#And how in his eagerness to please they inadvertently put himself in a predicament they hadn't had to deal with in what seemed like forever

[bubble-popping]

currently thinking abt c!Punz after staged finale. after they bragged abt 'putting away' the 'big bad villain' of the server. after they played their role and everything is said and done.

when he enters his house and rly feels how quiet it is. when even tending to his bees doesn't fill the silence that's suffocating him.

he sees little reminders of c!Dream everywhere. the spare masks and outfits in the closet, house slippers that he 'borrowed' from Punz. the plans scribbled on random papers and stuffed in inconspicuous places. the dishes from breakfast Punz forgot to clean up.

They helped put Dream in prison without realizing they'd made one of their own for himself.

[forever-rogue]

Honey & Velvet - Part 6

A/N: We love a little cat and mouse game, don’t we? Either way, enjoy. Once you get to the end, you’ll know what happens next chapter ;) If you’d like to be tagged, please let me know, and as always, feedback and comments are always welcome! xx

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: none really, sexual tension (dot dot dot)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10

MASTERLIST

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After Maxwell had left your office, you gave it a few moments before storming out and attempting to track him down and to make him atone for what he had just done. But he was long gone; your mind had taken just enough time to make its mind up to give him an easy escape. Sighing, your shoulders slumped as you let ran a hand through your hair in exasperation.

“Y/N?” you were snapped back into reality by the sound of Adina’s concerned voice, as she looked up at you with a confused expression etched on her features. Plastering on the best smile you could muster, one most accurately described as your customer service best, you feigned innocence, “what the hell was that?”

“What do you mean?” your voice was about an octave higher than normal as you turned to go back to your office, “where did he go?”

“Mhmm?” she’d already pointedly made the decision not to question you, especially as of late and her focus was already back on her paperwork.

“Maxwell,” you hissed through gritted teeth, loathing the bit of longing that seemed to seep its way into his name, “where did Maxwell Lord go?”

“Oh,” she peered up at your over her glasses, trying her best to keep off the little smirk that threatened to bubble up. She was slowly, but surely, putting two and two together. Not that it was particularly difficult at this point, subtly wasn’t your (or Maxwell’s) specialty, “he asked for directions to the restroom as he was leaving. Dunno where he went after that.”

You inhaled sharply at the revelation, inadvertently picturing him in your mind. You could imagine him stalking into the secluded bathroom, locking the door behind him as leaned against the cool tile of the wave, taking care of the…small problem you had created. You wondered what he sounded like while he worked himself to the point of no return, if he was vocal, if your name rolled off his lips as he spilled into his hand.

But no.

You couldn’t (and wouldn’t) dwell on that idea too much. If you did, you might completely lose any sense of self collection that remained and resort to doing the same thing to yourself. Biting the inside of your cheek to control yourself, you gave her a swift nod before stepping back inside your office and slamming the door. 

The nerve. The absolute nerve of that man to walk into your office and pull such a stunt. But…then again, perhaps it was only fair after what happened over the weekend. It had been an accident, more or less, but it you weren’t quite sure that it warranted the little assault he had just committed. To stand him up outside of the boardroom was one thing, a light snub at best, but for him to make it personal and come into your office like a loose cannon? That was a whole different story.

But you had kissed him first.

That was besides the point you reminded yourself. You never would have pushed yourself on him like that if he hadn’t started it. You were…just trying to finish things. 

Sure. You could live with that interpretation of things, even though it was only half true at best. 

You flopped down in your chair and sighed. It was going to be hard to focus on anything else for the remainder of the day. All you could think about were his lips on yours, all over your chest, how they’d felt surprisingly…soft. Gentle even. And right. You’d half expected him to be as decent of a kisser as a limp fish, but he was pleasantly good. He knew his way around your body already. Maybe you’d just been desperate? 

That must have been it. But it couldn’t have been desperation…could it? You’d been getting plenty of attention lately, mainly from Ben, who you were surprisingly on good terms with for once, so you weren’t exactly touch starved at the moment. So that meant…it really could have only left one reasonable answer. 

Absolutely not. At least that’s what you told yourself in your head. You were not attracted to the spoiled brat of a man that sported last season’s suits and had hair the color of decaying corn. There was absolutely nothing attractive about him; you’d rather admit you found a squished slug handsome before you said the same about Maxwell Lord. 

And yet…he was the one your thoughts kept drifting back to. He was the you thought about as you had brought yourself to orgasm late at night; his name was the only you allowed yourself to whisper. It was his ring clad hand that had been around your throat, turning you on much more than you thought about possible.

“Fuck,” you sighed at yourself, at your foolishness, under your breath. Tossing your head back, you stared at the messy pattern of the cork on your office ceiling, hoping it would provide you with some sort of answer. But it didn’t; instead you stared and stared, and the longer you looked, the more it felt like it was mocking you. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see your reflection in the mirror, the same one Maxwell had stood in front of not long before. Pulling yourself up, you walked over to it, and started to fix your hair. It was a mess, locks out of place and wild, but you made swift work of straightening it back and making it look semi decent. Not like you’d just been on your back practically begging a man to fuck you. 

The buttons on your blouse were mismatched, once again, a common theme in your life lately. Shaking your head at yourself you completely undid the whole thing and let it hang open for a moment, studying the upper half of your torso. The delicate skin of your breasts, collarbones and neck were flushed still, and the ghosts of bites and nibbles were already popping up, colorful hues of blue and purple. That fucker had really done a number in such a short period of time. While you rued how hard it would be to cover up in the coming days, sure they would attract some unwanted attention…you weren’t as mad as you though you would be.

They served as a reminder that while you had been the one who initiated the fervent slew of kisses, he’d been just as eager. He’s been just as eager to touch you, to feel your soft skin, to finally kiss you. Your soft moans had been like sweet music to ears, and will he would have gladly taken you then and there, he’d done everything in his power to hold back. And it had been a huge struggle, but somehow he’d managed. But still…he’d kissed you. He hadn’t fought you off, or completely denied you. That had to count for something, right?

Just a taste for now. It would have to satiate both of you for now. That’s what he reminded himself while his hands had been all over your body. Just a taste.

The rewards of him waiting, restraining himself would be the sweetest reward of all. At least that’s what he figured. 

You slowly put yourself back together, making sure the buttons of your blouse were aligned, an irritated groan living your lips as the phone on your desk began to ring. You weren’t in the mood to speak to anyone earlier, you most certainly weren’t in the mood to speak to anyone now.

Before picking it up, you let out a small fuck, fuck, fuck of frustration. Hopefully this wouldn’t take long and you could go back to the afternoon of daydreaming you now had planned.

“Yes?” it sounded more defeated than you cared to admit. 

“I’ve got Ben for you, if you’re available,” Adina’s tone was colored with bemusement, almost as if she knew the exact predicament you were in. Hells, she probably did. Half of your office probably did by now, “and uh, he wanted me to specifically mention that it was just business related.”

“Of course,” you turned to sit back and kicked your legs up on your desk, “go ahead and put him through.”

“Is…everything okay, boss?” she was desperate for you to spill more details but wasn’t about to push…not more than necessary anyway, “it seems like you’ve been…preoccupied lately.”

“If only that was the half of it,” you rubbed your brow, “men are a tricky situation.”

“That’s why I only date women,” she joked and you had to admit it had its own appeal, “but don’t let me influence your decision. Men always say that women are so complicated, but I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around.”

“I concur wholeheartedly,” you laughed quietly, “I guess I’d better talk to Ben and see what he wants.”

“Good luck,” she snorted with laughter before you heard the click of a button and Ben was on the other line. You heard about half a breath before you could practically see the smirk on his face. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Benjamin?” you couldn’t even lie and say you were annoyed to hear from him. After you’d reached your little…whatever you wanted to call it, you felt better. Like you could actually maintain a civil friendship with him, “okay wait, how bad and sarcastic did that sound?”

“On a scale of one to ten?”

“Hit me.”

“I’d wager a solid eight,” he laughed as you groaned, “I don’t take these things personally. I’m not offended, and my heart will go on.”

“Ahh, what a man,” you let some silence hang in the air for a moment, drumming your fingers along on edge of your desk, “what’s up?”

“I have a favor to ask,” he admitted and it was your turn to laugh at him, “it’s nothing big, but I’d appreciate your help.”

“Alright, alright, I suppose that’s only fair,” you had zero clue as to what he could need help with you. He seemed like the type of guy that had it all handled, that wouldn’t dare to ask for help, “what’s this favor then?”

“I have a gala I need to attend this Friday,” he explained and you leaned forward in your seat, trying to figure out what he was getting at, “our company is one of the sponsors for the center that’s throwing the gala and therefore its prudent that we attend and I realize it will likely be a dull affair and-”

“Ben,” you cut him off mid sentence before he could stammer on further, “you’re rambling. Please cut to the chase.”

“Will you be my date to the gala?” it was a rushed question, and it caught you off guard. You hadn’t been out in public with Ben in what seemed like eons; your first concern was what would people think? But then again…did it really matter what they thought? No. No one’s opinion mattered, not as long as you were satisfied with the truth, “please?”

“You want to be seen in public with me?” you joked, almost immediately having made up your mind, already trying to think of what dress you would wear.

“You make it sound like torture. Is the idea that repulsive to you?” you could tell he was joking, but there was a small part of him that was wondering if you were actually going to say yes.

“Oh the contrary,” you reassured him and there was a small sigh of relief on the other end, “I’ll go with you. I’ll be your date.”

“Perfect-”

“On one condition,” of course there was a stipulation attached.

“Name it.”

“Friends only,” you insisted. You wanted to set clear boundaries, to make sure he knew that you weren’t interested in anything else with him, “no sex. No…whatever else. And we don’t even pretend it’s a date.”

“Fair enough,” he agreed. You were a reasonable woman for the most part and it was a condition he could easily agree to, “saving yourself for someone else? Mr. Lord perhaps?”

“Oh my - goodbye, Ben,” you wanted to work that little smirk you knew was on his face off. He chuckled on the other end, clearly pleased with his little comment, “this is over for now. Send me details and I’ll see you Friday night.”

“So I was right-”

“Goodbye Ben-”

“You didn’t say no!”

“Ben,” you slammed the phone back into the cradle and let out a long sigh. Well, at least you had plans for a Friday night instead of moping around at home. Plus it would give you an opportunity to go and dress up. Now that was something you could get behind. Even if you were picky when it came to men, you liked to give them something to look at. They could always look but couldn’t touch.

Besides, despite how much you tried to fight it, you knew you were on the prowl for someone else. You knew, at one point or another, things would come to a head and one of you would fully snap. You didn’t know when, or where, but something deep within you knew that it would happened. 

And you vowed to break Maxwell Lord before he could break you.

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It was too much. You knew it was as soon as you had spotted it hanging on the rack at Bergdorf Goodman’s. Ben had told that the affair would be formal, but not overly so, and had insisted that whatever you had at home would probably suffice. 

When you’d glanced through your closet, nothing had struck your fancy, nothing screamed pick me, pick me. Even though it didn’t really matter, and you’d be most likely spend the evening a space full of older people who would gloss you over, you still wanted…something special. You’d all but slammed your closet doors shut and made up your mind to go shopping. There was nothing but disappoint to be found in several stores, but at one of your last stops, you had found it. The dress you had been searching for, despite not being consciously aware of it.

But something, deep within you had caused you to gravitate towards the glittering gown. Something even more primal had compelled you to purchase it. You didn’t even bother to try it on, not wanting to waste time in the overly posh store and feel the judgment of the aging women that worked the registers. They were often the worst; they’d try and up sell the most expensive things and then call you a two bit whore as soon as you left.

But with this, you didn’t care. You knew all eyes would be on you and for one you night, you welcomed it.

By the time Ben had arrived to pick you up, you were looking at yourself in the mirror, topping your look off with the oxblood red color. It was indescribably eye catching and hung on your frame perfectly. It was a strappy number, pale pink in color, and glittering at every angle. It left very little to the imagination, but was just enough to be socially appropriate. You, honestly, weren’t planning on getting anything out of this whole evening. You just wanted to feel good…sexy even. That wasn’t a crime after all, right?

“Holy shit…” Ben let out a sigh somewhere between exasperation and pleasure as he met you at his car when the time. Flashing him an innocent smile, you slid into the backseat and followed suit, “I’m pretty sure I mentioned that this was…casual, more or less?”

“You did,” you admitted, feigning innocence, “but you can never be overdressed, can you?”

“I suppose not,” he shook his head, but gave you a gentle nudge with his knee, “if you’re not going to be the death of me, you’ll probably break a few necks when the old geezers get a look at you.”

“Tragic,” you put a hand on your forehead and sighed dramatically.

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Conversation with Ben was pleasant, and by the time you arrived, you were feeling strangely at ease. That was until the valet helped you out of the car and you surveyed the swarm of other guests that were in attendance that evening. There were more people than you had anticipated, and a fair number that didn’t look over the hill.

But then your eyes landed on one particular guest, and your heart nearly stopped, plummeting into the bottom of your stomach. It couldn’t be…could it? Of all the people in all the world that had to be there, it had to be him; the golden haired man that had been haunting your every waking thought for the last several weeks.

Ben was behind you, attempting to straighten his bow tie when he noticed your sudden hesitation, the tension in your shoulders, and grim expression on your face, “what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen-”

“Maxwell Lord?” you sighed as your turned back to him, raising an eyebrow in question, “yeah, because I did. What the hell is he doing here?!”

“I-I had no clue,” he insisted, looking around as he tried to spot him in the crowd. His face turned into a mask of worry and confusion; you knew he was being honest. Ben was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a liar, and you knew he’d never do something that low to you, “I swear it. If I had known he’d be here, I never would have asked you to come.”

“Ben, sorry, it’s just…” you trailed off as you tried to figure out how to convey exactly what you were feeling to him. How were you supposed to explain, and appear rational and sane, to someone that while you loathed Maxwell (more or less), you also harbored a deep, burning desire for him?

“Do you want to go?” he put his hand on the small of your back, almost as if trying to shield from you being seen.

“No, really, it’ll be fine. I’ll suck it up and deal with it,” you promised, linking you arm through his, “but if you see him anywhere near me, warn me so I can run and hide.”

“Running from your demons?”

“Oh no,” you insisted, “Maxwell isn’t my demon…he’s something much more…I can’t describe.”

“Yeah,” Ben agreed, a little smirk on his face, as he started to lead you inside, “that sounds about right. What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself in, silly girl?”

“I wish I knew the half of it,” you sighed heavily, “I wish I knew.”

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The evening had been going…surprisingly well. You’d managed to avoid your friend finding solace in tucking yourself behind Ben and remaining out of the center of attention. Normally you’d be out and mingling, enjoying the free flowing champagne and good company. But this evening - you remained almost silent, and pretty much as sober as you were quiet. Being the kind gentleman he was, Ben had promised you both make an exit as soon as it became socially acceptable. To say you were counting down the minutes would have been an understatement.

“I’m going to the ladies’ room,” you whispered into Ben’s ear, hoping for a quick there and back trip. He turned and gave you a nod, a questioning look on his face.

“Do you want me to come with you?” 

“It’ll be fine,” you promised, giving his hand a squeeze of reassurance, “it’s the ladies room after all, I think it’d be foolish for anyone to try anything there.”

He nodded as you walked away, keeping your eyes training on the floor so you didn’t draw too much attention to yourself. It was difficult with your current state of dress however; maybe you should have stuck to something more simple and muted. 

But just before you could reach the reprieve of the privacy of the rest room, you felt a hand on your forearm, trying to stop you and get your attention. You froze in silent horror as you instantly knew who it was. You thought about yanking your arm out of grasp and running away, but instead, you remained there, waiting for his next move. It was all up to him now. Tugging on your hand slowly, you allowed him to turn you around so you were facing him. For once you were surprised to find an almost pleasant expression on his face.

“Miss L/N,” his voice was dripping with honey as he gave you the once over, taking in the dress and how it looked on you. To say it was a pleasing sight to him was a far cry from the truth, “you look positively…stunning.”

For once you didn’t feel like you needed to make a smart remark or give him some sort of witty push back, “Maxwell. Thank you.”

“I didn’t expect to see you here this evening,” he dropped your hand and crossed his arms over his broad chest, leaning against wall of the quiet hallway. You were both thankful that no one was around and you were more or less secluded, but part of you wished that Ben was there. Maybe you should have let him come.

“I could say the same for you,” you gave him your most dazzling smile as you got ready to turn around and head into the bathroom. You were definitely going to need a breather after that. You already felt hot and flushed from the most minute of touches.

“Here with Mr. Vasquez again,” he commented and you stopped, shrugging your shoulders.

“He’s a friend,” you insisted, feeling the need to prove yourself, like you somehow needed him to understand that. Why? Why did it really matter at the end of the day what Maxwell Lord thought? 

“A friend,” he remained unconvinced, tilting his head slightly, only working to anger you further. He just had such a way about him, “and does your friend knew what happened to your neck?”

Your hand instinctively went to the flesh of your throat as you trailed a few fingers over it. The marks he had left all over you had been fading throughout the week, but a few particularly stubborn ones had proven to be a monumental challenge to try and cover. They were still peeking through every so slightly. 

“He hasn’t asked and I haven’t volunteered the information,” you narrowed your eyes at him and he let out a soft laugh, “does that amuse you so?”

“Indeed it does,” he took a step closer and suddenly there was very little space between the two of you. You could smell his warm cologne, and tried to look anywhere but him, but your eyes found his. Somehow you were still just as drawn to him know as you had always had been, “you practically throw yourself at me and then hide it? What a shame.”

“You weren’t exactly fighting me off,” you reminded him as nodded slowly. He brought a hand to your face and ran his thumb over your cheekbone. Your breath hitched at the surprisingly gentle touch, “y-you want this just as much as me.”

“I do,” he admitted and you felt a small victory run through your veins at his revelation. He did want you, which he had made very clear, but hearing it like was…something else. It was like you’d just established some sort of common ground. He leaned closer and your lips were inches apart, if you leaned forward even slightly you’d be able to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him, every part of you was desperate to feel his touch again, “do you have any clue how hard it is coming here and seeing you look like that? How everyone’s eyes are on you?”

“Maybe,” you smirked slightly, wetting your lips as you stared at him, “and what about it?”

“I want to rip out the heart of every single man whose eyes have lingered on you, even if it was just a moment too long,” his large hand was on your cheek, lips pressed to you ear as he dropped his voice so only you could hear. It sent a delightful shiver down your spine in both wicked anticipation and a slight bit of fear.

“Oh?” you teased, turning your head ever so slightly to press the faintest of kisses to his cheek, “and just what are you doing to about it, Maxwell?”

“I’ll make sure everyone knows who you belong to you,” he trailed a few kisses along your jaw before stopping at your lips and staring into your eyes. You felt like he could see into your soul, and suddenly you didn’t feel like the strong, confident woman you had been playing at all night; you felt vulnerable and weak. Letting out a soft breath, you finally managed to regain some composure.

“And just who do I belong to?” you knew what he was saying, what he was attempting to get at, but you still wanted to hear it from his mouth. He put his hands on either side of your face, keeping your gaze trained on it; it was firm and commanding, but not too harsh or rough.

“You are mine,” he stated and you slowly found yourself nodding in acquiescence. You were his; he had instilled something in you that kept pulling you back in long ago. And here you were, at the precipice of giving into him, “and everyone will know it.”  

Where was the brat that you wanted to be? Where was the woman that vowed she would not bow, bend, or break to the will of one man? Where the was the woman that would never give into Maxwell Lord?

You didn’t know her. At least not in the moment. At least not when the familiar fluttering had started in your belly and the throbbing between your legs increased. 

He brought his hand to your throat and pressed ever so slightly, causing your lips to part with a surprised gasp. Then, in a surprisingly intimate gesture, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours, a contented sound leaving his mouth, “say it. I need to hear you say it. Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you agreed quietly, “I am yours.”

And then he crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you with a hunger and urgency than you had never felt before. And you…gave in. Just like that, just like you had been wanting to you, even if you were loathe to admit to yourself.

But just like that, you were all for him. 

So you kissed him back, and wrapped your arms his neck, relinquishing control to him. It was frenzied tango, slowly crescendoing into something more, and you were so lost in what you were doing, you didn’t even remember where you were or what you had originally intended on doing. Until someone cleared their throat, and you pulled apart, pushing Maxwell away from you.

“I was wondering what happened to you,” Ben’s face was a mixture of surprise and concern as he spotted you. Once you’d been gone for some time he’d come going for you, just to make sure you were okay, “is…everything alright?”

“Ben,” you just knew you must have looked a sight but tried to play it off, “I…ugh, yes, everything’s fine.”

“I can see that,” he snorted lightly with laughter and Maxwell tried to smooth out his suit, “I’ll just wait for you and we can leave whenever you want.”

“Actually,” you surprised even yourself with your next words, “you can go without me. I’ll…be okay.”

Max raised an eyebrow at you, but kept his expression neutral as Ben gawked but nodded, giving you a small wave before turning the corner and heading out. You didn’t need to expand further. 

“Are you…sure about this?” he searched your face as if to make sure you were positive. As much of an asshole as he could be, he wasn’t going to take this any further without you being fully willing. You turned to him and nodded, biting your lower lip. 

“Yes,” you said as you turned to him, “I want this. I want you.”

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[floralseokjin]

;my type (m)

you take the college nerd’s virginity

pairing | kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings | smut; kissing, hand stuff, oral, unprotected sex, soft because that’s what i am for this seokjin (just seokjin in general really)… jin is in glasses! words | 6,119

“Hmfgh.” Seokjin makes a sigh of pleasure slash discomfort under you. It’s probably because he’s sporting the hardest erection that you’ve ever felt. It’s trapped in his slacks, pressed against your underwear as you grind on it in tight circles.

A peculiar predicament to be in for a Tuesday afternoon. It’s definitely not a regular one anyway. You’ve been a constant in Seokjin’s bedroom a couple of days out of the week for a month now. Busy working on a very important class assignment worth 40% of your grade. You’d been paired up to complete it together, but thiswasn’t part of it.

Kim Seokjin had never been a guy you found yourself particularly giving any attention to until then. You knew him by class association, but he had his friends and you had yours. They didn’t really mix. Seokjin was, for lack of a better word, a nerd, which doesn’t bother you in the slightest. It just meant your lives rarely merged. Until a month ago, of course.

You soon found out he was insanely funny, a bit of a goofball who wasn’t afraid to act an idiot in front of you, and, most shockingly to you, how incredibly attractive he was. You’d never noticed how much his eyes sparkled, hidden by his glasses. The way they blinked slowly when he was concentrating, or how beautiful his smile was… how cute his nose was, especially when it wrinkled absentmindedly.

Your attraction to him came as a surprise, mainly because how hadn’t you noticed how good looking he was before?! Maybe it was the different coloured sweater vests he chose to wear each day that were unappealing? But anyway, you chose to ignore the draw to him. Nothing would ever really come of it, so what was the point? At least you’d obtained a friendship through it, one you hoped lasted long after the class project—even if it was just over social media or a short hello in passing.

But somewhere down the line, you think you began flirting with one another. You were definitely flirting with him anyway, unable to stop, it came naturally. Deluded maybe, it seemed he did the same. He purposely joked around with you because he knew it made you giggle. He liked that sound. He told you numerous times. He sat close, on his bed where you’d long ago found yourself getting comfy, nudged you with his shoulders, leant in to view what you were working on, the scent of his cologne making you light headed in the best possible way. He ordered your favourite take-out, offered to drive you home, text you random jokes that were without a doubt the shittiest to exist, but because it was him, you found them hilarious. Everything he did made you smile. It was a little embarrassing. You were soon realising Kim Seokjin was just your type.

And that’s how it all accumulated, building up and up, until there was nowhere for it to really go apart from this.

Here. Now. You sat in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, his around your middle as you made out heavily. Well... of course there were other ways it could’ve gone. You could have spoken clearly and obviously about the obvious flirtation between the two of you. Perhaps shared a kiss, made plans to go on a date. But the air around you was too heavy, steam well and truly needing to be blown.

So here you are. The why and how absolutely hilarious. Twenty minutes ago Seokjin had received a message from his friend, Yoongi. Your eyes were never supposed to see it but his phone was left unlocked by your side, Seokjin distracted as he wrote his notes. You were so shocked to see the blatant porn link light up the screen your eyes had bulged and you’d blurted it out before you could stop yourself. Seokjin had never moved so fast, lunging forward to grab the device, tops of his ears red. But it was too late. Not that there was any need for embarrassment. You don’t particularly know how it happened. How the teasing and jesting turned to kissing. But it did and neither of you were complaining.

“Put your hands on me,” you murmur, lips sticky, grabbing one of his hands to lift under your tank top.

In the forefront of your mind you're hyper aware of one thing. Seokjin is a virgin. He wasn’t particularly bashful to admit that when the topic of college dating life and parties arose weeks ago, and you haven’t really given it much thought since. You know plenty of people who haven’t had sex yet. It’s just now...is kinda a different story. You don’t know where this is heading, but it’s getting harder to ignore his boner with each passing second.

His hand freezes around you, unsure how to continue. “Seokjin, they’re just boobs. They won’t bite.” You giggle slightly, covering his hand with yours over the fabric of your top to press him down. “Squeeze them.”

He obliges, reaching up to meet your lips again, and soon you’re kissing like you’ve never stopped. His other hand slips under too, cupping the soft flesh, thumbs catching your hardened nipples before he’s curiously toying with them.

That feels good, and you moan sweetly, circling your crotch a little harder into his. He breaks away to eye you curiously. “Do you like that?” To stress, he pinches the left nub slightly. You jerk, nodding your head. He looks ecstatic.

“God,” you groan. “I want you.” The pressure between your legs is getting a little difficult to ignore.

“You have me,” he replies simply. Almost as if he’s puzzled. Your belly does a little jump in excitement. He’s giving you the go ahead, right? To take this further.

You drop your mouth to his ear the same time one of your hands slides to his crotch, cupping his erection. The fabric of his trousers is a little damp. Your doing. Whoops. You feel him hold his breath. “Seokjinie, you’re so hard.” That does it. Has some type of effect on him. His much-needed breath hitching.

You’ve always found it cute how he refers to himself as the nickname online, and you’ve always wondered how he’d react if someone else called him it. Someone like you. You have your answer. Only it’s a little heightened seeing as his dick is getting touched right now.

“Should I take care of it for you?” You ask, pulling back, his blonde hair tickling your nose as you go.

“Y-yeah,” he nods, seemingly eager. “Yes, please.”

You laugh a little. “There’s no need to say please.” He stays quiet, distracted with how you’ll move next.

Your fingers brush over his fly front ever so carefully, and he looks down, making something of a whimper when he sees the darkened spot where you’ve soaked him. You shrug a little shyly. “The grinding made me a little wet.” His eyes inadvertently drop to your skirt. He nibbles on his lower lip.

“Are you definitely sure about this?” You press, needing to absolutely make sure he wants this and wouldn’t regret it ten minutes from now.

He nods resolutely. “If you stop now I’ll actually spontaneously combust.”

You try to suppress a grin but fail. “Well, I wouldn’t want that...” You really have no other choice but to undo his zipper...

You lift his shirt from out his trousers before sliding them down around his butt, a little down his thighs, so you can see his underwear and ever so eagerly remove his dick. Nothing can prepare you for the surprise. It shows on your face as you freeze, eyes glued to what’s wrapped in your fist.

“What’s wrong?” He almost panics, attempting to sit up straighter.

You stop him. “Jin.....” You awe, blinking up at him. “You’re so big.”

A blatantly easy move in normal circumstances, but you aren’t even lying.  How is he still upright with a thing so thick and long in his pants?!

He opens his mouth then closes it. Like a goldfish. He tries again. “I didn’t... I didn’t realise.”

Cute. “How will I stop myself from jumping your bones?” You say candidly.

“Don’t stop yourself,” he blurts. Almost cocky, before he corrects himself. “I mean. I honestly wouldn’t mind.”

You smile and squeeze your fist around the base of his length. “Oh.” He lets out, rigid at the sudden pleasure.

“Let’s take it one step at a time,” you tell him, running your palm along him once. “You could still spontaneously combust at any moment.” You add, teasing him.  

He is silent for the most part, jaw slack as he watches your hand glide up and down him slowly. The foreign touch of someone else’s hand rendering him speechless. Like you can’t help it, you reach forward to connect your mouths again, loving it when he lets out a shaky exhale. You use your thumb to circle the precum that has collected along the tip, making him groan. He seems to like that; an extra lubrication. It gives you an idea.

“Hang on,” you pause, pulling away to hitch your other hand up your skirt, dragging a finger inside your underwear.

“What are you doing?” He asks, eyes wide, head almost moving side to side to get a better look. The action makes you almost giddy.

“Getting you wet,” you smirk, now smearing your coated fingers into his dick. The sensation makes his hips jump, and you jerk your fist tighter. A little faster. He moans. “Does that feel good?” You cock your head to the side.

“Yeh...” He breathes. He reaches for your mouth this time, his hands coming out for your hips as his tongue parts the seam. Your thighs squeeze around his, steadily picking up your pace until he’s getting distracted and can no longer concentrate on kissing you. You both breathe heavily, faces close together.

“Your glasses have steamed up,” you giggle, amused at the sight of the foggy lenses. He chuckles quietly but it tapers into a broken sigh. His thighs are stiffening underneath you and his dick is hot to the touch, pulsing in your hand with each pump. He’s close. You can tell, and maybe your intention was once to stop and take it one step further, but he looks so good right now, lips puffy and pink, eyes half shut, expression distorted from the sheer pleasure you’re giving him… It feels amazing to make him feel so good… Turns you on even more.

“I’m...” He attempts, twisting in your grip. “I’m...g-gonna–” His words are cramped, and he doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before you feel the hot liquid spurt down your fingers and hand. You keep pumping him through it, making sure to get every last drop out, to extend his indulgence. And yours. His face looks so pretty when it’s dazed like that. You slowly come to a halt, but keep your fist at the base, his cum now congealing against your skin.

“Awh, shit,” he exhales, out of breath, voice thick, as he looks down at the mess. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” you shrug, pecking his mouth. Most if not all, landed on your hand. It could’ve definitely been worse. “Was it good?”

“Yeah, it was amazing,” he beams, your cheeks heating up when he reaches to cup one gently.  “You’re amazing.” He kisses you. Gentle, but pretty hard. If that’s possible. He makes it possible.

“Do you have a tissue?” You whisper, feeling him finally soften fully in your hand, and you want to let him go but you also don’t want to get his cum on his clothes.

“Oh–yeah...” He remembers, sounding awkward. He struggles to reach over to his nightstand, shuffling you with him until his fingers grab for his top drawer and he reaches inside.  You let him clean you both up, his hands pretty shaky. Maybe he’s embarrassed, maybe he’s still on a come down. Either way it’s cute. He’s cute.

“Gross,” he cringes at the soiled tissue, reaching to make aim for the trashcan. He hits it perfectly and then puts his dick back in his underwear quickly.

“Noo,” you insist, noticing he’s left a little spot on side of your thumb. You bring it to your mouth, sucking it off. His eyes widen. He looks like he wants to choke, fidgeting under your body again.

“Can I...” He starts, trailing off as he shakes his head. He sounds determined when he rewords.  “I want to make you feel good too.”

Your heart flips. A part of you didn’t expect that, even though you want nothing more. Does this mean he could potentially like you? Why else would he be so eager right now? You regard him almost shyly. “What do you want to do?”

He shrugs a little. “Touch you, kiss you...I don’t know. It’s only fair.” He sounds like he’s trying to bargain with you. As if he has too…

“I’d like that,” you nod, rolling to the side and onto your back. Your own eagerness probably showing, but you don’t care.

“Yeah?” He blurts, before composing himself. “Yeah,” he repeats more certain, probably psyching himself up.

He rolls over too, body hovering over yours and you wind your arms around his middle, pressing him into you, loving the warmth of his body. He quickly attaches your mouths, tongue curling against yours. He’s really finding his way now, exploring your mouth, exploring your skin as he trails down your chin. When he finds your neck you instantly squirm, hands running up his back, locking in his hair. It feels so amazing you can’t help but moan.

He takes his time with you. Probably more so for his benefit. Getting used to how this feels. You don’t mind being his experiment, especially when his lips are now kissing and nibbling across your chest. “Is that good?” He asks, hearing you moan a little again.

“Sogood,” you nod, letting your eyes close when he hums in happiness, hands now absentmindedly dipping up his shirt, fingertips digging at his lower back. The skin is smooth and a little clammy. God, you really want him right now, losing yourself with the sensation of his wet mouth.

You come to when you feel a little pain. “Seokjin!” You exclaim, eyes shooting open. “Are you sucking a hickey on my right now?!” You laugh, trying to push at his shoulders to stop him. It’s no use, he’s too strong. “How will I hide it tomorrow?”

He pulls away, admiring his handy work. “Just don’t,” he shrugs. “It’s no big deal.”

No big deal? It’s as if he wantsyou to tell people. What if your friends see it and ask questions? He won’t mind if you tell them? You’re thinking too much. Especially now that his mouth his kissing across your fabric cladded breasts. Your nipples are hard already, visible even with your bra and tank top, and he takes one in his mouth, sucking through the material. “Oh, god,” you sigh when he moves to the next one, his hands tightly gripping your waist, weighed you to the bed.

He pulls away again to see his damage. You do too. Two darkened splodges sit where your nipples are. “That looks ridiculous,” you laugh. You hope it dries by the time you have to leave.

He watches you hesitantly, a hand sliding up your body for his finger to play with your top strap. “Can I... Can I pull it down?” You nod enthusiastically. He does so quickly, your pink lace bra coming into show. You can tell he likes what he sees, but he’d rather it be your bare breasts. “This too?” He nudges the lace. You reply with an impatient squirm.

He likes your nipples. He goes to suck them like he had been doing over your top, but you’re too sensitive, so he slows down, swirling the buds in between his tongue before flicking them rapidly. “Shit,” you gasp, before whining his name. He looks up at you questioningly. “Seokjin, touch me.”

You can’t take much more. You’re a mess, nipples hanging out of your bra flushed and wet. There’s an inferno between your legs, skirt ridden up, panties on show, pressing against his thigh to try and alleviate some of the pressure. You’re two seconds away from flat out grinding against him. “Please,” you implore, grabbing one of his hands and lowering it down your stomach. His pupils widen, and then he moves on his own accord, lifting under your skirt, bypassing your underwear to dip inside it.

Ever so gently his fingertips caress your folds, exploring you with a timid curiosity. It feels so good after all this waiting. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs, voice a little croaky. You are. You can hear it as he brushes up and down. Your hips jerk when he unintentionally finds your clit. He freezes, slowly repeating the motion. “Like this?” He wonders.

You nod again, kinda lost for words right now. He zones in using a circular motion, pleasure tingling your toes. Your opening clenches though, a little desperate for more of him. “You can...” You stop yourself, unsure how to word it without sounding crude. “You can put your fingers inside of me too.”

He swallows almost comically, but slowly slides a finger to your entrance. He’s hesitant when he pushes inside, unsure what to do to make you feel good. You rock your hips into his hand to show him, giving him the motion to follow. “Okay?” He asks after a moment, finger following the curve of your walls as he strokes you into a boneless mess. “Is this fine?”

“Yeah,” you smile lazily, sated from the buzz.

He smiles back and looks between your legs, shifting on his knees as he sighs. “Can I just–” He cuts himself off, removing his hand from your underwear to tug them off. Down the side of his bed. “Getting rid of these stupid things.” You giggle at his determined attitude.

Which all turns to shit when you spread your legs and reveal your centre to him. “Oh, Christ,” he awes, jaw slack. His thumb finds your clit this time, rubbing little figure eights and you moan in shock when he pushes two fingers inside you. He moans back, looking up at you before crawling up your body, finding your mouth. Either your vigorous hip jerking helps, or he just really wants to make you feel good, but soon enough he begins thrusting his digits in you. Your moans encouraging him to continue. He kisses you messily, probably having trouble doing two things at once, but you don’t care. You kiss him back just as disorderly, hands running all over his back. If only you could get him out of his clothes…

His pace gets a little messy as well after a few minutes. He keeps pulling away from your mouth to look down your body. When you meet his eyes, he’s out of breath, cheeks red, lenses of his glasses smudged. “God, I…” he almost whines, looking conflicted.

“What’s wrong?” You demand, kind of worried.

He shakes his head. “I want to know... I want to know what you taste like…” Your heart skips a beat, centreclenching around his knuckles.“Will you let me?”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, leaning up on your elbows. “Yes!” Okay, maybe you’re coming off as too eager, but like you said, you don’t mind being his experiment. You’re having too much fun. Getting intimate has never felt so natural.

You watch as he scoots backwards on his knees, hunching over before he looks up your body. He shakes his head, getting back up to slide your skirt from your hips. “Take this.” You take the garment quickly, dropping it down the opposite side of the bed to your underwear. He wants to see up your body. That just gets you even hotter. “I’m taking this shit off too,” he exclaims, grabbing his glasses and throwing them to the pillow next to you.

You giggle, but soon shut up as he gets back down, spreading your legs a little to fit his shoulders between them. You take initiative and fling them over the horizon. He wastes no time. Placing a delicate kiss to your clitoris. He does so a second time. A third, and then you feel the warmth of the tip of his tongue against you. You close your eyes, really wanting to watch him between your legs but would rather not put him off.

You wonder if you should help him out, give him pointers, but it seems all that porn watching paid off. You’d tell him that if you weren’t so speechless. He works diligently and patiently at first, finding out what you like. What each brush of his tongue does to you, and where to do it. He finds the sucking method gets you particularly rowdy. Always has. But not quite like this. He latches on, despite your hips wriggling about, one large hand flattening you to the bed no matter how hard you try to squirm. He uses the other to finger you again. Quickly getting ahold of the multitasking life. He flicks his tongue as his lips stay suctioned around you, and embarrassingly, or maybe not so, he gets you to cum soon after that.

You’re loud. But he likes that. He’s loud too, as he hums into your heat, vigorously eating you out as you howl your cum chant. You have visions of that time he ate cheesecake in front of you. Your mind had drifted to the x-rated even then, and now it definitely is. He eats pussy just as good as he eats desserts. Amazing.

“Oh,” you utter when he finally pulls away from you, intent on getting every last drop of your excess arousal. “Fuck, Jin,” you exclaim, running a hand through your hair as he kneels up. You’re gobsmacked. Who’s the virgin here?

He crawls back up your body, kissing your forehead quickly. The action is full of affection. You’re flustered. “We should be quiet,” he murmurs. “My roommate is home.”

Oops. “Sorry,” you apologise. “Sorry, that was just so good.”

He can’t stop his smile. “It’s okay. I forgot too… I hope he didn’t hear us.”

You’re hardly listening, which you feel guilty about, but you’re still on a high and you’re babbling, wanting him to know how amazing he is. “You made me cum so good. With lips like that why am I surprised,” you giggle breathlessly, ghosting over the stained pout with your fingertips. He smiles again, this time a little shy, burying his face into your hand and soon enough your neck.

You lie there for a moment, catching your breath, until you feel his lips against your skin. His chin is sticky with your arousal and you can smell yourself. Just the fact he hasn’t wiped his face makes your chest feel weird. He’s just happy to do whatever. And he does.

He spends the next ten minutes kissing and touching your body, and you let him explore, because it feels nice, almost like you’re in heaven. Every kiss and caress of you breasts, stomach, thighs… It’s all amazing.  

“I’m...” He speaks for the first time in a while, hovering over your body again, dropping his head to nudge the side of your neck with his nose. He seems bashful, talks with a pout. You wrap your arms around him. “I’m hard again. You made me hard again.”

You squeeze him tightly, making him pull back to see your reaction. “What do you want me to do about it this time?” You grin, absentmindedly sweeping his hair from his eyes.

He looks you in the eyes for this, despite the nervousness in his tone.  “Will you... Will you have sex with me?” Your eyes widen. Yes, that’s what you want. So badly. But a part of you is still hesitant, this being Seokjin’s first time and all. He carries on. Maybe he thinks he has to persuade you, who knows. Or maybe he just wants to keep talking. Reliving the afternoon. “You felt so good around my fingers. I want to know...”

He trails off, not really needing to explain. He wants to know what it feels like. What youfeel like. “Are you sure?” You ask him softly.

“More than sure,” he replies, kissing you. You kiss him back. “I want you.” His face is just as serious as his voice, and well, you can’t say no to that. He wants you like you’ve wanted him this past hour or so. Wanted him probably longer… Just your conscious wouldn’t let you think it.

“Okay,” you nod, unable to stop the smile and the the giggle that leaves you. You feel giddy. You reach for the bottom of his sweater vest, pulling to tug it off. How is he not boiling to death?! Although his hair is a little plastered to his forehead by now, ends curling by his nose.

He pulls the thick fabric up over his head, quickly moving to meet your lips and you kiss him greedily. He wants this. You want this. There’s nothing holding you back. He wants to share this moment with you. Your heart feels weird. Your fingers shake as you take the buttons on his shirt lose. You get half way but his lips are making you dizzy. You settle for hands caressing his skin, feeling his body. He’s lean, toned, hot, and you need more.  

“You sounded so hot just now,” he rushes between each brush of his mouth. “I can still hear it.” You moan, struggling with his shirt still. It’s half way off his shoulder, locked in place. You grunt, settling for running your palms along the broadness. “Want to hear it properly again,” he whispers against your mouth.

Fuck it.You’re impatient. As much as you love kissing him, you can’t wait any longer. Nor can he. You flip him over surprisingly easy. Must have taken him by surprise. His hair spreads against the pillow like a golden halo. He looks like an angel. A very disheveled, but beautiful angel. “How do you want me?” You purr.

He looks equal parts amazed and nervous. “Any way,” he breathes.

“Want me to ride you?” You’re speaking without a filter and he as good as splutters. You love it. You dip your head, mouth against his ear. “Seokjin, you want me to ride that big dick of yours?”

He groans. Whimpers. Grunts. All three. Gripping your elbows as he lifts you up to view your face. “Don’t say shit like that. You’ll make me cum in my pants.”

You grin, shuffling away from him. Backwards, down his body. “I’ll just make you cum again. It’s okay.” He makes a noise. Quieter this time, watches you as you drag his trousers down past his knees. You follow with his underwear, before tearing them both off his feet. You keep his socks on. The image is funny. Besides, you still have yours on too.

Next you go for his shirt again. This time sane enough to unbutton it fully, revealing his beautiful chest. Does he work out? Why hasn’t he ever brought it up in conversation? Although, this month of getting to know him has taught you he doesn’t like to brag.  If anything he gets shy when he gets attention, so this must be torture for him… But just imagining Seokjin in the gym does things to you…

He shrugs the garment from his shoulders, letting you paw at him. “You’re so hot,” you utter, staring down his body as you kneel over him.

He chuckles. “I think you’re stupefied.”

“Definitely not,” you insist, tugging at his hands. “Sit up!” He obeys, learning his back against the headboard. Where you’d both started off over an hour ago. You lift your tank top over your head. Unhook your bra, until you’re just as naked as him. He views your body in admiration.

You reach behind you, taking the base of his dick in your palm, stroking him a couple of times to get him ready, only to realise something. “Oh–shit. Wait,” you stare wide eyed at him. “Do you have condoms?”

Of course he wouldn’t. Stupid question. His eyes widen too upon realisation, forlorn as he shakes his head. “I can ask my roommate,” he suggests, but you shake your head. His roommate has probably been able to hears bits and pieces of what’s been going on, so you don’t want to mortify Seokjin even further. Not that he should feel mortified, but it’s his moment. So he can feel whatever he wants.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re both good.” You’re so desperate right now you don’t care about safety too much. You’re clean and Seokjin’s a virgin. As long as he doesn’t cum inside you, you’d be fine. (Not always, but your rationality ignores that…). “Just tell me when you’re about to cum.”

“Yeah,” he nods, a little distracted because you’re jerking him again. With intent, hovering over him, ready for landing. “Will do.”

He’s breathless already and you’re holding yours, wondering if your vagina can cope with this type of girth. You sink down, taking the tip and then the head. Seokjin watches wide eyed. Literally watching his dick disappear inside of you. You slowly fuck yourself down on him, taking him inch by inch. Giving him a show because he needs to enjoy his first time. But mostly because he’s so thick and long you’re afraid you’ll feel him in your guts. He grips the sheets to the side of you the whole time, stomach muscles flexing with each movement from you.    “Ffuck,” you huff when you finally fuck yourself all the way down, walls spasming around him.

“You okay?” He asks, visibly concerned, reaching to hold your hips.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you smile. “Just, your dick’s a work out.” He looks smug at that. “Enough about me,” you rush, ignoring the burn in pelvis. “Just sit back and enjoy the feeling.”

You push at his chest and he listens, sliding his hands to your thighs as he stares between your legs again. Where he ends and you begin. Or where you end and he begins. Either one sounds good. “Oh, God,” he mutters. His cheeks are flushed, tip of his nose shiny.

You want to fuck him slow. Make him realise what all the talk about sex is about. You want to make him feel as good as possible. You want to make him moan. You want to make him cum. You want him.  You want it all. You have him.

You hold onto his chest as you go, feeling it continue to flex underneath you. “Seokjin,” you moan, eyes half closed. “You feel so good inside of me.” He does. He grazes every nerve inside you, gets so deep he could hit your g-spot repeatedly with some speed, but now’s not the time for that. It’s his time. You lean frowned, kissing him chastely. “What do I feel like?”

“Amazing,” he breathes, fingers digging into your thighs. “Soft. Warm. Wet.”

You whine at that, glad he’s having a good time, but also glad you’re the one givinghim the good time. “You can touch me all you want,” you tell him, noticing how impatient his limbs are. “I like it.”

He listens, letting his hands roam your body. He goes for your hips first squeezing them tightly as you bob up and down his length, then your stomach, sitting closer so he can kiss you. His fingers find your nipples, rolling the sensitive flesh between the pads and you give him a sweet moan in return. He likes that. Kiss turning hungry. That’s when his hands find your ass. The first time. He likes what he feels. He squeezes the cheeks tightly, the fingers on one hand dropping downwards to find the base of his dick. He feels himself entering and leaving you for a few moments, moaning loudly, almost purposefully.

“This is like my wildest dream come true,” he confesses out of breath. His eyes are glassy. Drunk on the feeling.

You want to exclaim a really?! That makes you the happiest, but the truth is you don’t have enough mental capacity to do so right now. You can always talk later. You have so much you want to say.

“This is v-very unexpected for me,” you manage to get out instead. Wanting to give him something at least.

He raises an eyebrow, looking worried. His hands hold your back now. “Bad unexpected?”

“Goodunexpected,” you correct, leaning forward to kiss him. “Like, verygood unexpected.” He grins into your mouth, holding you tightly. You’re glad because you’re getting tired now, and if you grind a little in circles like you begin to do so right now, it feels just as good. For him too. He moans into your mouth.

“Can you see?” You giggle, remembering he still has his glasses off.

“This close, yes,” he grins, cupping your face to look at you. “You’re beautiful.”

You smile bashfully, never quite feeling this exposed and vulnerable before, but it just feels right. This allfeels right. You kiss him, grinding quicker, overcome with a sudden sensitivity, a sudden urge. You’re able to use his pubic bone to get yourself off, wet noises between you as you stick to him. You cum still attached to his mouth, pulsing around him, his hands now holding the back of your head, fingers weaved in your hair. It takes you a moment to realise he’s speaking again, so punch drunk with your own pleasure as a panicked hand pushes at your hip.

“I’m g-going to a-again,” he blurts, and you come back around immediately, pulling off him just as the first spurt of cum shoots out. It paints his stomach. Quickly followed by a few more, making a mess of his beautiful body. “Oh, fuck,” he exclaims, a little dazed. He gives you a goofy smile. “Okay, that went everywhere.”  

“It’s fine,” you laugh, reaching for a tissue now that you know where he keeps them. He looks so good right now lying on his bed, dick softening against his stained stomach, you almost don’t want to clean him up. But you’re still all warm and tingly from your orgasm. He is too, and you want to cuddle. Once you’re done you aim for his trashcan. You miss.

“You cold?” He asks, not bothering to wait for an answer as he reaches for a blanket at the foot of his bed. “Here.” He says, wrapping it around your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you smile, immediately going to lie down to share it with him. He pauses when he feels you cuddle up to his arm, maybe in shock, but quickly lifts it so you can snuggle against his armpit. The blanket drapes over his crotch, and you run your fingers along his stomach. You dowant to talk, but this feels so good. The silence is a perfect one, and then he ruins it…

“Give me 20 minutes and I can go again.”

You laugh loudly in disbelief, lifting your head to look at him as if he’s mad. “I don’t want to kill you!”

He shrugs. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“I would!” You argue. You’ve only just had a piece of him. He gives you a lazy smile and it’s almost crazy how seductive it is. You’re broken. “Okay,” you say, rolling away to reach for your phone on the nightstand. He waits patiently but curiously as you bring up Google and begin typing. “While you’re collecting yourself, choose one,” you tell him once you’re done, handing him the device.

He looks at the screen, eyes nearly bulging out of his head at the numerous different sex positions that greet him. He still scrolls though, back and fore until he settles on something to your surprise.

He rolls on his side, watching you fondly. “I kinda just want... I want to be the one in control…”

He passes you back your cell and you eye the screen expectantly. You smile when you see the big lettering spell out ‘missionary.’ “Fine by me,” you tell him, stealing a kiss because you reallycan’t help it.

He rolls on top of you, blanket forgotten. You don’t really need it anyway. You have his body warmth, wrapping your arms around his middle to conserve it.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you make a note to remind Seokjin to thank Yoongi for that porn link…