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“jagi, please. i just want to feel you.”

the request stems from his constant need for the feel of you. no matter where and how. jisung claims, that it will help him focus better, but you hardly believe so.

“please, please, please,” he whines, pointing at the monitor. “chan is gonna kill me, if i won’t finish this by tomorrow.”

you sigh. "we're not having sex."

"we're not.” he raises his hands in surrender, agreeing with the wicked smile.

how can you not give in on this, when your boyfriend is begging with his doe eyes? even if he is bluffing, you can’t resist any longer.

you hop in jisung’s lap. legs parted and crotch resting on top of this as you wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle his cheek.

he murmurs a sweet "i love you", as a thank you.

you hear him start typing something on the keyboard. moments later jisung puts his headphones on and begins to work. you rest your head on his shoulder. the rhythmic sound of keyboard and mouse clicking almost puts you to sleep.

until it wakes you up. you definitely fell asleep for some time, but now you can feel how jisung is shifting in his chair and breathing heavily. and not because of the work. you can tell he's gotten aroused. the bulge is pressing firmly against your pussy.

"we're not doing anything, ji. not until you finish this. you said it yourself, chan is gonna kill you.”

your head still rests on his shoulder, while you are playing with strands of his hair.

"i know but-" he sighs, obviously not content with the plan he's agreed upon. “can i just put it in? please? i won't move, i promise. i just... it's… i'll focus way better if we do that."

"jisung..." you sigh, pulling away to look him in the eye and silently scolding him.

"please? just a bit. you won't even feel me. i'll be completely still. please, jagi.”

"you are so stupid…”

however, you agree to this. the idea is too tempting to pass on. and so, you lift your hips up and move your panties to the side. at the same time, he rushes to pull his hard dick out of his pants, scared, that you’ll change your mind.

"ah, so warm, jagi." he exhales, once his cock is fully buried deep inside your cunt, free hand resting on your waist.

you're back with your head on his shoulder, pussy sometimes clenching around his dick just to mess with him.

"d-don't... do that. what… if i cum?"

"that'd be a shame," you say with a chuckle, the vibrations traveling through your body and making you clench some more.

it takes all of his might not to fuck into you and focus on his work instead.

you actually let him work for up until you become bored and messing with him again, making him squirm around.

"jagi, please," jisung moans, "just need to fuck you, i'm begging you.”

you respond, trying to hide a smirk on your face. "you said you need to work and you wanted to stay like this, just inside me, not fucking. that's exactly what we're doing right now."

he starts to move and thrust against you, but you hold him by his shoulders, looking into his eyes warningly. jisung lets out a loud whine.

“jagi, please, please, i know you want this too. stop messing with me.” he nervously licks his lips, fingers carefully, as if there is a chance that you will not notice, circle on your hips. “i am sorry about what i said. but i really want you right now, please. just let me-“

you can’t hide your proud expression anymore. you just love seeing him like this - whining and begging under you. it takes you a lot of self-control, not to give in to his pleas quickly.

jisung runs his hand through his messy hair, as he promises. "i’ll be good, i am sorry! please, just fuck me.”

you look at him again. pouty lips that beg to be kissed, fucked up look on his face, eyes shuttering in lack of friction to his dick. jisung rests his hand back on your hip, continuing to draw circles on it in a silent request and looking as if he is going to burst out of his skin at the anticipation.

his words turned you on so much. when he is like this, stumbling over words and not able to get his point across, that makes your pussy throb.

finally, you slam your lips together, making jisung let out a loud whine. you can smell his perfume and shampoo. something that smells like cinnamon, but still so him. 

jisung breathes heavily into the kiss, as you let your tongue into his mouth, pulling his hair softly with one hand. he whines again, hips just barely moving up. he won’t do anything until you say so. you know that but keep teasing him for a little bit longer. that fucked up look on his face is way too exciting.

“oh, look what you’ve got yourself into,” you say again. “so weak for my pussy, can’t even put your dick inside me, without begging me to fuck you.”

jisung just whines in response, unable to form a proper sentence.

you let your head stay close to his so that your wet lips are brushing against his teasingly. and it works - he looks like he is about to die if you don’t kiss him again.

his cheeks are flaming, bright crimson and his chest heaving underneath the thick fabric of his hoodie.

“p-please. please, jagi, i’ve been good, i am not even trying to move inside you!“ he begs again. you can feel that he is getting to his limit.

you give in and finally make a move with your hips, slowly going up and down. he instantly lets out a high-pitched moan and writhes, trying to fuck into you.

you lean forward, gripping his cheeks between your fingers. they squish together comically, but jisung is still looking at you expectantly. does he want you to slap him? he doesn’t even need to say anything, you know him so well. you pull your hand back, and then quickly slap his right cheek.

“fuck- yes,” he groans, throwing his head back and bucking his hips up into your pussy. “o-oh. jagi. i love when you do that. harder, please, hit me harder.“

“you are such a whore, ji.” you say, giving him another firm slap to his cheek, the same one, making him whine.

“don’t act like you don’t like getting slapped, jagi.” jisung responds with a loud slap to your ass, that makes you moan loudly. you are at your high as well. he grins. “that’s what i tho-“

you cut him off, sinking onto him in one swift motion. you shut your eyes, feeling his dick aline perfectly inside you. it makes you let out a pleased sigh.

before you can begin moving, jisung picks you up by your waist and flips you over against his desk, beginning to thrust into you frantically.

“hey! i was about to start moving!” you jolt at the movement, letting out a loud moan. “jesus- babe!”

“you teased me for too long, jagi. i-i can’t help it anymore. want you so bad.” he responds, holding your waist to meet his thrusts, slapping your ass in the moment, asserting dominance, that he never had in this relationship. after that much teasing, he just uses you as his fucktoy, eyes rolling back into his head.

the switch of dynamic turns you on even more. you love when is submissive to you, but it’s a whole other level, when he becomes impatient and takes things into his control.

jisung mumbles something, probably how good your pussy feels, moving his hand and placing his fingers on your clit. even after you being mean to him, he is trying hard to please you.

“f-fuuck, baby, you are so good at this.” you whine, as moans start to fall out of your mouth unabashedly.

he moans as well, as he feels his dick get wetter with your arousal, thrusting in and out. it is dirty, extremely messy and, probably, very loud. good thing the studio has solid soundproofing.

“oh, jagi, gonna cum!“ he groans and slaps you once again, making your pussy clench against him even more.

it only takes him a few more thrusts before hot cum floods into your pussy. he is loud, whining and sobbing through his orgasm. as he finishes into you, he turns you around and sits you at the edge of the desk, not caring much about it being sticky with his own cum afterwards.

“a little bit closer to me, jagi.” he commands.

he knows you too well. he knows, that you won’t be able to cum on his dick, and he doesn’t want to make you cum on his fingers, so he always makes sure that you cum on his tongue.

jisung wraps his hands around you to bring your pussy even closer to his face. the warmth of his breath is then followed by the gentle kisses he places on each inner thigh, slowly inching closer to your clit. you hold in your breath for a second.

“you taste so good.” he mutters into your pussy.

you can’t lie, he has always been so good at eating you out. the feel of his wet, hot tongue lapping and sucking sends you into a state of oversensitivity. his lips latch onto your clit, while he whines at tasting you. wide licks cleaning up the mess between your folds, the mix of your arousal and his cum, making you twitch at the sensation. 

your legs are shivering and shaking from the pleasure that’s beginning to surge throughout your body - a sign to jisung that you’re about to cum, and just before you do so, he stops and pulls away.

“mhm… babe?” you whine out.

“i think it’s my turn to tease you.” he smirks.

this can’t be happening right now. you bet he feels so proud of himself for doing so.

“c’mon, i made you cum, don’t do this to me!” you cry out impatiently.

jisung smiles, not moving in any direction. he just wants to see you beg him, as he begged you before.

“say what you want me to do.”

you sigh. you hate when he does this. it makes you so embarrassed saying things out loud. you love to be in control instead.

“mhm? why so shy all of a sudden?” he repeats. “what do you want me to do? if nothing, then i will just stand up and leave.”

“ugh-h, you are such an ass for this!” you become a little mad. “fine. can you make me cum, please?”

“how exactly?” he continues with the biggest smirk on his face.

you roll your eyes, already thinking of a payback for the next time.

“make me cum with tongue… please, ji! just put your tongue on my clit again and lick it till i cum! please!”

“okay, okay, i will stop teasing you.” he laughs and places a kiss on your inner thigh.

finally, jisung latches his lips around your clit and sucks harshly, earning a moan from you. you are clearly overstimulated, but it feels so good. even better than before.

jisung sticks his tongue inside, darting it out harshly to graze over your clit and swirl around it. your moans become much louder. gosh, you are so close. you gasp in pleasure, arching desperately into his face and beginning to rhythmically grind movements against his tongue. you open your eyes for a moment, which have been shut blissfully in pleasure, to look beneath you. jisung’s face is buried deep in your cunt, as his mouth glistens with your arousal.

this view itself sends you to your high. you close your eyes, grinding against him in riding motions, chasing your orgasm. you clasp your legs around his face, your thighs trembling, feeling your clit pulsate on his tongue. you say nothing to jisung, simply letting a series of moans vocalize your release to him.

jisung pulls away, when he hears your breathing has slowed down. his lips are covered in your arousal. not being able to hold back, you lean in for a quick kiss. he smiles into your lips.

“like the taste?”

“mhm.” you respond, pulling away and licking your lips.

you jump off the desk, looking at the mess you made - a mix of his cum and yours all over it, keyboard on the floor, mouse wire dangling nearby.

“well, i guess you won’t be able to finish your work till tomorrow, am i right?” you tease again, earning an eye roll from him.

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the footsteps across the room were rapid. you were both in a hurry - craving to get on the bed. his greedy kisses were making your skin tingle as he was mumbling something about how hot you were, spreading saliva over your lips. you were on fire, ready to give that man the best sex of his life. he pulled away and began to leave wet kisses on your neck, pushing you closer and closer to the bed. his hands were not leaving your waist, and the control that he had over your body was making you weak in your legs. you took a couple of steps back, obeying, and plopped down on the sheets, not realizing that the bed was already close. jisung fell after you, more like - on you, by inertia and squeaked plaintively when your foreheads bumped. 

”please, let's turn on the light?” he whispered next to your ear, still moaning in pain.

“no.” you huffed, pushing him off you.

“baby-” he started, but you interrupted him, raising your voice a little.

“ji, i already explained! i don’t want to.”

“why?” he laid on his back, rubbing his bruised forehead. 

it was clear from his tone that he was irritated, and horny mood was long gone.

you sat up on the bed, mumbling in response: “i don’t feel comfortable being naked in front of you with lights on.”

the tension started to build up and you didn’t want to go on with this conversation. 

jisung, also known as your boyfriend, had been trying to have “normal” sex with you for months. that’s how he called it - “normal”. you had been saying that it just turns you on more if you don’t see him. but in reality you just hadn’t had the courage to explain the real reason. 

stretch marks, cellulite, the look of your vagina - you name it. there wasn't a time when you weren't insecure about your body. and it didn't matter how many love poems jisung wrote about you - you couldn't change your mind about yourself.

“w-what?!” jisung almost yelled in disbelief, trying to catch your hand in complete darkness. he went silent for a second, trying to choose the words, but then continued with the most husky voice you’ve ever heard. “i love you… i love you so much. i love you immensely. i love you endlessly. i love you completely. i love you so much. i really love you. i love you the most. i love you the most in the world. i completely, madly love you.”

he sounded like he was reading a poem to you, but it was just his way of expressing love.

“baby, you are the prettiest woman i know. i love you. i love every inch of you body and i genuinely would love to see it. you are perfect.”

even after he finished talking you didn’t say anything, making him more worried; until your quiet sobbing reached his ears.

“w-why are you crying?” he sat impossibly closer to you, finally finding your hand and interlocking your fingers. 

“cause you just said that i’m “perfect” and i’m “pretty”… but i’m none of those things.” your tears kept running down your cheeks.

“but you are perfect for me.” jisung objected. “fuck, i wish i could see your face now. i wanna kiss you so bad.”

“not when i’m swollen and ugly.” you sniffled loudly.

“you’re cute.” your boyfriend giggled, and you felt him inching closer to your face. “come here.”

and there you were kissing again. a mixture of saliva and your salty tears was spreading between your mouths. but even that didn't stop jisung. the kiss just got more steamy with him getting on top of you and pressing your whole body into the mattress. you just moaned softly under him, already feeling his cock throbbing in his pants. 

“did you just get hard because of me crying?” you teased, making your way to his crotch with your hand.

“maybe i did.” jisung replied, smiling into the kiss. what a pervert.

as you were about to get into his pants, he suddenly got off you, taking all the heat with him. a second later you heard him from across the room, unzipping the pocket of his bag. 

"so, can i turn on the light?" he asked carefully, not wanting to put any more pressure on you. 

"okay..." you agreed. “but don’t laugh at me…”

the light came on as soon as you finished the second sentence, so the first thing you saw was the astonished expression on jisung’s face. you giggled unintentionally.

“babe, why would i ever laugh at you?” he approached immediately, cupping your cheeks. “don’t be ridiculous.”

you sighed at him, feeling your face burn. the anxiety was still craving inside you, not allowing you to let go completely. it was a fact that jisung was the sweetest boyfriend you’ve ever had. you trusted him in everything and it wasn't a coincidence that you trusted him to help you overcome your greatest insecurity.

“let me take care of you, baby.” he left a quick kiss on your forehead before moving you on his lap. 

now you could see yourself in the big wardrobe mirror. 

“just trust me.” he added, seeing your bewildered expression. "be a good girl and let me do my thing, ‘kay?"

the smirk on his face was saying it all. he was trying to keep his cool and tone down his excitement so as not to make you uncomfortable, but his slippery moves were giving it away. you giggled when he struggled to take off your shirt and unbutton your bra. he was so cute when nervous. 

the reveal of your breasts made him swallow as if he was seeing them for the first time. he stared at you in the mirror, and then shamelessly grabbed your breasts and pinched your nipples, just to tease you a little. 

but instead of getting wet, you were avoiding the mirror.

“look at yourself. you are stunning.” jisung played with the ends of your hair and inhaled the scent of your shampoo as his hand caressed your hips, kneading your inner thighs. “i know you feel how hard i am already. it’s all due to you…”

he didn’t lie. his hard-on had been poking your lower back this whole time. his lips left a trail of wet kisses on your shoulder, while his hands slowly took off your panties. 

his hands started gripping hard on your flesh. you could feel the coldness of his rings, a great contrast to your flaming skin. 

“i said - look at yourself.” his hand took your chin and turned sharply towards the mirror.

the way he did that made you weak in your legs. you loved the dominating side of him, when he took everything in his hands just to get what he wanted from you. and you let him do it every time.

sometimes he would act this way just to tease you or make you wet in seconds. that’s what he was doing now, you guessed. he hoped this way you would overcome shyness faster. 

to emphasize the command, he shifted you body closer to his chest to hold you more effectively. you held your breath as he did, relishing the way he took control over your body.

it was weird to see yourself completely naked in front of the mirror. you saw your body on a daily basis, but never for so long. now in order to see him, you had to look at yourself too. 

jisung ran his fingers over your stretch marks, while still holding your chin with the other hand. “are you feeling okay?”

you nodded.

“can i continue?” he smiled softly at you, bringing his fingers closer to your core, and you nodded again.

the feeling of his bare chest from behind was comforting. it was still your jisung, the same jisung you were in love with. 

“will you watch yourself with me?” the hand on your thigh skimmed higher, avoiding the place you needed him the most. 

“mhm-” you whimpered, having to hold back from bucking up to meet his fingers. you knew he would punish you for independence.

“can’t hear you, darling.” jisung smiled cheekily. 

“i will watch myself with you…” you gazed up at him through your lashes. 

the eye contact you had in the mirror was forming sparkles. jisung was shamelessly staring at your body, while you could only see a part of his face and arms.

satisfied, he smirked down at you and placed his hands closer to you wet folds. you whined as you felt the smooth pads of his fingers circle your clit a few times. but then he went back to massaging your inner thigh, making you let out a sigh of disappointment. even if it looked like jisung was enjoying teasing you, denying you of his touches, deep inside he was extremely proud of the progress you made so far. you could feel his smirk against your shoulder and his breath tickling your neck. he kept looking at you in the mirror, making sure you were still watching.

“can’t believe i can finally see your pretty face when you moan.” he whispered in your ear as your cheeks burned even brighter than before – whether from arousal or embarrassment.

“stop…” you closed your eyes, not being able to handle the tension. 

the slap on your thigh was so sudden it made you jump. 

“don’t look away.” jisung grinned, enjoying your every emotion. 

the weak gasp that escaped you was almost humiliating. and the deepened blush on your cheeks only confirmed how horny you got. 

that made him want to slap you again. now on the other thigh. 

“babe!” you yelled and moaned at the same time, feeling the slap echo in your throbbing pussy. 

“i know you enjoy it.” he bit your shoulder, earning yet another moan from you. “can’t hide that when looking all hot and bothered, baby.”

the grin on his face was annoying, but he was right - you couldn’t deny the waves of arousal you were feeling. 

another series of slaps went uncommented by you. you let him devour that moment, while he let you close your eyes as you were starting to get overwhelmed. 

“you are so cute.” jisung said as if he just did not make a complete mess on your thighs. your skin was burning, and every time his hands were caressing it, you couldn't help but hiss. but even like that, you enjoyed the pain. 

your lips parted in a gasp as you felt jisung slide his underwear behind you in one motion. his hard-on was now even more prominent, poking your lower back and leaving a wet circle on the skin. you swallowed audibly, feeling the heat between your legs turn into unbearable.

without warning, he lifted you and placed face first on the bed. your wet pussy was on full display now, and you could hear jisung puff proudly. but you didn’t have any will or courage to move, so you just stayed in that position, feeling the cold air on your folds.

you heard the rustle of the package from behind and slightly twirled your ass, making it clear that you were already impatient. 

“just a second, baby.”

jisung stepped closer and ran his finger along your slit. 

“you're already all wet…” he did not hide his amazement. 

then you felt the thick head of his cock running over your pussy, collecting your arousal with the tip.

to his delight, a muffled whine slipped out of you. your breath hitched, and you arched harder with more vigor.

“want some of it, baby?” the cockiness in his voice was apparent.

“please?”

you felt a new wave of arousal wash over you as he bottomed out. the amount of wetness your pussy produced was indeed enough for him to not use a lube. the filthy slapping sounds of his balls against your ass began to echo against the walls.

with each rock of his hips, your cute, tiny moans grew louder and louder, urging him to keep going. you gasped loudly when the tip of his cock hit at a different angle as he moved one of your legs up. and the added burst of his fingers stimulating your clit made your eyes roll.

jisung adjusted the grip on your waist, before turning you around once again. now you were facing him, and honestly, you liked this position much better. he took his time sliding his dick in again, feeling every inch of your heat, slow enough for you to let out an expressive moan.

“i love seeing your face.” he commented breathlessly. “you can’t even imagine how pretty you are.”

this time you didn’t avoid his gaze and just smiled, replying with a shy: “i love you.”

jisung couldn’t handle the intimacy of the moment, despite being quite literally inside of you, so he kissed you instead, running his tongue along your bottom lip. he moaned as your tongue entered his mouth, and bucked harder into you. 

“fuck- you are the most beautiful woman i know.” he muffled breathlessly against your lips, a layer of sweat already forming on his forehead. 

your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you couldn't focus on his words for long, because his dick kept devouring you. 

jisung’s thrusts became almost frantic, a small groan got muffled in the crook of your neck. 

“i’m so close-” you panted, feeling his body tense up above you. his broad chest was rising and falling heavily, eyes focused on giving you the pleasure that he forgot to look at you while he could.

it took all of your force to flip him over. he didn’t realize what you were trying to do at first, until you said quiet: “let me ride you, so you can see me.”

the look that you received from him was worth it. he was pleased, touched, even almost crying out of sincerity. 

you smiled fondly at him and took a firm grip of his dick. 

jisung breathed out loudly. “you gotta be quick with that, babe, or else i’m gonna cum.”

“really?” you giggled.

“baby, seeing your bare tits is enough to get me hard. what do you think?” he replied in the most unhinged way.

the climax was starting to build up just from his words. you couldn’t play with him anymore, no matter how much you wanted to. 

his cock slid inside you with ease, and you both grunted. you core clenched involuntarily around his length and he hissed, trying his best to postpone the orgasm. you were more delighted than anything to see his body too. 

jisung was gorgeous, lying beneath you, eyes latching on every inch of your body. his broad chest was heaving repeatedly with the birthmark above his right nipple, honey skin glistening with sweat and messy bangs smeared all over his forehead. he blinked several times to clear his clouded gaze, his face slowly filling with frustration.

“baby? ride me?”

your satisfaction increased as he pouted. 

“sorry, got distracted by your beauty.” you winked, and jisung cursed under his breath, turning away. you giggled. 

that was your relationship described in one scene – he was saying compliments to you, making you blush; and then you were returning the same energy, enjoying his flushed cheeks.

even with the way your words made his skin burn, you couldn’t keep waiting any longer. your pussy was craving for his dick.

before jisung had the chance to scold you again, you began riding him. the sound of slapping skin returned, but jisung got distracted by something more appealing – your boobs. they were bouncing like crazy, making him almost hypnotized by the movements. your bare body was the best reward he could get. 

his cock was twitching inside you as he watched you with big eyes. pleased with his reaction, you began increasing the speed of your bounces. jisung tensed in anticipation, gripping hard on your body. a shy cry escaped him.

all that edging and teasing finally brought you to your high. you let out a shaky moan as you kept the steady pace, and orgasm washed over you. 

“s-so good-” jisung gasped, not taking his eyes off your bouncing tits. he was cumming too.

his hips bucked upwards to meet your pussy as he let out a choked sob. you felt your core clench around his twitching length for the last time, after that you fell on the sheets next to him. 

jisung was still panting but tucked you closer to him with his hands wrapped around your body.

“i love you.” he hummed.

“i love you too.” you looked up at him, seeing him already dozing off.

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imagine you are trying to take a shower in the morning before work, but he insolently opens the curtain and stands next to you, immediately pressing you against the cold wall. tongue in your mouth, hands on your boobs, squishing them roughly. and all you can do is mumble a soft: “ji… slow down…” against his lips. but he smirks in response, does everything contrary to your request, keeps touching you, pinching you rougher and rougher against the cold surface. he flips you around and his dick slides in perfectly - even if you are still sore from the last night, you are ready to take him any time. the pace is steady, and the contrast of hot water and cold tiles forms shivers on your skin. your neighbors are probably tired of your loud moans. but you can’t do anything about it. his dick just feels too good inside you. jisung teases you, whispers a seductive: “yeah, let them know how i make you feel. that’s right, babe.” his hands are all over your body, making sure every sensitive part of it receives attention. and you mewl under his touch. you want to keep going, even though you are already late for work. it was supposed to be a five minute shower…

after absolutely destroying your body he puts on his blue robe and brews a cup of coffee, acting like nothing had happened in the bathroom. “babe, why are you still here? you were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago.”

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“here.” he patted on his lap without even looking at you, a sign that he was headlong into work.

you didn’t think much of it and did as he said. he was warm. not as warm as your blanket, but still enough to keep you in a sleepy mood.

the sudden grab of your boob made you jolt. 

“ji?”

“mhm?” he mumbled with a lip stuck between his teeth, while he crossed something out on the paper as if nothing was happening.

“is that your new way to get me aroused or what?” you sighed, feeling the knot starting to tie in your stomach.

he wasn’t doing anything in particular just mushing your flesh from time to time, rolling it in his palm and occasionally brushing over your already hard nipple. 

“no… you just told me i need to overcome my habits when i’m anxious. so i need a new anti-stress ball.” he answered in the most casual way.

you gasped and slapped his hand jokingly. “anti-stress ball?!”

“please?” he finally turned his head and gave you a look full of pleading. like a bamby, he was staring into your soul with his big boba eyes, how could you resist?

“fine.” you sighed.

his hand went back on your flesh and you jolted at the coldness of his rings. he was switching between soft touches and hard grips as if it was planned. but by the way he was focused, you knew he wasn’t paying attention to his hand movements.

the waves of arousal started to get you and you couldn't sit quietly in place anymore. feeling like a guilty child, you started to circle your hips in search of his cock, hoping he won’t realize what you were doing.

“hey, if that actually turns you on so much i can stop-” jisung turned again, inspecting you with his eyes.

“no.” you interrupted. “keep going. as long as it helps you focus.”

jisung smirked but didn’t say anything else. the grip on your boob only tightened, making you bite your lip in quiet moan. at this point your panties were soiled, drenched by your own arousal. 

the room went silent as he continued working on the lyrics. you’ve always been amazed at his assiduity. if he got inspired, it was a challenge to even talk to him. he could go hours without food or water, running his body on pure enthusiasm.

you didn’t realize how you started studying his features and admiring how his glossy lips were moving while he was talking under his nose, how his fingers were gripping his pencil... moreover, you didn’t realize how your hand slipped into his hair, slowly massaging his scalp. jisung ignored you, but you noticed how hard his jaw clenched. 

the low cut of his white t-shirt gave you a great view of his broad chest, the moles, honey skin… that was it. you couldn’t compose yourself anymore. 

leaning in, you left the messiest kiss under his ear and quickly made a trail to his birthmark, attempting to go even further if he hadn’t stopped you. 

“baby.” his voice was judging as if he was not the one who started this. 

“what “baby”!? how can i sit still when you squeeze my boobs like that? and how can you sit still when i’m literally drenched on your lap!” you shouted. you always got irritated easily when he was toning down your horny mood. 

jisung giggled and this sound annoyed you even more.

“fine. i’ll go fuck myself then!”

but he didn’t let you off his lap, wrapping his hands firmly around you. 

“if you want me that bad, then earn it.” he grinned, pulling down his boxers. “hop on and ride me.”

“ji- wha-” you were left speechless. where did he get that attitude from?

“c’mon.” 

while you were picking up your jaw from the floor, his hands already stripped your panties and were guiding you to his hardening cock. you gulped. 

it was unusual for him to act this way, but maybe that’s what you deserved for distracting him from work. but this behavior didn’t make him look any less hot.

your pussy started to throb and pulsate as your eyes locked on his veiny cock. you could see a bit of precum glistening on the tip, so you immediately spread it with you hand over the red skin. jisung twitched, and so did his dick.

“i don’t think i’m the only one who wants this.” you teased and leaned closer to jisung’s face, leaving another wet kiss on his jaw. 

“here is the lube.” he ignored your commentary completely and opened the drawer. a bright pink tube appeared in his hand. 

now you were convinced he was faking his indifference. with a wide grin on your face you squeezed out the lube. the smell of raspberries filled the room.

the liquid was cold, and jisung hissed as he felt it spread across his length. when his cock touched your walls, both of your moans escaped and synchronized in a satisfying melody. yours came out way more fake and pornographic, just to tease him. but his was almost silent. now it was his turn to stay unaffected and furrow his eyebrows, trying to keep his face straight. 

the wet sounds of balls slapping against your skin were nasty. but you couldn’t be more pleased riding him, feeling like the dirtiest version of yourself. he would probably deny if you said it out loud, but he was bucking his hips up to meet your hole. and his cock was sliding in perfectly, too perfectly inside you. the only thing you could wish for right now was to earn a sound from him. 

jisung was… absent. sitting with his eyes closed, he looked like he was sleeping. his hands were purposely hidden behind the chair, so he wouldn’t reward you with additional touches. 

“ji… please…” you whined. “i need you…”

he opened an eye for a second, but closed it immediately as he saw your appetizingly-looking boobs just in front of his face. “you already have me. isn’t that enough?”

“no…” you continued to plead while riding him. “i need your hands on me, your lips on me, i need you to touch me, please…” 

you would have come ages ago if he just gave your body attention. even his hand on your waist could have been enough at this point. 

“AH!” you moaned, as you felt his teeth on your nipple. “ji, please…”

the next thing you remember you were pinched against the bed, with his hands exploring your body. you were both needy – so down bad for each other you could hardly think. he bottomed out immediately as he caressed your thighs, waist, and then your breasts. neither of you could process a single thought except that you were eager for each other more than ever. jisung groaned into your ear, mumbling incoherently, “i love you.” his chest was pressed against yours, your boobs squished under his weight and you softly whined while tugging the back of his hair. the bun got ruined a long time ago. 

he trailed sloppy and wet kisses down your neck as his hips kept rocking into you. the mixture of saliva and teeth on your skin, that would turn into hickeys later. 

the bites didn’t stop on your breasts either. jisung was seriously addicted to your nipples. he kept sucking and biting, earning loud moans from you. you were arching involuntarily, but that was only giving him better access to your breasts. 

you thought it couldn’t get any dirtier until you felt what a mess your thigh had become. lube, his precum, and your arousal. it was wet and sticky but only made you more sensitive. the circular motions of his fingers against your clit made you tightly shut your eyes and gasp.

“ji… i’m so close.”

“me too, baby.” he was fucking hard into you, groaning loudly into your ear. you could feel every inch of his dick sliding in and out.

his honey skin was covered in sweat, so were the ends of his hair. you tucked on it even more, spreading the grease all over, enjoying how messy it got. then you licked his skin, tasting him again and again, knowing you’d never get tired of it. jisung grinned and left another series of kisses down your neck.

“you are so hot.”

“so are you.” you chuckled at his mumbled words, pulling on his greasy hair to connect your lips once again. 

jisung tried not to lose his mind while continuing fucking you, kissing you, and holding back his orgasm. the moves became frantic as he held your legs up, allowing himself to thrust deeper each time. 

you couldn’t keep up with the surroundings anymore, too focused on the way his cock was hitting your walls. and jisung was focused on your face, enjoying your dirtiest whines and furrowed eyebrows. another hard thrust of his hips made you cry out his name and clench impossibly harder around him.

the long-awaited orgasms washed over you both in waves, leaving you panting loudly, his head nuzzled in your neck and his cock still inside you. but even with him inside, you could feel the cum spilling out of your hole on the sheets. 

jisung felt it too and lifted his head in exhaustion. you stared at each other for a few seconds before his hoarse voice came out.

“let’s take a shower and go to sleep.”

you smiled, your eyes focusing solely on his lips for a moment. 

“what about the song?” you leaned in and left a quick kiss.

“there was no song. i was messing with you.” he chuckled. “it’s so easy to trick you when you are horny.”

the fuming look on your face made him back away rapidly, but still with a wide grin on his face.

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The playroom smelled like sweat and wood polish, thick with the scent of energy and challenge. It had been meant for training, padded mats, sparring dummies, reinforced walls. But right now, it was a trap.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Chan's voice came from behind you, low and teasing. His shirt was already peeled off, chest gleaming faintly with a sheen of exertion. “You look kinda… small tonight.”

“To be fair,” Jeongin added with a sly curl of his lip, circling to your left like a fox with an agenda, “you’re always small next to us.”

You rolled your eyes, tilting your head to crack your neck. “Yeah, but you’re always underestimating me.”

It started fast, Jeongin darted first, a flash of movement from the left, aiming to hook your arm. You let him. Chan’s arms came next, trying to lock around your waist from behind, pulling you back into his chest.

You could feel both of them grinning, like they were just playing with a toy.

“Gotcha,” Chan murmured, lips brushing your ear.

You exhaled once, calm and measured, and you moved.

You ducked low, swinging your hips and twisting in Chan’s grip. In one smooth pivot, you grabbed his wrist, dropped your weight, and pulled, flipping him over your shoulder like he weighed nothing. His back hit the mat with a deep thud, breath whooshing out of him as you straddled his hips and pinned his wrist over his head.

Jeongin halted in his tracks, wide-eyed.

You didn’t even look at him. Just raised one hand, palm out.

“Step back,” you said calmly. “Now.”

Jeongin froze, caught mid-lunge, his fluffy tail stiff with surprise. His ears twitched. He blinked.

“…Yes, ma’am,” he whispered, voice suddenly soft.

He knelt on the edge of the mat, sitting back on his heels, thighs spread. The obedient posture looked strange on him, but gorgeous, too.

Chan grunted under you, jaw tight. “What the hell?”

“Quiet,” you said, pushing his wrist deeper into the mat. “You’ve had your fun.”

Your hips shifted, slowly grinding down against the bulge straining in his sweatpants. He sucked in a breath, muscles twitching beneath your thighs.

“I didn’t think you’d actually…” he trailed off, voice already unsteady.

“Didn’t think I’d fight back?” You leaned down, brushing your chest against his bare torso, dragging your nails up the planes of his stomach. “You’ve been asking for it. Practically begging…”

Jeongin whimpered softly from the side, thighs twitching. You looked at him.

“Eyes here,” you ordered, snapping your fingers once. “Don’t move.”

He nodded quickly. Good boy. You tugged your shirt up over your head and let it drop to the side. The moment your breasts were bare, Jeongin’s mouth opened in a silent moan, pupils dilated, fixated like he’d seen heaven.

“Do you want them, Innie?” you purred, grinding a little harder against Chan. “You’ve been eye-fucking them for days.”

“Yes- fuck, yes,” he whispered, voice cracked with desperation.

Chan’s hips jerked beneath you as you rolled your hips again, your weight pinning him in place, and your free hand slid up to your own chest, cupping one breast as you looked straight at Jeongin.

“Come,” you said, “but hands behind your back. You don’t get to touch unless I let you.”

Jeongin scrambled forward on all fours, kneeling just in front of you. His mouth opened, tongue flicking out, eyes begging. You cupped your other breast and brought it toward his mouth, watching him tremble.

“Please…” he murmured, and you finally let him latch on.

His tongue was hot, mouth greedy, suckling and licking at your nipple like he could never get enough. You stroked his hair, fingers sliding through soft strands.

“Good boy,” you whispered, tugging just enough to make him moan.

Beneath you, Chan growled low, but when he tried to shift, you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look up at you.

“Don’t even think about it,” you said. “You stay.”

His chest rose and fell hard, nostrils flaring. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“You’re such a bad listener,” you shot back, rolling your hips down against him with a purpose now, grinding in slow, firm circles, watching his face twist. “How’s that alpha pride feeling?”

He didn’t answer, just gasped through his teeth, neck flexing. Meanwhile, Jeongin was humping your thigh. Quiet at first, then desperately, rutting against your skin while he whined against your chest.

“Innie,” you cooed, “are you cumming in your shorts already?”

“C-Can I?” His voice was high and wrecked. “Please… I need- fuck, I need it.”

“Go ahead,” you murmured. “Cum for me, baby. Make a mess.”

He cried out against your skin and thrust hard against your thigh, once, twice, then came with a whimper, clutching your waist, his hot breath panting over your skin as he trembled, sticky warmth spreading across your leg.

You pet him gently as he slumped forward, soft kisses dropped to the top of his head. “That’s it, sweetheart. You did so well.”

Chan, still pinned, was barely breathing.

You looked down at him.

“Do you want to cum too?” you asked sweetly. “Or are you going to keep pretending you’re in charge?”

He swallowed hard. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Damn right you will.”

You reached down, dragged the waistband of his pants just low enough to expose the aching heat of him, then rocked your hips again, pressing tight against him, letting his cock slide between your soaked folds. You weren’t giving him the satisfaction of being inside you, not yet but the friction alone had him shaking.

His head dropped back against the mat. “Fuck, fuck, please-”

“Say it louder.”

“Please, let me cum. Please, I need it, I need you-”

You leaned down, lips brushing his cheek. “Good boys get rewards. You’ve been very good.”

You lifted yourself, giving one slow, deliberate grind, and Chan came with a groan, muscles locking beneath you, body shuddering under your touch.

Silence fell for a breath.

Just your breathing. Just the sound of Jeongin clinging to your waist, still dazed, still warm and soft against your chest.

Just as you're about to move for more. A deep lazy voice from the hallway. 

“Oh?” Felix stood at the doorway, shirt off, a bottle of water in hand. He sipped it slowly, one brow raised. “You finally fought back. Took you long enough, sugar.”

You blinked at him, flushed and breathless, hands still tangled in Jeongin’s hair.

He winked. “They had it coming.”

Then he walked off—tail flicking, humming under his breath like nothing had happened at all.

You looked down at your boys and smiled, "I guess he needs a reminder of who's boss, too"

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of course, he cooked your favorite breakfast in bed, and while you were eating and looking at him with the most fond look, he told you about the plans for the day.

“but…” he said with a cocky grin.

“but?”

oh that didn’t seem any good. the cheeky smile on his face was making you rub your thighs in impatience.

“i have a present for you.” jisung said, handing you a box wrapped in ribbon. “it’s not the only one for today, but you need to open this one right now.”

you quickly set the plate aside and began to untie the ribbon. did he gift you something from your wish list? the box was small, so it could have contained anything. a new phone? concert tickets? jewelry? an engagement ring?

“vibrator?” you looked at jisung in surprise.

“with a remote.” he added proudly.

not to say that you were upset about the gift, it was rather just very unexpected. why did he say that you should open it right now?

meanwhile, jisung was looking at you with a smirk, analyzing the emotions on your face.

"did you figure it out?"

"what do you mean?" no. you didn't figure it out at all. what did a vibrator have to do with anything? was this some kind of allegory for another gift?

"i want you to put it inside yourself." okay. it was already a good start. "and walk with it inside all day. for every orgasm you have, there will be one slap at the end of the day."

“what? are you serious?" you were taken aback. jisung has never been a fan of sex toys. especially in public.

“as you can see, jagi.” jisung grinned. “do you like my gift?”

“i don’t know.” honesty was the key. you really didn’t know how to feel about it. the idea sounded intriguing, but you’ve never tried anything like it. what if people see your dumb expression when you cum?

“jagi, i wont let you get embarrassed in front of anyone. trust me, please. i will make you feel good.” jisung knew you were very sensitive and would get worked up very easily, but he was confident he would be able keep you away from losing your control infront of anyone.

“okay…” you agreed.

“do you need help putting it inside?” jisung’s eyes were glossy, already undressing you under his gaze. you were still in pajamas, but to him you looked sexy in any clothing. he bit his lips in anticipation; such a pervert. you were wondering, if you said no right now, how crazy he would go.

you threw off the sheets, letting him climb on top of you and pull you into a kiss. he was impatient, biting your lips as if pushing you to action. his tongue slid against your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. and that alone made your pussy dripping. his hands finally reached your thighs, gently stroking your skin. his fingers then put your panties aside, toying with the clit just for a second. you moaned into his mouth softly.

the vibrator slid in with ease. you were already soaking wet just from kissing him.

“i’ll turn it on once we’re out, ‘kay?” he pulled away from you, string of saliva still connecting your mouths.

you nodded in agreement. whatever makes your boyfriend happy.

getting dressed with a vibrator inside was an unusual feeling. it was turned off, and you barely felt it inside, but at some angles it pressed against the walls, causing your legs to tremble. how could such a small thing bring so many sensations?

once you were dressed and ready two of you headed out to the small market in the city center. there were many attractions, a ferris wheel, food courts and other entertainment for couples. there were so many people already. the small market felt like a shopping mall, it was so easy to get lost in the crowd. it seemed like every couple in your city decided to spend the day here.

you kept giving nervous glances at jisung’s hand inside of his pocket as the two of you walked together. you had no idea when he’d activate the toy. probably the moment when you least expect it.

“relax, jagi. you’re making it too obvious.” he spoke to you nonchalantly, holding your hand in reassurance.

“relax? how am I supposed to relax when-”

the sudden trigger of the vibrator caused you to stop mid sentence; a surprised moan left your lips. the vibrations were much more intense than you imagined it’d be. was this supposed to be the lowest setting?

“...when I’ve got this thing down there…” you continued your sentence, sending jisung a fierce look.

“just try to enjoy it.” he said, his cocky grin still present. “no one is looking at you.”

he was right. the crowd was so big that no one was paying attention to you.

you hand was still holding his in a matter of safety, you felt so exposed all of a sudden. each time someone passed by the two of you, you carefully avoided any looks or stares you could’ve gotten.

you felt anxious, your cheeks were flushed, and yet — why did you feel so good? jisung wasn’t letting you get used to a particular setting — changing it to a higher one each time someone walked by, making your walls clench around the vibrator. jisung was enjoying the show; the way your body reacted was making him grow big in his pants.

you were so wet; you were worried that your slick would leak out and dribble down your inner thighs.

with another change of settings you let out a particularly loud sound, immediately trying to hide your face in the crook of jisung’s neck.

“hey,” he laughed. “don’t be embarrassed. let them know how good you’re feeling right now.”

you were holding onto him, trying to form a proper sentence. “ji.… ahh…”

he pulled you closer by the waist, pressing your lips together. with the other hand, he subtly set the vibrator to a faster mode. you moaned in the kiss from new sensation and clenched your walls uncontrollably.

“ahh… ngh- stop ji- jisung.” your cheeks were fully red by now, and you were holding his hand like a lifebuoy.

in fact, he didn’t stop, but kept on enjoying the way your eyes shut and palm went over your mouth to cover up moans. if you were to be honest, you were already close to giving in. you were about to forget about that stupid slapping rule, you could live through it, even thought you probably wouldn't be able to sit down afterwards.

and then he suddenly put an end to it before you could feel any satisfaction, leaving you feeling disappointed and empty.

“ji?” you cried out, bringing your face closer to him, trying to capture your lips together.

“you’ve asked me to stop several times, jagi. isn’t this what you wanted?” jisung observed each of your facial expressions. the one full of complaint, the one that showed how flustered you were, and the one he was most excited to see — the one filled with plea. what you didn’t know was that he was barely holding back from ending his own game. his cock twitched with anticipation when he saw you begging him to fuck you.

“please?” your face was hidden in the curve of his neck.

“please what, jagi?” jisung chucked.

“turn this thing on again… i want to cum-“ you whispered in his ear, not daring to speak any louder than that.

jisung decided to play nice today. it was valentine’s day after all. he merely raised the intensity on the vibrator again, his own breathing quickened at the sound of you moaning in his ear. you inhaled sharply and pressed against him, fingers digging into his shoulders.

from afar, the two of you looked like an overly affectionate couple, with the way your body was pressed against him and his arm supporting you, while his eyes never left your face for a second.

you have noticed how positioning yourself in a certain position angled it up in a better way. jisung was still edging you, turning it off as soon as your eyes closed. he knew your cumming face too well. you could have came ages ago if he hadn’t kept ruining it.

“ji, please... ‘m so close…” you plead with a hushed voice as you were on the verge of letting out a loud moan.

he gently stroked your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with his fingers.

“are you now?” he asked smugly, leaning his face impossibly closer to yours.

“just please let me cum… stop edging me.” you were basically begging him at this point. the crowd was long forgotten — the only thing you could think of was your approaching orgasm.

jisung felt a familiar throb in his dick as he listened to your plea. he smiled fondly and captured your lips with his own, his hand sliding down to lightly massage your breast. you were rapidly inching towards your climax again. his hands and lips combined with the toy were doing good job at getting your panties all drenched. jisung smirked against your lips, swirling his tongue around yours as you tightened your grip on his jacket. breaking the dizzying kiss, you gasped, and your body jolted as you were nearly there.

“please, please! ‘m cumming!” you panted as you felt the orgasm rush through your body.

jisung’s hands tightened around you, holding you in place. your legs trembled as you went through your orgasm. it was so intense, the toy kept stimulating your walls, prolonging the sensations.

once you finished, jisung kissed you gently on the temple, letting you know that you did well for him. however, he did not turn the vibrator off completely, just put the setting to lowest, giving you with a bit of overstimulation. you jolted uncomfortably in place, adjusting to the new sensations.

but then you were pulled out of your euphoria when his palm touched your butt with a loud smack.

“ah!” you exclaimed, looking at him in disbelief. he did not just slap you in front of all these people. “you said slapping would happen at the end of the day!”

“well… i lied.” jisung put on his cheekiest smile, squeezing your ass tighter with his hand.

how were you going to survive whole day like this?

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when minho saw that you had your eyes open, he smiled at you tenderly.

“good morning, my love.”

“morning…” you hummed, closing your eyes again and trying to hide your face in the curve of your boyfriend’s neck.

minho wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you closer. you felt so secure and so warm right now. the smell of his shampoo was so familiar that you nuzzled his neck harder. he smelled like home.

minho chuckled. “don’t wanna get up?”

“mhm.” you shook your head.

“okay… let’s cuddle for a bit.” minho agreed to your lazy mood.

although he had planned a lot for the day, it could wait. he didn’t mind if you wanted to spend some lazy time together. he left one hand wrapped around your waist, while the other started caressing your thigh, drawing circles on it.

you actually managed to fall asleep again for a while. but the sudden ache between your legs woke you up. you opened your eyes, only to find minho looking at you with tenderness. his hand was still on your thigh, but not with the intention to turn you on.

giving him a caring smile, you pulled him by the neck, now making it into a real kiss.

what was meant to be a loving gesture, just to show how much you adore your boyfriend, escalated into a heavy make out quickly. minho didn’t get why you were all over him so suddenly, but he didn’t mind it at all. he just played along, sliding his hand closer to your panties.

“minho-” was all you said against his lips.

but it was enough for him to understand.

“fuck- you’re so wet, baby. i could slip right in.” he gasped, gathering some of your arousal with the pads of his fingers. it actually amazed him how wet you were already. pleased with the mess that he found between your legs, he circled his finders around your clit for a bit — just to tease you.

you couldn’t even come up with a proper sentence, only moans were a signal of how good you felt. minho chuckled. he wanted to play with you so badly, to hear you plea for his touch, but he couldn’t do it on a day like this.

“c’mon then.” he gestured you to climb on top of him.

“noooo,” you whined. “i don’t have the evergy to ride your dick.”

minho shot you a dirty glare, but complied. in a matter of seconds, he flipped you around, so your back was pressing against his toned chest. you could only hear him pull out his dick and start stroking it. it was nothing but slick sound and his heavy breathing behind you.

you wiggled your ass in anticipation. “babyyyy- i need you.”

“you know i can’t just put it in.” minho gave your ass a light smack in response. “wait a bit.”

as he promised, soon enough you felt the mattress sagging next to you. minho scooted closer, lifting your leg up and gliding his dick between your folds. oh, you were dripping wet. he didn’t even need to do anything more.

slowly, minho pushed his cock in and bottomed out, earning a pleased sigh from you.

“i’ve missed you so bad, baby.” he hummed into your neck as his cock started to slide in and out of your pussy.

minho wasn’t rough with it. quite the opposite. the pace was so slow and steady, it almost made you want to beg him for more. but it was satisfying even like that. his heavy breathing was ticking your neck, you could feel his chest rising up and down and his hand was holding you firmly in place.

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying not to be too embarrassingly loud. “you missed me? we just had sex yesterday.”

“and so what? i miss your pretty pussy everyday.” he said, making you laugh.

“you are unbearable, you know it?”

“that’s why you love me.” you could feel him smiling behind you. the moment that you were sharing right now felt so intimate, far from the usual rough sex you two liked.

minho’s thrusts became a bit faster. your eyes were rolling back in satisfaction. it felt so good, so safe and secure. you wanted to stay in that moment forever. your eyes shut as you were taking him all in. his hand then went to play with your clit, getting you to the edge even faster.

his cock was thick enough to make you cum, but minho just couldn’t keep his hands away from your pussy. his fingers were fully covered with your arousal. unable to resist the urge, he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them with loud noises. and that alone made your pussy clench harder around him.

as he finished licking off your juices, the thrusts continued with a much faster pace. you could feel he was getting close — the dick was twitching so much inside you.

“minho–” you moaned, not really paying attention to the words that left your lips anymore. “s-so good-“

minho was making you feel so good on his cock, hitting every right spot. your brain became cloudy, thoughts weren’t forming properly anymore. you could feel your orgasm approaching.

“are you close, baby?” minho whispered right into your ear. you nodded eagerly. “then cum with me.”

the combination of his soft voice, quiet whimpers, his body pressing against you, and, of course, his dick destroying you from the inside, did their job. your legs started trembling as you moaned loudly before reaching your orgasm.

minho was chasing his release just right after you. your pussy felt so warm and familiar around him… he didn’t want to cum, he didn’t want to end this feeling. he just wanted to stay buried inside you for the rest of the day. but that didn’t stop the fact that was so so close to cumming.

he muttered a few words about how much he loves you, before you felt the warmth in your cunt. his cum filled you up so nicely, making you squirm.

both of you tried to catch your breaths as minho’s hand ran up and down your back. he remained buried inside of you. he wouldn’t take it out unless you asked him to. 

for a bit you just laid down, letting the moment settle in. you listened to each other’s breaths. the feeling of secureness and love grew inside you and it almost made you tear up.

but your stomach made you aware of it’s presence, growling loudly.

“we should eat something for breakfast.” you spoke.

“no.” minho replied, tugging you impossibly closer to him. “let’s wait for another five minutes.” 

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"Bad girl, you're asking for it now, huh?" Changbin spoke between heavy breaths, pumping his hips up into you. He growled, positioning your entrance with the swollen leaking tip that was eager to stretch you out.

A low primal noise ripped from his throat. The feeling of your cunt was already sending him over the edge and he was fully seeing colors now. The most incredible he had ever felt was happening right now. "Fuck…!” His voice vibrated low against the back of your neck. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to stay quiet and unimpressed with his movements. His hips bucked and moved to emphasize each word he spoke. He loved how eager and needy you were, just like him.

Changbin gripped your hips harder, clinging onto the euphoric sensation of your perfect cunt. He pulled your face gently back towards him and held it with one hand and made you look at him so he could see those pretty dilated pupils and wet mouth falling open. He needed to see the moment you went cock dumb for him. He knew if he told you to slow down or speed up that you would do exactly what he said. "How does it feel bunny? How does this cock inside you feel?" Changbin teased while he continued to mindlessly move in and out of you in perfect sync with your body.

Changbin's eyes widened when he saw the moment happen. Like clouds colliding in a perfect storm he could feel his climax reaching its zenith the moment your eyes went blank with pleasure. "I'm gonna fucking cum, bunny. You're pulling me in like crazy…”

He wanted to fill you up so full that everything poured back out again. So full that your stomach bulged full of his seed. His muscular forearm wrapped around your throat as his cock throbbed and pumped inside of you. You felt each and every pump and immediately unleashed all of your quiet, unheard thoughts, holding nothing back.

You blinked slowly, your eyes wet and your bottom lip trembling. “I..I do know what a Dom is.” You cooed softly, sliding and squeezing your legs together unconsciously needing the friction, unconsciously needed his fingers, his tongue, his cock inside of you.

Chan smiled softly, using his thumb to softly rub your cheeks as he continued to hold your jaw. He was controlling but he was always good about praise. It was the best thing about being a Dom, praising the sub for doing what he asked of them. And you were doing a wonderful job and he hadn't even controlled you like he wanted to.

“Thank you for being honest with me. You did well." His voice was low and warm like it was laced with honey. His words poured over you and coated your skin from head to toe. He let go of your jaw and said goodnight, giving you a wink before walking out of the kitchen.

Your knees wobbled and you had to hold onto the sink to keep from falling over. “Wait!” You shouted after him. The neediness in your voice even surprising you. “You're leaving? Are you mad at me?”

He stopped mid-step in the doorway of the kitchen. He slowly turned around to face you. He smiled at you and rubbed the back of his neck, resting his body against the doorframe.

"No, I'm not mad at you. Believe me, you will know when I'm mad at you. And it will be a lesson you will not soon forget." He paused for a minute before continuing, letting his threat hang in the air between the two of you for a moment. "By the way, that video you sent me was... incredible. Too incredible to be sharing that with just anyone. Share it with someone that actually knows what they're doing.”

You stepped closer towards him, silently begging him to stay, to throw you against the wall and make you forget about every bad date, every bad kiss, every bad fuck you had ever had. But your shyness was getting the better of you. It coiled around your throat and strangled all the words out of your vocal cords until all that remained was wasted air.

Tell him what you want. You screamed inside your head. “Come upstairs.” You said finally. Not a question but a statement. Chan smirked proudly and nodded.

He silently followed you up the stairs to your room. He stayed just inches behind you, enjoying the way your hips swayed as you walked and the way your skin smelled. You almost seemed like a beautiful doe in the woods late at night, too trusting of the toothy wolf you just invited into your humble den. He stopped in front of your bedroom door and watched you walk inside. "Can I ask you something?”

You sat down on the edge of your bed. You grabbed a bottle of your favorite lotion and began applying it to your arms, a nervous habit you had always had. The smell of lavender and honey always seemed to calm you down and now this gorgeous man staying in your room staring at you like you were a goddamn supermodel. “Sure.”

Chan's eyes grazed along your skin following the motion of your soft hand applying lotion to your arms and legs. The sheen and shine of the lotion like a glaring light beckoning him to kiss every inch of you. He smiled wickedly and let out a soft groan* "Are you a virgin?”

Your hands froze midway up your thigh. Your eyes flicked to his and to Chan's surprise, you had the same wicked smile on your face too. “No, I'm not. Why? Do I act that innocently?”

Chan took another step into your bedroom. He loved how honest you were being about everything. He was so proud of you that he almost wanted to reward you. Almost. He ran his fingers through his hair and spoke bluntly. "I ask because from that video you looked so tight and untouched I would've thought you were a virgin.”

He spoke so casually. He said exactly what he was thinking the moment he thought it. When he picked you up for your first date he was so sweet and almost shy. He was respectful and patient. This side of him was so different. You envied him. Your cunt pulsated and throbbed with your heartbeat and you knew you couldn't wait anymore. You slowly slid your legs open and yanked your panties to the side so you were on full display for Chan. “Please.” You whispered.

When you positioned herself on the bed, Chan looked between your legs and licked his lips. In almost perfect sync he buried his face into your tight cunt. His tongue worked hungrily, flicking against your clit and along the length of your soft lips. His mouth pressed against your soaking folds after every lap of his tongue. You thrusted your hips into his mouth, never before feeling the sensation of a tongue that could do tricks and licks like this. You ran your fingers through his hair before grabbing a generous handful with both hands, effectively riding his tongue imagining riding his cock the exact same way.

Chan continued to lick, coaxing the orgasm out of you. He hooked his arm around your thigh to angle himself better and then followed by grabbing your other thigh, effectively spreading your legs wider and exposing your sensitive clit to him even more than before. Your orgasm washed over you like it was the first time. Like your body had never experienced anything like this moment, right now. He watched you come undone and he stood up from between your legs, already pulling himself out of his boxers. He lined himself up with your entrance and looked down at you and smiled. "You look so fucking pretty right now babygirl. Look at you, so pliable and ready for me."

Your hand stayed hovered over that metaphorical panic button all the way to the pharmacy where you stood staring at every pregnancy test available.

Your mind was racing. Every test did the same thing, right? But were some tests better than others? Were some stronger? Smarter? You checked your watch and saw that you had exactly two hours before you had to meet Chan for lunch. He just had a few good minutes for his lunch break and he always wanted to spend it seeing you. He always said you were his “pick-me-up”, that he didn't really need the coffee if he could see your face. You held the bright pink box in your hand and waited. You waited for a sign, or for your period to start, or for your legs to not feel like concrete. You took a deep breath and willed yourself to move to the checkout counter. You bought a king-sized Snickers bar as well, as a treat for whatever the results may be…

Two hours later, Chan arrived at the cafe. He found your table and sat down. He would never admit it but he liked being the first one to arrive, so he could always see you walk through the door. It was his favorite sight. He pulled his phone out to check some emails when he heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, handsome.” You cooed softly, sliding into a chair next to him and hugging him tightly.

“Hey! It's good to see you baby, I missed you!” He whispered into your ear as he held you. He loved when the conversations, the special, intimate ones, were just between the two of you. He loved when he held you and the world disappeared for a moment. “How are you?” His eyes sparkled for you like the first day you met.

You smiled back, tears already filling your eyes. You gripped the strap of your purse tightly as if it weighed a thousand pounds. But what was inside was even heavier than that, heavier than anything the two of you had ever faced before.

“Channie, baby, I have something to tell you…” Your voice trailed off as you reached inside your purse. Chan felt a bit of panic in his chest. You sounded so serious and he was worried. You took a deep breath and pulled out a pregnancy test. On the display screen were two visible, solid pink lines.

“Is…is that what I think it is?” Chan slowly grabbed the tiny plastic stick and stared at the vertical pink and off white. The color that would change your lives forever.

“It's positive. I'm pregnant. You knocked me up, mister.” You smiled. A nervous smile that wasn't sure how he was going to react. You hoped that the joking tone would lighten the mood a little. Chan let out a stifled laugh, caught in between his throat and his heart somewhere. His eyes filled with tears and spilled over onto his cheeks. His smile grew and grew while his hands shook, still holding the pregnancy test. He turned to look at you, tears fully streaming down his face now.

“We're going to have a baby?” His voice broke into gentle sobs. You held him close and whispered into his ear. “Yes. We're going to have a baby. It's a miracle. You…you gave me a miracle.”

Minho's dorm room was exactly as you expected. Messy, unkempt, a real boy's place. As the two of you stepped inside he off the cuff mentioned he had a roommate but the two of you should be undisturbed for the night.

“Who's your roommate?” You ask as you pull a few textbooks out of your bag. Your voice was flat and ultimately uninterested but you needed to make some kind of small talk to cut through this tension of being in Minho's living room. Minho rummaged through his fridge and pulled out a few beers before making his way back to you on the couch. “You don't know him.” He said quickly. He slid the second beer across his coffee table to you. You rolled your eyes and pushed it to the edge of the table and pulled out the template from class. “Let's get started, okay? The sooner we get this going, the sooner we can be done and never speak to each other again.”

Minho smirked, his slender fingers tapping against the neck of his beer bottle. “Aw, what's the matter? You don't like me?” He leaned in closer. “Nope.” You snapped back. This response made Minho laugh. A loud, full laugh that promised that he didn't believe you. He was cocky and he was sure that every girl wanted him. His eyes lingered on you as you continued to read over the template. “So, what bullshit do we have to write about now?” Minho asked while taking another swig of his beer. You sighed heavily in response. “Love. The subject is just love. It says to write about any kind of love, however it speaks to you.”

Minho let out a huff. “Between a beautiful woman's legs, that's the only love I need.” He remarks. “You're disgusting.” You retort. You slide a template over to where he sits, “just write something, pervert.” Minho's face scrunches up for a moment, “aren't we supposed to be working on this together, partner?”

“You're a big boy, you can handle it.” You scold, your hand gripping tightly to your pencil. “Just write.” Minho sighs loudly as his body slumps deeper into the couch. An hour goes by without either of you saying a word to one another. Just the sounds of pencils scraping and pages turning fills the air around you. “This is stupid.” Minho complains, finally breaking the silence. The sound of a pencil hitting the coffee table breaks you out of your writing trance and you shoot a glaring look at him. “If you hate this so much, why did you sign up for this class?” You quip back.

Minho's eyes flash an intensity that matches yours. An angry, exacerbated look that contracts with his normal cool and calm demeanor. Has he never had someone challenge him before? Has he never had a girl stand up to him instead of immediately falling to her knees? You hold your stance and the two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. Then Minho grabs your half-written poem in an instant before you can even process what he is doing. He stands up from the couch and holds it ceremoniously. “Let's see what Miss Goody-Goody wrote about love, eh?” You fumble up from the couch and take a confident dive at Minho to try to get the paper back but miss as he pulls the paper away at the last minute. “Give that back!” You demand. But Minho holds the paper just out of reach, laughing proudly as he does. You look back at the coffee table to find his paper sitting there unprotected and take your chance, snatching it quickly into your hands. Minho's eyes widen as he realizes where this little chess game has led the two of you and his cheeks begin to burn a bright, hot red. His voice drops to a low, intimidating octane, “give it here. I'm serious.” His hand splayed out in front of you.

You let out a triumphant laugh and stick up your nose at him. “No way!” Minho smirk turns to a serious expression and he takes a few steps towards you, causing you to take a few steps back. Soon you are frantically trying to figure out your next move. You quickly fake left before turning to the right and easing your way around Minho and down the hall to an open door welcoming you inside. You hastily run into the room and shut the door behind you, hearing the pounding sound of Minho's palms flat against the other side of the door. “This isn't funny anymore! Come out of there!” He shouts from the hallway.

You clear your throat ready to read the poem out loud. Minho groans loudly before giving the door one last defeated thud. Your eyes scan the page and you find yourself frozen by something you did not expect.

A carnation bright

Unfold for me

This is everything and nothing

I put a ribbon and signed the envelope

Postage stamp

In the garden you wait

Surrounded by a soil that drains

Who waters you?

Where is the watering can that fills your petals, sweet Carnation?

I pluck you so carefully

Lie you down on the softest pillow

You've ever felt

You clutch the page in your hands, a slight tremble causing the paper to crinkle under your fingertips. Your eyes pour over every line again and again. The words are erased and written again, scribbled over and corrected. But the words he chose, the words he decided were the right ones to express himself, they stayed etched in pencil led with a secretive beauty. You slowly make your way to the bedroom door and turn the door knob. You find Minho sitting in the hallway across from the door. He glares up at you, his face painted red in embarrassment. “Don't say anything. I know it's bad.” He whispers, his voice shaking slightly.

You step out into the hallway and kneel in front of where Minho sits. “It's not bad, Minho. It's actually…good.” You confess. You watch Minho's head lift up as he searches your face for any hint of a lie. Then he lifts up your paper, “you didn't write anything.” He smirks.

Then it was your face that burned red. You had written a few pathetic lines of poetry before erasing everything in frustration. “I hate what I wrote. I hate everything I write.” you murmur. This causes Minho's smile to grow and spread across his face. But this smile was different, not a mocking, cocky smile but a smile that seemed to understand exactly what you meant. “That just means you're good at what you do. Come here, I'll show you.” He said and then stood up taking your hand in his and pulling you back into the bedroom. The bedroom that was, in fact, his bedroom. In the far corner of the room stood a tall, broad bookshelf so full that it almost looked like it would bend and break if just one more book was added. Minho searched the shelf for just a moment before pulling out three books. He then turned on his heels to face you. “These authors didn't even get published until their late 40s. Can you believe that? Now everyone reads them!” His eyes lit up with the kind of fascination designated for a child on Christmas morning. He placed the books in your hands and begged you to read them. You looked down at the books in your hands and furrowed your brow. This was not the boy you were expecting. Why did he have to act like such an asshole all the time? Why did he have to act so uninterested and bored all of the time?

You look up from the books and stare at Minho for a moment. “Why are you so afraid of people seeing this side of you?”

Minho jolts from your blunt question. His eyes lock with yours and for a moment his mouth hangs open in silence. Then he steps closer to you. “Because this side is too real, too raw. If they are the real me then they can hurt the real me. And I can't risk that.”

Something snaps in you at his response. You didn't know if it was his honesty or the fact that you had been feeling the exact same way but something outside of yourself brought your lips to his. His lips were surprisingly tender. His hands made their way up to your jawline and nestled there as the two of you worked in tandem. Your nose brushed against one another as his mouth opened in invitation. Your tongue scraped softly against his teeth, giving way to his teeth biting and holding onto your bottom lip. A soft and vulnerable noise escaped you at that moment. And a flash of all the women who have ever been in this room entered your mind, causing you to break the kiss. You stumble back and press your hand over your mouth. “I can't. I'm sorry.” You turn towards the bedroom door and make your way down the hallway to leave. You frantically and admittedly quite clumsily grab your book bag and jacket before making a b-line to the front door.

Minho never tried to stop you, never called your name out and begged you to stay. You walked back to your dorm room and threw yourself onto the bed. You bury your face in your pillow until all light leaves and only darkness remains. He wasn't just a fuckboy, player, or asshole. He was actually someone who you could fall in love with. And that thought was scarier than anything else.

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