“What’s wrong, baby?” Theo coos up at you with a smug smirk that you want to slap off his face. “Tired already?”

You glare at him, and despite the way your hands shake on his shoulders, the way your thighs burn from the effort of riding him, the way your body trembles from hot pleasure each time his cock stretches you out as you sink yourself down on him, you tell him, “No.”

And he has the nerve to laugh at you. If it weren’t for the sweat clinging to his temples and the way his jaw works around grit teeth behind that stupid smile, the way his fingers claw at the skin of your hips under your skirt, you wouldn’t think he was affected at all. 

“Cute,” he muses but makes no move to help you as you struggle to keep up your pace. One of his hands slide up the curves of your body to knead at your clothed breast, rough enough to have you whining at the pressure. “Think you can make me cum anytime soon? They’re waiting for us.”

You clamp down on him in retaliation, preening internally when he hisses with his brows pinched and his grin faltering.

“I can if you stop being such a fucking prick,” you sneer. You slow down to deep grinds, moaning when you feel the tip of his cock brush against your cervix.

His head falls back against the seat as he lets out a shuddered breath, his hands clamping down on your hips and moving you along in those slow grinds.

“None of that princess,” he says, then starts to lift you up with his hold on your hips before pulling you right back down in a sharp tug that has you crying out at the way he pierces into you. “Unless you want your brother to come back here looking for you if we take too long.”

You drop your head onto his shoulder with a shuddered breath that shakes your body from the sharp pleasure. If Keeho finds you here, riding his best friend— the one you supposedly can’t stand—  in the backseat of his car like a wanton whore, neither you nor Theo are going to make it out alive. You couldn’t care what happens to Theo, the asshole, but you need to save yourself the mortification or you’ll never be able to face your friends again.

“C’mon,” Theo urges, patting the swell of your ass with that lazy little grin of his that had such a visceral reaction on your body that it made you go from hating him to fucking him within weeks of meeting him.

Swallowing down your curse, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pick up your pace with a renewed vigour and the desire to wipe that grin off his face.

His eyes flutter shut as he lets out these breathy little groans through his kiss bitten lips, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him with every thrust tightening that pleasure in his gut. It subsides when your pace starts to falter again, your face scrunched adorably with effort to keep going. But with the way that your legs shake, he knows you won’t hold up for long.

“Poor bunny,” he taunts, chuckling when you shoot that glare at him again. “Can’t even fuck properly.”

He doesn’t let happen whatever storm of insults you’re about to pelt him with. He loops an arm around your back and pulls your chest to his, using his free hand to hold your head down on his shoulder. 

“You’re lucky I’m feeling nice today,” he tells you, then plants his heels down on the floor and starts to drive his cock up into you at a merciless pace, one that has your cries coming out muffled in his shoulder.

He doesn’t let up even when you’re crying that it’s too much, just chases for his release in your warm, tight heat.

“Fucking whore,” he seethes, turning his face to speak right into your ear. “Thought you hated me, huh?” He’s panting through his words, stuttered through broken grunts and moans, but he keeps going. “But here you are— fucking me like a common slut, and in your brother’s car too.” 

He breaks off with a choked laugh as you whine and push at his chest, but it just makes him hold onto you tighter, fuck up into your harder even as his thrusts start to stutter as he nears his orgasm. 

“Wonder what he’ll think if he sees what a whore you are for his best friend.” He scoffs when you bite down on his shoulder. He holds you down, then slows his pace and instead shoves up with hard, punching thrusts that have your body bucking in his arms at the impact. He presses his lips to your ear and lets his hot breath deliver his words right into your head. “Wonder if they’ll know that it’s my cum dripping down your thighs.”

Your body tenses up at the words, your nails clawing into his chest hard enough he’s sure (and hoping) will leave scars even through his shirt, before you thrash through your orgasm, your moans drowned out by his own as he pushes in and paints your pulsing walls white.

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Keeho shoves at your head as you hobble into your seat beside him. “Did you find your wallet?”

“No,” you mutter, looking pointedly away from Theo as he takes his seat across from you at the table.

“What took you so long then?” 

You swat at his hand as he tries to make another swipe at you. “We couldn’t find it, that’s what,” you snap.

Keeho backs down, taken aback by your tone. “Damn, my bad for asking.”

“Are you okay?” Your eyes shift over to Intak sitting on Theo’s right. He’s looking at you with a knowing little grin that has your body run cold. “You were walking kind of weirdly.”

“I’m fine,” you say quietly, ignoring the smirky grin that grows on Theo’s face. “Just hit my knee on something looking around in the car.”

You ignore Theo’s foot as it keeps nudging against yours throughout the entirety of dinner about as well as you can ignore the feeling of his cum leaking out of you and pooling in your panties.

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For a split second, there was nothing that could’ve been heard over the sound of the ball being kicked. After the initial impact, all sound was gone. Sungchan watched the ball in slow motion travel through the air. Everyone on the field watched, except for the goalie. Sungchan saw him behind the ball, moving to the other end of the goal. 

Sungchan saw its trajectory. Right below the furthest corner from the goalie. It was going to hit the rim, surely. The goalie was just jumping to the corner for extra insurance. He was going for the ball, gloved hands fully extending. 

Sungchan didn’t hear anything else besides the ball making contact with the net. It was crisp, it filled the air and bounced off the walls in his brain.

A moment later the venue erupted. Sungchan watched, mouth agape. Cheers filled the air around him, barely heard over the blood rushing in his ears. 

That was it. He couldn’t believe that was it. No one on the field believed it. Even the enemy team were stunned, only coming to when the scorer ran towards the crowd to do his celebration. Sungchan had to stop himself from collapsing to the floor. He watched his teammates around him wander the field, trying to figure out what to do next. This had been all of their lives for so long. They didn’t know what to do if they weren’t playing. 

He needs to tell them it’s over. He watched a few of his teammates go back to their spots like the next dribble was about to begin. He felt his chest get tight. Others were standing around, looking at the team and the fans in the rafters. A few looked to him. Sungchan didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t lost to this point. How do losers exit the field? He should know this.

It was the coach that had to call for the players. In the end, two of his teammates had to fetch him from his frozen place at half-field.

In the locker room, it was quiet. No one spoke. In the showers, between the steam everyone hung their heads, mechanical movements as they washed off the game. Sweat, dirt, grass, blood, tears. Sungchan thinks he went over his body eight times with the soapy cloth. Nothing got rid of what he could only describe as the heavy. It loomed over him, stuck to his body like dirt underneath fingernails. Around him the showers turned off, the eerie screech and the sound of rough water hitting tile ceasing. Sungchan was the last one. The steam cloud only hung over him, drifting over the tiled barriers of the individual stalls. 

He didn’t look up from the water and suds slipping past his feet to go in the drain until he was sure he was alone. Only then did he let the water stop beating him. The knob was turned, the water ceased. Sungchan’s fingers were pruned when he wrapped his white towel around his waist. He followed the steps of his teammate who was already on his way out by the time he made it back to the dressing room. His teammate had his duffel slung over his shoulder and was putting on his headphones. They made eye contact neither of them wanted; Sungchan fixed his gaze on his cubby and his teammate only paused for a second before continuing to get his things in order. 

Sungchan grabbed his shirt from the hook. He barely dried his body but he was desperate to get out. He had to leave this stadium. Maybe it would rid him of the tight feeling in his chest if he left the premises. Now he regretted taking so long in the shower. He could’ve been at the hotel by now, trying to forget everything about today.

He was surprised to still feel the presence of his teammate behind him. He lingered by the door, Sungchan could hear the repetitive motion of shoes dragging against low-pile carpet. If he was a good captain he would’ve looked at his teammate and read his mind for him. But he missed the shot that cost them the game and said nothing when they all came into this room defeated.

“Next time,” his teammate started. 

Sungchan gripped the wooden frame of his cubby. He froze, the water droplets at the end of his hair splashing onto his shirt and trailing down the sides of his face. It was like sweat, the pointless sweat he had in this heat that lead to nothing.

Next time hung in the air. It was heavy, and Sungchan felt the binding around his chest pulled tighter. Like the strings on a corset it caused him to lean slightly forward. He was already hunched to grab his things from his cubby, now his head was partially in like he was trying to hide. He felt the sting in the corner of his eye and the stone in his throat. Next time wasn’t the case for all of his teammates. This specific assortment of people: the crew, the medical team, the coaches, the teammates would never be the same. Sungchan needed to be the one to bring them the win. He needed to delegate it. He wasn’t sure if he deserved next time. 

But still, he nodded his head and swallowed. He did not turn around, his teammate did not leave. Sungchan cleared his throat, knocking on the brown wood slightly.

“Next time,” he agreed.

He knew that his teammate had nodded too. Probably stuck his hands in his pockets and was looking around the room for what to say next. Sungchan heard nothing besides the retreating footsteps.

He was lucky to run into no one else on his way out of the venue. There were the staff who cleaned the stadium who couldn’t care less who he was. Sungchan had his cap pulled down tight and his sunglasses on despite it being night. His world was almost completely black as the venue worker drove him to the private parking on the golf cart. Sungchan knew that this worker cared about who he was. He could feel the occasional side-eye, it was quick and failed at being subtle. But in the workers defense every stare or glance or look felt amplified. Sungchan also felt sorry, because no part of him could engage in a conversation with the worker. He continued to stare forward, pretending that he didn’t notice the gaze. 

The cart parked right by Sungchan’s tinted out SUV. He did mutter a thank you, albeit tight-lipped. He thinks the worker said it back before turning the cart around and going back the way he came. 

Sungchan was rounding to the trunk when the chauffeur was already there. He was already touching the button that made the automatic door float. He was reaching for Sungchan’s suitcase, which he pitifully let be taken and put in the back. Some of his other suitcases were already packed in. How convenient he thought. But the automatic door was already coming down as he grabbed his backpack and went to the backseat. He silently opened and closed his own door behind him. Him and his chauffeur both buckled in without saying a word. The car came to life and the radio station was turned off before the host could say a single word about the game.

Him and his chauffeur drove in silence. He also got the occasional look through the rearview mirror.  He pretended to be asleep. He didn’t check his phone to see the pity messages or the inevitable meeting he would have with his managers and the coach. He was avoiding the team’s groupchat all together. He hoped they had stayed silent. Sungchan knew it was his job to say something. There was nothing he could say. He will say sorry personally to everyone during the meeting tomorrow.

“Try to get some sleep son,” the chauffeur said when he handed Sungchan his rolling luggage.

He nodded, feeling the tightening in his chest persist and the feeling of guilt. The relationship he built with his driver over his time in America was surrounding his Korean heritage. The driver told him he should be proud to represent his country. Sungchan knew that every good luck meant we’re counting on you. Sungchan on the receiving end of gently paternal worry made him feel awful. The driver, was also someone he let down.

Sungchan bit back a sorry as he left the temporary parking. He went through the automatic revolving door, going straight for the elevators.

Sungchan passed by the small amount of hotel staff who were already stiff and avoiding contact. He was simply experiencing the fallout of his teammates who walked through this lobby before him. He was sure nobody exchanged nasty words with the staff, he’d make sure of it. But he was sure the staff were walking on eggshells, scared to make the wrong move. Athletes were stereotyped as hotheads, especially if they had the entire nation rooting for them. So he said nothing, neither did the staff. He just made a straight line for the elevators and they all avoided his path.

Sungchan was grateful there was already an elevator waiting for him. He needed this luck earlier. He bitterly thought he needed the talent too as the number climbed up to his floor.

Not a single passenger was picked up on the way either. This was unfortunately the losers hotel. Another team that was already eliminated was lodging here as well. There would be no parties spanning between the floors. No one with champagne glasses or well wishes. No celebrations. Just Sungchan alone, staring at the yellow lights in the elevator through a tint.

The gray doors slid open to his floor. Sungchan immediately started his path. He didn’t stop by his teammates rooms. He went all the way to the end of the hallway where his room was. He was extra quiet too, trying to avoid any of his teammates who may have tried to talk to him. He looked down the hallway while hastily grabbing his keycard and trying to swipe it before remembering it’s a tap.

Sungchan pressed his keycard to the door. The second he heard the lock he pushed the door open. The bedside lamp already being on did not stop him. He was sure room service came through, folded his towels all nice and offered a nice note trying to lessen the load of his loss right next to it. He didn’t even look towards his bed, too busy putting the Do Not Disturb! sign on the doorknob. He locked and dead-bolted the door behind him for good measure. 

He stared at the tinted view of the back of his door. He felt that overwhelming pressure meld into his body. Every safeguard vanished. He was out of the public eye. He felt it eight him down, made a terrible sensation ripple across his body. Like something getting ready to erupt. Pressing his head to the door provided little relief. He took off his cap and did it again. He took off his sunglasses, clutching both of the items in his fist. He had to breathe deep to not crush the items in his hand. He thought about the expensive frames pressing into his skin that was too soft. He thought about the pain, the look of disappointment in his teammates faces. The fans who were let down, the cheers as his team lost. Everyone watching at home, everything was too much. Sungchan let out a shaky breath.

“Sungchan.”

His breath caught in his throat. Blood was roaring through his ears the voice was almost muffled. He thought for a second this was a dream. For half of that he thought the loss was just a nightmare. He was going to wake up and it’d be the morning of the match.

“Sungchan,” the voice called again.

He turned around slowly. Without a tint he saw you, standing next to the bed. Your own suitcase was beside the bed. You must’ve landed only a short while ago. He told you to not even worry about today’s game because he was sure he’d win it. 

You must’ve heard the news. You didn’t run excitedly into his arms like you usually did. You just waited, messing with your hands as you looked to him.

Sungchan thought he was going to crawl on the floor to get to you. His feet turned to brick, scraping across the carpet to get to you. Your arms were wide-open and you closed half the distance. Sungchan instantly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight into him. He felt you squeeze and the rock came back. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Sungchan let it take over. Warm tears prickled his eyes then blurred his vision. He felt the warm trail down his face. He took in a pitiful breath that shook when he breathed it out. You looked up at him, sympathetic tears welling in your eyes. You blinked them away, reaching up to his face to collect his tears.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you repeated.

Sungchan pulled you impossibly closer, feeling that sob rack through his body. You were quick to guide him to the edge of the bed. He sat down when he felt the bed touch the back of his leg. He let just enough space between his knees for you to slot in. One hand went to his shoulder, massaging the tension out while the other went to his hair. He was still a little damp, the indent of his hat still there. You smoothed it out again and again, rubbed gentle fingernails across his scalp just the way he liked. He breathed you in between desperate gulps of air, trying to calm himself.

“Let it all out,” you cooed.

Sungchan still kept his arms around you like you were going to disappear. He pressed his fingers into your back, desperate for proof that you were there. He remembers the look of defeat on his coaches face during that last water break. His teammates refused to look at him as they left the field.

Any words he tried to get out failed in his throat. His leg started becoming restless, already feeling the shame of his loss and crumbling like this. He was supposed to be captain. He was supposed to lead the helm, the voice of reason, a pillar. He was weak, crying in his hotel room clutching to you for dear life.

But you continued to soothe him. Tell him that you know and understand. You emphasized that he needed to let all of it out, even when the weeps turned to tiny hiccups and the tears finally subsided.

Just when Sungchan was starting to control it you used both of your hands to tilt his face upwards. He had seen that a few tears of your own had fallen, despite your voice remaining steady.

“This is your life. I understand that,” you searched his eyes and Sungchan felt the tears welling up again. He held onto your hips desperately, rubbing soothing circles like he was trying to calm himself through you. “please don’t blame yourself. You did everything you could. You gave it your all.”

“My all wasn’t enough,” Sungchan said.

“I’m so sorry,” you empathized, bringing his head back to rest against your stomach. “I watched the game on the plane. Everyone fought like Hell to advance.”

Sungchan couldn’t fault his team. They all gave it their best. South Korea cheered them on with everything. He felt their passion every game and through support online. Another wave hit him right in the chest. He closed his eyes tight and more tears streamed down his face.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for you earlier,” you cooed.

Sungchan tried to tell you it was okay, but the words caught in his throat. He just let tears escape while you rubbed your hands over his head. This comfort was enough. Knowing you wanted to be there for him helped, as much as it pained him that you watched the game.

You were between Sungchan’s legs stroking his hair for the better half of an hour. He talked through his frustrations of the game and with himself. You were there every sentence, listening and providing support. Eventually the tears faded, although they left his cheeks warm and the rest of his face flushed. There were still a few wet marks your thumbs and tissues missed. But Sungchan felt calmer, the strong emotions bubbling to something smaller. The disappointment was still there, but so were you. You said you were unbiased and that was the best game you had ever seen. Other people on the plane, who didn’t know who you were, shared the same sentiment. 

“No matter who they were cheering for, they couldn’t deny your passion,” you said while looking him in the eye. “they respected it. They said that was the whole point of the World Cup.”

Sungchan nodded his head and held your hand tight. He pressed his bitten lips to the back of your hand, giving you a sad smile when you wiped tears from your chin.

“In four years time, you’ll get another chance,” you assured.

Sungchan wasn’t sure if he deserved it. You seemed so sure it made him doubt himself even more. He kissed your wrist next, then the inside of your tricep. He made it to the inside of your elbow when you gently pulled away.

“Want to call it a night?” you asked.

Sungchan nodded his head. He was restless, whether it was from the adrenaline of crying or being with you again or needing comfort, he knew he wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon. He would definitely lay down with you though. He was already leaning back on the bed and opening his arms for you to join him when you backed away from the bed. He felt his chest tighten at the thought of you not joining him immediately. He must’ve showed it because you were instantly pointing towards the bathroom behind you.

“I just landed. I just have to change to something comfortable,” you said.

Sungchan was starting to get up from the bed. He loved watching you change. He needed to be close, but you were pressing hands to his shoulders to keep him close to the bed.

“I have to go to the bathroom, too.” Sungchan tried getting up from the bed again, but you pressed your hands to his shoulders again and laughed. “I’ll be right back,” you assured. “just try to relax.” 

Sungchan nodded his head and reluctantly watched you back away from him. You turned on your heel, grabbed something next to the swan he didn’t see and made a crooked path for the restroom. You made a pit-stop on the way there, but Sungchan wasn’t sure what it was. He was too drained to think. He stayed in the spot you left him, only turning to his side to face the swan.

Sungchan laid on the bed running his fingers over the folded wings of the towel-dove. He thought about the effort that went into it. How much practice did it take? How many times did the maid fail before it came out perfect? He pinched the wing and bent it. When he let go it went back to being perfectly upright. He saw the note that you took with you into the restroom. He imagined you were tearing it up into little pieces to flush down the toilet. He didn’t want pity, he just wanted to apologize. He was going to say it until his voice gave out.

The bathroom door cracked open and Sungchan moved up to sit on the edge of the bed. He was right next to the perfect dove, trying to figure out what to say to you after he lost. He didn’t want to know if you watched the game. He knew you came here expecting to spend time in this city thinking he’d win. He rubbed the bottom of his palm over his heart soothingly.

Sungchan watched the door open further and the light shut off. He saw the door open even wider, and he pressed his feet to the ground. Before he could get up from the imperfection he made in the duvet you came out. He was frozen as you came to view, emerging from the dark of the bathroom into the dim lighting of the bedroom.

You walked up to him in his uniform. You repped his country, the red and elements of white against your skin. The arm sleeves coming down, the shorts around your waist too. His lips parted. He wanted to close the distance between the two of you but he was frozen. He was dumbfounded as you came closer, playful smile on your lips.

“I grabbed your bag and you didn’t even notice,” you said playfully.

Sungchan slowly shook his head. He didn’t notice. He didn’t know you were in there getting ready for him. He didn’t know how seeing you in the uniform made the loss not seem so apocalyptic. He found himself almost smiling with you, before the severity of the situation brought him back. But he was restless again. Not in the way he was after the loss, but how he felt kissing up your arm a few minutes ago. He was getting close to comfort, and now his comfort was wearing his greatest burden. The uniform didn’t weigh down on you at all. You stood giggling with that captain armband staring right back at him. 

Sungchan sank from the corner of the bed until he was on his knees in front of you. You didn’t understand the severity in the situation. You were still smiling when you playfully flexed in the uniform

“What do you think?” you asked. “I think I’m ready for the team.”

“Captain,” Sungchan’s perspective of you changed as he slowly sank to his knees. “my captain,” he repeated.

Sungchan watched you smile even bigger. You looked proud. He imagined your face smiling when you’d secure the win easily.

“I was afraid wearing this might make you feel bad,” you admitted.

Sungchan shook his head so fast his hair moved too. His shirt went down to your mid-thigh, he knew his shorts were hanging loose on your waist. He saw his number across your chest, hovering above your knee. You smelled like him, the sweat mixing with you. He pushed his face forward, nose pressing into your stomach as he breathed it all in. He felt your stomach tighten from a laugh as one hand went to his shoulder and the other to the crown of his head. Sungchan turned his face to press his cheek into your stomach. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, interlocking his fingers right underneath your ass to keep you there. He felt lulled by the vibrations of your quiet laugh as it went through the silent room.

“I smell that bad?” you asked.

Sungchan looked up at you shook his head. He was sure his eyes were still bleary because the playfulness turned soft. You rubbed his warm cheek and he leaned into your touch.

“You make the smell good,” he said. The words took awhile to register to you both. He was still recovering from his lack of air  when he swallowed spit gathering in his mouth. “I like seeing you wear this.”

“I’m glad,” you separated from him enough to do a little twirl. Then you posed with your fists balled on your hips and one of your legs bent at the knee. “put me in coach,” you said.

Sungchan leaned back on his haunches and put his hands on his knees. He rubbed them in a small motion up and down. Adrenaline has been coursing through his body on and off all day. For the nth time it was climbing again.

“Show me again baby,” he said quietly.

Sungchan watched you tilt your head playfully before you repeated the motion, spinning around just for him. He watched the captains band on your bicep disappear then come back into view. 

You looked back at him and he reached a hand towards you. Instead of pulling your body towards his he lifted the bottom of his jersey. He lifted the red and white, lifting and lifting until he finally saw your bare skin. He twisted the fabric in his hands until red and white swirled between his knuckles. He tugged at the jersey, not you. He let go and watched it fall on your body again, talking up so much of you. Sungchan’s whole body shook as warmth flooded one part of his body.

He was fixed on your stomach when your hand went underneath his chin. He left his head be tilted upwards, even though you only applied the smallest amount of force.

Sungchan locked eyes with you. The dark room behind you made you appear in a void, the dim bedside lamp made the carnality soft.

“We can fuck like you won,” you say gently. 

Sungchan shivers again as your index finger ran over his lip. He tasted dried sweat and could smell the grass on your hand. He closed his eyes and breathed it in. He was on the field today as a leader. He failed. The armband was too tight on his arm. He kept messing with it the entire match. But when he opens his eyes and follows your hand up it seems to fit you just right.

“You’re the captain,” he said.

His voice was weaker than he expected. He sank a little deeper too, he lost his perfect posture. He saw your smile, then in a split second it turned to a slight pout. You nodded, and Sungchan mirrored you without a second thought. He felt his eyes droop further from the disappointment. His eyelashes were still wet, he could feel them momentarily clump together each time he blinked. 

You pulled your hand away from his face and he followed. His whole body tilted forward after your touch. When he saw your hands go to the bottom of the jersey he shook his head.

“Keep it on,” Sungchan had the bass back in his voice as he looked from the arm band to you. He was panicked and crawled forward to stroke your ankles gently. “please,” he begged.

You let go of the shirt and let it fall back down your body. When the jersey went back you went down too, until you were eye level with Sungchan. He was starting to get teary holding his eyes open in an effort to not blink. 

Your hand went back to his face, but you didn’t stroke his chin or gently touch his lips. You clutched his face with your hands, applying force until his lips puckered. 

“I thought I was the captain?” you asked.

Sungchan tried telling you that you were the captain, but his words couldn’t be enunciated. There was a string of sound, then he felt your hand manually nod his head. He did it on his own volition. His fingernails were dragging against the carpet as he lowered himself even closer to the floor. He ended up on his hands and knees while you went back to standing straight. He tilted his head up only slightly, just enough to see your hands slip underneath the jersey. He could see the indent of your hands through the fabric as they were to the hiked waistband. He could see your thumbs tuck underneath it, then the shimmy in your hip as you pushed them down.

There wasn’t much needed for the shorts to pool at your feet. They were made to be loose, and you stepped out of them like they were nothing. Your bare thighs were exposed, the large jersey being your only form of cover. Sungchan followed the trail of skin as high as it could go, until it was cut off at your mid-thigh by the bottom hem. He debated sinking lower to the ground just to take a glance underneath. Even a shadowy peak would be enough. 

Before he could get any lower you moved your finger in a circle.

“On your back,” you said gently.

Sungchan didn’t need to be told again. He was on his back on the floor in seconds, already prepping himself. He knew what came next. He wet his lips, he flexed his hands at his side. Sungchan watched you lift the bottom of the jersey like it was a dress before you faced the bathroom door.

“Remember the safe word?” you asked.

Red Card—of course.

“I remember,” he said quickly.

You looked down at him with an incredulous look. You laughed a little before putting your feet on either side of his head.

“Very eager Sungchan,” you tsked.

He nodded while looking up at your sex. The air in the room made the hem of the jersey blow. You held it open enough for him to see and you lowered yourself to your knees.

Sungchan was tented underneath the canopy of the jersey. He saw the light from the bedside lamp and something else as you sank down. The tent closed in the smell of you waiting all day for him and the dried sweat from playing. He already had his hands pressed into the top part of your thigh. He was so desperate his fingers dimpled your skin, but he did not pull. He was there as a guide, a support to his captain. He guided you where you go, but he let it come at your pace. No matter how slow, he was already pressing hopelessly against the fabric of his pants when he felt your thighs press against his head. 

There was no light underneath the cover of the jersey. Sungchan was operating on instinct and touch. When he felt wet pressure against his chin he did all the work. His hands went to the underside of your thigh and lifted slightly up. He shimmied his body down to accommodate, he stuck out his tongue quickly to gauge where he was. When he tasted you his hands went back to where they were before, and he waisted as you lowered yourself again.

He was lifting his head off the ground before you pressed to his lips. He groaned out and you let more of your weight rest on him. He took all of it, he urged you to lay even more of it on him. He kept you suspended to lick you top to bottom. He felt you shiver above him. You were reaching for the wooden corner of the bed for stability. Sungchan couldn’t see but he could hear nails scraping against wood. He kept licking, needing you to fill his mouth and coat his tongue before he could keep going.

He prodded your entrance with his tongue and you gasped. He did it again and again, just to feel your little twitches and hear your sounds. Sungcahn let you rest on his face so he could focus on your clit. He was operating in complete darkness, but he knew his way around. He latched his lips to your slit quickly, sucking and flicking gently with his tongue.

Then, he saw the light. You pulled up the bottom of his jersey, quickly. Sungchan had to adjust to the light but he didn’t stop. He was happy to see you so visually wrecked in such a short amount of time. You were already trying to hold back little thrusts, tilting your head to the side as you looked down at him.

“So good for me, Channie,” you praised.

He was too needy right now. He was liable to cum in his pants from the sweet nicknames and the praise. He could barely handle having you like this in your civilian clothes. Now you were dressed like him, biting the fabric of the jersey to keep yourself from recklessly riding his face.

He wanted you to let go. He didn’t mind if you put him on medical leave for a season or two. He believes it’d be worth it. He would without the red card, not stopping until his captain was spent. He could already see your stomach tensing from how close you were to doing it. Sungchan mumbled around your clit. You ran a free hand through his hair splayed out in a soft heap around his head. You casted a glance behind you. Sungchan sucked a little harder. He needed your complete attention

“Take your dick out,” you say.

He hesitated for a moment. What was supposed to be a relief felt like a punishment. You seemed unforgiving for something he wasn’t sure he was doing wrong. But he knew he had to do what you said.

He moved one arm to splay across your thighs to keep you in place while the other hand goes to his jeans. He undoes the button and pulls down the zipper with just one hand. He only cared to push his jeans the minimum amount before letting his dick spring free. It barely had time to smack his stomach before he wrapped his large hand around it. 

He kept it there, holding the root with a decent grip. He focused on letting a tongue full of spit make a mess on your cunt. He made the executive decision to use his hand that was holding you in place down to your clit. 

You sighed and motioned gently towards his dick.

“Jerk off for me,” you said.

Once again, a reward that felt like discipline. He almost struggled to focus on you both. But you were watching to make sure he stroked himself the right way. He felt obligated to take time with himself and you. Only when he picked up the speed did you stop looking behind you to look at him again.

Sungchan looked at you looking down at him. Jersey between your teeth and a hand gripping your chest. Your eyes were unforgiving, so was the bite in your orders. Sungchan was breathing through his nose but was barely getting enough air from the excitement. Each inhale brought more of you in, making the air in the room seem thin. 

He was good at following orders. When you mumbled faster behind the bitten fabric he understood perfectly. His lips were already suctioned around your nub, tongue flicking the sensitive skin. He knew that you meant for his hand to go faster, because you were grinding on his face taking what you wanted at your own pace. He detached from your clit and let your grind against his tongue and lips. Each drag of your hips ended when his nose would bump into your engorged clit. He was happy to see you finally start to twitch, he was doing his job. His hand moving fast was no longer enough. He planted his feet to the ground and thrusted into his hand.

Whatever he did to himself didn’t matter, he was going to get there regardless. Sungchan was dangerously close because you were, too. Your body was beginning to shake, the fierce look in your eyes melted into something weaker. You tilted your head back. The ball of jersey in your mouth was a muzzle now, holding back the sounds you were making from going into the neighboring rooms. Sungchan was making noises of his own, vibrations were absorbed by your skin and noises were muffled into your sex.

You reached a hand back and it landed on his flexed thigh. His strength kept you upright and locked onto his mouth, and he was fucking his hand feeling the coil about to snap. He just needed to see your face. Seeing your stomach move from the grinding was sexy, but he needed to see your face. He needed to know that he was good at listening to his captain, getting you where you needed to go. 

Your head finally looked down at him again. Sungchan felt it coming when your hand went to pinching your sensitive nipple. He could see it peaking through the shirt and you grabbed it perfectly, stroking the erect nub between your fingers.

Right when your sounds started getting higher he felt you rise. He let out a loud, pitiful sound, and had a knee jerk reaction to lock you in place by the arm across your thighs. You rose too fast though, leaving Sungchan with a wet face and chasing after your cunt. His hand was still wrapped around his dick but his legs melted back to the floor. The crash from a near-orgasm was intense, leaving him cold and breathing heavy.

He was only upset that you were the same way. You let the jersey fall back down your body as you looked around the room quickly. You were lost, Sungchan wanted to tell you what the correct play was. But he remembered that you were the captain, and a moment later you were pushing the perfect dove off the bed and climbing onto the mattress. It landed to the floor with a dull thud as you pointed to the headrest. Sungchan was already moving to sit up, wincing at how sensitive he was all over.

“On the bed,” you said quickly, wiping sweat from your forehead. “lean against the headboard.”

Sungchan got up quick, getting ready to climb on the bed. Before he could you put a hand up. He froze in the middle of his action, looking to you immediately. He was sweating seeing the wild look in your eyes, going over what you said to make sure he didn’t mishear anything.

“Take your clothes off first,” you said.

He was so quick taking off his clothes he scratched himself. The scratches along his side throbbed and then a small scratch throbbed down his thigh. He was kicking off his pants, tearing off his socks and throwing them somewhere. 

He was sitting against the headboard, spread out with his heavy dick resting upright against his abs. He had been leaking since the start. His hand was sticky when he balled it into a fist. He felt it rubbing against the sheets, and now he felt the cooling precum against his abs. He was twitching, his whole body was. You were perched in front of him so perfect, your jersey showing your hardened nipples again.

“Baby,” Sungchan whimpered. 

You refused to move. You raised an eyebrow at him, and Sungchan felt the heat fan across his entire body.

“Captain,” he said. He twitched against his stomach and felt his body lean into the headboard. “please.”

That made you move. You stood on your knees and crawled over to him. Your two hands picked up the bottom hem of your jersey, letting Sungchan take the peak. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from your face. You were half-lidded, so warm Sungchan could tell just from looking at you. He was enamored, he could see that you were too. He brought his legs close together whenever your knees straddled his feet. When the fabric grazed against his calves he finally looked down. He let out a whimper beyond his control, reaching out a hand that just ended up falling to the mattress. 

You were even slower walking up his body. Sungchan was forced to grab the. sheets and watch you. Each new indent in the mattress made Sungchan twitch uncontrollably, or let out a sound that was close to a whine. You took it all in stride, not changing speed or giving him something to do to occupy himself.

“Is this what a captain does?” you asked.

Your knees were pressed against his thighs. You were so close to straddling him. You rested your weight on his thighs, Sungchan felt your hot and wet cunt against his muscle. He looked down trying to get a visual but all the was was your jersey pooling over both of your legs.

“Hello?” you asked.

Sungchan blinked several times and brought his gaze back up to you.

“I’m sorry,” he says quickly.

“Is this what a captain does?” you ask.

Sungchan nods his head. He slowly brings a hand to rest on your covered thigh, half scared you’ll smack his hand away.

“Yes,” he says. He strokes your skin over your jersey, trying to subtly coax you to continue your way up. “You’re such a good captain.”

Sungchan feels your hips jerk the smallest amount over his thigh. He flexes the muscle.

“Not as good as you,” you say.

Your hip flicks again and you put your hand over his. Sungchan feels you thread your fingers through his. He squeezes to let you know he feels it. But he shakes his head regardless. He knows that he isn’t the captain his team needed. He failed, he couldn’t lead them to victory. You could, the armband fit around you perfectly. Sungchan looks down to your hand over his. You command him so well. He doesn’t know if he could command a room the same way you did.

You squeeze his hand tighter. Sungchan feels your hand caress his cheek gently making him look at you. That gentle look is back. He likes the pity, that you seem truly sorry for him. From you, that’s something he can accept. He finds himself thriving on it. He has your attention but he also needs it elsewhere. He knows he is too selfish to be captain when he wraps his warm hand around his dick. He watches the pity in your eyes fade as you look down. Sungchan watches you watching his hand. He pumps himself, he squeezes around the tip once he makes his way up. He pushes his dick between the gap of his index and middle finger. His head lulls against the headboard when he does it again. He watches you lick your lips and does it faster, until a fresh bead of precum appears.

“Captain,” Sungchan whispers.

He thinks he could cum like this. He goes over you in your jersey again. He will cum like this. 

“Captain,” he whimpers. “please.”

He bites his lip. He reaches forward with his other hand and folds your jersey. He sees your bare cunt and the mess you leave on his thigh. He prays the fabric stays where he leaves it and goes back to gripping your thigh. He pulls you in slightly by the hold. He is grateful you give in. You continue to come closer, you even hold your jersey up so he can see your pussy. 

He strokes himself slower, and when you finally get close enough he guides you up by your thigh. You’re hovering right over him, your hands go to his shoulders. The fabric falls but Sungchan just looks at you. You look at him so tenderly, massaging his shoulders gently.

You sink down at the right spend. He needed it slow, to ground himself again and to feel it all. The moment of resistance as you sank lower. He bumped your clit but he corrected it immediately.  He prodded your entrance and you kept going lower. You sucked him in, your walls warm and pulsing from riding his face. Sungchan’s hands went to your hips when you had taken enough of him. He was gripping you for dear life, he knew he’d be leaving bruises underneath your jersey. Your mouth was still slightly open as you took all of him. When he was fully inside he pressed his forehead to your chest. He pulled you close by your hips, and you wrapped your arms around him.

You two were like that for a while. You pulsing around him, Sungchan twitching inside of you. He liked being connected, he liked having you close and you scratching his scalp. For the second time tonight you brought him so much comfort, and he felt the tears threatening to come out again. 

“I feel so good,” he murmured.

He meant it in every sense of the word. He guided your hips to grind against him just to feel you squeeze around him. Your body didn’t want him to move either. You wanted him to stay sheathed, not pulling out an inch. When he even tried to life you  he felt the panic across your body. He didn’t want to part either. He wanted to be close in this way, he wanted to feel himself inside of you and he wanted to keep it that way.

“I feel good too,” you say.

You start massaging his scalp again. He nestles further into your warmth and your smells mingling together.

Sungchan feels you begin your small grinds. They’re erratic, varying in speed and length. The only thing that is consistent is that you don’t lift your hips. You only grind, if anything you try to press deeper.

“You need it like this, right?” you ask.

Sungchan nods his head against your chest. 

“Look at me, Sungchan,” you command.

Instantly he’s pointing his head upwards. He’s still leaned against your shirt and your chest. He knows he looks pathetic. He can nearly see himself in the reflection of your blown out eyes. He revels in it. Knowing you are seeing him like this makes him throb inside of you, and you’re digging your nails into his back.

“I can feel you,” you say. Sungchan feels your hand tug slightly at his hair. “I can feel you getting even harder.”

“I can’t help it,” he confesses.

“I know,” you coo and pat his head. He feels his eyebrows press together like he’s worried. “I like it. The captain likes it,” you stutter.

Sungchan wheezes out a breath. He throbs again and both of you lull your heads back. Sungchan watches your grinds and you look at him sideways, biting your lip. He knows you want to say something. Your hand in his hair was soothing again and your grinds were  gentle and slow.

“They made you captain but you’re still young,” you said. “one of the youngest on the team.”

You weren’t lying. Sungchan was the third youngest on the team. It was his first time competing in the World Cup. He never had so much pressure on him in his life. He gripped your waist harder, helping your movements stay consistent.

“I have so much to learn,” he said.

“We all do,” you assured.

Sungchan nodded. He you let out a tiny gasp when he flicked his hips to meet yours. He held you and did the same movement again. You struggled to keep eye contact, he saw you fight the urge to close your eyes and ride it out.

“But that doesn’t make you a bad captain,” you continued. Sungchan felt you alternate between gripping his hair to steady yourself and smoothing out the strands to comfort him. “just makes you a captain who’s learning.”

Sungchan looks down where you two meet. He won’t last long like this.

“I lost the game,” he groans.

“It is not on your shoulders alone.” you said. “How can you be a good captain if you can’t show your team how to bounce back?” you ask.

Sungchan can’t think properly. Everything is filled with you, the grass stain on the chest of his jersey and the feeling of you around him. The mattress creaks underneath you when the movements become more desperate. 

“You have four years to train,” you say, going even faster. “come back next time and win it all.”

Sungchan nods his head. He continues to flick his hips in tandem of yours.

“I can’t,” he says.

You pull on his hair and he hisses from the pain. You get rougher with him and add the tiniest lift to your hips. The wet sound fills the hotel room. Sungchan bites his lip to stop the sounds from tumbling out. With the grip you have on his hair you force him to look at you.

“You will,” you command. “you’ll do it as captain too.”

He can’t help that you’re persuasive. He’s nodding along with you, helping you lift off his hips just to come right down. There’s so much wet between the two of you he’s sure everything will be ruined. That doesn’t stop him and it seems to push you to keep going. Sungchan’s thighs are a wet mess and stick to yours as you two keep going.

There are no more words that are exchanged. Sungchan knows what this was, and he does feel healed. He needs to finally catch the feeling he’s been chasing for the past hour. He goes deeper and deeper inside of you, and your body tries desperately to keep him in place. Sungchan feels like he’s being drained and he hasn’t even given you anything yet.

The wet and lewd sounds fill the room. Words of affirmations are replaced with tiny gasps and the sound of lips connecting. Sungchan sticks his tongue in your mouth and when you start sucking he feels the tension building up. One hand leaves your hips and goes underneath his jersey. He rubs on your clit, just the way his captain showed him. 

You break apart to put your head in his shoulder.

“So close,” you whimper. 

Sungchan nods against your head. His other hand wraps around your body, keeping you close. He continues with the revolutions, looking at your face. He can tell your close, he can feel the came before the storm inside of you. Sungchan bites his lip in concentration.

“Cum for me, baby,” he says.

As if that pulled you out of your stupor you snap out of the haze. You start grinding against him again, and your hand stopped pulling so hard at his scalp.

“You gotta cum for me, remember?” you asked.

Sungchan didn’t stand a chance. Hearing you try to hold onto your dominance through a cracked voice made him finish abruptly. He emptied inside of you, coming out in endless spurts. He felt relaxed, his hand leaving your clit to hold onto your body roughly. His jersey twisted in his hands as he moaned, feeling your walls spasm around him perfectly. He was so snug he knew you felt it. 

Sungchan was slouched against the bed frame, eyes already threatening to close when he felt your hips move again. His eyes shot open and he shook his head. You nodded and continued the heavy grinds. You were fully rocking into him causing the bed creaks to sway with you. You were at the helm. Sungchan held onto you out of necessity. He was crying out, body still slouched and lethargic against the headboard. He just whimpered, trying to tell you please stop. The pain hurt so good, he could barely open his eyes through the sensitivity. His shaking hand found your clit, rubbing tight circles while you panted above him.

“That’s right,” you breathed. “I’m so close.”

He was lucky you came shortly after. Your walls closed around him again, which made a few more dribbles of cum seep from your cunt. Sungchan wasn’t sure if he shot blanks or if it was real. He couldn’t piece a full action together. He brought his hands to your waist, but instead of guiding you off of him they stayed there, rubbing tiny shapes. It was you who laughed above him and moved off. You were the one who moved him so he was laying properly on the bed. His chest was still heaving when you settled in the crook of his arm, placing gentle kisses to his cheeks.

“I’m really proud of you, Sungchan,” you said between kisses. “making it this far is a feat in and of itself.”

Sungchan sleepily nodded his head. He was going to tell you in the morning how grateful he was. But the entire day caught up to him at once, and he felt that tight feeling in his chest go away. His eyelids were already heavy before you placed gentle kisses over them. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stay awake for much longer.

“Love you, captain.” he whispered, pulling you closer.

He has to hold down your trembling body with his other hand to stop you from trying to escape his incessant fingers splitting your already over sensitive and raw cunt open, every single nerve ending blazing with an electric heat. 

Your eyes cross and your toes curl when he uses his thumb to massage your clit in tune with the thrust of his fingers, a pleading sob breaking free from your desperate lips.

"Shh, pretty baby," he mewls, voice as sweet as the chocolate you'd been eating earlier. He presses a kiss to your damp forehead to soften the blow of his fingers pounding harder into your pussy, but it does little to distract you. "You're doing so, so well for me... taking me so good."

You shake your head and almost free yourself until he presses down onto your lower belly, stilling your movements. 

You whine, the sound broken and strangled. "Can't Tae—please, I can't do it—"

"You can." He removes one finger so that he can easily scissor you open, watching your reactions with a dark, satisfied smirk splayed on his lips. "You can because you don't want to disappoint me right? Just a little more, okay? Just one more for me. You can do that, right, doll?"

You're too fucked out and dumb on his fingers to realize it isn't really a question at all, but his soft, soothing voice makes you want to be good for him, to give him everything and anything he wants from you.

You manage to nod with your eyes clenched shut, the stretch too much, the pleasure too dizzying to respond with words. 

He slows down his movements enough for you to catch your breath and watch the tears cascade down your cheeks like twinkling diamonds.

He coos, stroking soothing circles on your belly with his hand. "Look at my poor girl..." His eyes widen when you begin to buck against his hand, chasing the intensity you'd just been sobbing about moments before. It makes his heart swell with pride, his hands quickening their faltered pace. "You're so pretty when you cry, my love. Did you know that?"

You open your mouth to thank him, but the sound is swallowed by the familiar, overwhelming pressure coiling in your belly for the third time that night—too fast and too much for you to handle. You can't take it, your hand reaches for his wrist—

"You can," he repeats, reading your thoughts. He leans down to pepper kisses over your soaked cheeks, kissing each new tear as they fall. "I've got you, let go, baby. Let me take care of you."

His thumb presses down hard on your clit, rubbing frantically with tight, precise circles that have your back arching off the bed and this time, he doesn't try to still you. You scream as the pressure explodes, your cunt spasming around his fingers still fucking deep inside you, albeit gentler now.

When you sink back down to the bed, gasping and spent beyond your limits, he kisses you softly on the lips, mumbling, "That's my good girl."

You're still crying and shaking with the aftermath of your third orgasm when he pulls back with blown out eyes and a deceptive smile to match.

You whimper when he pulls his fingers free, breathing through the three seconds of peace before they trace your slit all the way up to your pulsing clit, spreading your cum around the sensitive nub. Your body twists away from him, your thighs clamping shut tight around his hand.

"One more," he whispers, coaxing your thighs open. "Just one more. I know you have it in you."

And because he asks so sweetly, because he has so much faith in you, you spread them open, your heart soaring at the proud look in his eyes. 

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Choso nodded, swallowing hard. His thighs tensed on the bench as you peeled your shirt off slowly. The moment your breasts spilled free, bare and soft, his cock twitched hard in his pants. He was so hard already. Just the sight of your tits made him leak, a wet spot forming at the front of his jeans. His breathing picked up, chest rising fast under his hoodie.

You smiled at him, turning side to side so he could see everything. Your manicured fingers cupped your breasts lightly, then lifting them as if checking how they'd fit for a nonexistent top. "What do you think? Too much?"

He couldn't answer right away, well, because the question confused him, too much? Too much of what exactly? Your breasts were perfect. They could never be "too much," in his vocabulary that didn't exist. His legs spread wider on the bench, cock straining painfully against the fabric. Pure torture. You were so close to him in this tiny stall, the air thick with the scent of your skin and his growing desperation.

You hooked your thumbs into your skirt next, shimmying it down your hips inch by inch. The fabric slid over your ass, revealing the smooth curves and the tiny thing you called 'underwear' underneath. Choso groaned quietly, eyes locked on the way your ass jiggled softly with each wiggle. His cock throbbed visibly now, leaking more into his jeans, the outline thick and obvious between his spread thighs.

"Baby... this is too much," he whispered, voice strained. "You're so pretty. I can't... fuck." He couldn't think straight, anytime he saw a sliver of your bare skin. This was actually killing him.

You stepped closer, turning and bending over so your ass brushed near his face while you pretended to adjust the tong. Then you picked up the first bikini, a tiny red string set. You slipped the top on slowly, tying the strings behind your neck while your breasts bounced with the movement. The triangles barely covered your nipples. You modelled it for him, posing with hands on your hips and everything, real professional-like. Turning so he could see how it hugged your body.

Choso's hands gripped the edge of the bench, knuckles white. His cock was fully hard now, tenting out obscenely. "You look... incredible. But please, I might... right here, baby. If you keep doing that."

You giggled softly and cupped them, squeezing gently right in front of his flushed face. "Aw, poor Baby. Just from watching me change? You're so hard already. Unbelievable." Your words and tone of voice almost sounded like you were scolding him. "You're gonna have to stay like that, a little while longer, Cho." He winced.

And whimpered, shifting on the bench, but there was nowhere to go. His legs stayed spread wide, thick cock pulsing with every heartbeat. You slid the matching red bottoms up your legs and right over your own soaked panties next, bending over slowly so your ass pushed toward him. The tiny fabric disappeared between your cheeks, leaving almost nothing to his imagination.

The store worker's voice floated from the other side of the door. "Everything okay in there? Need any different sizes?"

You answered cheerfully, still facing Choso. "We're good! Just trying a few on." Then you dropped your voice to a teasing whisper. "Hear that, baby? She's right outside. And here you are, sitting there with your cock so hard because of my tits and ass."

Choso bit his lip hard, eyes glassy. "Please... you're killing me. I can see everything." He's right, your pussy lips are showing through that, excuse of a bikini botton. His voice chirped up, a little higher but still trying to keep quiet, "I want to touch you but... I-I might cum if you move any closer."

As soon as the first set came on off, the other was on. Turning to him again, modelling the next bikini, a white one that went sheer when it got wet, but right now, it just clung to your curves. You climbed onto his lap carefully, knees on either side of his spread thighs on the tiny bench. Your barely covered pussy pressed right against the hard bulge in his jeans.

"Feel how wet I am already, Cho?" you murmured, grinding slowly, for emphasis. "Watching you suffer like this is so hot, baby. My cute boyfriend trapped in here with me. It's torture for you, hm?"

He groaned into your shoulder, big hands finally grabbing your hips. His cock throbbed against your pussy, leaking steadily now, soaking through and dampening the bikini bottom. "Baby... I can't hold it. You're too much. Your tits are literally in my face, your ass... everything's just."

You rocked your hips again, slow and teasing, feeling him pulse under you. Your breasts brushed his chest with every movement. The air heavy with tension and his quiet, desperate sounds.

"You're gonna make me cum in my pants before we even leave the store," he whispered, voice cracking.

You leaned up and kissed his jaw softly, tits pressing against his chest again. "Good. Maybe I want you to. Sit pretty for me, Cho. Bikini season is just getting started."

The store worker knocked lightly again. "Let me know if you need help with anything!"

You smiled against Choso's neck, grinding once more on his throbbing cock. "We're almost done. Just one more outfit."

Pure torture for him, and you loved every flushed, leaking second of it.

The tiny changing stall felt even smaller now, the air thick and warm from both of you. You were still wearing that sheer white bikini, the one that clung to your curves and left almost nothing hidden. Choso stayed sat on the little bench, like you told him to. Legs spread wide to make room for you on his lap. His cock was rock hard, pressing up against your ass through his jean. Every tiny shift of your hips made him leak more, the wet spot just kept growing bigger.

You reached behind your neck, fingers brushing the tied strings of the bikini top. "Help me with this one, baby. Untie it for me."

Choso's eyes widened, flushed face turning even redder. His hands came up slowly, trembling as they found the strings. "O-okay... like this?" He asked dumbly as he fumbled with the knot, fingers clumsy from how turned on he was. His cock throbbed hard against your ass, thick and insistent.

You wiggled on his lap on purpose, grinding back against him while he worked. "Mhm, just pull it loose. You can do it."

He finally got one string untied, the top loosening so your breasts nearly spilled out. He tried to grab another bikini from the hook on the wall, anything to distract himself. But you caught his wrists gently and guided his hands back to your chest.

"Forget about that Cho and grab these instead," you whispered, voice teasing. "Feel how soft they are, baby? All for you."

Choso groaned quietly, big hands cupping the curve of your tits right away. His palms were warm and a little shaky as he squeezed, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples through the thin fabric. "Fuck... they're so perfect. So soft."

You smiled, reaching down between your bodies. tugging his zipper down and pulling the waistband of his boxers lower, just enough for his thick cock to spring free, hot and leaking against your ass. With one hand you slipped the bikini bottoms and your panties off. To the side it went with a flick of your wrist, next to choso on the bench it landed. Your slick cunt now exposed, wet and soaking. You rocked back slowly, letting his bare cock slide along your slick pussylips.

"Keep playing with my tits while I take care of this," you murmured, guiding the head of his cock to your sopping hole. You sank down onto him in one smooth motion, your tight cunt swallowing every thick inch.

Choso's head fell back against the wall, a muffled whimper escaping as your ass settled fully in his lap. His hands groped your tits harder now, fingers digging into the soft flesh while you started riding him slow and deep. The bench creaked quietly under you both.

"Baby... you're so wet," he breathed, voice cracking. His hips bucked up instinctively, cock dragging along your walls with every roll of your hips. "I can feel you clenching around me. you feel... t-too good."

You kept moving, ass bouncing lightly in his lap, pussy making soft wet sounds around his cock. His hands never left your tits, squeezing and kneading the weight of them, pinching your nipples until you moaned softly. The strings of the bikini top hung loose around your neck, your breasts spilling free into his palms.

"Such a good helper," you teased, grinding down hard so his cock pressed deep inside you. "So good." He let out a high whimper at your praise, You leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Anyone could hear us if you get too loud, Choso."

He bit his lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but his whimpers kept slipping out. His cock throbbed inside your cunt, leaking steadily as you rode him faster. The tiny stall filled with the scent of sex and the quiet slap of skin on skin.

You moved your hands down to hold his hands tighter against your tits, making him grope you even more. "Don't stop touching them. I love your hands on me like this."

Choso nodded frantically, fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh as you bounced on his cock. His thighs trembled under you, the bench barely holding both of you steady. He was so close already, cock swelling thicker inside your dripping pussy.

"Cum whenever you want, baby," you whispered, clenching around him on purpose. "Fill me up, hm?" You encouraged. "Think you can make it through two more try ons?" He groaned viscerally, "Okay maybe one." You purred in his ear.

He whined your name into your shoulder, hands full of your soft breasts, cock pulsing deep as he tried so hard not to make too much noise. The mall music playing on outside the door, but inside the stall it was just you, him, and the desperate heat building between your bodies.

Choso's big hands wrapped tight around your waist, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pulled you back hard onto his cock. He thrust up deep, stuffing you full with every thick inch while his hips snapped up desperately. Your tight cunt squeezed around him, milking him as you rode faster, tits bouncing in his groping palms.

"Fuck... baby I'm gonna..." he groaned low, voice wrecked.

You clenched hard around him, grinding down so his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside. "Cum for me, Cho. Fill me up, like a good boy."

He came hard with a muffled cry, cock pulsing thick ropes of cum straight into your pussy. His hands held your waist like a vice, keeping you seated fully on him while he stuffed you full, pumping every last drop deep. Your cunt fluttered around him, taking it all, his warm load flooding you until it started to leak around his shaft.

When the last spasm faded, Choso slumped back against the wall, chest heaving, completely dazed. His cock softened a little but stayed buried inside you, twitching with aftershocks. You lifted off slowly, feeling his cum start to leak out of your stretched hole the second he pulled out. Thick white streaks dripped down your thighs, messy and warm.

You smiled at him, still flushed and glowing. "Come on Cho, grab my underwear and put them on me."

Choso looked so fucked out, eyes glassy, lips parted, brain fuzzy from how hard he just came. He reached blindly for your panties on the bench beside him, fingers trembling as he picked them up. Your pussy was on full display, puffy and leaking his cum in slow globs.

He leaned forward, still dazed, and carefully pulled your panties up your legs. The soft cotton slid over your skin until it cupped your dripping cunt, barely. He tugged them into place gently, but his thumb pressed right over your hole, feeling the way his cum soaked through the fabric already. A dark wet spot bloomed under his thumb, warm and sticky.

"Look at that," you whispered, voice teasing as you rocked your hips a little, pushing more of his load into the panties. "Your cum is already making such a mess in my panties. Then you focused the praise back on him. "Good boy for dressing me after you stuffed me so full, Cho."

Choso stared at the wet spot, thumb still pressed there like he could not believe what he had done. His cock twitched again still out in the open. Half-hard and sensitive. "Baby... it's leaking so much. I can feel it. You're gonna walk around the mall like this?"

You nodded, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheek. "Mhm. All day. Every step I take, your cum will be soaking my panties and dripping down my thighs. And you'll know it's all because of how hard you came inside me, isn't that what you want?"

He groaned softly, hands sliding up to cup your tits again, squeezing them like he needed something to hold onto. The stall felt even hotter now, the air heavy with the smell of sex. Outside the door, the store worker called out cheerfully about other colours and shit but inside, it was just you two and the messy aftermath.

You stood up carefully, adjusting your top while Choso watched with hazy eyes. His cum kept leaking, the wet spot on your panties growing bigger, a constant reminder pressing against your clit with every movement.

"Ready to pay for all of this Choso?" you asked sweetly, already reaching for the pair you made a mess in. "Or do you need another minute to recover from stuffing your girlfriend full?"

Choso just nodded weakly, still dazed and fucked out, his thumb ghosting over the soaked fabric and down the slick skin of your thighs, once more before he tucked his cock away and stood up. Bikini season had never felt so filthy.

Gunil

His bat form is based on the ghost bat

He can survive for decades without drinking blood

He's the vampire with the Prince of Darkness Title

He turned the members into vampires by biting them but, once he noticed their lack of free will, he used black magic on them to free them. He later taught them how to use it, especially on crafting objects and weapons for self defense

His crafted weapons are cyclone glaives

He managed to trick black magic and making it useful for selfless acts. Before meeting the other members, he used it to save a dog's life. That dog is now his beloved pet Pooh

He's well known for his gentle manners towards his partners. He's always referred to as an "old gentleman"

Unlike other Princes, he doesn't kill his partners

He believes in some "vampires superstitions" such as "a vampire can't enter in a stranger's house unless he's invited", which makes his hunting for a partner very hard

Jungsu

His bat form is based on the Asian particolored bat

He can survive a year without drinking blood

His crafted weapons are drones

His hair turns into a grey/ash colour when he turns into his vampire form

He loves human food and loves organising brunches in the human world. Of course those are just honeypots for finding new partners

He's heavily selective towards his partners. He searches and wants only the best ones

He's considered the most caring in the group regarding his partners. He'll take care of the bite wound, he'll clean you, will give you food and drinks and let you rest until you'll be better

His bite is the softest in the group

He has the strongest grip. Once you end up in his arms, you can't escape him. And he will not let you go until he doesn't finish sucking your blood

Gaon

His bat form is based on the northern bat

He can survive 15 days without drinking blood

His crafted weapon is a bow

His hair turns pink when he's in his vampire form. While he can change colour thanks to black magic, he finds it annoying. Pink hair doesn't make him menacing, according to him

He prefers staying in his human form

He hypnotizes his partner with music. He crafted a little guitar with black magic, which he uses while roaming on the streets in search of potential victims

O.de

His bat form is based on the flying fox bat

He can survive five months without drinking blood, he can substitute it with fruits

His crafted weapon is an axe

He created his tattoo with black magic

He loves changing haircuts while he's in his human form. After all, his hair will regrow fast thanks to black magic. He loves shaving his head mostly.

His hair is purple in his vampire form

He hypnotizes his partner with...his fashion choices. His clothes are all full of black magic. The best outfit he creates, the better his magic will work.

JunHan

His bat form is based on the Plecotus ognevi

He can survive a few weeks without drinking blood

His crafted weapon is a sword

His hand tattoo is just a normal tattoo but he makes it glow with black magic just for the sake of pranking

He's the member who wakes up late from his coffin...and he keeps being sleepy after

He prefers staying in his bat form, so he can find a place where he can sleep in peace

And speaking of his bat form, he hides on his partner's bag so he can sleep-keep an eye on them

He hypnotizes his partner with his makeup

He doesn't like physical contact, not even from his partner. He ended up killing a lot of them because of this

Jooyeon

His bat form is based on the heart-nosed bat

He can survive a few days without drinking blood

His crafted weapon is a rifle

He hypnotizes his partner with his hair. Yeah, you heard it. He curates his hair with black magic and that made it his most strong feature

Since he loves to curate his hair, he created different potions and "shampoos" for it. He loves to use them on the other members' hair if they want to. In general he loves to help them take care of their hair

This affects his way to approach and love his partner before he bites them: playing with their hair, sniffing it, caressing it, doing a braid. Everything just to relax his partner and making them vulnerable to his bite

He has a habit of licking his partner's skin before biting it

He leaves multiple bites on his partner's body, it's his sign of affection (and possession)

he then started thrusting into you at a faster pace with his eyes focused on the way your ass bounced against him. “love watchin the way your ass bounces.” he smacked your ass a few times.

you couldn't help it as your moans grew louder with each thrust, the sound muffled only slightly by the pillow. you knew the other members could probably hear even with music playing but it felt so good. he tightened his grip on your wrists pulling you back to meet his movements causing you to moan out more then you already were.

“that’s it baby. let me hear how much you love this.” he cooed. you found yourself pushing back against him. craving more of the delicious friction he was creating.

theo

theo had you on your back in the backseat of his car with his legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounded into you with no mercy. he had already made you soak the backseat of his car. he was repeatedly hitting your g spot on purpose making you scream out his name “t-theo too much!” you barely got out.

“sorry princess pussy feels too good.” he chuckled. “i love watching the way your pretty little cunt makes a mess on my cock.” he leaned down giving you a sloppy kiss. “look at you, taking every inch like you were made for it.” he groaned , his rhythm never faltering.

“this pussy's mine, isn't it? say it.” when you didn't answer right away, he gave a particularly sharp thrust that made you gasp. “i said, say it. tell me who this belongs.”

he leaned down with his chest pressed against you as he whispered in your ear. “you're so fucking tight, gripping me like you don't want me to ever leave. don't worry baby, i'm not going anywhere. not until i've filled you up and you're dripping with me.”

his words made your walls clench around him, earning a deep, satisfied chuckle. “yeah, you like that don't you? you like when i talk about claiming you, about marking you as mine.” that alone made you a moaning mess.

jiung

you and jiung were alone together in the dorm. not often do you get alone time with your boyfriend since he lives with five other guys. he could come to your place but you lived with three other girls as well so it was somehow easier for you to come to his.

it wasn’t that often that you guys got to be intimate with each other with both of your busy schedules and his roommate. so you guys always took advantage of the alone time that you rarely got.

“always look so pretty when i’m inside of you.” jiung cooed as he fucked himself into you in missionary while you were in his bed.

you arched into him whining as he pulled back to tesse you. the tip barely brushing your entrance before he slid back in. “jiung—fuck.” your voice cracked.

“say it again. say my name like that again.” his thumb circled your clit while his other hand gripped your hip. “you know how bad i fuckin’ love hearing you beg? sound so pretty when you’re desperate for me.”

intak

you were bouncing on him as he laid back on the bed. your nails digging into his chest as you took him deep. the wet slap of skin filling the room. intaks hands was everywhere.— gripping your waist, squeezing your ass. everything.

“fuck you’re riding me like you’re tryna break me princess.” he chuckled voice rough as he smirked. “should of known you’re a menace when on top. wonder who taught you that hmm?”

you rolled your hips grinding down just to hear him groan. his head topping back. “shut up and fuck me intak.” you gasped when his fingers suddenly pinched your nipple. the sharp sting making you clench around him.

“oh now you’re quiet.” he chuckled darkly. his hand reaching up to choke you. “guess i’ll have to make you scream instead.” his hips snapped up meeting your movements. “that’s it baby.” he said as you let out a loud moan.

his slip down to your ass spreading you open as he fucked up into you. his eyes locked on where you were taking him. “damn look at you. so pretty when you’re stuffed full of me.” his fingers teased your entrance gathering the before circling your ass just a hint of pressure enough to make you squirm. “one day, baby gonna have you begging for this too.”

soul

the mirror was fogged around the edges, steam from your own breathing mixing with the stale air of the cramped bathroom. your hands were braced against the cold, damp porcelain of the sink, knuckles white. soul was behind you, a solid wall of heat and sweat, his body still humming with the adrenaline from the stage.

“look at you.” soul grunted as he toyed your clit. “all spread out for me right here where antone could walk in. you like that don’t you? you like being a dirty little whore.”

his hands gripped your hips, pulling you back onto him as he pushed inside with one slow, deep stroke that stole your breath. the stretch was intense, a perfect, burning pressure that had you moaning.

“fuck, you're so tight.” he hissed, his fingers digging into your flesh. "taking me so good. been thinking about this pussy all night. every song i performed, i was thinking about being buried in it."

he set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the tiled walls. “that's it. take it. take every fucking inch.” one of his hands left your hip to wrap around your hair, pulling your head back just enough so you had to look at your own wrecked reflection in the mirror.

“keep your eyes open.” he demanded. “ watch yoursef get fucked. watched me ruin you.” he reached his other hand down to play with your clit feeling you clench down. “gonna cum on my cock in this dirty bathroom huh?”

“tell me who’s fucking you.” he groaned. his thrusts getting harder and deeper as he chased his own release. “say my fucking name, let them know who you belong to.”

jongseob

the second the dorm door clicked shut behind you, jongseob had you pinned against it. his mouth crashing onto yours like he had been starving. he pressed up against you, making sure you could feel how hard his cock already was. his teeth grazed your bottom lip, his voice rough. “missed you.”

you barely got a gasp out before he was spinning you around, pressing your front against the door, his body caging you in. his hand slid down your spine, then smacked your ass—hard. “hands on the door, baby. don’t move”

his fingers already working at his belt. you heard the clink of his zipper, then the sound of him spitting into his palm before his cock was hot and heavy against your thigh.

he pulled your skirt up more and pulled your panties to the side dipping his fingers into your wet cunt. “already wet for me baby?” he cooed.

“greedy little thing aren’t you.” he chuckled as he grabbed his cock teasing you by sliding it up and down your slick folds.

“seob don’t tease.” you whined pushing yourself back on him. suddenly he grabbed your hands pinning them behind you. “shut the fuck yup and take what you get.” he growled as he slammed into you no warning.

you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan at his sudden movements. he slipped a hand onto your mouth. “shhhh. can’t have the boys knowing how much of a slut my girlfriend is.”

정훈 — JUNGHOON

You and Junghoon had spent most of the day shopping. You bound down the hall with his hand in yours, happy because you couldn't always talk your boyfriend into going out with you. So you were taking full advantage of this. Both of you have been to almost every store in the shopping mall, stopping long enough to grab something to eat and a drink. After you both got your fill, you decided it was time to visit your favorite store, wanting to see the new releases they just dropped. With Junghoon's input, you grabbed a few to try on before dragging him to the back, where the dressing room was. At first, the male was cool and calm as he watched you try on each outfit with a different top or bottom, but with each switch, he started to let his mind wander.

It wasn't like any of your outfits were skimpy or too revealing. No. However, each one accentuated different features, and he felt his sanity slowly slipping when you came out with a top that had a hole in the shape of a heart at the chest. But the moment you walked out with a short, black ruffle skirt to go with the top, his sanity snapped, and he was pushing you back into the dressing room. You gasped when his lips crashed into yours, not even giving you the chance to question what he was doing, much less protest. His hands found the backs of your thighs, hoisting you onto his waist, and within moments, he had your underwear pushed to the side and his cock pushing into your tight heat.

His lips were almost suffocating on yours as he fucked into you with abandon, not a care in the world for anyone outside hearing. Your fingers balled the fabric of his shirt in your palms as you tried to pull back to warn him, but he just chased you. Then you bit his bottom lip after sucking it into your mouth, soaking in the deep groan he let out.

Pulling back just a few inches, he let his hooded eyes meet yours as you tried to form words with his cock driving into you, "It's your fault for looking so damn cute, babydoll."

세은 — SEEUN

It was almost three o'clock in the morning when Seeun started blowing up your phone, asking if you were still awake. Surprisingly, you had been up studying for a uni exam you had at the end of the month, so you answered his text. He asked if you wanted to come over so he could see you, but you knew what he really wanted, and at first, you were gonna say no. Then he started begging you, and you couldn't resist his whiny tone. So you found yourself sneaking into his dorms and into his shared bedroom. Seeun was sitting at his desk on the opposite wall of the beds where his other members were still sleeping, Hunter hanging halfway off his bed. At the same time, Hyunwoo faced the wall on the top bunk. Minjae, however, wasn't anywhere to be seen, probably still at the studio.

You walked over to your boyfriend, who was so absorbed in his video game that he hadn't noticed you walk in. Then you shook his hand off the mouse to make room for you to climb into his lap, straddling his hips, and a wide grin spread on his lips, "Hey sweetheart." He said rather loudly, and you quickly kissed him, telling him to keep it down. Completely forgetting about his game, he surged forward to capture your lips in another kiss, tugging your hips flush against his. It didn't take long before he stripped you of your sleep shorts and sat you on his aching cock. You inhaled shakily at the stretch, but Seeun groaned against your lips.

Hearing movement behind your boyfriend, you quickly looked over his shoulder, watching as Hunter repositioned himself before going back to sleep. Your attention was then brought back to your boyfriend when he bucked his hips up into yours, nearly making you moan, and you glared at him. Bringing him into another kiss, you swallowed his moans before biting his tongue when he pushed it past your lips, eliciting a surprised gasp.

"What was that for?" He whined, sucking on his tongue to get the pain to go down as you rolled your hips against his, face flushing red. You glared down at him, "You're gonna wake the boys, unless that's what you're aiming for."

유준 — YUJUN

You were making dinner for you and Yujun because he had just gotten back from tour. It had been a few months since you'd been able to see each other without a screen between you, and you were really excited. You had a whole night planned for the two of you, and a wide smile spread on your lips when you heard a knock at your front door. Quickly letting Yujun in, you led him to the kitchen where both of you ate, and he rambled about everything that happened while he was on tour. Afterwards, you both made your way to the living room to watch a movie, but it was quickly put on the back burner when Yujun got handsy.

Turning to face him, you start to ask if he was okay, but he cut you off with a kiss, shoving your body back until you were lying across the sofa. His lips were everywhere on your body, murmuring about how much he's missed you and slowly stripping your body bare. Then his lips were on yours again, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. Growing annoyed, you reach the back of his head, grab his hair, and pull, craning his head back. You lick up the column of his throat before meeting his lips once more, telling him to stop teasing and just fuck you.

Then he was pushing into your drenched pussy, a synphony of moans and whines falling from both of your lips. Yujun wasn't sure if it was because he had been gone for so long, but every move he made felt like electricity was coursing through his veins, making him lightheaded, and his voice growing in pitch. Gasping out as he hit that sweet spot, you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down, kissing his jaw to his ear before taking the lobe between your teeth, biting down and eliciting a loud whine from your boyfriend.

"You're gonna cause me to get a noise complaint, baby," You breathed out, head falling back as his pace picked up to an almost animalistic pace. He mewled as he buried his face in your neck, warm breath fanning your chest, "I'm sorry, love, you just feel so g-good."

헌터 — HUNTER

Hunter and the boy were having their weekly game night at the dorms, and of course, he invited you to join them. Also hoping that, with you on his team, he'd win at least a few rounds. Upon getting there, you were placed between your boyfriend and Seeun, who was excited to see you. Hunter smiled, seeing you get along with his members, but as the night went on, he started to get progressively more and more jealous seeing you pay more attention to the boys—especially Seeun. So when everyone decided they wanted to go out for ice cream, Hunter told them that you two were gonna stay back and clean up. You started to protest, but with a quick look from Hunter, you shut your mouth and just asked them to bring you something back.

As soon as the front door shut, Hunter was pulling you towards his bedroom, locking the door behind both of you. You barely got a word out before his lips were on yours, stealing the air from your lungs. He pushed you back until your legs caught the edge of the bed, and he pushed you back, your body landing on the soft mattress with a yelp. He didn't leave you unattended for long and made quick work of your and his clothes before flipping you onto your stomach. You mewled loudly when he suddenly pushed into you, body trapping yours underneath his, hands next to your head.

You buried your face into the sheets with cries as he plowed into you without an ounce of mercy, whispering nasty words in your ear. The pleasure was making your mind fuzzy and body buzz, choked moans falling from your parted lips. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist that was next to your head, trying to ground yourself, but it was futile. So you did the next thing your fucked out brain could think of. Latching your teeth onto his forearm, a metallic taste fills your mouth as you break skin.

"Fucking hell, bunny," Hunter growled next to your ear, pupils dilating at the sight of his blood coating your lips, his mind running wild as he delivered a sharp thrust, making you cry out, "Maybe I should return the favor, hmm? Remind them who you belong to."

예찬 — YECHAN

Your phone buzzed violently on your desk as you screamed at your teammates because they were all dropping like flies, leaving you alone. About an hour or so later, a frustrated yell fell from your lips, hands dropping your headphones onto the desk. Leaning back in your gaming chair, heel of your hands digging into your eyes. You were so busy grumbling that you hadn't even heard the bedroom door open and Yechan walking in. When he spoke, you nearly jumped out of your skin, whipping around to face your boyfriend, eyes wide at the borderline annoyed expression on his face. You grabbed your phone and looked at the time as well as the multitude of missed calls and messages, a nervous laugh falling from your lips as you glance back at him.

He didn't give you a chance to speak before he picked you up from your gaming chair and threw you onto your bed. As he caged you underneath him, you could clearly see the annoyance gleaming in his eyes, and you felt small under his gaze. "So busy playing your games, you forget the date your oh-so-caring boyfriend set up, is that right, princess?" His voice was gruff as he leaned down towards your face, and you started to apologize, but he stopped you, saying it was too late for apologies. In record time, he had you undressed, his clothes following quickly after, and he threw your legs over his shoulders. He thrusts into your tight heat in one go, soaking in your broken cries.

The position he put you in had him abusing your sweet spot, stars dancing across your vision as whines and cries fell from your lips. Yechan growled in your ear, mean and dirty words flowing into your ears, making you whimper, nails digging into his bicep. Your lips ghosted over his neck, and when his tip hit your cervix, you suddenly bit down onto his neck, pulling a deep groan from his chest.

Pulling back a bit, Yechan's dark eyes met yours, and you whimpered, realizing what you just did, apologies and pleas falling from your lips. A dark chuckle fell from his lips as he slowed his pace, as he felt you getting closer. "Oh, baby, you're in for a long night."

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민재 ── MINJAE

It was well into the night, and Minjae was still stuck in the studio working on some of his projects. You, being the oh-so-sweet girlfriend you were, decided to go keep him company. However, you weren't aware of just how much your boyfriend was frustrated with his work. When you walked in, you tried to get him to take a break so he could eat, but he brushed you off; however, you insisted. Minjae groaned, taking his headphones off to look at you, his annoyance through the roof. He didn't want to be mean, especially to you, but your antics—good albit—were irking his nerves.

This ultimately resulted in you being bent over his desk, your cute little skirt bunched over your hips, your underwear thrown off to the side, and Minjae's cock buried deep in your walls. Now, you were never one to be quiet when you two had sex, and Minjae knew this, which is why he had his hand covering your mouth, muffling your moans and cries of his name. When your climax washed over you, his hand slipped down a bit as he groaned, still fucking into your fluttering walls. The sensitivity of it all was too much, and you needed something to ground yourself; however, that something just so happened to be your boyfriend's hand. One hand grabbed his wrist as you bit down on the space between his thumb and index finger, while the other clutched the desk for support.

Minjae let out a low curse at the sudden sensation of your teeth sinking into his skin, his hips faltering as he neared his own high. Gritting his teeth, he tightened his grip on your jaw as you released your teeth, pulling your body up so your back was flush with his chest.

"Oh, so we're biting now, babygirl?" He growled in your ear, eliciting a loud whine from your kiss-swollen lips. His pace grew nearly feral, easily leaving you a panting and breathless mess in his arms, "since you wanna be so naughty, then why don't we let everyone know, hmm?"

준민 — JUNMIN

When Junmin got back to the dorms, all he wanted to do was get in the shower, then go to bed, work having drained him. However, he hadn't expected to see you sitting on the living room couch, snacking on some chips with Sumin. Having seen you, it was like he gained a whole new burst of energy, and seeing you with Sumin seemed to flip a switch. Now, he wasn't one who openly got jealous, but seeing you with his bandmate and not even telling him you were there… oh yeah, he was peeved.

You barely had time to tell Sumin goodbye before Junmin was walking over and grabbing your wrist to drag you away. He barely said a word, jaw clenched tightly as he pulled you to his room and kicked the door shut. You tried to talk to him, but he just said he wanted to take a shower, hoping to cool himself, but then you climbed in with him. Then his last string of self-restraint snapped, and he had you pinned to the shower wall, cock driving into your squelching pussy. The sounds of your moans bounced off the walls, tears blurring your vision due to your boyfriend's rough pace, then you heard his bedroom door open, and you became acutely aware of the others in the dorms.

Your nails dug into his shoulder as you tugged him forward, lips latching onto his shoulder before unexpectedly biting down. Junmin groaned, eyes fluttering as his head fell back at the sudden infliction of pain. Then he also heard the others in the bedroom, and his earlier jealousy came back.

He moved his hand that wasn't supporting your body up to your head, tangling his fingers in your hair before tugging you off his shoulder. You let out a pathetic cry of his name as you looked up at him with teary eyes. Annoyance was evident on his features as he leaned down until his lips brushed yours, "Don't stay quiet, princess. Let them hear you. Let them hear how good I fuck you. Let them hear that you're mine."

수민 — SUMIN

You were over at your boyfriend's dorm, hoping to keep him company while all the other boys were out doing their own thing. It was a quiet weekend, and you sat on the edge of Sumin's bed watching him draw at his desk, his glasses falling down his nose every so often. You couldn't help but stare; he always looked like a sin straight out of the bible when he wore those damned glasses. It drove you up the wall and made you ache for him. So when he noticed your stare from the corner of his eye, he smirked, knowing what was going through your head.

"Whatcha starin' at there, princess?" He teased, causing you to roll your eyes, your cheeks flushing red, seeing as you'd been caught. Sumin smirked, turning in his chair to watch as you squirmed on his bed. His gaze alone was enough to get you worked up, but the glasses made it ten times more effective. With a simple 'come', you found yourself perched in his lap, thighs on either side of his hips, and your underwear pushed to the side, and his dick stretching you open. He didn't move and told you not to either while he finished his drawing. You wanted to whine in protest, but the moment a sound slipped from your lips, he gave you a pointed look, and you swallowed those words.

The next thirty minutes were pure torture. You desperately tried to keep still and be good, but Sumin made it hard when he moved his hips or legs. At some point, you figured he was just doing it on purpose, and your brain was starting to fuzz over with need, desperate for release. That's when your teeth latched onto his neck, biting down so hard you nearly broke skin, and his body jerked under yours.

Once the shock wore off, Sumin slowly pushed away from the desk, eyes flickering from the new uneven line to you, your face still buried in his neck. Heat flushed your neck as you realized what you just did as he grabbed the back of your neck to pull your face away from his body, "Don't give me those puppy eyes, princess, you know what you did. And you know you have to be punished for misbehaving, right?"

진식 — JINSIK

It was a relatively chill night, and Jinsik was finally able to have a day off and wanted to spend the night before with you. So both of you were at your apartment, watching some cheesy romance movie. You were curled up into his side while his arms were wrapped around your body, holding you close. It wasn't until the sex scene came on that Jinsik started getting antsy, shifting in his spot every so often.

Now, you weren't oblivious to what was going on, but you loved to tease your poor boyfriend. His cheeks burned red, and you smirked as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, whining about you being mean. However, his hands started to trail the length of your body, and he started begging you to help him, his cock aching. It wasn't long after that all of your clothes were strewn about the floor, your hands pinning Jinsik's next to his head as you rolled your hips against his, relishing in his whimpers as your cunt squeezed around him.

Normally, Jinsik was pretty well behaved when you had sex, but something about tonight had him extra needy. Which in turn means he's trying to get you to do things. His hips bucked up into yours, followed by a choked whine when you put your full weight on him, pinning him down again. You gave him a firm warning as your lips trailed down his neck before finding purchase on his chest. Licking the skin around his nipple, you relished in the sweet sounds of his moans before biting down—hard.

Jinsik cried out, tears spilling from the corner of his eyes and staining the sheets underneath him. The pain mixed with pleasure had his body trembling, your name falling from his lips as he looked at you. You sat back up, rolling your hips against his and watching as his hands gripped at your thighs, begging for release, causing you to giggle, "Ah-ah baby, you're in no position to be making commands."

현우 — HYUNWOO

The only time it seemed like you and Hyunwoo ever got a chance to be alone was in the practice room after all the other employees left for the night. Neither of you could go to the other's dorm without fear of someone questioning you and your relationship. It wasn't like either of you made things exclusive, but it wasn't really a no-strings-attached situation either. You didn't really like it, but every time you'd bring it up to Hyunwoo, he'd just brush you off, and it was starting to get under your skin. Anger was slowly building, threatening to pop, making you snippy towards just about everyone—Hyunwoo included.

Hyunwoo, of course, was quick to catch it while he was trying to help you practice your moves for your next comeback, but you kept giving him attitude when he corrected you. He wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, thinking that you were just tired, but as the night went on and you continued to push his buttons, he was about to snap. It wasn't until you made a comment about getting Junghoon's help instead that he snapped, grabbing your arm roughly and pinning your back against the mirror. Then, even with his cock buried deep in your throbbing cunt you still gave him lip, and he glared at you, placing his hand over your mouth and nose, muffling your snarky remarks and moans.

Your nails dug into his forearm, and you started to feel slightly lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. Balling your other hand into a fist, you hit his chest as he brought you close to your climax, body trembling. Yanking down on his wrist, you managed to pull his hand from your face, allowing you to inhale deeply, then you latched onto the skin of his hand right under his pinky. Your teeth threatened to break skin as Hyunwoo groaned in pain, hips stuttering and grip on the underside of your knee growing tighter.

"I see how it is, angel," He growled, pulling his hand from your mouth, not even bothering to watch as blood pooled from the wound, and wrapping his fingers around your throat. You gasped as he pulled your face closer to his, "Since you're so desperate to tell everyone about us, why not let them hear it?"

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softdom!taeyang has been nothing but an upstanding gentleman to you. 

He holds open doors for you, takes off your coat for you, holds out the chair, pours you your wine, drives you home until you’re safe and sound and leaves you with an innocent kiss. 

It never goes farther than that. because you’ve never initiated more, and the last thing he wants is to push too far and scare you away, never mind the fact that he wants to pull you over the console and make you ride him in your driveway. 

softdom!taeyang who knows you’ve never crossed that boundary with anyone and that you’re so nervous to, so he never brings it up to respect you. 

Until one night, when you’ve shyly invited him in after date night to watch a movie on your couch and you’re sidled up to him with your knees tucked on his lap, the short skirt of your dress riding dangerously high. 

He keeps his hand at your knee, a safe distance, and lets his thumb draw mindless shapes on the soft skin. But that seems to be your undoing, because you’re breathing a little too hard, squirming a little too much, and burying your face in his neck and whispering his name in a voice so soft and so wanting, that he nearly breaks his own vows. 

softdom!taeyang, who’s known for his ironclad self control. who, at the moment, wants to abandon every bit of the gentleman his mother has nursed in him to see you on his knees before him, your pretty lips stretched around his thick cock. 

“What’s wrong?” He teases instead, pressing his thumb into the divot on your knee. 

You let out a quiet whimper, tilting up to nose at the spot behind his ear. “Tae…”

Your breath brushes against the sensitive skin there, and he has to hold in the shiver that wracks through him. 

He turns to nudge his forehead against yours, pulling your gaze up to his. But it flits away as quickly as it comes, a deep flush rising to your cheeks. 

“What is it, love?”

He watches the way you chew at your lip, the way you squeeze your thighs together, the way you fist nervously at the hem of your dress. 

It’s such a sweet sight. He’s never wanted to ruin anything more. 

softdom!taeyang who’s never had to be soft before, who has to rein himself in from just shoving his way into your cunt and letting you deal with it. 

No, he lays you out on your back instead and pushes up your skirt to expose your already ruined panties, pulling them aside so he can tease a finger against you all soft and slow. 

He can learn to be gentle, at least just this once. 

But fuck, the effort it takes to not just piston his fingers into your fluttering cunt and make you cream on his fingers within seconds… he deserves an award. 

But you’re so affected already, gasping and whining as he only circles your pulsing clit with a light finger, your folds pooling with your arousal as you lay there so pliant and open and flushed and embarrassed. 

He presses his palm to your stomach, riding his hand up the skin and slipping it under the dress to feel your stomach fluttering and tensing under his ministrations.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, eyes locked onto the way your nipples have peaked through your dress, chest heaving under the tight fabric. 

You drape your hand over your face to moan behind it, thighs twitching where they lay open and splayed at your sides. 

He laughs fondly, a short thing that trails off to when he sees your hole clenching around nothing. 

He traces his finger down the slick mess to gently prod against your entrance, revelling in the full-body shock that jolts through you. 

His brows raise at the stark reaction, lips creeping into a grin when the realization comes. 

“Have you never touched yourself here?” 

When you shake your head no, he feels himself pulse with a violent need under his slacks. 

softdom!taeyang, who ignores his own, painfully hard cock as he works you open on one finger, holding your flighty body down with a hand on your hip. 

“Tae’ng,” you slur, walls clenched so tightly around the unfamiliar intrusion. “I-It’s too much…”

He tsk’s softly, eyes locked onto the way you’ve swallowed in just the tip of his finger, your slick pooling and dripping against the digit. 

“Already?” He asks, slowly pulling it out before pushing it back in just the same, his finger sinking in easily until the second knuckle with all the gathered slick. 

He feels himself kick in his jeans at the needy whine that spills from you, your body going so tense. 

“You’ll be fine,” he soothes, before pushing his finger in to the hilt, watching your jaw fall open with a silent wail. “You’re gonna have to take more.”

softdom!taeyang, who, instead of making fun of how dumb you are on just two of his fingers, whispers sweet nothings as he scissors you open. 

“See?” He says, pressing down on your stomach when you jolt up as he curls his fingers in you. “You’re doing so well already.”

“Does it feel good? Feels good, right?” He asks when he’s caressing that gummy spot inside of you, making you tremble and sniffle about how yes, ‘tfeels so good Tae.

“Think you can take more for me?” He asks into your neck while he’s kissing you there and pumping his fingers into you with long, deep strokes. 

“Yes you can,” he whispers when you shake your head, pressing a kiss to the heated apple of your cheek as he slowly sinks a third finger in, the space so tight and nearly unforgiving as he pushes in. 

“It’s okay, love,” he comforts as he feels you pulse around his fingers, crying his name out around a ragged sob. “Just let it out for me.”

softdom!taeyang who gathers you in his arms and lets you wind down from such an intense high, picking you up and finding his own way into your bedroom. 

He’s never been in here before, but that’s the last of his worries as he lays you down and climbs on top of you.

He holds your hazy eyed, tear streaked face, ravaged with the urge to push his still slick fingers into your mouth and make you lick them clean for him. 

Instead, he leans down and presses a whispering kiss over your trembling lips. 

“Was that okay?” He finds himself asking. 

When you sniffle, giving a short and jerky nod, he feels his heart crack open. “Y-Yeah,” you hiccup, your shaky hand wrapping around his wrist. “F-Felt good.”

He kisses you again, deep and lingering, before he pulls back to rest his head against yours.

“Think you can take more?”

softdom!taeyang, who wastes no time when you give him the go, stripping you to nothing and holding you down when you try to hide away from him. 

“Beautiful,” he murmurs into your cheek as he reaches down to pry himself free, sighing at the relief of finally letting himself some pressure. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You cling onto his frame, clawing at his shirt, and he gives without fight, lifting up to slip it off of himself. 

He looks down at you when he hears your gasp, seeing your eyes locked onto where he stands hardened and leaking. 

He can’t help the grin that climbs his lips as he wraps his fist around himself, giving himself a slow tug that has a groan brewing deep in his chest. 

“What is it?” He asks lightly, resting his hand on your knee. It twitches under the touch. 

Your wild eyes snap up to his, and he falters when he sees a hint of fear muddled behind the shock. 

“Y-You—“ You cut yourself off with a shaky breath, fists clenching down on the sheets. “It’s not gonna f-fit.”

He leans down anyway, hovering over you with a hand braced at your side as he settles between your legs that part for him anyway, like some innate instinct. 

“It’s okay,” he coos, lowering to peck your lips. “You can take it.”

softdom!taeyang, who can barely fit his tip inside you before you’re tensing up and crying about how it hurts, immediately pausing to make sure you’re okay. 

He wraps an arm around your shoulders and cradles your head, kissing the tears off your cheek as they fall. 

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, tucking his nose against yours as he rests his head against you. “Look at me.”

His heart withers when you let out a quiet sob before opening your eyes, eyes that are welled with glittering tears. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

Relief washes through him when you shake your head. Because with how tightly, deliciously you’re squeezing around him, he wasn’t sure he could pull out even if he tried. 

“Y’r too big,” you say quietly, voice thinning out with a broken whine when he twitches inside you. 

Fuck, he wants to just sink in all the way, bathe in your warm heat. But he takes a breath and quells the raging urge. He needs, wants, to take care of you. And that won’t be the way. 

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “But you can take it. I know you can. You just… just gotta let go for me, ‘kay?”

He traces his thumb over your cheek, smearing the tear that slips down it. He waits for his words to settle behind that cloud in your eyes. 

“Just relax. Let me in. I’ll take care of you, promise.”

softdom!taeyang, who keeps his promise. who finally sinks into you to the hilt when your body allows him in, settling with a guttural groan as the wet heat envelops him. he hopes he dies right here. 

“That’s it, love,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist as he gives an experimental roll of his hips, lips twitching when you shudder with pleasure rather than pain. 

He presses another kiss to your lips, swallowing up the soft little whine you let out when he grinds into you again. 

“Told you, didn’t I?” He asks, slowly pulling out until just his tip catches against your hole. “Told you you could take it.”

Then he slams back in, crashing his lips over yours to swallow up the cry he was anticipating. 

He fucks you in earnest, pounds into you with long, firm strokes, hard enough to leave you seeing stars but not enough to hurt you again. 

Because at the end of the day, there’s a limit to how gentle he can be before his selfish needs take over. But he’s lucky that he’s found himself a darling that can take it, that can take it as he holds her down with one hand and pistons into her with no restraint, that can take it as he calls her confusing names (“such a pretty little slut” “dumb little bunny can’t take my cock?”), that can take it as he tells her such lewd, degrading things (“this hole was just waiting for me, wasn’t it? made for me, hm?”), that can take it as he fucks her until she cums, until she cums again, as he driving her into overstimulation with no regard for how sensitive she is.

You take it all, just as he asks you to with that deceptively sweet voice of his. But he keeps his promise well—he takes care of you until you’re crying yourself to sleep in his arms with his cock still buried snugly inside you. 

softdom!taeyang, who’s not so sure he can be so soft next time. but he can try if you want him to… just don’t expect it to happen often.

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The bar was small, but alive, pulsing with the energy of the crowd, dim lights casting an intimate glow over the smoky room. You hadn’t wanted to come really, your friend had practically dragged you, and now you were stuck in this packed space, surrounded by strangers with a drink in hand. The band, Xdinary Heroes, had just finished their set, and your friend was buzzing with excitement, gushing about how amazing they were, they were her favourite after all.

You leaned against the bar, feeling the bass from the music still thudding in your chest as your friend nudged you. "That’s Jooyeon!" she said, nodding toward the figure of the bassist across the room. He was surrounded by people, casually sipping his drink and exchanging smirks with his bandmates. You gave him a quick glance and shrugged. Sure, he was attractive, but you didn’t care much for musicians, especially rock bands. Rock was not the genre you radiated towards. Your best friend on the other LOVED rock music, it was her favourite genre of them all, and she would always come to the vinyl store where you worked and would buy the newest album of every band she was obsessed with, that's how you learned everything about the band that was standing in front of you. "He’s the bassist!" your friend continued, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. "And seriously, he's your type. You should try and talk to him."

Before you could respond, you felt a shift in the atmosphere. Jooyeon’s gaze had settled on you, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Oh, unlucky you, he started making his way over to you, his steps purposeful and confident. He stopped in front of you, his expression unreadable, but his presence demanding attention. "Hey!" Jooyeon said, his voice low but smooth, his smirk now fully visible which irritated you even more, he was way too cocky. "You looked like you were waiting for me to come over." You blinked, caught off guard by his boldness and...his accent. Asshole, you thought immediately. You weren't sure if it was charming or just plain irritating, but probably the latter. "Waiting for you?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

He leaned casually against the bar, maintaining eye contact, still holding onto that self-assured smirk. "I mean, you were staring at me first." he teased, though there was a playful edge in his tone. "I figured I should save you the trouble and come introduce myself." Your friend was losing it beside you, whispering frantically about how cool this all was, but you just gave Jooyeon a flat look. "Wow?!?" you said, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "You must be really used to this." He chuckled. "I get by!" he said, shrugging, though his eyes flickered with something more than just arrogance. It was as if he was testing you, curious to see how you’d react. "But you're different." You rolled your eyes. "Right, different..." you thought. "Look, I’m not really in the mood for this." you said, waving him off. "I'm sure you have plenty of other girls here who'd be thrilled with that line."

Jooyeon’s smirk softened slightly, and for a second, you saw a glimpse of something more genuine in his expression. But instead of backing off completely, he raised his hands in surrender, his cockiness replaced with a hint of respect. "Fair enough." he said, taking a step back. "But I meant what I said. You're interesting." His voice was quieter now, more sincere.

He turned to leave, but not without throwing one last glance over his shoulder, his eyes lingering on you. "Maybe I'll see you around, pretty girl."

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