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"Tell me what you want," You stare down at your lover as you sit on the vanity in Jimin's green room.

"I want you.." Jimin whispers from over on the couch. He avoids eye contact and stares at his hands as he plays with them.

How can someone so beautiful be this shy about what they want?

You heard him, but you both know you don't like when he's being shy about what he wants.

"I'm sorry, baby I didn't hear you. Come here." You motion for your love to come closer to you.

"Yes, mistress."

Jimin waltz over to you and stand between your legs. He's still looking down chewing at you.

You lift his chin so that his focus on you. You gently kiss his lips, and he deepens the kiss. You grip his ass in those leather pants while you two get lost in each other.

Truth be told you've missed him. Dating someone this busy isn't easy, and his solo career is taking off. You've been there every step of the way. Supporting him and cheering him on because that's what partners do for each other.

"Tell me what you want, Bunny."

Jimin wraps his hands around your waist and holds you close to him. He leans closer to your ear. "I want you..to fuck me, Mistress."

A swirl of desires swims through your body when he tells you exactly what he wants. You have no problem giving into his needs especially after his flawless performance. He deserves to be taking care of and appreciated.

"Here?"

"Yes." Jimin nods, wide eye anticipating your next direction.

"It would be a first for us," You say, jumping off the vanity to walk over to your Birkin sitting on the table. You open the bag. "But, I'm always prepared." You pull out your strap on and hold it in the air.

"This is why I love you, Y/n."

You lift your skirt, flashing him your harness, and get ready for what's about to come.

Things have been hectic with his schedule and he's currently on tour in your home country, so you didn't think you would get to see him.

"I know you do, and I love you, too."

After you're ready to take on your lover, you push him against the couch. You sit on his lap, and you kiss him. His lips are so soft against yours and you love how he feels against you.

"You did so good tonight," you compliment him.

"Really.. I was really nervous because I knew you would be here tonight."

"Yes, baby. You were amazing out there. I'm really proud of you."

"Thank you, Y/n. It means a lot coming from you."

You move to kissing him on his neck. "Are you ready to ride me?" You ask him.

"Yes, mistress. I am." Jimin smiles and you swear it's the cutest thing to see.

You get off his lap and sit next to him on the couch.  "Take off your clothes and lube me up, bunny." Jimin stands up and quickly gets out of his clothes giving you a show in the process.

He's missed you terribly and when he found out you were coming tonight he knew that he would be able to have a private moment with you.

He wanted everything to be perfect for you. The show, the experience of picking you up in a nice car, and getting you the best hotel in your city.

All of these things matter to him and he wants to please you. Your approval means so much to him.

He retrieves the lube from your birkin bag that he bought you just because he wanted to. He rushes over to you and gets on his knees.

"Keep your eyes open for me baby. You can do that for me, can't you?” You cooed sweetly at your boyfriend, Chanhee, as your hand moved along the length of his dick. He sat between your legs on the edge of your shared bed, back pressed against your chest. You were making him face the mirror, focusing on you.

“Look at yourself baby. Aren't you just the prettiest boy in the world? My pretty boy.” Chanhee gripped your thighs, squeezing them hard enough to leave a bruise as he tried to obey your commands. “Yes mistress, I'm y-your pretty boy.” He forced himself to look at your face in the mirror, feeling dangerously close to giving in to the pleasure and throwing his head back. 

But he knew if he did, you wouldn't hesitate to stop, and start the process all over again. You'd already denied his orgasm twice, and he was desperate for you to keep going. “You should really see what you look like when you cum. It's such a shame you haven't been able to. You do wanna cum, don't you baby?” 

You gripped him harder, suddenly speeding up the motion of your hand. You smirked as his hold on your thighs got tighter, as he fought to keep his view on the mirror. “Fuck, yes mistress, wanna cum so bad. Please let me cum. F-feels so good, please.” He whined, thrusting his hips forward, his hips matching your movements the best they could.

“Does it feel good? Then be good for me, pretty boy. Look at yourself while I make you feel good. Look while I make you cum.” Your words send him over the edge, and his orgasm hits him in waves. His cum spills over your fingers, and you slowly work your hand over him to help him ride it out. You take a moment to admire his expression: jaw slack, and eyes blown wide as he watches himself release. 

When he comes down, you kiss his cheek. His head rests on your shoulder, and he watches as you raise your hand to your lips, licking the cum off your fingers. “Always so sweet baby. Like honey.” Chanhee blushed, murmuring into your neck. “Speak up baby. Don't be shy now.”

“I said you were right.” You raised an eyebrow. “About what?” Raising his head to look you in the eye, Chanhee smiled. “I do look pretty when I cum.” 

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"Are you ready baby?" There's a few beats of silence before the timid creak of the bathroom door sounds. A genuine gasp escapes you as Zhang Hao walks out with a slight skip in his step. "Oh, you look so pretty- come here honey." Your arm is outstretched to him, beaconing him closer.

You gently pull him to stand in front of you, "What took so long baby?" He remains quiet, but you notice right arm tucked behind his back and narrow your eyes at him. "What are you hiding from me.." But he opts for wordlessly revealing his phone to you; showing the pictures he'd taken in the restroom.

Taking the device, you study the photos- zooming in on a few points that catch your eye. "So this is what you were doing.." You look up at him as he begins fidgeting, though from anticipation rather than anxiety. "How do you feel wearing this?"

He adorably grins at you as he picks at the ruffles on his skirt, naturally swaying. "I'm very happy." You can only smile in return as you caress his face, "Well you look very pretty in these thigh highs. Thighs looks so beautiful in this skirt." The two of you share a brief sweet kiss, you soon moving further back onto the bed.

The next cue is a pat on the bed in the space between your legs. Hao sits back to your chest, immediately relishing in your soft touch skating his skin. Lips ghosting his neck. "Such pretty shoulders you have baby."

A shudder can be felt as your breath fans him- skin turning a gorgeous pink shade. "You know, for someone so lacking in experienced, you are doing so well."

You hear him let out soft mewls and sighs, "Well that's because you make it so easy." Your light touches continue to relax him, "Yeah? You want to keep going?" He nods eagerly, his face becoming an expression of shock as he tilts his head back.

"Um, is that.." You, too, look toward the roof of the bed, instantly grinning at the sight of the mirror. Hao's body seems reactive to seeing himself erotically laid between your legs through the mirror. "Can we..can we..use it?"

Pleasantly surprised, you happily oblige, "Of course, my Angel, you've been such a good boy. What is it you'd like to do?" The shakiness in his short breaths is audible, "Can you touch me?" His innocent eyes looking back at you have you folding without a second thought.

You lower yourself a little so that the both of you are the perfect angle to see your reflections. His skirt is now flipped up, giving you a view of the panties he also put on. "Hm.. They're a little big- but you still look very pretty. My pretty little boy."

He squirms in attempt to get you to touch him firmly, your hand only lightly tracing the outline of his growing erection. "Please." His feet begin kicking in a fit, eyes shutting tightly as you fully grip him without warning, "AH, yes!"

You pull him outside of the panties humming at the sight, "Mmm, look at how pretty your cock is." Whether he's flustered or not, you can't tell with his eyes squeezed shut and his breathing shallow. But you were getting tired of repeating yourself "I said look at your pretty cock"

He gasps and his eyes snap open once your hand encircles his throat, forcing his gaze to be on the mirror and he lets out a loud whimper. "M-More, please." You sass him back, but still give him what he asks for.

"You've barely been listening to me, yet you're throwing out commands." He chuckles brattily through deep breaths, "I was a good enough boy for you to let me choose what we do." Your response is to grip him tightly in one hand while circling his tip with the palm of your other.

"N-No! It's too much- 'm gonna cum, please." But you ignore his words, continuing your merciless strokes. The hand on top now moving to massage his balls and the rim of his tight hole. "Be a good boy and hold it."

You already know he won't be able to keep it in, but you provoke him anyway, leaning your lips close to his ear. "Do you hear how wet you got for me?" His whines increase in pitch and volume, while just as he tips over the edge, you switch to slow strokes.

Through the mirror you can see the different emotions flash through his eyes as he cums in your hand. Frustration, confusion, arousal. You were learning so much about your sweet little panda. "F-uck momm- more. Please."

Your heart skips at the title he almost called you. He cries out as you remove your hand, scrambling to keep you touching him. No baby, it's your turn." You snap the garter belt against his skin, "Use this and mirror me."