The supposedly “sub" teacher was gone, replaced by a man whose gaze felt like a physical weight pressing against your skin. His jaw was clenched so tight you could see the corded muscle of his neck, and his eyes once merely cold were now dark.

"Shy?" he repeated, the word a low, dangerous growl that vibrated in his chest. "You've been playing a very dangerous game since the very first day I stepped foot in this campus.. Testing my patience."

Before you could stammer out a retort, his large hand shot out, gripping your waist with bruising force. He didn't wait for permission. With a sudden, authoritative movement, he spun you around and forced you down, bending you over the edge of his mahogany desk. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you felt the cool wood against your stomach and the heat of his body pressing against your back.

"Since you're so eager to learn," he muttered, his voice thick and gravelly, "let's see if you can handle this lesson."

His hands moved with ruthless efficiency, bunching up the fabric of your short dress and hiking it up past your hips, exposing your dark, smooth skin to the cool office air. You gasped, feeling incredibly vulnerable, but the sound was cut short when his palm connected with your ass in a resounding, stinging ‘crack’.

"Mhmm" you whimpered, your eyes watering from the sudden shock of the impact.

"Don't move," he commanded, his voice dropping to a predatory silkiness. He didn't wait for you to recover before his hand descended again, delivering another heavy, stinging slap that made your hips quiver. He wasn't being gentle, not one bit. The sound of his palm meeting your skin echoed in the quiet room, a primal percussion that made your toes curl and your breath come in ragged, desperate gasps.

"Is this what you wanted, Y/N?" he murmurs, his voice vibrating against your spine. "To see me lose control?" He didn't wait for an answer. His hands moved from your hips to your thighs, spreading them wide as he forced you even deeper into the desk.

Then, the sensation changed. The stinging heat was replaced by something much more intense. He leaned over, his large frame looming over you from behind, and you felt the warmth of his breath against your inner thigh before his tongue made contact.

You let out a strangled cry as he began to eat you out, his tongue sweeping over your clit with a ruthless, expert precision. He was relentless, his mouth hot and demanding, driving you toward the brink of madness while you were pinned helplessly against the wooden table. You could feel the tension in his jaw, the way his hands gripped your hips to hold you steady as he worked you, his movements deep and rhythmic.

Finally, he pulled back, leaving you trembling and slick. You heard the heavy metallic click of his belt being unbuckled, a sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through your core. He moved to stand behind you, his presence massive and overwhelming. You felt the blunt, searing heat of his tip pressing against your swollen slit, teasing the entrance, dragging slowly along your folds without actually entering. He was tormenting you letting you feel the sheer size of him, the heavy weight of his desire, as he waited for you to beg for the release only he could provide.

The torment was exquisite. His thick, pulsing tip dragging agonizingly slow along your soaking wet slit, tracing the sensitive folds of your labia before dipping just slightly into the entrance, only to pull away at the last second. You were a mess of desperate whimpers and frantic movements, your hips bucking instinctively against him, searching for the fullness you so desperately craved.

"Please, sir..." you sobbed, your voice breaking as you arched your back, your body shaking from the need of his cock.

"Please what, Y/N?" he murmured, his voice a dark, velvet rasp against your ear. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against your trembling back, his large hands sliding under your belly to tilt your pelvis up even higher, exposing you completely to his gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, since you're so fond of talking."

"I want you inside me," you gasped out, your eyes squeezed shut as a fresh wave of arousal crashed over you. "I want you to fill me up... please, fuck me.” You whisper, embarrassed of the need in your voice.

A low growl erupted from his throat, a sound of pure hunger. He didn't need to be told twice. With a sudden, forceful thrust, he drove himself into you. The sheer size of him was overwhelming; you felt your walls stretch to their absolute limit as his massive, thick member buried itself deep within your heat. The sensation was so intense it felt like you were being split open, a delicious, heavy fullness that made your vision blur.

He groans loudly and immediately began to move, his thrusts long, powerful, and punishingly deep. Every time he slammed into you, the mahogany desk creaked under the force of your bodies colliding. He gripped your hips so tightly his knuckles turned white, his fingers digging into your skin as he drove himself into your tight, wet core with a primal rhythm. The sound of his heavy breathing and the wet, slapping friction of his pelvis hitting your ass filled the room, a lewd symphony of pure, unbridled lust.

It was maddening, a searing, wet heat that made your brain feel like it was melting. Heeseung was relentless, his thrusts hitting your cervix with a heavy, blunt force that made you cry out in a mix of pleasure and desperation. Every time he bottomed out, the sheer girth of him seemed to stretch you even wider, making you feel utterly possessed by him.

"Look at you," he groaned, his voice a gravelly, broken mess of lust. He reached around, his large hand wrapping around your throat just enough to tilt your head back, forcing you to look at your own reflection in the darkened window. "So fucking wet for your professor. You wanted a man, didn't you? You wanted to see what would happen if you push me too far."

He began to pick up the pace, his movements becoming frantic and punishing. The sound of his thick member sliding in and out of your soaking slit was loud and lewd a constant, squelching ‘slap slap slap’ that echoed off the office walls. You were nearing the edge, your muscles twitching around him, your toes digging into the carpet as you prepared to shatter.

"Heeseung, please! I'm gonna-!"

But just as the first wave of an orgasm began to roll through your core, he suddenly stopped. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving you teetering on the precipice of a massive climax, only to hold himself just at the entrance. He was edging you, the torture of the sudden stillness making you whine and sob, your hips bucking uselessly against his stationary heat.

"Not yet," he mummers, his jaw clenched so hard you could hear his teeth grind. He leaned down, biting the sensitive skin of your shoulder to stifle your cries. "You don't get to come until I say so. You're going to take every inch of me, and you're going to stay right here and take it."

He began to grind his pelvis against you in slow, torturous circles, the tip of his cock teasing your clit with every rotation. He was a beast, a force that had completely dismantled your confidence, leaving you nothing but a trembling, needy mess beneath him. "so wet," he whispered, his breath hot and smelling of desire, "who does this pussy belong too?” he demanded, his voice a dark, commanding rasp that sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to your clit.

He didn't wait for your answer, instead driving his hips forward in a sudden, violent surge that buried his massive length deep inside you once more. The sensation was so sudden, so overwhelming, that you let out a high pitched, broken wail, your fingers clawing at the mahogany surface of the desk.

"You," you managed to choke out, your voice trembling with the sheer intensity of the pleasure. "Heeseung... please!"

He let out a low chuckle, “Good girl.” He let out a low groan, his composure finally fracturing. The stoic, quiet teacher was gone, replaced by a man driven by pure lust. He began to fuck you with a ferocity that was almost primal, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and much more punishing. He was slamming into you with everything he had, the heavy, wet sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass echoing like a heartbeat in the silent office.

You were lost in a sea of sensation, your vision swimming as he pushed you higher and higher. Every time he bottomed out, you felt the heavy weight of his cock hitting your womb, a sensation so deep and intense it felt like it was reaching into your very soul. Your walls were clenching around him in desperate, rhythmic pulses, trying to milk every drop of pleasure from his massive member.

"That's it," he growled, his breath coming in ragged, heavy gasps. He reached around, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it with a ruthless, driving pressure that synchronized perfectly with his thrusts. "Be a very good girl and take every inch of me."

The combination was too much. The friction, the pressure, the sheer dominance of his movements sent you spiraling over the edge. Your entire body stiffened, your back arching violently as a massive, soul shattering orgasm ripped through you. You screamed his name, your muscles convulsing around him in a frantic, tight grip that finally broke his restraint.

With a final, deep, soul searching thrust, Heeseung let out a loud, primal roar, his body shuddering as he came deep inside you. You could feel the hot, thick jets of his semen pulsing against your cervix, filling you to the absolute brim. The sensation was overwhelming, a hot, heavy flood that seemed to coat your entire insides, making you feel heavy and completely undone.

He didn't pull out immediately; instead, he collapsed against your back, his chest heaving in ragged, desperate gasps as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His skin was slick with sweat, and the heat radiating from him was intoxicating.

For several long minutes, the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronized rhythm of your breathing and the distant ticking of the office clock. Heeseung’s grip on your hips slowly loosened, though he kept you pinned against the desk, as if he wasn't quite ready to let the reality of the situation sink in. The cool air of the office hit your damp skin, making you shiver, but the warmth of him still inside you kept you grounded.

Slowly, he began to withdraw, the sensation of his thick member sliding out of your swollen, aching slit making you let out a soft, needy whimper. As he finally pulled free, a small amount of his cream escaped your heat, trickling down your inner thigh. He turned you around in his arms, his expression no longer cold or predatory, but dark and intensely possessive. His hair was mussed, his tie was long gone, and his eyes were still clouded with the remnants of his climax.

He reached up, his thumb tracing the curve of your bottom lip, his touch surprisingly tender compared to the violence of his thrusts. "You're a very naughty student, Y/N," he murmured, his voice still low and gravelly. He leaned in, pressing a slow, deep, and possessive kiss to your lips, tasting the salt of your sweat and the sweetness of your desire. "But I think you've finally learned your lesson."

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, a small, dangerous smirk playing on his lips. "Don't think this means you're off the hook. In fact... I think we're going to need a lot more private tutoring."

Jeongin sat on the sofa, his large palms gripping his knees so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His usual fox like charm had vanished, replaced by a cold, intimidating aura that made the air in the room feel thin. His jaw was set in a hard, rigid line, and his dark eyes were fixed on the door, sharp and predatory. He wasn't just annoyed; he was consumed by a possessive rage. Every minute she was late was a minute he spent imagining her laughing with someone else, her radiant smile directed at a man who wasn't him.

When the sound of the key finally turned in the lock, Jeongin didn't move immediately. He let the tension build until the door swung open. As you stepped inside, his gaze pierced through you. He stood up slowly, his tall, masculine frame casting a long, menacing shadow across the floor. The warmth of his presence was gone, replaced by a chilling, domineering energy that signaled the end of your freedom for the night.

"Where the fuck have you been?” He spat the words out, his voice low and dangerous. "Were you too busy sucking some other man's dick to check your phone? If you're gonna keep ignoring my calls like this, you might as well throw that damn phone away."

Before you could even reply, he lunged forward. His movements were aggressive and swift as he bridged the gap between you, slamming your back against the wall. The impact was firm, unyielding. He reached up, his large hand wrapping around your jaw with a grip that was tight enough to command total submission, forcing you to look into his darkened, jealous eyes.

He wasn't just angry; he was vibrating with a frantic, desperate kind of possessiveness. As his large palm clamped around your jaw, forcing your head back, you could see the flicker of pain behind his intimidating facade. His grip was firm, almost bruising, but you knew this was his twisted way of holding onto you, of ensuring you were still his and only his.

"I... Jeongin, please... i was just with friends..." you tried to stammer out, your voice trembling under the weight of his heavy gaze. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the coldness of his words.

"Friends? Is that what we're calling them now?" he hissed, his thumb digging slightly into the soft skin of your cheek. He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his scent of expensive cologne and raw masculine musk overwhelming your senses. "You think because you're out having fun, you can just forget who you belong to? Every minute you don't answer me, it feels like you're slipping through my fucking fingers."

His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of deceit, any hint that you had been looking at someone else the way you looked at him. His anger was a shield for the terrifying vulnerability he felt whenever you were out of his sight. He didn't want to hurt you, but the thought of losing your attention felt like a slow death, and in his mind, a harsh lesson was the only way to tether you back to his side.

A thought flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning, dark and primal. ‘And if that lesson meant fucking you till you couldn’t even see straight, then so be it.’ The idea didn't frighten him; in fact, it sent a surge of heat straight to his cock. He wanted to consume you, to leave his mark so deeply on your body and soul that you wouldn't even remember the names of the friends you had been with. He wanted to drown out every other memory of the day with the sensation of him.

His gaze darkened, shifting from mere irritation to a heavy, carnal hunger. He watched the way your chest heaved with every shallow breath, the way your eyes searched his for a mercy he wasn't quite ready to grant. He loved the way you looked when you were intimidated by him. Vulnerably, soft, and entirely under his control. It was in these moments of friction that he felt most connected to you, as if by pushing you to your limits, he could fuse your lives together permanently.

His grip on your jaw didn't loosen; instead, his thumb traced the line of your lower lip with a slow, possessive pressure that was both a caress and a threat. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his hot breath making you shiver uncontrollably.

"Don't look at me with those pleading eyes, Y/N," he whispered, his voice dropping to a gravelly, dangerous register. "You're the one who made me wait. You're the one who made me wonder about what my girl was doing out so late."

He shifted his weight, pressing his strong, muscular thigh firmly between your legs, pinning you more securely against the wall. The dominance in his stance was absolute. He wasn't just going to talk you into submission; he was going to take it. He wanted to hear you cry, but not out of sadness, but out of the sheer intensity of the pleasure and the overwhelming weight of his obsession. He was going to fuck you until the jealousy burned out of his system, leaving nothing but the raw, unfiltered truth of how much he needed you.

His hand slid from your jaw, his long, large fingers tracing a path down your neck before gripping your waist with a bruising force, pulling your hips flush against his hard, masculine frame.

"You think you can just come home and act like everything is fine?" he muttered, his eyes dropping to your lips, his expression softening into something far more predatory than intimidating. "You have no idea what the fuck goes through my head when you're out there, being drop-dead gorgeous and making every man in the room want to kiss and touch you." He whispers in your ear and you shudder at his words. But despite the entire situation, you couldn’t help but.. enjoy this.

Without another word, he hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as if you weighed nothing at all. He began to carry you toward the bedroom, his stride purposeful and heavy. He didn't care if you were tired or if you needed a moment to breathe; his hunger was a starving thing, and he intended to feast on you until the sun came up. As he kicked the bedroom door shut behind him, the sound echoed like a final verdict. The punishment was no longer a threat; it was a certainty, and he was going to make sure you felt every ounce of his cock.

The bedroom door slammed shut with a definitive thud, cutting off the rest of the world and leaving you trapped in his dark, suffocatingly intimate universe. He didn't lay you down gently; he dropped you onto the center of the mattress, the impact making the springs groan beneath you. Before you could even scramble to sit up, Jeongin was over you, his heavy, muscular frame pinning you down like a predator. His eyes were dark, almost black with a mixture of lingering jealousy and an unyielding lust.

"You're going to learn, Y/N," he growled, his voice thick and husky. "You're going to learn that every time you make me wait, every time you make me wonder, youll pay for it."

He didn't waste time with slow undressing. His large, capable hands worked with a frantic, aggressive efficiency, tearing at your clothes until you were left exposed beneath him. He paused for a moment, his gaze roaming over your radiant skin, tracing every curve of your athletic build. The sight of you, vulnerable and trembling under his stare, sent a jolt of pure sadistic pleasure through him. He loved how beautiful you looked when you were overwhelmed by him.

He moved down your body, his lips trailing hot, biting kisses along your collarbone and down to your breasts. He teased your nipples with his teeth, watching with a sadistic sort of satisfaction as you arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips. He wanted to taste the very essence of your arousal, to prove that even when you were away from him, your body was waiting for his touch.

His hands slid down your stomach, his long fingers splaying across your hips before diving lower. When his fingers found your pussy, you gasped, your legs instinctively curling around his waist. But he doesn’t go straight for the center; he teased the outer folds first, his large palms rubbing against your thighs, making you squirm in anticipation. Then, he parted you, his eyes fixed on the glistening, wet heat of your core.

"Look at you," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking wet for me already. Did you miss me that much, or is your body just begging for the punishment it deserves?”

He didn't wait for an answer, his eyes never leaving the sight of your slick, swollen folds. Jeongin leaned down, his dark hair brushing against your inner thighs as he buried his face between your legs. The first contact of his tongue was a shock, a long, firm stroke from your bottom to your clitoris that made your hips jerk upward in a desperate search for more. He was aggressive, his tongue working with a rhythmic, punishing intensity that left you breathless. He wasn't just tasting you; he was devouring you, his large hands gripping your thighs so hard he knew he’d leave faint marks there by morning.

"Fuck, Muya... you taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your skin, his voice muffled by your wetness. He used his thumbs to spread you even wider, exposing your clitoris to the cool air before his tongue swirled around it in a frantic, swirling motion. He loved the way you whimpered, the way your fingers tangled in his black hair, pulling him closer as if you couldn't get enough of his mouth. Seeing the tears of pleasure welling in your eyes only drove him deeper into his trance. He wanted to hear you sob his name, to hear you beg for him.

He transitioned from licking to sucking, his mouth creating a powerful vacuum around your clitoris that sent electric jolts straight to your brain. While he worked his mouth, his fingers began to slide inside you, one, then two, stretching your tight walls. He was testing your readiness, his long fingers curling inside you to mimic the thrusting of his cock soon.

"You're so tight... and so fucking needy," he groaned, pulling back just enough to look up at you, his chin glistening with your juices. His eyes were predatory, dark and filled with a terrifyingly beautiful obsession. He reached for his waistband, freeing his thick, heavy cock that was already straining, pulsing with a life of its own. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget how to walk, Y/N. You're going to remember exactly who owns this wet pussy."

He didn't give you a moment to recover from the onslaught of his tongue. With a low, guttural growl, he gripped your ankles and hauled your legs up, pinning your knees toward your chest to expose you completely. The sight of your soaking wet, swollen pussy, glistening under the dim light, made his vision blur with pure, unadulterated lust. He positioned the head of his thick, throbbing cock against your entrance, slapping it against your cunt a few times, the heat and heaviness of him making you gasp in anticipation.

"Open up for me, baby. Take it all," he mumers, his voice a dark, gravelly rasp.

He didn't even ease in; he drove himself into you with one heavy, authoritative thrust that bottomed out instantly. The sensation was overwhelming, a massive, stretching fullness that made you cry out, your voice cracking as you felt his entire length claim your tight walls. He stayed still for a second, letting you adjust to the sheer size of him, his eyes locked onto yours, watching the way your expression crumbled into a mix of pleasure and beautiful, desperate pain. He loved that look on you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed, his jaw clenching as he began to move. He started a slow, punishing rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in with a force that made the bed frame creak. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, and incredibly hard, his heavy balls slapping against your clitoris with a rhythmic, wet sound. "Is this what you wanted while you were out? To be filled up by me like this? To have my cock stretching you out until you can't think straight?" He groans out.

He increased the pace, his movements becoming more aggressive and frantic. He wasn't being gentle; he was fucking you with certainty, as if he were trying to drive his seed into the very core of your being. His large hands moved from your thighs to your waist, his fingers digging into your hips to anchor you as he hammered into you. Every time he hit your cervix, a sharp, delicious jolt of sensation sent you into a frenzy, your cries turning into incoherent pleas.

"Look at how much you're leaking and crying for me, you fucking slut," he growled, his voice a dark, gravelly rasp. "Your pussy was just waiting for my cock to stretch it out, wasn't it?" He groans out, his face contorted in a mask of pure, carnal ecstasy. He was slamming into you like he was trying to merge your bodies into one. The sounds of his heavy wet thrusts, the rhythmic ‘slap, slap, slap’ of his pelvis hitting yours filled the room, a primal soundtrack to jeongin ears.

The sound of your cries, high pitched and desperate, was the only music he needed though. He loved the way your eyes rolled back, the way your beautiful skin flushed with heat, and most of all, the way the tears began to spill from your lashes. He watched them fall, his eyes twitching from how incredibly fascinated he was.

"That's it... fuck, cry for me, you pretty slut," he groaned, his voice breaking as he increased the speed of his thrusts. He was fucking you with a relentless, punishing rhythm, his thick cock sliding in and out of your soaking wet pussy with a loud squelching sound. He was hitting your sweet spot with every heavy, driving lunge, making your entire body tremble and convulse beneath him. "Tell me who you belong to.. Tell me whose cock is stretching you out right now-shit, ngh-”

You moan out louder than you’ve ever before as you scratch down his back, your head thrown back in pleasure. “Fuck, I-ngh- you! I belong to you!”

Satisfied with your response, he leans down, his heavy chest crushing yours, his sweat mingling with yours as he captured your mouth in a bruising, desperate kiss. He tasted the salt of your tears and the sweetness of your moans, his tongue tangling with yours in a frantic dance of dominance. His hands moved to your breasts, squeezing them firmly, his large palms molding your soft flesh as he continued to hammer into you.

"Exactly.. You're mine, every fucking inch of you is mine," he whispers against your lips, his pace becoming almost violent. He suddenly pauses and that causes you to let out a sigh of relief, but that quickly goes away when he shifts his angle, tilting your pelvis up to catch your G spot with every heavy lunge. You gasp out loudly, the sensation was so intense it felt like you were being split open, a beautiful, agonizing fullness that made your toes curl and your vision swim. He could feel his climax building, a tidal wave of heat gathering in his loins. "I'm gonna fill you so full of my cum, Y/N...” He cry’s out.

But Jeongin knows better than to cum before a female does.

He reaches down, his large thumb finding your clitoris even as he continued to drive himself into your pussy. He began to rub you with a frantic, punishing pressure, syncing his thumb's rhythm with the heavy pounding of his hips. Your vision blurred yet again but this time your entire body began to tremble violently as the first waves of your orgasm crashed over you.

"That's it.. take it-shit.” he groans, his own climax building like a tidal wave. He felt your pussy clenching around him in tight, rhythmic pulses, milking him, and it was the final trigger. He let out a long, throaty sound, his body stiffening as he delivered several final, devastatingly deep thrusts. He buried himself to the hilt, pinning you to the mattress with his full weight as he erupted inside you.

He felt his hot, thick semen pulsing deep within your womb, filling you to the brim. He stayed buried inside you, his chest heaving against yours, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your own. He collapsed onto you, his heavy, muscular weight pinning you into the mattress, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps against your damp skin. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the frantic thudding of your hearts and the heavy sound of his breathing. The violent tension of his jealousy had finally bled out, replaced by a heavy, satisfied feeling.

Slowly, he lifted his head, his dark hair messy and clinging to his forehead with sweat. The intimidating, cold mask he had worn earlier was gone, replaced by a look of intense adoration. He reached up, his large, warm palm cupping your cheek, his thumb gently wiping away the tears that still clung to your lashes. He looked at you not as a man who had just finished a punishment, but as a man who had just reclaimed his most precious treasure.

You lie there, trembling and utterly spent, your skin glistening with a mixture of sweat and the remnants of his passion. The heavy, pulsing sensation of him still deep inside you makes your breath hitch as you stare up at his beautiful, fox like face.

"Fuck, Y/N.." he whispered, his voice soft, almost tender, though the rasp of lust still lingered. He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Don't ever do that to me again. Don't ever make me think for a second that you aren't mine."

You nod, a small smile on your face. Little did you know, this was far from over.

Changbin is a presence that cannot be ignored; he is built like a tank, with broad, muscular shoulders and a physique that speaks of intense discipline. His dark hair is often styled in a way that looks effortlessly messy, and his eyes, sharp and piercing, always seem to be searching for a way to needle you. He carries himself with a cocky, aggressive swagger that makes him seem untouchable, a stark contrast to the simmering heat that flares in his gaze whenever you enter a room.

On a random humid Friday night, after a particularly brutal school festival, The air is thick with the scent of rain and asphalt as you find yourself cornered in the dimly lit, narrow alleyway behind the gymnasium. Changbin riled you up in the gym, and you both had gotten thrown out, which only increases your anger. "You always do this!" you yell, your voice echoing against the brick walls, "You just have to be the center of everything, don’t you, you arrogant bastard?!"

Changbin stands mere inches from you, his chest rising and falling in heavy, jagged rhythms. His face is flushed, not just from the heat, but from a rage that seems to be morphing into something much more volatile. "Oh, so now it’s all my fault?" he bellows back, his voice a low rumble that vibrates in the small space between you. "You’re the one who never lets anything go, Y/N! You’re so stuck on the past, it’s pathetic!”

He stepped even closer, his massive frame looming over you like a storm cloud ready to burst. The sheer heat radiating from his body was stifling, a physical force that seemed to press against your skin in the cramped, dark alley. His eyes weren't just angry anymore; they were burning with a frantic, desperate kind of intensity that made your heart hammer against your ribs like a trapped bird.

"Pathetic!?" you spat back, your voice trembling with a mix of fury and something else you couldn't quite name. "You’re the one who ruined everything!" You jabbed a finger into his solid, muscular chest, the impact sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. The sound of your finger hitting his shirt seemed to echo in the sudden, heavy silence that followed your outburst.

Changbin's jaw tightened, a vein pulsing in his neck as he stared down at you. For a second, you thought he might actually shove you against the brick wall, but instead, he let out a sound that was half growl, half groan. "I was a kid!" he hissed, his voice dropping. "I’ve been regretting it since it happened!"

Before you could even process the confession, he lunged forward. It wasn't a pinch or a shove, but a collision of your bodies. His hands gripped your waist with a bruising strength, pulling you flush against his hard, unyielding frame. The air left your lungs in a sharp whoosh as his lips crashed onto yours, not with gentleness, but with a starving, violent hunger that tasted of rain, and years of unspoken longing. The kiss was messy and desperate, a chaotic battle of tongues and teeth that felt less like a romantic gesture and more like two combatants finally surrendering to the inevitable.

His tongue forced its way past your lips, claiming your mouth as if it were a territory he had been planning to conquer for decades. The kiss was far from sweet; it was a desperate, messy exchange that left you gasping for air. The sound of your tongues dancing in a frantic, wet rhythm echoed against the damp brick walls of the alleyway. Changbin’s hands weren't just holding you; they were devouring you, his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh of your waist, pulling your hips so tightly against his that you could feel the semi-erect, pulsing heat of his arousal pressing against your stomach. "Mhm, fuck..." he groaned into your mouth, a low, vibrating sound that sent a shiver straight down your spine.

The anger that had been fueling your argument was still there, but it had mutated into a primal, electric tension that made your skin prickle and your knees feel weak. Every time his tongue swiped against yours, it felt like he was trying to suck the very soul out of you.

You found yourself clawing at his broad shoulders, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as you tried to pull him even closer, as if there wasn't already enough of him to go around. The friction of his muscular thighs rubbing against yours sent jolts of pure heat through your body, and since you were wearing a skirt, you felt every fiber and sensation of it, inches away from your aching cunt which makes your breath come in short, ragged hitches.

"Don't you dare... don't you dare act like this doesn't change everything," you managed to gasp out when he finally broke the kiss to trail his lips down the sensitive column of your neck. He nipped at your skin, his teeth grazing your flesh just hard enough to make you let out a soft, involuntary whimper. "It changes everything," he growled against your skin, his breath hot and heavy, smelling of pure, unadulterated desire.

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his gaze dark and swirling with a cocktail of regret, fury, and an overwhelming, carnal need. The dim light of the alleyway caught the sheen of sweat on his forehead and the frantic rise and fall of his massive chest. "It changes everything because I'm tired of fighting you, Y/N! I'm tired of the glares, the rude comments, and the distance! I just want to... GOD, I just want to consume you!" He let out a ragged, desperate breath, his forehead dropping to rest against yours for a fleeting second before he surged forward again.

His mouth found yours with a renewed, even more aggressive fervor. Changbin’s hands migrated from your waist, sliding down to cup your ass, his large, calloused palms squeezing your flesh with a possessive grip that made your toes curl. He pulled you upward, forcing you to wrap your legs around his thick waist to keep from collapsing.

The sensation of your thighs squeezing his muscular hips was intoxicating, and you could feel the hard, thick length of his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers, pulsing rhythmically against your core.

"Fuck, you're so soft..." he groaned, his voice breaking as he pulled back to bury his face in the crook of your neck once more. He began to suck on the skin there, creating a deep, bruising vacuum. The sound was incredibly lewd, a wet, suctioning noise that made your head loll back against the cold brick wall. “Y/N..." he groans, a sound so uncharacteristic of the arrogant boy everyone knew that it made your heart ache.

You couldn’t help but get even more turned on. Not just from the way he’s sucking on your neck, but from getting to witness this side of changbin, let alone be the cause of it. You moan out as he grinds his bulge against your thigh, dangerously close to pussy. The one time you decide to wear a skirt, it just happens to be a day like this.

He stops his assault on my neck as he leans back, his dark gaze settling on me, “You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about doing something like this to you..” His gaze drops down to your lips, “How long I’ve been playing with myself to the thought of just kissing this feisty mouth of yours.” You bite your lip at his lewd words, my cunt clenching in response.

Changbin’s eyes darkened, replacing the usual irritation you were so used to seeing. The confession hung in the humid air, heavy and scandalous, making your face flush a deep, heated crimson. "You... you've been thinking about me like that?" you breathed, your voice trembling as the sheer audacity of his words sent a fresh wave of slick heat between your thighs.

“Don’t get me wrong, I do hate you,” He let out a low, chuckle, his grip on your ass tightening until it was almost painful. "But I've been obsessed with you, you stubborn girl. Every time you glared at me in the hallway, all I could think about was how much you'd moan if I ever got my hands on you."

He didn't wait for a response. His hand slid from your hip, the fabric of your skirt bunching up around your waist as his large, warm palm traveled upward. When his fingers finally brushed against the lace of your panties, you let out a sharp, broken gasp. The sensation of his rough skin against your sensitive, soaking wet heat was almost too much to bear.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice dropping into a filthy, commanding register as he felt the dampness through the thin fabric. "So much for hating me, huh? You're fucking soaking for me, Y/N." He leaned in, his nose brushing against yours, his breath hitching.

"Fuck... Changbin," you whimpered, your head thumping back against the brick as you arched your hips instinctively toward his hand. "Just... stop talking and do something. Please."

A smug, triumphant smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the classic Changbin expression, but this time, it was laced with pure lust. "As you wish, princess," he whispered, The friction of his calloused fingers against your lace panties was driving you to the brink of madness.

Changbin didn't hesitate; with a grunt, he hooked his thumbs into the elastic and dragged the fabric down, your legs still around his waist, baring your swollen, glistening heat to the cool night air. The sudden contact of the humid breeze against your clit made you shiver, but the warmth of his hand following immediately after was heaven.

"So fucking beautiful and wide open for me," he rasped, his voice thick with a hunger that made your eyes flutter. He used his thumbs to spread your labia, exposing the deep, pulsing pink of your slit. He down at you, his eyes devouring the sight of your wetness, watching as a single bead of nectar escaped and rolled down your thigh. "You're a fucking mess for me.."

He began to toy with you, his large thumb circling your engorged clit with a rhythmic, punishing pressure. You let out a loud, uninhibited moan, your hips bucking against his hand as you tried to grind yourself into his palm. "Mhmm" you moan out, your fingers digging into his muscular biceps, feeling the hard tension of his muscles beneath your touch.

"Yeah? You like that?" he teased, his smirk turning wicked as he increased the speed. He slowed his assault on your clit and slid two thick fingers deep inside you, stretching your tight walls with a sudden, forceful thrust that made your vision blur. The sensation of being filled by him, even just his fingers, was overwhelming. He began to pump them in and out, a wet, slapping sound echoing in the narrow alleyway as he combined the deep friction with the relentless teasing of his thumb on your clit.

"You're squeezing me like you never want me to stop," he mumbles, his head falling forward to press his forehead against yours.

The wet sound of his fingers inside you seemed to fuel his desperation. Changbin’s eyes were glazed, his usual cocky composure shattered by the sheer intensity of your reaction. He let out a ragged, shaky breath, his forehead still pressed against yours as he felt your walls clench rhythmically around his digits.

"Fuck, y/n... you're driving me insane," he rasped, his voice losing its edge of command and replacing it with a raw, needy vulnerability. He couldn't stand being this close to your face anymore; the eye contact was making his heart hammer against his ribs like a trapped animal.

With a sudden, forceful movement, he pulled his fingers out of you and grips your waist, pulling you down from his waist and spins you around. Before you could even gasp, he pressed your chest against the cold, damp brick wall of the alleyway. He bent you forward, forcing your hips up and back, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable in the dim light. The cool air hit your backside, making your skin prickle, but the heat radiating from his massive body behind you was overwhelming.

"Stay right there and don’t you fucking move," he whispers with a smile on his lips as he moves back. You could hear the frantic rustle of his clothes as he worked to free himself. When he finally pressed against you, you felt the heavy, hot weight of his cock encased in the slick latex of a condom brushing against your ass checks.

He leaned over you, his large, muscular chest crushing against your back, pinning you to the wall. One hand reached around to cup your breast through your shirt, squeezing firmly, while the other gripped your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh to hold you steady.

"Im itching to be inside you right now" he groans into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your shoulder. He guided his head to your opening, the tip of him probing your swollen folds. "Please, Changbin, just... just hurry and put it in!" you sobbed out, your voice cracking as you arched your back, pushing your ass back against him in a silent, desperate plea. The friction of his hard length against your clit was almost too much to bear, a delicious torture that made your vision swim with white sparks.

He let out a sound that was half groan, half whimper, his composure finally snapping completely. "Fuck... you're really going to be the death of me," he groaned, his voice thick and trembling. With one powerful, uncoordinated thrust, he buried himself inside you.

The sensation was staggering. You let out a sharp, high pitched cry that echoed off the narrow walls as your tight walls were forced to stretch and accommodate his massive girth. He felt huge, stretching you to your absolute limit, filling every empty inch of you with a heat so intense it felt like you were being branded from the inside out.

Changbin groans, his head falling onto your shoulder as he shuddered from the sheer impact of entering you. He stayed still for a moment, his heavy, frantic breathing the only sound in the alley, as he waited for your body to adjust to his size. His grip on your hip was bruising, his fingers trembling as he fought to maintain control.

Then, he began to move. It wasn't the calculated, dominant rhythm of a your enemy; it was the frantic, desperate pounding of a man desperate. He drove into you wildly, his hips slamming against yours with a loud, wet ‘twack’ that sent jolts of electricity straight to your core. Every thrust was deep, hitting your cervix and making your entire body quiver.

"You're so tight... squeezing me so fucking hard..." he gasped, his voice breaking with every lunge. He was losing himself in the sensation, his movements becoming more erratic and unhinged. He wasn't just taking you; he was surrendering to you, his body acting on pure, unadulterated instinct. He leaned down, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your nape, sucking and biting as he drove himself into you harder and faster, his entire muscular frame shaking with the effort of not coming too soon.

The friction was becoming unbearable, a delicious, agonizing tension that coiled tighter and tighter in the pit of your stomach. Every time Changbin’s heavy, condom clad length slammed into you, it sent a wave of sensation crashing through your nerves. The wet, rhythmic slapping of his thighs against your ass and the deep, bruising pressure of his thrusts were pushing you toward a precipice you couldn't escape. This goes on and on and on before you just couldn’t take it anymore

"Changbin... oh god, Changbin!" you screamed, your voice echoing through the alleyway. Your internal muscles began to spasm uncontrollably, clenching around him in frantic, rhythmic waves. The sensation of your walls milking him, squeezing his thick cock with desperate, pulsing intensity, was the final trigger.

A white hot explosion of pleasure ripped through your entire body. Your vision went dark, your head lalling back against his shoulder as a long, broken moan tore from your throat. You felt your entire core tighten into a singular, vibrating point of ecstasy, your pussy pulsing violently around him as you climaxed, the sheer force of it making your legs tremble and your knees buckle.

He felt your orgasm the way your tight, soaking walls clamped down on him like a vice, milking him with every frantic contraction. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that it nearly sent him over the edge right then and there. He let out a choked, desperate sound, his hips stuttering in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm as he tried to ride out the waves of your pleasure.

He was panting, his chest heaving against your back, his sweat dripping onto your skin. "You’re so fucking perfect," he whimpered, his voice trembling as he felt the aftershocks of your climax continuing to squeeze him. He didn't stop, though; he couldn't. He needed to cum. He needed to lose himself in you. He began to drive into you again, his thrusts even deeper and more frantic, driven by the sheer, lewd intensity of your wet, pulsing heat.

He gripped your waist so hard his knuckles turned white, his large hands anchoring you as he hammered into you with a punishing rhythm. Each thrust was a heavy, wet lunge that seemed to reach the very depths of your soul, the sound of his hips slapping against your skin echoing like a heartbeat in the silent alley.

"Fuck, y/n... keep squeezing me," he groaned, his voice a ragged, broken mess. He was chasing the edge, his movements becoming increasingly uncoordinated as his body reached its breaking point. He was being enslaved by the way your soaking, sensitive walls gripped his every movement. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he let out a series of low, desperate whimpers.

The sensation of your pulsing, post orgasmic heat was too much. As he drove himself into you one last, devastating time, his entire muscular frame stiffened. A guttural groan tore from his throat, a sound of pleasure, his hips locking against yours as he finally exploded.

You could feel the frantic, rhythmic pulsing of his cock inside you, the condom straining as he flooded it with his cum. He shuddered violently, his heavy weight pressing you hard against the brick wall as he came, his breath coming in long gasps. He stayed buried deep within you, his forehead resting heavily on your shoulder, his body trembling with the aftershocks of a climax that had completely leveled him.

"fuck..." he whispered, his voice barely audible, thick with exhaustion and a reverence you had never seen before. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the ragged, synchronized gasps of your breath and the distant hum of the city.

Changbin didn't pull out immediately; he seemed anchored to you, his massive, sweating body acting as a warm, heavy shield against the cool night air. He remained buried deep inside you, his forehead still pressed into the curve of your neck, his heart thudding a frantic, uneven rhythm against your spine.

Slowly, the violent tremors in his muscles began to subside, leaving him limp and spent. He let out a long, shaky exhale, a sound that was almost a sigh of relief. With a groan, he finally began to withdraw. The sensation of him sliding out of your swollen, sensitive heat was a slow, agonizingly delicious ache, leaving you feeling hollow and incredibly sensitive to the touch of the air.

He turned you around in his arms, his movements uncharacteristically gentle, as if he were afraid you might shatter. His hair was a mess, damp with sweat, and his eyes usually so sharp and intimidating were soft, glazed with a lingering, hazy lust and a profound sense of vulnerability. He looked at you not as a conquest, but as something sacred.

"Y/N..." he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. He reached up, his large, calloused thumb tracing the line of your lower lip, which was swollen from his kisses. He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then your nose, before finally capturing your lips in a kiss that was entirely different from the violent one before. This one was slow, sweet, and tasted of salt and shared secrets.

"I've been such a fucking idiot," he murmured against your lips, a self deprecating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes remained serious. He pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin, wrapping his muscular arms around you as if to shield you from the world. "I would’ve messed with you even more if i had know it would lead to this."

He couldn't help but miss the sound of your voice. But it was more than that, he missed the way you could make him feel grounded without even being in the same room.

The distance felt heavier tonight.

But after taking a breath, he finally go the courage, he felt around for him phone on his bed and opened it. The bright screen of the messages between the two, blinding him. His thumbs hovering over the keyboard. He wasn't one for flowery prose, but he wanted you to know he was thinking of you.

Jay: Still awake, or has Vegas swallowed you whole yet?

He paused, then added another, his pulse quickening slightly.

Jay: Missin' that voice of yours. It's too quiet here without you barkin' at me.

He tossed the phone onto the duvet, watching it glow. He squeezed his eyes shut, cursing his own impulsiveness. He was supposed to be the composed one, the steady rock, yet here he was, pining like a lovesick teenager while you were likely halfway through a bottle of champagne under the Vegas neon.

He waited, staring at the ceiling of his dark room, the silence of the apartment feeling deafening. Every minute that passed felt like an hour. He tried to convince himself he was being possessive, but it was more than that, it was a visceral, hollow ache. He wanted to be the one making you laugh, not just the one listening to the echoes of it through your insta story.

Finally, the screen lit up again.

You: Just got back to the room! The girls are passed out, but the music is still ringing in my ears. Vegas is absolute madness, Jay. You wouldn't believe the outfits we're wearing... 🙃

Jay felt a slow, heavy heat settle in his lower belly. The mental image of you in one of those "outfits" something bold, something that highlighted your curves and the radiance he knew so well was enough to make his breath hitch. He sat up, leaning his back against the headboard, the cool air of the room hitting his skin.

Jay: Outfits, eh? Sounds like a distraction. Hard to focus on sleep when you're describing how good you look in things you won’t show me.

He bit his lip, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He was pushing it, he knew. He was supposed to be letting you have your fun, but the distance was a torture he wasn't quite prepared for.

The silence of the room was thick, charged with the kind of electricity that only comes when two people are thinking the exact same thing from hundreds of miles apart. Jay watched the little typing bubbles dance on the screen, his pulse thrumming in his fingertips.

Finally, the notification pinged, making him jump slightly.

You: Oh? Is the big, tough Jay getting distracted by a little bit of fashion? 😉 And don't act like you wouldn't love to see them. If you were here, you wouldn't be sleeping at all.

Jay let out a low, ragged exhale, a sound that was half groan, half laugh. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darkening as the teasing tone of your text hit him like a physical weight. You knew exactly what you were doing. You were playing with fire, poking at the hunger he’d been trying to suppress since the moment you boarded that plane.

Jay: Don't tease me, baby. You know damn well what that does to me. You're thousands of miles away, acting like a menace while I'm sitting here losing my mind.

He shifted, the fabric of his sleep shorts rubbing against his semi erect cock, making the ache down there almost unbearable. He couldn't help it; he needed to push back, to bridge the gap between the teasing and the truth.

Jay: If I were there right now... you wouldn't be talking about your outfits. You'd be too busy trying to run away from my dick. But since we’re talking about your outfit, how about you send me a picture of how it looked on you.”

Jay's heart was hammering against his ribs. He knew he was being greedy, pushing for a visual when he should be letting you rest, but the hunger was a living thing in his gut, gnawing at his composure. He could almost see you through the screen the warm glow of the hotel lamp hitting your pretty skin, the mischievous glint in your eyes as you read his demand.

The typing bubbles appeared, then vanished.

They appeared again. He held his breath, his hand instinctively sliding down to the waistband of his shorts, his thumb grazing the heat of himself through the fabric. The anticipation was a slow torture.

Finally, the phone chimed with a distinct, heavy ‘ding’. A photo.

Jay's breath hitched as the image loaded. You were standing in front of the full length mirror in your hotel room, the lighting soft and flattering.

You were wearing a dress that left very little to the imagination. A shimmering, deep emerald silk that clung to every curve of your curvy frame, the neckline dipping dangerously low to showcase the plumpness of your breast. The slit up the side showed off the length of your long legs, and the way you were looking at the camera... it wasn't just a casual snap. It surely meant for him.

You: Is this enough of a distraction for you, love? But be careful though... you might not make it through the night if you keep asking for more lol .

Jay let out a choked sound, a low groan that vibrated in his throat. He felt the blood rush to his face and his groin simultaneously.

Jay: Fuck... you're trying to kill me, aren't you? You look incredible. God, you look so fucking sexy.

The friction of the fabric against his skin was no longer enough. Jay's hand slid beneath the waistband of his shorts, his fingers curling around his length with a desperate, uncoordinated urgency. He stared at the photo, his eyes tracing the curve of your waist and the swell of your breasts beneath that emerald silk, until the image felt less like a picture and more like a memory he could touch.

He was breathing hard now, the sound of his own ragged gasps filling the quiet room. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you not just in the dress, but the way you'd look with it bunched around your waist, your skin glowing under his touch, as he fucked you from behind with no intention of stopping.

He suddenly got an idea. If you wanted to play this game, he was more than happy to raise the stakes. He wasn't usually one for doing this, but the hunger in his gut outweighed his usual reserve. He wanted you to see exactly what you were doing to him to see the physical evidence of how much he craved you.

With a low, ragged exhale, he shifted his position, propping himself up against the pillows. He slid his shorts down, his fingers gripping his length firmly, guiding it into the light. He focused his gaze, trying to steady his shaking hand as he angled the phone.

The resulting photo was stark and intimate. His cock was fully erect, thick and heavy, the skin stretched tight and glistening. The veins were prominent, mapping out the intensity of his arousal, and the head was a deep, flushed red, leaking a few stray beads of pre cum that caught the dim light of the room. His hand, large and scarred, was wrapped around the base, his fingers digging slightly into his own skin, conveying the sheer force of his need.

He hit send, his lips curling.

Jay: does this make you want to come home any sooner?

The silence that followed the sent message was agonizing. Jay lay there, chest heaving, the cool air of the room doing nothing to dampen the feverish heat radiating from his groin. He felt exposed, not just because of the photo, but because of the raw, unadulterated desire he'd just laid bare. He was a man of control, a man who prided himself on being the steady hand in a storm, but you had stripped that away with a single emerald dress and a teasing text.

He stared at the ceiling, his hand still resting heavily over his pulsing length, his thumb tracing the underside of his tip as he waited. Every second felt like a minute; every minute felt like an eternity. All he could focus on was the tiny, glowing screen on the duvet.

Then, the phone vibrated. Not a text. A call.

Jay's heart nearly leapt out of his chest. He scrambled to grab the device, his fingers slightly clumsy as he swiped to answer. He didn't even bother to pull his shorts back up, sitting up against the headboard with his breathing still ragged and uneven.

"Hello?" he rasped, his voice dropping an octave, sounding deeper and more gravelly than usual.

"Jay..." your voice came through the speaker, soft and breathless, a stark contrast to the loud, chaotic world you were supposed to be in. There was a tremor in your tone that told him everything he needed to know.

Jay leaned back, his eyes closing as he listened to the sound of your breath hitch. The silence between your words was heavy, thick with a tension that seemed to bridge the hundreds of miles separating you.

"I... I can't stop thinking about it," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "The way you looked in that photo.. So hard and throbbing. " There was a rustle of fabric, the unmistakable sound of silk sliding against skin.

He heard a soft, shallow moan escape your lips, and his grip on his own length tightened instinctively. "Fuck..” his voice low and rough. "Tell me exactly what you're doing."

There was a short pause.

"I'm... I'm touching myself," you confessed, your voice dropping to a sultry, private murmur. "I just had to see if I could feel you, even while in Vegas." He could hear the faint sound of your fingers moving, the wet, rhythmic friction that made his blood boil. "My skin is so hot, Jay. I'm imagining your hands instead of mine... imagining how you'd pull me toward you and..." You gasped, a small, sharp sound of pleasure. "Oh god, I'm so wet for you, Jay. I can feel myself aching and-ngh~ d-dripping just thinking about you being here."

Jay's breath hitched, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his own hardening length. “Fuck, more..” Jay begins to stroke his cock, “Tell me more,”

“Ngh-E-Every time I close my eyes, it's not my hand I feel... it's you. It's your large, pretty hands pulling my hips back, your thumb finding that perfect, sensitive spot..."A sharp, broken moan escaped your lips, a sound so filled with pure, unadulterated need that Jay felt a phantom ache in his very bones.

"I'm rubbing myself just the way you like," you whimpered, the wet, slick sound of your fingers becoming more pronounced. "I'm imagining you're right here, watching me... doing it for me. God, Jay... this feels soo good.”

"Don't stop," Jay growled, his voice low. He began to move his hand in a frantic, punishing rhythm, his hips hitching as he pictured you in that dim hotel light. "You're driving me fucking crazy, baby." he groans, his voice a dark, desperate rumble. "If I were there, I'd have you face down on that bed, that dress thrown across the room, and fuck that pretty, wet pussy senseless, making sure you forgot every other person in that city." His grip on himself was so tight.

You gasp at his words, the sound of your wet, slick friction was a torture Jay hadn't prepared for. It was a rhythmic, desperate sound that echoed in his ear, driving him to the brink of madness. He could almost see you the way your head would be thrown back, your beautiful, messy hair against the hotel pillows, your pretty skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as you worked yourself into a frenzy.

Jay groaned, his voice breaking as he increased the speed of his hand, his thumb dragging heavily over the sensitive head of his cock. "Tell me how your pussy feels right now, baby. Tell me how tight it is for me."

It took you a minute to speak, "it's soo tight, Jay," you whimpered, a broken, high pitched sound escaping you. "My fingers are sliding in and out... it's so slick, so wet... I can feel my pulse throbbing inside me. I'm imagining it's you... your thick, heavy cock stretching me open, filling me up until there's no room left for anything else, shit~”

Jay let out a choked, guttural sound, his hips bucking off the bed. The mental image was too much the sensation of you clenching around him, the heat, the sheer, unbridled friction. "Fuck, you're going to be the death of me," he rasped, his breathing coming in short, jagged bursts.

"Pleaseee..." you sobbed, the sound of your fingers working faster, more frantic, becoming a wet, slapping cadence. "I want you to fuck me... I want to feel you so deep inside me... oh god, Jay, it's so close... I’m so close..."

"Do it then," he commanded, his voice a low, desperate snarl as he neared his own limit. He was close, so fucking close, the tension in his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. "Cum for me, baby. Let me hear you scream. Let me hear how much you want me."

The air in both rooms seemed to vibrate with the intensity of it. You let out a long, shattered cry, your voice cracking as the first wave of your orgasm hit. It was a violent, beautiful thing. Your body arching off the bed, your fingers digging into your own thighs as your tight pussy clamped down in rhythmic, pulsing contractions. "Jay!" you screamed, the name a desperate plea as the pleasure flooded your system, leaving you gasping and trembling in the dark.

The sound of your climax was the final trigger for him. Jay’s eyes rolled back in his head, his entire body stiffening as he reached his breaking point. He let out a raw, animalistic roar, his hips thrusting upward one last time as he came. He felt the hot, thick jets of his seed erupting from him, landing right on his chest. He was shaking, his muscles twitching with the intensity of the sensation, his breath hitching in a series of broken, heavy sobs as he emptied himself.

Jay slumped back against the pillows, his chest still heaving, his hand still loosely gripping his spent, pulsing cock. He felt drained, hollowed out in the best possible way, yet the ache for you hadn't truly left, it had just transformed into a deep, quiet longing.

"Baby..." he finally managed to rasp, his voice barely a whisper, thick with emotion. "You still there?"

He waited, listening to the soft, sleepy sounds of your breathing on the other end, a small, lopsided smile tugging at his lips. Even through a phone, even across the miles, he had never felt closer to you.

"Yeah..." you breathed, your voice a mere thread of sound, sounding utterly wrecked and beautifully undone. "Still here. God, Jay... my heart is racing so fast, I feel like I'm floating."

Jay let out a long, shuddering exhale, closing his eyes to savor the afterglow. The tension that had been coiled so tightly in his gut had finally unraveled, leaving him feeling heavy and languid, though his skin still hummed with the phantom sensation of your voice. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, his mind still replaying the way you had screamed his name.

"You're a menace," he murmured, though there was no bite in it, only a profound, aching tenderness. "A beautiful, absolute menace. You leave me for Vegas, left me alone in this quiet fucking house, and then you do that to me over a phone call."

He could hear the soft rustle of the sheets on your end as you settled back into your pillows, the sound of you trying to find comfort in the wake of your climax.

"It was worth it," you teased weakly, a tiny, sleepy laugh bubbling up. "You sounded so... hot. I loved it."

Jay chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that vibrated deep in his chest.

"Don't get cocky, love," he warned, though his eyes were soft. "Because when you get back... when you finally walk through that door... the phone won't be enough. I'm going to spend the first three days making up for every single second of this distance. You won't even be able to walk, let alone go out in those 'outfits' of yours."

He paused, his voice dropping to a soft, vulnerable register he rarely allowed anyone to hear. "I missed you. More than I thought was possible."

✧꡴

"Why can’t you just- ugh, fuck, you're so tight- Admit that he-ngh, likes you, shit," Yunho plunged his cock deep into your heat, bottoming inside you, groaning, stilling his movements as he grips your hips with a powerful grip.

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. It's familiar, comforting...and yet, it stirs something dark and possessive within him. Something that whispers insistently in his ear, telling him that you belongs to him and him alone.

He smirk into your neck as he feels you tighten around his cock, your heat clenching down on him like a vice. He knows just how to push your buttons, to drive you absolutely wild with lust. And he loves every second of it.

His hips start to move again, slowly, teasingly, letting you feel every thick inch of him. He keeps his grip on your hips firm, almost bruising in its intensity.

As much as he wants to keep going, to pound into you until you’re both screaming in ecstasy, Yunho knows he needs to get his point across first. He leans in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "Admit that I'm right about Michael. That he likes you, that he fucking wants you. Say it, and maybe I'll let you cum."

He punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, his cock hitting your g-spot dead-on. He grins at the choked moan that escapes your lips, knowing he's got you right where he wants you. You shake your head repeatedly, your mind blanking at the feeling of his cock, hoping you get your point across about Michael.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth possessively. At the same time, he reaches between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. He can feel you starting to tremble beneath him, your orgasm building rapidly under his skilled touch.

He tugs on your lower lip with his teeth as he pulls away slowly before letting it go with a chuckle as you moan softly. His piercing brown eyes bore into your eyes in the darkness of the car, almost like he's trying to see straight into their soul.

“You're mine, Y/N. All mines. Can you say it for me, love? Say you're mine," Yunho whispers, his voice dripping with possessiveness and love. He pulls out, slowly, tauntingly, the cool air hitting your flushed skin before he slams back in, setting a brutal pace that leaves you both panting and moaning. “I’m yours! Ngh, Fuck, yours.” You gasp out, head falling back against his steering wheel.

His eyes darken with intent as he hears you gasp out those sweet words.

"Fuck yes, you are," he whispers, his hips snapping forward with a sharp movement . The car rocks with each powerful thrust, the windows fogging up from the heat of your passion. Yunho can feel his own release approaching, his balls drawing up tight against his body as he chases his pleasure.

He leans down, capturing your lips in another bruising kiss, swallowing down your moans and cries. His hand moves from your clit to your throat, squeezing lightly, just enough to make you gasp.

"My perfect girl, my beautiful love," he rasps against their lips, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. "I'm going to fill you up, okay? Fill you with my babies." At those words, He feels your walls clench around him like a vise, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of ecstasy. He groans, the sensation sending shivers down his spine and making his cock throb inside.

"Fuck, that's it," he mutters, his hips continuing even as your body trembles beneath him. "Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock like the good girl you are."

With a final, brutal thrust, Yunho buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed into their willing body. He groans long and low, his face pressed against their neck, breathing in their scent as he rides out the waves of his orgasm, his body shaking.

Slowly, he pulls out, watching in satisfaction as his cum leaks out of your well-used hole. He scoops some up with his fingers, bringing them to your lips.

"Clean up your mess, baby," he purrs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "And then we'll go get that ramen I've been craving. After all, I worked hard for it, didn't I?"

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Jay woke up to the soft glow of sunlight creeping through the curtains, his mind still heavy with sleep. He shifted slightly, feeling the warmth beside him before he even opened his eyes. Turning his head, his heat warmed.

You were there, lying next to him, your face calm and relaxed in sleep. For a second, he just stared, the steady rise and fall of your breathing pulling him fully into the moment. Your hair was a little messy, splayed out across the pillow, and there was a peacefulness in your expression that made his chest tighten.

Jay’s large hand slid lazily down your side, fingertips tracing idle patterns against your smooth skin. He hummed low in his throat, nuzzling deeper into the crook of your neck to breathe in more of that intoxicating floral scent. Vanilla and jasmine, with just a hint of something uniquely you...it made his head swim in the best way.

A sleepy murmur tumbled from your lips, your brow furrowing slightly as if trying to surface from the haze of slumber. Jay watched with hooded eyes, thoroughly entranced by the play of emotions flitting across your face - the way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks, that small pink tongue darting out to wet your lips.

His hand continued its teasing path lower, tracing over the dip of your belly before venturing down to cup your mound. He could feel the heat radiating off you, the soft dampness even through the thin barrier of your panties. Growling low in his throat, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and tugged them down your legs, baring you completely to his hungry gaze.

"Shit..." Jay rasped out, voice rough with lust. He parted your thighs, settling himself between them as he used his knees to spread you wide open. The visual alone was almost enough to make him come undone - your glistening folds, swollen and inviting, just begging to be tasted. He had to swallow thickly, blinking away the haze of desire clouding his vision.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight - swollen lips parted invitingly, slick with your arousal. The tempting scent of your musk filled his nostrils, making his cock throb almost painfully against his sweats.

"Fuck...look at this pretty little cunt..." he rasped out, voice gravelly with lust. "Bet you taste even sweeter than you smell, angel face."

Grasping your hips for leverage, Unable to resist any longer, he ducked his head, dragging the flat of his tongue along your slit in one long, slow lick. He groaned at the taste of you - sweet and tangy. The flavor burst across his tongue, making his body shudder with pleasure.

Throwing himself into it, he sealed his mouth over your clit, sucking the sensitive bud between his lips as he flicked his tongue rapidly over it. All the while, he kept his eyes locked on your sleeping face, watching the way your brow furrowed, how you bit your lip to stifle the moans he could feel rumbling through you.

"Mmmph...that's it, baby. Gonna make you feel so' good..." Jay mumbled against your heated flesh, the words slightly muffled. He lapped at you hungrily, tongue delving deep to gather up every drop of your sweet nectar.

At the same time, he slid both hands beneath your thighs, tilting your pelvis upwards so he could thrust his tongue deep into your entrance.

He fucked you with his tongue - a filthy, obscene sound that filled the quiet bedroom. Jay lapped and slurped at you, reveling in the way you squirmed and clenched around the invasive muscle. Every now and then he'd pull back, blowing cool air over your swollen clit before diving back in, alternating between broad licks and targeted flicks.

He could feel his own arousal growing, cock throbbing insistently where it lay trapped against in his sweats. But he ignored it for now, determined to bring you to the edge first. To make you come undone on his tongue before he even thought about sliding into your tight, wet heat. Jay was nothing if not a patient man when it came to pleasuring his woman...

Suddenly, your eyes fluttered open, blinking slowly as you surfaced from the haze of sleep. It took a moment for you to register the sensation of Jay’s mouth on your most intimate parts, his tongue lapping hungrily at your slick folds. A breathy gasp escaped your lips when realization hit, back arching off the bed as a jolt of electric pleasure shot through your core.

He glanced up at you through his lashes, mouth still working between your thighs as he drank in the sight of you - cheeks flushed, lips parted, gaze hazy with pleasure.

"Mornin'..." he rasped out, voice still rough and gravelly with sleep. He smirked, the self-satisfied expression clear even with his face buried in your cunt. "And here I thought you were gonna sleep right through me eating this pretty pussy of yours."

One hand flew down to tangle in his hair, fingers twisting in the silky strands as you tried to ground yourself. It was almost too much, waking up to him between your thighs like this, his skilled mouth driving you rapidly towards the edge.

Jay merely hummed in response, the vibrations sending delicious shivers racing down your spine. He redoubled his efforts, tongue delving deep to fuck your hole as he sucked hard on your clit. The filthy wet sounds of his ministrations filled the room, punctuated by your breathy moans and whimpers as you squirmed beneath him.

"Let me hear those sweet little noises..." Jay mumble against your slick flesh, the words muffled but no less arousing. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, holding her open and exposed as he feasted on you like a man starved. He was relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure, tongue and lips working in tandem to drive you wild with need.

He could feel her growing more aroused by the second, the evidence of her desire coating his tongue and dripping down his chin. The knowledge that he was the one causing such a reaction in her never failed to turn him on, his cock throbbing insistently against the bed.

You could feel the scrape of his slight stubble, the hot puffs of his breath fanning over your sensitive flesh with each pass of his tongue. It was almost too much to bear, the intensity of it, but you didn't want him to stop. Couldn't stop the needy little moans and whimpers spilling from your lips.

"Oh god...Yes...Just like that..." you panted out, hips rolling instinctively to meet his eager mouth.

"F-fuck...that feels...nngh..." You squirmed, unashamed in your need. You learned by now that Jay loved it when you were vocal, when you let him hear just how good he made you feel. So you didn't hold back, hips rolling shamelessly against his face as you chased your pleasure. There was something so erotic about watching him between your thighs, seeing the way his eyes glazed over with lust as he devoured you.

"Baby, I'm...I'm gonna...shit!" Your orgasm crashed over you suddenly, a tidal wave of ecstasy that left you shaking and gasping for breath. Your thighs clamped around his head, holding him in place as you rode out the aftershocks, grinding against his tongue through the intensity. When you finally collapsed back against the bed, chest heaving, Jay was still there - still lapping at your oversensitive flesh, drawing out every last spark of pleasure until you were boneless and sated.

Feeling your shuddering thighs relax their vice grip on his head, he finally pulled back with a lewd slurp, licking his lips to savor the lingering taste of your essence. A smug, satisfied grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he crawled up your body, settling his weight on top of you.

"Mornin' again, gorgeous..." he rasped, voice still husky from his ministrations between your legs. Jay nuzzled into the crook of your neck, pressing a few lazy kisses to your racing pulse point. "I could get used to waking up to the taste of this sweet pussy every day."

Jay pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded with desire. A lazy smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, fingertips trailing lightly over your cheek.

"Mmm, as much as I love starting the day with my face buried in this sweet cunt, we should probably think about getting up, don't you think?" he murmured, voice like gravel. "Though I gotta say, staying in bed with you all day sounds pretty damn tempting right about now."

To emphasize his point, he rolled his hips, grinding his pulsing cock against you in a slow, deliberate motion. The friction made him hiss through his teeth, eyes fluttering shut briefly as pleasure jolted through him. When he opened them again, they were molten with renewed hunger.

"But I suppose we should at least pretend to be responsible adults for a little while, huh angel?" He chuckled lowly, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your mouth before reluctantly pulling away to sit up. "How about some breakfast? I'll whip us up something good if you come keep me company in the kitchen."

He offered you his hand, an unspoken invitation. Even after all this time together, the simple act of touching him still sent a thrill down your spine. Jay’s skin was warm, rough with calluses where his fingers brushed against your own. He had an effortless strength to him, borne from years of physical labor, and you never failed to find it incredibly attractive.

"C'mon, beautiful..." Jay cajoled with a wink, giving your hand a gentle tug. "Let's see if we can't rustle up some grub that'll stick to our ribs. Gotta keep our energy up if we're gonna be spending all day in bed later, yeah?"

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For the 3rd time, you press the door bell.

No answer.

You quickly whip out your phone and access your contacts, scrolling down until you find Jeongin's name. You had exchanged numbers a few days ago when yall became biology lab partners, and since then, you guys had exchanged only a few texts. As you looked at your previous conversation, you noticed that it was Jeongin who had started the exchange, but only to send his address and how his house looked. Nothing that interested you at all. Standing in front of his door, you shoot him a message.

Y/N: I’m here..

2 minutes later and still nothing.

Y/N: Hellooo??

Sighing, you put your phone in your pocket and look at the door once more before leaving. You forced yourself to believe he didn’t want to work with you. You turn back to your car, feeling a mix of disappointment and irritation. Suddenly, you hear a faint crash, as if something had been knocked over, come from somewhere above you. Specifically inside the same very house that you assumed was empty.

Your ears perk up, trying to catch anything else. You look up and notice the window on the left side of the 2 story house. The window appeared to be open, with the curtains pulled back. As you stand there, trying to make sense of what’s going on, you hear another faint noise coming from the open window. It’s muffled, but it sounds like something, or someone speaking.

You hesitate for a moment, debating whether to mind your business or not, but eventually curiosity gets the best of you. You walk over to the door and pause when you reach it. You swallow the lump in your throat as you hesitantly, with shaky hands grab hold of the knob and twist it. Much to your surprise, the door is unlocked.

Your heart sinks as reasons as to why his front door was unlocked came rushing in your head. Was he ok? Did someone break in? Where is he? You twist the door knob all the way and open the door, a cold rush of air smacking you in the face. Carefully stepping inside the house, quietly closing the door behind you.

The hallway is dimly lit, and you strain your eyes to see in the faint light. Glancing around, you notice a staircase on the opposite side of the narrow hall, leading up to the second floor. You lift your foot and take a tentative step forward, heading towards the stair case. The sound of your own footsteps echoing through the emptiness seems louder than it should be.

Climbing the staircase, you can hear muffled sounds coming from the first door on the left side of the upstairs hallway. Up the stairs, you slowly walk toward the door and the muffled sounds begin to get somewhat louder. You wouldn’t be able to hear it if you weren’t concentrating.

Nearing the door, your heart beats just a tad bit faster. The door seems to be ajar, leaving a tiny small gap and the frame. Your curiosity runs deep as you press your eye between the door and the frame, hoping jeongin was inside and well.

From what you can see, the space is dimly lit, with the window curtains slightly askew, allowing a sliver of sunlight to filter in, like you had saw outside. The room is dominated by a King-sized bed, disheveled with rumpled sheets and pillows strewn about. The walls screamed jeongin. There were pictures of what you’re assuming was his family and posters of rock, pop bands everywhere. Even Pokémon.

But that’s not what caught your eyes though. Far from it.

In the center of the bed, you see a shirtless Jeongin, his lean and muscular body revealed. His back slightly arched off the bed, his eyes closed, a look of intense concentration etched on his face. His veiny hand is moving beneath the waistband of his shorts slowly, as if teasing himself, his other hand gripping his dark blue bed sheet. His chest rises and falls with each sharp breath, and beads of sweat glisten on his pale skin. He opens his fox eyes and they immediately go to the computer screen that was laying on his bed.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him in awe. Never in a million years would you ever think you’d see something like this in broad daylight. Let alone jeongin. Your eyes lids flutter as Jeongin's face gets flushed, with sweat glistens on his collarbone and between each of his abs. You could see the print of him in his shorts as he stroked himself slowly as he watched whatever it was he was looking at.

With each stroke, Jeongin’s body trembles and his hips thrust into his hand beneath the shorts, cute and throaty groans were coming from his parted lips. Those groans shot straight to your core, thighs mindlessly pressing together. You wanted to see him. To see the cock that he was stroking. You felt ashamed of yourself. You came over to work on a project, not ogle him as he touched himself.

But.. you can’t look away.

As if he read your mind, his body arches off the bed as he slips his hand out of his boxers, the shape of his cock throbbing and begging for release under his thin shorts. His hands move with urgency as he grabs each side of his shorts with both his hands and pulls them down to his thighs. His lower half is now exposed, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs, quickly being pushed down to his thighs as well.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip, feeling the way your heart raced. A flicker of his cock as it springs free from its confines, thick and throbbing, made your breath catch in your throat, lady parts clenching in response to such an exotic sight.

His erection stood firm, his pale pink tip begging for attention as a clear substance leaked around it. You couldn't help but imagine how it would feel, how it would taste. You couldn't help but shift around by the door, your hand slowly trailing up your body, towards your chest. You weren’t surprised when you felt your pebbled nipples straining against your thin yellow tank, eyes never leaving Jeongin.

Jeongin let his hand slowly wander down to his cock, tracing his fingers along the length of it, his touch gentle yet firm. His breathing hitched as his fingers wrap around his thick, slightly palish pink shaft.

You could see some of his precum dripping down to his full balls, the sensation making him thrust into his hand once, his eyes focused on himself. His hand wrapped around his cock fully, his long fingers covering his whole base. His left thumb circling the tip in slow, teasing circles as presses his thumb against it.

"Ah, fuck," he breathed out, his hips thrusting into his hand once more. "A-ah... Y/N..." he whimpered, voice cracking with need. "I can't... I need...Ungh!" Stifled whimpers tumbled from his lips as he worked himself faster, desperately chasing release. By now, your panties were soaked, thighs trembling as you rubbed them together. Jeongin’s cries stirred a molten ache deep in your core. You bit your lip hard, fighting back a moan from hearing your name on his pretty tongue.

Suddenly, jeongins eyes flutters open as if he could sense your presence. He turns his head and spots you, frozen in his doorway, eyes glued to his throbbing cock. A mix of shock and arousal flashes across his face as you both make eye contact, both of you guys stunned. "Shit! Y/N? W-what are you doing here?" He stammers, quickly moving to cover himself with his hands. But he makes no move to get up off the bed. His hand covers his base but you could still very much see the tip.

You turn your head away, clearling your throat as if you haven’t been watching him this entire time. There was an uncomfortable silence stretched across his room and from where you stood. The awkward silence stretches between yall, neither moving nor speaking. You guild your eyes away from your left shoe and slowly back towards Jeongin.

Much to your surprise, he was already staring at you, eyes filled with something you couldn’t pinpoint. With a shaky breath and cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, he speaks, “I-I wasn't... I mean, I didn't expect you to just—" he stammers again "This isn't what it looks like-“

You raise an eyebrow, glad for the atmosphere change. “Oh, really? Because.. if you ask me, it almost sounds to me like you were just.. touching yourself.. to me?” The look on your face didn’t match with your tone and as much as you wanted to seem serious, you couldn’t help but find this situation.. funny.

Definitely erotic.

Before you could stop yourself, you open the door a bit wider and step inside. You keep your gaze on jeongin as you shut the door behind you. You walk towards his desk, which was on the left side of his bed, where you could get a solid view on him. He still had his hand covering his junk, with his chest still in view.

Never in your wildest dreams ..

You sit down on the side of his bed.

“No need to be embarrassed, Jeongin," You say, hesitating before reaching out to brush a stray, black lock of hair from his forehead. He hisses at the contact. "We all have needs. There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself, hell I’m not even supposed to be in your house." You giggle at the last part.

His fox eyes were so sincere and pretty that you had to force yourself from gazing into them for so long. They were so hypnotizing, that you almost spilled all your secrets to him, especially about that very crush you had on him. But you guess it probably wouldn’t be so bad, considering the situation.

"This isn't... I wasn't..." Again, he stammers, struggling to find the right words. You glance down to see that his cock was still painfully hard, straining against his hand as he tried desperately to cover himself. "I don’t want you to see me like this. It's embarrassing." His low and husky voice sent a shiver through your body.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, his voice barely audible. "I know it's weird. I just... I can't stop. I can’t stop thinking about you. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is your face. Your body. It's driving me crazy, nuts, even."

Jeongin’s confession hangs heavy in the air between you both. Your heart races at his admission, a thrill running through you at knowing you affect him so deeply. You could see the conflict in his eyes - the desire warring with the embarrassment and uncertainty.

Slowly, deliberately, you lean in closer, your breasts hidden behind your tank, presses against his arm. The heat of his skin seeps through the thin fabric of your top, making your nipples harden in response. You let out a soft, breathy sigh, lips mere inches from his ear.

"Jeongin..." You whisper, your voice low and sultry. "Again, There's no need to be embarrassed. It's only natural to crave what you want...to long for someone so badly it consumes your thoughts."

Your hands trails down from his forehead, ghosting over his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing. You let your fingers dance along his v-line, teasing at the sensitive skin just above his hipbone. His eyes flutter shut as he lets out a small sigh, his body shuddering as he slowly uses his hips to slowly thrust against his hands, that he was supposedly supposed to be using to hide his cock from you.

“F-fuck.. Y/N, I can’t hold back anymore.. It hurts.” He opens his hooded eyes to look at you, proving his point. You glanced down at his fingers to see that his hand was fully wrapped around his cock and was slowly rubbing himself, his thumb against his sticky slit.

It was all so Raw.

Knowing you had his utmost attention, you reached down and slipped off your top, followed by your bra. You needed to have him comfortable, if he had his Willy out, you might as well take your cherries out. He lets out a gasp and his hand increasing at a steady pace as he stares at your breast. You grab his unattended hand and guild it up to your right breast and he immediately gives it a firm squeeze, letting out a guttural groan.

You bite your lip as he fondles your breast, his eyes never leaving your chest as he jerks himself. You couldn’t help but let your hand trail down his body, past his happy trail and right on top of his hand. You cupped his hand, following the movements he was doing to himself. His head drops back, his breath catches in his throat as your hand joins him. You watch in awe as your hand wraps around his veiny base and gasp at how it twitches in your grasp.

Jeongin’s head falls back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on the exquisite sensation of your small hand wrapped around his aching cock. His hips thrust up into your grip, seeking more of that delicious friction. His fox eyes flutter shut, long lashes casting spiky shadows on his flushed cheeks. Trembling thighs fall open in shameless invitation, baring his most intimate places to your hungry gaze.

"Ahh... Your hand, S-shit," he whimpers, voice cracking with desperation. "Fuck, faster... Please."

Coherent words fail him as jolts of electric pleasure radiate from where you stroke him. Jeongin's lean body undulates sinuously, back arching off the mattress. Modest chest heaves with panting breaths, pebbled nipples standing out in stark relief against his pale skin. The dusky points beg for the wet heat of your mouth.

One slim hand fists in the sheets, knuckles going white. The other still wrapped around your breast, palming and squeezing like his life depends on it.

Jeongin's cock twitches and pulses in your grip, weeping copious amounts of pre-cum. The musky scent of his arousal perfumes the air, stoking the flames of your own desire. He's so hard it looks painful, the thick shaft throbbing in time with his racing heartbeat. His hips buck upwards with a sharp thrust, fucking into the tight channel created by your hands. Lewd squelching noises fill the room as you work him over, driving him quickly towards the edge.

"Fuck, Y/N," he pants, voice strained with pleasure. "Feels so good... Don't stop, please don't stop."

His cock is an angry red, veins bulging along the thick length. Perly pre-cum dribbles steadily from the flushed tip, coating your fingers and making the glide deliciously slick. Jeongin’s whole body trembles, muscles taut and coiled like a spring ready to snap. His breathing grows ragged, punctuated by needy whimpers and moans. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room as he thrusts into your hand with wild abandon, making your bite your lip.

One of his hands slides down to join yours at the base of his cock. He wraps long, slender fingers around your wrist, fingers interlacing as you stroke him together. The added friction sends sparks of white-hot pleasure shooting up his spine.

"Y/N, I'm gonna... F-fuck!" he warns through gritted teeth as his climax hits him like a freight train, back arching so sharply it almost hurts. His toes curling from the sheer force of his orgasm. Thick strings of pearlescent cum erupt from his twitching cock, striping and splattering his torso and flat stomach in a seemingly, endless flow. The creamy fluid drips down his defined abs, pooling in his navel.

You watch as his hips buck erratically, riding out the waves of pleasure crashing over him. His hand tightening around your wrist, guiding your strokes as he chases every last drop. When the final shudder wracks through him, he collapses back against the mattress, spent.

Cheeks flushed and eyes glazed, Jeongin looks utterly debauched. His black hair is mussed, sticking to his damp forehead. Cum glistens on his skin, a lewd reminder of his climax. He pants heavily, struggling to catch his breath.

His spent cock gives a valiant twitch as you continue to lazily stroke him through the aftermath.

"That was... fuck, amazing," He pants, slowly coming back to himself. Hazy, brown eyes open to gaze at you adoringly. "you’re amazing"

You stare down at him with a genuine smile, your eyes filled with a deep sense of joy. You lean down and gently kiss him on his temple, a gasp coming from his slightly parted lips. He gazes up at you with wide, hopeful eyes when you pull away.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done, because we’re far from it.”

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It was a Saturday evening, A movie night. You were in changbin bed, cuddled up comfortably under the warm covers, the soft blankets wrapping you snugly like a cocoon. The room was lit by the soft glow of the TV across from the bed, casting a comfortable light over the room.

Changbin disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you to wait alone on the bed. The movie was playing, it was the start of “Scream” so nothing scary yet. You found yourself stealing glances at the door every so often as if trying to call Changbin back faster with your impatient gazes.

As if sensing your impatience gazes, Changbin returns, making his way back over to the bed with a small smile. He slides back under the covers, crawling back in beside you and settling in next to you. He adjusts the covers to make sure he’s comfortable before you feel the weight of his strong arms as he pulls you onto his lap, which causes you to gasp.

Despite your shyness, you snuggle back against his chest as you snuggle in. Binnie wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you close to his chest, your body in between his legs. The warmth of his body seeped through your clothes, making you feel safe and protected in his embrace. His chin rested on top of your head, his breath ruffling your hair gently with each exhale

"You're so cute when you're shy," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in his chest. He starts to trace his fingers lightly across your stomach, gently caressing your skin under the oversized shirt. His touch is soothing and intimate, sending tingles through your body.

His lips brushes against your ear as he leans in close. The scent of his cologne, mixed with the clean smell of his skin, fills your senses.

He shifts slightly beneath you, adjusting his position to press his hips more firmly against your backside. The warmth of his body radiates through the thin fabric of his pajama pants, making you acutely aware of how close you are.

On the TV, the movie continues to play, the tension building as the characters find themselves in increasingly dangerous situations. But in this moment, snuggled up in his embrace, the world outside seems far away.

As Changbins hands explores your body, one of them suddenly darts up under your shirt, his palm pressing flat against your bare skin. His touch was hot and electric, making you gasp. Slowly, teasingly, he dragged his hand up your torso, over the quivering planes of your stomach, until he cupped one of your full breasts in his large palm, causing you to gasp.

He stays quiet as he keeps his gaze on the tv, as if he doesn’t know what he’s doing. In his head, he was more surprised about you not wearing a bra.. and it turned him on.

His fingertips lightly graze the sensitive skin of your nipple. The sudden sensation sends a jolt of electricity through your body, causing you to arch your back ever so slightly against his touch. He continues to act as if nothing unusual is happening, his attention seemingly fixed on the movie playing on the TV.

But you can feel the way his muscles tense beneath you, the subtle shift of his hips pressing more firmly against your backside. His breathing grows slightly heavier, though his expression remains impassive.

As the movie plays on, the tension builds. On screen, a character cautiously enters a darkened room, the camera angle obscuring what horrors might await. The first scream from the movie rips through the silence. You jump, instinctively pressing closer to Binnie. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your back. "Scared already?" he teases, but there's no mockery in his tone, only affection.

His fingers stroke through your hair, soothing even as they tangle in the strands. His breath is hot against your neck as he murmurs,"I've got you, Y/N.”

And somehow, impossible as it seems, you believe him. Because this is Changbin—your Binnie, the one who sees past all your walls and defenses to the vulnerable heart beneath. The one who holds you when the world becomes too much, who chases away your nightmares with the simple strength of his presence

Binnies other hand trail down your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they dip beneath the waistband of your shorts. His touch is feather-light, teasing, as if he's exploring uncharted territory. Slowly, deliberately, he skims over the sensitive skin of your lower abdomen before cupping your mound through the thin fabric of your panties.

The sudden pressure against your most intimate area makes you suck in a sharp breath, your hips instinctively rocking forward into his touch. His fingers apply just the right amount of pressure, rubbing slow circles against your clit through the dampening cloth.

On the TV, the movie reaches a crescendo of terror, but neither of you are paying much attention anymore. His other hand pinches and roll your nipple between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

His breath is hot against your neck as he leans in to whisper, "You're so wet already, and we've barely even started." His voice is low and rough. He slips his fingers beneath the edge of your panties, brushing against your slick folds. He teases you with shallow strokes, never quite dipping inside, until you're squirming in his lap, desperate for more.

Only then does he slowly push one finger into your tight heat, His phone rings, the soft melody of a choir.

Changbin pauses, his finger still buried slightly inside you, as he glances at his phone. The familiar ringtone echoes in the room, breaking the intense atmosphere.

"Shit, just great." he mutters, reluctantly withdrawing his hand from your panties. He gives your ass a gentle squeeze before carefully shifting you off his lap.

He stands and retrieves his phone from the bedside table, frowning at the unknown number flashing on the screen. He answers the call as he walks over to the window, turning his back to you.

"Hello? Who is this?" His voice is gruff and suspicious, a far cry from the tender seduction from moments ago.

You can hear a muffled voice on the other end, speaking in rapid Korean. Changbins eyebrows furrow as he listens intently, his posture stiffening.

"I understand. I'll be there as soon as I can," he replies curtly, before ending the call.

He turns to face you, running a hand through his tousled hair. There's a flicker of regret in his eyes as he meets your gaze.

"I'm sorry, baby. I have to go out for a bit. It's for work, and it sounds important." He walks over to his closet and grabs his clothes and walks back out.

"Rain check on the movie? We can finish it later if you want. Or... I could just make you cum right now before I leave, if you prefer." A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth, a hint of his earlier passion resurfacing despite the interruption.

You quickly turn your head and lay it in his pillow, ears red as you feel embarrassed. You knew he was trying to lighten the mood and was only jesting.

Changbin pauses in the process of putting on his shirt, a mischievous glint in his eye as he looks at you lying there, a blush coloring your cheeks. He crawls back onto the bed, leaning over you with a playful grin.

"Aw, don't be embarrassed, Y/N. It's cute," he teases, nuzzling his nose against yours affectionately.

His lips find yours in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste you fully. One hand cups your cheek, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, while the other slides down to caress your thigh, hiking up your leg to hook over his hip.

When he finally pulls back, you're both breathless and flushed. He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes half-lidded with desire.

"I'll be thinking about you the whole time I'm gone," he confesses, his voice low and husky. "Imagining all the filthy things I want to do to you when I get back."

With a final peck on your lips, He reluctantly disentangles himself from you and finishes getting dressed. He grabs his keys and wallet, giving you a heated look over his shoulder as he heads for the door.

"Be a good girl and wait for me, yeah?“

And with that, he's gone, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and a throbbing ache between your thighs, counting down the minutes until his return.

𝑪𝒐𝒛𝒚 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑾𝑶

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