You sit up in bed, tossing your phone somewhere on your pillow to rid the distraction. “Absolutely boring. My class was canceled so I’ve just been home alone all day.” Your adorable pout practically makes his knees weak.

“Say, what if you join me in my room? I have some homework to get done first, but then I promise I’ll entertain you.” You catch the slight mischievous twinkle in Johnny’s eyes. Nonetheless, Johnny knows how to feed into your love language too well. 

While the boys may be too much at times, you’ve always enjoyed company at your side. You never ask for anything more than their quality time, knowing that you’d have more comfort just sitting in the same room as them in silence. 

Johnny lends out his hand for you to take and you’re hopping off your bed as fast as you can. His hands are large and a bit rough from frequent trips to the gym, but you loved how they engulf your own. He isn’t the biggest guy in the room, but he definitely lets his presence known. 

Big personality, big heart, big smile, and big…. “What homework do you have?” You clear your throat and Johnny opens the door to his clean room. Unlike Jaehyun and Haechan, Johnny can see the floor of his bedroom. His room has a hint of his cologne still lingering and accents of his favorite things. 

“My professor split us into groups for a proposal project. We have to give a 15 minute presentation on a new pitch for this large corporation.” He swivels in his fancy chair, turning on his monitors to hurry on a video call with his groupmates.

You make yourself comfortable in his sheets, mindlessly going on your phone again. “Hm, sounds important.” 

“Never as important as the weird shit Haechan always talks about.” Johnny jokes and enters the video call with three other people on the screen. One of them is a girl you recognize from a party not too long ago, her brown eyes widened as Johnny turns on his camera. 

“Hey Johnny.” Something about her flirty tone causes you to chuckle to yourself, not caring if she heard you in the back. 

“Hey.” Johnny smiles back, but pays her no extra mind, “Shall we continue on the graphs?” 

The disappointment in the girl’s face is notable. Johnny has always had an entourage of girls waiting to be noticed by him. You’ve stopped keeping track of his and Jaehyun’s body count at this point. Despite his popularity among girls, Johnny genuinely loves spending time with you. 

You and Johnny are friends before anything else. He was actually the one that invited you to live with them, knowing you desperately needed a place and had a budget to stick to. He has helped you with many sticky encounters with unwanted male attention at parties.

Johnny makes sure your voice is heard in a large chatty crowd. He is every introvert’s favorite extrovert. That’s just the kind of person he is. Infectious personality, everyone wanted a piece of that.

Johnny is not the type to flirt with everything he sees, he is actually quite selective and intentional. He found you attractive the moment he laid eyes on you, but the flirting didn’t start until much later in your friendship. He wanted to make sure it was mutual, not wanting to ruin a good dynamic due to his desires. 

Your attraction toward Johnny began when you had moved into the house. Living with Johnny showed you a whole new side to him that you don’t see normally on campus. His preferred attire at home is no shirt with his toned stomach on display and sweatpants that hang low on his hips, a rather large print that dangles whenever he walks.

When Johnny walks, he strides. He walks with a sense of purpose, confident and so sure in every step. He is touchy, but not to the point where it was on the level of Jaemin. Johnny is a respectable skinship type – gentle head pats, light cheek pinches, a guiding hand on your lower back, chin lifts so that your gaze never falls. 

Johnny, your friend from class, became incredibly dreamy and irresistible. Then came the usual greetings: hi tiny, welcome home, how was your day? As if you two lived in a sitcom.

All of which piled onto the incredible person he already is. Nonetheless, the real tip of the iceberg was when you observed the mutual attraction on your own. Johnny loves holding eye contact with someone, he told you he likes making them nervous. So when your gaze started to waver at the new found nervousness that settled in your stomach, Johnny only held on longer. 

You also caught onto his stares when you would walk down the stairs, his dark eyes following your every movement. Johnny played it safe though, making his flirting into actions and expressions rather than verbal affirmations.

You’re smart enough to know that his lingering stares, cute pet names, and chivalrous acts meant something intentional. So somewhere down the line, you two start sleeping with each other. You can’t remember how it happened, just that the next day you could barely walk. 

While Johnny is popular among the girls, you are also heavily sought after by many admirers alike. You have your fair share of one night stands and friends with benefits, but none of them compare to the way that Johnny fucks you into oblivion. Johnny isn’t the jealous or possessive type either, knowing your worth should be acknowledged by others. 

With Johnny, you’re safe to be submissive. You can guarantee that he’d be someone to take care of you the entire time. His dominance in bed is extremely fitting to his character, making his sex appeal more attractive.

After a complete 45 minutes of listening to Johnny speak in academic language and talk about things that do not make any sense to you, he finally ends the call with his groupmates. He quickly turns around in his chair and you think he’s going to finally talk to you.

However, he gets up and heads to the bathroom without a word. You sigh at the false hope and bury yourself in his warm blankets. His aroma fills your nose and your heavy eyelids start to fall over your tired eyes. Maybe you should have taken a nap during his long call.

The close of the door and the shift on the bed causes you to face the man of the hour. Johnny appears without his shirt, the pendant of his necklace lands perfect at his collarbones. Without any words, he pulls you onto his naked torso and rests a sneaky hand on your lower back. “Missed me?” 

“All I heard was you.” You groan, “but you did sound sexy using all those business terms.” 

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, his fingertips gliding against your soft skin underneath your shirt. “Got all wet hearing me talk about KPIs and APRs?” 

“So wet. Why don’t you see for yourself?” Your playful smile is more than inviting. Johnny raises a brow at your suggestive tone. While his ears perk up at your suggestion, he teases a bit.

“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into, y/n?” He questions, a bit more serious. “Because I don’t think you remember when’s the last time we’ve slept together.” 

“Of course I do.” You scoff, sitting up on your knees and the blankets falling from your shoulders. “Way too fucking long.” 

Johnny laughs at your answer. “So what I’m hearing is that you want me?”

“I always want you.” 

He’s quick to bite back at your response, “then maybe you should come into my room more often, you know you’re always welcomed here.” 

“See, I would do that but you’re so busy.” This back and forth is a game you two like to play. Johnny wants you to practically beg for his attention, but you like when he makes promises to give you more.

“Oh,” Johnny sits against his headboard and crosses his arms. His pecs squeeze together and his biceps bulge against his chest. You lick your lips, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “Are you saying that I don’t give you enough attention?”

Your innocent eyes drop from his intense stare, but his thumb holds your chin up and you’re met with a softened gaze. “I promise I’ll make more time for you. Just know that I’d open the door for you whenever you come knocking.” 

“Pinky promise?” You hold your pinky out for the broad man to seal the promise. He laughs at the childish act, but god how he’s hard as fuck in his sweats right now.

“Promise, baby.” Johnny wraps his pinky with yours. With one swift movement, he’s pulling you by the pinky on top of his chest again. You fall against him with a small “hmph” and Johnny dives in for a sweet kiss.

His hot lips are greedy for a taste. Johnny deepens the kiss and his big hands hold your cheeks to keep you steady. Your hands wander around for something to hold onto, knowing how you’re in for a wild ride in a few more kisses. 

Johnny moans into your mouth when your fingers graze the waistband of his sweats. When your instinct is to move your hand away, he holds your wrist and grinds his hard dick against your palm. Your gasp is lost in the kiss, swallowed by the one man that consumes you. 

His bulge grows bigger with every thrust and you’re reminded by the massive size of him. Johnny pulls away and he looks at you with small stars in his pupils. “Can’t wait to see how wet that pretty pussy is for me.”

“Why wait? I’ll show you right now.” Your eagerness causes his heart to swell tenfold. He still sees every ounce of cuteness that you exude, even in the middle of taking off your clothes. While his nicknames may be an exaggeration, he really does find you the cutest thing ever.

When you roll your pants off of your hips, Johnny watches the string of wetness stick from the fabric of your panties to your thighs. He has to hold himself back from pouncing on you. “C’mere and sit on my face, darling.” 

You happily oblige and hover over Johnny’s face. Your eyes meet briefly, grabbing the headboard in front of you to keep yourself steady and balanced. Johnny cups both of your cheeks to help hold you up. He takes his first long lick for a taste and a low groan erupts from his throat, “you taste so good, just dripping all over yourself.” 

He can barely control his desires, bringing your hips down more as he quite literally devours your clit. You jolt from the contact and as much as you move your hips, Johnny’s grip on you is tight. You try your hardest to keep your legs from squeezing together, but Johnny eats you out like he’s starving. 

“Oh my-” You grip the headboard until your knuckles turn white. His tongue enters your warm hole and your juices cover his chin, sliding down the corners of his lips. If you’re not mistaken, the muffled sound of a chuckle catches your attention. 

Looking down, you see Johnny completely engulfed in between your legs and hazy eyes peering back up at you. “I’m going to cum.” You coo softly and Johnny fucks you on his tongue faster.

Your legs shake from the pleasurable feeling and everything inside of you erupts like a cannon. You’re uncontrollably cumming on his face, eyes rolled back and hand gripping the headboard like you’re holding on for your life. His room is full of your sweet sounds as he helps ride out your first orgasm of the day.

Johnny lightly lifts you up and places you with ease on the bed. Your back hits his lovely sheets and he hovers over you, arm wiping your juices from his lips and chin. “How can you be so cute riding my face?” He kisses your cheek, his hand lightly wrapping around your neck. “You make me so hard, I want to fuck the cuteness out of you until you’ve lost yourself.”

His deep voice remains sensual and light — not menacing or threatening. Johnny’s actions are always full of adoration for you, nothing of malice. “Then do it. I want you to. I want to take you whole.” 

Your hands run up and down his abs. He can’t resist you anymore. Johnny is quick to discard his pants and his large dick springs up proudly against his stomach. He gives himself a few pumps, watching your expression turn into lust at the sight of it. 

“You like what you see, y/n?” The usage of your name catches your attention, causing your heart to flutter to his call. He rarely uses your name in bed, resulting in mostly pet names or his usual tiny nickname. Nonetheless, on the rarity of your name being used, it excites you even more. He knows every way to make you all his.

“Yes, Johnny. I always love what I see.” You respond, quite seductively. Johnny smirks, running his tip up and down your entrance. Every few swipes has his tip entering your hole just barely, but you’re really a mess to it all. 

Johnny grunts at how your wetness drips onto his sheets, a dark patch forming like a puddle. Your juices stick to the side of your thighs, emphasizing how much chaos he has caused in between your legs. He positions himself and enters slowly, enough for you to adjust to his size. You're squeezing your eyes shut from the pressure and the stretch. 

His thumb leaves a soothing touch between your eyebrows to ease the tension in your face. Each touch has him pushing deeper into you. However, your hand is quick to halt him at his abdomen and he stops all of his movements. “Should I stop?” He asks with concern, not wanting to overdo anything that could result in pain.

“Johnny,” You breathe, “just give it all to me.” You can tell Johnny was holding back, but the slowness only causes more anticipation and agony. You’d rather him singlehandedly thrust into you, all the chaos to hit you like bricks. 

He takes your wrist from his stomach and pulls your body onto his dick in one fluid motion, until your hips hit and he is practically in your guts. You yelp at how he fills you and you’re shy at how well you take all of him in. “Like this, baby? You take me in so well.” He leans down and you’re awarded a kiss on the lips.

Johnny lifts your body onto him as his back hits the mattress. You lay on top of his big stature, your boobs against his chest, dick still in you and legs now on either side of his hips. He bends his knees, feet planted sturdy on his bed, and drives his dick up into you. 

You quickly grip onto his bicep, wailing at how intensely his tip hits your sweet spot every time. Johnny wraps his arms around your body, hugging you close and keeping you steady. The position is cute, quite lovable as it’s like the two of you are in a warm embrace. All until someone sees his vigorous thrusts into your drooling pussy and your body moving up with every hit. 

Your eyes meet his for a moment. He smooths out the hair from your face to see you clearly and smiles at you. Johnny has the biggest heart for you – it’s all obvious in how his pupils dilate ten times in size when he sees you. “All of a sudden, you want to look at me with your gorgeous gaze?” His voice rumbles your chest and despite how raw his dick is stretching you, he is quite a romantic.

“I’m not cute anymore?” You’re barely able to speak, every thrust causes your voice to tremble and your mind to go blank. Johnny holds your hips down onto his shaft and every rush of wetness wraps around him tightly. You’re shaking yet again as his tip rubs against your insides, kissing every part of your cervix. 

“Fucked all the cuteness of you, my sweet girl.” He plants a wet smooch on your temple, grinding his hips into your quivering body until your nails dig into his skin, marking beautiful moon crescents.

Suddenly, you both hear the front door slam close and hurried footsteps running up the stairs. As you’re frozen, Johnny quickly switches positions and covers the blanket over the two of you. Not that anyone would come barging into his room, but it’s good to be safe. He’s always thinking of your comfort and decency.

You’re back on your back and Johnny hovers over you. His weight is slightly heavy over yours, but the pressure on your chest feels warm and enough to feel secure. Your legs are spread wide for him, as he holds up your knee and pushes it at a bend. Johnny handles you so freely, all the work at the gym paying off in these fortunate situations.

“I’m home, losers!” Doyoung yells. “And so is Jaehyun!” Doyoung’s voice follows with another door slamming shut across the hall. Another set of heavy footsteps run up the stairs and without a word, another door closes. 

“I guess Jaehyun finished his classes early.” Johnny’s mind wonders and you cup his cheeks to focus.

“Where is your mind at right now?” Your stern expression has Johnny laughing, completely entertained by how he is balls deep in you right now and his mind was on why your housemates came home early.

“Okay, tiny. You got me.” His smile brightens up his intimidating demeanor, you’ll never get over how handsome this strong man is. “Let me finish what I started.”

His statement sent shivers down your spine, but you already know what’s to come. His hard dick pulls out, almost all the way, the feeling of emptiness occupying your lower half fast. Johnny pushes back in without another word and fucks you into the future. His rhythmic thrusts are fast and hasty, but enough to feel intense and cause your orgasm to build once more.

“Look at me when you cum.” You don’t have to say it because Johnny literally feels your pussy tighten around him, just seconds from coming undone. You aren’t sure if you’re able to hold eye contact in the midst of you losing your wits, but Johnny doesn’t let it slide. 

As you squirm from the pleasure bubbling in your stomach, he leans forward and lifts your head off the pillow. A large hand to support the back of your head and eyes wide open to see how his big cock enters your pussy with so much ease. 

Every part of your muscles break at this point and you’re moaning at the top of your lungs. You do feel a bit apologetic to the other boys in their rooms, but it has to be an afterthought. Your high comes crashing and crumbling as your cannon shoots out everything you’ve held in. You feel so hot and tense, pleasure leaving your body within seconds all because of Johnny. 

Johnny watches your orgasm, feeling his come a close second after. He pulls out and gives himself a few strokes over your naked stomach. His white streams paint your skin and Johnny’s eyes are full of intensity. 

You both release air from your lungs as fatigue takes over both of your bodies. Johnny reaches over for some wet wipes he stores in his nightstand, cleaning you up and leaving a trail of wet kisses behind. Your giggles only cause him to continue, wanting to hear more of them.

“Since when did you get so buff?” You ask, poking at his arms. He flexes for you, showing off his protruding muscles on display.

“Since I found motivation for the gym.” Johnny helps you get clothed, along with putting on some clean pairs of underwear and sweats. 

“Which is?” 

He joins you underneath the sheets. His arm snakes underneath your head, allowing you to turn your body into his. “To be able to toss you around in bed.” He smirks and you’re already rolling your eyes. “Not that I ever had trouble before, but it’s nice for you to have something hard and solid to grip while I’m fucking the life out of you.”

“Okay, Johnny Suh.” You cover his mouth. “We get it, you’re a big buff guy. You can even toss Doyoung if you wanted to.”

His eyes light up and he sits up with an idea, “should I try?” He gleams, his boyish nature captivating his expression. Nonetheless, Johnny is jumping out of bed and out the door before you can even respond. 

Doyoung’s yells fill the hallway and Johnny is laughing maniacally. The one time Doyoung doesn’t lock his door. “Just let me try!”

“Get your sweaty body away from me! I know what you two were doing in there!” Doyoung shrieks back. 

Oh, how you love living with your boys. You’re thankful that Johnny took you in and truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Through protein powder scattered on kitchen counters and nightly hangouts after long days of classes, you wouldn’t trade laughter with your housemates and the love you all share for anything. 

When you peer out into the hall at the commotion, a smiling Johnny has an angry Doyoung over his shoulder at the door. “I did it, y/n!” Johnny exclaims, even doing squats with the bunny flailing around.

“Put me down, you meathead!” Doyoung kicks his feet, eyes up to the ceiling.

You smile to yourself, a soft chuckle bursting into a robust laughter. “You guys… are so weird.” 

“But you love us.” Johnny points, “isn’t that right, tiny?”

Your usual response would be something sarcastic and hard to get, but you give in this time. 

There are so many names synonymous to Na Jaemin. The party animal. The sly playboy. The heart throb. It’s all about how Jaemin carries himself: confident. He is so sure about himself and everything around him. One thing that is dangerous in this world is a man that knows how attractive he is and plays it to his advantage. 

While Jaehyun and Johnny are making it known that they’re sleeping with girls, Jaemin doesn’t kiss and tell. He also never truly reveals his body count, at least not to you. 

You have always been attracted to Jaemin’s aura, how can someone be so firm and self-assured? He knows exactly what he wants, when he wants it, how he wants it and how he’s going to get it. What is more attractive than a man knowing how badly he wants you? 

Jaemin has always made it loud and clear how attractive you are inside and out, constantly showering you with compliments, pick up lines, and undivided attention at home when he is home. You secretly wished that he would be home a bit more often, just simply by how fun he is to be around and the tunnel vision he has around you. 

Do you actually drive him insane when you wear your tight jeans around him or does he drive you crazy with his light feathering touches that linger a bit too long? 

The lingering touches of fingertips when he catches your hand, or when you pass by him casually. The playful tap on your butt to greet you, followed with a loving back hug. Jaemin does not shy away from physical attention. The pet names that he calls you so sweetly always make your heart skip a soft beat. He just always knows what to say to make you flustered. 

“Happy to see me?” He answers back with a sly grin. Jaemin tilts his head in a teasing manner, exposing his neck to reveal a small hickey sitting under his jawline. Your thumb lightly grazes over the dark spot and Jaemin quickly catches your wrist.

“It seems like your hook up probably booted you home.” The sarcasm in your voice is piercing and your hand falls from his grip. His jawline tightens at your attitude.

“I chose to come home to spend time with my favorite girl.” His knuckles rub gently against your cheek.

“One of many, is that right?” You scoff, pushing yourself off and his heat quickly falling from your body. Although you and Jaemin have never established anything serious or exclusive, he treated you so specially that it did hurt to know he was sleeping around with other girls or chased after women like how he did with you.

He calls your name, following after you into your room. “You know you’re my favorite, always will be.” The door shuts, as he slyly clicks the lock on your door.

“So other girls can mark you in obvious spots, but I can’t?” Your arms are crossed, weight barred on one leg as you face the half naked boy. Jaemin looks absolutely irresistible at this moment. His sweats hang low on his hips, his dark devilish eyes peeking through his locks that makes his smile all the more menacing. 

“You’ve never tried. I’d let you do anything to me.” He spreads his arms out as an open invite for you to fall right into them, but you hold your ground. “Would you let me?” 

Jaemin walks around to sit on the edge of your bed in front of you, legs spread open and elbows resting on his knees. He looks up at you, lightly pushing his bangs out of his face. His doe eyes are just quite mesmerizing and convincing. “It depends. I don’t know if I’m down for anything.” 

His sneaky hands run up your thighs, your skin feels smooth underneath his fingertips. Your knees practically buckle under his touch, and you could falter any minute under his gaze. “Would you let me put a baby in you?” You know he’s joking, but the drop in his tone causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“You say that all the time.” Jaemin pulls you onto his lap, with your back against his chest and his lips lining kisses along your neck. His needy hands roam around your body, squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt.

“And how do you reply every time?” His whisper dances on your hot skin. His scent is so intoxicating that you’re practically swimming in his aura. 

As his hands slide down your stomach and into your shorts, you moan out a breathy “yes.”

Jaemin presses at your clit through your underwear and the pressure is barely teasing at the seams. You wanted more, as if the taste was at the tip of your tongue and you just wanted it to consume you. 

“That’s right, baby.” You can feel his smirk on your shoulder, as his fingers pinch at your nipples through your shirt and his knuckle runs down your clothed pussy. “I’m going to fill you up to the brim.” 

You’re a squirming mess under his spell, he knows all your sweet spots so well that he never needs to second guess himself. “Please, need you right now.” Your whimper makes him turn into goo, looking at you with lust filled eyes and heart swelling in his chest.

His warm hand slides into your panties, and his fingers dance along your skin so delicately that you’re wiggling against him for some friction. Jaemin tsks, “sweetheart, patience.” 

“You are such a tease.” You scoff, but Jaemin is quick to silence you as his fingers slowly swirl at your wetness.

“And you are quite excited tonight.” His smirk is against your shoulder, his lips line your skin with soft kisses. “Have you missed me?” Jaemin slicks your sensitive bud with your juices, rubbing at it with enough pressure to send electricity through your veins. 

When you don’t answer fast enough, Jaemin rubs faster. “You missed me, haven’t you? You’re practically on the edge and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” His dark heavy whisper is hot in your ear and you’re slightly embarrassed at how your legs are shamelessly shaking at his loving circles on your clit.

Your gasps fill the room, “of course I missed you. You’re barely ever here.” Your mind is so intoxicated on the intense pleasure, clouded with lust and the building urge to release. His sweatpants are so thin that you can feel his prominently hard dick grinding against your ass, knowing how hard he’s holding back. 

“I’ll stay home more often for you.” His other hand squeezes your boob, pinching lightly at your nipple. “Fuck you more often.” 

You are so close, but you didn’t want to cum without his dick in you. “Please fill me up. I’m so close.” You’re begging at this point and Jaemin moans heavily at the movement of your needy hips.

Jaemin stands you up and quickly discards your clothing, turning you around to face him fully naked. The genuine smile on his face could be mistaken for cockiness, but he kisses your stomach and gazes up at your confused and aroused expression.

He holds your dangling arms steady by your wrists, “you’re so pretty, kitten. I can stare at you all day.” His proclamation is incredibly bold, but your heart beats faster than anything you’ve ever felt. This is his forte. You can’t remember the amount of times Jaemin has caused you to go speechless from his charming words. 

“Enough staring, touch me.” Your timid voice is still quite assertive and Jaemin chuckles rather darkly. His stare travels down your pouty lips, the soft bite marks lining your neck, your painfully erect nipples, and your dripping pussy. 

“I haven’t had enough yet.” Jaemin taunts, palming himself in his gray sweats. His bulge protrudes through the thin material and it makes your mouth water. He notices your eyes trailing off, not that you were hiding the fact that you were looking at his dick. “I guess you haven’t had enough either. Why don’t you try touching me?”

You gulp the pooling saliva and blink up at him, “you are seriously driving me crazy.” Your voice is so small and desperate. Jaemin is charming you into insanity, he knows his gameboard too well. 

“But babygirl, let’s not forget all the moments you prance around the house in your leggings or those jeans that are so fucking tight against your beautiful body.” He picks up your chin, lips lightly against your cheek. “I lose my mind every time. So, I guess this is payback.” His fingers drop too quickly, leaving you high in anticipation for more than just a light kiss on the cheek.

“You’re supposed to be the one to make it up to me.” You can’t tell where the brattiness in your voice suddenly came from, but it definitely intrigued Jaemin even more. “For all the times I had to take care of myself… alone because you were out at another stupid party.” 

Jaemin hums at your grumpiness. “You’re right. I haven’t taken care of my kitten in a long time. Why don’t you lay your pretty ass down and show me just how you do it?”

Your heart drops to your stomach at his words. Nonetheless, Jaemin looks serious as he pulls up your desk chair to take a seat at the edge of the bed. “You want me to..--”

“I want you to show me how you touch yourself, angel.” The tone of his voice is stern and rapsy, but his smile is tender and sweet. “Lay down, (y/n).”

And so you do, you don’t wait another second laying down on the bed. Your back sinks into the mattress and before you know it, Jaemin is hooking his arms underneath your thighs to pull your body closer toward him. Your heels dig into the comforter and your pussy is spread open for his viewing. 

As you snake your hand down your body, you feel vulnerable on display for Jaemin. Your heart beats against your chest heavily and you close your eyes to imagine every nasty thought. The moment your finger swirls around your clit, your breath hitches and Jaemin groans at the sight. Jaemin was right, you were so wet and he has yet to even do anything. 

It is the perfect sight of pleasure, submission, and arousal. He can’t believe how long he has been holding himself back. A part of him does feel guilty for always being away and for making you feel as if he doesn’t pay attention to you. You are the one person that he always reminds just how special you are to him. 

While he has other flings, they don’t compare in the level of tenderness, love and care Jaemin puts into his time with you. You know him on a more personal level, given that it was easier since you two were housemates. Nonetheless, he genuinely values you as a friend and as a special individual. Jaemin can spend hours admiring and worshiping you. Just give him the look.

Jaemin rolls his sweatpants down his hips and onto the floor, his dick slapping against his lower abdomen. His tip is an angry red, leaking with all his juices. He sits back down and the entire time, his eyes never leave the sight of your hand rubbing your sweet bud. 

Your body feels so hot and the more pressure you press against yourself causes your high to come closer. Your soft moans escape your parted lips and your legs begin to twitch. When you open your eyes, you see Jaemin pumping himself lazily with half-lidded eyes immersed in the image of you. 

It turns you on even more that you and Jaemin are getting off to each other. He can see your fingers flicking faster, chasing your climax. Your eyes squeeze shut again from the pleasure building in your stomach. “I’m going to cum!” You could barely hear yourself from your heart beating so loud in your ears.

Just as your knees are about to close, Jaemin quickly pushes them apart. His hot hand holds down your thigh and your back arches as he suddenly inserts himself into your tight cunt. You both moan at the connection and your eyes are wide open. Your hands fly to grip the sheets from the immediate stretch. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good for me.” 

His hips thrust into you so deeply and the room is filled with the gushy noise of slick juices. Almost immediately, your walls squeeze around his thick cock. Jaemin holds onto your wrist, guiding you back over your clit. “Don’t stop. Keep touching yourself.” He sounds out of breath. 

He builds a rhythm, driving your bodies to connect closer. Jaemin fucks you hard, but full of desire and carefulness. You’re a mess underneath him, hand moving faster to chase after that sweet escape. His hands explore your boobs, tenderly fondling them as each of his thrusts push you up against the frame of your bed.

“You’re just perfect in every way.” He leans down to leave a soft kiss along your neck. His hot grunts fill your ears and his hips drive deeper into your pussy. Your back arches as he hits that spot and your fingers almost fly in the air from the sudden shock of extreme pleasure. “I know you’re holding back.” 

You call his name, “what? You don’t want me to?” Your throat feels dry and your chest rises and falls rapidly. 

“No, give me everything you got.” Jaemin holds your hips in place, moving against you with the same pace and consistency as before. The stimulation from both your clit and his thrusts send your toes curling into the sheets. Your mind goes completely fuzzy and the tower that had been building up so high in your lower abdomen begins to crumble. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” You announce, your hands gripping the blankets into tight fists. Your legs shake uncontrollably around Jaemin’s waist, but he is soaking up every ounce of this scene before him. The grip on his dick tightens and he feels so close to his release.

“Baby, I got you.” He coos softly as you run your high. Your legs tremble as he softly rubs at your overly stimulated clit, stopping his hard thrusts for shallow ones. “You make me so hard, (y/n).”

“Give it to me, Jaem.” His ears perk up at your statement. It’s as if stars brighten his dark gaze at the sound of your consent. “Put a baby in me.” 

His eyes glance down briefly at the way your needy hips move on his tip. “I have been waiting all night to hear those filthy words come out of your sweet mouth.” He smirks, putting your legs against your chest. Jaemin ensures that your glistening pussy is exposed and opened up for him.

Jaemin places his weight on your legs, caging you in such an intimate position underneath him. The moment his long shaft thrusts forward, your jaw hinges open at how incredibly deep he was reaching. You could practically feel him in your gut. 

“I’m gonna fill you right up, princess.” Jaemin was moaning a little louder. He was so close, his dick twitching inside of you. “Gonna put a baby in your sweet little cunt.” His pants grow heavier and his movements become sloppy. 

With a final moan, Jaemin shoots his load deep into your pussy. Your gasps fill the air, feeling his hot cum painting your slick walls. The grip on your hips finally releases and Jaemin is recovering for air after that significant ejaculation. 

His voice is raspy from the long night. “Let me get you cleaned up.” You feel empty when Jaemin pulls out, but his cum spills out of you rather quickly. “Damn, baby. I haven’t fucked you like that in a long time, huh?”

Jaemin truly looks ethereal with beads of sweat down his chest and veins on his arms prominently on display. His smile brightens the hazy room, as he squats down to wipe you up with a tissue. His gentle kisses cover your inner thighs. “Forgot what you were missing out on.”

“No, I could never forget someone as incredible as you.” Jaemin says it so casually that it could be mistaken as a friendly comment. He was your housemate with words of affirmation clearly being his giving love language. These charming words come to him so naturally that it’s hard to figure out if there was any genuinity in it. 

“Right. Add me to the roster while you’re at it.” You hit him playfully with your pillow. Nonetheless, Jaemin quickly stops you and stares at you with a very serious glare.

“I’m serious. You mean a lot to me, I want you to know that.” For a split second, your heart pounds in your ears and time stops as you gaze into his eyes. “Enough to put a baby in you.”

You’re quickly dragged back down to reality, pushing his hands away from you. “Yeah, thanks for the reminder that contraceptives are very helpful.” You roll your eyes, grabbing your articles of clothing and quickly slipping everything back on.

Jaemin chuckles, pulling you up from the bed to walk you back to the bathroom. As you two enter the dark hallway, light peeks from underneath the door of the bathroom. A slight buzzing noise can be heard on the other side. 

Just as Jaemin is about to knock, Doyoung’s voice is muffled in response. “Don’t even think about coming in here.” 

“I think women and children should be given bathroom priority, Doyoung.” Jaemin winks at you, leaning against the door to hear the flustered boy on the opposite side. 

“You’re actually despicable.” Doyoung mutters. “Let me brush my teeth in peace for once.”

“Hi…” His sudden presence has you growing shy at the sight of your housemate. You being the shy one is a rare sight as it’s usually the other way around. Doyoung has always been quieter and more kept to himself, to the point where it’s normal for him to lock himself in his room to be alone. Nonetheless, he does quite enjoy your company. 

“Hey,” Doyoung chuckles and coolly crosses his arms across his chest, playing into your bashful act. He swears he’s over you and there are close to no romantic feelings involved, but it’s always the soft glow that surrounds you that he can’t seem to shake off. Doyoung may have had a one-sided love, but he knows that you can’t go to bed without him when you’re drunk. What a bad habit you’ve formed. 

Despite his initial crush on you, Doyoung still completely adores you. It’s too hard not to. You understand him the most in this whore of a house and you’re as close to his ideal type as he’ll ever meet in college. Considerate, kind, life of the party, intelligent, funny, willingness to be vulnerable. The list can go on, but he’ll have to stop himself if he still wants any chance at a relationship with someone else. 

Though he’s never confessed, let alone told a single soul about how he used to harbor some feelings for you, he simply knows you won’t see him the same way and oddly enough, he’s grown to silently accept it. When you’re sober versus when you’re drunk are two different spectrums. He isn’t sure how he ended up being the one you cuddle every time you come home drunk, but it definitely confused him at the very start. 

However, the moment you’re sober and it’s daylight, it’s as if the night never happened. Despite the occasional physical affection, everything is platonic and you’ve made that clear as the day remains cloudless. 

The process of getting over you wasn’t painful, it just never fully goes away. He’s come to accept that you’re an amazing person and since he’s gotten physically and emotionally intimate with you, it’s better that you two remain good friends.

But this practically explains why you are the only person Doyoung will wake up in the middle of the night to comfort. On top of that, he hates dealing with drunk people…with the exception of you. 

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You play with your fingers behind your back and Jaehyun rolls his eyes at this strange encounter he’ll never understand. 

“I know you didn’t have Jaehyun aggressively beat at my door to simply ask me this question. Are you giving me the option to decline?” Doyoung’s snarky smirk is recognizable even in the lack of light.

“Well, I don’t want to bother you--”

“Come in, the bed is going to lose its heat.” Doyoung cuts you off abruptly, gently holding out his hand for you to take. Jaehyun groans and stomps his way to the bathroom, finally relieved to be free.

Doyoung quietly shuts the door, locking it as he does every time. He slowly lays you down in the spot he was sleeping on to ensure you have the maximum amount of warmth and follows in on the other side quickly.

Laying on your side, you two face each other in the comforting silence. Underneath the blankets, Doyoung naturally snakes his arm around your lower waist, pulling you into his body until your legs are tangled with one another. 

Inches away from his face, he notices that you’re oddly quiet for being drunk. His finger lightly brushes against your cheek and draws his brows together in concern, “do you need to throw up?” You shake your head, eyes dropping anywhere but his own.

“Do you want kissies to sleep?” It’s a common thing you usually ask him for, using terminology that intoxication has coined for you.

You call his name and he perks up to listen, “I’m not exactly drunk.” 

He blinks at your statement, slightly confused as to why you’re requesting to sleep with him tonight. “Explain?”

“I had a sip of a mixed drink at most.” Rolling your eyes, you pout at him. “I was only pretending to be drunk so Jaehyun wouldn’t ask questions about me wanting to come into your room.”

Doyoung still doesn’t understand your motives. “So what is sober (Y/N) doing waking me up at this ungodly hour? She knows better.” He tsks, facial expression is slightly bewildered.

“Because I saw someone at the party who looked like you, except slightly less attractive.” Your voice grows a bit more bold and seductive, “but he was wearing such a hot outfit. I couldn’t help, but imagine how good you would actually look in it.”

He gulps when he feels your hot hand holding his forearm. Your grip is tight, thumb drawing circles on his skin. “W-What was he wearing?” 

“It was a white button up, but the first five buttons were unbuttoned and you can just see the few lines of his toned stomach.” Your hand trails up his arm, spreading across his chest. “And the black slick belt, fuck. It reminded me of the one you usually wear for your econ presentations. You know I go wild for a nice professional fit.” 

Doyoung can’t believe what he’s hearing. You’re definitely more eloquent and explicit with your words when you’re sober. Nonetheless, he’s incredibly turned on by the fact that you came back horny at the thought of him and how your hand is sliding its way down to his waistband.

“Should I dress like that more often?” Doyoung follows your moves, running his hand up your shirt to grab your tit. “Because I don’t think you’ll be able to control yourself if I do.” 

An uncontrollable whine comes from your throat when Doyoung runs a thumb across your nipple. “I know it turns you on to watch me lose control, you’re call.” His other hand draws your chin closer.

His hot breath hits your bottom lip, “I’ll consider it then.” His lips crash into yours hungrily, tongue lapping with yours over and over. Doyoung hooks underneath your thigh and places your leg across his lower half. Grinding into your pelvis, you can already feel how he is slightly hard through his thin pajama pants.

Nose pressing into skin, that’s one of the reasons why you love making out with Doyoung the most. It’s as if he can’t get any closer, but he does and he tries until you’re suffocating in each other’s presence. 

His soft lips glides and traces so tenderly, his kisses feel individualized. It’s customized exactly to how you like it and how he seemed to figure it out puts him in another category of intelligence and skill.

Doyoung pulls away, leaving a yearning for more. He subtly checks the time behind you, 3:47 AM. “Are you tired?” There is slight guilt in your voice when you notice the hesitation in his face.

“A bit.” He apologizes, but you clasp your hand over his mouth.

“Why don’t you just put it in me? That will satisfy me enough, I just want to feel full and we can still cuddle.” You do feel bad for waking him up for sex, forgetting that this man has a normal and healthy sleeping schedule.

He raises a questionable brow, “never tried that before, are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sorry for waking you.” You bite at your lip in anticipation. 

Doyoung tsk again, rolling his eyes until they reach the ceiling. “Me waking up and opening my door for you was my choice. Besides, you know I can’t keep my hands off of you given the opportunity.” 

You pout, kissing him on the lips once more. “Now take off your cute shorts, so I can check how wet you are.” Doyoung demands, which causes an increase of a flow down there. Nevertheless, you listen and discard every piece of clothing you had on. 

When Doyoung swipes at your cunt, you react greatly to his touch. “Dripping.” is all he says as he licks his fingers clean of your juices.

He follows to take off his clothes quickly, lazily pumping his cock in one hand and toying with your clit with the other. You’re squirming, as you hold onto his forearm to steady yourself. However, the pleasure is undeniably delicious, the flavor hitting at the tip of our tongue. “Doyoung, I want you.” 

He sees the strain in your face, lip bite and eyes closed shut. You’re holding back so much, he can tell by how your sporadic hip wiggles all because of his fingers. “Have you always been this needy, baby? Wanting to be full of my cock so late at night? You should know better.” His raspy chuckle is the absolute death of you. Your eyes open immediately when his hand pulls away and grabs at your waist to pull you closer. A heavy heat spreads across your chest, completely blindsided by his hot comments. 

You and Doyoung have slept together a handful of times and let’s say, this man is deadly with his dirty talk. He’s just one of a kind, a fuck like no other and it drives you to see stars. He is always so reserved and posh, a true well-mannered and neat man. Doyoung is tastefully seductive, not sleazy or flirtatious. 

His banter always has you second guessing, wondering if there is some sensual implication behind his words. Doyoung doesn’t sugarcoat; when other men shower you in endless praise and boring, generic compliments, he makes sure those nonsensical comments don’t get to your head. He praises you in a way that makes you feel special, individualized. 

But he knows you don’t want to get praised, you get enough of all that already and you know that you’re attractive. While Jaemin gives you sugary sweet pet names, Doyoung calls you the nastiest ones in bed. Something about it thrills you, a refreshing kind of attention.

“Only for you.” You pucker your lips, with an innocence in your charm to persuade him.

Doyoung looks at you with sharp eyes and a haughty smirk on his lips. He uses his knee to open your legs and a quick hand to hold it up, aligning his tip at your entrance. You two still lay on your sides and face to face, breast pressed against chest. “Such a pretty slut.” He gently plants the softest kiss on your cheek, as he enters all the way in until he’s practically in your guts.

A gasp crawls up your throat, but Doyoung places a hand over your mouth to keep you shut. “Don’t want Jaehyun to come knocking again, do we? Be a good girl and shut up.” He holds back his own moan, the feeling of you wrapping around him makes him feel hazy and full of lust. 

Nodding, your arms fall around Doyoung’s neck and the skin on skin hug is more than comforting. His hot cock twitches inside of you, reminding you of the fullness at the literal pit of your stomach. Your friends have always talked about cockwarming and how sweetly intimate it is, but is it bad that you just want Doyoung to fuck your brains out? 

Doyoung glances at you with hesitant eyes, “baby, are you doing okay?” The shift in tone and mood catches you off guard. This is something new for both of you and Doyoung wanted to make sure it is still pleasurable for you.

You clear your throat, sinking onto his dick until you’re touching skin. Doyoung groans and narrows his eyes at the sudden movement. “Sorry, getting comfy. Wanna sleep now?” 

His hands glide down your back, finding their way to squeeze your ass. Your leg rests on top of his own and you two are locked in each other’s embrace until you’re both suffocating -- just how you both like it. His eyes wander down, as if he’s contemplating something. “I’m not sleepy anymore…” He clears his throat with light strokes against your skin.

“Then fuck me?” The politeness in your voice causes the switch almost instantly. Doyoung grips your hips, shallowly fucking you into the sweetest escape. 

“Always wanting to be filled, baby.” His whisper tickles your neck as he dots small kisses under your chin. Your mind whirls with temptation and pleasure, unaware at how dark and lustful Doyoung’s eyes have become. “Love being used, my doll?”

His thrusts quicken, with the strongest squeeze on your ass. Every powerful hit has moans and whimpers falling from your lips, and you’re beyond lost for words. A soft “mhm” does nothing for Doyoung, this man wants a verbal answer. 

“Answer me properly.” He stops, filling you up to the brim again. However, he starts grinding your hips into his own and the simple move lights up every endorphin in your body. His tip rubs against your spot perfectly, making it even more difficult to speak. With arms failing, you hold onto his shoulders for your dear life. “Fucking you so good that you forgot how to speak? Let me hear you, (Y/N).” Your name falls in a faltering moan. 

You’re so close, your grip feels tighter with each movement. “Love being used, love being fucked by you.” Your eyes shut for a brief second, before Doyoung tsks.

“Open your eyes and look at me.” When you peer at him, Doyoung blinks with fire in his dark pupils. His stare is deadly, but the eye contact only drives you further. 

His movements halt and just as you’re able to sigh with disappointment, he snakes a hand in between your bodies and rubs at your aching clit. Your body seizes at the electricity that comes from your most sensitive place and Doyoung continues with longer thrusts.

His hips match the pace of his rubs, intensifying the pleasure tenfold. Doyoung knows you want to be loud, covering your mouth to muffle your endless streams of moans and profanity. 

“All it takes is an outfit to get you horny. Pathetic.” He can feel that you’re on your edge and any second, you’ll explode in the palm of his hand and all over his cock. “Maybe I’ll fuck you in a pretty one next time.” 

Your heart is racing and you can only nod in response.

“Now, that’s my good girl.” Doyoung smacks your ass harshly and that’s enough to send you tipping. 

With a shiver down your spine, you bite your lip at the heightened pleasure. Every muscle in your body jolts and your pussy is already sore, you can’t imagine how you’re going to feel in the morning. A small yelp and trembling legs later, you’re pulling Doyoung as close as you can. He feels your walls squeeze around him and he can barely push his last thrusts in before following in your release. 

Both of you pant heavily in each other’s arms, Doyoung holding you against his sweaty chest as if he’s afraid to let go. You swear that you feel him give you a light squeeze through the hug. He grows soft inside of you and the feeling of him pulling out is pure disappointment and emptiness.

“We should try that again.” Doyoung chuckles, getting up quickly to grab some wipes for you.

“I don’t think we did that right.” You laugh, the chilly air cooling your heated body when the blankets fall off.

Doyoung sits in between your legs, gently cleaning you up. A tiny, cute smirk appears on his face. “Then, we should definitely try it again. Y’know, the right way. Trial and error, we have to keep doing it until we can get it right.” 

“Doie, if you want to sleep with me again then say so.” You tap his nose as a way to lightly tease at his usual timid demeanor and his way to beat around the bush.

He rolls his eyes, even in the low light, you can see how they glimmer. “Who was the one who knocked on my door tonight?” He retorts, tossing the wipe away and dressing himself again. 

“And who is the one blatantly suggesting that we try cockwarming again?” You taunt, eyebrow lifted and lips puckered.

He scoffs, joining you in the sheets. Doyoung plants a quick kiss on your cheek, “you just wait until I put on my black belt and white button up. Then, we’ll see who’ll be talking.” 

“Don’t walk around the house in that, you might turn on more than just me.”

Doyoung flicks your forehead, “those idiots wouldn’t know a hot man even if it hits them in the face.”