#just b

There’s so many things about Doyum that you adore. He’s very passionate about his music, he’s got a quiet kindness about him, and the two of you can confide in each other for most things. You say most because your relationship with him is still new. You’ve known each other for quite a while, being a fan of his music since his second album released, and it was just by happenstance that you two met during the promotions of his third album. You two had stayed friends for quite a while before he decided to bite the bullet and ask you out on an official date. So now, it’s only been about six months since you two have started dating and you’ve loved every minute of it.

The only things you haven’t confided in him yet have been things that would take a truth serum to get out of you. Your darkest secrets, your selfish desires, things that you aren’t sure how he would react to stay locked in your brain. He didn’t pry, he just reminded you that he would be willing to listen to you when you’re ready. He was the same way with you, not really giving more than you give him. You sometimes wonder if he’s just trying to match your energy.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to stay at the boys’ dorm when you waited for him to come back. It was normal for him and Geonu to stay late at the company since they did a lot of work on things for the group. Typically, you would talk with Siwoo and Bain as they would keep you company while you wait.

“All I’m saying is that he better come home in the next half an hour or else I’m going to eat the couch.” You groan while scrolling through your phone.

“Please, eat him instead of the couch.” Siwoo begs, sitting next to you on the couch. “We just got this and it took us years to get it.”

“I don’t think he’d let me.” You sigh, leaning back into the arm of the plush couch. “He’s so busy recently, I’ve rarely had any time to just be around him.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t eaten him already.” The tall member of the group winks at you with his dirty insinuation still hanging off of his lips.

You toss one of the pillows at him, causing him to laugh. “You’re nasty, you know that?” You can’t be mad at Bain because he is, unfortunately, correct. “We haven’t really had the time and ability to, you know, do it. The first time was only a couple of months ago, so.”

“You know, that explains why he takes care of it himself most of the time.” Bain rolls his eyes, causing your cheeks to flush. “I thought that he would make time, though, given how crazy he is about you.”

You shrug your shoulders, not knowing that about your boyfriend. He’s never pushed anything with you, you were the one to suggest going further with him and he agreed. “I never thought about it like that, he’s never said anything like that to me.”

“He’s probably just worried he would scare you off with how high his sex drive actually is.” The brown haired guy states, knowing his friend better.

You nod slightly, taking in what his groupmates have said. You can feel the butterflies start to erupt in you at the possibility he would want more with you. “Do you have an idea for how I can get him to…open up to me, like that?”

Bain sees the devilish look in your eyes and is so ready to indulge. “I’m sure that if you were to get someone else’s attention, he would lose his mind.”

Your plan went into action after that. You know that you can’t use any of the other guys to help with your plan because they won’t fall for the bait or willingly be at the receiving end of whatever Doyum might do. So you have to wait for the right time while he is at the company. You decide to visit him at the studio while he’s working on music with one of the composers and producers. You show up in one of your favorite outfits that accentuates your chest nicely with sheer tights underneath your skirt. You step into the room, seeing all three of them engrossed in making music that they didn’t notice your presence at first. “Hey baby, I got out of work early so I decided to stop by.”

“Oh, hey baby,” He turns around to see you with a smile, always happy to see you when you pop by. When his eyes see what you’re wearing, his composure stiffens slightly. You can see the way he shifts in his chair, his teeth biting the inside of his lip, and the way his eyes keep trying to focus on your face but he just can't. “You, uh, haven’t stopped by in a while, so this is a pleasant surprise.”

“I hope I’m not intruding.” You pout lightly, knowing he won’t ask you to leave but will fake your sheepishness anyway. “I’d love to take a listen to what you have so far.”

He blinks a little before he clears his throat and makes room for you to come up to the sound table. “Yeah, yeah, of course. Um, here.”

You move to sit yourself in between Doyum and the producer, leaning over the table and resting your elbows on it. You can feel the blond’s eyes staring at you, seeing the way your breasts are in full bloom in front of him while he plays the current demo he’s working on. You start bobbing your head to the beat, listening to the electro-pop vibe that they’ve created. Once it’s done, you smile at Doyum. “This is so fun so far, who had the idea for the genre?”

“It was Geonu’s idea, but I came up with the original demo.” The producer says, making you turn your gaze to him.

“This is really good! I really like the beat drop for where the chorus will be.” You smile at him, giving him praise for the hard work.

“There’s still a couple of others that I worked on,” Doyum interjects, bringing your attention back to him. “Would you like to listen?”

“Absolutely.” You swivel your smile to him, resting your hand on his. “Let me hear!”

You made sure to provide praise to everyone else who had worked on the song and give Doyum praise last. You can tell by the way his jaw is set and tight that it’s having the effect you want on him. Jealousy is a disease and Doyum is terminal. When you shift your body weight to either press your breasts together more or push your ass out, you know that the producer and composer are also staring at you, and that’s what kills him.

“Hey, babe,” Doyum gets your attention after watching your figure move again. “Why don’t you join me while I start working on the lyrics? You can give me your opinions on different lyrics and flows.”

“Oh, I’d love to!” You smile, seeing the slight nod from him. “When would you like to do that?”

“We can do that now.” He pulls you up with him and starts walking to the door. “I can start working on the lyrics and flow while they fine tune the sound.”

“Oh, okay!” You smile, walking in toe with him as he walks out the door. You’re taken aback by his eagerness, having never seen this much urgency in Doyum. He leads you to his personal studio in the company, having you walk in first before closing the door behind you both. As soon as the door is closed, however, he drops any facade he had and makes you question him, “What’s that face for, baby?”

“Don’t play with me like that.” He’s serious when he talks to you, causing your stomach to churn uncomfortably at the new tone with him but also anticipating what’s going to happen next. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you walked into the room looking like that.”

“Like what?” You put your hands behind your back, trying to look at him innocently.

He wastes no time in pulling you close to him, but still holding restraint as he doesn’t do more than that. He looks at you so hungry, like he wants to absolutely devour you where you stand. He holds you closely, looking intently into your eyes. He’s trying so hard, but you want to crack him. “Like you wanted to get a reaction from them and not me.”

“Well, I did wear this for you,” You tell him, resting a hand on his chest. From this angle, you can see how much he is holding back. “If they were looking, then, well, who am I to tell them no?”

“Maybe because you and I are together?” He turns you two around to where your back is hitting the door of the studio room, causing you to shrink down slightly. “And what you were showing off should be for my eyes only.”

“Oh are they?” You tease, biting your lip slightly when you look into his eyes. “Then why don’t you claim what’s yours?”

Doyum sucks in his breath and holds it while looking deep into your eyes. He asks you, “What game are you playing?”

“I’m not playing a game.” You tell him while you rest your arms on his shoulders. He groans lightly when your fingers find his hair and pull lightly. “I just know that you haven’t been forthcoming with telling me how much you need me. So I wanted you to be honest with me.”

The chuckle he lets out is dark, holding your hips tightly while he drinks up your figure. “Being honest huh?” His right hand slides up your back, holding the back of your neck tightly while he sneers, “I hated the way they looked at you while you’re dressed like this. Like they could take you away from me. But you’re my partner, and I want to make sure you know that too.”

You relish in the way he’s trying to control the situation. You never thought you would see him like this in this type of situation, but you’re so here for it. Your lips quirk up in a smirk at his proclamation. “Then what are you going to do?”

With your question, he kisses you harshly, taking control. He leaves you little time to comprehend what’s going on before he’s biting your lip while kissing. He listens to the way that you whine. He knows that he’s been holding back from you, but when you’ve asked for so little, he felt he couldn’t be greedy. So now that you have opened Pandora’s box, he’s going to show you the chaos you haven’t seen.

Your body starts going warm as you feel the way he’s gripping onto you. He’s got one hand holding the back of your neck in place while his other hand grips your hip tightly, his thumb digging into your waist. The way he makes sure to work your lips open so he can have as much of you as he wants is crazy. He’s kissing you with so much fervor, it’s making you dizzy. Doyum has rarely been the type to show this much passion, but when jealousy is mixed in, he makes sure to show you who gets to do these things to you.

His mouth moves its way down to your neck and he starts sucking a dark hickey on your neck, making sure that marks are visible to anyone who looked your way in this outfit. He loves the way that you moan while he bites at your sensitive skin. He makes sure to move down to where your neck meets your collarbone on the opposite side and leaves another reddish mark there. He groans at the way you pull his hair while he bites you. “Sounds like you wanted me to teach you a lesson.”

“Doyum,” You moan out his name while he continues to move down your chest and you push his face closer to you. You can’t see the way his eyes are closed but his eyebrows are scrunched up shows he’s trying hard to focus on making you feel good. “Please,”

“Please?” He pulls his face away from you and looks deeply into your eyes. Oh damn, does he want to fold right then and there looking at how much you want him. But he won’t fold just yet, he wants to make sure you know exactly what will happen if you try to pull this stunt again. He towers over you, grabbing your chin roughly to make sure you look at him when he says, “You don’t get to ask for more when you had all eyes on you, baby.”

You whine, melting into his touch unknowingly. Looking at him, he’s got a stern gaze that shows he’s not going to give into you unless you beg. But you’re not there quite yet, you want to see how far he’s willing to take it. “But I didn’t know they would be staring at me like that, baby, I can’t help it.”

“Can’t help it, huh?” The hand that was gripping your chin slides down to your front, groping your breast harshly over your clothing. “When you wear a shirt that low cut, being as hot as your are, you know that people will be looking.” He takes the way you moan at the contact and uses it to continue working you up. Soon enough, he pulls the neckline down entirely to expose your breast before carefully pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger. Your breathing becomes harsher as he starts sucking another hickey onto the mound of your breast. “If you’re going to wear something like that, then people have to know you have someone who can look at you more intimately than that.”

Doyum does not give you a chance to breathe while he works on your sensitive points. Your breathing quickening tells him that he’s doing a good job at just that. You start trying to get closer to him, to feel more of him, and he lets you. In fact, he pulls away from your breast to pull your hips closer to him and you can feel the way he’s grown hard. It somewhat startles you, considering the two of you are actually at his company and not behind the closed doors of a bedroom. Someone could walk by and hear you two if the room wasn’t soundproof. “Fuck, Doyum…”

“What, didn’t think you could make me want you this badly?” His smirk is dark while he rolls his hips into you. The groan that came from his throat sends warmth down your own body and he can see the way you shiver. “You underestimate yourself, and you underestimate what I’m willing to do to you.”

You look up at him again, seeing the way his jaw is still somewhat tight, watching the way you react to him. “Then show me.”

That’s when your boyfriend doesn’t waste any time in shoving your pants down, taking your underwear with it and letting you step out of your clothing. When you look back up at him, he grabs your chin again but positions his thumb and index finger to fit on your cheeks, holding your jaw open slightly. He pulls slightly before giving you a command, “Open.” And when you do, he can feel himself growing harder. Then he commands again, “Now suck.” As he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth. The pride he feels when you do as he says, letting your tongue run between his fingers, allowing you to coat him in your spit, it's sickening and he loves it. He feels the way your tongue works around his fingers and is now wondering how it would feel around his cock. He’ll wait until next time to explore that, but he still has to teach you your lesson.

When he pulls his fingers from your mouth, you are very quick to have your senses overloaded again while they press to your clit and rub harshly. You hold onto his shoulders for dear life while you realize what he’s doing. Large, rough circles play with your clit and the pleasure starts sparking through you. You try to keep yourself quiet but it's so hard when you feel so good. Your hips start grinding down onto his hand, wanting to chase after the sparks to ignite the fire. He’s very quick to pull away though, earning a pained whine from you. “Baby, please!”

“You’re being punished, remember?” He stands straight and tall, looking at you with hooded eyes. His eyes scan over your disheveled state, looking at the way you were falling so deep in pleasure because of him. This is what he wanted to see. He slowly discards the pullover hoodie that he was wearing, showing nothing underneath. He watches the way your eyes look at every part of his toned body that’s visible. You’re hungry for more. “Now, we are going to try that again, but if you try moving, I’m stopping and you don’t get to cum. Understand?”

You nod your head quickly, wanting to feel him again. “Yes, sir.”

The nickname makes his pants grow tighter and he groans again when he makes contact with your cunt again. You’re so wet already from how he’s worked you up thus far, so feeling the way his fingers easily glide against you drives his desires to pound into you that much harder to resist. He lets you rest your arms around his shoulders again, resting your forehead against his while you focus on trying to keep yourself upright. “That’s it, take my fingers, princess.”

You try so hard to prevent yourself from grinding back down on him. You’ve always loved how his hands looked, and he’s definitely explored your body with them before, but never had he commanded control with them like this. It makes you dizzy with desire while he goes between rubbing large circles and moving your fingers back and forth in long strokes. He can see the way your body reacts in every other way and that doesn’t help you listen to him. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good, baby. God I love your fingers so much!”

“Shit, I can tell, baby.” Even his breathing is becoming labored, just watching the way you unravel on his hand alone. The sounds coming from your mouth are heavenly in one way, and the sounds coming from your cunt are sinful in another. “You’re so wet for me, I’m the one that can make you feel like this.”

“Only you can, please, sir, I want more. Please!” Without even realizing you’ve done it, your hips drop onto his hand to get more friction. As soon as he pulls away, the whine is needy and your grip on his hair tightens. “Doyum, come one, I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

“It’s not a matter of if you’ve been good or not,” He starts unbuttoning his pants, looking at the way you bite your lip in anticipation. “It’s a matter of if you’ve learned your lesson or not. So tell me, princess,” His eyes stay locked to yours while he lets his cock out from his briefs. “What did you learn?”

“That…” You start, trailing off when you notice just how hard he is. His tip is a delicious shade of pink, so ready to bury itself deep in you. You decide to take it one step further and give him a mischievous smile when you say, “I need to make you jealous more often.”

Within an instant, your back is against the door and his grip on your hips is tight. The way his dick is sliding against your folds has you whining all over again. He gives you one last chance to back down when he asks, “Are you sure that’s the right answer?”

“If it’s the answer that gives me what I want,” You look at him tenderly, knowing that even in your blissed out state, you want to make sure he knows that you really want this and you really want him. “Because I want you to show me why I got so lucky when dating you.”

He catches his lip between his teeth while he guides his dick into you and once he’s in, he pushes in hard. He almost knocks the wind out of you but he can see the way you enjoy it from how your eyes roll in the back of your head. He grabs underneath your left thigh and hooks your leg around his waist, wanting to make sure he has as much access to you as possible. Opening your hip like that, he pushes in further and doesn’t anticipate the whine that escapes your lips. “I’ll show you, and I’ll show them.” He pulls out enough so he’s still inside you, but slams his hips back up in you and forces the air out of your lungs. He repeats the motion a few more times before he starts to build a consistent rhythm.

You cannot stop yourself from flexing your fingers into his skin, giving him slight crescents while he pounds into you. This is most definitely not the same Doyum you had sex with before. He was attentive to your pleasure for your pleasure, he was attentive and slow, not wanting to miss a single cue from you, he was doting. Now he’s focusing on making this memorable, that he’s attentive so he can punish you when you break the rules, and he’s ruthless so you can show off what he’s done to you. You are flying over the moon with the difference in tone your boyfriend has. Your head spins from how he was so sweet and gentle and now he’s so rough and demanding.

The musician rolls his hips into you after slapping your hips with his, trying to get deeper in you and make you see stars. He’s engrossed in the way your hips still try to meet him even though you will most definitely be sore in the morning and most likely bruised as well. The way his hands hold onto your hips, he’ll be surprised if there aren’t marks afterwards. He tries to relax his grip, but quickly realizes if he does, you lose your grip around his waist to hold your leg up. He smirks and continues to hold you up, then asks, “Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to do this? Leave my mark on you so people know that you’re mine? Wreck you so bad you have no doubt how much I love your body?” The whimpers that come from you tell him enough and keep him going, watching the way your breasts bounce with every thrust, chest starting to glisten with sweat. “Fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this, princess.”

The way you can feel your orgasm starting to build so quickly is insane. Who knew you would like rough sex from your mean dom boyfriend? You didn’t know he had it in him and now that you’re witnessing it, you want to scheme the next time you can make him jealous like this. But that will be a later thought since he’s trying to fuck you dumb and succeeding. You focus on how he fills you so well that all of your sensitive areas are being taken care of. His cock drags against your walls so well that when he pulls out you can feel where he leaves you empty. You open your eyes to look at him and see how engrossed he is in this as well, eyes fluttering open wider when he realizes you’re looking at him. “You feel so good, baby, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He loves the way you beg him, giving him the ego boost he needs. “That’s right, I’m the one fucking you so deep, no one else. I’m the only one, right?” When he sees you nod your head hurriedly, he kisses you harshly as he continues to fuck into you. Your tongues dance as you pull on his hair again. The moan that comes from him is gritty, especially when he feels your walls convulse around him. He pulls away, feeling himself start to build up his release. “Say it. Say I’m the only one.”

“You’re the only one, fuck baby!” You moan out as he starts going faster, making you feel light headed from the pleasure as your orgasm threatens to spill from how he’s fucking you. You’re so glad he’s holding onto your leg because that and the door behind your back is the only thing preventing you from slumping onto the floor. Your legs start to tremble as the familiar burning sensation comes back. “‘mma cum, Doyum, I’mma cum, Doyum please can I cum? Please let me cum, please…”

“Cum on my cock, princess,” He doesn’t slow down at all when giving you permission, wanting to see just how you unravel from him. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

It only took mere seconds for you to be cumming around his cock, hips stuttering, walls fluttering, a whiny, high pitched moan coming from your mouth. You can finally breathe after a few seconds after your orgasm prevents you from doing so. The rush of heat pulsates through your body as the euphoria hits. “God, Doyum, thank you…”

“Shit, you felt so good baby and looked even better,” His breathing becomes ragged as he watches you come down from your high. Seeing the way your face looked when you came around him pushes him closer to his own release. “I’m gonna cum too, fuck.”

“In me,” You ask quickly, pulling him back to your lips to kiss him while he brings himself closer to climax. “Cum in me, please. Fill me up and make me yours.”

Those are dangerous words to him as he doesn’t stop himself. He knows his precum is leaking already but there’s only one more way that this can be better. He uses his free hand to rub circles on your clit again, causing you to actually shriek from the overstimulation. “You can cum for me again, baby, I know you can, show me you can, please. Please show me how much you need me.”

Being as sensitive after your first orgasm as you are, it does not take a lot for the second one to come over you like a roaring wave. The shockwaves of pleasure start causing your thighs to convulse as the fuzzy feeling comes back again and your head buzzes.

Doyum cums the second you do too, moaning when he can finally feel himself load into you. His chest is heaving as he catches his breath, resting his body more into yours to gain his balance again. His eyes open up, watching the way you’re also trying to find oxygen again. He bends down slightly and his lips connect to your shoulder, giving you a gentle kiss while you both come down from your high. He presses soft kisses to your damp skin, peppering you in love. After a few moments, he looks back to you and sees your eyes are still screwed shut. The taller boy gently lets your leg down but continues to hold you close to him. “You okay? You with me?”

You nod against his chest, letting your hands rest lazily around his hips. Once you’ve regained your breath and properly wetted your mouth after all of your moaning, you look up at him. There you see the loving boyfriend who holds you and supports you quietly is back. You smile at him and tenderly peck his lips. “I’m here.”

His soft smile comes out as he runs his hand through your hair. “Good, I wanted to make sure I didn’t overdo it.”

“No, you didn’t overdo it.” You shake your head, gently swaying on your feet while you get your bearings. “That was fantastic actually. I really enjoyed it.”

“I didn’t know if you would or not,” He’s gone back to being shy again, averting his gaze from you. “So I’m glad you did, I really did too.”

You pull his face back to you, giving him another kiss to show you really mean it. “Maybe this can be our pivotal moment to be more open with each other.”