the two of you crash into ur bedroom, bodies and lips in a battle for dominance, falling onto ur bed as u both struggle to pin the other down when finally u manage to get jaebum underneath you, wrists locked in ur fists, legs spread on either side of ur hips, tounges still locked in one last fight. he squirms and growls and rolls his hips into yours but nothing breaks you, nothing breaks you the way youve already broken him.
“Stick. Out. Your. Tounge.” each word emphasized with a squeeze of his wrist. he does as hes told and u take a moment to enjoy the sweet view before licking and sucking on the muscle as if it were ur favorite toy. his breathing gets ragged the longer u endulge and u hear what was almost a sigh of disappointment when u let go of his face and move ur hand into his hair while reconnecting ur mouths. while this kiss isnt a fight for dominance, hes learned whos the boss tonight, its still a show of power. his face pulled against yours via ur grip on his hair, ur teeth clashing together, ur tounge shoved so far into his mouth the phrase “shove ur tounge down their throat” doesnt seem so far-fetched. u feel him hardening against u and press ur hips onto him as hard as u can. even through the kiss his moans could be heard two rooms away. breaking the kiss for air u pull his head back to expose his neck and place sloppy, aggressive, open mouthed kisses on every single inch of skin with a nibble and grazing of ur kanines here n there. jaebum’s moans turn into shouts so loud ur positive youll be getting noise complaints from management later. u find his sweet spot and bite down, sending his free hand flying to ur ass, squeezing with as much strength as he can muster in this state. u take that as the cue to be rougher so here comes the grinding, causing him to desperately try to roll his hips into u again despite being crushed by ur weight and authority over him. his yells of pleasure turn bloody murder as he cums, every muscle twitching as if electrocuted, legs kicking out from underneath u, head thrashing from side to side, nails digging into ur asscheek, until hes calmed down with shakey breathes and teary eyes that show nothing but absolute admiration and love when he finally opens them to look at you. after smoothing over his hair and kissing his forehead, cheeks, wrists, and lips with the gentleness of a mother reassuring her child during a thunderstorm u get up, undress him, and help him into the shower where he thanks u with as many soft kisses as u could ever want and, if u let him, a soothing trip to “the spa” if u catch my drift.
