Peepoo

summer came and went by faster than you would've liked. they say time flies when you're having fun, and that was an understatement when describing your summer. during one of those fly-by hot days in the sweltering heat at one of the beautiful beaches of malta, you'd found the prettiest boy there was.

he was vacationing with his friends, he'd later said, when he'd struck up conversation with you:

"experiencing new things, y'know what i mean?" he'd said with his slim waist of perfectly sculpted abs on display, coming to a tight v-line right where his swim trunks started. his blonde and black hair was damp, probably ocean water, and most definitely sweat from the sweltering heat. he was so effortlessly beautiful, you'd wanted him from the first second your eyes had laid themselves upon him.

and apparently he was fond of you too. you'd probably spent an hour speaking with the waves washing away sand from both of your feet before you'd even gotten his name after he'd asked yours.

jiho.

a name almost as pretty as he was; he'd said the same thing about your name too.

jiho was so insanely charming with his wide smile, always cushioned by those perfectly plump blush-pink lips. you'd watched the sunset together, forgetting both of you had come with your friends, both of your friends having stayed quiet, not daring to rush you in fear of breaking up whatever you two had going on.

the two of you hadn't left until you had each others numbers and continued chatting the night away. he was there for two weeks, and leaving in ten days.

which meant he had ten days with you.

coffee in the mornings, mini golf evenings, wine tastings, restaurants he'd been recommended by the locals he’d asked- all his treat of course. you were sure his friends would hate him by the end of their vacation since he was spending all of his time with you. but every time he'd reach for your hand when other men got too close to you, it reassured you that he didn't want to be anywhere but with you.

he was almost too good to be true, but weren't summer flings always like that? they make themselves unforgettable so that they’ll linger in your mind, never to be touched again.

unforgettable was how he was in everything- at everything. that 7th night, he'd invited you to a boat party. the boat was huge; multiple floors, lights flashing on the top, his friends waving at him to hurry up and get in. you'd both had drinks, you having a few more than him. you'd pulled him into the bathroom, feeling especially needy of him, and the two of you had finally kissed. his lips had felt as soft as they looked, and tasted even better. jiho's kisses seemed as if they could be life saving; the sort of kiss that could wake a princess from a never ending slumber. he felt like vitality pushing against you and new savory life experiences with his fingers trailing over your arms like he was putting you under a spell that would make you remove all of your clothes whenever he wanted. you'd found yourself out of your top before you could realize, soon to strip more. but when you'd held his waist band and scrunched your fingers down to palm his clothed privacy, not stopping to break your kiss, he'd stopped you. you felt him smile into your kiss then pull away.

"not now, princess." he'd said, with a kiss to the back of your naughty hand, his eyes never leaving yours. he helped you put your cover up back on, kissed your forehead, and fixed you up to look somewhat like you weren't about to desperately take him. and when you were ready, he led you by your hand back out to the deck and partied with you right beside him for the rest of the time.

but he didn't leave you hanging. the tenth night had come by quicker than you would’ve wished. he'd invited you to his suite, not hesitating to tell you how much he'd enjoyed being with you, how sad he was to leave you. you had angled his face up toward you by his chin for easier access to his lips.

"you are so perfect, jiho. so fucking pretty." you'd whispered to him. he did nothing but smile that wide grin of his, looking down at your lips. and jiho kissed you to the sounds of street life and a coldplay song played on a violin by a street vendor, drifting in through a cracked open window. with your hand cupped against his cheek, you'd turned to him in his bed and moved with the flow of his mouth, letting him control when he wanted, and you moving in for more when you wanted.

then he did that spell again with his finger tips across your skin, the one that left you out of your clothes. this time, he didn't dare stop you. he was puddy if anything, letting you touch him however and wherever you wanted. it was you that had broken his button up shirt open, laid him back on the bed, and straddled him as you led your kisses down his jaw. jiho gripped at the flesh on your waist, pulling it and stretching it as you rubbed your ass against his shorts. you kissed down his exposed torso, your hands running across his chest. you'd licked his neck before turning it into a kiss and saw that even the taste of his body was perfect. there was no way he was real.

but he was- he'd proven it with the feeling of his mouth kissing the lips of your cunt then licking your clit, his eyes unwavering from you as your body contorted at the heavenly feeling. he'd told you to tell him how you liked it and you had:

three fingers pushed inside of you, curling back toward himself as his tongue licked circles around your sensitive spot. jiho was fucking magic, and you let him know through your moans as you tried to say his name through the pleasure.

"yeah? you like it?" he'd said, his fingers still fucking into you.

"fuck...yes, baby" you'd moaned, half lidded at the sight of him working wonders on you at the bottom of the bed.

he'd laughed again, lowering himself back to your center, as if it was more enjoyable for him to eat you out than it was for you yourself.

he'd loved it even more when you'd gripped his multi-colored hair, almost steering him like a lustful controller. your hips jerked forward, chasing at the feeling of his mouth and he'd wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you in place.

jiho bobbed his head up and down against your slickness, frictionless, lustfully hungry for your cunt, absolutely insatiable. and when you'd came all over his wide mouth, he didn't stop. he didn't stop as your hips bucked forward nor as your body tensed up, your cunt tightening around nothing. and he certainly hadn't stopped when your liquids came flushing out as you yelled out his name for the whole building to hear. he only stopped when you told him you couldn't take more, simply stopping at your command. and then he'd sat up on his knees like an innocent good boy, but the tent in his pants said otherwise.

"can you?" he'd asked softly, looking down at his hard on.

you couldn't dream of saying no.

he'd had you intimately hovered over him as he jutted his cock into you, grabbing at the curves of your body for stability as the feeling of your walls tightened around him drove out pants and whimpers from his beautiful mouth. his groans came out like singing notes, making you clench as his pink tip drove deep into you.

''ooh, jiho'' you poured his name out of your mouth at the sensation of his controlled movements.

he really was unforgettable with everything.

''i know princess. fuck, you're so beautiful.'' he'd hissed into the air and let out a shuttered breath as your tits bounced in his vision, a lovely sight for him. you could feel every vein of his dick move in and out of you, and you knew he could feel your pussy memorizing them too. you weren't sure how you were supposed to let him get on a flight tomorrow and leave you. he kept his stamina, fucking you steadily like he could do it for hours and never get tired. but your legs were threatening to shake, your center basically pushing him out like he was too good to be there.

you're sure you could've even cried from how crazily well he was thrusting into you, fucking you like there was no tomorrow. and in a sense, this was your last chance. that's the thing about a summer fling: they're never yours for long.

but jiho was yours for now, and really that's all you could hold onto. you knew it, and he did too. so you fell drunkenly lost into the feeling of him, letting an orgasm wash over you that didn't stop him.

he'd only stop when you told him so.

well yes, all of this for him. the way he kisses you and moves around you, grabbing at your skin, you start to wonder if the guy really is a virgin.

or is he even worse than you? has he imagined fucking you more than you have him? because now that the moment has arrived, all you can do is sit there shyly like a clueless doe. you're not clueless though, real life is just a lot different than your imagination where you take charge and give him the sex session of a lifetime. and while he's great in reality, you aren't. you're just a ball of nerves.

but kyrell is between your legs, kissing the skin of your thighs like they'll be taken away from him if he doesn't keep himself pressed against them at all times. a gift to you, but what about him?

he wants to give this to you, yes, but why aren't you the porn star you imagined yourself to be?

you hum when kyrell licks your inner thigh, wiping away your scared imagination. you don't know what to do, but kyrell sure seems to.

"baby?" you say quietly. kyrell doesn't move at first, lost in his contact with you. you repeat it louder. he shifts his kisses back up your waist leaning forward between your legs so that he's face to face with you.

"yeah?" he smiles, giggly, giddy, and effortlessly reassuring you with the warmth of his presence.

"i want to do more for you." you say as calmly as possible.

kyrell can't keep his hands off of you as he goes back to kissing you, now at your jawline, asking a muffled 'what?' when he gets between your neck and shoulder.

"i want to do more, i just don't know what to do. it's...i'm nervous." you were so excited to hear that he felt the same way about you that you didn't stop to think about that fact that you literally have no experience whatsoever.

your boyfriend stops immediately, sitting up to look at you. "oh, i'm sorry. do you want me to stop? if you're uncomfortable, we don't have to baby. i promise you, i can wait."

you smile at him- and the tent in his pants. he can wait, but it will surely pain him. and you don't want to wait, you want to please him now. you just want it to be perfect. "no, i just want to be good. i want this to be good. i just don't know what i'm doing. i've run through this situation in my mind so many times but i genuinely- reality is a bit different."

your boyfriend stares down at your lips. "you don't have to do anything. i want to please you. you're perfect just laying there. relax, this is my treat."

you bite your lip, wetting them as you nod, watching him lower himself. he stops just above your pelvis, looking back up at you. "just make sure you let me know how i'm doing."

he takes his cool fingers across the skin of your legs, squeezing your thighs, a firm massage, before he takes the hem of your panties and pulls them, easing them down your legs with your help, then tossing them to the ground. he moves his face down, disappearing from your view between your legs as he places kisses down your folds. you tense up, feeling your body give rise to a tingle throughout all of you. he kisses your clit, eliciting a gasp of delight from you.

"good baby, let me know just like that." your boyfriend wraps his arms around your thighs for a good grip as he goes in for more. a teasing lick to your clit, then a long stroke of his tongue against it. he puts his lips around it, sucking and swirling your slickness like he's done it a million times before. it feels amazing on your unexperienced body as gasps and pants start to fall out of your mouth at an increasing pace as he quickens his movements. every time he hears your mouth open in praise of something he's done, he makes mental note of it and is sure to do it again so he can hear you again. your hips jut forward as you try not to close your legs around him, every motion sending an addicting jolt of pleasure throughout your body, making you tense up with the threat of coming undone.

your hands grip the sheets not knowing what to do with all the pent up lust you have for him, and it's easy for you to see why the church elders warn against lust:

you would kill to have this feeling forever.

your moans are growing louder, your voice feeling raspy as your vocal cords vibrate with guttural sounds of bliss. your eyes are barely able to focus on his beautiful silhouette devouring you between your legs making that rush feel like its coming to a fever pitch. you hold your breath trying not to curse, breathless puffs of air coming out of your mouth.

kyrell can see it too, as attentive as he is. he looks up at you, catching his breath. "you close?" he says, taking a finger and circling your clit as he kisses around your thighs waiting for an answer. you can hardly speak, nodding slowly, trying to look at him. his eyes squint into a smile watching you struggle. "then i'm doing good."

you nod again, this time quicker, painfully waiting for the sensation of his mouth to return to you, but it doesn't. in fact he takes his fingers away from your cunt, as he stands up, pulling you down the bed gently so that you're aligned with his bulge.

you take the chance to catch your breath letting out a sheepish laugh. he's amazing at everything apparently. "how are you so good at this?" you ask with as much air as you can muster.

he tilts his head, a smirk on his face. "it's easy when you taste so good. reddit doesn't tell you how fun it is."

"reddit?" you laugh, feeling yourself calm down, the pit in your stomach easing up while kyrell's hands run over the bottom of your stomach, up your waist and to your bra.

"can i?" he giggles at your reaction as he laps your bra straps. you give him a soft 'mhm', and he seamlessly unbuckles it, maybe even better than you do. he continues to answer your question. "like i said, i've thought about this a lot...researched it. thank God for a private browser."

you scoff. "you're an expert."

"yeah? wanted to make sure i could live up to my fantasy with you. heard it's best to get you ready before you take me. so i mean, sorry, didn't mean to take away my expertise so suddenly," he says, gesturing to your bare cunt as he starts taking off his shirt. his abs are perfectly crafted when he does, highlighted amazingly by the lighting in his room, making you even more wet than you already are. obviously you've seen him shirtless before, but something about how easily he takes charge, making sure he takes care of you and washes your fears away...everything about him is ten times hotter.

but then he lowers his bottoms, showing something you've never fully seen before;

he's big. dauntingly big.

you've touched yourself, maybe getting as far as a finger or two, but nothing this much.

your perfect boyfriend, reading your mind is quick to calm you down. "you only do what you're comfortable with, okay?"

you nod, quiet again as he lines himself up with your entrance, dragging his hardened dick slick with precum against your folds. the feeling almost makes you forget how nervous you are, with him sighing deeply at the sensation. he looks to you, your breaths coming out unsurely. you press your hands into his sheets, palms sweaty as you close your eyes and anticipate the impending pain.

but all you feel is kyrell's fingers slide in between yours, lifting them from the blanket. you open your eyes to him kneeled in front of you.

before a confused 'what?' can even come out of your mouth, kyrell just kisses you; a kiss that tells you he understands; one that says 'another time'.

he pulls away from your kiss, trailing them down to your neck. "we'll work our way up to it." the heat of his words wisps tingles against your skin as you nod.

you can say thank you, but the angel in front of you already knows. but not being ready to take him doesn't mean you can't still have fun. baby steps- you never finished, something kyrell will be swift to attend to; and your boyfriend still has something you can use to thank him pressing hard against your thigh as he lays sweet kisses against you.

as you start to kiss him back, your touches moving lower and lower, you know reality will always be better than a fantasy, especially with heaven at your side-

siyun loves sex to come up naturally, nothing too energy consuming and for that reason i think he’s a do it anywhere kinda guy. like bathroom counter, you bent over the kitchen island, you riding him on the couch while he looks up at you bouncing beautifully on him. loves when you lean over while riding him to give him a few marks to cover up the next day!

and though he’s quiet usually, he gets very giggly after he’s practically sung a high note of praise. he hums when you feel good around him, especially when he’s first entered you.

bonus: his voice gets raspy when he lets out his deeper groans, hence why he has to clear his throat so often when he speaks

"check my posts." kamden had sent a short little message, a sort of order to your phone.

"why?"

"i think you'll like what I posted"

"...?"

he just left you on read. kamden's the type to do that though, you'd learned over the six or seven months that you'd been dating him for. he likes to leave you anticipating more just as a tease, but the good thing was that he always met those expectations better than you could imagine- only after he got his fill.

so you checked his posts on twitter, and found nothing.

then you checked his tiktok- again nothing.

his instagram didn't yield anything either. what was he talking about? every social media app you had his users for were completely empty- nothing new at least. you went to your apps, looking around.

then it dawned on you- not an app, a website.

kamden was no stranger to the effect he knew he had on you- how beautiful you found him- how much he turned you on effortlessly. he liked how he could make you squirm in your seat just from looking at you, so he made an account. one just for you. you were his only subscriber, because you were his best fan.

when you said you missed him on tour, he'd post to his onlyfans account. sometimes it was an outfit, sometimes it was him freshly out of the shower, sometimes it was the sounds of him missing you as he touched himself imagining it was you.

but kamden wasn't on tour, he was a couple of miles away, finishing a dress rehearsal for a fan sign, so why would he post to that? though it wasn't a question to stop your curiosity as you typed your log in.

and when your screen loaded up, you had your answer: a new post from kamden. it was nothing suggestive, just him holding up his phone in the mirror as he posed for the pictures...in a suit.

what's his problem?

there was nothing inherently sexual about it. really not at all. his expression wasn't even lustful. he was just looking at himself on the screen in his freshly pressed suit.

so why could you feel your insides twisting and turning as you looked at them?

was it his strong eyebrows? the one's that you could imagine him frowning at you with like he would do when he'd watch you grind against him as you rode him? or maybe it was his hair: how it was so attentively styled and layed against his forehead, inflicting images of how messy it'd be if you were holding onto his strands as he pressed into you. or his nose? you always loved the way it felt when it'd tickle your skin lightly as he placed kisses around your body. your eyes trailed over to his hand holding his phone in place. was it his long slender fingers? there were so many ways kamden used them on you, all to make you feel good.

whatever it was, kamden had done his job of making you crave him.

he knew he looked irresistable... maybe that's what was driving you crazy. he was effortlessly confident about himself in his suit, and for good reason.

kamden looked so amazing. it'd made you want to scroll on his page, and find him pleasuring himself and imagine it was you making him feel good. but then kamden texted you:

"are u busy?"

"no. waiting for u at home. missing u extra"

"lol so u liked the pics then?"

"a lot."

"im heading home. got another thing for u."

he sent an image: his left hand on his lap, just barely against a slight outline of himself through his pants.

"look" he'd added, "do you like the rings?"

rings? least of your fucking worries.

"you're evil"

he left you on opened. he was insane, and he knew you were insane for him. he was torturing you. granted, technically all he did was send you a picture, but he knew how easy you were for him.

so thirty minutes later when he arrived home, acting like everything was normal, you didn't know what to do with yourself. he'd taken his jacket and his shoes off, gave you a kiss, said his small talk and headed to the bathroom connected to your bedroom to freshen up.

so you'd flipped through your drawers searching for something to match his energy.

but laying on your back with your ass out in your red lingerie dress and panties had earned only a slightly amused smile from him and then he looked away and walked to his side of the bed, shaking out a couple of droplets of wet hair before he tossed his towel down. he sat down on the bed, his back to you like he couldn't care less about how hard you were trying.

you groaned under your breath, annoyed. he wasn't giving in easy tonight apparently. you sat up, crawled up behind him and raised to your knees. "liked your outfit by the way," you said, moving your hands to his shoulders as if you were going to give him a massage.

"yeah?"

"mhm." you circled his shoulders a few times then moved your hands down his arms, then trailed them back up. he grabbed one of your hands resting on his shoulder.

"you're touchy tonight." kamden said, turning his head to face you. your face lingered beside his as he watched your lips.

"am i? i just really liked your look." you said innocently, trying to play along.

he turned his torso toward you a bit more, enough to get an arm around your waist. "yours isn't too bad either" he said, his eyes falling down over your appearance fully.

you smiled. "you're an ass."

kamden smirked looking back up at your lips as he angled his hand from your waist down to your ass cheek. he spread his palm against it before grabbing up a good handful of it. "me? an ass? no..." he said, and he used his strength to pull you against his lips for a kiss. then another. then more.

and then it wasn't long until you were grinding against his clothed dick, grabbing at his slightly damp strands and kissing down his neck, breathy as you felt his half hardened dick press your core. you were enjoying it almost too much, moaning at the friction as you imagined more...

you were imagining more, but kamden wasn't giving you more. actually he wasn't giving you anything. he'd touched you and kissed you until he was laying down with you on top of him and now he wasn't doing anything. you curled up to look at his face.

he was smiling.

"what?" he asked when you'd stopped. "i didn't tell you to stop."

"yeah you aren't doing much of anything," you said leaning back down to kiss his cheek and fade them down into his neck.

he half chuckled. "you didn't earn it."

you rolled your eyes, sat up again. "was it not enough that you sent those pics and made me stare at them with nothing to help me?"

kamden sucked his teeth. "it was only thirty minutes."

"you know i'm your biggest fan, thirty minutes is too much." 'fan'. fan...

kamden liked his pushing and pulling to drive you crazy as if you were a fan. but if you could get him past his silly little teasing stage, he'd always rock your world as a reward.

fan...

"give me your phone," you ordered.

kamden tilted his head up at you. "what?" he laughed. you just looked at him, hand extended. he surprisingly didn't argue, just handed you his phone, a smile of curiosity etched across his face, making his cheeks contour lovely.

you scrolled over to the camera, put it on video and set it up on the nightstand across from you, making sure both of you were in frame. then you hit record, sauntered back over to your rightful spot on his lap.

kamden raised one of his sexy eyebrows.

"i'm giving you something more than a tease to post."

you resumed your kisses to his neck, moving your hands across his chest and pulling him in as your kisses moved to the cloth over his abs, your hands not dragging far behind. you lowered the waist band of his pajama pants, took a hand to raise his tee shirt up as you kissed his v-line. one of your hands moved to his thigh, massaging up to the center as you layed kisses and licks to his lower stomach.

he relaxed into his spot on the bed, placing his hands behind his head like he was enjoying a show.

so you had to perform.

you padded his balls through his pants, groping and rubbing them as your kisses went up and down his exposed torso. his abs flexed a bit before he caught it, trying to resume his nonchalant demeanor. you pulled the waist band of both his underwear and his pants down, freeing his hardened cock as you took it into your hands. you'd thought about it: spitting into your hands, and popping him into your mouth as you stroked him to finish.

but that'd be boring. no performance. and you had to show him you were his biggest fan.

so you licked your hand, pumping him a few times. then you raised up to your knees and straddled him lining him up with your entrance. you brushed him against your wetness as lubricant then slipped him into you as you sunk into your spot like you were taking your rightful seat. you could see his arms flexed as he tried to continue to hold back from grabbing your hips for guidance and control.

you hold back your smile as you raised back up, setting a riding rhythm. he felt good, no doubt about it- every vein pressing against your walls, you tried to hold your breath, but a slight moan fell from your lips anyway.

and he twitched a bit.

be vocal. got it. you bounced slowly, trying not to clench, but every time his tip pressed against that lovely little spot as he curved gently inside of you, your walls bore down on him. his face would contort into an intoxicating frown before he could catch himself.

you slid forward with a moan as the shift in position gave you a new wonderful feeling. "fuck, you feel so good," you said, touching his chest as you came back down to his lips. this time he kissed back, raising up to make sure you connected. your lips parted as you continued to grind and swivel your hips against his pelvis, and kamden's tongue entered your mouth as he tried to keep your lips against him. it was good but you didn't have him ready all the way.

you leaned back, grabbing his legs as a handle as you started bouncing more vigorously on him making sure you raised up and crashed down as hard and deeply as possible. his lips parted, a quiet curse coming out of his mouth. you were feeling it too. you didn't know how much longer you could go without your body contracting around him like it was your first time.

and when you leaned back even more your head to the ceiling as you rode him, you clenched hard...then harder. "oh my God...kamden...fuck, baby," your walls constricted him.

and when he raised up, his hands flying to your waist like handle bars, you knew you had him. you looked over at the blinking red light on his recording phone, taking in the view:

brian was such a fucking idiot. a screw up. every time he did something wrong he'd look at you with those big dumb pretty eyes of his and stay silent, never a clue on how to fix anything.

"i gave you it for two seconds brian, how the fuck did you lose it?" 'it' being your wallet, with every form of ID you had on you. you'd handed it to him with your jacket while you'd adjusted your heels and now it was gone. so instead of being able to get into the club, you were going to have to look at the bouncer with as equally stupid a look as brian.

"i don't know...i'm sorry. i could've- i just had it."

"well, where could you have put it in the literal milliseconds you had it for?" brian just looked at you, his plump bottom lip jutted out, his eyes apologetic, but he wasn't doing a thing to help. "it wasn't a rhetorical question."

"oh." he just stood there looking at you.

"fucking help me look for it brian! oh my-" you cursed as you padded your skirt. it's not like it would do anything, you didn't have any pockets on there, but you were starting to panic. your cute little night out was about to be ruined because your boyfriend somehow had managed to lose something in the span of a second.

he jumped into action, but really slowly. he was basically just mirroring what you did- patting at his legs, and touching his shoulders for some reason. what the actual fuck was he doing.

"babe, i'm really sorry. i really don't know what i did with it." he said weakly, the base in his voice was as absent as his mind was. the streets had started to gather up a little line as people waited for the bouncer to open up the doors. with every single person that joined into the line, brian's tall stature deflated, his posture sinking into himself as he looked at you for guidance. you turned around and looked at the growing line behind you. the line was starting to move up, and you still didn't have any ID.

and there brian was, once again just standing there- being nothing but eye candy. "i don't need an apology, i need you to help me find my damn wallet." you said, louder than you meant to. you could feel people starting to look at you out of curiosity, and brian could too. you could see the way his ears were starting to get rosy along with his cheeks, and the tall guys shoulders were so slouched he looked like a stupid turtle. you scoffed looking up at him. "don't sit there looking embarrassed. do you know how dumb i look coming to a club without id? i should be the one that's embarrassed."

"you can just tell the bouncer what happened..." he said. every word he uttered pissed you off even more.

"'oh i lost my wallet so i don't have id, can i come in anyway?' that's the lamest fucking excuse ever, they're not letting me in with that."

he sighed, his hand reaching around your waist as he stepped closer. "it's not that big of a deal, we'll find it-"

"fuck off. you're not finding shit." you pushed his hand off of you and turned around, started marching in your wasted heels out of the line in a disgraceful walk of shame. it took a second before you felt your boyfriends shadow looming behind you as he dragged his legs, hopefully feeling as idiotic as he was.

"babe," you heard him speak. you kept walking. you weren't trying to act dramatic but he was almost incompetent at times. a dumb...you don't know. you're head was mixed up with thoughts of replacing your things, where he could have even lost it,

and how annoyingly attractive he looked when he shyly pleaded for forgiveness.

it should've made you want to pull him in, tell him you're sorry and make his lips even bigger with a messy little kiss.

it didn't though. and when he grabbed your hand and said "babe" again, you swatted at his hand and whipped around.

"don't touch me you dumbass. how the fuck do you lose something that fucking fast?" you snapped. the words flew out of your mouth so quick that it wasn't until you'd got them all out that you noticed,

his lips were ever so slightly curled into a smile.

he corrected it quickly.

your blood felt like it was boiling in your veins. "there's no way you think this is funny."

"i don't. i'm sorry." he said, that silly little face again, plump bottom lip jutted out- kissable. and you noticed he'd slid your jacket over his crotch, like a cover.

"oh." you said. brian always said he liked it when you were angry, chewing him out, making him beg for your love back. you guess the added feeling of eyes being on him while you yelled at him made him a bit...excited.

you looked around: the crowded city walk ways had thinned out to stragglers, drunkards stumbling to their next bar, friend groups laughing with not a care in the world as they made their night plans. then there was brian in front of you, covering up a hard-on after having just ruined your plans. you silently turned around and started walking again. and he quickly followed suite, shuffling behind you.

"where are we going?"

"just shut up." you turned the corner down a thin alley way then moved toward a brick wall, stopping and spinning to face brian. what little light was there made brians eyes look so pitiful, he was just awaiting your command and doing as he was told.

good.

"look," he said, stepping closer to you. he draped your jacket over one of his broad shoulders then extended his arms before he pulled you in by the waist. "i'm sorry." he said. he had you against him, feeling his hardened self brush against your lower stomach as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. he had such a good grip on you that it reminded you how much stronger he is than you,

and that he lets you speak to him the way that you do.

he never does anything because he's always right where he needs to be.

he likes you angry. he likes you hot.

you felt his lips graze your neck, his tongue wet against your skin as he suckled a bit and his clothed dick grinded a pleasurable friction around your pelvis.

"idiot." you said under your breath. you felt his teeth as he smiled in between his kisses to you.

he just wasn't getting it was he? you wrapped an arm around his back, trailed it up his neck, and gripped his hair. instinctively he winced at the feeling as you tugged his head back and off of you. you took your other hand and tapped his cheek.

he smiled again, so you tapped it harder. and harder. and harder. until it was your full palm hard against his face, reddening his cheek, putting tears in his eyes from the sting. "i'm sorry," he said, a breathy whimper.

"get down." you said, gritty and rough. you held the back of his head so that he was watching you with those big pretty dumb eyes as he kneeled, and he knew not to take his eyes off of you. he wouldn't dream of it. "make me feel better, brian."

he didn't look down the alley to check for people, he just watched you while his hands moved up your legs, around your thighs, massaging them, kissing your skin. he worked his hand up in between your legs to feel your core, warm and accepting. you gripped his hair pushing him closer to where you wanted him, drawing out a desperate weak groan from him. he circled your clothed clit gently with his fingers, kissing the area around it like he was savoring the moment. you took your hands off of him, just to get your panties down for access. he helped you finish pulling them off from around your ankles. and then he was right back where you wanted him- where he wanted to be.

siyun was calling you right on time- just as you had planned. you turned over in your bed, laying on your back, you sheets draped over you like some sort of princess, your hair sprawled messily against your pillow. you answer his call.

"hello?" you said, half giggling already.

"hey, baby." he said flatly, weak, as always.

"'baby'? the members must not be around." you laughed. he'd never show his soft side to them, because he knows they'd take it and run with it. they already had when you'd forced him to say 'i love you' over the phone while they were all around. he'd learned his lesson that day- don't break his guard for you when the members are present.

didn't matter though. he could be as reluctant as possible about expressing his love for you around them, but if his girlfriend said jump, he'd ask how high... as quietly as possible.

siyun let out one of his breathy laughs, you could imagine him precisely- his boxy smile as he turned away flustered, like he always did. "they aren't. I got some alone time while they're out for dinner."

"did your social battery run out? i'm guessing the fan sign thing was exhausting?" you said, smiling to yourself, knowing you were there for the fan call portion of it.

"it was hard...especially when this pretty girl called."

"oh? tell me more. what was she like?" you said, shifting to face the phone.

"prettiest girl I've ever seen. was wearing a top...made her look so good. it was like she knew it'd make me want her."

you laughed. siyun took every chance he had to tell you how good you looked in that shirt every time you wore it. the first time he'd seen you in it, he'd almost forgotten how to speak, watching you with not a thought in his head. "what did the shirt look like? you think it'd look good on me?" you asked.

"you looked so...beautiful today." he said the compliment like he was annunciating a curse word, holding back his feelings to make sure he maintained composure.

your cheeks heated up like they always did whenever he complimented you. "siyun, you broke character." he seemed eager, but once again, you knew he'd be clawing at his skin to get some alone time with you the moment you decided to wear that shirt that had your tits sitting propped up like they were begging him to tear off the gray fabric surrounding them and use them however he wished.

"so...sorry" he sighed deeply. really deeply. you heard shuffling on his end of the phone. didn't take a genius to figure out how much of a toll it took on him to not be able to reach you... to touch you.

"baby?"

"mhm?"

"i missed you. i missed you so much. i miss how you feel." you said. "i think that girl is still wearing that top actually, let me see," you sat up on the bed, propping your phone up in front of you like you were a cam girl, then adjusting your bra straps so that your tits sat well for siyun. you turned on the camera, tilting your head and covering your mouth, suddenly feeling shy.

the sound on his end sounded shaky and your boyfriend let out a low sigh. "please... don't cover your face. you're so...pretty."

you smiled, wanting to cover it up, but remembering to put your hand down.

"keep talking...please."

you looked down at the screen, seeing the way the camera flattered your curves, your thighs cut off the screen right where they flattened out, making you look unbelievable. and you were sure siyun could barely function seeing your boobs, his favorite place to cum when he'd pull out and tittie fuck himself to an orgasm.

you wanted nothing more than to help him feel satisfied. it was the reason you'd made yourself up for him so well, knowing he'd have to keep himself together until later on when he'd be able to tell you all the things he needed to do to you. but he wasn't. he was just begging you to talk...just desperate for tiniest image of you- anything. it was clear he missed you too.

"okay," you'd said, moving your hair to the side, exposing the spot on your neck that he always tended to kiss. your hand ran over your opposite arm, running across your chest like a tease. "you just feel so nice, baby. you're so warm."

"mhmm..." it'd came out like a whimpered sigh as he waited for more. and you could do so much more.

"i miss the way your finger tips feel when they brush across my shoulder when you take my bra straps off." you said. you smiled, thinking about your next move as you slipped your shirt off over your head, slowly, sensually.

you heard siyun curse, "shit..." he said. the shuffling sounds he was making were starting to sound a bit wetter.

you were doing good.

you kept going, moving a bra strap down your shoulder. "you know? like this...except it's so much better when it's you," you said with a slight teasing moan, playing it up for your hyper sexual boyfriend. you slipped the other strap down a bit. "or when you kiss down my back after you undo my bra. it's been a while, but," you said as you unbuckled the back, "you can remember it, right?"

you got back a muffled stutter in response as you let the bra fall down to your lap, covering up your nipples with a wrapped arm. "siyun, baby, i can't hear you. i miss my boyfriend, i wanna hear him." you said.

"i'm- fuck... i'm here. i... ugh i need you on me." he winced out.

poor thing. "i know...you'll just have to imagine me." the noises started to get louder, sloppier. he was headed to a finish quickly with your aid. "remember how it felt when I would hold my tits against you?" you slowly let your boobs completely free, moving your arm for him to see on full display. "or how I'd hold them up for you so you could thrust your dick between them?"

"i'm so fucking close..."

"you're so desperate. i must feel so good around you. you always want to come on my tits too. you'd be fucking leaking by the time you could get a proper thrust out. my chest would be so wet and messy when you were done." you let out an actual moan at the thought, feeling your own wetness start to leak through your panties. right on time too.

your moan made a little groan escape siyun's mouth along with a few curses mixed in with your name as he struggled to speak. the wet sounds of his strokes seemed to crescendo with his sounds.

the music blared, the live band hitting every note as seungmo practically rioted on stage in between him singing his lyrics. rock notes bleeding with a lust for a submissive woman, that's how seungmos songs usually went. they hit all the better as you watched him front row, knowing those lyrics were bleeding for you.

you were hot, and clearly he was too. the arm of his leather jacket was slick from him wiping his sweaty forehead, the fan in front of you hardly making a difference as he thrashed around feeling the sound of the music deeply in his bones. it seemed he was avoiding eye contact with you, moving from each side of the stage so everyone could see him, and not just the people in the middle, where you were. the lights casted shadows on him in a mystical light, making him look like some sort of fallen angel, pulling you in, entrancing you.

it was working. despite you knowing every part of his body, you felt like just another fan, begging him to look at you. he was teasing you at this point, making brief seconds of eye contact with you on the most suggestive lyrics, it'd made your insides turn knowing that he was doing it purposefully. he was pulling you in and then dropping you the second you thought the moment was swelling intimately to just the two of you. And just when you thought he'd stare at you for just a bit longer than the rest of the people there, he'd smile, his contoured cheeks raising in a cheeky little grin, because he knew he had you right where he wanted.

it wasn't until his break right before the final song that he finally gave you something. the crowd had screamed for him after the previous song had ended, and you had clapped quietly, begging for his attention subtly. you watched him intently, following his gaze everywhere he looked. he heaved out breaths, sucking in air by the ton. he looked down, just in front of you, at the water next to the basically useless fan. with sweat rolling down every inch of his body, he walked forward and bent down to grab his water. the light caught his face so perfectly, illuminating every high point, contrasting every low point as the wind blew his hair back from his face- no wonder it felt like he didn't belong to you, no one could ever lay claim to such a beauty.

but then he took his dangling mic firmly into his hands, breaths still shallow and quick in his chest. "this last one is for my lovely...girls" he said, looking right past you despite his crotch being eye level with you. you felt so stupid, your eyes waiting for him to look at you, you were already in his peripherals, all he had to do was look. at. you. "you'll love this one." he said, his eyes scanning the crowd. you could see his cheeks starting to form into a smile. your stomach was in knots as his eyes finally fell to yours.

he didn't move, didn't look away as the sweat rolled down his face, the heat radiating off of his close body made you feel even warmer, squeamish under his gaze. he extended his hand to your chin, lifted it up so your eyes were on him as a curious hush captured the crowd. he moved closer, a droplet of his sweat dangling from the height of his nose, threatening to fall on you like a raindrop from the heavens. he was so close to kissing you, his lips parted like he was going to take yours in. "you'll love it, won't you?" he said as his smile grew bigger, and the droplet fell off onto your face, a gift for being patient. he took his hand back like a snatch of his grace, standing as the crowd erupted into cheers, everyone feeling like the moment was their own. the music queued up, causing the crowd to go into a deafening roar. he jumped around, hyping himself back up into the groove of the music and it seemed once again that you could never claim him, but one thing was for certain-

he absolutely owned you.

"did you like the set?" seungmo had said, brushing past you after he saw you standing in his dressing room. he was ignoring you again. now wasn't the time to do that though; the heat, his captivating attractiveness, the swell of the music, his teasing- it'd left a horrific build in your stomach that you needed him to release.

"yes, i did," you watched him pull off his jacket and almost collapse against the wall, his exasperation reminiscent of how breathless he'd look after he'd taken away your ability to walk. you wanted him so bad as he tilted his head back catching in some air with not a care in the world.

he groaned. "fuck. i'm so tired." he opened his eyes, looking at you half lidded. his eyes did a round on your body, taking in your outfit... you hoped you were as easy to undress in his mind as he was in yours. he didn't say anything, just stood back up and went to his mirror, started picking his hair and shaking is head so his strands would fall into position, his veiny forearm on display as he held his weight up on the desk.

"seungmo. you did good..." you said quietly.

he didn't look at you, didn't react, just flatly said, "really?"

"yes. you looked really good too." you knew your statements weren't enough to let him know that you wanted him. he'd make you beg if possible, but he just was not looking at you.

"thanks," he said, with a sigh. he purposefully let the air be silent, let it's weight hold your thoughts captive. he was such a dick...

you liked that.

but how were you supposed to get him to take you couldn't hold his attention. "seungmo."

"what?" he raised up, patted his pants, looking for something. distracted.

"seungmo can you look at me?" you said, once again, quiet.

"sorry, I just- where did I put my phone?" he said, once again a reason to not look at you.

"seungmo..." you said, and your voice accidentally whined a bit. that stopped him. he turned to look at you.

"what do you need?" seungmo couldn't hold back his little smile. he knew. he always knows.

you tried to put base back into your voice. "I want you to look at me."

"i'm looking," he said, his gaze intentional, strongly placed at your lips as he continued to try to hide his growing smile.

"you weren't looking at me the whole show. i want your attention." you said, your voice threatening to give way to how pathetic you felt.

"you want my attention? i have things to do..." he started to walk past you, brushing past as he placed a hand on the small of your back to move you out of the way.

you caught his hand before he could fully grab onto the door. your hand traveled up his arm slowly, a little bolder than usual. "please? I'll make it worthwhile," you said, your voice was so weak. that's what he wanted anyway, and he always knew how to get you the way he wanted.

he turned around to face you, his hand fiddling behind himself until you heard the door lock. your heart jumped a bit, your stomach twisting. he had you-

and maybe you had him a bit too.

he wrapped a hand behind your back, pulled you up closer toward him. his eyes were on you now, looking at every bit of you. then his hand snaked up to your shoulders, and pushed down, and you knew to lower down to your knees. you looked down at his growth in his pants, pushing a print against the fabric. and then there were his fingers again, rested gently beneath your chin and pulling you up to look at him.

but this time he gave you a kiss, and pulled away. he unbuckled his belt like confirmation, unzipped his jeans after. you looked down to see it unveiled, but he sucked his teeth, drawing your attention. he pushed his fingers back through your hair, grabbing a good chunk of it for control. he slightly pulled, tilting your head up back where he wanted you- watching him. it was a familiar angle, seeing him smile down at you like that.

“so, you’re losing right now?” you asked cheekily from behind kyrell. his headset was sloppily placed on his head, one ear out so he could hear you, one ear in for his friends to hear him make stupid calls.

‘they’re on me!!

‘two guys spraying on my back!

‘i’m getting fisted right now bro.’

you had made fun of him for how insane it sounded, and he’d indulged in saying increasingly more vulgar phrases every time he had an encounter in his game.

‘suck my dick bitch!

‘yeah im fuckin this guy sideways’

he would turn to you with a sly smile to make sure you were listening to him and you’d giggle, kicking your feet while laying on your stomach in his bed.

“no, i’m not losing what makes you think that?” kyrell lied.

“i don’t know…looks like you’re getting sent back to lobby a lot biggest bro,” you laughed.

you heard ‘oooooooooh’s’ lowly through the headset, his friends poking fun of him for you calling him out.

“guys shut up,” kyrell groaned, sliding off his headset and setting it on the desk with a small clatter. you sat up on his bed, creeping up behind him. his hair was messy from the headset, sprawling his hair so blissfully, making him look…

you were ovulating surely. its probably why every time he called out something vulgar, your stomach twisted, putting a little ball in your gut. every time his lowered raspy voice said something harsh to a bad player, you squeezed your legs together…eager.

you stepped off the end of the bed and walked around to the side of kyrell’s gaming chair, looming over his sitting figure. he had his head back, his hair falling from his face and he rubbed his forehead out of annoyance with his eyes closed. he opened them when he felt your presence and instantly smiled at the visual of you.

he looked so…

“what,” he said, his dimple on display.

“nothing… just you look…frustrated.”

“what? no i don’t. it’s fine.” he said shrugging his shoulders lightheartedly. he went to pick up his headset again, but you placed your hand over his before he could reach it.

“yes. you do,” you said with a sly look and a smile, a unique one that let him know he needed to listen to you. he sat back against his seat and you slickly muted the mic.

arms draped around his neck like a halter, you slipped comfortable into a straddle on his lap.

“what?” he said with that calm raspy voice and smile that almost made him look high as his gaze lazily focused on you.

“nothing. just wanna cheer you up while you play.” you said. his eyes faltered down to your lips, making him look even more entrancing.

“oh?” he said, picking up quickly what you were putting down. you nodded, pecking his lips. then you moved in for more, a connective locking of your lips, his soft against yours, his eyes closed with enjoyment. his hands moved toward your ass, holding you up firmly against him as you kissed. you pulled away, leaving him looking up at you confused. you handed him his headset. he unmuted the mic.

“hold on guys, my girlfriend needs me for something,” he said, trying to keep his voice normal- it was barely working. you shook your head at him silently.

“no, keep playing. queue up again, i wanna watch another round. i wanna hear you play,” you said. you said it lightly but he knew it was basically an order. he nodded.

“okay. ready up,” kyrell said almost challengingly into the mic. he turned the volume down like his mates were a second thought and lifted the mic back so it wasn’t in front of his lips. you smiled and you went back down to his neck, kissing and suckling as quietly at you could, and he tried his hardest to hold his breath, steady himself from heaving.

“yeah, drop us wherever,” kyrell murmured. you were sure his friends couldn’t even hear him- you were even more sure that he didn’t care. you were confused as to how he could even see anything with how lowly fluttered his eyes were as you kissed up his face and neck and touched the tough muscles of his chest that oozed the results of hard discipline. you grind against him feeling him start to grow hardened…and he really was a grower. he felt nice against you as he held onto you. but you slipped away from his grasp and lowered to the area beneath his desk as he continued to ‘play’.

you padded his sweats, feeling for him as you watched his face. kyrell didn’t object, spreading his legs wider for you to access him fully. you smiled while your hand massaged him, kyrell huffing out a stifled breath as you did. your finger tips found his waistband, desperate as he lifted his hips for you to just barely slide his pants down for access. he wasn’t wearing underwear- making things perfectly easier.

he sprung up as soon as he was freed. he was hardly talking, probably infuriating his friends because it seemed like he wasn’t moving much at all based on his lack of controller movements. “how are you doing?” you said cheekily as you placed his length into your hands.

“I’m doing-“ he started, but ended his sentences in an empty breath as you took him into your mouth.

you popped him out. “how are you doing? you seem distracted” you said with a laugh. you licked up his shaft, drawing a long line of spit that you circled at the tip.

“I’m…fuck…I’m doing fine.” he said, a struggle. the jumbled up sounds of voices coming from his head phones seemed to be confused…wondering where kyrell was and if he was okay.

“really?” you said, licking your hand promptly before pumping his slowly.

“mm…mmhmm.” he breathed out.

“yeah…that’s good,” you said. you licked around his length some more, feeling his veins tighten up, his salty pre-cum providing more lubricant for you to slide around his dick with ease. “do you think you’ll win?” you said. he couldn’t even answer as he fought to focus on his screen and keep his character moving, his lips slightly parted in winced breaths. you popped him into your mouth once more, bobbing up and down, trying not to be to loud with your suction noises. one of his hands dropped from the controller and moved to your shoulder and slid to your neck, guiding you as if you were the new controller. he sighed lowly.

“you’re doing good. what’s wrong?” you teased after slipping him out of your mouth with a long connective line of spit between your lips and his tip. you circled your thumb around him to grab it for more lubrication. “keep playing, you got it,” you ordered as he started to draw stiffened. his eyebrows frowned down at you, his head tilted as he admired you. his sigh vocalized into a rasped groan, drawn out as he twitched in your hand.

he peered down at you, a silent plea as he reached for his headset. you laughed watching him reach for the mute button. “oh baby,” he finally let out, sighing.

“couldn’t stay quiet, could you?” you asked before taking him back into your mouth. mixing up your pumps and bobbing, you worked yourself into a good rhythm, feeling his muscles tense and relax to fight off his orgasm but it proved useless. his head rolled back moving against the headrest of the chair as your mouth worked perfectly around him.

“babe… you’re- fuck. im gonna…cum. shit.” he said in sparse breaths.

“let me see it then,” you said pumping him against your chest. kyrell groaned lowly, his cock twitching more and more before going stiff-

spurts of white rope painted your chest as he huffed out breaths. you sucked the tip a bit more drawing out the last bits as you slowed your pumping.

his breathing slowed as his eyes opened up to you, covered in his white seed, proudly looking up at him and your work. his smiley dimples showed again until he looked up at his controller and headset sloppily laid out on his thigh and head. “oh!” he quickly grabbed his controller to move his idle character and turned up his volume. “hello?” no answer on the other line. he turned on his mic. “ahem- hello?”

“bro, what the hell. we’re all dead. go revive us bro. where the fuck were you?”

you laughed hearing the muffled anger of his friends. he watched you, a smile growing on his own face. you stood up and leaned your tits down for him to see and took his mic.

“sorry, he’s gotta go” you said, feeling his hand pull you by the waist.

bar. music blaring but sounding hushed compared to the jumbled up noises of everyone speaking to their dates, friends, hookups… exes.

mackiah was always the extroverted type, talking to anyone, making friends with any stranger. he was so attractive in that sense- it’s actually how he’d pulled you in a year ago. but work had taken over and now he was a big time idol with no time for you. you’d reluctantly broken up with him a few weeks ago, still chatting with him every once in a while because you couldn’t let go of him.

you’d gone to the bar you’d met him in, half hoping you did and didn’t see him. he was never harsh on the eyes, but it packed a punch to know he wasn’t yours anymore.

and against half of your wishes, he was still just as beautiful as the last time you’d seen him as he joked with his friends as they entered the bar. his big beautiful eyes had almost caught yours instantly when he scanned the bars center wall, full of beverages, spotting you sitting pathetically alone at one of the stools. you awkward smiled, not knowing what else to do before you turned around quickly to play with your empty phone. it was so embarrassing- you looked like a divorced man drinking alone. you were supposed to be a young hot bachelorette having the time of her life during her exchange program in Korea but no…no you just looked like a loser pleading for her ex.

“hey!” you looked up, turning to see mackiah in all of his glory standing closely beside you, like it wasnt dangerous for him to be so close that you could smell his cologne. he always smelled so good.

“hi! what are you doing here?” it was a stupid question- he introduced you to this bar, and it was a saturday night. you fake smile quickly anyway, hiding your embarrassment. you were a loser in front of your ridiculously attractive ex who was there with his other ridiculously attractive friends.

“i’m just here with a couple of the boys. ditched ‘em to come check up on you though. it’s nice to see you ba- man. bro. sorry, still adjusting.” he laughed, relaxing his weight on the bar countertops with his muscular forearms. the cool lighting lit up his side profile just perfectly as he turned to you, his smile radiant. you looked away to hold back a grin. “you look good,” he said, making you turn back around. “who’d you come with?” he asked boldly.

“uh…” you scoffed at yourself. “um, no one. just came to get my favorite drink!” you said with a grimace as you pushed your empty glass.

“that’s no way to spend a saturday night, man.” mackiah smiled, then nodded at the bartender to order. “can i get a sex on the beach? with ice?”

“oh mackiah, you don’t have to,” you started.

“la-la-la, i’m not listening. come hang out with us. kam and ky came. they missed you.” mackiah’s eyes fell down your body as he awaited your answer, quickly, but obviously.

you ran your tongue against your teeth, thinking. “i missed them too, i just…isn’t that gonna be awkward…?”

“nah, they could never hate you.”

“could you?” you smiled.

he smiled, extending his hand to help you off of your seat. he thanked the bartender, placing cash down and grabbing your glass when he slid it over. he led you to the table, reintroducing you with almost a sense of pride.

you fell into your regular habits of joking with mackiah and his friends that you knew and laughing until it felt like an ab workout from his stupid jokes. he bought your drinks, ordered you snacks to make sure the drinks didn’t hit your stomach too hard. he was the same angel that it killed you to let go of a couple of weeks ago. he was so refreshing to have around, like a walking energy drink.

he took you home when the night got late, walking you back to your apartment to ‘keep you safe’ as he’d said.

“do you need me to call you an uber or anything?” you’d said as you relaxed on the couch.

“bro i thought you were enjoying my company,” he laughed.

“i am? what do you mean?” you’d sat up confused.

“you literally just told me to call my uber bruh.”

you rolled your eyes, chuckling. “whatever. come here. i missed you,” you patted the empty couch beside you, laying back as you relaxed your body to the fullest extent, feeling like jelly. apparently, the couple of drinks had calmed your anxieties of seeing him.

mackiah frowned at the scenery of you sprawled, not waiting to come over to you. upon him sitting down you leaned your head on his strongly formed shoulders. you sighed out into the silence, cuddling in.

“is it okay if i said i missed you too or was that the alcohol talking when you said that?” his voice was low, lower than usual. his regular voice put butterflies in your stomach already, but when he spoke like that…

he used to do it when he was having a mature moment of honesty which was rare considering his energetic happy-go-lucky persona. he’d done it when you discussed taking a “break”- and here he was doing it again.

“not the alcohol for me. is it the alcohol for you?” a simple honest question you asked.

“i’m a big boy i can handle my drinks,” he’d responded.

your eyes focused on the visuals of his legs next to yours, like old times when you’d attend parties together. “i really really missed you. i missed us sitting like this. i missed your smell-”

“i have a smell?”

“yes.” you smiled to yourself, inhaling it a bit.

“i hope its a good smell because im always sweaty.” he laughed.

you sat up and touched his chest, turning your body to him. “you’re not sweaty right now. you smell like your cologne still.” you leaned into the curve of his neck and shoulder, smelling deeply as he naturally angled his chin toward you for better access. “its like an animalistic musk of clean skin, I don’t know.” you said, getting nervous at the scent of him and how easily he’d opened up for you. like old times- like he would right before he’d enchant you and give you the night of your life… you sat back down fully, turning away from him as you chuckled nervously. he raised an eyebrow at you moving away.

“animalistic musk? big word,” he said with a sly smile.

“big word for a big boy,” you said back. “sorry,” you laughed as you looked at his big endearing eyes, falling down the length of your figure.

“what are you sorry for? come back,” he said, a strong arm going beneath your back and around your waist, and pulling you into him. you yelped playfully.

“i got too close to you,” you said.

“you act like you’re edward from twilight dude. ‘i got too close to you mackiah!’” he mocked in a frilly voice.

“mackiah…” you rolled your eyes and he chuckled briefly. “i mean that…i missed you. really badly. but we broke up and…that fact blurred a little bit when i got close to you.”

“you just said you poetically got lost in the mackiah sauce.”

you exhaled heavily, a sigh as your smile faltered. “yeah,” you said, your sight line weakening from his direction.

mackiah tilted his head, looking at you, reading you. “do you mean it?”

you looked at his lips, hoping they’d make yours work and tell him how much you did.

he took your hand, raising his arm in front of you to make you stand, then he placed you right in front of him so that you were towering over his sitting self on the couch. he spread his legs and patted his lap, a signal for you to sit.

your legs straddle his, your weight relaxed on his lap as you draped your arms around his supportive shoulders.

he looked up to you like he had the universe in his big dark eyes, taking in a deep inhale. “its been three weeks…felt like eternity.” and as his fingers crawled up your thigh gently and started drawing light lines across it, his usually playful eyes flickered to a serious lustful low stare at your lips. mackiah looked up to your eyes, his eyebrows scrunching together as a plead for permission.

he knew the answer.

fingers scrunched throughout his hair, you held onto him as tightly as you could and he kissed the skin of your neck, your collarbone and returned back to your lips every time he missed them.

his slender long fingers massaged your clothed clit underneath your dress, occasionally moving to your inner thigh to grope it.

your lips moved against his, hungry and never wanting to experience the restriction of being away from them ever again. moaning as his fingers circled your sweet spot between your legs, you ground down against them, craving more. mackiah was typically never quiet during these moments, teasing you, asking you how well you liked it, he hardly ever shut up at any time. but the way he moved his body against yours, you could tell he savored the moment more than usual.

his fingers slipped your panties to the side, a move he could never forget even if he tried- controlled, strong, but effortless. you could hear his zipper come undone as you leaned into his neck, sucking the skin, tasting the salty remnants of sweat and smelling his fading cologne like it was a drug. he held your ass cheek pulling it to make space for his dick. he pumped it a few times, his eyes never leaving your body until he slipped it into you with a satisfied gasp from you. your arms wrapped around him like a hug as your body adjusted to his warm familiarity. mackiah held your waist, moving you up so he could set his pace. “missed how pretty you look like this,” he said, his voice low, accent almost undetectable.

you smiled, then your jaw fell slack as he started to move in and out of you. gasps and whimpers fell out of your mouth, groans out of his. “damn” he said softly frowning at how your core pulled him in like suction. he held onto you so well, even as your cunt tensed around him, every inch of you craving him and knowing how much you’d missed him. he’d started to speed up, fucking you at a quickened pace as you bounced into it. every time, his tip would push into the right spot- like he’d mastered before. he’d twitched inside of you before you’d even felt the knot in your stomach fully form. “fuck…i missed you,” he’d groaned.

but he knew your body like the lyrics to his own songs. “come here, babe” he lifted you off of him with a squelching sound that made him scrunch up his face in a laugh. he planted you back on the couch, sat against the cushions, legs spread for his access.

more kisses- lips, breasts, nipples, a trail down your stomach mixed with licks, down to your thighs, slick with your juices. he smiled.

mackiah loved food, loved eating, and he treated your cunt like a meal to satiate his black hole of a stomach. he kissed your cunt, exaggerating the suck of the kiss, and made you yelp. he smiled more before he went to gather the glistening liquid almost oozing from you with his fingers. “fuck…you’re like shining” he said, a reflection bright in his eyes as he moved two fingers into you, licking a teaser onto your clit.

you hummed, almost a whimper as he curled his fingers toward himself inside of you. “ooh, mack-” you could hardly get his named out as he pumped his fingers against your walls. his tongue came toward your clit, circling then sucking down against it- a wonderful burst of excitement and stimulation- and once again your hands were in his hair and then holding onto his muscular shoulders. “kiah,” you sighed in relief of how he worked a knot into you just so he could make it come undone. his tongue went flat against you, taking time as his fingers continued to come in and out of you like he was savoring a meal. mackiah moved closer, his pointed nose brushing against your core as he nodded his face on your sweet cunt. he could feel as your cunt started to pulse around his fingers, clenching with every breath and contraction of your stomach.

he took it as a signal, almost snatching you by the legs as he pulled you to the edge of the couch. he stood up. taking a bit of your wetness and slicking it back across his cock, and slipped back into you effortlessly, drawing a moan and groan from both of you. “babe,” he started. he’d talk you to the edge if he could- like before- but his body missed you too much. his head fell between his shoulder blades, tossed back in pleasure as he guided your hips down his length, bottoming out against you. he moved one of his hands from your legs down to press on your stomach, his veiny forearm flexed against your lower belly.

you felt sensitive, his repetitive pounding into you driving you crazy, making you reach for his shoulders for support as your nails dug in his skin at your failed attempts. you could feel his cock brushing against your g-spot and you grasped at the cushions behind you, calling out his name. “mackiah…” you exhaled a breath of release.

he smiled down at your cunt as he moved in and out of you, your walls closing around on him. “yeah?” he said, a tease to you while you huffed for air. he groaned deeply as you gasped in empty breaths, your jaw slack.

“what’d you want?” he teased again.

you rolled out a hum at an attempt to say his name, “mmmm-”. you were two seconds from coming undone, and by the looks of him- glowing with a thin layer of sweat, muscles contracting, twitching inside you- so was he.

“kiah, fuck…I’m gonna…” you were practically writhing beneath him, twisting around. his edging of you had given him strength to wear you down, but he was surely starting to go sloppy with his thrusts.

he leaned into your ear, “what are you gonna do?” he said, hissing through his teeth.

“im gonna cum, mfghm- fuck!” you moaned out.

“yeah, there you go,” he groaned, his voice guttural, his accent almost undetectable.

he thrusted into you harshly- struggling to keep his hand pressed down on you while the sound of you moaning like a crazy woman drove him over the edge. you clenched around him, your muscles contracting, pulsating like life through the feeling of him, releasing fluids on his cock that made his thrust even sloppier.

it was almost a growl he let out- half of a curse before he pulled out, stroking himself to release on your stomach. his breath quickened as the ropes of white semen splattered across your skin like confetti as a celebration for how well you took him.

he sighed deeply like he’d reached the peak of relaxation.

like he’d let out air after holding his breath for days.

and maybe being away from you for so long was exactly that.

Siyun was always a bit quiet but not this day. His pretty woman had come home looking flushed, disheveled and exhausted, much like you would after a night of fun.

His sweet eyes had perked up upon seeing you come home, a demeanor no one ever got to observe other than his queen.

“baby… i missed you,” he’d said, meeting you at the door as you took off your shoes.

“not right now. i’m sorry, i’m tired. i, like, need to unwind a bit.” You’d said, watching his face droop, his ethereal beauty mark lowering with his confidence. “i love you. just, give me a second.”You collapsed on the couch.

He’d followed you like a pathetic, mystical, ghostly shadow and sat down as close to you as possible without saying a word. He watched the quiet TV in front of you, acting like he does around everyone else: closed off, reserved and nonchalant. Siyun was so pretty sitting beside you silently like he didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you, but he couldn’t pull away from you as much as you cracked his tough exterior.

“siyun?” You’d said.

He perked up again, turning to you. “i love you.”

You’d laughed at his random outburst as his smile grew watching yours. “okay! i know. i love you too…” you giggled. He watched your lips, not saying anything, oozing a yearning for you without a single verbal cue. No wonder he was so clingy, like a hungry stray. He’d missed you…in your favorite way.

You relaxed your head back onto the couch. “i had such a hard day at work today.”

“i’m so sorry, my love.” He leaned in, turning to you, his eyes darting around your face. For someone like him, his little bodily cues were him screaming for you to take him, but he would never say that. You had to take charge, as always- as he liked it.

“i was so stressed…i was thinking of you though.” You said, raising up, tilting your head up to make eye contact with him. He was putty for you, his head moving every direction that you turned so that your attention was on him at all times in some sort of way.

He was so close to you, as close as allowed for a casual conversation. “i was thinking of you too. i missed you so much… i always miss you.” He’d said, looking at your lips, silently pleading for you to move in. You smiled looking at his lips back.

“did you?” Your hand cupped his cheek. He was looking down at you but he might as well have been kneeled in front of you with how pathetically his pretty eyes awaited your command. You kissed him quickly and he’d fought to keep himself from melting into your grasp.

You’d brushed a piece of his grown-out black hair away from his face, watching as he followed your gaze like a dog to a treat. “i had an awfully long day. help me unwind?” You asked, your eyes furrowed like you were pouting in contrast to your devious smile. He nodded.

“of course, my love. anything.”

He took his time- well he did the best that he could to do so- but your couple of minutes of slow talk had him clawing at his clothes to get them off of himself. You’d found yourself straddling him in nothing but your bra, sucking on his skin to leave the marks he wears like a badge of honor when he’s allowed.

Claimed. Yours.

“fuck…” he frowned, his lips tucked as he took in the sight of you, tossing his head back.

“i know, baby. you have to be quiet though, it’s late.” You said, grinding against his crotch, knowing he couldn’t be his usually quiet self under your grasp.

When you’d finally put his cutely curved dick, that was oozing with pre-cum, inside of you, he had instinctively moved his hands to your waist to brace himself, whimpering under the limits of his closed mouth. He breathed out heavily, trying to follow what you said.

You’d moved his hands off of you. “did I say you could do that, baby?” You asked, grinding against him, driving out empty moans from his mouth. He shook his head, not being able to speak. “tell me.” You hummed out softly, slowing down so he could gather his thoughts.

“i’m sorry.” He gargled out.

You smiled, getting a gradual bounce started. His hands reached for you but he’d caught himself, throwing his head back as your walls clenched around his length, enveloping him, intoxicating him. “good boy,” you said, drawing strangled whimpers from him as you bounced up and down.

He’d came quickly after a bit. But you weren’t done, not fully unwound yet. You’d let him hold your hand as you found yourself drawing close. He was milked, but still hard inside of you as your continuous pace overstimulated his sensitive cock.

“shit…fu-ck…” he’d whined, almost singing it in his honey tone throughout the walls of your apartment. You’d laughed, half-moaning as you covered his mouth, leaning your head against his neck and shoulder, right where a hickey was sure to take place the next day. His moans were muffled as he’d practically whisper-screamed your name under your hand. You could feel him twitch inside of you, your cunt baring down on him as you made his cock hit the perfect spot. You moaned his name, breathless.

“you’re doing so good,” you hummed into his ear. He nodded vigorously under your grasp, his eyelids tightened as he held back tears and yells.

“how do I feel?” You asked, a struggle as your high grew ever closer, and you cautiously moved your hand down, freeing his pretty pink lips. You’d cursed out his name under your breath.

“so…fucking…good,” he winced out.

The knot in your lower stomach untwisted at his pitiful voice that hissed with the plea of mercy.

His fluids mixing with yours, undone, unwound in each other’s grasps; the sounds of you not saving your breath as you orgasmed together.

His sweet fingers found yours- something he didn’t need permission to do. You kissed his blushed cheek.

Your good boy, holding so strong for you to feel better. As he looked up at you, his eyes caught the lighting of the room like stars in his onyx eyes, his face flushed, disheveled and exhausted-

The suite was silent with nothing but the running air, electricity and the occasional sounds of someone’s mistress getting fucked to break the quietness. And you, once again, were alone. Brian was running late from rehearsals which meant you were sitting in a hotel suite in a busy bustling city completely by yourself.

It was times like these that made you feel like nothing more than one of those loud ass mistresses. They yelled out the name of a cheater where no one important could hear because it was the only way they could claim someone and feel claimed- they weren’t. You hardly felt that you were anything more. You were bound to hidden hotel nights, faceless pictures and censored eyes all because you decided to fall in love with Brian Ho.

The door across from the bed you were sitting on jingled until it opened up, revealing your boyfriend- exhausted, face flushed, and hair askew- before he walked in and gently closed the door behind himself.

Speak of the devil…

“Hey, Babe” He said softly, trying to sense out just how angry you were. Unfortunately for him, you were very angry. It’s not like it was his fault though- that he was an idol and that revealing you could potentially put both of you in danger. He also had no control over how long a practice would hold him up. That fact made you even more angry because you technically shouldn’t be upset- couldn’t be upset. You were living the dream of many people around the globe who would easily kill you to have it. But it didn’t feel like it. Being sworn to secrecy over a love you’d happily proclaim as loudly as possible on the mountain tops felt more like a nightmare if anything.

You sighed out a long breath of held air. “Hi,” you said flatly. You can’t be upset, it’s not his fault. He’s tired and he made the effort to still come here. “How was practice?” You said trying to perk up, but your hunched over posture made you look like a wilted flower attempting to salute. You felt pathetic.

Brian’s face was pitiful, his eyebrows threaded together, his eyes squinted in empathy. “It was fine,” he said as he dropped his bags and slipped off his shoes then plopped onto the bed beside you, sprawling his lengthy body over the sheets. He lifted his hand up to your sat figure and stroked your face. “I’m so sorry, practice ran later than expected.”

Heard that one before.

“It’s…fine.”

Fine, fine. Everything is so fine isn’t it?

Brian pushed his weight up to sit up next to you and gave you a soft kiss on your cheek. You kept your eyes down at your dangling legs, avoiding his eyes. It would’ve just pissed you off even more, knowing you can’t be mad, but every ounce of you wanted to scream at him for something he had no control over. You faked a slight smile as you turned to him. “I missed you,” you said defeatedly. It was true, even with him rubbing his skin against you every time he moved from how close you were; you still missed him.

“I missed you too…” he said looking down at your lips. He moved in to kiss them, giving you a short peck then moving in for more. His hand snaked around your neck-

You knew what he wanted. You pushed his hand down, standing up suddenly. His eyes followed you confused. “I’m a bit tired. I’m just gonna go shower,” you said with a soft smile and with that you were moving to the bathroom.

Your clothes were falling to the floor an item at a time when you noticed Brian had followed you, his tall body leaning against the framing of the door; you ignored him and pulled your hair away. You turned the water on, let it run for a bit in silence.

“What’s the matter?” Brian asked softly.

You held a sharp breath, wanting to scream, and stepped into the shower. You released your air in a deep sigh, “Nothing, Brian.”

He moved to the mirror, examining himself while you turned away to face the shower head. “Baby, please. What’s wrong? Whatever it is, I’m sorry.”

Of course he’d apologize, not even knowing if he did something to begin with. He was so sweet, he didn’t deserve your little attitude, but your feelings were unwavering. You felt the anger and the disappointment so deeply and yet you knew it wasn’t warranted. Yes, you had the right to feel each emotion you had but not at the cost of Brian. Your cheeks felt wet. Maybe it was the running water and maybe it wasn’t. “Don’t apologize, love. It’s really- fuck. It’s really stupid. I’m sorry,” you said, bowing your head to let the water run down your face freely. A sniffle escaped you.

“Can I…come in?” Brian asked quietly. You nodded at first then said yes, barely above a whisper when you realized he couldn’t see you through the clouded glass of the shower.

“Whatever it is, I promise we can work it out,” he said, the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor mixing with that of the running water. You were silent, figuring out your next words as you watched the water trickle down your skin. First, you heard the shower door open, then you felt him against you. His big hand wrapped around your waist then turned you, pulling you to face him. Brian lifted up your chin and brushed the water from your face, stroking your jaw with his thumb. “Tell me,” he begged, searching for an answer within your eyes.

His look was enchanting, imploring you to come undone with everything you’ve ever hoped for, dreamt of, and worried about. But it plagued you to think that maybe that’s just how he was- not just for you. Your lips parted. “Brian…I want you.”

He shook his head, confused at your words. “You have me? You’re always free to do whatever you want with me and to me.” He chuckled slightly, trying to ease your nerves but you didn’t crack so much as a pity smirk.

“It doesn’t feel like it.” Your voice felt frilly, barely grounded as you admitted it out loud for the first time. You could swear you could visibly see Brian’s heart drop like he’d heard the worst news ever when he recognized what you meant. One breath between you before he pulled you in to a deep hug. His body was tensed up muscle, and his wet skin smushed against yours- as raw as two humans could be together. It was instinctive and a move done with urgency that made it seem like he thought it could reverse time and stop you from ever having a thought like that cross your mind. He didn’t know what to say, he just knew to hold you and close any space between you, both physically and metaphorically. He wanted it gone. And to be fair, you didn’t know what to say as much as he didn’t. You didn’t know what you wanted him to do either. He couldn’t quit his job and run away with you or denounce every fan or even announce you. It was a hopeless cause and Brian was so…perfect.

He was so pretty, so kind, and he would rather hurt himself than hurt you. You didn’t cry as you blankly watched the wall, you just hugged him back, a silent cry of helplessness. There’s nothing he can do. There’s nothing you can do. This was just life. You finally decided to break the seemingly muffled sound of the running water. “You…it’s not your fault, Brian. This is your dream. I just miss you always. I feel so gross and jealous and, I don’t know.” You did know. Worthless. “Undeserving. I can’t be mad. I just love you more than our life will permit. I love you so much that it feels like you aren’t mine- not the way that I’m yours.”

His embrace deepened with the cut of your words. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to mess up anything.” You said, your voice weak from holding strong through the all-too-familiar lump in your throat. Then, again you were just two naked bodies, intertwined, unrelenting but stiff in the water. It almost seemed like Brian would never let you go.

Then he finally lifted his head up from being drooped behind you. “You have every claim to me, every right of me, and every right to be angry. I just want you to…I just want you too. I don’t know what to do,” he said, his eyes heavy with every stage of grief at once. He didn’t need to grieve- you could never let him go- he just needed to be here and be yours.

“I don’t know either. I just love you.”

“Then, maybe I need to let you know that I’m yours better. I don’t know how. But I do know that I’m not anything special or anything beyond you. It’s just us and you’re always here for that. I want you to know I am here for us too. Whatever you need, use me so that you know that this is what’s special to me. You are what’s special to me.” The water blurred Brian’s face, but it didn’t hide the emotions welling in his eyes. Your poor pretty boy. You felt everything he said like a stab in your stomach, a pit welling in your stomach as you watched him confess a clouded truth to you.

You kissed his lips, deep and unexpected, but reciprocated. He was butter beneath your touch, melting mindlessly into your kiss and in an instant his arms were around you, chaining you to the rhythm of your bodies. Once again, you’re slaves to instinct- any time you didn’t know what to say or what to do, you found yourself in between each other like your bodies knew the innate love you shared deeper and quicker than your brain could process. Your bodies called to each other, ached from the pit of your core, and oozed out with each pump of your heart.

You only broke the link for air, which hardly seemed like more of a necessity than to be against Brian and you knew that it was the same for him too. He moved his kisses down your wet body to your shoulders, the contrasting temperature of water, air, and his body’s heat creating an electric current across your skin. “You tell me when it feels like I’m only yours,” he said in between sucks to your skin. Then his mouth was on your chest, circling your nipple and sucking the skin in a way that would surely leave a hickey by morning. He made his way down your body and pulled you in every time you slipped too far away for his liking. His hair scuffed with your fingers riddled throughout it, holding onto him out of pleasure, desperation, and fear. Anticipation worked its way into your bones with chills and goosebumps combating for charge over your body. You sighed heavily into the warmth of Brian’s loving lips against your inner thigh. His fingers worked expertly as he was massaging your thighs, kneading your ass, pressing his hands into your cheeks so he can lick and kiss you closer and closer to your cunt.

“Can you open up for me, baby?” He asked, his eyes pretty as they looked up at you through your tits for permission. You nodded, splitting your legs apart so he could move between them.

Brian kissed your folds, the slight puffs of air brushing against your sensitive and eager area as he moved further in.

The first lick was heaven, the next was even more. Head tossed back, lip bitten, and your hands found their way behind his neck, holding on for support. “Fuck,” you whispered. Brian’s big hand snaked up your torso, and gripped your breast while his other hand pressed against your back so that you were only his to tongue-fuck. Your juices ran out of your hole wildly with Brian’s tongue circling your clit and sucking every place he knew felt good for you. His hand pressed into your boob, then moved it around like a stress ball to keep himself from getting too lost within you. You groaned, trying your hardest not to shout like one of those throw away mistresses. He was yours, wasn’t he? Couldn’t you take ownership? Your eyes shut tight, fighting off second thoughts and relishing the feeling of his mouth against your cunt. Your fingers were in his hair, pulling for support, winces and breathless moans flying from you before you could realize it. He sucked against your clit, making you instinctively tug his strands slightly, drawing a slight groan from Brian that made you even wetter.

He could tell you were starting to get close- your sounds were getting louder despite your wishes and you were flooding around his mouth. He knew you, he knew you could easily unfold over his expert tongue- he knew you. Maybe it was the feeling of him blurring your brain but your feelings earlier felt so stupid. You had the body that he’d studied, teased against and tested to see what made you feel right. No one else saw this side of him- how kind his eyes were every time he softly asked if he could make love to you, how gently he choked you because you asked for it, even though he hated the thought of potentially hurting you too badly, how he had tapped you when you’d first offered up the idea of spanking, how he took his time making sure you felt every thing deeply- it was only you. It was just for you.

But Brian gave you one more suck to your clit that made you yelp, then he backed away, sealing it with a kiss above your pelvis, just below the bottom of your belly. He raised to his feet, revealing how sprung he was- his impressive cock was hardened, probably from feeling you unwind with every flick and twist of his tongue. Every time you felt good, he felt good. His hands were around your waist again and then he was flipping you around, pushing you against the shower wall with your hand as a brace and support against it. He leaned over your angled back, kissing the space between your neck and shoulder before he straightened back up. You felt him press his dick against your ass, followed by a painfully good slap.

“You’re so beautiful,” Brian said as he gripped your free hand. “Shoot, I didn’t bring a condom in here,” he said acting like it’s a hinderance. He knew you didn’t care, you were on birth control. You were sure he just wanted to hear you plead for him.

“Brian, please…I need you,” you said, angling your neck so you could see him. His dick brushed against your lower inner thigh and you could see him smiling ever so slightly. You dropped his hand, reaching to pull him in, but Brian just stepped forward, moving himself against your folds.

Your head fell down from the feeling of him brushing up on your growingly sensitive clit, teasing you while he gathered lubricant from your cunt. He sighed at the feeling of you against him, and you felt him tap himself on your hole. Then he aligned himself and pushed in. Your jaw fell open with an empty moan that sounded like a heavy breath as he slipped all of himself in. You leaned into the wall, barely holding yourself up. Brian was a big guy height wise and his dick accurately reflected it.

“Shit. Are you okay?” Brian groaned softly. You were tight around him, feeling every inch of him, thick and tense inside of you. You nodded and with a wince from you, Brian set his pace. It was medium pace that allowed you to sit with the feeling of him hitting your g-spot as he slid out and followed it back up with another connection right before you could mourn the feeling of him leaving you.

“Fu…ck” you moaned out brokenly. He was breathy, trying to keep quiet in the suites bathroom. He held onto your hips, burying himself deep into you, loving the sight of your pussy practically pulling him in. Your body knew he was all yours. You looked back at him, trying to catch his face. He was laser focused, looking down at you, his eyebrows low from the pleasure. He hummed, tilting his head back, losing himself within your walls. He’d started to whimper accidentally; just as he fucked you perfectly, you felt perfect around him and it was such an amazing sensation.

Your eyes lowered as he thrusted into you, making you bounce forward, jostling your boobs and hair every time he pounded deep into you. You moaned out his name, quiet at first, breathlessly. His hand came around your shoulder, pulling you back toward him, his dick reaching further into you and brushing against the right spot beautifully. “Fuck, Brian,” an absent minded cry slipped out of your mouth and then his hand was around your throat, as he pulled you upright toward him. It didn’t constrain your breathing too much as he fucked into you, but your moans came out slightly choked and ragged. His whimpers were guttural, almost like a groan before he cursed under his breath.

You could feel yourself reaching a fever pitch, your stomach knotting up and threatening to untie itself all over his long cock. You bit hardly into your lip in an attempt not to yell his name. “Mmmm shit! Im gonna cum, Bri-” you panted, wincing in air as your cunt involuntarily contracted around him.

“Hold it a little bit longer.” He hummed into your ear. “I’m close too, baby. Fuck, you feel.. so… good. Holy shit.” He struggled out.

He was pounding into you too well, his hands felt perfectly constrictive around your neck and his thumb was baring down into your back like a pretty pain as he held onto your waist supporting you. “Brian, I can’t-” you whined out.

He chuckled at your almost pathetic sounding cry. “You can,” he said softly but stern. He took his thumb and pushed your chin to the side so that you could turn to look at him and he kissed your lips, sucking into it as your mouth fell open to moan. Your boyfriend smiled against your skin, kissing your chin into your neck as his thrusts fell sloppy. He was starting to twitch inside of you and his breathy and low whimpers were becoming more frequent. “Shit,” he winced. Your hand found its way up and around him, holding his neck as he kissed your shoulder. He moved it off of him and placed it on the wall so that both of your arms were supporting you. He put his hand back to your throat and moved his other hand from your hip and placed it over your clit. He massaged it, rapidly thrusting into you to the best of his ability as your name fell out of his mouth in between curses. The stimulation drove you crazy- his dick moving against you and twitching with the warning of release, his long wet fingers rubbing against your throbbing clit, and his big veiny hands wrapped around your neck; and with that you scream out his name, “Fuck- B…Brian!” It’s a claim, a plea, and everything in between as your orgasm sends electricity through your body. Every part of you tenses up in waves of release, the tightening of your cunt around him making him spill his seed deep into your hole.

“Oh shit-” he yelled out, following it up with a whine of your name. You clench hard around him as his cum pumps into you and you struggle to hold strength in your legs while his fingers continue to rub small vigorous circles making your eyes brim with tears.

Brian removed his hand from around your throat and wrapped it around your waist for extra support while he rubbed out the rest of your orgasm. After a few more grunts and moans you both sigh heavily-satisfied. You hear Brian laugh. His lips were on your cheek, then his hand pulled you to look at him. He kissed you, and you turned around fully to wrap your arms around him. There he was again, smiling into your kisses. You smiled back and looked up at his eyes then down to his lips. “What?” You ask, your voice light and raspy.

“How do you feel now? Better?” He asked.

You bit the center of your lip like you were thinking, your eyebrows furrowing as you watched his smile that was cushioned by his plump lips. “A lot better, my love.”

Mo Baby💙👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

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Im so tired I wanna go homeeee

okay so u are literally choosing to stay at the company like u r not being held at gun point babe

When I get fired bc I didn’t learn the choreo

Like babe its not learning itself

okay leader of the sassy man apocalypse wtf am I getting attitude from you for

BROOOOO MACKIAH JUST SAID HES LEAVING DAWG

IM GONNA BE HERE ALONE PLEASEEEE

Fuck it I’m getting fired.

no you aren’t you got it. is someone else there that u can ask to like just hangout with u?

No. It’s just the cleaners and stuff right now the rest of the members went home 💔

then you go home too?? just practice at home

I’m going to SLEEP as soon as I get home what are we talking about here

mackiah is so scandalous for not staying he could’ve helped

I didn’t share my peppero with him so he’s throwing a fit

ok so…

lowkey that’s what u get for being an asshole all the time

Okay fuck you.

you could be doing that instead of dancing

Babe do you want me to kill myself? I KNOW

LMFAO sorry

is there anything I can do?

Yes but you’re going to say no

…?

why would i say no?

Well are you gonna come down to the company and sit in here with me until I get the choreo?

i see why u said i’d say no…

BABE.

PLEASE.

PLEASEEEEE.

PLEASEEEEE. ILL DO AEGYO FOR YOU!

don’t.

Nooonaaaaa~~ omo can u pwease come to the company??? uwuwwwwwuuu

goodnight seungmo.

WAIT IM SORRY WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO

u better buy me some snacks

AND u have to pay for the uber

Bet.

and don’t ever do that fck ass aegyo thru text again

MY BAD

Noona~

blocked. literally younger than u dont pmo

Just get here please :(

“Wait, babe! I think that was it! Thank God,” Seungmo says panting in front of you. You lower the phone from in front of your eyes that he’d made you record with, stopping the video as you do so. You softly toss it onto the wooden paneled dance floor to look up at your boyfriend.

“Yes!! You ate down.”

“I ateee that~” He says making fun of you.

“Shut up. Seriously you did good.” You say as he saunters over to your sitting figure against the floor length mirrored wall. He extends his arms and pulls you up to your feet.

“Thank you baby,” he smiles pecking a kiss onto your lips. You lean away.

“Ew you’re sweaty.”

“You love it. Stop acting like you don’t want to shower with it.” He pulls you into a bear hug and starts smushing himself into you attempting to get as much of his dampened clothes onto you like he’s infecting you with sweat.

You struggle, laughing out as you try to escape him. “I…don’t…want to”, you say between each attempt at freeing yourself with a giggle. He finally lets you go, giddy to have had you so close against him.

Seungmos lips curl into a sly smirk. He tilts his head in faux confusion. “So you’re lying when you talk freaky?”

“What I say when I’m ovulating is literally above me.” You go over to the corner closest to you to start grabbing your bag, shaking your head at the thought of the things you say when you’re particularly needing of him. You kneel down as you balance your weight on your tip toes, sensing Seungmo approaching behind you. You feel his hand gently start from the nape of your neck and trail down to your ass, giving it a firm grasp, grabbing a chunk of it before he collapses beside you.

He tilts his head back taking in a deep breath and running his fingers through his long black hair. You look behind you to watch his angelic presence then turn to grab his water bottle. “Here,” you say, mindlessly handing it to him.

Not mindless. You’re thinking of him. How good he looks, even though he’s sweaty and his wet sideburns are clinging to his face, highlighting the perfect placement of his cheekbones; even though the damp black tee that he’s wearing is hugging his thin waist and accentuating his eleven shaped abs; even though his very sit-on-able nose has sweat droplets running down it. His hair falls perfectly as he shakes his head after playing with it- a perfect image of him seared into your mind as you fiddle with your bag straps.

“Thank you”, he says after swallowing a mouthful of water. You stand to your feet and turn back to him, ignoring his rather mystical beauty despite him being worn out.

“Are you ready to leave?” You blurt out.

Seungmo stares up at you, studying your face. “Where are your manners?”

“What?”

“I said ‘thank you’ so you’re supposed to say…?” He trails off like a teacher waiting for an answer.

“Fuck off.”

“No, seriously. I mean it. Thank you for coming here this late at night and staying with me. And thank you for helping me monitor the choreography, and thank you for the water least of all. Thank you.”

You relax your shoulders and sigh. “Sorry, I thought you were being snotty like usual. You’re welcome, it’s nothing. I love you. I don’t mind spending time with you, even with the worst timing possible” You walk over and slide down the glass of the mirror beside him. You rest your head on his shoulder.

“I’m not snotty. What does that even mean?”

“You’re a brat and you know it. Don’t act brand new.”

He lets out a puff of air like a brief chuckle shaking his head. “Whatever. I meant my thank you. I didn’t say it like I was joking either so why were you being an ass?”

You roll your eyes. “Because I hate you.”

Seungmo moves back to look at you and you lift your head up to look at him back. “No you don’t. Is everything okay or are you just tired?” His eyes are piercing, laced with a bit of concern.

No. I’m trying not to take you in your company’s dance room, you think to yourself. Honestly, you’re free tomorrow and you have birth control and a dream.

“I’m tired.”

“Me too baby.” Seungmo sprawls his long legs out in front of him, one leg angled out like the bow to an arrow. He rests his head on the mirror behind him and turns to you. “You look beautiful by the way. Insane since it’s, what, like 2 in the morning?”

You check an empty wrist for a watch then throw your arm down. “Yeah it’s an ungodly hour.”

“Your manners? I said you look good so you say…?”

“Seungmo, shut up.”

“Do you not like hearing it? That you look beautiful? That you’re gorgeous without trying? I know that’s your sleep tank top but fuck…” He tilts his head in front of your face, a smile rising on his own as he watches you try not to get flustered. You turn away from him to hide your smile.

“Thank you.” You say quietly, not making eye contact out of rebellion. But your boyfriend is quite fond of your smile so he uses his hand to turn your face back to him.

“There you go,” he says as his eyes trail down to your lips. He moves in, placing his soft lips onto your own plump mouth and kisses you deeply. Your eyes lower then fall closed. The two of you fit together perfectly as you switch angles, deepening the kiss. You feel his jaw strengthen to move your mouth open, inviting his tongue in. It’s warm, lingering with the taste of mint while he works his tongue around yours making you melt. A soft hum escapes you before he pulls back, leaving a slight bite on your lower lip. The both of your eyes flutter open to find Seungmo moving his way down to your neck. He plants a kiss at all of your favorite spots, the ones he knows leave you the most messy.

“You’re so pretty. I mean it”, he says breathy in between kisses on your chest.

“Mhmff~” you half moan as he sinks down on the skin on your chest exposed out of your tank top.

“Fuck, you sound just as pretty.”

He shifts up onto his knees and you follow, craving the feeling of his mouth on yours. He grips you by your waist as he stands up, pulling you to do so too.

“Seungmo we… should get home.” You say airlessly.

“No…I think I want to do you here actually,” he says as his hand grips your ass while he snakes his kisses back up to your neck then kneels down so that his face is eye level to your stomach. He practically makes out with your waist and belly like it’s the main course with one hand holding yours and the other massaging your thighs. Anticipation grows in your lower stomach and leaks out between your legs as your body preps you for what you want most. Seungmo gives you a final kiss in the center of your pelvis, loud like he’s marking territory before he looks up at you: pleading but still receptive. “Can I?”

You don’t care anymore. You want him. He’s free to do whatever you want, wherever he wants. You bite your lip slightly hungry for him- needing him now. He gets his answer as you nod at him, looking pitiful yourself. He wastes no time and moves your sweats and panties down in a swift motion. The room temperature air feels cool against your wet center but Seungmo soon warms it up with a kiss to your clit that makes you feel clinically insane. His tongue falls out of his mouth eager to tease against your folds. It’s magical- the sensation of his tongue against you every which way he turns it. He points it and swirls your clit sending lightning through your body. You press your lips shut trying not to let out any moans. His fingers massage around your body until a hand makes it to your cunt to let it join in on the fun.

“You’re so wet for me. How do you want it?” He asks as his thumb circles your hole.

“Just fuck me already,” you pant, your voice light.

Seungmos smile grows back on his face. “Yeah? Is that the ovulation speaking or are you responsible for saying that one?” He stands up and goes behind you, pulling the waist band of his own sweats and boxers down. You can see his cock spring out of his pants in the mirror in front of you and you watch him pump his length a few times collecting the glistening pre-cum from his dick when he moves his hand up and off. It’s pink, perfectly slender and curved. It never gets old every time you see it. He steps closer aligning himself then rubs himself against your folds, taking up some of your slickness. Of course he’d tease you when you just want him.

“Uhhmff please, Seungmo.”

“See, there’s your manners,” he says as you feel him slip slowly into you.

“Shit,” you wince under your breath. You brace yourself, placing your hand against the mirror while he intertwines his fingers with yours on the other.

“You’re doing so good. Look at you.” He drops your hand and leans against your back pressing himself deeper into you as he lifts up your lowered chin so you can see the sight. “Fuck you look amazing” He slowly pulls back then thrusts back into you hard. Then again, setting a mind-blowing rhythm, twisting your stomachs into knots.

He knows how you like it, he digs into your cunt at the perfect angle hitting the spot that drives you crazy. For a guy who was tired not too long ago he pounds into you like he could last forever. Every time you tuck your head in feeling overwhelmed, he makes sure to lift your head back up so you can watch.

“Mhm…keep your eyes on us, baby.” He holds back a groan trying not to tilt his head back in pleasure; he just wants to keep his eyes on you too. So you watch as he pounds deep into you holding back his low whimpers.

Your vision feels blurry but you have to admit, you guys look beautiful as he holds your waist while he drills into you. Holding onto you like you’re his everything, as if letting you go means he loses you forever. The sweat on his body glistens on him like a halo sparkling under the ceiling lights. Every piece of you jostles back and forth with each thrust. It’s thrilling, knowing that someone might walk in on the two of you- you hope they don’t, but he feels too good inside of you to stop now. He sounds like music when he hums and grunts, cursing and moaning your name as if he needs to breathe it. Your stomach is vibrating with pleasure, your cunt tightening around him while you fight off an orgasm but he’s perfected his craft. “Seungmo, I’m gonna cum oh my God-”

“Hold it a little longer baby, I’m almost there. Keep taking me, you’re doing so good,” he pants.

The pit of your stomach burns true as you fight off release, knowing how much Seungmo loves to cum with you. He loves the intimacy of sharing a high together. Luckily you can feel him start to twitch as his rhythm starts to get sloppy. He pulls out of you and grinds against your folds trying to tease your high. Brat. “Mo baby please, keep going.”

“Since you’re… asking so nicely.” He knows you like the feeling of him first slipping into you, so he takes his time going back in and pushes as deeply into you as he possibly can. A guttural whine falls out of his mouth and you string out his name. He does small thrusts hitting against your g-spot as deeply as he can and you struggle to keep strength in your legs and not scream out his name for the entire building to hear. He starts back a sloppy thrust not being able to control himself much. “Shit,” he thrusts into you barely keeping himself in you while you clench your walls around him.

“I can’t…oh shit…I can’t hold it,” you say sounding like you’re on the verge of tears.

“Where do you want it?” He asks in between pants.

“Wherever you want,” you say in exasperation.

Seungmo digests your words as a go signal and drills his way into you. He thrusts as hard as he can making sure you watch while he releases his warm seed into you, your knees buckling as the sensation causes you to reach your own high. The feeling of your walls bearing down on him turns him dumb in the head as an endless cycle of feedback. You against him; him against you. He strongly wraps his arms around your waist, trying to keep you from collapsing. You moan empty breaths alongside Seungmos strangled whimpers and whines as he rides his climax out into yours, your orgasms pouring together like a lustful symphony. After a few more pumps, Seungmo pulls out of you, a white string connecting the two of you until it thins out and breaks. You hold your weight up against the mirror and rise up, seeing how disheveled the two of you look while catching your breath. Its chaotic but beautiful in the most messed up way- in a loving way.

You turn to face your boyfriend, still taking in deep breaths from the mind numbing orgasm the two of you had shared. His hair is tussled in every direction, a stunning sight to behold. You smile, “You’re so beautiful without even trying my love.”

He grins his naturally sly smile. “Thank you. See how easy that is?” He pokes, sucking in air by the ton.

You scoff and roll your eyes playfully. “I hate you.”

He looks at you: the top of your thighs exposed, glistening with the liquids of your labor; your shirt askew from your boyfriend feeling you in every way that he could; your hair jostled and messy from him pounding into you. Even your voice was hoarse from tryin your hardest not to scream his name but still letting out throat-scratching moans. And of course you too were now sweaty- a sort of poetic justice almost. Proud of his work he bites his lip, “Yeah you sure you hate me?” He takes in your figure and shakes his head, eyeing every inch of you. He turns you around to face the mirror and hugs your waist from behind, his chin resting snuggly on your shoulder, a genuine smile on his face as he melts into you. Though the two of you are tired and messy, everything else seems like it can wait. All he wants to do is admire how good you two go together, all night long and forever.

Smiling radiantly, giving all he can to hold his final pose, Jiho stands panting through his grinning teeth on stage. Watching from the monitor from the dressing room backstage, you can tell he’s ready to tap out. He’s got stamina, a fact you know all too well, but as a perfectionist he couldnt help but to give his all every performance. He’s such a beautiful entertainer. Your bottom lips pouts as you watch him hold his composure until he’s off the stage and out of view from the cameras. You rush through the halls to meet him on his few minutes of down time, excusing staff on your way to get to him.

Seven men, sweaty, sucking in air by the ton to catch their breath but your eyes search for the pink haired angel you’ve come to know as your boyfriend.

“Jiho, your girl is here, dude.” Mackiah says as he unravels his muted in-ear from around his head. “He’s over there,” he tells you, nudging his head in the direction of your boyfriend through the dim back stage lights. He can just barely make out your facial features but he can tell they seem to be contorted in a fit of worry. “Yooo, is everything okay?” He asks, right as you’ve started to head over to your doubled over boyfriend.

“Oh, yeah. It just seems like Jiho may have done too much. I was just a bit worried so I was coming to check on him before you guys do your ending ments and everything.”

“Isn’t Jiho always doing too damn much?” Seungmo chimes in, breathy as well but not missing a chance to dog on his older bro.

“Shut up,” you hear Jiho say flatly with as much air as he can muster as he tries to regain his stance.

Mackiah and Seungmo snicker. “Aye, that’s a W girlfriend right there,” Mackiah says as him and Seungmo scoot past you to switch into their encore outfits. The rest of the members follow suit, giving you quick acknowledgment nods when they pass you by.

“Jiho, baby?” You ask as Jiho does a stutter walk to you, his slim figure even more deflated and thin than usual.

“I’m…so…tired. Ugh, oh my God.” He says, gaining a bit of his strength back as he inches closer to you.

“Aww, my baby,” you say exaggerating a pout. “You did so good! I know you want to give your all for the fans but you seriously need to pace yourself next time.”

Jiho sassily rolls his eyes in a playful manner. He pulls you into a a deep hug before he pecks a kiss on your forehead. Your arms wrap around his tiny waist, feeling his ab muscles tighten and contract with every deep breath he takes. He smells like sweat and remnants of his sharp scented sandalwood cologne that you’d bought him as a gift for the fan con. His white tee is damp against your skin which would typically gross you out but you’re just so proud of him and sorry that he’s still not done. Plus he looks incredible in it- sweat stains and all. “I know, I know. But you know I’m a sucker for cheers. It gives me energy until I over do it and then, here we are,” he explains. “Ugh,” he groans, tossing his head back up at the ceiling out of exhaustion. “And we still have a few more songs as an encore.” He pulls out of your embrace, moving toward the hallway when his manager signals that he has to get moving. “I’m sorry, I have to go get changed and finish the rest of the show. Thank you for checking in on me, my love.” He says, his eyebrows squeezed together, a bit pitifully as he apologizes.

You catch his arm and slide down to hold his hand a bit, slowing his saunter. The staff has moved ahead of you leaving just you two behind them. “I wish I could help you! I love you, finish strong. I’ll have a surprise waiting for you at my place when you get off!” You wink slyly and Jiho leans down to peck you on your lips.

He stops for a second, looking around to see if anyone is nearby before he whispers in your ear. “What sort of surprise?” He says innocently, but you know what he’s getting at.

“Jiho,” you say in a warning tone, glaring at him light-heartedly. “Go finish your show so I can congratulate you at home.” Your boyfriend lets out a charmingly boyish giggle before he turns around and disappears down the hallway, blowing a kiss at you as he rounds the corner out of your sight. A promise is a promise, so you get home to prepare for him.

A drama OST plays softly from the tv speakers as you lay your head on Jiho’s stomach, his arm wrapped around you safely between your bodies and the cushioning of the couch.

“You really did not have to cook for me” Jiho says, the air from his words slightly winding through your hair before he kisses you. His soft voice is like music to your ears, filling you with warmth. You smile to yourself.

“Yes I did! I wanted to treat you! And thank you for coming over instead of heading to the dorm. I know you’re tired, but I’m glad we get to spend time together.”

“Yeah, but dinner, flowers and balloons? You know I prefer to do that stuff for you. I’m really just doing my job as an idol; so what I got a little exhausted?”

You prop yourself up on your arm to look at him. “Not only did you push yourself, but you also did really fucking amazing. You looked so good in your pink hair,” you say as you bring your fingers up to ruffle through his strands. He smiles, blushing in embarrassment.

“Yeah? You liked it?”

You nod. “A perfect surprise for the fan con. Honestly I can’t believe you were able to hide it from me for those- what? Twenty-four excruciating hours of me not being able to see you?”

Jiho laughs and shakes his head. “You’re dramatic.”

“Oh, okay Mr. ‘Do-Too-Much’.”

Jiho pulls you closer to him, his eyes on your lips. “Mmhm, I think I like the praise better than the teasing.”

You tilt your head innocently at him, staring deep into his perfectly shaped cat-like eyes. “Do you?”

His gaze flutters around your face, quickly dips down your body, then moves back up to your lips as he holds an intense look at you. He nods slowly, his eyes making their way back up your face to your own piercing eyes. “I do, my love.” You look around at his features, realizing how close you two have gotten. You move back, teasingly.

“Well then. Let me tell you how good you looked in that white outfit.”

He tilts his head. “The one with the straps?”

“Mhm,” you say while you move on top of him, straddling his laying body on the couch. You cup his neck, snaking your hand up to his hair. “Yeah, that one. With the white tank top,” you start as your other hand finds his chest. You bend down to kiss his cheek, pulling him in tight. “Your arms look so fucking hot when they’re out like that. Did I ever tell you how much I love your muscles?” You kiss down to his arm, covered by the fabric of his hoodie, then back up to his face. “Let me see ‘em,” you order softly. You move back to let Jiho take his hoodie off in which he complies quickly. He bends his arms to wrap his hands around your waist, causing them to inadvertently flex.

“Like that?” He says, a smile on his face while he entertains your little show of control.

He’s left in his plain black t-shirt and grey sweatpants that aren’t hiding his growing pain too well. You scoot back a tiny bit so that you’re sat on his covered cock and rock back ever so slightly, making a soft puff of air leave Jiho’s mouth. He hasn’t broken eye contact with your beautiful figure.

“Yeah, just like that baby,” you say moving back down to kiss him. One of his hands glides up your body to hold your face as you lock lips, savoring the taste of each other. You grind your hips down, creating friction on his dick as he moans into the kiss. Your tongue slithers out into his mouth before he stops for air. You don’t stop though, and you move your tongue, drawing a long wet line from his neck to his arm, then back up to his wrist that bares the hand holding your face. “I’ve one more congratulations gift,” you say as you lift his shirt up to his chest and kiss down his torso.

He quickly moves his hands to stop you as your kissing parade draws to a close at the waist band of his sweats. He lifts your face in his strong hands so that you’re looking at him. Seeing that you’re headed to please him, he pleads. “Let me eat you out first. You know I love it.”

Your eyes flutter low as you bite your lip into a smile. You shake your head and take your hands to pin his down on either side of himself. “You always eat me so good, I know baby. But it’s my gift to you. You like praise? Let me praise you for such a good performance.” He smiles and raises his arms behind his head, giving you full reign over his body.

Your lust for him seeps into your grin as you slide his pants down. “Good boy.”

His boxers tent between his legs, fighting to hold his cock back. You scoot down the couch to get the best angle you can so you can congratulate Jiho. Kissing his v line, you squeeze up his thighs until your hand has landed on his balls. Your fingers massage them gently earning you a low groan from your boyfriend. Finding your way to his waist band with a parade of sucks, licks, and kisses, you finally free his throbbing cock that’s eagerly waiting for you.

You waste no time, spitting on your fingers before you take his girth into your hands. You move up and down his length, slowly at first, soaking in the magical sound of him holding back his moans. From there, you take his tip and circle it with your tongue until he’s squirming for you to put him in your mouth. So you do. You take as much as you comfortably can until you’re quietly holding back gags, not even reaching the end of it. It’s not like you can help it, his dick is just so long and perfectly curved. Quickly, you work yourself into a bobbing motion, sucking and teasing his giant cock.

“Mmmph~ fuck…” Jiho breathily lets out curses quietly.

“I love your pretty voice, Jiho.” You say, simultaneously sliding your hand up and down his shaft. You watch him, his eyes half lidded as he lets a soft whine escape his mouth. It sends jolts of excitement into a weird pit in your stomach; wetness threatens to ruin your laced panties while you watch the sight in front of you. “There you go. Make sure I can hear you.” Jiho nods then throws his head back in a loud hum as you stuff him back into your dazzling little mouth.

Jiho tries his best not to fuck and thrust into you, wanting to be gentle, but you feel his hand slip up to the nape of your neck. His muscles tense up to fight the urge to push your head down. So you do it yourself. You gag him as far as you ever have into the back of your throat, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He says his sounds of pleasure getting louder. You pop him out of your mouth when you can’t take it anymore, fighting the urge to slip your fingers into your cunt and rub away some of the pressure. This is for him, but he sounds so fucking beautiful when he can’t gather his thoughts.

You kiss his length and lick the skin, savoring the slightly salty taste of his it and the feeling of his veins running through. Rubbing away at him and sucking when you feel best, his amazing stamina starts to give way. He twitches in your grasp moaning more than he wants to; he just can’t help it. “I’m gonna cum, shit,” he says hissing slightly.

“Come on, let me taste it, my love.” You hollow your cheeks, going as deep as you can and moan at the base. The vibrations feel like electricity and it’s just what he need to be pushed over the edge.

“Shit, don’t stop baby,” he says, and you oblige. You bob up and down, humming as his salty white translucent semen spills into your mouth. Jiho calls out your name and a slew of curses and moans as he looses control and thrusts his hips, overloading your throat. You don’t dare move though; this is what you wanted, and you wouldn’t be caught dead ruining it. You lick around him, rubbing the rest of his high out as his moans and heavy breathing simmer down.

His eyes open up fully then fall down to yours. An exhausted smile spreads across his face. “Fuck, I needed that.”

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, raising up so you can kiss your stunningly messy boyfriend. “Did you enjoy your congratulations gift?” You ask, a bit disheveled yourself. You are drenched between your legs from hearing Jiho unravel due to your touch. Jiho isn’t blind, he can tell you were fighting not to finger yourself into a climax with him. It kills him that he couldn’t eat you out first, after all it’s one of his favorite pass times. But he wasn’t going to stop you from giving the gift you’d planned, so he let you suck the life out of him happily.

Jiho nods. “I loved my congratulations gift and I love you. But you know what would make it better, my love?”

Your eyebrow lowers slightly as you think about what he’s alluding to. Your eyes light up not a second later as you realize. “You are such a munch.” You say as you stand up from the couch. But he’s quicker to stand up in order to put you back down just where he wants you- right where you want to be.

“Just make sure I can hear how good I’m doing.” He says as he moves between your legs.

And you do. You make sure to let him know how good he’s fucking you in every way as you sing praises to him all night long.

Kyrell has the most perfect face: so joyous, bright, and believing. His long brown hair jostles as he steps from side to side in tandem with the rest of the youth choir to the rhythm of the song. You clap along from the congregational seats, admiring your boyfriend from the middle row. He is so beautiful, so pretty, so…

fuckable.

No. No, no, no, no, you say to yourself mentally in an attempt to block out the intrusive thoughts. Listen to the music, act like you’re in church- because you are.

It’s not that you don’t believe the lyrics of the worship song you’re clapping along to, but Ky looks irresistible up there, and he isn’t even trying. He could gripe about how annoying it is that you think he’s adorable all the time, but it’s moments like these when he’s the hottest- when his eyes won’t meet yours and his effortless aura takes over. When he tries to be cool it’s endearing, but when he doesn’t?It’s an entirely different story, as it is right now. Tsh, and all he’s doing is singing in our church choir. You’re sure you are just ovulating but it’s not like you don’t have these thoughts about him…

You have them a lot. All. The. Time.

But it’s worse now. Usually you can conceal your want for him when you enter holy grounds but it’s plaguing you today, persistent like a nagging fly in your ear when you’re eating outside.

Eating out…I wish he would-

“You okay?” A young woman asks you, an unfamiliar face to you, nudging you after taking notice to how you’ve spaced out.

“Oh yeah! Just um…battling something right now.” You respond.

Her lips pout in an attempt to empathize. She stops her clapping to pat you on the back. “Anything you wanna talk about?”

Your eyes flutter over to Kyrell standing on the stage singing along blissfully unaware. You turn back to the woman who’s eager to help. “No, it’s okay! God will pull me through,” you say with a gentle smile that she returns. What are you supposed to tell her, how your very unaware and by-the-book boyfriend doesn’t know how much you want to fuck him? Absolutely not.

“Okay just let me know, I’ll be praying for you in the meantime.” Once again, absolutely not.

You nod anyway, thankful for her sentiment. You turn your eyes back to the stage- back to Kyrell where you catch him staring at you before he turns away quickly like his high school crush had just caught him. He’s so silly in those ways, it’s not like the entire youth group you guys lead doesn’t already know you are dating. Hell, you’re sure the entire church knows.

But they *thankfully* don’t know what you’re going through, your yearn for him. You can imagine it; you have imagined it on multiple occasions. You’ve mind fucked him so many times you’re sure that if he just gave you a chance, you’d move like you had more experience than a porn star. But you don’t. Neither does he. You’re just a horned up young adult lusting after an unbeknownst church boy.

The problem though isn’t your experience or rather your lack thereof, but it’s Kyrell. For once, your perfect boyfriend is a problem which doesn’t even make sense to you. He is an angel, which is great, but you don’t think he’d break a single rule in the Bible. You are the same technically but you think of it more logically. Rules for a reason- to keep you safe. As far as you’re concerned, sex is a beautiful gift from God. Yes there’s dangers with “premarital sex” or whatever the church elders keep hammering on about, but none that you’d have to worry about with Ky. He is your true love. There’s no one else that you’d want to give yourself to beside him. So, to you, a bit of fun and love in the covers wouldn’t hurt a thing. But then again, it could hurt the very best thing that you’ve ever built with Kyrell if you ever told him how you really feel- your relationship. There is no telling what Ky thinks about it, but you’re willing to bet, it’s nowhere near as dirty as your thoughts are.

“I saw you staring while I was singing,” Kyrell says, as he makes a quick glance at you before turning his eyes back to the road while he drives you back to his house.

“I’m always staring at you handsome,” you say jokingly though it’s not much of a joke.

“Oooooh for little ol’ me?” Kyrell matches your flirty banter in a frilly girl voice.

You sigh and shake your head. “Okay Kyrell,” you say with a smile on your face as you turn to look out the window. The houses flash by, everything moving quickly but all you can think about is how much you actually do want Kyrell. To be as close as possible; to see his small cross chain he wears so faithfully, dangling over you as he closes any space between you until he’s fully inside of you. You clear your throat. “You know, I saw you staring at me back,” you continue the banter.

Ky’s testing smile drops a bit. “Oh, yeah…Yeah!”

Your eyebrows lower a bit on your face. Strange. “Okay. What was that for?”

“What was what for?” He says avoiding eye contact as he rounds the corner to the street of his house.

Your lips flatten into a straight line. “Why the stuttering or whatever that was?”

“No reason,” he tries to say in a nonchalant manner but his voice raises like a that of a liar’s.

“Kyrell, we’re lying now? I thought you were a good church boy,” you tease, trying to keep the atmosphere light for a conversation that, for some reason, seems to want to veer left. Not only does your boyfriend not lie, he’s really bad at it when he tries, even when he’s playing a harmless prank.

His eyebrows sink briefly into his face like he’s detesting your statement but he shakes his head. He stays silent and he pulls up to the side curb bordering his driveway. His family won’t be back from their mission trip that you both opted against going to so you can keep up with your college work.

“You know,” you start, “I also saw that strange look away thing you did at church. You know, after you saw me staring back at you? Like I had caught you doing something bad.”

“Oh well that’s um, just because I’m supposed to look at the choir director at all times during selections.”

You tilt your head, your lips parted as you try to pick your boyfriend apart while he avoids eye contact. “Kyrell? Is something wrong?”

His knuckles grip the steering wheel before he sighs and pulls the keys out of the ignition. “No…no. Yes, I mean not really but- I don’t know.”

Why aren’t you telling me the truth? Your heart drops in your chest as you blink away a bad possibility you don’t want to entertain. You two promised to tell each other when something is wrong- no matter what. Things are just better that way when you don’t put up doors. It’s your one relationship rule. But nothing major has ever come up so far which is why his behavior is scaring you a bit. “Yes?” You say tugging his arm for him to look at you to which he finally meets your eyes. You’re trying to be receptive but you can’t help but dread the worst.

“We’ve had a good relationship so far,” he starts. You nod along slowly knowing it’s coming even as you try to avoid it. “And I just think that, I don’t know. I don’t want you to be mad at me for thinking about it but…”

No. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Not now. Why now?

“I want…more.” He says defeated.

You pause and shake your head like you’re factory resetting. “M-more how?” You sputter out.

Kyrell closes some space between you and his eyes fall down to your lips, then further down and further down. “I mean more, baby.”

Your eyes squint. Your head shakes, not understanding fully. Kyrell wants more of you? The air feels like it adopts the atmosphere of Jupiter, crushing the wind in your lungs. “I’m not sure I get it.”

“Yeah, you caught me doing something I’d hate to admit. But you said we shouldn’t hold things back, yeah?” Your head slowly moves up and down in agreement, waiting to hear what he has to say. He sighs like he’s biting his tongue but goes for it anyway. “Well, when I was looking at you in the congregation you looked just so beautiful. You were beautiful in a way that I’ve always thought about in my room, o-on my own. I don’t know I just, I could barely remember the lyrics because I was um”. You swear you can hear him curse under his breath. “I was undressing you with…my um mind.”

Fireworks, explosions, and you laying down naked with him on top of cloud 9 like you’re Katy Perry in the California Girls music video- all of that jazz as you process what he’s said to you. Like a dream come true. You could say it’s luck, but regarding the circumstances, it feels more like a blessing. Your mouth is ever so slightly agape, eyes huge at hearing a sentence come out of his mouth that you’d only fantasized about him saying to you at night. Good news for you, but all Kyrell is receiving in response from you is a look of disbelief that makes him want to retract every statement he’s ever made since he first gained consciousness. He shakes his head, disgusted at himself for even saying anything. He grips his keys in his hand, moving quickly like he has to get out of the car before the air suffocates him. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. I really shouldn’t have said anything. I know the no ‘premarital sex’ thing and I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or feel like- and I’m just so sorry-” He says starting to open his car door before you tug his arm with more force than before, pulling him back. Your eyes don’t move from his own, as your voice instinctively lowers into barely more than a whisper.

“I want more too,” you say as your voice grows bolder. “I want everything with you.”

Kyrell blinks twice, taking your words in as his hand slides off of the door handle. He tries to stifle a smile as the processing of the moment gains on him but his eyes have already given him away. He attempts to hold back his excitement as he confirms your statement. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like-“

He’s going to ramble like always if you don’t stop him. “All I want to feel is you. I want to give myself to you. There’s not another person in the universe that I’d want it to be.” You say watching his eyes focus down on you.

“L-like right now? Or…” He asks.

“Like right now, baby. Always,” you conclude.

You feel the muscles in his arms soften. “I love you. There’s no better way to put it than that. There’s no one else for me but you.” He smiles slowly pulling away from your grasp before he quickly opens his door and runs to the passenger side to open yours and help you out of the car. You can’t help but laugh.

He leads you up the stairs to his bedroom, fresh and clean as always, before he closes the door behind the two of you and cups your face into a deep kiss. It’s a kiss like none other that you’ve had before. It’s passionate, airless, like your life depends on your lips hugging each other. His hands run down to your waist while he stumbles you back to his bed, breaking the kiss as you flop down onto your back. His figure moves to a hover over your body, making his cross chain dangle from his freshly pressed t-shirt- an even more intoxicating sight to see in real life instead of in your head. His knees tighten on either side of your body, bearing his weight as he bends over to get closer to you. He gives you a kiss on your lips, a quick peck before he inches down to your bare neck. It’s cold until he places another kiss. He moves back for a second like he’s mapping the best place to touch next, then he sucks down on the skin right above your collarbone, planting a perfect kiss that causes you to let out a low sigh.

“You like it?” He says making more around your chest.

“Mmmhm, I love it.” You say with a quick laugh, embarrassed from the slight moan you had let out. Still working down your body, Ky’s hands move under your sundress, swiftly shimmying it up your body until it’s over your head and off of you. It leaves you vulnerable, only in your laced bra and safety shorts. Kyrell stops to admire, stars in his eyes like he’s seen an angel. He doesn’t say anything but his look is intense, yearning for you. His eyes lower and his eyebrows scrunch as if he’s in a bit of shock that you would do this for him- and he’s so incredibly thankful for it. Smoothly, he moves back in to you. His hands travel around your body, squeezing every inch of it as he kisses down your waist and gently pushes you back down fully. He moves your feet up so that your knees are up to the ceiling, and he gets down to the foot of the bed, between ur legs where he runs lines along your thighs. He follows his traces with kisses. It tickles a delightful thrill through your body, releasing another moan from your mouth. His hands go behind your thighs and under your butt then back around to the front where he grips your shorts to pull them down.

The air hits your dampened panties holding back the wetness of your cunt. You chuckle out a nervous laugh, shy over the fact that he could see your want for him. Your boyfriend looks at you through your thighs, looking starved with his big endearing eyes. No teasing, just pure love in his gaze. “Is…everything okay?” You question, making sure he’s still assured with everything.

He shakes his head with a smile on his face. “It’s just that I’ve done this so many times in my head thinking it’d be years before it ever came true if it ever did. I’m just excited to thank you, baby.” You smile sheepishly, a mixture of nerves and anticipation. He looks down as the wet cloth that separates him and your core. “And I can see you’re excited too,” he says, a grin of his own uploading through his face. He bites his lip ever so slightly then hums.

“I need you. Kyrell, I’m all yours,” you say earnestly in response.

“Really?” He laughs. “All of this for little ol’ me…”