hips, palming your flesh. "I'll be done with it in no time." He grins, finally looking up at you, his smile widening once he looks into your eyes.

The light from his computer screen is illuminating the shadows of your face. Your features further accentuated by the way you looked down at him. Like you were hungry. He was much more hungrier than you were, though.

"And I think.." he uses his hands to lead you down to his lips. He's sucking on your bottom lip, nibbling it only slightly, teeth clashing onto yours. "I might've found it."

"Hm-- ah-- oh yeah?" You hummed, smiling into the kiss.

Without further warning, he stands up, pressing a few buttons on his keyboard before gripping your thighs, forcing your legs to fold right behind him. Your arms wrapping around him once again. He pulls you flush against him, feeling the growing erection through his pants.

"Yeah." He groans, almost knocking the both of you over with the way he ran into the coffee table. He settles you down on his couch, your back hits the cushions, his knees buckling to support himself above you. His one knee pressed between your thighs. Unmoving.

You let out a noise close to a giggle.

"Ugh, enough with your fixation on my neck." You rolled your eyes, he retracted his own head, stopping himself from continuing the abuse on your neck, again.

He let's out a wide smile, "oops." He says sheepishly, though you could tell he didn't actually mean it.

Instead, he leans down to bite on the collar of your shirt. He begins to push it down slowly, before ultimately giving up and ripping it with his own hands instead.

Almost immediately, he buries his head between your tits, heavily breathing in the scent of your sweat, moaning against your skin. He tugs your bra down with his teeth, sneaking in licks to every inch of your exposed breasts in between each pull.

"You smell really good, baby." He sighs out. Your hand shoots up to grip on the back of his long, beautiful brown hair, letting out a breathy moan.

He needs you, really, really bad. He hasn't seen you in so long, he needs your voice.

"Just like that," he whispers, looking up at you through his lashes. "Keep making those noises, cutie."

He glides his fingertips down to the hem of your pants, stretching the waistband and practically torturing you with how slow he was undressing you. Wanting to catch every bit of your reactions.

"mmhm, you're real riled up today, huh?" You closed your eyes, head dipping back and pressing itself further into the cushions.

"My manager told me to upgrade the soundproof of my studio." He grins wide, if you weren't focused on how good he was teasing you, you'd see the two small canine fangs on the upper set of his teeth.

"So.." another wet kiss, this time right on your stomach. "You an be as loud as you want, baby."

Without thinking, his words made you clench, only slightly, slightly enough that you'd just pass it off as an involuntary twitch.

"That's only if you can make me feel good." Your one eye was shut closed, the other was peeking down to his face, well, his scalp, as he was all the more focused on biting all around your body.

Hickeys, bruises, bite marks, all of them were already beginning to form on your skin. He loved to see it, he loved to make it, he loved the fact that all across your body, were marks that showed yourself that you were his.

What he loved the most was actually making it, the collision of teeth, tongue, and spit against flesh. The absolute filthiness of how combined it made him feel, how close he felt with you.

You challenged him. Truly, you did. Another thing he loves about you. He finally reaches beneath you waist, nudging your thighs apart with a quick tug, which you were happy to do, you'll give him whatever he wants.

Without thinking, he presses his face to your clothed pussy, the cloth of your panties being the only thing separating you. He breathes in, letting out a moan with his exhale.

"Ugh, you're so nasty, Joo" you tell him, ignoring the way your voice had a tremble.

"I'd be worried if I wasn't" he tells you, mouth still on your pussy, the vibrations of his voice shot shivers down your spine. Not knowing how to react, your body shook with a laugh.

You felt your panties being pulled down your thighs and close to his mouth. His tongue shoots out, licking a fat stripe to the slicked wet spot where your slit was just gushing from. He let's out a groan the second he tastes you.

"I missed your taste so much, baby." His voice drops.

"You ate me out like, three days ago." Your irises catch themselves mid eye-roll, the overwhelming feeling of his tongue lapping between your folds instead. Your hands grip tighter on his hair, trying your best to ground yourself. He opens his jaw, stopping the thrusts of his tongue and instead directing it to the bottom of your pussy, just above your asshole.

He angles his head up, tongue lifting up, sucking with a loud slurp, the flat of his wet muscle now pressing against your clit. His groans only getting louder with every taste.

"That's three days too long." The vibrations from the back of his throat made you shake, especially form the fact that it was directly to your sensitive clit.

He continues in the same rhythm. His tongue going up and down and up and down. Spit slobbering all over your thighs. How did it even get there? Not to mention your slick, which was only making things even messier, your hole was clenching with every fan of his breath.

"Fuuck, Joo~" You whine out, eyes shutting close. "Feels so good." He's rubbing your clit now, his tongue plunging in and out of you. Each time he slams himself in, he'd rub up to the roof of your cunt and just lap it all up.

It didn't take long before your thighs locked themselves around Jooyeon's skull. His arms wrapping around your ass and pulling you closer to him, the change in angles made the familiar knot in your stomach begin to tighten. You pulled Jooyeon closer to your pussy, chasing the pleasurable release.

"Jesus Christ, you're beautiful." He looks up, the entire lower part of his face now glistening under the lights. He's leaning up now, hair nearly touching you, practically ghosting over your cheeks. You giggled from the feeling. Your smile wiping off of your face when his lips part to kiss you.

"Taste that? That's you." He smiles, as if it was an achievement. Your hand rubs up and down his arm. He's waited for way too long.

"Joo.." you practically whine out, a playful pout forming on your lips, dragging out the vowels of the last part of his name. He smirks, parting away from you. He shifts on his knees, fumbling through his pants while his eyes were practically ravaging your half naked body.

Without any other word, he throws his pants with his boxers across the room, landing it wherever it did. You couldn't help yourself from slowly darting your eyes down to the way his cock slams his stomach the second his boxers are off.

You needed him, bad. You needed him to fuck you, like, now.

"mh, you look so good, Jooyeon." Your eyes are in a haze, your tongue coming out to wet your bottom lip.

"Aw, thank you baby." He says, tone teasing and lazy with each enunciation. His hand falls down beside your head, supporting himself up on top of you. His other hand drops down to gather up the wetness between your thighs.

Spreading it around even further throughout your pussy. He lines himself up, pressing his tip to your hole. He hadn't even shoved it in yet and you're already gasping. You clench hard, on his tip. Not even his whole cock.

"Ohh, my god Joo." You moan out, back arching so, so far when he grabs your hips and slams right into you.

"Ah!" Your eyes widen with the sudden shift in pressure. The stretch felt unbearable good.

You could never get used to his size, no matter how many times the both of you fucked. And with the way he's been stressed out these past few months, you guys have been fucking like goddamn rabbits.

He hasn't even started moving. He was more focused on the way your face contorted only with his cock inside you, twitching yet unmoving.

He's starting to thrust into you now, hips sliding out of you, right before slamming his hips to yours, his pelvis meets yours. Knocking the air out of your lungs, he keeps on moving his hips.

He buried his cock inside you, all the way to the hilt, his body moving only slightly, but enough to make you feel it. You feel the head of his cock graze on your womb, if you weren't feeling every little thing, then you wouldn't have noticed it at all.

What you did notice, was the way his tip would rub on your g-spot only for a second when his cock would slam into you.

"Just like that, just like that please, god, Joo, please." You were babbling, brain turned into mush with how fucking good you were feeling right now. Your hands cupping his jaw, cradling him between your fingers. He groans, well-- technically he growls. Turning his head to the side and catching your thumb between his lips, sucking on your finger like a damn dog.

His own thumb drifting down to rub harsh circles on your clit, all while he's pounding into you.

"Fuck!" You sigh out, locking your legs behind him, pulling him deeper into you, your chest only mere inches away from his own as your back is arched off of the couch. Trying to chase your second high of the night.

Your body was shaking, the muscles of your pelvis flexing when you feel how painfully good he was giving you a second orgasm tonight.

"I love you too, baby." If you could see his eyes, you'd think he had gotten hit with a very intense love potion. His eyes practically rolled to the back of his head when the feeling of your walls tightening around him, sucking him in. Your body begging for him to not pull out.

But sweetie, he has to, otherwise how would he make you feel good? The way he moves his hips away from your body and slams back in was better than anything you've ever done to yourself.

His eyes went back to focus on you, the air around you became hotter, steamier, and insanely humid around you. Factoring in the way he was breathing out heavily on you.

His pace sped up, his fingers pressing into your hips so bad that it's forming bruises beneath your skin. He sees the black and purple dots, and rubs his palm over them. The pressure making a high-pitched scream run out of your vocal cords.

Your hands quickly dart up to cover your mouth, embarrassment flushing throughout your entire body. He grabs your wrists, forcing it to the sides of your head.

"No no no no no," he shakes his head slowly, "I want to hear your voice." Another slam of his hips, harsher this time, maybe as punishment for making you restrict those pretty noises that he loves so much.

"As loud as you can, baby. I wanna hear it all." Slam! The thuds of the couch hitting the wall and scraping across the carpeted floor, mixing in with the unsteady moans from your own mouth. The sound of skin and skin echoing across the room.

You were nearing your third orgasm. Your cunt twitching and clenching open and closed. Head thrashing around in a daze when you realise that he didn't even cum yet.

Your thoughts subsided easily, eyebrows relaxing as you chase your high, the knot on your stomach spasming.

Jooyeon wasn't any better. He gave you three orgasms and was nearing his first. The way his cock was being squeezed between your walls, the way your lips were sucking him in with every motion. Pre-cum overflowing inside you when his hips started to stutter.

Sooner or later, your stomach felt warm, his cum shot inside you. Filling you up. Breeding you good. He buries his cock deep inside you, meeting his hips with yours. He presses down on your stomach, groaning at the way his cum mixed with yours and flowed out of your hole. Trailing down to your ass.

You squeal at the feeling of his thumb gathering up the spills and forcing it back inside you. It took a while for your body to finally relax. Jooyeon collapses on top of you, cock still inside, mind you. The both of you were panting like dogs. Your head light from the amount of pleasure you had just experienced.

Your hands were still pinned to the couch. Albeit, lazily.

After a while, his breathing evened out, yours were still shaking, loud and heavy. His mouth was back to your neck. Of course it was. Pressing very light kisses on you. So much so you almost couldn't feel it.

He presses a final kiss to your collarbone, supporting himself up with his hands, that still held a grip on your wrists. A wide, playful grin on his face. Teeth showing and chewing on his bottom lip. Eyeing your body up and down.

"So?" You breathe out, trying to tug on your wrist, "you know what to do for your song yet?" You giggle, sound ringing through his ear.

"Hell yeah I do." He copies the laughter in your voice. "It'll sound great with your moans in the background."

You pause, looking up at him, "no way" your mouth forms upward, glancing at his monitor, observing the sound waves of all your breathy moans. "Oh my god!" You look at him in disbelief. He grins back when he meets your eyes.

"You'll make it sound so good." His eyes are half-lidded with love.

"Damn right I will." Your head lolls to the side.

"Maybe I'll make it my trademark." His voice sultry and low, "and we can do this every time I'm making a song." He laughs out when you hit his chest.

"You're such a pervert." You roll your eyes.

His eyes never leave you, it doesn't want to leave you. He wishes he could just look at you every day. He just wants to wake up, make music, spend all his time with you, and drift back to sleep. He'll die happy by then.

You helped a lot. The recording of your voice made it's way to the backing vocals of his song. Each time he was stuck on a part, he'd just listen back to it and he's back on his desk, hunched over and hard.

Once it was done, the knowing looks from his band made him flush, they didn't ask, they just knew.

"You're so weird, Joo." Jungsu throws the headphones off his head when he heard the low moans of someone (I wonder who).

"It's a stylistic choice." Jooyeon stifles his laugh with his mouth.

"A choice that you should keep to yourself." Gaon rolls his eyes.

Jooyeon shrugs. Because really, why would he be bothered? He loves the way you sound, he loves how, despite his fans not knowing that you're his. At least it shows that he's taken.

And that he's damn skilled at making you feel good.

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Ode Jooyeon Gunil Gaon Jungsu Junhan

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Am I projecting? Maybe! But hear me out on this! I think Jooyeon and Seungmin would be the most into giving. It’s been like two months since I first saw this clip of him gripping the fuck out of that keyboard and I have not stopped thinking about it, like, there’s no way Seungmin isn’t the biggest tease in the entire world. 

Because Seungmin wouldn’t just edge you one way or another. It would be Every. Single. Possible. Way. He’d tease you by rubbing your clit over your panties, whispering filthy things to you about how precious it was that you were about to come even though he hadn’t even really touched you yet, how he can feel how wet you are just for him… he’d edge you when he’d finally pull your panties off and eat you out, purposely slowing down his tongue whenever you bucked your hips or squirmed under him, bringing you bright back to the edge again by humming around your clit so the vibrations ran through you… AND let’s talk about fingering. He’d absolutely just use one finger at first just to hear you beg for more, just to hear you whine about how you want to be full, and he’d oblige, obviously, but he’d move so fucking slow that you could cry. And of course he’d fake pity you, telling you that he’s just making sure you could take his cock (even though he’d make you take it regardless). GOD!! AND THEN!!! The way he’d bring you right to the edge, making you think he’d let you come around his fingers before he’d switch up and fuck into you… saying something like “Fuck, all that time I spent stretching you open with my fingers and you’re still so fucking tight around my cock…”… the way he’d pull out almost completely when you were about to come, every movement of his bringing you closer and closer before he’d stop, loving how you were completely at his mercy… how he’d praise you right after and tell you that you’re so beautiful when you come, he should let you finish more often… 

Jooyeon, on the other hand, I think is much more of a brat than Seungmin is. He wouldn’t edge you for a long period of time, and he wouldn’t do it to make you squirm and whine to remind you that you belong to him, as much as he would just for his own pleasure. He would only edge you when he ate you out, and he’d do it just so he could stay laying between your legs, running his tongue up and down your slit until he couldn’t take it anymore and had to fuck you… but he could eat you out forever if you’d let him. He’d push your thighs apart every time you’d try to squeeze them together to get any kind of friction on your clit so you could come, and he’d keep you right on the edge by pressing kisses into your skin, your wetness coating his chin and lips, leaving your inner thighs wet. You would absolutely feel him smirk against you every time you whined or moaned or begged him to just let you come, and when you’d ask him to compromise and just let you come and he could keep eating you out, he’d say something like “I’m already eating you out doll, why would I stop just to let you come?” AND!! When he’d finally let you come after he couldn’t even breathe on you without you getting close, he wouldn’t stop… he would overstimulate you into oblivion, leaving you knowing nothing but the feel of his tongue on your pussy, the press of his fingertips in your thighs, his needy, loving noises and the ecstasy wracking through your body,

Gunil could go either way, but he leans more toward to being open to it more often. He wouldn’t edge you every time you fucked, and he wouldn't ever edge you more than once or twice. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take his time, going excruciatingly slowly, building your orgasm up over time. In a way, it was teasing for him too, having to hold back from slamming into you like he was used to, but as much pleasure as he got from doing that, he got more out of cooing at you when you writhed and grabbed out for him. While he’d start with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you at his usual pace, he’d use his free hand to yank at your hair, saying “Don’t you dare. You’re going to come on my cock or you’re not going to come at all.” And then, he’d run his hands up and down your body so slowly while he fucked into you at the slowest possible speed, making sure you felt every single inch of him, saying things like “There you go, that’s my good girl. Fuck, take my cock just like that.” and when you’d beg him to come, he’d click his tongue at you and grab your chin, making you look at him so he knew you were listening when he’d say “I know you want to come, baby. I know. I want you to come too, but you’re so pretty when you take my cock like this… so fucking beautiful…. just a little more, baby. You can take it.” And, of course, you would, because you would do anything he asked of you, even if it meant trying to take slow, deep breaths as he fucked you slowly until he’d finally let you come.

Gaon is very middle ground. He’d do it if the time felt right and he, too, was feeling like a little brat, but his edging would be unconventional. He’s the type to pull you over his lap and spank you, “accidentally” letting his fingers slide between your legs to get them wet. When you’d arch your back a little every time he’d do that, he’d make a note of it, mentally, before eventually being bold and sliding his fingers into you. But of course, your moans and whines of “I’m gonna come” would be met with “Oh, but I’m not done spanking you, princess.” before he’d pull his fingers out of you and slap your ass again, the wetness on his palm only adding to the sting.

Jungsu, too, is different. He isn’t into edging so that he could have power over you or anything like that. He’s more into accidental edging, if that makes sense. What I mean is that he’s such a cock warming guy. He’d want to be inside you every time you were cuddled up somewhere watching a show or a movie, feeling how you’d get wet over time for him whenever he’d tease you by moving or thrusting into you to remind you that the two of you were one in that moment. But a movie is a long time… and if it was a movie with particularly raunchy scenes? He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking into you as a natural reaction. But when he’d feel you clench around him, he’d slow down, saying things like “Shh, relax, angel. Relax. We’ve got 15 minutes left, you can do it.”

And Junhan… well. I have little to say on this because I will have a lot to say about him in a moment. He isn’t into edging you. He’s into being edged.

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MOST

Junhan Ode Jungsu Gaon Jooyeon Gunil

LEAST

Let’s Talk About Submissive Junhan. If there are no submissive Junhan lovers in the world, I am gone. Because he’d make the prettiest sounds whenever you edged him. Not even necessarily in a 24/7 domme/sub dynamic way, let’s focus solely on the sex. He’s such a whiny boy. A desperate, needy angel. Because when you’d hold his cock in one hand and teasingly bring a vibrator to and from his tip, he’d buck his hips up and whine and gasp, begging for more but not even being able to find the words to do so. His fists would ball up in the sheets next to him and he’d throw his head back… God, he’d look so pretty laying there with wide eyes and his hair all splayed out, panting, his pre-cum leaking out of him, his face red. The way his chest would heave with deep shaky breaths… And when you’d coo at him like he was nothing but a desperate little thing, he’d twitch in your hands, on the brink of coming just from that alone. You wouldn’t even have to degrade him in a hardcore way, either. Just saying things like “oh, look at you, poor needy thing” and “such a good boy for me,” would make him shake. Laughing at him a little, sadistically, despite your tone being sweet… putting the vibrator on the head of his cock while your other hand moved up and down just slightly, feeling him twitch in your hand, so close to coming. “Awh, are you gonna come? Already?” You’d ask, keeping the vibrator on him. And when he’d answer with frantic nods and a choked out “yes” you’d pull the vibrator away and the room would fill with his desperate whines… following it up with “You’ll come when I say you can.” And because he’s a good boy, obviously he’d nod and accept it, despite being so frustrated and pent up and needy. And of course, when you did let him come, he’d whine even louder, constantly thanking you, his hips bucking and his cum getting all over him, painting him as such a pretty mess…

Now, Seungmin… is not that kind of submissive in my eyes. He’s not a total dom, but he likes to switch things up, letting you take the lead sometimes. He wouldn’t get off on the idea of spending a long time with a toy on him, he wants to feel you around him, even if that means teasing him like that. He’s into edging in the sense that he uses it as a way to get himself closer and closer to the edge in terms of having to take over and pin you down and fuck you in return for your teasing. He’d love watching you bounce on his cock, muttering “Fuck, I’m so close, fuck,” while his fingers dug into your hips, which would give him easy access to slap your ass when you’d stop and get off, innocently saying you’re just switching positions when you both knew that you were just doing it to be a brat and edge him. The way he’d get more and more frustrated and pent up every time you’d come on his cock but you wouldn’t let him come yet would drive him wild, until you were literally pinned down on the bed or against the wall while he fucked his cum into you.

Let’s go back to cock warming Jungsu because mentally, I’m still there. If roles were reversed and you were the one who was moving on purpose, clenching around him and teasing him, he’d love it. Again, not because he wants you to take control (though he wouldn’t be against letting you be in charge every once in a great while) but because he loves knowing that you want him so badly that you’d be willing to tease him like that. When you’d “innocently” shift so he was deeper inside you, he’d let out a small groan, asking you “God, princess, what are you doing?” while his head fell into your neck, and his breathing would be so ragged and shallow. Obviously, you’d pretend like you had no idea what he was talking about, giggling softly as you’d “accidentally” grind against him, which would bring him closer and closer. He’d grab your waist to try to stop you, his voice almost pained as he’d say “Stop it or I’ll come.” And hey, you’re a good girl, so you’d listen! You’d stop moving entirely, leaving him right there on that edge. Maybe he should be careful what he wishes for.

Gaon is also a brat. He just is. But again, I think he’s very give or take, middle of the road. When I think about edging Gaon, it’s always something public. A quickie or teasing him in the car, not even touching him. He’s the kind of person who could come just from your words, and suggestive, little touches. If you whispered to him about how wet you were, or how bad you wanted him inside you, he’d get hard on the spot. It would only get worse for him when you’d rub his arm, wrapping your fingers around his forearm and stroking it slowly, mirroring the same way you loved to stroke his cock. He’d be so close to coming, telling you “Fuck, please just touch me… I need you.” But you, ever the responsible one, wouldn’t. You’d just take your hands away from him completely and tell him that he’d have to wait until he was home if he wanted to come with you, but rest assured, you were just as needy as he was.

And if I say that Jooyeon would be into thigh fucking, then what? The way he’d slide his cock between the soft skin of your inner thighs, your wetness only helping him go faster, would make him so needy, even a bit whiney. Be it on the couch, in bed, in a bath together or hell, even bent over a table or counter, he’d happily take you up on the offer to fuck your thighs. It would start as foreplay, almost every time, but when you’d take a step away from him, teasing him and leaving him panting and needy, his brows would furrow. And you better believe that after you doing that enough times, he’d have enough, pushing you over the nearest flat surface and fucking into you, hard and fast.

Gunil… simply wouldn’t be into it. Sure, you could edge him once or twice every now and then, but it would be foreplay, and much like Jooyeon, he’d have to remind you of your place, remind you that he’s in charge and he’s the one who decides when either of you get to come, not you. And he’d make you say it too. Grabbing your hair and yanking it, whispering in your ear, “You thought you were so cute, trying to pull that little stunt, weren’t you?” Before he’d spank you, hard enough to leave a mark before fucking into you… and dare I say? Coming inside you so you were reminded that you were his, in every possible way. (Gunil having a breeding kink? Who's to say...)

felix should have warned you before introducing you to his group. instead, he had only grinned the entire drive over, one hand lazily drumming against the steering wheel while saying things like “just don’t let chan scare you off.” as if that could have prepared you for what would happen.

but you understood the second you walked in. the room shifted around him. conversations paused when he spoke. people looked at him before making decisions. even sitting back against the couch with one arm slung over the backrest, chan carried himself like he owned the place and everyone inside it.

and apparently, everyone let him.

your first impression of him settled quickly: arrogant. controlling. the kind of man who expected obedience simply because he existed.

his first impression of you formed just as fast. too observant.

he noticed the way your eyes tracked everything, the way you watched interactions instead of trying to force yourself into them. most people met him and got nervous. eager to please. careful with their words.

you didn’t. worse, you looked at him like something didn't sit right.

felix introduced you with an easy grin, entirely unaware of the tension that sparked the moment chan’s gaze landed on you.

chan leaned back slightly, eyes dragging over you once before he gave a curt nod. “heard a lot about you.” you smiled politely but your tone sounded anything but. “ditto.”

a few people in the room choked on their drinks. felix looked between the two of you like he’d just realised he accidentally lit a match near gasoline.

chan's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. and that was the beginning of it.

after that, it became a pattern, predictable in the most irritating way possible. every time you showed up, chan noticed immediately.

it didn’t matter if he was mid-conversation, or across the room pretending not to pay attention, the second you walked in, his focus shifted. like some invisible thread pulled tight between you.

you noticed it too. the way his eyes found you first. always. and somehow, every single interaction between the two of you turned into a fight.

“we’re ordering from rossi’s,” chan announced one night from the kitchen, barely glancing up from his phone. “rossi’s is awful,” you said immediately.

a silence fell over the room. han muttered, “oh, here we go.” chan looked up slowly. “awful?”

“their pasta tastes microwaved.”

“it’s italian. one of the only italian places around here."

“that doesn’t automatically make it good.”

he stared at you for a second too long before scoffing softly. “you always this difficult?”

you leaned against the counter. “you always this bossy?”

his mouth twitched, like he was trying not to smile.

that should’ve warned you. because after that, he started seeking you out. deliberately.

if you sat somewhere, suddenly chan needed that exact spot. if you disagreed with something, he’d argue just to keep you talking longer. if someone else interrupted your banter, he looked annoyed by it.

and the worst part? you kept engaging. every single time.

“move,” he told you one evening when you stole his usual seat on the couch. you looked up from your drink. “there are six other places to sit.”

“that’s my spot.”

you scoffed, “sounds made up.” the room went quiet again. felix was already grinning into his drink.

chan stepped closer, towering over the couch while you refused to move even an inch. “you enjoy testing me.”

“you enjoy acting like a fucking dictator.”

“someone has to keep order around here.”

you snorted. “order? how dramatic."

his eyes narrowed. yours sparkled with amusement.

and there it was again, that awful little pull between irritation and entertainment that neither of you seemed capable of escaping.

because no matter how much chan acted annoyed by you, he kept looking for reasons to provoke you. he’d throw comments your way from across the room just to watch you snap back.

he learned exactly what got reactions out of you. the fastest way to make you glare. the quickest way to make you roll your eyes. the comments that made your lips twitch because you were trying not to laugh.

and god, he loved when you laughed. especially if it was usually at his expense.

“you know,” you said one night after he interrupted somebody for the fifth time, “normal people let others finish speaking.”

“normal people have useful things to say.”

you groaned in annoyance, “see? this is exactly why i can’t stand you.”

“funny." he drawled, eyes fixed on you over the rim of his drink, “why do you keep talking to me then?"

your stomach flipped annoyingly hard at that. because he was right. you looked away before anyone noticed the heat crawling into your face.

but later that night, while everyone else talked around him, you caught chan watching you from the other side of the room, completely focused, making it feel far more dangerous than the arguing ever had.

chan realised something was wrong the first time you followed him without actually being there.

he was at the studio, headphones hanging around his neck while he stared blankly at the unfinished track glowing on the monitor in front of him. one hand tapped impatiently against the desk. the bass loop repeated. and repeated. and repeated.

all because his brain kept replaying something stupid you’d said three nights ago. “you always act like you’re in charge even when nobody asked you to be.”

he could still hear the smugness in your voice. could still picture the look on your face when you’d said it.

“for fuck’s sake,” he muttered under his breath, dragging both hands over his face. it was ridiculous. you were ridiculous. annoying. argumentative. impossible.

so why the hell was he thinking about you while trying to work? even worse, why did the thought of you make his chest tighten strangely?

he shoved the feeling away immediately. hatred. obviously. that had to be what this was.

except hatred usually didn’t make his pulse jump every time his phone lit up with a message in the group chat, secretly hoping it was you.

hatred shouldn't make his cock hard. and it definitely shouldn't make his thoughts slip to you when he was jerking off.

hatred shouldn’t have made him notice your absence the second he walked into felix’s apartment friday night.

he asked about you before he could stop himself. felix looked up so fast it was almost suspicious. “damn,” he said slowly. “you didn’t even say hi first.”

chan frowned immediately. “i was just asking.” felix smirked at that, “sure you were.”

he ignored the grin spreading across felix’s face and scanned the room again anyway. you weren’t there. and suddenly, the night felt off. quieter, less entertaining. he hated that most of all.

and once he noticed it, he couldn’t stop noticing it. every room he entered, his eyes searched for you automatically. every conversation felt slightly duller when you weren’t interrupting him halfway through it. every joke landed flatter when it wasn’t making you roll your eyes.

it got worse after that. at the gym, he caught himself thinking about the way you looked at him whenever you argued, so... unimpressed. like you enjoyed challenging him just as much as he enjoyed provoking you.

this was the first time he felt the pressing need to jerk off. to the thought of you.

he rushed home from the gym, cock already half-hard in his pants. had been for the past hour. even an ice-cold shower did nothing.

he dropped his gym back to the floor, making his way to his room immediately, dropping onto his bed. he ran his hands over his face, grabbing his hair.

"fuck you." he said into the empty room before grabbing his hard on through his shorts, squeezing it.

he didn't want to do it, jerking off to you. his pride, his ego, screamed at him to stop. to not do this with you on his mind. he grabbed his phone, unlocking it with one hand while his other slipped into his pants.

porn should do it. watching any other chick, hearing her moans instead of your fucking laugh in his mind. porn used to be his remedy when his mind wouldn't shut up about you. but right now it did nothing. he only saw you. only heard you.

he groaned in frustration, closing the tab on his phone, forcing his hand to stop working his cock. it twitched desperately in his fist, demanding more.

he wanted to text you. to tell you to stop invading his thoughts. tell you how much he hated you. for being so fucking mouthy. for making it impossible for him to jerk off properly. to demand you to do something about it. but he knew you'd only mock him for it.

his thumb moved on its own as it opened his photo gallery. he didn't notice what he was searching for until he found pictures of the last time you hung out with the group.

he loved the shirt you were wearing back then. loved how it made your tits look. fuck. suddenly he was thinking about your tits, wondering what they'd feel like in his hands. he imagined you arching your back, leaning into the touch as he grabbed them, squeezed them, pinched your nipples until you were whimpering.

his hand started moving on his cock again without him realising. his mind was too far gone. he thought about swirling his tongue around your nipples, sucking on them, wondering what your moans would sound like.

but he didn't only want to suck your nipples. he wanted to suck the soft flesh surrounding them. sucking, biting until it left a mark. right on your precious tit. he'd cover you in them, leaving marks all over you. fuck, you'd look so beautiful when he was done with you.

he noticed his fist jerking his cock only when he groaned involuntarily, his eyes fixated on the screen, on the picture of you. he wanted you. needed you. so bad it made his balls tighten.

he felt his orgasm approaching. fuck no, he couldn't cum to the thought of you. no matter how many times he thought of you while jerking off, he always managed to distract himself enough, think of anything but you when he found his release.

but right now he couldn't stop. couldn't stop imagining leaving his marks on you. he wanted to spank you until your butt cheeks were all red and covered in his handprints. finally making you realise who was in fucking charge.

the thought of you surrendering to him, to having his way with you, finally made him come undone. he gave his cock a few more strokes, tearing his gaze away from his phone, head thrown back against the pillow. and he blew his fucking load to the thought of you, whispering your name into the dark room.

after that, chan started gravitating towards you unconsciously. if you were in the kitchen, suddenly he needed a drink. if you were outside, he somehow ended up outside too. if you sat on the couch, he’d lean against the wall closest to you without even realising it. and then there was the hugging thing.

god, he hated the hugging thing. you hugged everyone. felix. the other members. friends arriving. friends leaving. everyone except him.

the first time he noticed it, irritation flared so fast it startled him. the second time, it became impossible not to watch.

you’d grin at somebody, arms wrapping around them casually while chan stood nearby pretending not to care. pretending not to notice. pretending he didn’t immediately wonder what it would feel like if you touched him like that. if your tits pressed against him. your scent surrounding him.

it got even worse when someone else made you laugh. especially men.

one night, seungmin had you nearly doubled over at the kitchen counter, laughing so hard you grabbed his arm for balance.

chan felt something ugly twist in his chest. before he even realised what he was doing, he crossed the room. “what’s so funny?” he asked flatly.

your laughter faded slightly as you looked up at him.“nothing you’d enjoy.”

“try me.”

"you don’t have a sense of humor.”

seungmin laughed awkwardly before quickly excusing himself the second chan looked at him.

coward.

you narrowed your eyes immediately. “did you just scare him off?”

“if he got scared that easily, that’s his problem.”

“you’re unbelievable.”

“then stop talking to me.” he said quietly, stepping closer.

the words settled heavily between you. your expression flickered for half a second. and christ, that was another problem entirely.

because lately, every time you looked at him, he forgot for a moment that this was supposed to be hatred at all.

a few days later, a heavy summer storm hit the city. and it had gotten bad fast.

rain hammered against the streets hard enough to blur the city lights, thunder rumbling low and heavy overhead while you hurried towards the studio building with your jacket pulled uselessly over your head. you and felix had made plans to go out for dinner after the studio tonight.

by the time security let you upstairs after recognising you as “one of felix’s people,” you were completely soaked. your shoes squeaked against the floor as you pushed open the studio door with an exhausted sigh already forming, only for it to die immediately when you saw who was inside.

chan sat alone in the swivel chair in front of the mixing desk, one arm resting against the armrest while music played quietly through the speakers.

of course. you sighed dramatically. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

he glanced over his shoulder lazily. “nice to see you too.”

“where’s felix?”

“not here, obviously.”

you rolled your eyes, already pulling your phone out.“helpful as always.”

“i try.” but when chan turned fully in the chair, whatever sarcastic response he’d been about to make stopped short.

his eyes dragged over you slowly. rainwater clung to your clothes, your shirt damp enough to stick to your skin, droplets still sliding down your neck and disappearing beneath the fabric. his dick twitched. for once, chan looked genuinely speechless.

your stomach flipped annoyingly at the expression on his face. “take a picture,” you muttered.

his jaw tightened immediately, like he’d just been caught doing something illegal. before he could answer, your phone buzzed.

felix: « storm’s too bad. roads are fucked. can’t make it tonight sorry 😭»

you stared at the message in disbelief. “you’re joking.”

“what?”

“felix bailed.”

chan snorted softly. “smartest thing he’s done all week.”

and then the power cut out. the room dropped into darkness instantly. you jumped hard enough to knock your knee against the couch beside you. “shit—”

a laugh echoed through the dark. “you scared of a little darkness?”

“absolutely not.”

“you literally jumped just now.”

a flashlight flicked on a second later, illuminating the room dimly from below as chan leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too entertained by your suffering. the lighting made him look unfairly attractive. which only irritated you further.

“what, no candles around?” you asked dryly. “could make this whole thing a little cosier.”

his brows lifted. “this is a fucking studio.”

“and?”

“not exactly a place that calls for romance.”

you snorted. “pity. you probably bang a lot of chicks here considering you’re basically married to the studio. could’ve at least provided them with ambiance.”

chan barked out a laugh at that. an actual laugh. "trust me,” he said, eyes glinting in the flashlight glow, “i don’t need romance for that.”

“oh, i’m sure your personality alone does all the heavy lifting.”

“you saying i’m charming?”

“i’m saying you’re bossy. probably sucking up to people if you want something.”

he shook his head slowly, still staring at you in that intense way that always made your heartbeat feel uneven.

outside, thunder cracked loudly enough to rattle the windows. you crossed your arms instinctively, suppressing a shiver.

unfortunately, chan noticed immediately. his eyes narrowed slightly as another tremor ran through you. “you’re freezing.”

“i’m fine.”

“you’re shaking.”

“wow,” you deadpanned, “your observational skills are incredible.”

he rolled his eyes before reaching behind him blindly, grabbing a black sweater from the couch and tossing it towards you.

it hit your chest. you looked down at it suspiciously. then back at him. “…you own sweaters? wow. didn't expect that with you always running around in your stupid tank tops." you loved the stupid tank tops.

“hilarious.”

you held the sweater between two fingers. “this thing probably reeks of ego.”

“put the fucking hoodie on.”

you snorted softly, still not moving. “i think i’d rather suffer.”

“christ,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “stop being so fucking stubborn.”

“make me.” the words slipped out too naturally. too easily. and the second they did, the room changed.

chan went still. the flashlight from his phone cast shadows across his face as his eyes locked onto yours with dangerous intensity.

your pulse skipped. his gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before lifting again. slowly. oh, he knew exactly how to make you less stubborn.

“careful,” he said quietly. your breath caught despite yourself.

but instead of backing down, you tilted your head slightly. “or what?”

his eyes darkened slightly at that. the storm outside seemed louder suddenly, rain hammering against the windows while the studio sat in near darkness around you.

chan leaned back slowly in the chair, one hand still holding his phone loosely against his thigh. “you really don’t know when to stop talking.”

you clutched the sweater against your chest. “you say that like you aren’t the one constantly starting arguments with me.”

“because you make it easy.”

“or maybe you’re obsessed with hearing yourself speak.”

he laughed quietly under his breath. “see?” he murmured. “there it is.”

“what?”

“that mouth.”

heat crept annoyingly up your neck. you tried to ignore it. “you mean the one that hurts your feelings every other day?” you said sweetly.

“please.” his gaze dragged over you again, slow enough to make your stomach tighten. “if anything, i think you enjoy getting my attention.”

you scoffed immediately. “you’re unbelievable.”

“you came here soaked out of your mind during a storm.”

“to see felix.”

“sure.”

“god, your ego is exhausting.”

“and yet you ended up alone with me.”

the words landed heavier than they should have. you hated that your heartbeat reacted instantly. and chan noticed, your flushed face making him way more aroused than it should.

his eyes narrowed slightly, like he was studying every tiny shift in your expression.

“you know what your problem is?” you said, mostly to regain control of the conversation.

“enlighten me.”

“you think everybody wants you.”

one corner of his mouth pulled upward. “you saying you don’t?”

your breath caught for half a second. just enough. his expression changed immediately the moment he noticed. to satisfaction? or interest? something far more dangerous underneath both.

“wow,” he said softly. “that almost sounded convincing.” you glared at him. “you’re insufferable.”

“and you’re nervous.”

“i’m cold.”

“right.” his voice dipped lower on the word. you hated the way it affected you. hated the way the flashlight glow caught against his jaw, the way his eyes stayed fixed on you like he was trying to peel apart every reaction you had.

outside, thunder cracked again. you instinctively stepped closer to him. not close enough to touch. but close enough for him to notice.

a mistake. because chan's gaze dropped briefly to your bare legs before lifting back to your face.

“put the fucking sweater on,” he said quietly this time. “why? worried about me?”

his eyes held yours. “more than i should be.”

the room went painfully still after that. your pulse stumbled hard enough to make you angry.

you ended up leaving the studio an hour later once the rain calmed enough to be manageable again. not before chan practically shoved the sweater at you a second time after catching you trying to hand it back. “put it the fuck on,” he said flatly.

“wow. so caring.”

“don’t flatter yourself.”

you rolled your eyes, but you still wore it out into the storm. and annoyingly enough, by the time you got home, you realised it smelled exactly like him.

cedar wood and clean laundry. you hated that.

hated it even more when you caught yourself pulling the sleeves over your hands and burying your face into the fabric for half a second while kicking your shoes off near the door.

“oh, this is bad,” you muttered to yourself immediately. because now your apartment smelled faintly like chan too.

meanwhile, back at the studio, chan sat alone in the chair staring at his phone like it had personally offended him. the power had returned twenty minutes ago. music played softly through the speakers again. but he hadn’t gotten any work done since you left.

his mind kept replaying the way you looked wearing his sweater. sleeves hanging past your hands.

your hair still slightly damp from the rain.

fuck.

he scrubbed a hand over his face aggressively. this was getting ridiculous. you were annoying. stubborn. mouthy. constantly arguing with him.

he did not fucking care whether you got home safe. so why was he still staring at your contact like a man possessed? his thumb hovered over the keyboard. stopped. started again. stopped.

don’t text her. seriously. don’t. you’d never let him live it down.

he tossed the phone onto the desk. picked it back up thirty seconds later. “for fuck’s sake,” he muttered.

before he could overthink it again, his fingers moved.

chan: « got home okay? »

he stared at the message the second it sent, immediate regret settling in. what the hell was wrong with him? his phone buzzed less than a minute later. and despite himself, his heart kicked hard against his ribs.

« no actually. died halfway there. »

his mouth twitched instantly. god. there it was again. that stupid rush every time you answered him.

« tragic. hope my hoodie survived though. »

you snorted softly to yourself while curling further into your couch.

« barely. still reeks of your fucking ego. »

he leaned back in the chair, smiling before he could stop himself, like an idiot.

« you still wearing it? »

your eyes narrowed at the message.

« why? you miss it? »

three dots appeared almost immediately. disappeared. appeared again. you stared at your screen way too intently.

« maybe i just don’t trust you with my clothes. »

heat crept into your face annoyingly fast.

« relax. i’m not trying to steal your precious hoodie. »

« already did. »

your stomach flipped. you hated how much you liked this version of him. because somehow, over text, the banter felt even more entertaining. like all his attention narrowed directly onto you. you bit your lip before typing back.

« you this annoying with everyone or am i special? »

this time, his reply took longer. far longer. chan stared at the message for a while, jaw tightening slightly because the answer came too easily.

you’re the only person who talks back.

you’re the only one i think about this much.

you’re the only one who gets under my skin.

instead, he typed:

« don’t let it get to your head. »

a couple days later, you found yourself back at the studio again. mostly because felix had begged you to bring him lunch after claiming he was “seconds away from starving to death.” dramatic.

you sat cross-legged on the couch while felix inhaled noodles beside you, rambling about some artist they'd been working with while music played quietly through the speakers.

you were halfway through making fun of him for nearly setting the break room microwave on fire earlier when the studio door opened.

and immediately, your attention shifted. chan walked in wearing all black, headphones hanging around his neck, one hand pushing through his hair tiredly before his eyes landed on you.

his expression barely changed. but his heartbeat did. fast enough to irritate him instantly. because there you were again, sitting comfortably in his space like you belonged there now. laughing, talking, wearing that exact expression that always made him want to argue with you just to keep your attention on him longer.

“look who decided to show up,” you said casually.

“look who keeps invading my studio.”

felix looked between the two of you with immediate interest.

chan dropped into the chair across from you before his eyes narrowed slightly. “did you bring my hoodie?” you blinked innocently. “no.” his brows lifted. “no?”

“that’s what i said.”

“you keeping it now?”

you snorted softly. “maybe i like it.”

his gaze flickered over you slowly. "should i be worried?”

“depends,” you said lightly. “you emotionally attached to it?”

“not usually.”

felix looked absolutely delighted. “jesus christ,” he whispered to himself.

you ignored him. mostly because chan was still staring at you with that infuriatingly focused expression that made you feel overly aware of yourself.

“i can go get it right now if you’re gonna be dramatic about it,” you said.

the smart response would’ve been no. he knew that. he should’ve said: don’t bother. it’s just a hoodie. bring it whenever.

instead, his mouth betrayed him. “go ahead.”

you stared at him for a second before laughing in disbelief. “you are such a fucking pain in the ass.”

“you took my hoodie.”

“you told me to wear it!"

“didn’t say permanently.”

you narrowed your eyes at him while felix openly watched the exchange like live entertainment. “see?” you muttered. “this is exactly what i mean. you always need things your way.”

“and you always pretend you don’t like giving me a hard time.”

“i could think of a million things i'd rather do.”

“sure.” god, that smug look on his face made you want to throw something at him.

instead, you leaned back against the couch dramatically. “well, too bad. i’m not going home right now just because you snapped your fingers.”

his jaw twitched slightly. “fine,” he said after a second. “i’ll pick it up tonight after the studio.”

your heart stumbled instantly, hard enough to genuinely piss you off. because suddenly all you could think about was chan standing inside your apartment. wearing that look, talking to you in that low voice, being alone with you again.

you forced yourself to stay casual. “fine.” but the word came out thinner than you intended.

his eyes stayed on you for one extra second too long before the corner of his mouth tilted upward slightly, satisfied. like he’d already figured out exactly what that idea did to you too.

a little after eight, your phone buzzed. you stared at the notification longer than necessary.

« address. »

your thumbs hovered over the keyboard while your heartbeat steadily picked up speed. this was a bad idea. letting chan into your apartment, alone, at night, after whatever the hell had been happening between you lately, felt objectively stupid.

his hoodie sat freshly washed and perfectly folded on your desk like evidence of a problem you refused to acknowledge. you should’ve just brought it to the studio earlier.

after another minute of overthinking, you sent him your address anyway. the three dots appeared almost immediately.

« be there in thirty. »

your stomach flipped. “this is so fucking stupid,” you muttered to yourself. and yet you still fixed your hair before he arrived. fucking pathetic.

exactly thirty minutes later, there was a knock at your door. of course he was punctual. you had no idea why the smallest thing about him annoyed you this much.

you grabbed the hoodie quickly before opening the door just enough to shove it towards him immediately. “here. now leave.”

chan looked down at the folded sweater in your hands before slowly lifting his eyes back to your face. “cute welcome.”

“you came for the hoodie. here it is."

instead of taking it right away, he leaned one arm against the doorframe casually. his gaze stayed fixed on you while he finally took the sweater from your hands. and then he noticed it. the scent. your detergent.

his fingers tightened slightly around the fabric. fuck. he hated how much he liked it. hated the immediate thought that crossed his mind.

you narrowed your eyes. “why are you looking at it like that?”

“nothing.”

“you’re literally glaring at your own hoodie.”

“i’m thinking.”

“dangerous hobby for someone like you.”

his mouth twitched. there it was again. that tiny almost-smile that only ever seemed to appear around you. “you washed it.”

“obviously.”

“didn’t think you had it in you.”

you scoffed immediately. “god, you’re annoying.”

“you say that every time you see me.”

“because it remains true every time i see you.”

he laughed quietly under his breath before his eyes drifted past you briefly into your apartment. “you gonna make me stand out here all night?”

“that was actually the plan.”

“rude.”

“you'll survive.” but despite the sarcasm, you stepped aside anyway.

the second chan walked past you, the atmosphere shifted. you shut the door quickly behind him before you could overthink the fact that you were now alone with him again.

his eyes landed on you again almost immediately. “you nervous?” he asked suddenly. you blinked. “what?”

“you keep fidgeting.” you immediately stopped moving out of spite. “you’re imagining things.”

“am i?”

“yes.”

he hummed softly, unconvinced. “interesting.”

“what is?”

“you only get defensive when i’m right.”

“and you only talk this much when you want attention.” his brows lifted slightly. "you think i want your attention?”

you laughed once in disbelief. “please. you practically orbit around me at this point.”

that hit harder than intended. you could tell immediately by the way his expression shifted.

chan stepped closer slowly, enough to make your pulse spike.

“careful,” he said quietly. “you’re sounding very confident for someone whose heart is racing right now.”

your breath caught. “you’re insufferable.”

“you already said that.”

“because you keep proving it.”

“then tell me why,” he murmured, eyes dropping briefly to your mouth, “you still let me in?"

the tension snapped tighter instantly.

“don’t flatter yourself,” you said, though your voice came out weaker than intended. “you came here for a hoodie.”

“right.” the way he said it made heat spread low in your stomach. because suddenly it very much did not feel like this was about the hoodie anymore.

the room felt unbearably small now. every sarcastic comment, every lingering glance, every argument between you two over the past weeks suddenly sat heavy in the air between you.

chan stayed close. close enough that you could see the tension in his jaw every time you opened your mouth again. which, naturally, only made you want to push him further.

“you know,” you said lightly, even though your pulse was completely betraying you now, “for someone who supposedly can’t stand me, you spend an awful lot of time in my personal space.”

his eyes narrowed. “you think this is me trying to be close to you?”

“i think you’re obsessed with annoying me.”

a humourless laugh left him. “trust me,” he murmured, “if i wanted to annoy you, you’d know.”

your stomach tightened hard at the tone of his voice. but you still crossed your arms stubbornly. “wow. terrifying.”

chan couldn't help but stare at your arms crossed over your tits. those goddamn tits. “you should be scared.”

“of what?”

his gaze locked onto yours completely. “of how much i’m trying not to lose my patience with you right now.”

the words hit like a physical thing, your breath catching slightly. his expression darkened. “there it is,” he said quietly. you swallowed once. “there’s what?”

“that look.”

“what look?”

“the one you get when you stop pretending you hate this.”

heat flooded your face instantly. “you’re delusional.”

“am i?” he stepped even closer. your back nearly brushed the edge of the counter behind you now. every instinct screamed at you to move. you didn’t. because despite the tension winding painfully tight in your chest, despite how impossible he was, you wanted him close.

“you talk too much,” chan muttered suddenly, eyes fixed on your mouth now instead of your eyes.

you scoffed softly, though it came out shakier than intended. “yet you’re always listening.”

“that’s the problem.” your heartbeat stumbled at his low voice. “do you have any idea,” he said slowly, “how fucking badly i want to shut that smart mouth of yours?”

silence crashed between you. your breath came shallow now. because suddenly all the tension between you two finally had a name. and judging by the way chan looked at you, he’d stopped trying to deny it entirely.

you should’ve stepped away. should’ve said something sarcastic. something sharp. something safe.

instead, your eyes flicked briefly to his lips before you whispered, far too softly: “what’s keeping you then?”

that was it. whatever restraint chan had left snapped instantly. his hand caught your jaw almost desperately before he crashed his mouth against yours. like he’d been holding himself back for weeks and finally lost the fight.

the kiss was all heat and frustration and ruined patience. you kissed him back immediately, fingers gripping the front of his shirt as his other hand braced against the counter beside you.

and god, chan kissed exactly how he argued: intense and demanding. like he tried to be in control even in the heat of the moment.

a quiet sound caught in his throat when you pulled him closer, like he couldn’t quite believe this was finally happening either.

his forehead pressed briefly against yours when he pulled back just enough to breathe, both of you visibly affected now. and then the idiot actually muttered: “still think i’m annoying?”

you let out a breathless laugh despite yourself. “the most annoying."

his mouth curved against yours again. “yeah,” he murmured, already kissing you again, “but you kiss me anyway?"

you snorted against his lips. "just trying to see whether your ego is justified."

a dark chuckle escaped chan's throat, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him, his erection pressing against your lower belly.

"think you can impress me with a hard cock?" chan's hands twitched at that. he wanted to smack that smug expression of your face so badly. wanted to make you shut that goddamn mouth of yours.

instead, he inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. "watch it." he said through gritted teeth, trying to hold onto his last bit of self control.

"or what?" you replied confidently, looking up at him, smiling way too sweetly. chan's breaths came out heavier, his hips grinding against you instinctively.

"or i will show you exactly what this cock is capable of doing to you. and spoiler alert, you're not gonna like it."

you snorted at that. actually snorted, right in his face. "yeah? think you're gonna break me, channie?" the soft nickname on your lips were his complete undoing. his cock twitched, you felt it through the fabric. he placed his hands on the counter on either side of you, pulling back but caging you in. he could no longer be this close to you, he had to get his cock away from you. because he was about to snap.

"you have no idea what you're doing to me." he spoke, voice rough. a smug expression crossed your face, you leaned forward, breath hot against his ear as you whispered, "what if i know exactly what i'm doing to you?"

his hand shot up, grabbing your hair so hard it hurt, tilting your head back. you couldn't help yourself but moan out, legs clenching together. chan smirked, grip tightening in your hair, "you fucking like that? being manhandled? where's your fucking smugness now?"

you stared at him, hating how your body betrayed you. "fuck you, chan." you muttered. but that only encouraged him. he knew he had you.

"that the only comeback you can think of?" he mocked, his other hand now grabbing your jaw, holding your head in place. he pressed his body against you again. "c'mon, put that smart mouth to work. i dare you."

but you remained silent, breaths coming out in puffs as you tried to calm your racing heart. "where did your attitude go, hm?" he asked, pushing his leg between yours. he pressed his thigh against your core, making your breath hitch, looking at you with mocking eyes.

"you asked me if i think i can break you? yes, i can. tell me to stop and i will leave right through that door. but if you say yes to this, i will make sure you forget your own fucking name."

he waited. patiently. for any answer. for a simple yes or no. you blinked up at him, mind racing, until you finally nodded your head confidently. "is that a yes?" he asked, tone still mocking. "use your fucking words." his tone was commanding as ever. but he needed to hear it, needed your verbal consent.

"yes—" you choked out. and after that, all hell broke loose.

a low sound escaped chan's throat, his grip on your hair tightening, yanking your away from the counter and towards the couch. it hurt, the way he was handling you. he pushed you towards the sofa, finally letting go of your hair. "undress." he said, standing tall in front of you, arms crossed as he watched you. "i'm not gonna ask again."

your fingers trembled slightly as you started undressing yourself, eyes never leaving his. "for fuck's sake." chan muttered, clearly impatient. he smacked your hands away, basically ripping your clothes away. his hands roamed over your body, feeling your warm skin against his fingertips. you felt better than he could have ever imagined. he groaned, his mouth suddenly back on yours. the kiss was laced with desperation as his hands grabbed your tits, squeezing them through your bra before taking it off with skilled fingers. "fucking perfect." he muttered more to himself than you.

he pinched your nipples hard, needing to know how you react to it. you hissed, biting your lip, gaining a smirk from chan.

he pushed you down on the couch, standing tall in front of you. his thumb traced over your lower lip. "open." he grabbed your hair, tilting your head back. "tongue out." your jaw clenched slightly, not wanting to obey him, wanting to challenge him. but when his grip in your hair tightened painfully, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. chan leaned forward, spitting into your mouth before sliding two fingers along your tongue. he moved them further into your mouth, his cock twitching in his pants.

"i'm gonna show you how to put that smart mouth of yours to good use, yeah?" he muttered as he started sliding his fingers in and out of you. you wrapped your lips around them, looking up at him. he pulled your hair harder, tilting your head further, retrieving his fingers from between your lips and smacking your cheek hard. "fucking answer when i'm talking to you."

your breath caught in your throat, eyes watering the slightest bit. "well right now, you're all big words and no fucking action." your snappy response earned you another slap against your cheek, coating it with your saliva that was still on his fingers.

"you fucking bitch." chan just shook his head, unable to believe that you still had the audacity to talk back. he yanked your hair. hard. moving you to lie on your back, head on the armrest of the couch. he pulled you further until your head was hanging over the edge.

he was already working on his pants, pulling them down, freeing his cock, right over your face. he gave it a few strokes, watching you. he didn't waste another second, tapping it against your lips. you smelled him, the saltiness of his precum coating his tip.

he didn't push in, not yet. he smeared his precum over your lips. "tap my thigh three times in a row if it gets too much. understand?" he asked, growing more impatient by the minute. you nodded. fucking nodded. "words, sweetheart." he said through gritted teeth.

"i understand." you said.

"good girl."

"don't fucking call me that. i'm not your good girl."

chan only grinned at that. "you'd rather i keep insulting you?"

"i'd rather you finally put that cock to use." you snapped back. he smacked your tit, making you flinch. "yeah, i fucking should. shut that goddamn mouth of yours for once."

and with that, he pushed his cock past your lips, his hips snapping involuntarily, shoving his length down your throat. "fuck—" he cursed loudly, watching your throat, how it took shape of his length. "holy—"

you immediately gagged around him, not having expected him to just shove his entire length in with no further warning.

and he fucking kept it there, making you choke, cutting off your air supply. you tapped his thigh three times, and he immediately pulled back, realising that he got caught in the moment. you immediately took a deep breath, coughing.

"you want to be treated like a fucking whore, then fucking take it like one."

"you're a fucking asshole, bang chan, you know that?"

a dark chuckle erupted from somewhere deep inside him. "yet you still take my fucking cock like you're my own personal slut." and before you could say anything, he rammed his cock back into your mouth, deep down your throat.

his hips moved in quick little thrusts, fucking your mouth till you couldn't breathe, pulling back to let you get some oxygen before repeating his movements. his hand reached for your throat, squeezing it, feeling the pressure of his own hand around his cock buried deep down.

you choked. hard. your body started jolting until he finally pulled out, a long strip of saliva still connecting your mouth to his cock.

"you're trying to fucking choke me to death?" your voice sounded hoarse, your throat so raw it hurt to talk. chan just grinned down at you, his fingers smearing your own saliva all over your pretty lips. you caught his finger, biting it.

"fuck! you bitch!" chan called in surprise, withdrawing his hand, connecting it to your cheek with a hard smack. and of all possible things you could have done, you fucking moaned at his action. "you're un-fucking-believable." chan muttered through gritted teeth.

"on your hands and knees." he ordered, voice way too calm for the storm inside him. you snorted. "don't fucking boss me around like that."

chan was losing his patience. he grabbed you, handled your body with a strength that left you breathless as he flipped you over on your stomach. "don't make me tie you the fuck up."

you snorted again. fuck, it drove him wild. he wanted to punish you for fucking breathing. "be my guest. i don't own any ropes."

a slow, wicked grin spread on chan's face. "oh, trust me. i can get very creative." and with that, his hands left you and you heard him wander off. you turned your head to the side, watching him waltz around your apartment like he fucking owned the place.

"what the fuck are you doing?" you snapped, already shuffling to get up.

"if you dare move even a fucking inch, i'm gonna spank your ass till it's burning red." your breath hitched at his words. but that still didn't stop you from rising to your feet and following him. who did he even think he was?

you found him in your bedroom, picking up a belt that was stored neatly in one of your drawers. he looked ridiculous. going through your stuff, half naked, his stupid cock still glistening with your saliva.

you stood there, butt naked, crossing your arms over your chest. "stop fucking going through my stuff."

"why? hiding something you don't want me to find?"

you snorted, "no. just don't like fucking assholes going through my things."

he walked past your bed, opening the drawer of your nightstand. "oh my god! you have no fucking respect!"

you knew what he would find. and you couldn't care less. he held up your pink vibrator a few seconds later, grinning like he found a precious treasure. "cute." he muttered.

"oh wow, blame a girl for owning a goddamn vibrator."

chan turned around, standing in front of you, vibrator in one hand, belt in the other. "you get yourself off with this thing?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

"yes." you replied confidently but couldn't suppress the soft flush spreading from your neck to your face. chan grin only widened. his eyes travelled past you, landing on a light scarf hanging over the back of your desk chair. "perfect." he muttered, walking past you to grab it. "remember how i told you not to fucking move?"

you rolled your eyes, "remember how i told you not to boss me around?"

chan came up behind you. you could feel the heat radiating from his body. he threw the vibrator and the scarf on the bed. your eyes followed the items. "you know, that scarf is actually my favourite, if you ruin it—"

"don't care." he cut you off, grabbing your wrists, yanking them behind your back harshly. he tied the belt around them, making you gasp.

"and the only thing i plan on ruining," he moved his hands up your arms, fingertips ghosting over the skin, giving you goosebumps. "is you."

his lips connected to your shoulders, leaving a few kisses till he reached your neck. his arms snaked around you from behind, pulling you flush against him, his cock hard against your butt. he bit your neck hard, making you hiss, before sucking the flesh, making sure to leave a fucking mark.

he pulled back slightly, watching the skin change colour, grinning in satisfaction, before repeating it a little further up. your ass ground against his cock, making him suck your skin harder.

"fuck, you like getting marked like a fucking whore?" he whispered against your skin, his hands squeezing your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you moan. "chan—"

you moaning his name like that was his complete undoing. he needed more. needed more of you moaning his name, screaming it.

he grabbed the small vibrator from the bed, turning it on and guiding it over your hardened nipples. you pressed yourself harder against him, soft moans now constantly leaving your lips. he started grinding his hard cock against you, moving the vibrator down to your cunt, running it over your clit lazily. you arched your back, your hips starting to move against the toy. "chan, please—" you couldn't suppress the soft whimper, no idea where the sudden needy tone came from. but it made him lose his mind.

he threw you on your bed, yanking your ass up before you could even gather yourself, your hands still tied tightly behind your back.

he started wrapping your scarf around your thighs in figure 8s, tying them together. once he was done, he took a step back, admiring the view. you turned your head to the side, pressed against the mattress, ass in the air. you tried to get a glimpse of him. he stood there, swallowing hard, just... watching you.

"you're a fucking weirdo, bang chan."

his eyes didn't move away from your bare core, "shut up or i will gag you." he said as his eyes finally met yours. he moved closer to the bed, leaning forward, brushing a few loose strands of hair out of your face. "if anything gets too much, you use the word 'red' and i will stop immediately, okay?" you blinked at him a few times. the fact that he still ...cared, despite the hatred, despite you riling him up constantly, made something warm settle in your chest. "okay."

his hand started caressing your butt cheeks, way too softly. the serious expression on his face was replaced by a smirk. and then he smacked you. hard. you couldn't move, hands tied together, thighs tied together. all you could do was flinch.

"you should learn to fucking listen. if i tell you not to move, you don't fucking move." another smack. you opened your mouth, wanting to protest. he cut you off with another deliberate slap. "don't you fucking dare talking back right now." he said, making you grin. fucking grin.

"god—" he shook his head, his next smack making you wince from the sting. and then his finger just entered you with no fucking warning. you moaned out loud in surprise, moving back against his touch.

chan let out a dark chuckle. "you're so fucking desperate, it's pathetic." he said, his finger moving in and out of you with ease. "so fucking wet."

his free hand slapped your ass again, so hard it left a handprint. he added a second finger, curling them inside you, making you moan involuntarily. "fuck, chan—"

his cock twitched at you moaning his name again. fuck, that did things to him. "again." he muttered, teeth clenched, trying to keep any bit of self-control. "moan my fucking name again." he pumped his fingers faster, curling them at just the right spot, his name leaving your lips in soft moans, driving him insane.

he dropped to his knees, pulling his fingers out of you and burying his face into your cunt. "fuck!" you cried out, body jolting forwards. he grabbed your hips harshly, holding you in place as he fed on you like a man starved.

"tastes so fucking good." he groaned against you, his tongue swirling around your clit a couple of times before licking up to your entrance, pushing inside you. he reached for the vibrator again, turning it on, bringing it to your clit, while his tongue moved in and out of your hole.

you ground your cunt against him, moaning shamelessly as you felt your orgasm build up. "chan—" you moaned and he knew. he wanted to deny you the orgasm, wanted to edge you, to make you feel as desperate as you always made him feel. but he couldn't. not when you were moaning so sweetly. not when your cunt was grinding against his face so desperately.

your legs started trembling and he threw the vibrator away. it scattered on the floor somewhere as chan grabbed your hips harder, fingers digging into you so hard, they'd leave bruises. he held you in place, burying his face deeper inside you.

"just fucking come on my face already." he murmured into you, big hands moving to your ass, squeezing the cheeks harshly.

you tried to hold back your orgasm, not wanting him to feel even the slightest amount of pride for making you come. and he noticed. noticed the way you tried to hold back.

"for fuck's sake!" he groaned, pushing two fingers back inside you, curling them right where you needed them, making you cry out.

"stop being so fucking stubborn." his fingers pumped into you relentlessly, hitting your g-spot again and again, making you see stars, head spinning. until you finally could no longer hold back. with one last flick of his tongue over your clit, you came undone. he guided you through your orgasm and you could feel his fucking grin against your cunt.

"that's it." he murmured, clearly satisfied with himself. "just shut the fuck up." you snapped. bad idea. he smacked your cunt so hard, it made you lose balance, collapsing onto the mattress. with your legs and hands still tied, you couldn't lift yourself up, legs still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

chan just chuckled darkly behind you, giving his cock a few pumps, watching you being completely at his mercy. he's been dreaming about this, fantasising about it. his eyes wander over your body, spotting every goddamn mark he left. bites, hickeys, fingerprints. he loved it. but he needed more.

he reached forward, grabbing your hair and yanking you back. his breath was hot against your ear, his cock pressing against your ass. "i'm gonna fuck you now, yeah? fill that pretty little cunt. mark you properly."

he gave you a few seconds to protest, but you didn't. you were still catching your breath, body still trembling. he let go of your hair, starting to undress himself. you didn't want to look. you knew he was handsome as fuck, didn't need a proof of that. but you couldn't help turning your head, watching him over your shoulder. fuck.

"stop staring." he said, not even looking up as he neatly placed his clothes over the chair at your desk. your eyes traced his toned body, all the way to his perfect ass. goddamnit.

"don't fucking flatter yourself." you snorted, but your words lacked any bite. chan ignored it, standing behind you, cock fucking throbbing and all. "ass up." he ordered. you struggled against the restraints, trying to move back onto your knees.

"fucking pathetic." chan murmured as he gripped your hips and pulled you up. his hands sprawled over your butt cheeks, squeezing them. you hissed. they still hurt from earlier.

chan just watched you for a while, with you getting impatient. "stop staring." you repeated the words he just threw at you, grinning to yourself. his hands flinched against your butt cheeks, ready to smack the shit out of you, but he took a deep breath instead.

he spit down on his cock, using one hand to spread his saliva over it, before pushing inside you with no further warning. "fuck!" you cried out, jolting forwards. "godfuckingdamnit chan!"

you were so fucking wet, he just slid right in, all the way. he gritted his teeth, trying not to think too much about how fucking good you actually feel. trying not to think about how he actually, finally, has his cock buried inside your fucking cunt. trying not to think about— fuck. his cock twitched inside you, realising how your walls are clamping down on him.

it pissed him off. how good you felt. how warm you were. how fucking wet. how much he wanted you, even though he finally had you.

he grabbed your hair, wrapping it around his hand, yanking you back forcefully, his cock buried to the hilt. he yanked until you were pressed against his chest. "i'm not gonna last long if you keep clenching your fucking walls around me."

your soft moans turned into a snort. "who's pathetic now? you haven't even fucked me properly, channie."

he lost it at the sweet nickname on your lips. his free hand smacked your ass. hard. grabbing your hips. the grip in your hair tightened as he started moving. his hips snapping brutally, each thrust into your sensitive cunt making you whimper.

"you drive me fucking insane." he murmured against your neck before biting down hard, making you cry out in surprise. he groaned against your skin, keeping a steady rhythm. you cried out his name again, and again, making his head spin.

he let go of your hair, forcing you to fall onto the mattress, grabbing your hips, fucking deeper into you. his pace brutal and intense. until your legs could no longer hold you up. they shook so violently, you collapsed onto the mattress.

but he didn't stop. he adjusted to the changed angle within seconds, pushing your hips further down, hips slamming against you, fucking you into the mattress. he moved one hand between your shoulder blades, the other staying on your hip, almost his entire weight holding you down.

"chan—" everything was overwhelming and the familiar knot started tightening in your stomach. his cock rubbed against that sweet spot deep inside you, making your walls clench violently around him as you came hard.

chan cursed under his breath, your orgasm triggering his own. his thrusts become sloppy, desperate to fill your cunt with his load. desperate to fucking breed you.

with a guttural groan, he stilled deep inside you. his arms shook slightly as he emptied himself into you. you felt it, his thick load warm inside you. "fuck, that's it." he murmured almost inaudible, his hips doing small micro thrusts.

he removed his hands from you, placing them on the mattress beside you. but he didn't pull out. not yet. he reached for the belt around your hands, undoing it, freeing you.

you were both breathless, panting heavily. chan's hand reached for your face, swiping some loose strands away. "you okay?"

your body was sore. you were hyper aware of every mark he left on you, your skin burning. but you nodded. the intensity of both your orgasms was enough to make up for the soreness.

he pulled out slowly, sitting back, watching you. your legs were still tied together, looking absolutely perfect to him.

when his cum started dripping out of you, his eyes widened, addicted to the view. "fuck," he groaned, fingers catching the thick liquid, smearing it over your cunt. when more started dripping out, he groaned.

he collected every drop, pushing two fingers inside you. "chan?!" you called out in surprise, but his name died on your lips, turning into a moan. his mind was fucking gone, as he started fucking his cum right back into you with his fingers.

"fucking appreciate the load i gave you." he said, voice dark. he smacked your ass, fingers pumping in and out of you, pushing his cum back inside.

"don't lose a single fucking drop or i'll have to fill you up again."

and right then, fucking his seed back into your cunt, having you whimper at his touch, moan his name with a broken voice, one thing became perfectly clear to him. that he didn't want this to be a one time thing. already too obsessed with the way your body reacts to his.

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You sighed in relief when you let yourself fall onto your couch after a long day of work and running some errands after that. You had just slipped into some comfortable clothes and relished in the thought that you could relax for the rest of the day.

Pulling your phone out for the first time in hours, you immediately realized that relaxing was off the table.

You had multiple missed calls from Seungmin, several messages of him asking what you’re doing, if everything was okay and why you couldn’t answer the phone.

The pleas of answering or calling him back soon turned into heated orders, you could literally tell he was mad typing these. You sat in an upright position again, scrolling down to the latest message.

‘That’s it, I’m coming over’

Seungmin was supposed to be at work, he was a SWAT officer, he couldn’t just leave there. But still, you soon heard some banging against the front door.

“Open up!”

You felt goosebumps all over your body, you almost didn’t recognize his voice. It was so loud, so menacing and threatening.

“Open immediately, or else I will force my way in”.

This situation was weirdly arousing to you, the unrelenting fierceness in his tone was making you wet in no time. And as much as you probably liked seeing him burst in, you knew better and got up to follow his orders.

Instead of him giving you a kiss after entering the apartment like he always did when coming home, he shoved you inside roughly and kicked the door close with a foot.

“Hands against the wall,” he said flatly, voice thundering.

You couldn’t react to it at first, being completely stunned by him in his uniform - he always looked so damn good in it. Especially when he came home after work, sometimes having such a busy day he couldn’t even change before leaving—looking exhausted and sweaty because of the weight of the heavy duty clothes.

Now he looked more agitated than exhausted, pressing your front close to the wall until it was harder to breathe.

“Do what I say, I will use force.”

Your body moved, sliding your hands up and placing them on each side of your head.

“Seungmin-“ you began, but were cut off when he grabbed your wrists to pull them behind your back.

The roughness of his acts was new, unfamiliar, but you couldn’t help but find it intriguing.

“It’s ‘officer’ to you,” he growled.

“Officer-“ you bit down on the giggle forming in your throat, “What did I do?”

“You tell me,” he held your wrists in place with one hand, the other reaching for his handcuffs, “You didn’t answer any of my texts. Got something better to do?”

He handcuffed you quickly, years of experience making his movements swift and without any resistance from you, he had you restrained in seconds. Seungmin didn’t even need to hold you in place like this anymore, his hands were wandering.

“I was at work-“ you stopped when one hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you backwards until your head hit his shoulder, “And I was in the city after that.”

“Uh-huh, yeah. Did you meet up with that co-worker?”

Seungmin was a jealous man. Maybe that was an understatement. When the two of you were out together, he made sure to always leave a hand on you. He’d lace his fingers with yours or grab your hips or waist when you were standing close, signaling everyone you were his and only his.

“No I didn’t,“ you said, gasping when his hand was closing around your windpipe some more, asserting pressure to the sides.

You had a co-worker who didn’t understand Seungmin’s signals that you were already taken. That, or he didn’t want to understand. He would make advances with the dark haired man literally standing next to you.

“I feel like you’re lying,” he huffed, his tone changing for a moment, almost soft.

“No, he- he just approached me when I was getting groceries.”

Seungmin clicked his tongue, angling his leg to shove it between your thighs and push you forward against the wall again.

“Ahh, I see. So that’s how it is,” he chuckled a bit, “Followed you unnoticed and thought he could get away with it? What did he want, huh?”

While a hand stayed firmly against your right shoulder blade, the other reached in between your legs. One of his feet nudged your own further apart so he had better access. He wasn’t feeling merciful enough to shove your shorts aside or down so you could feel his fingers directly on your skin.

“Min-“ you huffed, resting your cheek on the wall.

Another frustrated sound from him.

“Officer-“ you corrected yourself without him needing to say something, “Please, just-“

“Ah ah ah-“ he cooed, head shaking slowly, “Rewards are for good girls who are compliant. This is an interrogation, jagi”.

His finger slid over your clothed folds, tip pressing into the spot where your entrance was. He was obviously teasing you with it, his hot breath on your neck was only making it worse.

“He- He didn’t want anything special. He asked if I wanted to grab a coffee with him.”

Seungmin froze in his movements, a frown formed on his face, eyebrows furrowed.

“What did you answer?” his voice was a growl.

His treatment was torture, you could feel the warmth of his hand through the fabric of your shorts but that wasn’t enough.

“I said no,” you whimpered and earned a gift, one finger indeed slipped inside your shorts to rub over your folds from behind.

“So tell me then,” he mused, movements stopping, “Why did you ignore me all day?”

You didn’t dare to move your hips to get friction yourself, knowing it would only lead to a punishment in his riled up state. Although you really, really wanted to.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“But?” he asked, wanting to hear an explanation.

But you could only groan in frustration, this was going for too long. You weren’t able to fight the urge to grind your pussy against his fingers, but he immediately retracted.

“I was just busy, Min- seriously, just fuck me already.”

Seungmin growled, muttering something you couldn’t understand under his breath.

“Don’t be so cruel, I know you want it too. Stop pretending,” you said, soon enough regretting that.

“You want to be fucked? Fine,” he grabbed you by your bound wrists and hauled you away from the wall to shove you into the apartment, “Maybe you need to get that damn attitude fucked out of your brain.”

Getting into the open kitchen, he bent you over the dining table, roughly shoving your face against the wood with a hand on your neck.

“You stay like that. Move an inch and I’ll leave you handcuffed to the bed and go back to work. If I feel generous enough, I won’t set the vibrator too high,” he moved back to pull your shorts and underwear down all together, “Got that?”

You trembled and shivered because of his words, there was no need to explain this any further, so you nodded hastily. He already scared away your complaints.

“Yes-“

“Yes, who?” he pulled the shorts and panties down rather unceremoniously, slapping your right cheek once - quick but powerful.

“Yes, officer,” you whined.

“That’s more like it,” he cooed, satisfied.

Both hands grabbed your ass, spreading the cheeks slightly before wandering up, shoving your shirt upwards to grip your hips properly. He played with you, enjoyed how you couldn’t do anything against it.

“Did you earn preparation?” Seungmin asked, his fingers dangerously close to your entrance again.

You whined, his other hand pressed down onto your lower back, making it impossible for you to move. The bulge in his uniform pants was obvious, it touched your naked skin and made you want to grind against him even more.

“No.”

“Hmm, good job. You’re right, pup,” he chuckled, voice so soft all of the sudden.

You loved the nickname, it made you weak. You were lucky you were bent over the table and didn’t need to stand on your own because your knees were so wobbly.

“But still, I’ll have mercy. You get one finger,” the softness of his voice was gone as he shoved his middle finger inside.

You jolted at the sudden intrusion, but moaned out loud immediately. He was mean with it, obviously skipping your g-spot on purpose, only fucking you with his finger to stretch you a bit.

“Officer-“ you gave in, played along.

“Ohhh,“ the grin on his lips was evident in his tone, “You have something to say in your defense?”

This wasn’t enough, you needed more than that. And you needed it now.

“More-“ you whimpered, “Please, more.”

Seungmin clicked his tongue, sighing in frustration before pulling his finger out again.

“Greedy slut,” he cursed, “You really don’t deserve that preparation.”

You heard him unbuckle his belt, the pull down of his zipper.

“But it’s okay, bratty pup just needs to be tamed, right?”

He pushed in, slow but steady, shoving his dick inside your pussy until he bottomed out. You choked because of the feeling of being so intensely stretched out, so intensely full. It pushed the air out of your lungs.

“So tight-“ Seungmin hummed, losing himself for a second the moment he got to be inside of you, “You’re taking me so well, pup. Almost want to forgive you for acting up.”

The grip on your hips was punishing, the way he partially pulled out and snapped forward again was probably bruising you from the inside.

“Is that what you wanted? Ignoring me all day just for me to put you back into your place?” he snarled, one hand grabbing your bound wrists to pull back and force you into an arch.

You couldn’t answer, the force of his thrusts smothered every thought that dared to form. Your whole body just went slack, already dumb.

“I want an answer, pup,” he halted, not moving an inch.

“I- I can’t-” you sobbed, the stretch still so intense, the way he pressed into your g-spot made your eyes roll back into your skull.

“Fucked dumb already?” Seungmin scoffed, “That was fast. Can’t even speak anymore.”

His humiliating tone was going straight between your legs, your walls clenching and gripping him.

“Ohh- but your pussy can talk. Seems like I have to interrogate her, then.”

He pulled you back by your hips, basically forcing you to fuck yourself on his dick like this. You liked the rough treatment, it was embarrassing how immensely it turned you on.

“She’s sucking me in-“ he mused, the snap of his hips getting a bit shallower, “Trying to bribe me here? Trying to seduce me into corruption?”

You heard how his voice slurred, the little grunts of exhaustion. He didn’t want to show how much he liked this as well, how much he liked to play the role of the bad cop, how close he already was as well.

“You think you’ve learned your lesson? Giving that dumb guy more attention than me? Fuck-“ he talked himself into a trance, even ignoring what a big mess you made out of his uniform pants.

He hadn’t even bothered with pulling his pants down, just opened them enough so he could take his cock out. With every time he bottomed out, the fabric grinded against your wet pussy.

“Yes! Yes, I did,” you replied, endorphins starting to flush your nervous system the closer you got to your release.

“I don’t think you did,” he laughed, “Pussy says otherwise, she wants more. Slutty hole loves the punishment.”

Seungmin hauled you up into his arms, forcing you to stand on your legs. The sudden change in position made you let out a gasped whimper, he reached impossibly deeper like this. One of his hands sneaked around your throat, holding you close.

“I could tame you all night, pup. I’ll fuck that other guy out of your memory,” he growled, but pressed a kiss to your sweaty temple.

“Officer-“ you sobbed, not daring to call him by his name, although it was all you could think of.

You felt the familiar tug in your lower stomach, the knot that was about to burst - his hand splaying out on your lower stomach and pressing onto it didn’t really help.

“Bet you can feel me so deep, right, pup?”, he was on the verge of losing control, you could hear it.

“Gonna-“ you couldn’t finish the sentence properly, the pressure of his fingers on your throat was too much, “Gonna cum-“

“You don’t get to cum,” he growled, but continued to fuck you, “Say you’re mine and I’ll consider letting you finish.”

Your whole body was trembling at this point, you were so incredibly exhausted.

“I’m yours,” you breathed, voice only a whisper.

“Louder, I can’t hear your pathetic whines over how loud your pussy is.”

He was right though. The squelching noises whenever he moved were obscene, they were echoing from the walls of the kitchen.

“I’m yours!” you tried again, “Just yours.”

“Damn right, you are. Cum on my cock then, show me how sorry you are.”

His words shoved you roughly over the edge, your orgasm hit you without warning, although you had been so close for so long. It was intense, blinding you and making you moan so loud it was humiliating.

“That’s it, tell them who fucks you this good”, he grunted, following you with his own release.

He fucked his cum into you, as deep as possible, not stopping until he was too exhausted to move himself.

Both of you stayed like this for a moment, the grip on your throat getting softer with every second.

“How are your wrists?” he asked calmly.

Your hands were numb, to be exact, the blood flow had been cut by the way you had been pulling on your restraints.

“Probably sore by tomorrow,” you answered in a whine, “Along with the rest of me.”

“Good,” he snapped his hips forward once more, your thighs bumping into the table so hard it almost hurt, “Maybe you’ll remember how to behave.”

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