#jongdae smut

˗ˏˋ junmyeon

he likes being in control, but he lives for the moments when you take the lead. position doesn't matter to him as long as you're comfortable, but he secretly craves the sight of you riding him, feeling you bounce closer, tighter, as you try to hold on. his hands roam everywhere, a desperate need to touch and taste your skin before he feels like he lost his mind. he showers you with praise, but lately, his obsession has a new name: cum inside you, filling you completely at the exact moment you climax. "hold on, baby. together," he groans against your neck, pushing one last time, making sure you feel every inch of his throbbing cock before he finally gives in.

junmyeon might seem tired, but his stamina is not a joke. another round? the answer is always yes. if you're exhausted, he'll eat you out, slowly, taking his time, licking and sucking your clit as he was completely thirsty, his mouth and fingers working in a perfect sync. "cum for me, princess. you taste so fucking good," junmyeon is definitely pussy drunk. if you're not tired, he'll flip you over, thrusting harder to bury himself deeper, begging you to wrap your arms and legs around him until you both collapse, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. "god, i needed that," he murmurs before kissing you raw with relief before he stars kissing you messy. a third round? only if you want it. if he's finally worn out, he'll switch to his fingers, starting slow and deliberate, a man of his word, tending to your most sensitive core until you reach the edge and fall again, squirting between cries and moans.

afterward, he'll clean you. junmyeon pulls you into him on the tangled sheets, letting you rest on his chest. he kisses your temple, traces the line of your back, and runs his fingers through your hair, his voice low and sleepy as he whispers how incredible you are. he'll hold you until you both fall asleep, his grip around you still as tight as if he never wants to let you go.

˗ˏˋ minseok

he's the kind of man who wakes you with kisses, pulling you into him from behind, his body a hot wight against your back as he slams into you. he'll kiss your shoulders and the back of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he thrusts slowly but with a firm, deliberate rhythm. minseok loves to leave little bites, loving the way you shiver in his arms, and how your ass bounces with every move. but don't misunderstand—he'll only let you cum once you've switched positions and he can see your face, a beautiful, moaning mess. "look at me, baby. you're so pretty when you're ruined by me," he'll murmur, his voice a low possessive rumble.

another round? it depends on the mood, but the answer is almost always yes. this time, it's even slower. minseok will take his time, kissing you deeply and even talking to you, like it's his own personal ted talk, telling you how much he's fallen for you. this is where you see his most vulnerable, authentic side—the quiet, introspective man who loves you more than words can say.

afterward, minseok is the king of aftercare. he'll hold you close, wrapping you in his arms while playfully kissing your face and neck. he'll tell you how much he loves you and how amazing you are, his touch tender and reassuring. he's completely, undeniably whipped for you.

˗ˏˋ yixing

in bed, as with everything he does, he is completely committed. his only mission is to give you every kind of pleasure there is. he'll eat you out first, preparing your body to take him as deep as possible. a second round is a given; you won't even need to ask. after yixing leaves you a trembling wreck, he'll turn you over for doggy style. but as he gets more into it, be ready for him to press your face into the mattress as he pulls your hips up. every thrust is deep and forceful, his hips colliding with you ass, his grip on your waist so strong it will leave bruises.

"you feel so good, doll," he'll whisper, his praise so close you can feel it even when your moans drown out his voice. "fuck, you're so fucking tight and... mine, just mine." yixing collapses forward, his weight pinning you down as he catches his breath, his warmth filling you, and your juices mixing with his. but he won't let you rest for long. he'll let you get on top, but he's not stopping—he'll take your sensible pussy again, slowly, loving the way your walls clench around him, loving how him make you a beautiful mess.

his aftercare is an entirely new mission. he'll take you to the bath, cleaning you gently, touching and kissing you with a tenderness so warm it's almost too much to resist. you can't help but melt, and there you are again, a moaning mess with his fingers inside your cunt.

˗ˏˋ baekhyun

he's a huge fan of taking you in every spot of the house; there's nowhere he hasn't had you. be careful not to tease him—baekhyun is an absolute freak, and you're doomed if you do. "so, you want to play like that, huh?" he'll say with a dangerous smirk, his eyes full of playful mischief. he doesn't have a favorite position; he loves them all, but he's truly addicted to eating you out first, sometimes more than once, just to bring you to the very brink. "come on, princess. just one more time," he'll murmur against your sensitive pussy, his breath hot against your skin.

if you're in the kitchen, he'll fuck you right there; no need to move to the bedroom. he'll fall to his knees, his lips on your cunt, licking and sucking your clit like a man possessed, a religious experience for baekhyun. when you break into a climax, he won't let you rest. he'll take you right away, slamming into you while you're sitting or lifting your legs to wrap them around his hips. in bed, he'll get on top and kiss you messily, never breaking eye contact as he thrusts deep and hard enough to leave you a complete moaning mess. he's completely in love with your whimpers and the sound of your voice screaming his name.

another round? yes, a thousand times yes. baekhyun won't rest until you are both more than exhausted, a tangled mess unable to get out of bed. aftercare is a must. he'll kiss your whole face, slowly, sloppily, and hold you close, his arms wrapped around you, never leaving your body. he'll fall asleep in your arms, whispering how much he loves you, making sure you hear every word.

˗ˏˋ jongdae

he's a gentleman, without a doubt. while he loves how you ride him, he is driven by a deep need to take care of you. jongdae is a ride or die for every request you make. you want it slow? he'll go slow, stretching out every moment. you want it deeper? he'll push in until he's buried completely inside you. rough? absolutely. he'll meet your every need. "how could you be so pretty?" he praises you constantly, his voice a low, rumbling hum against your skin—a true king of compliments.

a second round is not an option; it's a need. this time, jongdae will slow down and go deeper, taking his time. he'll kiss your neck, then your shoulders, your jaw, and finally your lips, his touch tender and possessive all at once. his hands work their magic on your most sensitive spots, his fingers tracing your clit until you're a mess of moans and gasps. he loves the way your body responds to his touch.

"let me do it one more time, princess." a third round is an extension of his aftercare—it's just jongdae being needy. he'll pull you against him, whispering praise into your hair and kissing your skin, leaving soft, sleepy bites all over until he finally gives in and cum inside you again. then, he'll let you rest on top of him, in his arms, his body still joined with yours, both of you a tangled mess of limbs and tired pleasure. he'll fall asleep with you right there, the most content man in the world.

˗ˏˋ chanyeol

the way he fucks you depends on his mood, but more often than not, he's just the needy boyfriend. chanyeol will begin by whining for your attention, his hands reaching for you as he starts unbuttoning your blouse. he kisses you, his lips leaving a trail everywhere as he gets down on his knees and ends up at your core. he gives you everything, tasting, licking, and sucking as if he's praying, lost in the worship of you. then, he'll take you to bed. the position is irrelevant; he'll climb on top of you and slam into you. the pace is slow at first, then faster until you feel every incredible inch of him. "you're just mine," he'll whisper, his voice raw. he's possessive, but a true lover and a romantic who praises you endlessly.

a second round is a guarantee. after chanyeol even cum, he'll start thrusting you again; he finds no need for rest. he loves to take you while you're raw, a sensitive and moaning mess in his arms. you'll hear him groan a lot, especially when he cum inside you. it's a truly divine experience for him, feeling your body arch and your walls clench. "god, you feel so fucking good," he'll gasp.

a third round will happen in the shower, or on the bed with sleepy kisses and sloppy moves, just the sound of your bodies colliding and agitated breaths. he'll murmur nonsense, his lips at your neck, your shoulders, and everywhere else. chanyeol won't stop until he collapses, completely exhausted and drunk on you, there's no need to pull out. yet even then, he's incapable of not giving you aftercare, wrapping his arms around you, his face buried in your neck or hair, a tangled mess of bodies.

˗ˏˋ kyungsoo

he might seem quiet, but he’s the one who always starts the fire. he'll tease you, flirting with a casual ease that makes it feel like a normal conversation. when you finally break and give in, kyungsoo feels like a winner. he truly loves it when you're the needy one, feeling your desperation to beg for him. he'll take you to bed immediately, unable to wait a second longer. his lips capture yours in a messy, desperate kiss. his hands rip off your clothes—and his—and his lips are everywhere, especially on your boobs, where he bites, touches, licks, and marks. then kyungsoo will move to your pussy, taking extra care to make you lose your mind and become a complete moaning mess. he's too quiet to praise you with words, but you'll hear his hard sighs, humming, and groaning against your skin.

he likes to have you on top, but he is anything but passive. kyungsoo will thrust deeper and with focused energy. his hands will be secured on your waist, his lips on your breast or neck, and now he feels like he's the one begging for you. another round? the answer is always yes. side-fucking is his second favorite position. with your back to his torso, he'll place one of his hands on your belly, the other on a boob, and feel your ass bouncing on his hips, his lips on the back of your neck. he'll finish inside you, groaning into your back, his grip tight.

aftercare is a must for kyungsoo. he doesn't mind if you want to stay in the same position or move to face him. he'll ask about your day, listening intently before telling you about his. you'll both talk nonsense until you fall asleep, tangled in the sheets.

˗ˏˋ jongin

there's no chance he'll ever say no to sex. even if he's exhausted, jongin will let you sit on his face, giving you the princess treatment with his mouth and fingers until you've had all the orgasms you need. you won't be able to resist taking his length into your mouth. "shit, baby, don't stop" jongin will groan against your pussy, sucking and slurping your clit like a man out of his mind, taking you to the very brink until your release touches his mouth. he'll clean you with his tongue, then let you stroke him until he comes in a messy, gasping rush. "you're gonna kill me."

but be ready if he's not tired. jongin will fuck you until you're both a tangled mess of exhausted limbs, with no care for position or how many rounds. he'll take you on the bed, against the wall, on the couch—it doesn't matter where, as long as it's you. the sheets will be completely soaked with your squirts and both of your cums. "fuck, we made a mess." you'll be a huge, happy mess, laughing at the chaos you both created, but still wrapped up in the sheets, with each other.

aftercare is a must. jongin will give you sloppy kisses and so much care, sharing sleepy conversations and laughs with you. he'll talk about his day, and you'll talk about yours, meaningless things too, and you'll both drift off to sleep. jongin will fall asleep first, pouting in the middle of your playful argument over who loves the other more.

˗ˏˋ sehun

he's the ultimate flirt and tease. sehun's the one who starts every kind of touch, from a casual slap on your ass in the kitchen that sends shivers down your spine to the unexpected way he'll rub his hard cock against your butt when you're in bed. he might even surprise you with a quick, hard bite on your neck or steal your lips in the middle of a mundane conversation. everything he does is designed to remind you that you are his. his favorite position? sehun's a wild man, always wanting to try new things and take you in new places. but he eventually returns to his favorite: having you bounce on him. his hands cup your ass, gripping and lifting, and his hips thrust you into the right spot, deep enough to make you a trembling, moaning mess. "you're mine, remember that," he'll say, his voice a low growl, reminding you of his claim over you. sehun loves biting your breasts and neck, and he'll slap your ass and grip your waist so tight it leaves bruises—his marks of love.

a second round? yes. a third? only if you aren't both completely exhausted. but if sehun is tired and still wants more, he'll take you back to bed and eat you out or in a slow, sloppy way, using his long fingers for more pleasure. the wet sounds will make you shiver, and sehun knows your body well enough to take you to the very edge, breaking you until you reach a climax so powerful you squirt and cry his name.

aftercare is a must. sehun's a possessive freak in bed, but the moment it's over, he's a needy man who craves your touch. he's incapable of sleeping without you, so he'll pull you into his arms, burying his face in your neck as you stroke his hair. your legs will be tangled together, a messy aftermath of pleasure, but he's content and peaceful in your arms.

You don’t even realise that you do it half the time, and this instance is no different. Snuggled up together in bed watching a movie, Jongdae has his arm around you, and you absentmindedly take his hand in yours, inspecting his fingers one by one, taking comfort in it.

He has such beautiful hands, his fingers are long and slender, his nails perfectly manicured, cut short and neat. You loved them more than you were willing to admit, though you didn’t have to, Jongdae worked it out pretty quickly after you started dating, and it has been years now, he is no longer surprised.

It is normal for you in these moments to lift his hand to your mouth, and to kiss each fingertip slowly. Jongdae stirs a little, taking his free hand to your hair to run his fingers through it, and you nuzzle back into him, silently asking for more.

“You want something?” He queries, “All you have to do is ask…”

His words make you feel vulnerable, exposed. His hand so close to your mouth has you salivating. The scene in the movie you are watching is hot, and it is making you feel some kind of way. Something that can only be remedied by indulging in one of your desires.

“I want your fingers,” You mumble, not particularly wanting to take his hand away from your mouth, “Please?”

Jongdae laughs and it reverberates through his chest, and he presses the pads of his middle and index fingers against your bottom lip, his own way of saying yes. You contain yourself, although you very much could have squealed with excitement, you allow your jaw to drop and you take his fingers into your mouth instead.

You lay relaxed like this for a while, your hands holding his wrist while your tongue lazily swirls around the two digits, vision going hazy as he presses his fingers further down your throat.

Jongdae’s breathing hitches as you gag slightly when he pushes a little too far, and your grip tightens on his wrist when he tries to pull away. You want this, you love the feeling, and you know that he does too.

You feel Jongdae’s other hand as it moves from your face to your chin, turning you to look at him to see how darkened his eyes are with lust. You know that yours are much the same, and you are ready and willing for whatever he is going to give you, though you are already content with only his fingers in your mouth.

“Baby,” He murmurs, “You don’t know what you do to me.”

It makes you blush, because of course you know, it isn’t hard to see. The kink that you introduced to him, your fixation on his hands, on having something in your mouth, so quickly became his too after you started dating. You knew exactly what you were doing when you asked him for his hand, you may submit to him in every aspect of the word, but you still are capable of gaining control too.

“Show me,” You whisper, pulling his hand back to give you the freedom to speak, “Please, Dae… make me all yours.”

As if you had to ask, Jongdae guides you down onto your back and moves to hover over you. Your legs spread apart without another word to fit him in between them. You relinquish your grip on his wrist so that he can support himself as he leans in to kiss you, and your hands race to his back, tracing the intricate outlines of every muscle, bone and contour that make him the man that you love.

“You are mine,” He whispers back, “I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget it, either.”

———

This woke Jongdae who began shaking his head just as fervently as Baekhyun had done moments ago. “Please don’t hurt me. Please… please don’t hurt either of us. We-we haven’t even seen your faces. We could just… You could just let us go. Drive us back and we’ll never mention it to anyone. We promise. Right, Baek-”

He stopped himself.

“Baek-... You mean…” Daddy paused, pulling out Baekhyun and Jongdae’s Identification cards and turning them over in his hands before grabbing Jongdae’s hands to let him feel the cards enough to know exactly what he held. He does the same to Baekhyun waiting to let the anticipation build. Daddy sometimes had a flare for the dramatic. “Byun Baekhyun... And… let’s see here.. Kim Jongdae? Born the same year? Curious. Maybe we can have fun with that later.”

Jongdae let out an exhale and Kyungsoo read it. Disappointment. In himself. In this situation. Of course, these freaks had their identification cards. Jongdae was hoping the person that had taken them hadn’t seen the cards, that he hadn’t looked hard enough and left them behind. He’d felt suspicious towards the “Inspector” but he couldn’t speed off during an inspection. They’d get pulled over and it would land them in jail. There was no other option than to obey. He had told Baekhyun to store their cards under the seat after the Inspector had given them back. He smiled but told them to wait, that he had to get something from his patrol car and Jongdae felt his instincts rising again. Something about this man didn't seem right so he told Baekhyun to hide them out of direct eyesight, and Baekhyun had questioned with a puzzled look only for a second before following exactly as Jongdae asked. Implicit trust in each other. That’s what kept them alive all these years; even in their teen years when they were ready to jump off a bridge at a dare or a look. They actually did it once, a lake below them and a highway behind them. A "No Diving or Jumping" sign reading loud and clear in big, red letters warning of a fine if they failed to comply. Baekhyun was ready to just do it, whatever it was, and Jongdae was right there with him. Together. Always.

The Inspector must have looked hard and found them anyway. This means these people have practice. Jongdae and Baekhyun are NOT the first ones to come through here. The thought alone makes his throat tighten and stomach turn. Jongdae had seen movies like this and they never let their victims go. This won’t end well. He knew they should have pulled over when the fog rolled in but he chose to stifle his instinct in favor of high beams and his best friend. It was impossible to have known the cost would be this great. He breathes out, determined: It won't happen again. He didn’t listen to his better judgment then but he would now. He wasn’t one to brag unnecessarily but these backwoods filth were in no way smarter than him. He knew that like he knew how beautifully the sun kissed Baekhyun's skin in the summer, enveloping it in rich pigment that faded in the winter and returned every spring. The movies didn’t normally end well, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.

“Well boys, I’m pleased to meet you. My name’s Suho. You will call me Daddy unless I tell you otherwise. Chanyeol. Kai. Let’s get these boys inside.”

Baekhyun and Jongdae felt themselves being hoisted above the shoulders of two people who lifted them like feathers. Jongdae made a note that he’d have to outwit them in a way that didn't involve physical strength. He needed to learn them more, learn their habits, strengths, and weaknesses. He hoped they would give him enough time. Baekhyun wanted to struggle but he knew it was pointless. If anything “Daddy” would discipline him and he definitely didn’t want that.

“Now, let me explain how this will work” Daddy began as Chanyeol and Kai sat the two smaller ones on a couch, still bound and blindfolded. “Take those blindfolds off now boys. Let’s see their pretty faces they’ve been hiding.”

We’ve been hiding? You sick freak, YOU’RE the one who kidnapped us! Jongdae wanted to yell it from the top of his lungs but he knew that wasn’t smart. This situation and these ignorant people were already pushing his limits. He was hoping he could maintain his composure but when anyone threatened Baekhyun it always felt like something other than himself roused itself to alert. Baekhyun must have felt the shift because he moved a firm hand toward Jongdae, wrapping their fingers together, giving Jongdae a small but comforting grip to let his best friend know he understood but to keep his calm. It wasn’t that Jongdae was violent by any means. If anything he was a pacifist. It’s just that he has a quick tongue when it comes to protecting his friends which can sometimes get the best of him and which he truly should not use now under any circumstances.

Baekhyun's aware and knows this. He’d been friends with Jongdae since they were teetering around their parents' house. Their moms were best friends since college and raised the two boys together. Jongdae’s mom had said it was fate that they had fit them together so well. "Sometimes these types of friendships don’t work out and it’s just the parents who are close. This wasn’t the case for you two. You and Baekhyun are different. You two have to always look out for each other because something stronger than we know brought you together." She had told him one night over dinner and it had stuck with him since. He thought it sounded old-fashioned but it was true they got on well from the beginning, even before their first words. Baekhyun's first word was calling for Jongdae and Jongdae's for the sun, which is what Baekhyun's mom used to call him. Her little sunshine. Even to a skeptic, it sounded like something more than fate. Their bond only grew since then. Baekhyun's awareness wasn't solely because he could feel Jongdae getting upset, it’s that he knows Jongdae better than the back of his hand. He knows his likes and dislikes, and Jongdae his. He knows the ins and outs of Jongdae’s mind that when this “Daddy” stepped over the line one too many times, he could sense with everything that Jongdae needed him - so he gave himself freely.

The show of affection isn't missed by Daddy. He doesn't mind if they touch each other. He prefers it.

Soon they'll fuck on command.

Jongdae scoots closer to Baekhyun not letting their hands part and lays his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder. Neither boys are sure how long they’ll be able to stay like this. For now, it’s enough.

“Innocent puppy and kitten.” Junmyeon smiles, cooing at them. He can’t wait to see them wrecked, in tears; a little bloody and bruised. They’ll cry, beg, and moan before it's all over. They always do.

“This gives me an idea. You see, I have two boys of my own that are close. One of them made puppy noises when I first got him. Chanyeol come here. And the other was a bit like our kitten there. Kyungsoo. And Kai… well baby, you prefer to watch, right? You don’t like to get your hands or your conscience dirty?” He doesn't let Kai answer. Daddy rarely let Kai answer. When they get toys and Daddy does this it means later Kai will be Daddy’s toy. Daddy used to say that he likes to marinate his meat. Working Kai up, refusing the same entertainment as the others when he’s the one who got the boys, who discovered their IDs, and who brought them back- is doing exactly that. Letting Kai marinate in frustration so Daddy can work it out of him later.

“Chanyeol. Kyungsoo. I want you two to have fun with our little puppy and kitten here. You can bruise them, make them cry, gag them, and penetrate them with whatever you want. You understand?” They nod. Kyungsoo has been waiting to get his hands on that little kitten, the one whose anger was building before puppy boy calmed him down. He’ll bring it out of him, make him do something he’ll regret. “No scarring, which means minimal bleeding.” He looks at Kyungsoo. “And they have to stay conscious. Understood?” The boys nod again as Baekhyun and Jongdae squeeze each other tighter.

“I’m sorry.” Baekhyun whispers to Jongdae, regret deep in his voice. “I shouldn’t have pressed to keep going. I just… I didn’t want to lose hours because of that fog. We were supposed to make memories…” Jongdae can feel Baekhyun’s shoulders slump. Guilt and self-appointed blame are taking over. It’s not his fault. He has to know that. But before Jongdae can respond, a figure clouds the light and takes rest at Baekhyun’s knees. “It’s okay Puppy.” He grabs Baekhyun’s chin, caressing it softly in rough hands. “Don’t worry, okay?" The voice sounds sincere but something about it feels off. Baekhyun can’t place it but Jongdae can. He wants to feel comforted, to believe that one of these men isn't some deranged psychopath bent on hurting them.

Jongdae knows better.

"My name’s Chanyeol and I’ll help you make memories tonight."

"You will?" Baekhyun asks, looking up, eyes still blindfolded. An air of innocence pervades him.

"Yes, sweetheart. I'll help you make so many memories tonight you will wish you could forget them." Chanyeol's grip tightens on Baekhyun's face as his hand slides down to his waist and onto his pelvis, the smaller now feeling a sense of panic set in as Daddy laughs in the back and Jongdae balls his fist into a knuckle; a sight not unseen by Kyungsoo.

"No, don’t cry sweetheart. I need you to be quiet for me and listen, okay?” Chanyeol takes Baekhyun’s face in his hands again making the boy whimper as quietly as he can manage, and shakes his head. “Now say you want this.”

Jongdae grabs Baekhyun’s hand tighter as the older moves away from Chanyeol shaking his head in silent protest, eyes closed until he feels a large hand gripping his face. Chanyeol doesn’t say anything, only waits for puppy boy’s mind to play catch up. Chanyeol knows he'll give in because he’s too scared to do otherwise.

“I…” Baekhyun starts. Jongdae’s hand is enclosed around his own in a death grip but he has to do this. He doesn’t have another choice and it feels like the longer he waits, the more he’ll pay for it.

“I... want it.” It's said so softly, Chanyeol strains to hear it.

He's already defeated and it tugs at Chanyeol's heartstrings who ruffles his hair with a “good puppy” and thinks this boy is someone he could really get used to. Then he does something Baekhyun isn't expecting. He reaches down and lifts up the smaller boy's hands to his face, let’s Baekhyun feel him smiling. It’s gentle, relaxed. Chanyeol moves his hand to his dimple and Baekhyun wonders if that is genuine too. “There there puppy. As long as you keep this positive attitude, we won’t kill you. We’ll keep you. Think of it like protecting you from that cruel world out there. You want us to protect you, don’t you?” He doesn't let go of Baekhyun's hand as the delicate boy beneath him shakes his head yes.

Chanyeol's hand is firm and warm against Baekhyun's yielding, colder one. Both can feel the obvious; that the two are opposite of each other. Chanyeol considers it more like yin and yang- that Baekhyun must somehow complete him. The softness of the boy who must have wept many tears now under that blindfold to his rigidity and hard exterior. Chanyeol reasons that he must also complete the smaller boy whom he will both hurt and hold until the boy becomes exactly as he's intended.

Baekhyun feels Chanyeol's firm hand and soft face, his genuine smile, and considers that maybe they will protect them. Maybe this whole situation won’t be so bad and if he holds out hope, maybe someone else will come along and rescue them.

Jongdae sits and waits, one fist clenched tightly at his side and the other one gripping onto Baekhyun as the older one answers with a repeated gesture of one head shake after another. Gently up and down, assuring them or himself that he is willing to obey and please don't hurt us. His time will come to make them all pay but it isn't now. This is a sensitive situation that requires patience as acting rashly now will only hurt them both. Patience and biting the inside of his mouth while he remains helpless to protect his best friend or himself.

Kyungsoo doesn't interact, choosing only to stare and contemplate the whiteness of Jongdae's knuckle as it remains clenched at his side.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me, puppy, but I need you to do one last thing. Say ‘I want this. I want you, Chanyeol.’ like you mean it and I promise I’ll go easy on you later.” Chanyeol looks back toward Daddy proud of himself for being such a natural at this. His eyes are met with approval and it encourages him. He wants to give this same encouragement to puppy boy but he has to know that his puppy wants it. His puppy because he’s already decided that the beautiful boy with the puppy whimpers is his. “Go on now. Say you want it so I can reward you later. I know you want me to go easy on you but I can’t do that unless you say it.”

Somehow I never expected my day to end like this. But let’s rewind a bit first. It was a semi typical day for me. My job as a veterinarian is never boring, after all. However, it seemed like the bad news just piled on and on and on. First my car wouldn’t start, so I ended up calling a cab which cost me more money than I wanted it to. Thankfully, a friend who is a mechanic worked on it after I had it towed to his shop. The bill was going to be a lot more than I wished, even after the ‘friends and family’ discount. That was just the beginning of my day, too. Before my shift started, I went to get a coffee from the coffee shop my best friend owns down the street only for some stranger to run into and spill his extremely hot coffee on me. Then got chewed out by the asshole who was watching his phone instead of where he was going. Thankfully my best friend was there to save me. Minseok looked annoyed as the man kept ranting as he left. He looked me over, shaking his head as he motioned me to follow him to his office where he had a spare tee for me to borrow. Faded and fairly old with a logo of a drive in theater that is, sadly, going out of business. The place he and I would spend our Friday nights after school.

We’ve been best friends since middle school. Dated in high school because we thought that’s what everyone wanted for us, so why not try. It just… felt a bit odd. There was the love of friendship but nothing deeper than that, but we dated for years just to see if it would ever click. It didn’t. Broke up but remained friends after graduating. Then, during university, became friends with benefits. That part of our relationship is still going. He’s even introduced me to some of his friends whom I’ve also taken into my bed on the regular.

No jealousy. No strings. Just fun. Though we both did say that if we’re single at the age of thirty-five we’ll get married for the benefits. We both could use those insurance discounts.

After the coffee, I had to take a call to a farm to check on a pregnant cow. Sad to say that the baby had died and we had to well… take it out before it started to rot in her. Very awful and gruesome, I’ll spare you the details because it makes me want to puke when I’m not actually having to help the poor animal. After I got back, took a shower at the office (Which they have for us to use, since this job can be very messy) and returned to see some bad news. A regular dog, Skip, had to be put down. He was old, and had a cancer that we tried to fight. His owner didn’t want him to suffer anymore after he would no longer eat any food. Skip left peacefully and surrounded by people who love him. I cried all thought lunch as I ate a pint of ice cream in sadness that I bought at the gas station down the road. Skip was the first animal I saw after getting the job. He meant a lot to me.

I unfortunately had to give some kittens some shots after that, and the crying broke my heart but it was for their own good. The loss of Skip weighing on my mind as I look at a text from Minseok.

‘Any plans tonight?’

I shake my head to myself, answering immediately.

‘No. Need something to take my mind off work. You offering?’

‘Yeah. Got something really special for you. You gotta work tomorrow? 🍎’

I smile, seeing the little apple emoji. That was our code for sex in text. Use to be the word apple in high school.

‘Nope. I’m free. Do your worst, and I mean it.’

All he sent me after that was a devil emoji. After that, I helped with the surgery to help a dog that was hit by a car. That took up the rest of my afternoon, but in the end the dog, Lilly Bean, will be fine. Weird name, but she was really cute and I was happy at least something went well today.

I left, went and ate a quick dinner at a small restaurant down the street. Pigged out because I fucking deserve it after this day. I smiled at the owner, thanking them for the meal before going to Minseok’s cafe. He drove me to his place, seeming nervous the whole time.

When he opened his door, what I saw made my eyes wide. Before he could even ask I said yes.

Which is how I’m here. My ankles tied to my thighs with them tied down to the table beneath me. My arms tied over my head and to the table so I can’t move them too. A ball gag in my mouth, clamps on my nipples and a vibrator tied to my clit so that no matter how much I try, I can’t escape the little vibrations from it as it was on the lowest setting.

I’m already completely wet, soaking as I was moaning, biting the ball gag in my mouth gently. Now, this would be pretty normal, which wouldn’t come close to what Minseok meant by ‘special’.

What was special was the fact that he and all our mutual friends I casually fuck are there, watching me. Their eyes hungry, some naked as they try to figure out who gets the pleasure of going first. Nine men playing rock paper scissors to see who fucks me first made me a little proud, not going to lie.

I wasn’t paying attention as they figured out the order. But smiled around the ball in my mouth seeing Chanyeol stepping up first. Chanyeol, the one who was the mechanic who worked on my car this morning. My first time with Chnayeol had been at an engagement part of one of our mutual friends. Everyone outside while we hid away in the laundry room. He bent me over the dryer and made me cum with a hand clamped down over my mouth. I see him smirk, the tattoos on his arm flexing as he takes off his shirt. Soon he was naked, two fingers dipping into my wet pussy as his hand moves up and down on his cock a bit.

He smirks, “God you’re so pretty like this. Legs open wide for the taking. You want my cock, hm?”

I try to yell yes, moaning as his fingers curled up. Those long fingers that I saw playing guitar at the party just minutes after having been in me. They felt good in the best possible way. It didn’t last as he smiles hearing me say yes, before he places the head of his cock right at my opening.

“You know what we’re doing, right,” He asks, fingers softly caressing the very peaks of my nipples, feeling so good. I whined at the sensation, the pain from the clamps makes me shiver. “We’re going to make you into a mess. We’re all gonna cum in you, fill you up completely.”

I nod enthusiastically. I’ve dreamed about doing this. Just the though of a line of men fucking me one after the other, fucking me though another mans cum made me so hot. I’ve mentioned it to Minseok, but never acted on it since it just seemed too out of reach.

He pressed into me, not slow but not quick either. My head falls back, feeling so full as he bottoms out. He leans forward, hand curling around my neck as he just groans. “God, Baby,” He says, “You feel so good without a condom.”

“Please,” I try to say, before I feel him pull his hips back and buck forward. The motion sent my eyes rolling back. I see him reach with one of his arms behind me. I feel him undo the gag, tossing it aside.

“I want to hear you,” He says, thrusting in hard and slow.

“Chanyeol,” I moan, looking him in the eyes as he tightens a hand around my neck, applying the right kind of pleasure. We’re lucky Minseok lives a bit out the city. Large house, no one around for a few miles to hear us. Perks of his trust fund baby life.

“Is it ok if I slap your face,” He asks, another hard thrust that sends me gasping.

“Yes,” I nod, looking at him with wide eyes.

The smack was loud, but not all that hard as I look at him. “Call me Daddy,” He commands me, his pace getting a bit faster.

“Daddy,” I whine, “Please fuck me harder, Daddy!”

“Is that what my baby wants,” He asks, another smack to the face, this time harder.

“Yes Daddy,” I yell, “I want you to fuck me hard! I want Daddy’s cum so badly!”

“Fuck,” Chanyeol says, groaning as I see him finally lose himself. He was thrusting wildly, not even giving a damn about my pleasure as he knows even if he doesn’t make me cum, one of the eight waiting will. The sound of skin slapping skin made me writhe as I just chanted Daddy. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to mine, tongue immediately in my mouth as he groaned, hips faltering.

I could feel the warmth of his release in me as he takes ragged breaths. He smiles at me, kissing me before looking behind him, “Get ready, I don’t want her losing any of it!”

He left, and immediately thrusting his dick into me was Jongdae.

Jongdae and I met at an event where his singing students were performing. My niece loved to sing and Minseok suggested his friend who teaches. She went from an above average singer to one going in competitions in just under a year. After her first performance under his tutelage, I went up to him and thanked him, offering to get him a drink since he did such a wonderful job with my niece. Somehow that lead to the two of us going to the closest motel and getting so loud people banged on the walls. I went home very satisfied with a few bruises from his teeth.

He leaned forward, lips kissing and biting at my chest as he starts thrusting hard. No time for soft and slow. His tongue brushing over my extremely sensitive nipples that were still in the clamps. “Jongdae,” I moaned, just as he bites harshly into the side of my breast.

One of his hands pushes the vibrator down on my clit, making my head go back with a yell. “Cum for me,” He says in my ear, “Let me feel you cum all around me.”

It was ripped from me, my body shaking and ever nerve feeling completely awake. He takes off one of the nipple clamps, making me cry of pain and pleasure as he licks and sucks it harshly. “Fuck,” I yell, my eyes watering as he bites again.

His hips speed up and soon, he was groaning and whining in my neck before one last long moan. He takes a moment to gather himself, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. He looks back, “You ready?”

I whine feeling him leave, but smile seeing Minseok there, a small smile on his face.

I still remember our first time. This was his family’s home and they let us stay here while they went off to their vacation home. It was just him and I and his family’s staff, who would leave right after dinner. Freshman year of high school, were we’re not children but not adults yet. We’d kiss and do other stuff, but we didn’t go all the way until that night. On the roof we had put a mattress since we both loved to look at the stars. The scene was romantic but what we did wasn’t. We were dating, just starting a week or so ago. It was nice and romantic from the outside, but with really no romantic interest, we just finally let the lust get to us. We both were not really that experienced, but it didn’t stop us. We learned about it together.

Now he’s a lot better. Absolutely incredible, really. As he pushes his cock in me I moan, smirking up at him, “Oh I bet I know why you did this, hm?”

“Well if I didn’t set this up you would have never tried it,” He says with a smirk. “Fuck you’re so filthy in there. So much cum in you already.”

“I fucking love it,” I say, moaning as he starts a steady and hard pace.

“Such a dirty little slut,” He groans, shaking his head as he reaches forward, hand reaching around and gripping my hair tightly. His other hand presses the button on the vibrator, making it stronger. I yell out, my back arching as I hear him say, “Tell me how much of a dirty slut you are.”

My heart was racing, as I see Minseok’s face watching me, mouth open and small groans coming out from time to time. “I’m a dirty slut, Minnie,” I moan, biting my lip.

“You’re damn right,” He mutters, lips close to my ear as he pulls on my hair. “You’d have to be after fucking all of my friends,” He growls, “You just can’t help yourself, huh? That addicted to cock that mine isn’t enough? You needed eight more?”

I smirk, “Don’t act like you haven’t fucked some of them too. You’re about as straight as a corkscrew.”

That made him laugh before he closes his eyes, pressing kisses into my neck. Minseok groans, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Have some of them t-told you that too,” I ask, clutching my hands into fists, moving my hips as much as I could to aid in his orgasm.

He laughs, “I bet you’d love to know those details.” I hear him broan in my ear, hands gripping my hair and waist harder as I could feel him lose himself in the actions. A loud groan in my ear, his body going tense as he bit my neck, though not hard.

He takes a deep breath as I whined, wanting more. He presses a kiss to my forehead before pulling away.

Baekhyun’s smiling self grinned, pressing into my soaked heat instantly. He moans, practically whining in delight.

I remember the first time I met Baekhyun. Minseok invited me out to a bar to see his friend at a stand up show. Said that he was dared to go up there and perform. When I said that sounded like a disaster, Minsoek just laughed and said I would be surprised.

And I was. He was amazingly and shockingly funny. When Minseok introduced us, Baekhyun then had pink hair. I learned that he likes to change it often, and being a vocal coach at a very unconservative art school, it’s allowed. When he wasn’t doing that he was teaching improv classes. I went to one and he told me not to quit my day job. Ego hurt a little but I appreciate the honesty. After we went out for drinks and I learned that Baekhyun was very handsy when he was drunk, but only with people who are comfortable with him. After we were both a drunken mess having slow giggle filled sex on my living room floor. The next morning, we didn’t remember much so we ended up fucking again. Every now and then I’ll call him for drinks and sex.

His lips pressed to my lips, tongue sliding against mine. Baekhyun’s thrusts were not fast, but sensual. He lovingly pressed kisses to every inch of skin, hips making me tear up from the drastic difference between him and Minseok’s fucking. His hand reaches up, pressing his fingers to my lips. I open up, sucking on his and hear him groan.

“I’m not gonna last long,” He whines, “Fucking someone who’s completely full of cum is such a fucking turn on.”

I smile, “We’ll have to do this again.”

Baekhyun presses the vibrator to me, making he let out a yell of pleasure, his hips going faster, before I hear an even higher whine from him. His eyes squeezed shut as he bites his lip, pressing his hips completely flush to me.

Baekhyun was begin soft tonight, which was a nice break, honestly, as he pulled out.

Though, I could tell that was ending when I see Kyungsoo step up. We met after he opened a restaurant next to Minseok’s cafe. It was like fine dining quality but without having to spend an arm and a leg. One day he cocked something for me in his kitchen for dinner, inviting me in, so long as I wore a hair net and didn’t touch anything. There was something about watching him in the chaos, making something while barking orders and yelling at people slacking off. The food was divine, and watching him in his element was a bit of a turn on. I stayed and waited until he was closing, flirting a bit all the while. Apparently it had an effect as after everyone left, he pulled me into his office and fucked me against the wall. The whole time I flirted he would either not get it or look away like he was shy.

Now, though, that’s not the case. I couldn’t hide my smile as he reached up, gripping a fistful of my hair and pulled as he pushed in. Unlike everyone else in the room, he wasn’t really loud and moaning during sex. If you wanted to know if he was enjoying it, you have to see it in how he’s moving. Kyungsoo is a man of honesty. Either he’s into it or not. And right this very moment he was VERY into me, in more ways than one. His other hand came up and smacked my face. A lot harder than Chanyeol, but he knew that I was ok with it or else I’d say something. His hand that slapped me went to my chest as his lips and tongue went to my neck. I was shivering, on the edge again as his lips went to my ear.

“Don’t you dare,” He growls. “Not until I do.”

I whined, which resulted in another pull to my hair. I needed to cum so badly that I could barely hear the words he was whispering in my ear. Just for me to hear. All the names he calls me. Slut, bitch, cunt, whore, and so on as I feel his thrusts getting faster and stronger. My fingers were moving to try to grab on to anything but there was nothing as I hear his start to breathe harder. One last pull to my hair as he mutters “Cum, slut.” My eyes went back, my body shaking as we both finished together.

I didn’t get to mourn the loss of his body and his warmth for long as I see Sehun. I grin, as his fingers slide up my parted thighs. I met Sehun in college. We had a history class together Freshman year and were assigned to be partners for the three major projects all semester. We were very friendly, and both not great at the subject but made it work. The first time it crossed the line into sexual was at a party. A bit of a buzz later and Sehun and I were on the couch, half naked at four in the morning while all our closest friends were watching and cheering us on. Some people left and soon there was just three people. Two of Sehun’s friends and Minseok before we finally removed the last of the barriers and had sex. After college we’d meet occasionally. He has a night time radio show on Fridays and is a part of the morning shows the whole week minus weekends. Sometimes he’d put on a really long songs one after the other and leave the booth and meet me in my car so we could hook up while his co-workers are none the wiser.

Sex with Sehun was pretty vanilla other than he sometimes like people to watch. Other than that, it was just him liking to be praised. It’s a nice change from the many kinky people I’ve been with. I grin, looking at Sehun, “Please Sehun! I need it!”

I see him smile, a little bit of a blush. He leans forward, pressing in as he goes before his lips find mine. I moaned, feeling him go deeper and deeper before I pull away from the kiss, moaning. “Fuck, Sehun, you’re so perfect!”

“I haven’t even started,” He mutters, kissing my neck and leaving soft little bites. He smiles against my skin, before starting to move at a slower pace than before. His hands were sliding up my body slowly as I was moaning in his ear. “Sehun,” I moaned, biting his neck a little, “You fuck me so good Sehun. Your cock is so big and thick that anytime I see it I’m instantly wet.”

“Fuck,” He moans lightly.

“Your body is amazing, I wish I could wrap my arms around you and feel all of you,” I say, letting out a loud groan as his thumbs rub my nipples softly.

He started to speed up, “Tell me how much you want me.”

“Anytime I see you I want to lean back and spread my legs for you,” I whisper in his ear, “Let you go at me and fuck me until I can’t think about anything else.”

I hear him moan lightly in my ear. He was getting close.

“God sometimes I want to hide under your desk at your work and suck your cock while you’re live on air,” I say, feeling his hands move to my hips, gripping them.

“Y-yeah,” He asks, almost there.

“I imagine sucking your long cock while you’re live. Licking it like a lollipop and letting you cum on my face just before you have to come back on the air so you’re breathless as you introduce the next song or talk to a caller,” I say with a smirk.

I feel his body stiffen, as he lets out a muffled gasp. He pressed himself as close to me as possible, lips pressing against mine. I smile, giving his bottom lip a quick little bite with a wink.

I take a moment to try to catch my breath, the toy at my center fallen off a while ago from various men thrusting into me. I look forward, seeing Jongin there looking at me, a small look of worry.

“I’m ok,” I say, “Just needed a breather.”

Jongin, sweet Jongin was an absolute animal in bed in the best way possible. He works at a dance studio and helps out a lot at his family’s flower shop. One hot day during the summer I came in to place an order and he was the only one working, bare chest out to my view. I made a small little flirtatious comment about it. Perhaps it was my really short shorts or the fact that was was wearing a bathing suit top under a very thin shirt that seemed to get his interest. We had some small talk about how it was boiling hot and I made the comment that the AC was broken in my car. Jongin offered me a few minutes in the walk in refrigerator, though with a hint of something more. Soon, I was covered in almost freezing air as he set me naked in the small chair in there. Spread my legs and went to town before I put my hands against the wall, bending over as he fucked me in there. The sensation of the cool air and the burning hot of his skin was pretty intoxicating. After we got dressed, the refrigerator was being opened as I hid. It felt so naughty as his sister was talking to him, asking him about different flowers and my order. After she left, he helped me sneak out through the back door with one last slap to my ass.

He smirks, pressing into me quickly. The sound of him pushing in with the amount of cum in me was almost enough to make me drool it was so hot. His palm slapped my inner thigh, making me yelp out as he smirks, other hand tightly grabbing at my breast.

“I can feel all of their cum,” He moans, getting turned on by it. After a few hook ups Jongin told me he was Bi and really loved cum play. I was a bit shocked at first, but then nodded. It is who he is, after all. I figured if anything he would have wanted to be the last one. Jongin just looks at me and I nod. The pace was brutal. He looked on the verge of cumming already, but one hand gripped my breast as the other slapped my thigh, making me shout out in ecstasy. Jongin loved slapping. Not so much the face, but my ass, my thighs, my breasts.

“You’re so tights still,” He gasps, “After all of us, fucking you one after the other.”

“Jongin,” I say, feeling a slap to my chest.

“I’m not going to last long,” He says, “but I’ll make it up to you.”

“Cum in me Jongin,” I say, nodding after his statement, “Cum in me like all the others!”

He groaned before it turned almost into a whine as he thrusted through his orgasm. The rolling of his hips was fucking wonderful as he slows, pressing a kiss to my lips before pulling out.

Before I could say anything else, I hear a command. “Close your eyes.” The voice made me smile, as I let my eyes close, following his instructions.

Junmyeon was another trust fund baby who’s parents died very tragically when he was fifteen. He enjoys his money, gives a lot away and still works as a therapist. Enjoying talking to people, listening to their stories and gracefully will offer advice and insights into their life. He has only a few patients and is off more days than he works, but he enjoys it nonetheless. We met at a fancy party that Minseok dragged me to in order to have a plus one. They talked, knowing one another for a few years as they’re in the same social circles. Before Minseok and I left, Junmyeon slipped me his number. I texted him after, and he asked if Minseok and I were an item. When I said no, he replied with wonderful. I told him I wasn’t looking for anything serious and he said the same. After a few days to talking via text, we met up for dinner in order to talk. It went very well. Extremely well that after we went to his nice house and proceeded to not even make it to the bedroom, stopping on the steps instead. After a few more times Junmyeon let me in on a few of his kinks, which only made our sex that much more amazing.

I feel a hand grip my throat, squeezing the sides. I took a deep breath, feeling the thumping of my heartbeat before he let go.

“Baby girl you’re so full already, hm?”

“Yes Daddy,” I say.

I feel him slowly press into me. “You like it don’t you? Being so full of cum like such a little slut.”

“Yes Daddy, I love it so much,” I whine, wanting him to go faster.

I could hear him chuckle, “Do you want Daddy’s too?”

“Yes! Please let me have it Daddy,” I beg, feeling him finally bottoming out.

“You know Daddy loves to cum in your sweet little pussy,” He mutters, hand holding my throat again. Breath by my neck as he spoke again. “Feeling you so full of cum is so wonderful Baby, but god I wish it was all mine.”

He lets go, and I shiver as he starts to slowly, but with perfect power and precision thrusting. “Do you want that, hm? To be so full of my cum it would spill out of you?”

“Give it to me, please,” I say, moaning.

I feel him move, a quickly shark slap to my face.

“You have to behave, Baby,” He says, “This is your only warning. Do it again and I don’t care how much you beg to cum I’ll make sure no one else lets you.”

“Yes Daddy,” I say, nodding. “I was a bad girl talking back to you. I think I deserve another slap.”

“You do, hm,” He asks, hips pressing forward quickening, making me whine.

Another quick pain and loud sound before I could nod, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re very welcome, Baby,” He says, pressing his lips into my neck, “now, Daddy has to hurry. I wish I could spend all night here, but you still have one more to go.”

“Please fill me up Daddy,” I mutter, “Give me more please! I want it so badly.”

“Your wish is my command,” He says, before his pace goes from slow and sensual to fast and brutal. My mouth was making sounds I didn’t know as his finger circled my clit. The other hand wrapping around my throat, not yet choking me before I could feel my peak growing and growing.

“Open your eyes,” He commanded, hand tightening around my neck.

I look, seeing him looking directly at me before his eyes close, the gasps and moans from his mouth filling the air as I feel even more cum soaked into me.

He let go of my throat and stopped rubbing my clit just as I was at the peak, making me whine.

“Sorry, Baby girl. But I think Yixing will give you what you want.”

Yixing. The owner of the dance studio and pretty well known choreographer for the stars. Music videos, tours, live television performances, he’s done it all. We met randomly in college. I was mourning my grandmother’s passing. The second anniversary was so hard as I missed her so much. I was crying, secluded to the roof of the Science building when he sat down next to me, and offered me someone to listen.

I just spilled. Everything my heart was feeling and he listened, and offered his condolences. After was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. And soon after, my second friends with benefits relationship in college. The thing I learned about Yixing is that he totally and completely puts your needs and desires above his own. He likes getting a blowjob, ut he’d rather be the one giving. Our first night was after midterms week ended. I was trying to relax. When I told him he offered to help. We spent the day at the beach close by before heading back to his apartment. The entire night he fucked me like he loved me and it was such a wonderful and magical thing. When I asked what brought that on he said he was friends with Minseok and knows how we are, saying he wouldn’t mind that too.

His fingers traced my body, as he sinks into me, the motion of his hips like a steady wave, hitting me where I needed it the most. I groaned, feeling his lips press kisses into every inch of skin he could. It was delightful, as he let his fingers massage my breasts, thumbs just barely going over the nipples.

“Watching them all with you was such a beautiful sight,” He mutters, kissing my shoulder. “You’re so beautiful, wrapped up like a little present for us all.”

“Yixing please,” I mutter, feeling his lips move to mine. Yixing’s kisses were always slower, taking the time to really feel it. He pulls away, “I got you, Baby.” One of his fingers presses into my clit, circling, “Let go.”

My body finally reached the peak and tumbled over, my shouts in the air, my body shuttering as I pulled on the ropes holding me. Yixing just muttered works to me, holding me and fucking me though it. My pure bliss lasted longer because of him, knowing exactly how to make me feel the most about of pleasure as possible.

Once my climax ended, Yixing allowed himself to start to move faster, letting himself fall into his desires and his needs. The rather high pitched wines of his was a tell tale sign he was falling, before I feel him still.

I sigh, looking around at the men before me. Most already dressed again. I see Jongin smirk, looking down between my legs and I finally start to let the cum within me out. He leans forward, tongue licking up my slit and moaned. I writhed, very sensitive as I watch him lick to his heart's content. He pulled away after a bit, a little bit of cum dripping from his lips. As Minseok walked forward, he pulled Jongin down, kissing him deeply and giving him a wink, making the younger blush. It was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.

Minseok and Chanyeol helps with the ropes, as I’m told Jongdae ran a bath for me. Minseok stayed behind, the other guys leaving the room talking about ordering food. Minseok massages my muscles, making sure the rope didn’t do any harm.

“Next time to text me about something special, I’ll know to say yes immediately,” I mutter, causing him to laugh.

“So, you liked it?”

I nod, “Not not all the time. I don’t want to have another dick in me for at least a week.”

“That can be arranged,” He says, smiling. “Next weekend. You, me and the stars?”

“Wanna pretend were virgins again,” I ask with a laugh. “Yes, sounds very nice, actually.”

He presses a kiss to my head before smiling, “I’m going to bring you a glass of wine.”

“That would be lovely,” I say, nodding as I watched him leave. I sink into the bubbles, letting the warm water ease my aches and stress.

He finds it almost comical. The reactions he gets from his victims of the previous evening whenever they see him in the hallway. Many are embarrassed, for how could they be having dirty thoughts and dreams about their kind, unsuspecting neighbour? That is, if he lets them remember.

He usually only lets a few remember their dreams from the previous night, mainly for his own entertainment purposes. Seeing them shy away from him, or avoid his gaze when he sends them a smile in the hallway simply feeds his amusement.

Never has he returned to a victim more than once, for he hasn’t felt the need to. Many of his victims are delusional anyways, thinking that this one night of passion within their subconscious means something more. 

Some even go so far as to confess their love or adoration during these times, only serving to annoy him. All he wants to do is feed, not hear about the feelings of his food. Most of the time, he can block it out, but more often than not, it’s too hard to ignore. It’s starting to really get on his nerves.

As a demon, Jongdae has never known, or felt, love. He doesn’t even know if it’s possible for him to love, but he hasn’t ever wanted to know, or tried, for that matter. He always found it trivial, in a sense. Something humans use as a distraction from their everyday lives. 

The news of a new tenant moving in next door peaks his interest. There hasn’t been a new resident in his building for at least six months, and his options are starting to run dry. He’s ready for a fresh face, a fresh start. A fresh meal.

He has to admit, living out an ordinary life in amongst his victims is a fairly wise choice, not to mention easy. Every week or so, he can choose a new victim who is willing to let him into their mind. All he has to do is just put a passing thought through their mind about him, and see if he in turn peaks their interest. If that’s the case, he’s in for a good meal that night, as long as the subject is willing.

The day you move in next door, he does his best to make a good first impression on you. The smile you give him when he offers to help you bring in some of the boxes for you causes a subtle smirk to pull at his lips. This is a good start, and hopefully, by the end of the week he’ll be able to have you all to himself.

By the time he’s finished helping you bring in all your boxes, he watches you plop yourself into one of your chairs in the corner of your living room. He almost misses the way you tilt your head back and roll your neck from all the boxes scattered around blocking his view, but he catches it, and something within him jolts. He finds it odd.

Opening your eyes once more, you notice him already staring at you, seemingly zoned out.

“Oh, sorry, normally I would ask if you wanted to stay for dinner, but I literally have no food,” you say, a sheepish smile tugging at your lips as you grip the arms of the chair in your hands nervously.

“It’s alright,” he smiles back at you. “I get it. If you want I can order a pizza?”

“That’s really nice of you,” you pull yourself up and back onto your feet, “but no thanks. I get that I just moved in and everything, and you seem like a nice guy, but I don’t want you getting the wrong impression.”

Shit. Can you tell what he is? There’s been a few witches and spiritual people he’s come across that could tell what he was almost immediately, so maybe you’re one of them. His heart nearly skips a beat in his chest in worry. Was he too forward with his intent?

“I-“ He feels like a fish out of water, for he doesn’t know what to say.

“Last time I just moved in to a new place, I had three different neighbours all hit on me within the first week, one of them even helped me move in like you did,” you say. “And now you’re giving me the wide-eyed look… fuck, you’re probably just a nice guy- look, I’m sorry, I’m probably just talking myself into a hole here. Why don’t we just start over?”

“Okay,” he trails off slightly, watching as you breathe a small sigh of relief. He thinks it’s cute how flustered you get.

“Anyways, I’m (Y/n), your new neighbour. Thank you for helping me bring some stuff in,” you smile at him once more, and he blinks once before smiling back at you.

“It’s no problem,” he replies. “If you ever need anything, I’m right next door, so don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thanks,” you say, leading him to the door before bidding him a good evening, before proceeding to close the door in his face.

He lets out a small sigh in disappointment. He was hoping to get to know you a bit better, but it looks like you have a higher guard than he originally thought you did. He could tell his staring made you a bit uncomfortable once he thought about it, hence your reaction. Looks like you’ll be a bit of a tougher prey to catch, which will make his reward all the more sweeter when he does get to indulge himself in you.

For the next week, you continue to plague his thoughts, filling much of his mind with fantasies about you and what it’ll be like once he’s finally able to have you to himself. Though, he finds it strange, considering he’s never thought this intensely about his next victim. So much so, that the next time he invades someone’s subconscious, he imagines that it’s you he’s with, and not Bethany from twelve-c.

Every time he sees you in the hallway, he makes an attempt to talk to you, wanting to bury himself into your subconscious just as you’ve infected his. He asks questions, mainly to get to know you better, but also to gouge a sense of what you like and don’t like. So far, you’re an anomaly of which he cannot figure out.

Looks like his regular approach isn’t going to work in his favour.

  It takes him another full week with him talking to you in passing until you genuinely invite him over for dinner one evening. You tell him not to think too much into it, but he can’t help it. Maybe you’re finally opening up to him.

He can’t wait for it to just be the two of you. Maybe this opportunity will give him a chance to figure out these weird feelings he’s been having about you recently. However, stepping into your apartment reveals two of your friends already sitting in your living room, sipping on drinks of their own.

They introduce themselves as Hyuna and Kaylee, your two closest friends. He can feel Kaylee not so subtly check him out, and usually it wouldn’t bother him since it’s what he’s used to, given his species, but since it’s in your home, your living room, in your presence, it makes him uncomfortable.

Currently, he’s in the middle of a conversation with Hyuna when Kaylee excuses herself to ‘help’ you in the kitchen. He does his best to focus on the conversation at hand, but he can’t help but overhear what Kaylee says to you in the kitchen.

“Your neighbour is kinda cute,” he nearly rolls his eyes at her words.

He hears you chuckle, “woah, slow down there tiger, you just met him.”

“Do you mean to tell me you have your sights set on him?” She quirks a brow, her words peaking his interest further, sitting with bated breath to hear your response.

“Oh no,” you laugh, flicking off the stovetop. “He’s all yours. Just don’t make it awkward like the last time.”

He has to keep his expression from falling as he continues his conversation with Hyuna. You’re not interested in him? At all? Has he done something to turn you away from him? Do you not find him attractive? Has he no effect on you, at all?

Out of the corner of his eyes, he notices Kaylee coming out of the kitchen with a smug grin on her face, and he nearly scowls. If she thinks she’s getting anywhere with him, she’s wrong. You are all that he wants, and the longer he goes without you, the more he craves you.

You end up sitting across from him at the dinner table, and he does his best to brush off all of Kaylee’s advances. He nearly jolts when he feels her brush her foot against his leg, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his lips from curling in disgust.

In the back of his mind, he wonders why he’s not taking this opportunity to use Kaylee to make you jealous. Normally, he’d have no trouble doing so, but something tells him that that wouldn’t work in his favour, and that you’re not the jealous type. He lets out a small breath, one that isn’t noticeable to you or your friends. Hopefully, he can just get through this night, and focus solely on you.

Despite Kaylee’s failed attempts at flirting serving as a distraction, Jongdae still can’t help but feel like the night is over all too soon. He wishes he could just spend some more time with you, alone, and without any distractions.

Figuring he shouldn’t overstay his welcome, he leaves before either of your friends, telling you that he has an appointment in the early hours of the morning tomorrow. 

Thanking you for the meal, he bids you a goodnight. However, what he doesn’t expect is for you to pull him into your embrace.

He stands there for a good few seconds before his mind registers he should hug you back. He takes this opportunity to breathe in your scent deeply, and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head from the euphoric feeling that travels down his spine.

All too soon, you pull away, sending him one final smile as his body almost robotically walks him out your front door and into his own apartment.

His head is still reeling from what has just occurred. His vision blurs at the edges as he finds himself falling face first onto his bed in a daze. The tips of his fingers feel as if they’re buzzing with electricity, his whole body on fire from when he held you in his embrace, but most of all, he can’t get your scent out of his mind. Another shiver runs down his spine as he recalls the way you felt in his arms, your scent filling his senses once more. 

He’s never felt anything like this before, nor experienced anything similar. He knows now, that he can’t let you go so easily. He won’t give up until you’re his, and only his. No one else is deserving of you, especially not after what he’s just experienced with you.

Flipping over onto his back, he stares at his ceiling. He needs to find a way into your life, as something more than just your neighbour. He’s decided that his end goal now isn’t just to have you, but to make you his, in every meaning of the way. 

Over the next few weeks, he does his best to get closer to you in any way he can. From what he can gage, it’s working, and he could not be happier. Kaylee has finally taken the hint that he’s not interested in her, and has since stopped flirting with him whenever she sees him. Yet another reason he can’t help but be filled with joy, for he takes this as a step in a positive direction towards having you to himself.

Despite his advances, he still hasn’t made any major progress with you, still not being able to tell if you like him or not. He even attempts to enter your subconscious almost every night, but you still are reluctant to let him in, so he backs off. 

Each night that passes makes him more desperate for you, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin beneath his touch once more. He wants nothing more than to hear you call out his name in ecstasy, into the darkest hours of the night, fulfilling your deepest fantasies that only he can fulfill. 

One thing that he finds himself doing more often than not is sitting against the wall that separates your apartment from his, just to feel your presence more clearly. Sometimes, if he’s lucky, and he concentrates enough, he can listen in on the conversations you have when one of your friends are over.

Tonight is no exception, hearing you talking with Hyuna through your walls after settling his back against his own in order to hear you better. He can feel his heart thumping against his chest as he hears your voice, your laugh, in response to something she’s told you. He hopes to be the cause of your laugh soon, to see you smile for him, and know that your smile will be only for him.

“So, how’s Hyojong?” You ask, causing Jongdae’s brow to quirk slightly in curiosity.

“He’s great! He took me to the night market the other day and it was so sweet,” Hyuna replies, and the way her eyes begin to twinkle makes your heart warm for her, a smile caressing your lips. “What about you? Any new potential romantic partners in your life?”

The wiggling of her eyebrows suggestively causes you to let out a small giggle, “girl, my love life has been as dry as the Sahara lately.”

“What about your neighbour? He seemed interested in you when he was over for dinner that one time,” she says, and you shrug one of your shoulders, and he can’t help but quirk a brow at her words.

“He’s cute,” Jongdae can’t help but smile at your confession, “but I’m not sure.”

He frowns.

“How come?” Hyuna asks, her brow furrowing slightly as she looks at you.

“I don’t know, it’s just this feeling I get,” comes your reply. “Besides, he’s probably not interested in me.”

“Have more confidence in yourself, anyone would be lucky as fuck to have you!” She says, hitting the side of your arm lightly.

“Tell that to my ex,” you roll your eyes playfully, only causing Jongdae’s brow to furrow even more in discontent.

“Well, just because he couldn’t handle your boldness, in more than one way, doesn’t mean he’s right,” she chimes in.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you grin. “Some men just don’t like a strong willed woman in the bedroom that knows what she wants. Also not my fault he didn’t know what a clitoris is.”

At that, you both laugh, making Jongdae smirk. So your last thing didn’t know how to please you in bed? Not a problem at all for him. He’ll do whatever he can to please you, in any way he can. From the sounds of it, you prefer the more submissive type in the bedroom, a fact which sets his whole body tingling. He hasn’t been with someone dominant in a while, and he can feel a shiver of anticipation run down his spine at the thought of you being the one to break that dry-spell.

“Why don’t you give him a chance if he asks you out?” She quirks a brow in your direction once you’ve both calmed down.

“Maybe I should,” you hum, setting his heart racing in his chest, hope budding in his mind of a future with you. “That is, if he asks me out.”

“Just keep your mind open to the idea, and you’ll be surprised at what can happen,” she winks, standing up from your bed and stretching slightly. “Anyways, I should probably get going before it gets too late.”

“Alright,” you nod, standing up as well and walking with her to the front door of your apartment.

After bidding her a goodnight, you decide to get ready for bed, seeing as it is late, and a sudden wave of tiredness has hit you. Your mind keeps replaying your conversation with Hyuna, deciding that you will pursue whatever happens between you and Jongdae, should something arise. You do really like him, and besides, he’s really sweet.

Meanwhile, Jongdae lays on his couch, eyes closed with a large smile on his face. He has a chance with you, and that’s all he could ever wish for. Tonight, he’s going to attempt to enter your subconscious once more, and if he can’t, he vows to himself that he won’t try again until the two of you are actually in a relationship. A fact of which he knows he won’t ever stop until you are bound to him in mind, body, and soul. He’ll have you, even if it’s the last thing he’ll do.

Relaxing himself further into the couch, he does his best to calm himself down, and not get his hopes up too much just in case you block him out for another night. However, he can’t help but to feel giddy, given the new information he’s just learned tonight. Whatever fantasies you have, he’ll fulfill them all.

The next hour that passes as he waits for you to fall asleep feels like an eternity. He wants to make sure that you really are asleep before he attempts anything, but he cannot help but feel giddy, as if every second that passes is time spent that he could be sharing with you.

Finally, he decides it’s time to see if you’ll let him in.

Focussing his energy, he keeps his eyes closed, allowing for his being to gravitate towards your subconscious. Each moment that brings him closer to you sends a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins.

He finds it interesting, entering each person’s subconscious. Sometimes it’s a door, other times it’s a window. Basically, whatever the person’s consciousness deems necessary as an entranceway, that’s what it becomes.

Yours, however, is one of the most beautiful marble archways he’s ever seen, almost as if taunting him with your beauty, even subconsciously. Each time he’s attempted to pass under it, an invisible force has stopped him, meaning your subconscious is closed to him. This time, though, he approaches carefully, almost as if the archway is a wild dear which can be spooked quite easily, and he doesn’t want to risk it running away.

Taking slow, almost hesitant steps, he brings himself closer and closer to your subconscious. Carefully lifting his hand, he tests the waters, seeing if there’s still some sort of invisible barricade up preventing him from passing through. When he feels none, he presses on.

A smile tugs at his lips as he’s able to pass through the archway without struggle, knowing that this will be a night he won’t soon ever forget. He knows that now, things have changed, and he’ll make sure to make you his, no matter the cost.

All is silent for a few moments as he waits for your subconscious to overtake him. He allows for you to take full control, letting you create the scenario that will take place rather than him creating it like usual. His vision fades.

Needless to say he’s quite surprised to find himself bound to your bed once his eyes regain focus, feeling something soft around his wrists which are tied to the posts above his head. Shifting his gaze, a smirk pulls at his lips as he sees the red fabric binding his hands to your headboard.

Hearing the door creak, he looks over to see you walk into the room, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt as far as he can see. He nearly groans at the sight.

“Oh? What this?” You quirk a brow, smirk tugging at your lips. “What a pleasant surprise.”

He watches your form walk over to him, coming to trail a finger down his chest which he’s just noticed is bare. A shiver runs down his spine at your touch, only serving to make your smirk deepen.

“Is this all for me?” Your voice is teasing, making him groan.

“All for you,” he nearly whines, “only you.”

His words hold so much truth within them, but you won’t know. At least, not yet.

He sees you smile in response, your hand halting its movements in order to splay itself across his chest. His skin feels as if it’s on fire wherever you touch him, only serving to make him crave your touch even more, wanting to feel every part of you pressed against him.

“Please, let me touch you,” he begs, eyes conveying the desperation he feels at finally getting to have this moment, only for him to be tied down and unable to feel your skin beneath his own fingertips.

“Patience, baby,” you say, crawling on top of him on the bed. “All in due time.”

With those words, you begin to trail kisses across his chest, trailing your lips up his neck and nipping at the skin of his jawline, eliciting small moans from his throat. Biting down on a particular spot draws a low groan from his lips, him having to close his eyes briefly to avoid you seeing the darkness that swirls deep within his irises.

You take your time, trailing your hands over the expanse of his chest before shifting your body downwards, and allowing your hands to trail up his thighs. He watches you carefully, chest rising and falling with every breath he takes as he feels you hook your fingers in the briefs he’s wearing, pulling them down his legs before tossing them somewhere in the room. He feels his cock twitch as he watches you lick your lips, nails biting into the skin of his thighs.

His breath hitches in his throat as he feels your hand wrap around the base of his cock, throwing his head back as he feels you begin to move your hand along his shaft, watching his every expression carefully. A small fuck escapes his lips once he feels your mouth gently encase the tip of his cock, sucking lightly as your one hand continue to work over the rest.

Ever so slowly, you take him into your mouth, and he can feel his heart pounding against his ribcage. Never, in all his fantasies, could he have ever imagined how good this would feel, and knowing that it’s you just makes it even more intense.

You take your time with him, bobbing your head a few times before pulling off of him and running your tongue up his shaft. He can’t help the moans that slip past his lips at the feeling of your mouth caressing him so gently, for it’s better than anything he could have ever imagined.

His breathing deepens as you continue to build him up like this, pulling away each time before he can reach his climax, of which frustrates him to no end. However, he’s also somewhat grateful for this, for he wants to be able to feel you coming around him as he comes with you for the first time.

By the time you pull away for the third time, he’s a panting mess. His hair sticks to his forehead as his chest heaves with every breath he takes. Though, he wouldn’t have it any other way, for it’s you that’s doing this to him, and not anyone else. He just can’t wait for the day when he can repay the favour.

“Please,” he manages to get out, causing you to look up at him in interest.

“What is it, baby boy?” You quirk a brow, sitting up on your knees as you look over his state of being, smirk pulling at your lips.

“Please let me touch you,” he whines, tugging once more at his restraints in an attempt to reach out to you, though without much luck. “Let me taste you."

“You’re so cute when you beg,” you giggle, and he swears its one of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard. “Alright then, baby, since you’ve been so good.”

Crawling up his body, you position yourself just above his head. It’s at this point that he realizes that you’re not wearing anything beneath that shirt of yours, and he nearly growls out his approval. He can see the way your folds glisten with your juices, only serving to make his mouth water in anticipation for what is soon to come.

As soon as you lower yourself to him, his mouth is on you, licking and sucking at your entrance to gather every single drop you have to offer him. He makes sure to focus his attention on your clit, using his tongue to flick at it as you arch your back above him, fingers tangling in his hair as you begin to grind down onto his face.

He swears he’s never seen a sight more beautiful than you above him like this, using him for your own pleasure. He can’t help but let his eyes bleed black as he watches you move above him, your chest rising and falling as whimpers of his name slip past your lips; a symphony to his ears.

He can feel you getting closer and closer to the edge, so he makes sure to give you everything he’s got, wanting to see you fall apart for him. Sucking your clit into his mouth, he then soon begins to thrust his tongue rhythmically into you, allowing you to control the pace as you continue to grind yourself down on his tongue.

Just before he can feel you reach your peak and drink in the beautiful nectar that is your orgasm, you’re pulling away from him. 

He lets out a whine in disapproval, pout on his lips as he watches your panting figure hovering above him. 

He licks his lips, collecting the lingering taste of your essence onto his tongue. You’re one of the sweetest things he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting, and since it’s you, he can never get enough.

“Fuck, you really know how to use that tongue of yours, don’t you?” You says, breathlessly.

He can only grin widely at you in response, heart soaring at your praise as he watches you adjust yourself so you’re now straddling his waist before aligning your entrance with the tip of his cock.

A low moan escapes his throat as he feels you ever so slowly sink yourself down onto him, enveloping his cock within your warm walls. His head tilts back and he finds himself having to close his eyes once again in order to not alert you to their change in colour.

His arms strain against the fabric of the silk, wanting nothing more that to break free and grip your hips as you begin to move above him, circling your hips as you squeeze him, as if he’s made for you. He’s starting to think that he is, or at least, that you were made for each other. Everything about you is perfect to him, and he couldn’t ask for anyone better.

You start to pick up your pace, moving above him and snapping your hips into his. He loves the feeling of your chest pressed against his as you begin to bite and nip at the sides of his neck once more. All he wants to do is kiss you, break free from his restraints, wrap his arms around you, flip you over, and give you everything you deserve, and so much more. For now, he’s content letting you live out your own fantasy. There’s always next time.

He can tell you’re getting closer to the edge with every movement of your hips, for the breathy moans of his name you let out right beside his ear are one of the greatest things he’s ever heard. He can feel your tight walls beginning to rhythmically clench around him, and he knows he’s not too far behind.

After a few more thrusts, he feels you coming around him, your essence flowing into him as you let out a high pitched moan. It’s the final push he needs to throw himself over the edge, thighs clenching as he releases deep inside you, a low groan of your name slipping past his own lips.

The two of you stay like this for a few minutes, him just basking in the aftereffects of your orgasm. This whole experience has exceeded any possible expectations he could have had, his heart hammering away in his chest as he now feels connected to you in a way he’s never felt before.

Unfortunately, all too soon, he’s ripped away from you and thrown back into his own consciousness laying back down on his couch in his living room. 

Opening his eyes, he allows a blissful smile to overtake his features, feeling the early morning sun shining on his skin. He’s never felt this full after a feeding before, in more than one way.

He knows one thing for sure now, though. You complete him.

Getting up from the couch, he decides to get ready for the day. After a quick shower, he throws on a fresh pair of clothes and decides to go for a morning walk since he’s in such a good mood.

On the way out of the door, he happens to catch you in the hallway. The smile never leaves his face as he watches you take notice of him, but quickly avert your gaze, shyly, in the next moment. He can tell you’re feeling slightly embarrassed seeing him now after the dream you has last night with him. He can’t help but find it cute.

“Good morning,” he says, seeing you finally lift your gaze to meet his own.

“Morning,” you smile back, and he swears he can feel those butterflies in his stomach that people always talk about.

“How are you today?” He decides striking up a casual conversation with you on the way to the elevators can’t be a bad thing.

“I’m alright,” you reply. “You?”

“Never better,” his smile widens as he watches you shyly avoid his gaze once more.

The two of you step onto the elevator in silence, and he notices you looking over at him out of the corner of your eyes. His heart can’t help but swell at the thought, pride filling his chest, knowing that you like what you see.

All too soon, the elevator dings on the ground floor, and you’re stepping out into the lobby. He freezes for a moment, somewhat caught in a daze as he catches your scent in the air once more.

Snapping back to his senses, he manages to catch up to you just before you can exit the building.

“Wait!” He calls out, watching as you turn around to face him.

“Yes?” Your brow quirks.

“I was wondering if you maybe wanted to have dinner with me sometime?” He asks, hope shining in his eyes as he stares at you.

“I would love to,” comes your reply, and he feels as if all is finally right in the world.

He sees you smile before turning and exiting the building like you had originally intended. He watches your figure move down the street until you disappear around a corner, eyes flashing black briefly in content. 

Jongdae had the foresight to book his lesson after comeback week had finished. You could just imagine trying to teach him anything while he was in the middle of that, it would not go well. Not that the guys had rested all that much, they were always busy because well, idol life was not for the weak. If you loved alone time, sleep and 3 meals a day then it was not the life for you. You’d seen their routine while working with them and the insanity of it had become your normal which is why when you looked back on comeback week and still felt exhausted from it, you knew that it was no joke. Even a robot would have wanted to power down. How they were still standing at the end of it was beyond you. You guessed they were used to it? Regardless, you cancelled lessons for a week after that in order to give them a small modicum of time in their day to rest.

You’d actually forgotten that Jongdae had requested a lesson until Minseok brought it up one night when he’d come to hang out and steal your snacks. He liked to claim that they were his snacks and that he just hid them in your cupboard because they’d get stolen if they were left in the dorm. He’d also ignore you when you reminded him that he always ate super healthy food and so the chocolate bars and packets of chips he was devouring were obviously not his. He didn’t keep snacks like that because his impulse control sucked once he gave in and had ‘just one bite’. 

Four chocolate bars in, he paused to ask. “Are you avoiding Dae?”

You frowned, perplexed by the question. “No.”

“Well he seems to think that you are. Said something about asking you for a lesson and that you’d ghosted him ever since.” Minseok narrowed his eyes at you. “I have to share a room with him you know.” 

You had no memory of Jongdae asking you for a lesson so you were confused at why he seemed to think you were avoiding him. You’d had no work talk at all with the guys after comeback week so if he’d asked you it had to have been before or during the Monster/Lucky One comeback. “I swear Min, he never asked me for one… did he say anything about when or how he asked me?”

“Hmm” Minseok thought for a few moments, enough to half eat another one of your chocolate bars - you were going to have to start a tab for him at this rate, before continuing. “He said he sent a card? He was kind of cryptic about it ok? I don’t remember exactly when he did it but it was after the CBX debut and before today if that helps?” He shrugged and watched you as your brain worked overtime to recall a card from Jongdae.

Your brain was apparently mush during the last month because all you could draw up were snapshots of moments - the Monster stage, too much coffee, Lucky One costumes, a green embossed card, Sehun not sharing his phone, Baekhyun pinning you against a wall - fuck, you still needed to process that whole thing - Jongdae saying something about waiting til he was onstage, Jongin being scared of ghosts, christ so much coffee. Wait. What did Jongdae say to you? You willed your brain to comply with you.

“Hey now, don’t strain a brain cell.” Minseok chuckled.

“Shut up.” 

“Rude.”

You ignored Minseok, much to his annoyance, but you were so close to your brain connecting the dots. The snippets of Baekhyun and you in the corridor kept getting you off track but you had to bench that whole situation for a later date because Jongdae had said something… right before going on stage. Wait. He’d handed you something too. Oh! The envelope, he’d handed you an envelope and, “Open this once we’ve gone on stage.”  It was like a lightbulb had been turned on and all of the darkness between the moments was erased, allowing you to see a clear linear progression of that day. 

“Ah Ha!” You shouted far louder than necessary. So loud that it made Mr Kim I never get scared Minseok jump.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He said as he tried to cover up the monetary shock he’d experienced.

“Sorry. I just remembered what happened.” You’d been so lost in your thoughts and they had been so loud and busy that you really hadn’t realised how loudly you’d just shouted.

“With what?”

“Jongdae!” You exclaimed. 

“Seriously? That was like twenty minutes ago. You’ve been concentrating on that this whole time?” 

“Uh… yeah.” You honestly hadn’t even noticed the time passing. It felt like only a moment ago that Minseok had brought up Jongdae. “But anyway. I remember that day at Music Core he gave me an envelope right before you went on stage to perform. There was a card in it requesting a private tutorial.”

He settled back into the couch. “So you were ghosting him.”

“Not intentionally! I’d honestly forgotten everything that happened that day. If you remember, they poisoned me with coffee far stronger than I could handle.”

“It’s an excuse, not a particularly good one, but still an excuse.” He deadpanned, a wry smile on his face.

“I’ll contact him tonight and organise it ok?”

“Thank fuck. Do you have any idea how insufferable he’s been?”

“Judging by how much chocolate you’ve just eaten I’m gonna go with 8/10 on the Ah Wae scale.”

You had to move quickly to dodge the unopened Mars bar that was hurled at you. He was laughing at the ridiculousness of the very idea of an Ah Wae scale but also not pleased at being accused of emotional snacking. Which he had 100% been doing without noticing. You dodged three throws before being clocked in the jaw with a snickers bar. “I SURRENDER!” You feigned being critically injured by the projectile which sent Minseok into a fit of laughter as he tried to help you stand up. 

“You are ridiculous, you know that?” He said in between laughs as he hoisted you over his shoulder. 

“Says the man who was throwing food. So mature.” 

That earned you a smack on the ass as he carried you to your bed.

***

True to your word you had contacted Jongdae after Minseok had left. You’d apologised for the delay in contacting him, telling him the truth - that you’d forgotten most of what happened in comeback week and that you felt terrible for not contacting him sooner. He was more than understanding, laughing at how he probably should have waited until after the comeback week before asking you.  

“All I remember about debut week was that I had some awful green dye in my hair and had to wear ridiculously shiny clothes. I forgot that I’d sung in Mandarin until we had to appear on a stage again so all is forgiven.” 

The two of you discussed the logistics of setting up the lesson and settled on a date. You briefly went over the rules again since it had been so long since you’d held a group lesson and figured it would be unfair for him to be disadvantaged before the extra part of the lesson even came into play.  He knew he was to be Chen and to be 100% his stage persona rather than Jongdae. He knew how he was to address you, and how it was expected for him to act. There really wasn’t much else you could do to prepare him for what was to come without giving away too much.

“I’m looking forward to our lesson noona. The others have said that it’s much more hands on than our group lessons. I struggle with English so I think it’d really help me out.”

“That’s an interesting way of putting it. The private lessons are definitely more focused on how to best assist you with learning and retaining the words that you have to say while on tour. It should be fun!”  

During classes Jongdae had been a great student, if he was focused. So you knew you’d have a 50/50 chance of him being distracted and not performing to the standard you set in your lessons. He did not know any of this yet, that was the fun part for you. Three days from now you Chen would be put to the test, he just didn’t know it yet.

When you got back to your room you googled the restaurant to look at the decor, the visibility from the public (which according to Dae was zilch as he’d booked a private room), the menu, the decor & lighting so that you could plan the perfect test. Unlike the others you weren’t going to offer the reward or punishment at a later date. You knew Dae well enough to know that once all was revealed, he’d be on board and too eager to delay proceedings. You also wanted to give his punishment or reward right after the lesson given how long he’d had to wait for the lesson. 

You were more than pleased with his selection, you’d be able to stage exactly what you wanted and if all went to plan, he’d either exceed expectations or he’d be far too distracted to pass the lesson. 

***

“Something is up with Baekhyun.” 

You sighed. “Soo, I’m sure he’s fine.”

He paused. “No, I mean there’s not anything physically wrong with him. He’s being weird.” Kyungsoo’s soft voice was normally soothing for you to listen to but right now, as you were on your way to the restaurant, it was only serving to irritate you. 

“Soo, now’s not really -”

“Weirder than usual noona..” He cut you off, desperate for you to hear him. There was actual concern in his voice and that was the only thing that gave you pause.

You braced yourself for what the following question would unveil. “Ok I’ll bite. Weirder how?”

“The whole time you’ve been doing private lessons he’s always been overly inquisitive about the whole thing. He’s always thought something was up with the lessons and that there was something going on between you and Minseok hyung. At first I thought he was just tired from promotions but he has had no questions, no attempts at tricking us into saying something. It’s like he’s given up… which is not like him, and he isn’t moping about it.”

You resisted the urge to rub your face with your palm, lest you ruin your makeup but Baekhyun’s words echoed in your mind. this time I know that you feel something too. you’re missing out on so much more by not taking it just that little bit further with me. I’m leaving it up to you to make the move though, that’s 100% in your court. Could it be that he was done with making advances on you? Had you rejected him? You didn’t think you had, it was always fun flirtations, extended foreplay if you will. 

“Noona?” Kyungsoo’s voice brought you out of your thoughts as you realised that you hadn’t responded to him.

“Sorry Soo. I can’t deal with Baekhyun right now but I think I have an idea of what is going on with him and I’ll sort it out later.”

“I mean, I’d rather you did it now…”

“Soo.” You warned.

“Kidding noona. I just wanted to make sure you were aware. It’s just out of character for him and some of the others think its a new tactic but I think otherwise.”

“I’m about to have my lesson with Dae so like I said, I can't deal with it right now but I promise that I will soon.”

“Thanks noona.” He said. “Have fun, and I’m not gonna lie but I kind of want Dae to fail his lesson. He’s always been the prankster so it would bring me so much joy to know he had to be punished.” He chuckled.

“Kyungsoo!”

“What?” He laughed.

“Not words I was expecting from you.” You laughed in reply. “I have to go, but thank you for letting me know.”

“Knock his socks off.”

You hung up and made a mental note to have words with Baekhyun later. You were really hoping to wait until it was time for his lesson to explain everything but you were going to have to work out something to prevent him from distancing himself. You also had the slight fear that whilst you both liked each other, that he might want something exclusive with you and that just wouldn’t work for multiple reasons. Firstly, that could cost you your job, it was one thing to hide these private lessons and occasional flings with the boys but a proper relationship? That scared you to death. Exclusivity… that you weren’t sure on. You liked him, a lot, but you also liked the others a lot as well. And you had no idea how he’d take the news that you’d fucked his members if he was really starting to develop romantic feelings for you. You shook your head before you let those thoughts get their hooks in. You had a lunch to attend, and a lesson to give. A very hands on lesson.

***

You arrived first. As you followed the waiter through the restaurant to your private table you took in the prohibition era decor. It served modern european cuisine and the whole place had an industrial underground feel. There was only overhead lighting in the kitchen and bar areas, otherwise the room was dimly lit, with a small coiled light globe on each table, emitting a golden yellow light. The whole restaurant was paneled with wood and has been aged with rust marks. When you stepped into the private room you felt like you’d stepped into an old mafia movie. The walls were a makeshift cellar, with all of the alcohol locked behind wire cabinet doors. There was a round table with two chairs in the centre of the room and a candelabra in the middle. It was a good thing that you didn’t need Chen to read anything during this lesson because it was almost too dark to comfortably do that. You let the waiter take your jacket and hang it by the door, then took your seat and waited for the man of the hour to arrive.

If incognito was the look he was going for then he failed horribly once he entered the restaurant. On the street his disguise of black jeans, a black oversized dress shirt, black cap and black mask helped him to blend in to the crowd. Here he stood out like a sore thumb. You were thankful for the private room given that now even if they had no idea who had walked through the restaurant, the patrons knew it was someone famous. At least he didn’t have an iced americano with him as well.

“Hi Noona!” He smiled warmly at you as he removed his cap and mask, fixing his hair before sitting opposite you.

“Teacher-nim.” You reminded him. “You know the rules for today Chen.”

He chuckled and let out a sigh. “So it’s going to be like this huh? I was really hoping to have a fun catch up lunch, gossip and you just teach me amongst that.”

You shook your head. “No can do. My private lessons work differently to the group ones. I will be addressing you by your stage persona. So today you are Chen, vocal powerhouse and incredible performer, not sweet and incredibly mischievous Jongdae. You will refer to me as Teacher and you will give me your full attention. If you do well, you get rewarded. If not, you’ll be punished. Make sense?”

“Weird flex but ok,” He saw the look on your face and added. “Teacher.” Internally you cursed at him. He was going to make things difficult today, you just knew it. Both Jongdae & Chen were loud and cheeky. He wouldn’t be bratty like Sehun but you could already tell that he was going to push you as far as he could get away with. “Can you explain the lesson to me over food?” He asked. “I showered and came from practice so I’m kind of starving and if I’m starving then I’m going to be a terrible student.”

After you had both ordered your meals and your drinks had been served you started to tell him how the lesson would progress. “Each private lesson I do is specifically tailored to the person I’m giving it to. I pick something that I believe to be one of their interests or strengths and use that as a foundation to build the lesson from. My aim is to make memorising the lines of your ment easier, and more than that, if you forget a line the lesson we do should give you a specific thing to draw from to remember the line. Still with me?”

The look on Chen’s face was confused. “I think so but can you give me an example here?”

“Ok so for D.O. I used a recipe, for Lay I used dance, for Kai a children’s book. I associated the lines with steps in the recipe, moves of a dance or lines in the book.”

“Shit you might be some kind of genius noona, I mean teacher.” Chen quickly corrected his slip up as he took a sip of his drink. “So what is my lesson based off?”

“Music.”

“Well that’s not vague at all.” He chuckled.

“Specifically songs. I assume you have your ipod on you?” You asked.

He pulled it out of his pocket and held it up, waving it at you. “Never leave home without it.”

“Ok so what we are going to do is put it on shuffle and the first 6 songs that come up will be the songs that we use. Each song will be associated with a line from your ment.” You explain.

Chen nods, “Ok that sounds good.” He starts to play around with his ipod, closing out of the playlist he was in and setting it to shuffle all songs. Once he had prepared the device he set it on the table and looked at you. “Ready.”

“First song please.” You request. He presses play and the first song begins. It’s a soft ballad, a bit lacking in the energy that you were hoping for given the first phrase but in reality if he forgot how to say the first phrase, you were doomed from the beginning. You passed a piece of paper to him, with his ment on it broken down into 6 phrases. “And first phrase.”

He glances at the paper and rolls his eyes, confidence filling his features. “Hello I am EXO’s Chen!” You are thankful that he didn’t do the line at his normal volume, he was usually the loudest of the group while doing introductions, with only Baekhyun giving him a run for his money. Chanyeol too on occasion but he ran too high a risk of losing his voice if he tried to compete with the two vocalists.

You nod and pause the song. “Good. The rest of the lesson will run like this, then we’ll revisit the songs and you will tell me the line associated with each, even if they are out of order.”

He sighs, some of the fun he’d associated with this lesson disappearing. “Yes teacher-nim.”

“Second song please.” The next tune is funky and has hints of jazz. It takes everything you have to not bop or tap your foot along to the infectious music. “Next phrase.”

Chen hums the song for a few bars then says. “Our American fans are so beautiful.” His voice lilts as he speaks, fitting the words to the melody of the song. 

“On to the next one Chen.” You say as he grooves out in his chair, pretend drumming with the utensils. “Chen.” You warn. 

“Party pooper.” He mumbles under his breath as he goes to the next song. A familiar song from a musical starts and you try to hide your smile. He really listens to every genre, no wonder he can sing practically anything and make it sound amazing. He over enunciates the words within the song’s melody, hitting the key change mid sentence. “You have to create today’s performance with us.”

That cocky bastard. You think to yourself. He’s acing the lesson but his attitude about it is leaving a lot to be desired. He’s building to something, but what, you are not sure of yet. “Fourth one.” A happy summer bop by a girl group comes on and he laughs. 

“I forgot this was even on here. This song is a whole ass mood.” You tap the table impatiently, making it clear that you aren’t jamming to music with him for fun, this is for work… even if this song is a whole ass mood. “Ugh fine.” He clears his throat. “You have to sing together with us, you have to play together with us.”

Before you can ask he moves on to the fifth song. Heavy rock guitar and drums blast through the speaker and he grins, headbanging and taking a huge gulp of air, making you think he’s going to yell the line before singing at a much lower volume than you know he wants to as he busts out the phrase. “Are you ready?” You mask the glare you want to give him for how he’s toying with you but internally you are staring daggers at him.

The final song he plays is a slow RnB song, the kind you put on a fuck playlist. It is completely jarring to the vibe of the final phrase but he manages to make it work, even if it does come out far more sensually than it should. “Let’s spend today being together happily. Thank you, I love you!” He does a seated bow and grins at you. “I did well right?”

“You got the lines right and understand the idea of fitting the words to the melody of the song, but there is no need to show off Chen. You’ll have multiple chances to say the lines however you like during the tour and rehearsals.” 

After the first run through the food arrives so you pause the playlist, make note of the songs and set it aside while you eat. You don’t view this break to eat as a break in the lesson, unlike Chen, who thinks he now has free time to get distracted by chatting. He is halfway through a rather large mouthful of his meal when his face lights up. Normally you would associate this look with extreme delight over food but given that he is chewing with more vigour you feel like he is rushing to finish his mouthful. 

“So,” He grins at you. You get a sudden fear that he knows what the reward and punishment part of your lessons involves, your breath hitching slightly as you hold out hope that the next words out of his mouth aren’t a cheap attempt to skip the remainder to the lesson and jump to sex. “About my frequently missing roommate.” 

It takes a moment for you to put two and two together but you slowly realise that he is talking about Minseok. Here you were thinking that it was only Baekhyun who thought you were up to something with his eldest member but apparently Jongdae had been keeping an eye out as well, going so far as to not get involved during the last CBX meal when this very topic was brought up. Not that he had to pay too much attention, after all if you are expecting your roommate to be in his bed each night and a handful of those he is absent, you’d be suspicious of his whereabouts. You try to be nonchalant about it. “Sorry?”

“Don’t play dumb noona. I know he leaves our room and disappears for hours, sometimes the entire night.” He points a chopstick at you and raises a brow as he speaks.

“I don’t see how Minseok leaving at night has anything to do with me.” You shrug his words off, not wanting to rehash this conversation.

“Sehunnie told me Minseok hides his snacks in your kitchen, and that he goes to hang at your place pretty often.” He gives you a pointed look. “Minseok only leaves the dorm for 3 reasons, schedules, gym or sex.” He sits back in his chair, a smug smile on his face, the kind that you want to slap off his face. 

Instead you choose to look bored and annoyed rather than allowing your true emotions show. “Are your deductions reaching a solid point anytime soon or are you going to continue to waste the precious time I’ve spent on this lesson for you to talk about the extracurricular activities of your roommate?” 

He has the audacity to look shocked that you’ve avoided answering his question. “Noona. I know he’s visiting you. It would be so much easier if you would just admit it.”

“Minseok does hide his snacks in my kitchen but that is only because he is trying to diet and because he knows that someone will steal them if he leaves them in the pantry.” You state.

“Sure noona.” He says smugly.

You aren’t ashamed of your friends with benefits arrangement with Minseok, that’s not the cause of your anger. No, you are pissed that Jongdae thinks he can coerce the answer from you over lunch and more than that, that he feels that he is entitled to an answer. Baekhyun backs off once he realises he’s hit a nerve with you but Dae just keeps pressing the point and you’ve had it. “End of discussion. This makes two meals I’ve had with you where the conversation has been diverted into talk of Minseok and I. Last time it was Baekhyun, this time its you and to be quite honest I’m fucking done with it.” You snap. “This is the last time that I will remind you that I am here today as your teacher, not your friend and you would be wise to show me the respect that I deserve.” It is a bit cruel to cut him down so severely but at the same time, your arrangement with Minseok is none of his business and this is a lesson. Jongdae would stick to trying to get the info out of you if you hadn’t been so blunt. You could live with hurting his pride and he’d soon forget about it.

You finish your meal in silence, it’s not awkward but you can tell that he isn’t used to being scolded in such a blunt fashion for anything that isn’t related to his work. If anything your bluntness would be good for him, lest he remain on a pedestal of getting whatever he wanted. Jongdae was sensible, so he knew to shut up and eat while evaluating what was said but also to try to remember his ment. If curiosity got the better of him he was impossible to control, the rest of the time he was probably the last person that SM had to worry about. He loved his work. He didn’t have interest in branching out into acting or being a brand ambassador, no, all he wanted was to sing and to one day, have a family. So you both ate, silently and efficiently, stopping only to order another drink. While you watched him stew over your words you formulated a plan. This lesson was either going to continue to be derailed like Sehun’s was, or, he would focus and be the model student. You held out little hope for the latter being true at this point. So if he was going to continue to disrupt the lesson, then you were going to make the lesson difficult for him. When you were done with him he would wish he hadn’t asked you anything.

***

Since resuming the lesson you’d moved closer to Chen, something that had startled him at first but he got over it once you grabbed the ipod and pressed play, looking at him expectantly until he spoke. He was less confident since you’d snapped at him and flubbed a few lines. On the third run through of the ment you’d started to randomly touch him, brushing dust off his shoulder, ghosting his ear, before resting a hand on his thigh. That was what did it for him.

“What are you doing?!” He exclaimed. “What the fuck noon-teacher!”

You kept your features neutral and definitely didn’t focu on how muscular his thigh was. “You have to be able to perform under pressure Chen. Being in front of the audience and with seven other men high on adrenaline can be distracting. So the purpose of the touching is to maintain your focus, regardless of what is thrown at you while you speak.”

“I said genius before but did I emphasise the evil part of it?” He grumbled. 

And so it continued, he spoke and you tried to distract him, letting your hands wander. He did far better than you were expecting and at this point you were enjoying the tour of his body that your hands were taking. You watched as he started to clear his throat more, and lick his lips as he fought against giving in to the roaming hands on his body. “Third line.” You prompted, a smirk on your face as you watched him squirm.

You ghosted over his crotch, letting just the edge of your palm brush against him as you reached for his thigh and you heard his breath hitch. Somehow he maintained his composure and delivered the line. You decided that it was time to give him the ultimate test. Whilst the suggesting roaming of your hands had definitely had an effect on him, you knew there was one place that he absolutely could not stand to be touched. His ears.

“First line” You said. As he opened his mouth to confidently and easily say the first line you touched his ear. His reaction was immediate, the line long forgotten as his instincts took over.

He jerked away from your touch, hating that you kept touching his ears. “Noona please, you know I hate having my ears touched.” He whined. 

You did know, that was the point. He might have remembered the lines in the beginning but his attitude had led you to taking the lesson up a notch. After that, he’d had a 60% success rate and really, you were going to have to give the guy a reward. Until he broke. Now you were free to choose to punish him instead. And after the way he’d spoken to you earlier, you kind of wanted to make him suffer. To make him needy, to hear him beg for you. 

You tsked him. “I believe I gave you your final warning during our meal. I am not your noona today. I am your teacher, and you have disrespected me for the last time Chen.” A look of worry appeared on his face. Until this point he’d been so sure that he would come out of this lesson on top. That in itself was enough of a decider for you. “You will not be rewarded for today’s lesson.”

“That’s not fair! You kept touching me &” He protested even though he knew it would do him no good.

“Irrelevant. Are you going to try and convince me that your members never try to throw you off during a ment by talking, touching, mocking etc?” His face dropped as he shook his head.

“But -”

“So you failed today’s lesson. You would have passed had you not allowed yourself to be distracted. You can review the lesson in your own time and work on the prompts yourself, you very nearly had it memorised but your attention is too easily diverted. Something to work on there.” You delivered your feedback succinctly, wanting to get to the part where you explained the punishment to him and watched his face. That was your favourite part.

“So...that’s it? I just fail and go home now?” He started to sulk. He knew how cheery the others had been after their lessons and to think that he’d be the first to fail was crushing him. 

“Don’t start your one person pity party yet Chen. You won’t be rewarded for the lesson but you will be punished. And you aren’t the first member to be punished.” His face became confused at that. Noticing this you kept speaking before he could cut you off. “I think we should order dessert so I can explain how this will work.”

***

Chen continued to watch you nervously as you ordered a tasting plate to share for dessert and sipped on your wine as though you hadn’t just told him you were going to punish him. His mind jumped to the punishments that were doled out after the arcade night. Were you going to make him do something embarrassing like that? Or were you going to make him do all of the chores in the house, do your shopping or buy everyone a meal? He couldn’t just sit there and wait for you to speak. 

“What is my punishment?” He uttered the words precariously.

“That,” You started. “Is something best discussed once dessert arrives and we are left alone.” Your words did nothing to calm his nerves so he fidgeted while he waited. Sighing you added. “You can text Sehun. He was also punished so you can ask about his experience.” Unbeknownst to him, you also texted Sehun.

[1:42pm] You: So Dae is going to text you. He’s getting a punishment & he has no idea what’s involved with the rewards or punishments yet so feel free to mess with him.

[1:42pm] Sehun: Noona, are you suggesting that I torment my hyung?

[1:42pm] Sehun: Because I’ll do it.

[1:43pm] You: Look he’s been a true beagle today.

[1:43pm] You: It’ll do him good to have a bit of fear & humility.

[1:43pm] Sehun: Noona, you have made my day!

[1:43pm] You: Make me proud. Freak him out but don’t lie otherwise he’ll take revenge later.

[1:44pm] Sehun: Trust me. I was born for this task.

You stifled your laugh so as to not give away what was about to happen to Dae. Were you being cruel? A little. Was it deserved? Most definitely. Not only just for today but it was worth it to bring the prank master unstuck.

Chen focused on texting Sehun but from the look on his face, his anxiety was not being alleviated at all. You knew Sehun would do a good job of scaring him, his brattiness finally coming in useful for you. 

The share plate arrived and you happily ate, Chen was apprehensive until you prompted him to eat. Once you’d enjoyed three of the small desserts on the tasting plate you put your spoon down and made eye contact with Chen, who hurried to swallow his food and waited with baited breath for you to speak. “For the members who received a reward - they were allowed to ask for whatever they wanted from me and as long as it wasn’t something I was unwilling to perform, I did it. So far no one has asked for something that I’m unwilling to give. Essentially they get to fulfil a fantasy, a desire that they’ve kept hidden or wanted to explore but their fame has made that a difficult task. Are you with me so far?” 

Chen nods. “Yes. I think so.” He furrows his brow. “But when you say anything… what did they, you know, ask for?”

“Without being specific, all of the punishments have involved a lack of clothing, writhing bodies and a happy ending.” You chuckled as his jaw dropped, the reality of the rewards finally hitting him.

“And, um, the punishment?” He asked as he tried to not let the shock of finding out that you had been fucking around with 6 of his members.

“You will be my second punishment. Similarly to Sehun I will ask you for what you would have requested had you earned a reward. Then I will twist that into a punishment. If you endure the punishment, you will be rewarded at the end. So,” You picked up your spoon and took a mouthful of the vanilla ice cream. “I will give you a few minutes to consider what you want while I go freshen up in the bathroom. I’ll give you ten minutes, but text me if you make your mind up before that.” You stood and turned towards the door, looking behind you as you moved to leave. “Oh and Chen?”

“Y-yes?” He stuttered.

“I work best with details. What you want, what line you won’t cross.” You smiled and left Chen alone in the room to let your words sink in. You tried to work out what kind of thing he’d ask for as you made your way to the ladies room. What secret desires did the devilishly cheeky vocalist have? Would he want to dominate you or submit to you? Would he want to use toys? Would he want a threesome? Would he want his punishment right away or would he want to schedule it for later? You had no idea but after all of the exploring your hands did earlier, you were ready to dish out his punishment sooner rather than later. The longer you waited for his ten minutes to be p, the more your brain formulated a plan of what you wanted to do to him, you just had to see if it would fit with what he requested.

Ding. 

Your phone chimed, startling you from the deliciously evil plan you had formed. You checked the message that was sent, wondering if it was from him or if it was one of the others. 

[2:05pm] Jongdae: I’ve decided what I want.

You grinned, fixed your clothing and checked your appearance in the mirror one last time then headed back to the room. Once you entered your eyes went straight to the man seated at the table. The man you were going to make earn whatever it was that he so desired. You made sure the door was closed behind you before leaning against it, raising a brow at him as you waited for him to speak.

“Do I just come out and ask for it?” He says somewhat nervously.

You nod. “That would assist proceedings.”

He takes a deep breath and readies himself. You weren’t expecting him to be so nervous about this. He avoids your gaze as he speaks, his eyes focused on the door behind you. “I have a noona kink.” He states. “And, uh, I want to have you here, on this table. I want the danger of being heard by the whole restaurant, I want to have you for dessert, I bet you taste so sweet.” He smirks, his confidence finally returning to him. Fuck, that’s hot. You think, picturing yourself spread out on the table with his face between your legs.

You nod. This fits in wonderfully with your plan. You were hoping he’d be impatient enough to want to go through with it right now but knowing he has both a noona kink and a touch of exhibitionism in him, you’ve got more than enough to work with. “You will get what you want, if you can endure how I twist it to punish you. For now, what you want will be withheld from you. You won’t be allowed to cum unless I allow it. You will prove to me that you can follow instructions and behave. If you can do this, then you can have me on this table until I can’t take it anymore.”

He licks his lips and swallows, his pupils dilating as you speak. “Yes.”

“Let me make sure no waiters walk in while we do this. We can explain away noises, but if someone were to walk in on EXO’s Chen in a compromising position with a member of SM staff… that we would have trouble covering up. Not to mention that I’d be out of a job. So, give me a sec.” You turn to leave the room once more, placing your hand on the door handle. As you turn it you leave him with one last thing, sure to drive him mad. “And Chen?” 

“Yes?”

“From now, you will address me as noona.”

“Fuck.” You hear him say under his breath as you leave the room to tell the staff some bullshit story about having a business meeting that cannot be disturbed under any circumstances. You’d shove a chair against the closed door as a safeguard once you returned. You hadn’t been kidding about the catastrophe that would happen if someone walked in. It would be beyond damaging for you. It would be a scandal for him and for the group but you would be kissing your job goodbye. But back to the matter at hand. You thought.

You were going to absolutely wreck him. And he was going to enjoy it.

A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it and are ready for what comes next! Let me know your thoughts!