Slutty Skz

He never talks about what’s worrying him because he thinks it’s a burden to you, even when you’ve told him it’s not.

But luckily for him, you know exactly what he needs. What he needs is to give up control.

You wait for him to make his way into the bedroom, and then quietly follow behind him, taking one of the dining chairs with you. When he notices, he says nothing, just sending a raised eyebrow and a look of confusion your way. You place it in the middle of the room and turn to face him.

“Channie, do you trust me?”

He watches you as you slowly make your way over to him, and shudders as you run your palm up his chest to knead at his shoulder.

“Yes.”

His voice is low and a little breathy. He knows what this means - recognised the signal phrase you came up with to ask for permission to take the weight off his shoulders.

You cup his cheek softly, and when you speak it’s even softer.

“Why don’t we get you out of these clothes, hmm?”

With a deep release of breath, he nods, and raises his arms as you start to peel off his hoodie. You take a second to appreciate him, hands passing over his waist, his stomach, up to squeeze at his strong arms, and then back down to tease at his waistband. Grasping lightly at your hips, he tilts his head back, eyelids fluttering closed as you press open mouthed kisses to his neck and jaw.

He chokes on his breath as you ghost over his clothed cock, barely there touches making it twitch against you. You take your time, guiding him with a hand to the back of his neck to rest his forehead on your shoulder.

“There you go, baby. Just let me take care of you.”

A tiny whine slips up his throat, and he adjusts his stance a little wider while you curl your fingers into his hair. You stay like that for moment, one hand anchoring him to you, and the other brushing over his tenting sweats.

When his breathing starts to uneven, and his fingertips dig into your hips, you pull your hand back from the growing damp spot, and start to push his waistband down over the curve of his ass. You help him step out of them, and gently lead him over to the chair you brought in with you.

His eyes follow you while you open the drawer in the nightstand and retrieve what you need before coming to stand behind him. Carefully, you place his beanie on top of his head, deliberately grazing his earlobes when you do just so see the tiny shudder than runs through his body. Leaning forward, you let your lips do the same as you speak.

“You still trusting me, Channie?”

He nuzzles into the side of your face and presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

“For the rest of my life.”

You can’t help but smile as you kiss him from over his shoulder, and it only widens when you hear his quiet gasp as you pull his beanie down to cover his eyes.

“Arms behind your back, baby.”

He follows the instruction immediately like there was no other option but that, and you slip the restraining band over his wrists with care. It’s has stretch, and he could easily get out of it if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He lets it keep him there, a gentle reminder of his submission, willingly given over.

You round the chair to drop to your knees in front of him, hands drifting up his muscled thighs before wrapping firmly around his cock.

His hips jump with a stuttered breath, and nothing can stop the groan from crawling up his throat as you wrap your lips around him. You take him into your throat gradually, letting your spit pool against his hilt to slicken the glide of your hand before pulling off.

Your goal isn’t to get him off quickly, but to draw it out until he’s nothing but putty in your hands.

Flattening your palm against the tip of his cock, your move in small but firm circles.

It started out normally. A collection of pizza boxes lined the table in the living room, Seungmin kicking everyone’s ass at Duck Game on the Switch, and the tipsy conversations rising to alarming volumes.

You’re sat on the couch watching as Changbin’s character dies almost immediately on screen when you get drawn to the conversation happening beside you. How the topic of porn came up, you’ll never know, but Jisung, Minho, Hyunjin, and Jeongin seem very enthralled by trying guess what everyone’s favourite sub-categories could be.

Jisung’s laughing as he says, “I don’t even want to know what Channie-hyung’s watching - I bet that’s stuff is wild”, and you find yourself chipping in before your tipsy brain can stop you.

“Somehow I think Jeongin’s search history would be more questionable? Chan’s is probably just boob stuff but I’m ready to put money on the maknae being a little freak.”

While Jeongin turns to give you a look of mock offence, the others break into little giggles and Minho leans forward with a smirk.

“I think we can all guess what our little Jeonginnie watches, though.”

“Hyung, don’t you dare-”

“Pretty sure our little baby spends his time perusing squirting clips, no?”

Jeongin looks mortified, Hyunjin is actively choking on his own spit, and Minho just sits there with a smug grin watching the chaos unfold.

You giggle along with the others, enjoying the way the youngest’s ears turn a pretty shade of pink.

“Jeez, Jeongin, you should’ve picked something more realistic than that-”

You expected more laughter, but suddenly everyone was smirking in Jeongin’s direction. Minho turned his attention back to you.

“That’s one way to tell us you’ve never squirted before.”

The room suddenly seems quieter, and you laugh to try and distract from the burning of your cheeks.

“Minho-ya, do you think I’d still be single if I’d found a man that could do that for me? That shit’s like gold dust in a world where you get asked if you came after a minute of getting your left lip rubbed.”

Jeongin turns to level you with a look you can’t quite read, and the others are watching the exchange excitedly.

Jisung leans towards you, gaze flickering between you both.

“So you’d jump at a man that could do that?”

Part of you realises that this is a trap, you just haven’t figured out how yet. You slump back in your seat and cross your arms in an attempt to look casual.

“If you’re asking me to choose between mediocre sex where I don’t even get to finish, and mind blowing sex with someone that knows what they’re doing, then yes, I’d jump. And maybe lock him in my metaphorical basement, but it’s never going to happen.”

You notice the way Jeongin tries to control his smirk, but are far more interested in the sparkle in Minho’s eye.

“You say it’s never going to happen, but our little maknae manages it every time…”

Your head whips back to Jeongin, eyes wide.

“Every time?”

He holds your gaze and gives a small nod.

“I mean, if they want it, then yeah, I guess.”

Your brain malfunctions. Server down.

Just static. And also images of Jeongin naked. With his fingers inside you. Which is not a new thought, but this? The picture of you shaking and squirting and clenching around him? It has your thighs tensing without permission.

“Right, if they want it.”

Seemingly happy with the absolute bombshell he’s dropped, Minho starts a new conversation with the boys that your ears don’t even register as you keep watching Jeongin.

With a slight head tilt he lets his little finger graze yours where your hand supports your weight on the couch. He drops his voice and asks,

“What about you, noona, do you want it?”

Your mind might be fuzzy, but there’s no denying the way your stomach flips upside down. You blink up at him, trying to process what the fuck is happening. Eventually you nod.

His eyes are dark, but he gives you a soft smile, and squeezes your thigh gently before standing and holding out a hand for you to take. He pulls you up from your seat, and leads you down the hallway towards his room.

He guides you to sit on the edge of his bed and kneels in front of you, running his hands up and down your thighs.

“You still with me, noona?”

You start to nod, but quickly understand that’s not what he wants. He wants words.

“Yeah, I’m good, promise.”

With a one sided smile, he lifts one had to cup your cheek and rubs his thumb again your skin.

“Good girl. We’re just gonna talk a little first, okay?”

The hand still on your thigh is making it hard to concentrate with way it inches higher, and it takes you a second to be able to stutter out your agreement.

“First, I want you to make yourself cum for me. Show me how you need to be touched to feel good. Once you’ve done that I’ll give you another myself. It’s easier when you’re all sensitive. I’ll make you squirt after that, yeah? And then when we’re done we can cuddle and nap if you want.”

All of that sounds good, but there’s one thing that’s just not right.

“You-you’re not gonna fuck me?”

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, like he hadn’t even considered the option.

“Do you- do you want me to?”

You could tell him that you’ve thought about it before - in daydreams, mid conversation, late at night, but you don’t. You wind your fingers into the hair at his nape, pulling him up towards you until he’s at eye level, and lean in until you’re a breath’s width apart, lips barely brushing.

“You’ll cum inside me, right? I need it, Jeongin. Need you fill me up, please, I-”

He cuts you off abruptly by closing the gap between you, kissing roughly as his hand grip your waist hard enough to ache. He picks you up just to throw you further into the centre of the bed and grinds down when he slots himself between your legs.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, I promise.”

He makes quick work of both your clothes, tossing them uncaringly across the room when he does. He leaves you in just your panties and pushes them aside, taking your hand to guide it down.

“Remember what I said? Make yourself cum and then leave the rest to me, baby.”

You whine into his mouth when you circle your clit, hips jumping at the long needed touch. He rests his forehead on yours for just a moment before starting to trail open mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck. When he gets to your shoulder, he nips and sucks marks deep into your skin and groans as he ruts his cock into the mattress. Continuing on his path downwards, his hands come to grope at your chest, and then replaces one of them with his tongue, making you arch into his mouth. He stays there until he hears the change in your breathing and pulls back, gripping your knees and spreading them further apart.

“Just like that, noona. Show me how pretty you are when you come for me.”

You feel your orgasm building rapidly when you realise he’s watching you, just like he said he would, and you reach your free hand out to grasp his as you feel it crash over you, pressing your hips downwards and throwing your head back.

He gives you no time to recover, knocking your fingers aside to take their place, mimicking your movements perfectly. With firm circles on your clit, he brings his other hand to add pressure firmly on your lower stomach and dives down to lick into you. He swipes his tongue in slow, broad strokes, and it’s the vibrations from his low groan that sends you over the edge again.

He moves to push your thighs towards your chest, tongue still lapping up your cum until you shake. When he finally rises, his face is slick and shiny and the sight of it makes you clench around nothing.

“So good for me, baby. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

His eyes are rounded with awe, and his smile is so bright it’s almost blinding. He drags his nails against the outsides of your thighs soothingly, and gives you a moment to catch your breath.

Your brain is fuzzy, and your ears ring a little with the force of your orgasm and it’s a miracle you can still process what he’s saying.

“Do you want to keep going? We can stop here if you want, noona, you’ve already done so well-”

“Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare stop.” You reach for his hand and pull it to where you need it most, grinding against it. “You promised me, Jeongin, you said you’d be the first to do this for me, I-”

“Hold your legs up.”

His voice is so low it’s almost gravelly, and his eyes are dark and sharp when they meet yours.

With two fingers, he slips inside you smoothly, dragging them back down your walls. He does this a few times, clearly searching for one spot in particular. When he finds it, he curls his fingers sharply, and bullies that one spot mercilessly. He moves fast and sure, and you can’t help the way your jaw drops at how good it feels.

“Don’t hold it in, noona, just let it go, I’ve got you.”

You do, and he does. It feels so good that it takes a second to register that your chest is suddenly wet where you’re holding your breath. He rubs softly between your legs and coos.

“There you go, baby. I knew you could do it.”

You look down to find him touching himself, sharp little twists around his cockhead that make him inhale sharply.

“We’re gonna go one more time, and then I’ll fuck you as your reward, okay?”

(plssss have the girl in the video b black)

I had this one scheduled for next week but since it’s Seungmin’s day today I’ve brought it forward for you 💕

You’re half way through getting ready when you realise you never put your shirt in dryer. Fuck.

You bolt out the bedroom in just your skirt and bra to try and fix the situation, thankful you remembered now and not in two hours when you need to leave.

As you make your way through the living room, you can feel Seungmin’s eyes on you from where he’s sitting on the couch. It shouldn’t come as a surprise when you feel his hand grab yours, but it does. He rubs his thumb over the top of your hand and smiles.

“Morning, baby. Come sit with me a bit?”

He gently pulls you closer, your hand still in his, and once you come to stand in front of him, he cups the backs of thighs and guides you to straddle his lap.

He places a soft kiss to your lips, breathes out a tiny laugh, and sleepily says, “Hi, pretty girl.”

Your cheeks grow warm at his words, and you return his kiss - it’s slow and unhurried, and eventually you find yourself melting against him, fingers threading through the hair at his nape.

He pulls you closer by your hips, licking languidly into your mouth, and hums.

“How long do you have before you need to leave?”

You pull away slightly to look at him. The tips of ears are turning a little pink, and his eyes are rounded as they gaze up at you. You push his hair away from his eyes and cup his cheeks, listening as his breath stutters when you grind down against him.

“I have some time.”

His gaze darkens.

You don’t stop moving.

The kisses turn hotter, your breathing becomes heavier, and in no time at all you can feel his filled out cock beneath you. You take it as your cue to tuck the waistband of his boxers beneath his balls, and stroke teasingly down his shaft. With a tighter upstroke, his head drops to your shoulder with a low groan, and the only thing in your mind is how you want to ride him until he snaps.

His hands move to knead at your ass as you rise on your knees and line him up.

You start with just the tip, hips moving in little circles that test his patience before taking his full length inside you, and that’s exactly how you feel - full.

You bunch your skirt up around your waist as you bounce in his lap, deliberately tightening around his cock to hear his moans.

Granted, it was you that decided to straddle Felix’s lap where he was sat on the armchair. And sure, you were the one that started grinding against him first. But he was the one that decided to dip beneath your waistband to rub your clit, and he’s also to blame for making you moan by curling his fingers in your hair.

So it’s all his fault really.

The two of you are in his room trying to keep quiet to avoid being heard but, god, does he make it difficult.

He breaks the kiss to rest his forehead on yours, “We can be quiet, right?”

You know the answer is no. You might be able to hold it in for a while, but eventually your breathy little whines will get louder and louder.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine, Lix.”

He stands suddenly, lifting you with him, just to turn you away from him and push you back to the chair. The two of you shove down your underwear hastily, and using the backrest for balance, you kneel on the cushions to grant him access.

He makes quick work of retrieving a condom from the side table and rolling it on, and gently pushes his way inside you. After a moment’s pause for the two of you to adjust, he starts slowly rolling his hips.

It goes exactly how you predicted.

With nothing but adrenaline and arousal pumping through his veins, the gentle touches and round eyes are nowhere to be found. He’s confident, he’s dominant, and he takes.

You love every way he touches you regardless of whether the mood is reverent or hungry, and you know you’ll have a great time either way.

You’ve been waiting for him to return to the hotel after the show, and even though you know what’s coming, you’re never really ready.

You’re laying on the bed in your underwear when you hear the hotel door beep, and sit up with feet planted on the mattress, legs spread, and leaning your weight backwards onto your elbows.

When he walks in and sees how you’re waiting for him, his eyes sharpen, and you watch the way his chest rises with a deep inhale.

He tosses his bag and hoodie into the corner and makes his way over to you, stopping at the edge of the bed to grab your ankles and drag you towards him. He leans over your body to give you a filthy kiss, hot, wet, and messy, right from the get go.

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

Hands sliding up and over his chest to grip his nape and legs curling around his waist to tug him closer, you hum against his lips.

“You gonna fuck me into this mattress or just keep staring?”

He raises an eyebrow, but says nothing as he stands to shove his sweats and boxers down in one go. He wraps his arms around your thighs to pull you until you’re flush against him, moves your panties to the side, and immediately thrusts inside you to the hilt.

The sudden intrusion has you gasping, gripping at the bedsheets as you throw your head back.

When you open your eyes to look at him you’re met with a smirk.

“Don’t act so surprised when you literally just asked for this.”

You’re about to reply with a quick quip, but all that leaves your mouth is “Oh God- fuck! Jisung-” as he pulls out to roughly fuck back inside you. The pace is slow, but it’s hard and deep enough that it feels like he’s in your throat.

He bows his head to watch the way he slides in and out of you, and groans lowly.

And tonight is no different.

He’s already made you cum twice on his fingers, stroking your hair as you shake against his chest. He whispers his praise directly into your ear where his chin is hooked over your shoulder, and your head is throw back against his.

As soon as he recognises how floaty you feel - that’s when gently moves you to lay on your stomach. With a hand wrapped gently around your throat, he pins your arm to your back and pushes inside.

His groan is quiet, but even your empty little brain can process both it and the soft words that tumble from his mouth.

With a swift slap to to your ass he pulls you up by your waist.

He pauses in his motion of wiping down the kitchen counter, head lifting up to make eye contact with you. He blinks for a second, letting the words sink in before giving you a pensive nod.

“Yeah, we can do that.”

His discards the cleaning cloth to the side and learns forwards to rest his elbows on the counter. You can see the amusement in his eyes as he notices you shifting in your seat opposite him.

He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly when he asks,

“Did you have something in particular in mind?”

The blush that spreads over your cheeks is unstoppable, and the corner of Minho’s mouth twitches into a smirk at the sight of it. You know exactly what you want - have known for the last hour or so, actually. Gently chewing at the inside of your lip, you break the eye contact and focus on your hands where they sit in your lap, contemplating the right words to say.

He rounds the counter casually, coming to crouch between your legs, hands smoothing up your thighs, just to the hem of your skirt.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes dart to his like obeying the soft command is the most natural thing in the world.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it. You know that, right?”

The little nod you give him makes him smile. Your words are quiet as you speak,

“Nothing too complicated - just enough that I can’t really… move?”

His hands squeeze and knead at the flesh of your thighs, pushing them apart further. He places an open mouthed kiss against your jaw, and lets his fingers drift high enough to make you choke on your breath.

“Is that everything, baby?”

Your ears burn, a tiny whine escaping from your throat as the barely-there touch of his fingertips graze your underwear, making your hips jump.

“Want you fuck me - please, Minho, need you to fuck me-”

The words get stolen from your mouth with a kiss, and he groans at the pressure against his cock as he lifts you, legs wrapping around his waist.

Not supposed to let Chan sneak you into the dorms, not supposed to turn on the shower to muffle your moans, and definitely not supposed to be fucked within an inch of your life every time he calls.

But if you’re not supposed to be doing it, why does it feel so fucking good?

The way he lifts you onto him is effortless, and so is the way he bounces you down onto his cock. You cling to his neck like it’s a lifeline, head tilted back with pleasure.

He cums with a groan, teeth pressed into your shoulder as he tries to quiet the sound crawling its way up his throat.

Jeongin’s tipsy, babbling into the side of your neck where he’s slumped against you.

You run your fingers through his hair and breathe out a laugh.

“Jeongin-ah, baby, you know you can do that right?”

His soft huff tickles your shoulder as he nuzzles in closer, and you can feel him pouting against your skin.

“No, I mean, like, in the middle of the night, while you’re asleep.”

Oh.

Arousal stirs abruptly in your tummy, and your fingers freeze in his hair for a moment before you turn to cradle his pink cheeks in your hands. Tilting his face upwards to make eye contact, you smile back at him softly.

“Then wake me up. You could even do it to wake me up if you wanted, okay?”

His eyebrows furrow slightly and his pout is so cute you could bite him.

“But what if you don’t want to do it?”

This man I going to be the death you. It should be illegal to be so adorable while discussing him waking you up with his cock.

You press a chaste peck to lips and stroke his hair away from his face.

“Then I’ll just tell you that once I’m awake - but I think I’ll really like it, baby. My lovely Jeongin-ah waking me up because he needs me? How could I not want that, hmm?”

The two of you spoke about it again briefly the next morning, just checking in that it’s still something that you both wanted without the alcohol buzz, but it takes a few days for it to actually happen.

You wake up with a gasp, already breathless, and muscles in your stomach jumping. Jeongin’s spooning you from behind, long fingers circling your clit. He notices the hitch in your breath, and pulls you closer.

“Hi, baby,” His voice is thick with sleep as kisses languidly against your neck. “this okay?”

“Fuck… yeah, it’s - it’s good.”

You can feel the way his hard length is pressed to the back of your thigh and wonder how long he’s been touching you for you both to be so worked up already.

“Can I- is it okay if-”

He chokes on his words as you reach behind to touch him.

“Want you to cum inside me, baby.”

His forehead hits your shoulder with a moan.

“Yeah, okay, let me just-” He lines himself up and pushes his way gently inside of you. His thrusts are soft and lazy, and keeps hitting that perfect spot effortlessly.

He’s had a pretty rough day learning the choreo for the upcoming album and just needs to switch off. He trusts you to help with that.

You’re in the bathroom taking off your makeup when he gets home, and when you enter the bedroom you find him naked, kneeling on the floor, with his hands rubbing up and down his thighs. He freezes when he sees you, round eyes staring up into yours where you lean against the doorframe.

“You doing okay there, pup?” You speak quietly and softly, unsure what headspace he’s in, what it is that he needs from you.

He takes a deep breath, eyebrows furrowed slightly like he really has to focus to answer you.

“Today was loud, noona. Can you- can you help me make it quiet? Please?”

You can’t help the way your heart flips. The fact he feels comfortable enough around you to be so vulnerable isn’t something you take for granted, and he looks so, so pretty when he does.

You smile softly and nod, stepping towards him until you’re close enough to cradle his face in your hand.

“Yeah, baby, I can do that for you.”

With a crouch so that you’re eye-level, you kiss him softly, slowing licking into his mouth until you feel him relax. You reach for the discarded belt next to him as he nuzzles against your palm, soothingly. His eyes follow you as you stand and take a step back to gaze at him fondly.

You loop the belt around the back of his neck and tug, making him fall toward onto his hands and knees, and use it to guide him towards you.

It’s starts out pretty innocent. He hooks his chin over your shoulder and locks his arms around you to keep you close. But then his hands start to wander. Feather-light traces over your tummy make you shiver and you realise that it won’t stay innocent for long.

His hand drifts upwards over your ribs to cup your chest through your shirt, and you exhale slowly, tilting your neck to give him better access to where he noses at your jaw.

You love it when Felix touches you like this, almost lazy like what’s happening is inevitable. It’s soft, it’s breathy, and it’s completely unrushed.

Your head drops backwards to rest on his shoulder as he slips his hand into your sweatpants to rub your clit slowly over your underwear. It’s teasing - not quite enough pressure to get you off, but definitely enough to make you wet.

“Need you to keep watching the movie, baby,” his quiet raspy voice is hot against your neck, “gonna have to let me know what I miss, okay?”

You nod your head, gasping as you feel his teeth sink gently into your skin. He leans forward just enough to push your pants to your knees, making his hard cock press to your back.

He continues the circular motion over your underwear, increasing the pressure now that he has more room to move. When he dips past your waistband to touch you directly, you catch your lip between your teeth to try and stifle the whine crawling up your throat. He waits until you’re breathing hard, hips jumping at his touch, before he finally takes off your underwear.

“Jesus, baby, you’re soaked”

You feel the way his cock twitches against your spine and moan softly from his words.

You can feel your orgasm building gradually, and with shaking legs and stuttered breaths you whimper his name, letting him know how close you are.

He pauses the path of hickeys he’s sucked onto your skin to say,

“That’s it, baby, doing so well for me.”

He keeps the rhythm on your clit steady, and your back arches sharply as your orgasm crashed over you. His fingers dip shallowly inside you just to feel the way you tremble around them.

Saying that you love each other isn’t uncommon. But neither of you realised the other meant it as more than just friends.

But one night, while the mood is soft and you’re cuddled together on the bed watching a movie, he says it again. Your head was resting on his shoulder, so you turn slightly to look at him without realising just how close your faces were. You expected him to pull away from it, remain a comfortable distance apart but he didn’t. The tiny hitch in breath caught your attention and you wonder to yourself,

Is this it? Is this my chance?

When you close the distance between you he seems tentative, but kisses you right back. He kisses like he’s nervous, he doesn’t quite know where to put his hands, but once he feels you smiling against him you feel the change. He relaxes a little, lets his instincts guide him as he pulls you closer and licks into your mouth.

The rest of the group have no idea that while they sit there watching a movie, you’re in the next room over with Hyunjin.

“Hey, Binnie, do you think I need to wear shorts under this skirt or is it okay?”

His head lifts up from where he’s sat on the edge of the bed, and you watch in the reflection as his eyes roam over your body. He drops his phone to the covers and stands, walking until he’s close enough to rest his chin on your shoulder. When his hands smooth over your hips and he takes a deep breath, he places a soft kiss to your jaw.

“I think you look perfect, baby.”

Bingo.

You water that seed bit by bit throughout the night.

While the two of you make your way over to Chan’s house, you do a little spin as you hold his hand and notice the way his eyes follow the flutter of your skirt.

When you arrive at the apartment building, you deliberately go ahead of him on the stairs so he catches a glimpse of the crease where your thigh meets your cheeks.

Once you arrive, you wrap your arms around Felix’s neck in a greeting hug, knowing that Changbin will be watching where Felix’s hands loop around your waist.

He doesn’t even realise that the feeling germinating in his gut was all thought out and planned by you.

It’s just a relaxed get together tonight, some snacks, maybe a couple of drinks, and a movie or two being hosted at the dimple dorm. It’s perfect to play innocent.

Now that the seed you’ve sown has started taking root, you hope it’ll start to sprout with a bit of extra attention.

When everyone starts to settle in front of the TV, you choose the beanbag. It’s plenty big enough for the two of you, allows you to curl in into Changbin’s side without getting in anyone else’s way, and most importantly, gives him the perfect angle to see up your skirt when you stand for a bathroom break.

You decide to play it safe for the rest of the movie so he doesn’t realise you’re doing it all on purpose.

Eventually, it’s time to leave, which also means it’s time to resume, and you bend over a little more than necessary as you get into your uber. Changbin says nothing about it, but the hand that kneads your thigh once you’re seated shows how the surface of his restraint begins to crack.

In the elevator up to your apartment his hands stay on your body, pulling your back against his chest as he peppers soft kisses to your neck. You can feel the heat in your stomach building, eyes threading to flutter closed with the way he pulls you closer by your thighs.

He stays glued your back, hands on your hips, while you fumble with the keys to open your front door. It’s getting harder for you to focus knowing how good the length trapped between you will make you feel in just a moments time.

You notice immediately when Changbin starts to truly lose his composure. It’s not as sharp and abrupt as you expected, but then again sprouted seeds don’t bloom with a snap - it’s gradual, beautiful, inevitable. Just like the languid way he licks into your mouth, the way he babbles about how pretty you look, how you don’t know what you do to him. But you do.

He walks you backwards towards the bedroom with one hand burrowed into your hair and the other sliding underneath the back of your skirt to squeeze the plush of your cheek.

He’s already made you cum three times, and won’t even take his clothes off until you’re crying from just his fingers.

With one bullying your clit, and two curling deep inside, he smirks as you shake and whine, completely overstimulated, and loving every second. When you try to move away, he follows. When you try to close your legs, he shoves them back open. It’s a blissful mix of heaven and hell and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

As you shudder through your fourth orgasm, tears streaming down your face, he finally pulls his fingers out. Undoing the belt to his jeans, he shoves them down in one go and places a knee on the bed, watching as you gasp for breath.

Logically, the only thing to do is fuck about it.

You’re on him the second he closes the front door, pushing him up against it and gripping his neck to pull him into a filthy kiss.

He lets out a small grunt of surprise, drops his bag to the floor, and locks his arms around your waist tight enough that you couldn’t leave even if you wanted to.

When he pulls away from the kiss he looks down at you and asks,

“Everything okay?”

You grab his hardening cock through his sweats. “Shut your fucking mouth and kiss me. I need this right now.”

His eyebrows raise and his tongue pokes the inside of his cheeks as he nods slowly.

“Yeah? Me too.”

Hands grabbing at your thighs, he lifts you until your legs wrap around his middle and bring your arms around his neck to hold tight. He kicks off his shoes and starts walking you both to the bedroom, licking into your mouth and squeezing your ass as you go.

He throws you on the bed, makes quick work of removing both of your clothes and flips you onto your stomach. With a harsh slap to your ass, he pulls your hips up and buries himself inside you with one thrust.

“Fuck, baby, you have no idea how much I needed this today” he groans, the sharp snap of his hips forcing a moan from your throat.