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ᯓ TIE ME UP || kim jongseob (18+)

℘ — jongseob (종섭) x reader ▸ ⌜ 6.4k ⌟

synopsis ▸ you make a surprising discovery in your friend’s bedroom. you didn’t realize confronting him about it would put you in such a… bind.

δ — nsfw (mdni), smut, dom!jongseob, sub!reader, piwon cameo, bdsm, bondage, shibari, fingering, orgasm denial, light nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, pictures are taken

requested ▸ many people :’) 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.”

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p1h calls you clingy - p1h reactions

pairings : p1harmony x fem!reader (separate) synopsis : reactions about what happens when p1harmony members call their girlfriend clingy. warnings : crying, yelling, mean!p1h, angst, kissing, some things are set differently (dorm spaces, studio, etc.), humilation, lmk if i missed anything NOT EDITED. a/n : guys i'm thinking of stanning cortis... (martin has caught my eye) word count : 6k

back to library .

keeho - 기호 

the dorm was loud the way it always was when all six boys were crammed into one room. jiung and jongseob were locked into a video game battle on the tv, their voices overlapping in sharp bursts of trash talk. intak sat cross-legged on the floor with a bag of chips, narrating the chaos like he was some kind of sports commentator. theo hummed under his breath while scrolling tiktok, and soul sat nearby flipping through a notebook.

you were curled against keeho on the couch, half leaning into his side, chin tucked against his shoulder as you watched the game unfold. it wasn’t unusual—in fact, it was your favorite spot, pressed against him while the others did their thing.

but tonight, keeho wasn’t really leaning back into you.

you didn’t notice at first. you laughed when jongseob shouted in victory, you clapped when jiung fumbled his controller, & you shifted closer when the blanket slipped from keeho’s lap. your hand found his sleeve, tugging gently as you whispered, “look, seob’s actually winning this round.”

keeho stiffened. he gave a small, almost invisible shrug like he was trying to shake your hand off. your brows pinched, but you didn’t move. instead, you tucked yourself closer, smiling. “you’re too quiet. what’s going on in that head of yours?”

that was when it happened.

keeho’s sigh was audible, sharp enough that the others glanced over. he pulled back slightly and said, without lowering his voice:

“god, you’re so clingy sometimes.”

the words landed like a slap.

the room went silent. even jongseob’s character died without him noticing, the announcer blaring on screen. you froze, heat rushing to your face so fast it made your ears ring. your hand fell away from keeho’s sleeve as if you’d been burned.

theo was the first to clear his throat. “…yikes.” intak blinked wide-eyed. “uh, hyung…” jongseob shot a glare keeho’s way, muttering, “not cool.”

soul didn’t say anything, but his pencil stopped mid-line. he was staring. jiung frowned, controller dropping into his lap. “dude, seriously? you didn’t have to say it like that.”

you swallowed, forcing a weak laugh that cracked on the edges. “wow. okay. that’s… noted.” you pushed yourself up from the couch, arms wrapping around yourself. you didn’t wait for a response. you slipped past the boys, trying to hold yourself together until you were safely behind a closed door. the sting hit then—humiliation, sharp and hot. not just because keeho had said it, but because he’d said it in front of everyone.

back in the living room, tension hung heavy.

keeho stared at the empty space you’d left, guilt slowly dawning across his face. “…i didn’t-” “bro,” intak cut in, still munching chips but his tone unusually serious, “you can’t say that to y/n. especially not in front of all of us.”

jiung shook his head, brows furrowed. “yeah, that was rough. you embarrassed her man.” theo leaned back, folding his arms. “more than rough. she looked humiliated.” keeho opened his mouth, closed it. he dragged a hand down his face, groaning. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“doesn’t matter how you meant it,” jongseob muttered. “it’s how it sounded.” even soul piped up, voice quiet but cutting; “she looked like she wanted to disappear.”

keeho’s chest twisted. he knew. he’d seen it in your eyes the second the word left his mouth—that sting, that crumple he’d caused. and now all five of his members were staring at him like he was the villain.

because he was.

“shit,” he muttered, standing abruptly. “i need to fix this.”

you were sitting on the edge of the bathtub, when a soft knock sounded.

“baby?” keeho’s voice, muffled but gentle. you swiped at your eyes quickly, though the redness would give you away. “…busy.”

another pause.

“can i come in?”

“no.”

a beat of silence. then, “please. i messed up. i need to talk to you.”

your chest ached, torn between wanting to slam the door shut forever and the part of you that still craved him, even when he’d hurt you. finally, you exhaled, shaky. “fine.” the door opened slowly, revealing keeho’s guilty face. he stepped in and shut it behind him, leaning back against the wood as if bracing himself.

you didn’t look at him.

keeho crouched in front of you, voice quiet. “i’m sorry.” you pressed your lips together. “in front of everyone, keeho? really?” he winced. “i know. i know. it was the worst way i could’ve handled it.”

“you think?” the bitterness slipped out before you could stop it. tears threatened again, but you forced them down. “you embarrassed me. like i was some annoying… leech or something.” keeho’s face crumpled. “no, no, baby. that’s not what i think. that’s not what i meant at all.”

“then what did you mean?” your voice cracked. “because you looked pretty serious when you said it.”

he dropped his gaze, ashamed. “i was tired. distracted. you were pulling at me and instead of just saying i needed a second, i said… that. and it came out so wrong.” you let out a shaky laugh, humorless. “clingy. that’s what you think of me?”

“i don’t,” he said firmly, lifting his eyes back to yours. “i think you’re loving. i think you make me feel safe and wanted. i think you’re the best part of my day. and i took all of that for granted when i opened my stupid mouth.” something in his tone made your chest wobble. but the sting was still raw.

“you made me feel small,” you whispered.

keeho’s breath hitched. he reached for your hand—slowly, carefully—and when you didn’t pull away, he held it tight.

“i’m so sorry i hurt you. i would never want to make you feel like that. you’re not too much. you’re never too much. if anything, i don’t deserve how much love you give me.”

your throat closed, eyes burning again, but this time from the sincerity in his voice.

keeho shuffled closer, resting his forehead against your knee. “please forgive me. i’ll apologize a thousand more times if that’s what it takes. i love the way you cling to me. i love that you even want to. for a moment, the bathroom was silent except for your uneven breaths. then, finally, you whispered, “…promise?”

he looked up at you, eyes shining. “promise.”

something loosened inside you. you sighed, shoulders slumping as the tension drained. “you’re such an idiot sometimes.” a weak laugh escaped him. “the biggest idiot.”

you slid off the tub edge, into his arms. he wrapped you up immediately, hugging you so tightly it felt like he was trying to fuse your pieces back together. “i’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair again and again, like a mantra.

this time, you let yourself believe him.

when you both finally re-emerged, the boys were still sprawled in the living room, pretending not to have been eavesdropping. theo raised a brow when he saw your swollen eyes and keeho’s sheepish expression. “everything good now?”

keeho squeezed your hand, answering, “better than good. but i owe all of you an apology too.”

they blinked.

“i embarrassed her in front of you guys,” keeho said firmly, “and that wasn’t fair. it was disrespectful to her, and it put you in a weird spot too. so… i’m sorry.”

intak nodded slowly. “that’s more like it.” jongseob smirked. “took you long enough.” jiung gave you a gentle smile. “we’ve got your back. especially when our idiot leader fucked up with you.”

you felt warmth flood your chest, gratitude swelling as the boys went back to their usual banter, tension easing away. keeho tugged you back down beside him on the couch, this time wrapping his arm snugly around your waist without hesitation. he whispered just for you, “see? not letting you go ever again.”

you smiled faintly, leaning into him despite the sting that still lingered. because you knew—this time, he meant it.

˙⋆✮

theo - 테오 

the clock on the studio wall glowed 1:37 a.m.

you shifted in your seat, blinking against the haze of exhaustion. theo sat hunched over his notebook at the desk, headphones crooked on his head, lips pressed into a tight line. he hadn’t spoken in over fifteen minutes, pencil scratching furiously across paper while he rewound the same section of a beat again and again.

your back ached from the stiff couch, but you didn’t complain. being here mattered more than sleep. theo had been practicing nonstop for weeks, buried in choreography and lyrics, and tonight was one of the rare moments you could be by his side. you just wanted to make sure he didn’t drown in it.

“you’ve been staring at that line forever,” you said softly, trying to lighten the mood. “want me to grab you a coffee? or some snacks? you’ll think better if you take a break.” “i can’t,” theo muttered without looking up. you pushed yourself off the couch, padding closer. “just ten minutes, baby. come sit with me. breathe.”

he stiffened when you touched his shoulder. “i said i can’t.” your smile faltered. “theo…” he yanked the headphones down around his neck, finally turning to face you. his expression was sharp, eyes flashing with the frustration that had been simmering all night.

“you don’t get it. i need to finish this.” “i do get it,” you said gently. “but you’ve been at it for hours. you’re burning yourself out, and i just want to help.” he let out a harsh laugh, running a hand through his hair. “help? by hovering over me? you’re being… you’re being so clingy right now. i can’t think.”

the word slammed into you.

you froze, hand still hovering uselessly near his shoulder. “clingy?” theo groaned, turning back to his notebook. “just give me space y/n, okay? please.” your throat tightened, burning with humiliation. you’d stayed up for him, waiting, worrying, just to be dismissed like that. you stepped back quickly, arms wrapping around yourself.

“…right,” you whispered, barely audible. “i’ll give you space.”

before he could respond, you slipped out of the studio, the door clicking softly shut behind you.

theo sat frozen at the desk, pencil slack in his fingers. the silence that followed was deafening, the weight of what he’d just said sinking in with every passing second.

clingy.

his stomach twisted. he hadn’t meant it like that. he hadn’t meant for your face to crumple the way it did, hadn’t meant for you to leave. “shit,” he muttered, shoving back from the desk. his music didn’t matter right now. none of it did.

you sat on the floor just outside the studio, knees pulled tight to your chest. the hall was dim, quiet except for the hum of vending machines down the corridor. you hated that your eyes were stinging, hated that one stupid word had undone you so easily. but you couldn’t stop replaying it. clingy. like you were a nuisance. like your love was suffocating.

the door creaked open, and theo’s footsteps approached.

“baby?” his voice was cautious, almost pleading. you swiped at your cheeks quickly, though your sniffle gave you away. “…don’t, theo. just go finish your song.” he crouched in front of you, eyes wide with guilt. “no. i can’t. not after that. i’m so sorry.” you stared at the floor. “you didn’t seem sorry when you said it.”

“i wasn’t thinking,” he admitted, voice rough. “i was frustrated, and i took it out on you. and that’s… that’s the last thing i should’ve done.” your chest tightened. “so you don’t think i’m clingy?”

theo’s heart cracked at the way you asked it, so small, like you needed him to prove it. he shook his head fiercely. “no. never. i love that you want to be close to me. i love that you care enough to sit in a freezing studio at one in the morning just so i’m not alone. you’re the reason i can even keep going.” his hand hovered before gently brushing against your arm. “baby, you’re not too much. i’m the one who was too much. too caught up in my own head to realize how lucky i am.”

your breath wavered, eyes finally meeting his. “you really hurt me.”

“i know,” theo whispered, throat tight. “and i hate myself for it. but let me make it right. please.”

he slid down to sit on the floor beside you, wrapping his arms around your curled-up frame. at first you resisted, stiff against him. but then his warmth seeped in, his heartbeat steady against your cheek, and you finally let yourself melt into him.

“i’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair again and again, voice trembling with sincerity. “i’ll never call you that again. i swear.” your tears soaked into his hoodie, but you didn’t care. you clung to him now, tighter than before, needing proof that he wouldn’t push you away again.

theo held you just as fiercely. “you’re not clingy. you’re the best thing in my life. don’t ever doubt that.” the hall was quiet, but in his arms, the sting slowly eased.

when he finally pulled back, his eyes were red too. “come back inside with me? i won’t work anymore tonight. i just want to hold you.”

you searched his face, wary but softening. “…promise?”

he cupped your cheek, nodding. “promise.”

back in the studio, the desk lamp still glowed over scattered papers, but theo ignored it. he pulled you onto the couch with him, tucking you against his chest under his hoodie, as if shielding you from every harsh word he’d ever said. you exhaled slowly, the ache in your chest loosening at last.

“don’t ever scare me like that again,” you whispered.

he pressed a kiss to your hair. “never again. you’re my everything. too clingy? more like not close enough.”

for the first time all night, you smiled.

˙⋆✮

jiung - 지웅

the dorm door clicked open, and jiung stepped inside, shoulders sagging under the weight of the day. his hoodie was pulled low over his eyes, backpack sliding down one arm like he didn’t even have the energy to hold it.

you were curled on the couch between intak and jongseob, waiting. the second you heard the door, you perked up, smile breaking across your face.

“ji!” you scrambled up, crossing the room to greet him. “you’re back, finally! how was practice? did you eat? do you want me to heat something up?” your arms went around him before he could answer, hugging him tight.

but instead of relaxing into you, jiung stiffened. “baby,” he said, voice low and rough, “not right now.” you pulled back slightly, blinking. “oh—sorry, i just missed you.”

he sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “i know. i just… can you not be clingy the second i walk in? i’m exhausted.”

the word landed sharp and cold.

clingy.

your smile faltered. behind you, the members shifted uncomfortably, the tension in the air immediate. intak opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head quickly, forcing a little laugh.

“right. sorry. i’ll… give you space.”

you backed away, retreating toward the kitchen even though your chest ached. jiung didn’t look up. he just kicked off his shoes and trudged toward his room, leaving silence behind him.

the kitchen tiles blurred as you stood there, staring at nothing. your arms still tingled from the hug you’d given him, a hug he didn’t want.

clingy.

like you were too much. like your love was inconvenient. intak’s voice broke through softly. “hey… don’t listen to him. he’s tired. you know how jiung gets when he’s wiped.” jongseob nodded. “yeah. he didn’t mean it.” you forced a nod, but the sting was already lodged in your chest. “it’s fine. i get it.” but you didn’t, not really.

jiung collapsed face-first onto his bed, groaning into the pillow. his body was aching, his mind buzzing from hours of practice, but all he could think about was the look on your face when he brushed you off.

god, why had he said that?

he hadn’t meant it—not the way it came out. he just felt suffocated by the day, by the endless schedules and expectations, and when you hugged him, instead of grounding him like it usually did, it tipped him over the edge. but that wasn’t your fault. that was his.

and he’d said it in front of the others. guilt coiled in his stomach, hot and sickening. he sat up abruptly, dragging a hand down his face.

fix it. now.

you were curled on the couch again, knees tucked up, staring blankly at the tv that wasn’t even on. theo and keeho were talking quietly in the corner, casting glances your way, while jongseob scrolled through his phone. when jiung stepped out of his room, the air shifted. everyone looked up. his eyes found you immediately, and the sight twisted the knife in deeper. he crossed the room slowly, kneeling down in front of you.

“baby,” he said softly. you didn’t look at him. “shouldn’t i give you space?” theo muttered something under his breath that sounded like dumbass, but jiung ignored it, shame burning in his ears.

“no. i was wrong. i didn’t mean what i said.”

your arms tightened around your knees. “but you said it.”

“i know.” his voice cracked. “i was exhausted and frustrated, and i took it out on you. i called you clingy because i didn’t have the energy to think, but the truth is— i need your clinginess. i need you.” finally, your eyes lifted to his, glassy with unshed tears. “you really hurt me.”

“i know,” he whispered, throat tight. “and i hate that i did. you’re never too much for me. not ever. i was just… too tired to see what was right in front of me. the person who waits for me, worries about me, loves me no matter how drained i am.” his hand reached up, brushing tentatively over your arm. “i don’t deserve it, but please don’t pull away from me. not when i need you most.”

you stared at him for a long moment, the ache in your chest warring with the sincerity in his eyes. finally, you exhaled shakily. “…you’re such an idiot.” a shaky laugh slipped from him, relief flooding his face. “yeah. i am.”

you let him pull you into his arms then, clinging to him despite your words. he held you tighter, burying his face in your shoulder. “i’m sorry,” he murmured again and again. “you’re not clingy. you’re everything. i love how much you love me.”

“don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” you mumbled against his hoodie. “i mean it,” he swore, pressing a desperate kiss to your hair. “every word.”

keeho cleared his throat pointedly from across the room. “apology accepted—on behalf of all of us who had to watch that train wreck.” intak snorted, jongseob muttered facts, and theo just shook his head. but their teasing softened the tension, and you even laughed weakly into jiung’s chest.

he smiled at the sound, finally breathing again.

that night, he refused to let you out of his arms. curled together on his bed, he traced apologies across your skin with his fingertips, whispered promises into your hair until your breathing evened out.

and when you finally drifted off, he stayed awake just a little longer, holding you like he’d never let go.

“never too much,” he whispered into the dark. “never.”

˙⋆✮

intak - 인탁 

the bass rattled the mirrors of the practice room, sweat beading across the boys’ foreheads as they drilled the same eight-count for the tenth time. intak’s jaw was tight, movements sharp but not sharp enough for him. he cursed under his breath when he stumbled on the transition again, shaking his head furiously.

“focus,” theo said gently, but intak just nodded curtly and restarted the track.

you leaned against the doorway, watching quietly. you’d brought snacks and water, hoping to cheer them up after the long session. mostly, you wanted to see intak. he’d been disappearing into practices all week, and you missed him.

“break time, please,” keeho groaned, flopping onto the floor dramatically. jiung laughed and joined him, tugging jongseob down too. “fine,” intak muttered, tossing his cap aside and collapsing against the wall. his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, sweat darkening his shirt.

you took that as your chance.

“hey, tak,” you said softly, stepping inside. his head snapped up, eyes wide before softening a little. “oh. you’re here.” you grinned and held up the bag. “brought goodies! figured you guys could use fuel.”

cheers erupted from jiung and jongseob as they scrambled over. keeho clapped like you’d just saved his life. you giggled, setting the bag down, then went to sit beside intak. “you okay?” he nodded, eyes fixed on the floor. “just tired.” you reached to wipe some sweat from his temple with your sleeve. “you worked so hard. i’m proud of you.”

his jaw clenched. “don’t.”

you froze. “…don’t what?”

he finally looked at you, eyes sharp. “don’t smother me right now. i can’t breathe.” your chest tightened. “i was just-”

“you’re being clingy,” he snapped, louder this time. “i don’t need it right now.”

the room went dead silent.

keeho’s eyes widened. theo shot him a look. jiung and jongseob exchanged awkward glances, halfway through unwrapping a granola bar. you sat back slowly, heat flooding your cheeks. “…right. sorry.”

you stood abruptly, muttering something about needing air, and slipped out before anyone could stop you.

the practice room was thick with tension after the door shut.

“what the hell was that?” theo demanded, arms crossed. intak groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “i didn’t mean-” “you called her clingy,” keeho cut in, voice sharp. “in front of us. when she literally just brought us snacks?”

jiung smacked him lightly on the arm. “not cool.” intak’s chest twisted with guilt, but frustration still buzzed in his veins. “i was stressed. i couldn’t think.”

“well, think now,” jongseob muttered. “because y/n looked she wanted to cry.”

intak’s stomach dropped. without another word, he grabbed his cap and bolted for the door.

you sat on the bench outside the practice room, picking at the hem of your sleeve. your chest still stung, the word echoing in your head. clingy. too much. the door opened, and intak rushed out, breathless.

“baby-”

you stood quickly. “don’t. it’s fine. go back to practice.” “no,” he said firmly, stepping closer. “practice can wait. you can’t.”

your eyes flicked away. “you made it pretty clear i can.” his heart squeezed. he reached for your hands, but you pulled them back.

“i’m sorry,” he blurted. “i didn’t mean it. i was frustrated, and i let it spill out the wrong way. you’re not clingy. god, you’re the opposite— you’re the only one who makes all this bearable.” you frowned, still hurt. “then why’d you say it?”

“because i’m an idiot,” he admitted instantly. “i was mad at myself, at my mistakes, and i lashed out at the one person i should never hurt. i swear, it wasn’t about you. it was about me not being good enough tonight.”

your throat tightened, tears threatening. “you made me feel like… like i was in the way.”

intak’s eyes softened, pained. he gently cupped your face, tilting it so you met his gaze. “you’re never in the way. you’re the reason i even get through days like this. when you wipe my sweat, when you cheer for me, when you just show up— it’s everything. i don’t deserve it, but i need it. i need you.”

you blinked, tears spilling despite yourself. “then don’t push me away.” his voice cracked. “i won’t. not again. i promise.”

you finally let him pull you into his arms, his hoodie damp against your cheek. he held you so tight it almost hurt, murmuring apologies into your hair. “you’re not clingy,” he whispered again and again. “you’re my safe place. i’m sorry i made you doubt that. i’ll make it up to you every day if i have to.”

you clung back, shaky but firm. “you better.”

he let out a soft, relieved laugh, kissing the top of your head. “yeah. i will.”

when you both returned to the practice room, the others tried to act casual, but keeho still shot intak a look.

intak tightened his grip on your hand, tugging you gently closer. “we’re good,” he said firmly, mostly to himself. you squeezed back, finally believing it.

˙⋆✮

soul - 白翔太

the dressing room buzzed with energy after the show. staff members hurried around, touching up makeup, collecting mics, tossing bottles of water into eager hands. keeho was joking with jiung, theo stretched his sore shoulders, and jongseob was scrolling through fan posts already.

you slipped through the crowd, eyes searching. finally, you found him.

soul sat off to the side on a folding chair, head bowed, towel draped over his neck. sweat clung to his skin, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. you crossed the room quickly, crouching down in front of him. “hey,” you said softly, offering him a water. “you killed it out there. the fans were so loud for you.”

he didn’t look at you. “thanks.”

you frowned. “are you okay? your shoulder- you looked like you were stretching it too much during the last song. want me to-” he shifted back, jaw tight. “i said i’m fine.”

you hesitated, then reached anyway, dabbing at the sweat on his cheek with a tissue. “you don’t have to pretend with me. i just-” “stop,” he snapped, swatting your hand away.

your chest jolted. “i-”

his eyes finally lifted, sharp and frustrated. “you’re being clingy. can you just give me a minute to breathe?” the room went quiet. a couple staff members froze mid-step. jiung’s head whipped around, eyes wide. theo’s smile faltered.

you felt the sting instantly, your face flushing hot.

clingy.

you pulled back your hand slowly, standing up on shaky legs. “…right. sorry.” you mumbled something about grabbing more tissues and slipped out the door before anyone could stop you.

inside, tension lingered. keeho raised an eyebrow. “seriously, soul?”

soul groaned, dragging both hands through his damp hair. “i didn’t— i didn’t mean it like that.” “sure sounded like you did,” theo muttered.

jiung shook his head, clearly unimpressed. “y/n was just trying to take care of you. you could’ve just said you needed space.” soul’s chest tightened. shame crept in, sour and heavy. he knew they were right. he’d seen the hurt in your eyes before you turned away.

and it was his fault.

you leaned against the cool wall outside, biting the inside of your cheek hard to keep tears at bay. the backstage hallway was quiet except for the faint thrum of fans still screaming outside the venue.

clingy. like you were smothering him. like your love was a burden. you hugged yourself, heart aching. the door opened behind you, and hurried footsteps followed.

“baby.”

you looked up to see soul, hair still damp, panic written all over his face. you turned away. “shouldn’t you be inside celebrating?” he winced. “not without you.”

“you seemed fine without me a minute ago.”

the words cut, and he flinched.

“i didn’t mean it,” he said quickly. “i was overwhelmed. i couldn’t even hear myself think. i lashed out, and i used the worst word i could’ve picked.” your arms tightened around yourself. “you made me feel like i was suffocating you.”

he stepped closer, desperate. “no. you’re the only reason i can breathe on days like this. i swear, you’re not too much. you’re… you’re everything.”

you shook your head, voice small. “then why’d you say it?”

“because i’m an idiot,” he whispered. “because i was mad at myself for messing up a step, for being tired, for not being perfect— and instead of owning that, i pushed you away. i hurt the one person who was only trying to help.”

his voice cracked. “i hate that i did that to you. i hate that i made you doubt how much i need you.” slowly, he reached for your hands. this time, you let him take them. his grip was trembling but steady, grounding. “you’re not clingy,” he said, looking straight into your eyes. “you’re the one person who sees me when all of this—” he gestured vaguely toward the venue “—feels too big. you keep me sane. i’m so, so sorry i made you feel like a burden.”

your throat wobbled, the ache in your chest loosening just slightly. “don’t do it again.” he nodded quickly. “i won’t. never again. if i’m overwhelmed, i’ll tell you. i’ll never push you away like that.”

you searched his face, and all you saw was raw honesty. finally, you let out a shaky breath and leaned into him. he wrapped his arms around you instantly, holding you like he’d never let go. his hoodie was still damp from sweat, but you didn’t care.

“i need you,” he murmured into your hair. “cling to me all you want. i want it. i want you.”

you clung back, relief washing over you at last.

when you both walked back into the dressing room, everyone looked up. soul kept your hand firmly in his, expression set. “we’re okay.” he said quietly. keeho smirked. “better be.” jiung gave a small approving nod.

you squeezed soul’s hand, and this time, he squeezed back without hesitation. that night, when the lights were off and the noise of the day was gone, he whispered into the dark with your head on his chest:

“never too much. never clingy. just mine.”

and you believed him.

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jongseob - 종섭

the dorm was unusually calm for a friday night. the other members were sprawled in the living room—keeho watching a movie, theo half-asleep with his hoodie up, jiung scrolling through his phone.

you were curled up on the end of the couch beside jongseob, legs tucked under you, head resting on his shoulder. he’d been quiet all evening, distracted by whatever track he was mixing on his laptop.

you didn’t mind at first. being near him was enough. you liked the way his warmth felt against your side, how his fingers tapped softly to a rhythm only he could hear.

but after nearly an hour of silence, you started tracing gentle circles on his arm. “you’ve been staring at the same screen for twenty minutes,” you said softly. “you okay?”

he hummed, barely looking up. “yeah.”

you smiled. “want me to get you a snack?”

“no, thanks.”

you shifted a little closer, resting your chin on his shoulder to peek at the project. “what’re you working on?” he sighed quietly. “just… something.” your smile faltered. “you’ve been kinda distant lately.”

that made him pause. just for a second—then his jaw tightened. “i’m just tired, y/n.” “i know, but-” you tried to wrap your arm around him, seeking closeness, something to melt the space between you.

but he pulled back a little, the movement small but sharp. “can you not?” you blinked. “not what?” his tone came out clipped, too harsh. “not cling so much. it’s a lot sometimes.”

the sound of it hit you like a slap.

even keeho glanced up from the movie, brows furrowing. theo lifted his head, still half-asleep with eyes flicking between you both. you froze, the air suddenly too heavy. “i was just… trying to be close to you.”

“yeah, well,” jongseob muttered, rubbing his face. “sometimes it’s too much. it's clingy.”

the room went dead silent.

you felt your throat tighten. “okay.” you stood up quickly, forcing a small smile. “i’ll give you space then.”

keeho started to say something, but you were already heading toward the hallway. when the sound of your door shutting echoed down the hall, the silence that followed was deafening.

keeho turned down the volume on the TV. “what was that?” jongseob groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “i don’t know. i just—i snapped.”

“yeah,” theo said flatly. “and you snapped at the wrong person.” jiung leaned forward. “she literally did nothing wrong.”

soul, who had been silent up until then, looked over from his game. “you’re in trouble.” jongseob slumped back against the couch. “i know. god, i know.” keeho sighed. “you’ve been stressed, sure, but that doesn’t give you the right to take it out on her. you better fix it.”

he didn’t even respond—just stood and disappeared down the hall, guilt written all over him. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging a pillow, trying not to cry.

the word clingy kept replaying in your head; like it had weight. like it meant too much. you’d only wanted to help, to be near him. but now all you felt was foolish.

a soft knock interrupted your spiral.

“y/n?” his voice came quietly from the other side of the door.

you didn’t answer.

he waited, then sighed. “can i come in?” after a long pause, you said, “yeah.” he slipped inside, eyes immediately landing on you; small, curled up, and clearly hurt.

his chest twisted. “i’m sorry.”

you didn’t look up. “you made me feel like i was annoying.”

he winced. “i didn’t mean that. i swear.”

“then why’d you say it?”

he hesitated, words fumbling out. “because i was tired, and my brain was loud, and i just… wanted quiet for a second. but i didn’t mean you were too much. i love that you’re close to me. i just-” he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. “i said it wrong. i hurt you. and i hate that.”

you glanced at him, eyes glassy. “you really did.”

he nodded, walking closer slowly, like he was afraid to scare you off. “i know. i’m so sorry. you’re not clingy. you’re caring. you’re the only person who makes this place feel calm.”

you stayed quiet, chewing your lip.

“sometimes,” he said softly, “i get so lost in my own head that i forget how lucky i am to have someone who wants to be near me at all.” that cracked something open in you. you blinked, tears slipping free.

“come here,” he whispered.

you hesitated—then let him pull you in.

his arms wrapped around you tightly, like he was afraid you’d disappear. he buried his face in your shoulder, voice breaking against your skin. “i’m sorry. i love when you touch me. i love when you care. i love you. i just got stupid.”

your fingers curled into his hoodie, clinging back. “then don’t push me away next time.” “i won’t,” he promised instantly. “you can hold me all you want. forever, if you want.”

you laughed through a sniffle. “that’s a little clingy.”

he smiled, relief flooding his expression. “guess we’re both clingy then.”

when you both rejoined the others in the living room, it was quieter softer somehow.

keeho didn’t say anything, just gave a little nod when he saw your hand in jongseob’s again. theo muttered, “good job,” without looking up. jiung smiled faintly.

you curled up next to him on the couch again, and this time, when you rested your head on his shoulder, he didn’t move away.

instead, his hand found yours under the blanket.

and just before you drifted off, you heard him whisper, barely audible, “cling to me all you want, baby. i’m not going anywhere.”

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theo

dom!theo ⊹ makes you do all the work ! "if you want more, then take more." he'd command, humming as you back yourself up against the base of his cock. eventually though, he takes control back-- "can't have you thinking you're in charge, now can we?"

sub!theo ⊹ who completely underestimates your strength until you prove you can manhadle him into any position you want ;)

keeho

dom!keeho ⊹ loves watching his inexperienced sub learn new things. tonights lesson? how to ride him !!

sub!keeho ⊹ "f-fuck! just keep going!" he cried out with bright red cheeks... ironic words for a guy who claimed he "didn't like pegging" 10 minutes ago...

jiung

dom!jiung ⊹ who is the perfect inbetween of soft and rough <3

sub!jiung ⊹ "bad boy, makin' such a big mess..." you scold while landing another sharp spank onto jiung's ass, he's whimpering and swearing that he's sorry... but that doesn't stop him from continuing to squirt his milky liquid all over your kitchen floor. "such a bad boy, so filthy." you degrade, landing more hits as your sub keeps thrusting between your thighs.

intak

dom!intak ⊹ loves fucking you into his mattress, shoving your face into a pillow so the other members can't hear your pretty moans

sub!intak ⊹ after a few noise complaints from your neighbors, you made it explicitly clear that if intak couldn't learn to silence his moans himself, you'd have to take... extensive precautions... the poor thing is learning his lesson now :(

soul

dom!soul ⊹ loves melting your stress away with his tongue

sub!soul ⊹ fame seemed to be intoxicating your perfectly trained sub's head,, greedy little thing has been taking way more than he's been giving-- but that's alright. all it takes is rope to remind your rabbit of his place <3

jongseob

dom!jongseob ⊹ who loves eating you out until you start shaking and begging to cum. "you can't cum yet, pretty girl-- i haven't even got my dick wet yet." he'd say with faux sympathy as he flips you over, lining himself up with your entrance as your face floods with tears.

sub!jongseob ⊹ inexperienced!jongseob who gets a little too overwhelmed during his first overstim sesh and reaches for his much-more-experienced!doms hand... "awww" you'd tease, surprised when you hear jongseob's embarrassed tone-- "s-shut up!"... looks like you have an inexperienced brat on your hands

cory speak ! : is it obvious i love eater!soul...

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DIE FOR YOU ⭑

PAIRING: Roommate!Jongseob x CamGirl!Reader

SUMMARY: When you’re a cam girl and your viewers start demanding more intimacy so you find yourself in a tight spot… because the “boyfriend” they want to see doesn’t exist, and you might have to make one up.

WC: 2.1k words

DISCLAIMERS: smut [minors / ageless blogs dni.] sex on stream, fingering, oral if you squint ok. (f receiving), porn with plot ish, meandom!jongseob, use of the nickname bunny haiiii, unprotected sex (protect that kitty!!!!), creampie ? :p choking, slapping, and uhhhh. guys idk this is my smut debut.

The glow of your laptop screen casted flickering shadows on the walls of your bedroom as you paced back and forth. Your mind was racing with thoughts about the recent week of your exclusive content, and you were slightly panicking.

As Bunny, your secret camgirl persona, you'd built a loyal following over the past year — thousands of viewers who tuned in for your teasing dances, solo toy play, and whispered dirty talk.

But the other night, you made a huge mistake. In a moment of overconfidence during one of your streams, you'd promised something bigger which entailed a live sex stream with the “boyfriend” you spoke so highly of.

The chat had exploded with excitement, tips pouring in like rain to emphasize their anticipation of finally “meeting him”. Except... “him” didn’t exist because you didn't have a boyfriend. Hell, you hadn't dated anyone seriously in years. Your life as a faceless camgirl was your dirty little secret, hidden behind masks, angles, and dim lighting in the cramped apartment you shared with your lifelong friend, Jongseob.

And honestly, at this point, he was your last option but you’ve never even thought to cross that line.

But now, with the clock ticking down to showtime in two days, panic clawed at your throat.

The thought of him made your stomach twist in a way that wasn't just nerves. You'd grown up together — playground battles, late-night study sessions, and now this awkward roommate dynamic where you both pretended not to notice each other's late hours or the occasional muffled moans from your room during stream nights that could be passed off as self pleasure (which it basically was) or when he had someone over.

He was sweet in that boy-next-door way — messy dark hair, soft jawline, and eyes that crinkled when he laughed. Jongseob basically glowed, and he would honestly do anything for you if you asked.

But this? This was insane.

Desperate times though… call for desperate measures!…

You slammed the laptop shut and bolted from your room, barefoot and in nothing but an oversized tee that barely skimmed your thighs. The living room was dim, lit only by the glow of the TV where Jongseob lounged on the couch, controller in hand, oblivious to your crisis.

“Hey, Seob,” You blurted, voice higher than usual. He paused his game, glancing up with those warm brown eyes.

“Hm?” A pause.. “Oh, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He set the controller aside, patting the cushion next to him. You collapsed there, knees drawn up, fingers twisting in the hem of your shirt.

“I need to tell you something. But you have to promise not to freak out.” Your words tumbled out in a rush.

He nodded, leaning in, concern etching his features. And then it spilled — your camgirl secret, the alias “Bunny,”and the toys and teasing that paid your half of the bills and rent.

His eyes widened, but he didn't interrupt. He just listened as you confessed the latest screw-up which was the fake boyfriend stream scheduled for two days from now.

“So, you're asking me to... fuck you on camera?” Jongseob's voice was steady, but a flush crept up his neck. You nodded, cheeks burning.

“Y-Yes.” You swallow before taking a breath. This was embarrassing. “It’ll be completely faceless though. Please, Seob. I can't cancel now — they'll hate me.”

He was quiet for a beat, then a slow smile tugged at his lips — but it wasn’t to mock you, he seemed rather… interested..? “Okay.”

Oh, that was quicker convincing than you anticipated…

Really?

“But only since it's you.” A slight heat rose to your cheeks at that confession but regardless, relief flooded you mixed with something electric.

He was so easily … up for it???

Shocking enough, he had even suggested the idea of “practicing” but you ultimately both agreed to wait until the night of — because this was all just supposed to be for the camera.

The next two days dragged like molasses, thick with unspoken anticipation. Mornings started normal — shared coffee in the kitchen, him in his rumpled sleep shirt, you avoiding his gaze as you poured cereal. But every brush of shoulders or accidental touch sparked those butterflies into a flutter.

You'd catch him watching you from the corner of his eye while you scrolled on your phone, wondering if he was picturing it too — the stream and your body under his.

At night, alone in your room, you'd touch yourself to the thought, fingers circling your clit as you imagined his hands instead, his cock stretching you. Guilt twisted with excitement; he was your best friend.. but the secret hung like a charged wire.

Jongseob played it cool though, but cracks showed. The evening before, as you both cooked dinner, he cornered you against the counter, reaching for a spice jar above your head.

His body pressed close, heat radiating, and you felt the outline of him hardening against your hip. “Sorry.” He muttered, voice low, but his eyes lingered on your lips. You mumbled something incoherent, heart racing, and escaped to the living room.

The butterflies were relentless now, a constant swarm making your skin tingle whenever he was near. By the second day, the air in the apartment felt heavy, laced with the promise of what was coming.

The day arrived before you knew it and you spent a majority of your day avoiding him. As the evening approached, you dedicated it to prepping by dimming lights, testing your camera angle to ensure your faces would be kept out of frame, and arranging toys on your nightstand like little decorations.

Jongseob knocked on your door and the moment you opened it, your breath hitched. He was already shirtless, showing off his slight toned frame with loose sweats that hung low on his hips.

“Ready?” He asked, voice casual, but his gaze raked over you in your thin doll-like dress lingerie, hungry.

You nodded, throat dry, moving to the side and let him in. The room smelled of vanilla from your candle, masking the nervous sweat prickling your skin.

Without a second thought, you began the stream with a breath and before you knew it, your chat filled with excited messages.

user68: hi bunny baby 😍😍😍💦💦💦

user12: sexy🐰🐰🐰🐰

user90: Missed your tits sweetheart

user35: needed this after a hard day 😘😘

user24: where’s your boyfriend 🍆🍆

“Hi, my loves.” You stood in front of the camera, making sure your face was out of frame while you read off a separate screen where your chat sat.

“I have someone I’d like you to meet.” You said sweetly, reaching your hand out to Jongseob and bringing him over before introducing him as your boyfriend. The chat went wild, donations pinging like fireworks as he shamelessly slapped your ass for content. Your cheeks flushed as you glanced back at him — a cocky grin on his face.

user63: 😍😍😍😍😍😍

user77: Mmm do it again

user19: he’s probably so handsome 😘

user53: Bunny i want to fuck you hard 💦

As you followed through with a few more exchanges with your viewers, Jongseob held you against his chest, waiting patiently — his hands roaming underneath the flowy black lacy set and rubbing against your skin which earned himself soft hums from you.

Soon, the two of you turned to the bed where you got on your knees, pulling him down with you, hands trembling as they slid over his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart.

His lips met yours softly at first, tentative, tongue brushing yours in exploration. But then something shifted as his hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. He bit down, not gently at all, teeth sinking into the flesh hard enough to make you gasp, a sharp sting blooming into heat.

“My bunny girl,” He growled against your skin, voice dropping an octave, rough with need. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to mark you like this.” The words hit like a spark, butterflies exploding in your chest as he sucked bruises along your collarbone, each one deliberate and possessive.

He pushed you back onto the pillows, climbing over you, knees pinning your thighs apart as he yanked down the top half of your lingerie. His mouth trailed lower, latching onto your nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the peak, tugging until you arched off the bed with a whine.

'F-fuck, Please—' You whispered softly, but he silenced you with a slap to your inner thigh, the crack echoing, skin blooming red.

“They’re not allowed to hear you right now.” He commanded, eyes dark, a smirk twisting his lips.

You nodded, quickly listening, while your chat no doubt erupted — probably begging to hear your sweet noises but it was clear he was egging on for more donations to change his mind.

Money hungry freak.

You couldn’t care less though, you were already lost in him. He spread your legs wider, fingers delving between your folds, two thrusting in deep without warning, curling to hit that spot that made your vision blur.

“So wet already,” He murmured, pumping roughly, thumb grinding your clit. “I know you’ve been thinking about this for days.” He whispered into your ear, and that was not at all for the camera. That was just for you.

His free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse thunder under his palm, breath hitching as stars danced in your eyes.

The pressure built fast, his fingers relentless, scissoring inside you while he choked you lightly, control absolute. You came with a cry, walls fluttering around him, juices soaking his hand. Without warning, he pulled his fingers free and shoved them into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Suck.” He ordered, and you did, tongue swirling as he watched, cock twitching against your thigh.

He quickly flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass presented high. “Spread for the camera.” He said with a cocky chuckle, voice raspy before doing it for you to expose your dripping pussy.

He groaned, low and animalistic, before his palm cracked against your ass — skin heating to a fiery red. The pain twisted into pleasure, butterflies churning as he rubbed the sting away, only to slap again and turn you on your back.

Shocked at his boldness, you let out a heavenly sound as he dove down in order for his tongue to probe gently along your folds shallowly, while his fingers plunged back into your core. The dual assault had you trembling, another orgasm building as he ate you out filthily, slurping sounds filling the room.

Before you could finish, he rose once more, leaving you a whiny mess before he swiped down the band of his sweatpants, gripping his hard on.. thick, veined, head leaking — and lining himself up with your entrance.

He thrust in one brutal stroke, bottoming out, earning a loud whine from you. “Fuck…. bunny, you’re so tight.” He grunted, setting a punishing pace, hips snapping forward.

Each drive dragged his length along your walls, hitting deep, while one hand found both of yours and pinned them over your head.

“Come on, let them hear you..” He praised you momentarily, a sly grin on his face as he locked eyes with you.

“F—faster.” You begged through whimpers, the words spilling out, feeding his ego as you were babbling complete nonsense now. He laughed to himself, pulling out only to shove himself back in without warning. He pounded in, cock bullying your cervix.

The stream chat was a blur at this point due to the years that rimmed your eyes, the ping noise of tips and donations clouding out of your senses, but all you felt was Jongseob — your friend — who was choking you again as he fucked and whispered depraved things things to you.

“Gonna fill this pussy.” He murmured, causing butterflies to riot, mixing fear and lust into a heady rush.

You came once again, whining out and nails raking his back. He followed after you with a groan, cock pulsing, hot come flooding your depths in thick ropes. He stayed buried, grinding through his release, before pulling out to watch it drip from you. You look completely ruined with your messy hair, tear stained cheeks, and limp limbs. 

He reached forward, grabbing the camera that filmed the both of you before angling it only at your core. His fingers scooped it up to push it back in. “Don't be wasteful.” He murmured as his finger lightly fucked both yours and his release back inside you — your legs still shaking while pretty moans escaped your parted lips.

Eventually, Jongseob shoved his fingers back in your mouth, causing you to lick them clean on command, before finally clicking the camera off amid your aftershocks — and the stream ended with what was probably record tips.

He pulled you up, kissing you roughly before collapsing onto the bed with you and pulling you into his chest, stroking your hair.

“That was more than just for the camera by the way.” He whispered, saying with a sly smirk.

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⟣ KEEHO...

…who is the most talkative during sex; will lead to the most unserious and goofy situations ever.

…who loves to be squished by your thighs, whether its just when your causally laying on the couch or he is viciously eating you out.

…who has no sense of personal space and will seek physical touch during every second of sex. No matter if it’s just holding hands or being pressed up against each other.

…who loves getting every sort of punishment from you. Pulling his hair, digging your nails into his back or biting his lip, it doesn’t matter he will take it and more so enjoy it.

…who gets so shy whenever you point out his muscles. Will turn all red and giddy when you compliment his biceps or strong chest. Will turn bold eventually though: “If you like it so much why don’t you take off my shirt so you can have a closer look?”

…who loves to spoil you, especially loves to buy you lingerie in every color of the rainbow. Will tell you something like: “I got a surprise for you under the bed. Why don’t you try it on for me, hmm?”

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⟣ THEO...

…who is usually a dom but when he lets you take over he turns into the brattiest sub ever.

…who will get hard when you yell at him; literally thinks you being angry is the sexiest thing ever.

…who loves to torture you a little, everything consensual of course. But that is what gets him the most; when he knows how much you get off to it, how turned on you get when he ruins your orgasm or teases you with his fingers.

…who sometimes needs to be a little pampered when he had a hard day. It is immediately noticeable when he steps through the door of your apartment worn out by the endless hours of training they had. All he needs then is for you to ride him or suck his dick in the shower.

…who loves when you wear short dresses or skirts and he also loves the power he has over you when you are out together. When his hand slides up your thigh dangerously close to the hem of your dress. And in an unnoticed moment will slip beneath it to tease you even more. He lives for the small breaths you let out and how red you turn once you feel his fingers on your clit.

…who will gradually get louder and louder. Like in the beginning he won’t make many noises except from letting a groan slip here and there. But the more he’s into the louder he will eventually get until he might even has to restrain himself to not get a noise complaint from the neighbors.

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⟣ JIUNG...

…who loves when he gets to take care of you. Aftercare, treating you during foreplay or holding your hand while he pounds into you, he doesn’t care as long as he gets to take care of his baby.

…who doesn’t necessarily love physical touch so he prioritizes eye contact and thinks its the most intimate thing ever. Given that he loves positions where you face each other.

…who loves to watch you get ready. Especially everything involving your lips gets him hard in seconds. Bonus points if you’re pouting at him because he stressed you about being late.

…who is all about consent. Not just in terms of importance but also likes to drag it out to the point where he gets turned on. “Tell me what you want me to do. Use your words for me, pretty girl”

…who loves to study your body especially the reactions when he does certain things. He loves to notice the smallest details for example how riled up you get when he kisses your inner thigh.

…who might has a kink for seeing you in lingerie if thats even a thing. However, Jiung loves to see you in matching sets, maybe even more than you being completely naked.

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⟣ INTAK...

…who is touch. starved. That man is touch starved.

…who will literally melt whenever he gets praises. He will turn all puty in your hands just where you want him.

…who sometimes feels like you riding him is too much. Like he physically can’t take it, being inside of you because it’s just so warm and tight and makes his brain go all foggy.

…who loves to send videos of himself while he's on tour. Also has a folder on his phone with photos and videos that he pulls out when he gets extra needy away from you.

…who is a munch. This has been established on this account already but I just gotta point it out again. Between your thighs is literally his happy place. Strives for the noises you let out once he eats you out.

…who likes to be the be the strong one in public. Loves to open doors for you and give you his jacket. That changes up completely once you get intimate though. Actually prefers to be the bottom and let you take the lead.

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⟣ SOUL...

…who likes his orgasms getting ruined and laughed at a little.

…who is a little embarrassed to admit but would love to try roleplaying, especially when it involves mini skirts and spanking.

…who might just be the most freaked out member despite appearing cute and innocent on first glance.

…who is probably willing to try out everything as long as it makes you happy. Maybe even including stuff like pegging, I feel like curiosity will always get the better of him.

…who sometimes think about recording you guys having sex but doesn’t know how to pitch the idea to you.

…who sometimes even prefers sloppy, slow make out sessions instead of fucking.

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⟣ JONGSEOB...

…who swears he is more creative when you visit him in the studio but always end with slow make out sessions on his lap.

…who needs to have some music playing whenever you get freaky like its an essential. Especially Arctic monkeys or Chase Atlantic.

…who loves to write freaked out rap demos that are mostly inspired by your sex life.

…who loves to play hard to get even if he will fold in a matter of seconds when you tease him with that sultry voice.

…who is the biggest switch depending on the situation.

…who will get off to your voice on call especially when he’s on tour or had a stressful day.

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You were supposed to go to sleep hours ago; instead, you’re scrolling on Twitter with one hand while the other rubs your clit. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were just going to jerk off to one of your bookmarks, the type of video you could cum to easily after a long and stressful week, but you stumbled upon…him, jsupxxx—whoever he is. The man on the screen was an enigma. It was such a simple video, yet it got you to browse his entire page and his website. His work was all solo masturbation, some audio content here and there, but nothing particularly special, which confused you even more because why are you all of a sudden so invested? He never showed any identifying features; the camera angle is always just below his face, but sometimes he moved enough that you can see the man biting his bottom lip—huh, a snaggletooth, cute.

It went on for days, then weeks, of watching and cumming for him, moving in rhythm with him, fisting his cock with those fucking gray sweatpants loose around his thighs. His pretty sounds are unlike those of the other pornstars you’ve seen or heard. They weren’t forced; everything felt so candid, so raw, so real. This was dangerous, and you knew it. 

His website was for other paid work, longer videos, exclusive photos, fan polls, but what you really liked were the livestreams. It happened sporadically, yet in the time span that you have spent watching him, not once have you missed a live. The livestreams were thrilling; he had an assortment of kinks and fetishes you could vote for, and he would diligently oblige. The usual choices—his favorites—were sensory deprivation, choking, pillow humping, and his most frequent, edging.

Tonight was like any other. You prepared your setup, pulled up his website on your laptop—there was no shame in it now—and undressed yourself. The stream had started a second ago, and the man was still clothed. You got there in time when he got the show on the road. Stripping his oversized pants, then his black tank top, though keeping his thick black leather choker tight around his supple neck.

“After many requests…”

You felt as if you had Pavloved yourself to get turned on from his voice alone. You flicked your hardening nipples, teasing yourself as he continued speaking.

“...I finally bought a toy~”

He showed his newly bought clear fleshlight to the camera, and you saw his dick twitch. He smeared his sticky precum over his tip, letting his spit drip down his length before jerking it slowly. 

“I’ve never tried one of these before, so to be honest, this might be a quick stream.”

Truth be told, it was a quick stream. Your measly fingers moved in tandem with his, wishing you were the one bouncing on him and not the manufactured toy around his dick. You knew it would probably be done in half the usual run time from the moment he trembled while he slid his mouth-watering dick inside the transparent plastic pussy. He attempted to edge himself—to keep the live going—pulling out of the toy, but immediately fucking it again, unable to contain his need. You’ve never witnessed someone utterly blissed out without even seeing his face. He came so quickly, he didn’t even have time to get tissues, his thick cum spurting across his stomach as he folded over himself, remembering to lower the camera angle. His chest heaved from the abrupt orgasm. 

All of him felt intimate, but you had to get through that stubborn brain of yours that you don’t know this man, and most definitely never will. 

“I need a new fucking hobby.”

You took it upon yourself to keep your mind occupied on more productive things, so it was the obvious move to call on Jiung for some advice. You implied that you need more fruitful hobbies, other than gooning to a random man on the internet.

“You could meditate with me.”

You looked at Jiung with a disapproving expression.

“Journaling never fails to help me process things; it really helps with regulating your emotions, y’know?”

He could tell you were still unsure.

“Why don’t you just drop by the bookstore again sometime? I’m sure we have something you like. You could bring me some tea for being such a good friend, maybe?”

The Choi Bookstore was a family-owned business that Jiung’s family inherited. Jiung said, as his best friend, that you had the privilege to read any of the books without buying them first—you never took advantage of such privilege. You usually only visited the store when Jiung was the one working anyway, not to read per se, but mostly to sit by the big window and watch the greenery sway with a drink in hand. It barely gathered any customers, frankly you’re amazed that it’s still in business. It was still the same view you remembered: old books piled high all over the floor, a quaint wooden table with pink tulips in the middle, the orange lamps that made the antique place feel like childhood again. You paused in your tracks when you finally checked the employee. You expected Jiung or even his uncle—whom you’ve grown to love—but you see a completely fresh face. Long black hair, delicious nose, sharp jawline, tiny waist, toned arms, who is this hot ass dude, and why haven’t you seen him before? You immediately texted Jiung.

☁︎ - ung, who the fuck is this new guy 지웅 - Oops 지웅 - Forgot to tell you 지웅 - We met in that dance class I told you about months ago

You sat on the rickety chair by the window, setting Jiung’s hot tea on the table.

☁︎ - cool ☁︎ - doesnt answer my question 지웅 - Why dont you go and ask him then ☁︎ - no. 

The man dusted off the tops of the hard-bound books; the store’s apron was bound tight around his waist. You tried to read the embroidered name on the uniform, subtly squinting your eyes at him. Jong…seob… doesn’t ring a bell.

☁︎ - when are you coming here 지웅 - I clock in at 5 now 지웅 - Enjoy your alone time why dont you

“I think I enjoy my alone time too much, actually.” You whispered in response to no one in particular. ‘Doesn’t Jiung like to take the morning shift? What is so important about Jongseob’s nights that he needs to take Jiung’s shift?’ you thought to yourself.

Jongseob picked up some litter left over on the bookshelves and settled into his place at the counter. You finally approached him, thinking about what Jiung recommended in the book genre.

“Excuse me, do you know where all the self-help books are?”

“They’re by the back. I can show you.”

Your breath hitched, your thighs instinctively squeezing together—there’s no way. That same soft yet raspy voice that moans in your ear every night, drawing out your orgasm, leaving you frantic and shaking. Is your brain so porn-rotted that when an attractive man spoke to you, all you could think about was your favorite pornstar on Twitter? Wow, this is worse than you thought. You really do have to take some time off and touch some grass. 

The man cleared his throat to get your attention, disgustingly aware that you recalled your nightly adventures with a complete stranger in front of you.

“Sorry, yes please.”

Jongseob led you to the back, and you followed closely behind. 

His voice lowered slightly, “Here, you can come to me if you need anything else.”

Oh, you’re coming alright. Fuck—enough. You nodded at him as he flashed a polite, tight-lipped smile before walking away.

You stayed, tucked in the corner in your treasured spot by the window, winding down on a book called SELF-HELP—too on the nose, but where else do you start? You’ve finished the hot tea you brought; Jiung wouldn’t know it’s for him anyway, and you occasionally distracted yourself with the eye candy to your left. You have to admit, maybe Jiung was right; they do have something you like, not a book, but something nonetheless. The clock was about to strike half past four. Jiung liked to be early, so you’re not surprised that when the door opened, you were greeted by Jiung’s beaming face.

Jiung hugged you first, then set down his bag on the counter before greeting his coworker—friend? You’re not entirely sure about their relationship yet. Jiung gripped Jongseob’s shoulders, making him face you. 

“Have you guys introduced yourselves?”

Jongseob shook his head. You caught his stare, turning away oddly quickly, refusing to look him in the eye after having less than pure thoughts.

“I’m Jongseob. I didn’t know you were friends with Jiung.” He stepped forward, outstretched his hand, and you took him in yours. You quietly stated your name, your voice getting caught in your throat. Jiung nudged the black-haired boy, his eyes going back and forth between the two of you. Your best friend consistently knew everything without you having to utter a word. Needless to say, by the end of the day, you’ve obtained a new phone number.

For the next few days, you’ve been able to keep your libido in check, thanks to you busying yourself in the bookstore, forgetting to check jsupxxx’s account, but you’ve held on long enough. The notification caught your eye.

thinking about a cutie i met at work

You clicked on it. It’s in portrait mode—different from his usual, more professional style—his dark pants are right below his balls, and he hastily spits in his hand, smothering his saliva mixed with this precum all over his dick. Your fingers found their way beneath your underwear, teasing your sensitive clit. You checked his website for the full clip and continued, itching to see more. It’s a shorter upload than what you’re used to. He seemed impatient, his cock bobbing up and down, making a wet thumping sound when it hit his stomach. 

“I need you so bad, baby.”

His voice was needy, like he’s been holding off somehow.

“W-wish you were here…right now. Your warm mouth around my cock…your wet pussy pulsating, gripping me.” He took a quick breath in.

“Your hands stroking it…anything—anything.”

He’s a sloppy mess, fucking into his hand like a bitch in heat. His moans and groans are strained, like he’s afraid he’ll get too loud if he doesn’t physically restrain himself. 

“Spread your legs for me. Take all of this fucking dick like the good girl you are. Always so fucking pretty. So shy around me…I know you need it as much as I need you.”

Your pussy squeezes around nothing, lusting for his thick dick inside you somehow. You rubbed your slickness, throwing your head back, just listening to the sound of his dick going in and out and in and out again. His breathing became ragged, whines slipping past his sweet mouth. 

“Oh—fuck! I’m close, I'm close, I'm close. Cum with me, baby, yeah? Cum with me, please.”

He stroked it faster, already needy for release, playing with his balls while he fucked his hand. Your hand does quick work, getting yourself to the edge. Playing with yourself just the way you liked it, cumming at the same time the faceless man came in his hand. You paused the video, cleaning yourself up carelessly with your wetness dripping down your shaky legs. The temperature in the room seemed to grow hotter; your eyes dared to flutter closed from exhaustion. You scrolled down, reading some of the comments as you picked yourself up and made your way to the bathroom.

HotGirl69 - Are you open to collab?  iLikeHungDudes - nice cock lol alienenergy - who is the lucky girl?

Right—he mostly talked like you were already there with him—trying to be immersive and all. Sometimes, some roleplay, but this definitely didn’t seem like roleplay to you. Even in his livestreams, he was more…inclusive. As if he didn’t have a particular person in mind, but this was different. Are you jealous? 

The Choi Bookstore became a place to seek refuge, to keep yourself engrossed in other things, like your cute new friend Jongseob. Jiung was adamant that you two would get along, inviting both of you to eat with him from time to time after he finishes his shift. He brought you to a run-down restaurant, probably friends with the eighty-four-year-old owner he chatted with right as he walked in. Jiung ordered several dishes for the table and bottles of soju—it was the weekend after all.

Jongseob mostly kept to himself, eyes glued to his phone, playing mobile games, you presume. What you really looked forward to was the feast—you thanked Jiung for the treat before digging. You watched the two hungry men sitting across from you chow down on the noodles. You needed this, a time to unwind with good friends and equally good food. Jiung really upped his storytelling skills when he had alcohol in his system. 

“I think this was two years ago. A very mature lady came in, and I was expecting her to buy the new cookbooks we had, or maybe history. But then, but then…”

Jongseob’s body is turned to face Jiung, but his eyes are latched onto you.

“...she placed this heavy fucking book. This smutty romance novel! I didn’t even know we still had it in stock.”

“Maybe she didn’t know.” Jongseob retorted, his smile reaching his eyes.

“Oh I’m sure she knew. It had tentacles and roses on the cover. Even I wouldn’t read that.”

If you weren’t careful, you wouldn’t have caught it from all the laughter. Jongseob had a snaggletooth. Jongseob had a snaggletooth. What a coincidence. 

“Whoa, whoa, slow down.”

Jongseob grabbed the drink from your hand, the sweet liquor slightly spilling from your lips. You needed to drown out the sinful thoughts about an online persona. The virtual world slowly bleeds into reality. You planned to drink yourself to paradise if you could, not caring if Jongseob was watching you. 

Jiung stepped away for a while, answering a phone call from his uncle. The long-haired man struck up a conversation with you in the meantime. Your interactions with him were developing into more than everyday small talk.

“Sorry, guys, I need to go early. Someone messed up my flower shipments, and the company thinks we ordered two hundred instead of twenty. Hope you guys have fun though!”

If there was anything important to Jiung, it was his time, the bookstore, and gardening. He did seem eager to leave you both alone so early into the night—you don’t mind, though.

“What do you do in your free time?”

Jongseob looked away, thinking of an answer.

“I uhmm…I usually am just on the internet, and stuff. How about you?”

“No, yeah, me too.”

You downed another shot, thinking of other questions to fill the awkward silence. Jongseob pressed about other matters like interesting things you’ve both seen recently, how long each of you had been in the area, and either of your love lives. It seemed to pass the time; he was dreamy, the type of person you could really have a good time with—you chalked it up to the alcohol talking.

Your phone vibrated, lighting up with a notification from @jsupxxx. Fuck—it’s ten in the evening, you forgot he posts updates around this time. You see Jongseob glance over to the sound, and you close your phone immediately, eyes widening, studying his face to check if he read it. You exhaled. It doesn’t seem like he knew what it was, but his eyes don’t leave your phone.

“Sorry, it’s just my…weather app.”

You showed a not at all convincing smile. 

“It’s getting late. Do you live far?”

“Not really, around a fifteen-minute walk, I would say.”

The bottles of cold honeyed beverages are left empty on the table. Jongseob walked with you to your place, the sparse street lights illuminating your path. His knuckles brushed against yours, refusing to pull away, sometimes bumping into each other on the thinning sidewalks. You don’t know what it is about him. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he spoke about a book he had picked up lately. You eyed his rosy lips, pouting at times—you wished you could kiss him. Maybe you could. Maybe what you really needed was to get laid with a real person, and not just your insubstantial fingers that still manage to make you cum every night.

“We’re here.”

He was so close you could smell the faint traces of perfume on his clothes. You traced hearts on his arms absent-mindedly. Jongseob’s gaze never left yours.

“Do you want to come in?”

You gave him your best bedroom eyes in your inebriated state, grabbing at his top, pulling him infinitely closer.

“You’re drunk.”

He whispered, almost to himself, ghosting his finger over your cheek. 

“Come to me when you’re sober.”

Your head was pounding, unsure of how much you actually drank last night. A big gulp of water nourished you, your eyes adjusting to your phone’s brightness. The usual messages, a couple of emails from services you forgot to unsubscribe to, and…shit.

종섭 - how's your head?

Hadn’t had any complaints so far. God, you really messed up yesterday. 

☁︎ - could be worse ☁︎ - sorry about last night. i guess i had too much to drink and a little too pent up ☁︎ - tmi 종섭 - are you free later?

It was late in the afternoon, and the sky was painted with a pretty mix of pink and orange. Jongseob wanted to meet you at a cafe near the bookstore, wanting to have a more serious talk with you in person. Sweat started to build on your skin, nervous that whatever he wanted to talk about would end badly. You watched the man in those delectably baggy sweatpants stir his cold drink on the table, finally pushing yourself to enter with heavy steps. 

The air felt different. You said some pleasantries, incapable of the silence going on any longer. Unable to keep still, you played with the hem of your shirt, fidgeting with whatever until you heard Jongseob loudly inhale.

“I like you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, convinced he was joking, but his face didn’t change.

“I hope you didn’t think of last night as some sort of rejection or anything. We were drinking, y’know? I didn’t want you doing anything you didn’t want to do.” He paused, licking his lips.

“I want this to be more than a one-time thing…you don’t have to give me an answer right away, you don’t even have to give me an answer at all. I just…I just wanted to set the record straight.” 

You took it all in, eyeing him. His lips pressed closed, awaiting your response.

“Jongseob—fuck, I don’t know what I expected when you asked me to meet you today, but it wasn’t this. I like you too, if it wasn’t obvious, more than just wanting to sleep with you.”

He took his hand in yours, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You wanted to know him more, to know the side that other people don’t normally see. Jongseob assured you that he wanted you too, that being just friends or just one night stands didn’t feel right, because he liked you so much, you’ll know it.

“And I…” He swallowed hard before continuing. 

“If we were to get more serious, I need you to know about something.”

Jongseob leaned in, lowering his voice, afraid of what other people might hear. You followed, his flushed lips close enough to graze your ear. 

“There’s really no good way to say this, so here it goes…I do porn on the side.”

You shied away, eyes widening at the confession.

“Well, solo porn to be specific. I’m not like a big pornstar or anything. I don’t film myself having sex with other people if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

There was no way. 

It was all right in front of you; how could you not have seen it? You denied those impulsive thoughts so much that even an audible admission doesn’t sound real. You’ve touched yourself to Jongseob endlessly without even knowing it. He’s made you change your drenched bedsheets more than a hundred times before he’s ever laid a finger on you. The voice, the teeth, the hands, the clothes, there was a reason you felt some familiarity. You felt your heart pound against your chest, questions bombarding your mind. You opened your mouth at first, but no words came out. 

“Would—would it be weirder to say that I know?”

“What? What? What do you mean?” Jongseob said with fervor, his eyes searching your face for an explanation.

“I mean, I didn’t realize until right at this moment, but…”

You opened your phone, turning it so he could see his own profile, every post being liked and saved. He concealed it with his hand, opening his website link and seeing that you were not only logged in, but also subscribed to his highest tier. Jongseob’s eyes darted between your amused face and your phone, unable to grasp the situation.

“So jsupxxx…” 

“Please don't ever call me my username in real life.” He chuckled, embarrassed by his online persona, shielding his face with his arms, but you could see the corner of his mouth quirk up.

“Tell me… are you all talk?”

His place was cozy, typical for a guy like him, but you couldn’t care less about his furniture unless he was fucking you on it. From up close, you could clearly see the veins spread across his midriff, his v-line leading to his aching dick. Jongseob gently, yet sternly pushed you down on his bed, pressing your hands over your head, locking them in place as his tongue swirled in your mouth. The kiss was sloppy, and you struggled for breath, swapping with each other's saliva. He tightened his grip on your wrists, making his way down to your shoulders.

“You’re so pretty like this.” He murmured with his lips on your neck. 

He let go of you, sitting to face you, the warm bedside lamp lighting your features. His eyes ducked down to your tits, then to your abdomen. Jongseob traced your outline, utterly lost in himself, and he sucked a breath in through his teeth.

“Sit on my face.”

You turned your head, questioning him. Taken aback by the sudden order.

“Are you sure?”

You hovered over him, afraid to fully commit and potentially kill the man.

“Baby, it’s okay. Sit on me.” 

You were turned to face the wall, his soft hands massaging your ass. He gripped your thighs, pulling them down so that his lips finally made contact with your pussy. Your wetness is gathering on his tongue, eager to taste you. Jongseob flicked his wet muscle over your clit, making you jump, but his hands kept you in place, continuing to burrow his tongue as deep as he could inside of you. Your hand gripped the headboard while the other tugged on his hair. He whined in reply, the vibrations making you buck further into him. You tried to give him some room to breathe, but he pulled you even harder, sucking and kissing on your swollen clit. Jongseob watched you lose control of  yourself on top of him, his lips never leaving yours. You were so close, your thighs trembling on the sides of his face, squeezing him until you came in his mouth. Jongseob kissed the inside of your thighs before you went limp, lying down at his side. 

“I’ve dreamt of doing that for so long.”

His lips were glistening, his mouth agape, dazed as if that was the highlight of his life. You pulled him in by his neck, meeting his lips once more with a little less haste. Feeling the edge of the bed, you dropped to your knees at its foot, feeling the plush carpet soothe your skin.

“You don’t have to–”

“I want to. I really want to.”

It constantly looked amazing on camera, but nothing could compare to the real deal. He was about the average size, possibly bigger, although it was his tip that you couldn’t wait to put your mouth on. You licked a long stripe from his stomach down to his dick, teasing him about how wet he was. You moaned at the taste, salty with a vague syrupiness to it that had you lapping your soft tongue on his tip over and over again. 

“F-fuck.”

Jongseob caressed the back of your head, stopping himself from thrusting too deep into your mouth. You tried your best to take all of him, his trimmed hair hitting the tip of your nose before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. You stroked him with your hand, focusing on his tip again, toying with the spot right under his head like the way he liked it, knowing all his weak spots from all the footage you’ve seen, eager to make him cum in your mouth.

“If you keep doing that I’ll come too quickly.”

“Do it then.”

It was as though you were famished, greedy to make him fill your mouth, to have him unravel underneath you. He threw his head back, sucking on his bottom lip, a thin layer of sweat glistening his evident collarbones. Jongseob’s breathing started to shake, his muscles tensing when you fervently tongue at his frenulum. You palm his balls, the combination making him convulse in your mouth. You realized that no microphone could ever capture how pretty all his moans sound, the intensity of your appetite once for all fulfilled with his throbbing cock cumming because of you. Jongseob’s half-lidded eyes found yours, opening your mouth to show him you swallowed it all. He lifted you up, kissing you without a second thought, tasting himself on your mouth—filthy, that’s what this all was. 

“I need—I need you.”

You found your way back on his bed, Jongseob settling between your legs. You could get used to this view, his lithe body on top of yours, the way pink dusts his cheeks. Your fingers tucked away his bangs, needing to see him. Jongseob tapped his dick where you craved him most, like he was asking for permission.

“Can I put it in, baby.” He mumbled in your neck, nipping at it and making a ripe mark.

“Please…Jongseob.”

It was a biting stretch, sure to leave you sore tomorrow. He halted, patient for you to adjust to him, peppering kisses all around your soft chest. You pushed in deeper, begging to fill you to the hilt. Skin setting each other’s bodies ablaze—consuming and ravishing upon everything you could give. 

“Fuck—you’re so tight. Don’t wanna let go of me, huh?”

He rubbed your sensitive bud with his thumb. You tried to bury your face in his pillow, hurrying to hush your cries of pleasure. 

“Let me hear you, baby. Don’t be shy.”

He pain-stakingly slid in and out of your juicy pussy, grunting a string of curses. Jongseob had an ache, an urge, a fixation so carnal, so insatiable that could only be filled with the way you sobbed his name. The sounds your bodies made were dirty, the bedframe hitting the wall in sync with his thrusts. Jongseob pushed your legs forward, finding a new threshold to which his cock could fill. 

“I’m close—fuck!” You grasped the sheets, Jongseob hitting the spot that made your eyes roll back and take you to cloud nine. His growl turning into a whimper as he fucked you faster. You writhed on him, tensing up from his hurried hammering.

“Cum on this dick, baby. Cum on it. Wanna feel how wet you are. You wanna feel my cum inside you? Wanna feel it dripping out?”

His whines became rugged and uneven. Jongseob watched you drench his dick, forming a creamy white ring at the base of the shaft, his own strokes becoming unsteady and inconsistent, coming undone. He lingered there for a while.

“Maybe, next time we’ll film it.”

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