⋆.˚˖࿔ pairing | ot6 x 7thmember!reader ༉‧₊˚.
synopsis | when your members find out you don't think its possible for you to cum during sex (thanks to your lackluster ex), they set out on a mission to prove to you that not only is it possible but there's many different ways to do so.
details | nsfw (MINORS DNI), pure smut, piwon as varying degrees of dominant (from softdom!jongseob to meandom!theo), reader is quite inexperienced, dry humping, oral (f. rec), thigh fucking, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, squirting, mutual masturbation, voice kink, edging, overstimulation, punishment (not for reader), light dom/sub dynamics, power dynamics, f/m/m, f/m/m/m, time constraints, light humiliation, rough sex, creampie, throat-fucking, choking, orgasm denial, fluff (more probably)
⟡ length | 21k ⟡
𓆩⟡𓆪 note || well this was quite overwhelming to write and it is quite the ride ¬‿¬ the "plot" of this is barely a plot but the smut is smutting || also, can’t believe it’s been one month of this blog already!! thank you sm for 450 followers you all are so appreciated <3 now enjoy the pure filth as a gift (apologies in advance for any typos that might have still made it through, i physically cannot proofread this any more)
“Wait, he’s never made you cum before?”
Your chopsticks freeze halfway up to your mouth that’s hung open awkwardly as you process the words that have just come out of Intak’s mouth. You look up from your bowl of noodles to see six pairs of eyes staring at you in varying levels of shock.
There’s a pause, and when no one moves to take this conversation in any other direction, you put down your chopsticks and close your mouth, clearing your throat as an embarrassed heat flushes high on your cheeks.
“Well, no,” you admit awkwardly. “I mean— yes. I have. By myself, I mean, just not by my ex or anyone else.”
You’re not sure how the conversation had diverged to you. One minute you were all talking over one of those reality dating shows Keeho had put on for everyone to watch over dinner (a strange choice, but whatever), then somehow the topic had shifted to first times and whether they were successful at bringing their partners to completion (this discussion was mainly between Theo, Keeho, and Intak), then someone was mentioning your name and asking you something you don’t remember, and you’d just made a throwaway comment about how, “He never did it for me anyway so this discussion is pointless to me,” to get them off your back (you were more focused on scarfing down your noodles), and now here you are.
“Wait,” Intak speaks again, blinking like his brain just couldn’t compute this piece of information. “So the guy that you were in a relationship with for two years,” he starts, then pauses to look at you, as if trying to make sure you were understanding the gravity of the situation, then continues, “has never made you come? Not once?”
You shake your head, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. It’s a little embarrassing, sure, but isn’t it normal for most women to not finish during sex?
“Not ever?” Keeho asks this time, his brows pulled up behind his fringe. “What about anyone you’ve ever been with. Ever.”
You drop your chopsticks into your bowl with a clatter. “No,” you say firmly. “Why is that so surprising?”
“Because it’s ridiculous,” Theo states easily, leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed.
You shrug. “I don’t see what the big deal is. Isn’t it normal to just fake it and move on?”
Intak makes a noise like he’s been severely offended. “No!” He cries. “I always make sure she comes. Always.”
You scoff in disbelief, shaking your head. The quiet ones, Jiung, Soul, and Jongseob, are still watching you like hawks, and you can tell from their eyes that they’re in accordance with the other three.
“There’s no way,” you say. You’ve been through the motions of sex before. It’s wildly uncomfortable, too slippery, and too rushed. “You’re telling me you can all make your girls’ finish?”
There’s a chorus of agreements from all of them, some more enthusiastic than others.
You blink, taken aback at the unity. “…Every time?”
Another round of assent and you’re left with the thought that maybe something’s just wrong with you.
“Maybe I just don’t like sex then,” you conclude, your brows pinching as you think back to the handful of times you’ve given yourself up to your ex partner and only come out of it regretful.
“That could be true.”
All eyes turn to Jiung, who’s sitting on the single chair leaned back casually, looking straight at you with a clinical eye that leaves you feeling a little too exposed. You squirm in your seat on the carpeted floor, grateful for the refuge in the slight coverage the coffee table provides you.
“But,” Jiung continues. “We’ve met the guy you were with. He didn’t exactly ooze generosity.”
“That’s true.” Jongseob’s voice pulls your eyes to where he’s sitting right across the table from you, hands braced on the floor behind him as he leans back. His eyes are calculating in their own way as they weigh on you. “If your experience was with him then I wouldn’t be too surprised.”
You fidget with your hands in your lap as your eyes flit over your members. “Well,” you start, then stop, mulling over your words for a moment. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me then.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” You almost flinch at Soul’s voice, sharper than you’re used to from him. He’s on the floor to your right, peering at you with wide, wondering eyes. “You said you’ve just never orgasmed with him, right? You can finish when it’s just yourself?”
You fluster at his blunt words but nod. “Yeah.”
“So it’s not like you can’t come or anything like that,” Keeho chimes in from the couch behind Jongseob. “Your ex just didn’t know how to treat you right.”
You pout, feeling a little affronted. “Hey, he wasn’t a bad person.”
“Bad in bed though,” Theo adds with a snicker.
You roll your eyes at him, picking up your chopsticks to have something to do with your hands. “I just can’t imagine coming from sex. It’s so… uncomfortable. Invasive.”
“Oh honey,” Keeho says, tone sympathetic. “He really didn’t know how to treat you right then. It doesn’t have to be invasive either. There’s so many more ways to come than just penetration.”
You stare at him, your brows climbing up your forehead. “There… is?” You knew of a couple methods but the way he says it makes you feel like you were missing out on a lot more than you thought.
Intak makes a noise like he’s just been punched by the words. “You don’t know?” He asks, like he’s truly horrified by your lack of knowledge. Then he looks at Theo beside him and rattles him by the arm. “Hyung, she doesn’t know!”
Theo shoves him off with a hand on his forehead. “Relax.” Then he turns back to you and his next words throw your brain into the void. “We could show you.”
There’s a palpable silence as those words hang in the air, leaving behind something heavy lingering in its wake.
“Taeyang,” Jiung scolds, turning to Theo with sharp eyes. “You can’t just spring something like that on her.”
“No, wait,” you find yourself saying. As daunting as whatever Theo has in mind seems, you can’t help but be curious. “I’m interested. Hypothetically.”
You can see everyone exchange looks, a weave of silent conversations that you ignore in favour of just looking at Theo, who holds your gaze back with a knowing smirk on his lips. He doesn’t say more though; he waits for you to steer the conversation.
“What—“ You start then stop again, clearing your throat when everyone’s eyes fall back to you. “Hypothetically, what would something like that entail?”
Theo leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his smirk pulling wider. “Hypothetically,” he starts, a little teasing, and you falter under his stare. “We would each show you a different way to make you come. Prove to you all the ways that you can finish during sex and that you were missing out on with your ex.”
You blink at him as the words process. The thought of them showing you makes something crawl under your skin, something you’re not able to name. Your eyes flit over all them, all of them who are watching you carefully. “There’s six of you though.”
Theo raises a brow. “Yes?”
“You’re saying there’s six different ways?” You ask, trying to wrack your brain for all the other ways your ex has tried besides penetration and outer stimulation (which was more just poking around than anything). You’re not very adventurous on yourself either, so you come up empty. “Hypothetically,” you tack on as an afterthought.
“Well, hypothetically, we could keep that a secret until we get to show you.” Theo’s smirk is inching towards something more dangerous, something that makes your heart stutter. “Hypothetically,” he continues, tilting his head at you, “would you like us to show you?”
And suddenly, this doesn’t feel very hypothetical anymore. You can see it in the way they’re all just waiting for you to either take them up on this ‘hypothetical’ or put them out of their misery and brush off the conversation.
You think about it. Really think about it. You can’t deny the way all this talk has your body prickling with curiosity and heated anticipation at the thought of them showing you, whatever that might be.
You glance between them, your close friends of the past six years, the people you’ve practically grown up with, the ones you not only work with but call your own. Intak is leaned forward in morbid curiosity and hanging onto your every word, Jongseob is feigning nonchalance but you can see the faint blush on his cheeks, Keeho watches you with a heat that he doesn’t even bother to hide, Soul is more curious and earnest than anything, Jiung— though calm on the outside— looks like he’s ready to devour you with just his eyes, and Theo is an enigma you’re too scared to even try to decode. You can tell they’re all waiting for the word, whichever it may be. But you don’t feel scared by their anticipation despite the daunting way their gazes settle on you. You’re surprised to feel something pulling at your gut, something wanting and present.
But above all, you trust them with everything. You can trust them with something like this.
So with a shaky breath, you nod. “Yes.”
It’s like the scene in front of you pauses on a reel. No one breathes.
“Just hypothetically?” Theo asks you slowly.
“No,” you answer without hesitation. “Not just hypothetically.”
There’s a few sharp exhales like breaths that have been held in for too long, someone mutters a low curse from somewhere on your right, and the air shifts again into something heated with anticipation.
“Only if everyone is okay with it,” you add, because you don’t want to pull anyone into anything they don’t want just for your sake.
“Are you kidding me?” Intak scoffs, a boyish grin pulling on his face. “I may or may not have thought about this already before.”
Jiung reaches over Theo to smack Intak over his lack of decorum.
“It’s fine,” you say, a small, awkward smile pulling on your lips. You’re taken aback by Intak’s sudden confession, but it doesn’t deter you. It makes you even more curious to see just what he’s wanted with you. “I’m, uh, looking forward to what you guys have to show me. But I’m still not sure I believe that you guys can make me… you know.”
Jongseob smiles at you, leaning forward to lean his elbows on the coffee table. “Let us worry about that, okay?” His voice is lower, a little huskier, and it already has you a little flustered.
“Cute,” you hear Soul mumble under his breath from your right and you glance at him to see he’s staring at the flush on your cheeks.
You clear your throat, sitting up straight to regain some semblance of control over your body. “How do we do this?”
“We’ll make a list of what we’re going to do to you,” Keeho starts, making sure to let the words linger for a little just to see you squirm. “And then we’ll pick what we’re each best at so you can get the best of the best.” He glances around the room to gauge opinions. “Sounds good?”
Everyone agrees with more enthusiasm than you’re prepared for and you feel your heart start to thunder in your chest. Not from fear, but from excitement. If what they say is true, and they can get you to come without fail, you’re in for a night that could make up for all the mediocre sex in your life and open your eyes to things you might not even be aware of.
“That’s that then,” Jiung says as he pulls himself up to his feet and walks over to your direction. Your heart jolts as he leans down to pick up your bowl of abandoned noodles, and you feel a little ridiculous that you’re already so affected. Jiung’s eyes flicker over your face that’s a few inches from his, and the corner of his lips tick up for a split second. “Why don’t you wait for us in your room? We’ll figure everything else out.” His deep voice is hushed in a cadence that you can almost feel brush over your skin and leave goose flesh in its wake.
“Sure,” you say, cheeks heating when your voice cracks halfway.
You scamper up to your feet to evade his amused chuckle and rush towards the stairs leading up to your bedroom.
Theo’s hand comes out to catch your arm before you can move past them, pulling you back. He’s standing now, looking down at you with a serious pinch of his brows. “Hey.” His voice is quieter, only for you to hear. “You’re really okay with this? It might be a lot for you to handle.”
You feel whatever nerves thrumming under your skin ease away at his concern. “I’m sure,” you say with a smile, squeezing his hand over your arm. “I trust you. I trust all of you.”
That eases the tension out of his shoulders and his frown melts into a smile. “Good,” he says, then his eyes flash into something darker and his smile appears sharper than it was a second. “Now go get yourself ready.” He leans in and breathes the next words practically on your lips. “And I promise you, you’re not leaving that room until you’ve come six times. And if the others fail, I’ll step in and make it up for them.”
You swallow, feeling the words sink to the base of your gut and fill it with fire. If just a few words can already push you towards ruin so quickly, you’re not sure what’ll happen when they actually get their hands on you.
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You’re not sure how long you’ve been waiting with your heart in your throat and your limbs feeling like livewire. You sit at the head of your bed, back pressed to the headboard and knees pulled up to your chest.
You’re starting to wonder with each passing second just what you’ve signed up for. The nervous excitement is still there, of course, at the prospect of possibly being properly pleasured by someone else’s hand other than yours for a change but you have no idea what to expect. Your experience with sex didn’t measure up even a fraction to what you’d built up in your head and you just can’t imagine how your boys are possibly going to mend that disappointment.
But they seemed eager to show you otherwise, all of them. And you trust they’ll do well on their word even despite your lingering doubts.
So you take grounding breaths as you wait, sat comfy in a pair of sweats and a simple tee, until the handle to your door twists.
The door opens a fraction and Intak’s wide eyes peer in. “Can I come in?”
Your shoulders ease when you see that it’s just him and you wave him in with your hand. “Just you?” You ask, hoping only you can hear the waver in your voice.
“Just me,” he confirms, shutting the door behind him and making his way over to stand by the foot of the bed. “We decided on it just being a one on one thing. We didn’t want to overwhelm you with too much.”
You don’t even realize that was something you were worried about until you feel your chest loosen at the knowledge. “Oh,” you say with a grateful smile. “That’s good, actually. Thanks.”
He smiles back, soft and sweet. “Of course. This is supposed to be all about you. We wanna make sure you’re feeling good and not stressed out.” He tilts his head at you, a habit of his that you’ve always been endeared by. “How are you feeling?”
You bite down on your lip as you try to figure out how to put your feelings into words. “Fidgety? Nervous but… excited? I don’t really know what to expect, so I don’t know what to feel,” you admit sheepishly, then sit up straight with a sudden realization. “Wait, should I have changed into something prettier or…?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, don’t worry about any of that. Keeping our clothes on will be just fine for this first… session, if that’s what we’re calling it.”
Your stomach flips when you realize that things are about to start and that Intak is here to be the first one to go. “Ah,” you say in realization, then frown. “Wait, clothes on?”
His sweet smile makes way to a smug smirk as he knees onto your bed and climbs on, settling to sit on his feet in front of you. “Yes,” he says, and you’re starting to realize how real everything is becoming with him sitting right in front of you. “Unless you wanted to see me with them off,” he adds with a cocky little grin.
You scoff at his flirty antics, something you’re all too familiar with. And the familiarity of it eases you down, surely something he’d meant for as he places a comforting hand on your ankle, rubbing slow circles there with his thumb.
“I didn’t make the rules,” you point out, feeling your body slowly settle under the small, soothing touch. “I don’t think I have any power here to decide.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” he purrs, then wraps the span of his hand around your ankle. “You have all the power here. We’re just here as vessels for your pleasure.”
Your brows raise as you bite down on your lip to smother your laugh. “That sounds awfully serious coming from you, Takki.”
But there’s no joke in the way Intak stares at you. Without warning, he yanks you forward by your ankle, pulling you flat on your back as he climbs over you, ignoring your yelp of surprise. He settles between your legs without delay and braces his hands on the bed on either side of your chest. He hovers over you, peering down at you with an intensity to his eyes you’ve seen him with only when it comes to figuring out complicated choreography.
“It is serious,” he tells you, low and smooth, and before you can respond his lips are on yours.
The kiss is slow and steady, more careful than you’d expect from Intak. But you find yourself melting into it with a soft sigh, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down.
He settles down on his elbows as he presses deeper into the kiss, his body lowering down against yours. And that’s when you can feel it, the solid outline of his growing erection pressing against your thigh.
The weight of it against you shoots heat right to your core and makes you falter into the kiss. Curious, you push your leg up to press against the bulge and it gets a grunt out of his lips against yours.
He lifts up from the kiss, his pupils blown wide as he looks down at you with furrowed brows. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve thought about this before. Been wanting to do this for a long time now,” he says, his voice rough with desire.
He shifts his hips to line his erection right over you then presses firmly down, making you gasp at the pressure against your already throbbing core.
“You have?” You ask breathily when his words process. You roll your hips up to search for more of the pressure and Intak indulges you, rolling his hips down in a delicious grind that has your body bowing up the bed.
His hands move down to grab you by the hips and push them down against the bed, much to your dismay when it detaches you from the heat of him.
“Oh yeah,” he breathes, looking just as ruined by the sight of you as you’re starting to feel by him.
He keeps one hand holding you down as the other slides under your shirt, warm as it slides up to your chest. His eyes flash when he finds you bare under the shirt and wastes no time to grasp the soft mound, making a stuttered breath fall from your lips as his finger pushes down on your sensitive nipple.
“And now I finally have my chance,” he mutters, dark eyes drinking up every twitch in your expression as his finger rolls over the stiffening peak, sending little sparks of pleasure from your chest down your spine. “I might not get to fuck you but I’ll take anything I can get.”
Before you can ask him just what it is he’s set out to do to you, he kisses you again. This time it’s fast, heated, impatient; everything you actually were expecting from him.
He wastes no time before he’s prodding into your mouth with his tongue. You accept him with a soft moan, a sound that has him pulling your nipple between his fingers and has another yelp rip from your throat that he drinks up with his persistent lips.
You didn’t realize just how quickly you could get turned on from just some kissing and a few careful touches. But you can feel the arousal pool in your gut and in your underwear.
To say you were surprised was an understatement, but that wasn’t on the forefront of your mind. All you were thinking was that you needed to feel more.
As if he was reading your mind, Intak grinds down his clothed cock, fully hardened now, right into your needy heat.
You whine at the pleasure that rolls steadily through you, the sound drowned out by Intak’s soft breaths as he devours you whole with his tongue.
This already feels so much better than any night with your ex and you’re feeling a little high from it all. Your hips buck up in frantic little rolls that Intak meets with hard grinds of his own, sending steady shocks of pleasure through your lower body.
His other hand slides up your shirt to join his other hand in kneading your breasts, the pressure spreading pleasure through your entire body as he continues to grind against you.
You can feel yourself getting heady already under Intak’s hands and you happily welcome it. You didn’t think it could be so easy to get you so strung up without even having to take off your clothes, but here you are.
You can feel the coil in your gut wind tighter with each press of Intak’s throbbing erection against your aching core, can feel the slick gathering in your folds. It has you whining into the frantic kiss and has your hands clawing into his biceps.
He pulls from the kiss with a wet smack, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours as his mouth falls open to let heavy breaths pass through. He presses his forehead down to yours, his eyes fluttering as he tries to keep his focus intact while his hips keep rocking into yours.
“F-Feels good,” you whisper up to him, gasping at a particular harsh press.
“Yeah?” He pants, using his hands to shove your shirt up above your chest.
You hiss at the cool air that brushes over your sensitive nipples. Intak groans at the sight of you, his hips stuttering for a moment before they pick back up at a more frantic pace. He wastes no time to latch his mouth onto your nipple, his hand working the other one as he starts to swirl his tongue around the stiff bud.
You moan at the wet warmth of his tongue on the sensitive flesh, arching your chest further into his mouth. You didn’t think your chest was this sensitive, but it has your hips bucking eagerly up against his, every single sensation over your body climbing down and pinpointing down to your clit.
“Intak,” you gasp, whining sharply when he pops off your nipple and switches to the other one, flicking his tongue rapidly over it.
You can tell by the way that his hips are starting to lose rhythm that he’s nearing his edge. And, surprisingly, you are too.
“Intak,” you try to warn him but he’s not listening, too far gone as he continues to mouth at your chest, eyes fluttering closed as he continues to chase his pleasure between your hips.
You bury your hand in his hair, pushing him further into you as you drive your hips sharply up against the hard ridge of his cock, and it takes just a few more hard presses of his erection squarely against your cunt for you to teeter on the edge.
Intak notices, and at the same time that he pinches your nipple with his hand, he bites gently down on the one in his mouth and tugs.
The sharp pleasure that bursts from your chest in tandem with a hard grind of his cock against your core has you tipping over the edge. You tense all over as your mouth falls open into a high whine, before your body jolts and trembles through your first orgasm.
Intak follows you right down, whimpering into your chest as his hips stutter through his own orgasm, giving a few more sharp grinds before his body goes slack, weight dropping fully onto you.
His head rolls on its side on your chest, your nipple popping out of his mouth as he heaves for breath. You lay there, twitching and reeling from your high.
A few moments of silence pass as you stare up at the ceiling, trying to even out your breaths and process the fact that Intak has just made you cum for the first time that wasn’t by your own hand.
Reluctantly, Intak lifts himself up and looks down at you with a crooked smile. “Well? Didn’t I say I never leave my girls unsatisfied?”
You let out a breathy laugh as you meet his twinkling eyes. “Uh huh.” Just with a little bit of grinding, he managed to hold true to his words. You’re both impressed with him, disappointed with your ex for not even holding a candle, and disappointed with yourself for doubting him. “That was… better than I thought.”
He hums, leaning down to peck your lips before he pulls himself up and off of you despite the whine you let out when his warmth is ripped away from you.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly as he adjusts himself in his sweats. He’s wearing a dark pair so it’s difficult but you can still see the darker shade of the wet patch over his crotch. It has a pathetic shock of heat pulse through your core at the thought that that was there because of you. “I can’t stay for long. The others are waiting.”
“Right,” you say as you fix your shirt, pulling it down over your chest. You’d nearly forgotten there was a line of boys out there in the living room waiting for their turn to make you eat your words. “…I don’t stand a chance, do I?”
He chuckles at that, turning to walk through the door. “Not at all,” he says, turning his head and throwing you a wink over his shoulder. “Good luck.”
Then he’s gone, and you’re left laying there wondering who’s next— what’s next. It almost frightens you how quickly you find that tightness in your gut livening up again as you go through all the possibilities in your head.
You’re not left wondering for long before Jongseob steps through the door, looking pretty normal for the most part. But you see the light shake in his hand as he holds up the large bottle of water he brought in with him.
“Jiung’s orders,” he says as he walks over to your side and uncaps the bottle. He doesn’t hold your gaze for long before his eyes flit to the bottle he’s holding out for you.
You feel a warm wave of familiar fondness for your maknae as you take the bottle of him, feeling a little relieved that it’s him instead of someone like Jiung or Theo. You’re not quite ready for whatever that might be just yet. Or Keeho for that matter.
You pull yourself up to sit, wincing from the sensitivity between your hips that still lingers. “Thanks.” You take the bottle from him and drink, grateful for the wash of cold as it soothes your heated insides.
He’s a little awkward on his feet as he shifts on them, waiting for you to put the bottle aside on the nightstand before he speaks up. “You doing okay?”
You huff a little laugh as you lean against the headboard, looking up at him. “Uh huh. Just didn’t think I’d be proven so wrong, so quickly.”
He raises a brow at you as a teasing smile pulls at his lips. “Oh, so is our little experiment done then? We’ve proven you wrong already?”
“Nope,” you say, finding a surprising sense of confidence in his presence. “You guys promised me six ways. I better get six ways.”
His smile widens into a grin and you get a glimpse of his cute little snaggle tooth. His nerves seem to ease away as he falls into the rhythm of your familiar back and forth. “One orgasm in and you’re already calling the shots?” He taunts, climbing onto the bed and bracing himself with his knees on either side of your thighs. He hovers over you, taking your chin to lift your gaze up to him. “Bold. I like that on you.”
You blush at his sudden change in demeanour but you can’t lie; it’s spurring your spent body back to life quicker than you’d expected.
“What about you, Seobie?” You ask, placing your hands on his thighs before sliding them up to his hips over the smooth fabric of his track pants. “Where’s all this confidence coming from?”
His thumb brushes against your lower lip as a small smirk plays on his lips. He’s the picture perfect image of cool and collected, just like he is on stage. It’s a hell of a sight up close to you under the dim of your lamp instead of flashy lights. It feels more personal, like he crafted this confidence just for you.
“I guess you bring it out in me,” he admits, pressing his thumb against the plush of your lip.
You let your tongue flick out and kitten-lick against the tip of his finger, letting it linger there for a bit. His eyes darken and he takes a careful breath in before letting it out in a sigh that sounds a bit strained.
“If only I got to take my time with you,” he mutters under his breath, and the words leave you wondering.
“Is there a time limit?” You ask him when his hand falls to the side of your neck.
“Yeah,” he says, brushing his thumb up the hollow at the side of your neck. “15 minutes.”
You stare at him for a moment. “…That’s it? That doesn’t feel like enough.”
He grins in response. “Well Intak did it in time. You don’t think the rest of us can?”
“Well, no— I don’t know,” you huff, a little flustered. “What happens if we don’t finish in time?”
“Then you don’t get to come and I get a bruised ego,” he says then drops both his hands to your waist. He slips his hands under your shirt then slides them up your already tingling skin, pulling the shirt up as they go. “We can’t have that, can we?”
Electricity and heat zip down your spine in tandem when his hands don’t stop and your shirt lifts up over your chest, exposing your skin to the cool air. You lift your arms up to make it easier for him to pull the shirt completely off of you.
You sit there, half-bare under Jongseob’s prying eyes as he tosses the shirt aside somewhere on the floor. You can see him tenting against his pants as he shuffles off of you, his hands reaching for the waist of your sweats.
“May I?” He asks politely but it’s undercut by the way his eyes remain locked on your exposed breasts.
You don’t feel shy under his gaze though. You almost feel revered by his appreciative stare. You lift your hips in silent assent and he takes the cue to slip the sweats off of your legs and tosses them to join your shirt.
He’s quick to pry apart your legs and settle on his knees between them, his eyes finding a new target to lock onto; the wet patch on your thin cotton panties.
“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, reaching to grab himself over his pants and squeeze as an attempt to quell his arousal.
You flush under his attention now, feeling a little too exposed. Your legs twitch to close but he keeps them apart with a hand on your knee.
He brings the hand down, and with a feather light touch, he runs his thumb against the thin fabric, sliding a line of pressure up your centre that has your walls fluttering. You hiss when his thumb finds your clit and presses down, still a little sensitive from your first climax.
“You’re so wet,” he muses before moving his thumb down and pressing against where your entrance would be. He groans at the wet sound from the pooled mix of your release that Intak left behind and the arousal that’s starting to leak under Jongseob’s ministrations.
“Jongseob,” you whine, pressing your hips up in search of more than just light touches.
He clicks his tongue, looking up at you with a lazy smirk. “Impatient. You’re already eager for more? What, Intak wasn’t enough for you?”
You shudder at the way his words chastise you just the right amount to have you needy for his approval. But you don’t want to give in that easily. “Maybe,” you say, rolling your hips up again to press against his hand. He doesn’t pull away. “But isn’t it your whole job to give me what I want?”
He retaliates with a harsh press of his thumb against your clit with a scary precision given that he can’t even see it. It has you yelping and jerking away from his hand. “You’re lucky I’m not Taeyang,” he says, and the warning hits you in the gut. “Or that mouth on you wouldn’t get off so easily.”
You don’t get a chance to interrogate him before he’s hastily shoving aside the fabric of your panties and exposing your heated folds to the cool air. Jongseob squeezes himself again with a low grunt when he sees the slick mess there.
“You’re drenched,” he huffs, under trance by the sight of you for a moment before he snaps out of it and swiftly pulls off his shirt, leaving your mind blanking momentarily.
You rarely see him shirtless, but when you do, it’s a treat to see. Especially now.
Then he’s shoving down his pants and boxers down to his thighs and grasping himself, stroking tightly as he watches your gushing folds, and your mind goes blank again.
He’s pretty; thin but long and curved and flushed at the tip, milky pearls of arousal leaking at the head with each drag of his fist.
You’re snapped back to focus when he grabs your thighs and pulls you down on your back, lowering himself between your hips.
“Wait,” you say quickly, and Jongseob pauses immediately to look up at you, just letting himself hover while he waits.
“Yeah?” He asks, brows furrowing in concern.
You swallow, a little embarrassed and underprepared. “Are you… going to put it in?”
The concern washes away and he chuckles fondly. “No. That’s not for nowt,” he says before he lowers his body down to brace on his elbows on either side of you. Then you feel the heft of his cock press down on your folds, a pressure that has you both sighing. “Just this,” he says, lowering his eyes on yours.
You feel him throbbing against your clit, hot and solid against your sensitive folds. It feels nice, but you’re still left confused. “Just this?” You ask, the doubt clear on your face. You don’t see how you could possibly come from that.
But the smirk that grows on Jongseob’s lips tells you otherwise. “Just this.”
Then he shifts his hips so he slides down your folds, and when the head of his cock catches against your clit and sends a wave of pleasure through your core, you think, oh, that’s how.
His smirk stretches to a lazy grin when he sees the realization in your eyes and he drags himself back up, the friction giving you another shock of pleasure. “You like that?” He asks, then takes a sharp breath in through his teeth when he drags back down.
You nod, your hands clutching onto the wiry muscles of his bicep.
His movements are slow and methodical; each drag meant to place pressure against you just right and string you up slow and steady, a stark contrast to the frantic chase with Intak.
“Did that asshole ever take his time with you?” He asks you through grit teeth and it takes a second for you to process that he’s talking about your ex.
“N-No,” you answer through a gasp when his tip prods sharply into your clit on a thrust up. “H-He wasn’t really… ah, patient.”
He clicks his tongue. “No wonder he couldn’t make you come,” he mutters bitterly before he shoves himself off of you.
You’re about to protest but then he’s sliding your panties down your hips, cursing at the way strings of slick connect to it as he pulls them off your legs. He doesn’t let himself linger on the sight of you fully exposed as he gathers both of your legs and throws them over one of his shoulders. Before you can question him, he’s sliding himself in between your thighs, right on top of your folds, and using the slick mess there to start fucking your thighs in a steady rhythm, his tip pushing deliciously against your clit with each thrust.
You moan, deep breaths falling through your lips at the stimulation. The sight of him poking through your thighs and the hood of your cunt with each thrust leaves you feeling heady. “Fuck, Seobie,” you whimper. You watch the way he leaks from his slit, dripping down onto your pelvis and pooling there.
His hips falter when he hears the name fall from your lips, then braces himself with his arms around your legs, then starts to fuck against your cunt with a fast pace that has you both panting.
You can feel the coil in your gut wind tight again with each drag of his hard length over your throbbing clit. The sight of his face, flushed and blissed out with hooded eyes fixed on your face, has your head swimming. You’ve never seen him look that intense before, even when it comes to work, and it makes you falter realizing just how different this side of him is from what you’re used to.
It’s a thrilling revelation that has you quickly approaching your second climax.
“Seob,” you say through a hitched breath.
“Yeah?” He asks, getting a dark little grin on his face as he tilts his head back, eyes fluttering shut at the heaven between your thighs. “Gonna come for me already?”
“Yes,” you gasp, your hands fisting into the sheets as your body bucks up with each impact of his rough thrusts.
“Gonna make you cum,” he says through grunts, though you’re not sure if he’s talking to you anymore. “Gonna make you cum— unlike that bastard. Couldn’t even— fuck— couldn’t even touch you right. Probably couldn’t even find your clit— the fucker.”
He’s muttering the words to himself as his thrusts grow faster and more disjointed. But it’s doing nothing less to bring you over the edge.
His dark eyes fix on you again with something akin to bitterness among the desire. “Come for me then,” he says, then adjusts so the head of his cock angles to drive right into your clit with each sharp, pointed thrust, sending burning pulses of pleasure with each push. “Come for me like you never came for him.”
Your second orgasm hits you before you know it and you come with a yell of his name and your body arching off the bed. Jongseob follows after with a few more frantic thrusts, spilling ropes of hot release over your stomach.
He doesn’t stop— he keeps going, drawing you both down from your highs before rocking to a slow stop just before he can drive you into overstimulation. He keeps your legs hugged to his chest as he recovers, breathing heavily as his eyes take in the sight of you painted with his release.
You’re not sure if it’s your post orgasmic haze dreaming it up but you think you see a hint of possession with the way he eyes you. You don’t get to dwell on it before he presses a kiss to the side of your calf and slowly releases you.
It’s when he’s cleaning off your stomach with his shirt after having fixed himself up that you realize you haven’t gotten to kiss him.
“Jongseob,” you say, still splayed out on your back and stealing back your breaths.
He pauses and looks at you with his brows raised. “Hm?”
“Kiss me.”
The sudden request has him blinking to process and then blushing abashed, like he hadn’t just come on your stomach. “Oh. You want to?”
“No,” you say flatly. “That’s why I asked.”
He smiles sheepishly before he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a sweet, short kiss. You hum in content when he pulls back, smiling up at him. “Thank you,” you say, then tap his chin playfully. “Better than anything he’s ever done for me, combined.”
That has him blushing even brighter and he looks away with a shy little laugh. He finishes wiping you down then pulls the blanket that’s been shoved to the edge over you, giving you some cover before he goes.
“Do I really have to worry about Taeyang?” You ask him before he closes the door behind him.
Jongseob looks back at you and gives you a grin that does nothing to ease your worries. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” he says, then shuts the door behind him.
You groan to yourself, dropping your head back on the pillow. You should’ve gone into this by making them tell you all of their plans in detail so you wouldn’t have to be kept on your toes. But you can’t deny that it does make this more exciting.
Because even though you’ve already come twice, you have to squeeze your legs shut to soothe the way your core starts to spur back to life at just the possibility of the kind of danger that Theo might bring with him.
It’s Soul’s soft voice that pulls your eyes from the ceiling and towards him as he steps into the room a few minutes later.
“Hi,” he says as he makes his way over. He looks— normal. Nothing off the ordinary; no nerves, no eagerness, just plain intrigue as he peers at you laid out under the blanket. He wastes no time to jump onto the bed and sit on his knees by your legs.
“Hi,” you reply fondly, watching his hand as it lands on your covered knee and just holding there as a simple form of physical connection. A common occurrence with him, and it's no different even in this situation. Everything about Soul, everything that he does, always has you feeling endeared towards him.
“Are you tired yet?” He asks, round eyes flickering over the shape of you under the covers.
“Yes,” you answer, but then think otherwise as you take stock of yourself. “No. Eh, I don’t know.”
That gets a little giggle out of him, his thumb digging gently into the notch in your knee. “I hope not. There’s still a lot more planned for you.”
You let out a slow breath at the reminder. “Yeah,” you pause, then look over at him. Soul has always been an honest one, so you take your shot. “Are you going to tell me what you’re going to do?”
He gives you a simple nod, then says, “I’m going to eat you out.”
Your face burns at the bluntness but you can’t say you didn’t expect it. Though it seems like there was no rule to keep things hidden from you; Intak and Jongseob probably just wanted to see you squirm.
Your eyes fall to his pretty pink lips and you’re already envisioning them on you. Even knowing what’s about to happen, you’re still just as on edge as you were with the others.
His hand shifts to grab the edge of the blanket that lay by your side, not yet pulling. “Is that okay?” He asks you, polite as ever.
You’d never imagined Soul, the innocent looking boy you've smothered with your affections for years now, to be here before you, asking you if you’re okay with him making you come on his tongue. It’s disorienting enough to leave you craving it.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” you say, hoping you don’t sound as eager as you feel.
But Soul has an eerie way of reading people. He catches on, you can see it in the twinkle of his eye, and with an excited grin, he pulls the blanket off you.
You have to resist the urge to cover yourself by digging your hands into the sheets. Soul’s eyes practically sparkle as he looks over you, a little like he’s caught in a trance.
“Pretty,” he mumbles quietly, like it wasn’t meant to be said aloud.
You squirm when all he does is stare for a few more moments. You nudge your knee against his leg to pull him out of his daze and he spurs back to life, shuffling to kneel between your legs, his hands crooking under your knees to push them up and hold them apart.
You squirm some more when his eyes lock onto the wet mess between your legs and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“Shota,” you whine, nudging your foot against his arm. “Don’t just stare.”
He giggles but doesn’t move his eyes. “Sorry,” he says as he climbs down onto his chest, pulling your knees over his shoulders. His lips hover just over your core, breaths brushing over you and sending prickling sensations through you as he speaks. “You’re just so pretty. I can’t help it.”
You swallow back the moan that bubbles in your throat at his words. “Wait,” you say before he can do anything else.
He looks up at you now, brows raised. “Hm?”
“Can you take your shirt off?” You’re feeling a little too exposed with him fully clothed and you very much not. But also, the sight of Soul shirtless is a treat. It would be a shame to let those muscles he takes such good care of go to waste in a moment like this.
He’s smiling despite the blush that climbs high on his pale cheeks. He pulls himself up, yanks his shirt off in one go, before quickly settling back into position.
You mourn the sight of his abs being so quickly hidden away but then his arms are coming around your legs to hold you down, one hand settling palm-down on your lower stomach, and you can’t complain anymore when you’ve got his muscled arms in your view in all their veiny glory.
He laughs softly at your appreciative eyes. “Better?” He asks with a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.
You sigh at the warmth it spreads up your leg. “Very.”
The smile remains on his lips as he trails his way down your thigh with warm kisses. You feel teeth graze lightly against your skin with each press that his tongue flicks out to soothe over, effective in the way it has you squirming where you lay as he inches closer to your waiting heat.
But just before he can reach it, he switches over to the other leg and you’re left sighing in frustration, your hips bucking up without your permission.
You feel his amused giggles against your thigh as he gives it the same attention as the other.
But as you watch him, so intent in the way he winds you up slowly just like Intak and Jongseob have done, you’re left to wonder just how much you’ve been missing out on. Being tended to so carefully, it makes you feel a little floaty.
Before you realize it your hand lifts from where you’d dug them in the sheets by your side and reaches to slide into his soft blond hair.
His eyes flutter at the touch and he abandons your skin in favour of leaning into the touch for a moment but you can’t complain, not when he turns his head to press a kiss to your palm. It has a warmth bloom inside your chest, snug and soothing.
But then the warmth shoots right down to your gut when he turns and attaches his lips to your clit without warning.
You hiss at the sudden pressure, your fingers digging into his scalp. You glare weakly into the mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks up at you.
“Still sensitive,” he says against your clit, making you twitch.
“No shit,” you huff, breaking into a moan when his tongue flits out and starts to press firm circles around the bud. Your body tenses as your mouth falls open with harsh breaths, your hand tightening in his hair.
Soul takes in every shift in your expression with his eyes as he drags his tongue down before letting it circle around your entrance.
He groans at the taste of you on his tongue, the vibrations sending you whimpering. He abandons his careful ministrations in favour of flattening his tongue against you and drinking up every bit of the mess that’s been left behind from your previous encounters.
Your hips push up to grind against his face but his hand on your stomach keeps you easily pinned down as he has his way with you.
Breathy moans from your lips spill out from the rapid flicks of his tongue against you and the way his little grunts spread little embers of sensation right through your core.
You only just notice the way his own hips are grinding into the mattress and the knowledge that he’s that turned on from just pleasuring you has your head reeling.
The blunt tip of his tongue pushes against your entrance, but it doesn’t stop this time; it pushes in with ease and leaves you gasping.
“Sh-Shota!” Your hand pushes down on his head of its own volition, trying to push him as deep in as he can go.
You feel it deeper than you expect it, the wet muscle prodding and sliding against your pulsing walls. When he groans, you feel it inside you.
His arms can’t restrain the way you’re squirming anymore with how hard your body’s starting to tremble. Every sensation feels like it’s dialed above ten with sensitivity. You don’t feel uncomfortable to have something breaching inside of you like all those times before with your ex; it actually makes you feel relieved and not like you’re being invaded. And you feel like you’ll lose your mind if it doesn’t stay in, doesn’t move.
So when you start to roll your hips up to fuck up against his tongue, Soul lets you, and pushes his tongue in tandem with your movements.
And when the tip of his nose rubs right against your clit with every movement, your control is gone.
You’re not sure what sounds are leaving your mouth but you don’t care, you just keep chasing the pleasure, keep fucking yourself up on his tongue, practically riding his face.
You start to fear you’re suffocating him and when you try to pull back, Soul buries himself right back into you. He’s whining against you, his eyes lidded and glossed over as he drowns himself in your cunt, and the rocking bed reminds you that he’s just as into this as you are.
It’s the combination of that, the pussy-drunk look on his face, and the way his tongue caresses your walls with each thrust that has your thighs clamping down on his head as you ride out your third orgasm right on his face.
Soul’s body shudders with a loud moan into you as you come around his tongue and he drinks you right up, not letting a single drop go to waste. He licks you through the high before he detaches from you with a soft kiss to your clit that does nothing to ease the tremors still rocking through you.
He lifts his head and you nearly moan at the sight of him; cheeks flushed, lower face drenched with you and eyes glazed over, looking practically drunk off of you and ready to devour you whole again.
“Jesus, Shota,” you mutter, having to raise your eyes to the ceiling to keep yourself from losing your mind again at just the sight of him like that between your thighs.
He responds by climbing up your body and kissing you eagerly.
You tense, taken aback by the sudden taste of yourself but you’re quickly coaxed into the kiss by his eager lips and tongue. You melt into the kiss, snaking your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down on you. He follows, pressing every inch of himself against you.
You’re stopped short when you feel the half hard length of him pressing on your thigh along with a noticeable dampness on his shorts against your bare skin.
You pull back from the kiss, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Did you… come from that?”
He doesn’t even look the least bit embarrassed as he nods and dives right back for your lips.
You’re powerless to stop him; too boneless to do anything but you can’t say you want him to stop. He dives eagerly into your mouth again and you meet him with a languid pace of your own, not that he minds.
You can feel your mind start to float away again as his hands eagerly wander over your body, grabbing and kneading every curve of your flesh as they pass, paying special attention to your chest.
He’s hardening quickly against your thigh as he eagerly bucks his hips against you, seemingly lost in his mind just seeking out any bits of pleasure.
You reach down for his erection, to help him out like he’s helped you, until he’s yanked up off you.
You mourn the loss with a panicked noise, trying to reach to drag him back to you. But your hands drop right back down when your eyes clear and you see Keeho holding Soul back with an arm around his throat.
Soul’s hands fly up to Keeho’s forearm as he blinks out of his own haze and comes into realization of what’s happening. His face flushes when he sees Keeho, who looks annoyed but no less amused. “Hyung,” he croaks, a little nervous.
Keeho raises a brow at him, a scolding look. “You’re way past your time, Shota,” he states before snapping those piercing, heated eyes to you.
Your heart jolts when you see the way his pupils are blown open in a heavy desire that pushes your breaths back down your throat.
“And you’re stealing mine,” Keeho adds, all amusement gone as his voice deepens into a threat.
Keeho releases Soul and Soul quickly scampers off the bed, grabs his shirt, and practically runs out of the room without another word.
But your eyes are stuck under the heavy weight of Keeho’s and you feel your body thrumming with a fresh wave of nerves.
His lips quirk up into a small smirk but there’s no mirth there. “Having fun?” He asks as he climbs onto the bed, on his knees so he hovers over your trembling body. When you don’t respond, he clicks his tongue. “I asked you a question, pretty girl.” The implication of what might happen if you don’t answer settles dauntingly in your head.
“Yes,” you quickly answer, and he smiles as he moves to lift your legs before settling to sit between them. You tense at the thought of picking right back up without a chance to recover from Soul. “W-Wait, I need some time.”
“Too bad,” he says easily as he reaches over to grab one of your pillows. “That’s something I don’t have right now.”
Without your control, your body shuffles away from him, like it’s trying to protect itself from the danger behind Keeho’s words. But his hand clamps down on your thigh and he pulls you easily back towards him.
“Where you going, pretty?” He asks you with a sly grin that has you squirming. “Don’t worry. You won’t be complaining in a few minutes.” He pats the underside of your ass. “Up.”
Your brows furrow. “What?”
He sighs before he hooks his arm under your waist and lifts you easily, shoving the pillow he grabbed under your hips before dropping you back down.
The way he’s able to handle you so easily has your stomach flipping and your eyes locking onto the way the material of his shirt stretches around his bicep as it flexes when he moves.
He notices your leering and grins, using his hands to push your legs apart. This new angle, hips propped up on the pillow for better access, has you feeling even more exposed. Your legs try to close on their own but Keeho quickly pushes them apart, clicking his tongue. “Keep ‘em apart for me,” he says, leaving you no room to disobey, so you don’t.
His eyes lock onto your cunt, and if possible, his gaze darkens. “Cute,” he says, glancing up at you. “Just like the rest of you.”
You avert his gaze, flustered, and he chuckles fondly. You’re not sure where all your confidence has gone. You suppose it’s different with Keeho, your leader, as opposed to your younger members.
“Cute,” he repeats before pressing his palms to the inside of your thighs, heavy and warm. “Have you taken anything inside yet?”
You swallow, feeling a little embarrassed to have to say the words aloud but you’ve been laid bare and exposed to your friends in so many ways already so it really shouldn’t feel so awkward anymore. Yet still.
“Shota’s tongue,” you answer in a thin voice, and he hums in acknowledgement.
“Did it feel good?”
You take in a shaky breath, your walls clamping around nothing like they’re remembering the feel of Soul’s tongue stretching them.
Keeho notices the way you flutter and chuckles. “That’s a yes then.” His palms start to slide down a path on the insides of your thighs slowly. “Has it ever felt good like that before? Having anything inside?”
You can’t bring yourself to say it, so you shake your head no.
The look in his eyes softens as his palms rest just outside of your heat. “Everyone treating you well so far?” He asks you, rough voice dulled into something gentler.
Your lips are helpless to the small smile that tugs on them; even now, Keeho upholds his leader role. He’s always been the one to look out for you and it puts you at ease to know that it’s no different now.
“Very,” you answer honestly. “Better than I could’ve imagined.”
“Good,” he says, mirroring your smile and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your knee. “This whole thing’s been about showing you how you should be treated. Sounds like we’re on the right track.”
You hum when his hands gently knead the flesh of your inner thighs. “Yeah. Guess I was wrong to think— fuck!”
Your thoughts as yanked right out of your head when Keeho pushes a thick finger inside of you all the way to the hilt in one smooth slide.
You look up at him with wide eyes. “Keeho!”
The grin on his lips is careless and predatory as he watches the way his finger sinks into you so easily. “Sorry baby, but I don’t have that much time left thanks to Shota.” He keeps his finger still as his other hand comes down and presses the thumb lightly against your clit, making you jolt. “Good thing you’re so sensitive.”
That’s all he says before he starts to pump his finger into you while his thumb circles your clit in quick, tight circles.
The touch to your clit feels more painful than pleasurable from the sensitivity, and it has you trying to buck away as high, frantic whines leave your lips, but Keeho is quick to hold you down with his forearm.
“Shh baby,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to the inside of your trembling knee as he continues to abuse your cunt with his quick pace. “It’ll feel better soon.”
And he’s right, because even though it burns, the pain slowly embers away into a pleasure that has you bucking up to his finger rather than away.
Keeho, who’s watching your expressions with a laser focus, grins when your features smooth down with pleasure. “That’s it, good girl,” he whispers and the words go right to your head and fill it with a hazy fog. “So good for holding out. Think you can take another one for me?”
Your breaths come out with little whines as you nod, eyes starting to go bleary.
“Say it for me,” he urges gently. “Need to hear you, pretty.”
You blink rapidly as you try to push the word through the fog in your head and out of your mouth. “Y-Yes,” you breathe, voice weak. “Can— ngh— take another.”
You feel his finger inside of you slow then feel the blunt tip of another start to press in with the next thrust. Just the two fingers feel almost overwhelming, a rougher feel than Soul’s tongue, but your walls, relaxed from three orgasms, take him in without protest.
Keeho’s thumb on your clit falters when he sees how easily you take him in. “That’s a good girl,” he coos, then pushes both fingers as far as they’ll go.
You whimper, feeling them so deep inside you, deeper than anything you’ve felt. And you’re left wanting more.
“More,” you plead, your hips rolling up to feel them press deeper despite already pushed all the way in.
You think you see Keeho’s eyes flash with hunger but your mind is far too gone right now to pay close attention.
“Fuck,” he grunts under his breath. “I’m gonna need you to myself sometime.”
Then he’s fucking his fingers into you relentlessly, his thumb spurring back to life over your clit to match the reckless pace.
You’re thrashing and moaning unabashedly, though you don’t have much control over any of your reactions anymore. Your hips buck up pathetically to meet his pace but he’s far too fast for you to keep up with. He has you feeling like liquid fire as he takes you apart with just his fingers and you can tell there’s no way you’ll last even the next three minutes, far too sensitive to every stimulation.
Then he does something you don’t quite understand. He stops, curls his fingers inside you, then resumes in a way that has the tips of his fingers abusing a spot inside of you that has you feeling the fire all over your body, has you arching off the bed as you scream out his name.
“That’s it,” he whispers, doubling down and pumping his fingers even faster.
But now there’s a new feeling in your gut, something you’re not familiar with at all and something strangely like you might be releasing things you very much don’t want to.
Your hands claw at Keeho’s arm that holds you down, trying to push him off but he’s like iron. “K-Keeho!” You cry through a trembling voice, trying to warn him with wide eyes.
But he doesn’t stop, keeps his heated gaze on your panicked face. “Don’t fight it,” he tells you. His fingers are relentless against that spot inside of you and has you barreling to something much faster than you’re prepared for. “Just give into it. I got you, baby. Come for me.”
That’s when it happens. Liquid, a lot of it, spraying out of you as your body jerks violently through your orgasm.
This one pierces through you harder than the others, electric fire that has your vision white and mind blank for how long, you can’t tell, but you just know that you’re gone.
It takes you a while to piece yourself whole, barely though. When your vision slowly strings itself back together, it’s to the sight of Keeho staring down at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed and soaked from his chin to his shirt to his forearm with his fingers still buried in you.
You’re struck with the terrifying thought of what you might have just done and you feel yourself grow cold with mortification.
“Oh my god,” you whisper, feeling tears prickle at your eyes as you try to scramble away from him. “I’m sorry, shit, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what just—“
But before you can get far, Keeho grabs your hips and pulls you right back to him, leaning over to crush his lips to yours in a hard, searing kiss.
You yelp in pain at the hard clash of teeth and you barely get to process the kiss at all before he pulls back enough to mumble into your lips. “You just squirted,” he says, like he can’t quite believe it himself.
You blink up at him as he stares you down like he wants to ruin you all over again. You had no idea that you could even do that, or that it could be brought out of you so quickly.
Keeho grins at your shock before sealing his lips back over yours, swallowing your little whine of surprise. “I’m keeping you,” he mutters into the kiss as he digs his teeth into your lip. “Jiung can go fuck off, I’m gonna make you squirt for me again.”
You don’t get to protest that you can’t until another voice behind Keeho intercepts.
“Can I now?”
It’s Jiung’s voice, deep and irritated, as you hear it close in.
Your eyes fly open to see Jiung stood over you two by the bed, his hands shoved into his pockets. He doesn’t look happy. He looks impatient, brows furrowed and jaw clenched.
Keeho still doesn’t pull away from you; his fingers dig deeper into your hips and he kisses you more insistently like he’s trying to take as much as he can before you’re taken away from him.
“Keeho,” Jiung says in a tone that promises threat. It’s a tone that does dangerous things to your brain.
Keeho pulls back from your lips reluctantly, gaze locked onto you as he tells Jiung, “She squirted,” like it’s pertinent information.
It must be, because you see Jiung’s hard expression falter with shock before settling down into something more intense.
“Okay,” he responds slowly. “Now move.”
Keeho rolls his eyes but slowly pulls himself up to his knees, reluctant to let you go. You can see him straining against his sweats and realize with a start that he hasn’t come.
“You haven’t…” You start but break off when both of their eyes fall on you.
Keeho shakes his head with a lazy grin. “Don’t worry about me.” He pauses then turns to Jiung. “Actually, can I stay and watch?”
Jiung doesn’t hear him, he’s too busy taking in the mess that is you. You can practically feel the weight of his gaze drag down your skin like a tangible force.
“Hm?” He asks, distracted. When he processes the words, he pulls his eyes off of you but it looks like it takes him great effort to.
Keeho rolls his eyes and adjusts himself with his hand, wincing a little. “Mind if I stay?”
Jiung watches him quietly, considering, before he looks back at you. “That’s up to her.”
You freeze under both of their gazes. As much as the thought intimidates you, you can’t help but feel thrilled by it. Besides, you would feel a little guilty sending Keeho off without any relief even if he can handle it on his own. Everyone else has finished with you, so it would only be fair.
“Fine by me,” you concede, and Keeho lights up.
Jiung interjects before Keeho can celebrate too early. “You can’t interfere,” he says sternly, then points to the reading chair in the corner of the room. “Go sit there.”
“So bossy,” Keeho muses but he’s still grinning as he clambers off the bed and makes his way to his assigned spot. “Just pretend I’m not even here.”
A hard task, considering the fact that you can still see him at the edge of your vision and he has a perfect view of the scene. But the concept of a third party still has your head spinning in a new direction.
Your attention is dragged back to Jiung who climbs onto the bed and sits himself at the end with crossed legs. You pull yourself to sit up on shaky limbs, still recovering from your intense climax, folding your legs over your chest for some semblance of cover.
You’re grateful that Jiung doesn’t look like he’s ready to pounce anytime soon, eager for the chance to recover for whatever he might have in store for you.
That makes you wonder what it is that Jiung chose for his turn. You’re well aware of his dislike for physical contact so you’re not sure how to picture him in this setting.
Though the way his dark eyes settle on you, ready to tear you apart with just his gaze alone, has you questioning everything you know about him.
“You haven’t been drinking your water,” he says plainly, and even just that simple observation, the thought of him being upset with you in any capacity, keeps you on your toes.
It’s his voice, you think, that drives you crazy; a deep timbre that invades every corner of your head and settles at the base of your chest. Like it crawls everywhere around you and holds you down under its submission without your say.
You snap out of your trance when he narrows his eyes impatiently at you, flushing. “Oh.” You look over at the bottle that remains nearly full.
Looking at it makes you realize just how parched you are so you snatch it and swig down nearly half the litre. You think you might hear Jiung mutter something along the lines of, “Told you idiots to make sure she stays hydrated,” to the side of the room.
You place the water back down, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You feel better despite the physical weight of your body trying to lull you down but your mind is still wide awake and on high alert.
You turn your attention back and see that Jiung is still watching you intently, now leaning back casually on his palms. The silence has you itching to break it and ask him about the question that’s lingering in your head but you’re a little intimidated by his gaze.
“Spit it out.”
You nearly jump from his sudden voice cutting through the silence. “Huh?”
“I can see you’re thinking something,” he says, tilting his head slightly. His face is impassive; you’ve never really been able to tell what he’s thinking during quiet moments. But he has no problems reading you. “What is it?”
You bite down on your lip as you wrap your arms defensively around yourself. “You don’t like touch,” you start.
He raises a brow before nodding slowly. “That’s true.”
“So…” You continue, struggling to hold eye contact. “How does this work then?”
You’re not sure what to make of the slow smile that climbs up his lips. It’s not one of his bright, sunny ones. It’s a quieter, more calculating slant of his lips that has you wishing you’d just kept shut.
“Simple,” he answers. “I’m not going to touch you.”
Now you’re confused, but more than that, you’re disappointed. “What?”
“You heard me,” he says, and you’re not sure if you’re imagining his voice deepening by the second. “I’m going to talk you through touching yourself.”
When he sees the blank look in your eyes, his smile widens, almost fond but more so like he enjoys watching you flounder about.
“I’m going to tell you what to do,” he continues, “and you’re going to do as I say. Okay?”
You’re starting to realize where this is heading and the thought floods you with embarrassment. “You’re just going to… watch?” You ask, then glance over at Keeho who’s watching the scene unfold with rampant attention as he traces his thumb lazily over his clothed erection.
“Sure,” Jiung answers, pulling your eyes back to him. “If that’s what you want.”
You’re reminded of what Intak had told you; that you’re the one who holds the power here. You haven’t exactly tested how much of that is true but now you’re starting to think it’s a viable option for you whenever you’d like it.
It’s that knowledge that has you straightening with a newfound courage. “Okay.”
His brows raise at you, that tiny smile still on his lips. “Yeah?” He asks, and it’s a little bit infuriating that he’s still looking at you like you’re a cute, clueless little thing.
“Yes,” you say firmly, meeting his eyes. “Now are you going to get on with it? Isn’t your little time limit ticking away?”
His jaw ticks at your sudden pushing. “I have some leeway, considering some people—“ He throws a sharp eye over to Keeho, “—don’t have manners.”
“Hey,” Keeho cuts in, indignantly. “Shota was eating my time.”
But he goes ignored as Jiung focuses back on you. “Fix your pillows and lean back. Get comfortable.”
A part of you wants to defy just to see what he does but you find yourself falling prey to the cadence of his voice yet again. You’ve always been a sucker for it. More often than not, you’ve completely zoned out to just listen to the sound of voice rather than what he’s trying to explain to you in the studio, leaving you in an awkward situation when he catches on. You think maybe this is his way of getting back at you with it somehow.
Once you’ve stacked all your pillows behind you, you lean back and settle down, your knees still pulled up to your chest. You don’t find yourself withering under his gaze anymore, not when you know just the sight of you is having an effect on him too by the way he’s starting to tent in his grey sweats.
“Good,” he comments offhandedly, his eyes moving down to your legs, or rather, trying to see past them. “Open your legs.”
When you hesitate, he shoots a sharp look up at your face that has your legs immediately pushing apart to reveal all of yourself to him, your knees bent at your sides.
You see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows and hear the faint shake of his breath when his eyes catch onto your core, still glistening. It’s starting to pool with a new wave of arousal that’s brought on by just the sound of Jiung’s voice.
His eyes move away with effort and rake up your body, stopping at your chest. “Anyone touched them yet?”
You’re still a little blindsided by how casually he— all of them, really— talk about all of this but you figure it’s about time to just get used to it. “Intak and Soul.”
He hums. “Expected. Play with them.”
It takes a second for you to process the command but when you do, it’s like your hands glide up your body on their own. You’ve never thought to stimulate your chest before on your solitary nights, but now that you know it’s a valid option thanks to Intak, that you’re sensitive there, you’re not opposed to it. You’re just not prepared for your first time touching yourself there to be in front of Jiung.
You take the soft mounds in your hands and squeeze gently. You’re surprised to find it a pleasant sensation under your own touch but it might also just be from the two sets of eyes watching your every move.
“Play with your nipples,” Jiung tells you, shifting slightly in his seat. His eyes are locked onto your hands. “Use your thumbs— yeah, just like that.”
You sigh softly as your thumbs circle around the already stiff peaks, feeling the soft burn of the stimulation spread throughout your chest. You take one between your fingers and tug gently, drawing a soft whine out of yourself. You nearly miss the way Jiung’s cock jumps against the confines of his revealing sweats.
You try and fail not to let that go to your head as you drag your eyes up to his face, the one so threaded with focus on you it’s nearly maddening.
“Jiung,” you say, voice breathy already.
He doesn’t move his eyes. “Hm?”
“Take off your hoodie,” you tell him, and that gets his attention. “Wanna see your tattoos.”
You preen internally at the light blush that rises on his cheeks. Like you expected he would have to, he obeys. He tugs the collar of his purple hoodie up and pulls it off himself in one smooth go, tossing it to the corner of the bed.
Your hands falter on yourself as your eyes rake over the ink on his pale skin; vines and leaves adorning the sides of his ribs, butterflies tracing over his abs and trailing tantalizingly down beneath the boxers peaking out of his sweats, and the crescent moon placed centre in his chest.
“Pretty,” you find yourself saying and learn then that Jiung blushes down his chest.
“Take one hand off,” he says hurriedly, like he’s trying to take the situation back under his hand. But you can see the way that his chest has started rising a little more with each breath.
You obey regardless, dropping your right hand in your lap.
His eyes move back down to your core. “Spread it open,” he says. “Wanna see everything. But don’t touch your clit.”
You lick your lips nervously, feeling your cheeks burn, but you move your right hand down and slide two fingers between your folds making sure to avoid your aching clit. The heat of your own skin is a nice reprieve until you scissor the fingers open, spreading yourself apart and exposing to the cool air.
You can hear his breath hitch as his jaw clenches at the sight. “You’re gushing,” he mutters to himself, an observation you’re well aware of but has you squirming when you hear it aloud. “Take some of it. Circle your clit. Lightly.”
You expected him to make you tease yourself more but with the choppy breaths he’s taking and the short sentences, you sense he’s starting to lose patience. Or lose time. Either way, you don’t deny yourself the pleasure.
You collect some of the arousal with both of your fingers then drag them up to your clit. You keep your touch light as you circle slowly, sighing deeply at the touch.
You hear a soft grunt to your left and glance over to Keeho. You’d nearly forgotten about him, but the sight of him has your fingers faltering. He has his hand down his sweats, stroking himself slowly. His head is thrown back against the back of the chair, hair messy over his forehead, cheeks flushed, plush lips bitten red and parted as he pants sharply. His eyes are hooded slits as they watch your hand work yourself, fisting his own cock to match the slow pace of your fingers.
Your gaze is pulled back to Jiung when he snaps, “Eyes on me.” His own eyes are impossibly dark and his jaw is set tightly. “Don’t look at him.”
You give him a small nod, whining softly as you focus back on moving your fingers steadily over your aching clit. It’s hard to not notice the way Jiung is straining against his pants.
“Jiung,” you say through a breath, lifting your eyes back to his face. “Touch yourself.”
Your command takes him aback. You can see the conflict in his eyes to put himself in a vulnerable position to not only you, but with Keeho in the room too.
Sensing his hesitation, Keeho pipes up. “C’mon, Jiung,” he says, voice light despite the strain. His breaths are audible through his words. “You gotta do what she says.”
So you really do have the power here.
You raise your brow challengingly at Jiung and he finally relents, letting his arousal win, though not without sending you a hard look first.
He leans back on one hand before letting the other slip down into his sweats. He grasps himself in a hard squeeze that has him tilting his head back and letting out a low groan. You want to trace the way that his throat shifts around another groan with your tongue.
He rolls his head to the side to focus his gaze back on you. He doesn’t do much with his hand, just lets it rest there and squeeze himself every few seconds.
“How many fingers did Keeho use on you?” He asks. His voice sounds heavier with arousal.
“Two.”
“Put one in. All the way, and don’t stall.”
You can see the impatience worn clearly on his face in furrowed brows and hardened edges. Without delay, you divert your hand and push your middle finger into yourself in one smooth slide. Even as it presses all the way in you find yourself mourning Keeho’s longer, thicker ones.
“Good girl,” Jiung praises and it goes straight to your cunt, making it pulse around your finger. “In and out, slowly— yeah, just like that.” He looks in a near trance at the way your walls suck your finger in with each languid thrust, leaking steadily around it.
You see his hand start to move now as he starts to stroke himself slowly to match the pace of your finger.
You find yourself cursing those grey sweats for blocking your vision.
“Stop,” you tell him, and he pauses his hand with a confused albeit annoyed look on his face. “I wanna see you.”
His jaw ticks but he doesn’t hesitate this time. He lifts himself a little, pushing his sweats and boxers down just enough to reveal himself before taking his cock back in his hand and squeezing. “Better?” He asks you sardonically.
Yes, you want to say but your voice is stuck in your throat. Because the sight of him, long and hard and a pretty shade of pink as it strains with arousal, has you nearly moaning.
You push your finger into you a little quicker without thinking and Jiung takes that as his answer. “Slow down,” he snaps, and when you do, adds, “Put another one in.”
You push your ring finger in to join, moaning softly at the stretch but it still feels nothing like Keeho’s. When Jiung gives you the go, you pick up the pace again, a little faster by his order.
You try to prod around to reach for that spot that Keeho had practically torn you apart with but you can’t. Jiung notices the frustration on your face and laughs softly. “We’ll get there. Use your other hand on your clit. We need to get another finger in first.”
You bite down on your lip to hold in your whimper. Your other hand, which was just sitting limply against your chest at this point, falls quickly to press tight circles against your clit.
Everything you’re doing to yourself feels better than you’ve ever managed to make yourself feel in the past. Maybe it’s because of the soft grunts and moans and the slick sounds of skin against skin coming from the corner of your room where you’re forbidden to look at; maybe it’s because of the way that Jiung sits pretty in front of you, fisting his own cock to the sight of you getting yourself off; maybe it’s because of the way that he mutters soft praises to you every few moments and urges you to go faster, slower, deeper, shallower; maybe it’s not the commands at all but just his voice— but all of it brings you closer and closer to another daunting climax.
“Put another one in,” Jiung tells you, his breaths coming harder around his words. There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his skin as he works himself in tandem to your pace. “Need to get you properly stretched out.”
The implication of those words falls past you as you start to press your index finger in with the others, the stretch making your body tense and your other hand falter.
It burns a little but it burns good. The amount of slick still spilling out of you makes the way in easier, and soon you’re steadily pumping three fingers in while your other hand works your clit again, short moans tumbling out of your lips.
Jiung’s breaths are even more laboured as his fist speeds up over himself, his eyes starting to glass over. He’s fighting against them as they keep trying to flutter shut. He’s starting to sound a little ruined too as he speaks. “Hook your fingers up,” he says, then continues at your confused look. “The spot that you were looking for. Hook your fingers. Up.”
You follow his instructions and crook your fingers, but you still can’t seem to reach it. How Keeho had managed to find it with such scary precision, you desperately want to know.
“I-I can’t,” you whine, hating the desperate sound of your voice but you can feel yourself close, so close, but you need that final edge to push you over. The stimulation to your clit isn’t enough anymore, not after everything you’ve felt tonight.
Jiung starts to look a little panicked as his eyes flick over to your nightstand, and you realize he’s probably running out of time.
“Okay,” he says, his hand pausing over himself when he sees your eyes well with frustration. You see the way his cock twitches as it’s neglected but he ignores it in favour of focusing on you. “I can’t touch you, but just listen to my voice—“
“That won’t be necessary.”
Your head snaps to the left. The sight of Theo standing against the doorway with his arms crossed has a sinking feeling intruding the arousal in your gut. Everything stops, like the moment is waiting with baited breath for Theo to take it under his command.
You’d nearly forgotten that Theo was still to come. And when you realize the only thing that could possibly be left for his turn, your body freezes over.
“Taeyang,” Jiung says after recovering from his surprise. “I still have a few minutes left.”
Theo pushes himself up straight, shutting the door behind him with his foot as he makes his way in. He doesn’t acknowledge Keeho, who’s also stopped still and staring with wide eyes, as he makes his way over to the bed. There’s a small smile on his lips, lazy, like he’s only mildly interested in everything that’s happening.
“I gave you plenty of extra time,” he tells Jiung while keeping his disinterested eyes on you. “And you still failed.”
You bristle under his stare but he’s quickly moving on to focus on Jiung, who’s looking more nervous now than irritated.
“I told you I should’ve gone earlier,” Jiung mutters through grit teeth as Theo circles around the bed to hover over Jiung’s back.
“Doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” Theo asks coolly. He leans over Jiung’s shoulder and looks down where Jiung is still holding himself in a tight grip. “Did she tell you to touch yourself?”
Jiung doesn’t answer verbally, only nods.
“Hm…” Theo lowers his head to rest his chin on Jiung’s shoulder, making him flinch at the sudden contact. “Maybe that was the problem. Maybe you should’ve focused more on her and less on yourself.”
Jiung works his jaw in frustration but stays still. “You said we should listen to her.”
“Should,” Theo repeats with a grin. “The ‘when necessary’ was implied.”
“Taeyang, I swear—“
Theo doesn’t let him finish. “You’re done with her,” he says, easy and stern, as he lifts himself off of Jiung, leaving the other boy wide eyed and incredulous.
“Are you serious?” He snaps, looking up at him with a glare.
“Very. You know the rules,” Theo answers as he makes his way back around to stand at the side of the bed, between you and Jiung. “Get behind her.”
Jiung’s brows furrow, matching your own confusion. “What?”
Theo simply smiles at Jiung as he reads him his fate. “You’re gonna get behind her so I can fuck her on you. And don't even think about coming.”
You feel your insides churn as the words settle, your hands, after unsheathing from yourself while their attention was off of you, curling into the sheets. Everything Theo is saying is so… casual. But he’s talking about fucking you on top of Jiung. That’s far from casual and far from anything you’re prepared for.
But the look on Jiung’s face tells you he’s having it worse. He pales, throat tight as he asks, “Why?”
“Punishment,” Theo says, like it’s obvious. “We set out on a mission here to show her everything she was missing out on. And you failed. So, punishment.” He leans down, invading Jiung’s space and leveling his condescending gaze inches away from his. “Are we clear?”
You can see Jiung’s face twitch as he restrains himself from lashing out. But then he nods, an act of quick submission that takes you by surprise. You start to wonder just what kind of hold your oldest member has over not just you, but the rest of the group.
Then Theo’s eyes are on you where you’re curled up, trying to shield yourself away from whatever was unravelling in front of you.
“Is that okay with you?” He asks you, voice momentarily shedding that commanding edge.
Honestly, you don’t care what happens anymore as long as you get to come again. Even if the thought of Theo being the one to fuck you to it is daunting, with his domineering aura and seemingly sadistic tendencies. But the part of you that’s still loose in the head from everything that’s happened tonight finds you wanting to give yourself over and let him take care of you, let him show you what you’re missing out on, by his words. Even if it was at the expense of Jiung’s sanity. You’ll pay him back later.
“Fine by me.”
A heavy silence fills the room as the confirmation of what’s about to happen settles in the thick air.
Until Keeho breaks it with a pouty whine of, “Wait what about me?”
He’s still sitting on the chair, splayed out with his legs spread, elbows on the armrests while one hand squeezed around the base of himself. He’d shoved his pants down so you can actually see just how painfully hard he still is, almost purpling at the tip. Your mouth nearly waters at the thought of running your tongue along the thick vein that you can see protruding along his underside from where you’re sitting.
Theo catches your eye with a questioning brow raise. It’s up to you, he says silently with them.
“He can use my mouth,” you blurt without thinking, taking yourself by surprise.
Theo’s eyes flash in shock but his lips quirk up in a proud little smile. “Only when I say you can,” he tells Keeho, before gesturing him over.
Keeho nearly stumbles as he makes his way over to settle at the edge of the bed before shedding himself out of his clothes. You don’t get long to appreciate the valleys of his tan skin, taut over smooth planes of muscles before you’re distracted by Theo.
Theo, who’s taking off his shirt and has everything else fade away from your focus when you catch a glimpse of the inked crown on the side of his rib cage.
When Theo notices the room in still motion, he rolls his eyes. “What?” He asks, raising a taunting brow at Jiung. “Do I have to order you to do everything now?”
Jiung’s lips twitch down in a scowl. “No,” he says smoothly despite the sharpness in his eyes. He goes to pull his sweats back up but Theo grabs his ankle and yanks him forward, sending Jiung sprawling on his back with a panicked grunt.
“Off,” Theo says sharply down at him, leaving no room for protest as his hand squeezes tightly around his ankle.
Jiung stares up at Theo with wide eyes, red heat climbing up his neck. You don’t miss the way his cock jumps, and neither does Theo.
But Theo shows him mercy and lets go of him, letting him scramble out of his layers and shuffle to the head of the bed where you are.
Your limbs lock up when Theo turns his full attention to you. He reaches forward and wraps his muscled arms around you to pull you forward as Jiung settles behind you. You relish in the warmth of Theo’s skin before he’s placing you so that your back is laying against Jiung’s front while he’s laid back the pile of pillows you made earlier.
You gasp softly when you fully settle against him, feeling Jiung’s erection prodding at your lower back, stiff and hot against you. You hear Jiung hiss softly softly at the contact behind your head.
His skin is warm and a little damp against your back but the feeling of him behind you, his presence just there, is almost grounding. His hands come up to hold your waist but Theo is quick to interject.
“Don’t touch her,” he says sharply and Jiung immediately fists his hands into the sheets.
You hear a chuckle to your right followed by Keeho’s teasing, albeit a little strained, voice. “I’ve never seen him so obedient.”
Theo glances over to share a playful grin. “You just don’t know how to handle him yet.”
“Even after all these years," Keeho muses dramatically. “Might have to take a lesson or two from you, Taeyang.”
“Can you two shut the fuck up?” Jiung snaps in an uncharacteristic show of short temper.
You haven’t heard him like that in a couple years, but hearing his deep voice right by your ear now, rough and sharp as he speaks, is doing things to your body you don’t want to address.
And of course, Theo catches the way your eyes flutter and you inhale sharply, and you nearly wither away under the devilish grin that curls on his lips. “I knew it,” he says.
You turn your face away from him. “Know what?”
He grabs your chin to turn your gaze back at him. “Don’t try to hide,” he warns. “It’s a good thing I’m feeling selfish right now or I’d let him help me ruin you.”
The thought of both Theo and Jiung working you over the edge together has your walls fluttering. And of course, Theo notices that too.
“Dirty girl,” he taunts as he climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees in front of you.
From this close you can see the outline of him, large and heavy, through his loose pants and he’s not even fully hard yet. Your body thrums with nerves at the thought of having to take that size inside of you.
“What’s wrong?” He asks you, smug when he sees the way you eye him. “Don’t think you can take it?”
You grit your teeth, meeting his taunting gaze with a sharp one of your own. “Isn’t time ticking, Yangie?”
He takes your chin in his hand, shoving his thumb into your mouth and holding your tongue down. You whine at the sudden intrusion, trying to clamp your mouth down but he’s firm in the way he tugs down and holds you open. “I think that should be the least of your concerns right now.”
Jiung pipes up in your defence behind you. “Are you saying you’re not biding the time limit?” He’s tense behind you, his voice still tight the way he speaks to Theo.
Theo’s eyes lift to Jiung’s over your head. “If it weren’t for me, none of this would be happening,” he says, and there’s no response from Jiung. Theo looks back down to you, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth, threatening to nearly gag you. “I think I should get a little leeway for that, shouldn’t I?”
You just glare back at him in response. You’re not sure what it is about him, but he brings out the defiant nature in you. Maybe you just want to see how far you can push.
Theo smiles down at you before pulling his thumb out. “Cute.” Then he’s shoving two of his fingers back in your mouth, deep enough to actually have you gag this time before pulling out halfway and just letting them sit over your tongue.
You blink through the tears that have risen and see that all amusement is gone from Theo’s eyes, leaving cold indifference.
“Do you plan on mouthing off again?” He asks you, in an eerily gentle voice.
You think you might die if things get strung out too long; you’re still aching from not getting to finish from your time with Jiung.
So you shake your head no and Theo pulls his fingers from your mouth. “Good girl,” he says, then moves his hand down to push those fingers into your cunt.
You gasp sharply, pushing yourself back on Jiung at the sudden invasion, your legs trying to lock shut but Theo keeps them apart. You can feel Jiung’s cock kick against your back but you’re more focused on Theo’s fingers stretching you, shorter than Keeho’s but thicker.
Theo hums, watching your walls squeeze around him as he scissors his fingers open like it’s something clinical, completely ignoring the way you’re whining and writhing at the burn.
“It’ll fit,” he decides before pulling his fingers out.
You let out a shaky breath of relief, your head dropping back on Jiung’s shoulder.
Jiung’s body is taut with restraint behind you, his breaths coming out harshly against your left ear. He’s like stone against your lower back, hot and pulsing. You shift back a little, pushing yourself against his erection and you hear his breath hitch with a quiet whine only you can hear.
“Don’t,” you hear him whisper under his heavy breath.
It all goes unnoticed by Theo who’s busy working himself out of the rest of his clothes. And you forget all about Jiung when you’re met with the sight of Theo who’s thick enough at only half mast to have your legs clamping shut in fear.
“You’re not going to fit,” you say quickly, panicked as you try to shove yourself further into Jiung.
“Fuck, stop,” Jiung grunts behind you as he grabs your waist and holds you down to keep you from brushing against him.
Theo doesn’t chastise him but he does point you with a sharp look as he takes a hold of himself, stroking slowly. “You can take it,” he says, using his free hand to pry your knees apart again. “You’ve been preparing the whole night for it. It’ll fit.”
“Still,” you whine, feeling your head rush as you watch him thicken in his grasp.
You’re still squirming yourself out of Theo’s grip despite him getting increasingly annoyed.
“Jiung, hold her legs open.”
You hear Jiung scoff over your ear. “I thought you didn’t want me to touch her.”
One sharp look from Theo has Jiung reaching around you to grab you under your knees and pull your legs apart, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to Theo.
You turn your face into Jiung’s neck to hide, still trembling in his hold. You can’t help but feel a little humiliated being pried open like this in front of them, tears starting to prickle at your eyes.
The press of soft, plush lips against your jaw has you peeking out to see Theo an inch from your face and looking down at you with a softer edge to his still heated gaze. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he assures you. “You trust me, don’t you?”
Your eyes flutter closed as you try to take ahold of your uneven breaths. This is your Theo, the one who gives you the sweater off his back when you’re cold, the one who gives you his seat when everything else is taken, the one who’s always the first to make you laugh when you’re down. You take a deep breath and open your eyes, blinking away the tears.
“Yeah,” you breathe, peering up into his eyes, easing down at the soft smile that grows on his lips. “I trust you.”
He lets his eyes linger in yours, searching for any more signs of distress. When he doesn’t find any, he leans forward to press his lips to yours.
The kiss is gentle, grounding, caring— everything your Theo is.
But the soft spell is broken when you feel the blunt head of his cock against your clit.
He swallows the moan right from your lips before he lifts from the kiss, meeting your wide eyes with his that have lost the softness in them.
“You’re gonna take it for me, ‘kay?” That stony edge to his voice is back and you find yourself falling under its weight.
You nod quickly and Theo kisses you again, hard and searching as he drags the head of his cock down to your entrances and pushes.
You pull back from the kiss, tossing your head back over Jiung’s shoulder as you let out a broken cry. The stretch of him is nearly unbearable and all encompassing. And it’s only just the tip that breaches into you.
Theo’s forehead drops to your shoulder with a strained grunt, his own body going taut. “Fuck,” he hisses, overwhelmed by how tight your walls are around him.
Your eyes blur with tears as you blink up at the ceiling, breaths stuttering past your lips.
“Just breathe,” you hear Jiung’s soothing voice whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against it as he speaks. “Breathe. You got it.”
You follow his voice, follow his instructions as he guides you through taking Theo to the hilt. You open up slowly, swallowing deep breaths to let your body relax and open up for him. The sweet words from Jiung’s lips— that's it, you’re doing so good for us, so good, just keep breathing, such a good girl— guide you through the paces until Theo buries himself fully inside of you with a deep, shuddering sigh.
“Atta girl,” Theo whispers in your other ear, pressing a quick kiss to it. His voice is rough, strained, and somehow still condescending. “Told you you could take it.”
You whine softly in response because your ability to speak, or think even, is muddled out by the full feeling of him practically tearing you open from the inside. But despite it all, it’s a stretch that has you pulsing around him, like your walls are trying to keep him buried inside of you and keep you full.
Theo grunts at the way your body just sucks him in. His hands brace tightly against your hips before, without a warning, he starts to pull out.
The feeling is just as intense, has you crying out and has tears slipping down your face. But he’s not so patient this time. He pulls out in an agonizing drag until just the tip remains before he slowly pushes back in in that same, torturous drag.
It continues like that, until your cries of pain fade into short, rapid moans as the stretch burns away into pleasure.
Your eyes are blurry and your mind is half there, but you can still make out Theo’s strained words clearly. “Taking me so well,” he says through a grunt as he snaps his hips into you at a pace that’s steadily increasing. “Fit so nice and— ah, fuck— like you were made to take me.” He drops his forehead to yours, a thin sheen of sweat gleaming over his skin as his blown eyes bear down on yours. “Weren’t you?”
Your tongue feels too heavy in your mouth so you whine in response, eyes fluttering.
“Yeah you were,” he breathes then pushes into you with a sharp thrust that has you moaning sharply, your hands scrambling to grab onto his arms. “Just made for my cock.”
His hips start to speed up, making sure to drive all the way into you with each thrust. Your body bucks up with each snap, sending you rocking steadily on top of Jiung’s cock.
Jiung is barely holding on behind you; his hands shake as they try desperately to keep you open for Theo, his breaths laboured as they fall rapidly from his lips, his cock throbbing under each rock of your body. It takes great effort to hold back from coming, but he’s already far too close to the edge to where he knows it won’t be possible to hold back for long.
He peers over your trembling body to look up at Theo, his eyes prickling with tears from how painful it’s becoming to hold back.
“Taeyang,” he whispers, and the way Theo’s eyes snap from yours to his, fiery charcoal burning into his own, has him nearly toppling over the edge. He hopes the pleading look on his face is enough to get his question across. But the devil doesn’t make fair deals and Jiung’s got one holding his fate.
“No,” Theo tells him before he turns back to you and starts driving his hips even faster, tossing Jiung right into his own personal little hell as he lays there, neglected and forced to just take.
Theo feels nearly manic at the sigh of both you and Jiung under him, crying for him. But the sight is just too pretty and your walls are so warm as they swallow him in with each rough thrust, that he feels too high off of the power to let it go just yet.
Your eyes are unfocused on him, mind truly well and fucked out after the hours of constant stimulation. There’s a steady stream of moans and whines and babbles of please, please, please’s from your lips that he’s sure you’re not even aware of that spills into the thick air between you.
It goes straight to his cock, pulsing inside of you. But he holds back; he’s not close to done with you yet.
“You’re so noisy,” you hear Theo scold you lightly.
You can’t process much except for the heavy pressure pounding between your hips at a steady pace and the strokes of fire that spreads from it.
But you hear the command clearly as he glances over at Keeho to your right. “Do something about it, won’t you?”
Before you know it, there's a blunt pressure prodding between your lips. As if on instinct you turn your head and let your jaw fall open to accept Keeho into your mouth, throbbing and salty on your tongue as he starts to shallowly fuck into your mouth.
His face is strained as he looks down at you, eyes wide and glazed over in pure lust. He fists a hand into your hair and holds you in place as he starts to pick up the pace, though it’s already stuttering.
“M’not gonna last long, pretty,” he pants, hissing with each thrust in. “Fuck, you’re so warm.”
You moan around him at a harsh thrust from Theo, a sound that has Keeho’s cock twitching in your mouth.
“Fuck,” he snaps, his hand gripping tightly into your hair and sending sharp prickles of pain through your scalp. “Fuck it.”
Then he’s driving his cock deeper into your mouth at a rapid pace, nearly hitting the back of your throat with each thrust and leaving you gagging each time. But he doesn’t stop, just drives into you, pushing your head into him as he fucks into your warm, pliant mouth. “Take it, take it, take it.”
He comes with a loud, strained moan, pushing your head into his pelvis as he pushes all the way in and spills down your throat, cock twitching as it pulses around him.
It’s the way that your head goes floaty when his cock cuts off your air and you’re forced to swallow his cum, and the way that Theo circles his thumb around your throbbing clit, that does you in.
Your body thrashes in Jiung’s hold as your orgasm rips through you. You moan loudly around Keeho’s cock still buried in you as you come over Theo’s cock, tears streaming down your face and your nails digging roughly into Theo’s arms.
You feel Theo’s pace falter as you tremble through your climax, coughing when Keeho finally pulls out of your mouth.
You’re pretty sure you’re dead where you lay atop Jiung, still rattling from the orgasm as you come down from it.
But Theo doesn’t even give you the chance to recover from it before he resumes fucking you into the mattress, Jiung too by proxy, at the same rough pace.
Oversensitive and overwhelmed, you start clawing at Theo’s arms again, your body thrashing without your control. “T-Tae—!” Your voice breaks off before you can finish. You’re not sure when you’d started sobbing.
“Five,” Theo grits through his teeth, eyes still swollen black with desire and lust-drunk mania. He’s panting from the effort of fucking into you at the same, maddening pace. “Promised you six. You’re gonna come for me again.” His breaths are short, and his hips are starting to stutter, but he doesn’t slow down.
You try to protest and tell him that you can’t, but then he’s wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing down on the sides with his fingers and you get that floaty feeling in your head again, like you’re lifting out of your body. Your body’s starting to feel numb but you also feel everything all at once and you’re not even sure where you’re last orgasm ends, if it even did, and the next one starts, but you’re coming again, body quivering, eyes rolling back, jaw falling open in a silent cry.
The sight tips Theo right over the edge with you as he fucks into you hard, one, twice, three times before he shoved himself all the way in and paints you deep within your walls with hot ropes of his release. He plasters himself down on you as his body gives out but his hips are still grinding into you, rocking his cum deep into you.
You’re not sure when you had passed out— or, did you pass out?— but when you blink your eyes slowly open you’re met with Keeho and Theo’s concerned faces peering down at you.
As soon as your eyes open, their faces wash over in instant relief.
“Thank god, she’s fine,” Keeho says, dropping his head low and sighing in relief.
Theo turns to Keeho and whacks him on the back of his head. “I told you I didn’t fuck her dead, you idiot.”
Keeho yelps and lifts his head with a glare. “Well, what else was I supposed to think, she went out!”
Theo just glares back at him in silence.
Okay, so you did pass out. But you don’t feel quite awake just yet either, at least not physically. Your bones feel like ten tonne bricks, there’s a sticky soreness thrumming between your hips, and every movement takes a Herculean effort as you try to shift.
The pair of arms wrapped around you, trapping your arms under them, prevents you from moving. You try to shift again but the arms clamp down even tighter and a tiny panicked gasp hits you behind your ear. Jiung.
That’s when you feel it— the thick dampness splattered along your back and Jiung’s softened cock pushed against the small of your back.
“Hey.” Your focus snaps back onto Keeho as he brushes your hair out of your face. “Are you okay?”
You blink up at him. Besides the heavy limbs, the sore throat, the somewhat bearable ache between your legs, and your syrupy mind, you feel fine— good, even.
“Yeah,” you say, taking all of you by surprise at how croaky your throat is.
Theo turns back to glare at Keeho. “You went too hard on her.”
Keeho whips his head to him, flabbergasted. “You’re one to talk!”
“Guys,” you groan, trying your best to blink yourself out of the fog that’s making your brain feel like soup. “Quiet, please.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Keeho amends quickly. “C’mere, let’s get you in a bath.”
He reaches forward to pick you up but Jiung’s arms clamp down on you again and yanks you right back down, refusing to let you out of his arms.
Theo and Keeho both turn to Jiung, identical expressions of shock worn on their faces at the uncharacteristic show of clinginess.
“Ji?” Theo asks, reaching past you to touch Jiung but you feel Jiung’s face bury into your shoulders.
Your mind snaps almost fully awake when you feel his lashes flutter against the skin on your neck, damp with tears.
“I didn’t mean to,” you hear him mumble into your shoulder in a tiny voice.
You know what it means, but you let Theo and Keeho figure it out on their own. Theo gets to the answer quicker, a fond but teasing smile pulling on lips.
“You just couldn’t hold yourself back, could you?” He teases, reaching over to affectionately scratch at Jiung’s head but Jiung buries his head further into you and away from the touch.
“I tried,” you hear him whisper. “‘M sorry.”
You feel a wave of fondness wash over you at how small he sounds. He’s never this clingy, never this whiney, and it makes you want to bury him in your arms despite the fact that you can still feel his cum drying against your back.
Keeho seems to feel the same sentiment as he surges forward and somehow wraps his arms around both you and Jiung.
“He’s so cute,” Keeho coos and that seems to snap Jiung out of it a little, his usual grumpy tone back into his voice as he tells Keeho to fuck off.
You can’t help but giggle at their antics, a sound that has everyone stop short and stare down at you.
Your laugh fades out at the attention. “What?”
Theo’s smile is soft as he pulls the blanket off of the floor and throws it on top of you. “Nothing,” he says, tucking the blanket around the three of you.
“I didn’t think cuddling was offered,” you mumble, but being sandwiched between Keeho and Jiung is something you really can’t complain about.
“You get the full package,” Keeho says, running his hand through your hair, fingers gently scratching down your scalp.
You hum under the touch, eyes fluttering closed. It makes you almost want to purr. “I don’t remember paying for a full package.”
“You’re not paying us at all,” Keeho states.
“Should I?”
He whacks you atop the head with the hand that was carding through your hair and you nearly whine at the loss of his fingers digging into your scalp. “We’re not cheap whores,” he scolds you lightly.
“No, but you sure act like ‘em,” you say then snicker at the affronted look on his face.
“You seemed into it though,” Theo points out as he climbs back into bed, damp towel in his hand and sweatpants back on. You didn’t know when he’d left.
Your cheeks heat at the accusation. “Kinda hard not to be,” you mutter, turning your face into the pillow.
You inhale sharply when you feel the hot towel press against your back.
“Sorry,” you hear Jiung mumble before he makes quick work of wiping down your back then between your legs, making sure to be careful but even the slightest touch has you twitching and whining.
You feel better wiped clean, comfortable enough to where you start to doze off. But a sharp poke to the forehead has you blinking your eyes open and glaring at Theo, who’s hovering over you with an arm braced between you and Keeho.
“What?” You snap.
He raises a brow at you. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Did we prove you wrong or what?”
You groan as you try to roll away but he drops himself on your chest, effectively trapping you. “Do I really have to say it?”
You feel Keeho’s lips brush against the apple of your cheek, can practically hear the smile in his voice. “It would be nice.”
You sigh deeply. You figure it’s the least you can do, considering the fact that they’d just turned your world upside down. And probably ruined sex with anyone else for the rest of your life.
“Fine,” you huff, trying to come off as gravely inconvenienced but the grin on Theo’s lips has your own smile growing. “Yes, you proved me wrong. Six times over.”
Theo chuckles, breath brushing over your lips as he rests his chin on your chest. “You’re welcome,” he says cheekily and has your eyes rolling fondly.
“So…” Keeho trails off, pulling your eyes to him. He’s trying to smother down his up-to-no-good smile, but failing miserably. “Who was your favourite?” He asks, because of course he would.
You scrunch your nose, pretending to think. “Definitely not Theo,” you settle on, glaring lightly down at Theo’s still smug face. “He’s an asshole.”
Theo pouts dramatically, not even bothering to be actually offended. “Is that any way to treat the guy who just gave you six orgasms?”
“What is wrong with you?”
Jiung, who’s still tucked into your side, bristles at that. “Why are you taking credit for all of it?” Jiung grumbles into your shoulder, refusing to detach from you.
“Again, none of this would have happened without me,” Theo answers like it’s just the simple truth.
You roll your eyes, exasperated. “Okay, then next time we’ll just leave you out of it completely.”
You don’t even get the chance to process your own words before the door to your bedroom is slamming open and Intak, Soul, and Jongseob come crashing down to the floor in a pile of messy limbs, cursing and clawing at each other as they try to untangle themselves.
Intak elbows the other two away and lifts himself up above them, looking up at you with the eyes and eager grin of someone who’s just been told they were nominated for a Grammy. “Next time?”
Jongseob and Soul stop clawing at Intak to look up at you, waiting for your answer with bated breath.
You blink at them, then turn to Theo, who’s looking at you with the same curiosity. Jiung and Keeho’s eyes burn into the sides of your face.
You don’t even have to think twice as you’re dropping your head back on the pillow and smiling up at the ceiling, a deep satisfaction settling in your chest much like the dull, aching one between your legs.
⋆.˚˖࿔ pairing | ot6 x 7thmember!reader ༉‧₊˚.
synopsis | when your members find out you don't think its possible for you to cum during sex (thanks to your lackluster ex), they set out on a mission to prove to you that not only is it possible but there's many different ways to do so.
details | nsfw (MINORS DNI), pure smut, piwon as varying degrees of dominant (from softdom!jongseob to meandom!theo), reader is quite inexperienced, dry humping, oral (f. rec), thigh fucking, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, squirting, mutual masturbation, voice kink, edging, overstimulation, punishment (not for reader), light dom/sub dynamics, power dynamics, f/m/m, f/m/m/m, time constraints, light humiliation, rough sex, creampie, throat-fucking, choking, orgasm denial, fluff (more probably)
⟡ length | 21k ⟡
𓆩⟡𓆪 note || well this was quite overwhelming to write and it is quite the ride ¬‿¬ the "plot" of this is barely a plot but the smut is smutting || also, can’t believe it’s been one month of this blog already!! thank you sm for 450 followers you all are so appreciated <3 now enjoy the pure filth as a gift (apologies in advance for any typos that might have still made it through, i physically cannot proofread this any more)
“Wait, he’s never made you cum before?”
Your chopsticks freeze halfway up to your mouth that’s hung open awkwardly as you process the words that have just come out of Intak’s mouth. You look up from your bowl of noodles to see six pairs of eyes staring at you in varying levels of shock.
There’s a pause, and when no one moves to take this conversation in any other direction, you put down your chopsticks and close your mouth, clearing your throat as an embarrassed heat flushes high on your cheeks.
“Well, no,” you admit awkwardly. “I mean— yes. I have. By myself, I mean, just not by my ex or anyone else.”
You’re not sure how the conversation had diverged to you. One minute you were all talking over one of those reality dating shows Keeho had put on for everyone to watch over dinner (a strange choice, but whatever), then somehow the topic had shifted to first times and whether they were successful at bringing their partners to completion (this discussion was mainly between Theo, Keeho, and Intak), then someone was mentioning your name and asking you something you don’t remember, and you’d just made a throwaway comment about how, “He never did it for me anyway so this discussion is pointless to me,” to get them off your back (you were more focused on scarfing down your noodles), and now here you are.
“Wait,” Intak speaks again, blinking like his brain just couldn’t compute this piece of information. “So the guy that you were in a relationship with for two years,” he starts, then pauses to look at you, as if trying to make sure you were understanding the gravity of the situation, then continues, “has never made you come? Not once?”
You shake your head, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. It’s a little embarrassing, sure, but isn’t it normal for most women to not finish during sex?
“Not ever?” Keeho asks this time, his brows pulled up behind his fringe. “What about anyone you’ve ever been with. Ever.”
You drop your chopsticks into your bowl with a clatter. “No,” you say firmly. “Why is that so surprising?”
“Because it’s ridiculous,” Theo states easily, leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed.
You shrug. “I don’t see what the big deal is. Isn’t it normal to just fake it and move on?”
Intak makes a noise like he’s been severely offended. “No!” He cries. “I always make sure she comes. Always.”
You scoff in disbelief, shaking your head. The quiet ones, Jiung, Soul, and Jongseob, are still watching you like hawks, and you can tell from their eyes that they’re in accordance with the other three.
“There’s no way,” you say. You’ve been through the motions of sex before. It’s wildly uncomfortable, too slippery, and too rushed. “You’re telling me you can all make your girls’ finish?”
There’s a chorus of agreements from all of them, some more enthusiastic than others.
You blink, taken aback at the unity. “…Every time?”
Another round of assent and you’re left with the thought that maybe something’s just wrong with you.
“Maybe I just don’t like sex then,” you conclude, your brows pinching as you think back to the handful of times you’ve given yourself up to your ex partner and only come out of it regretful.
“That could be true.”
All eyes turn to Jiung, who’s sitting on the single chair leaned back casually, looking straight at you with a clinical eye that leaves you feeling a little too exposed. You squirm in your seat on the carpeted floor, grateful for the refuge in the slight coverage the coffee table provides you.
“But,” Jiung continues. “We’ve met the guy you were with. He didn’t exactly ooze generosity.”
“That’s true.” Jongseob’s voice pulls your eyes to where he’s sitting right across the table from you, hands braced on the floor behind him as he leans back. His eyes are calculating in their own way as they weigh on you. “If your experience was with him then I wouldn’t be too surprised.”
You fidget with your hands in your lap as your eyes flit over your members. “Well,” you start, then stop, mulling over your words for a moment. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me then.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” You almost flinch at Soul’s voice, sharper than you’re used to from him. He’s on the floor to your right, peering at you with wide, wondering eyes. “You said you’ve just never orgasmed with him, right? You can finish when it’s just yourself?”
You fluster at his blunt words but nod. “Yeah.”
“So it’s not like you can’t come or anything like that,” Keeho chimes in from the couch behind Jongseob. “Your ex just didn’t know how to treat you right.”
You pout, feeling a little affronted. “Hey, he wasn’t a bad person.”
“Bad in bed though,” Theo adds with a snicker.
You roll your eyes at him, picking up your chopsticks to have something to do with your hands. “I just can’t imagine coming from sex. It’s so… uncomfortable. Invasive.”
“Oh honey,” Keeho says, tone sympathetic. “He really didn’t know how to treat you right then. It doesn’t have to be invasive either. There’s so many more ways to come than just penetration.”
You stare at him, your brows climbing up your forehead. “There… is?” You knew of a couple methods but the way he says it makes you feel like you were missing out on a lot more than you thought.
Intak makes a noise like he’s just been punched by the words. “You don’t know?” He asks, like he’s truly horrified by your lack of knowledge. Then he looks at Theo beside him and rattles him by the arm. “Hyung, she doesn’t know!”
Theo shoves him off with a hand on his forehead. “Relax.” Then he turns back to you and his next words throw your brain into the void. “We could show you.”
There’s a palpable silence as those words hang in the air, leaving behind something heavy lingering in its wake.
“Taeyang,” Jiung scolds, turning to Theo with sharp eyes. “You can’t just spring something like that on her.”
“No, wait,” you find yourself saying. As daunting as whatever Theo has in mind seems, you can’t help but be curious. “I’m interested. Hypothetically.”
You can see everyone exchange looks, a weave of silent conversations that you ignore in favour of just looking at Theo, who holds your gaze back with a knowing smirk on his lips. He doesn’t say more though; he waits for you to steer the conversation.
“What—“ You start then stop again, clearing your throat when everyone’s eyes fall back to you. “Hypothetically, what would something like that entail?”
Theo leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his smirk pulling wider. “Hypothetically,” he starts, a little teasing, and you falter under his stare. “We would each show you a different way to make you come. Prove to you all the ways that you can finish during sex and that you were missing out on with your ex.”
You blink at him as the words process. The thought of them showing you makes something crawl under your skin, something you’re not able to name. Your eyes flit over all them, all of them who are watching you carefully. “There’s six of you though.”
Theo raises a brow. “Yes?”
“You’re saying there’s six different ways?” You ask, trying to wrack your brain for all the other ways your ex has tried besides penetration and outer stimulation (which was more just poking around than anything). You’re not very adventurous on yourself either, so you come up empty. “Hypothetically,” you tack on as an afterthought.
“Well, hypothetically, we could keep that a secret until we get to show you.” Theo’s smirk is inching towards something more dangerous, something that makes your heart stutter. “Hypothetically,” he continues, tilting his head at you, “would you like us to show you?”
And suddenly, this doesn’t feel very hypothetical anymore. You can see it in the way they’re all just waiting for you to either take them up on this ‘hypothetical’ or put them out of their misery and brush off the conversation.
You think about it. Really think about it. You can’t deny the way all this talk has your body prickling with curiosity and heated anticipation at the thought of them showing you, whatever that might be.
You glance between them, your close friends of the past six years, the people you’ve practically grown up with, the ones you not only work with but call your own. Intak is leaned forward in morbid curiosity and hanging onto your every word, Jongseob is feigning nonchalance but you can see the faint blush on his cheeks, Keeho watches you with a heat that he doesn’t even bother to hide, Soul is more curious and earnest than anything, Jiung— though calm on the outside— looks like he’s ready to devour you with just his eyes, and Theo is an enigma you’re too scared to even try to decode. You can tell they’re all waiting for the word, whichever it may be. But you don’t feel scared by their anticipation despite the daunting way their gazes settle on you. You’re surprised to feel something pulling at your gut, something wanting and present.
But above all, you trust them with everything. You can trust them with something like this.
So with a shaky breath, you nod. “Yes.”
It’s like the scene in front of you pauses on a reel. No one breathes.
“Just hypothetically?” Theo asks you slowly.
“No,” you answer without hesitation. “Not just hypothetically.”
There’s a few sharp exhales like breaths that have been held in for too long, someone mutters a low curse from somewhere on your right, and the air shifts again into something heated with anticipation.
“Only if everyone is okay with it,” you add, because you don’t want to pull anyone into anything they don’t want just for your sake.
“Are you kidding me?” Intak scoffs, a boyish grin pulling on his face. “I may or may not have thought about this already before.”
Jiung reaches over Theo to smack Intak over his lack of decorum.
“It’s fine,” you say, a small, awkward smile pulling on your lips. You’re taken aback by Intak’s sudden confession, but it doesn’t deter you. It makes you even more curious to see just what he’s wanted with you. “I’m, uh, looking forward to what you guys have to show me. But I’m still not sure I believe that you guys can make me… you know.”
Jongseob smiles at you, leaning forward to lean his elbows on the coffee table. “Let us worry about that, okay?” His voice is lower, a little huskier, and it already has you a little flustered.
“Cute,” you hear Soul mumble under his breath from your right and you glance at him to see he’s staring at the flush on your cheeks.
You clear your throat, sitting up straight to regain some semblance of control over your body. “How do we do this?”
“We’ll make a list of what we’re going to do to you,” Keeho starts, making sure to let the words linger for a little just to see you squirm. “And then we’ll pick what we’re each best at so you can get the best of the best.” He glances around the room to gauge opinions. “Sounds good?”
Everyone agrees with more enthusiasm than you’re prepared for and you feel your heart start to thunder in your chest. Not from fear, but from excitement. If what they say is true, and they can get you to come without fail, you’re in for a night that could make up for all the mediocre sex in your life and open your eyes to things you might not even be aware of.
“That’s that then,” Jiung says as he pulls himself up to his feet and walks over to your direction. Your heart jolts as he leans down to pick up your bowl of abandoned noodles, and you feel a little ridiculous that you’re already so affected. Jiung’s eyes flicker over your face that’s a few inches from his, and the corner of his lips tick up for a split second. “Why don’t you wait for us in your room? We’ll figure everything else out.” His deep voice is hushed in a cadence that you can almost feel brush over your skin and leave goose flesh in its wake.
“Sure,” you say, cheeks heating when your voice cracks halfway.
You scamper up to your feet to evade his amused chuckle and rush towards the stairs leading up to your bedroom.
Theo’s hand comes out to catch your arm before you can move past them, pulling you back. He’s standing now, looking down at you with a serious pinch of his brows. “Hey.” His voice is quieter, only for you to hear. “You’re really okay with this? It might be a lot for you to handle.”
You feel whatever nerves thrumming under your skin ease away at his concern. “I’m sure,” you say with a smile, squeezing his hand over your arm. “I trust you. I trust all of you.”
That eases the tension out of his shoulders and his frown melts into a smile. “Good,” he says, then his eyes flash into something darker and his smile appears sharper than it was a second. “Now go get yourself ready.” He leans in and breathes the next words practically on your lips. “And I promise you, you’re not leaving that room until you’ve come six times. And if the others fail, I’ll step in and make it up for them.”
You swallow, feeling the words sink to the base of your gut and fill it with fire. If just a few words can already push you towards ruin so quickly, you’re not sure what’ll happen when they actually get their hands on you.
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You’re not sure how long you’ve been waiting with your heart in your throat and your limbs feeling like livewire. You sit at the head of your bed, back pressed to the headboard and knees pulled up to your chest.
You’re starting to wonder with each passing second just what you’ve signed up for. The nervous excitement is still there, of course, at the prospect of possibly being properly pleasured by someone else’s hand other than yours for a change but you have no idea what to expect. Your experience with sex didn’t measure up even a fraction to what you’d built up in your head and you just can’t imagine how your boys are possibly going to mend that disappointment.
But they seemed eager to show you otherwise, all of them. And you trust they’ll do well on their word even despite your lingering doubts.
So you take grounding breaths as you wait, sat comfy in a pair of sweats and a simple tee, until the handle to your door twists.
The door opens a fraction and Intak’s wide eyes peer in. “Can I come in?”
Your shoulders ease when you see that it’s just him and you wave him in with your hand. “Just you?” You ask, hoping only you can hear the waver in your voice.
“Just me,” he confirms, shutting the door behind him and making his way over to stand by the foot of the bed. “We decided on it just being a one on one thing. We didn’t want to overwhelm you with too much.”
You don’t even realize that was something you were worried about until you feel your chest loosen at the knowledge. “Oh,” you say with a grateful smile. “That’s good, actually. Thanks.”
He smiles back, soft and sweet. “Of course. This is supposed to be all about you. We wanna make sure you’re feeling good and not stressed out.” He tilts his head at you, a habit of his that you’ve always been endeared by. “How are you feeling?”
You bite down on your lip as you try to figure out how to put your feelings into words. “Fidgety? Nervous but… excited? I don’t really know what to expect, so I don’t know what to feel,” you admit sheepishly, then sit up straight with a sudden realization. “Wait, should I have changed into something prettier or…?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, don’t worry about any of that. Keeping our clothes on will be just fine for this first… session, if that’s what we’re calling it.”
Your stomach flips when you realize that things are about to start and that Intak is here to be the first one to go. “Ah,” you say in realization, then frown. “Wait, clothes on?”
His sweet smile makes way to a smug smirk as he knees onto your bed and climbs on, settling to sit on his feet in front of you. “Yes,” he says, and you’re starting to realize how real everything is becoming with him sitting right in front of you. “Unless you wanted to see me with them off,” he adds with a cocky little grin.
You scoff at his flirty antics, something you’re all too familiar with. And the familiarity of it eases you down, surely something he’d meant for as he places a comforting hand on your ankle, rubbing slow circles there with his thumb.
“I didn’t make the rules,” you point out, feeling your body slowly settle under the small, soothing touch. “I don’t think I have any power here to decide.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” he purrs, then wraps the span of his hand around your ankle. “You have all the power here. We’re just here as vessels for your pleasure.”
Your brows raise as you bite down on your lip to smother your laugh. “That sounds awfully serious coming from you, Takki.”
But there’s no joke in the way Intak stares at you. Without warning, he yanks you forward by your ankle, pulling you flat on your back as he climbs over you, ignoring your yelp of surprise. He settles between your legs without delay and braces his hands on the bed on either side of your chest. He hovers over you, peering down at you with an intensity to his eyes you’ve seen him with only when it comes to figuring out complicated choreography.
“It is serious,” he tells you, low and smooth, and before you can respond his lips are on yours.
The kiss is slow and steady, more careful than you’d expect from Intak. But you find yourself melting into it with a soft sigh, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down.
He settles down on his elbows as he presses deeper into the kiss, his body lowering down against yours. And that’s when you can feel it, the solid outline of his growing erection pressing against your thigh.
The weight of it against you shoots heat right to your core and makes you falter into the kiss. Curious, you push your leg up to press against the bulge and it gets a grunt out of his lips against yours.
He lifts up from the kiss, his pupils blown wide as he looks down at you with furrowed brows. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve thought about this before. Been wanting to do this for a long time now,” he says, his voice rough with desire.
He shifts his hips to line his erection right over you then presses firmly down, making you gasp at the pressure against your already throbbing core.
“You have?” You ask breathily when his words process. You roll your hips up to search for more of the pressure and Intak indulges you, rolling his hips down in a delicious grind that has your body bowing up the bed.
His hands move down to grab you by the hips and push them down against the bed, much to your dismay when it detaches you from the heat of him.
“Oh yeah,” he breathes, looking just as ruined by the sight of you as you’re starting to feel by him.
He keeps one hand holding you down as the other slides under your shirt, warm as it slides up to your chest. His eyes flash when he finds you bare under the shirt and wastes no time to grasp the soft mound, making a stuttered breath fall from your lips as his finger pushes down on your sensitive nipple.
“And now I finally have my chance,” he mutters, dark eyes drinking up every twitch in your expression as his finger rolls over the stiffening peak, sending little sparks of pleasure from your chest down your spine. “I might not get to fuck you but I’ll take anything I can get.”
Before you can ask him just what it is he’s set out to do to you, he kisses you again. This time it’s fast, heated, impatient; everything you actually were expecting from him.
He wastes no time before he’s prodding into your mouth with his tongue. You accept him with a soft moan, a sound that has him pulling your nipple between his fingers and has another yelp rip from your throat that he drinks up with his persistent lips.
You didn’t realize just how quickly you could get turned on from just some kissing and a few careful touches. But you can feel the arousal pool in your gut and in your underwear.
To say you were surprised was an understatement, but that wasn’t on the forefront of your mind. All you were thinking was that you needed to feel more.
As if he was reading your mind, Intak grinds down his clothed cock, fully hardened now, right into your needy heat.
You whine at the pleasure that rolls steadily through you, the sound drowned out by Intak’s soft breaths as he devours you whole with his tongue.
This already feels so much better than any night with your ex and you’re feeling a little high from it all. Your hips buck up in frantic little rolls that Intak meets with hard grinds of his own, sending steady shocks of pleasure through your lower body.
His other hand slides up your shirt to join his other hand in kneading your breasts, the pressure spreading pleasure through your entire body as he continues to grind against you.
You can feel yourself getting heady already under Intak’s hands and you happily welcome it. You didn’t think it could be so easy to get you so strung up without even having to take off your clothes, but here you are.
You can feel the coil in your gut wind tighter with each press of Intak’s throbbing erection against your aching core, can feel the slick gathering in your folds. It has you whining into the frantic kiss and has your hands clawing into his biceps.
He pulls from the kiss with a wet smack, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours as his mouth falls open to let heavy breaths pass through. He presses his forehead down to yours, his eyes fluttering as he tries to keep his focus intact while his hips keep rocking into yours.
“F-Feels good,” you whisper up to him, gasping at a particular harsh press.
“Yeah?” He pants, using his hands to shove your shirt up above your chest.
You hiss at the cool air that brushes over your sensitive nipples. Intak groans at the sight of you, his hips stuttering for a moment before they pick back up at a more frantic pace. He wastes no time to latch his mouth onto your nipple, his hand working the other one as he starts to swirl his tongue around the stiff bud.
You moan at the wet warmth of his tongue on the sensitive flesh, arching your chest further into his mouth. You didn’t think your chest was this sensitive, but it has your hips bucking eagerly up against his, every single sensation over your body climbing down and pinpointing down to your clit.
“Intak,” you gasp, whining sharply when he pops off your nipple and switches to the other one, flicking his tongue rapidly over it.
You can tell by the way that his hips are starting to lose rhythm that he’s nearing his edge. And, surprisingly, you are too.
“Intak,” you try to warn him but he’s not listening, too far gone as he continues to mouth at your chest, eyes fluttering closed as he continues to chase his pleasure between your hips.
You bury your hand in his hair, pushing him further into you as you drive your hips sharply up against the hard ridge of his cock, and it takes just a few more hard presses of his erection squarely against your cunt for you to teeter on the edge.
Intak notices, and at the same time that he pinches your nipple with his hand, he bites gently down on the one in his mouth and tugs.
The sharp pleasure that bursts from your chest in tandem with a hard grind of his cock against your core has you tipping over the edge. You tense all over as your mouth falls open into a high whine, before your body jolts and trembles through your first orgasm.
Intak follows you right down, whimpering into your chest as his hips stutter through his own orgasm, giving a few more sharp grinds before his body goes slack, weight dropping fully onto you.
His head rolls on its side on your chest, your nipple popping out of his mouth as he heaves for breath. You lay there, twitching and reeling from your high.
A few moments of silence pass as you stare up at the ceiling, trying to even out your breaths and process the fact that Intak has just made you cum for the first time that wasn’t by your own hand.
Reluctantly, Intak lifts himself up and looks down at you with a crooked smile. “Well? Didn’t I say I never leave my girls unsatisfied?”
You let out a breathy laugh as you meet his twinkling eyes. “Uh huh.” Just with a little bit of grinding, he managed to hold true to his words. You’re both impressed with him, disappointed with your ex for not even holding a candle, and disappointed with yourself for doubting him. “That was… better than I thought.”
He hums, leaning down to peck your lips before he pulls himself up and off of you despite the whine you let out when his warmth is ripped away from you.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly as he adjusts himself in his sweats. He’s wearing a dark pair so it’s difficult but you can still see the darker shade of the wet patch over his crotch. It has a pathetic shock of heat pulse through your core at the thought that that was there because of you. “I can’t stay for long. The others are waiting.”
“Right,” you say as you fix your shirt, pulling it down over your chest. You’d nearly forgotten there was a line of boys out there in the living room waiting for their turn to make you eat your words. “…I don’t stand a chance, do I?”
He chuckles at that, turning to walk through the door. “Not at all,” he says, turning his head and throwing you a wink over his shoulder. “Good luck.”
Then he’s gone, and you’re left laying there wondering who’s next— what’s next. It almost frightens you how quickly you find that tightness in your gut livening up again as you go through all the possibilities in your head.
You’re not left wondering for long before Jongseob steps through the door, looking pretty normal for the most part. But you see the light shake in his hand as he holds up the large bottle of water he brought in with him.
“Jiung’s orders,” he says as he walks over to your side and uncaps the bottle. He doesn’t hold your gaze for long before his eyes flit to the bottle he’s holding out for you.
You feel a warm wave of familiar fondness for your maknae as you take the bottle of him, feeling a little relieved that it’s him instead of someone like Jiung or Theo. You’re not quite ready for whatever that might be just yet. Or Keeho for that matter.
You pull yourself up to sit, wincing from the sensitivity between your hips that still lingers. “Thanks.” You take the bottle from him and drink, grateful for the wash of cold as it soothes your heated insides.
He’s a little awkward on his feet as he shifts on them, waiting for you to put the bottle aside on the nightstand before he speaks up. “You doing okay?”
You huff a little laugh as you lean against the headboard, looking up at him. “Uh huh. Just didn’t think I’d be proven so wrong, so quickly.”
He raises a brow at you as a teasing smile pulls at his lips. “Oh, so is our little experiment done then? We’ve proven you wrong already?”
“Nope,” you say, finding a surprising sense of confidence in his presence. “You guys promised me six ways. I better get six ways.”
His smile widens into a grin and you get a glimpse of his cute little snaggle tooth. His nerves seem to ease away as he falls into the rhythm of your familiar back and forth. “One orgasm in and you’re already calling the shots?” He taunts, climbing onto the bed and bracing himself with his knees on either side of your thighs. He hovers over you, taking your chin to lift your gaze up to him. “Bold. I like that on you.”
You blush at his sudden change in demeanour but you can’t lie; it’s spurring your spent body back to life quicker than you’d expected.
“What about you, Seobie?” You ask, placing your hands on his thighs before sliding them up to his hips over the smooth fabric of his track pants. “Where’s all this confidence coming from?”
His thumb brushes against your lower lip as a small smirk plays on his lips. He’s the picture perfect image of cool and collected, just like he is on stage. It’s a hell of a sight up close to you under the dim of your lamp instead of flashy lights. It feels more personal, like he crafted this confidence just for you.
“I guess you bring it out in me,” he admits, pressing his thumb against the plush of your lip.
You let your tongue flick out and kitten-lick against the tip of his finger, letting it linger there for a bit. His eyes darken and he takes a careful breath in before letting it out in a sigh that sounds a bit strained.
“If only I got to take my time with you,” he mutters under his breath, and the words leave you wondering.
“Is there a time limit?” You ask him when his hand falls to the side of your neck.
“Yeah,” he says, brushing his thumb up the hollow at the side of your neck. “15 minutes.”
You stare at him for a moment. “…That’s it? That doesn’t feel like enough.”
He grins in response. “Well Intak did it in time. You don’t think the rest of us can?”
“Well, no— I don’t know,” you huff, a little flustered. “What happens if we don’t finish in time?”
“Then you don’t get to come and I get a bruised ego,” he says then drops both his hands to your waist. He slips his hands under your shirt then slides them up your already tingling skin, pulling the shirt up as they go. “We can’t have that, can we?”
Electricity and heat zip down your spine in tandem when his hands don’t stop and your shirt lifts up over your chest, exposing your skin to the cool air. You lift your arms up to make it easier for him to pull the shirt completely off of you.
You sit there, half-bare under Jongseob’s prying eyes as he tosses the shirt aside somewhere on the floor. You can see him tenting against his pants as he shuffles off of you, his hands reaching for the waist of your sweats.
“May I?” He asks politely but it’s undercut by the way his eyes remain locked on your exposed breasts.
You don’t feel shy under his gaze though. You almost feel revered by his appreciative stare. You lift your hips in silent assent and he takes the cue to slip the sweats off of your legs and tosses them to join your shirt.
He’s quick to pry apart your legs and settle on his knees between them, his eyes finding a new target to lock onto; the wet patch on your thin cotton panties.
“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, reaching to grab himself over his pants and squeeze as an attempt to quell his arousal.
You flush under his attention now, feeling a little too exposed. Your legs twitch to close but he keeps them apart with a hand on your knee.
He brings the hand down, and with a feather light touch, he runs his thumb against the thin fabric, sliding a line of pressure up your centre that has your walls fluttering. You hiss when his thumb finds your clit and presses down, still a little sensitive from your first climax.
“You’re so wet,” he muses before moving his thumb down and pressing against where your entrance would be. He groans at the wet sound from the pooled mix of your release that Intak left behind and the arousal that’s starting to leak under Jongseob’s ministrations.
“Jongseob,” you whine, pressing your hips up in search of more than just light touches.
He clicks his tongue, looking up at you with a lazy smirk. “Impatient. You’re already eager for more? What, Intak wasn’t enough for you?”
You shudder at the way his words chastise you just the right amount to have you needy for his approval. But you don’t want to give in that easily. “Maybe,” you say, rolling your hips up again to press against his hand. He doesn’t pull away. “But isn’t it your whole job to give me what I want?”
He retaliates with a harsh press of his thumb against your clit with a scary precision given that he can’t even see it. It has you yelping and jerking away from his hand. “You’re lucky I’m not Taeyang,” he says, and the warning hits you in the gut. “Or that mouth on you wouldn’t get off so easily.”
You don’t get a chance to interrogate him before he’s hastily shoving aside the fabric of your panties and exposing your heated folds to the cool air. Jongseob squeezes himself again with a low grunt when he sees the slick mess there.
“You’re drenched,” he huffs, under trance by the sight of you for a moment before he snaps out of it and swiftly pulls off his shirt, leaving your mind blanking momentarily.
You rarely see him shirtless, but when you do, it’s a treat to see. Especially now.
Then he’s shoving down his pants and boxers down to his thighs and grasping himself, stroking tightly as he watches your gushing folds, and your mind goes blank again.
He’s pretty; thin but long and curved and flushed at the tip, milky pearls of arousal leaking at the head with each drag of his fist.
You’re snapped back to focus when he grabs your thighs and pulls you down on your back, lowering himself between your hips.
“Wait,” you say quickly, and Jongseob pauses immediately to look up at you, just letting himself hover while he waits.
“Yeah?” He asks, brows furrowing in concern.
You swallow, a little embarrassed and underprepared. “Are you… going to put it in?”
The concern washes away and he chuckles fondly. “No. That’s not for nowt,” he says before he lowers his body down to brace on his elbows on either side of you. Then you feel the heft of his cock press down on your folds, a pressure that has you both sighing. “Just this,” he says, lowering his eyes on yours.
You feel him throbbing against your clit, hot and solid against your sensitive folds. It feels nice, but you’re still left confused. “Just this?” You ask, the doubt clear on your face. You don’t see how you could possibly come from that.
But the smirk that grows on Jongseob’s lips tells you otherwise. “Just this.”
Then he shifts his hips so he slides down your folds, and when the head of his cock catches against your clit and sends a wave of pleasure through your core, you think, oh, that’s how.
His smirk stretches to a lazy grin when he sees the realization in your eyes and he drags himself back up, the friction giving you another shock of pleasure. “You like that?” He asks, then takes a sharp breath in through his teeth when he drags back down.
You nod, your hands clutching onto the wiry muscles of his bicep.
His movements are slow and methodical; each drag meant to place pressure against you just right and string you up slow and steady, a stark contrast to the frantic chase with Intak.
“Did that asshole ever take his time with you?” He asks you through grit teeth and it takes a second for you to process that he’s talking about your ex.
“N-No,” you answer through a gasp when his tip prods sharply into your clit on a thrust up. “H-He wasn’t really… ah, patient.”
He clicks his tongue. “No wonder he couldn’t make you come,” he mutters bitterly before he shoves himself off of you.
You’re about to protest but then he’s sliding your panties down your hips, cursing at the way strings of slick connect to it as he pulls them off your legs. He doesn’t let himself linger on the sight of you fully exposed as he gathers both of your legs and throws them over one of his shoulders. Before you can question him, he’s sliding himself in between your thighs, right on top of your folds, and using the slick mess there to start fucking your thighs in a steady rhythm, his tip pushing deliciously against your clit with each thrust.
You moan, deep breaths falling through your lips at the stimulation. The sight of him poking through your thighs and the hood of your cunt with each thrust leaves you feeling heady. “Fuck, Seobie,” you whimper. You watch the way he leaks from his slit, dripping down onto your pelvis and pooling there.
His hips falter when he hears the name fall from your lips, then braces himself with his arms around your legs, then starts to fuck against your cunt with a fast pace that has you both panting.
You can feel the coil in your gut wind tight again with each drag of his hard length over your throbbing clit. The sight of his face, flushed and blissed out with hooded eyes fixed on your face, has your head swimming. You’ve never seen him look that intense before, even when it comes to work, and it makes you falter realizing just how different this side of him is from what you’re used to.
It’s a thrilling revelation that has you quickly approaching your second climax.
“Seob,” you say through a hitched breath.
“Yeah?” He asks, getting a dark little grin on his face as he tilts his head back, eyes fluttering shut at the heaven between your thighs. “Gonna come for me already?”
“Yes,” you gasp, your hands fisting into the sheets as your body bucks up with each impact of his rough thrusts.
“Gonna make you cum,” he says through grunts, though you’re not sure if he’s talking to you anymore. “Gonna make you cum— unlike that bastard. Couldn’t even— fuck— couldn’t even touch you right. Probably couldn’t even find your clit— the fucker.”
He’s muttering the words to himself as his thrusts grow faster and more disjointed. But it’s doing nothing less to bring you over the edge.
His dark eyes fix on you again with something akin to bitterness among the desire. “Come for me then,” he says, then adjusts so the head of his cock angles to drive right into your clit with each sharp, pointed thrust, sending burning pulses of pleasure with each push. “Come for me like you never came for him.”
Your second orgasm hits you before you know it and you come with a yell of his name and your body arching off the bed. Jongseob follows after with a few more frantic thrusts, spilling ropes of hot release over your stomach.
He doesn’t stop— he keeps going, drawing you both down from your highs before rocking to a slow stop just before he can drive you into overstimulation. He keeps your legs hugged to his chest as he recovers, breathing heavily as his eyes take in the sight of you painted with his release.
You’re not sure if it’s your post orgasmic haze dreaming it up but you think you see a hint of possession with the way he eyes you. You don’t get to dwell on it before he presses a kiss to the side of your calf and slowly releases you.
It’s when he’s cleaning off your stomach with his shirt after having fixed himself up that you realize you haven’t gotten to kiss him.
“Jongseob,” you say, still splayed out on your back and stealing back your breaths.
He pauses and looks at you with his brows raised. “Hm?”
“Kiss me.”
The sudden request has him blinking to process and then blushing abashed, like he hadn’t just come on your stomach. “Oh. You want to?”
“No,” you say flatly. “That’s why I asked.”
He smiles sheepishly before he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a sweet, short kiss. You hum in content when he pulls back, smiling up at him. “Thank you,” you say, then tap his chin playfully. “Better than anything he’s ever done for me, combined.”
That has him blushing even brighter and he looks away with a shy little laugh. He finishes wiping you down then pulls the blanket that’s been shoved to the edge over you, giving you some cover before he goes.
“Do I really have to worry about Taeyang?” You ask him before he closes the door behind him.
Jongseob looks back at you and gives you a grin that does nothing to ease your worries. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” he says, then shuts the door behind him.
You groan to yourself, dropping your head back on the pillow. You should’ve gone into this by making them tell you all of their plans in detail so you wouldn’t have to be kept on your toes. But you can’t deny that it does make this more exciting.
Because even though you’ve already come twice, you have to squeeze your legs shut to soothe the way your core starts to spur back to life at just the possibility of the kind of danger that Theo might bring with him.
It’s Soul’s soft voice that pulls your eyes from the ceiling and towards him as he steps into the room a few minutes later.
“Hi,” he says as he makes his way over. He looks— normal. Nothing off the ordinary; no nerves, no eagerness, just plain intrigue as he peers at you laid out under the blanket. He wastes no time to jump onto the bed and sit on his knees by your legs.
“Hi,” you reply fondly, watching his hand as it lands on your covered knee and just holding there as a simple form of physical connection. A common occurrence with him, and it's no different even in this situation. Everything about Soul, everything that he does, always has you feeling endeared towards him.
“Are you tired yet?” He asks, round eyes flickering over the shape of you under the covers.
“Yes,” you answer, but then think otherwise as you take stock of yourself. “No. Eh, I don’t know.”
That gets a little giggle out of him, his thumb digging gently into the notch in your knee. “I hope not. There’s still a lot more planned for you.”
You let out a slow breath at the reminder. “Yeah,” you pause, then look over at him. Soul has always been an honest one, so you take your shot. “Are you going to tell me what you’re going to do?”
He gives you a simple nod, then says, “I’m going to eat you out.”
Your face burns at the bluntness but you can’t say you didn’t expect it. Though it seems like there was no rule to keep things hidden from you; Intak and Jongseob probably just wanted to see you squirm.
Your eyes fall to his pretty pink lips and you’re already envisioning them on you. Even knowing what’s about to happen, you’re still just as on edge as you were with the others.
His hand shifts to grab the edge of the blanket that lay by your side, not yet pulling. “Is that okay?” He asks you, polite as ever.
You’d never imagined Soul, the innocent looking boy you've smothered with your affections for years now, to be here before you, asking you if you’re okay with him making you come on his tongue. It’s disorienting enough to leave you craving it.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” you say, hoping you don’t sound as eager as you feel.
But Soul has an eerie way of reading people. He catches on, you can see it in the twinkle of his eye, and with an excited grin, he pulls the blanket off you.
You have to resist the urge to cover yourself by digging your hands into the sheets. Soul’s eyes practically sparkle as he looks over you, a little like he’s caught in a trance.
“Pretty,” he mumbles quietly, like it wasn’t meant to be said aloud.
You squirm when all he does is stare for a few more moments. You nudge your knee against his leg to pull him out of his daze and he spurs back to life, shuffling to kneel between your legs, his hands crooking under your knees to push them up and hold them apart.
You squirm some more when his eyes lock onto the wet mess between your legs and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“Shota,” you whine, nudging your foot against his arm. “Don’t just stare.”
He giggles but doesn’t move his eyes. “Sorry,” he says as he climbs down onto his chest, pulling your knees over his shoulders. His lips hover just over your core, breaths brushing over you and sending prickling sensations through you as he speaks. “You’re just so pretty. I can’t help it.”
You swallow back the moan that bubbles in your throat at his words. “Wait,” you say before he can do anything else.
He looks up at you now, brows raised. “Hm?”
“Can you take your shirt off?” You’re feeling a little too exposed with him fully clothed and you very much not. But also, the sight of Soul shirtless is a treat. It would be a shame to let those muscles he takes such good care of go to waste in a moment like this.
He’s smiling despite the blush that climbs high on his pale cheeks. He pulls himself up, yanks his shirt off in one go, before quickly settling back into position.
You mourn the sight of his abs being so quickly hidden away but then his arms are coming around your legs to hold you down, one hand settling palm-down on your lower stomach, and you can’t complain anymore when you’ve got his muscled arms in your view in all their veiny glory.
He laughs softly at your appreciative eyes. “Better?” He asks with a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.
You sigh at the warmth it spreads up your leg. “Very.”
The smile remains on his lips as he trails his way down your thigh with warm kisses. You feel teeth graze lightly against your skin with each press that his tongue flicks out to soothe over, effective in the way it has you squirming where you lay as he inches closer to your waiting heat.
But just before he can reach it, he switches over to the other leg and you’re left sighing in frustration, your hips bucking up without your permission.
You feel his amused giggles against your thigh as he gives it the same attention as the other.
But as you watch him, so intent in the way he winds you up slowly just like Intak and Jongseob have done, you’re left to wonder just how much you’ve been missing out on. Being tended to so carefully, it makes you feel a little floaty.
Before you realize it your hand lifts from where you’d dug them in the sheets by your side and reaches to slide into his soft blond hair.
His eyes flutter at the touch and he abandons your skin in favour of leaning into the touch for a moment but you can’t complain, not when he turns his head to press a kiss to your palm. It has a warmth bloom inside your chest, snug and soothing.
But then the warmth shoots right down to your gut when he turns and attaches his lips to your clit without warning.
You hiss at the sudden pressure, your fingers digging into his scalp. You glare weakly into the mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks up at you.
“Still sensitive,” he says against your clit, making you twitch.
“No shit,” you huff, breaking into a moan when his tongue flits out and starts to press firm circles around the bud. Your body tenses as your mouth falls open with harsh breaths, your hand tightening in his hair.
Soul takes in every shift in your expression with his eyes as he drags his tongue down before letting it circle around your entrance.
He groans at the taste of you on his tongue, the vibrations sending you whimpering. He abandons his careful ministrations in favour of flattening his tongue against you and drinking up every bit of the mess that’s been left behind from your previous encounters.
Your hips push up to grind against his face but his hand on your stomach keeps you easily pinned down as he has his way with you.
Breathy moans from your lips spill out from the rapid flicks of his tongue against you and the way his little grunts spread little embers of sensation right through your core.
You only just notice the way his own hips are grinding into the mattress and the knowledge that he’s that turned on from just pleasuring you has your head reeling.
The blunt tip of his tongue pushes against your entrance, but it doesn’t stop this time; it pushes in with ease and leaves you gasping.
“Sh-Shota!” Your hand pushes down on his head of its own volition, trying to push him as deep in as he can go.
You feel it deeper than you expect it, the wet muscle prodding and sliding against your pulsing walls. When he groans, you feel it inside you.
His arms can’t restrain the way you’re squirming anymore with how hard your body’s starting to tremble. Every sensation feels like it’s dialed above ten with sensitivity. You don’t feel uncomfortable to have something breaching inside of you like all those times before with your ex; it actually makes you feel relieved and not like you’re being invaded. And you feel like you’ll lose your mind if it doesn’t stay in, doesn’t move.
So when you start to roll your hips up to fuck up against his tongue, Soul lets you, and pushes his tongue in tandem with your movements.
And when the tip of his nose rubs right against your clit with every movement, your control is gone.
You’re not sure what sounds are leaving your mouth but you don’t care, you just keep chasing the pleasure, keep fucking yourself up on his tongue, practically riding his face.
You start to fear you’re suffocating him and when you try to pull back, Soul buries himself right back into you. He’s whining against you, his eyes lidded and glossed over as he drowns himself in your cunt, and the rocking bed reminds you that he’s just as into this as you are.
It’s the combination of that, the pussy-drunk look on his face, and the way his tongue caresses your walls with each thrust that has your thighs clamping down on his head as you ride out your third orgasm right on his face.
Soul’s body shudders with a loud moan into you as you come around his tongue and he drinks you right up, not letting a single drop go to waste. He licks you through the high before he detaches from you with a soft kiss to your clit that does nothing to ease the tremors still rocking through you.
He lifts his head and you nearly moan at the sight of him; cheeks flushed, lower face drenched with you and eyes glazed over, looking practically drunk off of you and ready to devour you whole again.
“Jesus, Shota,” you mutter, having to raise your eyes to the ceiling to keep yourself from losing your mind again at just the sight of him like that between your thighs.
He responds by climbing up your body and kissing you eagerly.
You tense, taken aback by the sudden taste of yourself but you’re quickly coaxed into the kiss by his eager lips and tongue. You melt into the kiss, snaking your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down on you. He follows, pressing every inch of himself against you.
You’re stopped short when you feel the half hard length of him pressing on your thigh along with a noticeable dampness on his shorts against your bare skin.
You pull back from the kiss, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Did you… come from that?”
He doesn’t even look the least bit embarrassed as he nods and dives right back for your lips.
You’re powerless to stop him; too boneless to do anything but you can’t say you want him to stop. He dives eagerly into your mouth again and you meet him with a languid pace of your own, not that he minds.
You can feel your mind start to float away again as his hands eagerly wander over your body, grabbing and kneading every curve of your flesh as they pass, paying special attention to your chest.
He’s hardening quickly against your thigh as he eagerly bucks his hips against you, seemingly lost in his mind just seeking out any bits of pleasure.
You reach down for his erection, to help him out like he’s helped you, until he’s yanked up off you.
You mourn the loss with a panicked noise, trying to reach to drag him back to you. But your hands drop right back down when your eyes clear and you see Keeho holding Soul back with an arm around his throat.
Soul’s hands fly up to Keeho’s forearm as he blinks out of his own haze and comes into realization of what’s happening. His face flushes when he sees Keeho, who looks annoyed but no less amused. “Hyung,” he croaks, a little nervous.
Keeho raises a brow at him, a scolding look. “You’re way past your time, Shota,” he states before snapping those piercing, heated eyes to you.
Your heart jolts when you see the way his pupils are blown open in a heavy desire that pushes your breaths back down your throat.
“And you’re stealing mine,” Keeho adds, all amusement gone as his voice deepens into a threat.
Keeho releases Soul and Soul quickly scampers off the bed, grabs his shirt, and practically runs out of the room without another word.
But your eyes are stuck under the heavy weight of Keeho’s and you feel your body thrumming with a fresh wave of nerves.
His lips quirk up into a small smirk but there’s no mirth there. “Having fun?” He asks as he climbs onto the bed, on his knees so he hovers over your trembling body. When you don’t respond, he clicks his tongue. “I asked you a question, pretty girl.” The implication of what might happen if you don’t answer settles dauntingly in your head.
“Yes,” you quickly answer, and he smiles as he moves to lift your legs before settling to sit between them. You tense at the thought of picking right back up without a chance to recover from Soul. “W-Wait, I need some time.”
“Too bad,” he says easily as he reaches over to grab one of your pillows. “That’s something I don’t have right now.”
Without your control, your body shuffles away from him, like it’s trying to protect itself from the danger behind Keeho’s words. But his hand clamps down on your thigh and he pulls you easily back towards him.
“Where you going, pretty?” He asks you with a sly grin that has you squirming. “Don’t worry. You won’t be complaining in a few minutes.” He pats the underside of your ass. “Up.”
Your brows furrow. “What?”
He sighs before he hooks his arm under your waist and lifts you easily, shoving the pillow he grabbed under your hips before dropping you back down.
The way he’s able to handle you so easily has your stomach flipping and your eyes locking onto the way the material of his shirt stretches around his bicep as it flexes when he moves.
He notices your leering and grins, using his hands to push your legs apart. This new angle, hips propped up on the pillow for better access, has you feeling even more exposed. Your legs try to close on their own but Keeho quickly pushes them apart, clicking his tongue. “Keep ‘em apart for me,” he says, leaving you no room to disobey, so you don’t.
His eyes lock onto your cunt, and if possible, his gaze darkens. “Cute,” he says, glancing up at you. “Just like the rest of you.”
You avert his gaze, flustered, and he chuckles fondly. You’re not sure where all your confidence has gone. You suppose it’s different with Keeho, your leader, as opposed to your younger members.
“Cute,” he repeats before pressing his palms to the inside of your thighs, heavy and warm. “Have you taken anything inside yet?”
You swallow, feeling a little embarrassed to have to say the words aloud but you’ve been laid bare and exposed to your friends in so many ways already so it really shouldn’t feel so awkward anymore. Yet still.
“Shota’s tongue,” you answer in a thin voice, and he hums in acknowledgement.
“Did it feel good?”
You take in a shaky breath, your walls clamping around nothing like they’re remembering the feel of Soul’s tongue stretching them.
Keeho notices the way you flutter and chuckles. “That’s a yes then.” His palms start to slide down a path on the insides of your thighs slowly. “Has it ever felt good like that before? Having anything inside?”
You can’t bring yourself to say it, so you shake your head no.
The look in his eyes softens as his palms rest just outside of your heat. “Everyone treating you well so far?” He asks you, rough voice dulled into something gentler.
Your lips are helpless to the small smile that tugs on them; even now, Keeho upholds his leader role. He’s always been the one to look out for you and it puts you at ease to know that it’s no different now.
“Very,” you answer honestly. “Better than I could’ve imagined.”
“Good,” he says, mirroring your smile and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your knee. “This whole thing’s been about showing you how you should be treated. Sounds like we’re on the right track.”
You hum when his hands gently knead the flesh of your inner thighs. “Yeah. Guess I was wrong to think— fuck!”
Your thoughts as yanked right out of your head when Keeho pushes a thick finger inside of you all the way to the hilt in one smooth slide.
You look up at him with wide eyes. “Keeho!”
The grin on his lips is careless and predatory as he watches the way his finger sinks into you so easily. “Sorry baby, but I don’t have that much time left thanks to Shota.” He keeps his finger still as his other hand comes down and presses the thumb lightly against your clit, making you jolt. “Good thing you’re so sensitive.”
That’s all he says before he starts to pump his finger into you while his thumb circles your clit in quick, tight circles.
The touch to your clit feels more painful than pleasurable from the sensitivity, and it has you trying to buck away as high, frantic whines leave your lips, but Keeho is quick to hold you down with his forearm.
“Shh baby,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to the inside of your trembling knee as he continues to abuse your cunt with his quick pace. “It’ll feel better soon.”
And he’s right, because even though it burns, the pain slowly embers away into a pleasure that has you bucking up to his finger rather than away.
Keeho, who’s watching your expressions with a laser focus, grins when your features smooth down with pleasure. “That’s it, good girl,” he whispers and the words go right to your head and fill it with a hazy fog. “So good for holding out. Think you can take another one for me?”
Your breaths come out with little whines as you nod, eyes starting to go bleary.
“Say it for me,” he urges gently. “Need to hear you, pretty.”
You blink rapidly as you try to push the word through the fog in your head and out of your mouth. “Y-Yes,” you breathe, voice weak. “Can— ngh— take another.”
You feel his finger inside of you slow then feel the blunt tip of another start to press in with the next thrust. Just the two fingers feel almost overwhelming, a rougher feel than Soul’s tongue, but your walls, relaxed from three orgasms, take him in without protest.
Keeho’s thumb on your clit falters when he sees how easily you take him in. “That’s a good girl,” he coos, then pushes both fingers as far as they’ll go.
You whimper, feeling them so deep inside you, deeper than anything you’ve felt. And you’re left wanting more.
“More,” you plead, your hips rolling up to feel them press deeper despite already pushed all the way in.
You think you see Keeho’s eyes flash with hunger but your mind is far too gone right now to pay close attention.
“Fuck,” he grunts under his breath. “I’m gonna need you to myself sometime.”
Then he’s fucking his fingers into you relentlessly, his thumb spurring back to life over your clit to match the reckless pace.
You’re thrashing and moaning unabashedly, though you don’t have much control over any of your reactions anymore. Your hips buck up pathetically to meet his pace but he’s far too fast for you to keep up with. He has you feeling like liquid fire as he takes you apart with just his fingers and you can tell there’s no way you’ll last even the next three minutes, far too sensitive to every stimulation.
Then he does something you don’t quite understand. He stops, curls his fingers inside you, then resumes in a way that has the tips of his fingers abusing a spot inside of you that has you feeling the fire all over your body, has you arching off the bed as you scream out his name.
“That’s it,” he whispers, doubling down and pumping his fingers even faster.
But now there’s a new feeling in your gut, something you’re not familiar with at all and something strangely like you might be releasing things you very much don’t want to.
Your hands claw at Keeho’s arm that holds you down, trying to push him off but he’s like iron. “K-Keeho!” You cry through a trembling voice, trying to warn him with wide eyes.
But he doesn’t stop, keeps his heated gaze on your panicked face. “Don’t fight it,” he tells you. His fingers are relentless against that spot inside of you and has you barreling to something much faster than you’re prepared for. “Just give into it. I got you, baby. Come for me.”
That’s when it happens. Liquid, a lot of it, spraying out of you as your body jerks violently through your orgasm.
This one pierces through you harder than the others, electric fire that has your vision white and mind blank for how long, you can’t tell, but you just know that you’re gone.
It takes you a while to piece yourself whole, barely though. When your vision slowly strings itself back together, it’s to the sight of Keeho staring down at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed and soaked from his chin to his shirt to his forearm with his fingers still buried in you.
You’re struck with the terrifying thought of what you might have just done and you feel yourself grow cold with mortification.
“Oh my god,” you whisper, feeling tears prickle at your eyes as you try to scramble away from him. “I’m sorry, shit, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what just—“
But before you can get far, Keeho grabs your hips and pulls you right back to him, leaning over to crush his lips to yours in a hard, searing kiss.
You yelp in pain at the hard clash of teeth and you barely get to process the kiss at all before he pulls back enough to mumble into your lips. “You just squirted,” he says, like he can’t quite believe it himself.
You blink up at him as he stares you down like he wants to ruin you all over again. You had no idea that you could even do that, or that it could be brought out of you so quickly.
Keeho grins at your shock before sealing his lips back over yours, swallowing your little whine of surprise. “I’m keeping you,” he mutters into the kiss as he digs his teeth into your lip. “Jiung can go fuck off, I’m gonna make you squirt for me again.”
You don’t get to protest that you can’t until another voice behind Keeho intercepts.
“Can I now?”
It’s Jiung’s voice, deep and irritated, as you hear it close in.
Your eyes fly open to see Jiung stood over you two by the bed, his hands shoved into his pockets. He doesn’t look happy. He looks impatient, brows furrowed and jaw clenched.
Keeho still doesn’t pull away from you; his fingers dig deeper into your hips and he kisses you more insistently like he’s trying to take as much as he can before you’re taken away from him.
“Keeho,” Jiung says in a tone that promises threat. It’s a tone that does dangerous things to your brain.
Keeho pulls back from your lips reluctantly, gaze locked onto you as he tells Jiung, “She squirted,” like it’s pertinent information.
It must be, because you see Jiung’s hard expression falter with shock before settling down into something more intense.
“Okay,” he responds slowly. “Now move.”
Keeho rolls his eyes but slowly pulls himself up to his knees, reluctant to let you go. You can see him straining against his sweats and realize with a start that he hasn’t come.
“You haven’t…” You start but break off when both of their eyes fall on you.
Keeho shakes his head with a lazy grin. “Don’t worry about me.” He pauses then turns to Jiung. “Actually, can I stay and watch?”
Jiung doesn’t hear him, he’s too busy taking in the mess that is you. You can practically feel the weight of his gaze drag down your skin like a tangible force.
“Hm?” He asks, distracted. When he processes the words, he pulls his eyes off of you but it looks like it takes him great effort to.
Keeho rolls his eyes and adjusts himself with his hand, wincing a little. “Mind if I stay?”
Jiung watches him quietly, considering, before he looks back at you. “That’s up to her.”
You freeze under both of their gazes. As much as the thought intimidates you, you can’t help but feel thrilled by it. Besides, you would feel a little guilty sending Keeho off without any relief even if he can handle it on his own. Everyone else has finished with you, so it would only be fair.
“Fine by me,” you concede, and Keeho lights up.
Jiung interjects before Keeho can celebrate too early. “You can’t interfere,” he says sternly, then points to the reading chair in the corner of the room. “Go sit there.”
“So bossy,” Keeho muses but he’s still grinning as he clambers off the bed and makes his way to his assigned spot. “Just pretend I’m not even here.”
A hard task, considering the fact that you can still see him at the edge of your vision and he has a perfect view of the scene. But the concept of a third party still has your head spinning in a new direction.
Your attention is dragged back to Jiung who climbs onto the bed and sits himself at the end with crossed legs. You pull yourself to sit up on shaky limbs, still recovering from your intense climax, folding your legs over your chest for some semblance of cover.
You’re grateful that Jiung doesn’t look like he’s ready to pounce anytime soon, eager for the chance to recover for whatever he might have in store for you.
That makes you wonder what it is that Jiung chose for his turn. You’re well aware of his dislike for physical contact so you’re not sure how to picture him in this setting.
Though the way his dark eyes settle on you, ready to tear you apart with just his gaze alone, has you questioning everything you know about him.
“You haven’t been drinking your water,” he says plainly, and even just that simple observation, the thought of him being upset with you in any capacity, keeps you on your toes.
It’s his voice, you think, that drives you crazy; a deep timbre that invades every corner of your head and settles at the base of your chest. Like it crawls everywhere around you and holds you down under its submission without your say.
You snap out of your trance when he narrows his eyes impatiently at you, flushing. “Oh.” You look over at the bottle that remains nearly full.
Looking at it makes you realize just how parched you are so you snatch it and swig down nearly half the litre. You think you might hear Jiung mutter something along the lines of, “Told you idiots to make sure she stays hydrated,” to the side of the room.
You place the water back down, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You feel better despite the physical weight of your body trying to lull you down but your mind is still wide awake and on high alert.
You turn your attention back and see that Jiung is still watching you intently, now leaning back casually on his palms. The silence has you itching to break it and ask him about the question that’s lingering in your head but you’re a little intimidated by his gaze.
“Spit it out.”
You nearly jump from his sudden voice cutting through the silence. “Huh?”
“I can see you’re thinking something,” he says, tilting his head slightly. His face is impassive; you’ve never really been able to tell what he’s thinking during quiet moments. But he has no problems reading you. “What is it?”
You bite down on your lip as you wrap your arms defensively around yourself. “You don’t like touch,” you start.
He raises a brow before nodding slowly. “That’s true.”
“So…” You continue, struggling to hold eye contact. “How does this work then?”
You’re not sure what to make of the slow smile that climbs up his lips. It’s not one of his bright, sunny ones. It’s a quieter, more calculating slant of his lips that has you wishing you’d just kept shut.
“Simple,” he answers. “I’m not going to touch you.”
Now you’re confused, but more than that, you’re disappointed. “What?”
“You heard me,” he says, and you’re not sure if you’re imagining his voice deepening by the second. “I’m going to talk you through touching yourself.”
When he sees the blank look in your eyes, his smile widens, almost fond but more so like he enjoys watching you flounder about.
“I’m going to tell you what to do,” he continues, “and you’re going to do as I say. Okay?”
You’re starting to realize where this is heading and the thought floods you with embarrassment. “You’re just going to… watch?” You ask, then glance over at Keeho who’s watching the scene unfold with rampant attention as he traces his thumb lazily over his clothed erection.
“Sure,” Jiung answers, pulling your eyes back to him. “If that’s what you want.”
You’re reminded of what Intak had told you; that you’re the one who holds the power here. You haven’t exactly tested how much of that is true but now you’re starting to think it’s a viable option for you whenever you’d like it.
It’s that knowledge that has you straightening with a newfound courage. “Okay.”
His brows raise at you, that tiny smile still on his lips. “Yeah?” He asks, and it’s a little bit infuriating that he’s still looking at you like you’re a cute, clueless little thing.
“Yes,” you say firmly, meeting his eyes. “Now are you going to get on with it? Isn’t your little time limit ticking away?”
His jaw ticks at your sudden pushing. “I have some leeway, considering some people—“ He throws a sharp eye over to Keeho, “—don’t have manners.”
“Hey,” Keeho cuts in, indignantly. “Shota was eating my time.”
But he goes ignored as Jiung focuses back on you. “Fix your pillows and lean back. Get comfortable.”
A part of you wants to defy just to see what he does but you find yourself falling prey to the cadence of his voice yet again. You’ve always been a sucker for it. More often than not, you’ve completely zoned out to just listen to the sound of voice rather than what he’s trying to explain to you in the studio, leaving you in an awkward situation when he catches on. You think maybe this is his way of getting back at you with it somehow.
Once you’ve stacked all your pillows behind you, you lean back and settle down, your knees still pulled up to your chest. You don’t find yourself withering under his gaze anymore, not when you know just the sight of you is having an effect on him too by the way he’s starting to tent in his grey sweats.
“Good,” he comments offhandedly, his eyes moving down to your legs, or rather, trying to see past them. “Open your legs.”
When you hesitate, he shoots a sharp look up at your face that has your legs immediately pushing apart to reveal all of yourself to him, your knees bent at your sides.
You see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows and hear the faint shake of his breath when his eyes catch onto your core, still glistening. It’s starting to pool with a new wave of arousal that’s brought on by just the sound of Jiung’s voice.
His eyes move away with effort and rake up your body, stopping at your chest. “Anyone touched them yet?”
You’re still a little blindsided by how casually he— all of them, really— talk about all of this but you figure it’s about time to just get used to it. “Intak and Soul.”
He hums. “Expected. Play with them.”
It takes a second for you to process the command but when you do, it’s like your hands glide up your body on their own. You’ve never thought to stimulate your chest before on your solitary nights, but now that you know it’s a valid option thanks to Intak, that you’re sensitive there, you’re not opposed to it. You’re just not prepared for your first time touching yourself there to be in front of Jiung.
You take the soft mounds in your hands and squeeze gently. You’re surprised to find it a pleasant sensation under your own touch but it might also just be from the two sets of eyes watching your every move.
“Play with your nipples,” Jiung tells you, shifting slightly in his seat. His eyes are locked onto your hands. “Use your thumbs— yeah, just like that.”
You sigh softly as your thumbs circle around the already stiff peaks, feeling the soft burn of the stimulation spread throughout your chest. You take one between your fingers and tug gently, drawing a soft whine out of yourself. You nearly miss the way Jiung’s cock jumps against the confines of his revealing sweats.
You try and fail not to let that go to your head as you drag your eyes up to his face, the one so threaded with focus on you it’s nearly maddening.
“Jiung,” you say, voice breathy already.
He doesn’t move his eyes. “Hm?”
“Take off your hoodie,” you tell him, and that gets his attention. “Wanna see your tattoos.”
You preen internally at the light blush that rises on his cheeks. Like you expected he would have to, he obeys. He tugs the collar of his purple hoodie up and pulls it off himself in one smooth go, tossing it to the corner of the bed.
Your hands falter on yourself as your eyes rake over the ink on his pale skin; vines and leaves adorning the sides of his ribs, butterflies tracing over his abs and trailing tantalizingly down beneath the boxers peaking out of his sweats, and the crescent moon placed centre in his chest.
“Pretty,” you find yourself saying and learn then that Jiung blushes down his chest.
“Take one hand off,” he says hurriedly, like he’s trying to take the situation back under his hand. But you can see the way that his chest has started rising a little more with each breath.
You obey regardless, dropping your right hand in your lap.
His eyes move back down to your core. “Spread it open,” he says. “Wanna see everything. But don’t touch your clit.”
You lick your lips nervously, feeling your cheeks burn, but you move your right hand down and slide two fingers between your folds making sure to avoid your aching clit. The heat of your own skin is a nice reprieve until you scissor the fingers open, spreading yourself apart and exposing to the cool air.
You can hear his breath hitch as his jaw clenches at the sight. “You’re gushing,” he mutters to himself, an observation you’re well aware of but has you squirming when you hear it aloud. “Take some of it. Circle your clit. Lightly.”
You expected him to make you tease yourself more but with the choppy breaths he’s taking and the short sentences, you sense he’s starting to lose patience. Or lose time. Either way, you don’t deny yourself the pleasure.
You collect some of the arousal with both of your fingers then drag them up to your clit. You keep your touch light as you circle slowly, sighing deeply at the touch.
You hear a soft grunt to your left and glance over to Keeho. You’d nearly forgotten about him, but the sight of him has your fingers faltering. He has his hand down his sweats, stroking himself slowly. His head is thrown back against the back of the chair, hair messy over his forehead, cheeks flushed, plush lips bitten red and parted as he pants sharply. His eyes are hooded slits as they watch your hand work yourself, fisting his own cock to match the slow pace of your fingers.
Your gaze is pulled back to Jiung when he snaps, “Eyes on me.” His own eyes are impossibly dark and his jaw is set tightly. “Don’t look at him.”
You give him a small nod, whining softly as you focus back on moving your fingers steadily over your aching clit. It’s hard to not notice the way Jiung is straining against his pants.
“Jiung,” you say through a breath, lifting your eyes back to his face. “Touch yourself.”
Your command takes him aback. You can see the conflict in his eyes to put himself in a vulnerable position to not only you, but with Keeho in the room too.
Sensing his hesitation, Keeho pipes up. “C’mon, Jiung,” he says, voice light despite the strain. His breaths are audible through his words. “You gotta do what she says.”
So you really do have the power here.
You raise your brow challengingly at Jiung and he finally relents, letting his arousal win, though not without sending you a hard look first.
He leans back on one hand before letting the other slip down into his sweats. He grasps himself in a hard squeeze that has him tilting his head back and letting out a low groan. You want to trace the way that his throat shifts around another groan with your tongue.
He rolls his head to the side to focus his gaze back on you. He doesn’t do much with his hand, just lets it rest there and squeeze himself every few seconds.
“How many fingers did Keeho use on you?” He asks. His voice sounds heavier with arousal.
“Two.”
“Put one in. All the way, and don’t stall.”
You can see the impatience worn clearly on his face in furrowed brows and hardened edges. Without delay, you divert your hand and push your middle finger into yourself in one smooth slide. Even as it presses all the way in you find yourself mourning Keeho’s longer, thicker ones.
“Good girl,” Jiung praises and it goes straight to your cunt, making it pulse around your finger. “In and out, slowly— yeah, just like that.” He looks in a near trance at the way your walls suck your finger in with each languid thrust, leaking steadily around it.
You see his hand start to move now as he starts to stroke himself slowly to match the pace of your finger.
You find yourself cursing those grey sweats for blocking your vision.
“Stop,” you tell him, and he pauses his hand with a confused albeit annoyed look on his face. “I wanna see you.”
His jaw ticks but he doesn’t hesitate this time. He lifts himself a little, pushing his sweats and boxers down just enough to reveal himself before taking his cock back in his hand and squeezing. “Better?” He asks you sardonically.
Yes, you want to say but your voice is stuck in your throat. Because the sight of him, long and hard and a pretty shade of pink as it strains with arousal, has you nearly moaning.
You push your finger into you a little quicker without thinking and Jiung takes that as his answer. “Slow down,” he snaps, and when you do, adds, “Put another one in.”
You push your ring finger in to join, moaning softly at the stretch but it still feels nothing like Keeho’s. When Jiung gives you the go, you pick up the pace again, a little faster by his order.
You try to prod around to reach for that spot that Keeho had practically torn you apart with but you can’t. Jiung notices the frustration on your face and laughs softly. “We’ll get there. Use your other hand on your clit. We need to get another finger in first.”
You bite down on your lip to hold in your whimper. Your other hand, which was just sitting limply against your chest at this point, falls quickly to press tight circles against your clit.
Everything you’re doing to yourself feels better than you’ve ever managed to make yourself feel in the past. Maybe it’s because of the soft grunts and moans and the slick sounds of skin against skin coming from the corner of your room where you’re forbidden to look at; maybe it’s because of the way that Jiung sits pretty in front of you, fisting his own cock to the sight of you getting yourself off; maybe it’s because of the way that he mutters soft praises to you every few moments and urges you to go faster, slower, deeper, shallower; maybe it’s not the commands at all but just his voice— but all of it brings you closer and closer to another daunting climax.
“Put another one in,” Jiung tells you, his breaths coming harder around his words. There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his skin as he works himself in tandem to your pace. “Need to get you properly stretched out.”
The implication of those words falls past you as you start to press your index finger in with the others, the stretch making your body tense and your other hand falter.
It burns a little but it burns good. The amount of slick still spilling out of you makes the way in easier, and soon you’re steadily pumping three fingers in while your other hand works your clit again, short moans tumbling out of your lips.
Jiung’s breaths are even more laboured as his fist speeds up over himself, his eyes starting to glass over. He’s fighting against them as they keep trying to flutter shut. He’s starting to sound a little ruined too as he speaks. “Hook your fingers up,” he says, then continues at your confused look. “The spot that you were looking for. Hook your fingers. Up.”
You follow his instructions and crook your fingers, but you still can’t seem to reach it. How Keeho had managed to find it with such scary precision, you desperately want to know.
“I-I can’t,” you whine, hating the desperate sound of your voice but you can feel yourself close, so close, but you need that final edge to push you over. The stimulation to your clit isn’t enough anymore, not after everything you’ve felt tonight.
Jiung starts to look a little panicked as his eyes flick over to your nightstand, and you realize he’s probably running out of time.
“Okay,” he says, his hand pausing over himself when he sees your eyes well with frustration. You see the way his cock twitches as it’s neglected but he ignores it in favour of focusing on you. “I can’t touch you, but just listen to my voice—“
“That won’t be necessary.”
Your head snaps to the left. The sight of Theo standing against the doorway with his arms crossed has a sinking feeling intruding the arousal in your gut. Everything stops, like the moment is waiting with baited breath for Theo to take it under his command.
You’d nearly forgotten that Theo was still to come. And when you realize the only thing that could possibly be left for his turn, your body freezes over.
“Taeyang,” Jiung says after recovering from his surprise. “I still have a few minutes left.”
Theo pushes himself up straight, shutting the door behind him with his foot as he makes his way in. He doesn’t acknowledge Keeho, who’s also stopped still and staring with wide eyes, as he makes his way over to the bed. There’s a small smile on his lips, lazy, like he’s only mildly interested in everything that’s happening.
“I gave you plenty of extra time,” he tells Jiung while keeping his disinterested eyes on you. “And you still failed.”
You bristle under his stare but he’s quickly moving on to focus on Jiung, who’s looking more nervous now than irritated.
“I told you I should’ve gone earlier,” Jiung mutters through grit teeth as Theo circles around the bed to hover over Jiung’s back.
“Doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” Theo asks coolly. He leans over Jiung’s shoulder and looks down where Jiung is still holding himself in a tight grip. “Did she tell you to touch yourself?”
Jiung doesn’t answer verbally, only nods.
“Hm…” Theo lowers his head to rest his chin on Jiung’s shoulder, making him flinch at the sudden contact. “Maybe that was the problem. Maybe you should’ve focused more on her and less on yourself.”
Jiung works his jaw in frustration but stays still. “You said we should listen to her.”
“Should,” Theo repeats with a grin. “The ‘when necessary’ was implied.”
“Taeyang, I swear—“
Theo doesn’t let him finish. “You’re done with her,” he says, easy and stern, as he lifts himself off of Jiung, leaving the other boy wide eyed and incredulous.
“Are you serious?” He snaps, looking up at him with a glare.
“Very. You know the rules,” Theo answers as he makes his way back around to stand at the side of the bed, between you and Jiung. “Get behind her.”
Jiung’s brows furrow, matching your own confusion. “What?”
Theo simply smiles at Jiung as he reads him his fate. “You’re gonna get behind her so I can fuck her on you. And don't even think about coming.”
You feel your insides churn as the words settle, your hands, after unsheathing from yourself while their attention was off of you, curling into the sheets. Everything Theo is saying is so… casual. But he’s talking about fucking you on top of Jiung. That’s far from casual and far from anything you’re prepared for.
But the look on Jiung’s face tells you he’s having it worse. He pales, throat tight as he asks, “Why?”
“Punishment,” Theo says, like it’s obvious. “We set out on a mission here to show her everything she was missing out on. And you failed. So, punishment.” He leans down, invading Jiung’s space and leveling his condescending gaze inches away from his. “Are we clear?”
You can see Jiung’s face twitch as he restrains himself from lashing out. But then he nods, an act of quick submission that takes you by surprise. You start to wonder just what kind of hold your oldest member has over not just you, but the rest of the group.
Then Theo’s eyes are on you where you’re curled up, trying to shield yourself away from whatever was unravelling in front of you.
“Is that okay with you?” He asks you, voice momentarily shedding that commanding edge.
Honestly, you don’t care what happens anymore as long as you get to come again. Even if the thought of Theo being the one to fuck you to it is daunting, with his domineering aura and seemingly sadistic tendencies. But the part of you that’s still loose in the head from everything that’s happened tonight finds you wanting to give yourself over and let him take care of you, let him show you what you’re missing out on, by his words. Even if it was at the expense of Jiung’s sanity. You’ll pay him back later.
“Fine by me.”
A heavy silence fills the room as the confirmation of what’s about to happen settles in the thick air.
Until Keeho breaks it with a pouty whine of, “Wait what about me?”
He’s still sitting on the chair, splayed out with his legs spread, elbows on the armrests while one hand squeezed around the base of himself. He’d shoved his pants down so you can actually see just how painfully hard he still is, almost purpling at the tip. Your mouth nearly waters at the thought of running your tongue along the thick vein that you can see protruding along his underside from where you’re sitting.
Theo catches your eye with a questioning brow raise. It’s up to you, he says silently with them.
“He can use my mouth,” you blurt without thinking, taking yourself by surprise.
Theo’s eyes flash in shock but his lips quirk up in a proud little smile. “Only when I say you can,” he tells Keeho, before gesturing him over.
Keeho nearly stumbles as he makes his way over to settle at the edge of the bed before shedding himself out of his clothes. You don’t get long to appreciate the valleys of his tan skin, taut over smooth planes of muscles before you’re distracted by Theo.
Theo, who’s taking off his shirt and has everything else fade away from your focus when you catch a glimpse of the inked crown on the side of his rib cage.
When Theo notices the room in still motion, he rolls his eyes. “What?” He asks, raising a taunting brow at Jiung. “Do I have to order you to do everything now?”
Jiung’s lips twitch down in a scowl. “No,” he says smoothly despite the sharpness in his eyes. He goes to pull his sweats back up but Theo grabs his ankle and yanks him forward, sending Jiung sprawling on his back with a panicked grunt.
“Off,” Theo says sharply down at him, leaving no room for protest as his hand squeezes tightly around his ankle.
Jiung stares up at Theo with wide eyes, red heat climbing up his neck. You don’t miss the way his cock jumps, and neither does Theo.
But Theo shows him mercy and lets go of him, letting him scramble out of his layers and shuffle to the head of the bed where you are.
Your limbs lock up when Theo turns his full attention to you. He reaches forward and wraps his muscled arms around you to pull you forward as Jiung settles behind you. You relish in the warmth of Theo’s skin before he’s placing you so that your back is laying against Jiung’s front while he’s laid back the pile of pillows you made earlier.
You gasp softly when you fully settle against him, feeling Jiung’s erection prodding at your lower back, stiff and hot against you. You hear Jiung hiss softly softly at the contact behind your head.
His skin is warm and a little damp against your back but the feeling of him behind you, his presence just there, is almost grounding. His hands come up to hold your waist but Theo is quick to interject.
“Don’t touch her,” he says sharply and Jiung immediately fists his hands into the sheets.
You hear a chuckle to your right followed by Keeho’s teasing, albeit a little strained, voice. “I’ve never seen him so obedient.”
Theo glances over to share a playful grin. “You just don’t know how to handle him yet.”
“Even after all these years," Keeho muses dramatically. “Might have to take a lesson or two from you, Taeyang.”
“Can you two shut the fuck up?” Jiung snaps in an uncharacteristic show of short temper.
You haven’t heard him like that in a couple years, but hearing his deep voice right by your ear now, rough and sharp as he speaks, is doing things to your body you don’t want to address.
And of course, Theo catches the way your eyes flutter and you inhale sharply, and you nearly wither away under the devilish grin that curls on his lips. “I knew it,” he says.
You turn your face away from him. “Know what?”
He grabs your chin to turn your gaze back at him. “Don’t try to hide,” he warns. “It’s a good thing I’m feeling selfish right now or I’d let him help me ruin you.”
The thought of both Theo and Jiung working you over the edge together has your walls fluttering. And of course, Theo notices that too.
“Dirty girl,” he taunts as he climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees in front of you.
From this close you can see the outline of him, large and heavy, through his loose pants and he’s not even fully hard yet. Your body thrums with nerves at the thought of having to take that size inside of you.
“What’s wrong?” He asks you, smug when he sees the way you eye him. “Don’t think you can take it?”
You grit your teeth, meeting his taunting gaze with a sharp one of your own. “Isn’t time ticking, Yangie?”
He takes your chin in his hand, shoving his thumb into your mouth and holding your tongue down. You whine at the sudden intrusion, trying to clamp your mouth down but he’s firm in the way he tugs down and holds you open. “I think that should be the least of your concerns right now.”
Jiung pipes up in your defence behind you. “Are you saying you’re not biding the time limit?” He’s tense behind you, his voice still tight the way he speaks to Theo.
Theo’s eyes lift to Jiung’s over your head. “If it weren’t for me, none of this would be happening,” he says, and there’s no response from Jiung. Theo looks back down to you, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth, threatening to nearly gag you. “I think I should get a little leeway for that, shouldn’t I?”
You just glare back at him in response. You’re not sure what it is about him, but he brings out the defiant nature in you. Maybe you just want to see how far you can push.
Theo smiles down at you before pulling his thumb out. “Cute.” Then he’s shoving two of his fingers back in your mouth, deep enough to actually have you gag this time before pulling out halfway and just letting them sit over your tongue.
You blink through the tears that have risen and see that all amusement is gone from Theo’s eyes, leaving cold indifference.
“Do you plan on mouthing off again?” He asks you, in an eerily gentle voice.
You think you might die if things get strung out too long; you’re still aching from not getting to finish from your time with Jiung.
So you shake your head no and Theo pulls his fingers from your mouth. “Good girl,” he says, then moves his hand down to push those fingers into your cunt.
You gasp sharply, pushing yourself back on Jiung at the sudden invasion, your legs trying to lock shut but Theo keeps them apart. You can feel Jiung’s cock kick against your back but you’re more focused on Theo’s fingers stretching you, shorter than Keeho’s but thicker.
Theo hums, watching your walls squeeze around him as he scissors his fingers open like it’s something clinical, completely ignoring the way you’re whining and writhing at the burn.
“It’ll fit,” he decides before pulling his fingers out.
You let out a shaky breath of relief, your head dropping back on Jiung’s shoulder.
Jiung’s body is taut with restraint behind you, his breaths coming out harshly against your left ear. He’s like stone against your lower back, hot and pulsing. You shift back a little, pushing yourself against his erection and you hear his breath hitch with a quiet whine only you can hear.
“Don’t,” you hear him whisper under his heavy breath.
It all goes unnoticed by Theo who’s busy working himself out of the rest of his clothes. And you forget all about Jiung when you’re met with the sight of Theo who’s thick enough at only half mast to have your legs clamping shut in fear.
“You’re not going to fit,” you say quickly, panicked as you try to shove yourself further into Jiung.
“Fuck, stop,” Jiung grunts behind you as he grabs your waist and holds you down to keep you from brushing against him.
Theo doesn’t chastise him but he does point you with a sharp look as he takes a hold of himself, stroking slowly. “You can take it,” he says, using his free hand to pry your knees apart again. “You’ve been preparing the whole night for it. It’ll fit.”
“Still,” you whine, feeling your head rush as you watch him thicken in his grasp.
You’re still squirming yourself out of Theo’s grip despite him getting increasingly annoyed.
“Jiung, hold her legs open.”
You hear Jiung scoff over your ear. “I thought you didn’t want me to touch her.”
One sharp look from Theo has Jiung reaching around you to grab you under your knees and pull your legs apart, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to Theo.
You turn your face into Jiung’s neck to hide, still trembling in his hold. You can’t help but feel a little humiliated being pried open like this in front of them, tears starting to prickle at your eyes.
The press of soft, plush lips against your jaw has you peeking out to see Theo an inch from your face and looking down at you with a softer edge to his still heated gaze. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he assures you. “You trust me, don’t you?”
Your eyes flutter closed as you try to take ahold of your uneven breaths. This is your Theo, the one who gives you the sweater off his back when you’re cold, the one who gives you his seat when everything else is taken, the one who’s always the first to make you laugh when you’re down. You take a deep breath and open your eyes, blinking away the tears.
“Yeah,” you breathe, peering up into his eyes, easing down at the soft smile that grows on his lips. “I trust you.”
He lets his eyes linger in yours, searching for any more signs of distress. When he doesn’t find any, he leans forward to press his lips to yours.
The kiss is gentle, grounding, caring— everything your Theo is.
But the soft spell is broken when you feel the blunt head of his cock against your clit.
He swallows the moan right from your lips before he lifts from the kiss, meeting your wide eyes with his that have lost the softness in them.
“You’re gonna take it for me, ‘kay?” That stony edge to his voice is back and you find yourself falling under its weight.
You nod quickly and Theo kisses you again, hard and searching as he drags the head of his cock down to your entrances and pushes.
You pull back from the kiss, tossing your head back over Jiung’s shoulder as you let out a broken cry. The stretch of him is nearly unbearable and all encompassing. And it’s only just the tip that breaches into you.
Theo’s forehead drops to your shoulder with a strained grunt, his own body going taut. “Fuck,” he hisses, overwhelmed by how tight your walls are around him.
Your eyes blur with tears as you blink up at the ceiling, breaths stuttering past your lips.
“Just breathe,” you hear Jiung’s soothing voice whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against it as he speaks. “Breathe. You got it.”
You follow his voice, follow his instructions as he guides you through taking Theo to the hilt. You open up slowly, swallowing deep breaths to let your body relax and open up for him. The sweet words from Jiung’s lips— that's it, you’re doing so good for us, so good, just keep breathing, such a good girl— guide you through the paces until Theo buries himself fully inside of you with a deep, shuddering sigh.
“Atta girl,” Theo whispers in your other ear, pressing a quick kiss to it. His voice is rough, strained, and somehow still condescending. “Told you you could take it.”
You whine softly in response because your ability to speak, or think even, is muddled out by the full feeling of him practically tearing you open from the inside. But despite it all, it’s a stretch that has you pulsing around him, like your walls are trying to keep him buried inside of you and keep you full.
Theo grunts at the way your body just sucks him in. His hands brace tightly against your hips before, without a warning, he starts to pull out.
The feeling is just as intense, has you crying out and has tears slipping down your face. But he’s not so patient this time. He pulls out in an agonizing drag until just the tip remains before he slowly pushes back in in that same, torturous drag.
It continues like that, until your cries of pain fade into short, rapid moans as the stretch burns away into pleasure.
Your eyes are blurry and your mind is half there, but you can still make out Theo’s strained words clearly. “Taking me so well,” he says through a grunt as he snaps his hips into you at a pace that’s steadily increasing. “Fit so nice and— ah, fuck— like you were made to take me.” He drops his forehead to yours, a thin sheen of sweat gleaming over his skin as his blown eyes bear down on yours. “Weren’t you?”
Your tongue feels too heavy in your mouth so you whine in response, eyes fluttering.
“Yeah you were,” he breathes then pushes into you with a sharp thrust that has you moaning sharply, your hands scrambling to grab onto his arms. “Just made for my cock.”
His hips start to speed up, making sure to drive all the way into you with each thrust. Your body bucks up with each snap, sending you rocking steadily on top of Jiung’s cock.
Jiung is barely holding on behind you; his hands shake as they try desperately to keep you open for Theo, his breaths laboured as they fall rapidly from his lips, his cock throbbing under each rock of your body. It takes great effort to hold back from coming, but he’s already far too close to the edge to where he knows it won’t be possible to hold back for long.
He peers over your trembling body to look up at Theo, his eyes prickling with tears from how painful it’s becoming to hold back.
“Taeyang,” he whispers, and the way Theo’s eyes snap from yours to his, fiery charcoal burning into his own, has him nearly toppling over the edge. He hopes the pleading look on his face is enough to get his question across. But the devil doesn’t make fair deals and Jiung’s got one holding his fate.
“No,” Theo tells him before he turns back to you and starts driving his hips even faster, tossing Jiung right into his own personal little hell as he lays there, neglected and forced to just take.
Theo feels nearly manic at the sigh of both you and Jiung under him, crying for him. But the sight is just too pretty and your walls are so warm as they swallow him in with each rough thrust, that he feels too high off of the power to let it go just yet.
Your eyes are unfocused on him, mind truly well and fucked out after the hours of constant stimulation. There’s a steady stream of moans and whines and babbles of please, please, please’s from your lips that he’s sure you’re not even aware of that spills into the thick air between you.
It goes straight to his cock, pulsing inside of you. But he holds back; he’s not close to done with you yet.
“You’re so noisy,” you hear Theo scold you lightly.
You can’t process much except for the heavy pressure pounding between your hips at a steady pace and the strokes of fire that spreads from it.
But you hear the command clearly as he glances over at Keeho to your right. “Do something about it, won’t you?”
Before you know it, there's a blunt pressure prodding between your lips. As if on instinct you turn your head and let your jaw fall open to accept Keeho into your mouth, throbbing and salty on your tongue as he starts to shallowly fuck into your mouth.
His face is strained as he looks down at you, eyes wide and glazed over in pure lust. He fists a hand into your hair and holds you in place as he starts to pick up the pace, though it’s already stuttering.
“M’not gonna last long, pretty,” he pants, hissing with each thrust in. “Fuck, you’re so warm.”
You moan around him at a harsh thrust from Theo, a sound that has Keeho’s cock twitching in your mouth.
“Fuck,” he snaps, his hand gripping tightly into your hair and sending sharp prickles of pain through your scalp. “Fuck it.”
Then he’s driving his cock deeper into your mouth at a rapid pace, nearly hitting the back of your throat with each thrust and leaving you gagging each time. But he doesn’t stop, just drives into you, pushing your head into him as he fucks into your warm, pliant mouth. “Take it, take it, take it.”
He comes with a loud, strained moan, pushing your head into his pelvis as he pushes all the way in and spills down your throat, cock twitching as it pulses around him.
It’s the way that your head goes floaty when his cock cuts off your air and you’re forced to swallow his cum, and the way that Theo circles his thumb around your throbbing clit, that does you in.
Your body thrashes in Jiung’s hold as your orgasm rips through you. You moan loudly around Keeho’s cock still buried in you as you come over Theo’s cock, tears streaming down your face and your nails digging roughly into Theo’s arms.
You feel Theo’s pace falter as you tremble through your climax, coughing when Keeho finally pulls out of your mouth.
You’re pretty sure you’re dead where you lay atop Jiung, still rattling from the orgasm as you come down from it.
But Theo doesn’t even give you the chance to recover from it before he resumes fucking you into the mattress, Jiung too by proxy, at the same rough pace.
Oversensitive and overwhelmed, you start clawing at Theo’s arms again, your body thrashing without your control. “T-Tae—!” Your voice breaks off before you can finish. You’re not sure when you’d started sobbing.
“Five,” Theo grits through his teeth, eyes still swollen black with desire and lust-drunk mania. He’s panting from the effort of fucking into you at the same, maddening pace. “Promised you six. You’re gonna come for me again.” His breaths are short, and his hips are starting to stutter, but he doesn’t slow down.
You try to protest and tell him that you can’t, but then he’s wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing down on the sides with his fingers and you get that floaty feeling in your head again, like you’re lifting out of your body. Your body’s starting to feel numb but you also feel everything all at once and you’re not even sure where you’re last orgasm ends, if it even did, and the next one starts, but you’re coming again, body quivering, eyes rolling back, jaw falling open in a silent cry.
The sight tips Theo right over the edge with you as he fucks into you hard, one, twice, three times before he shoved himself all the way in and paints you deep within your walls with hot ropes of his release. He plasters himself down on you as his body gives out but his hips are still grinding into you, rocking his cum deep into you.
You’re not sure when you had passed out— or, did you pass out?— but when you blink your eyes slowly open you’re met with Keeho and Theo’s concerned faces peering down at you.
As soon as your eyes open, their faces wash over in instant relief.
“Thank god, she’s fine,” Keeho says, dropping his head low and sighing in relief.
Theo turns to Keeho and whacks him on the back of his head. “I told you I didn’t fuck her dead, you idiot.”
Keeho yelps and lifts his head with a glare. “Well, what else was I supposed to think, she went out!”
Theo just glares back at him in silence.
Okay, so you did pass out. But you don’t feel quite awake just yet either, at least not physically. Your bones feel like ten tonne bricks, there’s a sticky soreness thrumming between your hips, and every movement takes a Herculean effort as you try to shift.
The pair of arms wrapped around you, trapping your arms under them, prevents you from moving. You try to shift again but the arms clamp down even tighter and a tiny panicked gasp hits you behind your ear. Jiung.
That’s when you feel it— the thick dampness splattered along your back and Jiung’s softened cock pushed against the small of your back.
“Hey.” Your focus snaps back onto Keeho as he brushes your hair out of your face. “Are you okay?”
You blink up at him. Besides the heavy limbs, the sore throat, the somewhat bearable ache between your legs, and your syrupy mind, you feel fine— good, even.
“Yeah,” you say, taking all of you by surprise at how croaky your throat is.
Theo turns back to glare at Keeho. “You went too hard on her.”
Keeho whips his head to him, flabbergasted. “You’re one to talk!”
“Guys,” you groan, trying your best to blink yourself out of the fog that’s making your brain feel like soup. “Quiet, please.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Keeho amends quickly. “C’mere, let’s get you in a bath.”
He reaches forward to pick you up but Jiung’s arms clamp down on you again and yanks you right back down, refusing to let you out of his arms.
Theo and Keeho both turn to Jiung, identical expressions of shock worn on their faces at the uncharacteristic show of clinginess.
“Ji?” Theo asks, reaching past you to touch Jiung but you feel Jiung’s face bury into your shoulders.
Your mind snaps almost fully awake when you feel his lashes flutter against the skin on your neck, damp with tears.
“I didn’t mean to,” you hear him mumble into your shoulder in a tiny voice.
You know what it means, but you let Theo and Keeho figure it out on their own. Theo gets to the answer quicker, a fond but teasing smile pulling on lips.
“You just couldn’t hold yourself back, could you?” He teases, reaching over to affectionately scratch at Jiung’s head but Jiung buries his head further into you and away from the touch.
“I tried,” you hear him whisper. “‘M sorry.”
You feel a wave of fondness wash over you at how small he sounds. He’s never this clingy, never this whiney, and it makes you want to bury him in your arms despite the fact that you can still feel his cum drying against your back.
Keeho seems to feel the same sentiment as he surges forward and somehow wraps his arms around both you and Jiung.
“He’s so cute,” Keeho coos and that seems to snap Jiung out of it a little, his usual grumpy tone back into his voice as he tells Keeho to fuck off.
You can’t help but giggle at their antics, a sound that has everyone stop short and stare down at you.
Your laugh fades out at the attention. “What?”
Theo’s smile is soft as he pulls the blanket off of the floor and throws it on top of you. “Nothing,” he says, tucking the blanket around the three of you.
“I didn’t think cuddling was offered,” you mumble, but being sandwiched between Keeho and Jiung is something you really can’t complain about.
“You get the full package,” Keeho says, running his hand through your hair, fingers gently scratching down your scalp.
You hum under the touch, eyes fluttering closed. It makes you almost want to purr. “I don’t remember paying for a full package.”
“You’re not paying us at all,” Keeho states.
“Should I?”
He whacks you atop the head with the hand that was carding through your hair and you nearly whine at the loss of his fingers digging into your scalp. “We’re not cheap whores,” he scolds you lightly.
“No, but you sure act like ‘em,” you say then snicker at the affronted look on his face.
“You seemed into it though,” Theo points out as he climbs back into bed, damp towel in his hand and sweatpants back on. You didn’t know when he’d left.
Your cheeks heat at the accusation. “Kinda hard not to be,” you mutter, turning your face into the pillow.
You inhale sharply when you feel the hot towel press against your back.
“Sorry,” you hear Jiung mumble before he makes quick work of wiping down your back then between your legs, making sure to be careful but even the slightest touch has you twitching and whining.
You feel better wiped clean, comfortable enough to where you start to doze off. But a sharp poke to the forehead has you blinking your eyes open and glaring at Theo, who’s hovering over you with an arm braced between you and Keeho.
“What?” You snap.
He raises a brow at you. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Did we prove you wrong or what?”
You groan as you try to roll away but he drops himself on your chest, effectively trapping you. “Do I really have to say it?”
You feel Keeho’s lips brush against the apple of your cheek, can practically hear the smile in his voice. “It would be nice.”
You sigh deeply. You figure it’s the least you can do, considering the fact that they’d just turned your world upside down. And probably ruined sex with anyone else for the rest of your life.
“Fine,” you huff, trying to come off as gravely inconvenienced but the grin on Theo’s lips has your own smile growing. “Yes, you proved me wrong. Six times over.”
Theo chuckles, breath brushing over your lips as he rests his chin on your chest. “You’re welcome,” he says cheekily and has your eyes rolling fondly.
“So…” Keeho trails off, pulling your eyes to him. He’s trying to smother down his up-to-no-good smile, but failing miserably. “Who was your favourite?” He asks, because of course he would.
You scrunch your nose, pretending to think. “Definitely not Theo,” you settle on, glaring lightly down at Theo’s still smug face. “He’s an asshole.”
Theo pouts dramatically, not even bothering to be actually offended. “Is that any way to treat the guy who just gave you six orgasms?”
“What is wrong with you?”
Jiung, who’s still tucked into your side, bristles at that. “Why are you taking credit for all of it?” Jiung grumbles into your shoulder, refusing to detach from you.
“Again, none of this would have happened without me,” Theo answers like it’s just the simple truth.
You roll your eyes, exasperated. “Okay, then next time we’ll just leave you out of it completely.”
You don’t even get the chance to process your own words before the door to your bedroom is slamming open and Intak, Soul, and Jongseob come crashing down to the floor in a pile of messy limbs, cursing and clawing at each other as they try to untangle themselves.
Intak elbows the other two away and lifts himself up above them, looking up at you with the eyes and eager grin of someone who’s just been told they were nominated for a Grammy. “Next time?”
Jongseob and Soul stop clawing at Intak to look up at you, waiting for your answer with bated breath.
You blink at them, then turn to Theo, who’s looking at you with the same curiosity. Jiung and Keeho’s eyes burn into the sides of your face.
You don’t even have to think twice as you’re dropping your head back on the pillow and smiling up at the ceiling, a deep satisfaction settling in your chest much like the dull, aching one between your legs.
genre / tags: fluff, smut, slight humor, established relationship
warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering, soft dom!mark, praise kink / pet name kink, lots of pet names, and overuse of the word "baby". (please tell me if i missed some!)
wc: 2.7k
a/n: this was supposed to be a very cute and fluffy fic but I got carried away (whoops) 🤭
You’re not a pet name type of person.
You tease him for using them. Roll your eyes every time he says babygirl or sweetheart or honey.
Always hit him with:
— “Okay, Romeo. Relax.”
— or a dry “Gross.”
You’re smiling, though. Every single time.
He knows you are. Doesn’t even need to look up anymore — just hears the edge of your voice, catches the tiniest upturn in your mouth, and it makes his chest ache.
This is just who you are. You love him with your whole heart.
But anything too mushy? Too sweet? Makes you squirm.
Too cheesy? Too sentimental? You’d rather set yourself on fire.
You fold his laundry, steal his hoodies, and kiss his forehead every morning—
but call him baby?
God forbid.
So he gave up on expecting anything back.
Not in a sad way — more like muscle memory now. A quiet acceptance.
Mark knows his role — he’s the nickname guy, you’re the pet-name grump.
He calls you angel when you look sleepy. Pretty girl when you’re mad at him.
Darling when you’re sick and curled up in bed, nose pink and pouty.
You just shake your head and mutter, “You’re so embarrassing.”
But you never tell him to stop.
He’s accepted it. Doesn’t need the words.
He has all the proof he needs in the way you touch him, look at him, reach for his hand under the table even when you're pretending to be annoyed.
He’s already so gone for you, it’s pathetic.
But then.
One day.
No warning.
You're in the middle of conversation, half-distracted, elbow-deep in a crinkly paper bag of fries, when you say it.
“Wait, can you pass me that? Thanks, baby.”
Just like that. Casual. Offhanded. As if you didn’t just drop a nuclear bomb onto his entire existence.
Silence.
You don’t even register it. Just keep rustling through your food, completely unaware of the spiritual event you’ve triggered behind you.
Mark freezes.
Hand halfway extended, holding the takeout container like it’s sacred scripture.
His whole body stills. Eyes wide. Jaw slack.
Soul... buffering.
“...What,” he breathes. “What did you just call me?”
You glance over your shoulder, chewing.
“Huh?”
He blinks. Slowly. Like he’s trying to reboot.
“You said—”
His voice cracks. “You said baby.”’
You shrug, lips full of noodles.
“Oh. Did I?”
“Did I??” he echoes, horrified. “Do you even understand what you’ve done?!”
You pop a spring roll into your mouth, already focused on unsealing the dipping sauce.
“Relax, Mark. It just slipped out.”
And that’s when he absolutely short-circuits.
“SLIPPED OUT?!”
He clutches his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. Slumps against the back of the chair with the drama of a soap opera lead.
“I need to sit down—wait, I am sitting. Then why do I feel like I’m gonna faint?”
You snort into your drink, nearly choking on a sip of iced tea.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m writing this down,” he rambles, hand now scrabbling blindly for his phone. “I’m journaling this. This is the highlight of my fucking life. Our future kids are hearing this story.”
You shake your head, grinning into your food like an idiot, while across from you Mark stares at the ceiling in silent, reverent awe. Like he’s just heard the voice of God.
Later that night, you’re sprawled on the couch, stomach full, brain slow.
Wrapped in post-dinner haze and the sound of the TV droning low in the background.
One leg draped over the armrest, your hand resting lazily on your belly like a satisfied cat.
Mark’s on the other end, curled into himself, hoodie wrinkled, sleeves shoved up to his elbows as he wages war with a stubborn snack bag. His tongue pokes out in concentration, brows furrowed, completely unaware that you’re watching him like he’s the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen.
You pass behind the couch to grab your drink, then pause —
just long enough to lean down, press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, and murmur:
“Thanks, baby.”
You don’t even look back. Just grab your drink like it’s nothing.
But behind you—something shifts.
You make it three steps before it hits you.
Mark hasn’t moved.
You glance back.
He’s frozen. Snack bag in hand, half-open, arms slack. He’s staring ahead, not blinking—like someone just whispered the secrets of the universe in his ear and he’s trying to process them.
“…Mark?”
He turns to look at you, slow and awestruck. Like you just performed a miracle in front of him.
“You just—” He swallows hard. “You said it again.”
You tilt your head, one brow lifting.
“Said what?”
He gasps. Full gasp.
“Said what?! Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what you said.”
You rest your elbows against the back of the couch, watching him with a smirk that’s far too satisfied.
“You mean baby?”
Mark doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe.
The TV hums in the background. Somewhere outside, a car drives by.
Then it hits him. Again.
The snack bag falls from his hand with a soft crinkle.
He recoils, clutching his chest like he’s trying to physically contain his heart.
“I’m sweating,” he mutters, fanning himself. “Do you feel that? That’s my soul leaving my body. You just—casually—called me baby like it was nothing. Like you didn’t just rewrite my entire DNA.”
You laugh so hard your knees buckle. You have to grab the couch just to stay upright.
“No, because what do I do now?!” he groans, sliding dramatically down into the cushions. “Do I sit normally? Offer you a ring? Should I faint? Do people faint romantically anymore?!”
“Mark—”
“I’m spiraling,” he moans, draping his arm over his face like he’s in the final scene of a tragic play. “You said it so casually. That was so unfair.”
You circle around to the front of the couch and settle yourself into his lap, straddling him like it’s second nature.
He stiffens beneath you, lips parting slightly—like your weight on him just activated some buried instinct.
You tilt your head, playful. “If I said it again… would you survive?”
“Absolutely not.”
You lean in, close enough to feel his breath catch, your mouth brushing the shell of his ear.
“Thanks, baby.”
Mark’s brain stopped working.
His body locks up.
Shoulders tense. Jaw slack.
You swear you can hear his heartbeat from across the room.
His hands grips your waist, hard and instinctive, like he’s afraid the moment will vanish if he doesn’t hold onto it. His head drops back with a soft, helpless whimper — the kind he’d deny with every breath in his body later, but can’t suppress now.
“I’m not okay,” he breathes, eyes fluttering shut. “You’ve ruined me. Say it again.”
You’re still laughing, shoulders shaking, when his hand comes up and gently wraps around your wrist, pulling you closer— not rough, not demanding, just desperate.
Like he doesn’t even know what he’s doing. Like he just needs to feel you to know this is real.
“Say it again,” he pants, pupils blown wide. “I need to know it wasn’t an accident.”
You shrug, smirk curling at your lips. “It was an accident.”
“Liar,” he whispers.
His arms wrap around you tight, locking you in place. “You said it like you meant it.”
You pause. The laugh dies in your throat.
Because something about the way he says it—quiet. steady. awestruck—makes your pulse stutter.
You drop your eyes to his lips.
Your fingers are on his chest now, feeling the rapid thrum of his heart under your palm.
“You like it when I call you that, baby?”
His breath shudders.
His grip on your waist tightens— like he can barely hold himself back.
You see the shift in his eyes.
The air between you shifts—turns weighty, electric.
Mark leans in, just enough that his nose brushes yours. He breathes you in.
The room suddenly feels warmer, your clothes feel suffocating.
“Don’t say that,” he warns, voice rough. “Unless you want me to lose control.”
You grin, tilting your hips against his.
“Maybe I do want you to lose control.”
That undoes him.
He grips your thighs, hard, and flips you underneath him in one swift, desperate motion. Your back hits the cushions with a soft thump, stealing your breath before you can even think.
His body hovers above yours, warm and tense and trembling.
He moves before he even thinks—
No more softness. No teasing.
His mouth crashes into yours like he needs to consume you—
tongue licking into your mouth like he needs to taste the word baby right off your tongue.
His hands are already under your shirt, sliding up your stomach, dragging the fabric with them.
He groans into your mouth when he feels your bare skin—
feels you tremble.
His lips leave yours, trailing down your jaw to the curve of your neck to your collarbone.
“You don’t get to say that and act innocent,” he growls, nipping at your skin.
His fingers slide down, skimming just above the waistband of your shorts—
not quite dipping beneath, just teasing the edge.
“You’re fucking soaked through your shorts and I haven’t even touched you.”
You gasp, hips jerking.
“Want me to behave?” he hisses. “When you’re like this?”
You whimper.
He pulls back just enough to look at you—his hair falling into his eyes, lips flushed, chest rising and falling like he just ran a mile.
“You trust me?” he asks again, but this time it’s a whisper against your lips.
His fingers pause at the waistband of your shorts.
You nod, breathless. “Yes.”
You shift against him, guiding his hand lower.
“I want this.”
He shoves your shorts down with one rough tug—
underwear too—
not even bothering to fully take them off.
He slides his hand between your legs,
fingers slipping through your folds,
achingly slow.
He groans the second he feels it.
“Jesus fuck,” he breathes.
His eyes flick up to yours, hazy and dazed.
“You’re dripping. Did that word really get you this wet, baby?”
You can’t answer.
Can’t even think.
Your head drops back, and your hips lift instinctively into his hand.
He doesn’t rush.
He takes his time with you— running his fingers along your slit, collecting your slick and dragging it up in slow, lazy circles around your clit.
You jolt beneath him, letting out a broken noise. Somewhere between a gasp and a whimper.
“Greedy already?” he murmurs, voice hot against your skin. “Thought you didn’t do pet names.”
“Mark—fuck—please—”
“Oh, please now?” he teases. “Begging so sweet already. What if I make you say it again?”
He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Say it.”
You gasp.
“Baby.”
He groans—deep and guttural—like he’s unraveling from the inside out.
Then he sinks one finger into you.
Your back arches. Your walls clench instantly, the stretch rips a cry from your lips, and he watches—entranced.
His eyes are dark, locked on the way your body opens up for him, your mouth parting, breath stuttering.
“Yeah, that’s right,” he murmurs, his mouth brushing your pulse. “Say it when I’m inside you.”
He starts to move—slow thrusts, deep and rhythmic.
Each push of his finger drags a little moan out of you.
He curls his finger just right—presses deep and up—
and you gasp, hands scramble at his hoodie, digging into the fabric like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.
His second finger slides in beside the first. He drags his fingers just right, slow and deliberate, making your stomach clench. His palm grinds against your clit every time he thrusts.
The wet sounds of your pussy echo with every stroke.
“You hear that?” he growls. “You’re so wet I can fucking hear it, baby. That’s all you. All for me.”
You cry out, hips lifting to grind into his hand.
Mark’s eyes are wild. Possessive.
He watches you like you’re unraveling just for him— like your pleasure is the only thing that exists.
“Mark—oh my god—don’t stop—”
He doesn’t.
His fingers move faster now, smoother. Purposeful. Pressing again at that spot.
Your thighs tremble. Your breath comes in shallow gasps.
Every nerve feels tight, like a bowstring ready to snap.
He laughs, low and breathless, and kisses your neck, open-mouthed and hungry.
“Gonna cum on my fingers?” he breathes, curling them again. Dragging his palm over your clit in steady circles as his fingers fuck you deep. “Gonna fall apart just from my hand?”
You can’t answer. You’re too close. Too far gone.
“Say it again,” he breathes, lips brushing your jaw.
“Let me hear it.”
“Baby—fuck, I’m—”
He groans, deep and broken, like it cracked something open inside him.
He’s gone. No hesitation. No holding back—just raw, hungry need as his fingers move faster.
“That’s it,” he pants. “Just like that—baby, fuck—cum for me— let me feel it.”
Your breath catches.
One more stroke like and—
You break.
The orgasm hits so hard it steals the breath from your lungs.
Your whole body jolts—back arching, legs locking around his hand. A cry rips from your throat, loud and raw.
Your walls pulse around his fingers as he fucks you through it, stroking you with deep, steady thrusts—like he wants to memorize every twitch, every moan.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers.
“That’s so fucking hot—baby, fuck,” he moans, like he feels it in his soul.
He doesn’t stop until your hips twitch and you go soft beneath him, whimpering from the sensitivity.
Then he slows, easing out of you with soaked fingers, his eyes drinking you in like he’s never seen anything more divine.
He sits back on his knees, eyes raking over you like he can’t believe what just happened.
You’re a mess—hair damp, skin flushed, eyes glassy.
Your chest rises and falls in shallow, shaky breaths — like your body’s still chasing the echo of his touch.
Mark exhales hard, staring at his wet fingers, trembling slightly — Then at you. Then—
without a word he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean
One by one.
Slow.
Obscene.
Eyes never leaving yours.
You make a sound you didn’t know you were capable of, and he smirks.
He leans in, presses a kiss to your temple.
Then one to your cheek.
Then your lips—soft now, careful.
“You have no idea what you just did to me,” he breathes.
You smile, dazed and wrecked. “You’re dramatic.”
He shakes his head slowly, eyes locked on yours.
“No. I’m obsessed.”
You groan, hiding your face in his hoodie.
He laughs, warm and breathless, as he leans down and presses a kiss to the crown of your head.
He lowers himself beside you on the couch, pulling you into his chest like something precious. Like he’s afraid if he lets go, this whole night will vanish into smoke.
The silence between you now isn’t awkward. It’s heavy in a good way.
Thick with something neither of you wants to say out loud yet.
So instead, he just holds you.
For a long moment, the only sound is the soft thrum of the TV. Your breathing syncs with his.
Then — quietly, tentatively — he speaks again.
“Baby,” he says again, like a prayer. Like a confession. “I’m gonna make you say that every time I touch you.”
You bury your face in his neck, body still tingling.
“You broke me. I’m changed. That word will haunt me—in the best way,” he says, grinning.
You curl into his chest, breath syncing with his, safe in the warmth of his arms.
Your fingers trace idle circles over his chest, hidden beneath the cotton of his hoodie. Slow and aimless.
He holds you tighter and breathes you in, like he doesn’t want to let go.
“Say it again,” he whispers into your hair.
You blink. Look up.
“Not for sex,” he murmurs. “Not to mess with me. Just… say it.”
He looks at you like he’s holding his breath. Like he’s asking for a secret. A promise.
You lift your hand to his face, fingers brushing his jaw, gentle.
He turns into your touch instinctively.
And you say it.
Soft. Sure. No teasing this time.
“I love you, baby.”
Mark exhales — a sound that’s almost a laugh, almost a sob. Like relief, like peace.
Like he can’t believe you’re real.
Like you just gave him the world with one small word—
golden hour ⋆˚꩜｡ mark lee
'she looking at me with no patience, so dangerous -
- i'm in your brain like ooh-la-la-la'
5.3k, smut, fem!reader is ovulating, feelings are involved (mutual), oral (fem receiving), spit kink, p in v, unprotected (don't do that), mark cums inside, fluffy-ish, not edited at all i'm sorry
“…fuck, fuck, fuck…”
What in the hell did you walk in on?
Closing the door to your apartment behind you, quietly, twisting the knob to not make a single sound, you tip toed toward the kitchen table and set your purse down. Then your keys. Then, you jumped again.
“Fu-huck!”
His whine echoed from his room, out into the tiny hallway, into the kitchen, and up your skirt. Twisting your knees, squeezing your thighs together, you bit down on your bottom lip and cursed the fact you hadn’t gotten laid in months.
Having Mark for a roommate didn’t help.
Not when he sounded like that.
Pressing your hands into the wood, you sucked down a deep breath and shook it off. He was a male within a few feets radius of you, you didn’t want him, especially not right now, at the start of this week when you wanted anything and everything that walked. Just earlier on your walk home a street vendor complimented your legs, a catcall really, but you very well could’ve spun around and shown them to him up close.
You didn’t want Mark. You were ovulating and overstimulated and sensitive. And he’s an attractive guy, you’ve told him that before, he knows it, everyone thinks hes sexy.
His bedroom door swung open and your stomach dropped past your knees. He wore grey sweats only, and his headphones lived around his neck, his hair a mess from where they once sat on his head.
Games. Gaming. Gamer. He was playing games.
Not fucking someone into his mattress. Though it was hard to tell the difference, he sucked air harshly through his teeth just the same, no matter the activity.
Not that you listened. Or paid attention. Or touched yourself when you knew he had his hand wrapped around his cock thinking his sounds were muffled by the low beat of his nighttime playlist full of underground this guy eats, trust me rappers.
“Hey,” he smiled at you, a flash of perfect teeth with a boyish curl of his lips, “Thought I heard you come in.”
“Hi,” you sighed, standing up straight, composing yourself. Your eyes dropped to his toned middle, his perfectly sculpted chest, the silver chain hanging around his neck…
He swaggered for the fridge, coming closer to you, bodies separated by the table in the middle of the kitchen. The expanse of his back, just as honey, just as broad, just as built as his front, as his everything else. Mark wasn’t a big guy, but jesus god almighty did everything on him fit together in perfect harmony.
“How was work?” he asked, pulling a water bottle from a shelf, knobby fingers wrapping around the plastic. Arm flexing as he twisted off the cap and brought the spout to his lips, he turned to you and watched you while he drank.
A slight furrow of his brows beneath his undone hair, a pout in his lips, especially after he pulled the bottle away, the wide innocence in his eyes he wears as a facade, a trick, a ploy, because beneath that purity…
“Did you hear me?”
His smile settled into a smirk.
“Hm?” you hummed, and you watched him drag his eyes up and down your body. Glancing down at yourself you felt your cheeks flush of all color.
Bent over the table like you were, your knees had turned in. Thighs squeezing together, you practically trembled. Embarrassing. Humiliating really. Emitting a horniness reading absolutely off the charts, he could tell.
“Uh, yeah,” your voice almost squeaked. Pushing off the table you brushed your hands together and scooped up your things. “Work was… good.”
Mark leaned against a counter, his abs flexing ever so slightly. He crossed an arm over his chest and sipped his water, eyes narrowing.
“You’re lying,” he said, tongue darting between his lips, pointing at you with the bottle. Eyes glancing to his glistening lips, you withheld a whimper and shook your head.
You’ve got to get out of here.
“Not lying,” you said with the smallest of giggles, forcing some sort of smile onto your face. “I gotta shower.”
Starting for your bedroom that lived at the end of the hall, adjacent to Marks, his laugh paralyzed you. Sarcastic, knowing, sadistic. It bled into your ears, melted over your skin, and you despised what it did to your heart.
“You had your proposal today,” he started, pushing off the counter with his backside, padding over to the hall where you stood begging the bathroom to come closer to you so you wouldn’t have to withstand his presence any longer. “The big one. Your boss would be there, all the guys who think they have big dicks that own the company… Right?”
Turning slowly, very, very slowly, meeting his slightly confused expression, you nodded
“Riiiight,” he sang, voice going low and gravelly. A chill ran down your spine, one you’re hoping he didn’t notice. “I’ve listened to you all month. You’ve been dreading today, ‘cause you knew they weren’t gonna go for your team. They chose that asshole with the money, didn’t they?”
“Yeah,” you whispered, and he tipped his chin up, looking down at you. The ache between your thighs, the heat beneath your skin, grew tenfold under his stare.
You could reach out, grab him, fall onto the floor, yank down his sweatpants, slip your panties aside and sink onto him. It wasn’t even about him, you think, maybe. He’s a guy. A man who chronically oozed sex appeal, who caught the eye of everyone walking down the city streets. He’d be something hot, and hard, to fill yourself with, to relieve yourself upon, getting you through this week so you didn’t have to succumb to your vibrator or your own fingers…
He licked his lips again, the tip of his tongue sliding along his bottom lip dangerously slow.
Back and forth… back and forth… back and-
“You still with me?” he asked within a breath, almost a whisper, pulling you out of a trance.
You needed to leave.
Gulping, you squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. Shook him out of your head. Him and his hot, shirtless self with his grey sweatpants hanging so low on his hips you knew he wasn’t wearing anything beneath them because the definition between his hips, down his pelvis winked at you.
“I’m fine.” Snapping your eyes open, you glared at him. “You’re right. Bad day. Thanks so much for reminding me.” You spun on your heels and stormed down the hall, stepping into your bedroom. He attempted to follow, arms shooting out at his side, eyes going wide, all signs of playing wiped from his cheeks.
“Hey, wait, I didn’t mean to do that, I was only trying to-“
You slammed your door shut.
In his face.
Mark Lee was not allowed in your bedroom, not right now. And probably not anytime in the near future. And then some.
This week sucked. A goddamned reminder that you had the worlds sexiest roommate and couldn’t do a thing about it. That the crush you’ve tried to swallow away for a year now was very much still real, very much still hanging over your head, something you can’t seem to escape. Not when your body quite literally begged you to reproduce with him.
Sighing, eyes falling shut, you threw your head back against the door.
Why Mark Lee???
Why your roommate you’ve grown tumultuously close to, closer than anyone else to you at this point in your life???
The Mark Lee who brings home girls some weekends, who goes out to party with friends he met in college, who works remotely, rarely has to leave the apartment, so he’s always here, always saying hi to you, always quick to greet you and bid you a good day when you leave in the morning…
Criminal really, how domestic it all seemed. How some days he’ll hint toward it, completely destroying weeks of suppression you worked oh so hard to build, only to now have to do it all over again.
You promised yourself you wouldn't get to this point.
That living with someone as attractive as Mark would work.
Guys and girls can be friends, you and Mark, you'd beat the stereotype.
Maybe it was time to move out.
Pushing off of your door to peel your top layers off, leaving a shirt and your skirt on to move to the bathroom with, you pulled pins from your hair and slumped onto your bed to pull your socks off.
Glancing about the space, your cozy bedroom you put together yourself, with Marks help, he really etched himself into every part of your life.
A hoodie of his laid over the back of a chair, a pair of his sunglasses sat on top of your dresser, some of the earrings in your jewelry box were his... For gods sake, you shared the same shampoo and soap.
Digging your hands through your hair, splaying yourself backwards on your bed, you reached for your laptop and pulled it over your stomach. Opening it, you punched Apartments.com in to the search bar and let available places in your area, nearby work, pop up.
Scrolling for about a minute, eyeing the monthly rent in comparison to location and appearance, you squeezed your eyes shut and groaned.
Now was not the time.
Tossing your laptop to your mattress, not bothering to log out or shut it, you snatched your towel and disappeared into the bathroom, allowing the hot water to wash away work stress, ovulating thoughts, and feelings.
Wrapping yourself in your towel, tucking it in so it stayed put, you smoothed lotion over your exposed skin, up your neck, down your chest, around your arms. Making note of where your necklace and earrings were on the counter that you'd have to come back for, you picked up your clothes, flipped off the light, and peeked out into the hallway for any sign of Mark.
Years you've lived here, and yet the act of running from the shower to your bedroom performed like some sort of humiliation ritual.
Not for Mark, of course. He'd wander around in his towel for hours.
The apartment was quiet. No games, no whines, no Mark.
Maybe he left.
Stepping out of the bathroom, leaving the door cracked, you took two giant strides toward your door and spun inside swiftly, turning the knob as you closed your door, just in case he was still here somewhere.
"What are you looking at these for?"
Jumping a mile, grabbing onto the top of your towel, you whirled around with a gasp.
He was sitting on your bed with your laptop on his legs that were folded under him.
"Mark!"
He glanced up at you, his brows furrowed and focused, paying no mind to how your cheeks flushed and your body still dripped. "When were you planning on moving?"
"I wasn't, I-I was just-"
Looking down at the screen, he squinted at something. "Looking for apartments in this building."
Stepping toward your bed, you held up a finger. "Everywhere, not just this building."
He scoffed, his lips perking into the tiniest of smirks. "So, you admit it. You're moving out." The way he looked at you...
Both hands held onto your towel, pressing to your chest for your own sanity and composure.
You were naked.
He was on your bed, half naked.
"I wasn't planning on it," you sighed, eyes wide, hoping to tide him over with your words so that he'd leave and you could continue your search, or, at least put some clothes on. "You saw me when I came in here, I was stressed, so it was the first thing I thought of to do to help my nerves, I guess, I-"
Setting the laptop aside, he rose to his feet, head cocking to the right. All of his accessories were gone, it was just him, his sweats, and that silver chain around his neck.
"How is a new apartment gonna help relieve your stress at work?" he asked, taking small steps toward you. His frame stood bigger than your own. More clothed than you, taller than you, you sunk backward, your body pressing against your door. "I did see you, you were..." His eye flickered to your lips. "Upset."
Five inches separated you.
"Mark," you whispered, and he looked at you. "It's just a bad day."
"Is it?" he asked, closing two more inches, eyeing your parted lips as your breath hitched.
Gulping, you nodded, holding onto the cotton that covered you even tighter. "Bad day."
Narrowing his eyes, you could feel his warm breath trickling over your skin still damp from the shower. "So, you thought a new apartment would cure that bad day?" He didn't let you answer, cutting you off before you started. "Why don't you just tell me what you really need, sweetheart," he whispered, closing the gap between you, pressing himself against you, "And we can stop playing fucking games."
His hands pressed against the wood of the door, his arms caging you in. Chest to chest, his nose nudged yours and he smirked as your eyes fluttered shut.
Intoxicating.
Every siren in your head shot off.
His warmth, his presence, his smell, his words, his lips.
"Look at me," he murmured, and you obeyed, meeting his proud smile. "Good girl," he cooed, nudging your nose with his. Your knees trembled. He let a soft laugh loose. "Yeah, you like that. I knew it."
"Knew it?" you breathed, your heart pounding between your lungs.
Mark licked his lips and popped his brows. "I hear you too, sweetheart." His lips ghosted yours, smiling as your face screwed up in disbelief. "Oh, yeah," he sang, "You're filthy. How many toys you got in that drawer over there? Wanna play?"
Writhing, pressing your legs together, your core slick already, you whined and shook your head. "Mark."
Parting his lips, softening his face, he pouted. "Oh, babe, you're not in trouble." Taking a hand to your chin, he danced his thumb over your cheek, swooning as you melted into his touch. "I'm teasing," he whispered, taking in how you stared up at him, unable to look at anything else since he said look at me.
Swallowing thickly, you took shallow breaths, your mind tuning to the sound of his voice.
Mark pinched your cheek gently, his brows steadying over his deep brown eyes. The way you stared at him, like he hung the stars and held the answer to all of your problems...
"I know what you need," he said just above a whisper, his fingers drawing over your skin gently, dancing down your neck. "As soon as you walked in the door, I could tell." His finger hooked below your chin, lifting it more, your doe eyes deepening. "Fuck," he whispered. "I'll leave you alone, okay, you can get into that drawer-"
He stepped away from you, and you reached for him, hands grabbing onto his bare biceps.
"Mark-"
Your towel slipped.
He didn't look.
His entire being softened.
Waiting.
His eyes never left yours.
Sucking in a shaky breath, he pushed out, "Yeah?"
Clenching your jaw, you gave him the tiniest nod of your head, and he groaned.
"Tell me," he whispered. The feeling of your fingers digging into his skin made his lashes flutter. "Say the words," he shook his head, "Or, you get nothing."
Steadying your breath, breaking through the part of you that longed for him to just give in and swallow you whole, you said, “I need you.”
It was all he needed.
Pushing you up against the door, one hand wrapping around the back of your neck and the other slipping down your body, Mark opened his mouth and pressed his lip to your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin as your arms hooked around his neck. Rocking with him, letting his weight push you to where he wanted you to be, you followed, body lax, under his control.
His fingers slipped between your legs, dragging through your folds, pressing to your clit. Moaning against your neck, grinding himself into you at the sound of your own whimper, he lifted his head and touched his forehead to yours.
“So fucking wet,” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss your lips, heavy yet slowly, his tongue poking through to meet with yours, “You’ve been pent up all day, haven’t you?”
“Three days,” you gasped, clinging to him, the massage of his fingers making you tremble.
His tongue dragged over your lips. “Three days?” Pressing wet kisses to your cheek, he muttered, “You’ve been this horny for three days?” Pulling away from you briefly, watching you writhe with every twist of his fingers, every brush of his thumb over your clit, he started to smile. The hand around your neck tightened, pressing into the sides.
“Mark,” you moaned, and the sound he made lit a spark in your belly.
Screwing your eyes shut, you thrashed against the door, knees going weak as he slid two into you, his thumb in a steady rhythm over your bud. Grinding into his hand, throwing your hips in a circle, his smile fell into a smirk.
“You want it bad,” he muttered, dipping down to nip at your neck. “What can I do to you, baby?”
Feeling your belly tighten every time you became aware that this was Mark doing this to you, touching you, making your toes curl, you couldn’t find it within yourself to hold back. Shame was lost on you.
Clawing at his back, gasping for air, a moaning mess, you babbled, “Anything, anything, y-you can do anything, I don’t… Fuck… Mark.”
“Good fucking girl,” he cooed, tugging at your earlobe with his teeth before his lips were latched to you once more. Pumping his fingers into you, curling them towards him, you shook. Bending at the knees, he pressed hot kisses down your chest, grabbing a handful on the way down, his fingers teasing your nipples. Searing his lips down your middle, over your belly button and below, he pulled his fingers from you on his knees and looked up at you. “You’re beautiful.”
Heaving breaths, your cheeks warmed. Covering your face with your hands, you managed to finally crack some sort of giggle. “Stop,” you whispered.
“Come here,” he breathed, gripping your hips, tugging your lower half toward him. Guiding one leg over his shoulder, he smoothed that hand up the back of your thigh, giving your ass a squeeze with a moan. Dragging his thumb through your slick, he curved his lips into the perfect ‘o’ and gazed up at you as he blew cool air over your core.
Sucking air in through your teeth, jolting away from him, one hand flew down to lace through his hair, giving him the harshest tug. Proud of himself, he beamed up at you and let his tongue roll through his parted lips.
“Where do you want me?” he asked, voice an octave lower than usual. He didn’t fight against your hold, but you could feel him start to try to. Letting him go, his smile wiped away. “No, hang on to me.”
“I didn’t wanna-”
He gripped your hip, his other hand sliding up your middle to grab a handful of tit. “Hang on to me,” he said through his teeth, nudging himself into your core, his nose pushing on your clit, his tongue sliding into your hole.
Both of your hands knit into his hair, holding onto him for balance as he held up on one foot.
Lapping at you, his tongue swirling and twisting, the pressure in your belly growing tenfold, you cried out for him and allowed yourself to fall against him, all your composure gone. Mark pressed his fingers into your curves, pinched and toyed with your nipple while he moaned into your pussy soaking his face. Bobbing his head, tongue going flat, he moved with you, your hips circling on his face, riding wherever the pleasure wanted you to go.
Vision blurry, body on fire, you tugged at his hair but it wasn’t enough. You tried to reach down for him, but he wouldn’t move. You wanted to see him, to hold him, hold onto him, kiss him–
“Mark,” you whimpered, trying to pull him off of you. “Mark, please.”
Parting from you once, sucking in a breath, chest heaving, he gazed up at you with lust stricken eyes, his lips and cheeks a mess. “Wanna make you cum,” he groaned, soothing you with a circle of his hand on your thigh, “Doing so good, baby, please?”
“No,” you cried out, pulling him to his feet.
He let you.
Gently placing you back on the ground, holding you up, he pressed himself to you and cupped your jaw. You gave him a kiss, one small, one soft, one tasting like you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, giggling as he pulled a hand up to wipe his face clean, he kissed you again, longer this time, your breaths in sync, like the beating of your hearts.
“I’m right here,” he whispered. “You okay?”
Nodding, gazing at him, you licked your lips and gave him the quietest whine.
His thumb pulled at your bottom lip, his eyes flickering to it, and with the gentlest whisper, he asked, “Your bed or mine?”
“Stay here,” you breathed, and he smiled.
Taking his hands to your waist, he pulled you up, wrapping you around his front. Stolen kisses on the way there, a few strides backward toward your bed, he tipped over as you giggled and laid you down on your mattress. Tongue escaping, nasty kisses pushed to your neck, Mark pushed his sweats to the floor and climbed over you, his knees pushing yours open.
Taking both hands to your jaw, he tipped your head backward and coerced your lips open with his thumbs, holding them there. His cheeks sucked in, as his length prodded at your entrance, he pursed his lips and let a ball of spit drip onto your tongue. Moans trapped in the back of your throat, you arched against him.
Mark, eyes dark as ever, bobbed his head and stuck his thumb in your mouth, spreading his spit on your tongue. “I knew it,” he teased, “Again.” As if you were going to be able to question him, he looked you in the eyes and whispered, “Nasty.”
Eyes rolling, you wiggled your hips, the feeling of his tip not enough. Wrapping your lips around his thumb, giving him a harsh suck, you swore the devil flashed in his eyes.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he grumbled, “Don’t get me started. I want you gagging every which way, I’ve pictured it, gotten off to it.” You moaned and he laughed. “But, I wanna fuck your pussy more than I wanna fuck your throat,” he dipped down to press a kiss to your forehead, pushing stray hairs out of the way, whispering, “That okay?”
“Please,” you mumbled around his thumb, digging your teeth into it. “Mark, please.”
He lingered by your ear, lips brushing your lobe. “Please, what?”
“Fuck me,” you cried, writhing under him. He pulled his thumb out of your mouth and gripped your chin. Meeting his gaze, you whimpered. “Please, Mark, fuck me. I need you so bad.”
“Thought you were gonna let me bend you over the kitchen table,” he said, reaching a hand between your bodies to grip himself, “Pictured that before, too.”
“Fuck,” you gasped as he slid his tip into you.
He winced at how you squeezed him already, his brows tipped in the middle, his lips curling under. “Let me in, baby, can’t give you what you want if you don’t breathe.”
Your heart beat in your ears. You could barely get any air in as his length pushed inside of you, the pressure too great. The stretch, too much, the thought, the knowing that it was Mark, this was Mark, your roommate, inside of you, his cock, the pleasure–
A long sigh, laced with a whine, washed over him from your lips. Pushing into the hilt, your thighs touching, his hips on your hips, your clit pushing into his pelvis, he laid on top of you, your chests meshed. Parted lips met yours, the brush of a tongue on yours, the stinging of tears in your eyes as he rocked into you– you could feel him in your throat.
His thumbs pushed into your cheeks, his soft touch keeping you with him, brushing over your bottom lashes as your lips parted and you sighed, gazing up at him.
A mess, both of you. His hair, pushed around in ways he’d never let you see, his eyes, glazed over with euphoria, his lips, parted and hungry. Teeth baring as he rocked into you, your breath hitching in your chest, you drug your hands down his back, your nails leaving behind plush red love marks as they came back up to his shoulders.
“God, I just wanna stay like this,” he mumbled, burying his head in your neck, moaning into your shoulder. “Feel so good, sweetheart,” he sighed, wrapping his lips in a kiss below your jaw.
One of your hands escaped to his hair, knitting into his locks, holding onto him for clarity. “You’re so… big…” you managed to gasp between snaps of his hips.
Smirking down at you, he pushed himself up to his hands, the silver chain on his neck dangling over your nose. “Yeah?”
Managing a smile with your twisted brows, you breathed through a laugh, “Knew it.”
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” he muttered, suffocating you with a kiss, his hands eager to hold you in anyway they possibly could. “You know what it takes to hold myself back?”
Your tongue wanted to pop out of your lips. Biting down on your lip, moaning without giving yourself permission, you blinked up at him, dazed, ignited with nirvana.
Relief.
Mark pushed up off of you, guiding your legs around his waist as he held onto yours. Picking your hips up off the mattress, he pistoled into you and tipped his head back, his groans echoing off the walls, lingering in the air.
“You know what it feels like… to have you walk around here… like you don’t know how hot you are?” He took a thumb to your clit, pressing down, grinning as you cried out and writhed, your hands gripping onto your sheets. “What it feels like… to hear you moan into your pillows… knowing that I could walk in here… and fuck you dumb?”
“Yes,” you gasped, voice broken, “Mark, yes, you drive me fucking crazy.”
He snickered. “Do I?”
Every twist of his thumb made you tremble, your high barreling toward you as you watched his body move. The arch in his back, the push of his hips, where your bodies met, the sound your bodies made…
“I wanted you as soon as I got home,” you babbled, fucking yourself back onto him as he thrust into you, “Wanted you to fuck me, wanted you to make me cum… Mark.”
His body let loose for a second, his composure dropping, his head lulling back, but then he grabbed your waist and pushed you both up to your pillows. Stretching his legs behind him, putting his hands behind your knees, he folded you in half and lowered himself on top of you.
Hair stuck to his forehead, your breaths tangled in shared air, his chain kissed your chin, your nose, your neck.
“Mark,” you whispered, your belly tightening, your legs shaking around him. Pulling him closer, landing messy kisses to his cheek, to his jaw, you gasped, right on the edge. “M’fu- Mark!”
“Come on,” he whispered, lazy lips brushing your cheek, “C’mon, babe. I got you.” You squeezed him, your body twitching under him, a tumultuous build up, a crash you needed three days ago. Fueled by his hands, his hips, his tongue, you cried out for him, barely recognizing yourself. “Cum for me, sweetheart, c’mon, you can do it.”
Almost missing your lips with a kiss, he moaned into your mouth as his own belly tensed.
“Need you to cum first,” he groaned, letting his fingers toy with your clit, his speed relentless, but he knew as soon as you went silent, he had you. “Be a good girl,” he whined, nose pressing to your cheek, “C’mon… Cum on my cock, baby, isn’t that what you want? Cum and I’ll fill you up, you want that?”
Nodding, fast, barely breathing, only able to suck air in, unable to push any out, you clung to him as your vision seared white, and you convulsed into him, body ignited with a pleasure brand new. You squeezed him tight, giving him little time to warn you he was cumming, filling you up with half a thrust as he dropped to his elbows and whimpered.
You’re not sure how long you laid in silence, spent bodies pressed together on a mussed up bedspread that now needed a washing. Then, he stirred.
Picking up his head of messed up hair, he looked down at you, eyes heavy, lips swollen. Surprised to see you already looking, he smiled, a flash of his teeth poking between his lips. Pulling out of you, taking his time, watching you closely as he did, he kissed you gently.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, shifting over your body to lay beside you, wrapping an arm around your back to tuck you into his side.
Unable to not look at him, you brushed your lips over his chest and whispered, “You’re incredible.”
Resting an arm behind his head, he looked down at you with a lazy smile. “You feel better?”
“Yes,” you answered quickly, making him laugh. “But, I think…”
He flipped his brows over, reaching his hand out to fix the mess that was your hair. “You think what, sweetheart?”
Curling up against him, you cowered and hid your face in his arm.
“Tell me,” he said softly, smoothing his hand under your chin, lifting your head. Pursing your lips, as if he could tell by the flutter of your lashes, he poked his cheek with his tongue. “Be a good girl and use your words,” he whispered, and you almost whimpered.
Your heart swelled in your chest, your cheeks heating as you whispered, “I don’t want you to go.”
Mark glanced around your room before looking at you crazy. “Am I… going somewhere?” Smiling as you giggled, he screwed his face up and tried to wiggle away from you. “Oh, wait, actually, that's you. How’s the apartment hunt going?”
“No!” Grabbing onto him, pulling him back into you, he rolled over on his side, hovering over you. Blinking up at him, you took a deep breath and shook your head. “I’m not leaving. You overwhelmed me, I thought I had no other option.”
Mark raised his brows. “Instead of just asking me to fuck, you were going to move out? To a whole new apartment? When this one is just fine?” Your smile faded, and your resolve clouded over. Mark tilted his head, curious. “Talk to me.”
Rolling your eyes, dragging your nails against his back, softer this time, you mumbled, “I… like you… Mark.” He didn’t move. “I was thinking about moving, ‘cause… I have feelings for you. And, after this… I want you. I wanted you before. I want to be yours.”
It took his six whole seconds to break into a toothy grin. “Great,” he huffed, catching your lips in a slow kiss, whispering against them, “Which room do you want to be ours?”
Eyes widening, he shocked you with another kiss.
Nudging your nose with his, he winked. “I wanna be yours.”
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sobbing so bad rn i need u mark lee .. hes characterized so well in this im literally losing my mind wailing sobbing crying bawling like omg. thats like. MARK .. sigh what i wouldnt do to be folded in half by my sexy canadian roommate ;( so good
pairing: donor! na jaemin x client! reader | genre: smut | words: 9k+
warnings: STRICTLY 18+
an: donor jaemin is here! would like to apologize for pushing this back and not posting on the original date. it was a busy birthday week for mark, jaemin and i lol but he’s here now! and he WILL talk you through it. almost forgot to say, i know he has platinum hair in his picture but i did imagine him with dark hair. feel free to choose which one you want. hope you like it. have fun reading! - with love, c.
you’d been told losing your virginity would just happen someday. but now here you are, in your twenty-somethings and still hadn’t experienced what it’s like to be fucked. the years rolled on, situationships came and went, and somehow, you were still waiting for that mythical right time.
it wasn’t about romance, though that would have been nice, it was about trust. about knowing whoever you chose wouldn’t fumble through it, or worse, treat it like it was nothing. and none of the guys you’ve been with ever gave you that reassurance. none of them ever gave you a good enough reason to want to lose it.
now here you were, on your own personal choice, holding on to your virginity for so long, that there’s absolutely no way you were going to accept anything less than good. but lately the waiting started to feel less like choice and more like…inertia.
so when you stumbled upon a tiktok video, posted by a random account rambling on and on about how she had her first ever orgasm at the neo orgasm clinic, curiosity sparked. you went on to watch more, everyone pointing out that this clinic has licensed professionals in achieving the perfect orgasm.
but it wasn’t orgasms you had a problem with. you’ve had plenty of those — with your hand, your vibrator, your dildo’s, you knew exactly what your body needed to get there. you just never trusted anyone else enough to get you there.
just then — a review talking about how every donor works around their client to ensure trust and safety throughout the process, was your final answer.
this sounded insane. this sounded tempting. this sounded like a sign from the fucking universe.
✚ BOOK NOW ✚
the more you researched about the clinic, the more your curiosity morphed into determination. you opened the neo orgasm clinic’s online website and scrolled through its crisp white interface, soft blue lettering promising safe, healthy, satisfying orgasms for women.
the sign up form was simple but thorough.
step 1: medical verification. a form requesting a recent full panel of STI test within the last month.
step 2: sexual preferences and boundaries. the screen lit up with a list and instructions
check all acts you’re open to exploring with your donor. this does not guarantee they will occur. your donor will review and operate within your boundaries.
you hesitated, getting nervous with every checkbox. besides kissing and an unsatisfying fingering from some guy in your past, you’ve never had another human being do these things to you. you’re not even sure what you like. or if you’ll like it. you checked the ones that seemed simple enough:
☑️ clitoral simulation
☑️ dirty talk
☑️ dry humping
☑️ domination
☑️ fingering
☑️ kissing
☑️ nipple play
☑️ oral
☑️ orgasm control
☑️ overstimulation
☑️ praise
☑️ vaginal penetration
you hovered over more intense options like choking, slapping, degradation, but you don’t think you’re ready for that. one step at a time. right now, all you wanted was to finally lose your virginity and have a good time while doing so.
step 3: why are you booking this appointment?
you typed:
i’ve been holding on to my virginity because i didn’t want to waste it on someone careless. i want my frist time to feel good, not awkward. i want to feel safe and still be completely wrecked. i want to know what it’s like when someone actually knows what they’re doing and isn’t trying to guess where the clit is.
step 4: choose your donor
the profiles were all impressive but one person pulled you in immediately — na jaemin. donor of the month. his reviews weren’t just good. they were glowing.
“made me feel like the only girl in the world. came three times before he even got his pants off.”
“he’s so sweet and gentle but knows exactly when to take over and ruin you in the best way.”
“he talked me through my nerves like it was nothing. best decision i’ve ever made. will definitely come back for a second session.”
and the most common one of all:
“i’ve never felt more safe with a donor. jaemin gives you the space to explore what you want and he has such a way with words i wasn’t sure if i wanted to cry or have him fuck me into the next life.”
you didn’t even finish reading the rest of his reviews. you clicked BOOK NOW
Neo Orgasm Clinic Consultation: CONFIRMED
Donor: Jaemin Na
Date of Consultation: August 13, 2025
your heart was pounding so fast. this is it. it’s finally happening. this was the starts of your journey to finally losing your so called purity.
✚ THE CONSULTATION ✚
after booking your appointment, you did more research and to say you were excited was an understatement. every review you’ve read about jaemin was spectacular. everyone was gushing about their experience with him. you’ve never felt more ready to lose your virginity than in this moment.
but as soon as you walked into the clinic, your nerves took over. the reality of walking into a clinic where someone was going to professionally take away your “innocence” felt…surreal.
the neo orgasm clinic didn’t help with its perfection — warm, cream walls, soft golden lighting, faint notes of lavender and eucalyptus in the air. everything was designed to be calm, relaxing, inviting. still, your pulse was in your throat.
the receptionist, taeyong, with his sharp suit, glossy hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, smiled when you approached.
“good morning, welcome to the neo orgasm clinic, is this your first consultation?” he asked from behind his computer, a warm smile on his lips.
”yeah,” you admitted, voice soft.
he asked for your full name then pulled up your file with a knowing glance, “ahh, you’re jaemin’s first client for today.
taeyong slid a sleek tablet across the desk, “please take a seat and kindly review your file, click agree if no changes need to be made. consent is required for everything. jaemin should be out any minute now.”
you nodded, grabbing the tablet from him and taking a seat, looking at your file one last time before clicking agree. the screen thanked you and welcomed you officially to the program just in time — the doors to the consultation rooms opened and then he walked in.
na jaemin. he wasn’t what you expected. where you thought you’d see someone intimidating, maybe a little smug, you saw…warmth. black slacks, a soft blue sweater, dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. he had the kind of smile that felt like sunlight — not just charming, but genuinely happy to see you.
“ms. y/n?” his voice was smooth, deep, but not heavy. you nodded as he extended his hand. his grip was firm but easy, like he wanted you to know you could pull away if you wanted.
“i’m jaemin, it’s nice to meet you. come follow me…don’t worry, no one’s taking their clothes off today,” he teased lightly, eyes glinting.
the consultation room looked more like a cozy lounge than anything clinical — plush sofa, plants, soft light. jaemin motioned for you to sit, placing a cup of fresh water on the table in front of you before settling across from you with a tablet in his lap.
“alright ms. y/n,” he started, voice kind but purposeful, “this is your time, so i want to hear from you…why are you here, what you want out of this and what would make you feel safe the entire time.”
you hesitated, staring into your glass, “...i’ve never…had sex before.”
he nodded slowly, like you’d told him the most normal thing in the world, “thank you for telling me. that’s not something you have to be embarrassed about.”
“im…not embarrassed,” you lied, cheeks turning pink. you exhaled, “i just…i don’t want my first time to be bad. i want to actually…enjoy it. and i want someone who’ll know when to slow down and when to…,” your words faltered, embarrassment taking over.
“take over?” he finished gently.
your cheeks warmed under his gaze, you were sure you looked like a tomato “...yeah.”
jaemin’s gaze softened, “i can do that,” he said simply.
“since this is your first time, may i ask if this will also be your first orgasm?” he asks softly but professionally.
you nod your head no, refusing to meet his gaze. he analyzes your body language, sensing your nerves.
“you don’t have to be embarrassed. not with me,” he reassures sweetly, “this is a judgment free zone. the more you open up to me, the more positive your results will be,” he finishes with a soft smile.
you let out an awkward cough, nodding your head slowly, mustering up the courage to admit, “i…i’ve used toys before. i’m not completely clueless,” you admitted, cheeks heating, “dildos, vibrators…i’ve even tried a few combinations. but it’s different when it’s you doing it yourself, you know? i can make myself feel good, sure, but i’ve never trusted anyone else enough to do it for me.”
his expression didn’t change, but his voice dropped into something warmer, “that’s not unusual. it’s harder to give other people control.”
you gave a small laugh, looking down at your hands, “yeah….so basically i’ve got plenty of hardware experience but zero field training.”
that earned you one of his quick, sudden smiles, the kind that made you feel like you were just friends having a casual conversation, “then we’ll make sure your first field exercise is a success.”
you shook your head at the phrasing but couldn’t help to smile back, “you sound so confident about that.”
“because i am,” he set the tablet down, leaning forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees, “you’ve already done the hard part. you know your body enough to know what feels good. my job is to connect that to that way someone else touches you. that’s it.”
your chest tightened from the way he said it. like it was simple. like there wasn’t a risk of awkward fumbling or disappointment.
“and,” he added, his gaze locking onto yours, “if you let me, i’ll make sure your first time isn’t just good – it’s the standard you measure everything else against."
your pulse skipped, “that’s a dangerous promise.”
he grinned slow and lazy, “that’s not a promise. that’s a guarantee.”
you rolled your eyes, but heat pooled low in your belly, “what if i get nervous and freeze?”
“then you’ll hear me,” his tone softened, but the undercurrent of authority was still there, “here’s how it works — you set the pace. you can stop me anytime. i’ll talk you through it. keep you in it. if you want to take control, i’ll follow your lead. if you want me to take over, i’ll know.”
you let out a small laugh, “you sound very sure about all of that.”
“oh, i’m sure,” he said with a quiet laugh, leaning back on his chair, “so what do you say ms. y/n, are you free on the sixteenth?”
a small smile crept up on your face, nodding your head once, “i’ll see you on the sixteenth.”
his smile turned just a little sharper, “you will.”
Neo Orgasm Clinic Session: CONFIRMED
Client: Y/N L/N
Donor: Jaemin Na
Date of Session: August 16, 2025
✚ THE APPOINTMENT ✚
you were five minutes late. not because you’d actually arrived late — no. you’d been parked outside for fifteen minutes, hands clenched on the steering wheel, trying to calm your nerves down.
this was the day.
was this pathetic? maybe. maybe you should’ve just gone the cliché route and picked some loser at the bar who could give you the worst five minutes of your life, like a normal person. but that thought immediately made your skin crawl so with all your courage, you finally stepped out of the car and walked into the clinic.
this was it. there’s no backing out now.
the familiar lighting of the clinic wrapped around you like blanket but it didn’t stop your legs from feeling weak. taeyong gave you that same knowing smile, this time gesturing towards the other door, labeled private suites.
“suite 13 – jaemin’s ready for you.”
the words sent a hot twist through your stomach. you walked through the private suites hallway, eyes scanning each polished gold number until you found 13. your palms were damp when you pushed open the door. and then…you finally released the breath you’d been holding.
the room wasn’t clinical. it wasn’t sleek like a hotel either. it looked like a bedroom you might actually live in — warm, golden light spilling from a low lamp on the nightstand, soft throw blankets draped across a neatly made bed, a small bookshelf tucked in the corner stacked with paperbacks. a woven rug softened the floor and a faint scent of vanilla drifted through the air.
it felt safe. it felt like home.
and in the middle of it all was jaemin, wearing a pair of grey sweats and a plain black t-shirt like this was just a normal netflix and chill and not a session booked between a donor and his client.
his head popped up at the sound of the door and his smile was instant, “there you are,” he said softly, “i thought for a minute there, you wouldn’t show up.”
you laughed nervously, “i…got a little nervous.”
jaemin’s smile softened into something warmer, sweeter. he crossed the room with unhurried steps, stopping just close enough that you could smell his faint, clean scent under the vanilla in in the air.
“that’s okay,” he murmured, “you’re here now.”
he kept his tone light but steady as he held your gaze, “before we start, i just want to remind you that you’re in control. everything we do is with your consent. you can change your mind at any time, about anything. no questions asked.”
you nodded, your shoulders easing just slightly, “okay.”
“and for tonight,” he went on, “i’m going to let you take the lead. we’ll move at your pace until you’re comfortable and when you’re ready, you don’t have to worry about anything else, i got you,” his mouth tipped into the faintest smirk, not cocky, just enough to hint that he knew exactly when that moment would be.
your lips quirked into a small smile despite yourself, “alright.”
he stepped back, giving you space, “then, why don’t you come here and show me what you want?”
the nervous flutter in your stomach didn’t go away but it shifted into something warmer, something that made you step forward, closing the distance between you. you took a breath before your fingers brushed the hem of his shirt, slowly sliding up over the soft fabric, testing the feel of him under your hands.
jaemin’s eyes didn’t leave yours, his smile faint but encouraging, “you want me, baby?”
the nickname caught you off guard but you nod anyway, eyes wide, almost like you were caught in some type of trance. maybe this is what the walls here do to you.
“you have me, sweet girl,” he murmured, voice low and coaxing.
he took your hand and led you toward the bed. the mattress dipped as he sat down at the edge of it. then he gave your hips a gentle tug, guiding you to step between his knees. the invitation was wordless but clear and when you swung a leg over to straddle him, his hands instinctively found your waist.
“that’s it,” he praised, the corner of his mouth lifting, “take what you want, pretty.”
your nerves still hummed under your skin but they were already being replaced by something hotter, heavier. before you could second guess yourself, you leaned in — your lips brushing his in a testing kiss.
jaemin met it instantly. not taking over but matching your pace, letting you set the rhythm. his mouth was warm and soft at first, coaxing you in with light, teasing pressure before parting slightly to deepen it. you tilted your head and that’s when his tongue slid against yours. slow at first then more deliberate, stroking and retreating, inviting you to follow.
“mmm,” he hummed into your mouth. a way to show you how much he was enjoying this. a way to give you a confidence boost. one of his hands slid up to rest between your shoulder blades, pulling you closer.
the kiss grew messier, wetter, your lips moving against his with a need that hadn’t been there minutes ago. his tongue teased along the roof of your mouth before curling under yours, drawing a soft, surprised sound from your throat.
he chuckled against your lips, “already making those pretty noises for me.”
you whined as your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him even closer, personal space nonexistent. he met your energy, tongue sliding deep into your mouth, tangling with yours in a way that made your thighs tighten around his hips.
jaemin’s hands roamed more now. one tracing the curve of your waist, the other splaying against the small of your back, pulling you until you were flushed against him. the heat radiating between you was dizzying.
“fuck…you taste so sweet,” he breathed when you broke for air.
and with every stroke of his tongue and each low murmur of praise, the nerves that had felt so suffocating in the car melted away completely. all that was left was the delicious weight of his body under yours and the slow, intoxicating way he let you explore him like you had all the time in the world.
your lips crashed back onto his, the kiss full of heat. jaemin matched you again, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a slow, confident drag before retreating, letting you chase him.
the hand on your back slid upward, curling around the back of your neck, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss further.
god, his hands were big.
the one at your waist tightened, pulling you down so your hips pressed flush to his. even through the fabric, you could feel the hard line of him — thick, hot, and unyielding — and the faint groan he let out at the contact made your pulse kick.
“that’s it,” he murmured against your lips, the warmth in his voice edged with something darker.
“grind on me, baby… take what’s yours.”
your hips obeyed before your brain caught up, rocking slowly at first, just enough for the drag of his cock under you to send sparks racing through your body. the frictions was maddening — denim against cotton, the heat of his body bleeding through both.
jaemin’s tongue tangled with yours again, hungrier now, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before sucking it lightly into his mouth. you gasped, hips pressing down harder, chasing the delicious friction.
he answered with a low groan, his hands anchoring you to him. one slid down over the curve of your ass, cupping it firmly, guiding your movements so you rocked over him just right — you swore your panties were stained with heat. the other traced up your side, skimming over the swell of your breast through your top. his thumb brushed deliberately over your nipple, the light friction making your breath hitch.
“fuck—” the sound slipped out before you could stop it.
he smiled against your mouth, his voice warm and teasing, “you like that, huh?”
you kissed him harder in answer, your hips grinding down with more intent. each roll sent a jolt of pleasure low in your belly and you felt his cock twitch under you through the layers of fabric.
“yeah…that’s it,” he murmured, his tone dropping lower, more deliberate, “god, you feel so good like this.”
your fingers gripped his shoulders like you needed to anchor yourself. he groaned into your mouth, the sound low and rough, and the vibration of it went straight through you.
jaemin’s large hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, palm warm against your bare skin. he traced the line of your spine slowly, deliberately, making you shiver before sliding back down to squeeze your hip and urging you forward again.
your breathing turned ragged. every movement was measured — he was letting you lead but the subtle pulls of his hands made each shift hotter, more purposeful, coaxing you toward that inevitable peak. the air between you felt thick, each breath mingling as the kiss grew messier, wetter, your tongues tangling with no hesitation now.
when his hand smoothed back up your stomach to cup your breast fully, his thumb circling over your nipple in slow, deliberate strokes, your hips stuttered against him, the rhythm breaking under the surge of sensation.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and warm, “you feel amazing… can i make you feel even better?”
“please,” you whispered against his lips, the word barely there, earning a soft knowing smile from him.
jaemin didn’t rush. he slid his hands down to the backs of your thighs, giving you a gentle squeeze before guiding you off his lap and onto the bed. the mattress dipped under your weight, soft blankets cushioning you as he followed, bracing himself above you.
his mouth found yours again, deeper this time, almost greedy. his big hands roamed deliberately over you, sliding under your shirt to stroke the warm skin of your stomach.
“let’s get this off,” he murmured, tugging lightly at the hem. you lifted your arms without thinking and he peeled your shirt away, tossing it aside before leaning back to take you in. his gaze lingered, slow and deliberate, before he bent to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.
“you’re gorgeous,” he breathed between kisses, his voice low and certain, like it wasn’t up for debate. his hands slid to your back, easily undoing your bra clasp. the straps slipped down your arms and then he was cupping your bare breasts in those large, warm hands, thumbs bruising over your hard nipples in slow circles that made tiny moans slip from your lips.
every action he takes making you learn more about yourself.
your fingers gripped his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, but he kept the pace maddeningly steady, “mmm, not yet,” he murmured against your skin, “i want you worked up for me.”
one hand trailed down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your bottoms. his eyes flicked up to meet yours, “can i take these off, pretty girl?”
you nodded and he slid them down, along with your panties, in one smooth motion, leaving you bare under his gaze. the heat in his eyes deepened, but his touch stayed gentle as he settled between your legs.
“you’re already soaked” he murmured, brushing the pads of his fingers over your folds in a slow stroke. his mouth curved into a faint smirk, “god, i love how virgins get wet so easily. your body knows exactly what it wants, sweet girl.”
a shiver ran through you at his words, your breath hitching as his finger slipped inside easily, the stretch making you gasp softly.
“oh my —” the sound broke into a moan when he curled it slightly, brushing over something that made your toes curl. he kissed you again, swallowing the sound as his other hand gripped your hip.
“relax for me,” he whispered, curling his finger inside you, “that’s it,” he praised, leaning down to kiss your jaw, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke, “take me in, baby, you feel so fucking good around just one finger.”
when he added the second, the stretch was fuller, warmer, pulling another moan from you, your hips bucking to his touch.
“ohhh jaemin—”
“feels good, baby?”
you nodded, breathless, “so good—”
“good,” he soothed, his voice honey-sweet but still dripping heat, “let’s make sure you’re ready for me.”
your hips started to move with him, chasing the friction. he let you, his pace steady, curling his fingers just right with every stroke. his thumb found your clit then, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made your hips twitch and your toes curl. the pressure built fast, your thighs tensing around his hand. you bite your lip, trying to control your moans.
“don’t hold back,” he urged, his voice dropping lower, “let me hear you’re pretty sounds.”
you moaned again, this one louder, your head tipping back against the pillows.
“oh, fuck that feels—”
“yeah, i can feel it,” he murmured, curling his fingers in perfect rhythm with his thumb’s pressure, “this pretty pussy’s gripping me so tight.”
your thighs started to tremble as the pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. his fingers thrusted perfectly, hitting your sweet spot every time, thumb rubbing in perfect circles that had you breaking so much faster than you could ever make yourself break.
“i–i’m close—”
“then come for me,” he coaxed, his tone a perfect mix of command and comfort, “come all over my finger, baby. show me how sweet you are when you let go.”
the combination of his words and the relentless, precise pressure was too much – your first orgasm hit fast, your moan breaking into a cry as you clenched around him, back arching to his touch.
“good girl,” he groaned softly, working you through it, “fuck you’re perfect. squeezing me so tight.”
you gasped his name again, hips jerking as he kept moving just long enough to draw every last ripple from you before slowing.
when he finally pulled his fingers free, he licked his fingers slowly, making sure you were watching. the sight of it enough to keep the heat ignited in between your legs, “mmm, you taste even better,” he praised before pressing a slow kiss against your lips, letting you taste yourself on him.
you felt dizzy. jaemin let you catch your breath, brushing his thumb over your hip in slow circles before breaking the quiet.
“how do you usually fuck yourself?” he asked casually, like he was asking your favorite coffee order, except his voice was rougher now, threaded with heat and his eyes were a shade darker.
you hesitated, snapping back into reality, cheeks warming, voice soft, mind still stuck between a dream and reality, “i…i usually put the dildo behind me and…sit on it.”
his mouth curved, the kind of smile that felt dangerous in the best way, “you want to do it that way now?”
you nodded, pulse quickening, the heat in your stomach untamed, he was trying to make this feel the most comfortable for you and you appreciate it a lot.
“yes.” you reply with no doubt in your mind.
jaemin leaned back, reaching for the condom on the nightstand. he tore it open with practiced ease, rolling it down over himself while keeping his eyes locked on you, “then get into position, sweet girl.”
you moved to your hands and knees, heart pounding, and he shifted behind you on the bed, one big hand steady on your hip.
“come here,” he murmured, guiding you back toward him until you could feel the hot, thick press of him nudging between your folds. he ran himself along your slit slowly, coating himself in your slick before pausing at your entrance.
his voice dropped to a low growl —
“c’mon, baby… fuck yourself on my cock. take your virginity.”
the words sent a shiver through you. this was it. you are finally going to lose your virginity. and all you could think about was how much you wanted it. how much you craved it.
you took a breath then pushed back, feeling the thick head stretch you open. the sensation was sharper, fuller than anything your toys had ever given you, your breath catching in your throat.
“go ahead, you’re in control, this is all you, baby” jaemin praised instantly, his grip tightening just enough to keep you steady, “that’s it… take me slow. you’re doing so fucking well.”
you sank down further, inch by inch, the stretch making you gasp, “oh— god, jaemin—”
“i know,” he murmured, his own breath hitching, “so tight… fuck, you feel incredible.”
when you finally seated yourself fully on him, you froze, overwhelmed by the deep, full ache.
“you okay?” he asked softly, rubbing your hip with his thumb, giving you all the time you need to adjust to him.
you nodded, voice shaky, “it feels… so full. so good.”
“move whenever you’re ready,” he said, letting you keep control, placing a soft open mouthed kiss on your shoulder blade.
you started slowly, lifting yourself up and sinking back down in shallow strokes, adjusting to the stretch. the friction built with each movement, pulling soft moans from your lips.
“yeah, baby, that’s perfect,” he praised, “riding me so well. look at you… making yourself feel good on my cock.”
his praises made you bolder, your pace picking up, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.
“oh, fuck—” you gasped, pushing back harder, chasing the heat coiling low in your belly, your jaw slacking open, eyes already rolling back at the feel of him inside you.
“that’s it,” jaemin groaned, his voice raw now, “god, i could watch you take me like this all night. the perfect little virgin…not so innocent now, huh?”
you whimpered at the mix of praise and filth, your thighs starting to burn from the effort.
he noticed instantly, “you’re getting tired, aren’t you?”
“a little—” you admitted between breaths.
your pace was steady but slowing, your thighs starting to ache from the effort of bouncing on him. jaemin’s hands stayed firm on your hips, guiding your movements without stealing control — yet.
then, his grip tightened just slightly, and his voice dropped, darker now.
“you wanna know what the difference is between your dildo and me?”
the change in tone made your pulse spike. you glanced back over your shoulder at him, his eyes already locked on you — darker, hungrier, his jaw tight.
“what?” you gulped, your voice softer, almost cautious.
he leaned in just enough for his breath to fan over your ear, his words low and deliberate.
“i can fuck you until you can’t speak.”
a shiver shot through you, your breath catching.
“tell me sweet girl, do you want that?”
“yes–yes–please–jaem—”
you couldn’t even finish begging. his hands clamped firmly around your hips, and in the next breath, he was driving up into you with deep, unrelenting thrusts. the sound of skin meeting skin was loud, filthy, filling the cozy room.
you gasped sharply, your arms bracing against his thighs, each stroke hit deeper, harder, dragging sweet, desperate moans from your throat.
“jaemin—ohhh—fuck!”
“yeah, baby,” he groaned, his voice rough now, each word punctuated by the snap of his hips, “feel that? that’s what your toy could never give you. real heat, real weight—fucking you open for me.”
your fingers clenched, nails digging on his thighs, earning a hiss from him, the force of his thrusts pushing you forward slightly each time, “feels so— god—so good—i—”
he chuckled darkly, his grip tightening, “can’t even finish your sentences now, huh? losing your words for me.”
every stroke had you gasping louder, your words turning into incoherent moans, you’re pretty sure you unlocked a new language. your body arched on instinct as the fullness and friction became almost overwhelming.
“you’re taking me so well,” he praised through a groan, sweat starting to bead at his temples, “already hugging my cock like you were made for it.”
his deep, relentless rhythm, his voice in your ear, and the burn of finally being taken like this had your orgasm building fast.
“jaemin— i-i’m gonna—”
“come, baby,” he growled, his hips moving even faster, his voice toeing the line between command and praise, “come on the cock that just ruined you for anyone else.”
your climax hit hard as your second orgasm took over, your jaw slacking open in a silent scream, eyes rolling so far back you saw white, your body clenched violently around him, the only thing keeping you up is his strong hand around your waist.
jaemin groaned at the tight squeeze, fucking you through every pulse until finally letting you collapse forward, trembling, your face hitting the sheets.
only then did he slow, his hands smoothing over your sides, grounding you as your breath tried to steady. your body melted into the sheets, eyes completely shut in pure bliss, still catching your breath, the aftershocks of your orgasm pulsing through you.
jeamin eased out of you slowly, his palm warm on your hip. you lay there for a moment, breathing hard, the deep ache between your thighs already settling in.
then he chuckled low, leaning over you, a hand massaging one of your ass cheeks.
“congratulations, baby. you’re officially not a virgin anymore.”
you laughed breathlessly, “god, i don’t know why i was so scared, i should’ve done this sooner.”
he grinned, settling by your side, brushing your hair back from your face, “so, i would say this was a success?”
your laughter softened into something warmer, finally turning your body around to lay down and face him, “it was…better than i could ever imagine. so much better.”
he shot you a soft smile before his eyes darkened just slightly.
“think you can take a little more?”
you didn’t even have to think, your body already ached for him again.
“yeah,” you murmured, already reaching for him and pulling him down toward you. this time, he settled between your legs, his knees pushing your thighs apart. your head almost at the foot of the bed.
he slid his hands up your calves, over your knees, until he was bracing himself above you, arm muscles flexing under the warm glow of the lamp, “i’m gonna make you feel it everywhere,” he said softly, his tone promising, “gonna make sure you don’t take any less than this from any other man.”
the head of his cock nudged at your entrance again and you moan at the feeling. he didn’t push in yet, instead, he leaned down to kiss you, slow at first, but quickly deepening. his tongue swept into your mouth, coaxing, until you were clutching at his shoulders just to keep up.
when he finally slid into you, it was in one slow, deliberate push, stretching you all over again with absolutely no warning. your gasp was swallowed by his mouth, his hips settling flush to yours.
“still so tight,” he groaned, his forehead pressing to yours, “god, you’re addicting.”
your hands slid down his back, nails grazing lightly over the muscle there, “fuck…you feel even bigger.”
he chuckled, pulling back just enough to look at you, his gaze hot and intent, “tell me how you want it this time, baby.”
“just…fuck me…please,” you breathed and that was all he needed.
his hips began to move — slow at first, deep, deliberate thrusts that had you gasping with each one. the stretch was sharper this way, every inch of him dragging against you. then he picked up the pace, his thrusts sharper, harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the cozy, lamplit room.
“jaemin–” you moaned, your mind only had room for his name, your back arching off the bed, hips meeting every one of his thrusts like your body had a mind of its own.
“that’s it,” he growled, his voice rougher now, “take me deep, nobody else will ever get to fuck you for the first time like this.”
the possessive edge made your stomach flip, your nails digging into his shoulder, “jaemin–”
he kissed you again, messy and heated, while his hips kept driving into you, the friction building fast.
“you’re already clenching around me,” he groaned, his voice breaking, “you’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you?”
“yes—fuck—yes—”
“do it,” he commanded, his thrusts growing rougher, “let me feel you lose it on me again.”
it didn’t take long — his deep, relentless rhythm and that filthy praise had you spiraling fast. you were starting to learn that besides loving nipple-play, you definitely had a praise kink.
your third orgasm hit with a choked cry, body locking around him, squeezing so tight he groaned against your mouth. he kept moving, milking every pulse until you were trembling beneath him, your hands clutching at him like you didn’t want to let go.
jaemin stayed pressed deep inside you, his hips flush against yours, letting you feel the pulses of your pussy clenching and unclenching around him. his gaze stayed locked on your face watching every little reaction.
then one of his hands slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit like he’d been planning it all along.
“holy fuck—” you gasped instantly, eyes snapping open, your cunt clenching even tighter around him.
he groaned at the instant way your body reacts to him, his voice low and steady, “you’re already so sensitive aren’t you? let’s see how much you can really take.”
he started slow, rubbing lazy circles over your sensitive bud, his cock just sitting perfectly inside you, sitting against your walls, unmoving.
your breath caught on every measured circle of his fingered, the pressure on your clit already making your stomach clench, “oh my god—”
“look at you,” he murmured, watching your face like it was his favorite thing in the world, “falling apart for me already.”
you whimpered, your hands gripping his biceps, “its—it’s too much—”
“too much?” his smirk darkened and instead of easing up, he pressed a little harder, circling faster.
“i’m not even moving my cock baby, this is just my fingers,” he whispered, brushing his lips along your jaw as his fingers continued to play your clit with ruthless precision.
your hips bucked up, voice breaking into breathless moans, “jaemin—i—i can’t—”
“yes you can.” he says sweetly, playfully, teasingly, but his own breathing is rough now due to how hard you were clenching around him and the amount of self control he was holding on to to not fuck you senseless.
“you’re gonna come so hard on my cock…just like this.”
before you know it, the pressure inside you coiled tighter, your thighs trembled around him. every roll of his fingers pushed you closer until it was all too much to contain. your fourth orgasm tore through you, just like that. just like he said you would — your back arching violently off the bed, a silent cry ripping from your throat.
the rush was blinding, every nerve in your body lighting up as your walls clenched around him in relentless waves.
“fuck—” jaemin groaned by your ear, keeping his fingers moving to draw every last spasm from you.
you were shaking by the time it passed, your chest heaving, your nails dragging down his back in aftershock. you’d never felt anything like it — it was raw, all-consuming, dizzying in the best way possible.
he brushed his fingers over your clit one last time, making you twitch hard, before finally pulling out, making you whine — already missing the stretch he provided. he chuckled softly, kissing the corner of your mouth.
it was only when your head cleared enough that you realized jaemin was still hard inside the condom — his breathing rough but nowhere near the edge you’d just fallen over.
you turned your head to look at him, “you didn’t…?”
he smiled faintly, brushing damp hair from your cheek, “tonight’s about you, baby.”
you bit your lip, “can i…?” you hesitated for only a second before adding, “can i give you a blowjob?”
his brows lifted, something dark sparking in his eyes, “you want to?”
you nodded, your voice low but certain, “yeah. i’ve never given one… but i want to.”
that was all it took for him to roll onto his back, one arm folded under his head, the other reaching to pull you closer, “then come here, sweet girl. let me teach you.”
you crawled down between his legs, ignoring the soreness between your thighs, and the way your legs were trembling with every move. your eyes flick to where the condom still hugged him, his cock flushed and thick.
“first,” he said, voice dipping low, “take that off for me.”
you wrapped your fingers around the base, giving it a cautious squeeze before rolling the condom up and off. his hiss was instant, his head tipping back slightly.
“fuck—your hands are warm…”
you couldn’t help but glance up at his face, the way his jaw flexed as you stroked him lightly just to feel the weight of him in your palm.
“now,” he murmured, his eyes finding yours again, “start with just the tip. lick it, get used to the taste. don’t rush.”
you nod, leaning in, your tongue flicking over the sensitive head. he groaned — deep, low, his hips twitching just slightly.
“yeah, just like that. god, your mouth is warm.”
encouraged, you wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked lightly, your hand stroking the rest of him in time. his groan was louder this time, his eyes fluttering shut.
“mmm—fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he praised, his voice turning breathier, “such a pretty little mouth… made for this.”
you found yourself wanting to hear more of those sounds, more of that voice. you pushed down further, taking more of him in, your tongue pressing along the underside.
his reaction was instant — a sharp breath, his hand fisting lightly in the sheets, “oh— fuck, that’s it, sweet girl. just like that.”
the more you moved, the more you realized how much you liked the act itself — the fullness in your mouth, the weight of him on your tongue, the way he groaned whenever you hollowed your cheeks.
“god, you’re doing so well,” he panted, “you’re already better than you think you are.”
that praise made something in you click, and you started bobbing your head with a steadier rhythm, your hand twisting lightly at the base as you sucked. his hips shifted, just enough to meet your movements.
“fuck, yes—” he groaned, his voice cracking slightly, “you’re gonna ruin me if you keep that up.”
you hummed around him in response, and the vibration made him curse, his hand reaching down to cup the back of your head, fingers bunching your hair up, not forcing — just guiding.
“take a little more,” he urged, his voice dropping into that darker register again, “i know you can.”
you relaxed your throat, sinking down further until he hit the back of it, your eyes watering slightly. he groaned loud at the feeling, his other hand gripping the sheet tight.
“oh my god, baby— fuck—”
you pulled back slowly, saliva trailing from your lips to the tip, and he hissed at the sight, “shit— you’re gonna make me come—”
instead of slowing, you leaned back in, mouth sealing around him again, sucking harder now. his groans turned almost desperate, a mix of pleasure and that edge of overstimulation.
“baby—ah— fuck, you’re… fuck, it’s too good—”
you liked hearing him like that, liked the way his voice broke. you kept going, your tongue swirling around the head each time you pulled up, your hand stroking him in perfect sync.
he was almost panting now, his thighs tensing under your hands, “you’re… oh, fuck— you’re not stopping, are you?”
you shook your head just enough for him to feel it, your mouth still working him relentlessly.
“god, you’re gonna kill me,” he groaned, his voice frayed, “pretty little mouth— i swear, i’ll never forget this.”
he really did have a way with words. a way that made you feel special. like you weren’t just one of the many clients he pleases everyday.
his breathing was ragged now, his abs tightening under your hands as you kept working him — the slick sounds of your mouth and his soft, desperate groans filling the warm, quiet room.
“baby—” he gasped, his voice breaking on the word, “i’m close— fuck, i’m so close.”
you didn’t slow down. if anything, you got hungrier for it, twisting your hand in a tighter rhythm at the base while your mouth sank down on him again, your tongue pressing hard along the underside.
jaemin swore, his hand cupping the back of your head like he needed the anchor, “shit— don’t stop— you feel so good, baby, just like that—”
his thighs flexed, hips jerking up as his breath caught, “fuck— i’m gonna—”
and then he broke, his groan low and guttural as his release hit. the heat spilled into your mouth in hot, pulsing bursts, his body shuddering under your touch.
“ah— fuck, baby—” his voice was wrecked now, his hips still twitching as you kept your mouth on him, swallowing what you could, your lips milking him through every last wave.
it was only when his hand gave a gentle squeeze to the back of your head that you finally eased off, pulling back slowly with a soft, wet pop. his cock twitched against your hand, still sensitive, his breath coming in heavy pulls.
“you…” he out a breathless laugh, his head falling back against the pillows, “you just tried to suck my soul out, didn’t you?”
you grinned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, ignoring the taste, “maybe a little.”
he shook his head, still smiling between pants, “you’re dangerous.”
he tugged you up the bed until you were sitting between his legs, his careful hands smoothing over your arms and sides like he was checking you for damage. he was gentle now. like someone flipped the switch on him.
“are you okay?” he asked softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek.
you nodded, still flushed and a little dazed, “yeah… more than okay.”
he smiled — that warm, sweet curve that felt like it was just for you — before leaning in to kiss your temple.
“good girl. you were so perfect for me tonight.”
your heart fluttered at the praise, but then his hands slid lower, over your hips, and back between your thighs. you were still wet — slick from your orgasm earlier and all the noises he made. your body still humming.
you bit your lip, “i… i’m still—”
“wet?” his smile turned into something a little smug, “yeah, i can feel it,” he pressed his palm lightly against your heat, making you gasp.
you frowned, half embarrassed, half curious, “is that normal?”
his laugh was warm but teasing, “baby, you just lost your virginity. you unlocked something. you might be wet for days.”
you snorted despite yourself, “shit. i’m in trouble.”
he winked, flipping you over so that you were laying down again and lowering himself down the bed, “not if you just book me for the rest of the week.”
before you could answer, he was sliding down your body, kissing his way past your stomach, pausing to mouth at the curve of your hip before settling between your thighs. he gently coaxed your legs open, looking up at you with that sweet, boyish smile that somehow made everything feel safe — even when your pulse was already racing.
“one more. let me make you come one last time…my way.”
“jaemin—” you started, but the rest of your thought vanished when his tongue slid over you in one slow, deliberate stroke.
“just relax,” he said softly, “enjoy it.”
you gasped, your hips twitching as the wet heat of his mouth closed over your clit, sucking gently. the sensation shot straight through you, the afterglow haze giving way to a sharp, building pleasure. your back arched instantly, a soft moan escaping before you could stop it.
“mmm, i could eat you out for days,” he murmured against you before diving back in. he started with light, teasing flicks of his tongue before sealing his lips around your clit, sucking just hard enough to make your toes curl. the steady, precise rhythm had you gasping in seconds.
“jaemin—” you reached down, your fingers tangling in his hair, “oh my god—”
he glanced up at you briefly, his eyes dark and warm, before focusing right back on you. one hand slipped up to press flat against your lower stomach, holding you steady as he worked you over with unrelenting precision.
then his hands cupped your breasts, kneading gently before rolling your nipples between his fingers.
“oh my god!—” you gasped, the dual sensation making your back arch instantly.
he sucked your clit into his mouth while his fingers tugged and pinched at your nipples in perfect rhythm, each pull sending sharp little shocks of pleasure straight to your core.
“don’t stop—please—don’t stop–”
his groan vibrated against you, his fingers curling into your breasts like he wanted to keep you pinned in place while he worked you over. he alternated between swirling his tongue over your clit and flicking it, all while massaging and tugging at your nipples in a way that made your thighs tremble.
“jaemin— i’m— oh, fuck—”
“come on, baby,” he coaxed, his voice warm and commanding all at once, “let me have you one more time. be my sweet girl.”
the pressure between your legs and on your nipples pushed you over the edge fast, your fifth orgasm tearing through you with only sighs of his name, hips lifting off the bed.
still, he didn’t stop. licking you through every pulse while giving your nipples one last slow roll, making your entire body shudder.
“good job, baby” he encouraged, slipping two fingers inside you without breaking rhythm, not giving you enough room to breathe.
“give me one last one. let me end the night right.”
his mouth and fingers worked together perfectly — his tongue focused on your clit while his fingers curled inside you, finding that spot instantly.
your breath came fast, you can’t even speak anymore, there was nothing on your brain but this feeling, your thighs trembling as the pleasure built hard and fast. and before you could warn him. you broke with a sharp cry, your sixth orgasm crashing over you so quickly, almost violently.
only when you finally collapsed back into the pillows, shaking and panting, eyes shut, did he give one last slow lick before kissing the inside of your thigh and sitting up.
“there we go,” he said, his tone shifting back to sweet, letting you finally catch your breath, your eyes still sealed, breathing slowly slowing down, mind still reeling with no care in the world but the high you’re feeling now.
he let you feel it all, not breaking the spell as he quietly moved around the room, grabbing the towel he had prepared. he wiped you down with gentle care, murmuring soft praise as he worked, making you finally open your eyes.
“you feeling okay?” he asks, a soft smile on his lips.
you nod, “yeah, that—that was amazing.”
jaemin helped you sit up slowly, his hand steady at your back like he was making sure your legs wouldn’t give out. you slipped off the bed, still feeling pleasantly dazed, and he crouched briefly to grab your clothes from the floor
once you were dressed again, jaemin helped smooth the hem of your top into place before stepping back, “perfect,” he muttered, then guided you toward the door. his palm resting at the small of your back, the heat of his touch still grounding you after everything that had just happened.
“you did amazing tonight,” he said warmly, his voice slipping back toward the gentle professionalism you remembered from the consultation, “hope i didn’t set your standards too high,” he teased playfully.
you glanced over your shoulder at him, smirking, “oh, you did. ruined me for anyone else.”
that earned you one of his bright, sweet-boy smiles — the kind that felt almost disarming after the filth that had fallen from his lips earlier, “guess i’ll be seeing you around here a lot then.”
you laughed, shaking your head, “we’ll see.”
he guided you a few more steps down the softly lit hallway, his arm brushing yours now and then, until you reached the door that led to the reception area. he stopped there, leaning a shoulder casually against the wall.
“this is where i leave you,” he said lightly, “once you go through, you’re back in taeyong’s capable hands.”
“guess this is goodbye, then,” you said, the corners of your mouth twitching.
“for now.” his tone stayed light, playful.
he held out his hand, palm open between you — a polite, professional handshake to close the session. you slipped your hand into his, the shake firm but warm, his thumb brushing over your knuckles just once before letting go.
“take care, ms. y/n, it was a pleasure to be your first,” he said, that gentle professionalism back in place.
“god,” you giggled, placing your hand in his, “the pleasure was all mine…literally.”
you share one last laugh before finally pushing open the door and stepping into the glow of reception.
✚ END OF SESSION ✚
the quiet behind you shifted to the low hum of taeyong’s voice as he looked up from his desk, already wearing that knowing smile.
“all set?” he asked.
you nodded, still feeling a little warm under the collar, “yeah.”
“perfect. that would be charged to the card on the file,” he said, clicking a few things on his computer before standing and reaching for a black gift bag from under the counter.
he handed it to you with both hands, “this is for you…a little something from our donors…complimentary with your first session.”
you glanced inside just enough to catch a glimpse of a folded hoodie and what looked like a chilled bottled drink and the words
thank you for trusting neo orgasm clinic with your satisfaction
you let out a soft, “thank you.”
“we hope to see you again,” taeyong replied smoothly, “have a good night,” he added with a polite bow of his head.
you smiled at him before giving a little wave and turning towards the exit.
as the glass door closed behind you, you caught your reflection in it — hair slightly mussed, cheeks still flushed, lips curved in the kind of smile you didn’t even have to think about.
the clinic’s soft lighting followed you out into the parking lot, and you realized you were walking slower than usual — partly because of the soreness, but also because you didn’t want the bubble of warmth and calm to break.
for years, losing your virginity had been this looming, nerve-wracking thing, and now… it was done. not with fumbling hands and awkward silence, but with someone who’d made you laugh, made you feel safe, and made you come harder than you thought possible. and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
when you slid into the driver’s seat, you clicked on the overhead light, casting a warm glow over the black bag sitting in your lap. curiosity got the better of you before you even started the engine. you peeled back the tissue paper and peeked inside.
first thing you pulled out was a folded hoodie — soft, heavy cotton in crisp white, the bold black lettering across the chest making you choke on a laugh.
ORGASM DONOR
you shook your head, still grinning as you dug further. your fingers closed around a bottle, and when you lifted it into the light, condensation beaded down the side. it was a sleek glass bottle of iced coffee — the good kind, cold and clearly just pulled from a fridge.
a laugh slipped out before you could stop it, “they really know their branding.”
you set the hoodie aside, popped the lid off the coffee, and took a long sip — the sweet, chilled bitterness grounding you enough to remember the last thing you wanted to do before heading home.
grabbing your phone, you tapped open the orgasm donor portal. jaemin’s profile popped up immediately, the “donor of the month” badge gleaming next to his name, that same easy smile in his photo that had greeted you at the start.
your chest gave a small, warm squeeze. you’d gone into tonight scared you’d regret this, but instead you were sitting here feeling… lucky. like you’d been given the perfect start.
you hit the five-star rating without hesitation and began typing in the comment box:
lost my virginity to jaemin tonight and it was the best experience ever. everyone’s right, he’s sweet and gentle, but knows exactly when to take control. made me feel safe, made me laugh, made me learn more things about myself AND gave me more orgasms than i thought were possible all in one night. 13/10 would book again.
you hit submit, watching the little confirmation banner flash at the top of the screen.
setting your phone down, you glanced toward the softly lit clinic doors in your rearview mirror. the hoodie sat beside you, the coffee still cool in your hand, and for the first time in years, the thought of your virginity — of sex — didn’t feel heavy or complicated. it just felt… good.
and somewhere behind those pristine white doors, donor jaemin was already reviewing his next file. another client. another list of goals. another carefully measured beginning.
✚ APPOINTMENT STATUS: COMPLETE ✚
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BONUS: #1. #2. #3. #4. #5.
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an: round of applause for our second donor, jaemin, please! again, sorry this is so late :( it’s been a busy first week of august. i haven’t gotten a chance to read this whole thing in one sitting so i’m sorry if there are errors and typos here and there. and a little reminder — this whole entire concept is supposed to be silly! i hope you had fun reading it! please don’t take it too seriously.
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pairing: donor! na jaemin x client! reader | genre: smut | words: 9k+
warnings: STRICTLY 18+
an: donor jaemin is here! would like to apologize for pushing this back and not posting on the original date. it was a busy birthday week for mark, jaemin and i lol but he’s here now! and he WILL talk you through it. almost forgot to say, i know he has platinum hair in his picture but i did imagine him with dark hair. feel free to choose which one you want. hope you like it. have fun reading! - with love, c.
you’d been told losing your virginity would just happen someday. but now here you are, in your twenty-somethings and still hadn’t experienced what it’s like to be fucked. the years rolled on, situationships came and went, and somehow, you were still waiting for that mythical right time.
it wasn’t about romance, though that would have been nice, it was about trust. about knowing whoever you chose wouldn’t fumble through it, or worse, treat it like it was nothing. and none of the guys you’ve been with ever gave you that reassurance. none of them ever gave you a good enough reason to want to lose it.
now here you were, on your own personal choice, holding on to your virginity for so long, that there’s absolutely no way you were going to accept anything less than good. but lately the waiting started to feel less like choice and more like…inertia.
so when you stumbled upon a tiktok video, posted by a random account rambling on and on about how she had her first ever orgasm at the neo orgasm clinic, curiosity sparked. you went on to watch more, everyone pointing out that this clinic has licensed professionals in achieving the perfect orgasm.
but it wasn’t orgasms you had a problem with. you’ve had plenty of those — with your hand, your vibrator, your dildo’s, you knew exactly what your body needed to get there. you just never trusted anyone else enough to get you there.
just then — a review talking about how every donor works around their client to ensure trust and safety throughout the process, was your final answer.
this sounded insane. this sounded tempting. this sounded like a sign from the fucking universe.
✚ BOOK NOW ✚
the more you researched about the clinic, the more your curiosity morphed into determination. you opened the neo orgasm clinic’s online website and scrolled through its crisp white interface, soft blue lettering promising safe, healthy, satisfying orgasms for women.
the sign up form was simple but thorough.
step 1: medical verification. a form requesting a recent full panel of STI test within the last month.
step 2: sexual preferences and boundaries. the screen lit up with a list and instructions
check all acts you’re open to exploring with your donor. this does not guarantee they will occur. your donor will review and operate within your boundaries.
you hesitated, getting nervous with every checkbox. besides kissing and an unsatisfying fingering from some guy in your past, you’ve never had another human being do these things to you. you’re not even sure what you like. or if you’ll like it. you checked the ones that seemed simple enough:
☑️ clitoral simulation
☑️ dirty talk
☑️ dry humping
☑️ domination
☑️ fingering
☑️ kissing
☑️ nipple play
☑️ oral
☑️ orgasm control
☑️ overstimulation
☑️ praise
☑️ vaginal penetration
you hovered over more intense options like choking, slapping, degradation, but you don’t think you’re ready for that. one step at a time. right now, all you wanted was to finally lose your virginity and have a good time while doing so.
step 3: why are you booking this appointment?
you typed:
i’ve been holding on to my virginity because i didn’t want to waste it on someone careless. i want my frist time to feel good, not awkward. i want to feel safe and still be completely wrecked. i want to know what it’s like when someone actually knows what they’re doing and isn’t trying to guess where the clit is.
step 4: choose your donor
the profiles were all impressive but one person pulled you in immediately — na jaemin. donor of the month. his reviews weren’t just good. they were glowing.
“made me feel like the only girl in the world. came three times before he even got his pants off.”
“he’s so sweet and gentle but knows exactly when to take over and ruin you in the best way.”
“he talked me through my nerves like it was nothing. best decision i’ve ever made. will definitely come back for a second session.”
and the most common one of all:
“i’ve never felt more safe with a donor. jaemin gives you the space to explore what you want and he has such a way with words i wasn’t sure if i wanted to cry or have him fuck me into the next life.”
you didn’t even finish reading the rest of his reviews. you clicked BOOK NOW
Neo Orgasm Clinic Consultation: CONFIRMED
Donor: Jaemin Na
Date of Consultation: August 13, 2025
your heart was pounding so fast. this is it. it’s finally happening. this was the starts of your journey to finally losing your so called purity.
✚ THE CONSULTATION ✚
after booking your appointment, you did more research and to say you were excited was an understatement. every review you’ve read about jaemin was spectacular. everyone was gushing about their experience with him. you’ve never felt more ready to lose your virginity than in this moment.
but as soon as you walked into the clinic, your nerves took over. the reality of walking into a clinic where someone was going to professionally take away your “innocence” felt…surreal.
the neo orgasm clinic didn’t help with its perfection — warm, cream walls, soft golden lighting, faint notes of lavender and eucalyptus in the air. everything was designed to be calm, relaxing, inviting. still, your pulse was in your throat.
the receptionist, taeyong, with his sharp suit, glossy hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, smiled when you approached.
“good morning, welcome to the neo orgasm clinic, is this your first consultation?” he asked from behind his computer, a warm smile on his lips.
”yeah,” you admitted, voice soft.
he asked for your full name then pulled up your file with a knowing glance, “ahh, you’re jaemin’s first client for today.
taeyong slid a sleek tablet across the desk, “please take a seat and kindly review your file, click agree if no changes need to be made. consent is required for everything. jaemin should be out any minute now.”
you nodded, grabbing the tablet from him and taking a seat, looking at your file one last time before clicking agree. the screen thanked you and welcomed you officially to the program just in time — the doors to the consultation rooms opened and then he walked in.
na jaemin. he wasn’t what you expected. where you thought you’d see someone intimidating, maybe a little smug, you saw…warmth. black slacks, a soft blue sweater, dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. he had the kind of smile that felt like sunlight — not just charming, but genuinely happy to see you.
“ms. y/n?” his voice was smooth, deep, but not heavy. you nodded as he extended his hand. his grip was firm but easy, like he wanted you to know you could pull away if you wanted.
“i’m jaemin, it’s nice to meet you. come follow me…don’t worry, no one’s taking their clothes off today,” he teased lightly, eyes glinting.
the consultation room looked more like a cozy lounge than anything clinical — plush sofa, plants, soft light. jaemin motioned for you to sit, placing a cup of fresh water on the table in front of you before settling across from you with a tablet in his lap.
“alright ms. y/n,” he started, voice kind but purposeful, “this is your time, so i want to hear from you…why are you here, what you want out of this and what would make you feel safe the entire time.”
you hesitated, staring into your glass, “...i’ve never…had sex before.”
he nodded slowly, like you’d told him the most normal thing in the world, “thank you for telling me. that’s not something you have to be embarrassed about.”
“im…not embarrassed,” you lied, cheeks turning pink. you exhaled, “i just…i don’t want my first time to be bad. i want to actually…enjoy it. and i want someone who’ll know when to slow down and when to…,” your words faltered, embarrassment taking over.
“take over?” he finished gently.
your cheeks warmed under his gaze, you were sure you looked like a tomato “...yeah.”
jaemin’s gaze softened, “i can do that,” he said simply.
“since this is your first time, may i ask if this will also be your first orgasm?” he asks softly but professionally.
you nod your head no, refusing to meet his gaze. he analyzes your body language, sensing your nerves.
“you don’t have to be embarrassed. not with me,” he reassures sweetly, “this is a judgment free zone. the more you open up to me, the more positive your results will be,” he finishes with a soft smile.
you let out an awkward cough, nodding your head slowly, mustering up the courage to admit, “i…i’ve used toys before. i’m not completely clueless,” you admitted, cheeks heating, “dildos, vibrators…i’ve even tried a few combinations. but it’s different when it’s you doing it yourself, you know? i can make myself feel good, sure, but i’ve never trusted anyone else enough to do it for me.”
his expression didn’t change, but his voice dropped into something warmer, “that’s not unusual. it’s harder to give other people control.”
you gave a small laugh, looking down at your hands, “yeah….so basically i’ve got plenty of hardware experience but zero field training.”
that earned you one of his quick, sudden smiles, the kind that made you feel like you were just friends having a casual conversation, “then we’ll make sure your first field exercise is a success.”
you shook your head at the phrasing but couldn’t help to smile back, “you sound so confident about that.”
“because i am,” he set the tablet down, leaning forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees, “you’ve already done the hard part. you know your body enough to know what feels good. my job is to connect that to that way someone else touches you. that’s it.”
your chest tightened from the way he said it. like it was simple. like there wasn’t a risk of awkward fumbling or disappointment.
“and,” he added, his gaze locking onto yours, “if you let me, i’ll make sure your first time isn’t just good – it’s the standard you measure everything else against."
your pulse skipped, “that’s a dangerous promise.”
he grinned slow and lazy, “that’s not a promise. that’s a guarantee.”
you rolled your eyes, but heat pooled low in your belly, “what if i get nervous and freeze?”
“then you’ll hear me,” his tone softened, but the undercurrent of authority was still there, “here’s how it works — you set the pace. you can stop me anytime. i’ll talk you through it. keep you in it. if you want to take control, i’ll follow your lead. if you want me to take over, i’ll know.”
you let out a small laugh, “you sound very sure about all of that.”
“oh, i’m sure,” he said with a quiet laugh, leaning back on his chair, “so what do you say ms. y/n, are you free on the sixteenth?”
a small smile crept up on your face, nodding your head once, “i’ll see you on the sixteenth.”
his smile turned just a little sharper, “you will.”
Neo Orgasm Clinic Session: CONFIRMED
Client: Y/N L/N
Donor: Jaemin Na
Date of Session: August 16, 2025
✚ THE APPOINTMENT ✚
you were five minutes late. not because you’d actually arrived late — no. you’d been parked outside for fifteen minutes, hands clenched on the steering wheel, trying to calm your nerves down.
this was the day.
was this pathetic? maybe. maybe you should’ve just gone the cliché route and picked some loser at the bar who could give you the worst five minutes of your life, like a normal person. but that thought immediately made your skin crawl so with all your courage, you finally stepped out of the car and walked into the clinic.
this was it. there’s no backing out now.
the familiar lighting of the clinic wrapped around you like blanket but it didn’t stop your legs from feeling weak. taeyong gave you that same knowing smile, this time gesturing towards the other door, labeled private suites.
“suite 13 – jaemin’s ready for you.”
the words sent a hot twist through your stomach. you walked through the private suites hallway, eyes scanning each polished gold number until you found 13. your palms were damp when you pushed open the door. and then…you finally released the breath you’d been holding.
the room wasn’t clinical. it wasn’t sleek like a hotel either. it looked like a bedroom you might actually live in — warm, golden light spilling from a low lamp on the nightstand, soft throw blankets draped across a neatly made bed, a small bookshelf tucked in the corner stacked with paperbacks. a woven rug softened the floor and a faint scent of vanilla drifted through the air.
it felt safe. it felt like home.
and in the middle of it all was jaemin, wearing a pair of grey sweats and a plain black t-shirt like this was just a normal netflix and chill and not a session booked between a donor and his client.
his head popped up at the sound of the door and his smile was instant, “there you are,” he said softly, “i thought for a minute there, you wouldn’t show up.”
you laughed nervously, “i…got a little nervous.”
jaemin’s smile softened into something warmer, sweeter. he crossed the room with unhurried steps, stopping just close enough that you could smell his faint, clean scent under the vanilla in in the air.
“that’s okay,” he murmured, “you’re here now.”
he kept his tone light but steady as he held your gaze, “before we start, i just want to remind you that you’re in control. everything we do is with your consent. you can change your mind at any time, about anything. no questions asked.”
you nodded, your shoulders easing just slightly, “okay.”
“and for tonight,” he went on, “i’m going to let you take the lead. we’ll move at your pace until you’re comfortable and when you’re ready, you don’t have to worry about anything else, i got you,” his mouth tipped into the faintest smirk, not cocky, just enough to hint that he knew exactly when that moment would be.
your lips quirked into a small smile despite yourself, “alright.”
he stepped back, giving you space, “then, why don’t you come here and show me what you want?”
the nervous flutter in your stomach didn’t go away but it shifted into something warmer, something that made you step forward, closing the distance between you. you took a breath before your fingers brushed the hem of his shirt, slowly sliding up over the soft fabric, testing the feel of him under your hands.
jaemin’s eyes didn’t leave yours, his smile faint but encouraging, “you want me, baby?”
the nickname caught you off guard but you nod anyway, eyes wide, almost like you were caught in some type of trance. maybe this is what the walls here do to you.
“you have me, sweet girl,” he murmured, voice low and coaxing.
he took your hand and led you toward the bed. the mattress dipped as he sat down at the edge of it. then he gave your hips a gentle tug, guiding you to step between his knees. the invitation was wordless but clear and when you swung a leg over to straddle him, his hands instinctively found your waist.
“that’s it,” he praised, the corner of his mouth lifting, “take what you want, pretty.”
your nerves still hummed under your skin but they were already being replaced by something hotter, heavier. before you could second guess yourself, you leaned in — your lips brushing his in a testing kiss.
jaemin met it instantly. not taking over but matching your pace, letting you set the rhythm. his mouth was warm and soft at first, coaxing you in with light, teasing pressure before parting slightly to deepen it. you tilted your head and that’s when his tongue slid against yours. slow at first then more deliberate, stroking and retreating, inviting you to follow.
“mmm,” he hummed into your mouth. a way to show you how much he was enjoying this. a way to give you a confidence boost. one of his hands slid up to rest between your shoulder blades, pulling you closer.
the kiss grew messier, wetter, your lips moving against his with a need that hadn’t been there minutes ago. his tongue teased along the roof of your mouth before curling under yours, drawing a soft, surprised sound from your throat.
he chuckled against your lips, “already making those pretty noises for me.”
you whined as your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him even closer, personal space nonexistent. he met your energy, tongue sliding deep into your mouth, tangling with yours in a way that made your thighs tighten around his hips.
jaemin’s hands roamed more now. one tracing the curve of your waist, the other splaying against the small of your back, pulling you until you were flushed against him. the heat radiating between you was dizzying.
“fuck…you taste so sweet,” he breathed when you broke for air.
and with every stroke of his tongue and each low murmur of praise, the nerves that had felt so suffocating in the car melted away completely. all that was left was the delicious weight of his body under yours and the slow, intoxicating way he let you explore him like you had all the time in the world.
your lips crashed back onto his, the kiss full of heat. jaemin matched you again, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a slow, confident drag before retreating, letting you chase him.
the hand on your back slid upward, curling around the back of your neck, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss further.
god, his hands were big.
the one at your waist tightened, pulling you down so your hips pressed flush to his. even through the fabric, you could feel the hard line of him — thick, hot, and unyielding — and the faint groan he let out at the contact made your pulse kick.
“that’s it,” he murmured against your lips, the warmth in his voice edged with something darker.
“grind on me, baby… take what’s yours.”
your hips obeyed before your brain caught up, rocking slowly at first, just enough for the drag of his cock under you to send sparks racing through your body. the frictions was maddening — denim against cotton, the heat of his body bleeding through both.
jaemin’s tongue tangled with yours again, hungrier now, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before sucking it lightly into his mouth. you gasped, hips pressing down harder, chasing the delicious friction.
he answered with a low groan, his hands anchoring you to him. one slid down over the curve of your ass, cupping it firmly, guiding your movements so you rocked over him just right — you swore your panties were stained with heat. the other traced up your side, skimming over the swell of your breast through your top. his thumb brushed deliberately over your nipple, the light friction making your breath hitch.
“fuck—” the sound slipped out before you could stop it.
he smiled against your mouth, his voice warm and teasing, “you like that, huh?”
you kissed him harder in answer, your hips grinding down with more intent. each roll sent a jolt of pleasure low in your belly and you felt his cock twitch under you through the layers of fabric.
“yeah…that’s it,” he murmured, his tone dropping lower, more deliberate, “god, you feel so good like this.”
your fingers gripped his shoulders like you needed to anchor yourself. he groaned into your mouth, the sound low and rough, and the vibration of it went straight through you.
jaemin’s large hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, palm warm against your bare skin. he traced the line of your spine slowly, deliberately, making you shiver before sliding back down to squeeze your hip and urging you forward again.
your breathing turned ragged. every movement was measured — he was letting you lead but the subtle pulls of his hands made each shift hotter, more purposeful, coaxing you toward that inevitable peak. the air between you felt thick, each breath mingling as the kiss grew messier, wetter, your tongues tangling with no hesitation now.
when his hand smoothed back up your stomach to cup your breast fully, his thumb circling over your nipple in slow, deliberate strokes, your hips stuttered against him, the rhythm breaking under the surge of sensation.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and warm, “you feel amazing… can i make you feel even better?”
“please,” you whispered against his lips, the word barely there, earning a soft knowing smile from him.
jaemin didn’t rush. he slid his hands down to the backs of your thighs, giving you a gentle squeeze before guiding you off his lap and onto the bed. the mattress dipped under your weight, soft blankets cushioning you as he followed, bracing himself above you.
his mouth found yours again, deeper this time, almost greedy. his big hands roamed deliberately over you, sliding under your shirt to stroke the warm skin of your stomach.
“let’s get this off,” he murmured, tugging lightly at the hem. you lifted your arms without thinking and he peeled your shirt away, tossing it aside before leaning back to take you in. his gaze lingered, slow and deliberate, before he bent to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.
“you’re gorgeous,” he breathed between kisses, his voice low and certain, like it wasn’t up for debate. his hands slid to your back, easily undoing your bra clasp. the straps slipped down your arms and then he was cupping your bare breasts in those large, warm hands, thumbs bruising over your hard nipples in slow circles that made tiny moans slip from your lips.
every action he takes making you learn more about yourself.
your fingers gripped his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, but he kept the pace maddeningly steady, “mmm, not yet,” he murmured against your skin, “i want you worked up for me.”
one hand trailed down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your bottoms. his eyes flicked up to meet yours, “can i take these off, pretty girl?”
you nodded and he slid them down, along with your panties, in one smooth motion, leaving you bare under his gaze. the heat in his eyes deepened, but his touch stayed gentle as he settled between your legs.
“you’re already soaked” he murmured, brushing the pads of his fingers over your folds in a slow stroke. his mouth curved into a faint smirk, “god, i love how virgins get wet so easily. your body knows exactly what it wants, sweet girl.”
a shiver ran through you at his words, your breath hitching as his finger slipped inside easily, the stretch making you gasp softly.
“oh my —” the sound broke into a moan when he curled it slightly, brushing over something that made your toes curl. he kissed you again, swallowing the sound as his other hand gripped your hip.
“relax for me,” he whispered, curling his finger inside you, “that’s it,” he praised, leaning down to kiss your jaw, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke, “take me in, baby, you feel so fucking good around just one finger.”
when he added the second, the stretch was fuller, warmer, pulling another moan from you, your hips bucking to his touch.
“ohhh jaemin—”
“feels good, baby?”
you nodded, breathless, “so good—”
“good,” he soothed, his voice honey-sweet but still dripping heat, “let’s make sure you’re ready for me.”
your hips started to move with him, chasing the friction. he let you, his pace steady, curling his fingers just right with every stroke. his thumb found your clit then, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made your hips twitch and your toes curl. the pressure built fast, your thighs tensing around his hand. you bite your lip, trying to control your moans.
“don’t hold back,” he urged, his voice dropping lower, “let me hear you’re pretty sounds.”
you moaned again, this one louder, your head tipping back against the pillows.
“oh, fuck that feels—”
“yeah, i can feel it,” he murmured, curling his fingers in perfect rhythm with his thumb’s pressure, “this pretty pussy’s gripping me so tight.”
your thighs started to tremble as the pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. his fingers thrusted perfectly, hitting your sweet spot every time, thumb rubbing in perfect circles that had you breaking so much faster than you could ever make yourself break.
“i–i’m close—”
“then come for me,” he coaxed, his tone a perfect mix of command and comfort, “come all over my finger, baby. show me how sweet you are when you let go.”
the combination of his words and the relentless, precise pressure was too much – your first orgasm hit fast, your moan breaking into a cry as you clenched around him, back arching to his touch.
“good girl,” he groaned softly, working you through it, “fuck you’re perfect. squeezing me so tight.”
you gasped his name again, hips jerking as he kept moving just long enough to draw every last ripple from you before slowing.
when he finally pulled his fingers free, he licked his fingers slowly, making sure you were watching. the sight of it enough to keep the heat ignited in between your legs, “mmm, you taste even better,” he praised before pressing a slow kiss against your lips, letting you taste yourself on him.
you felt dizzy. jaemin let you catch your breath, brushing his thumb over your hip in slow circles before breaking the quiet.
“how do you usually fuck yourself?” he asked casually, like he was asking your favorite coffee order, except his voice was rougher now, threaded with heat and his eyes were a shade darker.
you hesitated, snapping back into reality, cheeks warming, voice soft, mind still stuck between a dream and reality, “i…i usually put the dildo behind me and…sit on it.”
his mouth curved, the kind of smile that felt dangerous in the best way, “you want to do it that way now?”
you nodded, pulse quickening, the heat in your stomach untamed, he was trying to make this feel the most comfortable for you and you appreciate it a lot.
“yes.” you reply with no doubt in your mind.
jaemin leaned back, reaching for the condom on the nightstand. he tore it open with practiced ease, rolling it down over himself while keeping his eyes locked on you, “then get into position, sweet girl.”
you moved to your hands and knees, heart pounding, and he shifted behind you on the bed, one big hand steady on your hip.
“come here,” he murmured, guiding you back toward him until you could feel the hot, thick press of him nudging between your folds. he ran himself along your slit slowly, coating himself in your slick before pausing at your entrance.
his voice dropped to a low growl —
“c’mon, baby… fuck yourself on my cock. take your virginity.”
the words sent a shiver through you. this was it. you are finally going to lose your virginity. and all you could think about was how much you wanted it. how much you craved it.
you took a breath then pushed back, feeling the thick head stretch you open. the sensation was sharper, fuller than anything your toys had ever given you, your breath catching in your throat.
“go ahead, you’re in control, this is all you, baby” jaemin praised instantly, his grip tightening just enough to keep you steady, “that’s it… take me slow. you’re doing so fucking well.”
you sank down further, inch by inch, the stretch making you gasp, “oh— god, jaemin—”
“i know,” he murmured, his own breath hitching, “so tight… fuck, you feel incredible.”
when you finally seated yourself fully on him, you froze, overwhelmed by the deep, full ache.
“you okay?” he asked softly, rubbing your hip with his thumb, giving you all the time you need to adjust to him.
you nodded, voice shaky, “it feels… so full. so good.”
“move whenever you’re ready,” he said, letting you keep control, placing a soft open mouthed kiss on your shoulder blade.
you started slowly, lifting yourself up and sinking back down in shallow strokes, adjusting to the stretch. the friction built with each movement, pulling soft moans from your lips.
“yeah, baby, that’s perfect,” he praised, “riding me so well. look at you… making yourself feel good on my cock.”
his praises made you bolder, your pace picking up, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.
“oh, fuck—” you gasped, pushing back harder, chasing the heat coiling low in your belly, your jaw slacking open, eyes already rolling back at the feel of him inside you.
“that’s it,” jaemin groaned, his voice raw now, “god, i could watch you take me like this all night. the perfect little virgin…not so innocent now, huh?”
you whimpered at the mix of praise and filth, your thighs starting to burn from the effort.
he noticed instantly, “you’re getting tired, aren’t you?”
“a little—” you admitted between breaths.
your pace was steady but slowing, your thighs starting to ache from the effort of bouncing on him. jaemin’s hands stayed firm on your hips, guiding your movements without stealing control — yet.
then, his grip tightened just slightly, and his voice dropped, darker now.
“you wanna know what the difference is between your dildo and me?”
the change in tone made your pulse spike. you glanced back over your shoulder at him, his eyes already locked on you — darker, hungrier, his jaw tight.
“what?” you gulped, your voice softer, almost cautious.
he leaned in just enough for his breath to fan over your ear, his words low and deliberate.
“i can fuck you until you can’t speak.”
a shiver shot through you, your breath catching.
“tell me sweet girl, do you want that?”
“yes–yes–please–jaem—”
you couldn’t even finish begging. his hands clamped firmly around your hips, and in the next breath, he was driving up into you with deep, unrelenting thrusts. the sound of skin meeting skin was loud, filthy, filling the cozy room.
you gasped sharply, your arms bracing against his thighs, each stroke hit deeper, harder, dragging sweet, desperate moans from your throat.
“jaemin—ohhh—fuck!”
“yeah, baby,” he groaned, his voice rough now, each word punctuated by the snap of his hips, “feel that? that’s what your toy could never give you. real heat, real weight—fucking you open for me.”
your fingers clenched, nails digging on his thighs, earning a hiss from him, the force of his thrusts pushing you forward slightly each time, “feels so— god—so good—i—”
he chuckled darkly, his grip tightening, “can’t even finish your sentences now, huh? losing your words for me.”
every stroke had you gasping louder, your words turning into incoherent moans, you’re pretty sure you unlocked a new language. your body arched on instinct as the fullness and friction became almost overwhelming.
“you’re taking me so well,” he praised through a groan, sweat starting to bead at his temples, “already hugging my cock like you were made for it.”
his deep, relentless rhythm, his voice in your ear, and the burn of finally being taken like this had your orgasm building fast.
“jaemin— i-i’m gonna—”
“come, baby,” he growled, his hips moving even faster, his voice toeing the line between command and praise, “come on the cock that just ruined you for anyone else.”
your climax hit hard as your second orgasm took over, your jaw slacking open in a silent scream, eyes rolling so far back you saw white, your body clenched violently around him, the only thing keeping you up is his strong hand around your waist.
jaemin groaned at the tight squeeze, fucking you through every pulse until finally letting you collapse forward, trembling, your face hitting the sheets.
only then did he slow, his hands smoothing over your sides, grounding you as your breath tried to steady. your body melted into the sheets, eyes completely shut in pure bliss, still catching your breath, the aftershocks of your orgasm pulsing through you.
jeamin eased out of you slowly, his palm warm on your hip. you lay there for a moment, breathing hard, the deep ache between your thighs already settling in.
then he chuckled low, leaning over you, a hand massaging one of your ass cheeks.
“congratulations, baby. you’re officially not a virgin anymore.”
you laughed breathlessly, “god, i don’t know why i was so scared, i should’ve done this sooner.”
he grinned, settling by your side, brushing your hair back from your face, “so, i would say this was a success?”
your laughter softened into something warmer, finally turning your body around to lay down and face him, “it was…better than i could ever imagine. so much better.”
he shot you a soft smile before his eyes darkened just slightly.
“think you can take a little more?”
you didn’t even have to think, your body already ached for him again.
“yeah,” you murmured, already reaching for him and pulling him down toward you. this time, he settled between your legs, his knees pushing your thighs apart. your head almost at the foot of the bed.
he slid his hands up your calves, over your knees, until he was bracing himself above you, arm muscles flexing under the warm glow of the lamp, “i’m gonna make you feel it everywhere,” he said softly, his tone promising, “gonna make sure you don’t take any less than this from any other man.”
the head of his cock nudged at your entrance again and you moan at the feeling. he didn’t push in yet, instead, he leaned down to kiss you, slow at first, but quickly deepening. his tongue swept into your mouth, coaxing, until you were clutching at his shoulders just to keep up.
when he finally slid into you, it was in one slow, deliberate push, stretching you all over again with absolutely no warning. your gasp was swallowed by his mouth, his hips settling flush to yours.
“still so tight,” he groaned, his forehead pressing to yours, “god, you’re addicting.”
your hands slid down his back, nails grazing lightly over the muscle there, “fuck…you feel even bigger.”
he chuckled, pulling back just enough to look at you, his gaze hot and intent, “tell me how you want it this time, baby.”
“just…fuck me…please,” you breathed and that was all he needed.
his hips began to move — slow at first, deep, deliberate thrusts that had you gasping with each one. the stretch was sharper this way, every inch of him dragging against you. then he picked up the pace, his thrusts sharper, harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the cozy, lamplit room.
“jaemin–” you moaned, your mind only had room for his name, your back arching off the bed, hips meeting every one of his thrusts like your body had a mind of its own.
“that’s it,” he growled, his voice rougher now, “take me deep, nobody else will ever get to fuck you for the first time like this.”
the possessive edge made your stomach flip, your nails digging into his shoulder, “jaemin–”
he kissed you again, messy and heated, while his hips kept driving into you, the friction building fast.
“you’re already clenching around me,” he groaned, his voice breaking, “you’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you?”
“yes—fuck—yes—”
“do it,” he commanded, his thrusts growing rougher, “let me feel you lose it on me again.”
it didn’t take long — his deep, relentless rhythm and that filthy praise had you spiraling fast. you were starting to learn that besides loving nipple-play, you definitely had a praise kink.
your third orgasm hit with a choked cry, body locking around him, squeezing so tight he groaned against your mouth. he kept moving, milking every pulse until you were trembling beneath him, your hands clutching at him like you didn’t want to let go.
jaemin stayed pressed deep inside you, his hips flush against yours, letting you feel the pulses of your pussy clenching and unclenching around him. his gaze stayed locked on your face watching every little reaction.
then one of his hands slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit like he’d been planning it all along.
“holy fuck—” you gasped instantly, eyes snapping open, your cunt clenching even tighter around him.
he groaned at the instant way your body reacts to him, his voice low and steady, “you’re already so sensitive aren’t you? let’s see how much you can really take.”
he started slow, rubbing lazy circles over your sensitive bud, his cock just sitting perfectly inside you, sitting against your walls, unmoving.
your breath caught on every measured circle of his fingered, the pressure on your clit already making your stomach clench, “oh my god—”
“look at you,” he murmured, watching your face like it was his favorite thing in the world, “falling apart for me already.”
you whimpered, your hands gripping his biceps, “its—it’s too much—”
“too much?” his smirk darkened and instead of easing up, he pressed a little harder, circling faster.
“i’m not even moving my cock baby, this is just my fingers,” he whispered, brushing his lips along your jaw as his fingers continued to play your clit with ruthless precision.
your hips bucked up, voice breaking into breathless moans, “jaemin—i—i can’t—”
“yes you can.” he says sweetly, playfully, teasingly, but his own breathing is rough now due to how hard you were clenching around him and the amount of self control he was holding on to to not fuck you senseless.
“you’re gonna come so hard on my cock…just like this.”
before you know it, the pressure inside you coiled tighter, your thighs trembled around him. every roll of his fingers pushed you closer until it was all too much to contain. your fourth orgasm tore through you, just like that. just like he said you would — your back arching violently off the bed, a silent cry ripping from your throat.
the rush was blinding, every nerve in your body lighting up as your walls clenched around him in relentless waves.
“fuck—” jaemin groaned by your ear, keeping his fingers moving to draw every last spasm from you.
you were shaking by the time it passed, your chest heaving, your nails dragging down his back in aftershock. you’d never felt anything like it — it was raw, all-consuming, dizzying in the best way possible.
he brushed his fingers over your clit one last time, making you twitch hard, before finally pulling out, making you whine — already missing the stretch he provided. he chuckled softly, kissing the corner of your mouth.
it was only when your head cleared enough that you realized jaemin was still hard inside the condom — his breathing rough but nowhere near the edge you’d just fallen over.
you turned your head to look at him, “you didn’t…?”
he smiled faintly, brushing damp hair from your cheek, “tonight’s about you, baby.”
you bit your lip, “can i…?” you hesitated for only a second before adding, “can i give you a blowjob?”
his brows lifted, something dark sparking in his eyes, “you want to?”
you nodded, your voice low but certain, “yeah. i’ve never given one… but i want to.”
that was all it took for him to roll onto his back, one arm folded under his head, the other reaching to pull you closer, “then come here, sweet girl. let me teach you.”
you crawled down between his legs, ignoring the soreness between your thighs, and the way your legs were trembling with every move. your eyes flick to where the condom still hugged him, his cock flushed and thick.
“first,” he said, voice dipping low, “take that off for me.”
you wrapped your fingers around the base, giving it a cautious squeeze before rolling the condom up and off. his hiss was instant, his head tipping back slightly.
“fuck—your hands are warm…”
you couldn’t help but glance up at his face, the way his jaw flexed as you stroked him lightly just to feel the weight of him in your palm.
“now,” he murmured, his eyes finding yours again, “start with just the tip. lick it, get used to the taste. don’t rush.”
you nod, leaning in, your tongue flicking over the sensitive head. he groaned — deep, low, his hips twitching just slightly.
“yeah, just like that. god, your mouth is warm.”
encouraged, you wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked lightly, your hand stroking the rest of him in time. his groan was louder this time, his eyes fluttering shut.
“mmm—fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he praised, his voice turning breathier, “such a pretty little mouth… made for this.”
you found yourself wanting to hear more of those sounds, more of that voice. you pushed down further, taking more of him in, your tongue pressing along the underside.
his reaction was instant — a sharp breath, his hand fisting lightly in the sheets, “oh— fuck, that’s it, sweet girl. just like that.”
the more you moved, the more you realized how much you liked the act itself — the fullness in your mouth, the weight of him on your tongue, the way he groaned whenever you hollowed your cheeks.
“god, you’re doing so well,” he panted, “you’re already better than you think you are.”
that praise made something in you click, and you started bobbing your head with a steadier rhythm, your hand twisting lightly at the base as you sucked. his hips shifted, just enough to meet your movements.
“fuck, yes—” he groaned, his voice cracking slightly, “you’re gonna ruin me if you keep that up.”
you hummed around him in response, and the vibration made him curse, his hand reaching down to cup the back of your head, fingers bunching your hair up, not forcing — just guiding.
“take a little more,” he urged, his voice dropping into that darker register again, “i know you can.”
you relaxed your throat, sinking down further until he hit the back of it, your eyes watering slightly. he groaned loud at the feeling, his other hand gripping the sheet tight.
“oh my god, baby— fuck—”
you pulled back slowly, saliva trailing from your lips to the tip, and he hissed at the sight, “shit— you’re gonna make me come—”
instead of slowing, you leaned back in, mouth sealing around him again, sucking harder now. his groans turned almost desperate, a mix of pleasure and that edge of overstimulation.
“baby—ah— fuck, you’re… fuck, it’s too good—”
you liked hearing him like that, liked the way his voice broke. you kept going, your tongue swirling around the head each time you pulled up, your hand stroking him in perfect sync.
he was almost panting now, his thighs tensing under your hands, “you’re… oh, fuck— you’re not stopping, are you?”
you shook your head just enough for him to feel it, your mouth still working him relentlessly.
“god, you’re gonna kill me,” he groaned, his voice frayed, “pretty little mouth— i swear, i’ll never forget this.”
he really did have a way with words. a way that made you feel special. like you weren’t just one of the many clients he pleases everyday.
his breathing was ragged now, his abs tightening under your hands as you kept working him — the slick sounds of your mouth and his soft, desperate groans filling the warm, quiet room.
“baby—” he gasped, his voice breaking on the word, “i’m close— fuck, i’m so close.”
you didn’t slow down. if anything, you got hungrier for it, twisting your hand in a tighter rhythm at the base while your mouth sank down on him again, your tongue pressing hard along the underside.
jaemin swore, his hand cupping the back of your head like he needed the anchor, “shit— don’t stop— you feel so good, baby, just like that—”
his thighs flexed, hips jerking up as his breath caught, “fuck— i’m gonna—”
and then he broke, his groan low and guttural as his release hit. the heat spilled into your mouth in hot, pulsing bursts, his body shuddering under your touch.
“ah— fuck, baby—” his voice was wrecked now, his hips still twitching as you kept your mouth on him, swallowing what you could, your lips milking him through every last wave.
it was only when his hand gave a gentle squeeze to the back of your head that you finally eased off, pulling back slowly with a soft, wet pop. his cock twitched against your hand, still sensitive, his breath coming in heavy pulls.
“you…” he out a breathless laugh, his head falling back against the pillows, “you just tried to suck my soul out, didn’t you?”
you grinned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, ignoring the taste, “maybe a little.”
he shook his head, still smiling between pants, “you’re dangerous.”
he tugged you up the bed until you were sitting between his legs, his careful hands smoothing over your arms and sides like he was checking you for damage. he was gentle now. like someone flipped the switch on him.
“are you okay?” he asked softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek.
you nodded, still flushed and a little dazed, “yeah… more than okay.”
he smiled — that warm, sweet curve that felt like it was just for you — before leaning in to kiss your temple.
“good girl. you were so perfect for me tonight.”
your heart fluttered at the praise, but then his hands slid lower, over your hips, and back between your thighs. you were still wet — slick from your orgasm earlier and all the noises he made. your body still humming.
you bit your lip, “i… i’m still—”
“wet?” his smile turned into something a little smug, “yeah, i can feel it,” he pressed his palm lightly against your heat, making you gasp.
you frowned, half embarrassed, half curious, “is that normal?”
his laugh was warm but teasing, “baby, you just lost your virginity. you unlocked something. you might be wet for days.”
you snorted despite yourself, “shit. i’m in trouble.”
he winked, flipping you over so that you were laying down again and lowering himself down the bed, “not if you just book me for the rest of the week.”
before you could answer, he was sliding down your body, kissing his way past your stomach, pausing to mouth at the curve of your hip before settling between your thighs. he gently coaxed your legs open, looking up at you with that sweet, boyish smile that somehow made everything feel safe — even when your pulse was already racing.
“one more. let me make you come one last time…my way.”
“jaemin—” you started, but the rest of your thought vanished when his tongue slid over you in one slow, deliberate stroke.
“just relax,” he said softly, “enjoy it.”
you gasped, your hips twitching as the wet heat of his mouth closed over your clit, sucking gently. the sensation shot straight through you, the afterglow haze giving way to a sharp, building pleasure. your back arched instantly, a soft moan escaping before you could stop it.
“mmm, i could eat you out for days,” he murmured against you before diving back in. he started with light, teasing flicks of his tongue before sealing his lips around your clit, sucking just hard enough to make your toes curl. the steady, precise rhythm had you gasping in seconds.
“jaemin—” you reached down, your fingers tangling in his hair, “oh my god—”
he glanced up at you briefly, his eyes dark and warm, before focusing right back on you. one hand slipped up to press flat against your lower stomach, holding you steady as he worked you over with unrelenting precision.
then his hands cupped your breasts, kneading gently before rolling your nipples between his fingers.
“oh my god!—” you gasped, the dual sensation making your back arch instantly.
he sucked your clit into his mouth while his fingers tugged and pinched at your nipples in perfect rhythm, each pull sending sharp little shocks of pleasure straight to your core.
“don’t stop—please—don’t stop–”
his groan vibrated against you, his fingers curling into your breasts like he wanted to keep you pinned in place while he worked you over. he alternated between swirling his tongue over your clit and flicking it, all while massaging and tugging at your nipples in a way that made your thighs tremble.
“jaemin— i’m— oh, fuck—”
“come on, baby,” he coaxed, his voice warm and commanding all at once, “let me have you one more time. be my sweet girl.”
the pressure between your legs and on your nipples pushed you over the edge fast, your fifth orgasm tearing through you with only sighs of his name, hips lifting off the bed.
still, he didn’t stop. licking you through every pulse while giving your nipples one last slow roll, making your entire body shudder.
“good job, baby” he encouraged, slipping two fingers inside you without breaking rhythm, not giving you enough room to breathe.
“give me one last one. let me end the night right.”
his mouth and fingers worked together perfectly — his tongue focused on your clit while his fingers curled inside you, finding that spot instantly.
your breath came fast, you can’t even speak anymore, there was nothing on your brain but this feeling, your thighs trembling as the pleasure built hard and fast. and before you could warn him. you broke with a sharp cry, your sixth orgasm crashing over you so quickly, almost violently.
only when you finally collapsed back into the pillows, shaking and panting, eyes shut, did he give one last slow lick before kissing the inside of your thigh and sitting up.
“there we go,” he said, his tone shifting back to sweet, letting you finally catch your breath, your eyes still sealed, breathing slowly slowing down, mind still reeling with no care in the world but the high you’re feeling now.
he let you feel it all, not breaking the spell as he quietly moved around the room, grabbing the towel he had prepared. he wiped you down with gentle care, murmuring soft praise as he worked, making you finally open your eyes.
“you feeling okay?” he asks, a soft smile on his lips.
you nod, “yeah, that—that was amazing.”
jaemin helped you sit up slowly, his hand steady at your back like he was making sure your legs wouldn’t give out. you slipped off the bed, still feeling pleasantly dazed, and he crouched briefly to grab your clothes from the floor
once you were dressed again, jaemin helped smooth the hem of your top into place before stepping back, “perfect,” he muttered, then guided you toward the door. his palm resting at the small of your back, the heat of his touch still grounding you after everything that had just happened.
“you did amazing tonight,” he said warmly, his voice slipping back toward the gentle professionalism you remembered from the consultation, “hope i didn’t set your standards too high,” he teased playfully.
you glanced over your shoulder at him, smirking, “oh, you did. ruined me for anyone else.”
that earned you one of his bright, sweet-boy smiles — the kind that felt almost disarming after the filth that had fallen from his lips earlier, “guess i’ll be seeing you around here a lot then.”
you laughed, shaking your head, “we’ll see.”
he guided you a few more steps down the softly lit hallway, his arm brushing yours now and then, until you reached the door that led to the reception area. he stopped there, leaning a shoulder casually against the wall.
“this is where i leave you,” he said lightly, “once you go through, you’re back in taeyong’s capable hands.”
“guess this is goodbye, then,” you said, the corners of your mouth twitching.
“for now.” his tone stayed light, playful.
he held out his hand, palm open between you — a polite, professional handshake to close the session. you slipped your hand into his, the shake firm but warm, his thumb brushing over your knuckles just once before letting go.
“take care, ms. y/n, it was a pleasure to be your first,” he said, that gentle professionalism back in place.
“god,” you giggled, placing your hand in his, “the pleasure was all mine…literally.”
you share one last laugh before finally pushing open the door and stepping into the glow of reception.
✚ END OF SESSION ✚
the quiet behind you shifted to the low hum of taeyong’s voice as he looked up from his desk, already wearing that knowing smile.
“all set?” he asked.
you nodded, still feeling a little warm under the collar, “yeah.”
“perfect. that would be charged to the card on the file,” he said, clicking a few things on his computer before standing and reaching for a black gift bag from under the counter.
he handed it to you with both hands, “this is for you…a little something from our donors…complimentary with your first session.”
you glanced inside just enough to catch a glimpse of a folded hoodie and what looked like a chilled bottled drink and the words
thank you for trusting neo orgasm clinic with your satisfaction
you let out a soft, “thank you.”
“we hope to see you again,” taeyong replied smoothly, “have a good night,” he added with a polite bow of his head.
you smiled at him before giving a little wave and turning towards the exit.
as the glass door closed behind you, you caught your reflection in it — hair slightly mussed, cheeks still flushed, lips curved in the kind of smile you didn’t even have to think about.
the clinic’s soft lighting followed you out into the parking lot, and you realized you were walking slower than usual — partly because of the soreness, but also because you didn’t want the bubble of warmth and calm to break.
for years, losing your virginity had been this looming, nerve-wracking thing, and now… it was done. not with fumbling hands and awkward silence, but with someone who’d made you laugh, made you feel safe, and made you come harder than you thought possible. and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
when you slid into the driver’s seat, you clicked on the overhead light, casting a warm glow over the black bag sitting in your lap. curiosity got the better of you before you even started the engine. you peeled back the tissue paper and peeked inside.
first thing you pulled out was a folded hoodie — soft, heavy cotton in crisp white, the bold black lettering across the chest making you choke on a laugh.
ORGASM DONOR
you shook your head, still grinning as you dug further. your fingers closed around a bottle, and when you lifted it into the light, condensation beaded down the side. it was a sleek glass bottle of iced coffee — the good kind, cold and clearly just pulled from a fridge.
a laugh slipped out before you could stop it, “they really know their branding.”
you set the hoodie aside, popped the lid off the coffee, and took a long sip — the sweet, chilled bitterness grounding you enough to remember the last thing you wanted to do before heading home.
grabbing your phone, you tapped open the orgasm donor portal. jaemin’s profile popped up immediately, the “donor of the month” badge gleaming next to his name, that same easy smile in his photo that had greeted you at the start.
your chest gave a small, warm squeeze. you’d gone into tonight scared you’d regret this, but instead you were sitting here feeling… lucky. like you’d been given the perfect start.
you hit the five-star rating without hesitation and began typing in the comment box:
lost my virginity to jaemin tonight and it was the best experience ever. everyone’s right, he’s sweet and gentle, but knows exactly when to take control. made me feel safe, made me laugh, made me learn more things about myself AND gave me more orgasms than i thought were possible all in one night. 13/10 would book again.
you hit submit, watching the little confirmation banner flash at the top of the screen.
setting your phone down, you glanced toward the softly lit clinic doors in your rearview mirror. the hoodie sat beside you, the coffee still cool in your hand, and for the first time in years, the thought of your virginity — of sex — didn’t feel heavy or complicated. it just felt… good.
and somewhere behind those pristine white doors, donor jaemin was already reviewing his next file. another client. another list of goals. another carefully measured beginning.
✚ APPOINTMENT STATUS: COMPLETE ✚
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BONUS: #1. #2. #3. #4. #5.
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an: round of applause for our second donor, jaemin, please! again, sorry this is so late :( it’s been a busy first week of august. i haven’t gotten a chance to read this whole thing in one sitting so i’m sorry if there are errors and typos here and there. and a little reminder — this whole entire concept is supposed to be silly! i hope you had fun reading it! please don’t take it too seriously.
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You realized Levi had incredible hygiene the very first time you met him.
He rambled nonstop about how much he hated Mammon’s messy room and almost looked like he was dying inside when he saw a limited-edition Seraphina figurine lying face-down on a floor full of tissues and trash. From that day on, you kept noticing small things about him.
His room was always spotless, not a single wrapper left behind. Every figurine was cleaned carefully, and his manga were lined up perfectly by genre, and release date. Levi also loved taking long baths while he played games in the tub.
Over time, his room became a quiet place you liked to visit. It felt calm compared to the rest of the house. One day, while Levi was gaming, you slipped into his room and leaned back against his body, carefully resting your head on his chest. He stiffened at first, fingers freezing on the controller, but he didn’t push you away. His heart was beating fast, and his body felt warm behind you.
You relaxed there for a moment, then noticed something else. He smelled really nice, like a clean soap mixed with something soft and familiar. Without thinking, you spoke softly, “You smell nice.”
Levi completely froze. His face turned bright red all the way to his ears as his brain short-circuited. “W-w-why would you say something like that so suddenly?” he squeaked, trying to hide his face with both his hands leaving you smiling at how cute his reaction was.
summary: what happens when you find out that your top spender as a cam girl isn’t some rich old guy, but an awkward boy from your campus?
wc: 20k+
warnings: cam girl activities, usage of sex toys, cursing, loss of virginity, sub!jisung, masturbation (like a lot of it), oral sex (fem.receiving), jisung is his usual introverted self (and only loud during sex), a lot of sexualization and just overall horniness lol. lmk if i missed anything!
a/n: heeey loves! i was absolutely floored with the amount of love that my latest fic got, so here i am with another one for you. this is my first jisung fic so im excited but also nervous bc jisung is one of my biases. idk why it took me so long to write him. but anyways i hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. ps; y/n is terrible at recognizing people or remembering names and i’m only putting that here bc it comes out a few times in the fic lol (she’s just like me fr), ALSO, this is loosely inspired by BJ Alex. oh and one last thing, the idea for this fic or at least the characters’ dynamic was inspired by this tweet.
your college days have been, for the most part, unremarkable in the best way. you pulled decent grades, had a solid group of friends, and were generally well-liked.
but despite being somewhat popular, you managed to keep a lot about yourself private.
and by that, you mean the secret life that only a handful of your closest friends knew about.
after all, being a cam girl wasn’t exactly your average college hobby.
you don’t remember how it started, it was likely on a whim born from equal parts boredom and curiosity. at first, you had no idea what you were doing. your streams were awkward, your lighting was bad, and your concept was nonexistent. but after a few months, you found your niche and became kind of a big deal on the platform.
granted, the website you streamed on was pretty obscure. it was the kind of place you could name in public, and nobody would so much as glance your way. still, you made decent money. enough to pay for your first two years of college entirely out of pocket.
you never flaunted it, and most of your friends didn’t care to pry. they only ever joked about it, like they were doing now after you casually mentioned how much you’d earned last month.
“girl, what the hell. maybe i should start camming too,” giselle said, eyes wide as she stared at the number on your screen.
“you say that like it’s a joke, but i’m dead serious,” karina chimed in, striking a dramatic pose in front of the mirror. “i checked my bank account yesterday and almost cried.”
“i mean, i’m not saying you should, but if you need pointers…” you teased, shooting them a wink
“for real though, you’ve gotten so much confidence from this,” giselle pointed out, leaning back against the bed frame.
“oh yeah, nothing boosts your self-esteem like a 60 year old man telling you your ‘princess bits’ are so pretty he busted one in his pants,” you deadpanned, propping your chin on your hand.
“okay, they can’t all be old men,” karina snorted “like can you see their profiles or anything?” she asked, abandoning the mirror and flopping onto the bed beside you.
“not really. just their usernames and how much they’ve spent on my channel.”
“wait, check your top supporter!” giselle said, bouncing a little in excitement.
you scrolled through the dashboard until his username popped up. the moment your friends saw how much he’d spent on you this year, they both let out a loud gasp.
“what in the sugar daddy is this?” karina said, laughing in disbelief. “eighteen thousand dollars? that’s literally my entire tuition!”
“i don’t get the full amount, though. the site takes a cut, then there’s taxes and all that,” you clarified, shrugging.
“still! that’s insane,” giselle said, shaking her head. “honestly, i don’t feel bad about you paying for our sushi nights anymore.”
you laughed, leaning back into your pillows.
“but aren’t you even a little curious about who this…” karina squinted at the screen, “andyp4rk02 is? i need to know everything about this man.”
“i mean, of course i’m curious. but there’s no way to find out,” you said, twirling a strand of hair absentmindedly.
“unless…” giselle said, dragging the word out with a sly grin.
you raised a brow. “unless what?”
“haechan.”
you frowned. “what about him?”
“he could probably hack into this thing,” she said with a casual wave of her hand, as if that wasn’t a completely ridiculous suggestion.
“giselle, he’s a computer science major, not a dark web hacker,” karina said, rolling her eyes.
“okay, but remember when i got locked out of my netflix? he did some tech magic on his computer and got my account back.”
“yeah, because recovering a netflix account is exactly the same as hacking into a cam site,” you said dryly.
“i’m just saying, have you seen his setup? it’s literally something out of a spy movie,” giselle insisted.
karina shrugged. “it wouldn’t hurt to ask him…”
you hesitated, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “i don’t know, guys…”
“oh, come on,” karina said, nudging your shoulder. “don’t you want to know who this guy is?”
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they somehow managed to convince you, which was how you found yourself shivering outside haechan’s dorm, rubbing your arms to keep warm. the air was biting, and as always, haechan wasn’t picking up his phone.
“when he opens this door, i’m kicking him straight in the balls,” you muttered, bouncing on your toes to stave off the cold. giselle was furiously rubbing her hands up and down your arms and karina’s, trying to share what little warmth she had.
“we should’ve called earlier,” karina said through chattering teeth, her lower lip trembling. “he might not even be in.”
giselle huffed dramatically. “okay, this is ridiculous.” she stepped back and cupped her hands around her mouth. “lee haechan, come out right now!” her voice echoed down the street, startling a group of students walking by.
“haechan! get your ass down here!” you joined in, your voice cracking slightly in the cold.
karina gave a small, pitiful laugh. “he lives on the second floor… there’s no way he heard that.”
before she could finish, the door creaked open, revealing one of his roommates. you recognized him immediately but, as usual, couldn’t recall his name. he was younger than you by a year and usually kept to himself whenever you visited.
“uh… hey?” he said, blinking at the sight of the three of you standing there like frostbitten strays. he leaned awkwardly against the doorframe, clearly wondering why three girls were yelling outside their dorm at 9 p.m. on a tuesday.
giselle, ever the charmer, broke into a dazzling smile. “hi! thank you! we’re here for haechan.”
“okay,” he said quietly, still eyeing you all with suspicion. “he’s probably in his room playing league or something.” he stepped aside slowly, letting you in.
“thank you,” you muttered as you walked past, catching the way his gaze immediately dropped to the floor when you made eye contact.
once inside, you didn’t waste any time. storming up to haechan’s door, you knocked violently before pushing it open without waiting for an answer.
“what the hell—” haechan swiveled in his gaming chair, his startled expression melting into a sly grin as soon as he saw you. “hii, girls. to what do i owe the pleasure?” his tone shifted into his mock customer service voice as he leaned back, giving you his most charming smile.
giselle jabbed a finger into his shoulder, making him wince. “were you jerking off, or is your phone shoved up your ass? why didn’t you answer our calls?”
“sorry, i was mid-round, and my phone was on silent,” he said, rubbing his shoulder and smiling sheepishly.
karina folded her arms and sat on the edge of his bed, only to spring back up with a grimace. “ugh, have you even left your room this week?” she asked, glaring at the mountain of empty takeout containers and water bottles scattered across the floor.
“it’s winter break,” haechan said, turning back to his computer and clicking out of the game. “of course i haven’t.”
giselle gestured dramatically at the mess. “you’re one step away from being in a hoarders episode, dude.”
haechan ignored her, spinning in his chair to face you again. “so, what brings such beautiful company to my humble abode?” his eyes lingered on you pointedly.
“he only looked at y/n while saying that. wow.” giselle placed a hand on her chest in mock offense.
“she’s not gonna suck your dick, haechan,” karina said flatly, shaking her head.
“i didn’t even say anything!” he protested, deflating slightly in his chair, his pout almost comical.
“anyway,” you interrupted, rolling your eyes. “i need a favor.”
haechan perked up immediately. “anything for you,” he said with a wink, which earned an exaggerated gagging noise from karina.
you crossed your arms, leaning against the desk. “okay, first: how’s your hacking game these days?”
“eh… like a seven. why?”
“do you think you could, uh, hack into angel corner?”
his eyebrows shot up. “oh, oh.” he swiveled back to his computer, clearly intrigued. “i mean, i’m not super familiar with their system—it depends on their encryption layers and backend coding. but…” he trailed off, tapping his fingers thoughtfully against the desk. “it shouldn’t be too hard. why do you want me to hack them, though?”
you fiddled with the hem of your sweater, trying to look as innocent as possible. “just… curious about one of my subscribers.”
giselle chimed in unhelpfully. “her top subscriber.”
haechan spun his chair back around, narrowing his eyes. “and what exactly do you want to know?”
you hesitated, glancing at karina and giselle. the truth was, you hadn’t really thought this through.
“everything,” karina said firmly, her eyes glinting with a kind of mischievous excitement.
haechan smirked, leaning back in his chair. “okay, but what’s in it for me?”
giselle thought for a second and then grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “y/n will sit on your lap while you do your nerdy shit.”
haechan shot out of his chair, clapping his hands. “deal!”
“huh?! i did not agree to this.” you immediately protested.
“c’mooon,” giselle said with a pout. “don’t you want to know?”
haechan patted his lap smugly. “don’t worry, baby. i don’t bite.”
groaning, you finally gave in, muttering curses under your breath as you sat on his lap. he sighed contentedly, spinning back toward his computer. with a few quick clicks, he opened a screen that looked straight out of a movie just as giselle said before. lines of code and strange tabs you didn’t recognize.
“how do you even know how to do this?” you asked, leaning slightly to the side to avoid touching his chest.
“self-taught,” he replied with a shrug.
“great,” you muttered. “i’m trusting a bootleg hacker to invade my subscriber’s privacy. that’s just fantastic.”
“hey, relax,” haechan said, grinning. “you’re in good hands.”
“can we get this over with so i can get off you?” you groaned, shifting uncomfortably on haechan’s lap.
“why? i’m cozy,” he said with a cheeky grin, snuggling into your back. you retaliated with a flick to his forehead.
“ow!” he yelped, immediately rubbing the spot. “i’m so nice to you and all you do is hurt me.”
“you’ll cope. now, what’s this?” you asked, pointing at the maze of numbers and codes flickering across the screen.
“this,” he said, his brows knitting in concentration, “is me trying to break through their firewall… which is a lot more complicated than i thought.”
“well, obviously,” karina chimed in from behind you, inspecting her nails, only half invested in the conversation. “that site probably has CEOs and politicians on it. maybe one of them is your top subscriber, because who else has eighteen thousand dollars to blow on a cam girl?”
“what?!” haechan yelled, whipping around so fast you nearly fell off his lap. “eighteen thousand?!”
“that was my ear,” you muttered, steadying yourself.
he cleared his throat dramatically, but his ears flushed pink. “right, sorry. anyway—oh, wait, i’m in!”
“wait, really?!” you leaned forward in excitement, your hands clutching the edge of his desk. “oh my god, that’s so cool, i could kiss you right now!”
“please do,” haechan replied, staring at you with wide, hopeful eyes.
“be a man,” karina said, smacking him on the back of his head as she moved closer.
“okay, so… bad news or good news first?” haechan asked, his smug grin returning as he reclined slightly in his chair.
“just rip the band-aid off,” you said, crossing your arms. “what’s the bad news?”
“your top spender is smart. like, annoyingly smart. the only personal info he filled out was his gender, and for his name he used a zelda character.”
“what a virgin,” he added with a laugh.
“look who’s talking,” giselle shot back.
“hey, i’m not the one spending thousands on a cam girl who wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot pole,” haechan retorted, his tone defensive. “and for the record, i do get some action, thank you very much.”
“sure you do,” karina muttered, rolling her eyes. “anyway, what’s the good news?”
haechan grinned like a cat who’d caught a particularly juicy mouse. “i can get his IP address.”
“wait, for real? what are you waiting for?” giselle leaned in, her eyes darting to the screen.
“hold on.” you hesitated, guilt prickling at the edges of your excitement. “isn’t this… a bit much? like, it feels illegal.”
giselle waved a hand dismissively. “please. we’ve come this far… we can’t leave with just this. we already knew he was a guy. only a man would be that desperate.”
“and besides,” karina added, “you’ve been sitting on this nerd’s lap for twenty minutes. make it worth something.”
“touché,” giselle said, nodding. “by the way, you can get up now.”
“yeah, but…” you paused, shifting slightly. “he was right—his lap is cozy.”
“told ya,” haechan said smugly, shooting you a wink. “so, should i pull up his IP or what?”
you sighed covering your face with your hands, hoping it would make the shame and ethical gray area feel a little less overwhelming “ugh. fine. just do it.”
haechan’s fingers flew across the keyboard, a blur of taps and clicks as lines of code scrolled rapidly across the screen. within three minutes, he sat back triumphantly.
“got it,” he said. but then his smile faltered, his brows knitting together in confusion. “wait… that can’t be right.”
“what?” you dropped your hands and leaned forward. “what’s wrong?”
karina’s eyes widened as she stared at the screen. “isn’t that…?”
giselle’s voice was barely above a whisper. “isn’t that this dorm?”
you all stared at the address blinking on the screen. it was the exact building you were sitting in.
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“you’ve all been staring at me for the past three minutes, and i’m feeling very threatened right now,” haechan said, his voice trembling.
the three of you stood in front of him, arms crossed and glares locked onto his soul.
“well, we just think it’s way too much of a freaky coincidence that her top spender just so happens to live here,” giselle said, her tone accusatory. “care to explain?”
“wait, wait, wait,” haechan stammered, his hands flying up in surrender. “you’re not seriously implying i’m the top spender, right? cause that’s just—” he laughed nervously, “—ridiculous!”
“oh, is it?” karina quipped, raising a perfectly arched brow. “you’re always flirting with y/n and acting like a simp. what’s a few thousand dollars for your ‘queen’?”
“oh, come on!” haechan groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “i’m naturally a flirty guy. that’s my thing! and where do you guys think i’d even get that kind of money?”
he gestured around the room to back up his claim. the pile of ramen cups and the stack of free campus hoodies spoke louder than he ever could.
“besides,” he added, dropping his arms, “i’m not even subscribed to her channel. i admit i checked it out a few times after y/n told me about it, but i promise i’m not a weirdo or anything. you’re my best friend, y/n.”
his voice softened at the end, and you felt yourself relaxing slightly. haechan might be a flirt, a tease, and a relentless pain in the ass, but he wasn’t the kind of person to keep something like this hidden from you.
“he’s telling the truth, you guys,” you said finally, breaking the tension.
karina tilted her head, sizing him up. “yeah, i didn’t think a bum like him would drop that much money on you anyway.” she scoffed, crossing her arms tighter. “he asked me for five dollars the other day… by the way, give me back my money.”
“dude, it was five bucks! let it go,”
“let it go?” karina shot back. “i could’ve gotten a latte with that!”
“okay, okay,” giselle cut in, waving her hands to calm them down. “if it’s not haechan, who else could it be? is there anyone in this dorm who’s… obsessed with you?”
you blinked, thinking hard. “not that i know of. i mean, i don’t really talk to anyone here except for haechan.”
“how many guys live here?” giselle asked, turning to haechan.
“including me? 5,” he said, counting on his fingers. “but i’m pretty sure jeno has a girlfriend... so that leaves mark, jaemin, and jisung.”
“since when has having a girlfriend ever stopped a man from doing something shady?” karina deadpanned, crossing her arms.
“true,” haechan admitted with a shrug, “but let’s be real, girls… all of them are full-time students barely scraping by with part-time jobs. i doubt any of them have that kind of cash to drop freely.”
“you never know,” giselle chimed in. “isn’t mark’s brother the dealer on campus? maybe he borrowed some money.”
karina snorted. “you’re forgetting mark is practically a saint. the guy’s too religious and too much of a goody two-shoes to even think about something like that.”
“okay, what about jaemin?” giselle countered. “he’s always wearing designer stuff. what if he’s secretly loaded?”
karina gave her an incredulous look. “have you seen jaemin? he’s got a different girl drooling over his shoulder every other day. i don’t think he needs to subscribe to a cam girl to satisfy himself and i’m sure all those were gifts from desperate girls”
“then that leaves jisung,” you said slowly, the name clicking into place. “wait… isn’t he the one who let us in earlier? the freshman?”
karina nodded. “oh right, the tall awkward kid. that would explain why he couldn’t even look at you.”
“wait, jisung?” haechan burst out laughing. “no way. the kid’s barely in his twenties! you’re telling me he somehow scraped together eighteen thousand dollars to spend on y/n?”
“well, he does live in this building so that makes him a suspect…” giselle reasoned, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
“ugh, this is getting too weird,” you muttered, pacing the small room. “are we really saying jisung might be the guy?”
“i mean, you never know,” karina said with a smirk. “quiet ones are always full of surprises.”
haechan groaned, flopping back into his chair. “this is turning into a bad episode of CSI”
“if he’s the top spender, that means he has a thing for y/n,” giselle said, grinning. “we should just ask him directly.”
“absolutely not,” you said quickly, your face heating up.
“why not?” karina teased. “we’re already halfway to solving this mystery. might as well get the confession.”
“no, i think this has already gotten out of control… you guys are too caught up on finding who it is but personally i don’t care that much, i’m fine with not knowing”
“really, even after finding out he’s living in this very dorm?” karina asked walking up to you.
“yeah. i don’t care.” you were lying and they could probably tell by your face but, surprisingly, they didn’t press you.
“okay, fine. let’s go home.”
“i think we should have a sleepover. what do you think, girls?” haechan said and you responded by throwing a pillow at him as you exited the room.
“damn, not even a thank you.” he said, rubbing his head.
you sprinted back into the room and gave him a quick peck on his cheek. “thank you!” you said sweetly.
“and clean your room, it stinks!” you yelled from the hallway.
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winter break had ended, and after coming back from visiting your family, you’d mostly forgotten about the fact that your top spender lived in one of your best friend’s dorms.
but your dismissive attitude disappeared as soon as the new term started.
suddenly, you were hyper-aware of every one of haechan’s roommates. even the ones you’d previously ruled out. like, why was jeno suddenly smiling at you from across the dining hall? and was that… a smirk you saw on mark’s face as you walked by? certainly not—you had to be imagining things. you were just being extremely paranoid.
“hey, gorg!!!” giselle greeted you with extra enthusiasm, practically bouncing into the room.
“you’re happy today,” karina observed, raising an eyebrow.
“i am! i really think i cracked this case, y’all.”
you sighed, already bracing yourself. “enlighten us,” you said flatly.
karina rolled her eyes. “you do know no one cares anymore, right?”
giselle ignored her and continued. “by the way, how were you guys’ breaks?” she asked casually before immediately cutting herself off. “never mind, we’ll get to that later. listen, i was in line for food earlier, and guess who i saw?”
when neither of you spoke, she dramatically continued, “jaemin.”
“fork found in kitchen. of course he’d be at the cafeteria during lunch,” you said, unimpressed.
“no, but listen! i said hi to him, and he flinched so hard he nearly dropped his phone. then he tried to hide it.”
“maybe somebody sent him nudes or something,” karina said, shrugging.
giselle shook her head, leaning in conspiratorially. “no, but catch this… he asked if i was here alone, and when i pointed at you”—she turned to you with a wide grin—“he blushed furiously.”
you tsked, slumping back in your chair. “that still proves nothing.”
“okay, but isn’t it suspicious?” giselle pressed. “why would he blush that hard just because i mentioned you?”
“because he’s a human being with a working circulatory system?” you shot back.
karina snorted. “for real. giselle, you’re acting like you just uncovered a government conspiracy.”
“you guys are just blind,” giselle huffed, crossing her arms. “mark my words… it’s him. jaemin’s the one.”
“even if it was him, what am i supposed to do with that information? march up to him and say, ‘hey, thanks for the eighteen grand’?”
“you should,” karina said with a smirk. “at least get him to buy you lunch.”
giselle sighed dramatically, feeling like she was surrounded by fools. “fine. don’t believe me. but when this all comes out, just remember i called it first.”
“boo!”
haechan’s voice was directly in your ear, and you jumped so hard you nearly spilled your coffee all over yourself.
“what the hell! i almost ruined my new skirt,” you snapped, quickly checking to make sure no drops had actually landed on the fabric.
“did you buy that with jaemin’s allowance?” he teased, a grin stretching across his face.
you responded by flipping him off, which only made him laugh as he slid into the seat next to you.
“you heard everything?” karina asked, giving him an unimpressed look.
“hard not to,” he replied casually. “in case you didn’t know, gi, your discreet voice is about as discreet as a foghorn.”
giselle rolled her eyes. “thanks for the input, hacker boy.”
“i’ve already said to drop the topic,” you cut in, frustrated. “what if one of them hears? and! you guys are being so obvious about it… don’t think i haven’t noticed the pointed stares you keep giving to every guy from the dorm. i’m sure they’ve noticed, too.”
“we’re just trying to help,” giselle said, stabbing at her salad with unnecessary force.
“and i do appreciate it,” you replied, though your tight smile probably said otherwise, “but i’d appreciate it even more if we all just moved on.”
your tone made it clear that the discussion was over, and the table fell into an awkward silence.
you felt a little bad about shutting them down so abruptly, but the truth was, you didn’t want them to figure out who your top spender was. not because you cared about protecting his identity, exactly… but because you feared that, in the process, they’d also find out the full truth:
you’d already interacted with him before.
not just casually, either. your top spender had paid for private sessions. more than once.
you still didn’t know what he looked like since he’d never turned on his camera but you could probably recognize his voice. a voice that, no matter how much you tried to ignore it, had been replaying in your head ever since that night you found out he was likely a student in this university. a deep voice that had a habit of making your heart race despite your best efforts to stay professional.
“i know you said to drop it, but is it just me or does hae’s nerdy friend keep looking this way every few seconds?” karina asked, nodding subtly toward a table a few feet away.
you turned your head, catching a glimpse of jisung sitting by himself, fiddling with his phone. “maybe he wants to sit with us,” you shrugged. “call him over, hae.”
“yo, jisung!” haechan called, raising a hand to wave the taller boy over.
jisung froze in place, his eyes widening briefly before he hastily shoved on his headphones and scurried away like a startled deer.
you frowned, puzzled. “what was that about?”
“that was so weird,” giselle snorted, biting back a laugh.
“ah, he’s just awkward like that,” haechan said with a casual wave of his hand. “probably saw me sitting with gorgeous girls” he locked eyes with you as he said this “and got scared.”
“anyways,” you rolled your eyes, but the slight twitch at the corner of your lips betrayed your amusement. “i have to go.”
“part-time obligations?” karina asked, raising an eyebrow knowingly.
“possibly,” you shrugged nonchalantly as you got up.
“can i come?” haechan asked.
you rolled your eyes at haechan’s hopeful grin as he stood up. “you wish,” you said, pushing him back into his seat before grabbing your bag and heading out.
your destination wasn’t your dorm or the library. instead, you made your way to the small studio you rented off-campus, tucked far enough away to avoid suspicion.
the studio was modest, just big enough to fit a bed, a desk, a small bathroom, and your filming setup. the air smelled faintly of vanilla, thanks to the diffuser you kept running to set the mood. locking the door behind you, you exhaled deeply and began preparing for the night.
the routine was familiar, almost comforting. you hopped into the shower, letting the warm water relax your muscles as you mentally ran through the checklist. after drying off, you slipped into your costume for the night—a delicate white lace dress with baby blue accents that hugged your body in all the right places.
at the vanity, you carefully applied your makeup, adding just enough to transform yourself into collette, your cam girl persona and paired with a small mask that covered your eyes and half of your nose. the wig was the final touch, a wavy style that framed your face perfectly, making you almost unrecognizable from your day-to-day self.
“let’s see,” you adjusted the camera angle to capture the bed and the soft glow of the fairy lights behind it.
you glanced at the table beside the bed, where the new toys you’d promised to showcase were neatly arranged. taking one last look in the mirror, you marveled at how different you looked.
“all right,” you muttered to yourself, glancing at your reflection one last time. “let’s get this show started.”
you hit start on your stream, and the chat immediately flooded with messages, emojis, and tips.
“hi, guys!” you greeted, your voice shifting into a higher, sweeter tone. “missed you all so much during the break.”
the messages came in rapid-fire:
“omg collette’s back!”
“you look stunning as always.”
“been waiting for this for weeks!”
you giggled, leaning closer to the camera so that your cleavage filled the frame. “you’re all too sweet. did you miss me that much?”
the chat practically exploded with affirmations, and the pings of tips coming in made you smile wider.
“i see you guys like the new outfit,” you teased, slowly standing to give them a full view of your legs, moisturized and shimmering under the warm light. “but i didn’t just dress up for no reason. i have a surprise for you tonight.”
you reached for the toys on the desk, holding one up for the camera. “look what i got during the break,” you said, biting your lip playfully. “i thought you’d want to help me break them in.”
the tips surged as viewers expressed their excitement, but one notification caught your eye. andyp4rk02 has tipped $100.
you grinned, recognizing the username instantly. “hi, andy,” you said, your tone dropping to something more intimate. “you’re late today. i thought you’d ditched me for someone else.”
a new ping followed, this time $50, accompanied by a highlighted message: “sorry ;) private livestream later to make it up to you?”
you laughed softly, leaning back on the bed. “hmm,” you tapped your chin thoughtfully. “i think i can squeeze you in on my busy schedule.” with a wink, you moved to grab one of the toys, careful not to linger too long on a single viewer.
“shall we begin?” you asked, spreading your legs slightly to reveal that you were wearing nothing underneath the flimsy lace dress.
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on the other side of the screen, jisung sat in his dimly lit dorm, his face illuminated only by the glow of his computer. he’d barely made it back in time, his breath still heavy from the sprint across campus. it didn’t help that the second he clicked into your livestream, you were already spread out on the bed, teasing the camera with that perfect smile.
he adjusted his glasses nervously, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. his heart was racing, but not from the run. no, it was from you. when you spread your legs, his breath hitched, and he felt his stomach tighten.
“you’re late today,” you’d said, and jisung shivered. god, it was like you were talking directly to him. well, you technically were, but still.
almost as if on autopilot, he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. his fingers wrapped around himself, and he leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the screen.
the angle of the camera was perfect. from his perspective, it was easy to imagine that it wasn’t the pink dildo but his own dick sliding in and out of you.
“fuck,” he whispered under his breath as you slid the dildo inside yourself, your lips parting in a perfect "o" shape as you let out a soft moan.
“feels so good,” you breathed into the camera, your lashes fluttering. “can you make me feel good, too?”
“yes,” jisung groaned, his voice shaky as he gripped himself tighter. “god, yes.”
your moans grew louder, your body arching in a way that made his pulse skyrocket. his brows furrowed, and he bit down on his lip, trying to keep quiet so none of his roommates would hear.
you tilted your head back, the camera catching the curve of your neck and the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. “don’t stop,” you whimpered.
as your voice came through his headphones, sultry and sweet, he muttered to himself, “so perfect. so perfect it’s insane.”
his hand moved faster, his mind filled with nothing but the image of you—so close, yet so untouchable.
he leaned closer, his breath fogging the screen for a moment. “god… i can make you feel so much better than that piece of plastic,” he muttered, his tone almost resentful.
“you don’t even know what i’d do to you,” he whispered
in a minute, jisung came hard, his entire body jerking as his cum shot up and splattered directly onto his keyboard and monitor. he barely registered the mess he made until he heard the faint crackle of his PC struggling under the assault.
“no, no, no—fuck!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking as he scrambled to wipe the pc with the sleeve of his hoodie.
it was too late. the screen flickered, the image of you mid-moan freezing for a few painful seconds before the whole system shorted out with a pathetic wheeze and went black. jisung sat there in stunned silence for a moment, his hand still clutching the stained hoodie sleeve.
“shit…” he muttered, not out of concern for his destroyed PC but because he was now going to miss the rest of your live.
this wasn’t the first time this happened. clearly, his setup was already on its last legs from similar incidents but it still sent a wave of frustration through him.
he slumped back in his chair, running a hand through his damp hair. “guess i’ll just have to catch the replay,” he mumbled, though the thought didn’t satisfy him nearly as much.
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the first day of the semester loomed the next morning. you had promised yourself this was the year you’d start fresh. on time to every class, taking meticulous notes, and becoming the academic weapon you’d always meant to be.
of course, none of that happened.
you didn’t hear your alarm because you’d been up until 3 a.m. doing private livestreams for your top subscribers. normally, private sessions didn’t last more than 20 minutes, but andy had an uncanny way of distracting you with his playful, teasing messages, keeping you hooked well past the scheduled time.
you ran into your first class fifteen minutes late, panting slightly and trying not to look as frazzled as you felt. the professor shot you a disapproving look, but a quick apologetic smile from you had him stammering and waving you off. men are so simple, you thought smugly.
after quickly scanning the room, you noticed all the front-row seats were taken which left you with no choice but to settle near the back. you sighed and headed to an open seat in the second-to-last row, cursing your luck.
on your right sat some frat guy you vaguely recognized from the same house as karina’s boyfriend. his name escaped you, but since he was already asleep with his mouth hanging open, you didn’t bother introducing yourself.
on your left, the person was less immediately recognizable. he was hunched over, hoodie drawn tight around his face, typing furiously on his laptop. his long, slender fingers flew across the keyboard with precision, but he didn’t seem remotely aware of your presence.
you cleared your throat softly, hoping to get his attention. nothing.
you tried again, slightly louder this time, but his focus didn’t waver. finally, you tapped his shoulder lightly.
“excuse me, did i miss anything important?”
his fingers froze mid-typing, but he still didn’t look at you. instead, he tilted his laptop slightly in your direction, revealing a neatly formatted list of bullet points. most likely corrections to the syllabus the professor went over at the start of class.
“oh,” you said, caught off guard. “can i take a pic of that?”
he gave a small nod, still not meeting your eyes.
you quickly snapped a photo and smiled. “thank you so much,” you said, your tone warm as you instinctively squeezed his forearm in gratitude.
you felt his entire body stiffen under your touch, his arm tense as if you’d zapped him.
“mhm…” he finally muttered, his voice low and rough from disuse.
you glanced at him again, catching a glimpse of his side profile as he adjusted his hoodie. sharp jawline, glasses slightly askew, and lips pressed into a thin line as he quickly returned his focus to his laptop.
you tilted your head slightly, curiosity piqued. something about him seemed familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it.
“well, thanks again,” you said softly, giving him one last smile before turning back to face the professor.
behind his laptop, jisung exhaled shakily, the spot where you’d touched him burning.
jisung knew you were one of haechan’s friends. he’d watched you walk in and out of the dorm more times than he cared to admit. you were always laughing, tossing your hair over your shoulder in a way that made jisung’s eyes land on you unavoidably.
normally, he wouldn’t even glance twice at the girls his roommates brought around. they were all the same: loud, shallow, and obsessed with their reflection in any shiny surface.
but you weren’t like them.
he’d noticed it the first time you came over. how your voice was softer, more melodic, how you smelled like warm vanilla instead of the overpowering floral perfumes he hated. he remembered catching a glimpse of you bending down to grab something off the floor and how his gaze lingered too long on the curve of your legs before he snapped his head away.
since then, it had only gotten worse. it annoyed him that his brain seemed to remember every little detail about you. the way your lips always looked plump and shiny, as if you’d just licked them. how your laugh was this low, throaty sound that made his chest feel tight.
it was frustrating, how easily you wormed your way into his thoughts.
and now, here you were, sitting next to him. jisung felt trapped, his senses overwhelmed by your closeness. the faint rustle of your skirt, the way your knee accidentally grazed his thigh, the soft, almost unintentional hum you made as you shifted in your seat.
he knew it was all normal, just small, insignificant things. but to him, it felt like you were doing it on purpose. when you tapped his shoulder, jisung’s heart practically jumped out of his chest. his first thought was how warm your hand was.
his second thought was how unfair it was that you could touch him so casually.
“did i miss anything important?” you asked, your voice sweet, your smile even sweeter.
jisung didn’t respond right away. he was too busy trying not to look at the way your lips curved when you spoke. he knew if he opened his mouth, something embarrassing would come out. so instead, he tilted his laptop screen toward you, his fingers twitching against the keyboard. you asked if you could take a picture, and normally he didn’t like sharing his notes but he nodded before he could even stop himself.
“thank you so much,” you said, your voice dripping with warmth. and then, as if to kill him on the spot, you squeezed his forearm lightly.
jisung felt like static electricity was zipping through his body. his skin tingled where you touched him, and he stared straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge how his breath hitched.
she doesn’t even know what she’s doing, he thought bitterly, his jaw tightening. so damn oblivious.
when you crossed your legs, jisung’s eyes flickered downward before he could stop himself. he caught the briefest glimpse of skin, the hem of your skirt riding up just enough to reveal more of your thigh, and his face flushed.
stop it, he scolded himself, tearing his gaze away.
but he couldn’t help it. he hated himself for it, but he couldn’t stop the way his imagination spiraled. he wondered what it would feel like if you touched him for more than a second. if your fingers lingered. if you looked at him the way you looked at your stupid phone.
his hands curled into fists under the desk, nails digging into his palms. he shifted uncomfortably, trying to will his body into behaving, but your proximity was making it impossible to think straight.
when the professor announced that these would be your assigned seats for the semester, jisung nearly groaned out loud. six months. six months of sitting next to you, of your bare legs grazing his, of your infuriatingly sweet perfume clouding his brain.
how am i supposed to survive this?
jisung clenched his jaw, his gaze flicking to the faint sparkle of lotion on your legs again.
she probably doesn’t even know how many guys in this room would kill to sit where i’m sitting right now, he thought, biting the inside of his cheek.
and yet, despite everything, jisung couldn’t help but feel a sick sort of satisfaction at being this close to you. like he was privy to something no one else was.
and as messed up as it was, he liked that you didn’t know. that you had no idea how much space you took up in his mind.
he glanced sideways at you again, the corner of his lip twitching as you absentmindedly adjusted your skirt.
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jisung bought a new pc, but it wouldn’t be delivered until the end of the week due to delays in the post office. he hated waiting. the old one had been perfect for watching your livestreams but now he was stuck with his laptop. the smaller screen didn’t do you justice. everything felt cramped and wrong, your image reduced to something far too small and impersonal. it frustrated him to no end.
so, in his growing desperation, jisung resorted to something he swore he wouldn’t do: borrowing haechan’s pc. at first, he only asked when he knew haechan would be out for hours, spinning some lie about needing to work on assignments that required a better setup for coding. surprisingly, haechan didn’t question him. he barely seemed to care, too busy running off to hang out with you and your group of friends. lately, you all seemed closer than ever, constantly whispering and giggling amongst yourselves.
not that jisung cared, of course.
but ever since you’d started sitting next to him in class, he couldn’t help but notice you even more. the way you crossed and uncrossed your legs every six or seven minutes or tapped your temple when the professor talked about a complicated topic. he hated that he was paying attention to things he usually wouldn’t. it was a complete waste of time.
today, jisung was forcing himself to focus. he had an essay due tomorrow, and he’d been putting it off for way too long, distracted by you (clearly) and everything Collette— streams, photos, even the grainy replays he managed to dig up online. last night was supposed to be productive, but instead, he’d spent hours rewatching one of the camgirl’s older private streams. by the time he passed out, his laptop was dangerously close to falling off his bed, his boxers halfway down his legs, and his dick sore after a night of relentless jerking off.
he made his way to the library, determined to lock himself in one of the private study rooms and finally finish his work. he needed to focus. no distractions, no excuses.
but when he opened the door to the room he’d booked, all of his resolve shattered.
you were there.
your books and laptop scattered across the table, and you were leaning over, reaching for something just out of your grasp. jisung froze in the doorway, his breath catching as his eyes landed on you. or, more specifically, the strip of black lace peeking out from under your skirt.
he knew he should look away. but his body didn’t seem to get the memo. instead, his eyes remained fixed on the sight, his chest tightening as if someone had sucked all the air out of the room.
his fingers twitched at his side, gripping the strap of his bag until his knuckles turned white. why are you wearing that? he thought, the question racing through his mind before he could stop it. are you wearing it for someone?
you shifted slightly, turning your head as if you sensed someone behind you, and that was enough to snap him out of his trance.
“uh—sorry,” jisung croaked, his voice cracking embarrassingly. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and cleared his throat. “i—uh—this is... my room. i mean, the room i booked.”
you turned fully to him, startled at first, but then your expression softened into a smile when you realized it was him.
“oh, jisung!” you said brightly, smoothing down your skirt. “i didn’t realize this room was taken. sorry, i’ve just been so distracted, i guess i wasn’t paying attention.”
he forced himself to meet your eyes, his heart hammering in his chest. you recognized him now. during the first week of the semester, you’d seemed to be trying to place him in your mind, but he figured you finally connected the dots and realized he was haechan’s roommate after all.
“it’s... fine,” he muttered, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind him. the sound echoed louder than it should have, making him wince. “i didn’t know anyone would be here.”
“well, i can leave if you want,” you offered, gesturing toward your scattered books and notes. “but if you don’t mind sharing, i really need to finish studying for a test tomorrow.”
jisung hesitated, his mind racing. on one hand, the idea of sharing a small, enclosed space with you was borderline terrifying. but on the other hand, the thought of you leaving made his stomach twist in a way he didn’t like to think too hard about.
“no need,” he mumbled, setting his bag down at the far end of the table. “you can stay.”
you beamed at him, and he felt a weird mix of pride and dread settle in his chest.
“thanks! you’re a lifesaver.”
you turned back to your laptop, leaving him to settle into his seat. jisung tried his best to focus on his essay, but his eyes kept drifting to you: the way you twirled your pen between your fingers, the way your lips pursed as you concentrated, the way your skirt kept riding up with every slight movement.
he bit the inside of his cheek, forcing his gaze back to his screen. his essay wasn’t going to write itself, and the sooner he finished, the sooner he could escape this.
but as jisung stared blankly at the screen, the words refused to come to him. his mind was too fogged up, the image of your black lace panties flashing at him. he could still feel the phantom heat pooling uncomfortably low in his stomach.
he adjusted his glasses for the tenth time in five minutes, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie sleeve. he needed to concentrate, needed to shove every inappropriate thought out of his head and focus on the stupid essay that was due in less than twelve hours.
but every tap of your pen, every soft sigh as you read your notes pulled his attention like a magnet. he could feel his skin prickling under the weight of his own thoughts, and it was starting to make him nauseous.
you shifted in your chair, crossing one leg over the other, and jisung caught a glimpse of your bare thighs again. he wondered how soft they’d feel under his fingers. he clenched his jaw, staring harder at the blinking cursor on his laptop. just focus. just write.
“hey,” you said suddenly, your voice soft but startling in the quiet room. jisung’s head snapped up so fast his glasses slipped down his nose.
“yeah?” he croaked, his voice coming out embarrassingly hoarse. he cleared his throat and tried again. “what’s up?”
you held up a book. “do you know anything about this? it’s for my history class, but i’m kind of lost on what the professor’s looking for.”
jisung blinked at the book, trying to register the title through the haze clouding his brain. the sight of your manicured fingers gripping the edge of the hardcover didn’t help his focus.
“uh… yeah, i think so,” he mumbled, his words fumbling over themselves. “i took that class last semester. what’s the assignment?”
you slid your chair closer to his, flipping the book open to a highlighted section. jisung stiffened as you leaned in, your shoulder brushing against his.
he could smell your perfume better now. it made his head swim, and his palms sweat.
“here,” you said, pointing to a passage. “i’m supposed to write an analysis on this, but honestly, it’s not making any sense to me.”
jisung forced himself to look at the page, his eyes skimming over the text even though he couldn’t process a single word. your proximity was unbearable, and the way you tilted your head to look at him made him hyper-aware of every inch of space between you.
“um,” he started, his voice cracking again. “it’s… about, uh, symbolism, i think. like how they use imagery to—”
his words faltered as your leg shifted, pressing briefly against his under the table.
“oh, i get it now!” you said, your eyes lighting up as you turned back to the book. “thanks, jisung, you’re really helpful.”
he swallowed hard, nodding stiffly as you returned to your side of the table. his hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his laptop, trying desperately to block out the lingering warmth of your touch.
as the first hour dragged on, jisung realized he’d barely touched his essay. instead, he found himself cataloging every little thing you did, learning more about your quirks and mannerisms than the topic he was supposed to be researching.
he noticed the way you squinted slightly when reading something closely. do you need glasses? the thought struck him out of nowhere, and the idea of you wearing a pair made his throat tighten and his dick stir to life.
you only seemed to use blue highlighters and matching blue post-it notes. the monochrome dedication was oddly satisfying to watch. jisung noticed you had a habit of twirling the highlighter between your fingers when you were deep in thought, the motion almost hypnotic.
when you weren’t sipping on your drink or snacking on something you’d fidget endlessly, picking up your phone, or tapping your nails on the table in an uneven rhythm. once, you opened an app but closed it just as quickly, as if scolding yourself for getting distracted. jisung smirked at that.
he noticed the way you pouted while typing, your lips forming a subtle, natural curve. every time you got stuck on something, you’d grab a blank page from your notebook and start scribbling aimlessly sometimes doodling stars or flowers in the margins, other times writing the same word over and over like you were trying to etch it into your brain.
you also had a habit of adjusting your necklace every few minutes, fiddling with the pendant as if grounding yourself. jisung wondered if it had some kind of sentimental value.
and then there was the small gasp you let out every time you found a passage you liked, quickly followed by you underlining it with almost comical precision. jisung thought it was cute, though he tried to push that thought away.
by the time the second hour rolled around, he was practically vibrating with tension. not just from the overwhelming presence of you, but from his own failure to accomplish anything.
you sighed softly and closed your laptop, stretching in your seat with a lazy grace that made his stomach flip. the movement caused your shirt to ride up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin and a tiny birthmark just above your hip bone.
jisung’s eyes widened. it was a small, and it was a flushed, pinkish hue, vaguely resembling the shape of a flower petal—or maybe a heart if he squinted.
why does that look so familiar?
he frowned, his brain scrambling to piece together the connection. it snagged at him, like an itch he couldn’t quite reach. had he seen it on you before? no, that didn’t make sense.
and then it hit him.
his heart stuttered as he remembered one of the streams he’d watched not long ago… collette’s stream. she’d been wearing lingerie that night, black with sheer panels, and at one point, she’d adjusted the waistband, revealing a glimpse of a tiny birthmark right above the hip.
holy shit.
jisung’s face burned as he realized the truth, his hands clenching into fists under the table. he couldn’t believe it. the girl he’d been obsessing over online, the one he’d jerked off to more times than he could count, was sitting right next to him.
he stumbled out of his seat, movements clumsy and frantic as he fumbled to gather his things. his hands trembled slightly as he zipped his backpack and he mumbled some half-formed excuse about having plans with haechan. the words tumbled out so quickly they were barely coherent. before you could even process what he was saying, let alone respond, he was already at the door, practically tripping over himself in his rush to leave.
“what an odd kid,” you giggled to yourself, shaking your head at his bizarre behavior.
he was strange, sure, but undeniably cute in his awkwardness. you’d always had a soft spot for guys who didn’t know what to do with themselves, and jisung was no exception. there was something endearing about the way he seemed perpetually out of place, like he wasn’t entirely comfortable in his own skin. but beneath the oversized hoodies and baggy sweatpants, you could tell he was hiding something.
he had broad shoulders that stretched the fabric of his clothes in a way that made you want to see more, and you still hadn’t forgotten the time he’d stripped off his hoodie on that unbearably hot day. the hem of his shirt had lifted with it, giving you the briefest glimpse of his waist, narrow and impossibly toned. you’d been thinking about that moment more often than you’d like to admit.
sitting next to him in class had only amplified things. you didn’t miss the way his eyes darted toward you every few minutes, his gaze lingering on your legs before he quickly looked away, as if he thought you wouldn’t notice. that’s exactly why you made it a point to only wear skirts to that class; short ones, ones that made it impossible for him not to look. it was a game, one you were starting to enjoy far too much.
you liked his hands too. he had large hands with long, slender fingers that flew clumsily over the keys of his laptop. you caught yourself staring at them during class, imagining how they’d feel against your skin, the way they’d grip your waist or tangle in your hair. you wondered if they were soft or if they’d leave a pleasant roughness behind.
his glasses added to the appeal, big-framed and slightly crooked on his nose. they couldn’t hide his soft, pretty eyes, though, or the moles scattered across his pale skin. every detail about him seemed perfectly crafted to make him irresistible in the most unassuming way.
but then there was the question that had been gnawing at the back of your mind, the one you couldn’t seem to shake: was jisung really your top spender? your friends had been so sure, pointing out all the coincidences, and you couldn’t deny that it was starting to feel like too much to ignore.
you smiled to yourself at the thought, unable to help the way your lips curled into something slightly wicked. haechan had mentioned how much time jisung spent in his room, his activities hardly a secret if you listened to the muffled sounds that occasionally slipped through the walls.
the idea made your pulse quicken, a thrill running down your spine as you considered how to take things to the next level. if jisung was your top spender then he was already yours in ways he probably didn’t even realize.
you toyed with the idea of making the first move, testing the waters to see just how far you could push him. he was skittish, easily flustered, and you had no doubt that one well-placed touch or whispered word would send him into a complete meltdown.
you suspected that if you really went for it, jisung might just have a heart attack on the spot. and for some reason, that thought only made you want to do it more.
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the next time you met him in class, you decided it was time to confirm once and for all if he was into you. you dressed for the occasion, a skirt that showed just enough leg to make him squirm, paired with a low-cut top and your favorite push-up bra, the one that made your boobs look perfect. you threw on a sweater for good measure, unzipping it casually when you sat next to him, just enough to reveal the curve of your collarbones and the top of your cleavage.
“hey, jisung!” you said, your voice soft and lilting.
he barely looked at you, his lips moving in what you assumed was a greeting, but it was so quiet you couldn’t make out the words. he didn’t hold your gaze for more than a second, and from the way he kept staring at his laptop, you wondered if he’d even noticed the effort you put into your outfit.
you leaned in slightly, catching the faint scent of his detergent mixed with something musky. “sungie?” you whispered, your voice low and sweet.
his jaw clenched at the nickname, and his hands froze over his laptop keys. “hm?” he finally managed, his eyes flickering up to your face for the briefest of moments before darting away again.
“do you want to work on the project together?” you asked, tilting your head innocently.
his brows furrowed as he blinked at you, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and panic. “what… what project?” he stammered, his voice shaky, his breath audibly hitching when his gaze unintentionally dropped to your chest.
“the one he just announced,” you said, nodding toward the screen where the professor had outlined the details of the group assignment.
you watched as his Adam's apple bobbed with a nervous swallow, and he peeled his eyes away from you with visible effort. “oh… uh…” he trailed off, biting his lip. the gesture drew your attention to just how plush and soft they looked.
“if you don’t want to, it’s okay,” you said, leaning back slightly, your pout deliberate and perfectly executed. “i just thought since you helped me with my assignment last time, you’d be a good partner.”
he glanced at you again, his gaze lingering this time, as if trying to gauge your expression. your wide, hopeful eyes seemed to make his decision for him. “okay…” he mumbled, the word barely audible.
“really? yay!” you said, your voice bright with excitement as you reached out and wrapped your hands around his arm in a playful squeeze. the movement was quick, but enough for your chest to press lightly against him, the warmth of your body radiating through his hoodie.
jisung stiffened immediately, every nerve in his body firing off alarms. the combination of your softness and the faint scent of vanilla clinging to your skin was almost enough to send him over the edge. he inhaled deeply, trying to keep his composure, but the air felt thick and suffocating, and he was perilously close to letting out a moan that would’ve humiliated him in front of the entire room.
“i promise i won’t be a burden,” you added, flashing him a dazzling smile that showcased your perfectly sized teeth. “i’ll do my part, i swear.”
he nodded mechanically, his brain too messed up with the feel of your body against his and the lingering image of your lips curling into that smile. “y-yeah…” he muttered, his voice cracking slightly.
as you turned your attention back to the professor, jisung exhaled slowly, his pulse racing. his hands gripped his laptop so tightly his knuckles turned white, and he realized with growing dread that this partnership might actually kill him.
when class ended, you stayed behind, which was unusual since you were usually one of the first to dart out the door. as jisung zipped up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, he noticed you looking at him expectantly. he panicked. did he have something of yours?
jisung glanced nervously at his belongings, double-checking as if your pencil or notebook might have somehow ended up with him. but you didn’t say anything. the silence stretched awkwardly until you finally stood up.
since the rows were so narrow, your movement brought you close… too close. jisung gulped as you stepped into his space, your perfume wrapping around him. he tightened his grip on his backpack straps.
“do you wanna start working on the project now? i have classes every day, and my evenings are pretty busy, so…” your voice trailed off meaningfully. jisung knew. oh, he knew. your evenings were reserved for livestreams. his evenings were also reserved for your livestreams. obviously, the project couldn’t cut into those sacred hours.
“uh, okay… do you wanna go to the library?” he managed, pushing his glasses up his nose. they kept sliding down because he had to crane his neck to look at you from this close distance.
“sure! next time, we can work at your dorm. i’d offer mine, but we have a strict no-boys policy in the apartment,” you said with a laugh, then added, “though my roommates break that rule all the time.”
“what about you?” the question tumbled out of jisung’s mouth before his brain could intercept it. his eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe he asked that
but you didn’t seem fazed. instead, you grinned. “you know, a lady doesn’t kiss and tell,” you teased, throwing in a wink that made his brain implode just a little.
as you spoke, jisung’s gaze flitted over you again—your mannerisms, your voice, that unmistakable charisma. the longer he looked, the more it hit him like a sledgehammer to the face. how had he not recognized you as collette sooner? sure, you wore a mask on the streams, and your hair was styled differently, but it was unmistakable now. you were her. and yet, standing here in front of him, you felt even more unattainable.
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at the library again, you couldn’t find a private room since you hadn’t booked ahead, so you settled for a secluded table tucked into the corner of the study area. it was jisung’s favorite spot on campus, not that he’d ever admit that to you. he didn’t want to look more like a loser than he already did.
you’d tied your hair up in a ponytail, and jisung wished you hadn’t. the simple change opened up your neck and collarbones, exposing more skin for his eyes to betray him over. he swore he could count the faint freckles scattered across your shoulders if he stared long enough. and, god, did he want to.
jisung sighed, pressing his palms into his eyes in an attempt to reset his brain. he needed to focus. if he was going to make it through this study session, he needed to stop thinking about your freckles or how your lip gloss shimmered every time your mouth moved.
focus, jisung. he started mentally listing the least sexy things he could think of: spongebob, frogs, khaki jeans, loud chewing. he even dredged up the memory of his fourth-grade math teacher, a grumpy woman he was convinced secretly hated him. it worked, until he realized you were talking to him, and he’d been staring straight past you like an idiot.
“sorry, what was that?” he blurted, blinking rapidly and focusing in on your glossy lips forming the last word of whatever you’d said.
you tilted your head slightly, your ponytail swaying with the movement. “i said, do you want to split up the research? or do you just want to work on the same section together?”
“uh…” jisung’s brain scrambled for footing, his face heating up again. “splitting it up is fine. yeah. let’s do that.”
you smiled at him, and he swore it felt like the library got ten degrees hotter. “great! i’ll take the first half, and you can take the second?”
“sure,” he mumbled, fumbling to pull out his laptop. as you turned back to your notes, jisung caught himself glancing at your neck and down to your cleavage again. frogs, he thought desperately. frogs. khaki jeans. loud chewing. but none of it helped.
he needed a cold shower. desperately. every time you leaned into him, jisung’s resolve cracked a little more. he was barely hanging on as it was, his left hand glued to his lap, pressing down in a feeble attempt to hide the semi he’d been sporting for the last twenty minutes.
“what do you think of this?” you asked, sliding your laptop toward him. your voice was sweet, your tone light and inviting, but jisung couldn’t focus on anything except how close you were.
“that’s good,” he mumbled quickly, trying to sound casual even though his throat felt like sandpaper.
“really?” you tilted your head, eyeing him skeptically. “you say that about everything i show you.”
“cause you’re really good at this,” he blurted out. he pressed harder on his lap, his fingers twitching in frustration.
you laughed softly, the sound making his heart stutter. then, to his horror, you gave him a slow once-over, your eyes narrowing slightly as you studied him. “you okay? you look tense.”
“yup, all good,” he said too quickly, his voice high-pitched. he glued his eyes to his laptop, pretending to focus on the passage in front of him, though the words blurred together into an unintelligible mess. please stop looking at me, he begged silently. please.
but instead, you cocked your head, resting your chin in your hand. “you know,” you began thoughtfully, “you sound like someone i know.”
jisung froze. fuck.
his mind went blank, panic flooding his system. his ears burned, and he felt a bead of sweat slide down the back of his neck. did you figure it out? do you know?
“but it couldn’t possibly be,” you said, shaking your head slightly as you turned back to your notes. “you’re too different.”
he released a shaky breath, his heart pounding so violently it felt like it might burst through his ribs. his lips pressed into a tight line as he risked a glance at you. so you did remember andy. jisung had assumed that with so many followers, even your most loyal supporter might fade into the background of your memory. but the private livestreams, the filthy words jisung had whispered that made you moan harder, all the praises and compliments he showered you with—it seemed those had stuck with you. because you remembered his voice.
“i’m gonna use the restroom really quick,” you said, standing up abruptly.
jisung’s eyes followed you as you walked away, the sway of your hips distracting him momentarily before reality snapped back into focus. as soon as you were out of sight, he groaned, his shoulders slumping as he looked down at his lap and the unmistakable tent that had formed there.
he needed to take care of this. now.
standing up, jisung winced at the sensitivity and began making his way toward the bathroom, his head down in an attempt to avoid eye contact with anyone. but just as he approached the hallway, he caught the sound of muffled voices. one of them raised, the other low and pleading. his steps faltered when he recognized your voice.
he crept closer and pressed himself against the wall, just barely peeking around the corner. there you were, gesturing wildly, your brows furrowed in anger as you stood toe-to-toe with someone jisung instantly recognized as sungchan, the captain of the basketball team.
“i told you to leave me alone,” you snapped, your voice sharp. “texting me from taro’s phone? really? now you’re dragging other people into this? why can’t you just understand that i want nothing to do with you anymore?”
“y/n, please,” sungchan said, his tone dripping with desperation. “i don’t know what else you want me to do. i’ve apologized a million times, and i’ve cut all communication with her. i haven’t seen her in months.”
he took a step closer, but you shoved him back by the chest.
“you should’ve done that before fucking her, don’t you think?” you laughed bitterly, shaking your head in disbelief.
“hey, it didn’t mean a thing to me, you know that,” sungchan said, his voice softening as he reached for your hip and squeezed. “you’re the only one i want.”
your body stiffened at his touch, and you glared up at him. “don’t touch me,” you hissed, but he didn’t move, his grip firm.
jisung’s jaw clenched. his fists balled at his sides as his eye twitched. why the hell was this guy touching you when it was clear you didn’t want him to?
“c’mon, baby,” sungchan purred, leaning in dangerously close to your neck. “you know i’m the only one who can make you feel good.”
before jisung could stop himself, he was stepping out from behind the corner. he cleared his throat loudly. the sound startled no one, so he did it again, this time pairing it with a sharp, “hey.”
his voice came out deeper than he expected, reverberating in the narrow hallway.
sungchan’s head snapped up, pulling away from your neck as he turned to look at the interruption. your eyes widened when they landed on jisung, standing there taller than usual, his broad shoulders squared.
“just wanted to check if you were alright,” jisung said, his gaze fixed on you, his voice steady.
sungchan’s expression darkened as his grip on your hip tightened. “and who the hell are you?” he spat, his tone venomous.
jisung didn’t flinch at sungchan’s hostility. his dark eyes flickered to your hip, where sungchan’s hand still rested, and then back to sungchan’s face.
“her partner,” jisung said evenly, his tone calm yet carrying a subtle edge. technically, he wasn’t lying, you were his group partner. “and she doesn’t look too comfortable right now.”
you glanced at jisung, your lips parting in surprise. sungchan let out a dry laugh, his hand finally dropping from your hip as he turned to fully face jisung. he towered over most people, but jisung stood his ground, unbothered by the difference in height.
“you’re her partner?” sungchan sneered, looking jisung up and down with a smirk that screamed condescension. “you don’t seem like her type.”
jisung’s jaw tightened, but his expression remained neutral. he looked at you instead, his voice softening slightly. “you sure you’re okay?”
your lips pressed together as you nodded quickly, your hands fidgeting at your sides. “i’m fine, jisung. really.”
but sungchan wasn’t done. “jisung, huh?” he repeated, his smirk widening. “sounds familiar. oh, wait—” he tilted his head, mockingly stroking his chin. “aren’t you that quiet little nobody who’s always hiding in haechan’s shadow?”
jisung didn’t react to the insult, though his nails dug into his palms. “that’s me,” he said with a shrug, his voice still maddeningly steady. “and you’re the guy who can’t take a hint and harasses girls.”
sungchan’s smirk dropped instantly, his expression hardening. “what did you just say?”
“you heard me,” jisung replied, his voice low. he adjusted his glasses with one hand, his confidence only making sungchan’s irritation grow. “she asked you to leave her alone, didn’t she? or was that too complicated for you to understand?”
you blinked at jisung, momentarily stunned at his boldness. sungchan, on the other hand, took a step forward, his fists clenching.
“listen here, you little shi—”
“stop!” your voice cut through the tension. both jisung and sungchan turned to look at you. you stepped between them, your expression firm as you faced sungchan. “i meant what i said, sungchan. this is over. stop calling me, stop texting me, stop showing up where i am. just—stop. i don’t want to see you anymore.”
sungchan’s jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring as he stared at you. “fine,” he finally said, his voice clipped. “but don’t come crawling back when you realize no one else is gonna treat you like i did.”
jisung couldn’t hold back the quiet scoff that escaped him, and sungchan shot him a glare before storming off down the hallway.
as the echo of sungchan’s footsteps faded, the tension in your shoulders eased slightly. you turned to jisung, your expression both grateful and embarrassed.
“thanks,” you said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “you didn’t have to do that.”
jisung shrugged, his face a little pink as he adjusted his glasses again. “it’s no big deal. i just… couldn’t stand there and do nothing.”
“still, i appreciate it. my knight in shining glasses” you gave him a small smile.
jisung’s ears burned at the nickname, and he looked away, suddenly very interested in the floor. “ha, yeah.”
you laughed lightly “c’mon,” you said, gesturing toward the library’s main area. “let’s continue working”
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you continued having sessions for the project after class, and slowly, jisung started coming out of his shell. he still mumbled and stuttered every now and then, especially when your attention lingered on him for too long, but he was starting to hold actual conversations now. and once he got going, it was hard to stop him. he’d gush about the most random things, like his favorite video game characters or how much he hated remakes of old horror movies. sometimes, he’d pull up conspiracy theory videos about aliens on his phone, his voice picking up speed as he rambled about the possibility of extraterrestrial life.
“i mean, think about it… how could we be the only ones in this massive universe? that’s just statistically improbable,” he’d say, adjusting his glasses as he leaned closer to show you grainy footage of a supposed UFO. you’d nod along, amused by his enthusiasm, even if half of it went over your head.
you also learned jisung had a thing for metal music. he shyly pulled out his phone one day to show you his collection of signed albums from bands you’d never even heard of. “this one’s from when they did a secret show in busan,” he explained, his fingers tracing the signatures like they were sacred artifacts. “and this? their first album. impossible to find in good condition.”
“wow, you’re really into this,” you said, smirking as you scrolled through the pictures. “so... are you in a band or something?”
he flushed immediately, shaking his head. “no, no! i’m not cool enough for that,” he muttered.
you couldn’t help but smile. “i think you’re cool,” you said simply, and his ears turned pink.
but jisung’s curiosity didn’t stop at music or aliens. he was fascinated by the simplest things. one time, you brought a new lip gloss to class—the kind that didn’t smudge or rub off no matter what. jisung had been so impressed that he begged you to show him how it worked.
“wait, so it stays on? like, even if you eat something? how?” he asked, eyes wide as you swiped some on the back of your hand.
“even if i kissed you right now it wouldn’t come off”
“oh… w-what’s in it? do you have the ingredients list?” he stuttered, his hand coming up to his face to hide the blush on his cheeks.
you laughed. “are you serious right now?”
“yes! this is pretty cool,” he said shyly. “i need to know.”
he was, all in all, a total nerd. but you found that endearing. you liked how he could get so passionate about the smallest details, even if he didn’t realize how cute he looked when he did it.
what you wanted to know most, though, was if he was really loaded. after all, someone had to be, to spend eighteen thousand dollars like that. one particular evening, while you were working on the project at a cafe, you decided to subtly bring it up.
“so... you said you tutor a lot of students, right?” you asked, stirring your iced coffee.
jisung nodded, flipping through his notes. “yeah. it’s decent money, especially before exams.”
“and you... do homework for them too?” you added, raising an eyebrow.
he hesitated, looking a little guilty. “only when they pay extra,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “but yeah. it’s not a big deal.”
“huh,” you said, leaning back in your chair. “you must be really good at it to make that much money.”
“i mean, i guess,” he mumbled, avoiding your gaze. “but it’s not that much.”
“you sure about that?” you teased, giving him a knowing look. “because eighteen thousand isn’t exactly chump change.”
his head snapped up, and for a moment, he looked like a scared hamster. “w-what?” he stammered.
“nothing,” you said, smiling innocently.
he went back to his notes, but you didn’t miss the way his hand trembled slightly as he flipped the page. interesting.
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the next time jisung almost had a heart attack because of you was after one particularly grueling day of tutoring half of sungchan’s frat. he’d spent hours going over equations with guys who clearly had no interest in learning and had been on edge the whole time, doing his best to avoid running into sungchan himself. all the bravery he’d mustered at the library had definitely worn off.
he finally made it back to his dorm, exhausted and ready to collapse, only to freeze in the doorway at the sight of you sitting prettily on the edge of his bed, flipping through one of the XXX magazines sitting on his desk. his eyes widened, and his mouth opened to say something, but no words came out.
you noticed him and laughed at his expression. “one of your roommates let me in,” you said, your voice light and teasing. “i think his name’s jaemin?”
jisung blinked, his brain struggling to process. “uh… yeah, jaemin,” he managed to stammer.
“i came to see haechan, but he wasn’t in,” you explained, crossing your legs in a way jisung was so familiar with now. “so i thought i’d pay my new best friend a visit.”
his stomach did a full somersault as he realized you were talking about him. “oh… uhm, hi” he said weakly, scratching the back of his head as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.
“hi,” you echoed with a grin, holding up the magazine. “some interesting reading material you’ve got here.”
“t-that’s not mine,” he blurted out, his face flushing red. “it’s haechan’s. i swear.”
you tilted your head, clearly unconvinced but too amused to care. “no need to be embarrassed,” you said casually, placing the magazine back on his desk. “you’re not the first boy in whose room i’ve found porn.”
jisung’s ears burned, and he had no idea how to respond to that. “right…” he muttered, shifting awkwardly.
“your room’s cleaner than i expected,” you added, glancing around.
“did you think i’d be messy?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“hmm, more like… sloppy,” you said, arching a brow in a way that could only be described as suggestive.
jisung swallowed hard, unsure if you were flirting or just messing with him. either way, his brain was short-circuiting. “oh?” he said, his voice coming out higher than he intended.
you laughed and leaned back on your hands, watching him with that same playful glint in your eyes. “relax, jisung. i’m just messing with you.”
he let out a small, nervous chuckle and stepped further into the room, trying to act like your presence wasn’t completely throwing him off. “so, uh… what brings you here?” he asked, carefully setting his backpack down.
“just bored,” you said with a shrug. “and since you’re my new best friend, i figured you’d entertain me.”
he blinked. “entertain?” shit, he almost got hard just hearing that.
“obviously,” you said, grinning. “you’re way more fun than haechan anyway.”
jisung doubted that, but he wasn’t about to argue. instead, he sat down at his desk, desperately trying to ignore how pretty you looked sitting on his bed.
“how about you show me how to play that game you talked about?” you asked, walking over to him and resting your arm on his gaming chair.
jisung blinked up at you, startled. “you wanna learn how to play League of Legends?” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up.
“sure. it sounded fun when you told me about it,” you said with a casual shrug.
“uhm, okay then,” jisung said, his voice a little higher than usual as he leaned to flip the power switch on his PC. then he paused, realizing he didn’t have an extra chair. “wait, let me go borrow haechan’s chair,” he said quickly, jogging out of the room.
when jisung returned, chair in hand, his steps faltered. you were leaning over his desk, your skirt riding up just enough to show him what color were your panties today. his first thought, entirely unhelpful, was how badly he wanted to bend you over that desk. his second thought, unfortunately delayed, was that you had turned on his monitor.
and on the screen, clear as day, was his account page.
“so, it was you,” you said, the tone of your voice laced with triumph.
jisung’s eyes widened, panic flaring to life. “what—what are you talking about?” he stammered, dropping the chair with a clatter.
“andyp4rk02,” you said, your voice lilting with satisfaction as you turned to face him, crossing your arms. “i felt it was you. but i’m glad to have a confirmation now.”
jisung froze, his breath catching in his throat as his brain scrambled for something to say. “i—uh—what—”
“you’re not even gonna try to deny it?” you teased, stepping closer to him, the corner of your mouth quirking up in a smirk. “honestly, i was starting to think i was crazy. but you just confirmed it.”
“i—it’s not—” jisung’s voice cracked as he tried to speak, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air.
you tilted your head, watching him struggle with an almost predatory gleam in your eyes. “relax, jisung. i’m not mad,” you said, your tone softer now, though it didn’t erase the teasing edge. “in fact…” you took another step closer, your voice lowering slightly. “i’m intrigued.”
“huh?” jisung’s voice was barely above a whisper, his throat dry as he tried to process what you were saying.
“the one thing i’m most curious about,” you said, taking a step closer, your tone casual but your gaze sharp, “is how you… a freshman, who doesn’t seem to have a job besides tutoring, managed to splurge thousands of dollars on me?”
jisung swallowed hard, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. “i just…” he mumbled, looking away, his ears burning as he avoided your piercing gaze.
“c’mon, don’t be shy.” you leaned in slightly, your smirk widening. “andy would’ve bent me over that desk over there and started spilling every single thing i asked for.”
jisung’s eyes snapped up to your face, wide with shock. how did you know exactly what had flashed through his mind mere seconds ago?
“s-sorry,” jisung stammered, looking like he wanted to shrink into the floor. “this is just… are you really not uncomfortable? with me, i mean?”
“why would i be?” you asked, tilting your head as though the question itself was ridiculous. “i’ve gotten to know you better now. i know you’re not a weirdo or anything.”
jisung blinked, staring at you like you’d just told him the sky wasn’t blue. “but i—i mean, with everything i said to you before… all of that—”
“all of that was online,” you cut him off smoothly, your tone light. “and honestly? i think it’s kinda cute how much you adored me. well, adore me,” you corrected with a sly grin.
jisung’s jaw dropped slightly, his face somehow heating even more. “you… think it’s cute?”
“of course,” you said with a soft shrug, your tone so casual it was almost disarming. “you’ve been sweet this whole time, even when you were trying so hard to hide it. honestly, i’m flattered.”
your lips curled into a teasing smile as you leaned in just slightly. “but now, i want to know—” your voice dipped lower, warm and slow. your eyes locked with his, drawing him in without effort. “how did you manage it? the money, i mean.”
jisung swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he struggled to form a coherent response. “well… uhm…” he shifted nervously, one hand rubbing at the back of his neck. “i… saved up a lot of money since i was a kid,” he began, his voice quiet but steady as he forced himself to meet your gaze.
“i made a system,” he continued, his words gaining a bit more confidence as he explained. “i cashed a lot of favors, even in school. i’ve been doing other people’s homework since primary, practically. also…” he hesitated, his eyes flickering to the ground for a moment before darting back to you. “my dad… he started giving me an allowance every month when i was 14, and i never really used it for anything. so… i’ve just been saving. for a long time.”
you tilted your head slightly, clearly intrigued. “wow,” you murmured, crossing your arms in thought. the movement wasn’t intentional—or maybe it was—but it pushed your cleavage up just enough to make jisung’s brain stutter.
his eyes flickered down for half a second before he froze, his face turning crimson. his chest tightened, his breath shallow, because he was sure that if he so much as brushed against you right now, he’d moan like some desperate, pathetic fool.
“that’s… impressive,” you added, breaking the silence, though your tone had shifted, tinged with something almost playful. “you must’ve been really dedicated to saving all that up.” your words hung in the air, light and teasing, but your gaze lingered, as if searching for something deeper.
“y-yeah,” jisung stammered, his hands fidgeting by his sides. “i guess i’ve just… always been good with managing money.”
“clearly,” you said with a grin. you leaned in slightly, your voice dropping just enough to send his heart into overdrive. “it’s kinda sexy, you know.”
jisung’s brain went blank, his entire body tensing as if he couldn’t process what he’d just heard. sexy? he repeated in his mind, struggling not to outwardly combust. his mouth opened as if to respond, but no words came out, and the only sound was the faint hum of his computer in the background.
“you okay?” you asked, your smile widening as you noticed his wide-eyed expression.
“y-yeah,” he managed to croak out, though his voice cracked slightly.
“relax, jisung,” you said, stepping closer, your fingers brushing the edge of his sleeve. his breath hitched, and you couldn’t help but smile at how utterly helpless he looked under your gaze.
“i-i am,” he stammered, but the way he gripped the desk behind him for support said otherwise.
you laughed softly, tilting your head as your hand slid up his arm, fingers ghosting over his bicep before trailing down to rest lightly on his chest. “sure you are,” you murmured, leaning in so your lips were just inches from his ear. “you’ve been nervous since you entered the room.”
“i… i’m not nervous,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.
“oh, really?” you teased, letting your hand slip under the hem of his shirt. your fingertips grazed the warm skin of his stomach, and he jolted, sucking in a sharp breath. “but you’re trembling.”
“t-that’s not—” his words were cut off when your other hand came up to brush the hair out of his face, your touch gentle yet firm as you tilted his chin up to meet your eyes.
“you’re so cute,” you whispered, your thumb lightly grazing his jawline. his eyes widened, his lips parting slightly.
“you’ve been so sweet to me, sungie,” you continued, your voice dropping lower. “how could i not want to thank you?”
“t-thank me?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
you didn’t answer right away. instead, you leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss to his cheek, so close to the corner of his mouth that he let out an involuntary whimper. “mhmm,” you hummed, your lips brushing against his skin as you moved to the other side, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his jawline.
jisung’s breathing was ragged now, his chest rising and falling rapidly as your hand slid further up his shirt, your nails grazing lightly against his ribs. “is this okay?” you asked softly, your lips hovering near his ear.
“y-yeah,” he managed to choke out, his voice trembling.
“good,” you murmured, pressing a kiss just below his ear, then another on the side of his neck. his hands gripped the edge of the desk so tightly his knuckles were white, and he let out a shaky breath, his head tilting slightly to give you more access.
you smirked, trailing your lips back up to his cheek, stopping just short of his lips. “you’re so quiet now,” you teased, your fingers lightly tracing circles on his stomach. “no more stuttering?”
“i… i don’t…” jisung panted, his words trailing off as your lips brushed against the corner of his mouth.
“you don’t what?” you asked, pulling back just enough to meet his dazed gaze. his eyes were half-lidded, his face flushed, and his lips parted as he struggled to catch his breath.
before he could answer, the sharp buzz of your phone vibrating broke the moment. you blinked, startled, and jisung let out a shaky exhale, his head dropping back against the wall in relief… or frustration.
“hold that thought,” you said, your voice still low as you reached into your pocket. your fingers lingered on his stomach for a moment before you pulled away completely.
jisung watched in a daze as you checked your phone, your lips pressing together. “looks like i’ve got to go,” you said, slipping the device back into your pocket.
“w-what?” he stammered, his voice cracking again as he stared at you in disbelief. “y-you’re leaving?”
“for now,” you said with a wink, stepping back and smoothing your skirt. “don’t miss me too much, okay?”
jisung could only nod dumbly, still leaning against the desk like his legs might give out at any moment.
“oh, and jisung?” you added, pausing at the door. he looked up, his wide eyes meeting yours. “you might want to take care of… that.” your gaze flicked downward for just a moment, and his face turned a brilliant shade of red as he scrambled to adjust his shirt.
you laughed, shooting him one last playful smile before disappearing out the door, leaving him flustered, breathless, and utterly unable to think about anything else but how good your lips felt on his skin.
that night, jisung lost count of how many times he jerked off. by the time he was done, he was so spent he didn’t even bother cleaning up properly. he passed out with a mess of cum smeared across his abdomen, his sheets damp and sticking to his skin.
the sound of retching woke him up.
he groaned, squinting as the sunlight poured directly onto his face. blinking sleepily, he turned his head to see haechan standing at the foot of his bed, his face twisted into an expression of pure disgust.
“look at the state of you…” haechan said, shaking his head like a disappointed parent. “seriously, dude, your dick’s gonna disintegrate if you keep going like this.”
“get out,” jisung groaned, voice hoarse. he rolled over, pulling the blanket halfway over his head to shield himself from both the sunlight and his roommate’s judgment.
“i would, but i have a message from y/n,”
jisung sat up at the sound of your name. his heart pounding as if he’d been jolted with electricity.
“she said she can’t meet you at the library today…”
jisung froze, the sudden buzz of energy deflating into cold panic. “oh,” he said softly, his voice laced with disappointment.
his mind immediately began spiraling. were you avoiding him? now that you knew he was andy, did you think he was a creep? were you disgusted? did you regret what happened yesterday? every terrible scenario played in his head as he stared blankly ahead, anxiety tightening its grip on his chest.
before he could spiral further, haechan continued, dragging out his words for dramatic effect.
“…she said she wants to meet you somewhere else instead.”
jisung’s head snapped toward him. “what?”
“she said she sent you the address and tried calling, but your phone’s off.”
his eyes darted to the floor where his phone lay facedown. practically leaping out of bed, he stumbled over the blanket, barely managing to stay upright as he grabbed the phone and plugged it into the charger.
“relax, dude. she’s not breaking up with you,” haechan said with a smirk.
“shut up,” jisung muttered, his focus entirely on the phone as it turned back on. when the screen finally lit up, he saw your message waiting for him.
his thumb hovered over it before he opened it. the address you’d sent was for a studio about thirty minutes away from campus. jisung frowned, his mind racing again. why there? what kind of place was it? and more importantly, how was he supposed to get there?
he groaned, already planning how he could convince jeno to lend him his car for the evening. but before he could get too far into his thoughts, he noticed haechan still standing there, arms crossed and a suspicious look on his face.
“what?” jisung asked, narrowing his eyes.
“nothing,” haechan said, but the grin spreading across his face said otherwise. “have fun tonight.”
with a wink, haechan strolled out of the room, leaving jisung standing there, equal parts nervous and excited, as he tried to figure out just what you had planned.
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by the time jisung reached the address you sent, he was soaked through to the bone. his hair sticking to his forehead, dripping rainwater down his face, and his clothes clung to his skin, cold and uncomfortable. jeno had flat-out refused to lend him his car, so jisung had to take the bus. the bus stop was two blocks away, and by the time he’d sprinted there in the pouring rain, his sneakers squelched with every step.
he stood now, breathless and drenched, staring up at the old building in front of him. the windows were grimy, and the exterior had an eerie, almost abandoned feel to it. with a reluctant sigh, he pushed the heavy door open and stepped into the lobby. it was completely quiet. the reception desk was empty, and no one was in sight, so he made his way up the narrow staircase to the third floor.
when he reached the door, his heart was hammering. should he have texted to let you know he was here? was he being too forward? after a beat of hesitation, he knocked, his knuckles tapping softly against the wood.
the door swung open after his third knock.
there you were, looking impossibly beautiful. your pink flowy dress caught the light, the fabric swirling around your legs as you smiled up at him. he’d never seen you wear a dress like that before. your makeup was flawless, more than usual, and the sight made his breath catch in his throat.
"you’re really punctual," you said with a soft smile, stepping aside to let him in.
but jisung didn’t move at first. his eyes scanned the space around him as he took it all in.
“is this…” he breathed in disbelief.
“welcome to collette’s studio.” you patted him lightly on the back, gently pushing him further inside.
“i wanted you to see it,” you continued, walking ahead, your fingers brushing against the smooth white sheets of the bed that dominated the center of the room. you glanced back at him with an expectant look.
jisung felt like he’d been dropped into one of his wet dreams. "i’m…" his words faltered as his senses overloaded, trying to catch up with what was happening.
"in shock?" you giggled softly, the sound light and airy. "you’re the first person i bring here."
"really?" he asked, his backpack slipping off his shoulder and falling to the floor with a soft thud.
“you brought your notes?” you asked, a teasing smile tugging at your lips.
"yeah…" he stammered, feeling foolish now. "aren’t we gonna finish… the project?"
your gaze locked with his as you moved closer, your presence drawing him in. his eyes flicked nervously to the neon sign hanging on the wall.
"hm, we can… or we could do something more fun?" you suggested, your voice a soft temptation. you stepped closer, until there was barely any space between you two.
jisung tried to keep his composure, but his body betrayed him. every inch of him stiffened as you moved into his personal space.
"i have a proposal for you, sungie," you said, your voice lowering, honeyed and sweet. your hand found its way to the back of his neck, your fingers tracing the skin there lightly, coaxing a soft sigh from his lips.
"y-yeah?" he breathed out, eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment at the sensation of your touch.
"would you like to guest on my channel?"
jisung’s eyes snapped open, disbelief painting his expression. “what?… y-you mean… do a livestream with you?”
he could barely comprehend what you were saying, his brain scrambling to process the words. "but you… you never do that… it’s always just collette."
you smiled softly, a glint of something mysterious dancing in your eyes. "you’re right, but for a while, i’ve been thinking of changing that. i just never found anyone i trusted enough for it."
jisung’s mind was racing. he couldn’t believe this was happening. you, asking him? how many times had he imagined being in this room, taking you in that very bed? but now that the opportunity was right in front of him, he was frozen. what if he wasn’t enough? what if he couldn’t satisfy you like you wanted?
“it’s okay if you don’t want to… it was pretty sudden of me to ask this,” you said, sensing his hesitation. you slowly withdrew your hand from his neck, leaving him cold and wanting more.
jisung panicked. he didn’t want you to think he was rejecting you, but the fear of embarrassing himself in front of not only you but a whole audience gripped him tight. what if he couldn’t live up to your expectations?
but then again, the thought of you finding someone else to do this with made his stomach twist with anxiety. he couldn’t back down now.
with shaky hands, he finally nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "i’ll do it."
“really?” you asked, your voice tinged with genuine surprise. you hadn’t expected him to agree. jisung didn’t exactly strike you as the type to willingly step into the spotlight, let alone in this particular way. this had every potential to go sideways.
but there he was, standing in front of you, his expression a blend of nervousness and determination. he looked like he was trying to keep himself from bolting.
you extended your hand toward him, watching as his gaze flickered down to it. he hesitated, just for a moment, before his much larger hand engulfed yours. his touch was clammy, his grip tentative, but it was enough.
“have you done this before?” you asked, glancing back at him as you led him toward the bed.
he looked utterly petrified, like a deer caught in headlights, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. “a livestream, you mean? uh… yeah, i’ve—uh—seen a few… i mean, no! not seen, done! wait, i mean—”
you chuckled softly, cutting off his flustered rambling. “no, silly. i meant… is this your first time having sex?”
your tone was so casual and devoid of any judgment that it caught him completely off guard. his entire face went up in flames. he nodded slowly, his lips pressed into a tight line.
your smile softened, and you stepped closer, placing your hands lightly on his chest. “then, we should practice before turning the camera on, don’t you think?”
he swallowed hard, his lips parting in a nervous attempt to respond, but no words came out. he simply nodded, his breaths shallow and uneven when you pushed him down onto the bed.
you reached for the straps of your dress and slid them off your shoulders, the fabric slipping down your body and pooling at your feet. jisung’s eyes went wide, his lips slightly parted as he stared at you. his gaze flickered nervously, starting at your feet and slowly working its way up, lingering on the delicate white lace of your underwear. he looked like he was on the verge of tearing up.
you moved closer, settling yourself onto his lap. the sudden pressure made him suck in a sharp breath, his hands hovering awkwardly at his sides.
“tell me what you like,” you murmured, leaning in just enough for your lips to ghost over the shell of his ear.
“w-what do you mean?” his voice cracked, and he looked up at you with wide, panicked eyes. his hands were still frozen in place, unsure of what to do, so you gently took them and placed them on your waist.
“you can touch me,” you said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair out of his face. “when you watch my streams… what do you like?”
his whole body tensed, his fingers spreading hesitantly over your waist. he looked like he wanted to crawl out of his skin, but at the same time, he couldn’t seem to look away. “uhm… i-i don’t know… i… i pretty much like everything,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
“do you like when i use the toys?” you asked, your lips brushing against his as you spoke.
“y-yes,” he breathed, the word coming out shaky and unsteady.
“do you like it more when i lay down or when i sit?” you asked, trailing your hands under the hem of his shirt and tugging it up.
his breath hitched as you motioned for him to stand. he obeyed, his movements clumsy as he pulled off his shirt and hesitated with his pants. his hands trembled as he pushed them down, leaving him standing there in just his boxers, his face burning crimson.
“uhm” he started, his voice cracking. he swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the floor before flicking back to you. “when you sit?”
the second the words left his mouth, you pushed him gently, and he stumbled back onto the bed with a gasp. the flush on his cheeks deepened, spreading to the tips of his ears, as he looked up at you with anticipation.
“good,” you murmured, your fingers trailing along his chest. “then let’s see if you like this more.”
the sight of you straddling his lap made jisung’s throat go dry, his mouth parting slightly as his breath quickened. was this really happening? was he actually about to lose his virginity with the girl he had spent countless nights fantasizing about? every inch of him buzzed with nervous energy, and for a fleeting moment, he thought he might actually cry—happy tears, of course, but still tears.
before his mind could spiral further, he felt the soft press of your lips against his. the sensation was so unexpected and overwhelming that he whimpered without meaning to. the sound would’ve embarrassed him any other time, but he was too lost in the moment to care. his lips parted instinctively, allowing your tongue to slide into his mouth, deepening the kiss.
your fingers threaded into his hair, massaging his scalp, and a low moan escaped him. the warmth of your touch was intoxicating, but then your hips shifted, brushing against the hardness in his boxers, and jisung gasped into your mouth.
“shit,” he whispered, his voice shaky as his hips jerked up in response, pressing himself against your core. the friction drew a needy, broken moan from you that he immediately wished he could record and replay for the rest of his life. his head fell back slightly, breaking the kiss.
“how does that feel?” you murmured, grinding your hips against him again. “hm?”
“g-good… so… go—” his words trailed off, his eyes snapping open as he caught you unclasping your bra. the sight of you now bare from the waist up making him forget how to breathe.
he’d seen you topless before on your livestreams, but this was something else entirely. now, you were right in front of him, real and tangible. your breasts were perfect, even better than his wildest dreams, and his hands twitched on your hips, desperate to touch but unsure if he even had the right to.
“go ahead,” you said softly, as if you’d read his mind.
jisung hesitated, the thought flashing through his mind: am i even worthy of this? but before doubt could take hold, you grabbed his hands, guiding them to your chest.
“fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his fingers trembling as they cupped the warm, supple flesh. the softness beneath his palms made his head spin, and he instinctively squeezed, earning a quiet hum of approval from you. “so… perfect,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, shyness seeping into his tone.
you smiled at him and leaned in closer, pushing your chest into his hands. his thumbs grazed over your nipples, and you bit your lip, the simple action making his heart feel like it might pound out of his chest.
“you’re doing so well, sungie,” you praised, your words wrapping around him like a warm blanket. he felt his confidence grow just a little, his hands becoming bolder as he continued to touch you, mesmerized by how soft and warm you were.
“c-can i…?” he trailed off, his lips brushing against your collarbone as he spoke.
“go ahead,” you encouraged, and his mouth descended hesitantly, leaving a tentative kiss on the curve of your breast. the feeling was so new that he couldn’t stop the soft groan that escaped him.
jisung pressed his lips against your skin again, this time lingering a little longer. he felt the soft rise and fall of your chest beneath him, and it was mesmerizing. the warmth, the way you smelled faintly of vanilla, and the soft sighs you let out as he kissed along the curve of your breast—it was too much for him, and not enough all at once.
you tilted your head back slightly, giving him more room, your fingers still tangled in his hair as he kissed lower. his tongue darted out, shyly tracing your skin, and he heard you hum in approval. the sound sent a jolt straight through him, and his hips involuntarily bucked up into yours, pressing against your core.
“that’s it, sungie,” you murmured, your voice like velvet, guiding him. “you can touch more if you want. i don’t bite”
the teasing lilt in your voice made his entire face flush, but it also spurred him on. he let one hand wander, sliding up your side hesitantly before it cupped your other breast. his touch was still timid, his thumb brushing over your nipple experimentally. when you gasped softly and your hips shifted against his, jisung nearly lost it.
“does that feel good?” he asked, his voice barely audible, shaky and full of nerves.
“mhmm,” you nodded, your lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. “you’re doing so well.”
the praise made him braver, and he leaned back slightly to look at you. your hair was slightly mussed, your lips parted, and your eyes were hooded as you gazed down at him. you looked like a dream, like something he’d only ever dared to imagine in the privacy of his own room.
jisung’s breath came in shallow pants as he watched you. your skin was soft, and your scent filled his senses, making it impossible for him to think about anything else.
“take these off too,” you murmured, your fingers tugging lightly at the waistband of his boxers.
his entire face burned crimson as he nodded, his hands shaking slightly as he hooked his thumbs under the fabric and began to slide them down. his heart was pounding so hard he thought it wasn’t normal, but the thought of stopping never even crossed his mind.
you leaned back just enough to give him room, watching as he pushed the boxers down his hips, his movements awkward and nervous. once he kicked them off completely, he sat there, completely bare before you, his hands fidgeting at his sides as he avoided your gaze.
“hey,” you said softly, reaching out to tilt his chin up so he’d look at you. “don’t be shy. you’re perfect, sungie.”
his eyes widened slightly at your words, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.
“you’re really cute when you’re flustered, you know that?” you teased, leaning in to kiss him again. this time, the kiss was slower, deeper, and jisung melted into it, his hands finally moving to rest on your waist.
you shifted in his lap, pressing your core against him, and he gasped into your mouth, his hips jerking up instinctively.
“s-sorry,” he stammered, pulling back slightly, his face a deep shade of red.
“don’t apologize,” you said, brushing your fingers through his hair. “you’re doing so well.”
your praise made his chest swell, and he swallowed hard, his eyes flicking down to where your bodies were pressed together.
“touch me more, sungie,” you encouraged, taking his hands and guiding them up your sides, over your ribs, until they were back on your chest.
his fingers trembled as they cupped you, his thumbs brushing over your nipples experimentally. when you let out a soft moan, his confidence grew, and he leaned down to kiss your neck, his lips trailing lower until they found the curve of your breast.
“just like that,” you whispered, your fingers threading through his hair again as he continued exploring your body.
your hands slid down his back, your nails grazing his skin lightly, and jisung shivered under your touch. his own hands started to roam more boldly, tracing the curve of your waist, the small of your back, and finally settling on your ass.
you shifted again, grinding down against him, and he let out a choked moan, his head falling against your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.
“you’re so sensitive,” you murmured, kissing the side of his neck.
“i… i c-can’t help it,” he stuttered, his voice shaky. “you’re… you’re just…”
you smiled, pressing a finger to his lips to hush him. “it’s okay, sungie. just let me take care of you.”
he nodded, his hands gripping your hips tighter as you continued to move against him. every touch, every kiss, every sound you made drove him closer to the edge, and he didn’t know how much more he could take.
you leaned back slightly, reaching between your bodies to tug your panties down, and jisung watched with wide eyes as you discarded them. he couldn’t believe this was happening, like any moment he might wake up in his bed, alone and frustrated.
“are you okay?” you asked, your voice soft as you looked at him.
“y-yeah,” he said quickly, nodding. i just can’t believe this is real, he wanted to say but he was scared he’d sound like a loser.
“wait a second,” you said, sliding off his lap, the sudden loss of your weight making jisung let out a soft, involuntary hiss.
his eyes darted down, and he realized—much to his horror—that his dick was now standing proudly at full attention, no longer constrained by his boxers. in his mind, it was almost mocking him, like it was giving him a thumbs-up for finally letting his hand rest after all those nights of longing for you. jisung felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over him, and his first instinct was to grab a blanket or pillow to cover himself.
just as he was about to reach for one, his attention was drawn to you. you were bent over by your bedside drawer, rummaging through it with an air of purpose. then, you pulled something out, holding it up for him to see… a shiny silver wrapper.
a condom.
jisung felt like his heart stopped beating for a second as he stared at the little package in your hands. something about seeing it made everything feel impossibly, undeniably real.
“ultrathin… so you can feel everything,” you said casually, your voice laced with amusement as you turned back toward him.
goodness, she’s gonna kill me. jisung thought, swallowing hard as he swore his dick twitched at your words.
“you’re quite big, sungie…” you mused, crawling back onto the bed with a grace that made his breath hitch. you moved toward him slowly, your eyes dark with intent. the way you approached him reminded him of a lioness stalking her prey.
“let’s see if it fits,” you added, a playful smile on your lips as you straddled his thighs.
jisung was completely frozen, his pulse pounding in his ears as he watched you unwrapping the condom with practiced ease. your hands moved so skillfully, the shiny material glinting faintly in the light. then you paused, looking up at him with a question in your eyes.
“may i?” you asked softly, your voice almost sweet, though your expression held that same predatory confidence.
“y-yeah,” he stammered, the word barely audible as he nodded frantically. in his mind, he was screaming, please, yes, god, yes.
the corner of your mouth quirked up as you leaned forward. your fingers were gentle but firm as you grasped his dick, and jisung couldn’t stop the shuddering gasp that escaped his lips. you slid the condom over him with ease, the mix of precum and the lubricant on the condom making it glide smoothly down his shaft.
it fit perfectly.
“fits you like a glove,” you murmured, your tone teasing as you leaned back to admire your handiwork.
jisung didn’t know what to do. his hands twitched at his sides, his mouth slightly open as he tried to breathe through the overwhelming sensations coursing through him.
then, without warning, you slid up his body, settling back onto his lap. the sudden pressure against his dick made him let out a low, shaky moan.
“ready?” you asked, your voice softer now, your hands resting on his chest as you leaned forward.
jisung swallowed hard, his wide eyes meeting yours. “y-yeah,” he croaked, his voice cracking slightly.
you lifted yourself slightly, aligning him with your entrance. jisung was trembling under you, his hands gripping the sheets as if holding on for dear life.
"breathe, sungie," you whispered, stroking his chest gently. his wide, panicked eyes met yours, and you smiled softly to reassure him.
he nodded quickly, forcing himself to take a shaky breath. when he exhaled, you sank down just a little, the tip of him slipping inside. his whole body jerked in response, a desperate, broken moan escaping his lips.
“fuck…” he muttered, his head falling back against the pillow. his grip on the sheets tightened, his knuckles turning white. the heat, the wetness, the feeling of you was unlike anything he’d ever imagined.
“good?” you asked, tilting your head as you hovered above him, testing his reaction.
“s-so good,” jisung gasped, his voice trembling. “so… tight… warm…”
you couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction, but you didn’t tease him. instead, you lowered yourself further, slowly taking him inch by inch. jisung’s breathing grew heavier with every movement, his hips twitching upward involuntarily as if his body couldn’t help but chase the sensation.
"easy," you murmured, pressing a hand against his chest to still him. "let me take care of you."
jisung nodded dumbly, biting his lip as he tried to stay still. his eyes were fixed on you, watching every little movement you made in adoration.
when you finally took all of him, you let out a soft sigh of relief, adjusting to the stretch. jisung, on the other hand, looked like he was seconds away from imploding.
"you're... you're perfect," he blurted out, his voice breaking with emotion.
you laughed softly, leaning down to brush your lips against his. “you’re pretty perfect yourself, sungie.”
you gave him a moment to catch his breath, your hands gently running up and down his sides to calm him. when you started to move, lifting yourself slowly and sinking back down, his head shot up from the pillow.
“oh my god—” jisung groaned, his hands flying to your hips instinctively. “oh my god, oh my god…”
his grip was unsure, as if he didn’t know whether to hold on tighter or let go. his hips bucked slightly beneath you, and you gasped at the unexpected movement.
"you're doing so well," you encouraged him, your voice breathy but soothing. you leaned forward, kissing the corner of his mouth before nipping at his jaw.
jisung whimpered at the praise, his hands sliding up your sides as he tried to ground himself. his lips found yours again, and this time, he kissed you with a bit more confidence, his tongue shyly seeking yours.
you rolled your hips against him, drawing a strangled moan from deep in his chest. his reactions were so genuine, so raw. it made your heart race just as much as his.
“faster,” he whispered against your lips, surprising both you and himself. his cheeks flushed red immediately after the word left his mouth.
you smiled, pressing your forehead against his as you obliged, picking up the pace. his grip on your hips tightened as he tried to meet your movements, his breaths coming faster and more uneven.
“you’re close, aren’t you?” you asked softly, brushing his damp hair out of his face.
jisung nodded rapidly, his eyes squeezed shut as his whole body tensed beneath you. “i—i can’t… i can’t hold it,” he stammered, his voice breaking with desperation.
“it’s okay,” you reassured him, your voice gentle. “let go for me, sungie.”
the permission was all he needed. with a choked cry, jisung’s hips jerked upward, and he came harder than he ever thought possible. his whole body trembled as he gripped you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder as he rode out the waves of pleasure.
you held him through it, running your fingers through his hair and whispering soft words of encouragement. when his breathing finally started to slow, you leaned back slightly to look at him.
his face was flushed, his chest heaving, and his eyes glazed over as he tried to process what just happened.
“you okay?” you asked, stroking his cheek gently.
jisung blinked up at you, a dazed but blissful smile spreading across his face. “y-yeah,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “that was… amazing.”
you laughed softly, leaning down to kiss him again. “you did so well, sungie.”
he blushed at the praise, his hands resting on your thighs as he tried to steady himself. “thank you,” he mumbled shyly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“don’t thank me yet,” you teased. “we’re just getting started.”
the next day...
“sungie,” you said, your voice soft and slightly breathless. you were sprawled out on your couch, your notes and research scattered across the coffee table, all but forgotten.
“last night’s livestream got the most views i’ve had in months,” you murmured, looking down at him. “they must like you.”
jisung looked up from between your legs, his glasses fogged and slightly crooked on his face. his lips were swollen and glistening with your arousal, his cheeks flushed a deep red.
“really?” he asked, only half-interested. but before you could respond, he dove back down, his eager mouth finding your folds once again.
a sharp gasp left your lips as his tongue traced over you. this was already the second time today he’d eaten you out, and he’d only gotten better since his first attempt this morning.
earlier, you’d guided him through it, patiently showing him what felt good, what didn’t, and how to read the reactions of your body.
jisung’s long tongue worked wonders, licking and teasing in ways that had you gripping the cushions for dear life. when he sucked gently on your clit and flicked his tongue over it in quick succession, your thighs quivered against his head. he took note of the way your hips bucked involuntarily, doubling down on the action and making you cry out.
“you’re such a quick learner,” you panted, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging lightly to spur him on.
he hummed against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. the sound was almost self-satisfied, as though he was proud of the way he had you unraveling beneath him.
the combination of his inexperience and raw enthusiasm was intoxicating. jisung wasn’t just doing this to please you. he genuinely wanted to understand every inch of you, to learn what made you tick and what brought you to the edge.
and he was succeeding.
your thighs clenched around his head, your body arching off the couch as he alternated between languid strokes of his tongue and quick flicks against your most sensitive spot. “s-sungie, oh my god,” you whimpered, your grip on his hair tightening.
he pulled back just enough to look up at you, his glasses messier than ever. “does that mean i’m doing good?” he asked, his voice slightly muffled, and for a second, his shy, eager-to-please demeanor broke through.
you let out a breathless laugh, your hand cupping his cheek affectionately. “you’re doing amazing, baby.”
his lips quirked into a bashful smile before he returned his attention to your core, determined to coax another round of trembling moans from your lips.
jisung park, you thought as you teetered on the edge of bliss, was quickly becoming an overachiever in the best way possible.
a/n: my inbox is always open for any comments about the fic! thank you for reading <3
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