#everjiung

"Fuck, I'm so wet. I'm literally dripping on the floor", you complained as another wave of shiver went down your spine from the cold air touching your skin. You strud your way through the living room after kicking off your shoes and promising yourself to clean it later.

On the other hand, your roomate, Keeho is completely dry and comfortable lounging on the couch with another movie playing on the TV screen.

"That's what she said", he quipped, finding humor in what happens to be the most miserable part of your day, week even.

Annoyed but somehow amused by how fast he came up with his remark, you throw your purse to his direction, successfully hitting him square on the shin, laughing when you heard him groam in pain and yell out "I'll get back to you later!", all while trying to go to your bedroom as fast as possible.

Keeho has been a great friend of yours since sophomore year of college, after he was introduced as a transferee, having quite a lot of similar interests and perspectives in life.

Being an exchange student yourself, you both shared experiences and situations that made you feel immediately at ease with him. So right after you graduated, he suggested the idea of sharing an apartment to lessen both of your financial burdens.

While it helped you in so many ways, it also brought you as much disadvantages. Friends have been saying that you and Keeho looked good together and you'd be lying if you said he haven't thought of him in that way before. Sharing classes with him back then was already too much for your poor heart, what more now that you're living under the same roof.

The attraction has always been there, but you both explicitly agreed to keep things family-friendly since day one, just so it wouldn't ruin the living situation. You've always been a little freaked out by how intensely he looks at you, and you always brushed it off. But now, you noticed him getting a lot more buff and his arms gaining a bit too much muscle for your mind to handle.

The carpet-clad floor is soft beneath your feet you stepped into your bedroom, feeling comfort in the space. You immediately stripped off your cold clothes, putting on nothing but an oversized, cozy shirt. With skin still flushed from the cold rain and hair still damp, you reach out for your hair dryer when a knocking sound cuts through its whirring sound.

"Figured you might need this," Keeho walks further inside your room to hand you a dry, warm towel straight from the dryer. You raise your eyebrows at him.

"Did you put something on it?" you teasingly ask, widening your eyes to him and displaying an exaggerated expresion he could only read as suspicion.

He scoffs loudly and puffs his chest—much to your satisfaction—eyes lingering a minute too long on him.

"I'm just being a good roommate, as usual," but then his eyes land on your form—soft, shivering, and so vulnerable from the harsh weather outside—the playful glint in his eyes immediately vanishing.

Your heart starts beating faster as he steps into your space. Keeho doesn't hand you the towel, instead, he continued closing the proximity between you. Nervous laughters leave your lips as Keeho's musky natural scent fills the air around you. Tilting your chin up, your eyes lock onto his, a sharp inhale getting caught in your throat as you scan his face for a hint of unseriousness, only to be met with none.

"You know, I've been trying to restrain myself around you, doing anything to stop these thoughts..." Keeho starts, eyes trailing down to your face—the glazy eyes looking up at him, the slope of your nose, the soft curve of your lips—then he continues, "...but I don't think I'll be able to control them tonight."

Your mind reels with questions, making you feel overwhelmed with everything and instantly making you lose your focus on what you're supposed to do. The hair dryer is no longer in your grasp as Keeho puts it down on your dresser along with the towel he was supposed to give you, effectively closing the space between you even more.

The space around you suddenly feels a bit too stuffy, Keeho's scent filling your senses. The warmth radiating off his body suddenly becoming too hot even when he's barely grazing yours. His gaze suddenly making you feel shy and small. Restrain himself from what? Thoughts about what?

The man in front of you doesn't let you drown in your thoughts for too long, careful hands raising to touch your face gently. You feel a bit of trembling and you wonder if it's from the effort of holding back or merely from the nervousness in doing the action. This became your answer. He's attracted to me too.

Heaven knows how long you've spent every night trying to convince yourself that you're just touch deprived, and that Keeho being attractive—even more attractive—in your eyes is a result of not having enough encounters with men in a non-platonic way. But now you're here, the man you pushed down your feelings for in so long making a move, and you couldn't be more elated.

Weakness spread through your body the moment his thumb grazes your bottom lip. Keeho's dark orbs locks onto yours once again, seemingly asking for permission. You nod stiffly, still not believing the whole situation. Keeho senses your rigid reaction, eyes softening, and doesn't hesitate to communicate with you.

"Hey, we can always stop if you want to." His soothing voice snaps you out of your little bubble, hands coming down to stroke yours softly, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

"No- I mean, I'm just a bit nervous because I didn't thought this day would actually come."

Upon hearing your words, Keeho is the one raising his eyebrows now. "Actually come? So you've been thinking about it? Thinking about me?" He smirks, finding your reaction amusing.

You try to play it cool. You hope he doesn't notice the way your chest heaves up and down, you hope he doesn't notice that your hands are literally shaking in anticipation—a telltale that will surely let him know that you want this as much as he does, maybe even more, because surely he'll tease you about it later.

"As if I don't see you literally gawking at me everyday. It was honestly kinda creepy—"

The rest of the sentence is stolen from your lips as Keeho's mouth crashes with yours. The sudden warmth of his lips contrasts the chilly air of the room, sending a jolt of heat straight to your tummy.

His hands find their way to your hair, brushing away the strands covering your face. Total silence takes over. The sound of the rain outside vanishes, replaced entirely by the thudding of your heart and the demanding, heavy slide of his mouth against yours.

You moan softly at the feeling of his tongue nudging yours, feeling lightheaded just from a bit of kissing. Pulling away to take a breath, you peer at him through your heavy eyelids.

For Keeho, the sight in front of him was something he wouldn't even dare trade for anything else. Your lips were red and swollen, cheeks in the prettiest shade of pink, and your eyes looking so glassy and desperate for more.

Even without saying anything, he can read you like an open book from all the times of staying together. He knows that you want more, both of you knows that you want to take it further. And so you do.

You grab Keeho's collar and smashes your lips against him again, this time filled with even more passion and longing—asserting dominance with the sudden boost of confidence that came to you. He lets you take control, enjoying the taste of your lips and memorizing the way it feels on his.

Your lips part just enough for him to catch the warm hitch of your breath when he slides his warm hand on the bare skin of your waist. Goosebumps erupt on your skin, feeling sensitive and hot because of the foreugn touch.

"You sure you want this, baby?" Keeho's eyes find yours and search for any signs of discomfort and hesitance. You simply beam at him and nod your head—the action giving him the go signal to continue his ministrations.

He pushes you down to your bed and roams his hands all over your pliant body. You close your eyes, senses heightening at the feeling of his warm hands touching you everywhere all at once. A mewl makes its way out of your mouth the moment he grabs your breasts and squeezes then pinching your hard nipples between his fingers.

"You feel so soft, so perfect in my hands." Keeho buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales, his hair tickling your jawline as his mouth leaves a trail of burning, open-lipped kissing along your pulse point. Your fingers lock tightly onto his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt bunching in your fist as a low groan rumbles against your collarbone, his entire body weight settling over yours like a heavy blanket.

His hands continue to trail down and eventually stops at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and making you rid of it. The next thing you hear is a loud swear from him, followed by a groan as you feel his hips unvoluntarily buck up against your bare thigh at the sight.

Your soft, smooth skin, all bare for him to see and admire. The perfect shape of your waist, the dip of your hips, and your plush thighs—closed in an attempt to hide your glistening folds to him. Keeho spreads your legs open, sight immediately focusing on your dripping cunt, pulsing and begging for him.

He takes his hand, his long warm fingers gently parting your folds to expose the most sensitive part of you, stopping just a moment to admire the view gracing his eyes.

A sharp, breathless sound breaks from your throat, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet room as his thumb draws a slow, teasing circle on your clit. Yout hips involuntarily stutter upward, seeking more friction from his hands, but Keeho doesn't give in just yet. He chuckles against your bare collarbone, the sensation making you shiver.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his deep voice thick with a dangerous mix of lust and awe. "So eager for your roommate. Where'd all that banter go, hm?"

Tilting your head back into the mattress at the overwhelming feelings crashing down on you—the subtle pleasure, his breath fanning your skin, the words that came out of his mouth—making you even more needy for the man on top of you.

You simply whine out as a response, mind far too foggy to utter a proper sentence. Upon hearing your lack of words, he slaps his hand down your pussy, a squelching sound resonating in the thick air. A loud cry escapes your mouth at the action, thighs immediately closing only to be forced open by both of his hands.

"You gotta use your words, baby. We don't want you getting punished, right?" Keeho's words quickly emit an answer from you, your mouth instantly spewing out half-coherent sentences that your brain is currently only capable of.

"Yes, yes— 'm sorry. Need you so bad, please—" you feel tears pricking your eyes, feel your body shake from anticipation and need, yet you can't do anything but lay useless while Keeho does absolutely nothing to ease you. He smirks at your state, feeling pride that he finally got you where he wanted—under him, all pliant and ready to take anything he's willing to give.

He inserts two fingers in your cunt to cut off your rambling, slowly pushing them in and letting you adjust to the stretch. He uses his other hand to cradle your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek gently as he mutters out encouraging words to you while establishing a slow, agonizing rhythm with his fingers.

"That's it, baby. I can feel you suck my fingers in, so tight for me." he says as he pumps his finger in faster, picking up the pace when he sees your face contorting in pleasure. You hips buck up to meet his hand, and for some time, he lets you. Waves of pleasure fill your veins and you feel hot all over—so sensitive between your legs that you know you're not gonna last for long.

Keeho lets you chase your high, fingers still keeping its quick pace as he relishes your reactions to his touch. Not until he notices your body twitching and your chest heaving a bit more quickly than earlier, taking out his fingers and settling it flat on your stomach.

You whine and beg him to continue, hovering right on the very edge of sweet release. Keeho leans down, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips as he whispers, "Tell me you don't care about the rules anymore," he demands softly, "Tell me you want me to take everything."

​"F-fuck the rules," you cry out, completely breaking under his gaze as you fist your hands into his hair, pulling him down into a bruising, breathless kiss. "I want you, Keeho. Please, I want you."

​The admission is barely off your tongue before his control completely snaps.

​Keeho doesn't waste another second. He withdraws his fingers from your body only to shift his weight, his hands locking onto your hips with a bruising grip that pins you firmly to the mattress. In one swift, heavy thrust, he drives his length entirely inside you, burying himself to the hilt.

​The sudden fullness forces a loud, shattered scream from your lips, your eyes widening in pure ecstasy as he fills you completely. The friction is immediate and white-hot. He doesn't give you time to adjust, locking his ankles with yours and launching into a frantic, demanding pace that turns the entire room into a blur of heat and sound.

​Every thrust is deep, relentless, and filled with the built-up longing of the past twelve months. The headboard of your bed thuds rhythmically against the wall, completely drowning out the storm outside. You can only cling to his broad shoulders, your weak knees shaking as he drives you higher and higher, his chest heaving against yours, skin sliding against skin in a heavy, desperate rhythm.

​"You're mine," Keeho growls, his filter completely gone as he buries his face in your neck, biting softly at your pulse point to anchor himself as his pace turns chaotic, fast, and unyielding. "You've always been mine."

​The overwhelming pleasure peaks rapidly, radiating outward until your entire body goes taut. With a final, deep thrust from Keeho, your walls clamp down tight around him, and you completely unravel, a loud, breathless cry tearing from your throat as a shattering climax washes over you in violent waves. The sheer friction of your release pulls Keeho right over the edge with you—his head drops back, a low, guttural groan ripping from his chest as he spills himself deep inside you, his body shuddering violently as he holds you as close as physically possible.

​The frantic beating of your hearts slowly replaces the silence of the bedroom, your heavy breathing gradually slowing down as the intense haze begins to clear.

​Keeho doesn't move away. He stays settled heavily between your thighs, shifting just enough to rest his forearms on either side of your head so he doesn't crush you. His hair is completely messy, his chest still heaving, but the intense, lustful gaze from earlier has softened into something incredibly tender.

​Slowly, he leans down, planting a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and finally your swollen lips.

​"Well," he murmurs, a breathless, familiar smirk slowly returning to his face as he tucks a damp strand of hair behind your ear. "Rent negotiations are going to be a lot more interesting starting tomorrow."

​You let out a weak, tired laugh, your arms looping loosely around his neck to pull him down against your chest. "Shut up and hold me."

​"As you wish, roommate," he whispers, wrapping his large arms securely around your waist and pulling the cozy blanket over both of your tangled bodies, finally letting the quiet safety of the room take over.

©everjiung

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Inside, tha atmosphere was an entirely different world—dark, sultry, and smelling richly of expensive liquor, polished mahogany, and the faint, sweet scent of citrus. In the far corner of the room, under a single amber spotlight, a live jazz trio was playing a slow, lazy tune, sending a low rhythmic vibration right through the dark floorboards underneath you.

You make your way through the small tables, ignoring the low chatter of couples and friends, and headed straight to the back of the room where the long, dark bar top stretched out. And there he was.

Jongseob was in the middle of preparing a drink, his movements so fluid and precise that it almost looked like choreography. He was wearing his work attire—a sleek black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing veiny, toned forearms that flexed with the movements of his hands.

The top two buttons of his shirt were keft undone, giving you a teasing glimpse of his pale collarbone and the lean expanse of his shoulders. His blonde hair was styled back but a few loose strands fell over his forehead, cathing the light as he tilted his head to focus on the mixing glass in front of him.

You had been coming to this bar for nearly six months. It had started as a coincidence—a quiet place to escape the loud, chaotic energy of your college campus, but it had quickly turned into a routine. A routine that you convinced yourself was built because of the relaxing experience, but quickly centered entirely around the man making drinks behind the counter.

At first, your interactions were purely innocent, and somewhat professional. He was the talented, quiet bartender who always seemed to know exactly what kind of flavor profile you wanted, and you were the quiet customer who preffered sitting at the corner of the bar rather than the intimate tables. But over the months. those short exchanges of "What can I get you?" and "Thanks" slowly turned into something much deeper.

You learned that he was incredibly passionate about music, often staying up working on beats and writing lyrics in his notebook when the bar was slow. He learned that you had a liking for classic, simple drinks, and that you tend to chew on your bottom lip when you were stressed or overwhelmed.

Slowly, the professional boundary started to blur. It was in the way his hand would brush yours just a second too long when he slid your glass across the counter. It was the way you would feel the heat of his fingers brushing against yours. It was in the way his dark, pretty eyes would lock onto yours from across the crowded room, holding the eye contact with a heavy look that made your chest tighten and your pulse race.

You would be lying if you said you haven't thought about him in a non-platonic way before. In fact, those thoughts had been keeling you awake for a couple of nights, your mind reeling with imaginary scenarios that were definitely far from platonic. But you had always brushed it off, to scared to ruin the comfortable, safe dynamic you had built with him over the months.

As you slid onto your usual barstool at the very end of the counter, the ice in an empty glass left by a previous customer clinked softly, your hand pushing it far away from you. Jongseob immediately turned towards the sound, catching his attention and glancing your way before going back to work. He finished pouring a dark liquid into a fancy-looking glass, slid it to the man waiting for it with a polite nod, and turned his full attention to you.

The moment his eyes landed on your form, the professional smile on his face shifted into something much softer, his eyes darkening slightly as his eyes slowly swept down your body, taking in the dress you decided to wear tonight.

​"You're late tonight," he murmured, his voice a deep, raspy rumble that cut through the low murmur of the jazz band. He stepped over to your side of the bar, getting rid of the glass in front of you and grabbing a clean cloth to wipe down the moisture sitting on the counter.

Jongseob stood close enough that you could catch the faint, intoxicating scent of his cologne—something woody, warm, and sharp, mixed with the sweet scent of the citrus peels that you assumed he used earlier.

​"Had to finish a project," you replied, leaning your elbows on the cool wood bar and looking up at him. Your heart did a familiar, frantic flutter in your chest just from the sheer intensity of his gaze. "But I made it before last call."

"I would have stayed open just for you anyway," he said, a lazy smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Jongseob tossed the cloth over his shoulder and rested his hands flat on the bar top, leaning in just enough that your faces were only inches apart. "So, what's the verdict tonight? The usual?"

​"Surprise me," you challenged softly, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes, feeling bolder than usual. "Make me something custom. Something that fits the mood."

​Jongseob raised an eyebrow, his eyes dropping to your lips for a fraction of a second before rising back to meet your gaze. "A custom drink? Bold. You know, if you like it, the house rules say you have to stay until I lock up."

​"And if I don't?"

​"Then your tab is on me, and I'll let you walk out of here untouched," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, turning thick and heavy with an unspoken promise that sent a shiver straight down your spine.

"Deal," you breathed out, your pulse spiking at the challenge.

​You watched him work, completely captivated by the vivid sight of him. He reached for a mixing glass, his long, pretty fingers grasping the metal spoon with absolute control. He moved with a quiet confidence, adding a splash of dark, spiced rum, a dash of aromatic bitters, and a squeeze of fresh lime.

Every movement was deliberate, his veiny forearms flexing under the dim light as he stirred the liquid over large, clear ice cubes. When he finally strained the amber liquid into a chilled glass, he expressed a curl of orange peel over the rim, the tiny mist of citrus oil catching the light before he slid the drink over to you.

​His fingers deliberately brushed against yours as you took the glass, the brief, warm contact sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to your core. You lifted the glass to your lips and took a slow sip. The flavor was complex—warm, sweet, with a sharp, spicy kick that immediately coated the back of your throat. It was perfect.

​"Well?" Jongseob asked, his dark eyes locked on your face, tracking the way your eyes fluttered shut in appreciation. "I guess I'm staying until closing," you murmured, setting the glass down. A satisfied, primal look flashed in his eyes, and he nodded slowly. "Good. Because I've been waiting all night to get you alone."

​The next hour passed in a dizzying, slow-motion blur. You slowly sipped on your drink, your eyes tracking Jongseob as he served the remaining customers, his movements efficient but his focus clearly divided. Every few minutes, his gaze snapped back to you, holding your eyes with an intensity that made your skin flush warm beneath your clothes. Your mind was already racing, imagining what would happen once the doors were locked and the lights were turned off.

​Finally, the clock struck two. The last of the patrons exited into the cool night air, their voices fading into the distance, and the jazz trio packed up their instruments, bidding Jongseob a quiet goodnight before leaving the bar.

The heavy doors thudded shut, and the lock slid into place with a definitive, heavy click. Jongseob walked over to the main light switch and flipped it, plunging the spacious room into near-total darkness, save for the soft, purple LED strips running along the bar shelves. The dim, colorful glow cast long, deep shadows across the room, making the empty bar feel incredibly intimate, almost suffocatingly small.

​He turned around and walked back towards the bar, but instead of going behind it, he stepped out into your space.

​Your breath hitched in your throat as he approached. The polite, attentive bartender persona was completely gone, replaced by a predatory confidence that made your chest heave in anticipation. He stopped right between your thighs as you sat on the high barstool, his body towering yours, blocking out the rest of the empty room. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his frame hovering over you in the dim light.

​"Now," Jongseob murmured, his voice incredibly raspy as he looked down at you, his chest rising and falling slowly. "Where were we?"

He did not wait for an answer. His hands, cool from handling ice, slid flat against your bare thighs beneath your dress. You let out a sharp, trembling gasp at the sudden, freezing contrast against your overheated skin, your body twitching at the touch. Jongseob's eyes darkened at your reaction, his thumbs smoothing over the soft skin of your inner thighs, slowly gathering the fabric of your dress and bunching it upward, exposing you to his intense gaze.

​"Jongseob—" the rest of the sentence was completely stolen from your lips as he leaned down and crashed his mouth against yours. The sudden, bruising warmth of his lips contrasted the chilly air of the bar, sending a violent wave of heat straight to your tummy.

He didn't hold back, his tongue immediately nudging past your teeth to claim your mouth with a frantic, heavy slide. He sucked and nipped aggressively at your bottom lip, his hand flying up to cup the back of your neck, his long fingers tangling firmly into your hair to lock you in place.

​Your mind spun, all thoughts of rules, boundaries, and the six months of pining completely shattering all at once in your head. With a sudden, desperate surge of confidence, you fisted your hands into the collar of his black button-up shirt and pulled him closer, smashing your lips back against his and asserting your own hunger.

You felt him smile into the kiss, a low, vibrating growl rumbling against your chest as he relished your sudden dominance. He shifted his weight, his hands sliding up to your hips, his grip bruising as he lifted your entire body off the stool and placed you directly on the cold, polished mahogany bar top.

​A loud, messy gasp escaped you as the cold wood made contact with your bare skin, your thighs spreading instinctively to accommodate his body as he stepped deeper between your legs. The contrast of the cold bar beneath you and the burning heat from him pressing against yours was a complete sensory overload, making you feel entirely helpless beneath him.

​Jongseob pulled his mouth away just a fraction to breathe, his hot, ragged pants fanning across your flushed cheeks. His dark eyes were completely blown out, looking wild and primal in the purple neon lights.

​"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he rasped, his fingers reaching for the buttons of his shirt. He quickly undid three more, exposing his solid, pale chest, before grabbing your hands and placing them on his warm, wide shoulders. "Touch me, please."

​You did not need to be told twice. Your fingers slid over his smooth skin, gripping his shoulders as his mouth dropped to your neck. He bit and sucked aggressively at the sensitive skin right beneath your jaw, making you let out a high, needy whine that echoed loudly in the empty room.

He left a trail of wet, open-lipped kisses down to your collarbone, his breath tickling your reddened skin, making your body grow taut with desperation.

​"You're so sensitive, baby," he murmured against your skin, his hands sliding down to the hem of your dress, pulling it up and leaving you completely exposed. You immediately got to work, taking off your bra and kicking your panties off, throwing the to the side.

​His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of your bare body, his mouth immediately finding one of your soft nipples. He started sucking aggressively, his tongue teasing the peak until you let out a loud moan, grabbing a fistful of his soft blonde hair and tugging it. The gesture eliciting a deep growl that vibrated right against your chest.

​He detached his mouth from your breasts and replaced his lips with his hands, roughly squeezing your soft flesh and pinching your hard nipples between his fingers, your body twitching at the sudden change of sensation.

​"F-fuck," you panted, your fingers clamping down and tugging his hair again. Jongseob stared at your face, observing your completely ruined and desperate state.

​He reached down, his long, pretty fingers gently parting your slick folds. The second his cool thumb made contact with your swollen clit, a loud, shattered moan broke from your throat, your head tossing back against the dark wood of the bar.

"F-fuck, Jongseob," you cried out, your knees shaking as he began to slide two fingers deep inside your pussy. The tight, wet stretch made your mind go completely blank. He pumped his fingers inside your wet pussy with a fast, ruthless rhythm, the squelching sounds of your arousal mixing with the sound of his heavy breathing.

Your pussy was dripping, soaking his fingers as he curled them to hit the perfect, sensitive spot inside you, making you see stars. Your hips involuntarily bucked and rolled against his hand, chasing the source of pleasure, desperate to reach the edge.

​But just as you felt your orgasm building, ready to pull you under, Jongseob suddenly halted all movement. He kept his fingers buried deep inside your pussy, completely still, his thumb resting heavily against your swollen clit.

"Jongseob...please," you sobbed, tears of frustration finally welling up in your eyes and spilling over your cheeks, ruining your makeup. You tried to rock your hips against his hand for more stimulation, but his grip on your waist was ironclad, keeping you completely pinned. "Don't stop, please let me cum."

A slow, devastating smirk pulled at his lips as he looked at your disheveled, desperate state. "You want to cum so badly, pretty? But we haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

He slowly pulled his slick fingers out of your pussy, making you let out a pathetically needy whine. You looked at him in dazed, horny silence as he lifted his wet fingers to his mouth—eyes locking onto yours as he slowly sucked them clean. The sheer dirtiness of the gesture made a fresh wave of wetness gush out of your hole, your mind reeling at how hot the entire situation was.

​"You look so beautiful completely undone," Jongseob whispered, his voice dropping to a low, commanding growl as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting his thick, fully erect cock spring free. "But I want to see just how much you want this first."

Before you could process his words, his hands gripped your thighs and spread them wide, pinning you to the edge of the cold mahogany bar. He didn't pull you down to the floor. Instead, he leaned in close—crowding your space until his chest was flush against yours.

He paused, his heavy gaze searching yours, his chest rising and falling heavily. The playful smirk faded, replaced by something deeply intense and grounded.

"I want to watch you make yourself cum for me," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, quiet rumble. He tilted your face up gently, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "I want to watch you touch your pussy while you look at me. Is that okay, pretty? Can I watch you do that?"

You swallowed hard, your body shivering in anticipation, and nodded quickly. "Yes... please."

"Tell me, say my name," he whispered, wanting to hear it.

"Yes, Jongseob," you breathed out. "Watch me."

A soft, satisfied hum vibrated in his chest. "Good. You're going to make yourself cum, and you are not going to look away from me for even a second while you do it."

Trembling under the sheer intensity of his gaze, you slowly reached down between your legs. Your fingers were already soaked in your own hot, dripping slick. You found your swollen clit and began to rub it, the wet, messy friction sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

"Yes, just like that," Jongseob rasped, his eyes widening slightly as he stared dead into your eyes, refusing to look down at your hand. He wanted to watch every emotion cross your face. "Look at me. Keep your eyes right on me."

Your face flushed a deep crimson, your chest heaving against his as your fingers moved faster over your clit. You tried to cast your gaze downward, overwhelmed by the raw, exposing heat of the moment, but his grip on your chin tightened just enough to keep you locked in place.

"Ah, ah. Keep your eyes on me," he commanded, his voice dropping an octave. "Let me see how needy you get when you touch yourself. Let me see how much you want my cock."

You let out a broken whine, your hips involuntarily rolling against your own fingers as the tension in your lower stomach wound tighter and tighter. To add more sensation, Jongseob wrapped his large, veiny hand around his own hard dick—slowly stroking the length of his shaft right against your thigh, never once breaking eye contact. The sight of his scrunched face and the rhythm of his hand on his cock made your pussy gush with fresh wetness.

"Jongseob...please, I'm so close," you sobbed, your eyes watering, your vision blurring as you stared into his deep, dark eyes.

"Then cum for me, pretty," he growled, leaning down to press his lips against yours in a bruising, open-mouthed kiss, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes again. "Cum right now. Keep looking at me."

With a desperate, frantic rub of your fingers against your clit, you pushed yourself over the edge. A shattered scream tore from your throat as a massive, pulsing orgasm washed over you, your pussy walls contracting violently around empty air. You shook uncontrollably, your hand dropping away as your eyes dilated, locked onto his in raw vulnerability.

Jongseob let out a deep, guttural groan at the sight of your ruined face, his own breath ragged and desperate. But as you slowly came down from your high, a sudden spark of boldness flared up inside you.

Instead of letting him take over, you reached up and fisted your hands in his collar, hauling him down. "My turn," you breathed against his lips, your voice carrying a sudden, quiet authority. "Sit."

Jongseob’s eyes widened, a sudden, dark shiver running visibly through his body. The commanding, dominant persona instantly melted away, replaced by a breathless, incredibly eager submission. A needy, raspy gasp escaped his throat as he nodded, entirely compliant with his pupils completely blown out.

Jongseob immediately stepped back and sat down on the high barstool right in front of you. He rested his hands flat on the cold mahogany of the bar beside your hips, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wood for support. He looked up at you with completely dilated, desperate eyes, his chest heaving as he waited for your next move.

You slid forward, straddling his lap and aligning his hard, leaking cock with your wet pussy. Holding his intense gaze, you slowly, deliberately lowered your weight, swallowing his entire length in one tight, agonizingly slow stretch.

Jongseob let out a loud, shuddering cry, his hips stuttering upward instinctively to meet you, but he forced himself to stay still under your control.

"Don't move," you commanded softly, leaning down to press a teasing, open-mouthed bite to his collarbone.

"Fuck, baby... please," he groaned, his voice completely wrecked and helpless as you began to slowly roll your hips against his. He squeezed his eyes shut, his head tossing back as you set a brutal, agonizingly slow pace. He was entirely at your mercy, whimpering beneath you as you rode him—his hands twitching against the bar as if desperately wanting to grab you, yet completely bound by your rule.

"Do you like this, Jongseob?" you murmured, tracing his jawline with your fingers.

"God, yes...you're so warm, fuck," he gasped out, his chest rising and falling frantically. "Please, baby, faster. I want to feel you deeper."

You picked up the pace, sliding up and down his thick cock, sending wet, squelching sounds echoing through the quiet bar. Jongseob let out weak, needy groans with every downward stroke, completely unraveled by your dominance.

But as the pleasure coiled tighter in both of your bodies, the switch in him flipped once more. His dark eyes snapped open, blazing with a sudden, returning heat that made your breath catch.

"I can't—I can't take this anymore, pretty," he growled, his voice thick and commanding again. His large hands flew to your waist in a bruising grip, completely halting your movements. "Let me take over, please. I need you."

"Yes, okay," you gasped, completely overwhelmed by the sudden shift. With a low groan, Jongseob lifted your body, placing you flat on your back on the bar top. He spread your legs wide over his shoulders, leaning over your pliant body.

Without waiting, he drove his entire cock back inside you with a fast, ruthless rhythm. His hips slammed hard against your ass, the loud, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy echoing off the empty walls. Every thrust was deep—driving his length into your sensitive spot over and over again.

You clung to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin as he fucked you mercilessly. A shiver went down your body as you felt the coil in your tummy come undone. Your body went taut as you reach your second orgasm, legs shaking violently as your mind became a complete, chaotic blur of pleasure. For a moment, you felt his hot and ragged breath against your neck before he pulled back to gaze down at you again.

"Look at me," he panted, his pace turning frantic, his muscles bulging under the purple neon light as he reached his limit. "I'm going to fill you up, pretty. Look at me."

You forced your heavy eyelids open, meeting his gaze just as he let out a loud moan. Jongseob drove his cock as deep as it could go, his hips locking against yours as he released his cum deep inside your pussy. His body shuddered violently, his head burying in the crook of your neck as he rode out the wave of his release, painting your inner walls warm.

The quiet, steady sound finally registered in your ears as the heavy haze of pleasure slowly cleared.

Jongseob slowly pulled his dick out of you with a soft, wet slip, making you hiss at the sudden overstimulation. You weakly collapsed against the bar top, your cheek resting against the cool wood as your heart rate gradually slowed down.

He didn't let you stay there for long. Smiling softly, he slipped his hands under your arms and carefully lifted you down from the bar, carrying you over to the plush velvet booth in the VIP section. He set you down gently, taking a pack of wet tissues from behind the bar to clean your sticky thighs, his touch incredibly gentle as he tended to your sensitive skin.

He picked up your dress and made you wear it again, making sure it covered you properly before dressing himself up too. Jongseob then slid onto the velvet seat right next to you, pulling you directly into his chest. His shoulders felt warm and solid as you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady, comforting beat of his heart.

"I think we should definitely add that custom drink to the permanent menu," Jongseob murmured, his deep voice vibrating against your ear. He wrapped his strong arms securely around your waist, pulling you closer as a lazy, satisfied smirk played on his lips.

You let out a soft laugh, resting your hand over his chest as you looked up at his relaxed face. "Only if I'm the only one allowed to order it."

"Deal," he whispered, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your swollen lips, his thumb gently caressing your hip as the quiet hum of the empty bar wrapped around you both.

©everjiung

author's note: got resurrected from the dead because of bartender jongseob 😵‍💫 the moment i saw the video of him singing amnesia in the fanmeeting, my mind immediately thought of something to write about lmao. as always, i hope you enjoyed reading this! don't forget to press "♡" and reblog, i really appreciate it! thank you for your ever-growing support for my works!

you look around the club lit with neon lights, it was dark but not dark enough for you not to catch the guy wearing an all black outfit. he looks so much like your type that you almost couldn't believe your eyes when he caught you staring at him. the man had pretty eyes, a prominent nose, plump lips and his shoulders are unexpectedly wide for someone with a lean body frame. you catch him staring back at you and notice that he whispered something to the man next to him, which you assume is his friend.

your mind started to race and your heartbeat quickened as the man starts to walk to your direction, and that's when you realize that you've seen him somewhere in your campus. you try to remember when and where you saw him before he grabs your attention when he stops right at your table.

"hey, do you mind dancing with me?" he says with a nice smile, one that is very much fitting to his face, making you think he's a gentleman from the way he looks and approaches you. so you really couldn't remember how and when lust started taking over the both of you and how you ended up in your current situation.

bodies pressing against each other, lips gasping for air as you relish the way he sucks and nips at the sensitive skin on your neck. you really didn't expect that you would be in such a scenario after dreading the fact that you were about to go to a club earlier tonight, but you thank you friends silently for forcing you to be here, even if they had to basically drag you out of your shared apartment.

all thoughts blur away as your mind becomes clouded with pleasure the moment you feel his teeth biting the flesh behind your ear lightly.

jiung, his name you learned just after locking the door to the bathroom, was a man that you wouldn't expect to be all tatted up, especially when he seemed like the type to be prim and neat when you met him minutes ago. yet here he is, all bare in front of you to behold and ogle at.

intricate designs adorned his smooth skin and it awakened something inside you, heat gathering between your legs and you can practically feel yourself drip from wetness. jiung hurriedly pulls down the zipper of your dress and grumbles out a low groan when he sees that you're not wearing any undergarments—no panties, no bra, completely bare open and ready for him.

"shit, pretty, you really wanted for this to happen, hm?" jiung takes one of your soft breasts to his mouth and starts sucking agressively. you moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair before tugging it, which elicited a groan that vibrated against your chest.

"no...didnt think that i'd actually get laid tonight- fuck, friends even had to drag me out." your lips part open, letting out a soft gasp when he detaches his mouth from your chest and replaces it with his hands—rubbing one of your nipples with his thumb and pinching it, your body twitching at the change of sensation.

not knowing what to do with your hands, sliding your fingers through his soft, dark locks before clamping down and tugging it. he stares at your face, observing your fucked up state just from merely a bit of making out and boob sucking. that's when the man knew, this night would be a fun and long one.

jiung goes back to sucking on your neck, seemingly making sure to leave marks all over before pausing, his breath tickling the reddened skin there.

"just couldnt help it, you know. not when you sat there looking all pretty, ready for anyone to take," he breathes out on your neck which you reply with a soft whine, his words getting into your head as your body grows taut, chest gravitating to him, hoping, wanting to feel more of his touches.

he pushes you to the back of the bathroom door before turning you around to face it, tugging your hair to make your back arch beautifully for him. he can tell how needy you are based on your movements—with skin flushed, chest heaving up faster than before, and eyes closed in bliss. the man behind you pulls down the pretty dress completely off of you and leaves it pooling around your feet.

with your patience wearing out, you pathetically let out a needy whine when you feel his hands pull off you, veins immediately rushing with excitement the moment you hear his belt clink.

unfortunately for you, all giddiness went down the drain as soon as you feel him tangle his belt around your wrists, securing it with ease before pulling and making sure you can't move them at all.

jiung slides down rough hands all over your body, feeling pride in seeing you all at his mercy and ready to just take everything he'll give you. large hands slowly roam on your hips, giving a slight squeeze before halting near where you need him most. you feel your hips buckle involuntarily as he carefully touches your clit, circling it gently and temporarily easing the ache.

he bends his body over yours to pepper hot kisses on your neck, sighing as he breathes in your sweet scent, skin glowing from the sheen layer of sweat. jiung doesn't waste any time when he feels you rock against his hand again, immediately going into action.

you gasp as he dips one finger in your dripping cunt and slides it in and out immediately, not even giving you time to get used to the feeling. you moan loudly at the sudden penetration, back arching more as you feel his long, thick fingers move inside you. your mind was reeling at how good it feels even when he's barely touching you.

blissful mewls come out of your mouth as jiung continues his ministrations on your wet pussy. squelching sounds and heavy breathing echo in the bathroom, reminding you once again that you're in a public place and could be heard by anyone passing through. and somehow, that turned you on even more.

jiung uses his other hand to draw circles on your swollen clit again, forcing a moan of his name out of you. he pumps his finger faster and curls them on the perfect spot that no one has ever reached before, not even you. it had your mind spinning as a new wave of pleasure washes all over your body.

"yes, please...just like that." you breathlessly said, turning your face from the door to look at the bathroom mirror across you. you bit your lip as you get a view of everything—jiung has his eyebrows furrowed, a smirk plastered on his lips and muscles were very much bulging from the effort. his gaze is dark and somehow looks primal as he focuses on his ministrations to your body.

you sigh when he adds a second finger inside you, immediately finding that one spot thay makes you see stars. you helplessly drop your head against the door and groans when he pumps his fingers faster, making your knees shake and grow weaker.

the man behind you seems to notice it and slows down his pace, you groan and try to rock you hips back at his fingers for more stimulation, chasing the source of pleasure. but all you could do was let out a whine when you feel him pull his fingers out completely, looking back at him with a face he can only comprehend as frustrated.

jiung chuckles upon seeing your expression, enjoying the way tears were forming around your eyes for being denied of your release.

"you close already, pretty? i just used my fingers and you look like you're already close to losing your mind." he turns you around to face him, making you look when he puts his slicked up fingers into his mouth and sucks it clean, the gesture making you realize how dirty the whole situation was.

you, naked in a club bathroom with a stranger who's about to fuck you. you were never really into having sex in public places but now that you're experiencing it, you get why many people find this hot.

your eyes once again landed on his beautiful pale skin tinted with black ink, you want to glide your hands through the expanse of his wide shoulders, his chest, and his clothed cock bulging inside his pants, but then you remember that you're tied up with his belt. you arch your back for him again, quietly letting him know what's on your mind—hands wriggling against the restraint of the black leather.

the man seems to read your actions and says, "you can't touch me yet, pretty. you have to earn it first," and before you know it, you are forced to your knees on the cold, dirty bathroom floor, face to face with his crotch. jiung reels in the fact that he could get you so obedient for him, that he can make you desperate to be fucked. your eyes were glistening and hazy—looking so, so close to being fucked out.

he hurriedly unzips his pants and lowers down his boxers, his big hard cock springing out and stopping just right under his belly button. it was long and thick, a bit red at the tip, with veins all around it. you look up at him and try your best to look convincing as you silently ask for his permission.

he looks down at you and swears quietly. he had never seen someone so pretty on their knees and their hands tied behind, taking time to memorize the visual before taking his cock in one hand and slapping it against your lips, urging you to open it.

wanting to be good for him, you immediately drop your jaw open and slowly blink up at him, fluttering your lashes as you do so. with a low swear, he puts his hot cock in, both of you sighing in content when it enters your warm, awaiting mouth. you let his cock sit heavy on your flattened tongue allowing you to taste his precum. a muffled moan comes out of you, the vibration making jiung curse again and breathe out a deep groan.

"fuck, baby. you take me so well, no? it's like your mouth was made for me," he says as he slowly pulls out his cock and start rocking his hips into your mouth. his hand gathers your hair up and uses it as leverage to pound his cock more forcefully into your pliant mouth. you try your best to keep breathing through your nose, already feeling lightheaded from the lack of air flowing through your lungs.

jiung doesn't seem to care as he simply thrusts his cock lower and deeper down your throat, making you instinctively swallow around him. he lets out the loudest moan you've ever heard from him, the sound alone driving you to do your best and just take all of him in despite the burning in your throat. you look up at him and see his face scrunching in pleasure. mouth agape and gasping for air, your chest swells at the sight.

"feels good baby, you feel so good around me." jiung mumbles with his raspy voice, making you feel hum in appreciateion around his cock, unknowingly rubbing your legs together to create some kind of friction as you once again notice the wetness between your thighs.

the man above you was quick to notice. he completely halts your movement and pulls your head away from him, making you release his cock. you open your eyes and look up at him, confused as to what made him stop you when he was clearly enjoying every bit of it.

"you're a really needy thing, aren't you? rubbing your thighs together when you're supposed to be focused on sucking my dick," jiung raises one of his eyebrow when he sees you tearing up from his words. your heart was thumping loudly in your chest, suddenly nervous from his vocal tone, tears welling up once again.

you try to open your mouth and explain yourself but all he did was cut you off with a laugh that makes you feel even more humiliated at your state—messy hair, smudged makeup and tears ready to fall, and he almost felt sorry for you, almost.

"since you're already so eager to be fucked, why don't we do just that, hm?" his sharp voice cuts through the heavy air and you didn't have any time to process anything before you suddenly found yourself bent over the bathroom sink, facing the mirror and feeling the cold sink against your heated skin.

jiung tugs your hair back harshly and forces you to look at your reflection. he puts on an expression that you could only register as teasing as he makes eye contact with you on the mirror.

"look at you, pretty. all sad and desperate for some cock. isn't that pathetic?" he asks you with a mocking pout displayed on his lips. barely understanding what he said, you nod at his words despite your mind really focusing on the fact that his fat tip is pressing on your entrance—ready to go inside anytime. heat spreads in your tummy and you feel more wetness gush out of your hole at his words.

"please let me cum, jiung. fuck me already, please. i wanna feel you...please-" you mumble out pleas and begs while subtly rutting your hips against his. and you hope that he feels pity and finally put his hard cock inside you and fuck you until you cum. your mind cloudy—full of lust and desperation after being denied and humiliated.

sadly for you, the man in question decides to just tease you a bit more. "oh? pretty girl is begging for my cock? you already had it earlier but then you decided to be a brat and be impatient. do you think you still deserve it after that?" jiung says as he rubs his cock up and down to edge you even more, making your knees buckle from the pent up pressure between them.

you moan loudly when you feel him circle your clit with his tip and at this point, you completely lost all feeling on your legs, it was almost as if they were numb and the only sensation you can feel right now is the heat between your thighs.

you look up at him through the mirror. feeling defeated, glassy tears finally falling from your eyes—running down your cheeks and ruining your makeup even more. you kept on whining and pleading until you suddenly feel jiung push his cock inside in one go. you let out a loud curse before eventually splurting out moans and mumbles of his name.

without even giving you time to adjust to his length and thickness, he speeds up and pounds his cock in and out of you powerfully—making you dig your fingers in your palms behind your back, still restrained from his belt. his large hands grab your hips and pull you back to him. jiung then puts a hand on your lower back, pushing you down to arch your back even more, making his cock hit the perfect spot inside you.

your mind was all over the place. the sound of skin slapping, heavy breathing, and low groans from jiung occupying your head. your moans and whines were getting louder as he continues to abuse your cunt, a white ring forming around his cock—a mixture of both your arousals. feeling sensitive to every touch, your body flinches and squirm beneath him, once again feeling your orgasm coming. the man pounding into you notices and drives his hips even harder and faster, also desperate for release.

"jiung, please let me cum. i can't hold it in anymore. please—" you beg once again as new tears find their way down your face. incoherent words spewed from your lips, feeling overwhelmed with all the pleasure and stimulation going on.

jiung reaches one of his hands to your neck and squeeze, successfully cutting your oxygen supply low. he comes down next your face and says "look at you pretty, waited all this time just to cum. think you finally deserve it?" his raspy voice cuts through the echoes of vulgar sounds in the bathroom, making you open your eyes to meet his. you nodded frantically, wanting to cum.

"yes, please. i deserve it, waited for so long..." you said breathlessly, doing your best to appeal with tear streaks on your face and more whines coming out of your mouth. jiung takes one final look at you, eyes greedily taking in your reflection—arched back, pretty face all messed up and twisiting in bliss, before finally giving in. you feel your high build up even faster as his hand releases your neck only to go down to your clit and rub it harshly.

"cum," was all jiung said before you finally let go—moaning so loudly, blurting out mumbles of "thank you" as you see flashes of white behind your eyes at the intensity of the pleasure.

deep gutteral groans and curses fall out of jiung's lips as he also releases inside of you, hips stilling and pushing even deeper into your pussy, painting your walls with his warm cum. he thrusts shallowly to prolong the stimulation and to slowly ride both of your highs a bit longer. head still spinning, your body jerks away from his touch and you hiss at the overstimulation, but you were to fucked out to even complain.

jiung gently pulls out after a few seconds and carefully untie your wrists. softly rubbing the sore skin. he slowly helps you up, taking into consideration that you're still sensitive. he places you on the sink properly, brushing strands of your hair away from your face to meet your glazed eyes. he smiles softly at your disheveled appearance.

"hey, are you okay?" rubbing your hands with his thumb, he asks. his pretty eyes scan your face for any discomfort, a bit worried at your lack of response. one of his hand come up to your cheek, gently wiping away the tears. that seemed to be your queue to snap back to reality, glassy eyes slowly regaining focus as you get back your consciousness.

"hi. yeah, i'm good. actually that was amazing. " your said, voice still raspy and body still feeling the aftersex sensitivity hit you. jiung relaxed at your words, shoulders visibly releasing tension. he nods at you and turns around to gather both of your clothes before helping you wear your dress and putting on his clothes himself. making you think how much of a gentleman he actually is, a huge contrast from the man who fucked you rentlessly earlier.

"so—uhm, do you mind doing this again?" jiung hesitantly asks, like he's scared he'd get rejected, which made you chuckle because in what world would you not do this again? when he's given you the best orgasm you've ever had for so long and even took care of you after it. the man you're talking to widens his eyes when he hears you chuckle, already saying reassuring things—that "it's okay if you don't want to" and that he's "not forcing you at all."

you cut him off as you pull his face close to you and locks your lips in a kiss. you feel him smile and sigh into the kiss, all of his worries goging away as he melts into you. your hand comes up to his hair and tugs, jiung grunting in response. you pull back to breathe and look at him. his eyes were glinting with glee and he was beaming at you, making you smile at him too, clearly feeling giddy at the whole situation.

both you chat for a little while in that small bathroom before deciding to walk out of the place with jiung's hand clasped in yours and his cum still inside you.

©everjiung

the bells hanged above the door jingles as you make your way in. you look around the small space and see a group of students frowning at something on their laptops, a couple who were taking turns in sipping a drink seemingly new to their taste, and a man who sat on the empty side of the room, in a corner.

taking a few more steps in, your eyes land on the menu, brows furrowing when you read such peculiar names used for drinks. bassline brew, velvet vibrato, and other musical terms you're not familiar with. well, so much for the cafe living up to its name.

your eyes wander around the space once again, trying to find someone who ordered something that looks good. your eyes stopped scanning and settled on what the man on the corner was holding. perfect, a simple iced coffee, exactly what you need on a warm day. you're not sure what takes over you but before you knew, you were walking over to the man and asking what he was drinking.

the man looks up from his phone and beams brightly. you were both relieved and confused. relieved because he obviously doesn't look annoyed and confused as to why he was smiling so hard at your face when you just asked him a question. you guess it's something about koreans' hospitality that was peeking through.

"hey, sorry to bother you but your coffee looks perfect. do you mind telling me what your order is?" the tone of your voice was soft, scared to bother the man in front of you but still desperate to know the name of his coffee despite it probably being strange.

"uh...is that really the name?" you hesitantly asked. you knew the drinks had weird names and you already expected it to be extraordinary just from the brief scan from the menu earlier. but you've never thought it'd be as ridiculous as beat drop.

"hi, i think its called beat drop or something. it's really good," he said, looking at you and nodding his head like he's proving a point.

you blink. beat drop? is he for real? wouldn't that be awkward to say when you make your order?

the man chuckles at your expression, finding your confusion amusing. "yeah, strange name right? it's just how they name their drinks. and trust me, it's the best seller here, you should give it a try." he encourages you and suddenly you notice how attractive this man is.

his eyes were slightly upward, his cheekbones were prominent, and his lips had a defined cupid's bow. you unconsciously stared at him and immediately snapped out of it when you notice, pretending to think and contemplate about buying the drink or not.

"you can seat here if you want to. my name's intak." he offers, giving you another smile that made your heart stop for a split second. without a second thought, you nod, showing him your own smile before turning around and walking over to the counter.

he cocks his head to the side, oddly reminding you of a puppy. and you think, yeah i should give it a try.

your head is already nodding before a word comes out of your mouth. you say a quick "thank you" to him and start walking, but then you feel a hand grab your wrist.

last week's you would've given today's you two solid pats on the back for travelling to korea at this time of the year and meeting a cute boy to drink your strangely named coffee with.

©everjiung