He cared about you in a way that made him unusually cautious, almost overly aware of everything he did around you. There was a constant awareness in him whenever you were near, a sense that you weren’t someone he could treat carelessly or push too far without thinking about the consequences.

He was aware of the physical difference between you two, and more importantly, of how fragile you seemed in his presence when he stood too close or moved too quickly. You were small, delicate in a way that made him naturally slow down, it was like his presence alone carried too much weight for you to handle.

He knew exactly what he was.

Big, overwhelming, too much.

Oh, poor you, couldn’t even take his fingers without falling apart on him, your tight cunt clenching and resisting, your voice breaking into helpless cries, begging him to pull it out for just a second.

It really did feel like you were made of glass, something too perfect to damage, too soft to push past its limits without leaving cracks behind. Jay thought about holding back, about keeping things exactly where they were, untouched, safe.

But some things aren’t meant to stay perfect.

Some things are meant to be used, stretched, tested until they give.

“S-Slow down… p-please…” you whimper, your hands press flat against the wall, fingers splayed.

Oh, a perfect glass to ruin. Your back arches so perfectly in front of him, the curve of your body practically inviting him closer, the way your ass presses back without you even realizing it.

It took time to get you here.

A long fucking time.

“Love you,” he whispers against your ear, his lips brush over the sensitive curve of it, lingering there for a second before pressing a slow kiss just beneath. One of his hands settles around your waist, while the other guides himself down, his grip tight as he drags the thick length of his cock forward, letting the wide tip press and slide slowly against your slick labia.

A soft, breathy moan slips out of you before you can stop it, you glance back over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his for a brief second before you lean in just enough to catch his lips in a kiss that’s clumsy but needy.

Your neck strains with the angle, your smaller frame struggling to keep up with his height, but you don’t pull away.

His hips start to move in slow motions, dragging himself along your folds, teasing your clit with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. The friction sends heat rushing through your body, building steadily, making your thighs tense as you try to hold yourself together.

You shift closer without thinking, your back pressing fully against his chest now, and the difference between you becomes even more obvious as both of his arms wrap around you, caging you in, holding you exactly where he wants you.

Your mind feels scattered, spinning in uneven circles, thoughts tripping over each other as anticipation and nerves twist together in your stomach.

You can take it.

You have to.

“Ya ready?”

“Hm…” you nod faintly as you break the kiss, your head dropping against his chest.

The position is awkward for him, his knees bending slightly to line himself up with you, his grip tightening just a bit around your waist as the thick tip of his cock presses against your entrance, nudging, testing, before slowly starting to push inside.

Fuck!

Both of you react at the same time, your mouths parting as an overwhelming sensation pulls a broken whimper from your throat, your body tensing around him as if trying to resist what it doesn’t know how to take.

“Shhh,” he murmurs quickly, his lips move over your ear again, then down to your neck, pressing slow comforting kisses there.

“Hurts…” you whine softly, your fingers tightening against his arms where they’re wrapped around you.

“I know, baby… just—just a little bit more, hmm?” Jay’s voice comes out strained and clearly slipping his control as he tries to keep his pace slow, his forehead and neck tense with effort while he eases forward in small, careful increments, stopping each time he feels you tighten around him.

But the restraint he’s holding onto is wearing thin, his focus breaking in waves as your warmth and closeness start to undo him piece by piece.

You nod weakly against him, lips parting as you try to steady yourself, “M’kay…” the words slurring a little, not quite clear but obedient in a ways that is trying to be good for him even as your body struggles to adjust.

Your hand stays on his arm bracing yourself as he adjusts your position, his feet nudging yours, guiding your legs wider so he can ease in further.

His mouth is trailing messy, lingering kisses along your shoulder and up your neck, so gentle at first then nibbling the skin, until it turn rougher, biting your neck that made your whole body shiver every time he would push his hips deeper.

Why won’t you let him in?

Each attempt is the same unsteady pattern, a careful push forward followed by a pause, then a slight retreat before he tries again, repeating it over and over as he tries to guide you through the sensation without overwhelming you, though the restraint in him is visibly thinning with every breath he takes.

“J-Jay… slow down… please…”

Your fingers tap weakly against his arm, trying to get his attention, but his focus is fractured. He hears you, but it doesn’t fully register the way it should, because half of his attention is gone, consumed by the overwhelming warm of your pussy, by the way everything feels too much and not enough at the same time.

He exhales sharply through his nose, a low grunt catching in his throat as he tries not to lose control completely, his movements stuttering for a brief second before he steadies again, though it’s clear he’s struggling now.

Let him in. Let him in. Let him in!

“Jay, love... please… wait…” you whimper again, almost embarrassed.

You can take this even if it feels like too much too fast. It isn’t that you can’t—it’s that he isn’t slowing the way you need him to, that everything is happening in rushed, uneven waves that leave you barely catching up before the next one hits. It was overwhelming!

“Jay!” A small, panicked squeal as you try again to pull him back into focus, your body tensing as you realize he’s not fully listening anymore.

Something is coming. Your stomach is tightening in a ways you don't fully understand. Something is fucking coming!

But Jay is gone in it now, lost in the moment, the next moment when he finally moves again, it’s with a sudden, decisive push that leaves no space for hesitation, pushing his cock all the way inside you. Drawing a sharp, breathless reaction from you as your body reacts all at once, your head tipping back, neck straining, vision flashing white at the edges as the intensity overtakes you and the world narrows down to nothing but him holding you in place while your hands scramble against the wall just to keep yourself steady.

“Ahh, fuck, finally.” Jay groans, his breath spills hot against your neck, while your own response breaks apart into soft, helpless whimpers.

Your legs tremble beneath him, muscles refusing to steady, and he feels every tight, fluttering clench that grips him like your body doesn’t know whether to pull him deeper or force him out. His jaw tightens, eyes flicking with a brief, impatient roll at the sensation, because it borders on too much, too tight, too warm, and yet he doesn’t move away, doesn’t give in to the pressure trying to push him out; he stays buried, stubbornly pressing forward, addicted to the heat wrapped around him.

Then he notices the way your thighs shake harder, the slick, sudden liquid spill that follows, spurting, as some of it trails down between your legs.

Oh…

You sniffle, lips quivering as embarrassment floods your face just as quickly as the tears do, streaking down your cheeks.

“Baby…” Hazy, almost dazed, Jay leans down to press a kiss against your head.

A flicker of satisfaction underneath it all, he feels what he’s done to you. God, he really did break you, didn’t he? His baby girl, falling apart right where he wants you.

And fuck, it feels good.

He drags himself out slowly, until there’s nothing left connecting you, the sudden emptiness making you gasp, but he doesn’t give you time to recover. He thrusts back in, forcing a sharp yelp from your throat that cracks into another sob as your hands curl uselessly.

Again—he pulls out, then pushes back in with the same steady force, drawing out that same broken sound from you.

“My baby… my love,” Jay murmurs, his head tilting back for a moment as his eyes roll, lost in the way you feel around him. One of his hands slides up, settling around your neck. “My good girl… it’s okay, shhh…” His tone softens just enough to soothe, even as his hips push deeper, contradicting every bit of comfort with the relentless way he keeps going, dragging you right back into it.

All you can do is moan. Your body feels like it’s burning from the inside out, heat spreading through your chest and stomach, pooling low in a way that leaves you breathless and unfocused. Your legs refuse to cooperate, trembling uncontrollably beneath you, barely holding your weight as Jay keeps setting that relentless pace behind you, driving his huge cock into you over and over again, hitting deep, right where it makes your thoughts scatter.

It’s too much, overwhelming in a way that makes your head spin, pleasure stacking until it feels unbearable. Good—too fucking good. It builds and builds, pressing against your nerves until it almost hurts, until it feels like your mind can’t hold onto it anymore. It feels—

“—Feels like I’m g-going to break, Jayyy—” your voice cracks as you cry out, your knees buckling under you, your body finally giving in to the strain.

You don’t hit the ground because Jay catches you instantly.

A sharp squeal leaves you as he lifts you with ease, one arm locking securely around your waist while the other still settling around your neck in a firm hold. The shift in position makes your head fall back slightly, your eyes rolling as your body reacts all over again, the angle changing just enough to make everything hit deeper, sharper, more intense than before.

“You can take it,” Jay groans right into your ear. “Haaa, I love your pussy, baby.”

Your feet dangle uselessly off the ground, swinging slightly with every movement of his body, your toes curling tight as the sensation keeps crashing over you. You are completely held up and kept in place while he keeps going, each thrust forcing another broken sound out of you.

Your back arching helplessly as the sensation overwhelms you again. It feels like you’re slipping somewhere distant, like your body is still here with him but your thoughts are drifting, dissolving into nothing but feeling.

Jay loves you, his baby girl. He fucking loves you.

A deep, guttural groan leaves him as he spills his cum into you, warmth flooding through your already trembling body, but he doesn’t let go, doesn’t ease up, doesn’t give you the mercy of rest. He keeps you held there, suspended in the air and keeps driving his hips, forcing the both of you in overstimulation.

You’re breaking.

That’s the most beautiful part.

If you crack, if you splinter under his hands, if you come apart piece by piece until there’s nothing left of you—he’ll just gather every shattered part and put you back together the way he wants.

Tanned skin, broad shoulders and a criminally narrow waist that flashes beneath the flannel he wears over his tank top— all complimented by a face sculpted by the gods with clear love and care; a plump bottom lip that juts into a pout, tall nose and large eyes that scanned the room curiously— you first made eye contact after Kai let you in, your gaze instantly attracted to the makeshift halo given to him by the lamp he sat in front, his long black hair falling into his eyes. While you instantly looked away, intimidated by how attractive he was, you felt his gaze linger on you for a bit longer.

You let Kai take your hand and drag you to the couch across from this beautiful stranger; some random animated adult comedy show droned on in the background, the only light left after the lamp gets turned off, a few others already taking up space on the couches; you squeezed into the corner while Kai sat to your left, Soobin and Beomgyu taking up the rest of the space— they were nice and fun to talk to, but you only knew them through Kai; you learned it was more entertaining to watch them try to argue whilst high out of their minds.

Across from you, Kazuha and Yunjin wave at you— you were mutual friends through Kai, getting to know them through your econ class after you were paired together for a project; they introduce you to the friends they invited, Chaeryoung and Ryujin. Yeonjun has forfeited a seat on the couch in favor of sitting on the floor, hunched over the coffee table as he rolls up— when you greet him, he gives you a toothy grin, nodding behind him as he introduces you to his invited guest—

"Taehyun." Oh god, you have to try your best not to react too much as he greets you— a polite smile is all you can muster, because you fear anything more than that would give away the effect his mere voice already has on you. It's smooth and deep, with an unexpected gentleness in his tone despite the cool and standoffish front he has going on. You all fall silent, some paying attention to the television while you opt to watch Yeonjun finish rolling up the joint.

He works fast, his fingers nimble and clearly experienced; as much as you like to tease that his skill is concerning, you never turn down a smoke session when it's Yeonjun that's rolling up— you'd like to think that the extra care he puts in his joints add a little extra something that makes your high better. Not that you'd ever tell him that.

You're snapped out of your trance at the sound of Yeonjun calling your name; blinking owlishly, you find him holding out the finished joint and a lighter out to you, eyes tinted with an amused glint.

"Wanna start it off?" he asks— you suddenly feel everyone's eyes fall on you. "You look like you're dying for a hit."

"Am not," you scoff, yet take up the offer anyway; this earns a chuckle from Taehyun, who you can't help but become attuned to instantly. Placing the joint between your lips, you pray that you don't fumble lighting it up and make a fool of yourself in front of everyone.

Then again, it's hard to when you have Yeonjun's work in your hands— you quietly marvel at how quickly the joint lights up, taking a slow drag and watching the tip burn in response. You turn your head to the side to blow out the smoke before passing it over to Kai, settling back on the couch and turning your attention on the show that plays in the background.

As the joint makes its way back to you, a quiet conversation adds to the white noise; you talk about the semester and the finals that approach, listening to Yunjin rant animatedly about her cumulative calculus exam that's driving her up the wall, nodding along in sympathy. Beside you, Kai starts to complain about his job— hyping himself up by saying the same as always: "I'm gonna quit once this semester ends, I swear." The effects of the weed already seem to kick in as you can only muster a slightly slurred remark that he's a hypocrite that's been repeating the same thing for the past two years— when you stumble over your sentence one time too many, the group begins to laugh and you quietly scold yourself to shut the hell up.

It's been a while since you last smoked; you're definitely sure it's showing too, as you proceed to melt into the couch more while the others continue the conversation like nothing— at some point, the others start skipping you when passing the joint around.

Beomgyu and Soobin have started arguing again, something about League and their current rankings. While they have the world's most incomprehensible screaming match, Yunjin drags the girls up and to the kitchen, rambling off about how hungry she is— she turns to you to ask if you'd like to tag along, but when your bleary eyes meet hers and you give her a sluggish shake of your head, she leaves without a fight. Yeonjun trails after them at the reminder of food; beside you, Kai watches his friends fight with a small smile, taking a slow hit from the joint and leaning on your shoulder with a sigh. The two of you curl into each other, and while Kai laughs at the jabs the two throw at each other, you're left unsure of whether they're even speaking a language you know.

A chill runs through your body, and you instinctively turn to the couch across from you— your eyes meet with Taehyun's for the umpteenth time today, but in your high induced daze, you don't feel a panicked urge to look away. Instead, you allow yourself to hold his stare, tilting your head as your eyes begin to wander.

He's shed his flannel; he's left in nothing but a white tank, showing off his arms that are so defined with muscle you're able to pick it up under the low light of the TV. It's unbearable, having such perfect eye-candy on display— even more so when he places his hands behind his head and stretches back, his short tank riding up and exposing his stomach— rather, his fucking abs. You didn't think it was possible to find someone with actual defined abs in real life; Yeonjun always complains to you about how hard they are to maintain.

You're suddenly aware of how dry your mouth is, and you can't control the way you gulp as an attempt to relive the tension. You watch as his eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back, his back arching as he continues to stretch— a low groan escapes his lips, and before you can look away and feign nonchalance, he's melting back down into the couch and meeting your eyes again.

Your face feels like it's on fire, your eyes widening a fraction as you look away— but not before catching the way his lips quirked up in amusement.

"I don't give a fuck that you were at master tier— you're at emerald now and I'm at diamond. So I'm obviously better."

"When have you ever reached master?!" Soobin's yell cuts off your flustered line of thoughts, jumping closer to Kai from the shock his sudden increase in volume gave you. Kai merely laughs at you, grabbing your thighs to bring your legs up to rest on his lap; he absentmindedly rubs your thigh while watching the two continue to debate on who's better.

"And who had to carry you during last night's match?!" Beomgyu yells back; the two are heated, sitting up and trying to loom over each other, but they keep trying to one-up each other that you think they'll stand up any moment. "How many kills did you get again?!"

"Hey, did you want any more?" Kai is holding out the joint to you, leaning in so you can hear him over the screaming match happening next to you. You think about it for a minute— you still feel light and dreamy, but there's the unmistakable feeling of the fog clearing in your mind, able to keep a better grasp on your surroundings than before— and decide it's too early to let the feeling fade, nodding softly and going to reach for the joint.

Instead, Kai beats you to it. He's bringing the joint to your lips, smiling when you raise a brow in surprise but accept the gesture anyway; you follow his instructions to take a long hit, and when he finally pulls the joint away, you've filled your lungs with so much smoke that you end up having a small coughing fit.

"Shit, my bad— that was probably a little too much," he pushes your legs off his lap and hands you the joint, giving you a pat on your back before standing, "I'll go get you some water."

You're left trying to calm down your coughing fit with the smoking joint in your hand, Soobin and Beomgyu now speaking so fast you feel like you're going crazy— there isn't a single word you're able to pick up on, and all you can do is stare at the rug beneath your feet as the weed begins to course through your system once more.

The joint feels warm between your fingers, and you're suddenly itching to get rid of it; glancing to your left, you immediately rule out Soobin and Beomgyu who have now begun to point aggressively at each other. The only other person you can hand this to is sitting across from you, and already staring when you look at him. Taehyun sends you a small smile, reaching his hand out in a silent plea. He's too far from you, so you're resigned to stand on shaky legs and walk over to hand him the joint.

Maybe you should've paid a bit more attention to your surroundings— because then you would've been able to catch Yeonjun's bag on the floor next to the coffee table, your foot catching on it and sending you stumbling forward; you crash into the couch unceremoniously, able to turn your body at the last second to ensure you didn't crush the joint nor burn either you or Taehyun with it— instead, you almost fall on him, saved instead by his hands that shoot forward to steady you. Your head spins from the sudden movement, panting as your heart tries to calm down from the scare.

"Fuck, that's so embarrassing," you whine, covering your face with a hand in shame— Soobin and Beomgyu's argument is briefly cut off in favor of laughing at you, retreating to their own world in surrender after you send them a glare. You hear a low chuckle next to you, and your heart begins to panic once more as you remember who it is you almost fell on top of.

"I'm so sorry," you say through the gaps of your fingers— you don't have the guts to look at him, holding the joint out to his general direction instead. When he takes it, his fingers brush over yours; they're warm and a bit calloused, and you try to ignore the electricity that shoots through your fingertips into the rest of your body.

"No need to apologize," Taehyun says, "you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine," you say, trying to adjust yourself on the couch— you really don't think you can get back up, especially now that you're high again— you shift away from him, just so you don't have to feel like you're going to shut down every time your thighs press against each other, and frown, feeling a sudden tension in your right hand.

Taehyun takes another hit, and you try to watch from the corner of your eye—his plump lips that wrap around the joint, his brows that knit together while he inhales, looking away from you so he can exhale; you catch him doing a ghost, and you swear you've never seen anyone look so hot while smoking. You're quick to look away so he won't catch you ogling this time.

You're back to watching the TV absentmindedly, the tension in your hand coming back as you shift— frowning, you begin to massage your hand, flinching when your fingers push into the knuckle of your thumb; a stinging sensation shoots through you, and you can't hold back the sharp hiss you let out as you experimentally push in again. Taehyun's head snaps over, watching quietly as you continue to massage your thumb, fingers careful and hesitant as you press into the muscle.

Your eyes that were glued to the hands on your lap widen as Taehyun reaches for your sore hand, bringing it up to his face to examine it; your mouth feels dry as you observe the concern etched into his frown, lithe fingers wrapped around your wrist and turning your hand over in his— his lips clamp down on the joint so he can examine you with his other hand, leaning toward you as he does.

Slowly, his fingers smooth over your skin, fingertips stopping at the knuckle you were tending to earlier. His thumb and pointer fingers move to squeeze your joint experimentally, his eyes flickering up to your face when you grimace and your hand twitches in his hold.

"How bad does it hurt?" he murmurs, his face so close to yours it feels like you've been sucked into a whole different dimension. You can smell the weed that lingers with the joint, the flame beginning to die out, and the clean, calming scent of his cologne— serene and endless, like a cabin in the woods surrounded by the smell of cedar and nature. It's fresh, clean— his face is a mere inches away from yours, and when his eyes flicker up to meet yours, you feel as though you've been kicked in the gut and forced to answer.

"Not— not too bad, I'm sure it's nothing serious," he raises a brow, digging his fingers into your muscle once more— when you let out a choked yelp, the corners of his lips tick up. You let out a shaky breath as you try to be brave and hold his stare. "I think I just landed on it wrong."

"You're sure?" his eyes sparkle with an undeniable mischief, watching with a glint in his eyes as you immediately nod— he presses into your thumb again, just to watch you jolt and try to rip your hand from his; he tightens his hold on you before you can. "Still sure?"

"Okay, maybe it's a little sore," your courage has been snuffed out, your eyes falling to your lap dejectedly. Taehyun chuckles, plucking the joint from his lips before putting it down on the ash tray on the coffee table— his hand has yet to let yours go.

"Thought so," he murmurs; bringing your hand close, he caresses the sore spot slowly. "Sorry, didn't mean to get so rough with you."

Your mind goes blank— his fingers linger on your skin for a second, his eyes fluttering to look up at you once more. He's gently placing your hand back on your lap, giving it a gentle squeeze before he lets go. You're not sure what prompts you into saying the things you do, but the words tumble from your lips anyway.

"No, it's fine. I don't mind."

Beside you, Taehyun stiffens; he does nothing more than nod, letting out a thoughtful hum and leaning back into the couch. The air between you two feels undeniably charged, and you think you might blurt out something stupid again if this tension persists. Instead, you're saved by Kai who finally emerges from the kitchen— you send him a glare for taking so long, and he rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, Yeonjun was telling us about his situationship again," he sits next to you, uncapping the water bottle before handing it to you, "I got distracted."

"You're lucky I love you," you murmur, gulping down water— Kai leans in, dropping his voice and whispering in your ear.

"Why'd you switch seats?"

You don't like the tone in his voice— teasing, as though you had ulterior motives. You narrow your eyes at him when you find a coy smile playing at his lips.

"I was passing the joint to him."

"And you just had to stay here?"

"Shut up," you raise your voice, smacking his shoulder to get him away from you— while Kai just laughs, you see Taehyun glance over at you from your peripheral. "Whatever you're thinking, stop."

"Yes ma'am," Kai gathers your legs in his lap again, pulling you closer instinctively, "Taehyun, could you pass the joint over here?"

"Sure," he leans forward, picking up the joint before frowning— he gives a testing tug, and when nothing comes out, he shakes his head. "It went out. Where's the lighter?"

"Oh— I have it," you're patting your pockets in search of it, finally fishing it out with a triumphant cheer— you're about to hand it over to Taehyun, but instead of taking it, he leans into you, the joint hanging between his lips.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his— his eyes are dark, and he's raising a brow at you as though your hesitation were odd— he nods his chin toward you, and you're bringing up the lighter, having to flick it a few times before the flame finally emerges. While his gaze is glued to the tip of the joint, you take this moment to get a closer look at him; his black hair that's lit up under the soft flame, stray hairs falling over his round eyes with thick lashes that flutter softly, his smooth skin and slim face, you take it all in like it's the last time you'll ever see him again; when he finally pulls away, you're quick to do the same, afraid to get caught staring for the millionth time tonight.

You face forward, trying to pretend that the moment that passed wasn't enough to startle your heart— when you look up, you're mortified to find Soobin and Beomgyu staring at you with wide, sleazy smiles. When you frown, their grins only widen— you shake your head softly when you see Beomgyu ready to speak, and to your surprise, he actually shuts his mouth with a coy chuckle; you think there might've been genuine fear flashing in your eyes with the way he obliged so easily.

From the corner of your eye, you see Taehyun taking another hit before passing it off to you; you don't hesitate to take it this time, more than ready to ease tonight's tension a bit, taking a long hit before passing it off to Kai— you and Taehyun don't interact much for the rest of the night, and while your heart is thankful for it, your brain quietly itches for a little more; a glance, a conversation, something— but Taehyun falls quiet without Yeonjun by his side, and the said man spends the rest of the night in the kitchen ranting to the girls about his recent heartache.

It isn't until everyone is leaving that you run into him again, standing idly in the kitchen and picking at the snacks that were left behind; it's two AM and you've cashed in your best friend privileges to sleep over at Kai's while everyone is saying their goodbyes after finally sobering up. Yeonjun is glued to your side, sneaking in a last few pieces from the candy bowl while you make him promise to catch you up on everything he was spilling to the rest of the girls.

"It's not my fault, you're the one that chose to stay on the couch the whole time."

"Well, you should've tried to come get me again!"

"Why would I do that?" he leans in closer, whispering in your ear with a coy grin, "when you and Taehyunie were getting along so well?"

"Whatever," you shove him off you with a scoff, but he only lets out an obnoxious laugh, leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek before bidding you goodbye and running out the kitchen. Taehyun wanders in a few minutes later.

It's ridiculous, really— your heart begins to race the moment you make eye-contact with him, and you're turning to face the counter as a result, picking aimlessly at snacks and candy bowls in a weak attempt to seem busy. You think your heart might stop when you feel him looming over you, his shadow encasing yours as he softly clears his throat; you have to brace yourself before you finally turn around.

"Hey," his voice is deep and a bit raspy, and you get a whiff of mint as he speaks— sure enough, he's chewing on gum, and you realize with a pathetic skip of your heart that he has dimples, one so deep and etched into the side of his right cheek. "Do you have Yeonjun's lighter?"

Oh. That bastard.

"Oh! I do, yeah," you give a weak laugh, an attempt to ease your overactive nerves; sure enough, Yeonjun's lighter is still in your pocket, and you're fishing out the Zippo decorated with stickers and handing it out to him.

"Thanks," he shoves it in his front pocket, and you nod. He takes a step back, and lingers for a moment. "It was nice meeting you. I'll see you around?"

"Yeah," your response is a tad too swift and eager, and though it makes your skin crawl, the smile he gives you evens it out. "It was nice meeting you too."

He gives you a polite smile before turning on his heel and leaving for good— you watch him leave, quietly following up to the kitchen doorway just to keep him in your sight a little longer.

And thank god you do— because the image of his broad back and the subtle flex of his muscles is the last thing you get to ingrain in your mind before Kai shuts the door behind him. Your best friend is instantly turning to you, and you hide behind the wall and pretend you hadn't been caught.

His obnoxious cackle is enough to have your skin heating up with embarrassment, hiding your face behind your hands as you recount the way you acted tonight.

"Dude, you were like a cat in heat."

You can't even fight back, because he's undeniably right.

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You can't stop thinking about him. It's been a week, and he's still invading your thoughts; maybe it's because you're starting to notice him on Yeonjun's Instagram posts more, or because you actually pay attention to Kai's rants after finding out he works with him at the local record shop— he's everywhere. He's been everywhere, and you just never realized it. You're anxious to see him again, your heart trembling with every night you had to spend overthinking the few hours you spent together— the lingering gazes, his touch on your hand, the kind glint in his eyes— you're tired of recounting the same scenarios over and over. So when Kai invites you to be his plus one to a party Taehyun's friend is hosting, who are you to say no to your best friend?

"Oh my god, how many times are you gonna ask? I don't know, they look the same to me!"

"They're literally not!" you flip the denim skirts over to show him the back, "the pockets! And the color! One's darker."

"Well they look the same."

"Ugh, you're not helping," you throw the skirts off to the side, flopping on your desk chair with a sigh. From your bed, Kai pouts, hugging your bunny plush closer as he watches you massage your temples.

"What about that one dress you have?" you look up in confusion, and he nods over to your open closet, "the pink one you got for our beach trip."

Your face lights up— that pink dress. The one you found at the mall by sheer luck, flattering and short with a skirt that swayed with your movements and gave others a peek of what was underneath if you weren't too careful. You completely forgot you owned it.

"Kai, have I ever told you how much I love you?" you bat your lashes at him, skipping over to the closet— sure enough, the pretty pink material peeked out from the very back of the rack, begging to be taken out. Kai only hums absently, and you look over your shoulder to send him a smile. "Now can you please get out? I'm gonna change."

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You're smoothing the dress down your hips when Kai knocks. It's been half an hour and you've yet to let him back in again.

"Come in," you finally say, turning to the side in the mirror, checking if the halter straps of your dress are tied in that perfect bow you practiced. The fabric of the skirt moves with you, fluttering around your thighs like a blooming flower— you see Kai come into the frame behind you, wearing a tight shirt and jeans that sit just a tad bit low on his hips, skin coming into view when he raises his hand to ruffle his curled blond hair. You glance at your appearance one last time before turning to him.

"Do I look okay?"

"You look great," he smiles, taking you in, in all your glittery glory, "you'll have Taehyun drooling all over you tonight."

"Shut up," you scoff, turning your back to him and scampering to get your purse and heels— Kai's insufferable smirk won't leave his face as he leads you out and to the ride he ordered to take you two to the party.

Kai is graceful enough to drop the subject for the rest of the car ride, choosing to tell you about the actual host of tonight's party so you don't go in blind; contrary to what you previously thought, there's no special occasion for tonight's party— Keeho merely did it for the love of the game. Kai details how Keeho throws parties every month or so, because after having his twenty-first get called a "rager", he decided it'd be fun to keep the title up.

"It might be packed tonight," Kai says, "Taehyun was telling me all the shit he had to get for tonight— from the sounds of it, I wouldn't be surprised if there were like, over a hundred people in there."

"Jesus Christ," you're pulling in to a street, finding the neighborhood lined with cookie-cutter houses that look like it'd take you three jobs to maintain; you can already spot a house toward the end of the cul-de-sac bleeding music loud enough to disturb the neighbors and other cars dropping off people who are already stumbling inside— adrenaline licks up your spine, a smile breaking out on your face at the sight of a party actually living up to the hype. When you turn back to Kai with stars in your eyes, he laughs.

"See what I mean?" He thanks your driver before sliding out the car behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you inside, "He got the reputation for a reason."

"How the hell has this not gotten shut down yet?" you have to raise your voice as you slip inside, the air instantly switching to something foggy and hot— there isn't a single person in front of your that's sober, and Kai has to lean close to be able to hear you.

"I think his neighbors are usually out on business trips," Kai yells, "but I've also heard rumors that he keeps a "special" relationship with them, if you know what I mean."

You do not. And you're sure you really don't want to.

"That's him!" Kai is pointing at the elevated DJ booth, and when you ask who you're supposed to be looking at, he points at the DJ himself— your jaw drops as you take him in, platinum hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his dark eyes narrowed as he focuses on his deck; he takes off one of headphones as someone approaches him, probably requesting a song stupid enough to warrant the way his face twists with disgust, waving the person away without a second thought.

"Wait!" something in your mind clicks when you see him look up, the confident grin on his face giving you flashbacks to a late night out, "Isn't he DJ K? From the rave we went to?!"

Kai's nod is reciprocated with a slap to his shoulder— when he gives you an offended look, you scoff.

"He's been throwing parties this whole time and you didn't bother telling me you knew him?"

"Taehyun knows him," the mere mention of his name is enough to bring a smug smile to Kai's face, "so if you're gonna be mad at anyone, get mad at him."

Kai's sporting that weird look on his face again, like he's scheming something and you're at his mercy— it's making you nervous, and it must show on your face because your friend is taking your hand and dragging you through the house with a suspicious familiarity that makes you wanna hit him again. Instead, you allow him to bring you to the mini-bar— bar!— they have, ordering a round of shots you gratefully accept. The tequila Kai ordered for you goes down smooth, though you can't stop yourself from making a face, scanning the crowd to try and play it off; you can see Kai laughing at you from the corner of your eye.

"You wanna go dance?" he asks, watching you continue to analyze the crowd before you, "or… are you looking for someone?"

Reluctantly, you look up at him— he sounds like he knows something you don't, so you give in and tell the truth. "Maybe."

"About time. C'mon," Kai offers his hand, lacing your fingers with his and pulling you close, weaving through bodies and venturing deeper into the house— again, with such effortlessness that has you irked. He's leading you to the basement, leaning close to your ear with a grin. "That clueless act was getting old."

His loud laugh and the booming music is enough to drown out the names you curse out, the smell of weed already reaching your senses as the air gets cloudier the more you descend— your heart begins to pound in anticipation at the thought of getting to see Taehyun again.

Right as you reach the last step, Kai lets go of your hand and snakes his arm around your waist instead— when you send him a confused look, he merely shrugs and pulls you in closer.

"Don't want any creeps to try and hit on you."

The basement is relatively dark, only lit up by a line of bulb string lights that go across the back wall— there are small rectangular windows high up that are left open, and a pool table off to the side where a few people crowd, but the real center of attention lies in the center of the room, people melted into the couches that circle a small coffee table, filled up with ashtrays and beer bottles— it's there that you spot Taehyun rolling up, finishing up a joint— not the first one, if the lingering smoke in the room is any indicator. His tongue darts out to lick along the paper, and like some freaky sixth sense, his eyes dart up to meet yours.

"Scary," Kai's hold on your waist tightens, "it's like he was waiting for you."

Your heart flips at the mere thought, but you act aloof as you allow your friend to lead you into the circle, finding a conveniently open spot next between Yeonjun and Taehyun— the former cheers at the sight of you two, opening his arms for a hug you happily initiate.

"Finally!" You're bending over to hug Yeonjun, who's practically one with the couch— Kai hovers behind you to cover your rising dress. "I almost thought you weren't gonna show up!"

"And who told you I was coming?" because it definitely wasn't you— pulling back, you catch Yeonjun's red eyes widen before glancing over your shoulder. You've barely spent five minutes with him, but Yeonjun's already managed to piss you off.

"You came at a good time," Yeonjun says instead, pulling you down by the wrist to sit next to down; Kai squeezes between you two instead of taking the open spot. "Those dumbass randoms took our joint, so Taehyunie's rolling us a new one."

Sure enough, Taehyun's cleared out a small space on the coffee table to make way for his setup; a thought lingers in your head that you wish you could've seen him rolling up, because as he's finishing up the surprisingly pearled joint, your eyes linger on his nimble hands, and your thoughts wander to an embarrassingly desperate place.

Taehyun is fishing something from his pocket, a simple black lighter with the letters K.TH written toward the bottom of one side; he goes to sit as he lights the joint, the action so indifferent that you're convinced to think nothing of the way he falls back next to you, pressed close despite having plenty of space to sit.

He's dressed in all black today; a simple black tee that hugs his body and ends just above the waistband to his jeans, earning you a peek of his navel as he leans back against the couch. The thin silver chain he wears glints under the low light of the flame, complimented by the small silver hoop earrings that decorate his ears. When he looks over at you, you play off your staring by pretending you were waiting patiently for him to pass the joint to you.

You quickly realize that Taehyun is a very quiet person— and it's frustrating. Kai and Yeonjun make idle conversation that you occasionally jump into, but your interest is more on the man next to you that's decided all he can do is nod along to what the others are saying. By the time the joint has been passed back to you for the umpteenth time, you're high to push yourself to try and talk to him— the last thing you want to do is stumble over your sentences trying to woo this man.

"I wouldn't pass it to her, I think she's already out of it," Yeonjun and Kai laugh to themselves, and your head rolls over to them to send a scathing glare. Your sluggish movements only serve to make them laugh harder. "She's a total lightweight."

"You liar!" you're sitting up, crossing your arms against your chest with a pout. "Just because I don't smoke every other day like you, doesn't mean I'm a lightweight!"

"Nah, if you take another hit you'll probably fall asleep," Kai is all in your face with that insufferable grin of his, refusing to stand down, "it's what you always do when we smoke at my place."

You're about to curse Kai out for airing out your business like this— the last thing you want Taehyun thinking is that you're a lame person to smoke with! You're fired up, brows knitting together and lips curling to a scowl when suddenly, Taehyun cuts into the conversation.

"Hey, don't do my girl like that," all heads are snapping over at him: Yeonjun and Kai because they're surprised to hear him join in, and you because you think you're hearing things.

He's leaned back against the couch, arms crossed and showing off his biceps— you have to rip your eyes away from his arms to take in the small, coy smile he dons, the lit joint hanging loosely between his lips. His eyes flicker over to you, his smile widening a tad when he catches the surprise on your face. "If she wants another hit then let her get another one."

"Someone's feeling brave," Kai put his arm around your shoulders, giving you a teasing shake that makes you whine in protest. "Acting like you weren't falling asleep earlier!"

Kai's teasing is persistent, cooing and pinching your cheeks as you try to shove him off and tell him that you'll be fine— your bickering goes on for a while, your foggy brain trying its best to keep up with Kai's childish arguments; it's a losing battle, but when you feel a warm hand land on your thigh, it's like a bucket of ice water has been dumped over you, sobering you instantly.

Taehyun has gotten close— very close, his shoulder brushing against yours as you feel Kai's hand slip from your shoulders; the world around you seems to fade away as he stares at you with low-lidded, dark eyes. His brows are set in a slight furrow and his jaw seems a bit tight, the hand on your thigh squeezing ever-so slightly— not enough to feel aggressive, but enough to make you squirm, breathless as your lips part in anticipation— for what exactly, you're not sure.

"Do you wanna take hit?" his voice is soft, but he makes up for it by leaning closer toward you. You can feel the callouses on his palms as he rubs your thigh slightly, fingertips brushing against the skirt of your dress that's ridden up. You nod, but it's only returned with a shake of Taehyun's head. "I need to hear you say it, or I won't give it to you."

His fingertips have ventured toward your inner thighs— your legs squeeze his hand on instinct, and you feel his grip tighten, nails digging in and making you swallow back a whimper.

"Y-yeah," you breathe out, "I can handle it."

Kai and Yeonjun scoot a bit away from you, looking at each other and pretending to gag— they're lucky you don't catch it, because if you did you might've beaten them up; they can't help themselves from glancing over at you two one last time before they head over to the pool table.

Taehyun takes one last, long hit, doing a french inhale that makes you call him a show-off. He merely chuckles, turning away to blow out the smoke before he's holding up the joint to your lips. Your eyes flutter up to meet his, glittering under the low lights as you part your glossed lips and take a hit— you find yourself a bit intimated by the intensity of his stare, pulling away far too soon and turning away in hopes of hiding your flustered face.

"C'mon, what was that?" Taehyun's hand is slipping from your thigh to cup your chin and pull you back toward him, huffing out a laugh at the pout you sport. He raises a brow at you, mocking. "Don't tell me you considered that a hit."

"I mean," with the way he's smiling at you, you're able to spot sharp canines that bite down on the tip of his tongue teasingly, a dangerous thrill shooting through your spine at the sight. "I guess."

He laughs, shaking his head as he squeezes your cheeks affectionately— you're positively dizzy with the sudden onslaught of attention, shifting on the couch and squeezing your thighs together; Taehyun's eyes flicker down, his brow twitching in amusement before he's bringing the joint back up to your lips. "You can take another hit, can't you?"

You don't hesitate to nod.

"Here. Take a bigger one," he's guiding your face forward to meet him halfway, placing the joint between your lips and watching the tip light up as you inhale. He keeps his hold on you the whole time. "Come on, keep going."

"Little more… there we go," he's practically purring the words out, plucking the joint from your lips and tucking it between his own. His smile is coy as he watches your brows twitch, exhaling the smoke and willing yourself to not fall into a fatal coughing fit. When you fall back against the couch in success, he gives your thigh a soft pat. "Took it like a champ."

You feel like you're losing your mind with the way his words are hitting you with a heat that festers in your core. Your limbs are tingling and you feel a small smile etching on your face, shifting so that you're leaning on your side to face him fully.

"Kinda hard not to when you were holding me down," you giggle, and he leans forward, successfully closing you two off in your own little bubble.

"Can you blame me?" he murmurs, "you were enjoying yourself."

"What, so you're a mind reader now?"

"Nah," Taehyun's eyes crinkle as he smiles, "but it's not hard to read you when you look at me like that."

"Oh yeah?" you reach forward to take the joint from his lips, taking a small hit to hide your smile. "And how exactly was I looking at you?"

"Like you've had enough for tonight," the joint is taken from you yet again, and you're frowning, getting ready to protest— he shakes his head, leaning to the coffee table to snuff out his joint; you're completely melted into the couch while he remains sitting up, hovering over you with low-lidded, red eyes and a gentle smile. His eyes run over your body, stopping at your hips and letting out a small sigh. Reaching up, he tugs your dress down, that familiar tick to his jaw coming back. "Do you realize how short this dress of yours is?"

The smile on your lips only widens, and there's a playful glint in your eyes as you push your hips up, right against his hand that continues to hold the fabric down. "Something wrong with that?"

"'Course not." his hold on the fabric slips, watching it bounce right back up to rest on the curve of your hips, dangerously high. His gaze is shameless as he continues to take you in, and it's enough to have adrenaline shooting through you, a quiet, dazed giggle escaping you and snapping his attention back to you. He watches you for a moment, and there's this soft look in his eyes that has you squirming in place, your boldness instantly quieting down under the weight of his stare.

"You feeling okay?" he eventually asks; you simply nod. "Tired?"

"No," you bite back, though it's true— whenever you smoke with Kai and Yeonjun, you always find yourself falling asleep. But with this strand, you're feeling… different. Instead of that lethargic, dreamy high that settles heavy into your bones and sings you to sleep, you're faced with something brighter, urgent— your body tingles with restlessness, and there's a heavy heat that settles deep in your stomach that you refuse to acknowledge. "It's definitely not that."

You gulp, feeling yourself take the backseat in your own body; you feel absentminded as you continue this back and forth with Taehyun, finding yourself preoccupied with the feeling that continues to build up inside you— you feel good. It feels like the type of high your friends always describe, where they're giggling to themselves, lost in euphoria while you fight back sleep; your mind races as you say something that makes Taehyun laugh, a full body action that you can't help but find endearing.

You're staring. You know you are, but you couldn't care less in this moment, because he looks good. Criminally good, and it's enough to make that heat in your stomach worse.

"Still doing okay?" he asks. When you respond you're just a bit tired, he nods. "Do you want me to get Kai so he can take care of you?"

 "What?" you raise a brow, caught off guard by the sudden mention of him. "Why?"

For the first time since you've met him, he looks embarrassed; under the low light, you swear you see his ears turn a bit red, and he's turning away to look at the pool table across the room. "I mean, it seems like he…"

His words hang heavy in the air. A minute passes before it finally clicks for you. 

"Oh my god, no!" you fall into a fit of laughter, and Taehyun simply watches, confused. It's enough to make you laugh harder. "No, we're just friends. I promise."

"Oh," Taehyun seems deep in thought, and when he shifts, he seems a lot less tense. "Sorry, it's just that you guys are… touchy."

"Hmm, I can see why you thought that," you glance over at Kai and Yeonjun, the two playing a round of pool against two strangers, "but he's also the type to kiss his friends when he's drunk."

He frowns.

You laugh, "his guy friends."

"Oh," his eyes widen, his ears getting a little redder. You're soaking it all in, welcoming the sight of him so discomposed, "somehow I haven't seen him do that before."

Shrugging, you send him a wink. "Maybe you're next."

The laugh he lets out is loud, a bit startled. Your words are lighthearted, but it's clear you both consider it a possibility; you think you might've scared him from being around Kai alone and drunk.

A loud cheer erupts from across the room, and you and Taehyun are looking over to catch Kai and Yeonjun celebrating, loud and shameless as Kai places a kiss on Yeonjun's cheek— Taehyun looks over at you, raising his brows, and you simply shrug as though to say 'see what I mean?'

Your small bubble is popped as Kai runs over to you, an excited puppy as he asks if you saw the way they defeated the guys they were up against. You pat his head and tell him he did great, and you swear you can see a tail wagging behind him— Yeonjun is then perking up as he hears a song he likes playing faintly upstairs, grabbing your hand and urging you to go dance with him— because according to him, it'd be a shame to not show off your cute outfit.

When you turn and ask the remaining two if they're tagging along, Taehyun shakes his head, much to your disappointment. "Not in the mood to dance right now, sorry."

Kai flops down next to him, throwing an arm around his shoulders and saying he'll stay behind to keep him company— when Taehyun's eyes widen and he looks at you for help, you merely laugh and wave him goodbye.

"Any progress with Taehyunie?" Yeonjun rests his hand on your hip, pulling you into him and whispering in your ear.

"Tons," you grin, glancing down at his hand that taps your hip to the beat. "What're you so touchy for?"

When you look up at him, Yeonjun's grin widens, sending you a wink (or whatever his rendition of a wink is called— a blink, more like.) before kissing your temple and pulling you even closer.

"He's a jealous guy."

Your heart skips, letting Yeonjun guide you up the stairs and looking over your shoulder for one last glance— and sure enough, his eyes are following you the whole way up, his brows furrowed and his tongue poking at his cheek as Kai talks his ear off. The look stays with you the whole night, even after you all reunite to say your goodbyes and go your separate ways— he's much better at hiding his irritation when you're watching, though you were still able to catch the annoyance in his eyes after Yeonjun hugged you close and complimented your appearance one last time, taking your hand and making you spin around for him. When you turn to say goodbye to Taehyun, Kai and Yeonjun suddenly become enraptured in their own conversation a few feet away from you.

"Did you get kissed tonight?"

Taehyun rolls his eyes and chuckles, "No, I didn't."

"Shame," you pout, "maybe next time then."

"Oh?" he cocks his head, raising a brow as he smiles slyly. "You offerin'?"

Taehyun seems to have a knack for catching you entirely off guard at the most random moments; your mouth is falling open and you're left speechless, feeling a heat rush up the back of your neck and flood your face— you can't hide the way he's flustered you, trying to recompose yourself while he watches with a satisfied smile.

"What, do you want me to?"

"I mean," he shrugs. "Who wouldn't want a kiss from a pretty girl?"

You'd like to blame your next action on your lingering high, your hands tingling as you reach to cup his cheek and bring him to you— his eyes widen, but before he can move, you're planting a gentle, glossy kiss against his jawline. When you pull away, you spot the imprint of your lips and smile.

"Goodnight, Taehyun," you say sweetly, "It was nice seeing you again."

You spin on your heels, feeling the skirt of your dress sway with your hips as you walk; you don't dare look back, because the mere heat of his stare is already enough to make your knees weak. This time, you've made sure to leave a lingering impression on him— hopefully it's enough to make him as crazy about you as you are about him.

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"Rough day?"

"Fuck, don't get me started."

You feel— and look— a mess. Finals week is fucking you over, the onslaught of work that's being piled on you convincing you that your professors are all in on a conspiracy to overwork you to death. You've just left your final class of the day, some random elective you chose to get the credits you needed to graduate, and your least favorite— because of course the professor would be insufferable and choose to call on you every other class. Even their voice is enough to make your skin prickle, and you've just escaped an hour of the most boring lecture of your life.

You've met up with Kai at your favorite cafe that's just off-campus; it's cozy and a better alternative to the library that's packed with students cramming for exams. You sip on your drink, some fancy latte you only gathered courage to order after Kai told you it was his treat.

"How are your finals going?" the question is more of a formality, because as you take a good look at your friend— clear skin, glowing eyes, hair perfectly styled, a gentle smile on his face— you scowl and shake your head. "Never mind. Don't tell me anything."

He laughs, smug and shameless despite the way your dull eyes glare at him.

"Seriously though, when was the last time you had a moment to relax?" he lets the question hang in the air, and frowns when you can't find an answer. "You wanna hang out this weekend? We could have a movie night and smoke. Get you some proper sleep for once."

"I dunno Kai," you say, "it just… hasn't been hitting the same."

Kai frowns. "What do you mean?"

"It's just," you bite your lip, hesitant, "I dunno— when we smoked at the DJ K party, it felt a lot better. I think whatever strand you have leaves me feeling weird the next day, but I didn't feel it when I smoked then."

A small smile flickers on Kai's face— you roll your eyes. "I'm serious."

"No, I know," Kai says, "but that strand you like? I don't have it. You'd have to ask Taehyun about it."

Your stomach flips; despite the clear opening, you can't stop yourself from being stubborn. "What, you can't just ask him where he got it?"

"Think he got it when he went to a music festival," Kai leans forward, resting his chin on his palm. "But if you're so curious, I can call him for you."

"Seriously?" He nods, sporting an innocent smile that doesn't waver even as you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. "I mean, I guess you could."

"Cool," he's pulling out his phone and immediately dialing the said man— before you can scold him that you didn't mean call him now, Kai is sitting up and holding up his hand to tell you to hold on.

"Hello?" Kai's smile instantly switches from innocent to evil— your heart drops. "I have someone who wants to talk to you."

He's shoving the phone in your hands, scooting back and crossing his arms. You scramble, holding the phone in your hands like it's a bomb as you silently curse your friend out— Kai ignores the onslaught of names and insults, motioning to his phone and telling you that 'he's waiting!' The reminder is enough to have you pressing the phone against your ear, your voice shaky as you greet Taehyun and tell him who's speaking.

"Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to ask you something," despite your pounding heart and the blood rushing in your ears, you hold the phone tight and try to your voice steady— you're sure he can hear your efforts, because he's letting out a soft chuckle, his voice low and smooth as he tells you 'go for it.'

"Do you remember what we smoked at DJ K's party? I feel like nothing's been hitting the same… and I kinda need a bit of a stress reliever." You sigh. "Finals week has been kicking my ass."

"Shit, I'm sorry— I don't remember off the top of my head, and I'm not home right now to see," you're chewing your lip, wondering why Kai put you in this situation in the first place— what the hell are you supposed to get out of this? "And unless you're willing to travel a lot for it, I doubt you'd be able to get your hands on it."

"Oh," this conversation is a total dead end, and you're wilting back against the chair in disappointment. Kai on the other hand is on the edge of his seat, eyes widening in panic. "No worries then. Thanks anyway."

There's a pause on his end, and you're expecting him to end the call with a stiff goodbye— instead, he clears his throat, letting out a deep sigh.

"Tell you what," he sounds a bit hesitant, as though unsure of how to word his sentence. "How 'bout you just have some of my stash? We could smoke and you can tell me all about your finals. Maybe get something to eat."

You're heart flies up to your throat, and you're sitting up in surprise— Kai is leaning forward, mouthing a hasty 'what?!' that you ignore.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Of course I am," he chuckles, "sounds like you need it."

"I— yeah, I guess I do," you say— you pause, looking up at Kai in panic as you mouth 'he wants to hang out.'

Kai blanches. 'When?!'

You cover the phone speaker. 'I don't know!'

Kai has to hold himself from slamming his hands on the table, his eyes impossibly wide as he pretends to yell 'Saturday!' Even though you try to protest that it was supposed to be your hangout with him, he shakes his head with such fervor that you're caving in.

"Are you free this weekend?"

Kai is halfway across the table— you'd think he were trying to press his head to the phone with how eager he looks.

"I am. Just say when and I'll clear my schedule for you," it's pathetic, the way your stomach flips at that, "You can come to my place. If you're comfortable with it, of course."

"That's fine with me," you're breathless, your hands clammy and forcing you to tighten your grip on the phone, "Is Saturday okay?"

"Yeah, that works. I'll text you and we can plan the rest."

"Okay," you've become unexpectedly shy, your voice quieting at the prospect of this hangout. "Thanks."

"Anytime."

You say a brief goodbye before you're hanging up, placing the phone down delicately like it could dial Taehyun again if you brushed against it wrong. You let a minute pass before you let yourself react, lunging forward to pull Kai's head toward you, planting an exaggerated kiss on his forehead.

"Muah!" Kai protests and whines that you're getting your lip gloss all over his skin, but you truly couldn't care less as ruffle his hair affectionately. "Kai, you're the best. Seriously, what would my life be like without you?"

"You'd probably be single forever." Kai's grumble is met with a swift kick to his shin under the table, and he yelps so loud it has half the cafe turning to look at him. He mumbles a sheepish 'sorry', rubbing his shin and curling into himself.

"That's what you get," you scowl, digging in your bag for your phone before you're sliding it across the table to Kai. "Now, could you give me his number please?"

You can tell that Kai is getting ready to give you another snarky comment, but a single glare from you is enough to have him tucking his tail and typing Taehyun's number into your phone without further complaints. When he gives your phone back, you catch sight of the contact name and roll your eyes.

Future Boyfriend >3<

"Thanks." You roll your eyes and pocket your phone, not bothering to change something that's clearly true.

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Taehyun's place is way nicer than you expected for a man in his twenties that lives alone.

You wore your tiniest shorts and a baby tee that hugged your form just right, and he showed up at your doorstep at five PM on the dot— he insisted on picking you up and getting something to eat, stating that it was 'for your well-being'— you ended the day out by getting ice cream and driving back to his place, where he let you rant about your professors and your finals the whole time; he nodded along and pitched in every now and then, listening with a fond smile that made you trip over your words once or twice. When you stopped at a light, he turned to get a good look at your face, his eyes dropping down to your lips.

"You got ice cream on your face." His thumb is wiping just below your bottom lip before you can even utter out an 'I do?' your eyes widening comically as he brings his thumb to his mouth and lick it off, letting out a satisfied hum.

You'd felt a raging heat pool in your stomach then, and it hasn't gone away since.

You've made yourself comfortable on the floor, despite Taehyun's protests that you should just sit on the couch instead— you refused, finding the cool wooden floor comforting after spending the day out in the heat, finishing your ice cream while you watch Taehyun finish rolling the joint from his spot on the couch. When he passed the finished joint to you, insisting you have the first hit, you cooed out a sweet "oh, you shouldn't have."

Holding the joint between your lips, you lean toward Taehyun so he can light it for you— your eyes flutter up to meet his gaze, a small smile growing on your face.

"You do this often?" you can't help but ask, "invite girls over to share your special weed with?"

"Hell no," Taehyun's laughter is genuine, and he's pulling away the lighter once he sees the end is lit. You're propping your elbow against the couch, holding your head as you take a small hit before passing it to him. He grins, taking a hit before he speaks. "I'm not sharing my special weed with just anyone. It was hard to get— I gotta enjoy it as much as I can, y'know?"

"Yet you're sharing it with me?" you say, "I'm honored."

He shrugs, a bit sheepish— you pass the joint back and forth, making meaningless conversation and learning more about each other. He tells you he's also in uni, majoring in music production with a minor in business, he tells you stories about working with Kai at the local record shop— mostly stories where Kai was flirting with customers— and you listened with stars in your eyes, the joint hanging idly between your fingers as you watched the way he talked about soccer and his favorite sports team, his hands moving with such fervor it made you laugh— his rant about his favorite team's recent lapse in performance is cut short, and he's looking down at you in confusion.

"What's so funny?"

"No, nothing," you say, though another small chuckle slips out, "you're just so passionate. It's cute."

"I'm glad you think so," Taehyun smiles, leaning down a bit— somewhere along this conversation, you've made your way closer to Taehyun, your body pressing along his leg while you rest your head against the couch. "My friends would usually be zoning out by now."

You go to take another hit, but Taehyun is taking the joint from your hands before you can— you're pouting at him, but he simply scolds you for hogging the joint with a chuckle, leaning back against the couch and keeping the joint by his lips. You let your eyes trail from the smoke that blows in the air, down his chest, to the hem of his shirt that's ridden up again. The haze from your high clouds your judgment, and you don't bother to hide the way you drink in the smooth skin that peeks out.

"You always wear such short shirts?"

He raises a brow, playing innocent. "What d'you mean?"

"All the shirts I've seen you in are always a bit short. You're always flashing your stomach," reaching forward, you're go to play with the hem of his shirt, your fingertips threatening to skim over his skin. "Nice abs by the way."

"Thanks," he laughs, and you're utterly shameless as you watch his stomach ripple with laughter. "I didn't think they were visible."

"Barely," your heart pounds in your chest, fingers shakily running along the hem of his shirt. "Could I get a better look?"

The air is thick and suffocating, yet you still find a reckless courage to look up at Taehyun— you find he's already staring you down, his eyes low-lidded as he gulps. When he sees the unwavering resolve in your shining eyes, he nods.

"Yeah. Go ahead."

You're shifting so you're kneeling, able to get better access to Taehyun this way; beneath the recklessness of your foggy brain, you're nervous— your hands are cold as you gently push up his shirt, your freezing fingertips coming in contact with the heat of his skin, a small smile cracking your lips when he flinches. You push the material up until it rests just below his chest, and you're able to catch sight of a mole in the center.

Taehyun's mouth has gone dry— he gulps, watching you handle him like he were a fragile doll, your eyes scanning his body with such heat it makes him weak. There's pure concentration etched in your features as you're finally able to take him in— you don't register yourself reaching out until your hands come in contact with his skin, able to feel the muscle flex under your fingers and your palm that smooths over his stomach.

"Wow," is all you can say; your hands sweep from the top of his abs down to his navel, feeling the ridges of the muscle and watching him crack a smile at the ticklish feeling— impulse takes control of your mind, your fingers splaying out until you've grasped his sides. "Your waist is so small, too."

"Fuck, you're crazy," Taehyun groans, pushing his hair back, only for it to fall forward once more. When you look up at him through your lashes, he gulps. "You have any idea what you're doing right now?"

You shrug, smoothing your hands up his waist and sending him a coy smile. "Appreciating art."

"Yeah?" he drawls, his hips shifting up ever so slightly, an attempt to ease the tension forming, "and what're your thoughts?"

"I like what I see," you hum, bringing your hands down his waist, stopping at his waistband, fingers pulling at his belt, "but I think I'd like to see more."

"Oh god— you can't say shit like that to me." Scooting a little closer, you rest your head on Taehyun's thigh, pressing your cheek against the denim as you look up at him. "I don't think you realize what you're getting yourself into."

"I think I do," you pout, nuzzling your cheek against his thigh. Taehyun lets out a shaky sigh, his resolve beginning to crumble at the mere sight of you.

"You're sure?" he's cupping your face, guiding you to sit up and lean toward him— he's meeting you halfway, leaning down and tilting your chin up to look at him properly. "You think you can handle me like this?"

His thumb caresses your cheek bones, and your eyes glaze over as you nod— it's not the answer Taehyun wants, because he's tapping your cheek and mumbling for you focus.

"Words, baby." His voice is low, a smile growing on his lips. "Say it. I know you can."

"I want you," you stutter out— his smile turns cruel, fangs on display and ready to sink into you. "I can handle it."

"You really think so?" he coos, laughing fondly when you nod, dazed and desperate. "C'mere."

Guiding your face toward his, you're both equally desperate to seal the space between you— the sheer hunger in your kiss is enough to have you lightheaded. You've thought about this more than you'd like to admit— speculations on what Taehyun feels like is nothing compared to this reality, your kiss desperate and impossible to keep up with; his lips are so soft, and you're all but drooling when his tongue parts your lips and enters your mouth, the lingering taste of smoke and ice cream flooding your taste buds as you whimper into his mouth. He smiles, pulling you closer until your lungs burn.

When you part, a string of saliva connects you two before it breaks off— heat rushes to your face, but Taehyun doesn't seem to be phased by it; instead, he's sitting up, taking a long hit from the joint before he's swooping down, his hand on your cheek squeezing your face so you open your mouth.

His lips hover over yours, his mouth parting as he exhales the smoke right into you— you accept it, placing a hand on his thigh to steady yourself; he holds you in place until you can't resist turning away to exhale the constricting smoke, tears pricking at your eyes as your brain scrambles for oxygen. Taehyun merely watches, caressing your head as you let out a weak cough.

"'m sorry, pretty," he says, reaching down to snuff the joint out against the ashtray on the coffee table, "was I too rough?"

You scramble to shake your head and ease any hesitation.

"No. I mean, kinda," you decide it's better to throw your pride out the window and be honest— Taehyun nods, ready to apologize once more when you beat him to it. "But I like it."

"You do?" he's tense, his hand freezing atop of your head— you're nodding, looking up at him with watery eyes, and his hand is sliding down to hold the back of your neck. "My baby likes it rough?"

It should be ridiculous, the way you have to swallow back a whimper as you nod; your head is spinning as you rest your cheek against his thigh once more, fluttering your lashes up at him and rubbing your cheek back and forth on his thigh absentmindedly. He watches with bated breath, caressing your hair and watching your eyes begin to wander— down his face, down his chest, and straight to the bulge that strains against his jeans.

Any shame you had is dissolving from your system as you feel your mouth water and your cunt clench— your body feels as though it were made of little stars, crashing into each other and spreading heat into your heavy limbs, waves of bliss washing over you and bringing a lethargic smile to your face; your hand reaches up to rest on his other thigh, feeling the muscle flex under you as it begins to trail up.

"Mm-hmm— I like when…" you're dazed, unsure if you're even making sense, "I like when you hold me down."

"Is that right?" he drawls, watching your hand rest at the top of his thigh, massaging it softly. You nod, nuzzling your face against his thigh— Taehyun feels dizzy at the sight.

Slowly, your hand makes its way up the waistband of his jeans, lazy fingers fiddling with the buckle of his belt— not enough to undo it, but just enough to loosen it. You can see the deep rise and fall of his chest, your gaze coy as you smile up at him, giving the buckle another testing tug.

"Can I?"

Taehyun's breath hitches, his voice tense. "Yeah."

That's more than enough for you to spring into action— your actions are eager and a bit clumsy, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans; that alone is enough to have Taehyun sighing in relief, his hips unconsciously bucking toward your touch.

You don't try to tease; you can see the need that clouds his eyes, but you're just the same as you're tugging his underwear down to release his cock— he's already so hard, the length bobbing up to slap against his stomach, his flushed tip already sticky with precum. Your eyes drink it all in, your mouth watering; he's not just big, he's thick too, your hand that wraps around his length barely able to grasp him— he's letting out a low hiss at the contact, his jaw clenching as your thumb traces curiously along the vein that runs along the underside of his cock.

When you let go of his cock, his hips chase for your touch— his brows furrows and he opens his mouth to complain, but before he can get a word out, you're spitting in your hand and grabbing his length again, pumping him slowly as you gauge what he likes.

A choked groan leaves him at your touch— you squeeze him a little tighter, and his eyes flutter shut, his head falling back against the couch as your thumb swipes over his tip, gathering the precum that continues to leak out. Slowly, you gather the courage to move between his legs, already spread open in invitation, your pace picking up speed as you lean down to his aching cock.

"Oh fuck—!" Taehyun's bucking forward at the sudden feeling of your tongue, running flat along his balls all the way to the tip before you're closing your mouth around it— peeking up through your lashes, you catch him running a hand through his hair, his chest flushed a slight pink. You take it as your sign to continue, running your tongue along his tip and sucking harder, rewarded with sighs of your name and praises on how well you're doing.

"Fuck, that pretty mouth of yours is so good," he groans, his hand returning to the back of your head, adding just the slightest bit of pressure, "can you take a little more?"

Humming around his cock, he lets out a choked laugh, cursing under his breath before he's beginning to push down on your head— slowly, allowing you to keep up as your mouth widens, his cock heavy and pulsing on your tongue as you continue to take him in.

You're only halfway through before he's hitting the back of your throat— you're swallowing around him, hesitant to accept the intrusion with a whine, and he's pulling back just enough in response. You're not sure when, but your eyes began to water, and his free hand is coming up to swipe tears from the corners of your eyes, cooing at you as he does.

"Poor thing," he murmurs, pushing his hips up ever-so slightly, the tip of his cock teasing your throat, "is it too much?"

His smile widens when you try to hum out a 'no', refusing to pull away from his cock for even a second.

"No?" He echoes, "then why're you crying, baby?"

You don't answer— it's not like you can, anyway. Instead, you try your best to keep his gaze, taking more of his cock and fighting against your gag reflex. You focus on breathing through your nose instead, tears welling in your eyes once again.

"You want more?" he asks, and he's instantly given a 'yes' from you, biting at his lip at the way you hum around him. "Can you take it? You promise?"

Despite your eagerness and your need to take him whole and prove yourself, he holds you in place— he allows you to pull of his cock, eyes falling to the string of spit that connects your lips to his cock before he's looking up at you.

"Please," your voice is a bit hoarse, "use my mouth."

You have a knack for leaving him speechless— Taehyun's staring at you like you're the most precious thing in the world, his cock twitching in your hands as he takes a moment to think it through; you're about to beg and whine when he's guiding you forward once more, your mouth opening in anticipation.

"How did I get so lucky, finding a perfect girl like you?" he says. Your mouth wraps around his tip, sucking harshly just to hear him moan. "Gonna fuck that perfect face just like you asked, okay? Tap my thigh if it's too much for you baby."

When you don't acknowledge his words, attempting to take him deeper, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you off with such ease your mouth hangs open— he's leaning down, his face stern as he speaks.

"Did you hear what I said?" his voice is quiet and cold, his eyes narrowing when you meekly nod. "What'd I say?"

"Tap your thigh if it's too much."

His jaw clenches, and for a second, you wonder if you've made him angry— but he's leaning back once more, your head brought forward with such strength you don't have room to resist.

"Good."

Despite the ability to manipulate your head with ease, he's gentle to bring you down his length, testing the waters when his tip prods against the back of your throat and pulling back when you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper. Instead, he uses his grip on your head to guide you up and down his cock, letting out a groan of your name as you fall limp in his hold, only taking initiative to run your tongue against the underside of his cock and hollow out your cheeks.

You feel the head of his cock brushing against your throat, beginning to linger more and more— he's thrusting shallowly into your mouth, lips pressed tightly in concentration as he watches you take him.

"Such a good girl, letting me use you like this," he breathes out, "gonna make you take it all, okay?"

He's stopping his thrusts into your mouth to guide you to take more of him, his cock going deeper until he's met with the resistance of your throat tightening around him— slowly, he continues to push.

You feel like you might choke; your eyes are squeezed shut and your lungs burn, your hands on his thighs shifting so you can dig your nails into the denim as a way to ground yourself. More, more still, cock continues to push into your throat until your nose is snug against his pelvis and both his hands have found purchase on the back of your head. You remain still, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as you fight back the urge to gag.

"Breathe." He mumbles, and it's only then that you're reminded to do so, trying to breathe through your nose until you finally feel your throat relax— he's in so deep, and he's yet to move, your brain going haywire from the lack of oxygen. His hand moves from the back of your head to caress your cheek. "C'mon baby, stay with me."

His fingers trace gingerly along your jaw, trailing down until they feel along the front of your neck, groaning when he feels the pressure from his cock— he thrusts gently into your mouth, barely an inch, just to feel the way you swallow around him. He's pulling you off his cock shortly after.

You feel delirious as oxygen floods your brain, your eyes fluttering shut and drool slipping from your lips, strands of spit connected to his length as you sputter and cough. Your hands slip from his thighs and onto your lap, and you hear him chuckle as he caresses your head.

"You did such a good job. You're perfect," he says, enamored with your dazed eyes that flutter open and your swollen lips that are slick with spit. "You still with me, angel?"

"Yeah," you barely breathe out.

"Fuck, you're so cute," his thumb swipes across your bottom lip, guiding your face up to kiss him— he takes his time despite his cock that throbs against your hand that's taken him again, pumping his length and twisting your wrist until he's panting in your mouth. Your hold on him tightens and you massage your palm against his tip, and when your other hand comes up, your touch curious as you massage against his balls, he sinks his teeth into your lip, forcing you to pull away with a yelp.

"Don't do that— I'll cum," he pants into your mouth, grabbing your wrist and forcing you to stop your motions, "I don't wanna cum like this."

While you're giggling at his comment, you find he's completely serious— he's tucking himself in before pulling you up onto his lap, earning another laugh from you— you straddle his lap as the Taehyun pulls you in for another kiss, addicted to your lips and the way you pant into his mouth. He's coy, running his tongue along your lip before pushing in, feeling against your tongue before pulling out and nipping your lip just to hear you let out a choked mewl; his move moves to kiss the corner of your mouth, before moving along to your jaw, peppering kissing along it until he's gotten access to your neck.

It feels like he's trying to stake his claim; he's biting and sucking along your neck, aiming for spots that have your hands flying to his shoulders, his name falling from your lips in broken whimpers. You can't help the way your cunt aches from the feeling, your panties sticking to you and the need pulsing inside you until you're searching for relief; your hips bring you down against Taehyun, feeling the hardness of his cock against your thin shorts and grinding against him until his groaning into your skin.

"Taehyun," you whine, your hips careless and your rhythm sloppy as you search for pleasure— you feel him hum against your skin, his hands on your hips as he lets you do as you please. "Taehyun, fuck— please, I need you."

"I can see that," he muses, "pretty girl can't control herself, hmm?"

Shaking your head, you grind against his cock a little harder— his grip on your waist tightens, and he's letting out a low groan, burying his face into your neck.

"Shit," he huffs, "stop— I won't last like this."

Your head is fuzzy and you seem to be lost in a world of your own; his voice feels far away in contrast to the overwhelming pleasure you feel, only amplified more by your high— every grind of your soaked cunt against the length of his cock is enough to have sparks going off in your brain, tuning out the way his fingers dig into your skin dangerously.

"Baby," Taehyun's voice is stiff with tension, "stop it."

"No— I can't," you're petulant, digging your fingers in his shoulders as you chase your own pleasure; your vision is blurry as you meet his eyes, pouting when you're met with a cold, harsh expression from Taehyun, his brow raising at you in warning— it only serves to make you even more restless, and you tilt your head at him. "Don't wanna. Feels… too good like this."

Taehyun's hands grip onto your waist, and he's stopping all your movements with minimal efforts— any protests and whines you were about to let out die in your throat the moment you look at him, your heart beginning to pound in your chest.

He's looking at you just like he had the night of the party; his brows are furrowed, tongue poking at his cheek in annoyance— his eyes are dark and angry, and when he meets your panicked, doe gaze, he merely scoffs.

"You really don't listen, do you?" his voice is dark, laced with emotion you can't quite place— is he fed up with you? Annoyed? You whimper, feeling his fingers push under your shirt, his nails digging into the skin beneath. "Is that cute little brain of yours no good for thinking?"

You frown, ready to defend yourself, but he doesn't give you a chance.

"Come on," his hands slide down to your thighs, and before can catch on, he's hoisting you up and standing; you yelp, scrambling to hold on to him, but he doesn't seem to care about your apprehension as he leads you two into the hall and toward his room. "I'll make you feel as good as you want."

He's kicking the door shut behind him, leading you to his bed before dropping you down unceremoniously by the edge— you try to compose yourself, attempting to shift back on the bed, but Taehyun is caging you in before you can, a hand falling on your waist and the other landing on your hip to keep you still, swooping in to kiss you once more.

"Thought you were gonna be good for me," he murmurs against your lips, "but you're just a needy thing, aren't you?"

His hands come up to your shoulders, and your back meets the mattress with a single shove— your head is spinning from the sudden impact, unable recollect yourself as Taehyun falls to his knees, undoing your shorts and pulling them off with a swift movement; he pulls your hips toward him until they're hanging precariously off the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulder and locking his hands around your thighs— you're rendered immobile in a matter of seconds.

"Cute," he says, eyeing your soaked, pink panties with lace trim and a bow— his gaze zeroes in on the wet spot you've made, a cocky smile pulling at his lips as he looks up at you. "Did you pick these out just for me?"

"Maybe," a heat flushes through your whole body— because what was meant to be an arrogant remark is undeniably true, spending a ridiculous amount of time picking out a matching set, just in case; the way you shift under him is enough to answer, and he laughs.

"Thank you baby," he coos, and you cover your face in embarrassment— he bites teasingly at your inner thigh, just to chuckle at the way your hips jump in reaction; his fingers are hooking under the waistband before he's pulling them down, and you're lifting your hips to assist. He's placing kisses along your inner thigh as he goes, stopping at your inner knee before weaving your legs out. "So thoughtful."

His grip on your thighs tighten, and you're being dragged toward him until you can feel his breath on your skin, able to feel his stare on your dripping pussy; it feels vulnerable, having him stare at you like this, your hazy mind making you close your thighs in a weak attempt to hide away— it doesn't work, and you hear Taehyun let out a soft 'tsk'.

"Don't get shy on me now," he says, and you gasp as you feel him give your clit a soft kiss, "I thought you wanted this?"

"W-well, you're being a tease," looking down between your thighs, you find him already staring; your gaze jumps back up to the ceiling, the sight too intense for you to handle. "Stop staring and just get on with it."

He raises a brow in surprise, watching your hand come down to thread in his hair, tugging him closer to your cunt, your hips restless— he lets you lead him in closer, until his tongue licks a stripe along the seam of your folds, licking up the slick that dripped from your hole; you whine, pulling slightly at his hair and rolling your hips in search for more, and you feel his hand move from your thigh to your wrist, pulling it off his head.

"So bossy," he tongue darts out to prod at your entrance, feeling your legs twitch on his shoulders, "aren't you supposed to be all shy and cute?"

"Taehyun, please," you pant, feeling his tongue trace along your clit, lightly, the touch barely there— it drives you mad. "Just— give me more…"

He shakes his head, planting an open kiss on your clit, running his tongue all over your cunt before teasing the tip of it into your entrance. "I'll do what I want."

Your body feels like a live wire, desperate to feel more than the kitten licks and gentle kisses Taehyun continues to tease you with; he's lingering on your clit, running his tongue around it in circles and pulling back just to breath cool air onto your spit-slick skin— you're tense, grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets and squirming beneath him.

"Taehyun," you're on the verge of crying at this point— he's driving you mad, teasing you with the promise of pleasure but pulling away before you can really indulge, "c'mon…!"

You're bucking your hips up, pressing your cunt against his mouth desperately; Taehyun's nails dig into your thighs, and before you can pull away in shock, he's bringing you forward and attaching his mouth onto your dripping pussy. You're tensing, hands flying up to cover your mouth as Taehyun wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks the bud harshly, pressing his hot tongue against it and looking up at you through his lashes— his tongue slips beneath the hood of your clit, and he's breathing out a laugh against your clit as he hears you squeal.

"C'mon baby, I thought you knew better than that," he murmurs, refusing to fully part from your cunt— a mixture of spit and arousal drips down your cunt, but Taehyun is quick to lick it all up before it can fall to the floor; your thighs twitch around his head as he spits the slick back onto your clit, your head spinning from the impact. "You really think talking to me like that is gonna get you what you want?"

In the back of your mind, you know you're walking a fine line— the way Taehyun is looking at you feels cold and menacing, but you're too far gone to care; all you can pay any mind to is the need that makes your cunt throb and your dazed, hazy brain that tells you to keep pushing.

"I dunno," your words are a bit slurred, a shiver running through you as you feel Taehyun's spit dragging down your cunt, "seems to be working so far."

Taehyun's jaw clenches, his lips drawing tightly together. Before you can joke or apologize, he's bringing the palm of his hand against your cunt with a stinging slap!

"Ah!" A broken whine leaves you, the stinging sensation ebbing through your cunt. Taehyun massages his fingers along your slit in faux apology.

"Too much?" he asks— you remain silent, biting your lip to muffle a whimper. "You want me to stop?"

Through hot embarrassment that flushes through your skin, you screw your eyes shut and shake your head. Another slap lands on your cunt, a little harsher than the last— your back arches, the heels of your feet digging into Taehyun's back; he delivers another. Then another, and another, the final slap to your cunt ringing out into the air and bringing tears to your eyes.

"Fuck!" you sob, feeling Taehyun's fingers massage along your lips, landing another just to tease, "fuck… you…!"

Taehyun doesn't respond, but it's clear your outburst has pissed him off— his brows furrow and his lips close around your clit, sucking and licking at it until you're a shaking mess, yelping his name when you feel his teeth graze the sensitive bud teasingly. His tongue runs down your clit and to your entrance, prodding at your hole just to feel the way it flutters around the muscle— he's messy, drooling all over your skin and slurping up your juices, pushing his tongue past your tightening cunt and pressing into you as deep as he can, his nose digging into your clit as he fucks you with his mouth.

Your hands scramble to grab his head, the build up from his previous teasing making your heart pound against your chest and the coil tighten in your stomach— when you fingers scratch at his scalp and pull his hair, he moans, eyes closed in bliss as he shakes his head side to side against your cunt as if he could burrow deeper inside— you can feel the mixture of his spit and your arousal dripping down to your asshole and falling onto the floor, but it doesn't stop Taehyun from digging his fingers into your thighs and gluing his face to you, your orgasm building up so fast you have no way to warn him.

It feels like everything goes white for a second— it all crashes down at once, the tight coil in your stomach snapping and rendering you a puddle of bones, defenseless against Taehyun's continued assault on your cunt; his pace doesn't cease once, even as your thighs snap shut against his head and your body trembles, tears streaming from your eyes from the sheer intensity.

No, Taehyun doesn't falter for a second, prolonging your orgasm until it begins to twist to something nastier, something painful— the waves of pleasure that gently washed over you are now torrents, every brush of Taehyun's nose against your clit only making you wince and cry out from the sensitivity.

"Taehyun—" you gasp, watching as he slurps up your juices, pretending not to hear you, "Taehyun, it's too much! I just— fuck, I just came!"

"You'll take what I give you," he grumbles against your skin, biting your inner thigh, "it's what you wanted, no?"

"Not— not like this!" you're kicking at Taehyun's back as he returns to sucking and kissing at your clit, "I'm too sensitive!"

A particularly harsh suck against your clit has your body jumping, your heel landing against Taehyun's back a bit harder than you intended it to— hearing him grunt at the impact, you tense, about to apologize when Taehyun suddenly hooks his hands under your knees, pushing forward until you're folded in half, your cunt left on display for him— he's as much of a mess as you are, his lips and chin shining with your arousal, a soft blush coloring his face.

"Give me your hands." He doesn't give you a chance to comply, taking your hands in his, guiding them to the back of your knees and using them to pin your legs against your chest. You've been left completely helpless against him, and you barely have any energy left to protest the way he's latching onto your cunt once more.

He's eating you like a man starved— his tongue runs along your cunt as though trying to memorize you, massaging your clit and tracing along your slit before slipping back into your cunt, lapping at your entrance and fucking you with his tongue— he presses his face firmly against you, pining you into the mattress with his weight. You're a squirming, mewling mess, the painful sensitivity from your previous orgasm bleeding into pleasure. When he feels your hips beginning to buck against his face in search for more, he throws your legs over his shoulders once more, his mouth focusing solely on your clit while he teases two fingers against your entrance.

"Fuck, fuck— I'm close," you sob— it feels like your body has a mind of its own, chasing pleasure that only makes you dizzy; it's too much, it's overwhelming, but it's so, so good, and Taehyun is more than happy to bring you over the edge, inserting his fingers into your sopping cunt, groaning at the way you tighten around him— he curls his fingers, exploring your walls until he finds the spot that makes your moans break and your cunt drool, drilling into the same spot until you're crying for mercy and falling apart on his mouth for the second time.

"Taehyun, Taehyun please, slow down!" you're realizing with delayed mortification that Taehyun has yet to pull away— and at the sound of your pleas, he's going even harder, the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting into you making you hot with shame— you try to plead for him to pull away, but it's all incoherent and broken, the overstimulation melting your brain.

"You cryin'? Again?" he coos, pulling away from your swollen clit just to laugh; his fingers curl inside you, and he licks at your cunt to clean up his mess. "Where's that mouthy brat I had here earlier?"

You try to bite back, say something that shows you still have some fight in you— but you can barely manage to blink away your tears, much less talk through your hiccuping moans.

"You look so pathetic," he says, "is this how you like it?"

Sniffling, you shake your head, attempting to mumble something about it being 'too much'— Taehyun doesn't care to listen, fitting in a third finger in your entrance instead; your eyes roll back at the stretch, feeling him slowly pump his fingers until you begin to adjust to him.

"No?" he's placing soft kisses on your clit, looking up at you from between your thighs, "you got yourself in this mess though. The least you could do is say sorry."

His fingers are precise and cruel as they thrust into you, your cunt begging for mercy as his mouth works perfectly together with his hands— while you try to squirm out of his grip, your nails digging into the back of his hand while your other hand slaps at his shoulder, Taehyun continues to pin you down against the mattress, slurping and licking your cunt's juices, running his tongue on your bruised clit and sucking it as though it were his favorite candy.

The pleasure that builds up inside you is something you've never felt before— it isn't the warm, addicting rise that crashes gently; it's a fire that runs through your body, it's violent, a surge of stimulation that makes you cry out for Taehyun to please, please slow down, this feels weird— all your words do is spur him on, as though he's attuned to your body better than you are.

His words echo in your mind— you vaguely recall your outbursts, all the things you did in search of a reaction— and you begin to say through broken sobs the last thing you think will make Taehyun go easy on you.

"I'm sorry! Fuck, fuck! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You wail, that raw, uncontrollable pleasure beginning to loom over you— there's a pressure building in your stomach, and you feel your muscles beginning to tense. "Please, please please, it's too much!"

"You gonna cum?" Is all he says in response, "I can feel it."

"I can't," you're panting, your hips trying to cant backward in an attempt to run away— but Taehyun won't let you, dead set on making the impossible happen. "I can't, I already— Taehyun!"

It hits you suddenly, your limbs locking up and the pressure in your stomach releasing— your cunt tightens around Taehyun's fingers, trying to push him out to no avail. His pace slows down and you swear you hear him whine— when your ears filter out the sounds of your own pathetic moans to pick up the wet, dripping sounds of liquid slapping against skin and onto the floor, your eyes fly open; sure enough, you've squirted all over Taehyun's face, the liquid continuing to gush out as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

You're melting back against his mattress, equally spent and mortified.

"I'm… I'm sorry," you cover your face with your hands, peeking through the cracks of your fingers as Taehyun begins to crawl over you, entirely drenched from the chin down. Embarrassment licks a hot stripe up your spine, and you're scooting back on the bed to run away from the sight— Taehyun just continues crawling toward you, stopping you with a hand on your hip when you've made it to the center of the bed.

"Really? Now you're sorry?" he says, his knees on the sides of your hips caging you in. Your fingertips dig into your face as you watch a droplet from your release fall from his chin and onto his already wet shirt— you whimper, ashamed, but Taehyun laughs, straightening up and pulling the shirt over his head.

"Oh my god," you mumble, partly because the sight of Taehyun looming over you like this and stripping is a look straight from your wettest dreams, but also because he then uses that same shirt to dry off his face before tossing it behind him. "Oh my god."

"Getting shy on me again?" he smiles coyly, taking off his pants next— his cock is still hard and clearly neglected, his length twitching at the mere sight of you, his tip flushed a deep red. Rubbing your thighs together, you can still feel your cunt throbbing, attempting to recover from the sensitivity. Taehyun runs his hands up your thighs, tracing along your waist before landing on your baby tee. "Take this off for me, angel."

Despite your trembling hands, you still manage to do as he asks— he watches you pull the shirt over your head and unclasp your bra, his brows furrowing and a sigh leaving him when he sees your breasts; he's leaning in to kiss, you, his hands that come up to massage your breasts and play with your nipples so gently you think he'll finally go easy on you.

"I don't accept your apology, by the way."

It feels like you've become a paper doll under Taehyun's grasp; you're flipped over like you're weightless, and Taehyun is quick to grab your wrists in his hand and pin them against the small of your back— his other hand grabbing your waist and pulling you up until you're on your knees and your face is pressed in the mattress, your back arched prettily from where he presses down.

The head of his cock swipes through your slit, and you flat out shiver, nuzzling your face into the mattress— he's only running the tip of his cock along your cunt, but it already feels too much, his thick cockhead parting your lips and lingering at your entrance so you can feel the stretch.

"If you're really sorry, you'll make it up to me, okay?" Taehyun leans down, pressing his chest against your back— the weight of him is grounding, and you can feel his breath fanning on your skin as he whispers in your ear. "You gonna be good and let me use you like a doll?

He's grinding his cock against your entrance as he's speaks to you, and the feeling of his length running along your pussy is driving you mad— burying your face into the comforter, you nod. But truly, you should know better at this point— Taehyun is grabbing your hair and pulling your face out, leaning forward so he can see you.

"Look at me." He says; your eyes flutter open, glassy eyes meeting his stern ones, "Now use your words."

"Yes," his stare is so intense, you can barely hold it. "I want you to use me. I'll be your doll."

Taehyun's cock that was dragging along your cunt is finally aligned with your entrance— he lets go of your hair, letting you slump back into the bed and bury your face with a muffled whine. He straightens up, watching the way your cunt resists his cock— you hear him let out a deep groan behind you once he finally pushes in, his tip already enough to stretch you out. You could barely fit him in your mouth— it's no surprise you're struggling to take him now, the girth of his length filling you up so good, feeling him sink into you slowly until his hips are flush against your ass.

"So fucking tight— stretched you out for nothing," Taehyun gulps, his hold on your wrists tightening and drawing out a weak mewl from you, "you're squeezing around me like crazy."

You can't help the way your walls flutter around him— you just feel so incredibly good, your hips pushing back against him to feel his skin flush against yours, his balls pressing against your clit— your jaw is slack and you think you might be drooling against Taehyun's bedsheets once he starts moving, the slow slide of cock making you moan.

"Feels good?" he asks, letting out an airy laugh when you nod. "You feel good too baby."

He's picking up the pace gradually; what starts as slow, deep thrusts into your cunt, pulling all the way out just so he can feel you clench around his tip, is turning into something needier, something desperate— his hips begin to slam against your ass, his cock hammering into spots that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head; the sheer force of his thrusts is enough to have your body jolting forward, but he holds you in place, his grip on your wrists tight while he uses his other hand on your waist to bring you back into him.

"Perfect— pretty cunt, taking me so good," he groans, your cunt clenching down on him in response. He's so rough and deep, it feels like his cock is all the way in your stomach— you're breathless, gasping his name as he continues to use your body to fuck him back, your ass slamming against his hips and making your toes curl.

"S-so— deep—" you're turning your head to the side, your cheek pressed against the bed as you attempt to look over your shoulder; through the corner of your eye, you're able to see Taehyun, a sheen of sweat on his blushing skin, his teeth gritted together as he watches his cock disappear inside you— he catches you staring, raising a brow and leaning down to press his chest against your back.

"What'd you say baby?" he huffs, pressing kisses along your shoulders, sinking his teeth into your skin to hear the way you squeal— he's leaving bite marks all along your skin, licking up your neck and moaning directly in your ear.

"Taehyun— you're so big, m'so full..." your voice breaks, and Taehyun chuckles, planting a messy kiss on your cheek.

"Am I too big for you?" he asks, sitting up once more— his hand on your hip begins to wander, his fingers splaying out on your stomach. His hand is pressing down, and you jolt, the feeling of his cock slipping in and out much more intense. "Fuck, I can feel myself in that cute stomach."

His palm presses harder against your stomach, his hips snapping meanly into you— you're a sobbing, helpless mess, and when Taehyun is letting go of your wrists to play with your clit, pinching and slapping it teasingly, your hands fly up to push against his hips, a subconscious attempt to push him out of you— all he does in response is lean his weight against you more, his cock grinding so deep into you, you start to see white.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, watching your hands slap on the mattress helplessly, grabbing onto the sheets and trying to crawl forward— he merely watches for a moment, but you barely move before he's grabbing your hips and dragging your body back, his cock bottoming out inside you in a single thrust— your ears burn at the filthy squelch that comes from your abused cunt.

Taehyun has caged you in— his hands come down next to your head, his body pressing yours down until your face is pressed into the bed and your ass is in the air; he doesn't let you adjust when he starts fucking you, his hips snapping violently into you and drawing out a long, high pitched cry from you. He's panting into your ear, placing a sloppy kiss on your temple.

"Stay still and take it," your hands that were holding onto the sheets find Taehyun's hands, one reaching to lace your fingers with his while the other trails up, grabbing at his bicep to stabilize yourself— it's a short-lived attempt, because he's shifting to wrap his arm around your throat, locking your body in place for his cock. "There we go, such a good girl for me."

His muscles flex against your throat, and your mouth falls open, beginning to feel lightheaded, your hand holding onto his forearm— turning your head, your teeth sink into his bicep, and you hear him moan in your ear in response.

"Fuck— look at you, biting me like a cute little puppy," he grins, feeling your teeth sinking into his muscle again from the sheer overstimulation your mind is going through. "Feels good?"

Pulling away, you can't even bring yourself to be embarrassed at the spit that you've left on his skin— not when you're getting fucked this good. "Mh-hmm… t-too…"

"Too much?" he coos, his tone gentle and sickeningly sweet— his hold around your throat tightens, and he's using it as leverage to hoist the two of you up so that you're kneeling; the change in angle has your eyes rolling back and your head falling against his shoulder, feeling as though his cock is somehow even deeper.

"I know, I'm sorry baby," he says, beginning to piston into you from this new angle, "'m almost there, I promise."

Fuck, your mind screams at you, how the fuck is he still going?

Taehyun's hand is coy as it travels to your navel, pushing against your stomach to feel his cock plunging in and out of you before sneaking down to play with your clit once more— your thighs are trembling and if Taehyun weren't holding you up, you would've fallen in a boneless puddle against his bed by now. Instead, you're scrambling to hold onto him, grabbing his arm around your neck and holding onto his hips, your back arching away from him— only to create the perfect angle for him to fuck into you, that same, molten pleasure beginning to creep up on you.

"Fuck fuck fuck, Taehyun, oh god, I'm so— 'm so—"

"Yeah, fuck— hold on—" he's flipping you onto your back before pushing back in, holding your calves by his shoulders as he pushes in, "need to see you… cum on my cock, fuck. You're so pretty, baby."

It really feels like he might break you with this angle— your legs twitch and tremble as his holds them up, rolling his hips deep into your cunt, his eyes flickering back and forth from where his cock disappears inside you to your face, drunk on the sounds you make every time the tip of his cock brushes against your sweet spot.

God, the view is already enough to make you cum— your eyes are hungry as you take in his body, his tanned skin dripping with sweat, carving lines down his chest and dripping into the crevices of his abs, his stomach clenching every time you squeeze around him; there's a blush that runs from his pecs to the tip of his ears, his brows furrowed with pleasure and his mouth parted as soft moans of your name leave him, canines digging into his bottom lip as he wills not to cum too soon. His eyes meet yours, dark and lustful, and you can't help yourself from hiding behind your hands, entirely overwhelmed.

"No— don't hide from me now," he throws your legs over his shoulders and closes in on you, folding you in half and continuing his cruel pace— he pries your hands from your face, lacing his fingers with yours and pinning them beside your head, his mouth inches away from yours. "I need to see you cum on my cock."

The air between you is charged and heated, and you're craning your head up to catch his lips, whining and moaning into his mouth as he brings you close to your climax; your nails dig into his hands, hips bucking up and chasing that peak that seems so overwhelmingly close— you're losing control of yourself, lost in the feeling of Taehyun— his warm body against yours, his hands that hold yours a little tighter, his thick cock that splits you open— and you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Taehyun, I'm gonna— gonna cum."

"Do it angel, I've got you— lemme feel it, c'mon—" it feels like time has gone still for a moment; your body arches off the bed, your breasts pressing against Taehyun's chest as you cum with a soft cry of his name, your cunt sucking him in and begging for more.

"'Atta girl… so pretty when you cum," he helps you ride it out, rolling his hips against yours, reaching down to trace soft circles on your clit until you're a trembling mess. He's peppering kisses all over your face, thrusting shallowly into you, pouting when you begin to whine. "I know baby, I know— I'm— I'm so close, just hold on a little more okay?"

"M'kay…" you mumble, feeling him smile against your lips, "Taehyun— cum inside me."

He groans, tracing his lips along your jaw. "Fuck— you can't be serious."

"I am," you can feel him twitching inside you, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm, "I want you to."

"Y-yeah? Want my cum?" he's so close, you can feel him losing control as he fucks into you— you nod, tilting your head to give him better access, "say please."

"Can you cum inside me?" you whine, breathless, "please? Please, I want you to fill me up…"

"Fuck. Of course baby, so cute when you beg," his head falls to the crook of your neck, his hips stilling deep inside you— his cock twitches and his hips subtly rut into you as he cums, hot and thick and endless as he pumps it into you, a thick ring forming at the base— his weight sinks you into the mattress, and all you can do is lie there and let him use your body to ride it out, his teeth nipping at your neck as he nuzzles deeper into your shoulder; you're tilting your head to rest against his, the two of you a panting, sweaty mess.

His grip on your hands loosens, and you're slipping from his hold to snake your arms around him, your nails scratching along his back while your other hand tangles into his dark hair, scratching his scalp— you'd almost think he were about to purr with the way he leans into your touch, his hands sneaking under your back to pull you up and flush against him.

It's silent; your body is cooling down, and you're turning your head to the side to look out his window— it's gotten so late.

"Stay." He grumbles, "sleep here."

You let out a deep breath, nodding. "I will."

"Good…" he's trailing off, his voice softening as he nuzzles your skin. "I don't think i would've had the energy to drive you back."

You laugh softly, feeling Taehyun's hold on you tighten, as though afraid you'd slip away. But you remain still, dragging your nails along his scalp and feeling him melt against you. There's a calm bliss that washes over you, and you think what little high you had left is fading. Taehyun turns his head, kissing the crook of your neck to get your attention.

"You really are beautiful, you know that?" he says, and you roll your eyes and hum. "I don't want this to be a one time thing. I wanna get to know you better."

You can feel butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach, pressing your lips together to stop a giddy laugh from escaping you. You take a moment to ensure your voice is even before you speak.

"Take me on a date then."

He nods immediately. "Deal."

It's quiet again— your touch is gentle on Taehyun's skin as the two of you catch your breath; slowly, you feel his breath even out, his head burrowing deeper into your neck. He's falling asleep, you realize, tapping his shoulder and watching him flinch.

"Taehyun…"

"Hmm?"

"You're still inside me… I'm so sticky," you say, hearing him mumble a soft 'oh'. "And I squirted on your face."

Silence.

"Oh yeah." Taehyun doesn't seem to be nearly as bothered by that fact as you are. "I'll draw us a bath."

Instead of acting on his words, Taehyun lingers in your arms, nuzzling against your skin— you catch him dozing off once more before he's finally getting up with a reluctant groan, as though the thought of leaving your side pained him; you're happily resigned to follow him, allowing him to pamper you for the rest of the night.

even during times like these, where you feel you might just rip someone's head off from the sheer frustration you feel, taehyun still manages to make your heart skip a beat; of course, you shouldn't ruin your fresh set, much less the one he paid for— he's holding your hand so gently, running his thumb across your knuckles as he examines your face marred with stress.

"what's wrong love?" his eyes flicker to the phone you're holding with an iron-clad grip, "did someone send you a weird message?"

at the reminder of your problem, your eyes flicker down to the comments section you've yet to click away from— and your eyes catch onto a certain comment that reads "guys… i found his @ >_<", unable to stop yourself from checking the replies that all beg and scream for taehyun's handle to be revealed— you think you feel your eye twitching as your gaze snaps back to your boyfriend.

you knew he looked incredible when you were filming those videos. it's why you posted them in the first place! his honey skin positively glowed under the sun, his eyes shining cutely and his dimple popping out when you had him follow along with your silly transitions— the tight tee he wore all day that outlined his body perfectly and revealed a bit of his stomach when he raised his arms was definitely eye catching, not to mention the small portion you included of you two jumping into the water, with him shirtless; muscles on display, his long necklace hanging behind his back as the picked you up before dumping the two of you in, turning around and flashing the camera a perfect shot of his broad back— fuck, your teeth are grinding together at the mere realization that there are other's who are drooling over him, even going as far as searching for his personal account…

taehyun is beginning to feel more concerned the longer you stare at him like you might just kill someone; what was meant to be a quiet unwinding before bed has turned into trying to defuse the ticking bomb you've become, your jaw clenching as your eyes begin to trail along taehyun's body— he gulps, watching the way your eyes trace over every last detail, your gaze darkening at what you see.

it all changes in the blink of an eye; you're tossing your phone on the bedside table, crossing your arms against your chest and slumping back into the pillows with a deep pout; though you pretend to watch the documentary taehyun put on, he can tell you're not taking in a single thing.

"baby," he's scooting close to you, sitting up on his forearm as he hovers over you, "what's wrong?"

you frown. "how's your instagram doing?"

"huh? it's fine," you glance at him from the corner of your eyes, and he raises a brow, "i had to private it. i was getting a bunch of random followers."

you slap your hands on your face, letting out a deep groan— fuck. you knew it!

"people are so fucking weird," you grit out, your mood worsening by the second— taehyun merely looms over you, his bright eyes clouding with worry, lips jutting out into a pout— he looks so cute, it's pissing you off. "drooling all over you as if your girlfriend isn't right fucking there."

taehyun tries hard to suppress the small smile that pulls at his lips— he really does— but it's impossible when he watches the way you melt deeper into the bed like a kicked puppy.

"is that what this is all about?" there's a teasing lilt in his voice that make you send him a sharp glare, "you gettin' jealous, baby?"

your frown deepens, and you sit up, "is this funny to you?"

"no, it's cute," he smiles up at you, "'cause now you know how i feel."

"no, no this— this is different," taehyun has failed to defuse you, but he doesn't seem to care much as he watches you rant with a fond glint in his eyes. "when people approach me, i tell them about you— i only think about you, tyun. but online, it's like— i can't control what these freaks are saying about you!"

you sneer, biting at your thumb nail again, "they know you're mine, but they don't care. they actually think they have a chance."

you're off in a world of your own— jealousy is rampant in your gaze that falls onto taehyun, shifting to straddle him while he lays back in bed, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

"you're all mine, right?"

"of course my love," he purrs out.

"it's just not fair," you pout, your hips gaining a mind of your own— you just can't help yourself. not when taehyun is staring up at you with those soft, hopeless eyes, shining with admiration as he presses his hips against yours. not when you can feel his thick length getting harder the more you rub your cunt against him, wearing nothing but his shirt and thin panties that begin to stick to your folds, "i can't stand the way they talk about you."

leaning down, you put your hands against taehyun's chest for support— a particularly firm press against his cock has his brows furrowing, groaning softly as he watches the way your hips more. "yeah? like— like what?"

"like they wanna eat you up," he's fully hard against you, and you're shifting so you can grind your clit against the tip of his cock, "like they see what i see."

"as if they could ever get your hands on you," scoffing, you're haste to pull your boyfriend's cock out, pushing your panties to the side and teasing his leaking tip along your entrance— his fingers dig into your hips, teeth gritting together at the way you leak onto him— your walls flutter at the sudden stretch as you sink down onto him, your sharp eyes taking in the way he falls apart beneath you.

pushing his shirt up, you're raking your nails down his chest just to watch the way a blushed trail of lines appear on his skin— his stomach clenches, flinching when you grip his waist and begin to move on his cock, bouncing your hips and picking up a harsh rhythm that fills the room with sounds of skin slapping against skin; the more you watch your boyfriend struggle to keep up with you, mouth falling open and pretty moans falling from his lips, the more you can feel yourself get worked up.

"y-y'know, i get so many comments on our posts together— saying we're not gonna last," you grit out, angling your hips so his cock can brush perfectly against your walls, clenching down on his thick length, "they act as if you'd actually— f..fucking leave me for them."

"i'd never," taehyun pants out, his eyes rolling back as you slam down on him, "i… only have eyes for you, baby."

"yeah?" you whine, thighs burning as you continue to bounce on your boyfriend's cock, your hips stuttering as he rubs circles on your clit, "i just— i want everyone to know you're n-not… not going anywhere…"

"want them to know i'm all yours?" he's sitting up, adjusting your position so he can meet you halfway, thrusting up into you— he's leaving haste kisses all along your neck, pushing up your shirt until he can kiss along your chest, sucking your nipples and swirling his tongue along the sensitive buds; you're nodding frantically, weaving your fingers into his hair to pull him closer, until your bodies are flush together.

he's trailing back up along your neck, sucking softly at the sensitive spots on your neck before leaving a gentle kiss on your jawline, his lips lingering there, "maybe i should just be your husband then?"

it feels like someone has sent an electric current up your spine— the word husband has you shivering, clenching down on taehyun as your fingers pull tighter at his hair; he moans at your reaction, nipping at your skin and thrusting up into you harder.

"f-fuck, please," you cry out, his lips continuing to suck and kiss at your neck, wandering back down to your breasts— you can feel the pleasure building up, threatening to crash at any moment, "want you to be— fuck!— mine, just mine!"

"i've always been yours," he murmurs against your skin, "and i can be yours forever."

"yes, yes, please—" your heart pounds at the mere thought: taehyun, yours. forever. "i'm gonna cum, fuck, tyunie, oh my god—"

you've lost control of your body, and taehyun is more than happy to step in, his grip on your waist bruising as he guides your body up and down his cock, slamming your hips all the way down to the base. when he feels your walls fluttering around him and your body tense, he reaches to rub tight circles on your clit, placing a soft kiss just under your ear.

"my cute little wife just feels so good, hmm?" the words roll off his tongue and are sweet like honey, your brain short circuiting as you nod, "cum on my cock, pretty."

your body is tuned to his every command, your climax hitting you full force— your cunt flutters around his length, the overwhelming pleasure making you scramble to hold onto something— instead, you drag your nails down taehyun's back, the points of your acrylics digging into his skin and drawing out a long groan from taehyun, setting off his own orgasm; he holds you down against him, rolling his hips up into you as the two of you ride it out, the room silent save for your pants and soft whimpers from the sensitivity.

his body is firm, warm against yours; you can feel his lips tracing along your skin, peppering gentle kisses along your jawline, his hands smoothing up and down your waist; you pull back to get a good look at him, his eyes fluttering up to meet your gaze and a small smile tugging at his lips.

"hey," you say softly, brushing back his bangs; he hums, leaning into your touch, "did you really mean what you said?"

"of course i did," his voice quiets, seemingly flustered— he avoids your gaze as he continues. "you're someone i want to spend the rest of my life with."

"i've thought of this before," he confesses, looking back up to find your dumbfounded expression, "have you?"

"i— i have," you breathe out, your pulse racing— there's this charged feeling the rest of the night as you begin to talk about it more seriously, in thorough details; you settle into taehyun's arms with a restless heart, the only thing racing in your mind being the prospect of truly having taehyun be all yours.

♡♡♡

the day after, you sulk when you check taehyun's account, finding his follower count has quadrupled— no, you tell yourself, it's fine, you shouldn't be so worked up over this. when you go to tap on his story upload by instinct, any insecurity and worry washes away instantly— lo and behold, taehyun has posted a picture of him on duty— but… when you take a closer look, you find the pendant of his chain hanging low on his back, brushing against familiar red lines that span along his honey skin, highlighted just enough by the setting sun. you feel like someone has knocked the air out from your lungs, texting your boyfriend— soon to be fiance— with frantic fingers.

get home now.

i need you.

your response comes back instantly.

yes ma'am.

be there soon.

taehyun is bursting through the door fifteen minutes later— by the time you're done with him, you've left marks from beneath his ear to his pelvis, a particularly deliberate mark left on his chest in the shape of a heart; he allows you to rest on top of him as he lays back, wincing whenever he shifts— when you pout and apologize for scratching him so hard, he shakes his head, brushing back your hair with a fond smile.

"don't be sorry, love," he murmurs, "y'gotta show everyone who i belong to, right?"

his words are enough to get you going again.

If you thought you were already the epitome of irritation, this guy was far worse. He looks like he just clawed his way out of hell with how messy his hair is and how much sweat he’s drenched in. Not to mention the bags under his eyes and how flushed his skin looks from how hard he’s keeping his annoyance within and oh god, he’s beautiful.

He drags his feet to walk away from the cab, eyebrows still furrowed, and you had to begrudgingly stop yourself from checking this stranger out because you do not want embarrassment to lace all the exasperation you’re feeling right now. You feel your cheeks heat up when you realize he stopped to stand beside your slumped form, sulking like you’ve lost all your will to live.

“Jesus, it’s so hot…” you hear him groan as he types away on his phone. You assume he’s complaining to a friend because it’s what you would have done. That is, if you could catch a signal.

You giggle to yourself and he snaps his head to look at you, expression softening.

“Tourist?”

He’s talking to you. What the hell are you supposed to do when a man (who looks like he stepped out of a typical romance drama) strikes a conversation with you? You choose to face him, avoiding eye contact, and nod meekly.

He immediately whines. A behavior such a stark contrast to a man whose figure towers over you, “Can you believe that cab driver tried to charge me 1000 pesos for a 15-minute ride? My friend told me they overcharge tourists like crazy, so I should just act angry, but I guess I’m not scaring them off..?”

You finally make eye contact with him, skimming over his features. He’s handsome, but not in a way that suffocates you. He’s… cute. Makes you feel fuzzy inside with his soft features. Round, wide eyes, nose slightly scrunched, and the way his front teeth sit on his bottom lip makes him look like a bunny who wasn’t given enough carrot treats. What the fuck are you even saying at this point? He’s just some guy. Okay, a gorgeous one, at that.

You clear your throat, “Maybe you should try an Uber?”

“Ubers aren’t available in the Philippines…”

You nod, not knowing what to say. You’ve proven yet again that you are physically incapable of talking to cute guys.

“Shit. Now my phone is at 1%.”

You snort, “I’d offer mine, but this dumb fuck cannot catch a signal.”

He sighs defeatedly, now sitting on his luggage as well, “Aren’t you going to try and get a cab?”

“I was going to, but after seeing you with that cab driver, I might as well just take a flight back home already…”

He chuckles. Even his laugh is pretty.

“Maybe you’re better at haggling than I am?”

He seems to be right, because the first cab driver you hailed instantly agreed to drive you for 300 pesos. You nod at the stranger while loading your luggage in the back, and he smiles at you in return. You’re probably never going to see each other again. So much for a short-lived airport crush.

You fall back onto the expanse of your bed once you’ve checked in, relishing in the comfort after a pain-staking flight. Stretching your back, you’re relieved to find that the hotel wi-fi works like magic, finally satiating your need for chronically online personal time. After a few moments of scrolling through your feed to see what you’ve missed, you grew bored, pressing the call button beside Karina’s contact name. Her face lights up your screen immediately.

“Yah! Why are you on your phone instead of the beach? I just saw you repost a Tiktok 5 minutes ago!”

You roll your eyes, “Can’t a girl replenish her social battery before going out and about all alone?” She simply chuckles, giving you an avenue to start complaining to her about all the mishaps that have happened so far. You drone on and on until you’ve lost track of all the time you spent just grumbling over every inconvenience, and she reassures you that maybe you used up all your bad luck, and from hereon, everything will fall into place smoothly. You aspire to be as optimistic as she is. Soon enough, she yawns, saying that it’s time for her afternoon nap, and you’re left to scurry over to the bathroom to freshen up.

It’s 4PM when you step out of your hotel room, padding over to the lobby to ask for the pathway to the beach, when you catch sight of a familiar tall figure hunched over the receptionist desk. He seems to feel your presence, because he snaps his head towards you.

“Huh? Oh!” 

It’s the cute guy from the airport. You swear you’re going to get a heart attack.

“O-oh? Hey,” you try to muster out. You really, really suck at talking to cute guys.

He smiles, “Didn’t know you booked the same hotel! We could have shared a cab, then.”

“Would be weird to tell a complete stranger which hotel I booked, right?” You didn’t mean for the words to trail off your mouth quite harshly, really, but your realization hits you too late when his face flushes in panic as he responds. “A-ah! Yeah! I suppose it would be really weird. Sorry…”

You glance over at the receptionist desk to see that there was no one manning. Great. Now you can’t weasel your way out of this awkward situation.

“Uh… I was going to ask the receptionist where the pathway leading directly to the beach was, but I guess there’s nobody here?”

He’s shocked. It’s almost animated how his expressions are painted on his face. “I was going to ask them too! I’ve been waiting for about 10 minutes now, but I have no idea where the receptionist has gone, so…” He trails off, and maybe it’s the impatience getting to your head, so you ask,

“You want to just fuck it and find it ourselves?”

He looks at you, and for just a moment, you’re terrified. What if he thinks you’re hitting on him? Wanting to spend time alone with a hot guy? You almost think you’re fucked until he flashes a grin.

“I’m already itching to get my feet in the sand.”

And that’s how you find yourself walking side by side with him. You learn that his name is Soobin, and that he’s from South Korea, working in corporate like you. Soobin tells you about his friend that was supposed to come with him, but he booked his flight incorrectly in an absentminded haze, thus he was traveling solo. You tell him that your friend practically had to bribe you into going on this vacation because of all the stress you have bottled up from your miserable job. He lets out a giggle, saying that he needed to get away from his laptop screen given that even typing was giving him a migraine.

Despite your closed off nature, it was surprisingly easy to fall into a conversation with Soobin. Maybe you enjoyed the conversation a little too much, because it’s only then that you realize you’ve been going around in circles, still not finding the beachside.

“Do you think we’re lost?”

He turns over to you and stops in his tracks, smiling sheepishly. “Maybe?”

And then it hits you. You’re lost. God knows where you are, and you’re stuck navigating your way back with someone you met less than 5 hours ago. Did you really put your guard down for a stranger?

“Shit,” you pull out your phone, only to be reminded that it’s practically useless. It doesn’t help that you’re in a dead zone. You see him fiddling with his phone, seemingly to find a way to map yourselves out of this, but he was met with disappointment upon reading the words “no cellular service”.

You groan, wanting nothing but to go back to your hotel room to curl up in your bed, but Soobin was still adamant on finding the beachside. Unfortunately for you and your aching legs, you had to choose between dragging yourself sluggishly or having a tantrum in the middle of nowhere. The latter was a no-go, obviously, unless you had a death wish?

The fatigue and anxiety were catching up to the both of you as dead silence remained in the air, save from the small huffs you were letting out occasionally. Soobin glances at you from time to time, seemingly to check on your pathetic state. The sun was starting to set, and you’re certain you were going to make it to the headlines as the 25 year-old woman who (a) perished in extreme fatigue and irritation, or; (b) got brutally murdered by a bunny-looking stranger twice her size. 

You don’t notice that you were looking at the ground, questioning every life decision that has led you to this absurdity, when Soobin’s awed gasp snaps you back into reality.

“Heol…”

You look up to see a breathtaking view, all yours to behold. The sun was setting in the horizon, etched in the apricot sky. Palm trees breezed through the path, and the salt in the air barely grazed your tongue. Soobin has his mouth agape, eyes full of wonder. Okay, maybe he’s not a serial killer out to murder you if he brought you to such a beautiful part of the seaside. Unless this is all part of his grand scheme to let your guard down? But he looks clueless as he can be, perhaps you were more likely to be the murderer in this situation.

“Come! There’s no one around!” Soobin hurriedly waddles over to a spot just below the trees, inviting you to join him. Once you’re sat beside him in the sand, he stretches the entirety of his legs, letting out a hum of relief. He has a stupid smile on his face as his eyes glaze to take in the golden hour.

“I’m sorry I got us lost. I’ve never been good at directions,” Soobin smiles apologetically. “But hey, this view is nice. We have this all to ourselves.”

No one was around. Okay. Maybe this is the part where he brutally murd-

“I hope you’re not too tired. I… kinda heard you huffing a lot earlier and I figured you were getting antsy. Also it was probably because you were lost in god knows where with a dude you just met, so that must have been scary for you? I can’t convince you that I’m completely harmless because that would make me more suspicious, right? And oh god why am I rambling?” He’s melting into a puddle of embarrassment. Usually, you liked it when men learned to shut the fuck up, but you tolerated his rambling. He was quite… endearing, actually.

You let out a small chuckle, “Soobin, it’s fine. We’re chill. I was just tired of walking in circles, that’s all.” He sighs in response, fingers tracing shapes in the sand.

“The view is beautiful though. I’m kinda glad we got lost. We can gatekeep this experience,” you add, shooting a reassuring smile. Now you feel bad for ever thinking ill of him, because the way he perks up and grins at you just seals the deal that he was never a threat. Soobin turns away to continue watching the sunset, basking in the way the sun’s rays kiss his skin.

Time flew by too fast, and now you’re left with the problem of how you’re supposed to go back to the hotel, when a light suddenly beams at the two of you.

“Hey! This is private property!” Fuck. No wonder there weren’t any people around. The two of you get escorted out, with the security guard huffing about how “kids these days just fool around everywhere”, to which you and Soobin turn crimson profusely. You had no choice but to push your luck, asking him the way to your hotel no matter how embarrassed the pair of you were.

“Okay… that was humiliating,” you cringe and glance over at Soobin, who was not faring any better than you. His cheeks were still puffed out, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip. 

“Kinda feels like we’re trauma bonded now,” he mutters, praying that this time around, you were going the right way. “Trauma bonded over a humiliation ritual…. today felt too long.”

You hum, “Yep. Might have to skip dinner. I just want to sleep and stock up on social battery for the next 6 days.”

His eyes widened, “Wow. We have the exact same hotel and trip duration.” 

You nod, not knowing what to make of this new knowledge, but all the rummaging in your brain was instantly cut off by him.

“Do you, perhaps…” His voice turns small. “Perhaps you’d like to stick together?”

“A whole week together? You might get sick of me.”

He grins, “Well, if by chance I do, it would be totally fine. We’re most likely never going to cross paths with each other again anyway.”

You don’t know what compels you to, but you agree. 

You hope Karina would be proud of you stepping outside of your comfort zone (and trusting that some guy doesn’t offer you as human sacrifice.)

The next few days went by like a dream. 

On the second and third day, Soobin took you ziplining and leaping off waterfalls despite your protests. You remember how your heart skipped a beat at his proud, child-like grin when he got you to admit that facing your fear of heights ended up rather enjoyable. The day after, the pair of you decided to take a break from the adrenaline and wandered off to the cultural spots Cebu had to offer. You didn’t expect him to take such good shots of you, worthy enough to be posted on your wilting Instagram account. Karina had even bombarded you with question marks, asking if you’ve finally made a new friend. Imagine her shock when you sent her a selfie you had taken of the two of you, and she found out your new “friend” looks like he stepped out of a manhwa.

By the end of the fifth day of your escapades with Soobin, you had suggested trying out the beachside bars your Tiktok algorithm was raging about. It seems like Karina had magic senses, because your phone suddenly chirped with a text notification while you added finishing touches to your makeup. 

rina<3: u crack cebu boy yet?

You furrow your eyebrows at this.

: huh

: we’re FRIENDS

rina<3: and he’s ur exact type

: well yes

: but it would be weird to get in a random stranger’s pants

rina<3: dude that’s exactly why

         : u can just leave it behind

         : what happens in cebu stays in cebu type shit

         : esp if hes bad in bed 💀

: you are so…

: what if i catch something from him

rina<3: feelings?

          : oh u meant an std

          : i snooped through his instagram and mans looks bitchless anyway

          : his following list consists of league gameplay accounts and 4 of his friends

: ugh idk man

: i just 

: hes hot but

: i’d rather not put weird thoughts in my head about a dude i’m spending the remaining days with

rina<3: LMAO it’s okay i’m playing

          : just sayin u only live once

          : and i’ve prayed hard for u to finally get laid again

          : especially after ur ugly ass ex

          : and don’t tell me u haven’t snooped through his ig either

: ?

: i have but

: just out of pure curiosity

rina<3: love when u get defensive

          : u in bed alrdy? do u wanna call and catch up

          : im yearning for my best friend

: awww i’m going out

: trying the beachside bars

rina<3: oh? 👀

          : enjoy <3

          : hoping u break ur vow of abstinence

: ????

: love you

: i’ll call u tomorrow evening maybe

Karina sends a heart and a wink in response, making you smile and shake your head

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you adjust a strand of your hair and suddenly become antsy. All those talks about Soobin suddenly made you feel hauntingly self-aware. You hate to admit that you wanted to look pretty to him. Life has a way of making things fall into place so perfectly, because not long after your frustrated fussing, you hear three knocks on your door. Soobin.

You pad over, opening your door to see Soobin standing in true, awkward, painfully endearing Soobin fashion. 

His eyes fall on your face, drifting just a millisecond to your bikini-clad and sheer covered body. You barely miss the way his cheeks burn despite the cold air from your room.

“You look-” he starts, but cuts himself off. Alarms blare in your head. Look horrible? A mess? You look like you tried to get all pretty for me but absolutely failed?

“Look what?” you squeak out, voice small. He scratches his neck, as if debating what words to say. You’re painfully fretting over every possible response until he eventually mumbles something after a few beats.

“You look beautiful.”

He says it so sincerely it makes your head spin. But alas, Soobin is Soobin…

“Not in a creepy way! The color of your outfit just fits you really well. And the way you did your hair and makeup is pretty cool. And-”

You shush him, trying to calm your heart that is about to beat out of your chest, “It’s fine, Soobin. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Awkward silence then envelopes you in the warmly lit hotel hallway, both of you not daring to meet each other’s eyes.

You were the one to break the stillness, “Let’s go?”, to which he hums in response. He looked like he had much more to say, but you don’t dare to pry him on his thoughts in fear of further straining the situation.

One thing you liked about spending time with Soobin is how the two of you go well together. Platonically, you swear. It isn’t even five minutes deep into the walk together when you’re back to telling each other mundane stories about your lives back home. Soobin whines about how he misses his dog, Tori, to which you reply “so she’s far better company than me?”, causing him to ramble in panic. You, in turn, tell him about how you don’t want to come back to office paperwork when you’ve been having the time of your life getting your feet in the sand all day. 

“I wish we could stay here forever,” he sighs, seemingly in a haze as the night breeze grazes his hair. “It’s been really fun just doing anything and everything with you.”

You take the chance to finally, actually look at Soobin. He towers over you, looking you straight in the eye like he doesn’t know your heart is about to beat out of your chest every time he does so. His hair is messy from the wind, the outline of his face perfectly chiseled by the moonlight gracing his skin.

In that moment, you know something starts shifting between your feelings and your ever-so rational mind. You can’t help it. Not when he’s looking at you like you hung up the moon. Not when his beauty is one you would only find once in a lifetime.

You’re done for.

Despite this, you push your thoughts down your throat, managing to whisper, “I’ll really miss you when we go our separate ways, you know?”

He chuckles, “Because I’m the only male friend you have that actually takes good photos of you?”

“Your words, not mine.”

He beams teasingly before adding, “I’ll miss you too. A lot.”

Suddenly confronted with the vulnerability of your words, you tear your eyes away from him and start kicking sand beneath your feet, “I don’t know why I got sappy, sorry. I still have 2 days with you.”

“It’s cute,” Soobin reassures you. As a friend would, right? You don’t want to overthink it. “I never would have thought we’d warm up to each other so fast, but maybe I was meant to meet you on this trip.”

“Just so you have someone to buy you vinegar for your jellyfish stings?”

“That, and we make quite a good pair for people who only met at the start of this week.” Your heart feels like it’s being tugged from all sides, painfully reminded of the fact that you’ve grown attached to him in such a short period of time.

Right. You really shouldn’t get too attached to someone who will be an ocean away by the following week.

Your forlorn musings are interrupted by the chants of people that cut through the bubble you and Soobin have placed yourselves in. He flashes an ever so sweet smile at you, taking your hand in his.

“You ready to get absolutely shitfaced?”

The world is spinning before your eyes.

“Sooooobieeee” you slur out, arm snugly wrapped around his. “Let’s drink more!”

You don’t know how much alcohol is flowing through your bloodstream, but it was enough for you to cling into Soobin like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. Literally. If it weren’t for him, you would have fallen face flat into the ground.

He squeaks, “No more! You’re red all over!”

“And you’re not!” you pout, “It’s like I’m the only one having fun!”

You would have thought he was starting to get sick of you if it weren’t for his grip tightening before he says, “I’m having fun. But-”

“Soobin. Soobin. I’m going to throw up.”

He mutters a profanity in his native language, dragging you up so gently and guiding you somewhere your inebriated mind couldn’t fathom. It’s only when you breathe in the stench that you piece out that he had taken you to the bathroom (more specifically, the line of people leading to it.)

“Don’t barf on me, please,” Soobin practically begs, rubbing circles on your back as you lean further into his grip, dopey smile plastered on your face as you admire him from the angle below.

“You’re really, really, reallyyyy cute, Soobie,” you squeeze the bicep you’re clinging onto, making the man shriek in surprise. “How are you even real?”

He chooses to look away from your eyes that keep raking all over him, cheeks now a carmine red. 

“I told you earlier that you didn’t look too bad yourself, but I wanted to tell you that you looked absolutely fucking beautiful. Far prettier than me. Even though I spent so long trying to look cute for you,” you stumble over your words as he keeps his hold on your waist. You don’t even notice that it was your turn to enter the bathroom when he sighs and escorts you inside, oblivious to the stares you got from stepping inside together. 

He positions you so that you’re hunched over the toilet, his annoyingly long legs folded to keep you at eye level while he bunches your hair up. As your drunkenness wills, you expel the intoxication out of your system as Soobin wipes the sweat off your face and neck. When all is done, you look at him and weakly ask for toilet paper to wipe your face with, to which he takes it upon himself to do it for you, gingerly padding over your mouth and tear-stained cheeks.

“All okay?” Soobin asks as he throws the toilet paper away and tidies up the bathroom the best he could.

“Mhm,” you purr, latching onto his arm as he opens the door, receiving pointed stares from the people witnessing you step outside together. You were all oblivious to it, wanting nothing but to curl up into the heat his body tenders. He’s silent as you stumble over your feet, and yet he traces his arm back around your waist once more.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you back.”

“But you haven’t even drank that much yet!”

“I’m not a heavy drinker.”

You sulk as he maneuvers you all the way back to your hotel room. 

When he sets you down on the bed, your frown only gets deeper. He’s immediately rummaging through your bathroom, hurriedly asking where your cleansing wipes are before you succumb to slumber, and returns to your side albeit not telling him where it was. It’s funny, really, the way you could see yourselves falling into this routine in the future. A future that seems so out of reach, if only you wouldn’t be miles away from each other when all this is done.

“Stay still,” Soobin whispers, as if terrified of breaking through the air of tenderness sifting through your hotel room. He holds your face so delicately as he drags the makeup off of your lethargic state. He’s merely inches away and yet he seems so far from your reach. 

“Soobin,” you let out, almost a pained, yearning whimper. You feel his fingers tremble against your cheek before he resumes his ministrations with a simple hum. “You’re even prettier up close.”

Maybe it’s the liquid courage. Maybe it’s all those talks with Karina. Maybe it’s the rare occurrence of you acting according to impulse– but you close the distance between the two of you, letting out a contented sigh as you feel his plump lips against yours. 

The problem is Soobin stays unmoving.

You pull away, shame overcoming the entirety of your system.

“Soobin, I’m sor-”

“Good night,” he replies curtly.

All inebriety has fallen out of the window as you lay down, pulling the sheets all over yourself. You pray this was all just a dream. That you had actually dozed off as he was busying himself on tidying the makeup off your face. 

The last thing you hear before sleep overcomes you are his faint footsteps and the clicking of your door.

page.soobin: let me know if you’re awake

                     : i bought painkillers for you

                     : i’ll come by then

It’s half past 3 in the afternoon when you awake from your slumber, groaning as you curse yourself for drinking like a maniac the previous night. You simply blink at Soobin’s texts, about to reply when you recall all the humiliation you put yourself in. 

Fuck. Fuck. You’re fucked.

page.soobin: you awake?

                     : you have read receipts on by the way

Great.

: i just woke up

: it’s fine i can manage

: you don’t have to come over

page.soobin: stop

                     : at least let me take care of you

: i’m okay, soobin

: i swear

page.soobin: i’m still dropping by

                     : elevator rn

It all happens so quickly. One second you’re grimacing at the thought of seeing him in your disheveled and oh-so dreadfully humiliated state, and the next you’re opening the door for him. He’s dressed in a baggy shirt and shorts, hair disheveled as if he’s been running his hands through it the whole while. 

“You should have gone out instead of worrying about my hungover,” you grumble under your breath, eyes not daring to land on him.

“Go out? Without you?” He says it like nothing significant happened between the two of you just hours ago.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that…”

Soobin puffs out a breath he’s been keeping for God knows how long. 

“Listen-”

“We don’t have to talk about it, Soobin. I’m really sorry. We should just forget that ever happened and just go our separate ways for the rest of our days here.”

Your mind is in shambles as he stares blankly, debating what to say next.

“Please look at me.”

You can’t deny his request when his voice sounds like it’s about to break. When your eyes meet for the first time since last night, everything just comes crashing out on you. He’s staring so intently, you fear you’ll break upon his gaze.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“That you find me beautiful,” he pauses before adding, “That you tried to look pretty for me.”

You grimace at his prodding. “Why would I not mean it?”

“You were drunk.”

“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I’m lying.”

Just like that, another awkward silence falls upon you. You could only hear his shallow breaths, like he was holding himself back. You pray he doesn’t hear the buzzing in your brain.

“I wanted to kiss you,” he professes matter-of-factly.

“You didn’t kiss me back.”

“I didn’t want our first kiss to be of us being drunk.”

You’re dumbfounded as you took in his feverish appearance. 

“So, if you’ll let me,” he murmurs, “I’d like to have a do-over.”

This time, it wasn’t you who closed the distance between your lips. In a matter of seconds, all of you is filled with him. Soobin. Soobin, who didn’t want to make a move in fear of you not reciprocating. Soobin, who was patient enough to care for you in the most minuscule of ways. Soobin, who you have at the palm of your hand, giving you himself wholeheartedly. Soobin, who has yearned for you all this time.

His soft lips glide against yours so smoothly, his hands eventually slotting around the curve of your waist to pull you in closer. Kissing him felt like coming home. Pressed up against him is where you wanted to be forever.

Soobin pushes you to lay on the bed, with him following suit. He’s careful not to put his whole weight on you, but even so, you feel suffocated by the affection bubbling within you. He’s all yours, albeit just for this moment. 

“Soob,” you manage to mewl out against the kisses he is peppering all over your collarbone.

“You alright, baby?” The endearment is enough to make your legs buckle around his waist, wanting to pull him in closer.

“More than alright,” you gasp as he grazes his teeth against your neck, leaving love bites. “I just can’t believe you’re mine today.”

He furrows his eyebrows, halting his actions, “Today?”

“Today,” you frown. “Last full day together and we’re back to our old lives.”

His eyes soften immediately, brushing the strands of hair from your face before he speaks, “It doesn’t have to be just today. I’m yours evermore.”

“But-”

“I’ll visit you every now and then. You can show me around your hometown, and I’ll fly you out to mine,” he traces his finger against your cheek, “And then you’ll meet Tori. I swear you’ll fall in love with her. And we’ll have all the time to ourselves.”

You snicker, “Do you say that to the girls back home too?”

Soobin chuckles in response, a low humming in his chest, “Home is with you.” 

You feel like you’re going insane as you pull him in once more, so overwhelmed with the infatuation. Your kisses escalate from shy smacks to a full-blown makeout session, eliciting soft groans from the man looming above you. The way you touch each other feels as though you’re trying to memorize the feel of your bodies, your hands making their way to the skin of his chest under his shirt.

“Take it off if you want to, baby,” he prompts, half-teasing and half-desperate. You catch your breath before tugging on it, motioning for him to help you in pulling it over his head. Every part of him looks like it was sculpted by the gods so intricately. You really can’t believe he’s yours for the taking. 

“You look like you’re about to devour me,” he teases.

“I am about to devour you.”

He moans at your words, taking you aback.

“You’re into that?”

“Only if it’s you.”

You don’t know how much time passes– all you know is that your clothes ended up on the floor and he’s inching his long fingers into your heat. His eyebrows are knit as he presses each knuckle to your walls, while you are left to whimper helplessly. His pace picks up, making your face scrunch up from the pleasure.

“Soo- baby, no,” you have a death grip on his arm, trying to stop him.

“Hurts?”

“No, good,” you swivel your hips, “Just want you inside.”

He gulps, a rush of heat going straight to his groin. “Condom?”

It’s irresponsible, really. Despite having previous experiences, you’ve never done it without. You don’t know why, but your brain compels you to heave in response, “No. I want all of you.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Death by dick seems pleasurable.”

Soobin almost can’t believe the humor laced in your words when he’s about to fuck the living daylights out of you, “Don’t die on me.”

He pulls himself out of his boxers, stroking himself. He’s achingly hard, and it took everything in you not to shoot up and beg him to let you have a taste.

“Soobin, you’re huge.”

“More surface area for me to love you with.”

You were about to shoot him a cringed out look when he guided his tip to your entrance. Both your faces scrunch up in pleasure despite the lack of penetration.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Baby,” your chest heaves, “I need you. I thought I made that clear.”

He beams, a stark contrast to him starting to inch through your insides. He’s biting his lip as he holds your hips down, “You’re- fuck.”

Your brain has officially melted into a puddle when he manages to fit everything inside. He gives you time to adjust to the intrusion, pecking your face all over. You swear this is the closest thing to paradise.

And he’s not far off. You notice how his knuckles are turning white from gripping your hips so tautly, trying to ground himself.

When you give him the signal to move, Soobin swears he could almost finish from the first thrust. He’s almost whining from the all-consuming pleasure, thrusts going from the softest brushes against your walls to calculated presses against the deepest parts of you. Soon enough, you’re babbling against his collarbone, leaving your own marks on his ivory skin. He’s yours, yours, yours.

“Fuck,” Soobin sobs, “I just want to stay like this forever.”

You can’t even bring yourself to respond verbally, resorting to clenching around him. His sobs grow even louder, hips unrelenting against yours. You wish you had met back in your hometown. You wish he was easily within your reach. You wish you had the liberty of being tangled up with him for the rest of your life. You don’t want to let him go. What can you do when the only person you’ve allowed yourself to feel everything and anything for lives oceans away?

“Baby,” your voice is weak as you scratch up his back, tugging on his nape. “About to cum.”

This only eggs him on faster, now slamming his hips roughly as he chases your orgasm. “F-fuck. I-inside?”

You hum, locking your legs tighter around his waist, “Nowhere else. N-need to have a piece of you with- in me before we fly back tomorrow.”

Your words seem to do wonders for Soobin. Your orgasm hits you at the same time he spills his warmth deep inside. You would’ve teased him about how he came so much if you weren’t twitching from the aftershocks of your release. He stays inside as the two of you unwind, him drawing circles against your hips, trying to soothe it from his death grip from earlier.

“You alright?” he mumbles against your neck, lapping at it gently. You hum in response, running your fingers through his tousled hair. You lay in silence, relishing in each other’s body warmth under the covers. He kisses the top of your head from time to time, breathing in your scent.

“I smell like vomit,” you grimace.

“You smell like sex.”

You roll your eyes, “That too. But I’m too lazy to take a shower. Just want to be with you.”

He taps your thigh, smirking, “Just say you want to take a shower with me.”

And that, you did. He takes his time with you, locking you in his embrace as the water simmers through your bare bodies. Mundane as it is, you bask in the feel of his body pressed against yours. You’d do anything to live in this moment eternally.

When it was time to fly back home, it took everything in you not to lock yourself inside Soobin’s luggage. You had walked hand in hand, waiting for each other’s flights back home. He kept kissing your knuckles, hushing sweet nothings. When your flight had been announced for boarding, you had cried in his arms, desperately wanting to take him with you. Soobin, ever the mediator, kisses the top of your head, promising to be by your side in a few months’ time. You don’t dare to look back when you enter the gate. You’re scared you’ll fall into another fit of sobs.

It’s been 5 months since, and you’re lounging on your couch, waiting for Soobin’s daily good morning message. He had been consistent in giving you even the smallest details of his life, the highlight of each of your days being the video call you hop on for your debriefings until you fall asleep. 

soob ♡: good morning

            : the heat is killing me

Your face lights up as his name pops up on your screen.

: good morning <3

: it’s 17° in seoul though?

soob ♡: wanna see something funny?

: baby it’s too early for your league of legends gameplay

soob ♡: heyyy :( 

            : but please say yes

            : this isn’t related to league i swear

: ?

: okay yes i wanna know something funny

soob ♡: okay maybe this is borderline creepy instead of funny

            : [Sent a photo attachment.]

You shriek as you open the photo, feet immediately waddling over to your front door.

There he is.

Soobin has a large grin on his face when his eyes land on you, a bouquet of lilies in his hand extended towards you. Even so, your favorite flowers dull in comparison to your favorite boy. The bouquet is all forgotten on the ground when you run to his embrace, one that you’ve been longing for. You don’t care if the neighbors could hear your squealing throughout the apartment hallway. He’s here. He’s here. He’s here, and he’s finally all yours.

he's so, so incredibly clingy— you were only gone for a few hours, yet he treats it like it's been years since he last saw you. he sits next to and watches you eat with starry eyes, neglecting his food until you scold him to eat. even then, he simply opens his mouth childishly, going "ahhhh" until you give in and feed him yourself. the victorious smile on his face is enough to keep you from getting annoyed with him.

puppy!beomgyu who can get a little possessive sometimes— but it's a normal trait for dog hybrids, isn't it? it's the only way you can reason the way he's acting tonight. you only agreed to let him be your plus one to your company dinner after he started crying when you said no; you'd only done it in fear of him getting overwhelmed from being in such a crowded room, and now you wonder if you should've put your foot down back then.

he's quiet— it's unusual to see him like this, so reserved and observant. but, that's not what's been bothering you tonight, no, it's the way he's been looking at anyone that even thinks about approaching you— his ears press flat on his head, his mouth pulling back in a snarl whenever your male coworkers greet you— when soobin manages to get past his defenses and pulls you in a quick hug, you almost think you're about to witness a fight go down.

beomgyu's not above admitting to jealousy; he's done it so freely in the past, always coming to you with a pout and a plea to not let anyone get so close with you, to not let them "scent" you. no matter how many times you told him that your human friends don't do that, he insisted anyway.

when beomgyu had pulled you away from him, nails digging into your wrist, you tried to keep calm— you knew he'd take it the wrong way if you started scolding him to behave. you do, however, have to tell beomgyu to fix his face after seeing soobin get so nervous under beomgyu's intense gaze.

it was like setting off a ticking bomb— he'd already been on edge earlier, but you think this might've pushed him past his limits. as soobin continued to laugh and joke with you, he resigned to go sit at your table and watch from afar. and while you wanted to run to his side and make sure nothing was wrong, a part of you knew it was better to leave him alone.

puppy!beomgyu who proceeds to watch you for the rest of the dinner. quiet and calm, eerily so— his dark pupils following your every move, watching you go from person to person, a bright smile on your face and your movements so free and happy; if you had looked a little closer, you would've been able to pick up on the way he was burning with jealousy.

the car ride home is dead silent. even with the radio playing, it still feels like there's no noise at all. not compared to the way he'd been talking your ear off on the way there, rambling about how excited he was to finally meet your coworkers. when you glanced over at him, he turned his back to you, looking out the window instead. his tail thumped rhythmically against the leather seats.

he gets out the car as soon as you pull into the driveway; you try to scold him for doing so while the car is still moving, but the only response you get is the slam of a car door, and the sight of him stomping off into the house. you're sitting in the driveway for a good twenty minutes, wondering what you could possibly do to remedy the situation.

it was all just a matter of jealousy, wasn't it? maybe you hadn't done enough to prepare your puppy for all the new scents, the people, everyone approaching you— you should've known better than to throw beomgyu into such a situation.

when you finally go inside your house, it's quiet… it feels wrong, stepping in such a dark and still home, always used to the white noise of the television and beomgyu's absentminded humming. instead, the only light you find is that of your bedroom lamp bleeding into the hallway. you follow the source, ready to bow your head and apologize.

but when you push open the door to your room, you find something entirely different— puppy!beomgyu lifts his face from your pillow, tear stained and flushed, his hair ruffled and falling into his eyes. when his pupils meet yours, blown out and shiny, his hips rut faster into your other, folded pillow.

he's facing you, back arching as his mouth falls open, a broken little moan slipping from his throat. his face falls back on your pillow, and he hugs the other one tighter, drool pooling out his mouth as he thrusts deeper into the makeshift hole he's made— your eyes fall to his lower half, mouth drying at the way his tail jumps with pleasure and he cries out your name.

puppy!beomgyu who begins to cry after seeing you freeze at the doorway, brows pinching together and tears dotting his lashes as his whole body flushes with humiliation— yet, he can't bring himself to stop, and his whole body rocks as he keeps going.

"m'sorry…" he whimpers, "i just— i can't… i can't stop. m'sorry…"

your heart pounds against your chest as he continues to whine for you— his stare won't leave your face, hungry for every reaction as he continues to fuck your pillow, his eyes rolling back as he inhales the faint scent of your shampoo on the fabric he's stuffed his face into— when he finally pulls back, he takes a deep breath, his ears perking up as he catches your scent change.

"master…" he begs, "please, please come touch me— i need you, please…"

embarrassed, he buries his face back in your pillow, his whines muffled and the red tips of his ears poking out. you hear your name slip from his lips, and it's enough to have you moving forward.

puppy!beomgyu who you always thought was pretty— but right now, as you turn him over and he looks up at you with big empty eyes, you think this might be the best he's ever looked, his cheeks a light pink and his dark hair splayed like a halo around his head. when you rip the pillow from his lap, his cock bounces up and against his tummy, sticky tip leaving a trail of precum against his skin— his lashes flutter, sending you a dazed smile as he watches you undress.

your puppy has always been so noisy— so it shouldn't be a surprise to hear the way he whines and whimpers at the feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock, taking him all the way and grinding down until he's bottomed out inside you. all he can do is cry out how good you feel with teary eyes, grabbing at your hips and thrusting up to try and fuck you— you have to pin his hands above his head and scold him to sit still.

puppy!beomgyu who does just that; he does whatever you tell him to, moaning out your name and apologizing for his behavior, begging for your forgiveness while you continue to ride him, your breasts bouncing in front of his face only serving to drive him mad.

"do whatever you want to me— use me, please," he whines, "but only me— i want you to look at only me, miss."

pull his hair, bite his neck, slap his face when his hips jump and he tries to control the pace— he loves it all, and he doesn't even try to hide it. he'll cry for mercy whenever you slow down, holding off from letting him cum until his chest is flushed pink and his face is shiny with tears, calling you mean but still listening when you tell him to not cum yet.

he lets this go on as long as you want it to, letting you cum on his cock over and over again, eyes rolling back every time he feels you milking him, squeezing his length tight— but he holds off from doing the same, each quiet plea instantly shut down with a look. you let it go on until he finally breaks, his nails digging into his palms as he fights to not disobey your orders to not touch you, fresh tears spilling from his eyes.

"please miss, can i cum now?" he'll sniffle softly, blinking away tears, "i promise i'll be a good boy from now on, 'm sorry for overstepping, but please— i can't hold it anymore, please—!"

you can't deny your puppy— not when he begs so sweetly, staring up at you with starry eyes as you finally give him permission to let go; he throws his head back, body tensing and his hips stuttering against yours as he cums deep inside. it's so much, and all you can do is roll your hips against his, cooing out how well he did and helping him ride out his orgasm.

"so good, so so good— y'treat me so well master, thank you," he hiccups, his cock continuing to pump you full, "i'll be a good pup from now on, i— i promise…"

puppy!beomgyu who whines for you to stay on top of him, even after he's calmed down; who says with a shy smile that you smell like him now— and when you place a fond kiss on his forehead, brushing his hair back and telling him how good he was for you, he gets hard again.

Your body trembles from head to toe at the sudden cut in pleasure. The strange feeling washes down your body and tingles every inch of your skin — a sudden coldness as your walls pulse around him and your eyes widen in shock. “Why…”

It's overwhelming. The sudden silence. The sudden stop. Everything.

“Beomgyu…” you breathe, your eyes locked with his in confusion.

“Shh,” Beomgyu pushes his hips deeper like he's not balls deep in you already, “You were almost coming?” he whispers, looking at your sparkling eyes. They’re bloating after the question. Was I almost coming? You frown, your lips part slowly, your whole body trembles again. “Keep moving…” you say, grabbing his shoulders.

Beomgyu puts a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “No,” he whispers, “Count with me.”

Tears slowly welling up in your eyes at the moment you heard the no. You squeeze his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, and close your eyes, trying not to cry. “Beomgyu, move…” 

Beomgyu looks at your face for a second, taking the disheveled sight in, feeling your pussy still clenching around him… Both of your crotches are aching for the release. But he doesn't move. Still, he doesn't. “Look at me,” he says, one hand coming up to cup your face. 

You slap his hand away, “Beomgyu…” pleading with his name, you can’t hide how much he upsets you right now with the glistening tears running down your temples.

But he doesn't flinch, not even a blink. He looks focused and serious, it's almost scary. And annoying. It slowly makes you lose that warm feeling… It’s unbearable to feel everything again. 

“Now-”

You cut his word with a slap. A weak one, since your limbs are still useless. So you slap him again while his face is still turned to the side, trying to make it tougher. And it works, pinking his cheek slowly, spreading a warm mark there. But he doesn't say anything, doesn't even look pissed off. And it pisses you off. “Beomgyu,” you call his name, start to hit him thoughtlessly; his jaw, his chest, his shoulders… “Shh,” And he doesn't grab your wrists or stop you, he just pulls his face back and holds your waist. 

You let out a weak sob while he turns you on your stomach gently. The emptiness melts your brain. Your face falls on the sheets, your hands squeezing the fabric, almost tearing it apart. “Beom…” you try, but his name turns into a breath slipping away on your tongue.

Beomgyu slowly lifts your face from the sheets and cradles it in his arm, tilting your chin up to rest on his elbow. You swallow and immediately hug his arm with your hands, tears falling onto his skin now. He puts his dick inside you, pushing his hips deep. Your eyes falling close again, your mouth opening with a shaky breath. He's inside you again. You're feeling it again. 

“I know you can do it,” he whispers, his lips touching your temple, “With me,” he says, “Ten…nine…”

“Eight…” you join, whispering.

He nods, kissing your temple briefly. “Seven… Six… Five,” you're counting together and he stops in five, lets you finish it. 

Five. 

Four. 

Three. 

Two. 

One… A warm sensation spreads all along your body when it ends, your nipples itching against the sheets and your walls squeezing around him weakly. 

“Good girl.” he whispers into your hair, tightening his grip around your throat. “My good girl,”

He pulls back until the tip caresses your entrance softly, and pushes forward hard, making you gasp and squirt a little. You swallow and lick your lips, frowning in pleasure. It's filling your stomach again, it's still there, burning. 

He starts to fuck you slow and rough; makes sure his length touching every spot of your walls, pressing his tip in from the angle that you like most. And you're dripping on his dick and sheets with every thrust, every pull and push of his hips it’s almost embarrassing.

He squeezes your throat more, tightening his arm around your neck, enough for your face to go slightly red. He grabs your hip with his other hand, and thrusts into you roughly, his dick kisses your cervix. “F-fuck…” you gasp, still there's no words, only air. Your hips poking up a little, but he slams into you so fast that you can't move enough. You're just shaking under him, clenching around him tighter and tighter, so intense that it makes him hiss… Your vision is blurring again, it's like the bed is sliding away under you and you’re spinning through space. Falling down or rising up. 

You cry, letting out a proper sound finally, squirting all over his dick. He's grasping your hip tighter, and fucks into you through your orgasm, keeping your mouth open and taking every sweet sound you let out. It feels so long, it feels like you're almost passing out. It's awesome and it's horrible. 

It's too much. 

You don't hear what Beomgyu says after. You don't listen. You just lay there and fill your lungs with enough air. You're waiting patiently until the dizziness in your head is gone. But it's not going anywhere, it just quiets so heavily. 

But that's enough, too. 

You get out of bed and walk quickly towards the bathroom, limping slightly, before Beomgyu sits up in bed to look at you.

And you lock the door before you hear his footsteps.

Bathroom light doesn't help your vision, you're squinting and frowning while taking your steps toward the sink. But your skin feels sensitive, and you don't want to feel something on it for at least a couple minutes. Even the water. Even the air. 

So you're grabbing the comb, don't know what you're doing and trying not to look at the mirror.

The mess.

“Y/n,”

When Beomgyu's voice fills your ears, you turn and look at the door like it's not locked and he can come in. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, knocks on the wood softly, and you think about his question for a second, your heart still beating on your chest. You know you don't want to worry him, but you're just stepping towards the counter, staying quiet, locking your eyes somewhere dark. “Can I come in?” he asks, his hand making a soft thud on the wooden door. He's not knocking anymore, just leaning on it. “Let me in, please. I'm sorry. Let me apologise to you properly.” He speaks carefully and gently.

And you close your eyes, squeezing the comb. You love him being gentle with you like that but you're feeling bad for worrying him, because there's nothing to apologize for. The sex was good, he didn't hurt you. You even have a safe word, if something was wrong you would tell him… You're just feeling a lot, falling into the enormous void in your head. “I feel…” you begin, but so many feelings fall down on your head, you can't feel the blank. 

“I know,” says Beomgyu. He knows. “I'm sorry. Let me make amends. Let me in and hold you?” His voice grows gentler and hoarser as he leans on the doorframe. “Or you can hit me if you want. As much as you like.”

After this, you lift your head to the door, realising that you hit him earlier. He says you can do it again if you want, which just puts a weak smile on your lips. A weak smile, born of guilt and all the love you have for him.

You sigh, looking down at your trembling legs for a moment. 

“Love?” Beomgyu calls again from the other side of the door. “Are you sure you want to be alone?” he asks, and you shake your head no as if he can see it. 

“I'm not allowed to kiss wherever it hurts?” he adds, voice quieter. 

And a warm feeling spreads all over your body with the image of it: him taking care of you, holding and kissing you slowly, gently. It looks okay now. Good. 

“You did so well for me,” he says, “Let me take care of you.”

You take a breath and feel it stutter through your chest. You relax your grip on the comb, but it has already left little red marks on your palm. You slowly withdraw from the counter and walk carefully, your hand brushing against the wall. You unlock the door with a soft click, go back to the counter and lean against it.

Beomgyu pushes the door open slowly, eyes scanning over your face in the bright bathroom light, making you feel naked for a moment. Just for a moment, then he steps in and changes the lights. The new, dim orange washes over the bathroom, soothes your eyes and head immediately, making you feel safe. 

He approaches you slowly and respectfully, stopping two steps ahead of you. “Can I touch you?” he asks quietly. 

You nod and swallow, pressing your lips together. Beomgyu walks those two steps, closing the distance, still being slow as if making sure if you change your mind. 

But you don't. You're just leaning your hips against the counter more, and waiting for him. First, Beomgyu gently drops your hair onto your back. Then he leans in, kisses the soft spot under your ear and your neck, moving down until his lips touch your shoulder. This makes you sigh softly and lean into him. His warm skin touches yours as you connect with him again.

He takes the comb from your hand, kisses your forehead, and gently starts to comb your hair. You lean your face against his chest and close your eyes, letting him do it. His scent fills your lungs and soothes your soul. 

You're staying like that, almost sleeping there, don't know about the passing minutes. 

The thud comb made when Beomgyu puts it on the counter opens your eyes slowly. 

“Look at me.” he whispers, touching your face now. Caressing your skin, he tilts your chin slightly, aligning your faces. 

“Kiss me.” you whisper back, still not opening your eyes, hands squeezing the counter. 

He doesn't speak, caressing your face for a little more. You feel his warm breath on your lips, your bodies slowly leaning against each other. His hand sliding on your skin to grab the back of your head, and he captures your lips in a slow kiss. Slow and warm. Safe. 

His lips slide onto yours and cup your lower lip, while you suck his upper lip softly before separating with a little wet sound, just to press together again and keep the sweet kiss alive.

Your hands find his shoulders, caressing the way toward his neck, then his face while his hands hold your waist, your tongues stroking each other softly. 

He lifts you up and sits you on the counter slightly, holding under your thighs. “Let me see it.” he whispers into your mouth, his voice still carrying the concern. “Does it hurt?” he asks, caressing your thigh while looking down at it. 

You shake your head no, but he already gets on his knees slowly. Your chest tightens while you watch him grabbing your thighs gently. He's still looking at your eyes to see if you're comfortable while spreading your legs.

A quiet, wet sound comes out between them. 

Your eyes fall close when his gaze drops on your pussy, and you feel a kiss on your knee. 

It's all you need. 

“Keep kissing me…” you whisper, grabbing the counter again. 

Beomgyu presses his lips against the soft skin of your inner thighs and slides them over you, soothing you. He gives both thighs the same attention, kissing them gently and open-mouthed. 

“Like that?” he asks, sucking a spot softly.

You still don’t open your eyes when he lifts his head to look at you, you’re just nodding for him to continue, spreading a little more. 

And he gets closer, taking your legs on his shoulders, his thumbs caressing your skin. He leans in and puts a kiss on your puffy clit, then your entrance. So soft and innocent that you bite the tip of your tongue to avoid a sound. He’s kissing your swollen flesh, cleaning you up by catching the drops of your warm liquid with his lips, and licking between your folds, keeps his tongue gentle. 

“Better?” he whispers.

You inhale, breath stutters on your chest. You hum this time, touching his head when he leans his cheek against your inner thigh. Your eyes meet there; yours are half-lidded and his are full of stars. 

“We have a safe word.” He speaks quietly, still gentle but underlying a question, too, this time. 

And you shake your head immediately, “There was no need…” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, your fingers moving on his hair briefly. “I like the feeling. It’s just- sometimes it can be…overwhelming.” you explain, speaking quietly. You're both so quiet, as if you have a baby you don't want to wake up in the next room. 

Beomgyu nods, kisses your thigh one last time before getting up from the floor. He settles between your legs and holds you again, arms wrapping around you. “Can I carry you in our bed again?” he asks, putting a kiss on your head. 

“Let's stay like this a little more?” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Beomgyu hums and kisses your head again, grabbing your hips to lean your body on his completely but you shift and push yourself on his right leg. 

“You want it there?” he asks, slightly breaking his knee for you and you pull it between your legs, nodding. “Okay,” he whispers, resting his chin on your head.

You're staying like that for a while under the dim light; you're holding on to him and Beomgyu caressing your back. 

Your breathing is soft together, syncing. 

You're squeezing his upper legs between your thighs, lifting your head from his chest and leaning your cheeks together. His fingertips follow down your spine, and stop on the small of your back; making you arch slightly, pushing yourself on his thigh more. And his hands slide down a little more, touching your hips again. 

You're looking at each other like doing some kind of telepathy, slowly turning your faces, making your noses brush. He lifts his leg, pressing it between your legs slightly, eyes scanning over your face, searching. And you sigh against his lips, holding the nape of his neck. 

He leans in, kisses your mouth, slow and messy, nipping on your lower lip and pulls back. He's looking down at your eyes, carrying bits of lights in there. And your hand tangles in his hair, you're capturing his lips again eagerly, making his hands grab your hips properly. 

You're grounding yourself down on his thigh, fidgeting to press your clit on it. “Fuck,” Beomgyu hisses, starts to guide your hips while leaning again to tangle your tongues together. “Mmm…” your eyebrows knit in pleasure, hands pull on his hair, hips grinding against him eagerly. 

“Yes,” Beomgyu bites the tip of your tongue, making you shiver. Palming and squeezing your hips more tightly, he looks down at your pussy. It’s sliding and rubbing on him, all wet and messy… “Shit… That's my good girl.” he whispers, lips trailing down on your chin and throat. “Go for more, take it, baby.” he encourages, whispering against your skin, before he starts to suck a pink, little mark on there. 

“Gyu,” you gasp, hips grinding faster, toes curling with the delicious friction. Beomgyu pulls his mouth from your neck with a soft ‘pop', he bows his head down again to look at your hips. Lifting the shirt up, he stares at your pussy shamelessly, frowning and open-mouthed, cursing under his breath. 

Your stomach is burning under his gaze, you know it won't last long. 

“I like it,” Beomgyu leans in, whispering to your ear, pressing your hips down and making your head dizzy. The friction grows slow and rough for a second. “I like the feeling of your warm pussy on my skin,” 

“B-Beomgyu…” you groan, his dirty mouth makes you drip easily. But he doesn't stop, “Your warm, little pussy.” whispering quieter, he brings one hand on your pussy, touching the wetness while you're still grinding. 

“Ah…”

“Just like that,” he encourages again, the tip of his middle finger presses on your clit, making your body jump, and starts to draw quick circles on it, rubbing the wetness. 

“Oh, Beomgyu…” Your breath catches, your hips rolling toward his hand and thigh faster and faster until a broken scream leaves your mouth. 

You're squirting again, riding your orgasm on him until your body leaves boneless in seconds. Drops falling down like pearls, you're hearing your heartbeat, it punches your ears inside. 

“I love you,” Beomgyu’s arms tighten around your body, kissing your temple.

“I love you," you say, breathlessly. Trembling between his arms, you hug his neck so tightly with the aftershocks, almost choking him a little. “I'm sorry for hitting you earlier.” 

Beomgyu smiles, breathing you in. “That's okay.” he whispers. “No apologies.”

And you’re giving yourself to the safety he creates, allowing him to hold you while your mind goes blank, your body feels weightless, empty again. You let him clean you up, wash your hair, dress you in soft clothes, lay you down carefully on your bed and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. 

Yeonjun was mean. He knew what he wanted, didn’t do relationships or anything that lasted longer than one night. He knew he looked good, and Yeonjun used that to get exactly what he wanted—pussy.

It’s not like he didn’t warn the girls he fucked beforehand. He was still a gentleman, told them that he wasn’t looking for anything that extended beyond the bedroom. Everyone knew that Choi Yeonjun didn’t do aftercare and cuddles. That didn’t stop girls from trying, though. He was used to it, the attempts at getting a second chance, the whines, the “not gonna clean me up?” after he pounded a girl into his mattress. It was the same response every time. “Don’t expect a second time. Lock the door on your way out.” Never failed. 

Until it did. Yeonjun himself was taken aback by his stupidity. What the fuck was so special about you? You were just a mutual friend, a pretty face he had made his mission for the night at some dumb gathering. And he was doing well, for the most part, until he got hit with that dumb laugh of yours. The one that made your eyes crinkle at the corners and your lips look extremely kissable. In 30 minutes, Yeonjun had managed to feel ways he hadn’t felt since high school. He couldn’t believe his reputation as the “emotionless fuckboy” was being destroyed by a girl he hadn’t even had a real conversation with. Then, he met your eyes across the room again and decided that it wasn’t the worst thing ever.

Yeonjun’s sneakers clicked against the hardwood of the apartment, the R&B music and piercing sound of glasses clicking and laughs fading into the background when you looked up at him like he was the most interesting in the world. A second ago you were laughing with your mutual friend, Beomgyu, and the next Yeonjun was leaning a little too close for comfort and interrupting the conversation like he knew whatever the two of you were talking about didn’t matter. It didn’t, not when he was there.

“Beomgyu, where have you been, man?” He huffs out, clapping the dark-haired man on the back with that easy grin. Beomgyu smirks, before introducing the man before you as Choi Yeonjun. You were familiar with that name, everyone was. Extremely handsome, rude, could give a shit less about what anyone else had to say, the list went on. “Yeonjun, huh? I’m—” You start. Yeonjun doesn’t let you finish. “I know who you are. I never forget a pretty face.” He hums, voice smooth like butter. He had said that line more times than he could remember, and he also couldn’t recall a time before now where he had actually meant it. “I see,” you hum.

Somewhere in the chaos of your conversation, Beomgyu had managed to slip away for another drink, leaving you with Yeonjun who had been towering over you like an omen. You had been trying to ignore his presence the whole time, and he definitely noticed. “You’re not gonna look at me? I’m just as funny as Beomgyu, y’know?” He hums, lips curled up into a smirk. “I’m sure you are.” You retort just as quickly, holding his gaze, the liquid in your red cup long forgotten. Yeonjun finds himself obsessed with the way you look up at him and finds himself wondering just how pretty you’d look underneath him. “You’re not gonna give me a chance to show you?” He asks, almost tauntingly like he’s expecting you to come and find out. You tug on your bottom lip, fingers tightening around the plastic cup. “Don’t you have more important things to do?” You ask, still tugging on your lip and Yeonjun notices. You’re sure he does with how often his eyes flick down to look at them. “You’re nervous. I don’t bite, unless you like stuff like that.” You feel your breath catch.

“I’m not nervous.” You lie through clenched teeth. Yeonjun inches closer, just enough so you can smell the peppermint on his tongue and hear the rustle of his clothes when he shifts. “You’re a bad liar, pretty.” He murmurs, dragging out the nickname. He can smell your perfume, a warm scent that had him leaning closer for another whiff. You don’t even notice how hooked he is already; on you, not just your scent. “I know you think I’m terrible, but I’m not. I know how to behave, y’know.” He huffs, you scoff. “You’re just looking for a fuck.” Yeonjun lets out a soft chuckle, still holding your gaze as confidently as he had been the past 5 minutes. “I was. Then you came along, looking so fucking pretty, and I started wanting more than whatever pussy I was searching for.” Yeonjun’s voice is strained, like he’s embarrassed to admit that a girl has his heart pounding as relentlessly as it is. In honesty, he is. Yeonjun is embarrassed that just the sound of your laugh has his cock straining against his jeans like it is. He notices the way you still—the way your fingers loosen around the cup and your lips stop gnawing and your eyes stop darting around the room occasionally for some kind of escape. “Show me, then.” You hum, and he swears his heart stopped. He doesn’t let you see it though. Instead, he lets his lips curl into that lazy smirk and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before leading you into an empty bedroom hidden towards the back of the apartment.

The bedroom door clicks shut behind the two of you, and for once you don’t care, not about whoever’s bedroom it is, or what people would think after finding out you messed around with someone like Yeonjun. What you care about is how his brown eyes glaze over yours like you’re special. You know that he doesn’t do strings, you’ve heard as many stories about him as the next person. But, you can’t help but feel a difference. Yeonjun lets out a soft sigh of relief when it’s just the two of you, ignoring the noise from the party leaking from behind the door. “Let me make you feel good?” He huffs, voice carrying a hint of whine that makes him bite down on his lip. Fuck, you really had him acting differently.

Your slow nod is all he needs for him to sink down to his knees and worship you. Yeonjun kisses down the fabric of your dress slowly, his hands roaming your sides and trying to map out as much skin as possible before the moment ends. Slowly, his lips brush against the edge of the fabric where your bare thighs have been taunting him all night. Yeonjun looks up at you with an uncharacteristically needy look before pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. He pushes the fabrics of your dress up enough to reveal your panties, and they’re exactly what he expected. A cute, lacy pair with a tiny ribbon in the middle of them. His lips curl up into a satisfied smirk.

“Those are the cutest fuckin’ panties I’ve seen.” He murmurs, voice muffled with how sloppily he’s pressing open-mouthed kisses to your bare skin. Then, he brushes the lace of your panties where your inner thigh ends. He linger just for a moment before moving his mouth to your clothed heat. Yeonjun’s tongue licks a long, experimental stripe across the fabric to test the waters, and your whiny moan is more than enough permission for him to continue. Yeonjun mouths at the fabric with more enjoyment than he would’ve ever expected, his fingers digging into the plush of your ass as his tongue flicks across your bud. He can faintly taste your essence seeping through the fabric with each kitten lick, and it earns a faint yet unmistakable groan from him. “Already taste so fucking good, even with your little panties in the way.” He hums against your pussy, the vibrations traveling up your body and making you whine. “Don’t be a tease, Yeonjun,” You whine, and he chuckles. “I’ll be good for you, pretty.” He murmurs, pulling you panties to the side with his teeth because of how bad he wants to keep his fingers planted against your skin. The lace brushes your sensitive nub, making your head loll back against the wall. Then, he’s back on you, licking a long, languid stroke against your bare heat with his tongue.

Yeonjun actually growls from how good you taste, his eyes fluttering shut as he indulges. His tongue is warm and feels so perfect against you, alternating between gentle flicks of your clit to sinking into your hole. “That’s it, pretty, relax for me,” He moans into your folds, pressing a gentle kiss to your nub before sucking on the bundle of nerves. He chuckles when you squirm, thighs tightening around his face and practically suffocating him in your juices. Yeonjun doesn’t mind, not when it’s you. His tongue dips into your hole again, reaching places you didn’t even know were achievable and effectively getting you to that high you craved so badly. “Fuck, g-gonna cum, can’t take anymore,” you whine and tug at his hair, earning another one of his delicious groans. “Go on, pretty, let me have it.” He whispers, delivering one last flick to your bud before your orgasm crashes down on you. He licks you through the aftershocks, cleaning you up slowly before pulling away with a lewd smack. You let out a shaky sigh, looking down and meeting his eyes. He admires your dazed expression, bringing the back of his hand to his mouth to wipe your juices off of it.

In that moment, Yeonjun comes to realize that he is perpetually fucked, because he has never enjoyed eating someone out as much as he had with you.

“Felt good?” He hums, rising from his knees after pressing one more chaste kiss to your inner thigh. “Yeah, really really good.” He lets out a soft, genuine laugh, which is shocking because Yeonjun doesn’t laugh during sex. He gives and takes what he wants, doesn’t talk or ask if he’s doing good because he knows he is. 

“Thought you were an asshole,” You murmured, fingers lingering at your sides nervously. Yeonjun pauses, just for a moment. “I am. But, you’re worth more than a quick fuck.” He murmurs. You notice the sincerity in his eyes despite how hard he tries to hide it. “You look like you want to say more than that.” His jaw clenches. He doesn’t appreciate how easily you read him.

“Let me take care of you, yeah?” He hums, a hand curling around your waist and pulling his chest flush against yours. “Please,” You whisper, and his lips find yours for the first time of the night—hot and not at all gentle like he had been trying so hard to be. The kiss is desperate, his mouth devouring yours like he might not get the chance again. You let out a soft whimper into his mouth when his lips curl around your tongue, sucking on the muscle all while holding your gaze. Yeonjun’s saliva mingles with your own in a way that can only be described as disgusting, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when he feels so good. Not when you’re getting to see a side of him nobody else got.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby, promise. You’ll take it, right?” He murmurs nonsense into your mouth, stumbling backwards and dragging you along with him until the insides of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he dips down onto the mattress. You follow after him, hesitant to break the kiss but eventually doing so to straddle his lap. You nod, pressing another kiss to his lips. Yeonjun flips you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs, your back now flush against the mattress and his face inches from your own. Silver chains dangle from his neck, clinking against each other with each movement.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your collarbone. His lips linger against the skin for a painfully long time, and you wonder how he’s been able to hold out on his own needs for so long. “Don’t you want me to help you?” You offer, fingers tangling in his hair. Yeonjun glances up from where he’s begun to suck a hickey into your skin, soothing the sore skin with his tongue before pulling away. “You are helping me. Sitting there so fuckin’ pretty and taking everything I give you.” He reassures you, reaching a hand down to fumble with the buckle of his belt.

From the amount of stories you’ve heard from several girls on campus, you’d come to learn that Yeonjun is a cocky asshole, but only because he has the looks, and the dick, to back himself up. You’d expecting big, but fuck, he was big. You could see the outline of his cock through his grey Calvin Klein boxers which had an unmistakably large stain on the front from how much he had been leaking. He notices the starstruck look in your eyes, and he chuckles, the familiar cocky smirk returning to his lips. You shift onto your elbows, glancing up at him with that needy look that he finds it so hard to say no to. “Told you, don’t need to take care of me, baby,” He whispers, and you whine. “I want to help you, Yeonjun.” You whine, and his cock jumps. You notice, he definitely notices. Yeonjun lets out a little groan before giving in. “Fuck, okay,” He murmurs, and your lips curl up into a smile. You thumb at the waistband of his boxers before tugging it down just beneath his balls, enough for his cock to spring up and slap against his lower abdomen. Fuck, okay, he was huge. 

You let out a little whimper at the sight of him, smaller fingers wrapping around his base and giving an experimental stroke. You can hear the hiss that he tries so hard to stifle, which is a cue for you to continue. Slowly, you pump his length, watching his every reaction. The way his hips stutter when you run your finger along the prominent vein on the side of his cock, how his cock twitches and he lets out a breathy whine when you drag your thumb along his slit and watch the precum dribble out. Then, you pull away, and his eyes snap open. Yeonjun’s lips part to ask what was wrong, but you shush him and instead push him down onto the bed. He complies, heat rushing to his face when he watches the way you sink to the ground. “Fuck, baby, get up. Don’t have to do that f’me.” He groans and you chuckle. “Let me help, baby.” You whisper. The nickname makes his hips buck up, and Yeonjun knows that he is beyond any point of savior. “Okay, shit, okay go ahead.” When you wrap your lips around his flushed tip, Yeonjun lets out an unrestrained moan, his fingers instinctively tangling in your hair. Your head bobs lower each time you come back up, tongue tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his base. Yeonjun lets you set the pace, relishing in the feeling of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. “Right there, fuck, baby.” He whimpers when his tip brushes the back of your throat. Your fingers wrap around what you can’t quite take, gently pumping him every time you bob around his length. Yeonjun lets out soft whimpers, hips bucking downright greedily as he reaches the orgasm he had been craving all night. His fingers pull your hair back into a makeshift ponytail as you take him into your mouth fully, and he holds you there for what feels like forever when his seed finally spills down your throat.

“So good, that was so good.” He praises, letting go of your head when he hears the little gag you let out. Yeonjun relishes in the fucked out look you have on your face when you pull back. You stick your tongue out to show the remnants of his seed on your tongue before swallowing, a crooked grin on your face that makes his dick jump again. “Fuck, baby, you don’t know what you do to me.” He groans, tilting his head back. “C’mere.” He murmurs, tugging you up from your knees and smashing his lips against yours, the taste of himself lingering on your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pushing you down onto the mattress and finding his position on top of you. “There we go,” He murmurs into your mouth. Yeonjun pulls your leg up to wrap around his waist without breaking the kiss, the tip of his cock nudging your slick folds without him having to do much.

“Please, let me, baby,” he whines, running his tip through your slick and just barely pushing in. “Yes, you can, fuck,” You whimper, nodding your head furiously. When he finally sinks into you, a groan leaves his lips, loud enough that the sound echoes off of the walls. The party still lives on in the background, but Yeonjun is unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of your walls wrapped so perfectly around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me. So fucking perfect, such a good girl,” He rambles, face nudged into the crook of your neck with. He starts delivering slow thrust, deep with each roll of his hips. The sound of your slick walls being pumped into is so lewd, and it makes his lips curl into a cocky grin. “Fuck, there we go, taking me so well,” he groans, snapping his hips against yours. His thrusts lack the softness he had been trying so desperately to maintain. They were harsh, each slap a reminder of him. You let out a high-pitched moan, the feeling of his tip bruising your cervix too much for you to handle. “Can’t take anymore, gonna cum, jjunie.” You whimper, and he groans lowly. “You’re gonna take it, not yet, baby.” He moans into the curve of your neck, delivering sharper thrusts that had your toes curling in the confines of your heels.

Yeonjun brought his hand to your lower thigh that was wrapped around his waist, folding it up so far your knee rested next to your shoulder and your angle dangled over his shoulder. The newfound position let him reach even deeper, brushing against the spot that had you seeing stars. “Fuck, I can’t, please, can’t hold it any longer.” You whine, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your neck which he quickly lapped at. His tip bruised your gummy walls, each thrust more aggressive than the last. “That’s it, let go f’me,” he hummed against your skin, biting into your neck without remorse and effectively bringing you to your high. A pornographic moan echoes throughout the room following your orgasm, his hips still snapping against yours with precision. After a few more shallow thrusts, Yeonjun let out a groan, hesitantly pulling his cock away from your warmth and stroking himself from base to tip. His seed came in slow spurts, warm against your stomach and the fabric of your dress. “Did so good, you were so good, baby.” He moaned, pressing sloppy kisses to the crook of your neck before peppering your face. “Thought you didn’t like aftercare,” You murmured, a lazy grin on your face as he continued to press kisses to your skin. “You deserve it all.” He replies a little too softly for a man who just pounded you into the mattress. You chuckle at how soft he suddenly became, watching as he pulled back.

“Stay still,” He murmured, tucking himself back into his boxers and giving you a gentle pat on the inner thigh before disappearing into the bathroom connected to the bedroom you were in. After a few minutes and the sounds of some rustling, Yeonjun returned with a damp rag and the softest look you had seen from him. Gently, he wiped your skin, the warmth of the rag making you shiver. “That was.. nice.” He admits, wiping the remains of himself off of your dress before tossing the rag into a hamper in the corner of the room. “It was.” You hum, shifting your dress down and pulling your panties back into place. “Gonna give me your number now? Y’know, so we can stay in touch.” His voice is once again strained like he’s going against all of his rules with one sentence. You hum, a soft chuckle leaving your lips.

“What happened to not doing relationships?” You ask, and he shakes his head. “I’d be a dumbass to let you go after all of that.” Your lips curl up into a soft smile.

Yeonjun can’t believe one girl could change him with a sweet smile and possibly the best head he’d gotten.

@jeongspetal 4.13.26

“Did you remember to put on sunscreen before we left angel?” Taehyun kisses his teeth in the front mirror, shooting a glare right through to the ash-blonde who retracts his foot back towards the floor, keeping quiet about the muddy footprints he’s already plastered.

Your head pops off from resting against your palm, turning to face your designated driver who’s got his eyes busy on the road. Glasses pushed up his nose, hair messily tousled and styled by his fingers alone, which is to say slightly overgrown and tickling down the back of his neck. “I had Jun apply some for me earlier. Couldn’t reach my back properly, you know.”

“—She took her bra off so I could apply it correctly too.”

“Jun!” Mortified, you whip your head towards the back with your eyes peeled open. Sort of unsure of whether pressing your finger to your lips to shush him would help with damage control, or if overexplaining yourself would be a better route with Taehyun. “Don’t make it weird! I-I wanted to wear a backless shirt, that’s all.”

Taehyun hums knowingly, but it passes through his lips so monotone that it worries you honestly, until he opens his mouth to speak. “I’m surprised he didn’t offer to rub sunscreen around the inside of your thighs. Sounds like something he’d d—"

“Oh! No he offered to do it for me too while I was drying my hair.” Your face beams as if you saved yourself heaps of time by letting Yeonjun do all the hard work. Hell, you even offer to help save time by applying sunscreen on both of them the next time you’re out.

“—And, I got to see the cute little panties she wore to go golfing. The purple see-through pair you bought for her Taeh—”

“Ohmygod Jun shut up!” Poor guy doesn’t receive a warning for the bottle of hand cream you toss at his face. From head to toe, you’re quivering with embarrassment, hands balled up as you glare at him from peeking over the passenger seat before he could pull anything else out of his foul mouth. You also think about correcting him for a second, about the fact that the thread was starting to come undone to those sheer panties Taehyun bought for you with ‘no intentions’. Thus your current predicament right now, with an underwear shortage you can’t even pinpoint when it began to happen and how they happened to have gone missing throughout the weeks and a last resort. A pair of white boxers that belonged to Yeonjun, which is albeit, better than going commando.

The grip around your thigh steadily tightens even more as Taehyun strokes his hand further up your thigh, settling around the warm skin of your inner part, tapping his fingers against the plush gently as he steers another turn.

“He’s no good, angel. Would’ve eaten your pretty pussy through your panties if I were him.” A chuckle gears through him as he flashes his signature wide grin, groping the flesh on your thigh as if to reinstate his point, that the option was still available if you’d just tell him to pull over onto the hard shoulder.

It’s even worse that you can’t bring yourself to give him a proper answer. Immediately sailing your mind elsewhere by plugging in your wired headphones into one of those chemistry podcasts that could’ve been summarised as a text instead of an hour-long frenzy about relativity. Although the low-set volume is quickly overran by the muffled conversations between the two men, and a couple of laughs you’re all of a sudden feeling too hot to tune into as Taehyun pulls into the course.

But by the time all three of you are handed the wackiest, worn-down clubs they had to offer, you learn that both of your friends who dragged you along here in the first place weren’t as amateur as they had proposed to you.

Your roommate for one, has swung his club with enough strength to land the gold ball far off towards the end of the course. Biceps bulging as he steadies himself into position, patting himself on the shoulder with a joking kiss blown in your direction which you swat your hand at. That being the worst decision you could’ve made by the time he runs towards you in disbelief, knocking into Taehyun in the process.

“Not liking the performance pretty? Turns out I’m pretty good at this, no?” The brunette scoffs in the far distance watching the ash-blonde tip off his hat to stump it loosely on top of your head, finding the means to meet your gaze at eye level as he points towards his golf ball that’s surpassed yours by a mile already. “Reward me?” His finger draws your attention directly to the apple of his cheek, puffed out by a smile and lightly rosy as he taps against his skin, inching for a kiss he knows you’re too shy to give.

“Tough crowd. What about a blowjob?” You’re taken aback by it at first, mind spinning to remember what a blowjob even was in the first place when a grueling groan ruptures from Yeonjun’s lips as he falls to hug his ankle. Right beside it, a golf ball, probably steaming from the friction as you look across to Taehyun who can only care to give a brief ‘sorry, wrong way.’

In fact, he’s already moving on to his turn as he positions his golf club, shifting the weight on his feet to grasp his ground and play methodically— plan it out tactically, as he always has done. “Take notes Jun, then you won’t sound so pathetic next round.” A mean laugh fizzles out of him as he cranes his neck towards the side, left hand steering the club just about enough as his aim tells him as he locks eyes with the white ball.

“Hole in one and I get to cum inside.” Your jaw drops slack as the sentence passes through one ear and hastily rushes to get out the other, as well as turning your head a full 360 to make note of whether anyone else managed to hear something so vulgar coming from your plot of field. And well, your jaw only drops further which you didn’t even believe was possible as you track the locus of the ball as it bounces off from one surface to the other, circling just around the flagged hole before ultimately dropping itself right in.

Right into the hole in one shot, and you can’t help but meet Jun’s eyes in equal disbelief as your legs awkwardly walk along the course for your turn. Settling right in the middle between the two men as they eye your every step.

“Were you being serious? You and Jun?” Your thumbs twiddle around the stick of the club, beginning to feel furiously hot as heat rises throughout your body, your teeth chewing on your lips as you meet eyes with the brunette with what you can’t explain as expectancy or reassurance. But it’s simultaneous, how they laugh in unison, large hands patting gently on your ass to usher you forward. Going as far as to help you maneuver yourself into position as Jun moulds himself as close as possible to you. Skin to skin, his knee slotted against the back of yours, back pressed to chest, and he promises he’s trying so so hard not to press up fully against you. It just so happens that in some cases he really does need to be ‘that close’ in proximity to you to help arrange your posture, even if it means his crotch accidentally brushes against the fabric of your shorts every now and then. “I’m hurt sweetheart, you spent so much time studying that you managed to forget the kind of people Tyun and I are.”

A sulk plays across his face, but nothing about him gives you an answer. Leaving you as confused and dazed as you were prior, eventually until it was your time to swing the club again.

You lean over slightly, trying to observe the ball a little more clearly when your loose backless top begins to rise up your back slowly, revealing the small patch of skin just above the top of your denim shorts. Far too short as they ride up the back of your thighs, tracing out the curve of your ass where the white waistband appears all-too-familiar for the two of them not to make note. Definitely not with the black block-lettering making it stand out entirely for what it was.

“I thought you said she was wearing purple—”

“Y-yeah she was but— aren’t those my pair?”

Less than two seconds in to you finally leaning straight again and getting ready to swing, there’s an interception to the grip on your club as your head flicks from side-to-side harsh enough to inflict whiplash. Confused as you lock eyes with both of them one after the other, ready to rest your hand on your hips and complain about them ruining your concentration completely. “Was just about swing tyunnie, what’s the matter now?—”

“Drop the club and let Jun handle it. We’re heading back to the car.”

Thinking about it now, you would’ve been able to have squeezed yourself an extra fifteen minutes on the golf course if you had gotten the big deal of wearing Yeonjun’s underwear over and sorted to begin with. Because your current predicament leaves you sandwiched between the two men, head spinning as they back you into the mattress, your fall cushioned by Taehyun’s chest as he lands underneath you. Rushing to readjust himself as he plots gentle kisses along your ear, contradicted by the sudden urge that troubles through him to nip at your skin. Lapping at the sensitive patch just below your jaw, suckling and tugging roughly onto the skin as he guides your chin with two fingers, making sure you’re facing Yeonjun directly as he climbs over the both of you. Shirt in hand and tossed elsewhere onto the floor of his room, shorts sagging down his hips to just about reveal the base of his cock as he palms himself through his shorts. Groans amplified by Taehyun’s grunts as the weight of your hips pressing against his bulge causes him to toss his head back into the array of pillows, with his canines on full display as he grinds his hips back into you.

“God, baby what were you thinking?” Yeonjun prowls his fingers through the valley of your thighs, prying them apart slowly as he drags a thumb down the slit of your folds through his boxers. Gawking at the way the wet patch on the fabric coats his fingers in your slick completely, thick enough to transfer right through as he presses harshly against your clit to grind sharp circles against the bud. “Fuck— take a look at that.”

He brings his fingers up to the brunette to see for himself, rotating his thumb at all angles so that your slick could catch the light, and it’s almost on cue that Taehyun’s cock twitches in his pants. The slight movement shoots right through to your core as you whine, digging your hips further back into him for the friction slotting the prominent tip of his cock between your ass.

“C-couldn’t find anything else I— ohmygod—” Your toes curl on instinct as Taehyun hooks your panties to the side, voice all whiny and desperate as the cold air against your folds causes you to pulse, eyes brimming shut when Taehyun’s middle drags a long slick-coated stripe along your folds.

“Are you really that dense angel? Can’t figure out that it’s Jjunie and I who’ve been putting them to good use?” You shudder as his breath fans against your ear, shaking your head no gently whenever you struggled to form words past your whimpers, particularly now as the ash blonde works his way up your stomach. Peppering kisses along your belly and stopping just under where your bra cups your tits together. “Still have a photo of when I came twice all over the blue cotton pair I stole princess, you’ll let me make it up to you, no?”

Yeonjun leans in closer to hush right against your ear, whispers kissing through his clenched teeth as he rocks his hips against your clothed cunt, bumping bulges with Taehyun’s who’s pressed just beneath you. “Bet you put my boxers on knowing I came in them just thinking about how warm you’d feel around my cock, just like a good slut hm?”

“— Still’d be able to see the cum stains on the inside if you looked hard enough sweetheart.” Taehyun laughs at the way you try to check for any stains for yourself, struggling to get a clear view of the fabric at all when your roommate yanks the white pair from your fingertips. Pulling down the tight fabric in a jagged motion past your ankles and discarding it elsewhere for him to steal back again later. “What do you think angel? Think you can take us both at once? Bet Tyunnie’s stretched you out plenty already.”

Every word that falls from their lips is dirty, sinful, clouded by nothing but lust. But when the familiarity of Taehyun’s cock is pressed up against you and Jun’s hands are already on their cycle of working towards your clit, you can only crave for more.

Eyes glossy with need as you chew on your lip, batting your lashes straight up at Yeonjun, which sends blood rushing to his cock at light speed. And your mewls are practically all that he needs to hear to climax at this point, all those soft “please”s and quiet “need you”s that have him so weak in the knees it’s humiliating. Even more so how he practically moans when you give him the green light, “Want both of you a-at once please— need to feel both of you in me.”

There isn’t a hum or the chuckle that usually follows after. Just straight savagery as Yeonjun tears through the clasp of your bra, occupying himself with tracing small shapes against your perked nipples; flicking his tongue against the sensitive buds without mercy. He presses a smile against the tender flesh whenever you whine at the sharp sting of his teeth nipping against your nipples, proud of himself whenever your back heaves up to thrust your chest closer into his face while Taehyun softly coos in your ear.

Promising you that you can take them both at once, gently prepping you with his cock on its own first instead of the usual fingers, groaning loudly when your cunt practically swallows his tip entirely without an issue from how you’re dripping with arousal. “Holy shit angel, taking me so well— you’re not whoring yourself out to Yeonjun behind my back are you?”

“N-no! Mnngh—” Your body tenses as you feel the stretch start to settle in through your walls, clamping down around Taehyun’s cock so tight you could make out every ridge in the skin and every prominent vein you could remember. Hands curling into tight fists as he readjusts himself inside of you, fat tip nudging and prodding against the lining of your walls causing you to wail out in bliss. “T-Tyunn!— ‘s too much!”

“You’ll be fine sweetheart. Always taking cock so greedily like a good slut, when are you ever satisfied?” Yeonjun’s laughing lightheartedly, leaning further back to latch his mouth against your entrance, just above where Taehyun’s still nestling himself into you, completely stationary as he waits for the male to flick his tongue against your clit again. Watch as you writhe under his touch, whining obscenely loud whenever his hot breath tickles your folds, wanting to prove you weren’t as dirty as they claim you are— even if the virginity excuse expired months ago.

Yeonjun’s tongue lies flat against your clit before swirling around the nub to suck against the soft muscle, nose buried between your legs that desperately tries to disobey him by closing in. The pleasure surging and crashing through you in waves too strong for you to handle when your yelp rings through both of their ears.

“Mnghh-ah! T’hyun w-wait Yeonjun’s still—” Your face scrunches up in pleasure-filled pain as Taehyun drills his hips into you out of nowhere, picking up his speed without having to accelerate at all to begin with, entirely focused on dragging his thick cock through your cunt. He’s so mean when you plead him to slow down, muttering curses under his breath as his grip around your hips tightens. Nails digging crescents into your skin, thrusting you down back onto his cock so that his balls would jeer you whenever you’d cry out loud for his length once he bottomed out completely. On top of his cock throbbing to stretch your gummy walls out further whenever the ash blonde’s tongue would meet his length simultaneously at your stuffed hole. Clenched desperately as your brain scrambles to find the words for Yeonjun.

“Use your words angel, tell Jjunie how badly you want him to tear your hole fffuck—” Taehyun presses another kiss to your shoulder, eyes zeroed in on the way your thighs bounce off of his whenever his thrusts grow too harsh. It’s impossible for his head not to fill up with all sorts of dirty thoughts he can only take out his pent-up stress on through wrapping his hand around your neck. Slithering his fingers across the soft skin before clasping around it like a vice, cock twitching from within when he notices the way you clench down on him instantly. The weakest of mewls managing to barely gasp through his light choking. “Come on baby, you can make it up to us. You left me fucking my fist raw for that whole month, you can use your words.”

“J-Jun kegh— fuck n-need you inside me please—” Taehyun strengthens his grip on your throat once more as your roommate looks up expectantly from his position between your thighs, tutting disappointedly at you for slipping over your words. “That’s not what we agreed the last time we got a taste of you, angel. I think you said a lot more dirty things than just that.”

Your lip quivers in embarrassment as you feel tears prick through your tearducts, partially due to the stretch of Taehyun’s cock and your sensitive clit that Yeonjun’s been feeding on, and partially from the humiliation starting to seep into your head. Thoughtless and fucked out of your mind when each of Taehyun’s strokes grows harder with the growing second, mind numb as you try to appease Yeonjun once more. “Need you to ngh—! Fuck my pussy ‘til I c-can’t think J-jjunie!”

Right at your beck and call, he’s immediately trying to squeeze himself in through any gap he can find, hissing when his tip slips right past your entrance as he jerks his rock-hard cock with white knuckles. It’s only after the third attempt that he finally slots himself halfway, the stretch impeccable as you grudge yourself to stay still in fear that you may rip, struggling to breathe as Taehyun’s grip on your neck is removed only to grasp your breath once more by toying with your already exerted clit.

“N-no! Can’t cum yet Taehyun ‘s too much i-if mmph!” Your eyes roll back into their whites as your head flings back onto Taehyun’s shoulder. With whines growing increasingly loud commingled with Taehyun’s grunts and Yeonjun’s own growls from the sensitivity of their cockheads rubbing against each other, fighting to prod at the soft spongy spot that releases fat, salty tears out of your eyes all at once.

“Goddd, you feel so fucking good. Crying so prettily for us, little angel doesn’t even know how much I’ve jerked off to her crying face.” Your roommate laughs almost too sadistically, unaware of just how full your womb feels with both of them at once, pummeling into you without mercy until your vision blurs with tears— just about blurry enough to be unable to study Yeonjun’s expression.

“’m so close angel shitshitshit, you’re gonna let us cum inside aren’t you? I got the hole in one as I said.” Taehyun’s eyes grow heavy-lidded as he sinks his head back into the pillows, lips parting open in an unrestrained moan as he feels himself nearing his climax, watching as Yeonjun struggles to keep ahold of himself too as he steadily reaches his own peak. Plump lips dripping with drool as he observes the way your cunt stretches obscenely to accommodate to their size, and then drawing his attention your meek nod and the tiniest yes that barely slips through your string of whimpers.

Within seconds, your orgasm comes crashing down. Spiking throughout your entire body as your legs shake through the pleasure, pussy fluttering around both of them encased within you as they follow shortly after. Spurting hot ropes of cum in varying viscosities, struggling to stuff your cunt full with all their cum while their dicks are still plugged inside of you. And for one thing, Yeonjun moans loud enough for the entire apartment complex to hear when he watches both mixtures of cum drip around their cocks, forming foamy white rings that compliment the pretty heave of your chest extra well.

Almost too well, considering that by the time Taehyun’s reorganised his thoughts and Yeonjun’s no longer panting like a dog ready to lap away and thrust the cum back inside your stuffed and used hole, both of them part their lips as if they had words left unspoken. Close their mouths. And then reopen them once more as Yeonjun grabs hold of your thighs without any intentions of letting go.

“Think she’s loosened up from all that studying yet?”

“She’s got a month to make it up to us, remember? Pretty sure I made her cum harder anyway.”

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Without thinking, your hands find themselves settled on the lapels of his blazer as you subconsciously tug him a little closer. The dim light of his hallway casts a soft shadow over his face but the sparkle in his eyes doesn’t cease to glimmer. You don’t really know when his hands stilled on your head or when your voice got caught in your throat but the magnetic pull you both feel is overbearingly tense.

Your lips part, words lost somewhere on your pouted lips. Soobin feels his heart hammer lightly once he feels the way your fingers gather in the material of his blazer. It’s subtle but it’s needy and it’s exactly how he’s felt for a while.

The voice in the back of his head screams for him to do it — just fucking kiss her! — so he finds himself leaning towards you without much of a second thought.

Everything feels like it makes sense when you give into the desire without thinking of others. The clash of teeth and tongue is a direct juxtaposition to the first kiss you both shared so many weeks ago. Where the last tiptoed just outside the boundary of giving in to temptation, this one jumped in head first without much of a second glance.

You barely register when the towel drops from your head and Soobin finds his stability on the dip of your waist. Your finger fumble from his lapels to the base of his neck as you allow him to tug you closer, fully giving into your need without much thought.

He’s a sloppy kisser when excited. His tongue barrels into your mouth and battles for dominance as his feet guide you from the doorway, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress and slightly gathering it.

He pants as be detaches slightly from your lips. His lips brush yours as he speaks, “I can’t hold back.” He confesses under a heavy breath as his lips chase yours once more. You hum in agreement as you allow him to guide you through his house blindly.

“I don’t want you to.” Your reply is muffled but Soobin hears it. He feels it. The way your finger grasp at the wisps of hair at the base of his neck makes it obvious. The slow chase you two had bubbles to its boiling point once Soobin kicks the door to his bedroom open.

His teeth nip at your bottom lip and draw out the gasp he wanted to hear. It’s the same one you let out when he kissed you all those weeks ago and it’s been playing in his head like a film reel. A part of him was disgusted with the dirty thoughts that followed and how his hand met his cock later that night.

Soobin pushes you until your knees meet the edge of his bed. He feels dirty at how much he enjoys you letting him lead you, trusting him completely while you mindlessly kiss back. He presses soft kisses against your lips before he’s urging you back. You meet the bed with a soft exhale, lips blushed and swollen from his ministrations.

You watch how he silently strips his blazer off and throws it against his floor. It meets the ground with a soft thump as it’s weighted down by the droplets it absorbed. His veiny hand loosens the knot of his tie as he looks down at you.

“Tell me you want it.” Soobin commands with pure authority. You swallow thickly before assuring him you do with a meek ‘I do.’ Soobin’s lips quirk to the side as he gradually leans over the bed. The sight he creates when he hovers over you is positively addicting and the way your legs clench silently tells him you like it. You shuffle back automatically to make room for Soobin but his hands catch your thighs.

“It’s funny, seeing you so small. Where is the woman who told me to be more confident? A little meaner?” The Soobin above you isn’t the same one you see in work every other day but God, you are not complaining. Your teeth catch on the plump of your lip as you will yourself to keep the eye contact going. Soobin doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches when you ease out a reply.

“Sometimes I just want you to take charge.” You reply softly, eyes pleading for Soobin to do something more. The warmth between your legs has built to an unbearable intensity and your fingers are itching to massage your aching bundle of nerves.

Soobin parts his hands from your thighs to fully undo his tie. The material falls somewhere on the bed - you can’t really pay attention when he’s unbuttoning the buttons to his dress shirt.

“Are you just going to watch?” Soobin muses as he undoes the top few buttons. You falter before realising he’s urging you to help him undress and you’re hesitantly sitting up. Your fingers embarrassingly fumble when you grasp at the plastic buttons, pushing them through the small slits to reveal more skin. Your mouth waters when it slowly unveils a toned torso.

You always assumed Soobin was a thin man but finding out he’s actually toned? Your head spins with excitement.

Soobin is quick to shed his shirt. He runs a hand through his hair to push back the strands from dripping in his face. The simple and innocent act looks anything but so. It feels like a calculated move from Soobin because suddenly his face doesn’t look so soft, instead defined and sharper than before. Your thighs squish together under the fabric of your dress as he moves to undo his buckle.

“No! Let me, please.” Your hands are shooting out to stop him fiddling with the buckle. Soobin looks a little surprised but lets go when you begin to pull and undo the buckle from its fastening. Who is he to stop the woman from his dreams from undoing his buckle? It’s like a wet dream come to life.

You hadn’t really noticed the bulge in his slacks until you started fiddling with the leather around his waist. You pause a little when you realise just how prominent and… huge it is. Even compressed under his slacks and underwear he is definitely a shower.

Soobin pulls back a little when you pull the material through his belt loops. You glance back up at him when you land on the button of his slacks. He’s already looking at you with his intimidatingly handsome face; lips parted and eyes blown with lust. As if silently giving you permission his hand lands softly on the crown of your head as he smoothes your hair down.

You don’t know how you’re doing this so casually. If you told yourself even a day ago that you’d be here, sitting on Soobin’s bed between his knees as you’re about to pull his dick out of his slacks, you'd slap yourself. But as if a diligent worker, you’re unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks like a pro.

“Hey…” Soobin mutters from above you. You pause your actions to look back at him. He smiles a little, “You don’t have to… suck me off. You know?”

The absurdity of Soobin saying this to you makes you laugh a little. He snickers too despite the throbbing pain just millimetres away from your nimble hands.

“I want to.” You assure him as you shift the fabric a little more down his thighs. Soobin nods silently as his eyelids droop a little with lust. You swallow back any hesitation when you pull his underwear down too.

His cock stands proud, springing lightly as it taps the skin just under his belly button. Your eyes widen a little at the size. You always heard that tall guys were hung but assumed it was a dirty porn stereotype but you’re wrong. It leans a little to his left, curved deliciously with a painfully throbbing vein shooting up the side. His dusty pink cockhead leaks and begs for attention. Your attention.

“Don’t just stare at it.” Soobin whines a little when you don’t make a move to do anything. You mumble an apology as you take a hold of his hard-on. It’s heavy in your palm and twitches lightly when you squeeze down teasingly. Soobin inhales sharply as you shift a little closer to the edge of the bed.

You appreciate that he’s well groomed when you press a kitten lick to the tip of his cock. The black strands are short and well maintained and if you weren’t literally centimetres from his dick you’d maybe laugh at the fact he most likely did that today before your date in the hopes that something like this would happen.

Soobin’s stomach clenches when you let a glob of spit land on the tip of his cock. He whimpers out your name when you use the spit as lube and generously twists it around the expanse of his aching dick.

He whimpers and bucks when you smooth the slick around his cock. The subtle squelching sound as you tighten your grip makes you preen a little, thighs rubbing together as you try to rub away some of the ache between your legs.

“A-Ah!” Soobin moans when you daringly cup your lips around his lip. Your tongue darts out to press into the sensitive slit as you inch your way down the girth. He’s certainly the biggest you’ve personally dealt with but he’s also the first person you’ve been actually keen to give a blowjob.

He’s hot and oh so heavy on your tongue. The way your mouth stretches and contracts around his length is like something from a dirty dream, throat clenching as premature tears bead on your waterline. He’s slightly salty, coating your tongue with streams of precum as you continue to inch down his length.

The hand on your head weaves between your styled strands as he grips at your roots to ground himself. The slight pull is enough confirmation for you to keep going, inching down daringly. Soobin continues to let out little gasps and whines when you flick your tongue against the large vein or twist your wrist a certain way at the base of his cock. He almost cums when your other hand softly fiddles with his balls.

You choke when he bucks up unexpectedly. You pull away with a wet splutter, smiling a little when Soobin meets your gaze with flushed cheeks.

“Sorry.” He sheepishly apologises when he sees the slobber around your mouth. His dirty fantasy had come to life. You below him, hand fisted around his dick with your lipstick smudged from his cock in your mouth.

“It’s okay.” Soobin’s knees almost buckle when your thumb slides to the top of his dick so you can mess with his sensitive tip. The salty taste is still present in the back of your throat despite coughing from his sudden bucking. You lean closer to continue but Soobin pulls you back by your hair.

Your hand stills.

“I don’t wanna cum yet.” Soobin says softly. Your hand drops from his dick, slick with spit and precum and into your lap. Thankfully you're wearing black or the wet stain would’ve been painfully obvious.

“Let me make you feel good.” Soobin offers as he steps out of his slacks. He kicks the mess to the side and watches the way you slide the straps of your dress down your arms. He can’t help when he reaches forward to wipe the spit clinging to your bottom lip away.

You nod foolishly at Soobin’s words. He uses a gentle grip to shimmy the dress down your torso. You feel a little ashamed that you’re not wearing a bra but the dress didn’t call for one. Your hardened nipples that are blatantly on show makes your eyes drop to your lap as you help Soobin take the dress off of your body.

His eyes linger on the lace of your panties. They’re small, transparent and frankly risqué though he hums when he realises these are the pair you most likely threw on thinking that something would happen after the date. Ironic really, seeing as you both acted on the impulse of ‘what if?’

When you settle back on the sheets, Soobin drops to his knees at the edge of the bed. Suddenly you’re feeling very vulnerable when his eyes are level with your throbbing cunt.

“Are you sure?” You ask. You really are perfect for each other, the way you both dance around the lines of consent. Soobin just sends you a pointed look.

He spares no time as he curls his finger around the thin elastic and pulls your cute panties down your legs. The strings of slick attaching them to your weeping pussy snap and drag a shameful wetness down your thighs as he loops them past your ankles to join in his own pile of clothing. The cool air teases your nerves evilly.

You’re going to to insane if he doesn’t touch you soon.

“Oh my.” Soobin muses to himself as he parts your twitchy thighs. You’re so slick, laden with arousal and desperately begging for anything. He’s salivating as he uses the grip on your thighs to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. You squeal a little at the sudden shift in position but are immediately soothed by the bump of his nose against your clit.

If Soobin is a a sloppy kisser, he’s a messy eater. His tongue within seconds is working magic, sloppily making out with your clit as he parts your lips to slurp up your sticky nectar. Soobin groans at the warm, natural taste, savouring it as if it’s an expensive treat. His tongue prods at your hole, enjoying the way it flutters and clenches at the slightest touch.

“S-Soobin.” You whine pitifully as Soobin suctions around your clit. His name slurs on your tongue as your eyes roll back at the way he targets right where you need him effortlessly. The grip on your thighs is bruising but you ignore it for the way he swirls the tip of his tongue around your bundle of nerves like a pro.

You’re positively jealous of the other girls who got to experience this before you. Even when you’re getting the best head of your life you can’t help but think on what you were missing out on as he continues to hum and slurp.

If you just ignored the voice in the back of your head you would’ve been getting the best head of your life long ago.

The sounds are pornographic. Each slurp, suck and shlick makes your little bud throb painfully. The way Soobin expertly hums when he has the bundle of nerves in a vacuum makes your hips twitch forward, bucking into his face like a wild horse.

“Mmh, ‘Binnie.” You moan wantonly, “You’re gonna make me cum.” You warn effortlessly. Soobin - as if nodding - rubs his tongue across the expanse of your cunt. He presses harder once more, lips and tongue centralising on the clit. You just feel so dizzy, a light casting over your closed eyelids as the knot in your stomach releases.

Soobin falters a little when your hips buck wildly. The tip of his nose nudges against you clit once more and it sends a soft mewl tumbling from your glossy lips. He pulls back, eyes draping across your arched body.

“So reactive.” Soobin purrs as he licks at the sheen of arousal smudged across his lips. Your body feels like it lit on fire when he crawls over you.

You feel like prey under an unpredictable predator and it’s exciting.

“Stop.” You reply weakly to his teasing. Soobin smiles as he leans a little closer to your neck, lips dusting across the sensitive skin. His breath fans across, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You want to say something — beg him to do more, but you pause when the cool skin of his lips trails wet kisses across the expanse of your neck and shoulder.

You arch into the touch, hand weaving through the messy strands of his black hair as he leaves his invisible marks. Soobin chuckles softly; the vibration strong and rendering you useless.

“Think you can go again?” Soobin asks as his fingers dance around your hipbone. You nod frantically, caring less that you look so utterly desperate because you’ve been waiting far too long.

And Soobin looks so handsome over you like this.

He’s like a magician with his fingers. They skirt around your thighs and dip towards your core teasingly, only giving in when you beg prettily for him to go. Please, Soobin, please - how could he deny that? The little pleased puff you let out when he digs his fingers into the mess he left makes his cock twitch painfully.

You don’t have time to gasp when he prods a finger at your weeping entrance because he catches you in another kiss. Any squeal of noise of surprise or discomfort is swallowed by his greedy kiss, slurping and battling with your useless tongue. You don’t try to keep up with him when you’re feeling so dizzy from the way he expertly slides his fingers into your gummy walls.

His other hand locates your wrist and limply plants it against his bedding. You don’t try to fight but the side restraint turns you on a little more as he begins to scissor your walls apart.

You’re so much wetter than Soobin imagined. He imagined that maybe you’d put up a bit more of a fight, pull the reigns more and maybe have him on his knees but he surprisingly likes leading you. Maybe it’s second nature thanks to his managerial role but the way you submit inside the bedroom and put up more a fight in public is addicting to Soobin. To think that you would let him control you.

Everyone would laugh.

It’s why he enjoys your little whimpers and the twist of your hips when the loud shlick, shlick, shlick gets louder. God, the things he’d love to say.

Aren’t you embarrassed at how wet you are? So shameless for a lady who holds herself to such a high degree in public.

He almost feels bad when you twist away from his kiss, panting and sweating as he continues to hammer his fingers inside of your sweet cunt. You squeal and flail as he stretches his fingers, thumb idly twirling on your clit once more. Soobin settles you with a single hand pressed firmly above your mound.

“I.. Augh, can’t Soobin!” You plea as he locates the spongy spot that makes your vision blot. Soobin watches the way your eyes gloss and lips quiver when he delivers a particularly hard thrust of his digits into the special spot hidden inside.

“Can’t you give me another one, pretty? I told you I want to take care of you.” Soobin mewls as he presses a stray kiss to your jawline. You shake your head, panting as your eyes search for his beneath the shag of hair that fell in his face. He pouts a little when you cry, “Wanna cum on your cock.”

You almost breathe a sigh of relief when his fingers slow. You don’t know if you’d survive three consecutive orgasms after being out of the game for so long. You came embarrassingly quick from 5 minutes of head because in Kai’s words ‘you’re practically a nun.’

“Such foul words from you.” Soobin teases as he eases his fingers out of your fluttering hole, “Are you sure you can take me?”

You reply embarrassingly quick as you shuffle towards his pillows, “Yes! Yes. I need it.”

“You need it?” Soobin echoes as he uses a bit of your slick to lube his neglected cock. He hisses as he spreads it around his sensitive head.

“Mhmm.” You hum, “Need you.”

“You’re gonna make me go crazy when you say stuff like that.”

Soobin’s eyes roll back when he slides the length of his cock into your slick, needy hole. His forehead drops against your own, eyes clenched as he grits his teeth to ground himself in the moment because it’s so hard to not just bottom out.

The pathetic little whimpers and whines that leave your bitten lips and the way your walls clench around his dick as he inches it in inch by inch is a devious trap set up for him to fail. He pants as he holds himself over you, stomach clenching as he tries to ignore the urge to make you stomach the pain for his pleasure.

“You okay?” Soobin puffs as your nails graze down the bare skin of his back. You hum and nod your head frantically despite the delicious pain that emits from your poor cunt. You don’t know how Soobin isn’t fully flushed inside you because the way his mushroom tip nudges at your cervix makes a flush of excitement wash over your body.

“Mhmm… I’m fine. Keep going.” Soobin accepts your hesitant reply, pushing in until his pelvis presses against your own. The stretch makes you feel delirious, head spinning as you adjust to the width of his cock. Soobin’s fingers grip into the sheets when your walls clamp down on him particularly hard as you adjust.

“If you keep squeezing me like that ‘m gonna cum.” Soobin admits airily, a ghost of a laugh wrapped around the embarrassing confession. You apologise sweetly, eyelashes batting as you stare into his chocolate orbs, “‘M sorry.”

Soobin hopes you feel it too. This is so much for intimate than a casual fuck after a good date — the way you gaze into his soul tells him that and he hopes you see it too. The soft hum of the outside world quiets when you both get stuck in each other’s gaze as you adjust to the new sensation.

It’s so much more than sex. It’s trust and a new chapter in your relationship with each other.

“You can move, Soob.” You mumble once the heat builds in your cheeks. Soobin pulls his forehead back from yours, pressing a ghost of a kiss against your soft lips before completely pulling back.

You chase it gingerly, lips tingling with a reminder of the connection that makes your heart flutter innocently despite your current position.

He plants his arms firmly into the mattress, softly pulling back. The soft slick pop that sounds when he rocks his hips back makes you both gasp before he softly pushes forward. A breathy groan vibrates from deep in Soobin’s throat when you clench softly at the nudging feeling.

“Ah, shit.” The crease in Soobin’s forehead deepens when he builds a pace. The soft rhythmic slapping and wet slaps of your pelvises meeting is something straight from an X rated video.

Your mewls and moans power Soobin through his shaking arms. The restraint he holds to not just grab your waist and fuck you in a way too dirty for what he wants screams in the back of his mind. He needs this to be perfect. It needs to be soft and loving because he needs to really drill him what you mean to him.

Bud he can’t help it when he starts thrusting a little firmer than what he means to because your pussy just fits so perfectly around him. You’re so wet and soft, walls suctioning around him in a way he didn’t think was possible. Any other time Soobin had sex, yeah it was good — but this? Just the way your pussy quivers around him is enough to make him want to cum prematurely.

“Feel good, love? Tell me how you’re feeling.” Soobin asks to gauge you out of your blissful silence. Your jaw had long went slack as whorish melodie’s sound from deep within you. Your nails dig little crescents into the broad skin of his shoulder blades.

“Good, Binne.” You whimper, fingers slipping to cup around his neck, “Really good.” You repeat, eyes drooping as you let the pleasure consume you. Soobin shifts to pull your leg up a little, goading you to wrap it around his waist.

The sound of your skin slapping gets louder as the pressure builds. The dirty wet splashes emitting from your needy cunt grows in desperation.

“You went quiet on me, pretty.” Soobin laughs a little as he presses a sloppy kiss against your lips. You chase it needily, teeth nipping at his bottom lip.

“Making me feel — agh!” You squirm when he angles his cock towards your soft spot, “So good. Keep… Keep going.”

How can Soobin deny that?

He’s in a trance, chasing a high as you keep him going. Each moan, whimper, praise is the fuel that Soobin needs to keep himself up despite the sweet beading on his hairline. He huffs and puffs as he feels the familiar pull in his lower abdomen, a warmth of adrenaline settling in his veins.

“You gonna cum soon? Hmm?” He hums as he drops a hand to your clit. The added stimulation makes your back arch as you greedily chase the pleasure. You cry and plea for him to keep going because you’re so damn close. The pull in your stomach is growing with intensity, slowing unwinding as you reach your end.

“Yes! Yes, Soobin! Please, please, please make me cum.” You plea as his thrust increase and thumb clumsily messes with your sensitive clit. Soobin complies, letting you know with a soft voice that you can cum whenever you need.

Soobin sees stars at the way you clamp down on him like a vice when your orgasm washes over you. It’s intense and fiery, blanketed in a veil of soft praises from Soobin as the first spurts of his orgasm hit your warm walls.

The feeling is positively dirty. The way his cock pumps out a mixture of your releases and leaves a ring of white around the base of his cock. The squelching sound slows but fills the silence between your joint pants.

Soobin sighs as he rides his high out, soft thrusts drawing breathless whines from you. He shifts his weight onto his left forearm, right hand raising to shoo away the hair dangling in your face.

His smile is soft but genuine as he observes how wrecked you are. Tired and fucked out, you mirror his expression.

His chest heaves as he takes a deep breath in while he admires your features. The pads of his fingers trace the dip of your cheekbones to your jawline before settling on your chin. He hooks a thumb and finger around your chin as he nudges your face up a little so he can press a long, sweet kiss against your lips.

You hum at the sensation. It’s so tender, especially compared to the one you shared as he fucked you like a man on a mission.

If one thing is for sure, this isn’t a one time thing.

the smut is here…. what do you all think. i wrote most of this when i was deliriously tired so im sorry if its a little repetitive or doesn’t make sense at times… i only had time to write this after long shifts and busy days </3

You could nearly taste the end of the world with your tongue.

The device in your hand kept on repeating the same video that you’ve been watching with a sharp glance. Even gripping it tightly as annoyance settles on your chest with bothersome heaviness.

It is Beomgyu’s story, with the devil himself: Taehyun. They are in a high-end bar near your area. And, on top of all, the greedy devil had a slut sitting in his lap, grinding her ass on his crotch. He seems to be enjoying it. Like he was not just here yesterday, abusing your body in your own bed.

You didn’t know what came up with you to be this pissed at what Taehyun has been doing. Maybe because this is his third time treating you and your exclusive relationship like nothing when he is with other girls. You cannot blame yourself for holding onto that. Not when it all came from his mouth. That what you have is exclusively real. That you are his.

But how about him? Is he even yours?

You knew better than this. You knew that despite all his lies and slip-ups, you could not just cut him off in your life. It makes you look desperate but he was just too him. And his effects on you and your body—especially, your feelings, could not be easily replaced by anyone.

It is clear to you that what you are experiencing is the fuck buddy virus: jealousy, without the proper rights to do so. And, this is one thing that he should never, ever know.

The phone in your hand flew on the other side of the bed, irritated with the complicated emotions you feel, and to his diabolical smirk when the camera pans at him. He seems like he is floating in joy and flourishing in enjoyment when that whore smiled at him. Does he like that girl more than you now?

Well, you are not that dumb to barge into their fun and peel off that girl’s hair. So, with overflowing emotions, you realized that if you cannot face them or message Taehyun about how obnoxious a jerk he is to have you easily replaced, you are gonna get back at them. Because only faint-hearted bitches forget about revenge.

After some minutes, you found yourself in the middle of the bed. Wearing a black laced lingerie that you bought for him, including a choker with his initials in the center that he got customized for you as a birthday gift. You angled your phone properly, outright showing the shape of your body to the camera. The LED lights highlighted your curves and even helped you hide the hickey he left yesterday that your concealer failed to do.

Lastly, you covered the letter T in the middle of your choker. Giving it a light stroke to keep it subtle.

With an anxious gulp, your trembling fingers frantically clicked the post button in your Instagram story. It even included a caption that says “who is up for this” to remind Taehyun that you could also find anybody, only if you wished to. The beat of your heart was rapid as seconds passed, but the back of your mind whispers that your fuck buddy will respond in a minute or so.

Because if there is one thing you surely know about Taehyun, that is he doesn’t like to share what is his.

Several minutes passed, and your phone was already vibrating nonstop. You've already changed into one of the oversized shirts he left behind. Needless to say, you are deeply embarrassed by what you have done after it sank into your mind. Your hands are shaking as you check the notification panel, biting your lips as you read through the compliments you received from your mutuals, and there are even some creeps sending their dick pics in your inbox.

But, there is only one notification that got your full attention. The three messages that came from Taehyun’s contact.

dni 📵 : Fuck, would you look at that.

dni 📵 : You even hid my initial.

dni 📵 : Are you that desperate for my cock?

You could feel how your pussy deliciously throbbed at his message. A small smile formed on your lips, your heart silently celebrating for finally catching his attention.

For the sake of your pride, you didn’t intend to give him a reply. Yet, another message came from him.

dni 📵 : Get out. Open the door.

Eyes wide open in shock, you nearly dropped your phone. You gave your door a worried glance before cautiously walking towards it. After exhaling a heavy breath, you unlocked the door—which revealed Taehyun who was leaning on your door frame.

“And the lingerie was nowhere to be found,” Taehyun welcomed you with a tease. The smell of his expensive perfume fused with the strong essence of the alcohol occupied your nostrils. Immediately dulling your senses, which made your grip on the doorknob grow tighter. In instinct, you blocked the entrance with your body, unsure of his next move.

“Why are you here?” You innocently asked, causing a smirk to form on his lips. “Am I forbidden to be here?” He playfully replied, eyes shamelessly wandering to your body. The smirk on his lips gets wider with the realization that you are wearing his clothes.

“I didn’t say that,” You meekly answered, trying to grasp the last inch of your sanity to not easily give in to him. He slowly nods at your words, hands deep in his pocket like he is a hundred percent sure that he doesn’t have to force himself to enter your condo. He is sure that you are on the verge of letting him in.

“Your slutty story wearing lingerie, did you take that for me?”

Heat immediately spread into your cheeks, eyes roaming into the building’s hallway to check if someone heard his question. Taehyun earnestly chuckled at your action, before grasping your waist to pull you closer. The warmth he radiates coursed through your skin like fire, evidently worried that other tenants might see what you two are doing.

“Taehyun, what are you—”

“Ah, it is not for me?”

Taehyun harshly pried on your ear, disgust and disappointment oozing in his tone. He took a sharp breath when you didn’t answer, just staring at him with an annoyed glare. His hold on you tightens, and from there, you could tell that he is getting more irritated by how you are acting tough on him.

“Answer me or I’ll fucking bend you over right here, right now.”

You were taken aback, a moan nearly escaping your throat at how stern his voice is. His lips that are closely placed on yours don’t help either. You tried to wobble yourself out of his hold, anxious about the fact that he could totally do what he just said.

Yet, you failed to do so. Because his hands start to wander inside your shirt, with his fingers grazing to reach for the fabrics of your wet panties.

“My patience is running thin.” He snarled, making your pulse beat abnormally. You want to keep up the act, to let him be. But your own body betrayed you. Head nodding on its own to answer his question.

Taehyun acknowledged it with a triumphant grin, his fingers started to rub your aching pussy in circular motions as a reward. Still aware of your surroundings, you clutched his jacket to pull him inside. Yet, he doesn't even budge.

“Didn't you want everyone to see your body, hm?” He teased, the pads of his fingers moving more hastily to scatter the wetness of your pussy. Your moans are barely stifled, hips mindlessly following the direction of his digits.

“What does your caption say again? Who is up for this? What are you? A worthless bitch?”

His words undeniably added more heat to your skin. The anxiety in your chest has amplified, barely opening your eyes to guard the hallway to foresee any passerby. But Taehyun? He merely gives a fuck. He even leaned you to the wide open door to support your body as he lowered your ruined panties.

Your back is perfectly arched when your pussy finally feels the roughness of his calloused fingers. In every brush of his fingers, your brain kept reminding you two shouldn't be doing this in a public area, but at the same time that same brain is too diluted into sickening pleasure.

Gripping tightly at the door, your hole was already dripping when you suddenly heard a sharp ting! from a nearby elevator. Your stomach churned in anxiety as you hurriedly pushed Taehyun away from you, but being the jerk that he is, he pinned himself closer to your body. Lips finding the curve of your neck to leave some fresh purplish marks.

A habit that he is proud of, so that people know that you are a property of others. That someone has already claimed you.

Soon, you heard some heavy steps accompanied by muffled voices you are unfamiliar with. You could feel them getting closer, buckets of sweat pouring down your forehead in nervousness that they might see the indecent things you are doing in the hallway.

Even if you are on the verge of a panic attack, you cannot deny the tingling sensations that Taehyun provides by playing with your folds. A loud squeal erupts from you when he pushes his two fingers inside your walls, completely unannounced, making its loudness echo throughout the entire surrounding area. Out of shock, Taehyun quickly pulled you inside before slamming the door shut.

“The fuck was that?”

“Shit, bro. Looks like your neighbors are enjoying it too much.”

Their shared mumbles were followed by a compressed laugh. You look like you showered in your own sweat, before glancing at Taehyun who was startled as you are. After a deep breath, he shook his head in disappointment as he locked the door.

“Loud as always, aren't we?” He pried, annoyance thick in his tone. “As if you are not used to being fingered and fucked thoroughly every other night.” You are woefully gazing at him, baffled at the sudden loss of his fingers inside you. “Even the way you stare makes you look like an innocent virgin.”

You felt yourself throb at his words. The way he was degrading you with his vulgar attitude almost became the norm for you. You are so used to him, and to whatever connection you two have. So, you have already predicted what would happen next—or so you thought.

Because nothing is more compulsive than a guy who doesn’t want to lose his toy.

“Kneel.”

Your brain shatters at the sudden request. Mouth gaped stupidly as you processed his command. In the span of being his fuck buddy, you never ever gave him a blowjob. Not that you do not want to or don't know how to, it is just he is always too excited to bury himself inside your pussy.

Why is he like this now?

“Are you deaf?” Taehyun hissed at you, casually pushing you into the living room. He sat comfortably on your sofa, while you silently watched him do whatever he wanted. Having no patience, Taehyun dragged you down the floor harshly, your whole weight dropping on the marble tiles.

“You are pushing my buttons,” He peevishly whispered to himself, doing the efforts of removing your clothes with ease.

Without even a second, his hands are unbuckling his belt, pushing down enough fabric to free his aching hard cock. Your lips parted in the sight of it, feeling your cheeks reddened in the darkest shade. No matter how many times he whips cock out, you would still always drool for its girth and size.

But, on the other side, you could feel a sense of joy and fulfillment inside of you. Because he is here. He is with you. You are the one with him. And, he gave you a chance to show him why he should not seek other sluts when he has you to pleasure him and his cock. After that realization, you kneeled properly between his legs.

Fully ready to show what you got so that he won't look at anyone else but you.

Slowly, you held onto the base of his cock, eyes intently focused on his reaction. You felt him instantly twitch when your tongue touched his tip, and this is what urged you to open your mouth to fully swallow him whole. His guttural moan blessed your ears, his voice getting more strained at the feeling of your saliva dripping down his length—which was beyond average. Given that you nearly choked halfway through taking him.

Still, you cannot help but suffocate around his girth when he abruptly jerks his hips upward. Sure, you know how to suck a cock, but not on cock this big. Taehyun’s palm soon flew to the back of your head, forcing you to take his length deeper until you felt the leak of his tip on the back of your throat.

“Fucking shit,” He uttered as he gasped for air, “Almost everything about you is tight.”

You tried to breathe through your nose, but Taehyun almost made it impossible as he began to grip your hair. Tears start to form on your eyelids, exerting the best effort of widening your mouth even if you are already grossed out by the sticky glob of drool mixed with his precum pooled in your chin.

Beyond everything, the uncomfortable wetness of your pussy has become unbearing. Closing your thighs completely shut just to rub your thighs together and hope for a tiny bit of friction.

A gust of fresh air filled your lungs when Taehyun loosened his hold, but you could feel how your abdomen tightened at his next move. He pulled out his phone, carelessly opening his camera as he raised your chin to stop you from sucking.

“Wait. Why do you—”

“Remembrance,” He shortly replied before he slapped his thick cock in your flushed cheek. The smirk on his lips intensified when he saw how fucked up you were on his screen. Your hair is in a tangled mess, your face is covered with several liquids and messed-up cosmetics, and your perfect lips are swollen from too much adjusting for his size.

A depiction of perfection that no one could compete with. You are just built differently.

Hence, instead of taking one to two pictures, his fingers swiped to the video recording. The moment he pressed the button, his veiny cock once again found your cheek, causing you to moan. You meekly glanced at him as your tongue found his tip, mind too deranged to even think that the camera was still in front of you. His shaky breaths made you feel proud, your tongue diligently outlining the pulsating veins of his length.

“Now I see,” He starts, half focused on recording your lewd sucking, “You are indeed camera friendly, baby.” He mocked, “You are much prettier here than in your story.”

Your heart bursts when he finally calls you by your favorite nickname alongside a brief compliment. It urged you to strive harder, sloppily making out with his tip as you suck whatever your lips could muster. Taehyun groaned at the overstimulating feeling, hungrily watching your delirious state. It is like you are addicted to the salty taste of his precum that you couldn't stop.

Soon, your hands began to wrap and twist themselves around the base of his cock, rapidly going in up and down movements even if your fingers barely met. Taehyun’s ragged breaths and the scandalous sounds of his leaky cock envelop your living room heavenly.

His hips then began to chase your fist, a sign that he is nearly at his peak. Losing control, he threw his device somewhere before placing his hand on the back of your head once more. Roughly forcing you to swallow his cock with your warm mouth. There is nothing you could do but accept it and welcome his girth, beyond caring if your throat is raspy and wounded later today.

The only thing you care about is one fact: he would always come back to you, because you are the only one who could give the pleasure he is craving for.

taeyhun almost feels bad, looking down at you as you try to muffle sobs of pleasure with your palm as he rams into you from behind. "how'd you do it?" he hisses, bruising grip latched onto the plush of your hips. you've got a grip on the desk, but your legs begin to shake from the force and you know the end is coming near.

"d-dunno what—fuck—" you whine when he jams his cock into your warm cunt with vigor that has you lurching ageainst the desk, gripping the edges so tight your knuckles are beginning to burn white. "—dunno what you're t-talkin' about," you manage to gasp out in the short moment of recuperation taehyun gives you before dragging his hips back and shoving his length back in just as deep.

"fuckin' liar," the faux, brown haired boy grunts from behind. a strangled moan escapes your throat as he continues to drill into you, and you press your cheek against the cool wood of the desk in fruitless hopes that it will keep you sane for just a moment longer.

"t-taehy—"

"save it," he growls, and the way his voice is so gravely, so deeply animalistic has you unconsciously thrusting your ass backwards too to meet his forceful thrusts. "can't even gim'me a—" his breath hitches when he feels your sopping cunt tighten around his length. "—a straight fucking answer." blood rushes through his head as he says the words, veins coursing with some mix of anger and adrenaline.

you try to shake your head but with the way your body is throttling after ever snap of his cock into your cunt, the task proves extremely difficult. "feels so-oh good," you tell him in airy breaths. "c-can't—" you can't think, is what you want to say, but you're too fucked out to even be able to form coherent words, and the thought makes you grow dizzy with heat.

taehyun moans at the sight that follows—you looking up from him as you crane your neck to face him, back arched into the hottest fuckin' view he's ever had the pleasure of seeing, tears streaming down your pretty face, staining your cute cheeks, dripping off your swollen lips and—fuck, he might as well bust it on the spot if he wasn't so damn furious.

"feels too good, huh?" taehyun scoffs. "too good to tell me how you outscored me?"

"i-i—" you choke out when he rams into you so hard the sound of skin slapping against skin rings in your ears. "—told you i dunno. it's j-just i did better," you choose to add, not realizing that those five words were probably the last things you should have said.

taehyun pulls out of you in an instant.

it happens so fast that you swear you can still sense the lingering feeling of his fat cock inside of you, all pretty curves and veins carving their shape into your hot, gummy walls.

and then it hits you.

you're painfully empty.

"sh-shit!" you whimper, scrambling against the desk with jelly legs and sore hips as you mindlessly try to do anything that'll fill you up. it nearly angers you how quickly you resort to begging. "no, no, no, no—please, no! why'd you stop?!" you cry out, turning to face him him completely now. your ass now presses into the side of the table with taehyun looming over you in front, eyes dark and jaw clenched.

your eyebrows curve into a frown, puffy bottom lip jutted out in a pout as taehyun watches you intensely as you mewl softly, pushing yourself to sit on your desk and spread you legs for him. "taehyun, i—”

"so now you wanna talk?" he scoffs, surprising you by grabbing your thighs and yanking you closer to the end of the desk so that your dripping cunt are positions right in front of his shining cock. "tell me," he mutters, sliding the thick tip between your pulsing folds but not giving you what you want the most.

"please, taehyun, please," you repeat, writhing against his hold in a dreadful attempt at slipping his cock into you.

"you gotta tell me, pretty," taehyun whispers, nudging his length against your throbbing clit so that you jerk slightly at the stimulation.

"already told you," you huff out, having half the mind to roll your eyes at him, but something tells you you know better. "dunno—guess i just—"

you shriek loudly when he sinks into you at once, balls pressed against your ass as he leans over you and pins you to the desk. "say it," taehyun dares, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear as you close your eyes and revel in the feeling of him so deep inside of you. "say it and you won't walk for a week."

So what were a few parties if he could make a new friend? He could do this much.

That's what he thought until he came face to face with Yeonjun's friends and the constant teasing about him not drinking enough.

Waving his hand in the air, he refused yet another drink, staying with his can of coke. He had a few shots with them already, but their tolerance and speed was too much for him to handle. He needed those breaks. No matter how much everyone begged him to do another one with them.

"Come on, Soob," you encourage him, your eyes playful as you nudge him with your feet under the table. His eyes flicker to you immediately, hesitance written all over his face. "You owe me for the last one I took for you."

Drinking more is the last thing he wants to do. And despite how well he's been doing refusing all other Yeonjun's friends sitting at the table, you're the only one he can't say no to.

Reaching for the drink Taehyun poured a moment ago, he watches as your grin widens when you bring your own glass to his, everyone else following right after. But even though everyone is shouting "Cheers" over each other, you're the only one he sees.

He isn't sure why you have so much power of him. He's seen you a few times around the campus, but he's never spoke to you before today. There was no reason to. You didn't have any classes together and he had no idea you had a mutual friend either. Logically, there should be no reason as to why he'd listen to you when he's saying no to everyone else.

But as soon as you sat across from him and he locked eyes with you, he knew he was in trouble.

Seeing you up close for the first time, he couldn't deny how beautiful you are. Your clothes hugging your figure in a perfect way, your makeup making your eyes pop out and your hair styled in possibly the prettiest way he's ever seen. He was gone as soon as your eyes met his and you offered him one of your smiles.

Deep down he knows it sounds insane. That's how he feels as well. But how else other than love at first sight is he supposed to explain the way he sees everything but you blurry? How is he supposed to explain that he can no longer hear the music blasting all throughout Yeonjun's house or the loud cheers of his other friends? How is he supposed to explain his whole body aches to have you close to him every time he sees you brush hands with anyone else?

The alcohol is no good for him. He can't recall how many shots he'd had already, but it sure as hell is more than he's normally used to. He can't remember much from what happened in the past half an hour if he's honest. He knows he's been drinking with you, and that he's seen you laugh a lot, but he could not tell you anything that was said if his life depended on it.

He sees Yeonjun doing a body shot off another girl, licking her skin after. He sees Taehyun and Beomgyu do a love shot. He sees two girls Yeonjun introduced to him when he came in — but whose names he doesn't remember — kissing on the other side of the table. He sees you walking to him with a shot glass in one hand and an incredibly beautiful smile on you face.

Wait, what?

He blinks. What's happening? And since when are you not wearing any jacket over your little top?

"Soobie, it's your turn." The nickname makes his head spin more than the alcohol has already been doing, his eyes flickering all over your body as you stop beside his seat.

"Turn for?" He asks, unable to avert his eyes.

"Your dare. Have you not been listening?" You giggle quietly and the sound echoes in his ears. "Yeonjun picked yours."

He forces his eyes off you to look at his friend, finding him with a smug smirk on his lips and arms leaned on the table for support as he stands. He can't tell if he should hate or love this just yet.

"Come get on your knees."

There is at least three different scenarios in which he imagined you saying those exact words throughout the night, but in none of them were you doing it in front of the entire group. Despite the obvious fact that he's in no place to be like this, he feels his cock twitching in his pants. God dammit.

It's as if he was in trance, his feet moving on their own and standing up so he could step away from the table. You nod your head towards the floor in front of you and he drops down, on his knees just like you told him to. Closing the space between you, you glance to the rest of your friends before locking eyes with Soobin, the sight of him on the floor in front of you getting tattooed inside your head.

"Open," you command and he does, tilting his head back a little with his mouth wide open. He still has no idea what's coming, but for some reason he feels like it'll be okay since it's you with him. "Good boy," you grin, bringing the shot glass to his lips and pouring the soju down. The liquor slides down his throat, his eyes closing and his hands moving on their own to grab your thighs.

You don't say anything to stop him, simply watching him swallow the alcohol. Someone at the table whistles at the sight but all you can focus on is the way he groans while gripping the flesh of your thighs. His face is all red, the sound nothing if not desperate. Have you just unlocked a new version of him?

It seems like it. With the way he doesn't know what to do with himself as he opens his eyes again and finds you still standing in front of him, it only leads you to believe this is new for him. Your eyes trail down his body for the nth time tonight, his face and neck flushed, his shirt and tie messy from how much he's been tugging on it while drinking, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of being suffocated, and the boner in his pants that makes you wonder if he's been like this all night.

Glancing to the side, you find your friends already occupied with someone else again, cheering on for Beomgyu to do whatever dare they came up with. Looks like it's just you and Soobin now.

You lean down to make sure he hears you even if you whisper. "Want to get out of here?" You feel him shiver under you, his fingers digging into your skin as a broken plead leaves his lips. Your smile grows at the sound.

You take his hand in yours, forcing him to stand on his feet again as you tug him towards the table, grabbing an almost empty bottle of soju. "I'll see you guys later!" It's only Yeonjun who looks at the two of you, giving you an encouraging nod before moving on. You didn't expect anything else from him. After all, he's the one who practically begged you to give a chance to his friend.

It was probably an hour in when you found yourself alone in the kitchen with Yeonjun and listened to him go on about how he is certain Soobin likes you, claiming something about a sixth sense. You didn't believe him at first. Why should you? You knew Soobin for like thirty minutes then, and even that was an exaggeration. You practically brushed him off and went back to the group, only to spend the rest of the night looking at Soobin and trying to figure out if any of it could be true.

You needed some sort of evidence to convince you it wasn't just you who found him attractive, and the boner in his pants while holding onto you like you're his savior certainly was one.

"Where are we going?" He questions confusedly but doesn't stop following you, going up the stairs with you and forcing his way around everyone that is in front of him. He keeps holding your hand not to get lost, but you also think it's because holding you reminds him this isn't just a figment of his imagination.

"Yeonjun's room," you flash your smile to him over your shoulder, falling into the first door you come across after stepping upstairs.

As soon as the door closes behind him and he finds himself all alone with you, the music stops completely, the loudness of people outside passing by him. He only sees you standing in the middle of the room, one hand holding his and the other carrying a bottle of soju. "Come closer," you smile, stepping back until you hit the bed. He follows you, only stopping once his body is flush against yours. "Have you ever done this, Binnie?"

"What exactly?" He asks, his eyes flickering to your lips.

You shrug lightly, "Hook ups? This."

"I've had sex," is all he says, keeping to himself the fact he's only ever slept with girls he's been dating. He's never been a fan of these no attachment situations or casual hook ups. Lucky for you, the only thing he sees when he looks at you is the want for a future.

"Good," you whisper, dropping his hand to grab his tie and pull him down to your height, pressing your lips to his. He tastes like alcohol, but you know you taste the same.

Except, when he kisses you, it's not alcohol that he tastes. It's cherries and all the good parts of summer, the sweetness of it all doing all sorts of things to him. Bringing his hands to your waist, he pulls you onto him, needing to feel at least something on his cock. Groaning into the kiss, he throws his head back at the wave of pleasure he feels. He's fucked. He's absolutely coming untouched tonight.

"Sit down." He doesn't need to be told twice, sitting on the edge of the bed and spinning you around with ease so that you'd face him. Climbing onto the bed right after him, you sit on his lap, running your empty hand through his hair. It's unfortunate he hasn't been going out with the rest of you before this. You would have loved to have him at your hang outs earlier. "Want a sip?"

He nods, opening his mouth a little. He's obsessed. Looking up at you, his body burning and every little part of him feeling drunk on you, he's as screwed as he thought he'd be when he first saw you. You pour the liquor down his tongue again before bringing the bottle to your own lips, taking a much longer sip. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Another groan. "More than anything."

"Am I?"

"Absolutely," he chases after your lips again, desperately trying to thrust his hips up. The feeling has you moaning against him. Rolling your hips forward on top of him, you don't stop kissing him. His hands shake as he grabs any flesh he can, trying to steady himself. You can tell that it's a lot for him, but you don't think you can stop, needing that release.

Your name leaves past his lips in a quiet whimper, your panties getting wetter at the sound. "Yes?" You moan, taking another sip of the soju to finish the bottle so you could throw it away on the bed and finally get both of your hands on him as well.

"Slow— Slow down. I'm going to—" Knowing how close he is only makes you do the opposite of what he's asking for, your humps getting faster as you chase your own release. "I want to— Fuck, can I get these off, please?" You prompt yourself up to your knees to give him what he wants, biting back a whine at the sudden lost of contact.

The sounds he makes are a song to your ears, his large hands taking off all the fabric covering your body in a swift second. Another curse — this one much more broken than the previous one — leaves his lips and your eyes drop down to him, finding his pants all messed up. Did he just come at the sight of your naked body?

Oh good god. To think you'd find someone like this here of all places. Yeonjun's house has always been one made for parties that were supposed to lead to drunk mistakes and occasional pregnancy scares, not one where you'd find boys so obsessed and pathetic like he is. And while the way he looks at you — as if you were a star in the sky — would have scared you a few months ago, you don't think you'll be able to let go of this one.

Holding onto his shoulders, you sit back down on him, watching as his eyes move down along with your body, staying locked on your bare pussy. "I could—"

"You could?" You raise an eyebrow teasingly, loving the way he gets nervous.

"—eat you out. If you like that, I mean," he adds, panicked. He couldn't get any better, could he?

"Think you're any good at it?"

"See for yourself?" He offers, hopeful.

You'd be a fool not to let him have a taste. If he's bad, you can always just ask him to let you use his dick to make yourself come. You don't think he'd refuse you.

You move your hand down to his chest, pushing him down so that he's lying under you. He happily obliges, gripping your waist and pulling you to himself until you're hovering over his face. Another groan. You look down at him, unable to hide your smile as you run your fingers through his hair once more. "Please," he whispers as you tug on his strands. "Sit down on me."

You give him what he so desperately asks for, dropping your weight down. He keeps his hands on your waist while his tongue slides between your folds. Your eyes close shut as you let yourself focus on just the pleasure you feel when he wraps his lips around your clit. You grab onto the headboard in front of you to help him breathe a bit more by holding your weight, only for him to force you down fully. As messy as he's been all night, he has great strength — you have to give him that.

Rocking your hips forward on top of him, your little whines fill the room. You had nothing to worry about. He is anything but bad. You're not worried at all about not being able to come. If anything, you're worried how big of a mess he'll turn you in. Your head spins at the pleasure, your orgasm approaching quickly.

His name slips past your lips as you reach your finish, the sounds he makes against your pussy sending a shiver down your spine. He doesn't let go off you until he's certain you're cleaned properly, making sure he's got even the last bit. You move away to sit on his chest instead, definitely wetting his shirt in the process. He doesn't seem to care though.

All he cares about is you and how pretty you look all naked on top of him. He could come again.

"Let me pay it back," you lean down sweetly, moving your hips down his body so your lips could reach his. "And then have you inside of me."

He moans at the idea. "Wouldn't— Wouldn't Yeonjun be mad we did it here?"

"You're worried about that now?" You chuckle, running your hand down his length as you drop to your knees in front of the bed, motioning for him to sit up properly. He does without any questions. "And anyways, he's hoped for this so he can't complain."

Soobin isn't in the right mind to question your words, only able to think about you with your lips inches away from his cock as you pull his pants down.

He is in for a long night.

Beomgyu is a good, sweet puppy.

Most of the time, at least.

Ever since the day you brought him home from the shelter he’s been completely glued to you.

Always curled into your side, draped across you somehow, finding his way into your space like he belongs there.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come home from work only to find him already asleep in your bed, tangled in your blankets and drooling onto your pillow as if it were his own.

Waking him up is always the same.

A sleepy blink, a soft whine, and then suddenly he’s clinging to you, arms wrapped tight as he buries his face into your shoulder, mumbling about how much he missed you soooo much.

You’d think you’d been gone for weeks with how he acts when you come home. And without fail, it never takes long before he starts pressing little, careless licks along your neck.

When you lightly tug at his hair to pull him away, he resorts to your cheek instead. Completely ignoring your words.

“Gyu, no licking.”

You say it every time. You mean it every time.

But he just can’t help it! It’s just how he shows affection, any other puppy hybrid would do it.

Still, there are moments where his tongue lingers a second too long in the wrong place, and you feel your face warm before you can stop it.

A reaction you’re quick to shut down, brushing him off before he can notice and ask questions he wouldn’t even understand.

You know it’s probably wrong for your body to react this way, but every time you simply tell yourself, “It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose.” and you leave it at that.

Never bothering to read further into it.

Of course, Beomgyu doesn’t know why you pull away.

To him, it’s simple. He loves you, and this is just how he shows it.

The licking isn’t even the worst of it.

He bites too.

Not enough to hurt or break skin, just enough to get your attention.

Teeth pressing into your arm or leg when you’re not giving him the attention he so desperately wants.

He just wants you to look at him, to touch him, to focus on him, anything at all as long as he gets your attention.

Even when he’s just bored, your hands are usually the first thing he reaches for. Absentmindedly chewing on your fingers like they’re just another one of his toys.

Which, to be fair, he goes through quickly.

You’re pretty sure you’ve replaced at least three this month alone.

It’s cute, sure.

Endearing, even.

But that doesn’t stop it from being a little embarrassing when your coworkers catch sight of the faint teeth marks scattered across your hands, raising their brows and asking if you got attacked by something.

You always laugh it off. Awkwardly smiling while trying your best to explain that your puppy just has a bit of a biting problem.

—

By the time evening settles in, everything is quiet.

You’ve been home for a few hours now, the weight of the day finally starting to melt off your shoulders. Your apartment is warm and dimly lit as the TV hums softly. The first thing you deemed interesting enough to watch playing in the background.

Beomgyu is curled up beside you. Head in your lap, body angled toward you, as close as he can get without sitting on top of you.

The same as almost all your evenings go.

You’ve been running your fingers through his hair for a while now. slow, absent strokes that match the rhythm of the quiet room. His eyes are half-lidded and relaxed, completely content like this is all he needs.

After a while your hand slowly comes to a still, resting on Beomgyu’s cheek as you brush your thumb up and down a few times before completely stopping.

You had only stopped for a moment, but that’s all it takes.

It’s subtle at first. The faint shift against your palm, the light pressure of his teeth as he starts to chew, slow and absentminded, like he barely even realizes he’s doing it.

You don’t even bother looking away from the TV.

“Gyu,” you murmur, voice soft. “Stop biting.”

“Not biting.” he mumbles back, muffled against your hand.

You glance down at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite yourself.

He’s not even pretending to watch the show anymore. His entire focus is on your hand, brows slightly furrowed in quiet concentration like this is the most important thing he could be doing right now.

You shift your hand just enough to run your finger lightly over his teeth.

“Are you teething or something?” you tease.

“I’m not a baby.” he mumbles, a small pout pulling at his lips.

You let out a quiet laugh, scratching lightly behind his ear in apology. He leans into it without hesitation, eyes fluttering shut for a second before you move again, sitting up just slightly.

He follows your movement immediately, sitting up as well as he watches you.

You lean forward, reaching for your drink on the coffee table, twisting the cap open as your attention drifts further away from the show playing on.

Just before you could bring the bottle to your lips, a sudden, sharp scream cuts through the room from the TV.

It startles you enough that your hand jerks, the bottle tipping just slightly. Before you can even register what happened, you can feel cold liquid all over your lap.

“Shit-”

You barely have time to react before Beomgyu already has.

By the time you even look down, he’s already leaning in, tongue brushing over your skin as he starts cleaning up the mess like it’s the most obvious solution to this problem.

And to him, it is.

He does this all the time.

Any spill or drop of anything, no matter how big or small, he’s always quick to take care of it before you even think to grab a towel.

So at first, you don’t think anything of it.

You just let him.

But he doesn’t stop at just the tops of your thighs, his tongue trailing up dangerously close to the place where you can feel a faint familiar heat start to make itself known.

And suddenly, you’re very aware of where he is.

Your breath catches, heat creeping up your neck before you can stop it, and this time you react quickly. Your hand coming down against his head to gently but firmly push him back.

“Gyu-”

He stops immediately.

Not because he understands, nor does he want to stop.

Just because you told him to.

He looks up at you, eyes wide and soft, head tilting slightly to the side in quiet confusion.

You avoid his gaze almost instantly, your voice coming out softer than you meant it to.

“I can clean it,” you murmur. “It’s fine.”

You hear a small, almost pitiful whine leave him.

His brows pull together slightly, lips pressing into a faint pout as he looks back down at your lap, then up at you again, confused.

Because this doesn’t make sense.

You always let him do this.

So why not now?

Before you can even get up to get a towel or a change of clothes, Beomgyu’s tongue is right back on your thighs.

Like I said, he’s a good puppy most the time.

You gasp softly at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue against you again. His hand landing on your knee to pry your legs open, determined to clean you up.

He really was just trying to help you clean your mess!

Sure, he was being a bit of a brat about it, but he’s a brat about lots of things when he doesn’t get his way.

But the second he got your legs open enough for him to lick up the liquid that had fallen to the insides of your thighs, his breath hitched.

Beomgyu isn’t a complete stranger to pheromones. He remembers smelling them from a female hybrid whose crate was next to his for a few days back when he was in the shelter. But what he could smell coming from you completely flipped a switch in his brain.

Without even thinking, his face was suddenly pressed against your core, desperately sniffing trying to figure out why your scent is making him feel so, so dizzy. Intoxicated, even.

Your eyes went wide at his new found interest, hands flying to his head to try to push him away once again.

It takes a few tries, especially as he digs his hands into your legs to keep himself anchored in place. But eventually you manage the strength to move him away.

The words “bad puppy” leaving your mouth as you try your best to sound composed, earning you the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard leave Beomgyu’s mouth.

You’ve never seen him this way before, his eyes completely blown out and full of need, his tongue darting to keep in the drool that threatens to spill from his mouth, his hands squeezing into you as if you might disappear if he lets go.

You would almost feel bad for him if you weren’t so focused on keeping down the filthier-than-you’d-like-to-admit thoughts that were flooding your brain.

And maybe if it weren’t for said thoughts, you’d have noticed the way he was gently thrusting into nothing against his pants sooner.

The moment you did however, the prettiest little “please…” fell onto your ears. Full of nothing but need and desperation.

Your eyes move back up to Beomgyu’s face upon hearing his voice, his eyes all teary now and eyebrows furrowed.

His eyes move back and forth between your own as he doubles down.

“Please… ‘m sorry, I don’t wanna be bad… but it hurts so much…” he manages to get out between sniffles.

Small tears are slipping down his flushed cheeks now as you bring your thumb up to wipe them.

Your gaze softens as he leans into your hand, hiccuping small mumbles of apologies, ears low against his head.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. What’s hurting?” you coo at him, no longer putting in much effort to push away the lewd thoughts corrupting your mind.

“Hurts… down there…” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips continue their sloppy uneven movements.

You hum in response, not exactly sure what to do next.

Before you can begin figuring that out, Beomgyu softly pleads “Help please…” in the most pitiful voice.

He doesn’t seem to even fully understand what he’s asking for.

All he knows is that his head is spinning.

And that the ache in his boxers is so painful.

And that he wants you to fix it, whatever that may mean.

You pause for a moment, considering your options.

You could help him, or maybe you could try to teach him how to take care of it himself.

Either way, playing dumb or backing out was no longer in the equation for you. Especially not while your sweet puppy is begging for your help.

Your gaze drops down again as you think.

You watch as his body continues to react, hips rutting up at nothing even when he’s trying so hard to stay still for you.

Help

The word rings in your head once again.

That’s all this is.

And that’s what you continue to tell yourself as you slowly move your hands away from Beomgyu.

Legs spreading just slightly as he looks up at you with big, eager eyes.

His crying slows as he looks at you patiently, waiting for any kind of approval. You’d be proud of him for waiting if this were a normal night.

You’re not really sure what exactly he wants, but you’re also not stupid.

He’s obviously turned on and hard to the point where it’s hurting him.

You could pull his pants and boxers down and touch him.

Or you could just fuck him until he can’t think straight like your brain has been yelling at you to do since the moment he started licking at your thighs.

No, stop it. He’s crying and you’re thinking about fucking him, you perv.

So instead, you decide the best thing to do is to just stop stopping him.

Your thoughts are abruptly halted as you feel Beomgyu’s hand sliding up your legs, fingers stopping right at the edge of your shorts and tugging ever so slightly.

A soft whine slipping past his lips as he stares at your clothed core.

“Do you want me to take these off?” you ask softly, hooking your thumb into your waistband and watching for his reaction.

Beomgyu’s cheeks flush an even darker shade now. He nods quickly. Looking back up at you, ears perking up and tail slowly starting to wag.

You smile at him sweetly, still unsure of what exactly he’s gonna do to you.

Nonetheless, you find yourself sliding your shorts off and tossing them aside before you can think too much about what you’re doing.

Beomgyu wastes no time eagerly shifting closer to you. Hands resting on your thighs and squeezing lightly as if he’s trying to ground himself.

He still needs to be taught patience though, so you put a finger up and sternly tell him “wait.”

He pouts, but listens. Waiting patiently as his eyes flicker back and forth from your face to your panties.

The soft thud of his tail hitting the ground over and over slows a bit as you watch him.

You make him wait an agonizing 20 seconds before lowering your hand.

“Okay, good boy.”

He swears it felt more like 20 minutes, but he’ll do whatever you want right now. No matter how hard it is to sit still.

Beomgyu presses his nose up against your core again, a little more shy and hesitant at first.

That doesn’t last very long before he’s whining against you and pushing his face as close as he can get. The thin layer of fabric separating you making your scent so much stronger than it was earlier.

His head is spinning now. He has no clue what he’s doing or feeling, his body only moving on pure instinct.

You’re trying your best to not let small moans fall from your lips when Beomgyu begins licking right at your clit through your panties.

He’s a little rough and clumsy, not having the slightest clue what he’s doing.

But then again, he isn’t trying to give you head.

You almost feel slightly ashamed at how easily you’re reacting to his inexperienced tongue. But it’s been so long and he’s just so cute.

Beomgyu’s not picking up on your small noises at all.

How could he?

Poor baby is tunnel visioned onto your cunt.

Although, he does notice the way your scent increases the more he licks.

The thin veil of your panties separating him from you is driving him insane. He has half a mind to just pull them off, but he knows he’d probably get in trouble for that.

So instead, he uses all his strength to pull his face away from you. Leaning his head against your thigh and bringing his pretty fingers up to tug at the hem of your underwear.

He doesn’t need to say anything, the pleading look on his face accompanied by the small whimpers leaving his throat tell you everything you need to know.

For a second, you wonder if maybe this is going too far.

But the way he’s looking at you right now only solidifies that you already have gone too far.

You try your best to ignore your thoughts as you give him a nod of approval.

Beomgyu quickly pulls your panties down, only bothering to completely discard them from one leg. Leaving them to hang around your ankle before you kick them away.

His tail shoot’s up at the sight of your exposed cunt in front of him. His eyes might as well have giant cartoon hearts shooting out.

He hurriedly resumes his earlier position, tongue flat as it swipes across your entire core.

You let out a gasp, not able to contain yourself anymore. Feeling a little embarrassed when you notice Beomgyu’s ear perk up a bit at the noise.

The taste and smell of your slick against his tongue is unreal.

He thinks this must be what heaven is like.

He laps at the liquid slowly oozing out of you, not wanting to waste a single drop.

As cute as it is watching him be so entranced, your clit is feeling a bit neglected now. You know you’ll probably scold yourself for this later, but your hands are already tangling in his hair and pulling him up just enough for his tongue to land right back where you’re needing it.

Your head falls back as a moan leaves your lips.

Beomgyu looks up at you with sweet, curious eyes.

“Does it feel good?” he mumbles against your cunt.

You’ve been asked this exact question by various different men. But this is so much different. Those men knew what they were doing, and Beomgyu doesn’t have a clue.

It’s almost endearing, the way his tail starts to wag rapidly as you moan out “Mhmm, good boy. Keep- fuck- keep going”.

The moment he realizes this feels good for you too, you’re screwed.

He’s so very eager to please you.

He doesn’t understand what he’s doing, but he knows it’s making you happy and that he’s a good boy for doing it.

That’s all he needs to understand.

He’s a quick learner too. Mentally noting every little reaction or tug of his hair.

Soon enough, his clumsy and messy mouth is doing a lot more than just licking.

He’s sucking at your clit, pushing his tongue flat against it and shaking his head, lapping up the juices gushing from your hole.

When the tip of his tongue slides just barely inside of you, you let out a weak “Ah- Gyu-“.

He’s a bit confused, he thought you liked it better on your clit.

But he’s too far gone to think anything more of it before he’s shoving his entire tongue inside of you.

He stills for a moment, tongue prodding around inside of you.

He’s getting pretty good at this, but he’s still fairly clueless. So you take it upon yourself to start pushing and pulling his head back and forth until he quickly learns what to do.

His chin is wet and dripping as he fucks in and out of you with his tongue, tail thudding so loudly against the floor you’re a little worried he might hurt himself.

The slew of curses and moans leaving your mouth only spur him on.

All he wants is to be good for you, and for this to never end.

He pulls his tongue out of you and begins working on your clit once more.

You’re so dazed out you’re no longer even capable of worrying about what you’re doing. Instead, you’re worrying about how empty your hole feels.

You grab one of his hands that are still anchored onto your thighs, bringing his middle and ring finger into your mouth for a moment before pushing them inside of yourself.

Your eyes roll back as you hold onto his wrist and push his fingers in and out.

Poor puppy is so confused :(

His jaw is getting sore and he doesn’t understand why you’re fucking yourself with his fingers when he thought you liked his tongue.

But he won’t complain. Not when you’re mindlessly babbling on about how good he’s doing and how he’s such a good boy.

Your hand starts to slow and loosen its grip on his wrist now, getting a little tired. He’s quick to pick up on it and begin moving his fingers on his own.

He notices the way your breath catches when his fingers hit a spongy spot inside you, fastening his pace and curling his fingers to hit it over and over.

It’s almost scary how quickly he’s getting the hang of this. You’re so close to finishing all you can do is throw your head back and weakly moan out “Gyuuu”

Within seconds you’re coming undone all over his fingers.

And yeah, he could feel the way you tightened around him and how your legs begin to shake a little, but that doesn’t stop him. He doesn’t ever want to stop.

If you let him do this until his jaw and fingers physically couldn’t move anymore, he would do it in a heartbeat.

The overstimulation is beginning to be too much as his pace never falters.

You try to push his head away and gather the strength to mumble out “Gyu wait- ah- slow down-“.

But your words fall on deaf ears.

You all but shove him away as he finally lets go.

He looks up at you with a pout on his swollen and wet lips.

You smile softly at him.

“I’m sorry baby, it’s sensitive.” you say, ruffling his hair a bit as you catch your breath.

He continues his pout, but nods and stays put.

You take a moment and allow your eyes to run over his appearance.

His hair is a mess and his chin and cheeks are completely soaked.

Your eyes run down his body and land on his lap, where a large dark spot sits.

He must’ve came while he was eating you out.

He shyly looks away from you, noticing your gaze and moving his hand to cover his crotch.

You were so dazed out you didn’t even pick up on the way one of his hands left your thigh and began rubbing himself through his pants.

Or the way he whined and moaned against your cunt.

“Does it feel better puppy?” you say using your foot to move away his hand.

Beomgyu’s eyes sheepishly meet yours again as he nods.

“Yeah but," he frowns, "it’s all sticky now.”

You can’t help but smile a little at his words.

Maybe your sweet puppy’s silly licking habits have some good uses.

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yes, he enjoyed a good missionary fuck or the occasional cowgirl. it's nice, it's intimate and he loves it. BUT he cannot stop wondering what more there is to try. so one night, when you two were just laying on the couch, your head rested against the crook of his neck, just dozing away he opens up reddit. "baby," he presses a little kiss on your head and you stir, "come look at this." you turn — and are greeted with 50 positions that you HAVE to try with your partner. "what on earth is a maternity- no wait mating press?" you mumble and he shrugs. one google search later, both of your eyes were wide open. "i am....." he starts. "...intruiged." you finish his sentence. you two eye each other, smiled spreading on both of your faces before you jump up and run to the bedroom.

boyfriend!jungwon cannot stop giggling at first when you try new positions.

the first time you tried 69 mans was GIGGLING into your pussy, the position was too silly to him. "won be serious, this was your idea." you mumble, hand squeezing his cock and he moans. " sorry baby, i just keep thinking of the memes." now, you can't have this man thinking about memes when your pretty pussy hovers rights above him so without further thought you just sit down on him — no warning and his face has become your seat. and jungwon enters heaven, his nose on your clit, mouth on your precum drenched cunt and all thoughts of unseriousness GONE! and when your mouth simultaneously is in his dick, moaning around because he's absolutely devouring you and slobbering your juices (it's literally running down his chin YUM) he only gets more eager, licking away at your folds and you meet him with enthusiastic bobs of your head and tongue swirls around his dick <33

another time, the position didn't even have a name, he eventually just got incredibly creative with it. it seemed like it was his mission to bend your body and intertwine himself with you until you couldn't be untangled. your head flat on the bed, body half twisted, you couldn't even decipher where one of his legs is. his hand was, the romantic that he is, entangled with yours and you give it a slight tug. "wonie, baby, i don't know if this is working." you giggle and his head snaps up. "you're not feeling good, baby?" worry coated his voice and you melted. "no, i just can't really feel you IN me babe." his face drops and he immediately detangles himself from you "now we can't have that," he mumbles, "need you fucking filled with me." he's dead serious and it's the most hilarious thing you've seen. "you won't be laughing for long..." he mutters, sly grin on his face. that man will devote his life to get you moaning and begging.

boyfriend!jungwon who keeps a list of things to try and literally whips it out when you're about to get down and dirty lol

"wait, baby" he pants into your ear as he has you pressed against the glass window that over looks the city. exhibitionism was on the list today and he has you high up against the window, technically for the entire city to see. "let me just..." he reaches back, cock still drilling into you as he reaches for his phone. it looks absolutely ridiculous, he's absolutely destroying your insides with his tongue poking out since his face id isn't working. "there." he exclaims with joy, you feel his hand tangling your hair and a tug. the delicious sting of your pulled hair and the feeling of him deep inside you earning eager moans from you. "there we fucking go, princess. don't you just look fucking gorgeous falling apart on me." which brings me to the next point!!

boyfriend!jungwon loves to praise you and goes absolutely feral when you get more vocal at his sweet degration

it started out innocent. he simply wanted to make sure you knew how nice you feel, how much he loves you. but with more filthy positions came more swear words from him, so a "gosh you're so pretty, you feel so good for me" turned into a "you're the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen, sweet pussy made for my cock, look at you swallowing me. you love going dumb on my cock don't you baby?". ughhh and you whine so deliciously, head shyly turning away, which he cannot tolerate, so he grabs your face, more roughly than he anticipated but when he noticed you moaning at the feeling of his fingertips digging into the flesh of your cheek, he discovered something new about you. from that moment on he makes it his mission to make you moan a little louder than last time, adding another finger, stimulating your clit in a different way or licking and sucking away at the sweet spot on your neck :3 he especially loves making you loud in places where you SHOULDN'T be loud, he loves the thrill. getting caught is not something he wants, you're for his eyes only but it's a nice little challenge he likes to give you. because sweet girls who do well get extra sweet treatment ><

boyfriend!jungwon feels like he just committed treason when you end up not liking something new :(

turns out you don't like something and he full on stops "do you want some space?" immediately withdrawing any skin contact, "no, no won i want you, this just wasn't it for me today. maybe some other time?" you pout, guilt eating away at you. "baby, hey," he coos, hands cradling your face. "you never have to feel bad for saying no, i need you to tell me when even the slightest thing doesn't feel right for you, otherwise i don't have fun either. this is a you and me thing." leaning in, he peppers a few kisses across your cheek and nose, making you giggle. "what does my sweet girl want to do, hm? want me to eat you out so you run your pretty little head off?" at that your eyes sparkle and he grins. big hands guide you to lay flat on your back as he positions himself between your knees. soft kisses adore your inner thighs as he makes his way to your dripping hole.

boyfriend!jungwon who then made you sit down and have a chat about a safe word!

whether that is pineapple, the colour system or tapping. he doesn't care WHAT you choose as long AS you choose and use it! and when you used it for the first time he was filled with so much love and pride. you were giving him the blowjob of the century, literally he was grabbing onto the wall, mouth open, eyes screwed shut. he was so lost in the feeling that without thinking, one hand flew down to your hair as he pulled your head closer, his cock impossible deep inside your throat as he snaps his hips toward. you've had him down your throat before (he did lowkey train you) but at some point it's bound to be on much. your moans turn into mumbles as you try to mutter out your discomfort, brain turning into mush at the overstimulation :( weakly, you hit the inside of his thigh a few times, getting his attention. he immediately snaps out of it, releases your hair and slowly pulls out of you to make sure the sudden rush of air doesn't overwhelm you. and yes, he loves to see you pathetic for him, but the sight of you coughing repeatedly makes him so upset. tears fill HIS eyes as he crouches down to your level to scoop you into his arms. "i'm so sorry angel, i should've held back." he mumbles into your hair as he softly strokes it, rocking you back and forth. you manage a hum, throat still to sore to speak and he feels his heart break. he blames himself so much :(( "i'm so proud of you for using our safety methods baby, you did so so well." a thousand kisses adore your forehead. " 's okay wonie" you mumble back, sleepy from the whole experience. "i know you didn't mean to." sweet boy picks you up and carries you to the bed. he watches you drift off to sleep in his arms, checking on the outside for any bruises or scratches. only when he saw tho injuries he allows himself to drift off too, arms tightly wrapped around you and face in your neck, breathing in the smell of you he oh so loves.

boyfriend!jungwon has an obsession with squirting, as soon as he knew it was possible it has become his life mission to find the quickest way to drain all liquid from you.....

the first time it wasn't planned, really it had been quite innocent. after a long day, jungwon just couldn't wait to be inside you and forget about the world for a few hours. everyone had been pissing him off, your pussy the only remedy. one orgasm turned into two and he showed absolutely no signs of stopping. "wonie, 's too much." you lulled out, drunk on the sting of his cock nudging your insides. "i know baby, just one more" he whispered, lips brushing your ears. "i know you can do that for me, hm?" he knew that you'd do anything to make him proud, so you clutched him a little tighter and focused on the hot sensation bubbling up in your abdomen. what you didn't expect, was for him to suddenly press his thumb to your already sensitive clit, rubbing deliberate circles onto the soft bud. your back arched, chest meeting his as your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder. "ngh—won! wait," you squealed. "fuckkk, baby you clench so fucking nicely around me." he groaned, lips messily meeting yours, eagerly hushing your desperate gasps and whimpers. "something—, something feels different." you gasp and before you knew it the coil in your stomach snapped and warm liquid spilled down both of your thighs. jungwon stopped all his movements, eyes focused on your pulsing pussy as you writhe around the bed. still in a haze, you looked at him with frightened eyes. "i'm so sorry..." you choked out. "don't know what happened i couldn't stop it i swear!" he still didn't say anything and you felt tears welling up in your eyes. that finally made him snap out of his own haze. "holy shit baby, you're the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen." his lips met the soft flesh of you chest as he started peppering kisses up to you neck, nipping at it slightly. "you know what you just did? i read about this." he mumbled and you shook your head. "think you just squirted baby, that's like...the biggest fucking compliment ever." your eyes meet and he almost cooed at your innocent expression, teary eyes making you look like an absolute doll. "baby, nooo, you did well, i'm not mad i'm so sorry!" he added, rolling you over so you were on top of him. "sorry my angel, i just didn't expect you to do that." he whispered, playing with a lock of your hair. "didn't know what was happening," you mumbled into his chest and he felt his heart swell. "must've been so scary for you baby, but you did so so well. you could never do anything to upset me angel, okay?" "mhm" you mumble back sleepily, the weight of your orgasm still tingling on your tired out limbs. little did you know that while you were drifting off to dreamland he was thinking how he can get you to do that again next time. oh you were in for a very fun time.

boyfriend!jungwon really really really likes mutual choking o.o

so this one was initiated by you by pure accident. jungwon had your legs bent to your chest as if they were out of jelly while drilling into your poor pussy at a brutal pace (you love it) and you tried your best to hang on to him — which happened to be his neck. you were mindlessly grabbing around, looking for any stability, and your hands instantly wrapped around his neck. without meaning to you squeezed it and jungwon let out the most delicious moan you've heard in a long time. in your fucked out state you didn't even realise what he responded to and just gave him a puzzled look. he didn't even give you a verbal answer, too shocked at the new sensation he was feeling and just put his hand over yours in his neck — only then did you realise what you did. "you like that?" you moaned out, not even seductive on purpose, but he goes wild. the hand on your hip tightened, his own hips snapping into yours even quicker. what stared out as innocent grabbing on him for stability now turned into his hand also finding your throat to keep you from being bratty. in the end it just turned both of you on even more; your brattiness and his desire to keep you in line. it was one of those moments where jungwon realised just how much you both have grown together and gotten insanely fucking freaky :p

boyfriend!jungwon found out he has an oral fixation at the same time you did you have one too.

he sort of trained it into you, without meaning. in the most innocent ways he told you to lick the batter off his finger, wipes the dripped ice cream from your chin and told you to clean it off — it had all been truly innocent! he loved the feeling of your lips on him, it had a peaceful kind of possession attached to it and an incredibly deep connection of trust!! he found his fingers slip near your lips during cuddle sessions, loving how you teasingly bite or nip at the skin. long fingers loving squished your cheeks, slipping into the warmth of your mouth. for him, he loved having his mouth ON you!! it didn't even have to be a kiss, just simply resting his lips against your skin was enough. he was the one that nibbled and licked away at your skin, loving the way you squeaked at the tickling sensation :,) eventually it would also definitely find its way into your sex life. let it be you choking the life out of him as he had you sucking on his fingers — it drove both of you INSANE! he would be eating you out for hours, juices running down your legs and when you eventually have given him the nth orgasm of the day he dips his fingers into your heat, collecting the wetness and slipping it into his mouth. seeing your hazy eyes sparkle at his gesture he repeats the action but guides your juices on his fingers to your mouth. as you now clean your own slick off his fingers, twirling you tongue around the bud of his fingertips, his lips are on you again. kissing, licking, sucking and nipping away at the soft flesh of your body. it was his way of saying that you, your trust, your love. it calmed both of you such innocent way in the end. yes you both love to get down and dirty, any position at any time but you have established such a beautiful trust between each other :(

ʟɪɴꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: innocent to freaky won has a special place in my heart, pls meet me in my bed !

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