ditzy!reader getting in the smallest lil fender bender & hysterically crying while you call the cops (praying they don’t send sammy). coincidentally, they do. sammy's face drops when he sees you "baby? what happened mama, what's goin on?" as he opens your door, helping you fan your face. your makeup is smudged and you hold up your hand to sammy with a sad "look!" :(
now if most men saw that your nail was broken after losing a bumper on the car they bought you, they'd have a less than caring reaction. but not sammy, he's all pouts and kisses. bringing your hand up to his eyes and inspecting the rigid crack in the sunlight, "oh, sweetheart i'm sorry." it's genuine too, which is what makes ben & cooper howl with laughter behind him. sammy doesn't even notice, too caught up in cooing at you "did'ya hurt anything else? yeah, no, i know, nail's the biggest priority ,my poor baby."
you cling to his chest as you bawl, and sammy knows you need him just as much as he needs to do his job. "okay baby hang on, lemme get a look at the car," but you won't dare let go of his arm; too shaken up and overstimulated. "okay, okay, 's alright, gimme your hand and walk with me" while he walks around the car checking for any other issues. after assessing for any other issues, sammy sits you back in the drivers seat and checks your head and face for any injuries. sammy with his big, strong hand brushing against your forehead and resting his fingers against the sides of your neck to turn your head gently, "i know, i know, i'm sorry honey, just gotta look you over real quick"
after plenty of kisses and comfort, sammy stands and gestures to ben, "wouldya take my girl home, please?" and ben knows better than to question sammy when he sees this look across his face. after you get in the car, you watch as sammy approaches the man you got in the accident with. "You always drive like shit? Huh?" he looks so big, so handsome, so protective... so husband. <3
@animangacreators challenge #58: egg hunt
prompt #07: make an original creation featuring an animanga with a scene including an egg OR a character painting
⋆.˚˖࿔ 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.
ᯓ an — i couldn't resist making a part 2, i just had too many ideas for it so i used all of them. can be read as standalone!
PART 1 — MASTERLIST
“What are those marks around your wrists?”
Your hand, with your chopsticks and dumpling and all, gets snatched by Shota from across the booth. His hand practically engulfs yours as he twists it this way and that to eye the little red scuffs around your wrist.
Your face burns as you recall black rope and warm hands. Jongseob tenses where he sits beside you, thrown askew by the question in the midst of chewing his noodles.
You scramble for an answer. “I wore my bracelet too tight,” you say, averting your eyes when Shota’s gaze lifts to your face.
“This is rope burn,” he states.
Your stomach twists with nerves. Of course Shota would recognize it; from what Jongseob had told you he was the one to show Jongseob the ropes (metaphorically… and physically, you suppose).
When Shota’s eyes shift to Jongseob and his brows raise, the corners of his lips lifting in a knowing little smile, you know there’s no point in hiding.
“Ah,” he says with a giggle, lowering your hand to the table but not yet letting go. “Finally got your fantasy, huh Seobie?”
Jongseob bristles in your peripherals. “Sho—”
“Didn’t I tell you to use those fur lined cuffs I gave you?”
Jongseob goes silent, and when you glance at him, you see his eyes wide and skin a little pale.
“Shit,” he mutters, his eyes flickering down to your wrist. “I completely forgot that you gave me those.”
Shota clicks his tongue, shaking his head slightly. “It’s okay, the damage isn't too bad.” He brushes his thumb over the reddened, still sensitive skin. “I have some cream that can help with this that I can lend you.”
You stare at him, feeling completely out of depth with this whole conversation. Are they really talking about your BDSM escapades out in the open like this? In a family Chinese restaurant? Nevermind that your first dalliance into this world was only two nights ago.
“Um, yeah,” you answer, flustered. Shota only seems to find your squirming amusing. “That would be nice.”
He lets go over your hand, giving you a sweet smile that feels anything but nice. “Eat,” he tells you, then turns back to his soup.
You reluctantly lift your dumpling into your mouth, chewing on it mechanically as your mind continues to race. You almost didn’t accept Jongseob’s invite to dinner tonight, still feeling a little off kilter with what happened.
It's not regret, but… now that you’ve seen Jongseob in his element, seeing him like this—beside you, talking to Shota about games and their schedules like he doesn’t tie people up in his free time—makes you feel off balance.
And it’s not just him, Shota is driving your brain up a wall too. Your first thought when you sat down across from him in the booth tonight was what he might be like in that setting.
He must be dominant, right? If he was the one to teach Jongseob all of… this. Wait, what would teaching even look like? Would Shota have been the one to tie J—
“So, did you two make an agreement?”
Shota’s voice brings you out of your dangerous track of thoughts. But it sends you down another, more confusing one.
“A what?” You ask.
Jongseob tenses beside you again and Shota raises a brow, looking over at him. “Was there any preparation at all that went into this?”
“It sort of just… happened,” Jongseob answers meekly, poking at his noodles.
“So there was no checklist?”
“...No.”
The sigh Shota lets out makes you feel like you did something wrong.
“Okay,” you say, placing your chopsticks down. “Context?”
Shota turns his attention to you, twirling his spoon between his fingers. “Well it's mostly informal but it's good practice to fill out a list and establish rules and boundaries before going into a scene,” he explains, and sends your brain deeper into your destructive thought train. “But it seems like someone got a little too trigger happy.”
Jongseob groans, his chopsticks clattering to his bowl. “I know, I know. I should’ve been more careful.”
“You should have,” Shota chides in a tone that does nothing to ease your gutterbrain. “Especially considering it was her first time.”
You squirm in your seat, a nervous laugh bubbling in your throat. “This all sounds very… formal. Honestly, I was just expecting kinky sex.”
An older man in the booth to your right shoots you a dirty look but you ignore him.
Shota makes a disapproving sound. “It’s not just that—”
“Yes, yes, don’t worry,” you cut him off with a wave of your hand. “Seob already gave me the whole spiel.”
“Well, at least he did something right.”
Jongseob makes an offended grunt, there’s a bump under the table, and then Shota jumps with a pained yelp.
“Brat,” Shota mutters under his breath, reaching down to rub his leg.
You glance between the two of them, thinking that maybe you’re starting to understand a bit of their dynamic but the question still remains.
“How?” You ask, then scramble to elaborate when they both turn to stare at you. “I mean, like, how? When? You two.”
Shota breaks into an amused laugh. “He walked in on me and my ex. Then he stayed and watched. And then…” He trails off, turning to Jongseob with an impish grin.
Jongseob’s face turns a bright red. “It’s not important,” he huffs, lowering his head over his noodles to curtain his hair over his face as he picks up his chopsticks again. “My bad for not consulting you before we did anything.”
He means it as a sarcastic jibe at Shota, you know that, but the thought that hits you makes you dizzy. Of them consulting over you.
“Well if you do it again, make sure you do it right,” Shota says before turning back to his soup.
The words slip from your mouth before you can do anything to stop them. “Or you could just teach me.”
They both pause, their eyes shifting to you again, and you get hit with the urge to drop down under the table and hide.
“You want to do it again?” Jongseob asks, brows raised.
You bite down on your lip. Honestly, the answer was clear to you from the moment you stepped out of his apartment that night.
“I do,” you admit quietly, slipping your hands under your thighs to keep them from trembling at the excitement at the mere thought of it. “I wanna know what more there is to all this.”
Shota hums, tilting his head slightly as he considers your words. “There’s been a couple things Seob has been wanting to learn but it would require a third party… We could kill two birds with one stone,” he murmurs, thinking aloud.
You have to refrain from squirming under his gaze. “I’m down. If you guys are.”
“Yes,” Jongseob says almost immediately, then clears his throat and straightens. “I mean, yeah. I’m down.”
Shota gives him a judgemental brow raise, but he’s smiling still. “Then it’s settled,” he says, turning his grin to you. “I’ll send you the checklist tonight.”
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The “checklist” ends up being a comprehensive list of kinks, most of which you have to look up to even know what it is, many of which you didn’t even know could be a kink, and some of which makes you put your phone down on your couch to take a deep breath.
Shota had made a grouchat with the three of you and sent the list almost as soon as you left the restaurant that you hadn’t seen until you arrived at your apartment.
It’s good to know he’s just as eager as you; you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since you hugged them goodbye.
So you spend the entire night doing a deep dive into the internet’s reserve about BDSM and all the kinks on that list before you fill it out, nevermind that you have work in the morning.
By the time you’ve filled out the list, checked off what you’re all for, what you’re curious about, and what’s completely off the table for you, it’s nearing 5am. And despite the late hour, Shota still responds to you just a few minutes after.
sho-kun: ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡
sho-kun: we already know what we want to try for our scene. do you want me to tell you or do you want us to keep it a secret?
The thought of them discussing what they want to do to you should not make you feel as insane as it does.
You reread the text, chewing on your lip. On one hand, you’re dying of curiosity and this feels like something you should be fully preparing yourself for. Knowing what they have planned would help.
But on the other…
you: keep it a secret. i want to be surprised
It’s just more exciting that way
sho-kun: ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ friday at 7 ok??
you: fine w me
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It’s not fine. It’s not fine at all, because the four days wait until Friday spans longer than four days have ever spanned and you’re losing your mind with anticipation.
Jongseob and Shota had both sent over their checklists shortly after you did, just so everyone is on the same page (you learn that there’s not much that Shota isn’t into whereas Jongseob is more reserved), and you’d spend hours, days since then just thinking about what it might be from those lists that they have in store for you.
You know rope will be involved somehow, or some type of bondage, with the shit that Shota was giving Jongseob for not doing it right. Your wrists burn at the thought of being bound up again. The marks are gone and completely healed over; the cream that Shota leant you worked miracles.
What does it say about you that you miss them?
They almost felt like a claim, one that you’d given willingly and one that you hope to give up again soon, and not just to Jongseob.
The thought of it, of being claimed again, leaves your skin prickling with an anticipation that keeps you company on your drive to Jongseob’s place.
They’d decided to do it there for the sake of familiarity for you given that your first time had happened there.
Another thing that drove you insane; them referring to your “first time” being your escapade with Jongseob as if you had given your virginity to him. Your BDSM virginity, maybe, but it’s still enough to feel dizzy about. Like you’ve only just started on the road to kinky corruption with them in the passenger.
You only get one knock in before the door swings open and Shota stands before you with a bright grin.
“You’re right on time,” he chirps, stepping aside to let you in.
You blink, stepping in through the door. “Were you waiting by the door?”
He shrugs, taking your wrist and bringing you over to the couches as soon as you’re free of your shoes. “Yes,” he says, then gently pushes you down to the couch. “Tea?”
You pause, half expecting to have just been swept to the bedroom by now. “Uh… I’m okay.”
Jongseob appears then, rounding the couch to place a mug of tea on the coffee table in front of you. “Have some tea,” he says, looking down at your hands. “You seem nervous.”
You clench your fists, realizing just then that they’d been trembling, and give a sheepish smile at the knowing grin that Shota gives you.
“Yeah, okay,” you concede, reaching for the mug.
“While you do that, we need to go over a few things,” Shota says as he places himself in front of you, sitting on the coffee table and slipping his phone out of his pocket.
Jongseob takes a seat beside you with his own mug, sipping idly as Shota starts off.
He pulls up your list and goes on to recite it all to you, asking you at the end if anything has changed since you filled it out. You answer with an emphatic no, then he reminds you of the traffic light system—green for go, yellow for slow, red for stop. Then he insists that you only use his real name and to not call him Soul by any means because it’s apparently a real moodkiller for him then makes sure you bring up any boundaries you might have.
But honestly, you’re too focused on the heat of both their bodies surrounding you and trying not to get too wet from just having a conversation about kinks.
“If you couldn’t tell, he’s a real stickler for rules,” Jongseob hums beside you once Shota has finished his spiel and stood up from his seat.
“Someone has to be,” he states, tossing a lazy kick to Jongseob’s shin. Then he turns to you and gives you a smile. “Tonight, you will be blindfolded and gagged.”
You choke on your sip of tea and Shota quickly takes the mug from you, Jongseob scrambling to pat your head and back as you climb yourself down from your fit of coughs.
“I’m—” You cough again, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Oh.”
“Sorry,” Shota says sheepishly. “Sensory deprivation was on your list. We’ll let you have your hearing since it will be your first time.”
You swallow, feeling a distant ringing form in the back of your head. “O-Okay. That’s fine with me.”
“And temperature play.”
The ringing becomes louder as you just stare at him.
He tilts his head at you. “That’s all okay, yes?”
You nod, maybe too eagerly, because you hear Jongseob laugh beside you.
“Come on, Shota,” Jongseob says, standing and offering you his hand. “I think she’s getting a little excited.”
You flush as you place your hand in his. “Can you blame me?”
He pulls you up to a stand in front of him, and his face is so close to yours that you’re hit with the sudden realization that after all this, you haven’t kissed him yet.
He must come to the same conclusion; his eyes flicker down to your lips and lingers there. “Not at all,” he murmurs, the tip of his tongue flicking out to wet his lip.
Then you feel a solid wall of warmth behind you, two strong hands coming down to your hips and pulling you back. You gasp softly as your back hits Shota’s firm chest.
His breath hits the bare skin of your neck as he speaks, low and husky in a way you’re not used to from your usually sunny friend.
“Let's get one thing clear,” he says, turning to let his lips brush your ear. “I’m in charge tonight. Got it?”
Your breath hitches, the low pulse of need thrumming to life between your hips. You glance up at Jongseob to see him watching you both intently.
Shota must catch wind of your unspoken question because he chuckles, fingers digging firmly into your clothed flesh. “Jongseob is in charge of you,” he says, turning to look over at him. “But not of me. There’s a couple things I need to teach him tonight. Isn’t that right?”
Jongseob swallows, giving a slight nod as his answer. The difference between him that night a week ago and now, a little meek and reserved and not the one in charge of the room, has your brain whirring at the prospect of seeing him in a new light.
The breath rushes out of you in a quick swoop. “Oh.”
Shota’s hands slide off of you, only to come back a second later to wrap a black satin fabric over your eyes.
You startle at first, but you feel Jongseob’s hand quickly grasp yours as Shota fastens the blindfold, tying it firmly at the back of your head.
“Okay?” Shota asks you once it’s done.
You nod, then yelp when you’re suddenly lifted off your feet.
There’s strong arms that hoist you up into a princess carry, Shota’s you assume, and then you’re on the move. You clutch a fistful of his shirt, the heat of his body seeping into you and adding to the steadily growing heat that already festers inside you.
It might be a little ridiculous considering that only your sight has been taken away, but you can already feel yourself teetering into that mindspace, the one that lets you give up your own body in favour of just feeling.
Soon enough, your back hits soft, fuzzy fabric. A towel you think, but it's big enough to span down to your feet where you lay.
There’s movement that you hear around you before a pair of hands settle at your waist.
“I’m going to take off your clothes,” says Jongseob, before his hand slides up your shirt to sit against the bare skin of your stomach. “Okay?”
You give a quick nod, letting him maneuver you as he pulls your layers off you. Soon, you’re laying there, fully bare and trying to fight the urge to curl into yourself.
You’ve already laid yourself out for Jongseob, but it’s a different feeling to know you’ve got a bit of an audience now.
You hear, and feel, a chunk of weight drop beside you on the bed with metallic clanks.
Your stomach twists as you recall the handcuffs and linked chains you saw that night in Jongseob’s bathroom.
“I’m going to tie your arms down,” Shota says, picking up your wrist in his hand. His thumb brushes soothingly over your hammering pulse point. “You won’t be able to move them.”
He pauses, as if waiting for your denial, but when there isn’t any you feel something like a soft coat of fur wrapping around your wrist.
“Fur lined cuffs,” Shota chuckles when he sees the pinch between your brows.
“Right,” you mumble, cheeks heating when you feel the cuff tighten around you. “The ones Seob forgot about.”
“Sorry,” you hear him pipe in from somewhere at the end of the bed but Shota quickly shushes him.
“You live and you learn,” Shota states, wrapping another cuff around your other wrist. “That’s why he has me.”
You let out a shaky breath as he brings both your hands over your head, tying your forearms in parallel to one another with rope that you’re already familiar with the feel of. He checks with you to make sure they aren’t too tight before fastening your tied arms to the headboard by the cuffs at your wrist.
You test the restraints, giving your arms a tug only to find that there’s no room for movement. A pulse of heat shoots straight to your core at the thought of being left completely at their mercy, and you quickly press your legs together to quell some of that growing pressure.
It must grab their attention because you hear amused chuckles coming from both of them.
“Was she this needy last time?” You hear Shota ask as he moves away from the bed.
“Just about,” Jongseob says, closer to you now than he was before. “She was soaked by the time I finished tying her up.”
A quiet whimper catches at your throat, the pressure between your legs worsening by each second that they spend just talking about you like you’re not there.
There’s hands at your thighs then, prying your legs apart. You gasp at the sudden pull, twitching to close your legs again but the hands, Shota’s you think, keep them apart.
“Stay still,” you hear him grit, his fingers digging into your flesh.
You settle with a quiet whimper, letting your muscles relax. But then there's something wrapping around your thigh, another one of those fur lined cuffs you think but larger, and fastening down firmly. There’s another one also being wrapped around your other leg; which can only mean they’re both working together to tie you down completely. Your head spins when you hear the clinks of more chains as they get attached to the cuffs at your thighs, the other ends of them getting attached to the headboard on either side of you.
Your skin heats at the realization of your position—being opened up and left exposed like this, completely open and pliant under their mercy.
Shivers climb through your body; you can’t see them but you know their eyes are roving over you.
“She’s already wet,” Shota murmurs, sounding completely in awe. His hand on your thigh slides down stopping just at the apex of your inner thigh, so close to where you really need him, before clamping down on your flesh.
“Told you she’s excitable,” Jongseob says from your left.
You whine, shifting under the restraints. The ones at your legs are just as unforgivable as the ones on your arms, forcing your legs to stay raised and folded at your sides.
“Shhh,” Shota coos before lifting his hands off you. “We’re just getting started. You can be patient, can’t you?”
His voice sounds so sweet, so soothing—but you know his words aren’t a gentle request. They’re a demand, a poison no matter how much he douses it in sugar.
“There’s one more thing you need to do for me before we can keep going.”
He moves away again before coming back just a moment later. A weight drapes over your neck, something soft like those lined cuffs.
“W-What is that?” You stammer, tremors wracking through your breaths as you feel him slide it under and around your neck.
“A collar,” he says, lifting your head with one hand to click it into place with the other. “I don’t let anyone sub for me without wearing it.”
The weight of the collar, thick and present around your neck, makes your head feel like it's being stuffed with cotton. Claimed, you think to yourself. It's a nice feeling, like it’s official that you’re under his care now. Both of theirs.
There must be a ring at the front, because you feel the collar tug up and your head lifts under the pull.
“Colour?” Shota asks quietly and you whimper out a quiet, “Green.” He lets go and you melt back down to the bed. “Good.”
Something small and plastic gets pressed into your palm. “A clicker,” Jongseob explains as he adjusts your thumb to rest over a button on the tiny remote. “You’re going to be gagged so you won’t be able to talk. This is your safeword. When we ask for your colour, click it three times for green, twice for yellow, once for red. Click it once at any point and the blindfold and gag come off.” His voice is slow and soothing, like he’s accounting for the fact that your brain might already be going soupy. “Understand?” When you nod, he hums in approval and instructs you to click it in all the patterns to test.
Once that is settled, he moves back and Shota’s hand comes down to press against your jaw. “We’re going to gag you now. Open.”
“Wait,” you say, turning your head towards his direction. There’s still one more thing that’s been buzzing around in the back of your mind. “You said you were going to teach Jongseob something... What is it?”
You can hear the smile in his voice as he answers. “Restraint,” he says, then pushes the silicone ball gag in your mouth before you can ask any more questions.
Once that’s fastened, their hands leave you—completely trapped and under their mercy. You don’t think you’ve ever felt an exhilaration like this.
“Pretty,” Shota murmurs above you, before you feel the weight of his palm press between the valley of your breasts. It slides down your body, so slow it leaves you squirming.
You tremble under the warm touch that stops at your naval. You want it to go lower, but you fear wanting anything right now isn’t much of an option.
But, to your surprise, your wants go answered anyway. Because his hand slides down lower and two fingers pass through your slick folds.
The sensation, and the obscenely wet sounds, make your body jolt and your legs try to uselessly snap shut. The restraints keep you still, tied in place.
You whine when his fingers start to slide slowly back and forth, just feeling for you, but your sounds come muffled around the gag.
You hear his soft chuckles, breathy as he says, “So wet already.” He uses his slick fingertips to circle your clit, sending sparks of heat from your core through your body. “I wonder how long your body’s been wanting this,” he muses, sliding his fingers down to tease at your entrance.
“She’s a natural,” you hear Jongseob murmur above you. His voice sounds affected, strained. “Just born to submit, aren’t you?” He hums, before you feel his hand cup your breast, kneading the soft flesh.
There’s a steady stream of whimpers and short breaths that spill from your stuffed mouth, your body already taut with the band in your belly growing tighter by the second. You’re already wound up from all the lead up. You know you won’t last long.
“You’re close already,” Shota observes, trailing his fingers back to rub torturously light circles around your clit. “But you can’t come until I tell you. Got it?”
You let out a whine of protest at that but Shota only giggles.
“Good,” he says before he lifts his hand off of you entirely, leaving you whining again for lack of the stimulation you’re throbbing for.
Your entire body jolts when something cold and wet presses to the space between your clavicles. Ice.
Then it trails down, slow and steady leaving prickles of cold trailing in its wake. The sensation feels more intense than it normally would, like you can feel the cold all over your body instead of at just the immediate contact point.
Your body trembles helplessly under it as it makes its way down to your bellybutton, circling there for a moment before straying even lower.
Panicked little whines start leaving your throat as it travels further. It stops at your pelvis.
“Colour,” you hear Shota say, his voice even breathier than before.
You take a shaky breath trying to settle your trmoring body but it’s a fruitless attempt. You click the button three times.
The ice moves lower, gliding down to press against your clit, and you wail at the sharp spike of cold, burning pleasure that shoots through you.
And it moves even lower, the ice melted down to a small thing that Shota presses against your entrance, then pushes in.
Your body jerks against the restraints, chains clinking at the movements as the overbearing cold breaches inside your heated cunt. Though it melts quickly, trickling out of you in steady streams, but Shota doesn’t wait for that.
Instead, he pushes two fingers into you, a burning stretch against your walls that rivals the sharpness of the cold, and starts fucking them in and out at a rapid pace that has a hot pleasure wash through you over the cold.
The sensations become all too much for your body as it thrashes and trembles under the stimulation, barreled to your orgasm at an alarming speed.
You try to warn him, but it all comes out as muffled gasps and whines.
“Close already?” Shota asks you, voice low and gruff, almost judgemental in tone as he continues to piston his fingers into you.
You try to respond but your muffled words get cut off into a sharp moan when you feel another cube of ice press against your nipple.
“You can hold out a little bit,” Jongseob muses as he circles the ice around the bud, teasing it to a stiff peak. He doesn’t keep it in one spot for long before moving it to your other nipple, working it just the same.
You jerk under the cold sparks that shoot through your chest, yelping when you feel Shota’s thumb start to circle your clit. “I don’t think she can,” he says, then crooks his fingers just right to start punching against that sweet, spongy spot inside of you with each thrust.
A panic seizes through you when you realize that you really can’t.
Your body tightens all around as you’re practically shoved to the edge, coiling tight with the band of pleasure in your gut pulling taut.
Shota seems to feel a little merciful. “Come for me,” he says, and that’s all it takes for your orgasm to punch through you, body wracking with violent shakes as the intense tremors wrack over you.
It lasts for a while but Shota guides you through it, slowing his fingers gradually to wind you down while easing the pressure on your clit. When you drop down to the bed, boneless and panting and crying into your blindfold, his hands finally move off of you, as does Jongseob’s.
You’re not sure how long you lay there, shaking from the aftershocks and trying to stay present. You can already feel your grasp on your mind slipping, falling into a space where you can’t do much except float in sensation.
An arm sliding under your waist brings you back just a little as it lifts you up. You feel a pillow slide under your lower back before you’re settled on top of it.
You make a sound at the shift in position, a wordless ask that Shota answers.
“Don’t worry,” he says, pressing his palm against your cheek. You turn at the touch, seeking the warmth of his hand as you nuzzle into it. He giggles fondly, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone. “This is just for our next part.”
You pause. What now?
He seems to catch on to your hesitance, digging his thumb affectionately into your cheek. “Don’t you worry.” Then his hand is off of you, his voice redirecting from you. “Seob?”
There’s a dip in the bed in front of you, the warmth of a body settling close. Then there’s a pressure against your cunt, hot and thick and velvety as it slides through the slick and you gasp, hips twitching when it presses against your clit.
Jongseob teases his cock against you like that for a moment, leaving you whimpering and twitching from the sensitivity that still persists, before he finally pushes into you with a choked groan.
You moan around your gag, your fist tightening around the clicker as he settles all the way in you, stretching you full to the brim with his hardened cock.
He stutters when you clench around him, feeling him twitch inside you in response.
“Fuck you’re tight,” he hisses, his hands bearing down on your thighs.
Then he goes still, seated deep into you at an angle that makes you feel like he’s brushing against the deepest parts of you.
“Good,” you hear Shota murmur before he starts tinkering with something at the bedside table. “Remember when I said I was going to teach him restraint?”
It takes a moment for you to register through the fog in your brain that he’s speaking to you. You make a hitched sound in response.
“He’s going to stay just like that,” he says, moving closer to you. You can’t see him, but you can feel his presence hovering over your body. It makes your skin tingle alive again with anticipation. “For thirty minutes. He’s not allowed to move, and neither of you are allowed to cum. Okay?”
Dread pools in your gut. 30 minutes? Well if it’s just this and he’s not fucking you, you don’t see what the trouble would be. But you know deep down that it wouldn’t be so easy.
“Colour?” He asks, and you don’t hesitate at all before you click three times. “Good girl.”
You jerk at the sudden prick you feel on the skin at your chest. It’s hot, not burning, but a single point of an intense warmth just between your breasts.
You make a questioning noise that cuts off into a sharp breath when you feel another prick just under the last, bigger this time. The warmth lingers for a moment longer, before you feel whatever it is harden on your skin and cling against you like a second layer. Wax.
There’s nothing more for a long moment, like he’s gauging your reaction. But then it comes back all at once as a long stripe poured from the middle of your chest down to just above your belly button.
It’s so much more intense, a sharp warmth that blooms through your body and has you rattling against your chains. You whimper, body clamping down around Jongseob without control and he lets out a choked grunt, his fingers digging sharply into your thighs.
“You’re sensitive,” Shota muses, sounding all too amused by your reactions.
You gasp at the sudden cold of ice that starts gliding down your skin beside the stripe of wax that slowly dribbles down your skin, hardening on the way as the branching stripes thin out.
It continues like that for a long while, a flash of cold somewhere on your skin before a burst of warmth that follows. There’s no rhythm or reason to when the cold or the warmth is coming and where it might be, leaving your body dangling over the edge with anticipation.
It’s enough to have you shaking again, an unmoving thing around Jongseob who throbs and twitches inside you relentlessly, but remains otherwise still.
“You’re shaking so much,” Shota coos, a mocking concern as he slides his hand down your quivering thigh, his touch leading dangerously close to where you and Jongseob are connected. “And you’re creaming so much again. Too much?”
You shake your head hastily; the thought of all this stopping sounds worse than the twenty or however many minutes you have left of going without cumming.
He laughs. “So eager,” he teases, then pushes his finger against your clit and starts circling it in quick, tight circles.
Shota preens at the sight of your body bristling under the simple touch. Not only does it affect you, but it affects Jongseob, who’s face twitches at the feeling of you pulsing around him, pained as he holds himself back from chasing your heat.
Shota doesn’t relent, just drives you closer to another orgasm with his finger and makes your body convulse so much that it has Jongseob’s breaths come out ragged, his hands tightening on you with restraint.
But just before you can tip off, he pulls his hand off of you and cuts off your stimulation. The tension in your body melts away in a snap, Jongseob sighing in relief when you finally go still.
Shota doesn’t let the ease last. He picks up the pitcher of wax and dribbles another stripe across your torso, up until your nipple. The stripes and splatters of black wax settle on your bare body like a mural of his filthiest dreams. He’s been wanting to do this for so long—and finally, he’s found his muse.
He feels himself throb under his jeans, straining for some form of relief. But he ignores it in favour of latching onto your clit again, driving you towards the edge yet again.
“Sh-Shota,” Jongseob whimpers, trembling with the effort of not giving into his body’s desire to just fuck into you. He clutches at your hips, trying to hold you down and keep you still but Shota can see the way your cunt still flutters around him.
Shota clicks his tongue, still thumbing at your clit as he fixes Jongseob with a disapproving look. “It hasn’t even been halfway yet. Stay still.”
Jongseob drops his head with a ragged breath, his nails clawing into your hips.
You whimper around the gag, your hips trying to roll up with a mind of their own over Jongseob’s cock. You’re trying to say something around the gag but it comes out muffled and dismembered. Your body tenses with the threat of release and Shota takes his hand off of you again, leaving you right on the precipice.
You drop with a sob that wracks through your entire body and Shota almost feels bad. Almost.
He places the pitcher down and instead reaches to dip his hand into the bowl of ice. He doesn’t pick any up, just brings his drenched hand over you and flicks the cold water, chuckling when your body flinches as the cold droplets hit.
Seeing you squirm might just be his new favourite thing.
He knows it's cruel—keeping you so on edge that you tremble and cry even without being under direct stimulation. It only makes him want to push you harder.
He reaches for your clit again, spurring your body back to life under the steady stream of stimulation. He can’t tell if your whimpers are pained or pleasured anymore.
It doesn’t take much time to wind you up to your edge again, and again—he leaves you hanging every time. His chest twists at the loud sob that leaves your mouth. Your tears have soaked through the blindfold, leaving salt tracks down your cheeks that he wants to lick up.
“Pretty,” he mumbles, pinching your clit between his fingers. You’re pretty when you’re ruined.
You whine, hips bucking up desperately against Jongseob’s weakening hold. He’s panting now, eyes bleary, the flush on his face climbing down his neck.
Shota knows you’re at your limits. There’s still nine minutes left. He could be nice. Or…
He grabs a cube of ice, pressing it to your nipple as his other hand goes back to your clit and flicks at it, rapid and unforgiving.
He grins as he watches you cry out around the gag, your orgasm ripping through you with such an intensity that the bed creaks and rattles under your thrashing body, restraints rattling dangerously.
Jongseob lets out a sharp cry before he doubles over, trembles wracking through his body.
Shota watches, with a sick sense of satisfaction, as Jongseob’s cum seeps out around where he’s still buried in you.
He clicks his tongue, pulling his hands off of you and dropping the shrunken cube of ice back into the bowl.
“And we only had eight minutes to go,” he sighs, smirking when your body tenses up at the reminder of his rule.
A shudder passes through Jongseob’s body. Shota reaches over and grabs his chin, yanking his gaze up. He looks up at Shota with wide, panicked eyes.
“S-Sorry—“ He starts, but Shota cuts him right off.
“Punishment,” Shota says, letting go of him to start undoing your binds. “You’re gonna do it for me.”
He laughs to himself when he sees Jongseob tense up in his peripherals but he ignores him for now as he continues to take off your restraints one by one, lightly massaging your limbs as he goes to bring the feeling back into them.
Jongseob isn’t the biggest fan of punishment. Nothing intense, at least. But that’s what’ll make it so fun for Shota to watch.
He takes off your gag, rubbing your jaw gently with his fingers as your mouth immediately snaps shut, soft whimpers spilling unbound now. He pulls off your blindfold and smiles when he sees your distant gaze—glassy-eyed and so far gone.
“We’re not done here, pretty,” he says gently, reaching down to grab the D-ring at the front of your collar, tugging it to jostle some of your consciousness back.
You blink your eyes slowly, brows furrowing as the words process slowly. “Mm?”
It seems words are beyond you now. He smiles, grabbing the corner of the towel laid under you and using it to swipe off the drool around your mouth.
“I have to punish you. You came before I told you you could.”
His painfully hard cock twitches when a fresh wave of tears well in your eyes. “I tried,” you sniffle, sounding so desperate.
He swipes away your tears as they fall, leaning down to press a soothing kiss at the apple of your cheek. “You did,” he says, gently enough that your emotions settle just a bit. He’s not totally cruel. “But you still broke a rule. So did Seobie. I can’t let that go unpunished. You understand?”
You let out another sniffle, lips trembling as you give him a tiny nod.
He grins, feeling nothing short of proud at just how compliant you are. “Good girl. Colour?”
“Green.”
He’s a little surprised at how quickly the answer comes, but he doesn’t let it go to waste. He slides an arm under you, lifting you to sit up.
Jongseob has already shifted himself to sit at the edge of the bed, fidgeting with the sheets as he waits. Shota lifts you up, maneuvering you to lay on your stomach across Jongseob’s lap with your ass perched up.
Once you’re settled how he wants, Shota steps back to sit himself on the chair set by the bed with a perfect view as he watches Jongseob’s eyes rove over you, nervous hands settling at your lower back and thigh.
“Eight for every minute you couldn’t give me,” Shota says, leaning back as he undoes his belt. He hastily undoes the buttons and zipper of his jeans, slipping his hand in through his layers to grasp at himself and sighing at the pressure he’s been craving for so long now. “Make sure she counts them,” he says through a heavy breath, settling into the chair.
There’s only a little bit of stalling as Jongseob whispers something to you, his hand kneading the soft flesh of your ass in a soothing gesture.
The first crack of Jongseob’s hand coming down against your flesh is softer than Shota would have liked. But it still makes his cock jump, just as the way your body does at the impact.
A small, whimpered, “One,” leaves your lips, almost too quiet for him to hear.
But the sound is so helpless and timid that he has to squeeze himself at the base to hold back from reaching his peak too quickly.
The next one is still too gentle, so Shota shoots Jongseob a sharp look that Jongseob only glares back at before he brings his hand down on you harder.
You let out a broken, “three!” Your body is already starting to quiver again.
Jongseob smooths the reddening flesh with his palm, giving you a moment of relief before he brings his hand down again.
You let out a sob as you count the next number. and Shota starts to stroke himself to the sounds of your sniffles, head rushing with your broken voice.
By the time it comes to the last one, your entire being is trembling with both pain and an aching need that grows yet again between your legs.
Your fists tighten around the sheets, head rolling to the side to be met with the sight of Shota sitting there with his fist working himself, his manic eyes locked onto you.
Your eyes meet through the blur of your tears as Jongseob’s hand comes down on you for the final time, harder than any before, and you let out a loud cry, your spent body only being able to tremble and nothing more at the sharp ache it leaves behind.
It takes you a moment longer to remember your task. “Eight,” you whimper, the tension in your body slowly melting when you feel Jongseob’s hands lift off of you.
Shota stands, making his way over as he tucks himself away. You notice even through the blur that he’s still hard under there. The ache between your legs grows more prominent, the itch to be filled and fucked properly still present despite it all.
“Good girl, angel,” Shota coos, his arms coming around to lift you off of Jongseob and lay you on your back. “You took it so well. Let’s get you clean—“
“More,” you cut him off in a quiet mumble, starry, hazy eyes blinking slowly up at him.
Shota pauses, glancing over at Jongseob’s puzzled face before looking back at you. He tilts his head, not sure if he’s heard you right. “What’s that?”
He feels his dick jump in his confines, still not fully taken care of, when you part your legs like you’re offering your mess of a cunt up to him.
“Want you to come,” you breathe.
Shota feels dizzy. Here you are, an utter mess and complete wreck, offering yourself up for his pleasure. He’s more surprised that you have enough of a mind to still think about him. And that you still have anything left to give.
He swallows, wrapping his hands around your thighs and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. “Yeah?” He asks, eyeing your fluttering pussy still leaking with your previous orgasms, and Jongseob.
“Please?” You ask in a small voice.
Shota’s restraint crumbles. He shoves down his jeans and boxers in a haste, freeing himself and wasting no time to sink himself into your warm cunt.
A guttural groan rips from the depths of his lungs as he doubles over, hands bracing down at the sides of your head. Your smaller hands wrapping around his wrists, your eyes looking up at him with a gaze so filled with reverence and trust, Shota nearly cums on the spot.
He doesn’t recall anyone else ever looking up at him like that, no matter how much care he’d put into them. Truly, there’s never been anyone like you. And he knows in that moment, there’s no way he’s letting you go.
He pulls out enough until his tip remains, sighing at the tight slide, before he pushes all the way back in with a hard snap that thrashes your body up and leaves you moaning, the sound unobstructed and so sweet.
He fucks you with a vigour he hasn’t felt before, veins thrumming with a near animalistic want to have you coming undone on his cock.
He drinks you in—the way you moan, the way your face twitches with pleasure, the way your eyes water at the intensity of his thrusts, the way the ring of the collar—his collar—still around your neck clinks with every movement. And he loses himself in all of it, in fucking you until you come for him for the third time with a cry of his name.
He stutters at the sound, at your cunt pulsing around him before he starts pounding in even harder, grunting as he feels his high closing in.
“Fuck, pretty,” he pants, his pace becoming clumsier by the second. “So good for me—taking me so good. Wanna make me feel good, don’t you?”
You mewl, nails digging in around his wrists as you sniffle. “Wanna make you cum… feel good…”
“Fuck, you are,” he gasps, slowing down to deep, grinding thrusts that has him digging into the deepest parts of you. “You are—nngh, so good, pretty, so—good, fuck!”
He pulls out, fisting himself rapidly until he cums over you, thick white ropes painting over the black stripes of the wax still clinging to your body.
The sight makes him dizzy all over again—your painted body, a curation by him. He wants to take a picture, to preserve you just like this all pretty and fucked out and painted by him. But you’re starting to drift away, and he can’t let you get too far.
He tucks himself away with dazed movements, hesitant to let this moment end as his body still buzzes from… everything. He reaches down for you. “Seob, start a—“
“Kiss.”
He pauses, hovering over you with his brows raised.
You blink up at him, movements still syrupy slow as you reach for his arm. “Kiss?”
Warmth blooms in his chest; his subs usually never get intimate in this way with him. And there’s not a bone in his body that wants to deny you.
He leans down and presses his lips to yours, unable to keep the smile off his face as you kiss him eagerly even if your movements are a little uncoordinated and clumsy.
Your hand claws into his shirt as you try to pull him closer and it takes a Herculean effort for him to pull back, chuckling softly down at you.
“Later, pretty,” he says, gently prying your hand off of him and placing it at your chest. “I gotta get you cleaned up.”
But you’re not listening to him. Instead your eyes move over his shoulder and he looks up to see Jongseob still watching, almost entranced.
When it becomes clear what you’re asking with your eyes, Jongseob bristles forward and practically shoves Shota aside to seal his lips over yours.
Shota giggles at the eager sight, stepping back with a pat to Jongseob’s shoulder. “Stay with her, I’ll be back.”
He moves away when it’s clear you’re not even listening, moving to the bathroom to draw together a bath. He makes sure to use all of Jongseob’s fancy shit—extra bubbles, some scented oil, and a few candles—to set the mood.
When he comes back out, he finds you curled into Jongseob’s chest, the both of you in different states of consciousness. It’s a sweet sight, and he really doesn’t want to break it up, but he knows you can’t be comfortable under all of the wax and other stuff.
So he goes over, pulling you both back to present as he comes into view. “Come on, let’s get you in the bath.”
He reaches down to take the collar off of you first, but you swat at his hand, curling away from him with a protective hand over it. “No,” you huff, turning to bury your face in Jongseob’s shoulder.
Jongseob looks amused as he smiles lazily up at Shota. “Looks like you got yourself a keeper,” he teases but there’s a fondness to his voice as he looks back down at you.
Shota can’t help but grin. “Lucky me.”
Bringing you to the bathroom isn’t much of a task, but getting you under the shower (because Jongseob is the kind of guy to have a bathroom with both a shower and a tub) to wipe off the waxes and other substances is, because you refuse to let go of him to the point where Jongseob has to step in and hold you still.
Getting you into the bath is much easier when Shota tells Jongseob to get in with you, considering your refusal to let him go by latching onto his arm.
The unusual display of clinginess doesn’t come as much of a surprise given the intensity of the scene. But it’s cute, so Shota has no problem as he sits himself on the lip of the tub and washes your hair, every touch bringing you closer and closer back to the present.
“You guys are crazy,” you mutter after a while, head lolling back onto Jongseob’s shoulder.
Shota smiles, dumping the jug of water over your head as retaliation and giggling while you yelp and sputter, wiping at your face.
Jongseob snickers, tightening his arms around you. “If we’re crazy, so are you. You asked for everything tonight.”
“Yeah, but,” you flush, sinking further into the water. “I didn’t think it would be like that.”
A quiet panic starts growing in the pit of Shota’s stomach, the loofa nearly slipping from his hand. “You don’t have any regrets, do you?” He has to ask because he can’t have it happening again—
“No,” you say sharply, breaking off his dark trail of thought, and that quashes away the doubts that started growing in Shota’s head. “Not at all.”
He sighs in relief, smiling as he takes your arm to lather the soap over your skin. “Good.”
The moment lulls after that, the sounds tinkling of water, soft breaths, and the rose scented air keeping you company.
“So,” you start again, eyes lighting with a twinkle that makes Shota preen even before you finish your thought. “Same time next week?”
He eyes the collar still around your neck, glancing up at Jongseob’s hopeful, inquiring eyes. “Of course,” he answers, grinning as he loops his finger through the collar and tugs you closer. “You’re mine now.”
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ᯓ an — jongseob being the secret freak in piwon? of course i was going to hop on that
READ PART 2 HERE — MASTERLIST
“Jiung, open the damn door. I need to pee!”
“Well, so do I!”
You grunt out in frustration, banging on the door again but you get no response. “Damn it,” you mutter under your breath, cursing yourself for having that last beer as you look around the hall.
Jongseob’s door is cracked open. If you remember right, he has his own bathroom attached to his bedroom.
You don’t bother asking for permission; you’re well past those niceties and he’s too caught up in kicking Keeho’s ass in Mario Kart.
So you abandon your post by the powder room and shove your way into his bedroom frantically.
You only pause for a second to take in the surprisingly neat aesthetic of his room. But then your bladder pulses threateningly so you abandon your admiration and beeline to the door adjacent to the entrance.
As soon as you open the door, your stomach falls and peeing becomes the last of your worries.
You should’ve just waited for Jiung.
Because there, hanging from the curtain rod where curtains should be, are ropes and leather binds and—and fur-lined handcuffs?
They’re all black, some with silver hoops and rings, and the only thing going through your mind is who is stowing their bondage shit in Jongseob’s room?
Your first thought is immediately Soul, but then Soul would probably hang them around his apartment loud and proud.
Theo? No, also loud and proud.
Keeho doesn’t strike you as the type and Intak wouldn’t be the one doing the tying, unless he had them on the ready for his partners to use on him.
Jiung… is a bit of an enigma but he would be the type to lock this stuff away in a safe somewhere if he had people over.
Jongseob doesn’t have any other friends so that just leaves you with… Jongseob.
Your stomach falls again.
Is Jongseob a secret fucking freak?
The thought shakes you so violently that you jump back and slam the door shut.
You feel cold. And hot. And like you’re dizzy and about to fall. You need to get out of here.
So you book it out of his room, crashing right into Jiung as he steps out into the hall.
“Woah!” He exclaims, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you up to your feet when you nearly go tumbling down with him. “Bathrooms free, you can—are you okay?”
You blink up at his concerned eyes as he flattens his palm against your forehead.
“You look a little pale. Are you nauseous?”
You swat him away, stepping back and brushing yourself down as heat rises to your cheeks. “I’m fine,” you huff, shoving past him to go back into the ruckus in the living room.
Jiung follows after you. “Don’t you need to pee?”
But you don’t hear him anymore, your eyes immediately landing on where Jongseob is trying to sabotage Keeho by reaching over his own controller to fuck with him.
He looks so bright and cheery, giggling all sunshine and rainbows.
Definitely not like some sort of bondage master.
“Noona?” Soul asks from where he’s sitting on the couch. He holds a fresh beer can up to you in a silent offer.
You shake your head, slipping into the free spot beside him and Theo, on your other side, immediately takes his chance to throw his legs on your lap.
Your eyes stay on Jongseob. And your mind stays on thoughts of those ropes. On those ropes, in Jongseob’s hands. What he would do with them, who he would do those things to.
Safe to say, you go into a silent spiral. One that keeps you so preoccupied that you don’t even notice it when everyone has gotten up to leave.
“Hey,” Keeho’s voice rings, fingers snapping in front of your face. “We’re gonna head out. You stay here until you’re ready to drive home.”
You blink out of your daze, tilting your head up to look at him. “Huh?”
“Jongseob has your keys,” Theo says from behind him. “He’s under order not to give them to you when you don’t look like you’ll throw up on yourself.”
You open your mouth to protest but Keeho starts shoving Theo to the door where Jiung, Soul, and Intak are already wrapped up and ready to go.
“Wait, I can go home!” You try to argue and pull up to your feet, but a hand, slim and surprisingly strong, pushes on your shoulder to sit you right back down.
“You’re staying,” Jongseob says from behind you, before turning his attention to bid the others goodbye as they filter out of the apartment one by one.
And then you’re alone. With Jongseob.
Jongseob, the apparent bondage master.
Jongseob rounds the couch to tidy up the bits of his living room that are still left askewed even after the group effort to clean up.
And you watch him, his nimble fingers as he deftly fixes the position of his knick knacks on the coffee table and tv stand.
He’s always been good with his hands. You wonder if it’s because…
“I saw your bondage stuff in your bathroom,” you blurt against your will.
Jongseob freezes where he stands. Then he looks over his shoulder at you, and although he doesn’t look nearly as affected as you expect, there’s a tinge of red at the tips of his ear.
“What were you doing in my room?”
“Had to pee.”
He raises his brow. “Didn’t think to ask me first before going in there?”
You swallow, curling in on yourself at the reprimanding look in his eye. Does he look at his— stop.
“Sorry,” you say, then tack on like your brain just wants you to make everything worse than it needs to be. “Master.”
He glares at you before he moves on to fix the cushions of his couch. “You think it’s funny,” he says, watching you purse your lips to smother your giggle from the corner of his eye.
“No, not funny,” you say, wrapping your arms around your knees. “Just… shocked. You don’t seem like the type. You’re all shy and nerdy, ya know.”
Well, now that you think about it, it really always is the shy, nerdy type, isn’t it?
Jongseob seems to agree, if the little smirk he gets on his lips is anything to go by. “Believe what you want,” he says before moving on to his attached kitchen. “Tea?”
“I’m good.”
He’s being surprisingly casual about this. The Jongseob you know, or thought you knew, would stumble and babble his way through an embarrassed explanation.
But the way he just owns it is… a little headspinning. And it gets you thinking.
“So, are you a dom or a sub?”
You expect that to be his ticket to kick you out of his apartment.
But he answers with a calm, “I usually dom.”
“Ah.”
The whistle of the kettle takes over the silence as you’re left to your wandering thoughts.
“Can I try?”
There’s a clatter of glass against countertop then a sharp curse before a puzzled, “What?”
You rise to your knees on the couch, turning around to face his baffled expression on the other side of the counter that divides his kitchen and living room.
You didn’t even mean to ask it. But you can’t lie that your curiosity is killing you. You want to—no, need to see him in action.
“You heard me,” you state, folding your arms over the back cushions. “I want to try.”
He narrows his eyes at you. “This isn’t something you just try. Bondage is complicated, it’s not just some sex thing that you’re probably thinking it is.”
“Okay, then teach me.”
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly.”
He stares at you for a moment that stretches long enough to make you think that maybe this was a bad idea and you should just get up and run away.
But then he starts walking over to you, slow and leisurely as he eyes you to gauge just how serious you are, and the fact that it makes you feel a little bit like prey keeps you glued to your place.
He stops in front of you, placing hands on either side of you on the cushions. “Do you understand what you’re asking for?”
You swallow, unable to speak as you stare up at him, frozen under the intensity of his gaze. “Yes?” You not-so-answer.
“You want to try bondage?” He asks, raising a brow. “You want me to tie you up. Is that it?”
You take in a shaky breath, squirming in your spot. “I-I guess I just want to see you in action.”
“As a dom?”
“…I suppose.”
“And you’re willing to be my sub?”
You pause. You didn’t think about it like that. But now that you are thinking about it, the answer couldn’t come quicker.
“Yes.”
His brows raise, like he hadn’t expected such an emphatic answer. But a smile, small and satisfied, lifts on his lips.
“Do you trust me?”
This answer comes instinctively. “I do.”
His smile lifts higher. “Good,” he pauses, letting his eyes roam over your face for a moment. “And if things get… sexual?”
You frown, puzzled. “Isn’t bondage sexual?”
“Not inherently,” he says, folding his arms against yours and lowering just enough so you can feel his breath brush against you as he speaks. “It can be therapeutic for a lot of people. A way to relax, let go of power and responsibility.” He raises a hand to brush a stray strand of your hair back, his fingertips a light breeze against your prickling skin. “As the dominant, it’s my job to guide my submissive safely into that mindset. To let them relinquish power to someone they trust so they can just… be.”
Maybe it’s the cadence of his deep voice, or the soft way that he speaks, or the gentle way that his thumb caresses your cheek. But you think you can already feel the kind of power he can hold. The kind that brings people under. Because even just listening to him now, like he’s guiding you through this conversation, you feel some of the threads of your own control slip into his hand.
“Sometimes it’s just that,” he adds quietly, his finger tracing down the slope of your jaw before resting under your chin. “Sometimes it’s more.”
You feel stuck under his gaze, warm and all encompassing.
“It’s whatever you want,” he mumbles.
More. Your brain screams at you.
“I want more,” you say.
His fingers wrap around your chin in a grip that doesn’t feel as considerate as his words. You wonder distantly if you’ve gotten yourself caught in a trap.
“Good,” he murmurs, thumb digging into the divot under your lower lip, forcing your mouth to part for him. “I was wondering when the day would come.”
You don’t get the chance, or have much of a mind, to process what that might mean because you’re quickly reminded of your bladder issue.
“Bathroom,” you say, and it’s so abrupt that he stares at you before breaking into a soft laugh.
He lets go of you and steps back, but that cocksure smirk of his lies waiting on his lips. “Meet me in my room.”
You take your time in the bathroom to reel in your racing mind and your racing heart.
You’re about to fuck one of your best friends. At least, you think you are. You didn’t think it was something you wanted but now that you know it’s an option, it’s all that you can think of, all that you find yourself wanting as you pad down the hallway to his bedroom.
His door is cracked open. You don’t hear anything on the other side.
You expected him to be the type to have on a playlist. Well, maybe he does whenever he goes vanilla. Does he do vanilla? Or is he strictly—okay, now is not the time.
You shake your head, taking a steadying breath as you reach for the doorknob and step into the fate you’ve stumbled yourself into.
There’s rope on the bed. Four neat coils of sturdy black rope on the bed, just waiting for you. No sight of leather or silver rings or handcuffs.
Jongseob stands across the bed, leaning back against his dresser as he coils a fifth length of rope around his hand.
He looks up at you when you step through the door, smiling at the blank look on your face.
“Sit,” he tells you, nodding over to the empty space he left for you at the foot of the bed.
Even just that simple command has your head reeling. Are you really that easy?
You make your way over on weak knees, sitting yourself down and looking up at him across from you.
And suddenly this all starts to feel real and not just some distant fantasy that brewed in your head borne out of childish curiosity.
He leaves you stewing in your anticipation for a few moments longer as he wrings his hands around the rope, letting his eyes rake over you. Even the way he looks at you exudes a quiet sense of control. It’s not obvious, but it’s there. You feel it in the way he doesn’t let his eyes stray from you even once, no inkling of nervousness or otherwise from his end.
“Do you know what a safeword is?” Is what he finally says to you.
You watch the way his fingers work around the rope before he holds it casually at his front, waiting for your answer.
“Yes,” you say quickly when you realize you’ve taken too long.
He chuckles, a little amused. “Are you feeling shy?”
“No,” you snap, shuffling in your seat. You pout when he raises a disbelieving brow at you, twisting your hands in your lap. “Just didn’t think you’d actually agree.”
“We don’t have to go through with—“
“I want to,” you cut in.
He stops, nodding as he licks his tongue over his smile. “Okay. Then in the case that you do want to stop at any point, we need a system. Do you know the traffic light system?”
“I do.”
He nods, moving over to place the final coil of rope with the others on the bed. “Explain it to me,” he says before moving back with his hands in his pockets.
You don’t know how he’s being so casual about this. But his nonchalance to it all makes you feel hot, makes that pressure between your hips grow present.
“When you ask me for a colour, I answer with green, yellow, or red,” you start, and only when he nods do you continue, “Green for go, yellow for slow, red for stop.”
“Good,” he says with a smile, and even just that bit of approval makes your heart flutter. “Do you know what shibari is?”
“I do.”
“That’s what I’ll be doing to you tonight.”
You glance to your left at all the coils of rope he’s got splayed out beside you. “So no leather, no chains?”
“Not tonight,” he says and that implication goes lost on you when he leans against his dresser, nods his chin at you, and says, “Take off your clothes.”
Your breath hitches, cheeks burning hot. Right. This is happening.
You take a steadying breath before you rise to your feet, reaching for the hem of your shirt. You meet his eyes a final time before you pull it off your body.
His gaze stays locked on you as you undress, and you wouldn’t think he was affected at all by his impassive expression if it weren’t for the tinge of red on his cheeks and the hard bob of his Adam’s apple.
You leave your clothes at the corner of his bed, not yet meeting his eye as you wait for further instruction.
“Good,” he breathes as he makes his way closer, reaching around you to pick up a coil of rope that he unwinds and folds in half. “Turn around.”
Again, the simple instruction leaves you feeling more affected than you should. You do as you’re told regardless.
“Hold your arms up and out,” he murmurs, humming in approval when you do.
You feel him step closer, the heat of his body like a physical weight against your bare skin. Then he reached around you to wrap the first length of rope around your upper chest, tying it at your back. It’s firm against your skin, but not uncomfortable or scratchy like you’d expected.
You feel his finger slip between your skin and the rope before tugging to test its sturdiness.
“Not too tight?” He asks and you shake your head.
“No,” you mumble. “It… actually feels nice.”
His palm presses into the side of your waist as he reaches around you to pick up another coil of rope. “That’s good,” he hums before the warmth of his hand is gone and the new stretch of rope comes around you.
Each new knot and loop that he adds to your body leaves you feeling more and more like you’re slipping further under his hand. You start to understand what he’d been trying to explain; the expulsion of power, and the appeal behind the notion.
All you can do is stand there as he puts together what can only be explained as a harness around your chest and your shoulders in intricate, symmetric shapes. He moves around your body here and there to check his knots and keep track of his work, all concentrated and stern the way he works his nimble fingers around you.
He takes this seriously. It makes you feel more at ease.
“Colour?” He asks you when he’s done with your chest, and it takes you a moment to get your senses together to answer.
“Green.”
He hums then uses his hands to bring your arms down. He picks up the third coil of rope and uses it to tie your upper arms down to the loops made at the sides of your upper torso, elbows bent to bind your forearms and hands together at your back.
His work is sturdy. There’s not much space for any movement when you give the binds an experimental tug.
“You okay?” He asks when he notices you wriggling.
“Y-Yeah, just…” You flush, relaxing under the ties. “Impressed.”
He smirks softly as he comes to stand in front of you, hooking his finger under the rope between your breasts and tugging lightly to test it. His eyes take you in, lingering at your chest before he reaches for another rope. You feel hot all over, exposed like this under his prying eyes.
The heat of his hand brushes against your thigh. “Part your legs a little for me,” he says gently, and you quickly comply, watching him as he snakes the rope around your legs and hips, framing your ass and your cunt, circling around your upper thighs.
It takes great effort to hold in your noises when you feel his hands nearly brush against the intimate parts of you. There’s no doubt you’re wet already, way too turned on than you should be with just some rope around your body. But you don’t need him to know that.
He does the fifth and final rope in intricate knots to connect the ones between your chest and your thighs, wrapping everything up in a neat little design that you can’t really see.
When he’s done, he moves to stand in front of you, letting his eyes drink you in.
“You look pretty like this,” he murmurs, hands brushing down your body before settling at your hips.
You make a soft, inadvertent noise when his fingers hook under the rope just to feel and appreciate his work.
“How’s it feel?” He asks you, one hand sliding up your body to cup under the swell of your breast.
It’s a simple touch that makes you want nothing more than for him to keep touching you, to take advantage of you in a state like this. Like you’re presented to him, all for his own pleasure.
“Feels good,” you murmur. “Green.”
He hums, satisfied. He moves his hand up, kneading your chest before pressing his thumb into your nipple. You gasp at the sensation as he starts to languidly circle it to a stiff peak.
“You’re a lot more pliant than I thought you’d be,” he muses, lifting his other hand to give your other breast the same attention. “I thought I’d have to teach you some manners.”
You swallow down a moan but it comes out in a whine anyways when he pinches your nipples, tugging at them once before his hands settle on your waist again.
“Wanna be good,” you manage to say, and the way he smirks at you gives you the ridiculous urge to drop to your knees and call him master.
“Yeah?” He asks, tongue flicking over his lower lip. “Wanna be a good girl for me?”
The words rush to your head and make your needy cunt throb. You nod immediately, never mind the fact that it’s probably pathetic how quickly you’re giving into him.
His fingers dig into your flesh between the ropes. “Use your words, pretty girl.”
“Yes,” you say immediately. “Wanna be good for you.”
“Good,” he whispers, eyes darkening as they rake down your figure again. “Lets start by getting you on the bed, hm?”
You nod and he moves around you, taking hold of the knot between your shoulder blades to steer you onto the bed, guiding you to the head of it before he handles you onto your side.
You go willingly, not that you have much of a choice under all the binds. But you welcome the lack of choice, the lack of a need to do anything. Because Jongseob is there to do it for you.
“Can I take a picture?” He suddenly asks you. You follow him with your eyes as he rounds to the foot of the bed, his eyes not leaving you once. “A Polaroid. Just one without your face. If you decide you don’t like it after everything then you can burn it.”
The thought of Jongseob wanting to have you immortalized like this does questionable things to your mindset. And you don’t hate the idea of seeing what you look like through his eyes.
So you agree. “You can.”
He doesn’t waste time, digging out his camera from his dresser before he steps back into place.
“Say cheese,” he teases once he lifts the camera, pointing his lens at you.
You giggle softly, complying despite it being completely useless as he snaps the picture.
You blink your eyes clear of the flash as he rounds the bed and places the camera and printed film on his bedside table.
Distantly, you wonder just how many pictures he has like that in his collection.
You don’t get much time to mull over it when he knees his way onto the bed. It hits you that he’s still fully dressed in his dark slacks and oversized black button up, and you’re only in rope.
It feels a little humiliating. And it only makes you more wet.
Without another word, Jongseob puts his hand on your hip and rolls you as far onto your back as he can given that your arms are in the way.
He seems completely mesmerized by the sight of you on his bed like this, eyes greedy as they drink you in.
“I couldn’t be more glad for someone invading my privacy,” he mutters under his breath, sliding a hand under your thigh to part your legs.
You hiss at the cold brush of air as you’re exposed. He only grins when he catches sight of the state you’re in.
“Looks like I’m not the only one either,” he chuckles.
You mewl in embarrassment, turning your head to bury into his pillow but he catches your chin, turning you not-so-gently to bring your eyes back to him.
His smile is gone, replaced by a stern, hard look that does nothing to help the mess between your legs.
“Eyes on me,” he tells you, right before he passes two of his fingers through your slick folds.
The feeling it sends through you feels all the more intense than it normally would from something so simple.
You gasp, body jerking under your binds when his fingers swipe through again to gather your slick. When your head tries to fall back, his grip on you tightens to bring your rolling eyes back onto him.
That hard expression stays on his face as he watches you intently, taking in every shift in your expression.
“Colour.”
It takes you a second to process but you whimper out an emphatic, “Green.”
He hums, then uses his slick covered fingers to start circling your clit.
Your body trembles under the sensation, short moans leaving your lips but you don’t make the mistake of trying to look away from him again.
He lets go of your chin, opting instead to hold up your thigh when your legs try to close.
“You’re dripping so much already,” he says with a small smirk, eyes shifting back down to your twitching cunt. “Just from being tied up?”
You whine, starting to writhe as his fingers pick up the pace, flicking rapidly against your throbbing nub. “Can’t—nngh—help it.”
“Of course you can’t.” He laughs, short and low. “Keep your legs apart.”
You don’t get much time to process the order before he lets go of your thigh, his hands shifting so the thumb of his left finds its way to your clit while the middle of his right starts teasing at your entrance.
Your legs move to close at the sudden onslaught of simulation but one of his hands comes down on your inner thigh with a sharp smack that has you yelping, a stinging sensation left lingering on that sensitive skin.
“What did I say?” He snaps at you and you whimper, forcing your legs open, struggling to keep your bleary eyes open and on him. “Good.” His hands move back to your cunt but they remain still. “Colour?”
You swallow. Your entire body trembles but it’s nothing if not excitement and anticipation for more.
“Green,” you breathe and his fingers spur back to life, thumb circling your clit in quick, tight circles as his finger starts pushing into your hole.
You don’t bother trying to stifle the whines and gasps that tumble from your lips, knowing he’d probably reprimand you if you tried.
Your body lies taut under the ropes, twitching and writhing uselessly. It’s just like you wanted; you’re left pliant for him to use however he likes.
His finger sheathes fully inside of you, staying pushed in for a moment before he starts to slowly fuck it in and out. The filthy sounds from how slick you are makes you want to turn and hide and close your legs, but you don’t.
You stay good, keeping yourself open for him as he fingers you towards your climax with an almost clinical focus with his eyes latched onto the way your pussy swallows him in.
“Fucking gushing around me,” he mutters, slowing his fingers down just to watch how your slick gathers at the base of his knuckles.
Then he pulls out and instead pushes two of his long fingers all the way in.
You moan, head rolling back, but he doesn’t reprimand you this time, too focused on fucking you with his fingers. He doesn’t stop this time, working his way up to eventually push three fingers into you.
The stretch is mind-numbingly good, better than anything you’ve been able to do to yourself and far better than anyone else has ever done for you.
Maybe it's the situation. Maybe it’s the position he has you in. But whatever it is, it drives you to your climax faster than normal.
You clench around his fingers, and he sees it in the way that you flutter around each thrust that you’re close.
“Close already?” He asks with a crooked grin, seeming all too pleased with himself. “I just got started.”
You whine, hips jerking under him when his thumb presses into your clit. “S-Seob, please, don’t stop, ‘m gonna…”
Your words give way to high, frantic whines as he pushes you right to the edge.
Only to pull away as soon as you were about to tip off.
You cry out in frustration when the warmth of his fingers pull away and you’re left empty and pulsing around nothing.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says, looking down at you with a smile that is anything but warm. “Did you think you were at liberty to tell me what to do?”
Your veins run cold at the sudden shift in his tone. It’s icy, just like his gaze as he looks down at you. It’s rampant with a hunger of his own, but it’s a hunger to see you ruined than to fuck you the way you want.
He clicks his tongue. “Guess you do need to be taught a thing or two.”
Before you know it, you’re on your knees. He uses the robes to grab and move you, pushing your face down into your pillow with one hand on the rope between your shoulders while the other drags your hips up.
He lets out a breath, slow and shaky, at the sight of you being presented to him like this.
“You were made to be put like this, weren’t you?” He coos, large hand cupping your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
He hooks his fingers under one of the ropes framing your cunt, tugging at it to pull you flush against the hard ridge of his boner through his slacks. He grinds forward with a breathy groan, pushing him further into you.
“Feel that?”
You whimper, rolling your hips back for more of that pressure but he only pulls back with a chuckle.
“You’re a needy thing,” you hear him mumble, followed by the sound of his belt and zipper coming undone.
You wait with bated breath as you listen to the shuffle of clothes, aching more and more with each second that goes by that your needy cunt goes neglected.
“Seob,” you whine when nothing still happens.
“Thought you wanted to be a good girl, hm? Good girls are patient.”
You let out a frustrated breath that borders on a sob, turning to bury your face further into his pillow as you lay there, waiting.
Until you feel the blunt head of his cock press right against your clit.
You bristle, but his hands bear down on your hips to hold you still as he clicks his tongue. “You’re flighty. Colour?”
“Green,” you muffle out, not even bothering to hide the desperate tone in your voice.
He chuckles at it, starting to guide his cock through the slick mess of your folds though not yet sating your ache to be filled.
But you don’t dare make a peep about it, afraid that he would just string it out even longer if you did.
So you just take it as he traces his tip through every crevice of your cunt, pushing against your entrance just to pull away and guide himself down to your clit, circling you there, then gliding all the way back up to the base before repeating it in a torturous routine.
It’s a mind reeling game that leaves you panting and quivering and dripping for five, ten, however many minutes as he just teases you like this.
It doesn’t matter that he’s desperate to sink his aching cock into the warm, velvety walls that are literally weeping for him. He needs to know that you understand just how this works.
When it seems that you do, when you’re just whining mindlessly and drooling into his pillow and just taking his teasing with no complaints, he finally gives in.
He presses in, just until the tip, and pauses, watching as your pliant body seems to liven back up under the stretch, bristling under the binds.
You whimper his name so softly, but that’s all that comes. No begging for more, no trying to fuck yourself back on to him. Just simple reaction to whatever he’s giving you, with no other choice but to just take it.
“Good girl,” he breathes, manic at the prospect of breaking you in so easily, before he lets himself sink all the way in.
You moan, loud and broken at the feeling of finally being stretched to the brim.
There’s no more waiting. He starts fucking you with intent, holding on to the knots keeping your arms together as he drives his cock into you at a steady pace.
He’s long and curved perfectly to brush against that sweet spot in you with each precise thrust, pushing you closer to your lost climax quicker than you could’ve hoped for.
You lay there and take it, sobbing his name into the pillow as you take every bit of overwhelming pleasure.
He breathes your name, quiet and reverent as he fucks you at a relentless pace. “So good,” he gasps, his free hand coming around to tweak at your nipple, his pace never once wavering. “Taking me so well, aren’t you?”
“Good,” your mumble and he has to strain to hear your muffled, fucked out voice. “F’r you.”
It makes him manic.
His cock pulses inside your gummy walls and he curses, his pace starting to falter. “Fuck, pretty, ‘m gonna cum,” he breathes. He’s about to pull out, picturing the image of his cum trickling against your back, a stark colour against the black ropes, when your voice cuts in.
“In me…” You muffle through your sobs. “Seob—in me…”
And fuck, who is he to deny a pretty beggar?
He groans, plastering himself to your back, both hands clutching onto your tits as he drives his cock into you with a renewed force.
“Cum with me,” he breathes into your hair, and it’s enough to have you pulsing around him, enough to have him spilling inside of you.
He collapses from the effort, grunting as he milks every bit of himself into you, arms coming down to wrap around your waist as he rocks you both through the high.
The moment stills, a tangle of breathless bodies and heated air.
He wants to just lay there and bask in the afterglow, but he knows he has work to do, especially when he feels you go limp in his arms.
Slowly, he pulls out, hissing from the sensitivity before laying you on your side and lifting off of you.
But as soon as he detaches from you, you bristle with a whine, eyes going wide and panicked as they search for him through the blur.
“Seob? No, don’t,” you whimper, reaching out to clutch at him.
Oh, you’re gone.
He immediately lowers himself down, tucking his body over you and brushing your sweaty hair out of your face. “I’m right here, pretty. Not going anywhere. Just gonna get these ropes off of you, okay?”
It takes a moment for the words to process, but when they do, he goes to work, making sure to stay as physically connected to you as possible even if it is just a clumsy press of bodies.
The ropes come off of you one by one, and he drops them to the floor without care. It doesn’t even bother him that he’ll have to wash them again today.
He soothes his hands over your arms when he gets them free, almost mourning having to undo all his work—you looked so pretty under all of it—but he hopes he’ll get to keep his picture at least.
Actually, he hopes he’ll get to have you like this again. But that’s a worry for after, because you’re starting to doze off already and he can’t have that just yet.
Once you’re free of the ropes, he gently tugs your body to lay on your back, the movement shaking you awake.
“Don’t fall asleep on me yet,” he says, watching you blink your eyes open for him. “Good, just like that.”
He smiles fondly when you drop your face into his chest, scratching into your hair affectionately before he reaches over you for the wet wipes he keeps at his bedside.
Cleaning you up is a bit of a task when you keep flinching away and swatting at him but once it’s done, he tucks you against his chest and under the blanket.
“You’re a freak.”
Okay, maybe you’re not that under.
“Oh yeah?” He asks with a cocky grin. “You seemed to like it though.”
You lift your head to glare at him, your previous daze seeming faraway. “I’m sorry, has anyone not liked that?”
He shrugs. “Some don’t.” He doesn’t know what to make of the slow blink you give him. “What?”
“You’re a slut,” you say simply.
He laughs, knowing you well enough to know it’s not malicious. A little judgemental, maybe, but he’s judged you about your sex life before so he’s not one to speak.
“I suppose I am,” he says sheepishly, dropping his head back to look up at the ceiling.
“…What’s with the cuddling?”
“Aftercare.”
“Ah.”
“Hate it?”
You shuffle further into his arms and he takes that as your silent answer. He holds you close, relishing in your warm skin against his.
After another silent moment, his eyes drift over to the Polaroid that waits at his bedside table. He itches to reach over and take a peak. But he won’t until—
“You can keep the picture,” you tell him, like you’re reading his mind. “But you show it to anyone and I’m telling Shota his best friend is a huge freak.”
“Shota?” Jongseob snorts. “Who the hell do you think got me into this in the first place?”
There’s silence. Then you bristle, pushing yourself off of him to sit up and stare down at him with wide eyes. “What?”
“Honour code,” he says cheekily, pretending to zip his lips shut. “Freaks don’t divulge each other's freak practices.”
You drop back down beside him with an exasperated sigh. You shouldn’t be that surprised. “Do I even want to know?”
He hums, chewing on his lip as a distant thought forms in his head. “Maybe another time.”
Synopsis: A new night nurse starts in the pitt and Jack takes an instant interest in her, not in a good way.
Warnings: mean jack, age gap, reader is mid to late 20s, sunshine reader, shy reader, anxious reader, eventual smut, smut, 18+, MDNI, angst, fighting, slow burn, co-workers to enemies, enemies to lovers, blood, gore, medical inaccuracies, pittfest, panic attacks, mentions of suicide, PTSD, grief, widower jack, mentions of past military trauma, violence against medical staff, reader is described to be shorter than Jack, reader has hair past shoulders.
🦋 - fluff
🌧️ - angst
🔥 - smut
Can be read as individual, standalone blurbs, but will be written with a timeline in mind.
Synopsis: Breaking up with Jungwon was one thing. But agreeing to co-parent a dog afterward? That was how you ended up in the weirdest post-breakup situation ever. Because what kind of exes still see each other at precisely 10 a.m?
You broke up. You’re sure of it. So why does it feel like your relationship never ended? Just… got a schedule and a leash?
Author's note: Another fic has been sitting in the drafts for too long. I finally decided to share it with you all. Hope you enjoy it! Happy reading!
Warnings: This story contains equal parts fluff and angst, with a dash of unresolved feelings, awkward ex moments, and a dog that might steal the spotlight. Reader discretion is advised! 🐾
Permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n @layzfy @firstclassjaylee @ijustwannareadstuff20
Here’s the thing no one tells you about breakups:
When you two bought a dog together while you were still dating, breaking up isn’t just about parting ways with a person. You get partial custody of an emotional support furball with no idea why mom and dad stopped living together. The breakup was mutual. There was no shouting, no ugly crying, no one storming out at 2 a.m. with a suitcase and a dramatic one-liner.
It was a quiet and tired conversation on the couch. Some nods. A few long silences. And Maeumi, curled up between you, unaware that his life was about to get complicated.
You probably should’ve fought over him. Or at least discussed like rational adults. Instead, you both just… didn’t let go. Now, you set schedules like divorced parents. Only with more awkward small talk and a lot of pretending it’s totally normal to see your ex every other day at exactly 10:00 a.m.
It started with meetups. Hand off the leash, say a polite hello, smile as if it doesn’t sting anymore. Then it became coffee afterwards. Then breakfast “because he looks hungry and I’m already here anyway.”
Then, last weekend, Maeumi ate an entire bag of chips and got sick all over Jungwon’s living room, which somehow led to you arguing about brand-name kibble.
“You were the one who said he needed variety!”
“Variety doesn’t mean junk food!”
“They were organic!”
“He threw up on my socks, (name).”
And you’re not proud of it, but you laughed. A little too hard. Then Jungwon laughed, and it felt like nothing had changed for a moment.
But everything had.
Now, you’re waiting for Jungwon in the usual meeting spot, Maeumi’s leash wrapped loosely around your wrist as he trots in excited little circles. Jungwon’s late. Not by much, just five minutes. Enough to make you wonder if he’s okay. Enough to make you check your phone. He shows up a minute later, hair a bit messy, holding two coffees. “Sorry,” he says. “I stopped by that place you like. The one with the stupid tiny straws.”
You take the cup without a word.
Maeumi barks, happy as ever, tail wagging because it was the best part of his week. Seeing his divorced parents together! ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
“Did he eat?” Jungwon asks.
You replied. “Yeah. But he thinks spinning in a circle gets him more food now.”
Jungwon sighs. “You didn’t.”
You shrug. “It was funny. He almost knocked over my lamp trying it this morning.”
There was a slight pause before, “He seemed to miss you a lot when he was with me last week. A good thing he has spent with you these past few days.” Jungwon says, nudging Maeumi’s head.
You nod, eyes on your coffee cup. “I missed him too.”
You’re not sure which of them you’re talking about.
🍎
Maeumi planted his butt on the floor and refused to move. You tugged the leash gently. “Come on, it’s Dad’s turn.” Maeumi looked at you. Then looked at Jungwon. Then flopped onto his side. You sighed. “He’s being a brat again.”
Jungwon crouched beside you, holding out a treat from his pocket. “Maeumi, let’s not do this today.”
Maeumi sniffed the treat, stood up halfway, then turned around and pressed himself against your leg.
You and Jungwon exchanged a look.
“I think he’s made his choice,” you said.
“It’s not even a choice. It’s supposed to be my weekend.”
“You tell him that.”
Jungwon sighed and looked down at Maeumi, who was now rolling over, belly up, smug as ever. “You’re a traitor. You know that?”
Maeumi sneezed in response.
Eventually, after five minutes of bargaining and light bribery, Jungwon stepped inside your apartment to get him moving. One minute turned into five. Then ten. Now you were both sitting on the couch, a lukewarm mug of tea in his hands, Maeumi curled between you like a peace treaty in dog form. “You know,” you said, watching as Maeumi kicked his leg in his sleep, “he wasn’t like this when we first got him.”
“Nope,” Jungwon muttered. “He used to listen to me. Now he acts like he pays rent.”
“That’s your influence.”
He shot you a look. “My influence? You’re the one who started giving him tiny portions of your dinner because he’s a spoiled prince.”
You shrugged and grinned. “He deserves nice things.”
“He eats better than me.”
Jungwon glanced at you for too long, then looked away and sipped his tea.
You didn’t notice.
Well, yeah, you did, but you were pretending not to.
Jungwon leaned back a little. Then he looked toward the kitchen. And then he saw it. The mug. The one he bought for your birthday two years ago. You loved it to the point that you used it daily while you two were still dating. He nodded toward the cupboard. “Didn’t think you still had that.”
You glanced over. “Huh? Oh. Yeah.”
He didn’t say anything else, but his eyes stayed on it. That dumb, ceramic memory sitting there as if it had every right to exist in a post-breakup world.
You added, “It’s a good mug.”
Jungwon barely smiled. “Yeah. Real high quality.”
You didn’t reply.
He looked back at Maeumi, who was still fast asleep between you, snoring lightly. “I keep one of your spoons in my drawer,” Jungwon said suddenly.
Your head turned. “What?”
“You left it after that one trip. The one where we bought those instant noodles that tasted like cardboard.”
“Oh. Right.” You stared ahead. “That was a good weekend.”
“It rained.”
“I like rain.”
You both nodded and pretended the conversation didn’t sting a little.
Maeumi snored louder as if he were trying to cover the silence.
🍎
Your phone buzzed at 11:42 p.m.
You were half-asleep. Maeumi had gone home with Jungwon hours ago, but the apartment still felt…full.
You grabbed your phone.
Jungwon [11:42 PM]
Thanks for taking care of him this week. He seemed extra happy. When he saw you, his tail wagged about ten times per second.
You smiled without meaning to, your thumb hovering over the keyboard to send a quick "anytime" or maybe a "he missed you too."
But another message came in before you could type.
Jungwon [11:43 PM]
You’re still the easiest person to talk to.
You stared at the screen.
You didn’t know what to say. Or perhaps you did, and that was the problem.
So you… didn’t reply.
🍎
Jungwon sat on the curb's edge, nursing a canned coffee. Sunghoon was sipping from his drink, watching him spiral in silence. “I’m losing it,” Jungwon finally said. “She still knows how I take my coffee. Didn’t even ask.”
Sunghoon glanced over. “She made it the same way she used to? Back when you two were together?”
Jungwon nodded slowly. “Exactly like that.”
“And you’re upset because…?”
“I don’t know,” Jungwon shaked his head. “She laughs at my jokes the same way. She still says ‘bless you’ when I fake sneeze for attention. And today, I saw the mug I got for her birthday two years ago, sitting in her cupboard like it never left.”
“Maybe it’s just a good mug?” Sunghoon offered.
Jungwon stared at him. “That mug has a whale on it saying ‘whale you be mine.’ It wasn’t just a mug.”
Sunghoon choked on his drink and wiped his mouth. “Okay, yeah, that’s tragic.”
“And she still wears my hoodie,” Jungwon added. “She likes that hoodie.”
Sunghoon crossed his arms. “So, what’s the plan? Gonna ask for the hoodie back and confess your undying love in the same breath?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing. I thought I was over her. I thought we were fine being exes who raise a dog together.” Jungwon let out a long sigh and tilted his head back. “I don’t know when it started feeling like this again.”
Sunghoon crumpled his empty drink can and tossed it into the bin beside them. “You mean the part where you show up with her favorite foods, sit on her couch like you never left, and keep pretending Maeumi’s the only reason you’re still hanging around?”
Jungwon looked at Sunghoon. “…Okay, rude. But not wrong.”
“Exactly. Look, man.” Sunghoon turned to face him fully now. “You two broke up. Sure. But you’re still texting her late at night, still wearing the cologne she once said smelled nice, and still looking at her like she’s the only person in the room.”
Jungwon groaned. “She’s just being nice. She always was.”
Sunghoon scoffed. “No one’s that nice, bro. She has your hoodie. She made you pancakes last week. You said she cut the strawberries the way you like them.”
“She always cuts the ends-”
“Exactly.” Sunghoon gave him a look. “At this point, you’re not just co-parenting a dog. You’re toeing the line of a romcom reboot.” He added, “Seriously, who even does this? Shared custody over a dog? With your ex? This is the weirdest post-breakup dynamic I’ve ever seen.”
Jungwon didn’t even deny it. He muttered, “…Yeah, but it’s kind of working.”
Sunghoon nodded solemnly. “You’re doomed.”
Jungwon groaned. “I think I’m accidentally falling in love with her again.”
“No such thing as accidental. You just never stopped.”
🍎
Maeumi wasn’t himself. You noticed it the moment he refused his dinner. He moved slowly, dragging his paws across the floor, and his eyes looked distant. Something was off. He usually had a healthy appetite, but tonight, nothing. You knelt beside him, gently rubbing his back. “Hey, Maeumi, what’s going on?”
He let out a weak whimper. Panic rose in your chest. You didn’t know what was wrong but knew you needed help. You grabbed your phone without thinking.
Jungwon picked up almost immediately. “What’s wrong?” His voice was concerned, even though he wasn’t sure what was happening.
“Maeumi’s sick. He won’t eat, he’s not moving much… I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Don’t worry. I’m coming over.”
It didn’t take long for him to arrive, his face tense as he crouched down to Maeumi’s level. The dog barely acknowledged him, enough to make you both nervous. “We should take him to the vet,” Jungwon said after a moment.
You nodded, already on the phone, setting up an appointment. The drive was tense, your hand gripping the door handle while Jungwon kept one hand on the wheel, his eyes between you and Maeumi.
When you finally arrived at the clinic, it was quiet. You and Jungwon waited in the sterile, cold waiting room. Maeumi was lying on your lap, his eyes closed and his breathing shallow. You rubbed his head absentmindedly, trying to calm yourself. “He’s going to be okay,” Jungwon said quietly, glancing over at you.
You nodded but didn’t answer. He touched his hand lightly near yours as he reached for the water cup beside you, and for a fleeting second, you felt his warmth. You looked at him, but his gaze was somewhere else, not meeting yours.
For a brief moment, you wondered if he missed this. If he missed you. But before you could even entertain the thought, the door to the exam room opened, and the vet emerged, pulling your focus back to Maeumi. Jungwon stood up. “He’ll be fine,” he said.
And you weren’t sure what to make of it, but for the first time since your breakup, you couldn’t ignore how much it stung to see him so close yet still so distant.
🍎
By the time you and Jungwon returned from the vet, Maeumi was already dozing off on the couch, wrapped in an old blanket and looking much more himself. The panic had eased. You stood by the kitchen, hands on the counter, watching Jungwon kneel to check Maeumi. You glanced at the time. “It’s late. You should eat before you head back.”
Jungwon looked up. “You sure?”
“Yeah. I was gonna cook anyway,” you said, opening the fridge. “Don’t expect a five-course meal, though.”
“I never did,” he said, smiling as he joined you in the kitchen. “You still burn rice, don’t you?”
You gave him a light shove with your elbow. “That happened once. And the pot betrayed me.”
Then, he washed the vegetables while you stirred the soup. It was annoyingly comfortable.
By the time dinner was done, the table was set. Jungwon set down the last dish and glanced over at you. “This… feels like we never broke up,”
You froze. Then, you replied, “We never used to have this much garlic.”
He huffed a small laugh but didn’t push it. And for the rest of dinner, neither of you brought it up again.
🍎
The dishes were washed. The leftovers are packed. Maeumi, finally feeling a bit better, had claimed his usual spot at the foot of your couch, tail thumping gently as he dozed. You stood near the sink, drying your hands on a dish towel, when Jungwon spoke from behind you. “I didn’t just miss Maeumi, you know.”
“I miss…” He let out a soft breath. “I miss all of it.”
“Do you still think about us?” he asked.
The silence was deafening. You felt him watching your back, waiting. And if the room had stayed that quiet a second longer, you would’ve said something honest. But Maeumi barked as if he’d sensed the tension rising and decided to cut it clean. You both jumped slightly. You turned with a light laugh, avoiding his gaze. “I think someone needs his water refilled.”
Jungwon didn’t press. He nodded before crouching to check Maeumi’s bowl.
Neither of you said anything else.
But the question stayed.
🍎
It happens on a night that should’ve been uneventful. A regular handoff. Maeumi is snoozing on your carpet, belly full. Jungwon’s quiet tonight. You notice it right away, but you pretend not to. You handed over Maeumi’s leash, but he didn’t take it. “You still have my hoodie,” he says.
You glance up. “What?”
He gestures vaguely toward the coat rack. “The gray one. I saw it last week. You used to sleep in it.”
You shrug. “It’s comfortable.”
His jaw tightens, but he laughs a little. “Everything I gave you is ‘comfortable,’ huh?”
You don’t answer.
“I saw your story the other day,” he adds. “Looked like a date.”
Now, you furrow your eyebrows. “Seriously?”
Jungwon runs a hand through his hair. “Forget it.”
“No,” you say. “You brought it up. So say it.”
“It’s confusing. For one moment, we laughed as if nothing had changed. Then, in the next instant, I remember how you used to fall asleep on my chest or steal all the blankets.” His voice wavers for a moment, but he pushes on. “I just can’t tell if I’m the only one stuck in the past or you’re better at pretending.”
You hesitate, then quietly. “I wish I could say I moved on, but I haven't.”
Jungwon’s shoulders drop a little. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”
“Why didn’t you?”
He looks down. “Because you looked like you were doing okay. And I didn’t want to make it harder if you were healing.”
“I wasn’t okay,” you say softly. “I’m still not.”
Jungwon lifts his head, his eyes locking with yours. “Neither am I.”
“I miss you,” he says. “Not just Maeumi. Not just Saturday mornings. I miss… talking to you. I miss knowing how you’re doing without having to ask.”
You look away. “Then why are we doing this?” you whisper. “Why are we acting like we’re fine?”
He lets out a breath. “Because maybe we don’t know how to be anything else.”
You nod slowly. “Yeah.”
He says, more gently this time, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to start an argument.”
You shake your head. “You didn’t.”
He bends down and clips the leash onto Maeumi’s collar. The dog wags his tail, clueless, happy just to be loved by both of you. Jungwon straightens up but doesn’t turn to leave right away. He looks around your apartment. His eyes land briefly on the hoodie by the coat rack, then the familiar mug on your kitchen shelf.
“I still love you,” he says suddenly.
You freeze.
“I didn’t think I should say it. I didn’t want to make this harder. I thought… maybe it’d get easier if I stopped talking about it. But it didn’t.”
He’s not asking for anything. Not a hug. Not a kiss. Not to come back. He was standing there with his hand gently resting on Maeumi’s back because it kept him from breaking. “You laughed at one of my jokes last week,” he says softly. “And for a second, I forgot we weren’t together anymore. That’s how easy it is to fall back into you.”
You swallow hard. But he keeps going.
“I didn’t want to make you feel guilty. Or corner you. I just needed you to know. It wasn’t because I stopped feeling everything when we broke up. I was scared. And tired. And maybe I thought it’d hurt less if we ended it on our terms.”
He finally looks at you. “But it still hurts.”
Maeumi lets out a soft bark. Jungwon reaches down and scratches behind his ears; for a second, it’s just the sound of his hand brushing fur. Then he straightens again, but now you notice his eyes are a bit glassy. “I’ll take him tonight. I’ll text you tomorrow. If you need anything, or if… you want to talk more, I’m one call away.”
You nod. Slowly. You can’t get your voice to work. But your eyes say enough.
Jungwon opens the door and glances back just once. “Goodnight,” he says.
And then they’re gone.
🍎
Jungwon sits on the edge of his bed, hair slightly damp from a rushed shower. Maeumi is curled beside him, his head resting on his paw, and his eyes blinking up at him as if he understands more than a dog ever should. Jungwon takes a small breath and runs a hand through Maeumi’s fur. “You don’t have to look at me like that,” he mutters. “I didn’t yell.”
Maeumi blinks again.
“Okay,” Jungwon sighed, leaning back a little, “I maybe said too much.” He sighed. “I don’t know, Maeumi,” he murmurs, voice softer now. “She just looked at me like I was someone from a different life. That sucked.’’ Jungwon glances down and smiles sadly. “Don’t worry,” he says quietly. “Mommy and Daddy were just having a little disagreement.”
He lays back on the bed. “I’ll bring her back,” he whispers. “I swear, Maeumi. I’ll bring your mom back to me.”
Maeumi lets out a soft woof.
🍎
The rain had been pouring since morning. You didn’t expect anyone when the doorbell rang, especially not Jungwon. But there he was. Standing at your doorway, drenched from head to toe, Maeumi dripped beside him and looked more like a soggy mop than a dog. “Uh,” Jungwon offered sheepishly. “He refused to walk anywhere else.”
You said in disbelief. “You could’ve called.”
“I did. You didn’t answer.”
You step aside. “Come in before Maeumi gets mistaken for a wet sock.”
Towels came out. You wrapped one around Maeumi, rubbing his fur as he wagged his tail. Jungwon was quieter. You handed him a dry hoodie from your closet, which was his, actually. It still smelled like him, though it had sat folded for months.
He changed. You made tea. He sat across you on the couch, rubbing Maeumi’s ears absently. “I’ve been thinking,” Jungwon started, voice gentle. “We weren’t ready back then. But maybe now…”
You looked at him, guarded. “I’ve changed,” he continued. “You have too. And I don’t just mean getting better at feeding Maeumi actual food.” You smiled a little. He took it as permission. “I guess I want to say I’m sorry. For everything I didn’t say before. For not knowing how to stay when things got hard.”
You met his gaze. “I’m sorry, too. For pushing you away when I didn’t know what I needed.”
“Do you think Maeumi would be okay if we lived together again?” Jungwon asked suddenly, eyes hopeful.
You raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking for the dog or for you?”
A sheepish smile curved his lips. “Both.”
You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you leaned into his shoulder, your head resting there like it used to. “Maybe we could try again,” you said quietly. “For real this time.”
Jungwon’s hand found yours.
Maeumi snored at your feet.
And outside, the rain kept falling, washing everything clean.
Summary: Nothing is helping your period cramps. Seonghwa searched online for remedies and found that having an orgasm can help. Being the good friend and roommate he is, he offers to help. (There’s NO BLOOD IN THIS)
Content warnings: 18+ NO MINORS. Mention of period pains and cramps. Nipple play. Nipple orgasm. Use of sex toy. Touching over panties. Multiple orgasms. Seonghwa is sexy but soft here.
“Hey, you’re still in bed?” Seonghwa knocked before entering your room. It was past noon and you were curled up in a ball in bed. Pain radiated through you due to horrible cramps. Your roommate was used to you being up for the day and decided to check on you when he didn’t find you in the living room.
“Yes. I think I’m dying.” You told him which made him chuckle.
“Should I prepare a funeral?”
“Just remove my uterus and I’ll live.”
“Ah, I see.” He nodded his head in understanding. “Cramps. Should I get you some medicine?”
“Already tried that.” You reached over and shook the bottle of pain reliever on your nightstand. “Not any help at all.”
“Ice cream? Chocolate?”
“Still nothing.” You told him with a sigh. “I owe you a pint of rocky road by the way.”
Seonghwa sat down at the end of your bed and took out his phone to bring up google. He searched up ‘period cramp pain relief remedies.’
“So, it says you can try a heating pad, hot bath or shower, exercise, and.. well, let’s start there.”
“My heating pad is currently on under my blanket. I took a hot shower this morning. There’s no way I’m getting up out of this bed to exercise. What else do you got?”
Seonghwa rubbed the back of his neck nervously and cleared his throat before speaking again.
“Um, it says you can also make yourself orgasm. And that may help.”
“What? How would that help?” You asked in shock.
“It says something about the endorphins and muscle contractions may help relieve the pain. Temporarily.”
“Hmm…” you thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know how that would work. With.. the blood. You know? I’m wearing a tampon but the thought is just.. no.” You answered him hesitantly, a bit embarrassed. He pondered a bit, thinking carefully.
“You could always just touch yourself over your underwear.”
“Yeah, I guess I could.” You mumbled awkwardly and unable to meet his eyes.
“Or, do you own a vibrator?” He asked you and you let out a choking cough.
“Seonghwa!”
“What? I’m trying to help. I’m not judging you.”
You groaned but tapped the drawer of your nightstand with your finger where you kept your magic wand vibrator.
“Ah, okay. Well, problem solved!” He said, a big smile beaming across his face.
“Hwa, I can’t masturbate with you at the apartment. It will psych me out.”
“That’s not true. You’ve done it before-“
“What!” You gasped in horror and his face fell. “How do you know that?”
“I stay up late most of the time.” He shrugged.
“Oh god, I’m never getting rid of these cramps.” You groan and bury your face into your pillow. Seonghwa sighed and started to rub your back.
“Come on, it will make you feel better.”
“No, you have to think of something else.” You huffed.
“This is the ‘something else.’ You’ve tried everything you could except this. It’s either this or we go work out.”
“Ugh!” You groan and dramatically kick your legs a few times in frustration. He chuckled at the outburst but then fell silent for a long while before speaking again.
“How bad do they hurt?” He mumbled to you quietly. “The cramps?”
“Very fucking bad.” You mumble into your pillow and sighed.
“Okay.” He cleared his throat and stood up from the bed. “Sit up and move forward.”
“Huh?” You lifted your head from out of your pillow to look up at him. He repeated his name demand.
“Just trust me on this, okay?”
You nodded slowly and moved up closer to the end of your bed. Seonghwa sat down behind you with his back against your headboard, his long legs extended on each side of you.
“Okay. Now, come sit against me.”
He opened his arms for you but you sat there looking at him like he was crazy. He rolled his eyes a bit and grabbed you, pulling you against him.
“So, you’re going to hug the cramps out of me?” You asked him. His arms were wrapped around you, folded together in front of your chest. He rested his chin on top of your head.
“You said you’re can’t masturbate if I’m here but in order for your cramps to go away, you need to have an orgasm. Right?”
His question picked at your curiosity but also made you a bit nervous. What was he getting at?
“Right.”
“Okay, so.. what if I do it for you?”
It felt as if the whole room and time stood still. Was he seriously offering to.. no. He couldn’t be, right?
“Seonghwa, are you saying you want to make me-?”
“Yes.” He cut you off. “To help you out. You’re in pain.”
You sat there for a while in his arms thinking about it. Seonghwa has been your roommate for two years, friend for a bit longer. He was sweet, kind, obviously very caring. He also happened to be one of the most beautiful men you have ever seen. But, overall in this moment, he was offering you relief.
“Do you promise this is just because you want to help me with my cramps? You didn’t make up the whole thing just to get in my pants?” You asked, your voice slightly quivering.
“Do you want to see the Google search results?”
“No! No. I believe you.” You sighed and fell silent once again.
“Listen, this is to help you. You don’t have to do it if you don’t feel comfortable. I’m not going to force you.” He explained. “But I can’t sit here and act like I’m not really hoping you let me do it.”
You chuckle a bit and you felt his chest vibrate behind you as he laughed as well. It was a comforting feeling.
“So part of it is you wanting to get in my pants?”
“Well, I technically won’t be in them. Just.. over them.”
You smacked his thigh playfully and rolled your eyes. However, all the humor left your mood and in place was something a bit different. Your hormones taking over and making the decision for you.
“Okay. How do you want to do this?”
You felt his heart start to beat a bit faster into your back. You smirk a bit in satisfaction from his reaction he didn’t think you would notice.
“Just relax against me and if I need you to move or shift around, I’ll tell you. But I’ll take care of it all for you.” He instructed you and you nodded. Now, it was your turn to have your pulse quicken.
Seonghwa straightened his back behind you, giving him a better view from above. He placed his hands gently on each of your shoulders and pressed you back a bit harder against him. You rested your head on his shoulder, his cheek resting softly against your temple.
He started running his fingertips up and down your arms, raising goosebumps on your skin. You sighed and relaxed into him, finally allowing yourself to get comfortable. His fingers were like silk against your skin as he brought his right hand across your body and held it against your cheek, turning your face slowly toward his. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and found him looking down at you, eyes soft and thoughtful. His fingers brushed against your cheek and under your jaw, tickling your skin.
His lips parted slowly, his warm breath spreading across your face. It smelled like peppermint. You closed your eyes to take the scent in, leaning in closer and closer, until he decided to close the gap. Your lips touching in a soft kiss. You moved against his lips with ease, his tongue slipping out between his lips to test your boundaries. You opened your mouth slightly and your tongue found his, a soft moan finding its way out of you. He smiled into the kiss with triumph.
After a few minutes, he finally broke the kiss. Your lips were a bit swollen from the long session, your cheeks flushed, and you were practically gasping for air.
“Can I touch you?” He asked through his short gasps of breath. You nodded, giving him permission. He placed his hands on your thighs and gripped your skin firmly, kneading into it with his fingers. He continued to do this as he moved his hands farther up, getting closer and closer to your core. Your breath was unsteady and broken as you anticipated his touch, only to be let down when he skipped over where you wanted him the most.
“Hwa, come on.” You whimpered, pressing your legs together to try and put out the growing fire between your thighs.
“Patience. Try and relax.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.
His hands were at your waist now, trailing up your sides. You squirmed under him as his touches ticked you and made you giggle. He continued to move his hands up your sides, fingers grazing the sides of your breasts, and back up to your shoulders. He started to massage them gently which made you hum in bliss.
Seonghwa dipped his head down and pressed a soft kiss to your neck that sent chills down your spine. Your nipples hardening under your cotton shirt and poking through.
“Are you still okay with me helping you like this? You don’t want to try another pain pill?” He dragged his lips down your neck, his breath tickling your skin.
“I’m okay with this.” You whisper. You could feel a smile form against your skin.
He stopped massaging your shoulders and slowly slid his hands down in front of you and over your chest, his hands cupping your breasts and giving them a good squeeze. He could feel how hard your nipples were under his palms.
He held his hands out flat and rubbed the palms of his hands over the tips of the hard nubs. The sensation sent shocks of pleasure down between your thighs. You arched your back slightly off of his chest and pressed yourself into his hands to his delight.
Seonghwa cupped you again under your breasts and used his index fingers to flick at your nipples. The nail of his finger scratching you in just the right way that had your clit pulsing below. You were more sensitive than normal due to your period which was now working in your favor.
“It feels so good.” You whimper and cross your legs tightly together. The pressure from your thighs helping you find some relief from the ache.
“Let me feel your skin.” He whispered into your neck and brought his hands down to the bottom of your shirt. He lifted it off of you, tossing it gently onto the floor. You were now topless, sitting against him.
“Wow.” He whispered to himself and then placed his warm hands back down onto your soft mounds. He squeezed them a few times to admire their plushness before taking your nipples between this thumb and index finger to give them a light tug.
You moaned a bit loudly at the sensation, a deep sound of approval rumbled in Seonghwa’s chest.
“You know..” he spoke low in your ear, the rasp in his voice making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “I also read online periods can make your nipples more sensitive. What do you think? Is Google right?”
He pinched down on your nipples with lots of pressure, holding them until they started to turn a bit purple, then eased the pain by brushing his fingers against them softly. The blood that had rushed to the peaks making even the softest caresses feel like the most intense touch. You could feel yourself start to cream in your panties.
“Seonghwa..” you whimpered his name which made his cock twitch under you.
“Take your shorts off. Leave on your underwear like we talked about.” He asked you softly and helped you pull your shorts down and off of you.
You laid back against him and slowly opened your legs. He reached his hand down to caress your inner thigh. He stretched out his finger to lightly graze over your clothed core. Every swipe of his fingertip causing you to leak into your panties.
After teasing you for a while, he cupped your heat with his whole hand and held it there for a moment. He could feel you pulsing against his palm as the fingers on his other hand continued to play with your nipple. You bucked your hips up, trying to get him to move his hand but instead, he let out a small laugh.
“Hold on, you’ll get what you want soon. I just want to see if something will work.”
Before you could ask what he meant, Seonghwa pulled your underwear upwards, the fabric slipping between your folds and choking your clit. The pressure from the tight pull against your clit making your muscles tighten. Seonghwa looked down and could see your swollen clit outlined in the black cotton. He bit his lip to try and control himself.
“Please.” You whimpered, grinding your hips into nothing. However, you found that the movement created the lightest of friction between your thighs thanks to your panties so, you continued. Both of Seonghwa’s hands were back on your breasts, fingers flicking over the sensitive peaks at a quick pace.
You felt your muscles start to tighten down below. A deep pleasure building in your core that you had not felt before. It was new and different. And you kept grinding your hips as you tried to chased the feeling. The fabric of your panties that gripped tightly around your clit were becoming more and more soaked by the minute.
“I want to see if you can cum like this first.” He whispered into your ear softly, making you moan. The pads of his fingers never stopping their assault. Finally, with one last graze of his fingers, you started to cum. Your back arched off of him slightly and you clamped your legs shut. Your pussy throbbing and contracting from the small yet powerful orgasm from Seonghwa playing with your nipples.
“Oh my god.” You gasped in shock. “I’ve never cum like that before.”
“I’m glad I could show you. Do you feel any better?”
“It definitely doesn’t hurt as much as before.” You told him honestly, feeling a noticeable difference. But, Seonghwa was not satisfied with that result.
“Let’s try one more, hmm? I want to make sure you’re really not in pain.”
You felt your cheeks go hot but nodded, a feeling of excitement rushing over you.
He took his finger and lightly ran it over the soaked panties that fit tightly over your clit. Your legs twitched and you whimpered under his touch. You were still sensitive from your orgasm. The pad of his finger hardly touching you.
“Fuck.” You whimpered and nestled your face into the crook of his neck. He continued to tease you with light touches down below until your calves started to twitch from the stimulation. You wrapped your hands around his arm as if you would fall through the bed if you let go.
“Are you doing okay?” He asked you softly.
“Yes. I just- please make me cum again.” You begged. Your breathy plea making Seonghwa practically drool.
He reached over to your nightstand and took out your vibrator, the heavy toy looking a bit intimidating in your sensitive state. You started to feel a bit nervous, tensing against him which he noticed.
“Don’t worry. I’ll start slow but you’ll get what you need.”
He pressed the ‘on’ button and the toy buzzed to life. The lowest setting shaking his entire hand, making Seonghwa a bit shocked at the power. This was going to make you cum. Hard.
He took the vibrating end and placed it against your breast, sliding it up to your nipple. The waves of power flowing through the hard nub and traveling to your core once again. He did the same to the other, making sure to not neglect it. You writhed against him as he moved the wand down your body to rest it right above your soaked core. You could feel the vibrations flowing down to your clit. You bucked your hips up forward to try and feel more which made Seonghwa smirk behind you. He would not tell you in this moment, but it drove him crazy watching you come undone while you squirmed against him.
Seonghwa finally slid the toy down farther, pushing it up against your throbbing clit. You cried out from the sensation and gripped onto his thighs, your nails biting into his skin. It didn’t take long before you felt your second orgasm creeping up on you.
“Hwa.. I’m close.” You mumbled a warning into his neck.
He suddenly moved his legs, hooking them around yours and pulling them open as far as they could go. The feeling pleasure becoming even more intense from being so spread open, toy pushed down hard onto you.
“Let’s turn this on a bit higher.” He said, his voice low and almost unrecognizable.
“Wait! I can’t-“ you tried to stop him but it was too late. The second speed was almost mind-numbing. You threw your head back against his shoulder and arched your back off his chest.
“Fuck!” You screamed. Seonghwa pressed his lips against yours and swallowed all your moans which got more and more frequent. He started to move the wand around, grinding it into a circle on your clit with immense pressure. That when you felt the fire about to implode between your thighs.
“I’m gonna c-“
Seonghwa cut you off by turning the speed setting to 3, sending you into an instant and intense climax. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and mouth hung open in a silent scream. Seonghwa kept the pressure on your clit and didn’t move, making you orgasm once, twice, and almost a third. You ripped his hand away from you just as the third one was about to happen.
“Okay, okay! I can’t take it anymore!” You started to laugh mainly from disbelief. You had never cum so many times before and never as hard as that. All at the hands of a friend.
Seonghwa joined you in your giggles and held you in his arms after placing the toy back in its drawer. He pressed his lips against your temple and nuzzled into your cheek.
“How are you doing now?” He asked you softly.
“I feel.. wow. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” You were still gasping as you spoke, still trying to find your breath.
“I’m glad to hear that.” He chuckled. “But I mean, how are your cramps?”
“Oh! Oh. Right.” You stuttered and fell silent for a bit to focus on your body. For the first time today, you felt no pain. “The cramps are all gone for now! Thank you Seonghwa.”
“Anytime.”
You both sat there for a long while without talking. He held you in his arms and just enjoyed the moment together in silence. You don’t know how long it had been before he spoke again.
“So, are the cramps still gone?”
“Um, yeah. They are.” You mumbled.
“Good.. good.” His voice trailed off awkwardly. “Do you think maybe I should- or maybe I could-“
“What is it?” His shift of tone was making you nervous.
“Do you think I should just stay here a while? In case I have to.. help you again?”
You smiled at his shy way of asking if he could stay with you as if he didn’t just make you cum over and over. You nodded and smiled at him which put him at ease.
“You know, I hear orgasms help with headaches too.” You told him. “Maybe you can help me with that when I get one also.”
“I’ll help you whenever you want and need.” He told you simply but you could hear the desire in his voice.
“Thank you.” You paused for a brief moment. “And maybe, if you want, I can help you too.”
Behind your back you felt Seonghwa’s dick start to get hard.
“I’ll definitely take you up on that offer.”
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Woooow my first “full length” Seonghwa fic!!! I hope you enjoyed :)
your bodyguard is tired of you leaving his sight, so he has to teach you a listening lesson.
Pairing | bodyguard!seungcheol x celeb!reader
Genre + warnings | Smut, pwp, dom!seungcheol, reader is obsessed with his arms, a bit of degradation (nothing too extreme), he calls her dumb/stupid a couple of times, praising, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, petnames (sweetheart, princess, pretty, baby)
Word count | 2.7K ♡ 11 min read
Request | Could you write something with Seungcheol dom, nsfw? It could be a headcanon, ir whatever you feel comfy.
Notes | Seungcheol pls choke me too _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):
You had almost 2 years of having known Seungcheol, after a reckless fan tried to tackle you during a charity red carpet, your management decided to hire a highly trained professional to keep you safe. He followed behind you everywhere at all times, at this point he followed you quicker than your own shadow.
Despite spending almost 24 hours together, Seungcheol wasn’t a man of many words. All that would come out of his mouth were commands and reprimands when you weren’t being careful enough. You don’t know much about the man other than the fact that he was a former secret service agent and that he is absolutely breathtaking—quite distracting to be honest. There was no known wife or girlfriend, clearly due to his job of being with you all day, which was such a shame that someone that hot wasn’t being loved as he should.
He was equally annoying as he was hot, always scolding you for walking a little too far from his view without previous notice. Which brings you to the current situation, you sat on the couch in your living room while he scolds you.
You had been walking around the park when in a blink of an eye you were gone, sending him into full defense mode. He has wandered around the park until he spotted you petting a stray cat as the sun was threatening to hide for the day.
“You cannot keep doing this.” He says sternly while pacing in front of you, rubbing his fingers into his temples. “I get paid to protect you and you never listen. You cannot keep wandering off when I explicitly tell you not to.”
“I wasn’t even far from you, I just-” he cuts you off with a deep sigh.
“Why is it so hard for you to get it through your head?” Seungcheol stops pacing to cross his arms and stare down at you. “Do you know what ‘don’t wander off’ means? Or do I have to find another way to get it through your head?”
“I don’t know why I even bother with you. At this point I will have to put you in a fucking leash to keep you from getting yourself in danger.” Should he talk to you that way? Probably not, but he was tired of you putting yourself in danger and his job in jeopardy. You should be fuming at the way he is talking to you, but instead you feel your body get warm. Eyes doe looking up at his sharp ones.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asks a bit too harsh still and you can’t help but eyes him down while biting the inside of your lip. The sleeves of his black button up rolled up his arms, showing the veiny muscles so deliciously.
You hear him scoff before clicking this tongue.
“Are you for real right now?” He lowers himself to meet your eyes, his hands resting on his knees. “Are you listening? Or is that pretty dumb head of yours imagining other things like always?”
“What do you-” just as you were about to question him, he cuts you off with a raise of his eyebrow.
“Do you think I don’t notice half of the times I talk to you, you just stare at my arms?” He questions, a lazy smirk threatening to fall on his lips. “I live here, remember? Do you think I can’t hear you touching yourself at night? Moaning my name before slapping a hand above that filthy mouth of yours to keep quiet?”
You are sure your face is ten shades red under his gaze and you are sure he can tell every single word he spits is making you clench around nothing. His taunting tone makes you feel small and stupid and you absolutely love it. You should deny ever touching yourself to the thought of his mouth and fingers, but there is no point in lying when he has heard you himself—yet you still try.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You breath out weakly, looking away.
“Oh yeah?” The man kneels in front you, but you refuse to look at him. “So I imagined the sounds of you panting? I imaged the sounds of your fingers fucking that wet pussy of yours? I imagined you moaning my name, pleading to go faster? Is that what you are saying?”
Your gaze finds focus on the rug beneath your feet.
“Now you decide finally shut up?” He chuckles a scoff before grabbing your jaw and forcing you meet his eyes. “Is that how I can finally get you to listen? Do I need to fuck common sense into you?”
Your legs rub tightly together before you can even think about it, a small whimper falling off your lips at the mere mention of him fucking you.
“Mmm, so that’s what you want, princess?” He tuts, “you want me to teach you how to be obedient?”
Your lips act faster than your brain and “Yes…” you breathe. “Please…”
Seungcheol smirks as his grip leaves your jaw to grab at your legs and spread them open. The skirt of your dress bunches up at your hips when he swiftly throws your heel cladded legs over his shoulders.
He wastes no time pressing his mouth on your clothed center, kissing right over your clit, eliciting a whimper from you.
“Look at this, so fucking wet.” He keeps a tight grip on your thighs as he licks up a stripe above your baby pink thong, the thin fabric allowing the wet muscle to touch your outer labia.
“Fuck, Seung-” a moan escapes your lips when you feel his thumb hook on the fabric so he lick your cunt. “Your mouth feels so good…”
He hums against it, tongue working skillfully on your wet entrance before dragging up so he can suck your clit sharply.
“Yeah?” His fingers leave your thigh to enter your gaping hole, immediately clenching around them. “Is it how you imagined every night, princess?”
“S-so much b-etter!” You scream when you feel his digits curl, touching your sensitive spot perfectly.
He smirks at your response biting your inner thigh before speaking up.
“I thought you said that didn’t happen.” You whine and cover your face, making him laugh. His free hand immediately move to swat away your hands, while the other continues scissoring inside your warm walls. “Now don’t cover that dumb pretty face of yours. I want to see you cry for me.”
You force your eyes open to look at him, his eyes already heavy on your face and his mouth sloppily kissing down your thigh until they are close to your sensitive bud again. His eyes never leave yours, even when he feels you clench hard as he approaches your clit, and less when your jaw falls slack, drool dropping down your chin and on your expensive dress and his tongue darts out to play with your clit. Your moans only grow louder as his fingers move faster and his lips suck on your clit sloppily.
“Are you gonna cum already, princess?” He taunts, kissing your wet cunt while your hips squirm under his heavy hand. “Is that stupid mouth of yours not gonna answer?”
All you can do is clench around him as you feel your orgasm build as he calls you stupid.
“Too bad, stupid girls don’t get to cum.” His fingers left your pussy as you whine loudly, tears already forming in your eyes. “Take your dress off.” He commands as he bring his fingers taht were onve inside you to his mouth, humming darkly at the sweet taste.
You oblige with shaky hands, his own removing your thong completely, joining your sparkly dress on the floor. His shirt followed, finally revealing his mouth watering chiseled torso and huge arms. His lips kiss your cunt again before moving up your torso until they find your tits.
“Of course you are not wearing a bra. You never are.” Your long nails claw softly at his shoulders. “Always tempting me with these pretty tits, baby, aren’t you?” Another moan falls from your lips as he swirls his tongue around your nipple, toying with the perked up bud before sucking it into his mouth.
Seungcheol suddenly stands, quickly undoing his belt and dress pants, leaving them to fall next to your discarded dress. Your hands quickly move to curl at the waistband of his underwear to remove it but he swats at your hands again.
“Put that pretty mouth to good use and remove them with your teeth.” You obey and quickly after your teeth are sinking into the flesh of his v-line as they slide to remove his briefs. His cock hits your face as soon as it springs free, earning a whine from you.
“Make yourself useful for once and get me ready to fuck your cunt.” You shudder at his deepened voice. “Your pussy is wet enough to slide in easily but I want you to choke on my cock before I choke you with my arms, though you’ll have to beg for it before, princess.”
He slaps his heavy length on your cheek, moving it to tap at your lips where you open instantly, feeling him heavy on your tongue. Your jaw falls slack as you try to fit him as much as you can, the thick girth making you dizzy.
“Such a pretty little dumb slut, aren’t you, princess?” You hum around his cock, looking up at him while your tongue flattens to rub the underside of his length as you bob your head slowly. “That’s what that mouth is good for, taking my cock so well.”
You can’t help but rub your legs together, Seungcheol chuckles at the sight and pulls your mouth away from his cock before pulling up you to stand. Your feet wobble in your sparkly heels when you stand, hands grabbing at his biceps. His hand comes down to spank your ass sharply, a yelp of his name leaving your lips.
“I should punish you for wandering off today, princess.” Another smack. “Should teach you a lesson for never listening to me.”
“Cheol, please…” your face presses against his firm chest.
“Please what, princess? Let’s use that brain of yours and make out complete sentences, yeah?”
“I want you inside me, please.”
“But you don’t deserve that, sweetheart, now do you?” He cups your face to make you look at him, his lips coming down to kiss your jaw tenderly before another smack of his hand startles you.
“Please!” You beg, “I promise I will listen to you, but I need you to fuck me so bad.”
He chuckles, his lips lingering on your jaw move to kiss your own softly. The kiss quickly turns heated as he pulls your hair and dips his tongue to play with yours, slowly guiding you to kneel with him after turning you around so your back is pressed against his chest.
As soon as your knees hit the rug his arm circles around your neck, the strong muscle keeping you locked flush against him, softly cutting a bit of oxygen from your lungs. How many times had you dreamt about this exact scenario? You lost count of them, the memory of your fingers choking your own neck wishing it was him was the only thing left as he lines himself up with your soaked entrance.
In a single swift move he is deep inside your cunt, knocking all air out of you. A strained scream leaves your lips as your eyes roll back when he groans deeply at your ear.
“So tight, sweetheart. This pussy was made just for me, princess.” Seungcheol bites softly at your exposed jaw. “Beg for it, pretty. Tell me how much you want me to ruin you for any other man.”
Another scream leaves your throat, the only thing in your mind is his cock splitting you open and his huge bicep headlocking you.
“Please, fuck me! I want you to fuck me deep and hard, baby. Please, Seungcheol, I need you!” Your nails claw at his arm, but he knows better than to let go.
His hips start moving slowly, the drag of the veins on his cock against your gummy walls feel absolutely amazing. His pace quickly starts picking up, a deep growled laugh leaves his throat when he feels something wet drip down his forearm and he knows for a fact it is you drooling again.
“Such a pretty pussy, baby. You’re swallowing me so perfectly, princess.” He kisses your cheeks and you realize there were tears slipping past your closed eyelids. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart. You’re making me feel so good, pretty.”
Your eyebrows knit together, whines fall from your lips as you feel his voice grow further and further away.
“Cheollie, I feel so f-full.”
“Yeah baby? Do you like being full with my cock?” His hips slow in speed but deepen in thrusts, hitting your g-spot lusciously. “If I would’ve known this is what it took to make you listen, I would’ve fucked this tight pussy a long time ago.”
The man chuckles lazily when you clench around him again.
“Are you close, princess?” You manage to nod faintly. “Promise me you will listen from now on if you want me to fuck you good and let you cum.”
“I p-promise! Mmm, I will obey everything you tell me from now on, please! Just, I need to cum on your cock, please, Cheollie, please!” His skin shivers at how quickly you complied with what he asked.
His hips piston swiftly, making your legs tremble as your climax approaches. A cry escapes from your lips.
“I know, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good girl, pretty. C’mon baby, cum around me.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth a scream of his names resonates around the living room, your toes curl in your heels and hear your arousal leak out of you and unto the rug. His hand’s on your hip tightens.
“Such a good girl, look at this mess, princess.” He loves the way your climax squirts all over his thighs and the floor beneath. As he moves to pull out, he feels your hand circle back and claw as his ass, whining.
“Cum inside me, Ch-Cheollie, p-please.” He throws his head back with a groan and picks up the pace as he nods. “Kiss m-me.”
“So needy.” He smirks, his arm loosens up a bit around your neck to let you twist back a little to let his lips clash with yours again. His plump lips feel like heaven against yours, small whimpers vibrating against your mouth as he approaches his own orgasm. “Perfect little pussy made just for me. I’m gonna fill you up to the brim, pretty.”
You feel a second orgasm wash over you when his hot cum spurts inside your walls, making you feel impossibly full. Full and hot and sticky and fucked out—all thanks to your hot bodyguard.
“Good job, baby, you did so well for me.” He lowers your bodies unto the soft rug, pulling you closer to his chest if that’s even possible. All you can do is hum softly for him.
After a beat of silence you speak up again, his lips pressing to your shoulders.
“I’m sorry for not listening, Cheol.” You say, fingers playing with his that circle your waist. “I didn’t realize I was making your job harder.”
“Don’t apologize, princess.” He kisses the crook of your neck now. “It is my job to look after you, I should always keep an eye on you, even if you wander off to pet every damn cat you see on the street.” He chuckles and you mirror his laugh.
“I promise I will pull you with me next time I see a cat.” He laughs louder now. “Unless not listening makes you fuck me again. Then I won’t ever listen to you. Never.”
“Wouldn’t you like that, baby?” He bites your shoulder. “Now that I remember, last week you ran off too. Maybe I should punish you for that right now.”
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