Slay yall‼️

It wouldn't exactly be a lie to say you hadn't planned on spending a Wednesday afternoon kneeling between Hongjoong's legs. It would somewhat be a lie to blame it all on Hongjoong, though. 

But it was the way that one video had panned over him—one firm hand gripping his phone while the other rested casually in his pocket, asserting a quiet dominance that had your mouth running dry at the sight.

He had tilted his chin down slightly, casting a haughty look at the camera as if he knew exactly how much this would affect you. So naturally, the second he had walked through the front door later that day—wearing the same set of tightly fitted clothes—you had known exactly where the night was headed. 

Hongjoong tossed his jacket onto a kitchen chair before striding towards the armchair where you were sitting, his hand sliding into your hair to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head. You shivered at the gentle touch, almost forgetting your plan—no, not a plan, of course. Freudian slip. So before he could even pull back, you quickly scrambled up and pushed him, throwing him right back into the soft cushions of the chair with a choked gasp. 

His legs fell open instantly, his knees spraying wide as he instinctively made himself more comfortable. He cocked an eyebrow in a mix of confusion and intrigue, a faint, amused chuckle rumbling in the back of his throat as you sank to your knees on the floor. 

A small heat of crimson spread across your cheeks as you took in the man in front of you. His thighs were thick, straining even further against the fabric of the slacks from his seated position. You found yourself staring, eyes tracking the heavy crease of his pants where they bunched at his hips, your throat tightening. 

Your fingers twitched with the urge to touch him, a wave of desperation humming under your skin as your eyes stayed glued on his bulge, swallowing an invisible lump down your throat from the anticipation. 

Hongjoong let out a soft, amused breath from above, pulling you out of your trance. 

“So?” His voice came low and quiet, almost vibrating in the thick tension between you. “Did you push me down just to stare at it?”

The faint tease and amusement simmering in his tone made your chest feel tight, your breath hitching. You leaned forward, hands scrambling impatiently at the metal buckle of his belt, clumsy and trembling fingers reaching to force the leather through the loop. 

Hongjoong's hand reached down, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with a firm, steady squeeze, hindering any further movement. Your breath was coming in shallow, quick puffs as he just held them still against his waistband. 

He leaned forward slightly, tilting his head as he looked down at your flushed face, his thumbs lightly brushing over the sensitive skin of your inner wrist, controlling just how close you could get. 

“Look at you,” Hongjoong teased, voice dropping into a soft, slow drawl, his breath warm against your forehead. “So impatient, baby. What got you so worked up, hm?”

Though it had come out as a question, the slight tug of his lips forming into a knowing smirk made it glaringly obvious he already knew the answer to that. 

You let out a frustrated, muffled sound, not really trusting yourself with words as you tried to pull yourself free. He only tightened his grip, a low, amused chuckle vibrating deep in his chest. 

“Ah ah,” he whispered, dark eyes locking onto yours, heavy and steady. “Let me.”

He slowly released your wrists, placing them softly on the swell of his thighs and you could feel the firm muscles in them shifting as he reached back for his belt. He didn't rush, unbuckling it with a slow, deliberate click, his gaze on you never faltering as the sound of his zipper being pulled down filled the quiet room. 

Your mouth felt dry, swallowing the small amount of saliva your mouth had produced from the thought of finally seeing him as he reached down his boxers, pulling out his soft cock. Hongjoong leaned back, his right hand still holding his length as he looked at you expectingly. 

The sudden, close warmth of him made your chest ache as you leaned in, letting out a shaky, ragged exhale. The breath ghosted directly over the sensitive crown of his cock, a sharp twitch rippling through his hips from the warmth. 

He slid his fingers deep into your hair. “That's it,” he rasped and you could swear his voice dropped an octave, low and rough. “Take what you need, baby.”

Instead of immediately leaning in, you tilted your face up slightly, keeping your eyes locked onto his blown pupils before you finally dragged the very tip of your tongue along the underside of his head, leaving a glistening line of moisture against his soft skin. Hongjoong's lips parted as a faint, short breath escaped, eyes fluttering shut while his head fell back against the cushion of the armchair, his cock filling out at a rapid velocity.

You wanted to tease. Wanted to pull every unfiltered sound out of the man in front of you until all he could do was beg—beg for the wet heat of your mouth. 

“F-fuck…” he choked out as another puff of air hit the tip, his hips bucking upwards in a helpless jerk trying to chase your lips. Digging your fingers firmly into the solid muscles of his thighs, you muffled a quiet hum of satisfaction that seemed to snap Hongjoong's attention. His eyes fell on yours, dark and glazed while his breathing came in jagged, heavy hitches. He tightened his fingers in your hair, holding your head in place. 

“I didn't sign up for a brat,” he growled, his chest heaving under the layers of clothes. “I'm giving you one more chance to be good.”

Content with the teasing for now, you only smirked before slowly parting your lips around the smooth tip of his cock. You opened your mouth wider, letting your tongue coat the sensitive underside of his head before tasting the saltiness of his precum leaking from the slit. His cock twitched into full hardness, fingers instinctively tightening in your hair as a low groan erupted from his throat. 

Keeping the pace slow, you wrapped the wet ring of your lips tighter around his length, hollowing your cheeks before sinking down further trying to accommodate the girth and sheer size of him. 

“Shit,” he managed to breathe out, his shaft laying heavy against your tongue as another sharp sound escaped the man's throat. 

You hummed in content, sending vibrations straight through his length, and you felt the familiar bitter and salty taste coat the walls of your throat. Your eyes stayed glued to him to the best of your capabilities, making sure to put on a show he wouldn't dare to look away from. 

A dark, red flush spread from his neck up to his cheeks as he leaned his head forward, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. He watched the way your lips stretched to accommodate his size, a faint condescending smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when he spotted the drool pooling at the corner of your own. 

“Fuck, look at you.” And you honestly wished you could. “Down on your knees, swallowing me like it's nothing. You look so good like that, baby. Just a warm mouth for my cock.”

You moaned at the hidden praise, swallowing him a little deeper, eager to please, your throat muscles contracting tightly around his girth as saliva trickled down to your chin. The palm of your hands slid higher up his thighs, desperately trying to anchor yourself.

“That's it,” he purred, his thumb lightly caressing the side of your jaw fondly. “This is all you're really good for, isn't it?"

You whined, lips leaving his length with a pop as you gasped for air, a mixture of spit and precum painting the soft skin of your chin. The heat pooling in your lower back was becoming too heavy to ignore. Shifting slightly on your knees until your clothed pussy came in contact with your calf, you shamelessly started to rut against it as quiet, desperate whimpers spilled into the air. 

Hongjoong tracked the movement of your hips before dropping his voice into a low, almost mocking coo, ”Oh, look at my poor baby.”

His fingers loosened before gently patting your head. “So needy just from having my cock in your mouth? Look how your hips are moving, so desperate, hm?” He teased, a faint, amused huff of his breath making your own hitch. 

“Only for you,” you teased back, voice rough from taking him before wrapping your swollen lips around the tip of his cock again, swirling your tongue around it to find the tip of his slit, lapping at the evidence of his arousal. 

His head fell back against the cushion of the armchair, eyes sewn shut as a low, guttural moan escaped from his throat. He bucked his hips, shoving the tip of his cock further into the tight heat of your mouth. You just hollowed your cheeks, your right hand wrapping around the base of his length as another stutter of his hips sent his length all the way in, his tip coming in contact with the wall of your throat, making you gag from the surprise. 

“Fuck—ah—so good, baby. Just like that …nngh—so close,” he rasped, a rough, desperate edge in his voice. 

But what would be the fun in that?

So you stopped moving, locking your jaw while wrapping your lips securely around his width, the hand on his length tightening to keep him in place as you breathed steadily through your nose.

You could stay just like this for him, your cheek resting against his thigh while he fills your mouth, the smell of his musk sending a dizzying shiver down your spine. 

The sensation of fingers tangled deep in your roots, knuckles tensing hard against your scalp sent you back to reality like a shockwave. Hongjoong spread his knees even wider with a threatening growl, hips involuntarily twitching upward into your locked jaw. 

He let out a long, shuddering exhale through his nose. “Don't. Stop,” he commanded, tone assertive and harsh, completely stripped from the previous praise. 

You ignored the demand, lips staying firmly wrapped around him without moving an inch, refusing to give in. Hongjoong tried to jerk his hips forward, thrusting hard into your unwavering stubbornness in a desperate attempt to find some friction against your wet tongue. 

He tried twice more to force a rhythm, but your jaw remained unyielding. “If you don't move, you don't get my cock at all,” he threatened.

And with a sudden, firm upward pull, his hand in your hair forced your head back, dragging his length completely out of your mouth. A high, frustrated whine escaped your throat at the sudden loss of his warmth, scrambling your hands up his thighs to claw at his waist trying to pull yourself back down on his lap. 

“Ah, no. Stay there.” He kept his grip on your hair firm, holding your head back so you could only watch as his other hand came down to grab his own shaft. 

“B-but—”

“I said no,” he cut you off, beginning to stroke himself with a fast, heavy friction, head falling back as his throat clicked with a low swallow. 

You whined at the sight, a desperate, high-pitched sound in the back of your throat as he only got closer to his release. His eyes rolled shut, jaw clenching in a straight line as mumbled whimpers tried to escape. In his haze of pleasure, his fingers subconsciously loosened their tight hold on your hair, his hand dropping slightly. 

You didn't hesitate. 

You lunged forward, your hand flying to the base of his shaft to squeeze tight, milking the length upward as you quickly wrapped your abused lips back around his head. 

A loud, ruined gasp tore from Hongjoong at the sudden, tight wetness. His hips bucked upwards in a helpless, violent spasm as you hummed around his tip. Hongjoong was too far gone to fully pull you away, body shuddering as he released thick, hot heat on your tongue, surging past your lips as you pulled away to coat your chin, cheeks and your lips in a messy rush. 

Silence filled the room aside from your hand working passionately to drain him and Hongjoong's rapid, shallow breathing. Still leaning against the cushions, his chest was heaving under the tightness of his shirt and vest, shoulders slowly dropping as the tension drained from his body. 

On your face, the wet warmth of his release was starting to cool. A thick, heavy drop slid slowly down your cheek, tracing your jawline while the slick moisture coated your flushed lips. But you couldn't find it in yourself to care, heart hammering against your ribs, skin hot and flushed from defying Hongjoong's order. 

Your other hand was resting flat against the carpet, and without even thinking, you tilted your hips forward, pressing your clothed, wet core against the side of your own wrist. You let out a quiet, shaky breath as you slowly ground yourself against your hand, desperate for any kind of friction, eyes staying locked on Hongjoong. 

His eyes slowly opened, the blown darkness of his pupils gradually focusing on you. He watched your hips twitch, his gaze dropping to the way you were desperately humping your own wrist. 

A quiet, clicking sound of disapproval escaped his lips, “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” A slow, mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, his voice dropping into that quiet, patronizing coo. ”Such a bad girl, hm? Can't even follow a single order? Look where that got you, pathetically grinding on the floor in front of me.”

He leaned his head back, arms resting relaxed on the sides of the chair as he looked down at you. “Get naked,” he commanded, his voice flat and quiet, leaving absolutely no room for arguments. 

Your breath caught in your throat. “W-what?” you stuttered, voice small and breathless as your hips froze from the sheer, raw heat in his eyes. 

“You heard me,” he scoffed. “Clothes off. And then you're getting on my lap.”

Your chest tightened, a cold shiver running straight down your spine at the quiet weight of the order. But the ache coiling between your thighs was too heavy. Too loud to ignore. Slowly, your hands reached down to the waistband of your sweats, fingers trembling so violently that you could barely grip the soft fabric. 

Hongjoong's hungry gaze locked onto your hands, his eyes tracking every shaky stutter of your fingers as you finally pushed the sweats down your legs. You slowly stood up, kicking your feet free from the fabric and leaving them in a messy pile on the carpet. 

The weight of his stare along with the cool air of the room sent goosebumps down your legs. You reached for the hem of your shirt, tossing it aside and the same goosebumps now trickled up to your chest, your exposed nipples quickly hardening. 

A low, thick hum rumbled deep in his throat as he took the naked sight of you in. The smug authority in his expression had shifted, replaced by a sudden, dark heat that made his chest rise with a heavy breath. He leaned forward just an inch, his eyes locked onto the damp, glistening warmth between your thighs. 

“No underwear, baby?” he said, voice low and thick with approval. “Going completely bare under your sweats just for me? Such a good girl.”

You swallowed hard, your face burning as you slowly shifted, preparing to climb onto his lap when Hongjoong's jaw slackened just a fraction, dark eyes widening as they tracked the sway of your hips and the soft curve of your stomach. 

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice strained and raw as he visibly drank you in. “So fucking beautiful, baby.”

Without hesitation, you lifted your leg, cautiously stepping over his thigh, and slowly lowered yourself onto his lap with a pleased sigh. 

The rough, heavy fabric of his slacks felt coarse against the bare, sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The contrast of your hot, wet skin pressing down onto the cool, dry cotton made a quiet, desperate whimper slip past your lips. Your hands came to rest against his broad shoulders for balance, hips instinctively tilting forward to seek out his warmth. 

Hongjoong didn't pull away from your touch, but his hands remained exactly where they had been—resting flat against the arms of the chair. He let you hold onto him, let you lean your weight against his chest, but he offered no physical help in return. 

“P-please,” you whispered in a plea, voice shaking and whiny with the desperate ache between your legs. You squeezed his shoulders, knuckles turning white as you looked down at him. “It's not enough …please, Hongjoong.”

Instead of reaching out to soothe you, Hongjoong slowly raised his arms, locking his fingers together behind his own neck as he leaned back against them, spreading his elbows wide. 

“You don't get to beg for more when you didn't listen earlier,” he scoffed. “You wanted to take your time, baby. Now you have all the time in the world. Figure it out.”

Though his words remain harsh, he subtly shifted his weight in the chair, angling his left leg and lifting his heel slightly so that the dense muscles of his thigh flexed hard beneath you. As he moved, the heavy fabric of his slacks crinkled and bunched up, forming thick ridges of folded cloth directly beneath your aching core. 

You let out a sharp gasp as the rigid folds of fabric pressed right against your clit, rough and intense. Unable to help yourself, you let out a broken whine and began to slide your hips forward, grinding your wetness directly against the flexed muscle of his thigh, your hands grabbing his shoulders even tighter for leverage. 

“Look how easily you move for me when you actually want something. Such a good, needy girl, working so hard on my leg,” he whispered, his eyes dark and fixed entirely on the movement of your hips. 

The heat of his thigh through the fabric was dizzying. With every desperate roll of your pelvis, the creases of his trousers brushed right against your folds, milking the slick moisture from your pussy. You couldn't help the quiet, desperate whines escaping your throat, your head falling back as you focused entirely on the friction. 

“Fuck, baby. You're drenching my slacks,” Hongjoong murmured, his voice thick and laced with arousal. “Making such a mess of my clothes.”

Your bare thighs framed his dark trousers, your fevered skin flushed a deep crimson. Your own slick smeared wetly across the creased cotton, soaking through the material to create a heavy, spreading stain that clung to the shape of his thigh. 

Every time you pushed your hips down, you could see the wet reflection of your own arousal shining in the dim light of the room. Hongjoong was staring intently too, letting out a low, shaky breath at the sight. 

“Yeah, just like that.” His eyes burned as they watched you ruin his clothes. “Show me how wet you are, baby.”

Hongjoong was perfectly still from the waist up, yet his dazed eyes were fixated on every desperate, rolling rhythm of your hips. 

You let out a broken, high-pitched gasp when the rough seams of his slacks caught precisely against your clit in a friction that had your mind swimming with pleasure. 

“H-Hongjoong,” you whimpered, your head dropping onto his shoulder as you continued to grind down at the same spot with a frantic, desperate speed. The scent of his sweet cologne mixed with the day's labor and sweat made your brain turn to mush. “Please—ah—touch me…”

A low rumble of disapproval started in his throat. He tilted his head slightly, his soft lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, “No.” The word was firm and absolute. “I told you. You wanted to play by your own rules, so now you have to work for it.”

The denial shouldn't have felt this good, this exhilarating. But you couldn't stop the moan clawing in your throat as you moved in fast, desperate circles. The friction was starting to burn against your skin, but you were so close, you couldn't stop. 

You couldn't stop even as you felt your strength falter, thighs heavy and weak as you let out a soft, defeated cry. 

“P-please…” you breathed out into the crook of his neck. “My legs …I can't.”

“Giving up already?” teased Hongjoong. “You were so bold earlier when you locked your jaw. Now you're sad you have to do a little work?”

You shook your head against his shoulder, a frustrated tear slipping down your cheek to join the slick moisture already cooling on your skin, finding yourself mindlessly trying to wipe it away. 

"I'm not giving up," you insisted, your fingers tightening in the fabric of his vest. "I just …I need you to hold me. Just hold my waist."

"You want me to hold you so you can rest," he stated, his eyes tracking the way your bare shoulders shook in the dim light. "But you don't deserve to rest yet, baby. You haven't finished what you started."

Instead of bringing his hands down to comfort you, Hongjoong shifted his hips underneath you. The sudden movement of his thigh flexing upward caught you completely off guard.

You let out a sharp, loud gasp as the hard ridge of his leg pressed impossibly deeper into your swollen center. Before you could pull back, he tilted his pelvis, his leg shifting in a deliberate circle beneath you. The friction was dragging through your pooled wetness with a force that made your toes curl.

"H-Hongjoong! Ah—" you cried out, your hands desperately clutching his shoulders as you tried to lift yourself up, trying to escape the sudden overwhelming heat.

He kept his hands locked behind his head, using the strength of his thighs to dictate the movement, shifting his leg up and down, forcing the rough, soaked fabric of his slacks to grind repeatedly against you. "You wanted me to touch you, but I like my hands right where they are. You're going to take this instead."

Every time his thigh flexed, it pushed you higher, forcing your body to bend and slide over the damp, creased cotton. The wetness you had left on his slacks now worked against you, making the surface slick enough for him to rub you with a relentless, dizzying precision.

Your head fell back, your throat exposed and tight as you let out a series of broken cries. Hongjoong watched your face through heavy eyelids, his breathing turning into a series of rough pants, his neck flushed a deep, burning red. 

"Look at me," he commanded, voice strained and tight. "Open your eyes, baby. Look at what you're doing to my leg."

Through a blur of tears, you forced your eyes open, looking down to see your own bare hips shaking violently as they were forced to grind against his soaked slacks.

The wet cotton of them dragged ruthlessly over your folds with every slow, deliberate shift of his lower body, driving the heat straight up to your chest until you could barely draw air.

"H-Hongjoong, please …I’m going to—" Your voice broke, cutting off into a high, desperate sob. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders, your nails digging deep into the fabric of his vest as your thighs shook violently.

"I know," he rasped, his voice dropping into a strained groan. 

His own composure was faltering as his hips bucked upward in a sudden, sharp motion, forcing his thigh deep against your swollen clit. "Right there, baby. Don't you dare close your eyes."

You forced your eyes open, your vision blurry with tears of frustration and pleasure. Through the haze, you locked onto his own burning gaze.

With one final, relentless roll of his pelvis, a loud, shattered cry tore from your throat, your back arching as your entire body went completely rigid. Your muscles squeezed frantically, pulsing in tight, helpless spasms against his leg, milking yourself over his thigh as you rode out your release.

Hongjoong stayed perfectly still, taking in the full, shaking weight of your finish. A sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips, eyes softening just a fraction as he looked down at your flushed, trembling body.

When your frantic breathing finally began to slow and your hips slumped weakly, completely exhausted, against his lap, he slowly brought his arms down from his head.

Hongjoong gently cupped your face with one hand, his thumb wiping away a stray tear from your cheek. "Look at the mess you made," he said softly, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips as his gaze drifted down to his ruined slacks.

Your forehead was still pressed into the crook of his neck, your shallow breaths puffing warm against his collarbone. The adrenaline was slowly ebbing away, leaving only a quiet, comforting peace in the room.

The second your weight fully settled, his arms came around your waist, his large hands flat against your lower back. He didn't squeeze tightly—he just held you close, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles over your skin to help quiet your lingering shivers.

"My poor baby," he cooed, his voice losing all of its previous commanding weight.

It was soft now, light and full of a fond warmth. He leaned his head sideways, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the side of your neck, then another right behind your ear. "You worked so hard, didn't you? Look at how you're shaking."

You let out a tiny, embarrassed whine, burying your face deeper into his shoulder.

A soft, genuine giggle rumbled in his chest, the vibration warm against your front. He tilted his head back slightly, trying to look at your face, but you refused to lift your head, clinging to his vest like a koala.

"Hey, look at me," he teased gently, his fingers sliding up to cup your jaw and tilt your face up.

When you finally peeked at him through your eyelashes, your cheeks flushed a bright red, Hongjoong’s eyes crinkled at the corners. He let out another quiet, affectionate laugh, leaning forward to pepper your face with tiny, sweet kisses—one on your forehead, one on the tip of your wet nose, and several soft, smacking ones right on your lips

"You did so well," he praised against your mouth, his thumb gently wiping away a dry smudge of his own release from your cheek. "So beautiful. You took everything I gave you and you still managed to ruin me, you stubborn little thing."

He leaned back just a fraction, his hands sliding down to your hips to help support you as you sat on his lap. As he shifted, the cold, wet dampness of his slacks pressed against your inner thighs again.

Hongjoong looked down, his eyes landing on the dark, massive wet stain completely soaking through the fabric of his trousers.

He let out an amused laugh, his shoulders shaking. "Oh, my god," he giggled, poking the damp spot on his thigh with his index finger, then looking back up at you with wide, teasing eyes. "You really did soak my pants. You completely drenched me, you little menace."

"Don't laugh," you mumbled, your face burning as you tried to hide your face back in his neck.

"I'm not laughing, I'm proud," he laughed, wrapping his arms securely around your naked back and squeezing you tight against him.

He slid his hands down to the backs of your thighs, gently lifting you so you could adjust your posture. He pulled you even higher up his torso, wrapping your legs around it to lock you into a warm, naked embrace against his chest. His fingers began to trace the sensitive line of your spine, his nails lightly scratching your lower back in slow, gentle lines.

"Really, baby," he whispered, his voice soft as he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes shining with pure adoration. "You have no idea how beautiful you looked."

You let out a soft, pleased hum, your hands sliding up to cup his jaw, your thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones. He leaned into your touch immediately, closing his eyes and pressing a warm, lingering kiss into the palm of your hand.

"I love how much you want me," he whispered against your skin, his hands sliding back up to hold your shoulder blades, pulling you in until there was no space left between you. "Even when you're being a stubborn little brat, you're still my good girl. You did so amazing today. I'm so proud of you."

He rocked you slowly from side to side in the chair, running his fingers through your hair, gently untangling the messy, damp strands where he had held you so tightly earlier, taking his time to soothe every inch of your scalp.

"Come here," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then I'm wrapping you in a blanket and holding you for the rest of the night. Sounds good?"

——————————————————-

“Are you sure this is safe?” You mumbled into the receiver of your cell phone to your best friend.

“Yes! Don’t be so dramatic.” She yelled loudly back at you, the loud sounds of the club music behind her.

“But it’s not even at a dispensary or anything. It’s a damn house! You really expect me to just go up to this guys door and just.. ask him to sell me fucking weed?” You run your hand through your hair in stress, sinking deeper into the seat of your car.

“Our dispensary got raided and shut down. Yoongi says this guy is legit. He buys from him all the time. Hey! Stop it-“ she giggled, probably getting teased by some guy who she had buying her drinks.

“Yeah but Yoongi is a guy. I’m all by myself-“

“Hey babes I gotta go.” She giggled again, her voice seeming distant now as it faded into the music in the background. “Just go get your drugs and chill the fuck out for the rest of the night. You’ll be fine.”

“Fine.” You sighed. “Love you.”

“Love you! Bye!”

After the line went dead you sat in silence for a moment, staring at the long walk to the front door before you finally decided it was now or never. You got out of your car and walked up the driveway, rehearsing what you would say in your head before you got to the entrance to make sure it came out right. However, as soon as the door opened before you could even knock, all your words seem to fail you.

“You’ve been sitting outside for 15 minutes. What do you want?” A tall man with a deep voice confronted you. His voice was not angry but definitely suspicious. His towering stature made you freeze where you stood.

“I-uh. I’m sorry. I was on a phone call.” You stuttered, your voice weak and fear very apparent.

“Okay. But, what are you here for.” He asked again. His voice was still flat. Even. His mood a bit unreadable. You couldn’t see his face fully as his porch light was burned out, possibly left unchanged on purpose.

“I’m looking for Namjoon? My friend- I mean, my friends friend named Yoongi has come here before apparently to see him-“ you started to explain a bit too frantically before the man standing before you cut you off with a sigh.

“Come inside.” The man stepped back and into the light, revealing a breathtakingly handsome face that made your brain stop for a solid second before the words he just said register.

“Inside the house?” You said, your voice a slight octave higher than before.

“You want to buy weed right?” He asked, an eyebrow cocked up in confusion.

“Yes but-“

“Then come inside. You’re drawing attention from the neighbors.” He told you with his jaw tight, his voice a bit more rushed. You stepped inside without a second thought, the door closing and locking behind you. “Follow me.”

You followed him through the house and to the living room where there was a rolling tray and pre-rolled joints lined up. On the other side of the table, baggies of dark green nuggets were lined up in rows very obviously by weight. This was where the dealer did his work, weighing everything precisely.

“Take a seat on the couch.” He told you, dipping out of the room and leaving you alone. You sat on the soft cushions and placed your hands in your lap, almost as if you were waiting to be scolded. After a moment, you pulled your skirt down as far as it could go. Suddenly feeling like it was much too short to be where you were. You felt awkward, a bit scared still, but more so eager to just get this whole interaction over with. Soon, the same man appeared again with two bottles of water in his hand and a joint tucked behind his ear. He held out a bottle to you which you took hesitantly.

“How long until Namjoon gets here?” You asked, trying your best to be quiet. The man let out a soft chuckle, his face softening for the first time since you met.

“That would be me.” He said simply, taking a sip of his water while he eyed you cautiously. You felt instant embarrassed, a heat covering her cheeks instantly at the realization.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “You must think I’m an idiot.”

“No. I didn’t really introduce myself.” He shrugged. “But typically, I don’t have to. Customers aren’t normally interested in formalities.”

“Yoongi knew your name. It seems he is interested in formalities with you.” You challenge him only slightly which makes him smirk.

“Yoongi has been a customer for a long time. One of my first. He’s earned that right.”

“And I haven’t? He’s the one who gave me your contact. Shouldn’t that give me some sort of credit?”

“It should.” He admitted. “However, you’re acting as if this is your first drug deal. Have you even smoked weed before?”

“Of course I have.” You laughed. “I just normally go to a shop. You know, something a bit more “formal.” But the one I frequent just got shut down and I had to re-up. So, here I am.”

“Formal but just as illegal.” Namjoon laughs, highly amused. “So, you’re just acting strange because you’re buying from my house?”

You shrug, annoyed that he’s making your rational fear seem so simple.

“I’m not a killer. I won’t hurt you. You want weed and I sell it. Simple as that.”

“And is it normal for you to bring your customers inside the house you sell from?” You press him, your voice thick in annoyance.

“No.” He said flatly. “But, like I said, you had been outside for over 15 minutes and my neighbors are the nosy type. Typically my customers come up, tell me exactly what they want, and get on their way.”

“If your neighbors are nosy why hasn’t your whole operation been blown up yet?”

“I’m quite charming, believe it or not.” He smiled a breathtaking smile, one that would have knocked you off your feet if you were standing up. “And they think I’m selling workout supplements. Pre-workout.”

“I mean, you’re pretty buff. I’d believe it.” You say without thinking which makes him raise his brow.

“Is that so?”

“I’m just.. making an observation. It’s obviously true since that lie has worked out for you this far.” You shrugged, settling down into his couch in embarrassment.

“I only tease.” Namjoon chuckles lightly and raises his hand to take the joint that was tucked behind his ear into his fingers. “Why don’t you share this with me?”

“Oh, uh-“

“I’m still not convinced you smoke, you know.” He smirks. “I’m not here to pressure you. I’m just simply offering.”

You knew you shouldn’t. You were alone with a man you didn’t know. A dealer, no less. In a house you had never been to. The conversation you had with him had been minimal but you still felt no real threat, maybe even a bit disarmed by his inciting looks so, you agreed. He joined you on the couch and brought the joint up to his lips, lighting it and taking the first hit before handing it off to you.

“I was wrong about you, it seems.” He said pleasantly surprised as he watched you take an experienced, long, drag of the pre-roll. You smirked as you exhaled the puff of smoke into the air.

“I tried to tell you. I’m not an amateur.”

“You could have fooled me. It looked as if you were about to run out the front door any second.” Both of you laughed, the effects of the weed starting to set it the more you passed the joint back and forth.

“I’m by myself coming into some strangers house to buy drugs. Men might be able to do that without any worry but women can’t.” You explained to him once more.

“I might be a dealer but I’m no monster. I can control myself, even around beautiful women.” He said which made your stomach flutter and cheeks burn hot. “But, since you did come to buy from me, what exactly are you here for?”

“Oh, right.” You giggle, head a bit fuzzy but not entirely gone. “I need a 1/2 ounce and I’ll take 2 pre-rolls.”

“You got it. I’ll pack it up for you.” He nodded, taking the last hit of the joint and looking extremely sexy doing it. A view that almost made your mouth water.

“Actually, can we make it three pre-rolls so we can smoke one more?” You asked him, feeling a bit brave. Namjoon smiled, nodding and picked up another to light.

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After smoking the second joint, it was fair to say you were properly stoned and so was he. The air in his living room was smokey and thick. Namjoon had neatly packaged your order and now you were rummaging through your bag, looking for your wallet.

“Just one second.” You told him, brows furrowed as you pushed aside all the clutter. Promising yourself you’d clean out all the unnecessary junk the next day.

“No problem.” He mumbled as he sat next to you, tapping his foot in a bit of impatience.

“I swear it’s here. I just had it yesterday-“ you said, suddenly cutting it off as you realized the day before you had put your wallet in your other purse. Your body turned rigid, you suddenly felt cold. “Fuck.”

“It’s $120.” Namjoon said, repeating the total he told you earlier. His voice monotone again, just as it was when you first met at the door. All business. The warmth gone.

“Do you take Apple Pay? Or any.. digital payment?” You asked him softly, your voice so low it was just hardly louder than a whisper. You didn’t look up at him yet, eyes still looking at the empty bottom of your purse.

“Cash only.” He said flatly. Of course it was. All dispensaries were like that too. It was untraceable. Safer. A concept you hoped to still have hold in once you told Namjoon the sad truth.

“I uh, I left my wallet in my other bag.” You said, voice small. “I just need to go home and I’ll be right back-“

“You don’t have the money?” He asked you flatly, no emotion in his voice. Your eyes finally raised to look at him and you found him staring down at you, his tongue pressed into the side of his cheek, his eyebrows raised in shock.

“I do. Just, not with me. I just need to go get it-“

“Do you think I’m fucking stupid or something?” He let out a single laugh, one with no humor behind it whatsoever. “Do you really think I believe you’ll come back after you leave?”

“You have my word. I swear.”

“I don’t even know you. This is our first time meeting, remember?” He scoffed. “You come here, smoke my weed for free, and think you can just leave without paying?”

“Namjoon I swear I didn’t mean to! My wallet is in my other bag. I can pay you I just don’t have the cash-“ You quit speaking, suddenly terrified as Namjoon towered over your body where you sat on the couch.

“You’re going to pay. One way or another.” He said, his voice deep with an underlying tone. You were suddenly very aware of his close proximity, his crotch close to your face which made his underlying statement very clear. It could have just been the weed but, you felt yourself began to throb between your legs at just the thought.

“I can just go get it real quick.” You tried asking one more time. “Please.”

“You’re too high to drive. It’s dangerous.” He smirked, almost mocking you with concern. “You should stay here for a while anyway.”

You felt your mouth go dry and your pulse quicken, your eyes flickering between his crotch that was right in front of you and up to Namjoon’s face. You knew there was not a lot you could do here. Run? He’d catch you. Call the police? You were here to buy drugs, they’d arrest you too. But the most disappointing thing of all was you felt almost excited by his solution, growing damp between your thighs. So much so you could feel the cotton of your panties sticking to the folds of your cunt.

“I thought- I thought you said you weren’t a monster.” You gulped, making him chuckle.

“I’m not.” He sighed. “But I am a business man. A dealer. And I always paid. One way or another.”

Namjoon brought his hand down in front of him and grabbed his now semi-hard cock in his hand. The length that outlined through the fabric of his sweatpants made your eyes widen in both lust and intimidation. Slowly, his hand started to stroke himself. Your eyes were hypnotized as you watched his long slender fingers rub himself over the cotton.

“If you were anybody else, this would have ended differently.” He explained, his voice pulling your eyes away from his cock and back to his. “I don’t take fondly to those who steal from me.”

“I promise I didn’t-“ you start to plea again but he shushes you.

“I know.” He smirks. “I’m your first real dealer. In a dispensary you could have just walked out but here? After smoking my product? There’s lessons to be learned. If you were a guy, you’d be beaten and bloody right now.”

You swallowed hard, a shiver running down your spine at his words. By the sheer size of him you could tell Namjoon could do some real damage to somebody.

“But, lucky for you, you’re a beautiful girl. And I’m interested in a trade.”

“A blow job for two joints?” You scowled yet still remained wet in your underwear.

“Don’t make me sound so crewel.” He said, now using his hand to push his pants and boxers down, revealing himself to you. His large cock bouncing in the air a few times as if to mock you before settling in front of your eyes. He was impressively long as he was thick. A cock perfectly matched to his built body and handsome face. “I’m trying to teach you a valuable lesson. And, by the looks of how you’re squirming in your seat, you’re wanting me to teach it to you.”

“So, what? I have no choice but to suck you off?” You gasped at his accusation, trying to play off the fact he was correct.

“Don’t worry, baby. If you’re good, I’ll make you cum too.”

You bit your bottom lip, failing completely to hide how that statement affected you. Namjoon smirked, taking his cock in his hand and jerking it off slowly.

“Come on baby, time to pay your debt.”

You scooted up to the edge of the couch and placed your hand on his cock, taking over the movements his hand was doing. Namjoon hissed as your soft skin enveloped him, your silk palm and fingers stroking his long length at a slow pace to begin.

“You can do better than that.” Namjoon mumbled, yet his eyelids fluttered shut at your touch. You brought your other hand up beneath him, cupping his balls gently which made him groan and hips buck forward. The hand that stroked him picked up pace, your wrist twisting as it moved up and down, periodically stroking over his swollen head with the pad of your thumb.

“Fuck- I knew you were holding out on me.” Namjoon grunted through his teeth. “Let me feel your mouth, beautiful.”

You did as you were told, looking up at Namjoon as you lowered your lips down onto his swollen tip, enveloping it into your lips and swirling your tongue around it. He groaned deeply, a sound so pornographic you felt yourself clench around nothing, urging you to take him deeper down your throat to hear him make the sound over and over again.

He was too big to take into your throat fully. Whatever you could not fit you covered with your hand, having it follow you as you bobbed up and down against his length as you listened to the satisfied groans above you. Your tongue gliding you up and down against his veined shaft, licking off salty pre-cum that leaked from his head. The flavor had you humming around him in satisfaction, the vibrations driving him crazy and straight towards his climax.

“Fuck- you’re gonna make me cum.” He grunted, his hand moving to the back of your head to lace his fingers in your hair. “Sucking my cock like such a good fucking girl.”

You pressed your thighs together tightly, trying your best to put the fire out that Namjoon’s cock, words, and the weed had set inside of you. Your hands and head moving a bit faster, his hand guiding your head quicker onto him, but never forceful. Soon, he finished in your mouth, his salty release pouring on your tongue like a reward that you swallowed willingly until there was no more. Namjoon grunted and gasped, hips twitching and bucking as you got every last drop of him.

“Shit! Fuck- okay.” He hissed, pulling you off of him gently, smoothing your hair “God, that was.. fuck that was good.”

“Is my debt paid?” You asked, your voice slightly hoarse.

“Yes.” He nodded. “But please, let me return the favor.”

Before you could make up your mind if you wanted that, Namjoon kneeled in front of you. The sight itself of him before you made the decision easy for you to settle on. He placed his hands on your thighs and gently parted them, your skirt falling open and revealing your soaked cotton panties that clung to every fold of your soaked cunt. The white fabric practically see-through now.

“Fuck. Are you sure you didn’t come with the intention to pay me in this way?” He practically whined, running his long fingers over the damp fabric. The sensation had your thighs raising off the cushions and your lip pulled between your teeth as you stifled a moan.

“I didn’t.” You gasped softly as he continued to run his fingertips up and down your contours. “But I’m starting to think it was a happy accident.”

“Me too.” He smirked. Then, to your surprise, he moved both his hands to the neckline of your top and pulled it down in an aggressive yank, exposing both your breasts. They poured out in front of him, the neckline of your shirt and padding of your bra beneath pushing them up nicely in front of them. Your hard nipples on full display, hardening instantly from the rush of cool air.

“A beautiful thing, aren’t you?” He mumbled mainly to himself, reaching up to take hold of your breasts, one in each hand. His grasp was warm but his hands slightly rough and calloused. He massaged your soft skin slowly, brushing his thumb across the very tip of your nipples, as he peeked up at you to watch you take shallow breaths as the pleasure spread down your body and to your core. The sensation feeling ten times what it would if you were sober.

Namjoon brought his mouth up to your right breast, taking your hard tip into his mouth and suckled on it gently. His tongue flicking over the tip in teasing laps. Your other nipple was being tweaked by his fingers. Fingertips and nails scraping over the sensitive peak in a way you’ve never experienced before. The sensations from both types of stimulation making you squirm while moans spilled from your parted lips. Down below you could feel your cunt pulsate, your clit throbbing and swelling up so much you swear you could cum with a single touch. Namjoon knew it too.

“I could probably make you cum like this.” He told you after popping his lips off your now-puffy and swollen bud. You didn’t argue with him, knowing he was right. All you could do was roll your hips into nothing and relish in his touch. “The weed will do that to do. Heighten every sense. Every touch. I bet you’re dying to cum.”

“Yes.” You whimpered, looking at him with pleading eyes as his fingers continued to play with your nipples. “Please.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make you cum.” He practically purred with his deep voice. “But not like this.”

He sat upright, this time dragging his hands down your sides and hooking them into the waistband of your skirt and panties before shimmying them off of you. You lifted your hips to assist him and soon you were naked from the waist down in front of this near stranger. And you were dripping as he kneeled in front of you, gawking at your glistening folds.

“I’m going to make you cum on my tongue. Twice if you’re good.” He told you, licking his lips in hunger. “Do you think you’ll be good for me?”

Your voice was caught in your throat so you simply nodded, maybe a bit more eagerly than you should have. It made Namjoon almost giggle.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now, be a good girl for me and put those knees on my shoulders, yeah?”

You gently placed your legs on either side of his shoulders which he grabbed not as gently, using them to drag you to the very edge of the couch. You yelped in surprise which he enjoyed, chuckling darkly as he placed wet kisses on the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. His lips kept getting higher and higher and kisses turned into soft nips of his teeth, ones that had you lifting your ass off the furniture beneath you.

Finally, his face hovered right over your sex. He paused briefly to meet your gaze, to make sure you were watching him. And once he was sure you were, he gave you a devilish smile before diving his face down into your soaking cunt.

Namjoon’s tongue made contact with you first. He laid his heavy muscle flat against your sex and dragged it towards through your folds until it landed on your swollen clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, before dragging it back down again to repeat the same path. You let out small gasps of pleasure, absentmindedly grinding your cunt against his tongue for more stimulation.

“Riding my face already? I’ve only just started.” He teased you when he came up for air, his lips listening in your arousal.

“I’m sorry. It just feels so fucking good.” You moaned, rolling your hips up into nothing as you hoped to meet his mouth once again.

“Don’t apologize.” He laughed softly. “So polite for a girl who came here empty handed.”

Namjoon placed his mouth back against you. This time, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking on it while his tongue lapped against the suctioned nerve for an intense surge of pleasure. Your back arched off the couch and you moaned loudly from the sudden change of intensity, your thighs tightening around his head like a vice as he continued.

“Fuck! Namjoon-“ you grabbed onto his hair roughly and then ripped your hand away, afraid you had crossed a line. However, his hand found yours and brought it back to the top of his head, urging you to pull at his locks. Your eyes grew wide as you stared down at him devouring you, his mouth slurping up every drop of arousal that continued to drip out of you. The sounds so loud and messy that, if you were entirely consumed by the pleasure he was giving, you may be embarrassed by them.

“You’re so fucking sweet.” He pulls off of your clit with a ‘pop’ of his lips to tell you, your wetness dripping from his chin. “Let’s see how well you take my fingers hmm?”

“Fuck, I think I’ll- oh shit!” His mouth was on your clit again, his tongue ravaging it like a starved man when you felt the tips of two fingers start to circle your entrance. You whimpered pathetically as they teased and prodded you, not yet entering inside. As Namjoon continued to lick your pussy you felt your orgasm begin to build, especially quickly now that his fingers brushed against your hole, teasing to fill you. He could feel you clenching around nothing as you silently begged for his fingers to be pushed inside. But, he wanted you to beg him with your words.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered against your sex, licking your clit once after his sentence was done to watch you whimper. You felt shy, shaking your head but trying your best to pull his back to your pussy. But he remained still and unmoving, sliding his fingers away from your throbbing hole while you whined in protest. “If you want to be filled then you better beg.”

“Please.” You gasped, your voice coming out in a tone so sultry you yourself didn’t recognize it. “Please put your finger inside of me. Make me cum around them.”

“Fuck.” Namjoon’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head hearing your words, his cock growing rock hard again under him. You felt his fingers drag their way back to your entrance where they were before. “Since you asked so nicely, pretty girl. You’ll get anything you want.”

It all happened so quickly due to how worked up and high you were. With his tongue back on your clit and his fingers finally pressed inside of you, you came hard around his two digits without him even having to move them. With your head thrown back and thighs pressed against Namioon’s ears in a vice, you came around his fingers and on his tongue while you screamed his name. He hummed while he licked up every drop of your orgasm, never ceasing even as he struggled to breathe from the hold your thighs had around him. He loved every second and wanted to push you even further, remembering his promise of a second orgasm.

You finally started to settle from your climax, becoming a bit sensitive under his tongue as he continued to lick you. You tried to push his head away but he fought against your protests. His hand securing itself to your hip while his other remained inside of you.

“Namjoon, it’s too much. I just came-“ you gasped, getting cut off as you suddenly felt the fingers inside of you start to move inside your sensitive walls. Your mouth hung open in a silent cry and your head fell back against the cushions as you fell captive to his pleasure, giving yourself to him as he worked your pussy again. His fingers dragging out sounds of sloppy wetness that could make anyone blush.

“That’s it. Give me another one.” He cooed at you, moving his wrist faster, pulling his fingers in and out at a quicker and quicker pace. The pleasure was white-hot and had your cheeks and lips trembling. You could form no words, only soft gasps escaped in their place. And then, with the curve of his fingertips into your g-spot, you came a second time.

“Fuuuck. What a good fucking girl.” He cooed at you while he watched you convulse, your walls pulsating around his fingers while you creamed around them. When you were finished and clenching no more, he pulled them out of you and licked them clean. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen.

“I should go into debt with you more often.” You said with a bit of a gasp still behind your words as you struggled to recover. Namjoon smirked and helped you lift your legs off his shoulders to finally free him before standing up in front of you. It was then you saw his cock was hard again. You bit your lip and looked up at him and found him looking at you with a mischievous look in his eye.

“The blowjob bought you the two blunts you smoked with me.” He told you. “But, I know you came for more than just a smoke sesh.”

You smirked, knowing exactly where he was going with this. You sat up straight on the couch and took off your shirt you still had partly on, leaving you fully naked in front of him to let you know your mind was in the same place. He smiled back at you and started to undress himself as well while keeping eye contact, dropping each article of clothing one by one until he was naked himself.

Namjoon was built like a god. His chest was built and chiseled and his thighs were thick and muscular, built to lift and carry. No wonder he fronted as somebody who sold workout supplements. You stood up and walked closer to him, running your hands over his toned chest. He shuttered under your touch. He was practically perfect in every physical way. And you wanted him to ruin you.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked you hesitantly, eyebrow raised as he studied your reaction.

“Now you’re suddenly worried about being polite?” You asked him in amusement.

“I’m complicated.” He mumbled with a hint of a smile on his lips before he roughly pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was not romantic in the slightest. It was hungry and passionate, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth and finding yours while his fingers found their way to your hair to hold you in place. You moaned deeply into his mouth as you found your pace that matched his. Both of your hands roamed around each others bodies gripping at each other like feral animals, teeth pulling at each others lips and nipping at necks until finally Namjoon couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Let me fuck you.” He growled against your neck, his teeth grazing you and making your shiver.

“How do you want me?” You asked him, ready to obey.

“I want to take you from behind.” He told you. With a swift spin of your body, he turned you around to face the couch but walked you around to the side. “Grab onto the arm.”

You bent over and held onto the upholstered fabric of the couch and felt Namjoon’s hand bending you down even further, his hand pressing down between your shoulder blades and his other hand at your hip to hold you in place. He placed a foot between yours and used it to spread you wide and then took a step back to take in the view in front of him.

“God, you’re worth every fucking penny I’m not getting in my pocket today.” He groaned and slid a condom onto his thick cock before lining himself up with your entrance. You could feel his mushroom tip pressing against you and you braced yourself for his girth, knowing he would stretch you wide. And as he dug his fingers into your hips and slowly pushed himself into you inch by inch you couldn’t help but let out a wanton moan as your cunt swallowed him up to his balls.

“You’re going to take my cock like a good girl, right?” Namjoon’s strangled voice asked you as he nestled inside of you, waiting for you to get used to his size.

“Yes. Like a good girl.” You whimpered, already feeling like you were going to pieces. You pushed yourself back onto him eagerly, wanting him to move. Your actions were met with a spank on your ass which made you yelp out in both pleasure and pain.

“I thought you said you’d be a good girl?” He chuckled, one of his hands clamping down on the back of your neck to hold you in place against his cock. “But it looks like you want to be fucked like a slut this time. I can do that too, you know. Do you want to be fucked like a slut?”

“Yes! Yes, please.” You whimpered pathetically. “I want it rough.”

“Oh, baby.” He chuckled. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Namjoon started to pound you from behind. His hand on your hip and neck pulling you back onto his thick cock ruthlessly as you cried out his name. His balls slapped against the front of your cunt, hitting your clit with just enough impact that it shot electricity up your spine. As he fucked you, your nipples brushed against the fabric of the couch. Every pleasure center in your body felt like it was on fire.

“Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like this?” Namjoon grunted through his teeth while he let another slap go down against your asscheek.

“Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Held onto the couch tighter as you felt yourself begin to rush toward your orgasm, clenching down hard around Namjoon’s cock which he could feel too. Taking his hand from your hip, he dragged it down in front of your body and between your thighs to your clit and began to rub you there while he pounded you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your mouth went slack, a silent cry coming out where his name should be.

“Come on baby. Cum on my cock like a good little whore. Give it to me.” He coaxed you, pounding you even harder until you finally broke. Your orgasm gushing out of you and onto his cock and floor. He pulled out of you in shock and watched as you continued to squirt as aftershocks of your orgasm hit you, your thighs shaking as you continued to cum.

“Fuck, you’re like a fucking dream.” He laughed only once in complete disbelief. Then walked towards you to help you stand and turn to face him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” You panted, your head spinning from your sexual high.

“Good. Because I need to see that again and I need to cum too.” He smiled darkly and lifted you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his torso instinctively.

“Namjoon please, I can’t.” You begged him. “I’m so tired-“ He cut you off by pressing your bare back against the wall and his lips to yours. You kissed him back without any hesitation, but wary of your ability to continue.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He told you when he finally broke the kiss. He shifted his grip around you where his arms were holding you under your thighs, and lifted you up and back down onto his waiting cock. You gasped loudly into his mouth which he swallowed in a kiss before breaking it once more. “I’ll do all the work. You just have to enjoy it.”

He used his strong arms to lift you up and down onto his cock, your back resting against the wall of his living room. Both of you panting and gasping for air, kissing and swallowing moans as he bounced you on his cock with his impressive strength. Your cunt, used and sensitive, clenching around him and milking him until he was at his brink.

“You’re so tight. Your pussy is going to make me fucking cum.” He groaned in your ear as he pressed you up harder against the wall, rutting into you with a now uneven thrust. His pace getting quicker and more rough as he got closer.

“Take what’s yours. Take what I owe you.” You whimpered to him simply but your voice shaking as you felt another orgasm building for yourself, the feeling getting stronger each time he lifted you with his arms and dropped you down onto his cock. Finally, with one brutal drop down onto him, you released another gush of liquid onto him with a scream as you squirted onto his cock while you gripped tightly to his shoulders.

“Oh fuck-“ He shuttered and released into the condom, your orgasm sending him over the edge. He pressed you up against the wall and that’s where you both stayed for a while, both panting in each other’s ears as you caught your breath, until he grew soft inside of you.

“You’re going to put me out of business.” He told you after he had placed you on your feet and both of you had redressed. Your order was now in your purse, not necessarily free of charge but, yours.

“So, you’re saying I’m not banned from your establishment?” You joked and he laughed.

“No. I would say not. Not yet at least.”

“Well, next time I promise I’ll have money. Cash.” You tell him confidently, shaking your head again at your rookie mistake but also still a bit glad you made it. Namjoon walked up to you and gently took your chin in his hand, lifting it up so you’d look at him. Your breath caught in your throat immediately.

“Baby, if we fuck like that every time you come over here, you’ll never have to pay me for anything as long as you’re my customer.” He told you with a serious tone.

“Hmm.” You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him with false innocence. “Is that so?”

“Mhm.” He nodded. “How does that sound?”

“Deal.” You smirked, pulling away from him and turning around to leave. However, not before grabbing another pre-roll and sticking it behind your ear. Namjoon raised his brow, ready to question you but you spoke before he could.

“Put it on my tab.” You smirked and headed for the door. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

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So, maybe that’s how you end up like this. Thighs quivering, your fingers gripping onto the corner of the bedsheet as Jin kept your hips tilted up. His strong thighs smack into the back of yours while his pelvis hits the curve of your ass over and over again. He's pounding the entire length of his cock into your pretty pussy without remorse, grumbling under his breath, while digging his fingertips into the soft squish of your hips.

He's punching out every garbled whine from your glossy lips as he quite literally fucks you into the mattress. Making you take everything with a, “Might be old, but I can still fuck you stupid.” It's a mean taunt that makes your gummy walls squeeze his shaft in tremors. The heat in your lower stomach twisted as you felt his breath on the back of your neck, his lips caressing the slope of your shoulder as you moaned.

You didn’t need to look at Jin to know he was smirking. The filthy wet “plap, plap, plap” sounds of your sweet pussy taking his cock were enough to stroke his ego and make his dick throb. He was rubbing his cock deliciously along your velvety walls as he fucked you like he was mad at you.

And you guess he just might be. Just a little, if so, and you knew exactly where you went wrong.

You had been with Jin for a while now, giggling along to the chaos all his friends brought when the seven of them got together, and shaking your head in amusement as they kept the jokes coming. They'd drag each other through the mud with cheeky grins and raised eyebrows, trying to one-up the other before someone was in tears with laughter.

And you hadn’t meant to laugh when the joke was used against Jin, but when the topic changed, you had barely registered the jab Jungkook said before you giggled.

He had said something about you dressing up this year as a nurse for Halloween, specifically a nursing assistant to squeeze just one more old joke at the expense of Jin, and you had laughed with a roll in your eyes because the truth was quite the opposite.

Jin may be the eldest in the friend group, but he was actually far from it mentally and physically. His nickname in group chats was “true maknae,” and he never failed to prove it with quick wit matched with a quicker laugh that was contagious to anyone who was around.

And for the physical part, well, you’d blush recounting the many times Jin showed just how spry he was behind closed doors with you.

His age really was just a number, so yes, you giggled, and Jungkook grinned - thinking you were laughing at his joke - while Jin’s eyes caught yours and sobered you up almost immediately. Just one look from him, and you knew you had fucked up.

“Why aren’t you laughing now, Baby?” Jin asked, and your eyes crossed lewdly when he leaned his weight on his hips, stuffing you full with a harder stroke that made your vision whiten. “All I can hear is this pretty pussy crying for more- begging for it, actually.“ His teeth gritted, and the suction of your drooling cunt made his hips stutter, proving his point.

You were so wet your arousal splashed each time his balls smacked into your puffy clit, sending you closer to the edge, literally, physically, and mentally. And you had a feeling that if you did fall face-first off the edge of the bed, it wouldn’t stop the lecherous strokes of his cock swabbing along your soft cervix. If anything, it’d give Jin a better angle to fuck you, and he huffed a delirious laugh as he rocked his hips forward while dragging you back to meet his obscene thrusts.

“Where you tryin' to go?” He teased, and your legs shook as your boyfriend clamped a large hand on the back of your neck, his palm digging between your shoulder blades to keep you from squirming away. “Don't turn away, your pussy doesn't want me to stop - heh- she’s slobbering all over me.”

And he wasn't wrong. The squelches of your pussy taking everything Jin gave only grew louder as your blush deepened on your cheeks, and your nails clawed at the bedsheets underneath you. “Oh! Jin, please, please!” It felt too good; you felt stupid. Your back naturally arched more, like a cat in heat, giving Jin a better angle to ruin you. "M'gonna cum, oh fuck-" Your gasps came up short, and your body jumped, trying to escape the delicious feeling of Jin's heavy cock bullying its way deeper.

But when you moved, so did he, following your fluttering cunt as you toppled over the edge of the bed. Your hands braced you on the floor, and Jin's hands clutched your hips, keeping your bottom half up on the bed with a bewildered laugh. "If you're gonna cum, it'll be on me, now stay still." He didn't even bother helping you up, just using the new angle to reach places you didn't know existed. "Let me feel ya'- that's it, open up for me just like that."

Your squeal gets ripped from your lips as he makes your toes curl in ecstasy. The rotund head of his cock kisses the back of your cunt with wads of precum, marking you deeper than before, and effectively making you cockdrunk. Your tongue lolls out, your eyes roll back, and Jin's grin is almost feral as he feels you clamp around him, gushing your orgasm all over his thick cock like he wanted.

He uses your sweet slick to keep pounding into you, listening to the way your pussy cries louder than your mouth as he fucks you through it. "Ah- jus' like that! Fuck! Keep going! Yes, yes!" Your words slur and your brain blanks as he abuses the soft, spongey spot inside you, rendering you speechless as he keeps going, as you asked.

You feel drool form at the corner of your lips, your thighs quivering as you barely hear Jin's praises. "Taking me so well. Feels like heaven, squeezing me like that, Baby." He huffs between grunts, sweat lining down his chest as he thrusts harder. The tufts of dark hair at his base were soaked with your arousal, and it only made him more cocky to see the way your pussy drooled for him.

He watched the way your pretty pussy slurped on his cock, creaming around his shaft, while his hands clutched the curves of your hips to keep you from fully falling off the bed. He was drunk off your pussy, delirious, and still riled up from before.

"Y'know what? I may be older, but you like that." He smirked, putting his body weight into each hefty roll of his hips. "No one younger can make you feel like this the way I can." It was a fact. He would make sure you would feel him hours later, whether by swirling his tip meanly against your cervix or by stuffing you full of his cum.

And he decided to do both.

" Gimme one more- jus' one more, Baby." Jin groans it like a mantra, brows furrowed, his bottom lip bitten in concentration as he reels his hips back before surging them forward again.

You were so warm and sloppy, dripping on him while he used you, and it really didn't take long before you were crying out his name - falling into your second orgasm with a squeal.

Your pretty pussy swallowed him to the hilt, fluttering around his shaft desperately while he grinded his hips into your ass, turning your brain into mush. And it was exactly what Jin needed to fall forward with a groan.

Your velvety walls milked his cock in waves, massaging his length and sending you both to the ground as he painted your weeping cunt white. His tip pulsed, spilling rope and after rope of his seed until you were filled to the brim, both of you relishing in the aftershocks of your orgasms.

And it takes you a few moments before you can unglue your tongue from the roof of your mouth, feeling like you ran a marathon. "I wasn't even laughing at you," you finally huffed, your heart racing in your ears.

Your words take a moment to process, and another moment for Jin to respond to. His age shows as he blinks. "What?"

"I was laughing at how wrong they were. You may be older, but only in age." You say with a roll of your eyes, grinning when Jin blinks again.

You think you will have to repeat yourself when he doesn't respond right away. But then he's rolling you both around until you're lying on top of him. Your back is to his chest, and your thighs are bracketing his legs when his hands slide down your soft body. One of his hands squeezes your breasts, while the other finds your clit, making you jolt as he places a kiss on the back of your neck.

"Well, good, take this as a reminder then." He hummed, and you felt the familiar heat pool in your lower stomach as he rubbed little hearts onto your sensitive clit. "Now show me just how much you like your men older."

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Your arms wrap tighter around yourself as another heavy gust of wind breezes by. Effortlessly, it sweeps a discarded plastic fast food wrapper further down the street, away from where you’re standing. Your fingers brush against the numberless goosebumps blossoming on your bare arms. The ends of your hair tickle your skin as it moves with the invisible force, grazing your shoulders and back. 

  Your chin trembles. Though not as vigorously as before, as now it’s only because of the chilled air and not anymore from your tears. Tears that dried with the wind on your cheeks, leaving behind messy streaks of mixed makeup that you spent over an hour perfecting. You can’t wait to wash your face clean.

Numerous cars speed past, music blaring through the open windows, their horns beeping. Across the street, a group of intoxicated girls around your age surrounds a stray cat, cooing and giggling as they snap countless photos, stumbling over themselves but never falling. Nearby on a short brick wall, a couple sits cuddled together, enjoying each other’s company over a shared ice cream cone. The street is littered with people all around, yet you don’t hear anything, just static filling your ears 

The restless thoughts crowding your mind drown out the sounds of the bustling street around you. 

How could such a perfect night have gone so terribly wrong?

How could he do this to you? 

How dare he do this to you, again?

Before your mind could spiral any further into a pit of distress, your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an approaching car. The hum of the tires sounded so close you couldn't ignore it. When you lift your head to see, the relief of familiarity washes over you. 

An all-black BMW, your best friend’s car, luxurious and sleek, parks in front of you, the passenger-side door only an arm's length away. You sniffle as you release yourself to readjust the strap of your bag over your shoulder. The moment the car is in park, Jimin jumps out, leaving the door open behind him and you exhale a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding in. 

You don’t know what you were so worried about, maybe because it was well into the late hours of the night and so abrupt. But Jimin always came when you called. He was always there when you needed him, no matter what.

Jimin’s eyebrows were pinched in concern, a frown present on his puffy lips. His strides were swift as he paced over to you, dense blonde hair bouncing in the wind.

 You hated seeing him so upset. More than that, you hated being the cause, which you seemed to have been a lot lately. He didn’t say anything as he approached. Instead, he grabbed the black leather jacket draped over his arm to wrap around your bare shoulders. His scent engulfed you, warm vanilla with a hint of bourbon; it settled your restless nerves. You welcomed the warmth, clutching the shoulders to secure its place over you.

With a gentle guiding hand on your lower back, he leads you over to his car, opening the passenger door for you. Still with no words exchanged between you two, you slide onto the plush, leather seat. The swift movement makes your dress ride up, and you miss the way Jimin’s eyes lock in on the exposed skin of your thighs. As quickly as it comes, he erases the thoughts with a slight shake of his head. 

 As he reaches over you to fasten your seatbelt, you toe off your high heels, strappy black stilettos, pushing them aside to make space on the floor for your aching feet. When the seatbelt clicks, signaling that you’re safely secured, you thank him barely above a whisper, him giving you a closed-lip smile in return. Once Jimin was settled in the driver’s seat, seatbelt buckled, and hands positioned at nine and three o’clock, he turns to you. 

“My place?” He asks, though he already knows the answer. You nod your agreement. 

Typically on nights like these, your best friend coming to your rescue; the car ride to his house was anything but serene. There was so much to say—too much to say. Jimin wanted to know everything, firing off questions so quick your mind could hardly formulate proper answers. And you were just as eager to spill, sparing him no specifics as you filled him in on all the infidelity details your sorry boyfriend never failed to supply. 

Not this time, though. 

The silence in the car was deafening, thick and heavy. Jimin apparently has nothing to say, and well after the night you just had, neither did you. The only noise in the car was the quiet hum of the vents, steadily blowing warm air. Shortly into the drive, you took the liberty to turn the heat on. 

 None of that bothers you, though. What bothers you is that your best friend seems…mildly irritated. He didn’t even need to say anything for you to figure it out; it was practically oozing from him.

His eyes are narrowed, zeroed in on the road, not in a focused way, more like in an "I can’t even look at you right now” way. His posture is stiff, too perfect, as his back presses firmly against his seat. His lips are pressed into a firm line, neither a frown nor a smile.

You can’t understand it. What’s there for him to be irritated about? You were the one who just caught your boyfriend cheating again. Was he upset that you called him to come pick you up? If that’s the case, he should’ve left you right there. You are more than capable of getting yourself a ride. You’re well versed in getting Ubers, and you’ve ridden the bus from time to time. Enough to know how to get home.

Fed up with the seeming silent treatment, you finally speak. “You’re not going to ask me what happened?” 

Did you mean for it to come out as bitter as it did? Maybe, maybe not. But you’re already on edge, and his lack of interest was getting on your last nerve.

There was a pregnant pause as Jimin came to a stoplight, fist tightening on the steering wheel. With a clenched jaw, his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. A telltale sign that something was bothering him. You’re almost unsure if it’s the traffic light that tints his face red or his sheer frustration.

“Do I really need to?” The bite in his words matches yours. He turns to face you full on, the most attention he’s given you the entire ride. With his tone firm and low, he snaps, “How is this time any different from the last? Or even the one before that?”

 Rather than giving him an answer, you swallow the lump in your throat, turning your body away from him to gaze out of the window. The last thing you need is to be reprimanded by your best friend. Especially considering it’s nothing you have not heard before. He should be comforting you, threatening to drive over to Theo’s right now and kick his sorry ass. Of course you would never allow that to happen. You would never want anything bad to happen to your best friend or your shitty boyfriend, but still the sentiment was nice.

You hear Jimin sigh, but he doesn’t say anything else, instead continuing the drive when the light turns green. 

Before long, you make it to Jimin’s neighborhood. With practiced ease, he navigates the familiar streets. Right at the first turn at the stop sign and continuing straight until he reaches the second-to-last house on the left.

Jimin pulls into his driveway, putting his car in park before shutting it off. For a moment neither of you says anything. Jimin exhales and lets his head fall onto the headrest. You can feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of your face, but you don’t dare to give him the eye contact he’s seeking. Your petty mind determines that he needs to feel how upset you are with him. 

When he calls your name, you roll your eyes, folding your arms over your chest. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings earl—"

“You didn’t hurt my feelings,” you lie right through your teeth, barely able to keep the tears collecting on your waterline at bay. Internally you thank the heavens above your voice didn’t tremble, a dead giveaway to your emotional despair.

For a moment your best friend does nothing. Then with not a word more to say, he pulls the key from the ignition and opens his car door. 

Shielded away from his eyes, you quickly wipe away the tears sliding down the corners of yours. Feeling pulled together enough, you take a moment to gather your purse and heels from the floor. Though, you don't bother to put your shoes back on. The distance from Jimin’s driveway to his front door is short anyway. 

Naturally, Jimin comes to open the car door for you. You shiver, greeted again by the cold air. As you exit the vehicle, you make no effort to thank him, swinging the strap of your purse back over your shoulder. From behind, you hear a sassy grumble of "You're welcome," that you choose to ignore. 

The walk from Jimin’s car to his front door feels like an eternity. From the wind blowing your hair into a tangled mess, the pebbles and rough gravel digging into the soles of your feet to the suffocating tension between you and your best friend, which you still couldn’t really understand. All you wanted to do was take a hot shower and turn your brain off for the rest of the night under a massive pile of blankets.

Jimin pulls out his key to unlock the door, and now it’s your turn to ignore the way his sharp jaw ticks. When the front door opens, the heat from inside surrounds you,  comforting you like a warm hug. You learned early on that your best friend loved to be just as toasty as you, always keeping a spare jacket or blanket around if or whenever it got too chilly. Another reason you’ve been friends for so long. You make a mental note to thank him later for turning the heat on when you're not as irritated with him. 

Your heels drop to the hardwood with a dull smack, joining a few pairs of Jimin’s piled on the floor. Your purse follows behind, on the ottoman next to the door, covered with other jackets, scarves, and things alike. Your best friend comes up beside you, discarding his own jacket and shoes.

You take notice of the comfy scene in front of you. On the couch, Jimin’s favorite blanket lies in a messy heap, like someone tossed it away in a hurry. Before the couch, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn sits in the middle of the glass coffee table, an opened can of soda beside it. In the background, the murmured chaos of an abandoned action movie, gunshots, explosions, some screaming, and then more gunshots emits from the television speakers.

The guilt that washes over you overtakes any of the irritation you felt earlier with Jimin. Once again, your tumultuous relationship has not only caused problems for you but also for the people around you.

 Of course he was upset. He had a right to be. If the roles were reversed, you’d probably be a little upset too. Lord knows how much you valued your couch potato time.

“I’m going to go wash up,” you mutter, your tone not nearly as snappy as it was before, and you don’t wait for his response as you make your way down the hall towards his bedroom. 

You close the door behind you with a heavy sigh, twisting the lever on the knob into its locked position. Guarded away from the outside, you take a moment to finally breath. Since all this shit’s transpired, you feel like you’ve been fighting for breath.

You squeeze your eyes shut and lean back. Your head thuds when it makes contact with the door behind you. In through your nose and out through your mouth. You repeat the mantra in your brain over and over. When you feel like you’ve finally caught your breath, your brain switches to autopilot. You’ve performed this exact routine far too many times. 

You reach behind yourself to tug down the zipper of your attire, a black mini dress you bought at a cute little boutique for this very date night. The piece drops, pooling at your feet. Usually you’d ask Jimin to help with the zipper, but you’re not quite ready to face him yet, and you’re sure he does not want to talk to you. Next to go are your bra and panties. The matching lace set joins your dress in the laundry hamper, which Jimin will wash for you after you’ve fallen asleep for the night like he always does.

Inside the closet in his bathroom, you grab a spare towel and washcloth stacked neatly on a shelf. You set it aside on the sink to turn on the shower, twisting the temperature dial to the hottest setting. You love showering at Jimin's; the water at home was never scalding enough for you, and the water pressure was never enough to soothe your aching muscles. Plus, his bathroom was stacked to the brim with the best of the best skincare products. You wouldn’t dare catch sight of the cheap drugstore stuff you tend to reach for in here.

As the water warms up, the bathroom fills with misty steam. From the cabinet drawer, you grab a packet of nearly empty makeup remover wipes. You don’t need to look in the mirror to know that you look a mess. Although you couldn’t even if you wanted to, the glass is all fogged up. 

Gently, you drag the wipe all over your face, making sure to reach every nook and cranny until your skin feels, for the most part, clean. You toss the wipe, soiled with pinks, brown, black, and a bit of shimmer, into the wastebin underneath the sink.

Now you’re ready to shower.

You eagerly welcome the hot water as it cascades over you, soaking every inch of your tired body. You take a moment to enjoy the feel of the water droplets raining over your skin. However, before long the steam from the shower begins to feel suffocating, and before you know it, your eyes are brimming with tears. 

With every water droplet that pelts your skin, the weight of tonight feels heavier and heavier until—

It finally breaks you.

You curl into yourself as your body is wracked by uncontrollable sobs. Instinctively, your hands come up to cover your face, slapping over your mouth, even though you’re alone in the bathroom. It feels like you’re choking on your own breath. Throat and chest burning with how hard you try to keep your sobs in.

 You need to get out of this bathroom quick.

Vision blurred from tears, you reach for your washcloth and then Jimin's body wash. You then drench the square cloth with a generous amount of soap, the scent of lavender filling the small space. You’re practically panting now. Every gasping breath triggers a new wave of tears. You press your lips together firmly until it hurts. You're known to be a loud crier, and you don’t want to alarm Jimin. 

Through it all, you scrub yourself clean, rinse, and do it again. But the icky feeling never goes away. In fact, it settles deep in the pit of your stomach and makes its home there. Weightless, you drop to the tile floor below, one hand clutching your stomach and the other over your chest right where your heart is, and you let yourself cry.

You cry until your throat is sore and until your eyes are bloodshot red. Until your wails have subsided into pathetic shuddering breaths that make your chest jerk. You cry until you can’t physically cry anymore. Until all that’s left is a soggy, heartbroken human on the wet shower floor.

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Like a zombie, you emerge from Jimin’s bedroom slowly and in desperate need of some fuel. The living room is quiet and dark when you step in. Your best friend sits with his back pressed against the couch’s arm, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. Awaiting on the television screen is the play menu for Shark Tale, your comfort movie. Two mugs of warm tea replace the popcorn and soda on the coffee table. Instantly you recognize the one on the right as yours. Jimin found it at a thrift shop years ago early into your friendship. He bought it because he said the bunny on the front reminded him of you. Eyes twinkling and cheeks round, as it sat in a patch of unruly wildflowers. You rolled your eyes playfully when he showed it to you, insisting that he keep it at his house, since you were there more than you were home anyway. 

The dragging of your footsteps alerts your best friend. He looks up from his phone, gaze sleepy as his eyes settle on you. You did your best to hide the evidence of your breakdown with what limited supplies you had. Though there was nothing you could do for your bloodshot eyes and splotchy skin. If Jimin notices your disheveled appearance, he doesn’t say anything.

Jimin sets his phone on the coffee table, patting the open spot on the couch next to him with a small smile. You join him without a second thought.

The sofa moans with your movement as you settle onto the plush cushion, grabbing the throw blanket to cover your chilly legs. Jimin’s basketball shorts didn’t offer you much coverage. You would think that after spending so many nights here, there would be something of yours to sleep in. 

Nonetheless, all you were privy to were a pair of too-short gym shorts and a shabby university t-shirt. You did find, however, in Jimin’s underwear drawer, a pair of your panties neatly folded and tucked in a corner. You were thankful for that. 

When you seem comfortable enough, Jimin uses the remote to press play. The small living room area was then filled with the sound of Shark Tale’s opening scene.

The two of you watch the movie as it plays, sipping your respective mugs of tea. It’s not nearly as tense as it was earlier, but it was still a little awkward. 

The warm beverage alleviates some of the soreness in your throat. When you're sated and cozy enough, you set the cup back in its previous place. Beside you, Jimin clears his throat. From the corner of your eye, you can see him glance at you, the TV screen, and then back at you again. You pretend to not notice him, trying your hardest to focus on the scene of Oscar being manhandled by the twin jellyfish brothers, Ernie and Bernie. 

 Another minute passes before Jimin finally decides to break the silence. His voice is steady and cautious when he turns to you and asks, “So… what did happen tonight? With Theo?”

Eyes still trained on the screen, you fiddle with the seam of the t-shirt you’re wearing, Jimin’s t-shirt. You pinch the thin fabric, flicking it back and forth between your fingers. Soon Jimin is going to have to throw this old thing out. Not only was it sporting several sizable holes, but there were loose threads everywhere.

You shrug when you say, “I thought you didn’t want to know.” 

Jimin’s exhale is loud, but his tone is still calm. “That’s not what I said, and you know it. I asked what made this time different. I feel like that’s a fair question.” You’ll give it to him; your best friend is and always has been blunt. 

With no rebuttal, you grab your mug from the table, yet you don’t take another sip from it. Instead, you rotate the ceramic in your hands, watching the liquid slosh all around. 

“He cheated on me again.” The way you say it so plainly is almost startling. 

Sadly, Jimin’s demeanor doesn’t change. That part he’s used to. He leans forward, as if to ask for further details without actually uttering a single word.

“He didn't confess it to me this time; I found out.” 

Theo was nothing if not an excellent victim player. Since the beginning of your relationship, he could never keep any of his rendezvous to himself. Before you could even begin to suspect anything, he’d be spilling his guts to you, sparing the explicit details. He’d cry like a baby, falling to his knees begging for your forgiveness, and by the end of it all, somehow you were the one with the heavy heart, apologizing for your shortcomings. 

Eyes downcast, you swallow down the lump forming in your throat. If you weren’t so focused on the dark-colored liquid in your mug, you would see the way Jimin freezes, his face morphing into pure disgust. 

“Well,” you correct yourself, your voice going a little shaky, “I snatched his phone before he could delete anything. But yeah, I found the messages. All of them.” 

Against you will, your mind travels back to earlier in the night. 

Your boyfriend had invited you out to dinner, a way to make it up to you for standing you up a few nights ago. There was this new restaurant in town that you’d been begging him to go to. But each time you’d ask, he would always decline, claiming that it was too expensive even though you were usually the one who paid for your meals. That’s why when he told you your dinner would be at this restaurant, you were overjoyed. 

In the beginning, the dinner went wonderfully. The ambiance was romantic, live music playing in the background and a lit candle separating you two on the table. You hadn’t argued at all leading up to the dinner. Not when you took a little longer to get ready, not when you put the restaurant’s address into the GPS wrong (507, not 501), and not even when you couldn’t decide what you wanted to eat. 

Everything was perfect, until it wasn’t. 

You see, your boyfriend was not the sharpest tool in the shed. Like an idiot, he left his phone faced down on the table, and throughout the night it rang and rang with incoming calls, messages, and you’re pretty sure emails. This wasn’t uncommon. Your boyfriend works a taxing job. His phone was always going off as he needed to be available whenever. In fact, you wouldn’t have suspected a thing if it weren’t for the guilty looks he’d send your way every time the device sounded with a new message. 

You grew fed up with his suspicious actions and snatched the phone from the table. He tries to reach for it but backs off when he gathers the attention of a couple of onlookers. 

The contact name on the phone screen is visible, Jerry’s Pizza, but the message was hidden behind a passcode. 

You tongue the inside of your bottom lip, fury clouding your mind. “Why the fuck is Jerry’s Pizza texting you at,” you look towards the clock at the top of the screen. “Nine p.m.?”

He huffs like he has the nerve to be upset. “It's probably just some promo stuff.” 

This man must think you’re stupid. “What’s the passcode, Theo?”

Your boyfriend drops his fork, and the metal utensil clashes onto the porcelain. He leans back in his chair with a smug look on his face. “Are we seriously doing this right?” 

You swallow, teeth clenched when you hiss, “Unlock it.”

“God _____, seriously. We’re having a good night; don’t let your insecurities ruin it.”

“Unlock the fucking phone now, or we’re done!”

When he finally does give you the passcode, you’re disappointed but not surprised. You scuff and shake your head as you read the many messages from one of the many girls he’s been hooking up with. "Unfuckingbelievable."

Fresh tears sting your eyes. “God, Jimin. They were so fucking filthy. I…I didn’t even know," you stop yourself, shaking your head. “I’ve never heard him say things like that before.”

The look on Jimin’s face portrays exactly what he feels for you. He scoots closer to grab the mug from your shaky hands, setting it on the coffee table. Hands now free, he interlocks his fingers with yours as you continue.

That familiar wave of emotion bubbles up inside, just as furious as before. You can barely speak now, choking on your own words when you say, “Th-they were t-talking about me in them—" you end in a hitched breath. 

Jimin pulls you into him as you succumb again to your tears. He engulfs you with his embrace, shushing your cries and petting your hair. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anymore.” Your best friend rocks you both back and forth, calming you with words of comfort.

He holds you as you cry, soaking the front of his shirt with your pain. He doesn’t say anything, letting you release it all. You calm down after a while and separate from him. 

Jimin leans towards you and cups your cheeks in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. In turn, you grab his wrists, seeking his comfort and closeness. “God _____," he shakes his head, face full of nothing but sorrow. “Honey, I’m so sorry.” 

It’s your turn to shake your head now. “Not, not your fault,” you hiccup as you try to catch your breath. 

Jimin calls your name once, and then again. When you finally open your eyes, his are pleading with yours. Briefly, your heart stutters. 

His palms cup your cheeks. “Listen to me. Theo is a fucking idiot. He does not deserve you. He never did.” When new tears fall, he wipes those away too. 

Jimin releases a devastating sigh, shaking his head. “I hate that this happened to you.” He swallows thick, and there’s a hopeful gleam in his eyes. “I’m just relieved you’re finally leaving him.”

His words knock you back into reality. You blink, eyes flickering away from his to stare down at the couch instead. Instinctively, your bottom lip makes its home between your teeth. 

Jimin frowns, immediately taking note of the hesitation swimming in your features.

 “_____?” he calls, in the exact tone your mother uses when she suspects you’re hiding something from her (she’s usually right). He leans forward, attempting to regain your eye contact, and you dodge his brown orbs. “You are leaving him after this, right?” 

You don't say anything. You don’t have the courage to lie right to his face, or even tell him the truth, for that matter. 

Jimin’s exhale is long and tired. He then closes his eyes and slowly nods twice. Bitter understanding. 

The light-haired man leans away from you, removing his hands from your face. Instinctively, you reach out for him, hands hovering in midair, but he makes no effort to appease you.

Jimin drags a hand down his face, and it makes his eyebrow hairs go askew. “Please tell me that this is some sick joke, that you’re not actually thinking about taking him back after this.” 

You press your lips into a firm line. The agitation inside of you is and has been steadily building. It bubbles up and overflows when you say, “Everybody fucks up, Jimin. Some people are just better at hiding it.” 

Jimin scuffs as he shakes his head, standing up from the sofa. Running both hands through his hair, he chuckles in disbelief. The hollow, humorless rumble sends a shiver down your spine.

 "Unfuckingbelievable,” he unknowingly echoes the same word you said earlier in the night. “I can’t believe you’re making excuses for him. Still!” 

You shoot up too, quick and agitated, planting your hands on your hips. “All relationships have their problems, Jimin! That’s just the way it is. When I go home, we’ll talk, and I’ll fi—we'll fix it. We always do.” There’s uncertainty in the way you say it. Like you’re trying to convince yourself as well as him.

The sour look he’s giving you right now makes you want to flick his forehead, dead right in the center where that stupid vein is protruding. 

“God, I didn’t come here for a damn lecture. I would’ve gone to my parents’ for all that.” Jimin shrugs at you like he doesn’t care, and you know he doesn’t. It pisses you off even more.

Anyone who knows Jimin knows that your best friend is a caring man. A kind, gentle soul, as your mother liked to call him. He wouldn’t hesitate to give the shirt off his back to his greatest enemy (which he does not have) if they were in need. That’s just the type of person your best friend was. The love that Jimin had for you was undeniable. You know he’d do anything for you because he’s proven it to you time and time again. But you learned quickly in your friendship that Jimin tolerates bullshit from no one. He has had no problem with putting anyone in their place, including you. Particularly when it came to your unstable relationship. 

 Your glare is harsh, words provoking when you spit, "Especially not one coming from you.” 

Jimin’s eyebrows shoot so far up, they're nearly hidden by his grown-out bangs. He smirks like he’s ready for a challenge. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

This time, you shrug. “You’re in no position to be passing judgments on my relationship, considering your track record.” The words tasted just as bitter leaving your mouth as they did hearing them said aloud. 

Jimin’s expression turns stone cold, but his smirk doesn’t waver. “My track record.”

You don’t spare him an opportunity to clapback. If you were judging correctly, you had the upper hand in this argument, and you needed to keep your momentum. 

“Don’t even pretend to be shocked, Mr. ‘I can’t keep a girl longer than a week before I’m bored and ready to hop on the next available piece of ass.

Jimin doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you can see his Adam's apple bobble when he swallows. “It’s like that, huh?”

“Oh, it’s exactly like that. You’re no better than he is."

You should’ve known you were in trouble when his smirk grew wider. “You see, that’s where you’re wrong, _____,” he taunts, wagging his pointer finger at you. It triggers your eye twitch. 

“I've treated every single booty call better than that man has ever treated you since you started dating.” He points an accusatory finger at you. “Unlike your shitty boyfriend, I know how to properly conduct myself.” 

Your jaw is clenched tight, and your eyes are narrowed into furious slits. “Bullshit.” He takes a step closer to you, and your stance is unwavering. “Yeah?”

"Yeah, Jimin, that’s bullshit, and you know it. I’ve seen how you treat those girls. Love them one day, fuck them the next, and then you're done, ready for a new one. It takes a dog to know one, Jimin,” you retort, arms folded over your chest with an eyebrow arched. 

“Don’t even pull that shit with me, _____. I make sure whoever I’m dealing with knows exactly what they’re getting into. They knew that being in a relationship was not my end goal. I just wanted to fuck around, and they were fine with that.” 

You scuff. “And they were fine with you just dropping them for the next, like it’s nothing!?”

Jimin laughs high and loud, though there’s no humor behind the sound. His eyes are blown wide, both hands in his hair. He looks exactly how you feel, crazy.

“God _____! What don’t you understand? I’m fucking single; I can do that! Your boyfriend is not! But for some reason he acts like he is!” Jimin’s words are booming, bouncing off the living room walls between you. Pretty soon you think the neighbors will come knocking with the police, and you hope that doesn’t happen because the elderly couple next door is very sweet.

The shock on your face had to be laughable. Throughout your entire friendship, Jimin has never raised his voice at you, not once. 

How dare he yell at you like that? You aren’t a child!

 Your mouth flies open, ready to shoot back with something, anything just from the sheer volume of his voice. But just as quickly as your lips fall open, they shut. Jimin’s words settle over you like ice, cooling down your temperament as your brain processes what he’s saying.  

There’s practically smoke coming from Jimin’s ears as he continues. “I’ve never kept anyone on edge all day waiting for a simple text to let them know I’m okay. Nor have I played on their insecurities to better justify my own. I’ve never fucked someone else while I was dealing with another woman, even if we weren't in a committed relationship because I’m a decent human being.” 

Your heart hammers in your chest as you shift your gaze away from his to your sock-clad feet. A silent admittal of defeat, but Jimin doesn’t stop.

“I don’t make them feel worthless, like they aren’t my equal, like I’m more deserving of respect." He comes in closer, so close that you can feel his breath on your face with every word. “How dare you even have the audacity to compare me to him? You couldn’t count on him to attend his own funeral. But who’s always there when you need them?” 

You don’t dare answer. 

“Me! I’m there! Every late-night call, every text message, every single time you need me, I’m always there. Always! Picking up the broken pieces that he leaves behind without a single fuck given.” 

With an icy glare, he leans in until the tips of your noses are nearly touching. “I’m not anything like him. I’ll never be.” 

You exhale the breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding as Jimin brushes past you, just barely missing your shoulder. He’d never hurt you deliberately, no matter how upset with you he is. Though you kind of wish he did. After the unjustified nasty attitude you’ve had with him tonight, you kind of wish he would just curse you out a little, throw you a few extra insults, and send you home to your cheating boyfriend. Then perhaps his compassion wouldn’t make you feel so sick to your stomach. 

Maybe that’s the exact thinking that’s gotten you into this mess in the first place. 

What are you supposed to do now? 

“Fuck,” you exhale with your head tossed back.

 At this angle, you’re face to face with the popcorn ceiling. God, you hate popcorn ceilings; they remind you of long, humid summer nights at your grandma’s unair-conditioned house in the country. Feeding feisty chickens and milking cows for two and a half months straight.

It makes your neck ache, but in this position on the edge of the couch, you ponder. Not just about your argument with Jimin, but everything you’ve been through. The disaster of tonight, your entire relationship with Theo, and all the lying, cheating, and sneaking. The heartbreaks he puts you through time and time again. Then finally your friendship with Jimin. Seemingly the only piece of stability in your life for God knows how long. 

You think about it all until the credits of your abandoned comfort movie start rolling. Begrudgingly, you reach over to grab the t.v. remote, shutting off the device with a simple click of a button. Instantly, darkness engulfs the living room. Briefly, you ponder sleeping right there on the couch, but you know your back would hate you for it, and more importantly, you need to fix this mess with Jimin. You don’t want to, but you make the short trek back toward the room at the end of the hall. 

You stop just before the doorway, peering into the bedroom. The courage you built up suddenly depleted. 

Moonlight streams in through the cracked blinds, the only source of light, neatly illuminating the room in linear streaks. Jimin sits on the edge of the bed with his head hanging low, drained, between his shoulders, elbows planted firmly on his knees. The long sleeves of his shirt are rolled up now, exposing the veins in his forearms that jump with every clench of his fingers. You’re not sure how long he’s been sitting like that, but it looks like he hasn’t moved in a while.

Through his long bangs, you can see the worn expression on his face—eyes squeezed shut, nibbling at both lips. Your heart shatters at the sight. For a moment, it feels like he’s the one that’s just been cheated on, not you. 

You take in a deep breath as you step into the dark bedroom. The floorboards creak beneath you, alerting Jimin of your presence. His keen sense of hearing. Like a hawk stalking its prey, Jimin’s gaze never falters as he watches, silently calculating your every move. Are you coming as a friend or a foe ready for more? 

Though uninvited, you settle onto the made bed next to him. You inhale deep through your nose. The faint scent of the lavender shower gel you used earlier still lingers in the air. 

“I’m sorry,” you start. You wait for a moment, giving Jimin the opportunity to say anything, but he lets you continue. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting towards you.” You shake your head. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Jimin. You didn’t deserve any of it. I—" You pause, rapidly blinking away unshed tears. Dammit, you’ve already cried so much tonight; you don’t feel like another headache.

Jimin grabs your open palm lying between you and gives your hand an encouraging squeeze. It gives you the strength to finish. “I shouldn't have been so snappy with you tonight, especially since you were just trying to help me.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “And I’m genuinely sorry for always dumping my bullshit relationship problems onto you. It’s not fair. I—I don’t know.”

 You shake your head, squeezing Jimin’s hand in return. “I just want you to know that I really, really do appreciate everything that you do for me. I know that I don’t show it enough, and I apologize for that.” A lone tear tickles your cheek as it trails down your face, soaking a tiny spot on your t-shirt. You wipe away the wetness with your free hand. “From the bottom of my heart, I love you, Jimin, so so much.” 

You don’t possess a way with words like Jimin does. That silent charm that wraps people in comfort, alleviating any and all of their worries. Your only hope is that Jimin can at least feel what you’re trying to convey.

“I love you too,” he whispers, his voice watery and thick. You don’t doubt a single word. “But that’s not why I’m upset.” Your brows knit together in confusion. 

Jimin looks off to the side, like he’s carefully contemplating what he’s trying to express. “I’m not upset with you for needing me, _____. I’d never be upset because of that. We lean on each other; we support each other. That's what makes us a team. There have been plenty of times when you’ve been there for me too. It’s what we do.” 

You shake your head. “I don’t...”

Jimin sighs, clenching his pants at the knee. What he wants to say sits at the tip of his tongue. His tone is firm when he declares, “Theo does not deserve you.”

You close your eyes as you nod your agreement. “I know that, Jimin.”

“But do you though? Seriously, _____. I don’t think you do.” 

"I do, Jimin. I know, I really do. I'm—"

 “Can’t you see that my heart is broken for you?" 

Any excuse you had ready for him dies right there in your throat. You blink your eyes open, and when you look at him, really look at him, it’s all you can see.

 It’s written in the way his shoulders slump with defeat. The way he fiddles with his fingers clasping and unclasping his hands. It’s in the way his chocolatey brown eyes, usually warm and inviting, are downcast and wet with unshed tears. In fact, you can barely keep his gaze because the emotion there is so intense. 

 “Throughout your entire relationship, I’ve watched you be there for him, constantly giving him your all until there is nothing left. And at the end of the day, what does he leave you with?”  

Your best friend doesn’t wait for you to answer.

Jimin scuffs, dark espresso eyes shiny with tears. “Agony. Insecurities that eat at you every day _____.” He clutches his shirt, right where his heart is. “It devastates me.”

Fuck, how could you have been so blind? So wrapped up in your own problems that you failed to notice how it was affecting Jimin. He has always felt so deeply. Of course, when you’re hurt, he hurts too. 

“Why do you love him?” 

Like a fish out of water, your mouth opens and shuts, only able to produce  stuttering breaths. 

The next question that comes from him is barely above a whisper. “Why can’t you leave him?”

"Because—" The word rushes out of you quicker than your mind could process it. Your eyes bulge as you slap your hands over your mouth.

“Because what?” He rushes, successfully tugging your hands away from your face. 

You pinch the frayed hem of your t-shirt. “Forget it, Jimin. It’s nothing.”

Your best friend shakes his head, his thick hair moving with him. “Don’t do that. Tell me. Please, _____.” 

  You try to fight it, you really do, because once you say it, there’s no going back. It’ll become real, and it won’t just belong to you anymore. It sits on the tip of your tongue, waiting for the perfect moment to break free. 

When Jimin calls your name, you look up to meet his gaze. His eyes are pleading with yours, filled with misery as they silently beg for an answer. “Please.”

Fuck it. If there’s anyone in this world you could spill your deepest secret to, it would without a doubt be Jimin. One of the few people on this world who you trust wholly.

“Because Jimin, if I leave him, then who’s going to love me?” 

It grows silent, as if your words shatter the tension in the air surrounding you.

To finally say it aloud feels like a major relief. A thousand-pound weight being lifted off of your shoulders. Consequently, at the same time, there’s a dreadful sinking feeling deep within you. A sick feeling that you've been trying to fight for too long. The admission was devastating but desperately needed. Maybe now, the journey to solving the root of this vulnerability can finally begin.

Jimin’s lips pull into a deep frown before he whispers your name. “Is that…really what you think? That you’re unloveable?”

If there was one thing Theo knew how to do well, it was keeping you humble. It started off subtle. A joke or two here and there, always defining him as the central point of your life. You’d laugh it off every time, never quite able to detect the subliminal honesty. For a while, it continued on like that, until it built into something blatant. 

It didn’t take long for you to actually start believing that. No other man in their right mind would want a woman so damaged by their own insecurities. You thought that he truly was the sole person that you could rely on. Thankfully, Jimin was always there to prove him wrong at least a little. But, as far as romance went, forget it. There was no one better for you than him. 

You chuckle solemnly. “No one is going to put up with me, Jimin." 

Your best friend sighs. He lets go of your hand, standing from the bed. For a moment, you think he’s ready for another fight. But you don’t have it in you to argue again. Much to your surprise, he gets down on one knee and then both, kneeling down in front of you. 

 A startled gasp sneaks through your lips. “Uh, Mini?” you whisper, slightly panicked.

Jimin grasps both of your hands in his. He licks his bottom lip, and your eyes follow the pink of his tongue. “Let me,” he whispers, a determined look in his eyes. 

You blink dazedly at him. “What?”

“Let me love you." He confirms exactly what you thought he said. “Just for tonight.” 

You sputter, pulling back slightly, though you don’t let go of his hands. “Jimin, that’s not—" You shake your head. “Do you know what you’re asking? Where’s this even coming from?”

Jimin chortles, rubbing the backs of your hands with his thumbs. "It's always been there. From the moment we met, I knew I wanted you. But at that time, I was in no place to be in a relationship.” 

You arch a brow. “And now you are?”

“Shut up." Jimin nudges your knee as you bite down on your bottom lip, suppressing your grin.

“I’m not asking for a relationship.” He then wiggles his eyebrows at you when he says, “At least not right now anyway.” 

Jimin squeaks when you dig your socked toe into the meat of his thigh. He grips your foot in his hand, restricting you from delivering anymore nudges. 

“Be serious,” you chide, even though the smile on your lips has spread wider. “Are you… really into me?”

Jimin grins, his pretty teeth on full display. “In more ways than one. All I need is one night. One night to give you what you truly deserve. Let me love you how you should’ve been a long time ago.”

The thrill that bubbles up inside you is dangerous. It’s a foreign feeling, one that you don't recall ever experiencing before. But, oh, it is so welcomed. Then, a sudden wave of realization halts your excitement. A major bump in the road. 

Your boyfriend.

You almost don’t want to say it, afraid that it might ruin the exhilaration in the air. The question comes out strained with a touch of hesitancy. “What about Theo?” 

But Jimin shrugs like he doesn’t have a single care in the world. “What about him? He’s had his fun.” 

Jimin lets go of your hands, and you frown at the loss of contact. It’s short-lived, however, when his firm grip takes hold of the backs of your legs, making you gasp. 

His breath hitches at the sound of your satisfaction when he caresses you there, thumbs working overtime to unknot your tense muscles. You sigh, relaxing under his touch. Slowly, as if time isn’t of the essence, he runs his hands all the way down your legs until his fingertips reach the heels of your feet. At the same leisurely pace, he drags his digits up until they brush over your inner things, bunching up the thin material of your basketball shorts. 

 “Isn’t it time you have a little of your own?”

You have to consider Jimin’s words carefully. There’s so much at stake if you agree. For one, your friendship with Jimin will never be the same. Though you suppose, he kind of set that in motion already with his little impromptu love confession. 

The greatest damage done will be to your relationship. No matter how you try to spin it, sleeping with Jimin tonight will make you a cheater, betraying your boyfriend in the same way that has left you with a sizable hole in your heart. 

Won’t that just make you a hypocrite in the end? Did you even have that kind of promiscuity in you?

Apparently it lied dormant inside you, because as quickly as the doubt comes, it dissipates. Just like that, your mind rationalizes the decision. 

What’s the harm in indulging for just one night? After all, it’ll be with your best friend, someone you’ve known for years and trust with your life. Not with some random man you met at some sketchy club or bar.

 If Theo can do it, why can’t you?

Instead of using words to respond, you let your body do the talking. With ease, you wrap your legs around his middle, pulling your best friend forward. Jimin lets out a surprised huff as he collides with your front, his face mere centimeters from your braless breasts. The surprise on his face is quickly replaced with enthusiasm as he admires the pillowy mounds displayed casually in front of him. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, and with as much courage as you could muster, you simply request, “Show me.” 

The grin that breaks out on Jimin’s face is infectious. A manifestation of pure joy. Thinking back as hard as you can, you can’t remember a recent time when you’ve seen him look so happy. 

He takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, hooded gaze flickering from your eyes then to your mouth and back to your eyes again. His thumb sits there for a moment, caressing your skin as his eyes scan across your face in a way that you could only describe as admiring. When he seems fulfilled enough, Jimin tilts your face down, guiding you towards him, and you let your eyes flutter shut. As the anticipation builds, your heart hammers beneath your ribcage. You can practically hear the thumping in your ears. 

But then there’s a pause so pregnant that it has you blinking your eyes open in confusion. If you weren’t nervous before, you certainly were now. Did you do something wrong?

You pull back slightly, just enough so that you can see Jimin’s face. Your best friend looks slightly hesitant. A gleam of uncertainty shines in his brown orbs, like he can’t believe you actually said yes. 

“Jimin,” you urge, the tenderness in your voice easing his nerves, and you try your hardest to ignore yours. “Kiss me, please.” 

The blonde man doesn’t need any further encouragement. Jimin closes the small gap between you, slotting his mouth together with yours. 

This is not the first time you and Jimin have kissed. That was years ago, back in your freshman year of college in your tiny dorm room after too many shots of illegally purchased Fireball. Surprisingly, even with your heavily intoxicated mind, you remember that day like it happened yesterday. The way you could barely keep yourselves upright, your bodies feeling too heavy and sluggish. Or how you both giggled and bantered throughout the entire ordeal, the alcohol refusing to let you take it seriously. 

You just don’t remember it feeling so damn good.

Jimin’s lips are soft when they press to yours, coated in a thin layer of chapstick. He takes his time when he kisses you like he’s always wanted to. Every peck, brush, and pressure was deliberate. Slow and searing. He needed to savor the moment, afraid of what he might miss if he went too fast. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been kissed like this before. 

With an unprecedented eagerness, you welcome the taste of him, a faint raspberry with a hint of mint. His favorite herbal tea. The same kind he always made for you after a taxing night. The plush feel of his lips has you humming in satisfaction, legs squeezing tighter around his middle. Jimin grunts, fingertips gripping the soft flesh of your thighs. 

Together, your lips work in near-perfect harmony, trading almost silent gasps and breathless sighs between each other. Noting what you liked, what you loved, and what you could probably do without. 

Jimin presses into you firmer, the hand holding your chin coming up to cradle the back of your neck. He licks at your bottom lip, begging for entry that you so graciously grant, letting your mouth fall open wider. The wet muscle of his tongue glides expertly over yours, and your nipples perk beneath your t-shirt. With every breath you take, the sensitive buds press harder into your best friend’s chest. 

Jimin's free hand grips your hip to pull you impossibly closer. A shudder wracks your body when your covered center unexpectedly meets the solid muscle hidden under his shirt. The corners of his lips twitch upwards into a smirk, clearly enjoying the evident effect he has on you.

"Damn." Jimin pulls back with a wet smack, gasping for breath. Brain foggy from the kiss, you chase his mouth with yours, craving the feel of him back on you. Jimin waits until you’re close, and then he pulls back. The groan you emit signifies your displeasure, letting your mouth fall into a frown.

He giggles at your enthusiasm, and he shakes his head naughtily at you. You lick your lips as you watch him with what you’re sure are hungry eyes. 

Jimin reaches a hand behind him, gripping the collar of his shirt. With a quick tug, he pulls the garment over and off, tossing it somewhere on the floor behind him. 

You lean back on your hands, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. The mattress sinks under your palms with the weight. Unabashedly, you take in the sight of your best friend, scanning over the muscled, toned lines that define his body. An appreciative hum tumbles past your lips, and you nod your approval. 

Has your best friend always been so ripped? 

Jimin chuckles at your reaction. A quick brush of his fingers pushes his thick bangs off of his forehead, leaving his blemish-free skin on full display.

“Like what you see?” He asks breathily, even though he already knows the answer. Under the basketball shorts, his fingers trail up and down the sides of your bare thighs. The ticklish sensation makes you tremble just slightly. 

“Mm, not too bad." You feign nonchalance and shrug, eyeballing the necklace adorning his thick neck. You can’t wait to have the shiny silver dangling over your face when he fuc—

“Ow!” You yelp when Jimin pinches the skin there, not enough to leave a mark but just enough for you to feel it. 

He pulls you in close again, your foreheads nearly touching. “Watch yourself,” he warns in a firm whisper, thumb caressing the tender spot. His warm breath hits your chin with every word. “Or you won’t get to have any fun later.” 

His words, the tone he used with you, almost sounded…mean? But for some strange reason it doesn’t alarm you. In fact, it might’ve even turned you on a little if the wet patch forming in your panties was anything to go by. 

Jimin captures you in another passionate kiss, this one more dynamic than the first. He wastes no time slipping his tongue back in, licking and sucking his presence in your mouth. A gentle hand cradles the back of your head, pulling you in close and keeping you there. You keep up as best as you can, mirroring his actions with your own. You may not be as experienced as Jimin, but the way he was gripping every part of you—your shirt, the back of your neck, and your hands—desperate to keep you close reassures you that you were doing just fine. 

Every brush of his lips, flick of his tongue, and airy whine from his mouth smothered by yours makes you dizzier by the second. 

When you both pull back, lungs burning from your lack of oxygen, breathy pants fill the warm, quiet air. You were virtually frozen earlier, but the bedroom has grown far too hot now. 

“Fuck,” Jimin groans. He smiles unbelievably to himself, shaking his head. “There’s so much I want to do with you tonight.” Like a bobble head, you nod in certain agreement. He then captures your eyes in a heated gaze, the hunger in his eyes undeniable. He licks at his kiss-swollen lips, and your eyes follow every movement. 

“Can I take care of you? Will you let me, baby?”

“Yes, yes, please.” 

Jimin’s chuckle sends a delighted shiver down your spine. Taking the hem, he frees you from the confines of your t-shirt, pulling the fabric off of you with ease. When he tosses it, it lands somewhere on the bed behind you. 

Your nipples stand firm and proud, already pebbled from your heated kiss with Jimin. He practically salivates at the sight of them, running the wet muscle of his mouth back and forth over his plump bottom lip. You know that he’s always been a boobs man, but the fact that your boobs were the cause of his content had a bit of pride swelling in your chest. It feels incredible to be wanted so unabashedly.

Jimin reaches up, his hand hovering over your left breast. “May I?” He asks, eyes flickering up to gauge your reaction. 

You swallow down your anticipation. “If you don’t, I feel like I might explode.”

Jimin hums, and his smile is sincere. “We can’t have that now, can we?"

You sigh, breath stuttering when he strokes his thumb over your erect nipple. With his other hand, he cups your right breast. Heavy and squishy, it fills his left palm, your stiff bud grazing his skin. When he squeezes your boob, gentle and cautious, your thighs squeeze together in response, the dull ache between your legs becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore. 

“Beautiful,” Jimin whispers, pinching the hardened peak with his thumb and pointer finger. You don’t say anything; you can’t say anything with how hard you’re biting down on your bottom lip. Your best friend leans down to pepper a trail of kisses across the plane of your chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He then flattens his tongue, licking a stripe between the valley of your breasts, and blows on the wet skin. You cradle the back of his head, tangling your fingers in the blonde locks. 

“Oh!” you gasp when he engulfs your nipple with the wet warmth of his mouth, reflexively tugging at his hair. Jimin groans from the action, the vibrations from his delight traveling from your nipple straight down to your cunt. His tongue flicks in rapid successions over your nipple before circling your areola. In his other hand, he rolls and tugs your right nipple, still pinched between his fingers. 

The simultaneous assaults on your sensitive buds have your head reeling. The discomfort between your thighs was no longer dull but immense. Your pussy flutters around nothing, steadily soaking your panties with arousal.

“Jimin,” you mewl, eyes slamming shut when his teeth graze just barely over your stiff peak. When he sucks, the pressure creates stars beneath your eyelids. Your mouth drops open in a silent gasp, eyebrows pinching together. It makes your spine arch, further thrusting your chest into his mouth.

Your breast bounces back into place when he releases your nipple from his mouth. Every quick breath from his mouth cast over your stiff peak, chilling the wet, heated skin. 

You take a moment to catch your breath, but as soon as you inhale, the air is knocked from your lungs again when he sucks the skin of your left breast into his eager mouth. Pleasure explodes over your breast as Jimin marks you with his love bite. Satisfied with his work, he kisses the prominent bruise before he sucks your left nipple into his mouth, giving it the same attention as he did the first. 

Squirming under his keen affection, your hips jut forward to collide with his abs. It offers a brief smidge of relief, but not nearly enough. The ache emitting from your center was absolutely unbearable. Trapped behind too many layers of clothing, your clit was begging to be rubbed. 

You loosen your grip on the comforter, snaking your hand between your bodies down toward your wetness. Just as your fingers breach the waistband of your shorts, Jimin captures your wrist in his hand before interlocking his fingers with yours. You cry out in frustration, and you feel Jimin smirk around a mouthful of your tit. When he releases your nipple with a wet pop, a thin string of his saliva connects you.

It continues on like that for what feels to you like forever. Jimin ravages your breasts, alternating between your nipples, licking, sucking, and nibbling to his heart’s content. Hickeys now litter your chest, a bold yet beautiful display of his insatiable desire. You won’t dare to wear any low-cut top or dress for at least a week. By the end, your cunt is still untouched and practically weeping, confined by your soaked panties and basketball shorts.

When Jimin is finally satisfied, he releases your tit, and your chest is wracked with heaving breaths. He leans forward to peck you once on the lips and then once more. “Lie back,” he whispers against your lips, a hand on your shoulder guiding you to lay flat on his bed. You follow his command, maneuvering so that you’re in a comfortable position on his bed. You’re not quite sure what to do with your hands, letting them rest on your stomach. 

Jimin hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, tugging them past the thickness of your thighs then down the rest of your legs. On the floor, they drop in a heap in front of him. 

A sharp intake of breath comes from Jimin, and you prop yourself up on your elbows. Your best friend, still on his knees before you, is face to face with your panty-clad pussy. That sinful tongue of his makes another appearance, and you make a mental note to buy him a new chapstick later. 

When he whistles appreciatively, your body flushes. “Damn,” he mutters, a finger tracing down your slit. The wet fabric sticks uncomfortably to your skin, molding itself to the shape of your slick folds.

 “You’re soaked, baby.” Jimin leans down to plant a firm kiss on your lips, and when he realigns himself, there's a slight sheen coating his mouth. 

“Jimin,” you whine, coated with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He’s got you leaking like a fucking waterfall, and all he’s done was play with your tits. 

“Okay, okay,” Jimin chuckles, finally removing your panties from your hips. The dampened fabric joins your bottoms on the floor. You shudder, wet skin greeted by the warm bedroom air. 

 “Hush your whining.” 

Without warning, he licks a slow, broad stripe up your slit, stopping just below your needy clit. Along the way, he collects your juices on his tongue, savoring the heady taste. A strangled moan escapes you as your head falls back between your shoulders. 

Jimin groans from the sheer taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut. His tastebuds are trembling with delight. You’re more delectable than he could have ever imagined. He’s positive he can never eat another pussy ever again; he doesn’t want to eat another pussy ever again. Your juices have saturated his tongue, forever claiming his mouth as yours. 

Jimin grips the meat of your thighs, pushing them up to your chest to allow himself a clear shot at your pussy. You hook your hands underneath your knees, keeping the position he put you in. It gives you the perfect view to watch Jimin feast on your weeping sex.

His smirk is dangerous when he purrs, “Hold on tight, pretty.” 

He wastes no time burying himself between your thighs, moaning when your essence graces his tongue again. You cry out, toes curling when the thick muscle flicks over your winking entrance. 

“Oh fuck, fuck!” Your eyes flutter shut, rolling behind your closed eyelids. 

His mouth works diligently against you, his wet tongue heavy as it drags over and then through your folds, further soaking your wetness with his saliva. The sound of it is vulgar, reminiscent of someone mixing a larger bowl of mac and cheese. It makes you gasp, body heated in a blush. 

"Yes, Jimin," you shiver, elbows going shaky beneath you. Your fingers grip where you hold your shaky legs up for him, crescent moon shapes indenting your skin. Jimin hums, sucking your labia into his heated mouth. Your hips buck once, twice, and he releases them with a wet pop. 

You fall back against the plush bed, arms weakened by the immense pleasure. Your hips have a mind of their own, canting forward chasing the euphoric feeling of his mouth, and he so graciously gives it to you. Your breathing is shattered. Shaky moans and excitable squeals tumble past your parted lips, echoing off the walls of his once quiet bedroom. 

Jimin flattens his tongue, shaking his head from side to side. His mop of fair hair, gone messy from your tugging, tickles your inner thighs with the movement. He eats your pussy like a man starved. Like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have on this Earth. Even when his face is stuffed in your heat, his senses completely overtaken by the smell, feel, and taste of you, he can’t fucking get enough. He doesn’t think he ever will.

Every flutter of your empty walls sends another syrupy gush of your arousal, soaking his face and the bedsheets beneath you. You can hardly breathe as Jimin drinks you up, taking everything you give him, his lips greedy when it slurps at your leaky opening. 

It's so messy and so fucking wet.

When Jimin pulls away, his mouth and chin are shiny with his efforts. He sighs  contentedly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, panting like he’s the one getting the best head of his life instead of you. He breathes, “You’re so juicy, baby.” 

Hypnotized by you, he delves back in, effortlessly parting your folds with his soaked tongue, licking up and down, up and around, but never where you need him the most. Where your ache is the most ferocious.

“Jimin,” you practically sob, heart hammering in your chest. Unshed tears have begun to collect at your waterline. God, it was good, so fucking good, but you might die if he doesn’t get his mouth on your clit soon. 

“Please, I-I need,” but you break off into a choked whine when his nose bumps your clit, the only bit of stimulation it’s gotten all night. 

Jimin detaches from your pussy with a wet pop. Hooded eyes glance up to meet yours. There's a hint of a smirk on his lips. The corners of his mouth lifted just barely. He was clearly enjoying the torture he was putting you through. 

“What was that, baby?” 

"My," you plead, voice watery and thick. “I need, my-you..." You hesitate, cheeks burning with what you want to say but can’t quite bring yourself to do it. 

Jimin steals the words right from your throat. “You need me to suck that pretty, little clit?” 

You swallow thickly, nodding before you can respond. “I need it.” You watch as Jimin’s jaw ticks and the grip he has on your hips goes tighter.

 “Say it." There's a tilt in his voice that’s unfamiliar to you. You can’t quite put your finger on it. 

Your eyes bulge. It's humorous how quickly the fog clears from your brain. “What?”

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you need.” 

“Jimin,” you whine, kicking your leg in frustration. Your body heats as it floods with embarrassment. “Are you serious?” 

Jimin smiles wickedly, pearly whites on full display. “Say it, _____. Or we stop right here.” 

“I uh, I need you to..."

There’s an amused glint in his eyes when he lifts his eyebrows, watching for you to continue. He plans a kiss at your inner thigh in encouragement. 

Your inhale is deep, pride tossed out of the window when you plead, “I need you to suck my clit, Jimin."

When he sees the desperation in your eyes, deep espresso connecting with yours over the plane of your quivering stomach, he loses it. You sob when his mouth engulfs your needy bud wholly. Your fingers scramble, letting go of our legs to tangle in his blonde strands, pulling tight. Jimin groans, and the vibrations shoot straight through your clit to the very tips of your toes. He holds you down himself, pinning your thighs to your chest, rendering you helpless to his merciless suction. 

The tip of his tongue circles your clit, quick and firm. “God yes!” You moan when his lips wrap tight around your swollen bud to suck incessantly. Back arching from the bed, toes curling in the open air, tears finally leak from the corners of your eyes, trailing down your temples. 

When he slips his finger in and then another, knuckle-deep, your slick walls grip him up instantly. They pulse around the slim digits, drawing him in deeper. He didn’t even need to move; the pressure alone sent you over the edge, crashing headfirst into euphoria. 

When you cum, it’s not shrill and elegant like those well-produced pornos you’ve watched before. It’s deep and guttural as it blossoms from the pit of your stomach until it rattles through you, seizing your body. Your muscles tighten, thighs quivering around his head as he delivers wave after pleasurable wave with his soaked tongue and fingers. 

And Jimin loves every second of it.

He doesn’t let up, even after you’ve cum. It’s not until you’re whining, pushing weakly at his head, that he takes mercy on you, pulling away after one final kiss to your spent pussy. 

Vision still teary, you blink up at the ceiling, lying there in disbelief and panting as you try to catch your breath. Reaching a hand up, you wipe away the tiny beads of sweat that have collected at your hairline. 

Below you hear Jimin finally rise from the floor, but you make no attempt to get up, still spent from your amazing orgasm. There’s some rummaging, the sound of clothes hitting the ground, and then the bed dips with Jimin’s weight. He clambers over to you, covering your body with his. You welcome his added heat, arms weakly coming up to wrap themselves around his neck.

He smiles down at you, eyes flickering all across your face, soaking in your post-orgasm haze. His touch is gentle when he brushes stray hair away from your sweaty forehead. 

“Hey you,” he greets, leaning down to give you an Eskimo kiss. 

You trace a finger down the slope of his jaw down to his chin before you cradle his cheek in your palm. “Hey yourself." You smile back, voice slightly hoarse. 

“How are you feeling?” 

You swallow, licking at the dryness on your lips. Your grin is sincere when you say, “I feel amazing. You’re really good at that, you know.” 

Jimin giggles, interlocking his fingers with yours to kiss the back of your hand. With his thumb he strokes the skin. 

“Thank you, Jimin.” 

Your best friend leans down to capture you in a gentle kiss. Your tongue darts out to swipe across his lip, dipping inside to taste yourself on his tongue. You pull away, satisfied and a little breathless.

 “Of course. It’s what you deserve.”

You hum, tracing a finger from his sternum down to the ridges that make up his abs. He shivers under your feather-light touch. “Do I maybe deserve a little something else?” You tilt your head to meet his gaze. 

Jimin raises his eyebrows at you. A playful gleam in his eyes. “A little something like?” He trails off.

You hold his eye contact, and with your free hand, you reach down between his legs to take hold of his stiffened member. Jimin gasps, shutting his eyes tight. He’s heavy in your palm, his skin smooth and warm to the touch. He must’ve been hard for quite some time

“Yeah,” Jimin nods, breath knocked from his lungs when you squeeze the base of his cock. “I think that can be arranged.”

You hum, working your hand over his stiff rod. He grunts when your strokes come faster, his freehand fisting the sheets beside him. “Just like that, pretty,” he encourages, and you do exactly as you’re told. 

You soak in how beautiful he looks in ecstasy. The way his thick brows pinch with every stroke. How his plush lips fall open, unleashing sounds just as pretty as he is. Delicate yet husky. Your favorite part is the way his stomach muscles quake with the effort of holding himself up. 

“Fuck, baby,” Jimin moans as your wrist flicks upwards, from base to head. 

When you glide your fingers across his reddened tip, your digits slicking with his precum, a hand claps over your wrist, restricting your movements. 

His eyes bore into yours, his voice strained when he breathes, “If you don’t stop, I’ll come, and I don’t want to yet. Not until I’m inside you.”

You shiver, exhilaration rattling your bones. “Then, what are you waiting for?” 

You allow Jimin to position your body until you’re lying on your side. When he assures you that you're comfortable, he comes up behind you, slotting his chest to your back. You lean into him, comforted by the feel of his own heart thrumming in his chest. Nerves and excitement are coursing through his veins as well, anticipating what is to come. Your senses heighten at the feel of his hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks.

He leans in to kiss the plump of your cheek before reaching behind himself to retrieve a condom from inside his nightstand. 

You stop him, a quick, gentle hand on his thigh. “Can you… I want you to fuck me raw.” 

A muttered curse from behind makes you grin. “_____, are you sure?” 

You nod, thighs rubbing together, the heat between your legs intensifying at the mere thought. “I want to feel all of you. Is that okay?” 

“Fuck, yeah, that’s okay." Jimin doesn’t need much convincing to agree. He just needs to get inside you quick. His hand slides from your hip to your thigh, cupping underneath your knee to prop your leg up and open enough.

 “Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers, cockhead sliding through your slippery folds to nudge at your needy clit.

You gasp, reaching a hand up to tangle in the hair on the back of his head. “I’m fine, Mini." You roll your hips back, seeking more of that delicious pressure on your pearl. Your teeth clench in a hiss when he bumps it again. “Just please fuck me.”

You watch, eyes eager as Jimin slides in without much resistance, filling you up to the brim. It knocks the air from your lungs. He’s so incredibly thick, thicker than any other dick you’ve taken before. It feels like he’s splitting you open in the best way possible. 

Jimin groans, engulfed by your soaked warmth. His body flushes, one hand fisting the bedsheets, the other with a vice grip on your hip. Quick short pants slip past his mouth to coat the shell of your ear.

You spread your legs wider, the propped one coming to hook behind his thigh. Somehow, it slips him deeper into your flooded canal, leaving you both crying out. 

“Holy shit, Jimin,” you breathe, as your walls pulse around him, adjusting to his sheer girth.

Jimin’s chuckle is breathy, full of disbelief. He pecks your shoulder before resting his forehead there. He’s thinking exactly what you are.

Why does it feel so fucking good?

 “I know, baby.” He gives an experimental thrust of his hips that has your eyes rolling, his hips pressed flush against your ass. “So fucking good,” he murmurs in your ear, and a delighted shiver journeys down your curved spine. 

The pace he sets is maddeningly slow, nothing like what you’re used to. Languid rolls of his hips that stuff you full before leaving you just about empty, only to fill you right back up again. You can hardly breathe through the feel of him, gasping for air every time he presses back in. Jimin moves from your shoulder, attaching his lips to the juncture in your neck, licking and sucking. It leaves you with marks so fierce you have no idea how you’ll cover them later.

“Jimin,” you whine when the pace gets to you. A pressure that builds and builds but never fully erupts. 

Looking back, you capture him in a lust-filled gaze. "Fuck me faster, baby, please.” 

Jimin grunts, his brows furrowing when he picks up his pace, his hips meeting your ass cheeks with resounding smacks. They’re enough to fill the bedroom and bring a warm hue to your cheeks. 

The noises spilling from your cunt are just as lewd. Roaring slickening when he glides in and out. Messy when it soaks his cock in your transparent juices, dripping down your thighs onto the bedsheets below. 

Jimin tweaks your stiff nipples with his thumb before pinching them between his fingers, rolling and tugging. The pain, sharp and temporary, makes you jerk, toes curling tight. 

“Shit!” you wail, fist pounding the bed. “Just like that baby.”

"S'good, pretty?” he whispers, choked up with his own pleasure. 

You don’t respond; you can’t respond with the way the pounds into your dripping heat. He wraps you in his firm hold, his arm coming to sling across your chest. The extra leverage he needed to pull you back, forcing you to meet his deliciously deep thrusts. 

The force of his fucking rocks the bed beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall. You’ve definitely got to write Mr. and Mrs. Welles an apology letter tomorrow. 

There is nothing you can do except take it, helpless to his powerful pumps. Like a ragdoll, you lie limp, taking everything he gives you. The heat in your lower tummy swells, your pussy squeezing around his heavy cock. “Close,” you choke, your mind fuzzy and delirious. 

Jimin gasps as he thrusts upwards one last time, filling you to the hilt before he pulls out completely with a wet pop. He leaves you empty, clenching around nothing, the heat in your belly subsiding. 

Your eyes fly open, complaints ready to fly past your lips, but Jimin stops you. 

“Hands and knees,” he pants as he palms your ass cheek. "Want to fuck you from behind.”

Any rebuttals you had ready die right there on your tongue. You prop yourself up on all fours, limbs slightly wobbly, and arch your spine in a way you know will make the light-haired man crazy. 

You feel Jimin position himself behind you. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you wiggle your ass, swaying from side to side to tease him a little. 

Your yelp is shrill when his palm collides with your right cheek, flinching at the feeling.

Jimin hums, marveling at the ripples it creates. “Behave,” he tsks as he palms the sore area and you lick your abused lips. 

He groans as he feeds his cock to your pussy. Your walls greedily accept him with a filthy-sounding squelch. When he’s all the way in, he steadies himself, with both hands on your hips. His huff grazes the skin of your back. “How are you still so fucking tight?” 

You sigh, dropping your head forward between your shoulders. He holds you in his palms, caressing your fleshy hips.  

He wastes no time in setting a brutal pace, fucking you faster and harder than before. You scramble, hands finding purchase on the bedsheets, but each roll of his hips sends your body forward and back, tugging the sheets loose from the mattress corners. 

"God, yes,” you groan, body trembling with delight. He pounds into you, the flesh of your ass smacking his thighs and lower stomach with every thrust. Its roaring and filthy.

Jimin is just as, if not more vocal than you, whining, groaning, and gasping every time he stuffs you full. It sets your body alight to know he’s just as affected as you are. 

He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, and your spine bows deeper than before. "Oh, fu—," you try, but you can’t even get the words out as he plunges into you. Rhythmic and precise.

It doesn’t take much until you’re drawing near again and you know you’re close when the fluttery warmth in the pit of your stomach returns, your pussy squeezing Jimin tight. 

He cries out, falling over to cover your sweaty back with his front. “M’ not gonna last,” he whimpers, rocking forward, body trembling with the efforts of his pumping.

He fucks you like that. His body is glued to your back, constant rolls of his hips that slide him deeper and deeper. His tip nudges incessantly at your front wall, gliding repeatedly over that spongy spot. The spot that has you seeing stars.

When Jimin feels you tighten up around him, he snakes his hand under your body to circle your swollen bundle of nerves. Like magic, the added pressure is just what you need to reach your peak. 

The coil, pulled taut in your tummy, snaps, and euphoria pulses through your veins, hot and rapid. Your mouth falls open, eyes squeezing shut as you gush around his cock. A strangled wail that you’re not even sure came from you resounds in the room, but you can barely hear it past the blood rushing in your ears. Falling face-first into the mattress, your muscles seize as your body is overtaken by the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Through it all, Jimin's hips never let up, and you flutter around him, creaming his thick cock. The ferocity of your orgasm triggers his own. Jimim ruts once, twice, and then he comes with a breathy sigh that sounds something like your name, painting your quivering walls with his hot seed.

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It’s early when Jimin comes to the next morning. He can tell by the lack of sunlight beaming through his cracked window blinds, covering his bedroom in a barely there glow. 

He smacks his lips tiredly, muscles achy with exertion making their presence known, and in an instant, memories of last night come flooding back to him.

 Picking you up outside of that restaurant. The sight of you ripped his heart to pieces. Standing there alone in the cold, looking so vulnerable, clinging on to what little sanity you had left. You looked so heartbroken but yet so beautiful. Always so beautiful. 

Or later on, when he confessed his love for you. An undying ache that’s been tugging at his heart after all these years of being your friend, your best friend. A title he doesn’t take lightly. Not because he was in love with you, but because he loved you. Every part of you, your mind, your heart, and soul.

 How you didn’t turn him away, accepting his affection and embracing it wholly. There was so much love he had to give, so much time he needed to make up for after all these years lost. 

Jimin turns his head, and there you lie, a beautiful smile on your face directed at him. His heart stutters in his chest. 

“Good morning,” you greet, your tongue peeking out to wet your lips. 

Jimin rolls over on his side, readjusting on his pillow. “Morning,” he grins, all teeth. “How’d you sleep?”

You inhale deep, your smile never leaving your pretty lips. Your gaze is still slightly hazy with sleep when you look at him. There’s a gentle glow surrounding you, radiating utter bliss. Happy and carefree. It’s been so long since he’s seen you like this, too long.

“Mmm, I slept amazing, thanks to you.” You reach out to poke the solid planes of his stomach, hidden by the comforter. You yawn, hands coming up to rest under your head. “Though, I should rough you up for letting me fall asleep without my bonnet on. I just got my hair done.” 

Jimin snickers, scooting closer to you. He grabs hold of your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I did try to wake you up, but considering it's been so long since you’ve been fucked to sleep, I figured you needed it." 

Your eyes widen, mouth curving up in disbelief. “Fuck you!”

Jimin shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “Been there, done that.” 

You gasp, reaching over to smack his arms as you’re taken over by giggles. “Shut up, Jimin!” 

He laughs, dodging your harmless blows, and you don’t oppose when Jimin sits up, scooping you in his arms. Effortlessly, he plops you down over his lower stomach. When your giggles subside, you trace a finger over his chest, covering his skin with invisible doodles that only you can see.

“I uh..." you clear your throat. “I talked to Theo earlier." 

Jimin does his best to mask his apprehension. “Yeah?” He fingers the hem of his t-shirt you’re wearing, which basically belongs to you.

You nod. “He wanted to know where I went.” 

“Did you tell him?” 

“I did.” Jimin arches his brow when you smirk. You lean over to grab your phone from under the pillow. You tap the screen, turning the device on, and there’s a bright glow cast over your face. Swift fingers tap a few more times before you turn the screen to him. “I sent him this.”

Jimin squints at the brightly lit screen, but when his vision clears and he recognizes what you’re showing him, he gasps incredulously. 

On the screen is a picture of him and you, tangled together in his bed and obviously naked under the sheets. In the picture, Jimin is still fast asleep, eyes closed and his mouth slightly ajar. But you, on the other hand, are wide awake. In fact, you’re posing for the camera, two fingers up in a peace sign next to your face and your mouth pouted in “duck lips." On your skin, his love bites from last night are proudly displayed.

Below the picture, there’s a message from Theo that you have no plans to respond to. It included every curse word in the book, words that Jimin didn’t even know existed. 

You shrug, locking the phone, and tossing it aside. “I think it’s safe to say we’re done.” 

Jimin tosses his head back in a laugh. He shakes his head as he says your name. “You’re unbelievable!” 

“Noo, what’s unbelievable is that I stayed with him for so long," you counter, rolling your eyes. You grab both of his hands in yours. 

“Thank you,” you nod. “For staying by my side through all of this. And dealing with my stubbornness. I truly don’t know what I would do without you. I love you, Jimin.” 

Jimin’s grip is gentle when he grabs the back of your neck to pull you into his kiss. You gladly accept, cradling his face in your hands. 

When you pull away, you’re breathless. “I love you,” Jimin whispers on your lips. “So much.” 

You beam, sitting back on his muscley thighs. Your head tilts, however, when your clothed center comes in contact with something firm.

 “Are you…hard?” Your question is laced with amazement. 

Jimin groans, cheeks reddening in embarrassment when you laugh aloud. “I can’t help it; everything you do turns me on. You could literally breath and I’d be hard as a rock.” The heat between your legs makes a fierce return.

 “Hm, is that so?”

You hook your thumb in the waistband of your panties, ready to slide them down your legs. Jimin licks his lips as hunger clouds his pretty brown eyes. “You were so generous to me last night. Why don’t you sit back and let me take care of it, baby?"

So, maybe that’s how you end up like this. Thighs quivering, your fingers gripping onto the corner of the bedsheet as Jin kept your hips tilted up. His strong thighs smack into the back of yours while his pelvis hits the curve of your ass over and over again. He's pounding the entire length of his cock into your pretty pussy without remorse, grumbling under his breath, while digging his fingertips into the soft squish of your hips.

He's punching out every garbled whine from your glossy lips as he quite literally fucks you into the mattress. Making you take everything with a, “Might be old, but I can still fuck you stupid.” It's a mean taunt that makes your gummy walls squeeze his shaft in tremors. The heat in your lower stomach twisted as you felt his breath on the back of your neck, his lips caressing the slope of your shoulder as you moaned.

You didn’t need to look at Jin to know he was smirking. The filthy wet “plap, plap, plap” sounds of your sweet pussy taking his cock were enough to stroke his ego and make his dick throb. He was rubbing his cock deliciously along your velvety walls as he fucked you like he was mad at you.

And you guess he just might be. Just a little, if so, and you knew exactly where you went wrong.

You had been with Jin for a while now, giggling along to the chaos all his friends brought when the seven of them got together, and shaking your head in amusement as they kept the jokes coming. They'd drag each other through the mud with cheeky grins and raised eyebrows, trying to one-up the other before someone was in tears with laughter.

And you hadn’t meant to laugh when the joke was used against Jin, but when the topic changed, you had barely registered the jab Jungkook said before you giggled.

He had said something about you dressing up this year as a nurse for Halloween, specifically a nursing assistant to squeeze just one more old joke at the expense of Jin, and you had laughed with a roll in your eyes because the truth was quite the opposite.

Jin may be the eldest in the friend group, but he was actually far from it mentally and physically. His nickname in group chats was “true maknae,” and he never failed to prove it with quick wit matched with a quicker laugh that was contagious to anyone who was around.

And for the physical part, well, you’d blush recounting the many times Jin showed just how spry he was behind closed doors with you.

His age really was just a number, so yes, you giggled, and Jungkook grinned - thinking you were laughing at his joke - while Jin’s eyes caught yours and sobered you up almost immediately. Just one look from him, and you knew you had fucked up.

“Why aren’t you laughing now, Baby?” Jin asked, and your eyes crossed lewdly when he leaned his weight on his hips, stuffing you full with a harder stroke that made your vision whiten. “All I can hear is this pretty pussy crying for more- begging for it, actually.“ His teeth gritted, and the suction of your drooling cunt made his hips stutter, proving his point.

You were so wet your arousal splashed each time his balls smacked into your puffy clit, sending you closer to the edge, literally, physically, and mentally. And you had a feeling that if you did fall face-first off the edge of the bed, it wouldn’t stop the lecherous strokes of his cock swabbing along your soft cervix. If anything, it’d give Jin a better angle to fuck you, and he huffed a delirious laugh as he rocked his hips forward while dragging you back to meet his obscene thrusts.

“Where you tryin' to go?” He teased, and your legs shook as your boyfriend clamped a large hand on the back of your neck, his palm digging between your shoulder blades to keep you from squirming away. “Don't turn away, your pussy doesn't want me to stop - heh- she’s slobbering all over me.”

And he wasn't wrong. The squelches of your pussy taking everything Jin gave only grew louder as your blush deepened on your cheeks, and your nails clawed at the bedsheets underneath you. “Oh! Jin, please, please!” It felt too good; you felt stupid. Your back naturally arched more, like a cat in heat, giving Jin a better angle to ruin you. "M'gonna cum, oh fuck-" Your gasps came up short, and your body jumped, trying to escape the delicious feeling of Jin's heavy cock bullying its way deeper.

But when you moved, so did he, following your fluttering cunt as you toppled over the edge of the bed. Your hands braced you on the floor, and Jin's hands clutched your hips, keeping your bottom half up on the bed with a bewildered laugh. "If you're gonna cum, it'll be on me, now stay still." He didn't even bother helping you up, just using the new angle to reach places you didn't know existed. "Let me feel ya'- that's it, open up for me just like that."

Your squeal gets ripped from your lips as he makes your toes curl in ecstasy. The rotund head of his cock kisses the back of your cunt with wads of precum, marking you deeper than before, and effectively making you cockdrunk. Your tongue lolls out, your eyes roll back, and Jin's grin is almost feral as he feels you clamp around him, gushing your orgasm all over his thick cock like he wanted.

He uses your sweet slick to keep pounding into you, listening to the way your pussy cries louder than your mouth as he fucks you through it. "Ah- jus' like that! Fuck! Keep going! Yes, yes!" Your words slur and your brain blanks as he abuses the soft, spongey spot inside you, rendering you speechless as he keeps going, as you asked.

You feel drool form at the corner of your lips, your thighs quivering as you barely hear Jin's praises. "Taking me so well. Feels like heaven, squeezing me like that, Baby." He huffs between grunts, sweat lining down his chest as he thrusts harder. The tufts of dark hair at his base were soaked with your arousal, and it only made him more cocky to see the way your pussy drooled for him.

He watched the way your pretty pussy slurped on his cock, creaming around his shaft, while his hands clutched the curves of your hips to keep you from fully falling off the bed. He was drunk off your pussy, delirious, and still riled up from before.

"Y'know what? I may be older, but you like that." He smirked, putting his body weight into each hefty roll of his hips. "No one younger can make you feel like this the way I can." It was a fact. He would make sure you would feel him hours later, whether by swirling his tip meanly against your cervix or by stuffing you full of his cum.

And he decided to do both.

" Gimme one more- jus' one more, Baby." Jin groans it like a mantra, brows furrowed, his bottom lip bitten in concentration as he reels his hips back before surging them forward again.

You were so warm and sloppy, dripping on him while he used you, and it really didn't take long before you were crying out his name - falling into your second orgasm with a squeal.

Your pretty pussy swallowed him to the hilt, fluttering around his shaft desperately while he grinded his hips into your ass, turning your brain into mush. And it was exactly what Jin needed to fall forward with a groan.

Your velvety walls milked his cock in waves, massaging his length and sending you both to the ground as he painted your weeping cunt white. His tip pulsed, spilling rope and after rope of his seed until you were filled to the brim, both of you relishing in the aftershocks of your orgasms.

And it takes you a few moments before you can unglue your tongue from the roof of your mouth, feeling like you ran a marathon. "I wasn't even laughing at you," you finally huffed, your heart racing in your ears.

Your words take a moment to process, and another moment for Jin to respond to. His age shows as he blinks. "What?"

"I was laughing at how wrong they were. You may be older, but only in age." You say with a roll of your eyes, grinning when Jin blinks again.

You think you will have to repeat yourself when he doesn't respond right away. But then he's rolling you both around until you're lying on top of him. Your back is to his chest, and your thighs are bracketing his legs when his hands slide down your soft body. One of his hands squeezes your breasts, while the other finds your clit, making you jolt as he places a kiss on the back of your neck.

"Well, good, take this as a reminder then." He hummed, and you felt the familiar heat pool in your lower stomach as he rubbed little hearts onto your sensitive clit. "Now show me just how much you like your men older."

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Namjoon was a pretty decent roommate. You had connected with him on Facebook while searching for somebody to move into your spare room in your apartment when your last roommate moved out unexpectedly. He was quick to take you up on the offer.

He kept things tidy, relatively quiet. He read a lot and liked to sing in the shower. Your schedules seem to be quite the opposite: while you were at work, he was home. And while you were home, he was out or hidden away in his room. Your interactions were always pleasant. He was a genuinely nice guy who even left you meals in the fridge if he had any food left over from his dinner. You didn’t know much about him: who his friends were, where or what he did for work, or even what his last name was but he paid rent on time and didn’t bring drama. That’s all you could ask for.

You sat in your shared living room watching tv, lounging and relaxing after work when Namjoon came out of his room with a frustrated look on his face. His fingers were furiously typing against his phone screen.

“Hey.” You greeted him. “Didn’t realize you were home.”

“Uh, yeah.” He said without looking up, still focused on whoever he was texting.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, never having seen him in any mood other than a pleasant one. He took a second to glance up at you, a fake and tight smile on his face.

“Yeah. All good.”

“Okay.” You shrug. “You just seem a little stressed out or something.”

“It’s just a work thing.” He said, brushing it off but this peaked your interest never hearing him mention anything about his work. Or much of anything really.

“Oh? Anything I can do to help?” You offered causing Namjoon to snicker a bit, a laugh that made you feel a bit insecure for some reason. Almost as if he was laughing at some sort of an inside joke. “What’s so funny?”

“I uh- I don’t think this is something you could help me with.” He said, plopping down on the couch beside you in a huff. This was the first time you had had a conversation this long, let alone sat so close together. It excited you a bit.

“Come on, I’m good at my job. I’m a supervisor. I manage a whole team. I’m sure I can help you out with whatever is going on.” You pushed. “What kind of work are you in?”

“Well,” he hesitated, “Im a content creator.. I guess you could say.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Maybe I’ve seen some of your work.” You said excitedly while taking your phone out. “What platforms are you on?”

“I definitely don’t think you’ve seen my content or I think we would have crossed that bridge by now.” He chuckled, a hint of a darker tone behind his words that you caught onto quickly.

“What? Am I crossing the line or something?” You ask, panicking a bit. “I’m sorry. I just haven’t gotten to know you so I guess I got a bit excited.”

“Well, although that’s very cute, I don’t know if this is something I’m ready to share with you.”

“Do you make cringey videos or something?” You chuckle but Namjoon didn’t laugh along with you.

“No.” He said, sighing deeply. “Definitely not cringey.”

“Okay, you kinda have to tell me now. I’m way too curious.” You pester, not allowing him to shy away from the topic. He groaned, running both his hands through his hair dramatically before finally giving you an inch.

“Do you promise not to judge me?”

“I promise.” You say, crossing your heart like a school-girl. “Cross my heart.”

“Oh god-okay.” Namjoon rolled his eyes at your cliche but continued. “I make content for Only Fans.”

“Wait, isn’t that.. the porn site?” You ask with a bit more emphasis on the word porn than Namjoon appreciated.

“You said you wouldn’t judge.”

“I’m not I’m just.. I guess I can’t really picture you doing.. that.” You said, your voice still full of judgment. Namjoon was admittedly very, very, attractive. But in more of a ‘hot teachers assistant’ way. He was tall, studious, and came off very private. You couldn’t imagine him filming himself and posting it for others to watch.

“You mean you don’t think I can fuck?” He said, snickering a bit.

“No! I mean, yes. Not that I’ve imagined you having sex. I haven’t. But I just didn’t take you as somebody who would, you know, record yourself doing that for money.” You said, a bit of panic in your voice. “There’s nothing wrong with that! Nothing wrong at all. I mean, you always pay rent on time so I don’t care.”

“Well, that’s kinda the problem.” He grumbled. “I was supposed to shoot a new video I promised my subscribers with this new amateur actress and she cancelled. My other creator friends are all unavailable so, I might be fucked out of rent this month.”

“Oh-uh.. I can see how that would be frustrating.” You say, not knowing the best way to comfort him in this scenario while also worrying about the other half of your apartments rent money in the back of your mind. “Can’t you just.. do something else?”

“My subscribers are waiting on a new video with a partner. If I post a solo video I’ll have to refund a whole bunch of subscriptions and I’ll be fucked. No pun intended.” He groaned.

“You really have enough subscribers to pay your rent every single month?” You say in complete shock, glazing over his entire issue.

“Yes.” He sighed. “For now.”

“Holy shit.” You mumble. “Well, do you have a backup plan?”

“No. Not unless you want to take one for the team and be in the video with me.” He said, laughing a bit.

“Oh, you’re hilarious.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m joking. Plus, you’re a virgin right?”

“That’s fucking rude.” You scoff.

Namjoon’s eyes scanned you up and down, sizing you up. You suddenly felt a bit self conscious and covered yourself by crossing your arms.

“You know, maybe that’s not such a bad idea after all.” He lifted his finger to his lips like he was pondering a deep thought. “Yeah, that could totally work.”

“I’m lost. What are you going on about?”

“You should be in the video with me. If you want to, that is.” He said so casually you thought he was joking. You started to laugh, a small snort slipping out. When his face remained serious, your laughter cut off quickly.

“Wait- you’re not joking?”

“No. I have to pay rent somehow and you’re very pretty. I get tested for STD’s weekly and I’m clean.” He said very confidently. “Plus, I would do all the work. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than enjoying yourself.”

“I wouldn’t have to worry about anything? Of course I would. I’d be on camera!” You balked. “There’s like a million things I would have to worry about.”

“My content very much surrounds the pleasure of my viewer and the person I make content with if I do a video with somebody.” He put it simply. “I don’t expect you to do anything too performative. We can talk about what you like and dislike but, really, all you have to do is allow me to give you multiple orgasms for my own pleasure and yours.”

“Oh please.” You scoff, not believing a second of it. “I’ve seen porn before. It’s 90% blowjob followed by 3 pumps and a fake orgasm.”

“That’s porn made in a studio for men by men. I make porn for everyone but, mainly women. The majority of my subscribers are either women or people who identify as queer.” He explained. “Plus, I get off by getting people off.”

Although the idea was insane, his words admittedly made butterflies flutter around in your stomach.

“I don’t know.” You said, still not fully believing what he was saying. “I also don’t know how I feel about being recorded. What if people recognize me?”

“I can blur your face if you like.” He shrugged, unbothered. “I’m able to work with you to make you as comfortable as possible. We don’t even have to have sex if you don’t want you. You can just lay back and let me take make you cum a few times with my hands. My mouth. Maybe a toy if you have one..”

He trailed off, allowing you to envision the experience. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as well as between your thighs, although it made you feel a bit embarrassed. Your eyes glanced down to his hand. His fingers were long and almost delicate that suggested hidden skills and an expert touch. As your eyes traveled farther, you noticed he was hard. His bulge pressing up into his jeans in a size that was impossible to ignore.

“Oh.” You slipped without thinking, your eyes snapping away quickly. You had to fight hard not to look back down.

“Sorry.” He apologized, a smirk on his lips. “Like I said, I get off to getting others off. Even thinking about getting you off is enough to turn me on.”

You unintentionally pressed your thighs together which Namjoon noticed, satisfied. He knew he was having some sort of effect on you. Good or bad, he didn’t quite know.

“What are you thinking? Is this too much all at once?” He asked, his voice soothing.

“I still don’t know Namjoon.” You mumble. “I’m just.. nervous. About a lot. I’m not sure what to think about all this still.”

“I understand.” He nodded and stood up from his spot on the couch. “How about you sleep on it? Let me know tomorrow.”

You nodded, giving him a tight smile. He walked over to his bedroom door. But, before going inside he told you one more thing.

“Runch Randa.” He said, not elaborating.

“What?” You asked him, completely confused.

“My Only Fans name. Runch Randa.” Namjoon repeated. “In case you need to do some research.”

Namjoon slipped into his room without another word, leaving you with a peculiar decision to make by morning.

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You were still tossing and turning at midnight. Namjoon’s words repeating themselves over and over again in your mind. Should you or shouldn’t you? You thought to yourself. It would be easy to say no and help him cover rent this month. Secretly look for a backup roommate just in case this happens again. But truthfully, the thought about saying no disappointed you a bit. Not because you wanted to be on camera and wanted to sell sex with your roommate. But because Namjoon made sex with him sound so intriguing. And he must be good at it, right? If he was good enough to make money off of selling his sex it must be?

You wanted to call a friend and talk to them. Ask them what you should do but, you couldn’t. You didn’t want them to judge your roommate or you if you went through with it. Or worse, watch the video if you did. So instead, you opened the web browser on your phone and search his username. ‘Runch Randa.’

“Such an unsexy name for a sexy man.” You mumbled to yourself, and then clicked on his profile. He had a decent amount of subscribers. Not a crazy amount but, for his subscription cost, definitely enough where he could support himself with some change left over. His account was subscription protected but, thankfully, his account offered a 24 hour subscriber trial. All you had do to was create an account.

Once signed up, you scrolled through his long list of videos that he had sorted by categories. You first started in his “Solo” playlist. The thumbnail of the first video made your jaw practically hit the floor. It was Namjoon sat on a chair, only his torso shown, with his fist at the base of his thick cock.

You slapped your phone down on your chest and took a deep breath, completely freaked out by the fact that you had just seen your roommates dick. But, more importantly, that it looked like that. After taking a deep breath, you lifted your phone again and found enough bravery to press the play button.

The video was simple, one of the first he ever posted based on the date. Over a year ago. You watched with cheeks burning as his hand slowly stroked himself up and down, his wrist twisting each time he got to his head. Your eyes followed every movement, the time passing as if you were entranced. Suddenly, without warning, a soft moan left your phone speakers. You closed the video quickly, your heart racing along with a new pulse between your thighs. A new excitement bubbling. Before opening your phone again, you made sure to grab your headphones to enjoy Namjoon’s noises with more privacy.

You scrolled through more of his Solo playlist and found he had gotten more adventurous, using masturbator toys and even touching himself from behind as he grew more confident in front of the camera. You noticed about 6 months into his career he started to show his face, and enjoyed watching how his jaw would go slack whenever he would do something to himself that felt really good and how he would curse and clench his jaw when he came really hard. Before long, you had to come to terms with the fact you were wet from watching him.

You moved on and saw another category: “Partners” and was pleasantly surprised to find not just women, but very attractive men featured in the videos as well. There were few, seemingly new to his career. He must have only just started collaborating with other sex workers recently. You clicked on one with a pretty man with long blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail. He was shorter than Namjoon and had a tattoo on his ribcage but also one down his spine that was very nicely on display when Namjoon bent him over.

His needy whimpers made your entire body feel hot. Too hot. You quickly clicked out and went to another video. You found one of Namjoon with a female creator. She was beautiful, of course. And Namjoon had pulled her over his face, making her sit right on top of him. You watched in awe as she quivered and twitched above him, whimpering as devoured her from down below. Even muffled by her thighs, you could still hear the audio of his lips sucking on her click and tongue licking up her arousal. His hands planted firmly on her thighs so she would not squirm away. Her moans were so pornographic it almost made you jealous. Almost. Overall, you were just incredibly turned on.

The pulse between your legs was impossible to ignore now, your panties now soaked from watching your roommate eat this girl alive. As you watch her cum on his tongue, convulsing above him as he held her steady until she came down from her high, you decided you couldn’t fight it any longer. Opening the drawer in your bedside table, you pulled out your vibrator and pushed it under your panties.

You went back to a video you had scrolled by previously, a solo video. You pressed play and watched as Namjoon stroked himself, one hand firmly at his base while the other focused on stroking his swollen cockhead. He was leaking precum, his deep voice dribbling out nonsense. You clicked the first speed on your vibrator, a small gasp slipping through your lips as the sensation hit your engorged clit.

“Fuck baby, you look so pretty playing with yourself for me.” He said, his voice deeper than normal. Your heart raced as if he could actually see you but, this only made it that much more exciting. You found yourself settling down in your bed further, spreading your legs into a wider butterfly position. The fabric of your panties tightening against you as you spread your legs that pushed your toy even harder into you.

“Are you making yourself feel good for me? Such a good girl.” His honey voice cooed in your headphones. Without realizing, a small whimper slipped out of your lips. You tried your best to control yourself, biting down on your bottom lip as you continued to watch. You started to move your vibrator in circular motions against yourself, matching the pace that Namjoon was using to stroke himself. It didn’t take long for the heat of an approaching climax to start to build.

“Are you going to cum for me? Hmm?” He grunted, the speed of his fist picking up speed, his wrist twisting and milking him harder. “Going to be a good girl and cum for me?”

You found yourself nodding pathetically as if he could see you. Your hips bucking up into your toy, pressing up into it hard, wanting more. You clicked the power one more time, upping the speed. You were right there, on the brink.

“Fuck- that’s it baby. Cum with me.” Namjoon grunted. And you watched as his eyes fluttered shut and his hips twitched as he pumped himself empty into his hand. The sight on the screen making you go over the edge, cumming hard against your toy. A small moan escaping your throat before you could stop yourself.

When your orgasm subsided, you pulled off your completely ruined panties, the apex of your thighs still pulsing with the aftershocks of your climax. You knew for certain now you were definitely interested in sleeping with Namjoon. That was fact. But being on camera? That was a component you weren’t sure about yet. Namjoon said he could blur your face which took care of that but, the worry still was in the back of your head. There were so many angles, so many things others could notice about you that you didn’t want them to. What if you sounded weird? Your stomach bunched up in a weird way? Did you have a strange looking vagina or weird shaped nipples? Did Namjoon even want to sleep with you? Or was he just desperate to make content?

“Ugh..” you groaned, throwing your arms above your face, sleepiness catching up to you. You decided to make up your mind in the morning.

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You were eating a piece of toast when Namjoon emerged from his room.

“Morning.” He greeted you, a hint of a smile on his face.

“Morning.” You felt your cheeks get warm instantly. “There’s coffee in the coffee maker if you want some.”

“Thanks.” He said and walked over to pour himself a cup. Black, no sugar or milk. “So, did you enjoy your research last night?”

You cough, choking on your bite of food which made Namjoon laugh.

“I get a notification every time somebody subscribes. Even if it’s with the free trial. Maybe using your first name in your username isn’t the best idea in this scenario.” He explained with a cocky grin.

“Oh, I see.” You said sheepishly, trying to avoid eye contact. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Did you like what you watched?” He persisted, taking another sip of his drink.

“I uh, didn’t watch anything. I just scrolled really.” You lied very unconvincingly.

“You know, these walls are very thin.” He explained, using his finger to tap against the eggshell white paint of the kitchen. “Any little sound, or buzzing noise, can be heard very well. So let’s try answering that question again.”

“God- please spare me.” You grown, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I’m being mean. I just like to tease.” He chuckled. “But, I take it you enjoyed what you saw?”

You adverted your eyes completely and couldn’t bear to look at him however, the familiar pulse between your thighs returned at the memory and also his forward words. He was still patiently waiting for an answer and you knew he wouldn’t drop this topic without one.

“Yes.” You mumbled shyly.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.” Namjoon reassured you. “That just means I’m doing my job well. I take it as the highest compliment. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

You smiled softly and gave him a shy nod, finally meeting his eyes. You finished your toast and he finished his coffee in silence before he finally spoke again.

“Have you given any more thought to helping me out today?” He asked the million dollar question. Well, more like the $1500 question.

“Yes, I have.”

“Have you decided? Or are you still unsure?” Namjoon persisted, still remaining composed and polite. He leaned against the kitchen counter. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his shirt hugged his pecks as he leaned back against the granite, making your mouth go a bit dry.

“I uh- I’m still a bit unsure of some things.” You said with a weak voice since he had stolen your breath just simply by existing. He nodded and thought for a moment before continuing.

“Well, tell me what you’re sure of and then we can go from there.”

“Oh. Well.. you’re very attractive.” You admitted which made him smile a genuine smile. His dimple showing deep in his cheek. “Very, very attractive. It seemed like you know what you’re doing and are good what you do. And I’d like to sleep with you.”

“Okay.” He said, his head cocking to the side with his eyebrow raised. “It sounds like that’s all we really need. So, I guess I’m a bit confused on what’s holding us back here.”

“I just- what if people don’t like how I look? What if after all of this you still have to refund people anyway because you slept with somebody who looks like me? I mean, do you event want to sleep with me? If you didn’t have to make this video would you have ever pursued me? Because you’ve never tried.”

“I got hard just thinking about getting you off.” He said simply. “I got off last night listening to you get off. Just knowing you were watching my videos drove me crazy. Of course I want to fuck you.”

“You got off to me?” You ask him with surprise.

“Yes. And the only reason why I haven’t tried sleeping with you before is because you’re my roommate and in the past that.. complicated things. I didn’t want drama. But I can’t deny that I’ve thought about it. Many times.”

“So, you do think I’m attractive?”

“Yes. Very much so. And so will my subscribers but, that’s not the point. I just want to make you feel good and I know I can. If you are so gracious to let me.” Namjoon pushed himself off the counter and walked over to you. He took his hand and grabbed your chin gently, lifting your face up to look at him. Your lips trembled and your heart raced. “I want to make you cum. Over and over. You won’t see the camera and I’ll make sure of that. It will just be us.”

“C-can you blur my face?” You whispered, your voice shaking.

“Yes. Anything you need to make you feel comfortable.”

“Then.. okay. I’ll be in the video.” You tell him, agreeing to his proposition.

“Good girl.” He smirked and then pulled away from you. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

You finally took a breath, realizing you had been holding it for some time. Your head was spinning slightly but you had to focus as you had more questions to answer.

“I need to know what you’re comfortable with. What you like.”

“Hmm? Oh- I’m sure anything is fine.”

“No. I need direct answers.” He said very seriously. “This is sex but this is also my work. I need to be professional and make sure you’re not uncomfortable. Are you okay with kissing on the lips?”

“People have been not okay with that?” You ask him in shock, wondering how you could enjoy sex without doing such a thing.

“Different people have different boundaries. Especially if the person who creates this sort of content has a significant other outside of this line of work.” He explained. “So, I take that as a yes?”

“Yes. I’m okay with kissing.” You told him with butterflies in your stomach.

“Okay. Can I touch your breasts? Do you like nipple okay?” He asks it so casually you had to repeat the question to yourself in your head a few times before answering.

“Yeah.” You mumble. “I do.”

“Good.” He pursed his lips, thinking. Mapping out the video in his head. “Am I allowed to finger you? Go down on you, if you’re comfortable enough?”

“Yes.” You gulped. Your mouth felt dry again, as if he had stolen every drop of moisture from your body and sent it pooling down between your thighs.

“What about toys? Can I use one on you?” You could see him getting hard in his pajama pants at the thought. It made you press your thighs together just at the sight of his bulge, especially knowing now just what he was hiding under the fabric.

“I think you’re going to kill me but, yes.” You told him which made him laugh darkly.

“I’m going to push your limits for sure.” He admitted. “But that’s all the fun. I want you to feel pure bliss. I’ve already made you cum once.”

“That doesn’t count.” You argued, your cheeks burning.

“Oh yes, it does. And I’m going to make sure there’s plenty more where that came from.” He said, grabbing his cock in his hand through his pants. “Can I fuck you?”

“Yes. I really want you to do that.”

“Noted.” He almost laughed at your expression of pure lust, feeling flattered. “What about anal? Can I eat your ass?”

“Oh, uh. I don’t know- I’ve never really..” you started to feel a bit nervous and unsure. Maybe even a bit scared which he picked up on instantly.

“Don’t worry. We won’t do anything like that today. Is there anything else I should know before I go set up and shower?” He asked you and you thought long and hard but shook your head no.

“Okay. Give me two hours and knock on my door. I’d say wear something cute but, it will come off regardless.” He smirked. “See you soon baby. I’m looking forward to it.”

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The hours flew by as you rushed to prepare for your on-camera “debut”. You made sure to scrub your whole body, shave it nice and bare, and did your makeup to perfection. You knew exactly what you would wear: a matching sheer black lace panty and bra set that left little to the imagination. You tossed an oversized shirt over yourself to conceal your undergarments that fit you almost like a dress, not wanting to come off too strong and show up at Namjoon’s door half naked.

Your heart pounded as you made your way to his room. You were both anxious and terrified to experience what waited for you on the other side of his door. You took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the doorframe. Moments later, it opened and Namjoon was there to greet you. His frame feeling even taller than normal, towering over you.

“Hi beautiful.” He said warmly. “Are you ready?”

He was shirtless, wearing nothing but loosely fitted grey sweatpants that hung off his waist. A silver chain around his neck. He looked divine.

You smiled shyly and nodded. He smiled back and lifted his hand to caress your cheek, trying to calm you.

“We can stop at any time. Okay?”

“I know.” You told him.

“I’ll take good care of you. I’ll make you feel amazing.” He told you, reaching for your hand and leading you into his room. You stepped in slowly and glanced around, trying your best to not be obvious as you searched for the video camera. You thought you would see a tripod, a camcorder, something technical. Instead all you saw was a plush king size bed, a bookcase on the wall overfilled with books that seemed to be one title away from collapsing, and a window filled with plants that had leaves cascading to the floor. His room was inviting and cozy. Comfortable.

“Not what you expected?” He asked, catching your eyes wandering.

“Did you not set up yet?” You asked him.

“I told you, you won’t see the cameras. But they’re here. They’re recording. I’ll show you where after. Right now, it’s just me and you.” Namjoon reassured you and pulled you close to him. He lifted your chin up, leaving your lips inches from his. You could smell his minty breath against your face, coaxing you in.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” He whispered against your lips.

“Yes.” You told him. “I want you.”

“Good.”

Namjoon pressed his lips against yours softly, allowing the kiss to become deeper as you melted against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, allowing his hands to slide down over the curve of your back and over your ass. He smirked into the kiss when he found you opted to not wear shorts under your oversized shirt, and was instead wearing a pair of panties when his hands cupped your cheeks. When you felt his large hands squeeze your behind you couldn’t help but whimper into the kiss you were sharing.

You wrapped your arms around Namjoon’s neck and he lifted you up off the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist to carry you to his bed. He sat down on the edge with you on his lap straddling him. You both made out for a few minutes, getting familiar with each other until Namjoon started to play with the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off of you.” He asked you, nipping at your bottom lip. You nodded shyly and raised your arms for him to take it off and enjoyed the look on his face when he saw you clad in your lacy black set.

“Jesus Christ you were hiding that this whole time?”

Namjoon kissed down your neck slowly, placing open mouth kisses on your throat and collar bone until he reached the top of your bra. Using his hands, he gripped the top of each cup and pulled them down, allowing each of your breasts to spill out in front of him.

“Shit.” He sucked in a breath at the sight before him, relishing in it. “So fucking beautiful.”

He grabbed one breast in his hand, using two of his fingers to pinch at your hardened nipple. He tweaked and twisted it, the sensation shooting down between your thighs instantly. While he continued to toy with that nipple, he wrapped his plump lips around the other. He sucked on it gently while keeping his eyes on you, enjoying how your eyes fluttered each time the tip of his tongue flicked across the tip of your hardened bud.

You started to grind down against him. You could feel how hard he was against you, somehow growing harder and harder than he already was. His cock pressing up just right against you, his head pressing up into your clit. The friction felt amazing and soon you had soaked through your own panties, leaving a wet mark on his sweats. But you didn’t care. It felt too good.

“Mmm.” You moaned, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Your hips starting to pick up speed as you chased the growing burn between your thighs.

“Does it feel good baby?” Namjoon said, pulling his lips off your now puffy nipple. You nod frantically while your hips still rock against him. “Such a good girl for me.”

He placed his lips back on your nipple and continued his sensual torture. While he did so, down below, Namjoon made sure to buck his hips up to meet your movements which made the friction so much more precise and intense. After a few more minutes of this, you felt a familiar intensity building between your thighs. Your hips started to twitch and your movements became more desperate, breathing more shallow and rapid.

“Joon-“ you were going to warn him but he placed his lips next to your ear and shushed you quietly.

“Be careful pretty.” He whispered almost too quietly. “Don’t use my name. They don’t know my real identity.”

“S-sorry.” You mumbled and he pressed a warm kiss to the base of your jaw to silently accept your apology.

“Are you going to cum grinding on my cock baby?” He purred in your ear in a tone that made your head spin.

“Please.” You begged, your hips moving faster. Your pelvis pushing against his bulge even harder. “Please, can I?”

“I’m here to please you baby.” He told you, his fingers pulling a bit harder on your nipple. “Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

After a few more swings of your hips, you had your first orgasm. Namjoon held you tight against him while your body twitched and you shyly whined into his shoulder as you creamed in your panties. It was not earth shattering by any means, having been over clothing and not by Namjoon’s own hand but, felt so fucking good regardless.

“You make such cute noises.” He told you, nuzzling into your neck as you came down from your high. “I need to hear more. Lay down for me.”

He stood up, taking you with him and gently laid you down on the duvet with your legs still dangling off the edge. Namjoon placed his hands gently on your thighs and dragged them slowly upwards until his fingers reached the waistband of your panties. His eyes looked up and found yours, waiting for you to give him permission. With a small nod of your head, he wrapped his fingers around the fabric and slowly dragged the black lace downward. You lifted yourself upwards to help him shimmy them off. As you did, you could feel the cold air hit your wet core that was covered in the remnants of your orgasm.

Once the fabric was off your body, Namjoon dropped it into a heap on the floor next to your shirt. You felt a bit shy and clamped your legs shut tight. You peered up at him through your lashes waiting for him to make his next move.

“Can I see?” He asked you with his hands placed on your knees again, his voice low.

You slowly parted your thighs for him and he watched as you opened up like a flower. Your folds glistening in your arousal, clit plump and still tingling. He thought he could cum just from looking at you.

“My god. Fuck.” He said, suddenly dropping to his knees to get a better look. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed which made you yelp a bit in surprise. He chuckled and placed a heavy kiss to your inner thigh and continued, getting closer and closer to your heat. You started to squirm as the anticipation was building. Not knowing if the next time his lips met your skin he would place them where you desperately wanted him most. But he was teasing now, nipping at your skin of your opposite thigh and you were getting impatient. Your hand reaching down for his hair and giving it a weak tug.

“So impatient.” He chuckled darkly. “Am I taking too long, baby?”

“You’re driving me insane.” You whine pathetically.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I do really want a taste of you.” He smirked. “You want me to eat your pussy pretty girl?”

“Fuck- please!” You groaned in frustration again.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Namjoon put his hands behind your knees and pushed your thighs back and apart towards your chest, leaving your pussy completely open and exposed to him. He dipped his head down and licked a heavy strip from the opening of your cunt to your clit, savoring every drop of your juices. His lips stopping to encircle your clit and suck on the swollen nub, his tongue massaging the tip slowly as he did so. Your back arched off the bed the second his tongue touched you with curses falling from your lips.

Namjoon took his time with you. His lips and tongue worked against your cunt slowly but with expertise, almost as if he was making out with it. The pleasure was almost excruciating and you desperately needed more. You grabbed onto the back of his head and laced your hands into his hair and pulled him forward into your pussy, burring him deeper. He hummed out a chuckle, the vibrations feeling immaculate, and you tried grinding against his face.

“Am I not satisfying you baby?” He pulled away to ask you, his lips and chin glistening in your slick with a mischievous smirk on his face. He was doing this on purpose.

“You are. You’re so fucking good. I just need more of you.” You beg him. “Please give me more.”

“Do you want..” he started to say while slowly bringing a finger up to tease your entrance to circle your dripping hole. “..to feel my fingers?”

You answered him only with a moan, unable to form actual words. He smirked and pressed two fingers against your entrance to gently push inside. You gasped as you felt the length of his long digits twist up inside of you, curving against the contours of your body perfectly. He watched and obsessed over the view of your pussy swallowing each inch of his fingers and how you clenched around them so beautifully each time he dragged them out slowly and pushed them back in with delicious force. His dick throbbed in his pants, leaking into his sweats.

When he felt you start to tighten more around him, he bent back down and reattached his tongue to your clit once again to lap at the sensitive bundle as he worked your cunt from below. The double pleasure made your eyes roll back into your head and jaw fall open in a silent cry with only a broken gasp managing to escape your throat. You felt your second orgasm approaching and approaching fast.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You chanted mindlessly, completely lost in the pleasure. Within seconds your walls clamped down around Namjoon’s fingers as you came dramatically around them and on his tongue, your legs dropping down around his neck like a vice grip and held him to your pussy where he graciously licked your cunt until you finished cumming.

When your legs finally relaxed and let go, he pulled away gasping for air. His face was plastered with a triumphant, wet, grin as he looked down at you completely collapsed into jelly on the bed.

“I hope you’re not tired yet baby. I still want to play with you.” He said and walked over to grab something from his nightstand. In his hand was dildo. Shiny and new. “I bought this just for you.”

He pressed the tip in-between your folds and dragged it up, rubbing the tip of the toy against your clit. You sucked in a breath bucked your hips the second it touched your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Still sensitive baby?” He asked you then tapped the toy a few times against your pussy which made your hips buck and you whimper.

“Yes but it f-feels so f-fucking good.” You say as your voice trembled.

“That’s my good girl.” He cooed at you while rubbing the toy between your folds as you squirmed against it. “If you want to take my cock you gotta show me how good you can take this one. Can you do that?”

“Yes. Yes, I can take it.” You practically begged. He smiled and leaned down onto the bed to hover over you to give you a deep kiss.

“I knew you would.”

Namjoon pressed the tip of the toy to your entrance and eased it inside of you one inch at a time. It slid into you easily and made your eyelids flutter as the girth filled you. Your walls clamped down around the silicone and started to pulsate due to the overstimulation and for a moment you swore you could have came just from having it pushed inside.

“You look so fucking sexy right now.” He whispered in your ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

He started to slowly pull the toy out of your cunt and, just as the tip almost made its way completely out of you, plunged the entire length of the toy back inside. The noise you made in response was nothing short of pornographic. He did it again, and again, picking up speed each time until he was ruthlessly fucking you with the toy while you could do nothing but relish in the building hot pleasure.

“You’re making quite the mess.” He teased, but his wrist did not slow as he relished in the sounds of your cries and the sounds he was pulling from your cunt. His eyes fixating down between your thighs where the colorful silicone slipped in and out of your swollen and sensitive folds that seem to be opening up more and more like a flower. He shifted on the bed once more and, without missing a beat, brought his free hand down between your thighs and started to use his thumb to rub heavy circles against your clit while still fucking you on his toy. The sensation was intense.

“Shit!” You screamed. “It’s so much.”

“But look how pretty your pussy looks being played with? It loves it. It wants to cum again.” He cooed. “Give me another.”

He switched from rubbing your clit with his thumb to his pointer and middle finger, rubbing it back and forth at a quick pace. The speed, mixed with the toy rubbing against your g-spot, had your third climax on the brink but this time it was different. It had only happened once, a long time ago while you were by yourself, and you didn’t think it would ever happen again. And you were afraid right now would be the time.

“W-wait, it’s too much-“ you tried warning him. “I think, I think I might-“

“Come on baby.” He said through gritted teeth, his fingers and wrist still working against you. “Don’t hold back. Fucking cum for me.”

You orgasmed again, this time your climax gushing out of your cunt and onto the duvet.

“Holy shit.” Namjoon said in shock. “Did you just squirt for me?”

“I tried to warn you.” You gasped, completely breathless. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck- don’t be sorry. Just do it again.” He growled placed his fingers back against your clit once again, rubbing them back and forth quickly against the red and swollen nub. You screamed and came again instantly, squirting again all over him. “Oh, we’re going to have a lot of fun.”

You laid down, body convulsing in orgasm aftershocks while Namjoon stood up to drop his sweats. His rock-hard cock released from the waistband, his cockhead dripping in pre-cum from all the anticipation. He took his hand and collected the arousal and used it to pump his length a few times as he watched you lay before him in your glistening mess until you had collected yourself.

Watching him jerk off his big length brought you back to watching him for the first time on screen. It reminded you how bad you wanted him instantly, making up your mind in that exact moment that you needed him no matter what. Needed his cock. It made your mouth water.

“Can I suck your cock, baby?” You ask him, licking your lips. “Please.”

“No need baby. This is all about your pleasure.” He told you sweetly.

“I know. That’s why I want to.” You purred at him, twisting around on the bed and getting on your knees to crawl over to him. Your sudden forwardness exciting him, intriguing him. “Sucking your cock is for my pleasure.”

“Then I can’t say no to that, can I?” He said, placing his hand against your cheek and slowly lowering your face down to his cock.

You gripped the base of his shaft with one hand and stroked him at a slow pace, twisting your wrist as you worked him up and down. You put your lips on him, placing his head into your lips softly. You sucked on the tip gently as your wrist worked his shaft. Periodically, dipping your head down to take the entirety of his length into your throat until you felt him hit the back of it.

“Jesus-fuck.” Namjoon cursed under his breath as he took in the sight of you. He couldn’t believe how filthy you were, impressed with your skill. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat.”

You enjoyed working his length, savoring him and the grunts and groans he let out as you did so. Your pussy began to throb for him again between your thighs as you continued which you let him know by moaning as you sucked him, making vibrations run up his dick. You were working him so well, too well, and he had to stop you. He gently pulled you up and off of him, planting a hot kiss onto your messy lips before letting you go again.

“You did such a good job for me. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” He asked you. “Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Namjoon pulled you forward and spread your thighs, settling between them. He lined himself up with your entrance and teased his head against your hole, running circles around it before pressing forward into you. You gasped feeling his girth spread you open and your back arched off the bed as you received him, your legs circling around his hips.

Namjoon leaned over you and placed his forehead against yours, wanting to be close. You felt his cock deep inside of you and he could feel your walls pulsing around his hard length. When he finally started to move, he used deep and slow strokes, ones that had his pelvis grinding hard against your clit each time he rolled his hips. The technique and feeling was beyond anything you had ever experienced with any other partner you had slept with. It was fucking heavenly.

“Holy shit.. Joon..” you moaned, forgetting the rule about not being able to say his name. He didn’t panic quite yet, knowing he could manage a few edits here as long as it wasn’t that noticeable.

“Do you like my cock baby?” He whispered into your ear, only for you to hear and not the camera this time. Truly enjoying fucking you.

“Fuck yes.” You practically cried as he continued to roll his hips deeply into you. “Your cock is so fucking perfect.”

Between his deep strokes and the friction of his pelvis against your clit, it wasn’t long before you started to cum again. Your walls clamping down around his cock and almost taking him with you before he was ready to.

“You didn’t squirt for me? That just won’t do.” He tsked and walked over to his side drawer to pull out his secret weapon: a magic wand vibrator. You almost ran out of the room when you saw it.

“Please- I don’t know if I can.” You told him weakly, holding up your hands in defense.

“Of course you can baby.” He said, pressing the bulbous end of the wand into your puffy clit. “I know you can.”

He pressed the on button and brought the toy to life. The lowest setting was already so powerful and had your body practically levitating off the bed. Namjoon pressed down on your pelvis to keep you on the mattress and slipped his cock back into your cunt, making you scream out in ecstasy. He wasted no time fucking into you. It wasn’t slow or romantic. This was pure fucking and his goal was to make you completely break this time. Reach pure bliss.

“Fuck! Joon! Oh my god! Joon, please!” You begged for something you weren’t even sure you were ready for. “Please Joon give it to me!”

He pressed a button on the wand one more time and made the speed go one level higher. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your hips lifted off the bed completely as you felt the pleasure take over you, Namjoon never ceasing his thrusts. You felt your cheeks start to burn and lips quiver. Your vision began to blur.

“Joon, I’m gonna cum-“ you gasped in broken breaths.

“Cum.” He ordered you, pressing the wand into your clit as hard as he could and hitting the speed button one last time to take you to the third and most intense speed.

You came dramatically, gushing all over Namjoon’s cock and abdomen. Namjoon continued to fuck you, enjoying the view of you spraying your orgasm all over each time he pulled out of you and pushed back in. This continued until he finally came himself, filling you up and collapsing on top of you.

You both laid wrapped in each others arms with chests heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Namjoon stroked your hair, brushing it carefully from your face and placing a careful kiss against your temple.

“Are you okay? Do you need water?” He asked you gently.

“I will in a little. Right now I just need to lay here.” You told him, feeling much too exhausted to even sit up in that moment.

“Thank god because I’m tired too.” He laughed which you couldn’t help but join in as well. “Did you enjoy that?”

“It was.. beyond.” You shook your head in disbelief. “You’re really good at what you do.”

“So you don’t regret it?” He asked you with a tone of hopefulness.

“Namjoon you just made me cum like, what, five times?”

“Six.” He corrected you.

“Six. So, no. I wouldn’t say I regret anything.” You giggle. “Did you enjoy it, at least?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes I did. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a session that much before.” He admitted to you with a smile on his face.

“Good. Speaking of which. Where are the cameras?” You asked him, looking around the room.

“Ah so-“ he said, raising his hand to point just before you at the bookcase that stood in front of his bed. “In between those two books on the middle shelf is one of my cameras. Tiny right? And then-“

You followed his finger over to the window where he kept all his plants and saw, tucked away between lush green, another camera.

“And then one more.” He said, pointing above you both to find a small camera secured to one of the blades of his ceiling fans that almost camouflaged into the color of the wooden blade.

“Wow, you really got all the angles didn’t you?” You told him, giggling.

“Yes. I have my editing cut out for me.” He chuckled. “I just hope me muting you screaming my name doesn’t make the footage too unwatchable or else.. we may have to reshoot.”

“Oh-shit. I’m so sorry.” You felt terrible, and a bit embarrassed. “I got so lost in it.”

“I’m only kidding. I’m just looking for some sort of excuse to sleep with you again.”

“Namjoon-“ you started to tell him, voice serious. “-if you think you can fuck me like that and I’m not going to come back for more, you’ve lost your mind. I’ll be in any video you want me to be in if you fuck me like that each time.”

Namjoon threw his head back in laugher and pulled you to his chest tightly.

“I definitely think we could make some good money making videos together yes but, I’d also like to fuck you not on camera. If you’re interested, that is.” He told you, his voice soft for words so suggestive. “Maybe we could even grab dinner sometime.”

“I’d love to.” You felt as if your heart could burst.

“Great.” He smiled widely and helped you sit up, your head still spinning a bit. “I’m going to order us some food and I need to edit this footage so I don’t miss my deadline. Do you want to help me?”

“Help you? I’m no help with editing?”

“Maybe not.” He shrugged but a hint of a smirk reached his lips. “But I might need help with my breaks since, you know, I’m going to get all worked up re-watching us fuck again.”

“Now that.. that I can help with.”

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